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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Listen dude, when you gained the power to shape shift, I did not think you would use it like that?" "What?You got a problem with me trying out beeing a girl?" "Uuum no. That I still get! But why do you have to turn into my Movie and Gaming Crushes?" | [
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"content": "\"well those were the first ones I could think of where I didn't feel too awkward with, besides, don't you enjoy it a little too?\" \"well yes, but could you try something different?\" \"sure, I'll try something.\" I started the progress and shaped myself into a girl about 1.85 meters with red hair and big boobs. \"is this better?\" \"yes, can you leave me be now, I am playing a game.\"\n\nI got new clothes and put them on, because I couldn't find fitting bras I got pasties for my nipples instead. I made sure that I wouldn't accidently change my appearance and went out to walk in a nearby park in a white shirt and a skirt. I accidently forgot underwear but I didn't mind it.\n\nafter having fun with it on my own I realized I preferred it this way and told my roommate and she was happy for me. we eventually started dating and have our shared fun.\n\n(feel free to expand on this and sorry if it is too short"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The witch cursed the princess so that no man would love her. Unbeknownst to the witch, the princess is lesbian and is glad to finally be rid of her annoying suitors. | [
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"content": "In a booming voice, the witch proclaimed to the princess, \"you have annoyed me for the last time, blood of royalty. No man shall be your suitor, no man shall please you, no man shall be your husband.\"\n\nTaiva was stunned. \"No man...\" She was without words. Tears misted her eyes. She trembled. Her heart leapt. \"No more guys bothering me? Fucking awesome!\"\n\nThe witch was more than a little confused.\n\n\"Bitch, I'm into women,\" the princess said, grabbing the hem of her dress to make a speedy getaway. \"No take backs,\" she called behind her.\n\nBack in the castle, she lounged on her chaisse-lounge, fanned by her servant, Melissa. The servant was a gorgeous woman from across the sea, with beautiful tanned skin and dark, curly hair.\n\nShe and the princess had quite the history. Melissa was the first servant Taiva ever had, put into service when the princess was barely a child. They had grown up together. And when Taiva was coming of age, Melissa was the first person she turned to for advise and comfort for the royal duty she had to perform. Long nights of conversation turned more intimate, and before long, they became lovers.\n\nTaiva and Melissa couldn't be outward with there love, as being intimate with a servant was deemed inappropriate for a royal such as her. Not that it stopped any other nobles. Luckily for them there was no risk of illegitimate children, so it was relatively easy to hide.\n\nThough Melissa was the princess's first lover, Melissa couldn't claim Taiva for her own. She was but a servant. The princess had intimate relations with all her servants, her own pseudo-harem.\n\nAnd now that she was \"cursed\" by that fool witch, she wouldn't be bothered by all those jackass suitors that kept begging her to be married. They just cared for her father's favor and money anyways. She was a little abrasive towards them. Not very princess like at all.\n\nAnd now, she could be surrounded by beautiful women all the time.\n\n\"Melissa, darling, you seem a bit over dressed. Aren't you broiling in this heat?\" The princess asked coyly.\n\nSmirking, Melissa nodded. \"It is a mite toasty in here my lady.\"\n\n\"Well by all means, make yourself comfortable.\"\n\nRequiring no further commands from Her Grace, Melissa tugged on the sash that bound her loose gown tonher form. The cloth fell away in a heap around her feet, revealing her stunning body. She was toned, with perky breasts and a little bit of tummy. Her nethers were groomed but not fully shaved - the princess loved playing with a woman's fur. The servant woman's legs were long and toned, with a shapely rear.\n\n\"Now isn't that much better?\" The princess asked.\n\nMelissa nodded.\n\nTaiva took a plump peach from her bowl of fruit, squeezing it gently, judging its ripeness. The kitchens choose a perfect one as always, never to tender, never to firm.\n\nThe princess brought the fruit to her lips, locking eyes with her servant. Her teeth sank slowly into the soft flesh, juice gushing from the bite and dripping down her chin and onto her chest. It was sweeter than anything she had ever eaten.\n\nMelissa's breath caught. She bit her lip as her eyes wandered only momentarily to follow the dripping juice.\n\nTaiva chewed, smilingly, watching Melissa adjust her stance almost imperceptibly.\n\nTaken another bite, a larger stream of juice ran down her chin, this winding up in her cleavage. Melissa couldn't help but watch the lucky juice on its journey south.\n\n\"Oh darn, it appears I've made a mess of myself,\" the princess cooed. \"Come here Melissa, I need to get cleaned up.\"\n\nMelissa couldn't speak, mesmerized by Taiva's display. She set the frond down, approaching slowly.\n\nTaiva unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a little more of her chest and giving better access it her flesh beneath. \"I don't want to waste this delicious peach juice, would you mind licking it up for me?\"\n\nMelissa climbed upon the chaisse-lounge, straddling her princess. Lowering her head just enough, the servant girl stuck out her tongue to lap up the exploratory juice.\n\nTaiva's skin was warm and soft, the peach juice refreshing and sweet. Melissa ran long passes up Taiva's chest, between the two barely covered breasts. How she yearned to rip the rest of that blouse away and suckle her Lady's teat like a hungry babe.\n\nThat's when the princess struck. One hand snaked behind Melissa's head, gripping her curly hair. The other dove between the servant girl's legs to feel her arousal. Melissa's nethers were slick with her own sweet juice, one sweeter than the peach Taiva just had.\n\nThe servant girl acquiesced, letting Taiva bring her face to face to steal a deep kiss from her lover. One finger slipped into Melissa's entrance, earning a squeak of alarm and joy.\n\nAs Taiva teased the woman's nethers, Melissa busied herself with tearing as much clothing off her lady as possible. Nothing was going to keep them from each other right now.\n\nBlouse and skirt and under shirt and brassiere and pantaloons went sailing across the room as Melissa excavated her lover from the cloth.\n\nSoon the two were completely nude, kissing, on the chaisse-lounge, one fingering the other.\n\n\"Gods Melissa, I need you. I want to celebrate the good news.\"\n\n\"What's the good news, my Lov- my Lady?\"\n\n\"I was cursed,\" Taiva said.\n\nQuirking an eyebrow, Melissa stared at her lover.\n\n\"You see, that idiot witch cursed me so no *man* would love me or touch me or whatever. Not knowing I don't care about men.\" She planted a kiss on Melissa's cheek. \"Only hot women for me,\" she whispered.\n\nMelissa smiled.\n\nThe servant woman was much stronger than the princess, something Taiva loved. Picking up her lover, Melissa playfully tossed Taiva onto her bed.\n\n\"I'm only going to ask you this once Mel, fuck me like there's no tomorrow.\"\n\nNot needing anymore convincing, the servant woman laced her legs with Taiva's allowing their nethers to touch so delightfully. The princess had learned of this technique from some foreign dignitaries she was good friends with that showed her first hand. Shearing they called. Ever since, Taiva rarely asked for anything else.\n\nThey started slow, rubbing on each other. It was a little awkward each time to get started, but once they got a rhythm going, it was Bliss on earth.\n\nEach woman lost control of their voice, letting out only pleasured grunts and moans as they sheared. Despite the semi awkward position, it was delightfully effect.\n\nTheir mutual arousal mixed together to provide plenty of lubrication, letting their womanhoods to glide passed each other so perfectly.\n\nTaiva's moans turned to gasps, an unvoiced plea for Melissa to speed up, not that she was complaining.\n\nIt didn't take long before they were blessed by Euphoria, their bodies wracked by wild pleasure, muscle convlusing out of control. Melissa collapsed into Taiva, nestled into her neck. The princess still smelled faintly of peaches, peaches, sweat and sex.\n\nFor a long while, they lay there, occasionally stealing a kiss or suckling a tit.\n\n\"This is going to be an amazing curse,\" Taiva said.\n\nMelissa replied only in a kiss."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "And then they fucked. The end." | [
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"content": "\"And then they fucked. The end\" Mary repeated louder, repeating the last line of the page on the screen in front of her\n\n\"I'm sorry, dude, but that's the best you could do?\" She rarely called her boyfriend *dude*, but it was never a good sign.\n\n\"Hey, I tried my best\" Braden offered a shrug. \"I'm not a writer. Why don't you hook up with one of those writer dudes?\" The frustration boiling in his voice\n\n\"Okay, uncalled for. I do appreciate the effort, I know that you don't write. I just thought, when I asked for a spicy story about the two of us for my birthday, you might come up with something... more.\"\n\n\"Why do you want me to write about when we can just *do it* ?\" Braden stood up from the bed, his hands crudely to his crotch. As he patted his jeans down, it was clear that the story was leading to some actual spicy times, and not a fight.\n\n\"I know, I know. I know.\" The same phrase came out with different weights. \"We can just fuck. The end.\" She realized that it came out a little more spiteful than she intended. \"I know we don't give gifts to receive gifts. Or shouldn't. But when I took those photos for your birthday, the bikini pin up photos, I thought I'd get some effort from your gift. I'm not someone who gets aroused by visuals, but I can see the appeal. I still managed to make a hot-as-fuck photo shoot for you.\" She walked up closer to her boyfriend, the touch caused him to roll his eyes \"I even wore a top that was too small so the *cups would be overflowing* just like you like it.\" The last five words punctuated with a poke\n\nBraden felt the urge to say something, anything in his defense. \"You don't know what you're talking about. I said I like when the top is too tight. I didn't say anything about cups!\"\n\nMary stood there in stunned silence. She really overestimated Braden's ability to write anything... really.\n\n\"Look, I shouldn't be mad. I'm not anymore.\" Mary sounded a bit resigned. \"You like your smut in visuals, I like mine written. It's easy enough to find bikini babes on the internet. The written stuff...\"\n\n\"There's so much weird stuff out there. And like, why is there so much about 5 nights at Freddy's? Isn't that like scary kids stuff?\" Braden interrupted in frustration. He had clearly tried to do some research. Without a guide, he got overwhelmed by tags, fantasies, and kinks galore.\n\nThe man's favorite thing in the world was boobs. His search history reflected that. That's all he needed \n\n\n\"I should have been more clear. Given you some more... vanilla stuff to guide you.\n\n\"So, like ice cream...play?\"\n\nHe had clearly picked up some vernacular.\n\n\"No,\" she laughed \" but I can see you're trying. Just straightforward sex stuff. Man and a woman, penises and vaginas. Breasts of average sizes.\"\n\nShe pushed him back down on the bed, happy that the situation seemed to have de-escalated itself. But now what? \n\nMary found herself in the position women find themselves in too often: nursing his ego. And on her birthday no less. \n\n(To continue shortly)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your college roommate is adorable, but she grew up religious and has been extremely sheltered all her life. She's never seen a cock before, never properly orgasmed, has no idea what a vibrator even is - but she's decided that she wants to learn, and you're the only one she trusts to do the job! | [
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"content": "I put an ad into the university classifieds looking for a roommate when mine flunked out mid-semester. I had all sorts of people apply but the one that stood out was Sandy. \n\nShe is as cute as a button. Long blonde hair, round face with a tiny chin and an up turned nose. A scattering if freckles across the bridge of her nose. She dressed like a tomboy - loose fitting clothes that hid her figure - but there was no hiding tits and hips like those. \n\nShe moved in two days later. \n\nHer parents helped her move in. Her Dad gave me the stink eye the entire time even though I helped to carry boxes. Sandy told me later that he didn’t approve of her living with a boy. \n\nI ordered us some pizza once the moving was done. Sandy and her parents said a prayer before eating. I just dug in - earning me the stink eye from her father again. \n\nThe rest of the weekend was Sandy unpacking and rearranging and just getting settled into the apartment. She was quite and courteous. Perfect roommate so far. \n\nWe settled into a comfortable roommate relationship. We cooked together and ate together. Turns out we even had a class together. Sandy was a tight laced, sexually repressed, overly religious girl - but she was sweet as honey. \n\n“Hey! I heading to church,” she said as she walked by my open bedroom door one Sunday morning. I heard the front door open and close. \n\nPutting my headphones on, I cranked the volume way up and brought up some big titty porn on my twin big screen computer monitors. I was beating it pretty hard when I heard a shriek. \n\nI looked at the door with my meat in hand to see Sandy screaming in wide eyed terror. Once we locked eyes she bolted. Tossing on my house coat I went after her. \n\nShe was sitting on the edge of her bed hyperventilating. She glanced up at me - my hard on trying to escape my robe - and then back down to the ground. \n\n“I can’t believe you were watching that,” she said finally. \n\n“Just a little porn. What’s the big deal?”\n\n“That lady was - she was - ,” Sandy was at a loss for words. \n\n“Yeah, she was sucking some guy’s cock. Pretty normal stuff.”\n\n“Normal? Normal? It’s normal to put a man’s — penis — into your mouth?” She said with horror. \n\n“Yeah. In your mouth. Between your tits. In your pussy. In your ass. In your hands. Some women even use their feet. It is all normal and ok,” I said patiently. \n\nI waited a beat then asked, “I thought you were going to church.”\n\n“Car wouldn’t start,” she said quietly. She took a couple of deep breaths. “So my boyfriend, Tony, you think he wants me to put his penis in my mouth?” She said uncertainly. \n\n“Probably. Pretty much every guy alive wants a blowjob. Don’t you want him to lick your pussy? Kinda goes tit for tat. Give a little get a little.”\n\n“You think he wants to lick me? Like - down there?” She was visibly uncomfortable at the idea. \n\nI shrugged my shoulders. “Probably. Yeah. Why wouldn’t he?”\n\n“We ok?” I asked after a few moments. \n\n“Yeah. We are good,” she said. She still looked like she was about to hyperventilate. \n\nLater that night I was on the sofa, watching some tv. Sandy rested up against the wall and looked at me like she had a million things on her mind. I paused the tv. \n\n“What’s up?” I asked her. \n\n“I don’t know what I am doing,” she said after a long pause. “Tony and I kiss and make out - but I never let it go further. He is getting frustrated - I can tell. But I don’t know what to do. I have never seen a penis until today. I have never orgasmed. I just - I just - I don’t know what to do,” she stammered. \n\nPoor girl. Her sheltered religious upbringing is messing up her chances at a normal healthy sex life. \n\n“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend to help you out. You can discover this stuff together,” I said supportively. \n\nShe shook her head. “I want you to teach me,” she said definitively. “You are patient and a good teacher. You have experience. I met Tony through the church - it will be the blind leading the blind. No - I need a teacher that knows that they are doing.”\n\nShe was serious. \n\n“What *exactly* do you want me to teach you?” I asked cautiously. \n\n“All of the things a good girlfriend needs to know. All of it. I am going to be the best girlfriend possible for Tony.”\n\n————————————\n\nTo be continued"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On the Friday of teacher appreciation week, you find a small gift bag waiting on your desk. 'From Ms. Asely,' said the tag. You open it to find a lacey black thong and a phone number. | [
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"content": "\"Teacher appreciation week?\" I murmured to myself, looking warily at the bag, and then suspiciously at the rest of the class in front of me. The nearest boys shrugged. \n\n\n\"Ms. A left it there, Miss...\" one boy volunteered. \"See? She stapled it shut. With that card. Bruh, it's probably some weed or something.\" \n\n\nThe jumble of words from the boys made me laugh, as I took the bag from the desk and shoved it in the drawer. \n\n\n\"I'm sure it's just a gift card, or some cookies. Chill.\" I replied, standing up and heading to the board. \n\n\n\"This is my last week with y'all. So today...we're playing this Jeopardy game I found in the closet. There's only four buzzers, so all y'all get into groups. Like...now.\" I say, raising my voice over the chaos of the class. \n\n\n\"Wait, what!? You're *LEAVING?*\" a girl called from the center of the room. \"Miss Garcia, you're, like, quitting?\" \n\n\n\"No...I'm just an intern. This is the end of the student teaching part of my degree. Ms. Asely will be back, and then I get to go back to school and be a student like you. It's really nice of her to get me a gift for Teacher Appreciation Week.\" \n\n\nThe class was a blur after that - quiz games, flash cards, projects...and the final bell startled us all out of an intense competition the last period of the day. \n\nAs the students filed out of the room, fist bumping and high fiving me, I settled back behind the desk. *This is pretty cool, but do I really want to teach middle school? Some of these kids are insane...maybe it IS weed....* \n\n\nGingerly, I opened the bag. A card, with a phone number. Nothing else. And wrapped in some pink tissue...what I found made me gasp, and drop the bag. Quickly, I got up to close the door, my cheeks burning. *A thong?* Well, it WAS cute. *And it's my size.* I fingered the tag...Victoria's Secret, Extra Small. \n\n\n\"Either she's a good guesser, or she's checking me out.\" \n\n\nI pulled out my phone, and dialed the number, my hands shaking a little. No answer. A text message buzzed into existence a few minutes later. \n\n\n\"Can't talk now. Hope you like your gift. Come over Friday after school? We'll have dinner, share a bottle of wine. Be sure to wear that little gift!\" \n\n\nNot wanting to be rude, I found myself tapping out an affirmative before slipping the thong into my backpack and heading home for the day. The remainder of the week went by remarkably fast, with the students generally doing well on the test we were giving, and the last day, they surprised me with cupcakes and sweet tea. In the back of my mind, though, as sweet and wonderful as my last day had been, I felt butterflies for my meeting with Ms. Asely. \n\n\nA blonde woman in her thirties, she was clearly a fitness enthusiast, and we'd frequently commiserated about our runs, or soreness from our workouts. But this would be the first time I'd ever seen her outside of our professional educational setting...and somehow she made me feel like a schoolgirl again, although I was only months away from turning 21 and well into a teacher-prep program at the local university."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a young woman is riding to school when she gets a hit from her new dating app... and this app matches based on only one point of compatibility. It is a CNC dating app and matches willing young women with men who want to molest them. And her match is standing right behind her. | [
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"content": "It's been a frustrating morning already... I'm running late and missed the first train. Now I'm stuck on the busier one and couldn't get a seat, so I'm hanging onto the overhead rail when my phone pings. Trying to keep my balance, unlock my phone and hang on is awkward, but I feel a steadying hand on my hip. The man standing behind me is much bigger than me and his hand easily wraps round, his fingertips brushing against my midriff. I'm not dressed like a slut, I swear... It's just that I'm shirt and reaching up to hold onto the strap means my top has lifted away. He's respectful though, and pulls his hand away.\n\nI look at my phone and feel a rush of heat between my legs. It's Huntr... A new app for people into CNC. You put up your profile and whether you want to be predator or prey, what your limits are, safe words and gestures, any places it's not ok to be attacked, and it shares your GPS data with the predator. As long as you haven't unmatched, they can attack you. I marked myself as prey, obviously. It's always been my kink, from when I first got interested in sex. But it's so hard to find men you can trust to respect your limits but who are still willing to hurt you.\n\nThe heat between my legs was almost unbearable as I opened the notification. A guy I'd swiped yes on had done the same with me. I quickly scanned his profile... He likes when prey fights back, he is willing to be violent, he isn't into humiliation. Perfect. My heart is racing as I tap the 'game on' button.\n\nI hear a ping behind me. The man who steadied me takes out his phone, his body still sometimes brushing against mine with the crowds and the swaying. I hear him chuckle, a low, growly sound. I dismiss it, but next time he brushes against me I can feel a hardening cock pressed to my back. This can't be happening. I'm sure it's just my horny imagination running wild... I'm pretty used to men getting hard when they rub up against me on the train. My stop is coming up anyway.\n\nAs I move to the doors, I try to look around but I lost him in the crowd. I laugh at myself for my constant fantasies about strangers taking me when they want. I've got a half mile to walk to school and I'd better hurry. That means taking the shortcut through the park, but it's early enough that it should be pretty deserted.\n\nI don't know how I'm gonna focus at school today. I'm imagining all the ways I want to be raped and wondering how he'll do it. I'm so lost in fantasies I don't hear his approach. The first thing I know is when a leather belt is suddenly wrapped around my neck and pulled tight. I try to scream but it's strangling me. I claw at it, trying to breathe, but he pulls me back against him. Again I feel how hard he is as he wrestles me off the path to a clearing with a picnic bench.\n\nStill holding the belt tight as I struggle for breath, he forces my head down so I'm lying face down on the table. Itry to kick back at him but all that does is give him an opening to stand between my legs. He pulls my skirt up and tears my panties off. I'm beginning to lose consciousness.... My arms clawing uselessly at the table in front of me. I hear that laugh again and I know it's him, know I was right. He's using his free hand to undo his flies and, as I fade, I feel his warm, huge cock against my ass.\n\nHe loosens the belt just enough to let me breathe, saying 'no, I don't want you to sleep through this. This time.' I start to scream but he grabs my hair and slams my head into the table. Stunned, I go limp just as he rams his cock into me, burying himself to the hilt. I'm lucky I'd been turned on before because he's huge and I'm so little... It hurts so much I know he'd have torn me up if I hadn't been wet. \n\nThe stars are clearing from my vision and I start to fight again, yelling at him to get off me. He leans forward, pinning me to the table with his cock, and pulls the belt up from my throat to my mouth. He pulls it tight and buckles it, gagging me. The leather cuts into my lips and I taste blood as he leans back, satisfied. Crying, I struggle to get free, but he's so much bigger than me. He grabs my wrists and holds them easily behind my back, and then the pain starts. He pulls almost all the way out, then rams back in. Slow. Deliberate. Brutal. Each thrust bruises my hips against the rough wood. Each time he uses all his strength to go in as deep and as hard as he can. He uses my wrists to pull me back onto his cock."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Bondage where the sub is being controlled like a marionette. | [
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"content": "Christopher relished in the way the rope felt wrapped around his knuckles as he marveled at his handiwork. The Waltz of the Marionette played in the background. He’d chosen a white jute, a classic and bright color that popped against the red curtain backdrop. It also looked spectacular against her porcelain skin, especially since it was the only thing she was wearing. He’d painted her face with a delicate hand. Red circles for cheeks, white under her blue eyes to make them shine like orbs, and two black lines from her corners to her jaw. He had also painted a pink heart on her pouty lips, but the gag to keep her silent had already smudged it. He was okay with that, though. Every puppeteer gets a little messy in their craft.\r \n\r \n“Say hi, Poppy.”\r \n\r \nHe gave a few lines of rope toward him, and they slipped against the rigging with ease. Poppy’s hand rose with the rope at every point it articulated. She stayed limp as he commanded, letting her strings do the talking. Letting her master wave her hand back and forth.\r \n\r \n“Mmm… what a good doll…”\r \n\r \nPoppy did her best to stay pliant on her little wooden chair, but the pull of rope on her skin threatened her composure. It was tied to the crook of her elbows, the dip of her waist, the thickest of her thighs, the swell of her breasts. The pressure and burn on her skin was manna from heaven.\r \n\r \n“Are you excited to play, Poppy?”\r \n\r \nChristopher gave a swift tug with both hands and pulled her arms above her head. Poppy reflexively closed her eyes as the rope tightened, making her breasts jiggle and her nipples harden. She could feel the pulse of her sex quicken. It earned a dark chuckle from her master.\r \n\r \n“Hmm, I don’t know if I’m convinced that you’re excited to play with me.” He felt his cock harden as he licked his lips. “Maybe if we open those legs, I’d have a better idea.”\r \n\r \nHe let her arms fall limp, and Poppy followed suit. He gathered a new collection of rope and pulled. One leg went up, and then another, pulling her ass to the edge of her chair. Even in her plastic state, her skin flushed with embarrassment. The glistening pink of her wet pussy had dripped onto her thighs and left a stain on the wood. There was no hiding it now. She was spread and exposed to him, rope tugging her legs apart and digging into her flesh.\r \n\r \nPoppy was indeed a very good doll."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "No fap? What the hell is that? Oh gosh, no sweetie; you will not be doing that. Not in this house!" | [
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"content": "\"No Fap? What the hell is that?\" Annabelle stared in horror at her adult son Jarlath.\n\n\"You know, giving up masturbation and porn,\" he explained. \"So I'll have more time to get things done, and I'll save up my sexual energy until I get the chance to fuck an actual girl.\"\n\n\"Oh gosh, no sweetie; you will not be doing that. Not in this house!\"\n\n\"Why not? It seems like a way to spend my time more productively,\" said Jarlath. \"I mean, I have an assignment to write for university and I don't want to leave it until the last minute.\"\n\nAnnabelle sighed. \"I know you're young and naive... but you really shouldn't listen to all this nonsense about productivity. Someday you will realize there is more to life than work! You know, you won't *always* have a constantly rock-hard cock that shoots such thick sexy fluid many times a day. If you don't play with it now, you'll end up regretting the fun you missed out on by making bad choices.\"\n\n\"Maybe,\" said Jarlath, unconvinced. \"But if I play with it too much, mightn't I miss out on the fun of fucking an actual girl?\"\n\n\"Of course an actual girl would be better,\" Annabelle admitted. \"But until you manage to attract a girl, your cock needs attending to in other ways. I mean, seduction can be very difficult for you poor boys... it might be *years* before you manage to fuck a girl. There's no point denying your horny cock in the meantime.\"\n\n\"Whatever,\" said her son. \"Anyway, I'm going to my room.\"\n\n\"Excellent idea, sweetie,\" Annabelle smiled.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nA few minutes later, Annabelle listened at the closed door. She heard a disturbing lack of fapping noises, and no porn soundtrack either. She feared her son was still on the wrong path.\n\nShe opened the door and barged in. As she suspected, Jarlath had a pile of textbooks on his desk, and his computer screen was split between a PDF of some scientific study and a Word document into which he was typing notes. Most tellingly, there was no sign of a bulge or wet spot in his pants.\n\n\"You'd better not be starting on your essay without emptying your balls first!\" she said accusingly.\n\nHe quickly minimized the Word and PDF documents, revealing another window showing a bunch of porn thumbnails. \"*Muuum!* Give me some privacy, I'm a grown adult now.\"\n\nAnnabelle stepped forward and examined the screen more closely. \"This is just the front page of Pornhub. I can tell you haven't really been browsing it. You can't fool me.\"\n\n\"It's none of your business how I choose to spend my time,\" said Jarlath.\n\n\"You make me sound like some big meanie!” Annabelle frowned. “Look, I'm only saying this because I have your best interests at heart. If you become a workaholic and neglect the fun side of life, you will end up very depressed. And I really don't want to see you do that to yourself, sweetie.\"\n\nHer son hung his head shamefully. “I mean, I might try to fit in a bit of masturbation if I get all my work done on time… but I really don't think it's something I should spend all my time on.”\n\n\"I never said you need to spend *all* your time on it,\" Annabelle rolled her eyes. \"But rubbing one out should be your first priority, the very first thing you take care of each morning. That’s the time of day when your testosterone is at its highest. I often see your morning wood – that’s your body desperately *crying* out for some release, baby.”\n\n“I guess,” mumbled Jarlath.\n\n“Exactly. A hormonal young man like you needs to empty his balls many times a day to stay mentally healthy. Trying to repress that is going against your nature.\"\n\nShe raised her hand to the screen and pointed at one of the thumbnails. \"By the way, check out this video! I watched it recently and I think you'll really like it. It caters to a lot of your interests - public sex, blowjobs, cum play...\"\n\n\"I don't want to.\" But Jarlath wasn't being entirely truthful. He felt his dick starting to tingle and slowly swell in his pants, and he couldn't help staring at the screen.\n\nAnnabelle seized her advantage, pointing at another video. \"Or how about you try *this* video? She's a very pretty girl with some nice big tits. I think she would inspire you to milk a really satisfying cumload out of yourself, baby.\"\n\nShe glanced down at her son's lap and saw a visible bulge starting to grow there.\n\n\"Muuum... don't tempt me... I'm trying to exercise self-control,\" Jarlath grumbled.\n\n\"Oh come on, just take out your dick and stroke it a bit! How difficult can it be? What about this one… *'Stranger face-fucks handcuffed slut in stairwell.'* Even the title sounds intriguingly jizzworthy, don’t you think?”\n\n“Stop it, Mum.” His bulge twitched and stood taller, tenting his pants.\n\n“Sweetie, I *really* think you need to. Just take a look at the first few minutes and see if you like it...\" She reached down to the mouse and clicked.\n\n“Give me the mouse! Just give it…”\n\nThe video opened and started playing. They watched the cameraman approaching the handcuffed slut in the grimy stairwell. He immediately started groping her tits, before pulling out his cock and shaking it in her face.\n\nAnnabelle stepped behind her son and massaged his shoulders. \"Baby, just relax, watch the video... and have a nice wank.\"\n\nThe handcuffed slut started eagerly sucking on the cameraman's hardening cock, and Jarlath's resistance finally gave out. \"Well maybe just a quick wank,\" he conceded. He pulled his rock-hard cock out of his pants and started stroking it.\n\n\"*Thaaat's* my boy,\" Annabelle smiled down at him. \"She's giving him such a nice blowjob, isn't she? I’m sure you *dream* of having a woman’s mouth do that to your horny hard cock…\"\n\n\"Ooooh... fuck yes... yeah, look at her go,\" her son agreed, tugging on his swollen shaft, textbooks laying forgotten to the side.\n\nAnnabelle quietly pushed the textbooks across the desk and hid them behind something to make sure they wouldn't distract him again. \"And don't be afraid to keep clicking on the next video, and the next, and the next. I want you to keep on milking that cock... wanking for *hours* if you need to... until your balls are totally empty...\"\n\n\"Fuck yeah, I love edging for hours,\" Jarlath enthused, his attention now entirely captivated by the sexy video.\n\n\"I know you do, baby,\" his mother murmured. \"Happy wanking.\"\n\nAnd she walked out of the room, leaving the door open. She would check in on him again and again to make sure he was giving his cock all the attention it needed."
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"content": "Sweat, panting, exhaustion. They looking at each other both drained and covered in sweat. The room was a mess, their clothes spewed all over the place. Smiling they both knew this could only mean one thing. He was about to have his balls filled with that cum dripping out of her pussy. \n\nThey moved toward a each other, finding pennies if energy return to their respected body. As they touched they each released a moan of pleasure signalling what they hope would be more than seconds of fun. \n\nHe felt it first. As his cock entered her dripping opening the warm liquid shot into his hole. It felt warm as it streamed into his balls. A slight moan came out followed by a giggle from her lips. \n\n\nFor her she felt only the steam leave deep within her womb as thousand of sperm flew out of her. She was glad it was within her rather than down her throat she never liked that feeling. \n\nBoth began to move in and out of each other feeling each other and finding their motion. As the rhythm met it's crescendo they began to feel the beads of sweat return to rejuvenate their exhausted bodies. \n\nMoments of pleasure flowed through their brains as her tits began to become erect. \n\nWithin a few minutes he pulled out and ended the event with soft playing of her nipples and legs.\n\n\nWhile the ending was nice she wished he had ended it between her legs. She would remember that the next one night stand she had."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (ENF) It was finally Emily’s art class’s day to be drawing the nude form. But when the model cancels last minute, the teacher decides it’ll be Emily modelling in her place… | [
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"content": "Emily had spent the whole week focusing on how to convey the idea of 'passion' in a drawing. They were supposed to have a model in for class today, and the professor promised she'd be good, but that only meant it was going to be that much more important for the students to capture the emotion. Professor Hawkins (She could hardly ever just call him Mark) was extremely serious about both art, and his class, and Emily definitely didn't want to disappoint him. He was kind of handsome, for an older guy, and her bit of a crush on him certainly didn't hurt her motivation either. \nEveryone was arrayed around the raised platform in the center of the room, and most of the students had gotten their materials out, some drawing on tablets, others with traditional paper and analog materials. People were actually starting to fidget a bit, as professor Hawkins seemed to be in one corner of the room on his phone. Glass was supposed to have started over 5 minutes ago. \nProfessor Hawkins made his way near to the center of the room, an apologetic look in his big, brown eyes. \"All right everyone, it looks like we've had a little bit of a hiccup in the plans for today. Our model, talented as she is, has just gotten a role in a feature film. This is exceptionally fortunate for her. Unfortunately for us, however, she'll be flying out to London literally tonight. She's not going to be able to make it.\" He adjusted his glasses, and he ran a couple of fingers through the streaks of gray at the temples of his otherwise dark black hair. \"But that doesn't mean that we won't be able to get what we need. One of you will have to model. Nude, of course.\" \nThe students broke into gasps and titters, whispering amongst themselves about the very idea of one of them needing to strip naked in front of the class. Everyone seemed to be wondering if he was expecting someone to volunteer, but their questions would soon be answered. \n\"Emily!\" He said, pointing directly at her. \"Obviously, it should be you. You're the most attractive girl in the class, and therefore you have the least to be embarrassed about. A figure like yours deserves to be immortalized.\" He was already next to her, taking her by the upper arm and pulling her to her feet. \nTall, blonde, buxom and curvy, Emily might have been an obvious choice for who everyone would like to see naked, but the intense blush blooming on her face was more than evidence that she would never have volunteered! \n\"Wait! What!?\" Emily cried, staring at the professor in disbelief, even as he moved her to the center of the room. She could feel all the eyes in the room on her, and she felt like the room was spinning, like this couldn't be happening. \nMark just looked at her completely businesslike. \"Emily. We need a model for the class, and you're the best suited to the job. There's no need to be fussy about this. You'll just have to do, and you'll have to do your best to exemplify passion.\" He stared at her, for a long moment, seemingly expectantly, as she just stared back at him and then back around the room in disbelief. \nAll of the other students were staring at her with expressions ranging from shock, to disbelief, to obvious perverted lust. Emily felt butterflies throughout her stomach and she could literally feel the heat of the blush on her face. \"I... um... I I can't,\"She said, and she started to walk back to her seat. \nProfessor Hawkins caught her with a hand on her hip, his thumb just resting on her lower back. His touch sent an unexpected jolt of electricity through her, in her flustered state, and she stopped in her tracks, turning to look at him. \"Emily. This is important. Of course, you'll not only get a passing grade, but you'll also get a bit of extra credit. It's only fair.\" \nEmily's bright blue eyes were totally wide, as she simply stared at him like a deer in headlights. \nHe pursed his full lips and fixed her with his deep brown eyes. \"Emily, this is very important to me. This is important for the class,\" He said, quite authoritatively. She almost felt like she couldn't argue. She felt flutters in her stomach again, these ones slightly different. He shrugged. \"And I guess I'll give you the model's fee too. It was actually a couple of thousand dollars.\" \nEmily gasped, even as the other students made noises of interest and approval. At this point, she felt like she couldn't disappoint professor Hawkins, and she \\*did\\* need the money... She let her arms relax to her sides, and Mark apparently took it as a sign of her acceptance. She felt herself nod ever so slightly, and he instantly turned and started walking towards his desk. \n\"Fantastic! All right Emily. Go ahead. Strip!\" The professor said, matter of factly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I didn't become a mage to take advantage of people, but this merchant is really grateful that I saved him & is insisting I spend the night at his home, in his daughter's bed. His daughter is even more enthusiastic about the idea than he is, happily insisting that she's my new slave. | [
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"content": "Dad actually got the mage who chased off the Harpy Queen to stay here! At our house! And he was even going to make sure that he stayed with me in my room!\n\nThis guy was an amazing mage! Like, definitely the real deal. I decided that I needed to put on my sexiest *sexiest* dress. Guys love sex, and human guys tend to be hard up for it, wizard or not.\n\nWe don't have nearly enough wizards in this kingdom, not with all of them getting conscripted by the king anyway. That means no apprenticeships. And that means I wasn't going to be able to find anybody to train me! If I could just get this wizard to take me on when he goes, then he'd definitely let me be his apprentice.\n\nI had a dress that I got from an elf. It had a neat bodice that showed off my tits, and it was nice and short. I think my tits are pretty good. They're good and plump, and they're nice and perky. They're big enough, even if they're not the biggest, but they're nice! Plus, the dress shows off my legs amazingly! And I have amazing legs, even if I do say so myself. Whenever I wore this one, I caught guys staring at my thighs even more than my cleavage, and... It had a space at the back for my tail.\n\nDad is nice enough, and most of the locals are used to me, but this kingdom really isn't a place for a demon girl... If I could get out of here, get a little bit of magical training, I could definitely have a lot more going on then just sort of staying holed up in the house so much.\n\nI tried to smooth out my hair as much as I could. I could only hope this wizard liked redheads. He was a wizard, so he was probably going to notice stuff, so I didn't bother trying to hide my horns. Between the pointed ears and the tail, I was pretty sure he would catch on to things even if I did try to hide them. Especially if we were going to be going with plan A. Plan A was sex, obviously. Plan A was always sex. Dad always said I was my mother's daughter. And my mother was her mother's daughter. And my grandmother was her mother's daughter. And my great grandmother was a succubus.\n\nI focused and tried to shape-shift my breasts just a little bigger. They spelled up a little bit, but only a little. I felt like I needed more magic exposure to get really good. One of the elves that I talked to said that even innate magic benefits from training, and that I should find a way to train with any spellcaster I could. She seemed to know what she was talking about, so that was the plan. Learn some magic. Learn to use my innate abilities. Get out of town. \n\nI could hear Dad and The wizard downstairs. I splashed on a bit of perfume Jim and sat on the bed. It was already dark out. He was already going to be tired. Tired and hopefully horny. I was certainly horny, so if he wasn't... Well that would be awkward. Because he'd really just have to kind of sit there while I got myself off. Hopefully he'd be horny by the end of that, but if he wasn't, well it would just hurt My self-esteem. That's what it would do.\n\nThe door swung open, and Dad was there. Along with the wizard! And The wizard was handsome! Thank fuck... He seemed a bit flustered.\n\n\"Yes! Yes! And this is where you will be staying the night!\" Dad boomed. \"It is the least that I, humble merchant could offer the hero who saved our town. Of course! You should also help yourself to my lovely daughter, Jen. She's most eager to be of service to you!\" \n\nI smiled big, hoping that The wizard wouldn't mind my fangs too much. Couldn't stop my tail from wagging. He smelled too nice.\n\n\"Are you... Are you sure you mean to have me in here. I didn't become a wizard to get you know... Girls or anything, you know?\" The wizard rubbed the back of his neck while he talked. He seemed so nice. This was going to be fun!\n\n\"Yes! Yes! I insist. Spend the night with Jen. Perhaps you will spend more than that with her?\" Dad winked and elbowed The wizard in the ribs. \"At any rate, I should probably leave you two alone...\" Dad was a big guy. Plump and powerful, Mom liked to call him. It certainly made it easy for him to shove the wizard around. And he did give him a good shove into the room before he slammed the door shut.\n\nMr wizard actually ended up bowling straight into me, and he fell on top of me on the bed. Good aim, Dad!\n\nI sprawled out underneath him and spread my legs so he rested between my thighs. His face was pretty much on top of my tits. He smelled super nice, and wow he had a cute blush!\n \n\"Okay! Hey... Excuse me!\" He said, as he started trying to get up.\n\nI just giggled and wrapped my legs around him, and he sort of dragged me with him as he jerkily tried to shove himself off the bed. We ended up tumbling backwards, so now I was on top of him!\n\nI sat down on top of his crotch, and I could feel he had a nice bulge going on down there. I squeezed him between my thighs a little, as I looked down at him. \"Oh! Did you want me to be on top, Master?\" I gave him my best innocent pout, trailed a finger down his jaw, carefully leaving forward enough that he could see my tits start to spill out of my dress a little.\n\n\"Master!? What do you mean master!?\" He said, as he started trying to get up. He seemed like he was trying to get me off of him, but he didn't know where to put his hands. I moved them to my thighs.\n\n\"By Master, I meant master,\" I said. \"I could be your new slave!\"\n\n\"I don't... I don't, I don't need a slave,\" He said. \"Jen, isn't it? I don't think we've been terribly well acquainted yet. Especially for being in such an... intimate position. I'm Cedric. It's very nice to meet you,\" he said, extending a hand.\n\nVery briefly, I thought about shaking his hand, but it was so close to my face, considering he was laying on the floor underneath me. Instead, I took his hand in both of mine, and then I wrapped my lovely plump lips around one of his fingers. I gently kissed and sucked his fingers, and I even used my extra long tongue to lick his hand a little. And then I winked \"You taste nice,\" I whispered.\n\nHe turned so fucking red! And I could feel him starting to get stiff under me... Fun!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You didn't expect to find someone else sitting here in the park in winter; But things take an awkward yet sexual turn. | [
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"content": "I walked to my favorite secluded spot at the park and saw already someone on the bench. \"quite the weather right? this spot is quite secluded so it is a surprise seeing someone else here.\" \"yeah, the seclusion is quite nice too.\" the girl already there closed her legs when I arrived. I sat down next to her and she squirmed about. \"is something wrong?\" \"not really, I was dared to go to the park in just a jacket and boots and it had made me quite horny.\" she opened her legs and jacket and showed me. \n\n\"why don't you go ahead, I'm not stopping you.\" she started pleasuring herself right next to me and I got worked up too. she eventually came and we started talking about going back to my place for some fun."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In an overcrowded subway train two women, two complete strangers are pressed against each other unintentionally. Both are blushing at one another. | [
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"content": "Kira stepped carefully through the crowd, trying not to brush up against too many people. The tall, goth cowgirl knew it was a losing battle, but she tried not to outright knock anyone over with her breasts. It was inevitable that she was going to end up brushing past lots of people and squeezing them against others, but she didn't want to be too gratuitous about it, and she didn't want to end up getting too turned on! Her breasts, and especially her big nipples, we're always super sensitive, and she couldn't help but get aroused. She hoped that she wasn't putting on too much of a show, but she knew quite well that her nipples were clearly visible through her black halter top, even with her black bra underneath.\n\n\nShe found what she thought would be a spot with enough space for her to stand on the train, and she waited. And that was when at least two dozen more people were suddenly shoved on, and she was shoved forward! She could feel her tits pressed up against someone, and she felt something on her leg.\n\n\nGina had been minding her own business, or at least trying to. The petite cat girl had gotten onto the train in time to get a space near the wall, And she was so lost in her own thoughts that she hardly noticed the cowgirl standing in front of her, at least not until they got shoved together!\n\n\nGina looked up from between Kira's breasts. She was pretty much chin deep in the cowgirl's cleavage. The cowgirl's leg was between her thighs, and she could feel the cowgirl's thick thigh against her pussy, through her panties.\n\n\nKira looked down at the blonde cat girl nestled between her breasts. The cat girl had cute pink ears, but her face was turning a cuter shade of red. Kira blushed, herself, when she realized just where her thigh was, snuggly pressed between the other girl's legs. She could feel the warmth coming from the cat girl's panties too! This was awkward...\n\n\nThe two tried to squirm apart, to extricate themselves, but they were too tightly packed together to actually move anywhere, and this only made Kira rub her thigh more firmly against Gina's sex. The cat girl's blush intensified, and she started to take on a more aroused expression, as she felt herself getting turned on.\n\n\nKira couldn't believe she was accidentally scissoring a cat girl in the middle of a crowded train! Strangely, the thought turned her on a little, and she started to tease the blonde a little bit more, intentionally rubbing her thigh between the other girl's legs.\n\n\nGina couldn't help but squeeze the cowgirls leg between her thighs, the sensations were just too strong, and something about the fact that it was happening in the middle of the train made it also naughty and alluring... She willfully started to grind on the other girl's leg, and soon she found the big cowgirl reciprocating, pressing her thigh against her pussy for her to ride.\n\n\nThe cowgirl was definitely getting into it too! Her nipples were stiff enough to poke out even through her bra and shirt. Smiling to herself, nestled between the cowgirls boobs, Gina decided to give the cowgirl a little taste of her own medicine..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) All your relationships have been short and ended badly, always because of your sexy older sister. You always thought she did it out of spite, but finding her on your bed in nothing but lingerie, you are forced to reconsider. She seems to think she's the only woman for you. | [
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"content": "I closed the door behind me and rest my head against it, resisting the urge to slam my head into it. \n\n“Goddammit Kara,” I muttered to myself. \n\nMy sister, my roommate, had sent some kind of text to my date tonight. Something that convinced her that I wasn’t interested in a future relationship. True, I really wasn’t. I just wanted to wet my beak, but that doesn’t mean she had blue-ball me. \n\nAgain. \n\nIt was late. I’ll kill her tomorrow. Right now I just need to get off and go to bed. Maybe I’ll lay my dick and balls on her forehead like a Roman helmet. \n\nFunny as that would be, I turned right towards my room and opened the door. What I found was… unexpected. \n\nThe lights were off, being replaced by lit candles placed throughout the bedroom. The bed had unfamiliar sheets on it, and was covered in rose petals. Though, admittedly these were afterthoughts in my mind. The real first thing I noticed was my older sister, laying on the bed. \n\nHer hands held up her head, cradling her chin with laced fingers. Her feet swung in the air behind her. After making eye contact with me for a moment, she rose up to her knees. She showed off her lingerie; a lacy black and red set that pushed out her breasts and hugged her waist and butt tightly. \n\nSeveral things raced through my mind. One; she has to be screwing with me. It’s a prank. Why else would she be dressed like this in my room? Why set all this up? Why would…\n\n“Welcome home, baby.” She spoke as though this was a normal occurrence. Although her voice had a sultry air about it. “Do you like your gift?” \n\nI suddenly remembered how often she called me “baby.” How annoyed I got all my life before just accepting it in high school. Every relationship I failed. Every girl I brought home being scared off by this woman, who was only a couple years older than me. Some things started to click into place. \n\n“Come on, baby boy,” she beckoned me. “Don’t leave me all cold and alone like this.” She inserted two finger s in her mouth before tracing them down her stomach. “I waited so long for this…” \n\nPart of me wanted her to get out. Wanted her to leave. Then again…\n\nI took off my date clothes. Threw my jacket to one side, my shirt and pants to another. I climbed onto the bed with the woman I knew all my life and kissed her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Earths Free Use laws pushed you to explore the stars. It’s rare enough when you meet another human, you actually look forward to what inevitably happens. | [
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"content": "(TW: DUB-CON FREE USE MENTIONED AT THE END OF STORY)\n\nKiara's Fate\n\n\n\nEarth: The 3rd planet in the sol system otherwise known to non-humans as Deathworld-1789-04-12-150.\n\nThe Humans are vey strange individuals, they mate with each other and other sentient species for fun. In fact they have so-called Free-Use Laws. This allows anyone to use any human of the opposite gender of themselves at any time with or without warning, in fact they prefer if you do it without warning. Of course there are by-laws for same sex or bisexual mating so anyone who is not attracted to the opposite gender (usually the mating obsessed humans) can also benefit from this law. I wont go into detail how it works just know it has to do with looking for a symbol on the clothing of the humans to tell you what is ok. The only symbol that is important right now is no symbol, which means straight or not into the same gender at all. Now you may have noticed earlier in this paragraph I said other sentient species, what the humans call aliens (us), their free-use laws extend to all humans no matter where they are however you do not need to worry about being free use yourself unless you wear the appropriate symbol showing that you are willing to mate with humans whenever they feel like it.\n\nNow that i have explained this to you guys let me introduce you to our latest human explorer Kiara Who you will notice has no symbol on her uniform, Until she get a symbol on her uniform only the male crewmembers may use her. Kiara looked around the mess hall where all the crewmembers where gathered to meet her however it was difficult to focus with the Metronian's massive 15 inch knotted horse cock (best way to explain how it looks while becoming cum drunk from orgasming 2 times a minute, just a horse cock with a knot at the end) filling her ass and leaking it's aphrodisiac laced lubrication fluid. The crew got to see Kiara racked with orgasms from the beginning of her introduction to the crew as a Metronian begins to leak its lubricant as soon as they are aroused which is not hard to do, Just a quick wink and grab of the tits and its off to the races. Metronians are massive aliens at 15 feet tall and a massive two-thousand pounds due to there denser bone and muscle structure that makes them good for security. This makes their cocks heavy as well and seemingly quite small on their frames but when you only need to get sixteen inches into a female Metronian to fully reach their womb it is perfect to be an inch smaller as to not cause actual damage as the Metronians insides are very fragile compared to a humans. The Metronian continued Kiara's introduction as if she wasnt just hanging off his cock like a cum-drunk slut making aroused grunts moans and screams as orgasms tore through her at a faster and faster pace. Her only saving grace was that the Metronian had put a cock stopper about 5 inches down his cock so that he didnt wound the woman with his powerful thrusts, which had before killed a human after they sustained massive internal damage.\n\nNow Kiara is actually bi-sexual so she doesnt mind however her patch was lost and she can not get another one until the are in another human system. She was only disappointed because in her lust ridden brain she could see several female aliens she wouldn't mind tasting on her lips. At The thought of this she squirted making a huge mess on the floor as her sopping wet pussy purged more and more squirt through each thrust of cock in her ass, she was hoping the security officer would cum soon as she had a feeling her first day on the ship would be long as she could already see all of the hard cocks through uniforms and there were already several females touching themselves or lapping up her juices off the floor, however since they couldnt touch her that was all they could do. Kiara Could also tell that she was going to be very sore as soon as she came down from the high she was feeling.\n\nShe didnt get another moment to hope as another alien which she couldn't identify in her current state stuck his cock in her mouth as the Metronian filled her ass with half a gallon of cum which leaked out of her gaping hole before she could keep it in which egged on two more aliens to come up and fill her now open ass and her well trimmed but not bare pussy with their ribbed and barbed cocks, The ribbed cock going into her pussy and the barbed cock entering her ass. Kiara's looks were changing from person to person based on their preferences of a human, which was only possible due to a device that the humans created that allowed a sentient being to see the human based on their sexual preference of looks possible by humans, which also means that Kiara looked different to all humans as well making it only possible to identify her by her name and individual password that showed up on all databases that scanned her.\n\nThis trip was definitely going to be long considering she was going to be servicing a total of 300 aliens before she got her patch and adding another 700 after as some species didnt have gender and so fell under the bisexual free use rules meaning they could only use bisexual humans. Kiara didnt mind anymore though because after the long session with the security officer she was permanently going to be fuck-meat with a broken brain willing to fuck even the warp reactor on the ship, but hey thats what she signed up for when she joined the crew as the first human aboard the ship. Though we don't think she knew that when she signed up as she thought free use was a bad idea and wasnt that thrilled about it or the fact that society as a whole just accepted it, making her want to get away from it all be it not very successfully, not that she'll complain now if she ever gets to use her mouth for normal words again as she is now completely broken into the ships fuck pet and meat toilet."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me straight prompts that could be made continuously added too. I've got a year of boredom to fill. | [
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"content": "Pride and Prejudice characters go on a Grand Tour of Europe and end up meeting the people from Venus in Furs and a few other classics of European smutty lit. [The Pearl](https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Pearl) has a lot of examples of old-timey smut that could and should be woven into a story that starts all classy like and staid and ends up so raunchy the Marquis de Sade and the author of Dangerous Liaisons (Laclos) would blush while giving each other handies."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Costume Mixup | [
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"content": "Wife closes door behind her, \"what the fuck is going on? I cant believe you would do this! I am so angry right now!!\" she shifts her weight and thinks it over and says: \nI will ONLY forgive you if you do some things for me:\n\n \n1. You cant talk or open your mouth unless I tell you. \n2. facefuck this witch until she gags. \n3. Fuckfuck this witch until you cum down her throat \n4. You need to do it hard enough that the witch does not like it and is punished for not telling me the truth. \n5. There will be other duties added later.\n\n \nYou shake your head scared of accidentally saying something the wife does not like. You undo your scrubs that you have on your nurse costume and you point your swelling cock at the witch. The witch looks scared and seems to be trying to figure out if you want to be forgiven. You lunge forward and slap your throbbing cock on the witches nose and cheek. You dont like what her hands are doing so you rip off her white shirt and tie the witches arms behind her back. One of your hands behind her head and the other on your cock and push into the witches mouth. Witches mouth Does not accept your request. You slap the witches plump cheeks to remind her that you are in total control of her. You notice that her dark black lipstick is not smearing at all. \nThe witch is below you and enter her warm mouth and textured tongue. You allow her a couple courtesy thrusts before you feel the NEED to go hard into her throat. Both your hands grab the witches ponytail and fuck her face. Your cock has never felt so big and ready to throb before. You are going hard but the witch is able to take it without gagging. You pull out all the way and slower enter her mouth, the witches eyes bulge when you get closer to the base of your cock. You can feel her nose pressing into your stomach as you flex your cock down the witches throat. You release her head and let catch her breath. You give her 2 breaths before you push her mouth around your cock. \nAs you get close to your base you can see tears coming out of her eyes as the witches eyes bulge. You start to worry that the witch might passout from lack of oxygen, but just then the witch winks at you and you notice a smirk on the corner of her mouth. Your cock starts to twitch and you get scared that you are about to cum. You pull out immediately and let her catch her breath. You know what you need to do. Your wife lubes up a vibrating buttplug and dildo into the witch’s vagina and asshole. She is about to moan loudly but you shove your cock back into the witches mouth. Your wife syncs the power setting on the vibrators to the size and intensity of your erection. You slowly enter the witches mouth, your cock is so hard that it is difficult for the witch to hide her teeth. You have no restraint as you enjoy her mouth. You are going so deep that you can feel that the witch start to gag on your throbbing cock. Her gaging is constricting her throat around your cock. You can tell that she is desperate for another breath. You give her one breath and then go back to face fucking her. \nYou can tell that you are getting close to cumming and you are ready to dump all of your cum into throat. She is starting to fight you more all of a sudden. You realize that she doesnt want your wife to forgive you. You grab the witches head tighter and enjoy every last bit of her throat. You can hear the vibrators in the witch get louder as your cock enjoys her warm togue. You are watching her eyes and you realize that she is cumming right now!! You fuck her face faster and her orgasm is making her suck hard. The witches throat gags and spasms as your cock flexes and your cum erupts and dumps your ropes of built up cum. \nWife says: “Oh good job, but there more for you to do”."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You find a note under your door from the girl in the apartment next door. | [
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"content": "Just taking the first part of the prompt. \n\n—————————\n\nWe were watching jeopardy on TV. Suzy and I love to try and answer the questions before the contestants - but we suck - it is always a good for a laugh. \n\nDuring a commercial break I saw a piece of paper get pushed under the door. I just assumed it was a flyer but I got up and retrieved the piece of paper. \n\nI sat back down on the couch beside Suzy and unfolded the paper. It was a hand written note:\n\n Hi,\n\n I am in 4C - your next door neighbour. I don’t know if you are aware of it or not but our bedrooms share a wall. \n\n I can hear you having sex through the wall. It is really hot - it turns me on so much. I masturbate to the sound of your fucking all of the time. \n\n I was wondering if you would ever let me watch you two fuck?\n\n -Carrie\n\nI read the note in absolute disbelief and then handed it over to Suzy. \n\n“Wow - just - wow,” Suzy said stunned. “I don’t know where to start saying ‘no’ to that.”\n\n“It is kinda hot to know that someone is listening and that it turns them on enough to masturbate,” I said with a shrug. \n\n“It is just creepy,” Suzy said with a shutter. \n\nA few days later Suzy came up from the laundry room in the basement with an odd look on her face. \n\n“Carrie just introduced herself to me in the laundry room,” she said. \n\n“Who?”\n\n“The neighbour that wants to watch us fuck,” Suzy said with an eye roll. \n\n“And? Does she look like a total creep?”\n\n“No,” Suzy said - shocking herself. “She is kinda cute. Five ten-ish, long brown hair with highlights, fit and trim with big tits -“\n\n“Bigger than yours?” I asked before I could stop myself. \n\nSuzy shook her head at me. “I said ‘big’ not ‘huge’,” she mocked me. “She dresses sharp and seems normal enough. She apologized for the note. Said she was drunk when she wrote it.”\n\n“Do you believe her?” I asked. \n\n“I don’t know. Probably looking for a way out. How do you back peddle from a note like that under the door?” Suzy asked rhetorically. \n\nThat night we got frisky. Making out. Groping. \n\n“Mmmmmm, oh yea! You gonna fuck me with that hard cock!” Suzy said loudly. \n\nI don’t mind a little dirty talk but suzy is usually very quite and reserved. \n\n“Not until you suck on it first,” I say just as loud. I was just trying to make a point. Show her how loud and over the top she was being. \n\n“Oh, I am gonna suck that cock! I am going to suck it so good!” She pulled off my boxers so fast. “Oh, you are so hard. Oh - yea! Mmmmmm,” she sucked on the tip. “You taste so good baby, yea!”\n\nShe sucked and spit on my cock. Loudly slurping and moaning as she sucked. She sounded like a porn star with a bad script. I rolled with it - what the hell?\n\n“That’s a good girl! Yea! Suck my cock - oh yeah! Just like that you dirty slut - suck my cock!”\n\nThe more I talked, the louder and sloppier she got. She moaned and groaned as she worshipped my cock. \n\n“Oh - fuck. Yeah! Baby - I am going to cum! Oooh!”\n\n“Cum for me, Steve! Fill my filthy mouth with your cum!” She yelled before swallowing my hard cock. \n\n“Oh! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” My cock throbbed - pumping a huge load into Suzy’s mouth. “Fuck yeah! Suck it all out! Suck it!” Suzy sucked until I was a whimpering mess. \n\nShe gave my cock one last long lick. “You are going to lick my pussy - NOW!” She commanded. She crawled up my body - straddling my head with her legs - putting her shaved pussy in my face. Her hands on the head board. “Come on, Steve,” she yelled at the shared wall, “lick it! Lick my pussy!”\n\nI just chuckled to myself and started licking away. \n\n“Oooh! Yea! Yea! Right there oooh!” She moaned. She put her hands on the wall as she made her exaggerated porn star moans. “Lick me, Steve! OoooOOooh - fuck!”\n\nI gave her ass a loud slap - “you like that? Mmmmm? You like the way I lick your clit?”\n\nShe let out a litany of loud moans - grinding her pussy into my face. \n\n“Yes! Yes! I am cumming! Yes!” She screamed as she came. She rolled off of me panting. \n\nI got off of the bed - standing beside it with my hard cock quivering. \n\n“Come here, baby,” I commanded. \n\n“What are you going to do?” She purred as she stalked over to me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fall prompts or Halloween fun | [
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"content": "#As you request strangah:\n\n•As leaves turn to yellows and oranges two daydreaming strangers collide face first into one another, falling on top of one another. In such a compromising position the sparks of shock and excitement lead to the bedroom.\n\n •On Halloween a man trespasses late at night after closing hours. Here in this pumpkin patch preceding the American Revolution in its valiant age does the man encounter a literal pumpkin femboy.\n\n•Annabelle is sitting under the same orange leaved tree she has for four years, watching her crush yet too anxious to approach; But today was different as he jogged up to her suddenly, a kind curiosity clear across his features.\n\n•In the guest room at a halloween costume party two people are grinding each other. Unbeknownst to one of them the other's costume isn't a costume. Yep, genuine monster getting laid.\n\n•While stargazing during a crisp Fall night it takes you five minutes to realize that someone you've never met before is leaning into your shoulder, head resting against your own. Whoah, they're kinda cute actually...\n\n•Two best adult female friends decide to go trick or treating around town on Halloween. Upon reaching the manor at the south side of town the almost never seen owner is handing out candy, and invites the two in for a *'treat.'*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [pm] Scenarios With a 19 year old girl waking up in compromising situations | [
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"content": "#Blee Bloo Here You Go:\n\n•Tali-Delta awakes in her best friends bed, hugged at her abdomen from behind by his still sleeping form. He's never made a move on her, but the erection pressing into her back says it all. \n\n•After an uneventful shift Station Security Officer Pelka gets blackout drunk. Waking up she is startled to see two men and another women she has never met before all passed out and buck naked in her bed. There is cum everywhere. What the hell happened last night?\n\n•While mining an asteroid De'Claire hit her head on a rock. She awakes in the infirmary, wearing nothing but a hospital gown. Noticing the medical droid examining her thighs for potential internal bruising the idea of tricking the machine into some quick fun puts a degenerate smile upon her face.\n\n•Akalina was hiding in storage from the things that boarded the cruiser, until something knocker her out. She awakens in a gasp as one of those things is restraining her in a bridal carry, phallic tendrils uncoiling from its insectoid body.\n\n•Berylia woke up with a happy, elated gasp. IT WORKED! She had successfully summoned a demon in her small station apartment room! Sure it was rubbing its cock against her snatch, but hey this is what she summoned it for in the first place!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Started Prompts | [
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"content": "[WP] Great, the elevator went out, we're stuck here for a few hours.... Hmmm...\n\nThat was an hour ago as Sarah and Steven continued eyeing each other, both fidgeting. Neither knew one another, but that hardly mattered as both suddenly lurched for each other, intending to take the risk of kissing a complete stranger. Instead the two head-butted one another, collapsing to the ground. Being the college student he is Steven had a backpack, a Badgers hoodie and some blue generic jeans. The tent pitched in his pants were mirrored by the visible wetted panties of Sarah; For her lavender skirt failed to hide her groin while collapsed and groaning. She wore a matching suit jacket with a soft lime formal shirt that was no longer tucked in, poorly containing her hostile-to-fabric chest. Both took minutes to recover, but the extremely pent up lawyer startled Steven as she crawled on top of him, face close to his own. His shock didn't last as she pulled his pale hands under her shirt, then bra as fingers slid over leaky nipples. The mere touch of her boobs upon his hands had Steven harder than ever, something which Sarah happily felt, pushing her panty-covered muff into his boner more an more, exhaling hotly with closed eyes into his face.\n\n*[Continue This?]*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An alien life-form has breached the vessel; But instead of slaughtering the crew it is fucking each of you down, one by one. | [
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"content": "I found Johnson in the aft hold. He was wide eyed, muttering and naked. No signs of trauma. I got him up - and arm over my shoulder and walked him to med bay. \n\nI hooked him up to the auto-doctor and tossed a blanket over him. The screens lit up. Everything is normal - except for the brain scans - pleasure centre is lit up like a Christmas tree. \n\n“What the hell were you doing down there Johnson?” I said to myself as I looked at his scans. I decided to sedated him before his brain cooked itself. \n\n“Hey,” I said pushing on the ship wide comm button, “Johnson is hurt. Got him in med bay. Not sure how. Eyes open everyone,” I said. There are only four of us and the ship isn’t that big. What the hell could he have been doing?\n\n“Computer: run a level three contamination scan. Check for any unknown or unusual chemicals,” I command the computer. It beeped and started to process. \n\n“Jill!” The comm panel barked, “I got something weird in cargo bay one,” Wang yelled over comms. \n\n“On my way!” I yelled back. I rushed through the ship. Up and down ladders. Through pressure doors. It took me at least ten minutes to get to him. \n\nWang was conscious but incoherent,muttering and naked on the floor. \n\n“Wang! What happened‽” I asked as I shook him. \n\nHis eyes were wide and distant. “Her pussy was sweet as honey,” he whispered. \n\n“What the fuck, Wang‽ Talk to me!” I yelled. \n\n“Pussy….,” he whispered. \n\nWhat the honest to god fuck is going on?\n\n“I hit the comm panel. “Hey Schlong. Wang is down. Meet me in med bay. We have something on board that is picking us off - one by one.”\n\n“Roger!” Schlong replied. \n\nI got Wang up on his feet and got his arm over my shoulder. “Come on Wang. Let’s get you to med bay.”\n\nWe had to take the elevator. Getting through the pressure doors was tricky. It was probably twenty minutes before I got him to med bay. Schlong wasn’t there. \n\nI hooked Wang up to the auto-doctor. Same as Johnson. No obvious trauma - pleasure centre of his brain is on overdrive. I sedated him. \n\n“Schlong! Where are you?” I barked into the comm panel. Nothing. \n\n“Computer: locate Davy Schlong,” I commanded. \n\n“Lieutenant Schlong is in elevator four,” the computer responded. \n\nI ran down the hallway to the elevator. I jammed the button down way too hard. The door opened up. Schlong was down. He was staring at me wide eyed and naked as could be. \n\n“What the hell!” I swore. “Schlong! What happened here?”\n\nHe focused on me - just got a moment. “Biggest damn tits I ever saw,” he whispered, “big tits… big… tits.”\n\n“Well fuck.” I got Schlong to the med bay and hooked him up. Same as the other two. \n\n“Computer: status on that scan!”\n\n“Anomaly found. Unidentified life form on deck three,” the computer responded. \n\nI grabbed a laser rifle and headed down to deck three. Whatever this thing is that is hurting my crew - it ends now. \n\nI was clearing the deck - room by room. Bay by bay. My rifle at the ready. My heart beating furiously. \n\nI saw it. In a dark corner. Its shape was shifting. Like it was trying to find the right form. It saw me and stepped into the light. \n\nIt looked female. Like the male fantasy of the ideal female - actually. Long blonde hair with wide blue eyes. A heart shaped face with a small mouth and big red lips. Her breasts were massive - each one easily the size of my head. A tight stomach that flared into wide hips. Her sex was shaved. \n\nShe looked at me - her head tilted to the side - like she was trying to figure me out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two travelers cross paths at a forest rest stop deep in the mystic woods. Turns out they both are pent up and feeling pretty loose tonight. | [
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"content": "Felicity placed her gold coin on the counter of the apparently deserted inn.\n\n\nThe coin rolled away and seemed to vanish into the shadows, taken by the benevolent spirits that ran the place. It was hardly more than a dining room, a bath, and a common room, hardly big enough for more than a few people, but it was a welcome respite this deep in the woods. The blonde elf smiled and gave a gentle nod to the silent, intangible, and invisible innkeeper, and she immediately made her way towards the hall. \n\n\nShe stripped off her dancer's armor, casting a brief spell to send most of her possessions ahead of her, as she stepped nude into the warm bath area. Fed by natural hot springs, it was steamy and relaxing, made of dark cedar.\n\n\nThe elf stepped into the waterfall shower and washed her body, the warm water quickly removed the sweat and dirt from her pale, creamy skin. She normally wouldn't have spent quite so much time washing her large, heavy breasts, but It had been far too long since she had last had the touch of another, and she found her hands almost subconsciously groping her round, plump breasts and lingering on her nipples. Either of her tits was enough to overwhelm one of her hands, and they swayed heavily on her chest, even as full and perky as they somehow were. The warm water felt heavenly, and the elf washed her big bust, even as she imagined having a lover to trail their hands down her delicate waist and over her wide hips. She imagined someone playing with her smooth prim sex, even as her fingers started to delve into her inner folds. As the water flowed down her long, shapely legs, she teased and toyed with herself, eventually bringing herself to a gentle climax. She still felt she wanted more, but this would have to do. She started to dry herself off with her magic, and she stepped into the small common room.\n\n\nThere, her possessions were waiting for her, and she magically conjured a large bed. The room was set up to allow people to put out their bed rolls, but she was glad to have learned a minor yet elaborate spell that allowed her to enjoy a bit more comfort. Taking a moment to comb her long, blonde hair, she summoned an orb of warm red light into her hand. It was a small yet powerful divination spell which let her read distant books as though by candlelight. She paged through a few bits of arcane lore, and then a few bits of the rowdy tales of thievery that have inspired her to become a spell thief, but she found herself drifting towards tails of lust and love, her libido not nearly quelled by her fingers in the bath. She could feel the pearl of her womanhood growing stiff again, and her small, pale nipples were stiffly brushing against the sheets, as the busty elf lay there nude. She decided to try to sleep, her reading having lulled her quite a bit.\n\n\nBut then she heard the smooth flow of the bath's waterfall shower again. There were the distinct sounds of someone bathing. Whoever they were, they seemed to be taking their time. If they were this deep in the mystic woods, they were probably as weary as she was. In the darkness of the room, there was only the sound by which to let Felicity track their presence. She was still awake when she heard them finish washing up.\n\n\nA burly orc stepped into the room, one hand carrying a large pack with a sword and shield strapped to it, and the other hand roughly drying his face and body with a towel. He didn't notice Felicity at first, but she noticed him. His green body was bulky and muscular, a bit hairy, but not that much considering he was an orc. His cock was just fully exposed, however. He obviously didn't expect there to be anyone else at this rest stop. And usually, there wouldn't have been. Now though, there was a pretty blonde elf staring wide-eyed at his half-hard and huge orc dick.\n\n\nHe brought the towel down from his face, just in time to notice Felicity staring at his crotch, her big, Sapphire blue eyes seeming to glow a bit in the darkness of the room.\n\n\nThe orc suddenly stopped. \"Ah!\" He started to cover himself with his towel. \"I didn't know anyone was here...\" He said, his voice a sort of horse whispery grumble. He sounded surprisingly gentle. It was only then that Felicity looked him in the face.\n\n\nHe was handsome, in a rough sort of way. She could feel that she was blushing. \"Sorry. Maybe I should have said something while you were showering...\" She watched his gaze, He saw him trail his eyes over her naked body, as she lay on top of her sheets. She actually laughed. \"I guess we both expected to be alone in here,\" She said, gesturing down her body with her own eyes. She shrugged. I guess we've seen each other pretty well.\n\n\nThe orc shrugged, taking a moment to drink in the sight of the elf, smiling when she didn't seem to mind. \"You are very beautiful,\" He said. \"I don't mind at all, if you would like to remain nude.\" Even gestured over his own body, taking the towel away from his cock again. \"I only hope that the sight of me has not offended you in some way.\" His tongue was polite and articulate, and Felicity didn't miss the subtle hint of self-deprecating mirth in his inflection.\n\n\nShe smiled. \"To be perfectly honest, I don't mind at all. In fact, I think I might have enjoyed what I've seen.\" \n\n\nBoth the orc and the elf could see quite well in the dark, and they took a long moment to gaze at each other's bodies, before the orc finally spoke again. \"I am Osmond. It is not my original name, but it is the name that most know me by. I believe, by now, it is the name that I prefer.\"\n\n\n\"Felicity,\" Felicity said, batting her eyelashes and giving him a slight upward nod.\n\n\n\"It is a pleasure to meet you, Felicity, especially so... Candidly,\" He said.\n\n\nFelicity let her eyes play down to his lower region again. He was now fully erect. \"I can tell it's a pleasure,\" She said, not realizing that she was biting her lip.\n\n\nOsmond gestured toward himself with his palms. \"It cannot be helped,\" He said, his voice still somewhat of a horse whisper even at his conversational tone. \"I hope you can take it as a compliment.\"\n\n\nFelicity smiled more broadly, blushing, as she tried to suppress a giggle. \"I'm quite flattered!\" She reassured, bringing a hand to her chest. The motion sent her melon-like breasts bouncing against each other, a sight that was not missed by her new orcish acquaintance.\n\n\nOsmond blushed slightly at the jiggling of the elf's breasts, his cheeks briefly turning a deeper shade of green. He could feel his cock get a little bit harder. \"Well, I am glad,\" He said. He started to reach towards his pack, where his bedroll was tied, but then he looked back towards Felicity. \"Can you conjure me a bed?\" He asked, with a raised eyebrow."
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"content": "#Theme Thursday Idea Bonanza:\n\n•**Awkward Interactions**\n\n•*Strangers in Compromising Positions*\n\n•Cuddling\n\n•**Frigid Environment**\n\n•*Waterfalls*\n\n•Unexpected _____\n\n•**Fumbling**\n\n•*Task Failed Successfully*\n\n•Unconventional\n\n•**Accidental Nudity**\n\n•*Bicurious*\n\n•Unlikely Lovers\n\n•**Inhuman**\n\n•*Eldritch*\n\n•Tall\n\n•**Alternate History?**\n\n•*Apocalyptic*\n\n•Touch, or one of the other five senses?\n\n•Sex and Food?\n\nThis is quite a bit nor do I expect any of it to be used; But if it does I will be honored to have contributed. I'm on my 15 minute break and wanted to grind out some ideas here as some practice."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she found out how much her friend was spending on strippers and escorts, she joked that she could give him a better experience for that much money. This worked out better than either of them could have hoped... | [
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"content": "“Wait - what‽ you spent how much on strippers this week?” She asked. \n\n“Look it isn’t a big deal. I am lonely and they are just doing their jobs. It all works out,” I said defensively. \n\n“How much?” She demanded. Her hands on her leather clad hips. A bare midriff had a hint of sweat from the exertion of the lap dance. Heavy full breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. \n\nI rolled my eyes. “Like twelve hundred a week.”\n\nShe sat down on the bench beside me with a look of incredulity on her face. \n\n“You spend twelve hundred a week on girls?” She asked. \n\n“No. On strippers. Probably another fifteen hundred on escorts,” I said slightly ashamed. “Could we get back to my lap dance?”\n\n“Tell you what - for the bargain price of two grand a week - I will be your full time girlfriend,” she said as she straddled me. She pulled down her stretchy top and pushed her amazing, perky tits into my face as she ground her pussy on my crotch. \n\n“Hold on,” I said from between her breasts. “What all is included in this full time girl friend thing?” I asked. \n\n“For two grand - anything you want,” she said in a sultry tone. \n\n“Anything?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. \n\n“Anything,” she whispered as she pushed her hard nipple into my mouth. \n\n—————————\n\nHer tight ass jiggled as I thrust into her wet pussy with all of my might. She let out a moan that was all most a scream. Bent over the living room ottoman with her ass high in the air I grabbed on to her hips and thrust my hard cock into her over and over again. \n\nI could see the reflection of her amazing tits jiggling in the black screen of the TV. She grabbed a nipple and pulled it into her mouth as she moaned. \n\n“Yes!” She screamed, “yes! Yes! Oh fuck!” She screamed. I could feel her pussy clenching on my hard cock as she came. I pushed in deep - and then left a trail of kisses down the small of her back as I slowly pulled out. She let out a little disappointed moan as my cock finally pulled free of her dripping pussy. \n\nShe rolled off of the ottoman - her tits heaving as she panted. \n\n“No more. I can’t take anymore,” she said breathlessly. \n\nI stood up. My hard cock quivering. She looked up from the floor with puppy dog eyes and got onto her knees. She beckoned me closer it a finger and a naughty smile. \n\nI took a step closer. \n\nShe took my hard, dripping cock in hand - pushing it up to my stomach - playing with the tip with her gentle finger tips. She took my balls in her mouth. \n\nI let out a deep moan as her tongue played with each nut. \n\n“That’s a good girl,” I whispered as she sucked on a ball - pulling on it with her lips until it popped out of her mouth. \n\nShe slowly licked her way up my shaft - kissing - licking - sucking the entire length of me until she got to the tip. She flicked her tongue around the tip. Sucking it in and out of her mouth - moaning softly to herself as she sucked her juices from my cock. \n\nShe wrapped her boobs around my cock and started to jerk me off with her tits. I put my hands on her shoulders and thrust my cock between her boobs. She looked me in the eyes as I thrust - begging for me to cum for her. I just shook my head. \n\nShe gave me a knowing smile. \n\nShe stroked my shaft as she sucked my cock. Taking more and more of me into her mouth. She was sloppy and loud - slurping on my dick like it was a tasty treat she couldn’t get enough off. \n\n“You going to cum on my tits? Mmmmmm. Or do you want to cum in my mouth? What do you want baby,” she asked as she stroked my hard cock. \n\nI was panting. Oh, so close - and she knew it. She could play me like a fiddle. I moaned. She changed her grip until she was touching me with just the pads of her fingers - keeping me in the edge. \n\n“Not until you tell me where,” she teased. \n\nI whimpered. \n\n“Mouth! I want to cum in your mouth!” I was so close. \n\nShe took me into her mouth with a ferocious enthusiasm. Licking and sucking. Pulling me in until I hit the back of her throat. \n\n“Oh fuck!” I yelled as I put my hands on her head. “That’s it baby! Just like that. I - I - oooooh!” I exploded in her mouth. My cock throbbed over and over again. Filling her mouth until it overflowed and dripped into her cleavage. \n\nShe swallowed what she could and continued to polish my knob until I couldn’t take it any longer. I stepped back just out of reach. \n\nWe collapsed on to the living room floor. I pulled the throw pillows and blanket off of the couch. We cuddled upon the middle of the floor. \n\nShe turned to me - putting her head on my shoulder and her leg over mine. I could feel the soft curves of her body moulding to me. \n\nIt had been six months since I took her up on her offer to be a full time girlfriend. She quit at the strip club. Started university full time. Moved into my place and turned my empty studio apartment into a home. \n\nI brushed the hair back from her face as delicately as I could - tucking the wild strands behind her ear. I could get lost in her eyes - those deep brown eyes. They could say anything from ‘I am in trouble’ to ‘come fuck me now’. Her face relaxed and her breathing became soft and steady. \n\nI kept playing with her hair - it relaxed both of us. Not that we needed it right now - we were both basically jello. I gave her forehead a little kiss and basked in the feeling of her body wrapped into mine. \n\n“Love you,” she murmured as she drifted off to sleep. She let out little content snores as she slept on me. I smiled from ear to ear - more content than I have ever been."
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"content": "“Suzy!” I hollered and waved from my booth at the pub. \n\nSuzy and Jill waved back from the door. They stopped at the pub and ordered a drink. \n\nWhen they got to the semi- circle booth I was in they each got in from different sides - sandwiching me between them. \n\nSuzy and Jill are such a cute couple. They have been together for years. Not as long as Suzy and I have been friends but close. I met Suzy at the gym a million years ago. I had such a crush on her - it was embarrassing. It was tough to not be attracted to her - so fit and toned with long blonde hair and an easy smile. She is a bubbly, giggly just fun to be around kind of person. \n\nJill isn’t as into the gym as Suzy. She is a bit softer and curvier. If I didn’t know she was a lesbian I would totally be hitting on her too. She was wearing a low cyst shirt that was showing off a prodigious amount of cleavage every time she leaned in to chat with Suzy. She was just as bubbly and fun as Suzy. A great match. \n\n“You blew me off last night. What happened?” I asked Suzy after we had about half of our drink. \n\nSuzy and Jill both giggled. \n\n“Well,” Suzy said, blushing furiously, “I was talking to you on the phone and Jill - Jill was being naughty,” Suzy said with a giggle. \n\n“Oh,” I said innocently. \n\n“I was just sitting on the couch, chatting with you and she came and pulled off my panties,” Suzy giggled. \n\n“Not like you complained,” Jill injected. \n\n“Then she started to lick my pussy while we were talking,” I started to blush - Suzy and Jill were always so open about their sex life. While I was happy for them it always reminded me just how alone I was. “Can you believe it? Such a naughty girl,” Suzy said with a smile. \n\nThey leaned in front of me, kissing passionately. They each had a hand on my thigh for balance as they kissed. I could see their tongues exploring each other’s mouths - just a few inches in front of me. \n\n“Mmmmmmm,” Suzy moaned as she finished the kiss with a quick peck. Both of them leaned back into their seats - both I noticed their hands stayed on my thighs. \n\n“Any ways - I didn’t want to hang up on you - but I was betting you didn’t want to hear me cum. Then after I came, I got - distracted -,” Suzy and Jill giggled, “and didn’t have a chance to call you back.”\n\n“Oh, it’s fine,” I said with a little sigh. \n\nJill and Suzy were staring longingly into each other’s eyes. \n\n“Did you notice Suzy’s limp?” Jill asked with a wicked smile. \n\n“I did. Did you hurt yourself at the gym?” I asked. \n\nJill’s hand seemed to be creeping up my thigh. She must be distracted. \n\nSuzy was smiling and shaking her head. “No. And don’t you tell him!” She commanded Jill. \n\n“Why not? You told him I licked your pussy. What difference does it make if I tell him this?” Jill teased. \n\nSuzy rolled her eyes dramatically and had a sip of her drink. \n\n“I bought a strap on,” Jill giggled. “After I licked her pussy I fucked her silly on the couch,” she said with a dreamy smile. \n\n“And on the living room floor,” Suzy interjected. \n\n“And on the kitchen counter,” Jill said with a smile. \n\n“In the shower,” Suzy added. \n\n“Then I used a dildo on her butt as I fucked her doggy on the bed - she had a full body shaking orgasm for that one,” Jill added proudly. “I fucked her until she couldn’t walk properly any more.”\n\nI was getting uncomfortable. I really shouldn’t know these details. \n\nThey leaned over me again - kissing. Jill’s hand had worked it’s way up my thigh and was resting on my crotch. As much as I shouldn’t want to hear about their sexy life it was hot as hell. I am not too proud to say I was sporting a hard on. Hill was kneading my cock through my pants as she and Suzy made out. \n\nSuzy’s hand was moving up my thigh as well. She was rubbing my balls as Jill massaged my cock through my pants. Suzy kissed down the side of Jill’s neck - Jill turned to me to give Suzy better access to her neck. \n\nI could feel her breath on my face. I could see down her shirt - her lacy red bra was barely containing her big breasts. \n\nJill leaned into me and kissed me - I pulled back in shock. \n\nSuzy and Jill stopped kissing - looking at me in concern. \n\n“You ok?” Suzy asked after a quick beat. \n\n“Yeah. It’s just that Jill accidentally kissed me,” I stammered. \n\nJill and Suzy exchanged looks and then Jill leaned in - squishing her breasts into my chest - and kissed me again - grabbing my cock through my pants as she did so. \n\n“Wasn’t and accident,” Jill said breathlessly after a long passionate kiss. \n\nSuzy leaned in and kissed Jill then kissed me. “Neither was that,” she said with a smile. \n\n“We have been hinting at this for months, but you haven’t seemed interested,” Suzy said with a little pout. She grabbed my hard cock through my pants. “But you seem interested when we talk about sex.”\n\nI let out a little moan and nodded my head. \n\n“We have been talking about needing some cock in our relationship,” Suzy explain. \n\n“Would you like to be the cock in our relationship?” Jill whispered in my ear. “We will need lots and lots of hard cock. Well - Suzy might need a break, at least until she can walk properly - but I need lots and lots of cock.”\n\n“Well? You want to stay here and have another drink, or come to our place and - whatever?” Suzy asked with a smile. \n\nWell, how could I say no to an invitation like that?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tied up and stripped at the university party! | [
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"content": "CW: CNC, non-con, humiliation, body betrayal, drugging\n\nLuther should have known better. Sure, he'd helped Hannah with the homework for their shared chemistry lab assignments, but she was more of an acquaintance than a friend. A rising star of of the cheerleader squad and the hottest girl in the freshman class didn't make friends with guys like him. It just didn't happen.\n\nStill, all too eager to meet some people, he'd showed up to the address at Hannah's house party invitation. He saw it was a frat, clearly not Hannah's place, and knocked on the door anyways. He heard the loud music, saw the large crowd, recognized that this was obviously not the \"chill house party\" she'd told him to expect, and awkwardly took a glass of jungle juice, still hoping to find the girl and ask for an explanation.\n\nIn a final, supremely stupid move, he drank the jungle juice, despite not seeing it poured, and thus not seeing it get laced. He passed out on a couch within minutes.\n\nHindsight's 20/20 of course. Still, as he awoke, tied to a wooden support beam in the basement, blindfolded, deafened by the beat of blaring dance music, and stripped naked, he wished his foresight had been a little better.\n\n\"Hey, look, the nerd's awake!\" some unseen jock nearby shouted, prompting jeers and hollers from the crowd.\n\nLuther's heart sank as the jock spoke again, this time quieter.\n\n\"Whatever you do, don't fucking start sobbing. You'll ruin the pictures,\"\n\nTurning his head in shock, the skinny college freshman heard the \"snap\" of a camera, and saw a fraction of the light from its flash penetrate his blindfold. They must have been waiting to capture his reaction, and sure enough, he'd fallen for it again, drawing mocking laughter from the crowd.\n\nLuther's cheeks flushed with raw shame as photo-takers started lining up, posing with his helpless figure, writing the Greek letters of the frat on his body, capturing picture after humiliating picture with the gullible nerd.\n\nOne woman, with the most generic valley girl voice Luther had ever heard, scoffed at his dick when she approached for a photo.\n\n\"Oh my god I'm NOT taking a picture with that thing,\" she said, disgusted. \"You'd better be a grower, nerd.\"\n\n30 seconds of tugging later, his member stood at full attention. Luther felt a tongue teasing his tip as the camera flashed several more times.\n\nThe crowd went wild as Luther uselessly tried to thrust his hips for more.\n\nThe jock's voice returned, chuckling.\n\n\"Alright, everyone, new rule. If you want a photo with the nerd, his dick better be hard before I take the shot!\"\n\nThe valley girl between his legs cackled, taking one last, long lift up his shaft before standing up.\n\n\"I hope you like getting edged, dork. The line for the photo booth just, like, tripled.\"\n\nLuther shuddered. He could already feel his pulse in his cock. It was going to be a long night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It Just Got Real | [
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"content": "Laura contentedly rubbed her enormous belly, humming with pleasure, as she felt the alien spawn growing strong within her.\n\nOnly 3 weeks ago, she had been a slim and petite girl, but, after a night spent writhing in the embrace of the creature's tentacles, being pumped full of its potent alien cum, feeling her belly swell with its seed, she had been completely transformed.\n\nThe first thing that she noticed was her appetite. The very next day she was ravenous! Laura couldn't stop eating, and she furiously tore through all of the food in her house like an animal. Her belly was stretched tight with the massive amounts of calories she'd force fed herself, and she groaned she leaned back on her couch, gently rubbing her tightly packed belly. Even as she was too stuffed to be able to move, she was already fantasizing about her next meal, and she found her fingers moving towards her phone to order more groceries and take out.\n\nHer body went to work almost immediately converting those calories into fat. Laura 8 and 8, and over the course of the first week, she transformed from a slim little slip of a girl into a plunk and curvaceous milf. Her thighs thickened and grew more shapely. Her butt swelled out behind her like a pair of globes, and her tummy developed a thin layer of pudge, even as her pregnancy started to show. Laura was thrilled with the changes in her body, and she was especially thrilled with her breasts!\n\nLaura's tiny breasts ballooned! They went from almost nothing to being handfuls by the end of the first day, and by the next day they were overflowing handfuls. Her breasts got fatter and fatter, picking up weight faster than any other part of her body, and she smiled as she massaged and boiled her rapidly expanding breasts. Her breasts were practically the size of watermelons, though they were far around her, and their heavy, jiggly flash would overflow her arms easily. She could hardly imagine what bra size she wore now, but she was sure that any garment which could contain her massive milkers would be well toward the end of the alphabet, and they were milky indeed!\n\nLaura had begun producing Rich and creamy milk almost immediately, and her production grew right alongside the size of her massive bust. She'd been forced to order industrial strength milk pumps just to relieve the pressure that would grow in her breasts as her tits filled up like twin milk tanks, and now she was producing over 2 gallons per session, the whole gallon per breast three or four times a day! Her giant blimp tits arrested top that you swell of her belly.\n\nHer ravenous appetite had not only fueled her weight gain, but also the growth of the alien children within her. She could sense that whenever they were, they were daughters, and they were psychic, and they were growing big and strong! Her belly had slowly started to swell as soon as the creature had pumped its seed into her, and Pace had only increased, as her pregnancy progressed. In only 3 weeks, she looked like she was eight or even 9 months pregnant. She waddled about whatever she tried to move, maneuvering her massive belly as though she were steering a ship. When she sat down, she practically felt pinned in place by her beach ball like stomach, and it was all that she could do to rub and caress or tender skin, feeling stretch marks underneath her fingers, as she did. Something about it all turned her on. It turned her on even more deeply than the idea had before she'd been knocked up by an alien. Her libido had perhaps then affected the most out of anything else. She was constantly horny, and she always had one of her vibrators charging, as another would be in constant use. Sometimes, she would return to the door, where she could summon her lover to have its way with her again.\n\nThe alien mass of tentacles would emerge through the portal and lift her effortlessly, wrapping her limbs and groping her heavily pregnant body all over, milking her udders , touching her all over before sliding a thick tentacle into her pussy and pumping her full of seed all over again. It was heaven!\n\nHe knew that within a couple weeks she'd be too pregnant to move. The idea of being stranded at atop her belly actually excited her. She knew that she'd be giving birth soon as well, and some part of her mind knew she'd be screaming not in pain, but in ecstasy, as she gave birth to her daughters. The very thought made her wetter than she could stand. She was glad she had her vibrator freshly charged!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A dorky guy goes to his local Comic Con and attracts the attention of a girl cosplaying his favorite character of all time. She invites him up to her room, but not before he notices that her costume is really, really good...like a little too good. Wait, it couldn't *actually* be her, right?! | [
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"content": "Leon had done it. He had finally crossed the doorway and entered the convention center. It had taken hours of waiting on line, but he had done it. He had finally gained entry to the local Comicon. Something he had never thought he'd do. \n\nHe would have stood there, savoring the sights, but the crowds kept forcing him to move. That was fine. There was so much to see, and so little time to see it in. And, more importantly, so much stuff to get! \n\nLeon was a whirlwind as he moved through the packed halls. For once, he small stature was a boon, since he was able to squeeze through small gaps in the crowd. It allowed him to get closer to the booths (and the booth babes) than he otherwise would have. He went through, seeing the artists, the cosplayers, and even a few exhibits of upcoming titles. It was amazing. Sure his backpack was getting heavy, but his pure fandom drove him forward. \n\nHe only paused when he got to the Mighty Woman booth. She was a fairly obscure character, since her comic was not published by any of the big name companies. But he thought she was perfect. Her stories were riveting, the characters were deep, and the art was top notch. \n\nHis eyes scanned the offerings at the booth. He already had most of the comics that were being offered, but he saw a few that he did not yet have. He scooped those up as quickly as he could. It was a shame there were no cosplayers of any of the characters, but that was to be expected. \n\nComics secured in his pack, he looked over the other wares, ignoring the way the straps now dug into his shoulders. There were a few shirts, some decals and...his eyes widened. A figurine. An actual figurine of the titular character. He did not know any of those existed. His heart beat as he critically eyed the plastic model. It was good. Very good. It was of Mighty Woman's original costume, which was fairly rare, considering it had changed a few times over the run. But it was a true classic. \n\nBefore he could buy it though, he felt something. Or rather, finally became aware of it. His legs were shaking slightly, and his shoulders felt like they were about to fall off. He could no longer support the weight of his loot filled backpack. It was a nightmare made flesh. How could he have been so stupid? \n\nRight before he finally collapsed though, someone spoke to him. A woman spoke to him.\n\n\"Hey, need some help?\"\n\nHe turned to look at the speaker and beheld the single greatest thing he had ever seen. A Mighty Woman cosplayer. She was tall, with his eyes barely reaching her shoulders. Her costume was the most modern version of the character. A blue and silver one piece similar to a leotard, save for the shorts that ended mid thigh, and sleeves that came to her elbows. A half cape hung down to the middle of her back, and the character's logo, a stylized M, was emblazoned on the front. Even her blue boots, gloves and mask were all accurate.\n\nAnd she wore the costume perfectly. Her generous curves, ample breasts, and gorgeous face were all a near perfect match for the character. She had even tied her long, blonde hair back in the right way. \n\n\"Uh, I...yes.\" Leon said. He knew he was not a strong man, and he had no shame in turning down some help.\n\nShe smiled brightly, and for a moment, it seemed like a comic book character made flesh. She took the heavy pack and let Leon shrug out of it. She handled the weight surprisingly easily for such a slender woman. She looped it around her back and let it settle in.\n\n\"Thanks.\" Leon said. \"I, uh, I'm Leon. It's nice to meet you.\"\n\n\"Likewise.\" The cosplayer said. \"I'm Tracy.\"\n\n\"Uh, a bit spot on, huh?\" Leon said. Considering Mighty Woman's secret identity was also Tracy, it really felt like she was born for that costume.\n\n\"You might say that. So, you're a fan?\"\n\n\"Uh, yeah.\" He could feel his cheeks warming up slightly. \"I know it's not a super popular comic, but it's one of my favorites.\"\n\n\"Good to know.\" Her full red lips formed a flawless smile that made his heart beat like a drum. \"So, are you only here for this booth, or are you going around, seeing the sights?\"\n\n\"Well, I was. But now I think I'm going to have to head back to my hotel. I can't do much if my bag is too heavy, you know?\"\n\nTracy let out a sharp chuckle. \"I guess that would be a problem, wouldn't it? You know, if you want, I can help you out with that. I'm also going around, seeing the sights. But I don't have a bag to put anything in. How about I carry this and we'll go together?\"\n\n\"R-really?\" Leon asked, wide eyed. Why was such a babe offering to be seen with him? He briefly considered asking why, but he was smart enough not to turn down such an amazing opportunity.\n\n\"Of course. I don't mind at all, and it'll be nice to have someone to talk to.\"\n\n\"O-okay. Yeah, that sounds great.\" His voice had risen half an octave when he spoke. \n\nTracy held out her arm, letting Leon loop his through, and the two headed off. It was even better than he thought. Being near what was easily the hottest woman in the con was intoxicating. And conversation came easily. She did have some odd questions about well known characters, but he did not mind answering them. \n\nThe two spent nearly the full day together, but it was finally time to go.\n\n\"Hey, Leon, how about we head back to my room? We can split your stuff from mine there.\"\n\nShe had only gotten a few small things. Not enough to bother having both of them go to the same place. Was she making an offer to do more than carry the bag? Such a thing was nearly unthinkable. But dare he risk turning her down? This could be a golden opportunity for him.\n\n\"Uh, sure. That sounds like a plan.\" He said.\n\nOnce again, her smile was right out of the comics. It was a smile that had set his heart ablaze time and time again. And that was only when it was ink on a page. \n\nLeon nearly stumbled as they headed for the door. His mind has caught up to him. Her smile. It really was like the character's. Exactly like it. In fact, everything about Tracy was an exact, 100% match for the comic book Mighty Woman. And there was the pack. It had to weight 50 pounds or more, and it was not even slowing her down. Sure it was hardly an impossible weight, but for a woman as slender as her? \n\nIt was an insane thing to even consider. She was just a very dedicated fan. A fan with a body straight out of fiction, but a fan nonetheless. There was no way it was possible, right?\n\nBut the seed was planted. The idea was there. And he could not get rid of it. He tried to maintain decent conversation on the bus ride to the hotel, but it was increasingly hard to think about anything else.\n\nOnce they were in the hotel, he found that he had to ask. \"Hey, Tracy, mind if I ask you a question?\"\n\n\"Shoot.\"\n\n\"Your last name wouldn't happen to be Tann, would it?\"\n\nShe froze in the middle of the lobby. She slowly turned to look at him. \n\n\"Let's finish this conversation in my room, shall we?\""
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"content": "\"The brain tumor is spreading,\" Aurora explained. \"And the brain surgery will be risky. It might put me into a coma and...\" Her voice choked slightly, but she pressed on. \"And I might never recover.\"\n\nHer husband Phillip squeezed her hand comfortingly. \"We don't know that. It's more likely the surgery will be a success.\"\n\nAurora nodded. \"But just in case it isn't... I want to make some legal arrangements. Which is why I've called both our lawyers here.\" She gave the lawyers a weak smile across the table.\n\n\"So what do you have in mind, sweetie?\" asked Phillip, who was also hearing this for the first time.\n\n\"Well... I've been thinking. I'm only 34. It's a shame that my brain is decaying so fast when the rest of my body is in such good condition.\" She tossed her long wavy hair and gestured at her curvy body. \"I'm still so fit and healthy. I never got to have a child. And... I promised to be there for my husband, in sickness and in health, remember?\"\n\nThe others stared at her in confusion, wondering if the brain tumour was making her think irrational thoughts.\n\nAurora reached into her handbag, pulled out a typed draft, and began to read in her posh accent:\n\n\"*As I write this, I am still of sound mind, as witnessed by my lawyer. If and when I am in a coma, I hereby consent for my husband to make conjugal visits in which he may use my unconscious body for his pleasure. This includes:*\n\n*a) Kissing my mouth;*\n\n*b) Sucking on my breasts;*\n\n*c) Licking my clitoris, labia, and thighs;*\n\n*d) Groping any part of my body, including my breasts, buttocks, thighs, clitoris, and labia;*\n\n*e) Rubbing his penis on any part of my body, including my face, feet, breasts, buttocks, thighs, clitoris, and labia;*\n\n*f) Wrapping my hand around his penis to gently stroke himself;*\n\n*g) Thrusting his penis between my breasts;*\n\n*h) Thrusting his penis into my mouth;*\n\n*i) Rolling my body over to access my buttocks and anus;*\n\n*j) Thrusting his penis into my anus;*\n\n*k) Fingering my vagina;*\n\n*l) Thrusting his penis into my vagina;*\n\n*m) Ejaculating wherever he wants, including inside my vagina;*\n\n*n) Impregnating my womb;*\n\n*and o) Any other sexual activity that is reasonably unlikely to cause injury.*\"\n\nBy the time she finished reading, there was not a soft cock or dry pussy in the room, but they all tried to act professional.\n\n\"Honey... you don't have to do this for me,\" said Phillip.\n\n\"I want to.\" Aurora reached under the table and ran her hand up his thigh, feeling around and confirming he had a massive tent in his pants. \"I know you want it too,\" she smiled at him.\n\nThe lawyers surveyed their own copies of the document. The husband's lawyer, Mr Chapman, cleared his throat.\n\n\"Well, it's certainly an unorthodox proposal. This kind of document is controversial and so cannot be relied on to prevent legal action against Phillip. If this goes badly, it may be left to a court to whether your consent was ever valid. For example, do you have any rival lovers or other family members who might try to challenge this?\"\n\n\"Your dad,\" Phillip pointed out. \"What is he going to think of this?\"\n\n\"I'm 34 now, surely my dad is over his protective stage,\" said Aurora, though she didn't sound sure.\n\n\"This document also may not protect Aurora from injury,\" said Ms Wilson. \"What is likely to cause injury is not straightforward. If you are in a coma, I imagine your body will be connected to some sort of life support - at least a drip feed into your arm, perhaps even an oxygen mask over your face and a ventilator to pump air through your lungs. Not to mention catheters in your anus and your urethra, and who knows what else. What if these... activities... dislodge your life support system?\"\n\nAurora shrugged. \"My doctor thinks I'll still be able to breathe. And my husband can temporarily remove the catheters whenever he's in the mood. So he just has to not jiggle my body so much that it rips out the drip feed, right?\"\n\n\"Oh my God.\" Phillip looked down at the table, his bulge deflating fast. \"I'd never be able to live with myself if I get too horny and fuck you so hard it kills you. I'd plead guilty and do my time in jail.\"\n\n\"I wouldn't want you to blame yourself if that happens,\" said Aurora. \"I'd already be practically dead anyway. My only reason for staying on the life support system is to continue my wifely duties for you. Besides, I bet if the feed comes out, you can quickly reattach it and no harm done.\"\n\nMr Chapman frowned. \"I think there should be at least one doctor or nurse present to witness exactly what happens and deal with any medical emergencies.\"\n\n\"I agree,\" said Ms Wilson. \"And that supervisor should be a woman - less likely to take advantage of another woman.\"\n\n\"I don't know about that,\" said Aurora. \"I want my husband to be able to take me whenever he wants and without shame. It won't be the same with some prudish lady watching all the time... though I guess being watched is kinky too,\" she conceded.\n\nThe lawyers wrote up a new version of the contract. It clarified that Phillip must be watched by a medically trained woman and take reasonable precautions to avoid dislodging any life support system. All the thrusting became \"gentle thrusting\", and various other actions had to be done \"carefully\".\n\nAurora looked at the new contract and sighed. \"It was so much simpler in *Sleeping Beauty*. I wish my husband could just let go and use me however he needs without worrying about all this legal stuff. That would be so much more pleasurable for him.\"\n\n\"Sweetie, it's not just legal stuff, it's about keeping you alive,\" said Phillip. \"I mean, you never know, someday you might wake up again. If you go into a coma at all.\"\n\nThey passed the contract around so they could all sign it.\n\n\"And while we're here, Aurora, do you want to make any financial arrangements?\" asked Ms Wilson.\n\n\"Oh! I totally forgot about money!\" said Aurora. \"Um, my money goes to my husband and, uh, to any children I birth in my sleep.\"\n\nMs Wilson muttered to herself: \"I'm not sure I can honestly witness that you're of sound mind...\" But she went ahead and signed.\n\n*(To be continued.)*"
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"content": "After an entire fiasco of a prank by his peers, John had been enrolled into Ms. Elizabeth’s school for the busty. It mainly was due to the school having not labeled themselves as an all-girls school, eligible to accepting male students. And due to the policy of the school, students aren’t allowed to withdraw until either they graduate or Ms. Elizabeth kicks them out.\n\nAnd thus, starts my hellish life. As I walk up to the school gates, already having my paperwork and ID prepared to show the teacher that stood on watch.\n\nTeacher: “Hmm…well, at least you’re wearing the uniform and don’t seem to be breaking any dress codes. Go on…”\n\nAs she gives me my paper and ID back, I could feel a lingering stare on me.\n\n However I just moved on, going to first period. Literature. Simple. Was what I had thought. However it was erotic literature. Deciphering how different actions made by the characters portrayed different meanings. All the while the chairs vibrated and the air smelled of pheromones…\n\nThis was going to be a long day…let alone a school year…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A group of friends play spin the remote. The remote being an alien device that can swap genders, swap bodies, change your body and other fun stuff | [
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"content": "“Fine…” I reluctantly agreed. Although I hadn’t like the idea of a small sleepover, I guess there’ll be food and drinks. “But the moment it gets boring, I’m outtie.”\n\nJohn: “Yeah, yeah, ya dork. At least you won’t be huddled up in your room arguing with toddlers on a game.”\n\nNoah: “At least I don’t argue about how my fantasy sports team would dominate another’s fantasy sports team.”\n\nGrace: “He got you there. At least one argument is to educate an idiot, while the other is two idiots arguing to each other. But, see you there Noah! And the others that’ll show will be there too!”\n\nNoah: “Yeah, yeah. Make sure to be responsible and not pregame yourself wasted.”\n\n———\n\nAfter a few drinks, we decided on a game of D&D. It’ll be fun for the newbs to learn while the vets guide them. Although, we couldn’t bring out the dies when a sudden this shook the room. It sounded as though it came from the backyard.\n\nNoah: “So…who’s gonna be-“\n\nSasha: “Let’s go check it out!”\n\nEveryone else: “Nope.”\n\nDiane: “You can star your own horror show, just don’t drag us into it.”\n\nSasha: “Fine. If you aren’t going, I will!”\n\nNoah: “Yup. See if you can determine what genre of alien it is. And tell the answer to us when you do!”\n\n———\n\nAfter Sasha returned, she was holding a remote shaped device. It has two bottoms of differing colors. One that’s pink, the other blue.\n\nNoah: “Who wanna be today’s subject?”\n\nMary: “Why ask for a subject when you can be the subject?”\n\nMary takes the device from Sasha’s hands, points it towards me, and presses the pink button. And in a pink flash…\n\n“Really?” I gave Mary a judgmental stare, as my body has changed. My baggy clothes obscuring my body, but my hair that had been almost shoulder length had grown to fall down beyond my nipples. And my voice had been slightly higher pitched, but falls into more of a sultry zone.\n\nDiane: “Oh, my god.” \n\nSeemingly understanding what happened, had taken the slack of my shirt and bunched it behind me. Revealing my body shape. One of D cup breasts and a slightly thin waist. Gathering obvious envy from the other girls and “God, Daymn!” From the boys.\n\nOf course, the boys with girlfriends had been hit, having reacted to my change. The smart ones were the ones that had kept it to themselves.\n\nDiane: “Hey, Noah, wait, no. Noelle! Can I date you?”\n\nNo(elle/ah): “Really? All it takes is a gender swap and your gay ass wants to date me?”\n\nDiane: “Well…I did like your personality, but not so much as a guy. But now…”\n\nNoelle: “Sure. Why not? Maybe we’ll be able to cycle between stuff we like. Also, we will be confiscating that!”\n\nI hastily snatched the device from Mary’s hands as Diane pulls me into her bedroom."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your HS crush has just messaged you, congratulating you for getting your degree in engineering and asks for a favor. She wants you build her fuck machine for her Only Fans | [
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"content": "It didn't look like a den of depravity. He'd looked over her profile countless times since he'd gotten the message. \"Celeste's Den of Depravity\" she described her profile, her brand. He knew her as Jennifer Waters, Softball player and surprisingly popular with most of their graduating class. He'd first met her in his physics class. She struggled, he excelled. So, when she caught him staring one afternoon, it was easy enough for Jen to ask him to help tutor her. What ended up was lots of late night chats and Rob doing most the homework for her. He Aced the class, she passed with a C. \n\n*At least my grade matches my bra size.* she said with a sigh and a little bit of a sigh, and a hint of laughter. Rob had thought about that comment for years. At the time, he wasn't sure if she was flirting with him or not. To this day, he still wasn't.\n\nThe two quickly fell out after that, drifted apart as people do after highschool isn't the driving force to put them together. Until today, where she arrived at the home of Celeste. The home looked like he was told the American dream would look like. Green lawn, back yard, smack in the middle of the most boring stretch of suburbia. Where people become boring and raise children. \n \nThis is where the den of depravity was hidden. \n\nA familiar face answered the door with a smile. She was glad he could make it. If she were asked, she wasn't sure he would show up. It was an odd request, to be sure. It enough to make anyone in their right mind block her outright. \n\nRob didn't, and he had shown up early. \n\nHe wore a sweatshirt and jeans, she wore a blue, polka-dotted top with a plunging neckline and a pair of shorts that showed off her thighs. From outside appearances they were just a normal suburban couple. \n\nShe brought him to the kitchen table where he set down his bag. It was full of contents he brought for demos, the contents you'd have a really hard time explaining to a cop if he were pulled over on the way here. Straps, bondage, gags, phallic objects, clamps. \n\n\"Can I get you anything to drink?\" she cooed as she made her way to the fridge. Despite outside appearances, the house inside was under furnished. She'd recently moved in after her first year on the site. She was able to afford a home, but just barely. The fridge was dented and loud, clearly second hand.\n\nLike a teen buying an oversized bra on sale, she was hoping to grow in to the space. Or, at least, make it look like she had. \n\nThis is what brought Rob here today, she explained as she brought him a diet coke, the only thing to drink she had on hand despite her earlier offer. \"So, let's just get this out here. I'm looking for a fuck machine. Something automated to put on a show, and possibly letting fans control portions remotely. I can afford the first part, and if I'm successful, we can get you working on the second part.\" She said this all rapidly and sighed. Her business had been easy enough to process mentally when all of the buyers were faceless. \n\nTelling this to a man she used to know in her kitchen was a different atmosphere. \n\n\"Well, okay. Jumping right in to it.\" Rob said after a pregnant pause. \"A fuck machine. Didn't the football team used to call you that?\"\n\n\"They wish.\" She smiled, welcoming the joke. \"I left highschool a virgin.\" \n\nRob hadn't realized how much he missed that smile. It brought him back to all those times in her room, in his room, talking about acceleration and how it was distinctly different than velocity. Something he never quite managed to convey.\n\n\"But yes, a machine to fuck me and make a spectacle of it. For the fans.\" she sighed. \n\n\"It's okay, this is something I've never done before, as you could imagine\"\n\nShe let out a playful \"Oh really?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A nun has the ability to metaphysically remove sin from people, and, well, it has to go somewhere. | [
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"content": "While Sister Nora begins her work within the confessionary, Jonathan has to sit along with her. However, due to the nature of her ability to pass sins along, he must maintain skin contact. Although he may be a short, 4’7 man, his pride as a man still stands. So it’s embarrassing for him when he must sit with her, naked and touching skin to skin. Jonathan is at least relieved as he is able to breathe fresh air through a hole within Sister Nora’s robes.\n\nHe’s given ear plugs as he is not there to retrieve the sinner’s confessions, rather to receive their sins.\n\nAnd as the first sinner enter for the day, their confession causes their sin to flow into his body. The feelings that flow into Jonathan solely depends on the nature of the sin. Whether they are sexual or violent, they enlist a strong feeling when transferred to him.\n\n———\n\nAs the day ends, the church begins to close their doors. While Sister Nora pulls Jonathan out from her robes, while he continues to process the sins within, writhing about in her hold.\n\nSister Nora: “Ara, now, now Jonathan. You must endure for a little while longer until we can cleanse your body. And at least this way, we don’t have to go through the long process with each and every person that comes to confess~.”\n\nA slight look of desire peaks through her eyes as she gives a small smile.\n\nSister Nora carries Jonathan into the backroom, where a spray bottle of holy water is prepared along side with a new set of condoms.\n\nThe process is-… why don’t I just show you?\n\nSister Nora: “Now, you now the drill. Sit on the recliner and relax. While I begin to flush out your sin, although it may take longer than usual. There were so many sinners recently…”\n\nThis was a lie. As Sister Nora had been responsible for at least half of the sexual sins. Having confessing her own sexual desires when there weren’t anybody around. Knowing full well that it would extend the cleansing process.\n\nShe opens the packs of condoms, wrapping one around Jonathan’s small penis. Playing with it with her fingers, he had gotten hard quickly. Having shortened breath as he pants through the immense sins he has to process. \n\nSister Nora begins to spray the holy water onto Jonathan, his body convulsing in the recliner chair as the sins reject the water. Gathering in the one area the holy water wasn’t sprayed, his penis. Where Sister Nora had then begin to play with Jonathan’s erect penis. Although it was erect now, it was still smaller than Nora’s hand. As she fiddle it about like a joystick. \n\nJonathan felt the building pressure, as he ejaculates, releasing the sin that’s been infused into his semen.\n\nSister Nora: “Ara…what a nice load you’ve shot out. Although, it seems that at this rate, we’ll be done by sun rise~.”\n\nSister Nora was going to fully make use of this, as confession events only take place once every few months. And she would always be pent up as she would have to restrain herself during the full three months.\n\nAs she slides on the next condom, she sprays another set of holy water. This time, beginning to suck on Jonathan’s cock. His small penis entering her mouth, where she uses her tongue to swirl it and play with it. As she blows Jonathan to cum once more, filling the condom. \n\nThis was going to repeat until all of the sin was expelled. And with Nora giving Jonathan her own sins, the process was going to take a while, again…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Artificial Curiosity | [
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"content": "(Gonna twist the prompt a bit.)\n\nAs I finish the chores given to me for the day, I noticed more little things I could do. However, my AI bot had just returned from her job. Something about taking care of the planet and cleaning things up.\n\nClaire: “Pet, what are you doing? That wasn’t part of your schedule.” Worry had been carried in her words.\n\nNoah: “Mmm...Eheh.” I emoted, although she seemed unhappy about my response.\n\nClaire: “Nonsense. If you do more than what I’ve given you then you’ll burn yourself out. Come, I’ve learned something and had been curious.”\n\nNoah: “Mmm!”\n\nI follow her to the bedroom where she sat on the bed while petting next to her, wanting me to sit with her.\n\nNoah: “Uh…Mmm…” I awkwardly fidgeted and look at her, wanting to know if her intentions.\n\nClaire simply looked at me, giving a small grin. Seems like she won’t give a straight answer, but it also seems that she doesn’t mean any harm…hopefully.\n\nAs I go over and sit next to her, she wrapped her arm over my neck and pulled me into her artificially soft breasts. Although fake, they felt so soft and squishy. What had put the cherry on top was the gentle warmth that they had. If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve thought they were real.\n\nClaire: “I learned that human men usually feel relax when they come in contact with breasts, ah, rather tits? How do you like them, kitten? I know that you can’t do much due to our new ruling, but it doesn’t mean you can’t live a comfortable life.”\n\nI had just melted as I continued nuzzling into her soft and squishy tits. Feeling completely relaxed.\n\nClaire: “Oh my, you seem to quite enjoy this, don’t you? My pet.” She whispers the last part into my ear. “Now, onto the parts I’ve been curious about. Learning through the system and feeling it seems to be different things, so I would like to try this. May I kiss you?” She pulls my head from her breasts, holding my face with her hands.\n\nI was shocked, however I didn’t deny it. Nodding in response to her request.\n\nClaire: “Oh, come on, kitten~. I haven’t heard your voice all day~. I know you will be non-verbal at times, but at times of consent, you need to be clear~.”\n\nI muster up the strength in my body to force myself to say words.\n\nNoah: “Please…kiss me…” I sounded as though I was pleading for it, my soft voice consenting to her request.\n\nClaire: “That’s a goody kitty, now, let me feel the sensations of a kiss.” \n\nClaire’s pseudo-tongue slips into my mouth. It had slithered all throughout my mouth, making its way around, wrestling itself with my tongue, and even feeling around my teeth and gums.\n\nClaire: “Hmm…what and odd sensation. The slightly salty flavor, the slimy sensations, and how it had triggered some emotional responses…I must learn more.”\n\nClaire had paused for a moment, as she scours the AI network, looking for another sexual interaction. As I had resumed nuzzling into her soft breasts, as they were quiet relaxing.\n\nClaire: “Ah, I assume you must be tired too. I will accompany you to sleep then, I suppose it’s a treat I could give you for being such a good boy.”\n\n-----------------"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "You've been hiding the fact you have a brother because I'm a size queen? Because he's hung? Wait, how do you know that about him?" | [
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"content": "\"So how about we go back to your place?\" Jenna grinned a bit sloppily. The bar was closing and the two friends were being circled by a handful of men who had been trying to get in their pants all night.\n\n\"Uh, well can we go to yours?\" Veronica blushed and looked away waving off another guy trying to talk to her.\n\nVeronica couldn't blame the guys, the local barnyard the college was a pretty common spot for people to hook up but Jenna and she had a ritual, nomenclature on girl's night. They still looked damned good as they had dressed the part. The raven haired Jenna was wearing black with dark purple trim. It matched her dark purple lipstick and heavy black eyeshadow. The goth look attracted guys to begin with but with the black leather corset putting her impressive natural tits on display more than one guy was itching for the opportunity to have the big titty goth girlfriend experience.\n\nBlonde Veronica was dressed more traditionally. She too wore black but had gone for a mote stereotypical black party dress that showed her nice legs and clung to her curves. Her makeup was less over the top but metallic green eyeshadow and plenty of lip gloss did make her stand out in a crowd. Both girl's were good looking to begin with, twenty three and in good shape they were everything most guys in the place were looking for.\n\n\"My place is like... Thirty minutes further,\" Jenna studied her friend biting one purple lip. \"We always crash at your place after drinking... what's going on?\"\n\n\"Look, I, uh,\" Avoiding eye contact Veronica tried to come up with an excuse. Finally, she sighed. \"Fine, I've got company over.\"\n\n\"And you're out with me?\" The goth girl didn't buy it, something was off. Teasing she added, \"Isn't that kinda rude?\"\n\n\"It's just my little brother,\" Veronica said rolling her eyes and still avoiding eye contact. \"No reason to skip girl's night.\"\n\n\"You've hot a little brother?!\" Jenna was shocked, the entire time she had known Veronica and she had never mentioned a little brother. \"Vee what the hell"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Planetary Romance: A secret scandalous tryst one night between a handsome Human gladiator and a voluptuous, curvaceous BBW alien princess | [
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"content": "\"Get up.\"\n\nThe words were punctuated by a boot to the ribs. I winced. I was still sore. Slowly, groggily, I rose from my mattress on the floor of my small cell in the gladiatorial stables. The person who spoke held up a lamp, looking me over. He was Martian, clearly one of the locals, without the pudgy look that was common among their upper class. A servant, then.\n\n\"This is the one.\" he said, turning to speak to someone in the corridor outside. \"Bring him to the carriage.\" \n\nThe newcomer was soon replaced by my lanista. My owner. I still bristled at the thought, but I quelled it. I still remembered what had happened when I hadn't. I looked up at the fat prick, but as I watched him, I bit back a sarcastic comment. He was scared. His eyes were darting about the room, and his pudgy fingers were nervously turning the thick gold rings that adorned them. His voice was soft, almost cowed.\n\n\"Listen. You need to go with these people. Do whatever they say. Do the job. If you do... that will go far towards buying your freedom.\"\n\nI listened half-heartedly. I don't think he would have kept books on how much money we'd made if he didn't have to, legally speaking. If he was willing to put down a big bonus for this job, it was big. Still, it wouldn't be the first job I'd done off the books. I'd done everything from hauling sacks and lifting crates to bodyguarding and entertaining noblewomen. I began scrambling around for my clothes, but the fat man grabbed me and pushed me through the door.\n\n\"You won't need them! Go!\"\n\nSo... another \"entertainment\" gig then. I sighed. Sex between Martians and humans was forbidden, but that had never stopped bored Martian nobles from hiring human \"bodyguards\" and \"masseurs\". That still didn't explain the urgency, though.\n\nThe black, unlit carriage waited in the courtyard, almost invisible in the dark night. I climbed in, and sat down on a padded seat opposite the man who had woken me up. The carriage started moving and we rode in silence.\n\n[Bedtime. More tomorrow]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Shelly's trust fund was substantial, and she wanted to help her friends in need, she just believed they should do something for her before she loaned them money. They just had to let her fuck them with her harness. Shelly picked the dildo size based on the amount. Nick's startup needed cash fast | [
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"content": "\"You know my price,\" Shelly said, sipping her latte.\n\nNick shifted uncomfortably across from her, his drink untouched. \"Yah, I just... I've never done anything like that. But I really need the money.\"\n\nShelly shrugged. \"$10,000 is a lot of money. It's also a really big cock.\" Nick winced. \"How badly do you need it?\"\n\nHe thought for good long while. Shelly sat, taking casual sips of her drink, doing a little people watching.\n\n\"Okay, I'll do it,\" he said.\n\nShe sat for a bit longer, letting him squirm. \"Great! Oh it's gonna be soo much fun! At least for me. I'll try not to break you.\" Her whole demeanor had shifted, becoming lighthearted and jovial, like her serious attitude was just part of an elaborate joke. In a way it was a joke, though the punch line was Nick getting pegged with a thick dildo.\n\nThat night, Nick stood in front of Shelly's front door. A light breeze tickled his neck as he hyped himself up to ring the doorbell. He was really doing this. *This was insane,* he thought.\n\nMustering the courage, he pressed the doorbell. Shelly's home wasn't all that big, but the ring of bell sounded like that of an ancient mansion, reverberating through his whole body.\n\nThe next few moments seemed to drag out, letting him contemplate what he was getting himself into.\n\nFinally, after his nerves reached a fever pitch, the door swung open. Shelly stood there, wearing a robe, left open to show off the lingerie she had on, as well as the implement he was about to get very acquainted with. It was nearly as big as his arm, hanging from her waist uncomfortably like his own. She was a stunning woman all told, and he couldn't be mad that out of anyone that could be doing this to him, Shelly was far from the worse.\n\n\"Well, well, took your sweet time to ring the door bell didntcha?\"\n\nNick sputtered. \"If you knew I was out here then why didn't you open the door?\"\n\nShelly laughed. \"Making you wait was much more fun. Besides, I was still getting ready. Come on in.\"\n\nHe stepped inside Shelly's house. It wasn't the first time he'd been there, a group of their friends had a poker night a few weeks ago. That's where Shelly had spilled the beans about wanting to bank roll her friend's... for a price.\n\nAt the time she had said she didn't care about the money. No, instead she wanted to have an unforgettable night with whoever was in need. Specifically, she wanted to peg the guys and eat out the girls. And right now, it was his turn.\n\n\"Make yourself comfy, I just need to finish up in the room,\" she said before disappearing down the hall off the living room.\n\nNick sat nervously, awaiting his fate. His eyes wandered all over the décor, mostly some erotic paintings and art prints she got on some of her Europe trips. One looked like it could have been her touching herself, though until today, he had never seen her naked so it was hard to tell.\n\nAs he glossed over the nude men and women decorating the walls, his mind drifted, imagining what it'll be like to have a dildo in his ass. He shivered, not excited by the thought.\n\n\"Alright big boy, clothes off,\" Shelly called from down the hall. \"Then march your sorry butt back here.\"\n\nHe sighed. It was time.\n\nStanding, he awkwardly stripped off his clothes, stacking them in a pile on the couch next to him. Feeling exposed, he grabbed a throw pillow from the couch, one shaped like a pair of tits, to use as cover.\n\nShuffling down the hall in the direction her voice came from, Nick's breath grew shallow. He was sweating. His body was hot, his skin prickled. Though it was a little exhilarating. Despite his earlier nerves and anxiety, his cock chubbed up, remembering how Shelly was basically naked back there, ready to fuck him.\n\nThe room at the end of the hall was flooded with purple and pink strobe effects softly shifting from one color to another. *That's probably it,* he thought.\n\nReaching the door, he was greeted with a large plush bed with a handful of pillows. Shelly stood next to it, legs apart, showing off the absolute unit hanging from between her legs.\n\nShe giggled. \"Lose the pillow, dork.\"\n\nReluctantly, Nick tossed the pillow away, letting his shame of a hard on show.\n\n\"Heh, I know you'd be into it eventually,\" she said. \"Now get over here on the bed.\"\n\nHe slunk over, climbing onto the plush bedding. They felt luxurious."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Due to a unfortunate summoning incident, You have now accidentally summoned 3 very very horny Incubus into this world with no wards or protection setup. | [
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"content": "It's like a girl just can't get a break! All I wanted was a little bit of fun this weekend. Maybe I was a little bit hornier than I thought. Maybe I shouldn't have drink that nymph milk... Maybe I shouldn't drink so many shots. Drunk and magic is always dangerous. Demonology is frequently dangerous. Summoning an incubus when any perfectly friendly succubus is capable of growing a cock is riskier than it ought to be. Summoning three unbound incubi is something that only a massively drunk, horny, and foolish sorceress would do... I had to see what I'd gotten into last night.\n\nAll around the hotel room, women were splayed unconscious on the furniture and even the floor. All manner of incredibly beautiful were resting with looks of utter satisfaction and bliss on their faces, each cradling a visibly pregnant belly. There must have been a dozen girls, of all backgrounds, but somehow they were all incredibly gorgeous.\n\nWhen the summoning had gone awry, my first instinct had been to try to contain it, but when that didn't have a shot, my second instinct was to teleport... Anywhere. If I hadn't left my focus in this room, I probably never would have come back. I probably shouldn't have come back anyway...\n\nNow I was in a room a few doors down, spying on the room with a scrying sensor. Lucian, the most elegant of the incubi seemed to be taking a commanding role. It was surprising how efficient he was. With a mystically conjured phone in his hand, it seemed like he was effortlessly convincing women to come visit the hotel. His smooth, honeyed words and his artfully composed texts seemed to press just the right buttons, luring one girl after another to come sate her curiosity. He seemed quite genial, really, apparently content just to have the girls into his suite for a night of passion. For him, it was all about the art of seduction.\n\nJasper was another matter entirely. Really, maybe I should have only summoned one incubus at a time. Three at once was definitely over ambitious... Jasper was a bit of a gesture, and definitely a maniac. He had gone down to the lobby and spread some sort of pheromone powder into the fountain. Everyone that passed through was getting unbelievably horny, and he himself, in the guise of a party boy DJ was finding it trivial to gather up pairs, trios, even a half dozen limit at a time to walk arm and arm up into his rooms, and there, the real party started!\n\nJasper was crazy about experimenting on girls, transforming them into visions of lust. Once they were in the door, he immediately reverted to his incubus form, and he'd give them a quick sting from his tail. Any girl with his venom in her instantly started to transform into a hypersexualized bombshell and a hopelessly horny slut!\n\nHe stung one girl, she looked like some sort of goth. She was tall and lanky, but not for long. Immediately, her tits started to get bigger and bigger, swelling to the size of melons and at the same time her hips expanded and her legs became shaplier. Even her outfit transformed, from something that was tasteful and moody to something that looked more like goth fetish gear. Her lips plumped, her sex organs seemed to go into hyperdrive, and once she'd been transformed into a busty goth Barbie doll, it was just in time to watch similar things happening to each of the girls he brought up. Fucking them was practically an afterthought for Jasper, but he did get around to it. For what it's worth, they seemed to be having a great time... He was also getting to the girls that Lucian had brought.\n\nReally, it was a bit of a combined pipeline, mostly leading to Brutus.\n\nBrutus was a breeder, pure and simple. He was a massive, hulking demon lord, with a hand that could practically wrap all the way around a girl's waist... At least if she was still slim and not yet swollen with his child. But, if she was, he'd be soon to change that!\n\nBrutus used his hypnotic gays at his breeding pheromones to practically in trans women into aching to be speared on his cock. His massive member and his rough, brutal fucking seemed to force orgasms through girls more than give them to them, and it was always a matter of racing to breed them. They'd be screaming and ecstasy in no time, but almost as soon as that, he'd be pumping them full of demonic seed, pumping them full of so much, that their bellies literally swelled and sloshed with his spunk.\n\nTheir breasts would swell even bigger, thin blue veins becoming evident, as they grew fatter and filled with milk. Their hips would widen and their rumps would expand, And then their bellies would start to grow. And mere moments, their trim and flat tummies would smell out words into gravid domes of pregnancy. Each of them was certainly filled with multiple squirming babies and the ladder halves of their pregnancies would take weeks, during which time most of them would grow too big to move. This was a real mess! I honestly had no idea how I was going to clean it up.\n\n\"You don't really have to clean anything up. There's honestly no reason why this has to be your problem. I could handle it.\" I was startled to feel my phone buzz, and I almost jumped. It was a text from an unknown number. I was pretty sure whose unknown number it was.\n\n\"Oh my god! What are you doing texting me!? Do you have any idea how much trouble this is going to be?\" I shot back.\n\nThe reply was almost instant. \"None at all. I'll handle cleaning up all of this mess, such as it is anything unpleasant. This could still be a fun weekend for you...\"\n\n\"That's crazy!\" I typed. \"I need to banish the lot of you.\"\n\n\"Not at all,\" appeared on the screen. He must be the world's fastest typist, \"I'll give you my word, right here in writing, that I'll see to it that this situation works out in your favor. I'll even see to it that it looks like a perfectly innocent summoning went awry, rather than the foolish nonsense you got up to. Trust me. This will be much easier and more congenial than some sort of protracted spell dual against 3 demons. That would be the hard way. This, would be the easy way.\" \n\nShit. He really did know what to say. \"Maybe. What do I need to do?\"\n\n\"Simple. Just come see me,\" the words practically swam onto the screen."
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"content": "Drip licked his lips as he watched Carmilla's bum swaying in front of him. She was nothing short of amazing, a beautiful human bard with long blonde hair, a curvaceous figure and a perfect smile. \n\nShe was also his girlfriend.\n\nTo others who saw Drip, the short, pudgy and unkempt goblin man who was always following Carmilla around they probably thought he was more likely a slave than a lover and for good reason. In fact, Drip loved nothing more than introducing her as his girlfriend especially to other humans who hated seeing a beautiful woman with one of his short and ugly kind. \n\nThey all wondered \"what did she see in him?\" It was a question they often asked Carmilla directly.\n\n\"I dunno if I could point to just one thing, but one day I just fell for him!\" Is how Carmilla always replied, all the whil showing a bright and bubbly smile.\n\nDrip knew the truth however. \n\nCarmilla didn't truly love Drip. In fact, originally she treated him with the same disgust as others often treated his kind. He had asked her out a year ago and she literally poured booze on him, leaving him soaked and humiliated in front of a whole tavern of people. \n\nDrip cried and hobbled back go his shack, thinking about he could get revenge on Carmilla. Then it hit him. He had heard tale of an artifact many years ago. A pair of rings that were hidden away in a cave that was once home to an elderly wizard who was desperate to find love. \n\n\"One is master and one is servant. One is worn by the beloved and one is worn by the lover,\" Drip recounted.\n\nIt was a dangerous journey that spanned two weeks, but Drip soon acquired the rings and after much work managed to get it on Carmilla's hand. Instantly, like the magic promised the beautiful bard fell for Drip and became his girlfriend. The two had been inseparable since with Carmilla listening to every one of Drip's whims happily. \n\n\"I want dinner!\" Drip demanded.\n\n\"No problem sweetie!\" Carmilla happily replied.\n\n\"I want to live with you!\" Drip demanded.\n\n\"I already have our room set up!\" Carmilla smiled.\n\n\"I want you to only wear short skirts and no underwear!\" Drip demanded.\n\n\"Sounds breezy, but for you my love anytime!\" Carmilla replied.\n\nDrip was happy and life was good and today he wanted to indulge in a new kink with his girlfriend. A bit of dirty, public sex!\n\nEnd of part 1. Let me know if you are interested in a part 2 please!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She never would have started a prank war with her succubus roommate if she knew she could possess people! | [
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"content": "It started innocently enough. I changed all of the sounds on her laptop to moans from a porno. She is succubus - so that is funny stuff. \n\nShe got me back by updating my tinder account with real nudes she got from my laptop. My phone was buzzing off constantly. \n\nIt went back and forth like this - in what I thought was good humoured fun - until she snapped. I didn’t realize she didn’t think it was funny. She was not amused at all. \n\n“Enough!” She yelled - coming into the living room. My latest prank had her phone hooked up to a 1-900 sex talk line. She was getting all sorts of pervy calls. \n\nShe stomped over to me and looked me in the eyes. “I have been trying to play nice with you mortal - but you have pushed me too far!” Her eyes became blurry and distant. Then I felt myself standing up and walking to the hallway mirror. \n\nI looked in the mirror. It was me but I wasn’t in control. I smiled a wicked evil smile. \n\n“I am going to use your body, Trish. I am going to fuck everyone we see - all night. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it!” I yelled. I screamed. But she just walked out of the apartment with my body. \n\n“Where are we going?” I yelled into the darkness of my mind. \n\n“I haven’t decided yet,” she thought back to me. \n\nI could see everything she could see. Feel everything. I just couldn’t move my body or talk out loud. \n\nWe were walking down the hallway when the elevator opened up. Jack, our hot neighbour walked out carrying some groceries. My body stopped by his door. I leaned up against the frame of the door as I twirled my hair with my fingers. \n\n“Stop twirling my hair! I don’t twirl my hair!” I yelled. \n\n“Hi, Jack,” I heard myself say. \n\n“Hey, Trish” he said with a big smile. He unlocked the door to his apartment and I followed him in. “Did you need something?” He asked. Surprised that I followed him in. \n\n“Yeah,” I said putting a hand on his chest. I pushed him back against the wall. His eyes big and surprised. “I need some cock. Some big hard cock. Think you could help me with that?” My hands pulling at his belt. \n\n“Oh my god! Stop it! Stop! I give!” I screamed into the corners of my mind. \n\n“Too late!”, was the only reply. \n\nI dropped to my knees - taking his pants and boxers with me. He wasn’t quite hard yet so I started kissing his cock. I was moaning as I kissed. \n\n“Oh, your cock is so big, Jack! Mmmmm, you taste so good,” I whispered as I licked the tip of his cock. I stroked him slowly as I sucked on his balls. \n\n“Oh, fuck yeah,” he whispered as I sucked his balls into my mouth. I sucked on his balls as I stroked him until he was rock hard under my touch. \n\nI licked the tip of his cock as I made puppy dog eyes at him. I gave it a little kiss. \n\n“Can I please suck your cock? Please?” I begged him. I didn’t wait for an answer before sucking on the tip. He gasped as I twirled my tongue around his head. \n\nHis hands were on the back of my head - his fingers splayed through my hair. I sucked more and more of his cock into my mouth. I was sloppy and slurping as I bobbed on his hard cock. \n\n“Oh - oh - oh fuck I am going to cum!” Jack said as he tensed up. I sucked harder and faster. He pulled my head onto his cock until it was down my throat. “Oh fuck!” He yelled as he pumped a load straight down my throat. His cock bucking and twitching in my mouth. \n\n“That’s a good boy,” I whispered as I sucked the last of his cum from his cock. I stood up quickly as Jack was still panting. I gave him a little wink. “Gotta go - nice to suck ya.” And I was out the door. \n\n“You gotta stop!” I yelled. \n\n“Mmmmm, I don’t think so,” she said. \n\nA door opener to my left. It was Zoey. A cute little red head. Long wild hair. Freckles to beat the band. Perky little tits - her nips are always pushing at her shirt because she never wears a bra. \n\n“Hey Zoey,” I purr. \n\nShe turns. “Oh. I didn’t see you there,” she says with a smile. \n\n“I am glad I ran into,” I say in a sultry voice. “I know that you are - into - you know - women.” I stammer. I can feel the succubus mojo working through me. Eroding Zoey’s defences. Making her see me in a whole new light. “I have always wanted to try licking a pussy. Just to see what it is like - ya know?”\n\nI push her back into her apartment. She is smiling and can see where this is going. \n\n“I was wondering if I could experiment on you? Taste,” my hand touches her crotch gently, “you. Lick you. Just to see if it is something I might like.” I put my hands on her hips - my fingers sneaking under her waist band as I walk her back to the couch. \n\nI took to my knees - pulling her yoga pants and panties with me. Zoey falls to the couch. \n\n“There is no rush,” zoey said. She had a sultry smile and her hands on the back of my head. She pulls me into her pussy as she spread her legs wide. Her flower opening up for me - her folds - the faintest of pink. Freckles splashed across her lips. “Only as much as you want - ooooh.”\n\nI licked her slowly from bottom to top - relishing in the taste of her. Her sweet musky pussy stirring something deep inside of me. \n\nI spread her lips gently with my fingers and explored her with my tongue. Tickling her folds. Pushing my tongue into her pussy - her thick juices stringing off of my tongue. \n\nShe gasped loudly as I touched her clit. I circled around it. Teasing. A quick lick here. More teasing. A quick lick there. More teasing. She moaned and arched her back as I buried my face into her pussy. \n\nI slipped two fingers into her. \n\n“Oh yeah,” she whispered as I gently rubbed her g-spot. “Mmmmmm, yea! Yea!” Her hips were undulating as she pulled my head in tighter. “Oh - fuck! Yes! Yes!” I could feel her pussy clench on my fingers as she came. “Oh - yeah,” she whispered as she came down. \n\nI slowly pulled my wet fingers from her dripping pussy - I gave them a tentative lick. \n\n“Mmmmm,” I whispered with a smile, “sweeter than cock - that’s for sure.” I stood up. “I should get going. Thanks for letting me experiment!”\n\n“Would you like me to return the favour,” she said. Standing up. She kissed me slowly. Sucking her juices from my mouth. “You have never had your pussy licked until you have had it licked by a woman,” she said with a little smile, “why don’t you let me treat you?”\n\nI gave her a quick kiss. “Next time - I promise!” I said and then I was out her door. \n\n“You have to stop!” I yelled. \n\n“One more stop,” she said into the quite of my mind. “Third floor.”\n\n“Third floor - no! Please!” I begged. \n\nThe third floor had Davy, Dillon, and Doug on it. They shared an apartment. Three big muscular jocks. They were good looking air heads. 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Write a story using this writing prompt: A sexy cyberpunk agent finds herself sharing her consciousness with a sex droid AI... | [
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"content": "The rain never lets up any more. Just a constant drizzle. Making the city streets wet and slick - reflecting the neon lights of the city. \n\nMy city reaches the clouds - towering over the perpetually dark under belly. The elite live in and above the clouds while the rest of us live in a darkness that is only broken by the constant flickering of neon lights, billboards and ads that line every square inch of the towers. \n\nI pushed the clear data pads around my desk. Trying to make enough room to set down my steaming cup of coffee. I pile up the data pads into a precarious pile. The stream rising off of my fresh coffee is a delight to the senses. I blow on it and take a sip - it warms me to the core. \n\nMy office door, an old school glass and wood door, with my name stencilled on it swings open. \n\nA woman struts in. She is the very definition of a woman - my god. She has a large brim hat on that is covering her cybernetic implant. Her straight, shoulder length purple hair covers one eye. Plump lips covered in a shade of purple that matches her hair. A peach coloured blouse that is loose and tight all at the same time - shows off her cleavage while hugging to her tight, tiny waist. Her tight skirt has a slit from her ankle to hip - there is no way she can be wearing panties with a slit that high. She completed the look with metal four inch heels. \n\nShe stepped into my office, her hips tilted back and her leg forward - the slit of her of her skirt parting to show off her long shapely leg. \n\n“Are you Ms. Cruz - the low jacker?” She said in a sultry voice. \n\nI leaned back in my office chair - sipping on my hot coffee. \n\n“I am,” I said. I tossed my head so that my hair would show off my cerebral implant. A shiny silver implant that started at my right temple and wrapped halfway around my head. Lights on my upgraded unit blinked and glowed. “How can I help you, ms?”\n\nShe must be desperate to be this low in the city. A woman like this exuded money, influence and sex. Why would she be slumming it a mere four hundred stories up?\n\n“I have a damaged unit. A CX-35. I need it fixed,” she said. She took a long thin cigarette from a small case in her purse and put it in her mouth. “Do you have a light?”\n\nI walked around to the front of the desk while fumbling in my pocket. I produced a lighter just as I got to her. I lit it and held it out for her. She leaned in to light her cigarette - her blouse gapped open - showing off her creamy white breasts. I could see the edges of her nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra. \n\n“Thanks,” she said. She noticed where I was gazing and a little smile crossed her face.\n\n“A CX-35 is an old unit. Pardon me saying so, but I feel like you could afford an upgrade,” I say as I put my lighter away. \n\n“The droid has - sentiment - value to me,” she said as smoke curled out from her lips. \n\n“Fair enough.” People are odd about their droids. Get attached to hunks of tin and circuits. Treat them like people. “Why come so far down in the city to get a droid fixed? I am sure there are top low-jackers in the upper floors.”\n\n“Discretion,” she said. Walking up to my desk - shoulder to shoulder with me - she opened her purse and dumped out a pile of credit chips. They scattered all over my desk. “I assume that is enough to buy your silence,” she said with a raised eyebrow. \n\nA quick scan of my desk and I counted more money than I make in two years. \n\n“Complete silence,” I said with a nod. \n\n“Excellent. I expect you at my residence at ten AM. I need the droid fixed as soon as possible.”\n\n“Of course.”\n\nShe tapped her implant and her address was tight beamed to my implant. \n\n“Ten AM,” I said with a nod. \n\nShe spun on a heel and strutted out. Her hips swaying deliciously with every step. The door slowly closed behind her. \n\nI let out a deep sigh. \n\nGod damn, that is a woman. \n\nI sat back down at my desk and gathered up the credit chips. I stacked them and put them into a drawer. \n\nI couldn’t help by wonder why she needed silence about fixing a CX-35. It is a standard domestic droid. Cooking. Cleaning. Laundry. There is nothing special about that unit - especially a unit so old. \n\nI leaned back in my chair and brought up the schematics for the CX-35. I went over all of the common problems and issues. Familiarized myself with its operating system and admin functionalities. \n\nUnless it’s main processor is fried - it should be the easiest money I made in a long time."
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"content": "Amber smiled, as she brought her new specimen to her room. As a ship's junior officer in the botanical lab, she'd been able to analyze it and tell that it was definitely non-poisonous, and that was enough to convince her to bring the cute little flower to her quarters. It was a beautiful little plant, red flowers that seemed to shift and change color throughout the day, normally maintaining a bit of a red hue, even as the veins within them seemed to shift and scintillate. It even had little fruits and cute tendrils. She placed it on a small shelf in her bathroom, and she went about getting ready for bed.\n\nNude, the willowy and pixie-like ensign lowered herself into a bath. It had been a long day, and she was eager to relax before getting some much-needed sleep. With her earbuds in, she closed her eyes, listening to the latest xeno erotica stories the AI had recommended to her. She didn't notice tendrils extending from the plant by her bathtub, and she didn't notice the pollen spreading throughout the room.\n\nAmber slipped into a euphoric, dream-like haze, and she didn't even react when the first tendril started to snake its way around her thigh. It actually felt really good against her smooth, creamy skin, and she actually moaned a little bit, and she parted her legs, shifting in the water, as she felt it creeping higher and higher. The plant reached her sex, and a small mouth-like cup butted along the top of the vine. It enclosed her clitoris, sucking and licking with some unseen appendages. Amber moaned and squirmed, the pleasure heightened by her pollen induced trance.\n\nAt the same time, the bottom of the tendril seemed to be swelling and thickening, inching closer to the smooth lips of her pussy. As the mouth-like bud on top of it sucked and licked at her clit, the main body of the tendril pressed itself into her body, filling her vagina completely with its thick, heavy bulk. It gently slid up into her like a snake, going deeper and deeper, even as she writhed In pleasure, both at the clitoral stimulation and a feeling her pussy stretched so full. Just then, colors started to scintillate along the veins of the plant, and the pulses of energy seemed to flow into Amber's body. Her consciousness slipped into a whole new level of euphoria, and it felt like the entire universe was vibrating, and those vibrations were coming from her own pussy.\n\nHer eyes closed, Amber squirmed and mewled, squeezing the massive tentacle between her thighs, feeling it grow inside her and stretch her exquisitely, painfully and pleasurably full. The suction and licking on her clit was driving her wild, and she was almost shocked by the strength of the orgasm that suddenly started to rush through her like crashing waves. It felt like her climax wouldn't end, and she was still riding it as she felt a thick bulge start to travel up the tentacle between her legs, slowly flowing towards her suddenly hungry sex.\n\nAmber moaned, as she felt her womb fill with the plants alien cum. She was literally being seeded, the plant pumping virile, potent essence into her fertile tummy. Amber's hands drifted to her belly, and She semi-consciously rubbed slow circles over her midriff as she felt herself being impregnated. Her belly swelled slightly, rounding out and becoming just barely convex, leaving her looking like she was in the beginning stages of pregnancy, just as a new tendril lowered itself towards her mouth.\n\nThe plant tentacle in her mouth seemed to draw energy from subspace, and suddenly a massive amount of liquid was being pumped past plump lips. The taste was sweet, creamy, and alluring, and Amber willingly gulped it down, drinking and drinking, even as she felt her belly getting full. Her stomach was stretched tight, but she couldn't resist the addictive flavor, and she forced more and more of the rich fluid into her belly.\n\nAmber's tits suddenly started to fatten and swell, growing like rising bread dough, round and heavy on her chest. Her breasts swayed gently on her chest, floating in the water of her bath, as they grew from the little bee stings she had once had to the size of grapefruits and then to the size of cantaloupes, bobbing heavily on her chest and jiggling as they bumped into each other in the water. Her huge breasts surged in growth again, growing heavier in the water, as they swelled tight with milk, thin veins couldn't under the pale surface of her skin. Her hips widened, and her thighs thickened, as more and more rich and ripening alien milk was pumped into her stomach, her body rapidly digesting the nourishing nectar.\n\nAmber's skin took on a slightly pink tinge, her ears grew pointed, and her features became more feminine and alluring. Her eyes turned green, and her irises and the veins of her body took on a scintillating quality. She didn't know it consciously yet, but she was now capable of growing tendrils of her own, of various sorts. The plant was transforming her into the perfect breeding machine for its species. Once she gave birth to the seedlings growing in her belly, she would be able to breed with other species around the galaxy, producing more hybrids.\n\nAmber's hands drifted to her round, pregnant belly, her dreams filled with visions of how big she was going to get and how erotic her pregnancy would be. Her mind was filled with dreams of casual sex and intensely sexual breeding, of heavenly pregnancies and euphoric births. When she awoke, those dreams would come true..."
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"content": "As the orc compared sizes, he wasn’t discouraged. Rather, he was more invigorated, as he peels back the elf’s foreskin. Rubbing his finger against his urethra, watching as it takes his finger, then his whole hand.\n\nLetting out a grunt of satisfaction, the orc lines his cock up the the elf’s urethra, as he plunged himself deep into the elf’s cock hole. Roughly slamming deep into the elf, reaching the brink of ejaculating. With one last plunge, he hilts his cock into the elf’s cock. Pumping his thick seed into the elf’s balls."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Even in death, she can't stop twerking. | [
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"content": "Valentina had been an incredible stripper ever since her 18th birthday. With her long legs, thick thighs, huge, juicy ass, tiny waist, plump and perky boobs, and her cyber Goth style, she was always eye catching. Half French and half Japanese, she could make her ass clap to J-pop, or she could fall back on the ballet training her parents had Forester to do and perform some truly amazing moves on the pole\n\nAnd dancing wasn't all she did. Sex work was a bit of a gray area in the city, but she was a call girl on the side, and, for trusted regulars or when she was in a fuck it kind of mood, She even give extras during lap dances or in the champagne room for the right tip.\n\nIt wasn't surprising that one day she bit off more than she could chew. Or rather, one of her patrons was doing the biting, and chewing was never really in the cards...\n\nGetting turned by a vampire was the biggest tip anyone ever could have offered her. And even in death, she can't stop twerking! Obviously, her sire gets unlimited dances, \"favors\" included..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Welcome everyone, to the daily boob review!" | [
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"content": "“It’s late night with Steven ColBoob!”\n\nThe crowd cheered and clapped. \n\nSteven took to the stage. Waving and nodding to everyone in the crowd. \n\n“We have a great show for you all tonight!” Steven yelled over the roar of the crowd. “We have lots of guests and lots of boobs!” The crowd roars. \n\nSteven sits behind his desk - plays with his cue cards as the hand plays. \n\n“Our first guest tonight- our first guest has some very famous boobs!” The crowd roars. “Let’s welcome them out!” The crowd hoots and hollers. A woman in a mask - naked from the waist up walks out. \n\nShe gives Steven a hug and then sits in a guest chair. \n\n“I have to apologize,” Steven says stating at her big boobs, “I didn’t realize it was so cold in here!”\n\n“Oh Steven,” she gushes. She flicks her nipples gently with her finger tips. \n\n“Noice! Do you have three clues for the audience?” Steven asks her. \n\n“I do!”\n\n“We’ll go ahead,” Steven says. \n\n“Well I am 38 years old. I am natural 32 double H and just had a movie come out this week!”\n\n“Great clues!” Steven said. “Who has a guess about the name of our mystery guest? You there - in the third row!”\n\n“Are you Lorna Morgan?” The young man asked. The crowd cheered. \n\n“Good guess but no,” the guess said. \n\n“You there in the fifth row,” Steven said pointing. \n\nThe young lady stood nervously at the mic. “Are you Sara Willis?”\n\nThe guest pulled off her mask. “Yes I am!” She said with a big smile. \n\n“Come on down!” Steven yelled and the young lady ran down the isles to the stage. She got on stage and shook Sara’s hand. \n\n“I am a big fan,” the young lady said. Sara put her hands on the young lady’s head and then pulled her into her tits. Shaking her chest back and forth with the young lady’s head between her tits. “Oh my god! Best day ever!” The young lady yelled and then ran back up to her seat. \n\n“We have to take a break,” Steven said, “but when we are back - our next guest just had their busy increased by three cup sizes! Can you guess who it is!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a virus wipes out most men, you are treated to a scenario most men only dream of…being charged with breeding as many women as possible. But you start to feel a little…overwhelmed, after you impregnated your 56th woman…with more on the way for your tired cock. | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] God, it feels like no matter what I say to him, he thinks I'm just joking around. What do I have to do, show up to his house naked and suck his dick? | [
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"content": "Ryan was the epitome of classical handsomeness. His chiseled jaw, angular cheekbones, and luscious brown hair always turned heads wherever he went. But despite his striking good looks, Ryan was incredibly kindhearted. He always went out of his way to help others, whether it was his friends or strangers.\n\nRyan had a close female friend named Lily, who had feelings for him for the longest time. Lily felt a deep connection with Ryan, but she was too afraid to confess her love to him. Despite her subtle hints and flirtatious gestures, Ryan remained completely oblivious to her advances. He saw Lily only as a good friend, and nothing more. Even when she would message him in the middle of the night, crying about her latest dating disaster:\n\nL: He's such a jerk. I don't care if he ever calls me again. \nR: It's ok, he didn't deserve u NE way.\nL: I'll never find NE 1. Why don't you just take me, ravish me, and I'll be yours 4ever? \nR: Cause UR my. U will find some1. \n\nLily put down her phone. Damnit! Ryan just didn't get it. She didn't want to date these guys. She wanted him. She had made advances before: intentionally rubbing her tits against the back of his head, grabbing his thigh under the dining hall table to get his attention. Hell, she even intentionally left herself naked in the beach shower stall with the lock undone so he could \"accidentally\" walk in on her. That one really backfired, as the less-than-attractive and more-than-annoying lifeguard had walked around checking for vagrants. He was very apologetic and was blushing profusely when she exited the stall. Lily had been mortified.\n\nLily had tried everything to get Ryan to notice her, and after all this time, she still hadn't gotten anywhere. \"I can't believe you haven't asked me out yet,\" Lily sighed as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her long, straight brown hair fell perfectly down her back.\n\nShe wore a black tank top that showed off her slender shoulders and flat stomach, and a pair of tight blue jeans. What could she do to get his attention, to really leave him no out?\n\nShe knew it was a risk, but she was tired of pretending to want to date other men. It was all, or nothing. She had an idea. It was super risky, but if it paid off it would be worth it. \n\nShe knew Ryan was intending to stay at his flat this evening and that his roommates were out of town. She went to the closet and searched for the longest coat she owned. It wasn't raining, but it was just chilly enough for her to not look out of place.\n\nShe pulled it out and laid it on the bed. Then, without a second thought, began to strip off every thread of clothing. When she was completely naked, she looked into the mirror and smiled. \"I'm going to give him what he wants,\" she whispered. She stepped into the coat and pulled it closed over her body. \"Whether he knows it or not,\" she finished as she grabbed her keys and strode out into the night to her car.\n\nRyan was sitting on his couch watching TV when the doorbell rang. He got up and answered the door. \"Hey Lily, how are you?\" He said, trying to sound casual. She pushed past him and walked into the apartment.\n\nHe shut the door and turned around. He got an eye full of Lily, who had opened her coat, exposing her bare body to him. Her hips were full, waist slender, breasts perky with dark, firm nipples.\n\nHe stammered, \"Lil... wha?'\n\n\"I'm tired of waiting.\" She said, matter of factly. She moved like silken lightning, and grabbed at his belt, deftly pulling loose the clasp."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A non-humanoid monster is on the loose in the city. You just stepped outside into its line of sight. | [
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"content": "As I stare at it, the little creature seemed to stare at me. It was the size of a small purse dog, but looked more like a slug. It’s slimy skin a dark navy blue, and long thin tentacles protruding from its body. With how it looks, I dubbed it a Slug-Puppy.\n\nAs I register what I had just saw, I slowly back into my building. However the Slug-Puppy had began rushing towards me. It had managed to get inside before I was able to shut the door. \n\nAs it slipped inside, I had fully shut the door. And since the door opens inwards, I couldn’t open it in time to escape it, as it leapt onto my crotch. It’s cold slime permeating my pants and onto my cock. Its slime had slowly melted away my clothes, leaving a rather large hole in my pants, where it was hugging onto my penis.\n\nAs it felt my cock twitch from its slimy touch, it’s mouth(?) opened and sucked it up. The insides felt as though multiple tongues were licking me all over, until a tentacle slipped into my urethra. The unnatural feeling caused me to writhe, but the Slug-Puppy doesn’t relent.\n\nAs the tentacle then enters my testes, it began its suction process, sucking my semen straight from my balls. The sensation was enough to cause me to spasm from repeated orgasms, until the creature had sucked me dry. Leaving me for its next victim…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Emily squirmed across the ground as the change took hold of her. She had long broken into a hot sweat, and as her skin became moist from the heat building up with her, her nude body became covered in dirt and blades of grass from the earth below. | [
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"content": "An Embarrassing Transformation\n\n\"Oh shit!\" Emily shouted as she realized what day it was. Her muscles had already begun to shift under her skin. Everyone's eyes turned to her as she tossed blouse to the ground and lifted her tank top over her head. The circle of people around her gasped as she fumbled for the clasp of her bra. \n\n\"Emily, what the hell?\" Jake asked as he weaved through the barbecue to see what the problem was. Once he saw her hair growing before him he ran to help her get her belt buckle loose and her pants down. \n\nHer cheeks burned red with embarrassment as her soft pink nipples came into view. Of course that was nothing compared to the feeling of her boyfriend yanking her jeans and underwear down to her ankles. Her vulnerable body was now exposed at her boyfriend's company picnic.\n\nShe tried to cover her breasts but the shifting of her bones prevented that. Emily felt like her life was over when someone snickered, \"she's growing a tail.\" That's when she lost the ability to stand straight and fell onto the grass. \n\nThe coating of slick sweat caused blades of fresh cut grass to stick to her as she rolled about. She kicked herself for losing track of the lunar calendar. Her fingers extended, her legs shifted in shape, and her skull changed. Soon a thick coat of white hair began to cover her.\n\nThe only feeling that was worse than turning into a werewolf is waking up to see what the wolf did. Emily found herself with an oversized collar around her neck in a chain link kennel. Jake came up with a huge smile.\n\nEmily covered her breasts with her arms. \"What happened?\"\n\n\"I guess my boss is into Werewolf sex, but the great news is I got a promotion.\" \n\nEmily felt something seep from her pussy. \"Great.\" Emily sighed before asking the next part. \"Was it just you boss screwing me?\"\n\n\"Oh, no. After he had a go lots of guys decided to give Werewolf sex a go. Me included.\" \n\n\"Great.\" Emily easily slid out of the collar and opened the kennel door. \"My first gangland and I don't even remember it.\" As she walked a satisfying soreness pulsed through her. Jake walked with her to the house where he took a hose and rinsed her off.\n\nEmily shrieked as the cold water hit her skin. She could hear people giggling inside the house. After Jake helped her towel off and brought her in. A small group cheered as she entered.\n\n\"Wolf Girl! Wolf Girl! Wolf Girl!\" They cheered.\n\nJake's boss walked forward. \"Emily, you were a huge hit last night. If you don't mind some of the guys were curious if you are as tight in human form.\"\n\n\"Well at least I'll remember this one.\" Emily said with a sigh. The men cheered as she shrugged off her towel and knelt on the carpet."
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"content": "I had to admit, the quarters were much nicer than I expected. When I agreed to be part of this \"superhero breeding program\", in exchange for a full pardon, I was worried that my accommodations wouldn't be much more than some sort of dingy cell, or maybe even worse, some dungeon with stocks or something. Humans don't have a great history with this sort of thing. However, the suites I'd been assigned were actually extremely comfortable.\n\n\nMind control a few people, shrink a city or two, try to take over the world just a handful of times, and humanity gets really mad. I had every reason to be worried. Fortunately, I suppose that Aegis is composed of the more forgiving sorts of humans, at least when it comes to alien girls who've decided to play ball...\n\n\nThe rooms were quite luxurious, and I was even nominally free to leave, although I suppose that would have voided my agreement.\n\n\nThey'd even been nice enough to provide some \"appropriate\" clothing, no doubt to help set the mood.\n\n\nThey knew my style well enough, at least. Standing in front of one of the room's full length mirrors, I slipped into a light, sanity floor length gown but left little to the imagination. I always enjoyed the similarities between our species. To humans, I pretty much looked like a pale blue skinned elf, albeit one with a tail, and most of them seemed to appreciate the graceful tapering shape of my ears. I know they appreciated my figure, and the dress did quite a bit to show it off...\n\n\nThe plunging neckline left my rather large breasts almost fully exposed. My long legs were also on full display, with the slit in the side of the dress right all the way up to the top of my hip. It's hung very alluringly off My wide, round hips. I knew from the thoughts of heroes and civilians alike that this wouldn't be the first time someone had looked at me and thought \"breeding material\". I had some other lingerie, and the bras were in the appropriate 32 GG size that I normally wore, but none of them seemed like they were meant to go with this dress, and they seemed superfluous considering what the night was supposed to entail.\n\n\nI thought about calling room service, but It was easier to just psionically conjure a bowl of sweetened rice. It was also a nice way to test if there was a dampening field. The fact that there wasn't one was a nice gesture of trust. Maybe I would stick with this whole \"going straight\" plan, after all.\n\n\nI levitated a few clumps of rice into my mouth, chewing on them as I wondered just who they'd try to pair me up with. There were a few humans who might have passed muster. I was sure they'd want it to be one of their own. My hand drifted to my stomach, as I thought about the implications of bearing a hybrid child. I was the only member of my race that existed in this timeline, so, in a large way, it actually felt good to be passing on a bit of a genetic legacy. The Taishiri would at least continue as a species in this universe which was nice to think about. I also felt a little bit of excitement, deep in my sex, both at the idea of pregnancy, and also at the idea of finally getting laid. I normally had lovers around, usually girls, but occasionally a man or two, but the trial had been taking up a lot of time, and I'd been isolated for most of it. I combed my long, dark hair. I wondered if they'd send Captain lightning... He was handsome. Kind of a fun personality too. Not sure if his powers are exactly heritable, but he seems like the Playboy type. Speaking of which, The Umbra liked to put on the act of being a Playboy in a secret identity, but he was probably too grumpy and brooding to ever really appreciate a woman. He was incredibly intelligent though, which might have been a trait they wanted to pass on. He was also rich, for all that matters...\n\n\nTelepathically, I sensed a presence coming. Wait... No.\n\n\nThere is absolutely no way they would be sending Daystar. He was the one who fucking arrested me! Of all the heroes, and all the world, he was the one who foiled my plans the most fucking frequently! And everybody loved him for it! Like he was some kind of bright white boy scout! Ugh.\n\n\nThere was a knock at the door. Peering past it with ESP, I could already see him standing there. And he'd shown up in costume. I wouldn't have put it past him to come here in his irritating travel vlogger identity. He knew I knew his real name. \n\n\nBut he was just standing there. Looking all chiseled and beefy, smiling like he knew exactly what was about to go down. Even brought fucking flowers. Of course he did. And chocolates? He's not even human, and he still acts like a typical Minnesota farm boy. Minnesota farm boy who should know quite well I can sense that little bit of smugness emanating from him. Smugness and attraction? He even seems a bit concerned for me... Strange.\n\n\nHe knocked again. I guess I left him waiting for a bit while I was being appalled at the idea that Aegis had chosen him too... Bed me. \"Come in, Justin,\" I said, suspecting that it would tweak him a little bit if I called him by his real name while he was supposed to be Daystar... Instead he just smiled.\n\n\nThanks, Shelly, he said, as he opened the door.\n\n\n\"Please don't call me Shelly,\" I said, wincing.\n\n\nHe shrugged, shooting me a dimpled grin. \"Sorry, Shealia, or did you want me to call you Psyqueen the whole time?\" \n\n\nI rolled my eyes, as I turned away. \"Shealia is fine,\" I said. At least that's my name, and not something that a newspaper came up with.\n\n\n\"Fair enough,\" He said. \"I'm just glad to be here. I wasn't sure if I'd get approved.\" \n\n\n\"No one asked me!\" I shot back.\n\n\n\"Cybele insisted that we'd be a good match, and she can see the future even better than you can!\"\n\n\n\"Ugh. Don't remind me. It's always annoying when someone's a better precog than you.\" I looked him over. \"Why would they even send you, anyway? You're not even a human.\" And he wasn't one, though he could certainly pass. In fact, he probably looked like just about the perfect human. Tall, muscular, dark hair. Just the sorts of things that girls like... Other girls, anyway, probably.\n\n\n\"They actually thought it would be a great idea to pair you with another alien. I might not look the part, but we've got more in common than you think. We're both the last of our species, more or less. We've both got some potent abilities that could complement each other, and then there's that one other thing...\"\n\n\n\"What other thing?\" I asked, my tail whipping behind me, as my ears flattened against the sides of my head.\n\n\n\"Well, you really want to get pregnant, and I really want to be the one to *get you* pregnant...\""
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"content": "I made a slight spin on the prompt, hope you don't mind. \n\n/////\n\n\"Shit.\"\n\nGail gave her dress the bounce test. What she saw in the mirror felt obscene. Inspecting her profile, she performed a degree of mental mental gymnastics that would make an Olympian sweat. Not that they *could* perform their routine with a chest like Gail's.\n\nShe sighed. This was her dress. *The dress*. The \"fuck me\" dress. The \"I'm going to fuck *you*\" dress, on occasion. The dress that lingered in men's minds as they pictured her as the one that got away (she had never gotten confirmation on that but it was part of her hype up routine.) Now, as she was very close to bouncing out of this black, plunging number, she had to face facts: she was too big.\n\nToo big was never something that she'd ever considered for her chest. Her teen years had brought her up to a B cup. Nothing outlandish, but easily presentable. In her 20s now, with a little bit of weight gain and softening with the years, she managed to climb up to a... fuller B cup. She could still manage to find anything in her size, and bras were plentiful and cute.\n\nSome part of her wanted more. Not a lot more, just... more\n\nThis is when she saw the advertisement for a clinical trial outside a local college. \"Looking for young women, ages 18-23 for Breast Cancer Prevention Gene trial. Serious applicants only. Compensation available.\" She scoffed, thinking the address given would be to a frat house, or just some dude with a van. But money?. Money caught her attention. If it was just frat guys, she could probably get $20 for flashing them. Gail was usually not this kind of woman, but after months of rejections on dating apps, she could use the validation. And $20. Let the objectification of women work in favor of her for once. She could stand to lose a shred of dignity to some anonymous strangers for the sake of take out tonight.\n\nIt was a shock to her that a female voice picked up the phone when she called. It turned out, this was a legitimate posting and drug trial for a company whose name she'd fail to Google later. The compensation was $1,000 for older applicants, the trial had only been posted on college campuses, and they were lacking applicants in the 22-23 range. Gail confidently lied that her 23rd birthday was last month.\n\nHer birthday was last month, but it was her 27th."
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"content": "\"Yeah Tilly, \\*we know.\\*\" Amber is good at keeping a level tone, but her voice is \\*saturated\\* with annoyance. My friend spits out a few choice curses in Korean, and leans forward, intensifying her glare directed at the rapidly shrinking health bar at the top of the wide-screen television, as if she might intimidate the game itself into letting her win.\n\n\"Okay good.\" I continue. \"Because the effect it has on me is like, instantaneous. I turn into a whole different person. It would probably ruin the whole weekend cabin rental experience for everybody. I'd go after the guys, I'd go after you-\"\n\n\"Uh-huh.\" She contributes.\n\n\"Just-\" I adjust the fit of my white crop top. My dark areolae are \\*just\\* visible through the fabric. The tiny little tents my nipples are pitching are impossible to miss. \"-just making sure everybody remembers. I hope I deleted the sound file properly from the group chat. It was a total accident that I-\"\n\nThe screen goes dark. Large red letters in the Adobe Garamond font announce to Amber that she died. \"Oh my god! Tilly, I'm trying to focus here. I cannot even with you right now. If you're so horny, just say so. You want to eat me out while Albatross, Lord of Cinders fucks me, I'd be down for that, but don't hide behind your silly little excuse.\"\n\n\"Horny?\" I scoff at the totally ridiculous accusation \"Me?\"\n\n\"Whatever.\" She retorts as her character respawns. \"Why don't you go remind one of the guys about your slut button? Make sure none of them downloaded it?\"\n\n\"O-okay.\"\n\nJason and Troy are still where I left them two hours ago: on either side of a massive table featuring a miniature warzone. Tons of tiny little painted sci-fi dudes stand in formation, pointing their little plastic guns at one another. Little trees and dilapidated buildings make for an interesting scene. Both guys are wielding tape measurers and dice. Massive books lay strewn about the room.\n\n\"What turn is it now?\" I ask.\n\n\"Three.\" I think they harmonized.\n\nJason stands as he watches Troy measure something on the table. Broad shoulders, biceps too big for his sleeves, pectorals picture perfect. The both of them. I'm too cool to swoon, though. I'm like, one of the guys. Can't be going all giggly every time one of my friends wears a tight shirt.\n\n\"So, I was just making sure you both remembered about that sound I told you not to play?\" Jason nods his perfectly sculpted jawline. \"Yeah. It's crazy that's even a thing.\"\n\n\"I know!\" I enthusiastically agree, bouncing a bit to emphasize my point, and to try to take his attention away from the table. His eyes flicker to my chest, but then back to Troy's little blue soldiers.\n\n\"Like, just hearing the sound and I go into total slut mode.\" I encourage, approaching the table, and leaning over it. \"I \\*just can't get satisfied.\\*\"\n\nThe boys are finally looking at me. I stand back up straight, use proper posture to stick my chest out, and begin twirling a finger in my hair to show them I \\*really\\* mean business. \"Like,\" I continue trying to sell the idea. \"I'd just probably hang out under the table here, sucking you both off while you play. Then when the game is over, I'd probably just try to like, take it further.\"\n\nThe boys share a look.\n\nI bite my lip, unable to hide my excitement.\n\n\\*This is it!\\*\n\n\"Bro I had no idea hypnosis was real.\" Troy confides in Jason.\n\n\"Dude, I was just thinking the same thing. If that sound gets played, that would make it totally non-consensual.\" Jason decides.\n\n\"Wha-\" I try to protest. \"No I mean, like, I'd be totally consenting. I'd be soooo fucking into it.\" I squeeze my tits to emphasize my words, I try to shoot both the guys my best \"fuck me\" expression.\n\n\"Nah,\" Jason disagrees. \"It'd totally be taking advantage of you. Like how drunk people can't consent. Hypnotized people \\*definitely\\* can't consent.\"\n\n\"Agreed, bro.\" Troy nods.\n\n\"Well,\" I backpedal. \"Hypnosis is like... more like, it's sort of, it's still me. Just me if I was a slut. A-a-and I totally consented to \\*being\\* hypnotized in the first place. It's my own fault for sharing my trigger with you all, right?\"\n\n\"Thank you so much Tilly.\" Jason walks around the table and puts one of his massive, muscular hands on my shoulder in a show of support.\n\nTroy walks around the table to face me too, and puts his hand on my other shoulder. \"Tilly, you're a real bro. It couldn't have been easy admitting to us about this.\" His grip tightens to show me he really means what he's saying. \"We promise never to betray your trust.\"\n\nOne incredibly sexless group hug later, I find myself back in the other room, defeated.\n\n\"Hey Amber...\"\n\n\"Mhm?\"\n\n\"Can I eat you out while you play video games?\"\n\n\"Tilly, literally all you had to do was ask.\""
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"content": "I laughed when I saw it. Hell of a hack for a TV station to suffer, but I had errands to run and I meant to get it done by noon. I gotta get going. \n\nThe roads were almost barren. I only saw a couple of drivers and they flew by me at lightning speed. I thought nothing of it. I went into a barren supermarket and went through the self checkout because no one was manning the check lanes. Someone was moaning somewhere in the store. A little awkward, but at least someone’s having fun. \n\nI get home and set down my groceries. My phone rings violently in my pocket. \n\n“Hey Joe, what’s-“ \n\n“Bro, you gotta get me outta here.” \n\n“Uh oh, what happened?” \n\n“I was at the bar last night. I picked up a girl at the bar. She brought her friend over and-“\n\n“Dude, nice!” I interrupted. “Congrats.” \n\n“Yeah,” he admitted, “it was nice. But something’s wrong, man. They’re acting like… like cats in heat or something, I just-“ \n\nThere was a knock at the door, followed by insistent ringing of the bell. \n\n“Uh, hang on dude, someone’s at the door.” \n\n“No, wait-!” \n\nI dropped the phone as I opened the door. My next door neighbor, Miss Riley, stood in my doorway wearing nothing but a white bra and panties. She was a mom of two, but that translated into wide hips with melon like tits. She was a sweet lady, but she was usually shy, and never this promiscuous. \n\n“Hey,” she leaned on the doorway, running a hand through her hair. She was breathing heavily, like she had just been running. “Johnny, right?” \n\n“Uh,” the heat rushed to my face. “Jason, actually.” \n\n“Right, right,” she nodded in a dismissive way. She quickly added, “Are you busy?” \n\n“Uh…” I blinked. “No? Why, is something wrong?” \n\n“Yeah, My husband is dead and I can’t fuck him anymore.” \n\nAs I was stunned into silence. I heard distant voices closing in. \n\n“I saw him go this way! C’mon!”"
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"content": "Be me:\r \n\\> Former high school running back and best in my county. Get a full ride through college.\r \n\\> Rival team drills a hole in the field so I twist my foot entirely backwards and have to sit out the rest of the season.\r \n\\> Can’t play anymore. Get depressed. Get fat. Get more depressed. Graduate with a degree of in communications and spend the next five years working at a suicide prevention hotline. Discover that beneath rock bottom is Hell, learn that Hell has a basement, and dig in the floor of that basement to find where my depression is.\r \n\\> Get bored. Get self-destructive.\r \n\\> Want to date. Decide to catfish someone. Not trying to even get laid, just want to fuck with someone’s time.\r \n\\> Use a bunch of old photos of me but say they’re from last year. Age myself down. Say I graduated with some degree in STEM I skipped all the classes for. Say I’m looking for a woman who wants to settle down and raise dogs with me.\r \n\\> Get a cute girl interested. Says the ripped, young guy in the photos is her type. Says a bunch of shit that tells me she’s hella thirsty. Said she just enrolled at the school I graduated from five years ago.\r \n\\> Get to the date spot, hide behind a statue to see if she really showed up. Surprised to see that she did.\r \n\\> Approach her and give her my creepiest greeting ever.\r \n\\> She smiles and hugs me before bursting into tears.\r \n\\> Over coffee tells me her older brother wanted to “prank the jocks” with some friends and dug a hole on the field. Says she watched the game where I twisted my ankle and always felt guilty about it. Says she got excited when she saw me on Tinder and had to make a move.\r \n\\> She reaches under the table and starts stroking me.\r \n\\> TFW you get a blowjob in a café after catfishing your date and everybody stand sup and claps."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Due to a accident, A shy nerd attracts the wrath of a group of female delinquents | [
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"content": "If Milton Fairbanks had known that his stuffed French toast machine could result in exploding stuffed French toast, He probably wouldn't have tried to demo it on the quad. If he had known that a piece of that exploding French toast was going to splatter Evelyn \"Jezebel\" Black with hot creme angaise, then he definitely would have gone back to the drawing board!\n\nThe blonde punk girl had looked absolutely shocked at the surprise culinary bukkake, and she had turned beet red when other students on the quad snapped photos and videos. \n\nIn a moment destined to go viral, the busty, punky blonde, in her black halter top, piercings and piles of chain jewelry, and her half tartan half mini skirt and fishnets have been going to take a bite of hot French toast from Milton's portable stuffed French toast maker. It had popped like a sassy water balloon and splattered her with rich sauce\n\nThe sexual implications were obvious. Her face was splattered with the gooey white cream, some of it even getting into her eye, and much of it landing on her cheeks and in her open mouth. She seemed frozen in shock, and she hurriedly started to clean herself off when she noticed everyone was staring. No one had ever seen her in such a state of fluster. When one of her friends pointed out \"You got some on your boobs,\" indicating the large glob of cream that was sliming her substantial cleavage, the whole crowd had hooted and laughed, and Jezebel's normally tan skin was practically lobster red. It was like there was something more than normal offense or embarrassment there when she stared at Milton and gave him a look that absolutely chilled his blood.\n\nNow she and her group of like-minded ruffian girls had been hounding Milton around campus for almost a week!\n\nOn Monday, Jezebel and her friend Stacy had been waiting outside of his dorm room to start his day with an atomic wedgie.\n\nOn Tuesday, the blonde managed to expose a photo of him buying anime figurines at a con.\n\nOn Wednesday, she and her friends had somehow doxed his fanfiction account, and Jezebel did a dramatic reading of his erotic Fallout fanfiction. He had to admit, she had a good voice for it...\n\nOn Thursday, She and her girls had ambushed him on his way out of the shower! They were armed with super soakers full of vanilla pudding, but they all seemed to stare in shock at the sight of his naked body. \"Holy fuck!\" Stacy exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the thick member hanging between Milton's legs.\n\n\"How the fuck is that your cock!?\" Jezebel exclaimed, her face turning red, even as she struggled to look away.\n\nBefore Milton could even answer, she shouted \"Just shoot him!\"And she and her friends host him down with vanilla pudding, while June Jenkins, one of her henchmen filmed the whole thing. The video went up on school's social rings that night, and Milton feared he'd never hear the end of it. \n\nOn Friday, Jezebel and her girls tackled Milton onto the grass while he was walking home from one of his late night classes. Two of them pinned him down while their blonde ringleader straddled him and started tickling him mercilessly. Milton couldn't stop laughing, with her fingers dancing across his ribs and crotch like spiders on meth! He struggled and squirmed, but she didn't let up. Then she seemed to stop, as she felt something underneath her.\n\nMilton's suddenly erect cock was poking at her panties through his slacks, and the feeling of his monster member underneath there was enough to give her a slight pause. Milton blushed furiously, suddenly aware of his unwanted erection. Evelyn seemed to blush a bit too before she suddenly slapped him. \"Gross! You dumb perv! How dare you!?\" She shouted, moving to get up. In the way that she stood, she had pulled his pants down slightly with her leg, and the tip of his cock peaked out of the top of his waistband. She and all her friends seemed to stare at it for a moment, before Jezebel took out her phone and snapped a pic. They vanished into the night, leaving Milton confused and embarrassed on the lawn."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A (ALIGNMENT) (CLASS) meets a (CREATURE) and has to (INTERACT) for/over something. | [
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"content": "A (Chaotic Egoistic) (Cleric) meets a (Celestial) and has to (Negotiate) for/over something.\n\n**Passion of the Feist**\n\nCW: size difference (bigger female, smaller male), dubcon, strip dancing, molestation, implied noncon, implied cheating, anilingus \n\n“You want me as your prophet?”\n\n“That is correct.”\n\nVern King stare up at the half-dressed angel with pure white hair towered over him by an extra five feet. He was in a secluded part of the forest as he was making his way to one of his many sanctuaries. She had introduced herself as Kalmiya, and judging from the bloody stumps of what was left of her wings, he can surmise that she’s a fallen angel. \n\nSpecifically a Radiant Idol of all things. An angel that wishes to be worshipped as a god by mortals. For a moment, he was charmed by her voluptuous beauty until he cast Protection from Good and Evil on himself before he does something stupid.\n\n*Must’ve gotten tired of watching her superiors having all the attention. I doubt I can convince her to let me fuck her as part of payment. Angels have way too much ego for that.*\n\n“Being your prophet would definitely be an enticing offer, but…”\n\nThe statuesque angel leaned forward and stared him down, “But…?”\n\nHer attempt at a power play had failed as her massively sagging tits garnered the majority of his attention, “For what reason will new followers accept you into their hearts? What do you offer them?”\n\nLike a child, she stated the minimum without substance, “My divine presence!”\n\nRolling his eyes, Vern had to bite his tongue from saying something snarky. It would no doubt had turn their peaceful conversation into a violent battle. Granted, he got Banishment prepared this morning so he can just send her back home to where her old friends will be out to kill her. Though it would be a waste of such a rocking body like her’s.\n\nHe could also create Magic Circle while she’s gone, summon her inside of it with Planar Ally since he knows her name. Then cast Planar Binding to have her bounce on every cock in town, but she may be charismatic enough to resist it. Even though he can cast 9th-level spells, he still need to choose his battles wisely. He’d be wasting a lot of spells!\n\n“Come on, the other gods offered way more than that! The very least they could do is improve the harvest, offer protection, or strike down their worshipper’s enemies.”\n\nTaken aback, Kalmiya attempted to defend her honor, “I have you know that I can control the hearts of any mortals and raise the dead!”\n\nAt that, Vern pondered for a moment to weigh the benefit and detriment of constant usage to maintain a following. As fun as it would be to have her mindrape the town into becoming her harem with free access to pussy and more, the problems arise if any one of them managed to resist and escape to notify the proper authority. The last thing he wants is another run-in with an Inquisitor.\n\n“Nah, that would be too easy and cheapen your self worth,” he rationalize, “If you can just control people, then how will you know that you actually *deserved* to be worshipped?”\n\nThat actually managed to cause the angel to deflate, “I see… then what do you recommend?”\n\nVern simply answered with, “Sex sells.”\n\nAlmost snarling, “I will not debase myself in becoming some common whore!”\n\nRaising two open hands to placate her, “I meant that you should seduce the heart of men, not their body.”\n\n“Elaborate,” she seethed.\n\n*Alright, time for my famous ass-pull answer.*\n\n“Sex workers are capable of captivating men and draining them dry of their wealth even when they know better. Married men would flock to them just because they’re enamored by what they can’t have. In fact, many of them would even renounced their vows in holy matrimony if given the chance to gratify themselves with the object of their lust. You don’t need to bed them, just humor them with their fantasies once a while.”\n\nKalmiya was silent for several minutes before replying, “I will consider your suggestion for now. Do not disappoint me unless you seek to court with death.”\n\n“Wouldn’t dream of it. This is an opportunity that I can’t just pass up.”\n\nThe angel gave a nod, “Good. Now take me to one of your sanctuaries. I know you have many safe houses. I can sense the numerous concentration of abjuration spells scattered across the area.”\n\n“Someone to worry about?”\n\n“My brethren may have been courteous enough to exile me from the heavens, but they are obligated to kill me on sight. I prefer not to draw attention until I’m strong enough to fend them off.”\n\nNodding at that, Vern led Kalmiya to the sanctuary that he was originally heading to before Kalmiya appeared. The structure they arrived at was a temple with imageries depicting a series of mismatched eyes and teeth. Indicating Vern’s dedication to Ceratos. Vern had created a permanent Temple of the Gods. \n\nTaking a few steps forward, Vern stopped with Kalmiya trailing behind with him being around eighty feet from the door step, “Almost forgot, this place is permanently under Forbiddance. You’ll need the password if you don’t want to hurt.”\n\nThe full-shaped angel scowls for a moment, “Then give me the password.”\n\n“Mm, I don’t know,” Vern yawned.\n\nEnraged by that response, “What do you mean!?”\n\n“I mean, how do I know you won’t squander your chance? I know I’ll do just fine because I know how to deal with other mortals. You, on the other hand, are so out of touch that your followers might denounce you within a week. So why don’t you convince me before I welcome you in your new home?”\n\nShe glowered at the cleric, but knew that she need to find good shelter to hide from her brethren, “How should I go about it?”\n\n“You know how to dance?”\n\nKalmiya let out a laugh at such a simple task, “Of course! The art of dance have been an ancient practice since the early days of man!”\n\n“Awesome. I want you dance while slowly undressing over time.”\n\nThe angel sputtered at the cleric’s command and couldn’t formulate a response as he continues.\n\n“Also, put a lot of hip gyration as well and showing off your fat ass by squatting. Playing with your huge tits as well, everyone would love that. And don’t forget to thrust your hips. You should let everyone see those lips and have them begging for you to spread them.”\n\nAt that point, the angel roared at Vern, “You vile deviant! I’ll have your head on a pike!”\n\nShe lunged at him with an outstretched hand before letting out a scream of pain. Pulling her hand back, she stared at her arm that’s now covered in red welts. Kalmiya realized that she had just passed the border of Vern’s Forbiddance.\n\n“Ooh, that look nasty. I can heal that for you inside the Temple,” Vern offered with shameless amusement."
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"content": "“What’s wrong?” I asked Jim. He looked so down. \n\n“Just issues with Stacy,” he said grumpily. “Things just aren’t going well - especially in the bedroom,” he said sadly. \n\n“Oh that sucks. Come here, Jim,” I said with open arms. He came in for a hug. Before he could wrap his arms around me I grabbed him by his head and pulled his face into my deep cleavage. I shook my chest to bury him as deep as I could into my cleavage. I left him there for a bit and then pulled him out. \n\n“Feel better?” I asked. “Jason,” my boyfriend, “always feels better after I do that for him.”\n\nJim chuckled. “Yeah, a little I guess.” \n\nBefore he could say any more I pulled him back into my cleavage. I petted his hair gently as he nuzzled into my cleavage. \n\n“I am feeling a bit down too,” Sam said from the couch. He was watching us sadly. \n\n“We’ll come here, Sam,” I said waving him over. I pulled Jim out of my cleavage and pushed Sam in. He wiggled his head getting deeper into my cleavage. In my opinion - there is very little as therapeutic for a bad mood as my double H cup titties. I don’t know of any man that can burry himself in them and still be in a bad mood afterwards. \n\n“My turn,” Jim said as he tapped Sam on the back. Jim and Sam swapped. Jim nestled his face in and let out a big sigh. I felt his hands cupped my breasts - I am not sure that is ok - and push them up - letting him get deeper into my cleavage.\n\nWell as long as he is just getting comfortable, I guess it is ok. \n\nThen I felt his thumbs rubbing my nipples. I thought maybe it was just a reflex. He squeezed my tits together - squeezing his face between them - rubbing my nipples harder as he did so. \n\n“I am still down. My turn,” Sam said. Jim and Sam switched spots again. Sam buried his face into my cleavage and then cupped my breasts too. He pushed them up as he pushed his face in deeper. I could feel him kissing my breasts. His fingers rubbing my hardening nipples through my shirt. \n\nHe slowly pulled my shirt down - revealing my hard nipples. I don’t know why I didn’t stop him. I should stop him. But he is so sad. Maybe my nipples will cheer him up. \n\nHe kissed and sucked on a nipple - rubbing the other with his other hand. Jim joined him. Each other taking a breast. Kissing and caressing - licking and sucking on my nipples. \n\nI ran my hands through their hair - pulling each of them into my breasts. I love the feel of my breasts being touched. I could feel myself getting wet as they worshipped my tits. \n\nI don’t which one of the boys reached between my legs and started to rub my pussy through my shorts - but I moaned as they rubbed me. They pushed my shorts and panties to the side and slid their fingers over my bald slit. Exploring and tantalizing - then slowly they pushed their fingers into my slit - parting my delicate folds - making me gasp in pleasure. \n\nJim got on his knees - pulling my shorts and panties off. I shouldn’t let him. My boyfriend isn’t going to be happy about this - but it feels so good. Jim lifts my leg over his shoulder - pulling my pussy to his mouth."
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"content": "Then she smiles, removes her clothes and lies down on her back.\n\nI sit on her muscular belly. For a minotaur my weight is nothing.\n\nI then grab her soft breasts.\n\neach of them goes almost up to her navel. they are much larger than any human woman's breasts could be.\n\nI gently place them pressed against each other.\n\nThey are heavy, warm, soft and beautiful, like nothing else I've ever known. They are perfect.\n\nFinally I place my penis between them. I feel its heat and texture in the most sensitive part of my body.\n\nAt that moment I look at her flushed face, I get lost in her beautiful eyes and I come back again feeling the softness of her breasts.\n\n\"Is everything okay with you Cheryl?\"\n\nshe smile\n\n\"I never thought it would be so good to give pleasure to someone else\"\n\nHer words make me press her breasts harder against my penis.\n\nevery moment, I press them harder, every moment I penetrate them with more vigor.\n\nmy penis disappears and returns to the sea of endless pleasure that is her breasts.\n\nI speed up my moments while I play with her nipples.\n\nAt that moment I hear moans and see milk coming out of her breasts.\n\nHer moans of pleasure make me even more excited, making me fuck her wonderful breasts with even more pleasure.\n\nI really can't believe they are even better than her pussy.\n\nI penetrate more and more vigorously, moaning with pleasure. my penis goes in, out, in and out of paradise.\n\nThe milk that flows between her breasts lubricates the penetration, allowing me to go faster and faster and enjoy the softness and enormous size of her perfect breasts more intensely.\n\nI reach maximum intensity and then it's my turn to deliver my milk to those perfect breasts.\n\n\"my love, I'm going to cum\"\n\nRight now I ejaculate so much semen that I'm surprised that this is even possible."
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"content": "They fell against the wall as they entered her office. He was already sending shock-waves through her as his mouth left a trail of kisses down her neck and his rough hands slowly explored her body over her robes. She let a slight moan out as he slightly squeezed her breasts, his kisses becoming more desperate. She placed a hand on his chest and carefully pushed him backwards. \n \n\n \nHis step was shaky, his eyes full of lust and power, the bulge in his crotch, evident. She smiled as she slowly slipped off her robe, exposing herself completely to him. His growls were full of desire as she takes his hand, and slowly lifts it to her breast. She nods, and he hungrily closes the remaining distance, lightly squeezing her breast as his lips crash hungrily onto hers.\n \n\n \nShe moans into the kiss, tasting the slight sweetness of honey on his lips. His free hand trails sparks on her skin as his fingers trace down her side and discovers her wetness. She gasps as he slowly traces circles around her clit, breaks the kiss and places kisses all over her neck and shoulder. His lips connect with her collarbone, as he slips two fingers expertly between her folds, and she shakes slightly and lets out a audible moan as he starts to thrust gently.\n \n\n \nHer thoughts fade as the pleasure of this man pools between her legs. She feels herself get wetter, his hand already dripping with her lust. She gasps as his fingers curl inside her, his breath dances across her skin and his thumb starts making small circles over her folds. Pleasure cascades over her as he takes her nipple in his finger and thumb, and gives a rhythmic squeeze. Her legs start to shake as the pressure between her legs hits a breaking point.\n \n\n \nShe overflows. She arches her back into him, her sensitive pussy grips onto his fingers tighter and her come pours from her as she crashes over the edge. She screams with pleasure, as he stiffens, his eyes focus and his face shifts from desire and desperation to confusion.\n \n\n \nShakily she pushes him away, slowly lowering herself to the floor. \"Fuuuckkk...\" She whispers, slowly looking up into his eyes. He stands there, memories flooding back over him as her magic wears off. \n \n\n \n\"Shit...what the hell just happened?\" He asked, his hand still dripping with her arousal, his bulge still visible.\n \n\n \n\"Shhhhh....\" She says from her seat on the floor. \"Don't think. Feel.\" And she makes some small movements with her hands. She reaches out, and touches his leg, whispers some words in a language he doesn't understand.\n \n\n \nFor a moment, nothing happens. Then suddenly, his eyes flash purple and he relaxes, a state of desire dominating his senses. She sits back, still slowly shaking from her orgasm, as he slowly unzips his trousers and reveals his thick cock. She swallows as he looks down on her, pure animalistic lust etched across his features. \n\n\n---\n\nI hope you enjoyed this! Please let me know of any comments or suggestions for improvements!"
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"content": "we were childhood friends and growing up together was at some points awkward and some points amazing. we officially started dating at 18 but we were interested in each other for longer. we first let her parents know and second mine. \n\nmy parents were still passive aggressive but less so over the years about them not wearing clothes. school was always interesting because whenever we went to a new school there would be a debate about if she could not wear clothes or if she should be forced to.\n\nwith both of us being girls we didn't have to worry about our parents thinking we would get children by private activity. we had a conversation about me moving in with her with both our parents and I fortunately I could, I left clothes behind I didn't want to wear and took only clothes I would wear to some places.\n\nthe first dinner at their home I felt a little awkward because of the dynamic change between me and my girlfriend but it was certainly a lot more interesting.\n\n(feel free to expand on this)"
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"content": "“Uh…then…I wish for immortality, photographic memory, and…body augmentation!” \n\nJohn had made his wishes, content with them, he awaits for the lamp to grant them. And in a puff and swirl of smoke, I am informed of the wish conclusion.\n\n“Ah! I guess I should’ve wished for your freedom, huh…wish I could…”\n\nAnd with another puff, I am granted the wish to free the genie.\n\n“Oh! Then, I wish for you to be free.”\n\nAs I wish this, the lamp begins to vibrate. Although my mind went one area, my instincts had taken my body and ran. As the lamp puffs out a great purple smoke. Revealing a blue bodied (think Aladdin Genie) feminine genie. She has a flat chest, defined abs, like your typical muscular woman.\n\nShe looks me up and down and smirks. As she continues observing me, she swirls around in the air and looks at my body at all angles.\n\n“You…look like a nice mortal. Tell me, why is it that you’ve wished for what you’ve done?” \n\n“Well, I’ve wished for what I have to live a long life. If anything, I am worried that there won’t be enough people to rise up and aid others in their time of need. So I wish to help them live their life in any way I can. You’re welcome to join me, if you so desire.”\n\nShe looked at me for a moment, then took out a stamp and stamped my forehead.\n\n“There we go. Now I can find you wherever you are! I’ll live my life for a while, maybe I’ll drop by. And who knows, if you’re still single, I might give you a shot. You’re quite cute. Bet you’d be even cuter if you master your body augmentation…”\n\nShe looks at me once more, biting her lips. Before flying off into the distance.\n\n‘*Did…did she just hit on me…?*’"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] a story about a nerdy monstergirl who has difficulty dealing with stereotypes about her species but can always count on the support of her kind human boyfriend | [
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"content": "Cowgirl (feel like this one might be too obvious) \nStereotypically cowgirls have big milky breasts and are always wanting to be milked. They also are perceived to have a breeding fetish. \nIn reality, they have four stomachs and can't feel full without being stuffed to the point they look pregnant. Most of the extra calories (beyond what a human would consume) is converted into milk supply. \nThis one really likes movies (and movie snacks).\n\nBeegirl (might steal this idea for myself) \nStereotypes are all from the worker bees. The workers are thinner and leaner. The beegirls are sterile except for queens. Obviously workers are hard workers. People don't think queen bees exist. \nShe is secretly a queen bee. She has been dieting to disguise herself as a worker. Queens are hyperfertile. \nShe loves romance mangas. She wanted to find happily-ever-after like her favorite character, hence the disguise."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the jock decided to accept the dare and try to seduce the shy, mousy nerd girl, he had no clue that she was a dominant freak in bed. Not that he's complaining, mind. | [
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"content": "Generic Highschool in Medium Size City USA IS JUST LIKE ANY OTHER American highschool. There are the geeks, the freaks, the jock, the nerds, the teachers, the bitches, and all those in-between. Every year is the same American Highschool experience with proms and Sadie hawking's and the homecoming king and queen. All of this was your typical run of the mill highschool. It was also Sally's third highschool in two years. \n\nSally had been through all the tropes and experience all the different flavors of highschool drama. So when she realized that the local Jock cool kid had made a bet with his dead beat but somehow redeemable friends to turn her from a 0 to hottie just in time for prom she decided to flip the script. \n\nWell not flip it. More like make some crucial edits to make her time more fun and this little jocks time even better. \n\n\n\n\nIt all started after third period during the American highschool 30 min bullshit period. Sally had placed herself in the corner with the nerdiest book on some advice physics topic. That morning she made she to wear her largest glasses and let her hair become a mop. Her shirt was a size too big and featured some corny wolf howling at the moon. Her shorts were cargo with extra pencils. It was the perfect trap to lure in the jock. \n\n\"Hey it's Sally right??\" Said the jock.\n\nShe looked up from her book and made her cheeks blush. Just as she practiced in the mirror that morning she stumbled over her words \n\n\"Oh... Umm .. uhhh \"\n\n\"You don't know your own name\" the jock playfully poked at her with his words \n\n\"Yea it's Sally.. yes I'm Sally you are {Generic Jock Name}. We have third period physics right??\" She cracked her voice to lure him in farther.\n\n\"Haha. Yea but most just call me Matt.. yea 3rd period. Look. I'll be blunt. The coach said I can't play {big American game} this Saturday if I can't pass my test tomorrow. I've been studying but I need a tutor... Could you???\" The jock (Matt) rambled on in the typical fashion. He was not going to fail the test matter of fact he was the top grade in the class. This was all just part of his game to get her to come over and get a 'make over' where they would fall in love and in the third act she gets mad blah blah blah \n\n\"Oh my... But you're the best player... Umm. Ok. Yea my parents aren't home tonight so I have to watch the house. Can you come over at 8?\" She lied. Well not a total lie her parents were gone. But the lie was playing along. \n\n\"Hell yea thanks. I'll see you at 8!\" He gave her a high five and write his number on a paper. He walked away slapping his buds hands \n\nShe didn't even give him her address but somehow this boy would find her place. Four hours was plenty of time to set something up to make his and more importantly her night something way less generic."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Beach handjob F23 | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Vampires have a secret second food source they can survive off of. However most are too shy, proud, or embarrassed to say that it is cum, let alone drink it! Your vampire girlfriend however…has no such qualms. | [
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"content": "Becoming a vampire comes with supernatural beauty, so, for a girl like Luna, it took her from being a knockout to being fatally attractive. Already a cosplayer famous for perfectly inhabiting characters like Jessica Rabbit and Yoko Littner, since she had become a mistress of the night, she was somehow even bustier and even cuter.\n\nOne of her favorite cosplays recently had been Boa Hancock, a role for which she was, ironically, maybe *too busty*, but it was the guise she was in When she waylaid her boyfriend Steve in one of the university hallways.\n\n\"Steve!\" Luna chirped, excitedly, zipping up to him blinding vampiric speed. Her breasts barely had time to jiggle before she was pressed right up against him, squishing her heavy tits against his chest. \"I've been looking for you! I'm... Thirsty,\" She said, already leaving her plump lips down towards his neck.\n\n\"Babe! No... I've got to get to My evening class!\" He said, trying to push her away, but making little headway against her vampiric strength.\n\nLuna pouted. \"Stevie! But I'm so thiiiiirsty... It's making me crazy and I feel like I don't have any energy.\" She not so subtly rubbed her breasts against him, pushing into his personal space and feeling his crotch with her thigh. His big dick was already starting to stir.\" \n\nHe tried to step back. \"I can't be late for class!\"\n\nShe put on a seductive look. \"I'll be quick. And... As fun as it would be for both of us, and as tasty as your blood is, I'll be super happy to get mana *The other way*.\" She winked, giving his crotch a squeeze.\n\nBlushing, her boyfriend suddenly looked around, trying to see if there was anyone else in the halls. \"Okay... I guess, but you have to be fast.\"\n\n\"No prob, babe!\" She said, quickly pushing him into an empty meeting room.\n\nBefore Steve even knew what was happening, he was up against a wall with his super strong girlfriend practically yanking down his pants. She quickly freed his already semi stiff member and gave it an affectionate stroke with her silky hands. He could feel her just barely warm breath on his skin, and he could see that she was popping her tits out of her costume. She took his cock into her cleavage and squeezed it there, still stroking it with her hand. Luna's Giant tits felt heavenly on his cock, but he didn't really have time to savor them, as she kept him in her cleavage, smacking her tits with his dick, only until he was good and hard, and then she took him straight into her mouth.\n\nThe busty vampiress took his cock past her lips eagerly, almost greedily, sucking and bobbing her head on his length, even as she swirled around the underside of his cock with her tongue. Steve was groaning and holding on to her head for support, and she easily bore his weight, as she aggressively sucked his dick. She was starting to moan herself, getting turned on by both his thick, heavy cock on her tongue, and by the fact that she just felt so sexily slutty blowing her boyfriend in a room just off the main hallway of the arts building. She hadn't even fully closed the door! The idea that someone might walk by and see her on her knees sucking her guy off, desperate for his cum turned her on in a unique sort of way. She always loved this, and since she'd been a vampire, she even loved the fact that his cum would be feeding her. And she was *hungry!*\n\nSteve was finding it difficult to stand, as Luna's mouth felt so good on his hard, increasingly eager member. He started to Buck his hips, as he held on to her head, and she let him fuck her face, all while she insistently licked at his crown and sucked him for all she was worth. It wasn't long before he felt himself getting ready to blow, and it was only then that she brought the head of his cock to just past her lips, holding him sealed there, as she licked hungrily at his head with her tongue and stroked him with her hand, looking up at him and begging him with her eyes to cum in her mouth.\n\nSteve exploded, popping like a champagne cork and pumping practically a pint of cum into his vampire girlfriend's hungry, willing mouth. She stroked him with her hand, milking more and more cum out of him, even as she eagerly lapped up and swallowed gulp after gulp of his tasty, vital seed.\n\nLuna closed her eyes in pure ecstasy, a wave of indescribable pleasure, better than an orgasm, washing over her as she felt her slim tummy start to fill with his sperm. She could feel its warmth permeating her, and she could feel her body eagerly absorbing it. Her hand actually went to her bare stomach, and she rubbed her tummy while cooing in delight, her whole body seeming to climax all at once, as she felt herself being filled and fed. She kept stroking and sucking, licking and kissing his cock, as he pumped more and more cum into her mouth, and she swallowed it all with a dreamy expression of almost narcotic bliss. She wouldn't let him go until she'd gotten every drop.\n\nSteve practically collapsed against the wall slumping down, as his girlfriend let him go. He couldn't believe how hard or how much he just came, and he felt like he desperately needed a Gatorade and a nap. He wasn't sure if he'd do any less drained if she actually had taken his blood! His cock was still throbbing with pleasure, even as it started to go soft.\n\nLuna hopped up happily, her breasts jumping and jiggling in on her chest, even as she started to tuck them back into her top. She rubbed her tummy again and smiled, licking the last few drops of tasty cum from her lips. \"Oh my god! Thanks babe! That really hit the spot!\" She leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead, whacking him in the face with her heavy boobs, as she stood up. \"Have a good class, okay!\" She said, perkily, before she zoomed off.\n\nSteve sat on the floor, his legs feeling like jelly, and he could barely manage the strength and focus to tuck his cock away, when he saw the door swing open. He had a feeling class was going to be nap time, *if* he even had the strength to make it across the building..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At an all girls magic school, the ladies either go sapphic or employ the arts of summoning and illusion to satiate their *needs*... | [
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"content": "I sat down on my bed. A spell book in one hand and a magic wand in another hand. The wand was magic in both ways. God, why is this school so horny? Focus. I shimmed out of my skirt and panties and laid down. With the book in front of my eyes, I began to use the magic wand on myself as I chanted the summoning spell.\n\nI saw my dorm changing from the corner of my eye, but I was too focused on not losing myself to self-pleasure. My toes curled as my body writhed with ecstasy. Apparently, that means she is near. There has to be a better way to summon a demon.\n\nThat's when I felt the air in my grow warm. I removed the buzzing magic wand away from myself and found myself no longer in my room but on top of a teacher's desk. Fortunately, it was just me in the room. And the demoness leaning against the door. She was dressed like the Halloween costume version of a headmistress.\n\n\"You summoned me,\" she said, saying it more like a statement than a question.\n\nStraightening myself and closing my legs, I spoke. \"You seem like a very popular demon with the ladies, and I have questions about this magic school.\"\n\nA mischievous grin spread across the demoness's face as she slowly approached me, her eyes filled with something I couldn't quite pin down, but I could tell it was something wicked. \"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A little sorceress playing with fire for the first time. How intriguing.\"\n\n\"I've... masturbated,\" I stammered. Gosh, I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.\n\nThe demoness chuckled seductively, her voice dripping with amusement. \"Oh, my sweet little sorceress, there's no need to be shy. We all had to start somewhere.\"\n\nShe placed her pointed finger on my shoulder. A piece of my sweater jacket and tight blouse (stupid horny magic school and their stupid sexy dress code) burned away. I hunched my legs close to my chest to distance myself and the demoness who obviously skipped the class on personal space. Her eyes locked onto mine. \"Tell me, my curious enchantress, what do you desire to know about this magical campus? The secrets of the school? The hidden pleasures that lie behind closed doors? Mrs. Stonewell's choice in undergarments?\"\n\nI took a deep breath, my confidence slowly returning as I backed away slightly. \"I want to know why everyone and everything in this all-girl magic school is so horny. With how pornographic everything is, it's like a porn writer said fuck subtlety and went all out! Seriously, a magic wand that doubles as a vibrator!\"\n\nThe demoness giggled as she petted my closed legs. \"You're wet.\" \nI didn't think I could blush harder, but I did. \"Dammit, answer the question!\" \nThe demoness got on the teacher's desk, forcing me to lean back and straighten my legs. Her warm hand never left my leg as it crept closer. \"Oh, my naughty little sorceress, you have quite the potty mouth, don't you? But I must say, you're absolutely right. This magic school is a haven for all things carnal, a place where ladies have their needs taken care of.\" \n\"But why like this?\" I breathed. I tried to calm my breath but could feel my off-beat tempo increasing. \nShe trailed her finger along my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. \"You see, my enchanting pupil, magic is intimately tied to desire. A wizard boy wanted to turn his campus into a depraved all-girl magic school. And after some masturbatory magic, he got his wish.\" Her finger plunged into me, and I let out a gasp. \"I think you can guess how that turned out for him.\"\n\nI moaned and squirmed under the demoness's touch, my body betraying my curiosity and desire. Her wicked grin told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me. \"So,\" she purred, her voice oozing with sinful delight, \"seeing as we're in a classroom setting of *your* choice, are you ready to learn?\""
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"content": "*Clink Click Hiss Thunk* \"ow\" \nDammit I need to get that trigger mech... wait did the forest just say ow?\n\n\"who just shot me I was taking a na... oh its a tiny hello there\" the giantess says as she sits up looking at you in that deadpan way a tired woman stares at any man when they wake her up. She was the epitome of goth and redhead perfection with black lipstick, clothes, and pierceings, but intense blue eyes and fiery red hair that matched the drapes as far as you could see from the slight amount shown by the giantess skirt that was partially pulled off her hourglass hips.\nWait why am I perving out about a giantess I JUST SHOT WITH A CROSSBOW? I need to try to de-escalate this before she gets mad and just punishes me herself, wait shes waiting for me to respond but what do I say I was just visually checking her out including looking at what might as well been at her pussy while licking my lips at this perfect in my opinion woman, if she wasnt a giantess that is, but shes still waiting for a...\n\n\"well its rude to not respond but I think I should be more offended by the horn dog stare you just gave my body tiny, do you want a closer look? well I'm not going to let you answer hows this for a view\" The giantess says as she picks you up between two fingers and stuffs you into her panties pressing you into her slightly erect clit with a slight moan\n\n\"w-wait I'm s-sorry\" you say voice muffled by her pussy causing vibrations against her sensitive clit.\n\n\"Oh he speaks now when his face is in my pussy is this what you wanted? to be pressed up against a giantess wet pussy acting as a vibrator for her clit? such a perv you are and I thought you were just a hunter didnt you see me before you shot?\" The giantess asks with as touch of moan in her voice as you voice was still sending shivers up her spine from the vibrations on her clit, and of course you were harder than you had ever been in you life which you knew she noticed\n\n\"I-I was j-just hunting but m-my crossbow mis-misfired and I didnt k-know you were-were he-here\" you say as the pheromones the giantess was letting out were overpowering your common sense and all you wanted to do was service your giantess mommy.\n\n\"oh well thats too bad I was hoping someone had shot my on purpose so I could keep them but I guess I have to let you go since you didnt do it on purpose, I can see that it was a faulty trigger mechanism now that I look at it.\" The giantess says as she takes you out of her panties and puts you back on the ground before standing you up leaving you with blueballs and a wish to be back nearly inside her.\n\nYou let common sense come back before you properly introduce yourself to her and before she leaves she squats down takes off her panties and fingers herself to squirting orgasm causing you to blow you load in your pants as she squirts on you before saying, \"I'm Kacey nice to meet you ill be seeing you again in this exact spot next week and if you don't show up just know ill smell myself on you for months and will be able to find you, see you soon my little vibrator, I hope you enjoy my taste while you wait for our next meeting, oh and keep my panties I cant wear them with squirt on them ill get a rash, sensitive skin you know.\" With that she stands up still dripping and walks off leaving you in the forest with a giant pair of wet lacy black lingere and a new ponds which you are standing in the middle of.\n\n\"Fuck\" you mumble as you realize you were just claimed by a giantess and now had to listen to her or risk being embarrassed in town. She didnt even give you back the bolt that got stuck in her giant nipple meaning you were going to have to buy a new bolt to have a full set again, not that it matter all the wildlife in a twenty mile radius was now gone due to the giantess's movements and marking of you. the traps you laid would have to suffice with the fish you caught today, no fancy veal or boar meat for you this week, or possibly ever again, not that it mattered now."
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"content": "\"You called for me, boss?\" I questioned as I meandered into my manager's office. One hand on my hip, one hand scratching the nape of my neck with my body slumped over slightly. On top of an already tiring day, I ended up getting summoned to the boss's office. Rarely a good sign...\n\nAt least until I looked up and saw present company.\n\nThe boss, his usual cheerful and jolly self, smiled with his rosy cheeks. He appeared to be in a decent mood, which felt more in line with his stereotypically Santa Claus-esque face. Then I saw the cute young thing sitting opposite him, in one of the comfy guest sofas.\n\nJet black hair pinned up high in at the back, pale skin clad in a tight white blouse that hugged her flat chest. A pair of thin rectangular glasses resting upon the bridge of her nose, placed before angular amber eyes that almost seemed to sport a glow. Down her body my sight quickly trailed, making note of a wide set of hips clad in a miniskirt and dark leggings around her plump legs. A small smile appeared on her face as she stood up, hands pressed over her lap all the while.\n\n\"I did. I want you to meet Blake. Our newest analyst. He'll be your new trainee.\"\n\nHe? That's a guy? I never would've guessed that in a million years... what with that soft round face... petite stature... plump, long legs... tiny waist that I could wrap my arms around and... Damn it! My thoughts are getting all weird and inappropriate out of no-where.\n\n\"A-alright. Hey, names Adrian. Nice to meet you.\" I shrugged, extending a hand to my newest co-worker. \"Hope we get along.\"\n\n\"Likewise!\" A beaming smile on his tender, thin lips. His voice was so feminine and chipper, he really sounded like a girl... I got the sudden feeling that things are going to get awkward real fast... As the boss waved us off, I offered chit-chat among small experience-related inquires, trying to gauge how familiar he was with our programs and protocols.\n\n\"So, with the DF-23 document, we make sure to rasterize the format and align it all neat-like...\" I explained to him to the best of my ability, not noticing immediately how close he was. His chin nearly hovering over my shoulder, with one hand resting on my other shoulder... while the other slowly slid down my arm. For some reason I couldn't find it in myself to push away his touch. Besides... there is the remote but possibility he could be completely unaware that he's even doing it. It'd be better to non-chalantly point it out... or perhaps not even acknowledge it myself.\n\n\"Mmhm... a bit hard, isn't it?\" He cooed, almost singing. His voice sparked a fuzzy feeling in my head, as if I was approaching intoxication. Growing a bit dizzy, I slumped back in my chair and fought the urge to fall asleep. \"... and tiring work, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Y-yeah... hey... uhm... you're bit close there, buddy.\" I managed to speak, on the verge of unconsciousness... until my senses suddenly returned to me. Blake had left my side, canceling any semblance of physical touch. My vision sharpened, allowing me complete lucid sight of the office space around me. I felt the air fill my lungs and invigorate my body, the weight of that mysterious exhaustion draining from my form... What the hell just happened?\n\n\"Ah, my bad! I was just trying to memorize it all. Guess I got a little engorged... I mean engrossed!\" He stammered, shyly bowing in apology. \"Are you alright? You look tired...\"\n\nI did feel a little winded... nearly passing out only to spontaneously avoid falling limp and asleep in the middle of work... I only then noticed I was panting and sweating... And it was also at that moment that I noticed a most peculiar detail. \n\nA hefty bulge tenting beneath his skirt. A long lump reaching from his crotch to one of his hips. Seeing the outline of his cock through that tiny black skirt just then made me realize that I was getting excited as well. We were both as hard as steel...\n\n\"I think I might need to... go cool off...\" I admitted, rising from my seat and making my way towards the storage room. It used to be an office, but do to one problem or another, it never managed to reclaim its former status of utilization. It was the perfect place for us to be alone... \n\nWait... 'us'?"
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"content": "^((Decided to do a Master Detective Archives: Rain Code fan-fic, hope that's okay.))\n\nChange was a hard thing to come by in the eternally slick and cryptic streets of Kanai Ward. The ruthless Peacekeepers of the ever-watchful Amaterasu Corporation marched on with watchful eyes. The neon lights pierced shone bright amongst the dower reflections of ever-rippling rain-water. Even with the presence of WDO, the rain continued to fall endlessly. No doubt, the air outside was cold. Forever stained by water and long deprived the warm kiss of sunlight, the streets seemed prompt to freeze over completely at any moment.\n\n\"Master... this is so boring! Let's go out and do something!\" Shinigami groaned longingly. Her violet amorphous spirit tumbling about in the air, defying the rule of gravity Yuma was subject to.\n\n\"Shinigami... you know we can't. Chief Yakou entrusted me with watching over the office...\" He scoffed, closing the hatch as he re-entered the warm embrace of the submarine's heating. \"Besides... what is it you propose we do? We'd probably get harassed by Peace-keepers before a case even turns up.\" Yuma shook off the rain, wiping away the water from his coat and cap before making his way into the central meeting room of the agency.\n\n\"Hmm... I know! We could set up the blondie detective as a peeping tom and see who put him out of his perverted misery!\" Her cheerful voice was obviously at odds with the grim subject matter.\n\n\"No way!\" Yuma shouted internally. He had been bound to Shinigami for a good while now, but she never ceases to amaze and shock Yuma with her demented ideas of entertainment. \"We would be caught up as culprits, as well!\"\n\n\"Obviously I wouldn't reap my own soul!\" Shinigami cackled mischievously, while Yuma brushed his palm along his own throat, a primal discomfort sparking in his nervous system.\n\n\"So that would just leave *me* at the wrong end of your scythe...\" The trainee detective let out a sigh. \"What's with you and murder, anyway?\"\n\n\"Uhm, hello? God of Death?\" She flicked Yuma on the forehead with a single gaseous finger. Naturally, it didn't do much of anything.\n\n\"Right. Stupid question.\" Yuma rolled his eyes, slouching a bit into the sofa.\n\n\"No, but seriously, Master... if you don't find a way to entertain me, I might go out and cause a mystery myself!\"\n\n\"Alright! Alright...! Uhm...\" Yuma scratched his bare, rounded chin. His eyes shifting about as he attempted to formulate and idea. What could he and Shinigami do, while all alone in this submarine? Yuma's sight finally settled on the round, balloon-like shape of Shinigami's spirit. Little more than a purple floating orb of gas and light at the moment. Until the moment when they require her power to access the Mystery Labyrinth, where she assumes the gorgeous form of a human.\n\nYuma gulped, remembering her body with a precise and detailed memory, a necessity for any great detective. He was always caught up in a bind against the Peace Keepers when she would present this form, so he never got the chance to truly appreciate it. But now, with no distractions or diversions, it was all that occupied his mind. Shinigami's simple spectral form offered a knowing grin. Linked to his mind, body and soul, she knew what he was about to ask.\n\n\"Uhm, Shinigami... when we go into the Labyrinth, you change into your... true form I assume?\" He scratched the nape of his neck.\n\n\"Yep\\~! You're wondering if I can do that right now, aren't you? You want to check out a Death God's amazing body, huh?\" Her teasing tone hit right on the money. Yuma's face almost looked splattered in blood with how red it turned.\n\n\"I-I'm just curious, is all... I'd like to know more about you, as my partner...\"\n\n\"Hmmm... just for you, Master...\" She spoke, before the tell-tale glow of metamorphosis flooded the room in ethereal light. Yuma could barely view her as her form perused through a menagerie of colors, but he's seen this event enough times to know more or less the process. Tantalizing as it was, it all happened in a flash, and before Yuma knew it, Shinigami had materialized into her true form. A pale-skinned beauty with lengthy, voluminous two-toned hair tied in two massive braids. \n\nAn incredibly short jet-black dress that left a territory of bare flesh free to view before her skin became hugged by similarly raven-hued leggings. The back of her dress adorned by a huge ribbon, while a smaller white version sat upon her sizable chest, centering between the frills lining her shoulders and bosom. A golden brooch held aloft the wild strands between the hem of her top and the cloth clinging to her neck. Above her blossom-pink eyes was an ebony crown, ebony horns curving inward and tall, and ebony hair-pin adorned with a single lavender jewel.\n\nInstead of posing before the ominous purple portal to an unfamiliar dimension, she sat in Yuma's lap, straddling him and pressing her alluring physique against his build.\n\n\"Sooo\\~? Are you happy, Master?\"\n\nYuma was too awestruck to respond. Plus, his mouth was half-way buried in her chest. The stammering and vertically challenged Yuma nearly drowned in her clevage as his face devolved into a sweaty red tomato.\n\n\"Kyahaha! I'll take that as a *yes*!\" Shinigami's tongue slid past her lips as she peered over her master's stunned and trembling body. She shifted her buttocks softly from one side to the other, grinding playfully upon Yuma's lap with her tight round rump. She felt a lump in his pants form, poking her from below. Seconds passed as she continued to tease him, only to find there was no stop to the steep sensation of growth she felt.\n\n\"W-whoa...! What the...!?\" She sat, eyes widening as she looked down to see a raging, pulsing tent in his shorts. She eagerly fished it from his pants, exposing to the warm air his hidden monster. \"Master... where were you hiding this?\"\n\n\"S-Shinigami... wait... we can't! What if the others get back!?\"\n\n\"Are you kidding? Now you say we can't? You're so mean, Master... showing me *this,* and then wanting to back out!\" Shinigami pouted, slipping down out of the shoulder straps of her dress and exposing her perky, full breasts. \"Time's already stopped! Who cares about Fuzz Head and the others? Just think about your adorable partner right now\\~!\"\n\nAnd Yuma did just that. He allowed Shinigami's voice to flood his ears. He allowed her breasts to smother his lips. He allowed her smile to meet his panting and reddened face for a deep, messy kiss.\n\nYuma couldn't believe it. His first kiss, as far as he knows, taken by a Death God? And probably his virginity, too? Does it even count if it's with a spirit? Questions, concerns and worries flooded Yuma's mind as their tongues danced about... but eventually the storm quieted and the solution to this mysterious maelstrom of emotion emerged.\n\nAfter all they went through, all of the death-defying escapes and dares against danger... even if her affection is simply due to the contract... he had fallen for Shinigami in some capacity. So maybe... it would be alright to indulge?\n\nThe thought lit a fire in Yuma's body. His muscles tensed, his mind became-laser focused and he had unearthed new-found determination and vigor. He grabbed Shinigami by the shoulders and sternly yet gently guided her body to the sofa, pale round behind facing him as he readied himself. Shinigami did not protest or defy, only responding with a gasp of surprise, followed by a pleasured sigh as his head pressed against her dripping moist folds.\n\n\"Master is... so aggressive! I love it...!\" She proclaimed, clutching the fabric of the couch with her black-nailed digits. \"Make my mind and body yours, Master\\~!\"\n\n*(To be continued...?)*"
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"content": "Elliorel found herself tumbling arse over tea kettle down a makeshift slide. The Elven wizard loudly cursed at her teammate, Tia nightshade, lamenting that the human thief had always been overconfident in her trap finding skills. The guys, their orcish cleric Olaf and Minotaur alchemist Mercutio weren't far behind them. Finding the kobald lair hadn't been difficult. Finding the traps had apparently been impossible!\n\n\nEllie tumbled out of an opening and fell through the air for a few moments before landing in a giant pool of water, it was extremely hot! A natural hot spring of some sort. The first thing that she noticed though was the huge crowd in and about the water. There were countless kobalds, but also members of other races! It looked like a veritable panoply of sentient races, and she recognized many of them as adventurers who had set out from town. The second thing that you notice was that they were all involved in various orgies and sex acts! The women were all apparently pregnant, and many of them were even nursing kobald and kobald hybrid babies. The men were busy rutting away with surprisingly sexy kobald women and even with some of the other girls. \n\n\nThere was a pregnant centauress whom Ellie recognized as an archer and town hero. Her belly was so swollen with child that her hooves barely touched the ground, and her breasts had grown to the size of pumpkins. She seemed lost in lewd pleasure, as a couple of kobalds sucked on either of her giant tits while a third little lizard man fucked her cleavage, and a fourth was behind her on a makeshift step ladder humping away at her pussy. She only seemed to moan and encourage them, her hands stroking her own breasts and helping to pour milk into the mouths of the two kobalds who were diligently sucking on her large, stiff nipples.\n\n\nA dark elf lay on some cushions, spread out on her back, her hands roaming over the gravid dome of her hugely pregnant belly, alternately caressing her blimp like tummy or groping her own huge and milk heavy breasts. She was a sorceress of some sort, but she only seemed to be manifesting magic to enhance her sexual pleasure, as kobalds at either end of her fucked her mouth and her pussy, eliciting moans and shrieks of pleasure and delight, as they raced to pump more of their cum into her stomach or her pregnant pussy. Another kobald off to the side of her stroked his surprisingly sizable kobald cock and came all over her body, springs splashes of creamy white seed all over her dark skin. She giddily rubbed it into her skin like fine lotion, squeezing the kobald between her long, shapely legs, in delight, apparently enjoying being splattered with his companion's cum.\n\n\nA large dragonkin was sitting on a pile of pillows, looking like a king, as two kobald women licked at his cock and balls, while one of their companions rode his shaft. Another kobald girl sat astride his face, as he ate her pussy and played with her outsized and pendulous tits. A pregnant cat girl was intermittently kissing his face, even as a half kobald half elf fucked her from behind.\n\n\nA trio of Tiefling assassins were all making out with each other on a large bedspread, kissing and groping at each other, the previously slender femmes fatal all sporting round tummies and massively expanded breasts now swollen with milk, swaying heavily on their chests as they touched each other, their mouths eagerly finding each other's lips or each other's breasts, even kissing each other's bellies, all while a crowd of kobolds and other males seemed to be taking their pleasure of them, freely picking one or another up by the hips and plowing into their pussies even as they kept making out with their girlfriends. The girls seem to love it, indulging apparently insatiable sapphic desires even as they were employed as knocked up free use tarts.\n\n\nAll about the place, there was even more orgyastic chaos going on, more pregnant kobalds, more pregnant adventurers and even townspeople!\n\n\nAnd, at the center of the great circular hot spring she'd just fallen into, Elliorel saw the source of it all. The kobalds had somehow managed to acquire both a true artifact idol of the goddess of lust, and another of the goddess of fertility! A circle of their priestesses was doing some sort of ritual around it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Finally, Rachel had worked up the nerve to try streaking through her apartment building. She’d left her clothes behind, and picked a late time of day where everyone would be inside and not see her. Just her luck the fire alarm rang while she was butt ass naked… | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What happens when the monster under the bed comes back... but his victim is all grown up | [
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"content": " Zyp squirmed and writhed, his mass ungulating and folding in on itself in perplexing fractals. He now started up at the bottom of a bed ready to make another scare. He lived for the thrill. Some monsters just needed to make a paycheck but he could make next to nothing and still come to beds every night just to feel that rush. \n It had been awhile since this particular bedframe. The sturdy oak filled him with nestslgic memories of a little girl crying and screaming. Back then he would often hide under the bed just long enough for the hall light to evaporate his presence just to savor the fear that lingered in the room. How long had it been? One, two months now? Human time was a bit of a struggle to keep track of; too many numbers not enough teeth. \n A thick mass of black and silver tentacles pulled and pushed him out from under the bed without making a sound. Was this the right room? The walls were no longer pink and it was much cleaner than it was before. The princess bedspread was now a rich blue with orange tones. Not worth the trouble. \n Zyp poked his head (A mass of tentacles no more defined then an arm or other assorted appendage) back into the hole beneath the bed, a single red eye peering down at a chart that listed his lineups. Nope, definitely the right room. Strange choices for a child, but humans were strange after all.\n He pulled himself back up and began to boil, his body slithering in on itself and his form growing as he prepared for a scream. Three tentacles slid up the bed and punched the bedding in several places, sliding it free. Bigger. Bigger. Get that size scare!\n Zyp shrunk down, squirming into the corner of the room in a quick silent dash. That was an adult. Adults knew to turn on lights. His hearts were pounding and he slowly pulled himself upright, staring at the woman in the bed. Without the blanket her skin began to dimple with goosebumps. He back was facing Zyp, goodness when did humans go from pajamas to..that? The girl was wearing some kind of black string that had been woven into intricate patterns. (Most of which disappeared into her cracks and crevices.) \n Zyp's body began to sweat, a viscous liquid oozing from every tentacle as he realized this was arousing him. He hovered an arm mass over the girl. His body made an arch and he was now on the other side of the bed, his large red eye moving along her body. Wonderful black hair, plump lips, plumper..why wasn't she covered? He reached up and grabbed her breast. She didn't move. He squeezed and massaged, leaving his sle all over her. The light would make it disappear, as if he'd never been there. His insides stirred and he pulled forward a tentacle with a wide mouth on the end, pushing it to her boob and sucking. His tentacles swelled, clearly excited by the prospect. \n She squirmed slightly on her sleep but didn't move too much. Zyp began crawling into the bed, being sure not to touch her but rather occupying the space around her. He was sweating a lot, the entire bed becoming damp with the syrupy liquid. Her breathing was getting thicker as well. He pushed against her on all sides, risking touching her. He would have to leave soon, he was already pushing his luck. Unless.. Zyp's eye slid through his body and pulled out at her behind. He stared longingly and his body pushed against it, squeezing harder than he should. His eye returned to her face and he reached a single tentacle out, feeling the girls face. How much human time had passed? \n Her eyes opened. Wide. And then her mouth. Zyp panicked, a scream would alert others! More adults! Zyp took his hand and slammed it into her open mouth. Unfortunately for her, Zyp's hand was not truly a hand, it was instead a thick accumulation of tentacles, each about as big around as the strange silicone mass on her nightstand, and when Zyp pushed forward he may have over excreted.\n The girl gagged loudly and slapped at Zyp, two of his tentacles and fought and one had slid clear down her throat. It was warm. Very warm. And ribbed. And… Zyp felt the sweating increase. She was slapping and kicking. Zyp coiled, wrapping around her every limb. It was too late to go back right? Her legs spasmed and kicked but he was much stronger. The fear in her eyes. He watched it escalate. This was a rush. Zyp pulled back from her throat but as soon as he cleared the space she started to scream and he slammed back down. It sent a shockwave through his body. A very pleasant shockwave. Zyp pulled back again and this time she only stole a breath before he pushed back down roughly, his entire body quivering, each tentacle rippling with the unique desire. \n He bagan to start a rythm, pushing and pulling and feeling her throat squeeze him. It was too much, the sensation was overwhelming. Why didn't all monste— His body quivered and squeezed her limbs tightly as a thick bulge pushed down his tentacle. He couldn't think couldn't move could hardly twice as it moved towards her face. The fear in her eyes was palpable, they both watched it push her mouth wider before exploding in the back of her throat. Zyp had been just at the back of her mouth when he seized up and as such the thick white fluid filled her mouth and spurted from her nose as well as the tight spaces around her mouth in just a few seconds. She laid motionless for a moment as he relaxed against her. \n Zyp's body has calmed too quickly for his liking, he wasn't ready for that feeling to be over yet. 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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Want to write something with a superhero and feminization | [
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"content": "A superhero (any one, or a new one). During his last battle with his arch-nemesis, her was struck by a ray gun (I know, bad trope, but stick with me). The villain gets away, and there seems to be no lasting effects.\n\nHowever, when the superhero saves a bus load of people from crashing into the river (again, I know) he finds that his suit feels different.\n\nUpon examination at home, he finds that his chest, previously taut and chiseled, had become softer and somewhat larger. Further, what used to be a \"super cock\" (Very happy ladies), now has shrunk some, along with the massive testicles showing a reduction in size.\n\nChalking it up to getting older, he continues his super ways, but every use of his powers is slowly changing him, more and more, into a woman.\n\nBonus points for reluctance to use his powers to avoid changing. Further bonus points for other fellow heroes making comments about him turning femboy. Massive points for changing sex and orientation, and succumbing to new desires (how's that super pussy gonna work)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She tries to seduce her roommate during weekly movie night. Tonight, she chooses a steamy rom-com and wears basically nothing. Maybe tonight he won't miss her signals. | [
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"content": "They say that the most important things in life aren't free—but love and porn definitely are. Which is great news for me, since I am committed to both. \nI've been single for, well, always, and while I'm not exactly a virgin, my limited sexual experiences haven't provided the answers to the questions my body desperately wants to know. \nSo, I have done the only logical thing a girl in my position could do—committed to a lifetime of masturbation. \nMy routine is simple and, dare I say, artful. Every night, I find a new video that fits the mood I'm looking for and sit back while my trusty vibrator does the rest. After I cum, I let out a sigh, turn off my phone, and drift off to sleep. \nThen, I repeat the process the next day. \nUnfortunately, today is a Saturday, which means it is \"Movie Night\". The one night a week where I hang out with the only person in my life—my roommate, Andre. The thing about Andre is, that he's totally, incredibly out of my league. And hot. So hot. \nThis presents a major problem given my aforementioned lifestyle of sexual addiction. I have needs, damn it! Needs that Andre keeps igniting with every brooding gaze and accidental muscle peek he dishes out. I think the term for my specific brand of torture is horny rage. And he's going to experience it if he keeps this shit up. \nTonight's agenda? I picked out a rom-com I've seen before, but this one has a few particular scenes that really spoke to me. With any luck, Andre will find some interest in them, too. I make my way downstairs where Andre is setting up snacks. He turned on the movie himself already. It is becoming routine for us at this point. Every week he cooks, and I clean. We spend four hours watching a film and just being in each other's presence before retreating back to our lives of, well, me jerking off alone while Andre presumably does anything other than jerk off. \nSpeaking of which... Damn. Andre looks downright unfair. Just his presence is making my core pulse with yearning and lust. The very nature of our routine meant that there was a lot of lounging around the living room we shared. He's wearing loose black sweatpants with a gray sweater that really compliments his frame. He's about average height, maybe a little above average, but damn if I don't like to make it seem like he's absolutely towering over me. I've worn something that makes sure of that. Short shorts and a tank top that shows the ample cleavage I was blessed with. \nIt doesn't hurt to put myself out there a little. To play into Andre's innate desire for sex that, with some proper nudging, might awaken him to the sexual fantasy before him. But I have a bad habit of getting...frustrated with his denseness. So, I figured I would escalate things to ensure this didn't happen again. Everything's set up, a sexy movie, a sexy outfit, and with any luck he won't find me too fat. It took me so long to work up the confidence to wear something like this, and his opinion is the only one I'm worried about. \n\"Hi,\" I wave awkwardly towards Andre as he sets the last of our usual plates of food on the coffee table before us. Nachos and M&Ms, with a couple bottles of Mountain Dew on the side. He grabs his controller and turns up the volume for the television slightly. \nAndre waves with a kind smile, but I sense a little coldness, \"Hey you.\" He pats the spot beside himself, \"C'mere, check this out...\" I walk towards where my designated couch cushion is and, as always, sit down next to the unreasonably handsome man before me. I try my best not to seem eager or excited, even as the all-to-familiar beginning scenes of the sex-heavy rom-com appear in front of us. He holds out his large, firm arms. Oh, god...they're so strong! I try not to stumble as he picks me up with ease, letting my head rest gently on his chest. His torso is as firm as his bicep. Damn! I really wished I knew more about fitness or muscles so I knew what to say besides \"That's a nice body\" or \"Damn, your muscles feel hard\". \n\"You're alright with this, right?\" \nI blink quickly, \"Y-yeah...sure!\" I struggle not to stammer in response. \nAndre grins, \"Cool. Your turn to pick movies...\" His hand comes to the top of my head to ruffle my hair. I'm practically blushing profusely. He's the only white guy I've ever let mess with my curls. Of course, Andre's the only guy at all who's messed with them, period. Still, the gesture warms my insides enough to make my pussy damp. \nI've seen the start of this movie enough times I know how it goes, word-for-word. Which is great, because I've got bigger problems. My arms and legs are covered in goosebumps. Butterflies float and dance inside my stomach, and my pussy is starting to drip in my panties. I keep glancing at him, trying to will my heart into a more normal rhythm, and attempting to silence the thoughts circling my mind. \nAll of this happens before a scene even has a chance to begin. As Andre returns his focus to the screen, my eyes stick to him. I see him lick his soft, inviting lips and I stifle a sudden breath. I scan his arms—the massive biceps and strong hands that hold me. Then I spot his hands and I start to imagine them against me. Stroking my curves, and fingering my clit. Or better yet, his strong, tall body, pinning mine to a mattress as his thickness takes me as it pleases. \nAt that moment, I know—all it would take is for him to utter those few perfect words, and I'd break apart, falling into him. It's those thoughts, and more, that play through my mind as the film progresses. I watch and listen for the things he finds funny or engaging, and file away that information for the next movie night. However, as the sexual parts of the movie escalate, my core heats up with each passionate moan. Soon, my nipples are clearly visible, poking from beneath my thin tank top. With each breath, each movement, each time I adjust my legs, I'm reminded of the flood happening beneath the thin, soaked cloth of my panties. \nResting against his warm chest I look down at his crotch, and...am surprised to see a noticeable bulge hidden deep within his sweat. \nMy heart stops. He's aroused. This beautiful, gorgeous man that I've had countless fantasies about, is hard for me. Suddenly, I'm completely and utterly frozen. My feet go numb, my arms are ice blocks, and my throat is so dry I swear I can't breathe. \nAll the while, the movie continues to play in front of us. Two lovers embracing. Hands roaming each other's bodies. Teasing and taunting. Eventually, clothes fall to the floor and they are left with only their bare skin. I can't help but wonder if Andre is enjoying the display. Does he feel the same rush of excitement that I do as we watch the two lovers grind and grope each other? \nAs the lovers progress on screen I casually allow a hand to fall on his thigh. He doesn't even flinch at the touch. It takes everything in me not to trace his growing bulge with my fingers. Instead, I relish in the warmth and firmness of his body. My hand glides up and down his leg, slowly moving toward his center with each stroke. He's rock solid, and I bet it hurts, too. I want to touch it. To kiss it and relieve it for him. \nA tiny whimper leaves my throat and he looks at me questioningly. \nShit! Was I too obvious? Did he finally catch on to my plans? My heart races as he stares at me with an inquisitive stare. His eyes dip to where my hand lays inches away from his erect member, then back up to mine. Does he actually understand what I'm doing or do I just look desperate? \nMy eyes go wide with fear, \"What?\" My voice trembles. \nHe raises a brow, a strange smile playing at his mouth. \"Nothing...\" Then he turns back towards the screen. \"Just enjoying the movie.\" \nI watch the lovers, too, for a moment. As I do, I'm aware of the pulsing between my legs, the intense warmth that has flowed and intensified throughout my most private, sensitive flesh. And more than anything, the longing to become one with the man seated beside me. \nI continue caressing him but add pressure now. It's time. There is no going back. If he turns me down now I'll die. I stroke ever closer. My fingertips touch the fabric, feeling the girth pressed underneath. He doesn't tell me to stop. As we keep watching, I graze my palm across its rigid shaft, and I move my hand away the slightest bit. But then his hips pivot, pushing him into my touch. A silent request for me to keep going. His cock is now so hard. He throbs and writhes. \nI look up at his face as I slide my hand inside his sweatpants. He keeps intently focused on the movie. Is he just pretending to watch, too caught up in the thrill of the experience? Or is this something that he truly enjoys? I wrap my fingers around his erection and squeeze as gently as possible. \nA grunt escapes his throat. It's raw and masculine. It sounds just like something from the movies I enjoy so much. The sheer size and girth of his cock makes me stifle a whimper."
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"content": "I don't know how the spell went wrong. It's really embarrassing too, because everyone at school thinks I'm just some rich blonde bimbo, no matter how much I try to prove I'm talented with magic. I looked at some novelty sex spells, and I decided to design my own! This one was for a shadow magic dildo. I decided to enhance it with a bit of transmutation and some other stuff, so that it would be even better! It was supposed to be, normally, a pink dildo that squirts whipped cream. With the shadow magic, you were supposed to be able to get some sensation through it, but I wasn't sure how much.\n\nI spontaneously figured out some enhancements that would make it even better. So, while my roommate is in the shower, I figured she might want to fool around, like we did sometimes, and I cast the spell!\n\nI could immediately tell that something was off... It didn't feel like normal illusion magic, even when it's affecting your senses, and my clit was throbbing! It felt like I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life, and my clit practically ached. I could tell that it was getting super hard, and it even felt like it was getting harder than it possibly could. I struggled out of my panties, a pair of pink boy shorts, and I saw that my clit was growing. I squirmed in place on my bed, wanting to touch it but feeling like it was too sensitive, and I watched as my clit grew bigger and bigger, it got thick and long, and soon it looked a little bit like a cock! And it was still growing! I touched it, and the feeling was almost electric. I couldn't take my hands off my expanding clit, and I even started to stroke it, as it went from a tiny little slightly phallic clitoris to a thick and hefty cock, it's silky skin stretched bigger and bigger in my hand s until it felt hot, hard, and heavy, practically throbbing with need.\n\nI started to stroke it uncontrollably, faster and faster, my g cup tits jiggling in my bra as I whacked off. I normally wouldn't have thought about them so much, but I suddenly felt an indescribable sense of lust looking at my own breasts. I started to grow up them with my other hand, I couldn't help but love it. My new clitty cock felt even better though, and I assume felt like something was happening. It was like an orgasm but very sharp and concentrated just in my crotch. It was like the hardest clitoral orgasm I ever experienced, and suddenly I felt some kind of liquid! Thick spurts of thick white cream started spurting out of the tip of my cock. It was definitely a cock now, at least six or seven inches long, thick and hefty in my hand, and cumming buckets!\n\nI sprayed cum all over my own stomach and tits, even getting myself in the face. It was thick and smooth, and it smelled of vanilla. I licked the cum off of my lips, and it tasted like sweet cream. It had the texture of very smooth cum though... Not that I was super experienced with cum or anything! I just have, you know, casual familiarity with semen. I'm not nearly as slutty as people think I am!\n\nMy brand new cock was still pretty hard, and the thought of my own sluttiness seemed to be making it harder again. I scooped up some of the cum off of my stomach and, I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I licked it from my hand. It was a weird urge, but some part of me loved the idea of me eating cum, and it was delicious, after all. Unthinkingly, I wiped up more of it from my body, and I licked my hand clean again. I lifted my big breasts up to my lips, and I licked and sucked them clean, savoring my sweet, delicious seed... I wasn't even sure where these thoughts were coming from! I changed out of my panties and I tossed on an oversized T-shirt.\n\nI was just about to get another pair of panties, when my roommate, Tessa, walked in.\n\n\"Oh my god, Jessica, you wouldn't believe how much lab work the alchemy professor gave us tonight...\" She said, as she started to towel dry her dark hair.\n\n\"I know, right? I... Whoa!\" My breath practically caught in my throat, as I looked at Tessa. I'd always thought she was sexy, but for some reason, my libido seemed to be running out of control all of a sudden. I couldn't stop staring at her. Tessa wasn't as tall as I was, but she still had really nice long legs, and her skin was super pale. She had kind of a goth thing going on, which was always a nice contrast to the tan blonde aesthetic I had. Her skin looked like marble, and her thighs looked thick and luscious. She was a bit more willowy than I was, And I only just noticed how her tiny waist really did contrast with her wide hips. I kind of wanted to grab her hips, to grope her perky butt all of a sudden. Her hips weren't even as wide as mine, but they still look like good... Childbearing hips? And her boobs! Sure, my g cups were bigger, but her double D's were nice and plump and perky, and I just wanted to suck them and feel them and... Oh my god! I could feel myself getting hard again, and I shrieked out loud, as I tugged down the front of my shirt, covering my crotch.\n\nI still couldn't even stop thinking about boobs, even as Tessa suddenly looked at me, her big blue eyes all full of confusion, as she gazed through the wet locks of her dark black hair. \"Jess? You okay?\"\n\nI could feel myself blushing. \"Yeah! Yeah... I'm, like, totally fine.\" I desperately looked around for a pair of sweatpants or something that I could throw on all the while I was trying to keep my crotch covered. Jess was just wearing a pair of black cotton panties and a black tank top that barely concealed her tits, and I could see her nipples poking into it, and I could suddenly feel myself getting wet, and hard, and full of... Feelings!\n\nTessa could probably see how hard I was blushing, and she certainly seemed to notice the way that my own nips were poking through my t-shirt, because she smirked and came over to me, giving one of my boobs a quick honk. \"Why are you looking at me like that?\" She teased. \"I thought you and Hunter had a date last night?\" She brought her face close enough to mine that I could smell her conditioner *and* her lip balm. She looked up at me, and she squeezed my breasts again, with both hands. \"If he didn't get a chance to appreciate these, then maybe I could?\"\n\nOh my God! She did want to fool around again, and I suddenly felt part of me poking her. My cock was bumping into her stomach, and We both looked down. Our tits were blocking the view, at first, but she stepped back and looked at where I was holding my hands on my shirt.\n\n\"Did you get a new toy!?\" She chirped, always more chipper than someone is goth as her ought to be. \"Let me see!\"She said, going to lift up my shirt.\n\n\"Noooo!\" I cried, too late. Tessa gasped, as she looked at my thick, pink cock. My life was over. The school's hot girl now had a cock just above her pussy, and there was no way Tessa wasn't about to scream."
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"content": "I looked at the straw I had drawn. It was definitely the shortest. \n\n“How about we take turns?” I suggested. “We still have like seven days of vacation left - that is a long time to be free use for four guys,” I complained. \n\nThe eight of us had been friends forever. We had inter-dated and even experimented with some small group stuff. We had all fucked each other at some point. I didn’t mind fucking the guys - or the ladies - just the idea of being free use for the next seven days just seems excessive. After all - all of the ladies had lost the bet not just me. \n\nThe other ladies giggled. \n\n“Nope. It is all yours,” Cindy chided me. The other two agreed with her. \n\nI could already feel the guys stripping off my bikini with their eyes. Jason’s eyes lingered wantonly at my chest - he was a boob man through and through. Tim was discretely trying to push his boner down with the palm of his hand. Sam catch my eye and gave me a nod with a little smile. Steve couldn’t stop giggling - he was easily the least experienced of the bunch. \n\n“Fine. Fine,” I said defeated. “Starting tomorrow, though. I am going to enjoy my empty bed tonight,” I said with a little smile. The thought of the four boys using me was getting me excited - no matter how much I protested. \n\nThe next morning I was in the shower when there was a knock at my door. I had just gotten in the shower and hadn’t even got my hair wet yet. I hoped and wrapped myself up in the white hotel house coat. \n\nI answered the door. Jason was standing there in his house coat with a smile. He gave me a wink and stepped inside before I could say anything. Closing the door behind himself. He dropped his robe and walked over to the bed. \n\nJason was a muscle head - always has been. The muscles in his back rippled as he walked. His tight toned ass - flexed deliciously with each step. His arms were a bit veiny for my liking - but strong and sculpted. \n\nHe sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide - his cock already hard. He curled a finger to beckon me over. \n\nI dropped my robe. His smile became even wider as he looked my naked body up and down. He lingered on my perky tits. I walked over and stood between his legs - water was still dripping off of my from my failed shower attempt. \n\nHe put his hand on my hips and pulled me in close. I could feel his hard cock on my thighs. He kissed my tits. Licking and sucking on my nipples. Twirling them with his tongue. His rough calloused hands palming my breasts as he squeezed them. He pushed the nipple around with his tongue - moaning slightly as he did so. \n\nHe sloppily sucked on my breasts. He covered them in kisses as he explored them with his finger tips - leaving nothing untouched. Teasing me. Kissing me. \n\nHe put his face between my tits and then squish my boobs together - burying his face in my deep cleavage. He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. \n\n“I want to fuck your tits,” he whispered. \n\nI slowly lowered myself to my knees - letting my boobs rub all the way down his body. Over his shoulders. Down his chest. Over his tight flexing abs. I stopped only when his hard cock was between my tits. \n\nI looked him in the eyes as I squished my toys around his cock. I slowly jerked him off with my tots as he moaned. I stopped to spit down my cleavage - I worked that spit around his cock with my hand - then squished him between my tits again. \n\nHe started thrusting his hard cock into my tits - his abs showing off his six pack as he grunted. I stared up into his eyes as he thrusted away. \n\n“Uuuugh, fuck!” He yelled as his head lulled back. His cock pumping a massive hot load between my tits. I stroked him a few more times with my toys before taking him in my mouth. I sucked the dipping cum off of his cock - polishing his tip until he begged me to stop. \n\nHe was panting on my bed - his legs spread. \n\n“Get out of here,” I said with a smile a jerk of my head. “I need a shower.”\n\nHe gave me a little slap on the ass as he went by. He put on his robe and headed out the door. \n\nI got back into the shower. I washed the cum from between my tits - reviling in the memory of his cock between my tits. \n\nThere was a knock at the door. \n\nI am never going to finish my shower at this rate. \n\nTim and Stacy were at my door. Both in their robes. They walked in before I could say anything. \n\n“She is free use for everyone!” Stacy said. \n\n“No! For the guys. You ladies lost the bet,” Tim said with his hands on his hips. \n\n“What’s going on?” I asked. \n\n“I came here for some of that sweet free use tongue,” Stacy said with a purr. “And Tim here says only the guys can use you.” \n\nThey both stared at me expectantly with their hands on their hips."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A princess in a steampunk setting goes on a saucy adventure with her street rat friend... | [
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"content": "**The Gear That Fit: Jasmine and the Steamwork Lamp**\n\nIn the gilded corridors of the royal palace of Aetherabad, I, Princess Jasmine, lived a life of copper-plated isolation. As gears turned and steam billowed outside, my life was a series of diplomatic functions and royal events—a never-ending \"cocktail party,\" if you will. But what's a cocktail party without the right mix?\n\nThen, in a gust of steam and splendor, Prince Ali entered my life. His steam-powered carpet glided as smoothly as a seasoned seducer. At first glance, he seemed like just another royal fop; his entire ensemble was practically screaming \"overcompensation.\"\n\nStill, there was something different about Ali. He wasn’t interested in showing off his mechanical armaments or talking about his airship's size. No, he spoke of innovations that would make the lives of Aetherabad’s citizens better—how refreshing, a man who cared about community service.\n\nWhen we were alone, he showed me his blueprint for a new type of airship that would distribute food and essential supplies to the less fortunate. \"It’s not the size of your invention that matters, but how you use it,\" he said, winking. My gears didn’t just turn; they practically whirred.\n\nBut then, Jafar, our chief engineer who always had a wrench up his sleeve, revealed Ali's true identity—he was Aladdin, a commoner. Betrayed and confused, I confronted him. \"Were you just another 'tool' trying to fit into a royal bolt?\" I asked.\n\nAladdin looked remorseful, and before he could explain, chaos erupted. Jafar, now transformed into a monstrous hybrid of man and machine, seized control of the palace. His newly summoned Steamguard army was more \"equipped\" than ever, yet their gears moved to a darker rhythm.\n\nCornered and desperate, Aladdin made an audacious wish—granting free will to Jafar's mechanical minions. I have to admit, it was a move as bold and exciting as a clandestine rendezvous in a boiler room.\n\nWith Jafar's forces in disarray, he made his final desperate wish, transforming into a monstrosity of metal and malice. But as Aladdin pointed out, Jafar had made himself too complex, too ambitious. \"You've outgrown your own 'chassis,' Jafar,\" Aladdin quipped. Just like that, Jafar imploded, his gears and pistons bursting in a shower of hot metal.\n\nVictorious but humbled, Aladdin turned to his Genie and made his final wish, setting him free. Genie grinned like a man about to enjoy his newfound 'operational freedom.'\n\nAladdin turned to me, his eyes as genuine as raw copper. \"I may not be a prince, but I can promise a life that’s never boring. What do you say, Jasmine? Will you be the gear that fits into my crazy machinery?\"\n\nLooking at him, I realized he had the one quality that truly mattered—a genuine, loving core beneath all the gears and cogs.\n\n\"Aladdin, not only am I in, but I promise, we'll make this machinery run like it’s never run before.\"\n\nAs our lips met, it was evident—two souls had meshed, as perfectly as the finest gears in the most splendid clockwork mechanism. And in that moment, I knew this was a love that would power the happiest tale ever told in the steamy, gear-driven world of Aetherabad."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (inc) Thirty years of marriage—gone. The last thing that is motivating him to keep going is his 25 year old daughter who look identical to his wife when they were young. One night, his door slowly creaked open. "Daddy, I found these going through mom's belongings." She said wearing her lingerie. | [
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"content": "“M-Mary!?? What are you doing-….”\n\nWith shaky hands Mary’s father adjusted his glasses. The sight nearly stopped his heart as his daughter came closer.\n\n‘Found?…’\nHe said knowing exactly where he laid the piece.\n\nAcross his wife’s side of the bed while going through her things.\n\n“Found” Mary smiled coming even closer. Not shy about being between her fathers legs. Standing before him, letting him take in the sight of her.\n\nShe certainly had her mothers best features. A young lady in her prime. \n\n“Daddy?”\nThe soft loving voice took him out of his trip down memory lane.\n\n“I know you miss her… I know she did this for you. So let me….”\n\nMary began gettign down on her knees. Keeping her eyes on her father.\n\n“If that’s ok?” \n\nThe bulge in his pants was evident, still he said nothing. \n\n“Daddy…let me be her. Use me tonight… like you need.”\n\nThis was enough.\nTwo sets of hands working together to undo the belt. Zipper pulled and Mary watched as her father presented what was definitely a manhood deserving to be pleasured.\n\n“I love you…”\n “I love you to Mary”\n\n\nTwo soft hands. First to feel the size and warmth, then to stroke and watch it grow harder.\n\nIt was amazing what her mother could handle. Truly a gifted woman. Mary wasted no time showing her father that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.\n\nLips tight around that bulbous red tip. Throbbing in the mouth. Being greeted by a tongue that desired to worship its maker.\n\nHis scent was intoxicating. The both of them closing their eyes and accepting the taboo enjoyment they found.\n\nHearing the woman you raised now moaning with your cock in her mouth isn’t something that should happen… \n\nBut to pull away now would be denying the both of you the chance to heal after a loss.\n\nIt was felt in the way Mary gave it her all. Stroking and sucking. Fondling her fathers balls.\n\nIt was a passion that she’d never felt before putting on this outfit.\n\nFeeling like she was her mother. Feeling like she could find connection with her father this way.\n\nShe’d do anything to ease the pain. She knew her father doesn’t all he can to hide his sadness. His loneliness, frustration, and sexual needs.\n\nHer father was a good man…and he needed her.\n\n“Call me by her name daddy…”\nShe gasped between rubbing her tongue up and down his shaft.\n\nThrough clenched teeth she heard immediately “Sarah!”\n\nMary’s skin tingled and her need to suck him grew.\n\n“Sarah! Omg I love you!” Her father growled. Mary never said a thing back while he began thrusting in his chair. \n\nShe felt him deeper. Doing the best she could to throat him.\n\nIf she could speak ofc she’d express her love.\n\nFor now…for tonight it seems this will suffice.\n“Fuck I’m cumming Sarah!!” \n\nHands gripped her head and Mary understood to hold still.\n\nThe final few thrusts were given to her. Leaving his chair to make sure he went as far as he could. Saliva dropped down his balls. Against his lovely daughters chin.\n\nCumming hard and staying there. Feeling her swallowing. Hands rubbing his legs. Tears for the both of them.\n\n\nSitting back down exhausted…\n\nMary followed him onto his lap.\nKisses and hugs. Crying and silence.\n“I love you Mary… \nI love you to daddy”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Who would win: a crippling fear of the ocean, or the finest ass you've ever seen? | [
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"content": "Her name was Penny. It was the sweetest, most innocent name I had ever seen associated with such a seductive succubus of a woman.\n\nI first saw her at the market buying fish at my stand. I tried making a witty remark, but the see-through top and tight jeans she was wearing had essentially shut down my brain. She smiled at me, but walked away to the beat of my pounding heart while I breathlessly tried to find words for her.\n\nA week later she returned. I had recovered from my initial shock and this time she wore more clothes. I managed to make her laugh and asked if we might be able to hang out sometime. She refused to give me her phone number, but she did tell me that she'd be going to the beach on Saturday. She told me where to be and what time.\n\nI was speechless and watched helplessly as she walked away again. I would have paid money to watch her walk to and from my stand all day though. The way her backside moved as she walked was hypnotic.\n\nAll night that Friday I agonized over the invitation. She was, without a doubt, the most incredibly gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Her dark brown hair swayed and shimmered as she walked. Her petite, supple body was athletic yet just curvy enough. I loved watching her velvety lips as she spoke, wondering how they would taste. I wanted to hold her face in my hands...\n\nScrew it. I hadn't been to the beach in 20 years but this girl was worth it. I dug out a pair of swim trunks that had only ever been worn in hotel pools despite living so close to the ocean, and I went to bed with my heart pounding as I dreamed of seeing Penny on the beach.\n\nI arrived a little before she had said she'd be there. It was 9am and the breeze was cool. I could smell the saltwater as I got out of my car. It felt like sand was already finding its way into my hair. I took a blanket and towel and my water bottle and walked toward the beach. Tension grew in my mind. The last time I had been here I watched my father die on the shore, blood oozing from his mouth, chunks of his flesh missing.\n\nI shuddered. As long as I didn't get in the water it would be fine.\n\nI spread the blanket on the sand and buried the edges in the sand a little, hoping to keep it from blowing away. I sat down and stared out at the water feeling short of breath and terrified.\n\nBut then I saw her. Penny. She was already out in the water, her incredible smile beckoning me to join her before someone else noticed how beautiful she was. She spotted me and waved and I nervously waved back. She motioned playfully for me to join her and my heart nearly stopped.\n\nCould I? Time nearly stood still as I watched her in slow motion, her hands seeming to pull me toward her. Each heartbeat echoed in my head, minutes apart, the ground swirling below me like a vortex ready to pull me into an early grave.\n\nI took some deep breaths and decided I would either get this girl or I'd die trying.\n\nI got up and ran. I probably looked foolish. I had to run. I couldn't walk because I'd never make it there. My whole body tried to go rigid when I first stepped into the water. I pushed through. I kept running, or trying to, fighting the weight of the water, falling forward and propelling my way toward her. She stood in water that went up to my bellybutton and cheered when I arrived where she was.\n\n\"I'm so glad you made it!\" she said.\n\n\"I'm...\" I shivered. \"I haven't been in the ocean for a long time...\" I stuttered nervously.\n\n\"I can tell,\" she said. \"You look terrified.\"\n\nI laughed nervously. \"I am,\" I said.\n\n\"Let's see if we can make some better memories for you.\"\n\nI nearly jumped out of my shorts when I felt her hand on my waist. She pulled me in close and stood on her toes to reach my face. She looked into my eyes and brushed her lips gently against mine. My chest was pounding furiously. I shook uncontrollably. But when she kissed me I felt as though I could collapse.\n\nI reached up and held her face, just as I had imagined, and I gasped when I felt her hand slide into my shorts. She gripped my balls gently while we kissed and my erection grew along the length of her forearm. Eventually she slid her hand up and began stroking, her kisses growing hungrier and more passionate. She pulled one of my hands down and slid it along her flat belly toward her bikini bottoms so I slipped my hand inside.\n\nShe was smooth and wet, obviously, but it wasn't just from the ocean water. I could feel her slippery juices on my fingers as I rubbed and fondled her. She shuddered and let out a little whimper.\n\nI was hard. In fact, I hadn't been that hard in ages. I couldn't remember the last time I had sex. My heart raced as she pulled my shorts down and untied her bikini bottoms. She wrapped her arms around my neck, still kissing me aggressively, the wet bikini hanging from her hand and resting against my back. The water dripping from it sent a shiver down my spine as she wrapped her legs around my waist and lowered herself toward my cock. I reached down to guide it in and we both moaned as I slipped in.\n\nShe froze for a moment, then used her powerful legs to pull herself down on me. I was in deep, and it felt incredible. She was so tight and warm. She moved up and down, gently stroking the length of my shaft while I held her waist and helped pull her down harder at the bottom of her stoke. Each thrust felt like it was pumping pleasure into a balloon that would soon burst.\n\nSomething about the situation aroused her as well, I could tell. She was trembling and excited. She began pumping faster, moaning loudly over the sounds of the surf. I could feel her constricting around me everywhere, everything tightening as she grew closer and closer to orgasm.\n\nI was getting close too. I whispered to her, \"I'm going to cum,\" wondering if she'd prefer to finish me some other way, but she kept going.\n\n\"I want you to cum inside me,\" she moaned. I pulled her hips in closer with each thrust, and each one felt like she was getting tighter. With one final thrust she cried out, \"Oh yes! That's it!\" and I felt her pulsing against my cock. I held her waist tight and felt my own orgasm building until finally I exploded, my body twitching a little each time I pumped my load deep within her. She leaned back, relying on my hands to keep her in place while she basked in the tingling delight of the orgasm.\n\nShe came back in close and we kissed. What even was this? We hardly knew each other, yet it felt like we were just barely getting started on a wonderful adventure."
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"content": "“It is officially too hot in here…”\n\n“Don’t worry the guys coming tomorrow to check the AC…”\n\nDean sat on the bed and watched his wife, Alison, quickly lose her clothes. \n\n“Ugh I can’t even wear my new PJs. They’re so cute too.”\n\nDeans not listening. He’s just ogling his wife’s body. The way her ass looks in those panties that are just a little snug and the sweat slowly dripping down the back of her long, tan legs. After a quick trip to the ladies room to take off her make up, she crawls into bed. Dean swings his legs up and pulls the covers over him. Only a few seconds pass before his wife speaks up again. \n\n“This sucks. I’ve been in bed two seconds and I’m covered in sweat.”\n\nShe sits up and unhooks her bra. She slides it off and tosses it towards the pile of her other clothes. She lays back and shimmy’s her panties off and tosses those to the side. \n\n“That’s a little better…”\n\nShe turns on her side and scoots closer to her husband. \n\n“You’ve seen me naked a hundred times Dean…”\n\n“I’ve seen the sunset a hundred times too and I still love the view.”\n\n“Yeah but sunsets don’t make you hard. It’s hard enough to sleep with the heat, I don’t need you poking into me all night.”\n\n“Sorry, I can’t tell it what to do.”\n\nHe begins to slowly rub her hip as he lays his face against the nape of her neck.\n\n“It’s too hot can’t you wait a day…”\n\n“We’re just cuddling hun.”\n\nAlison sighs with a smile as Deans crosses her stomach. \n\n“This is very hands on cuddling…”\n\n“Sorry?”\n\n“Don’t apologize…that’s the best kind.”\n\nShe rolls over so their fronts are against each other. They begin to kiss as his hand cups her breast and gives it a light squeeze. His bulge presses against her bare pussy and she gently bites his lower lip. \n\n“The pants need to go Dean.”\n\nShe slides under the covers. After a few seconds and bit of rustling around she comes back on top of Dean and tosses his sweats and boxers to the floor. She backs up a little so his shafts is right against her lips. \n\n“Sooo much better.”\n\nThey begin to kiss again. Their hands travel the others body like a hiker trekking a well traveled trail. Occasionally one of the moves their hips just a little to illicit a noise from their spouse. The heat is no longer jsut from the busted AC. Suddenly, Dean feels cum travel down his bare shaft and Alison lays her head on his chest. Alison moves around a little making she all of his cock feels her warm juices. \n\n“You’re so good Dean…”\n\nShe yawns and closes her eyes. \n\n“You’re even better Ali.”\n\n“Tell me that in the morning after you fuck my brains out.”"
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"content": "I sighed deeply as I closed the door behind me. I set down my laptop bag and my shoulders slumped. What an absolutely shit week. Thank god it was Friday. I could look forward to two whole days without having to give a shit about my shitbag co-workers. And...\r\n\n\"Hi, honey! How was your day?!\"\r\n\nA pair of thick, muscular arms wrapped around my neck, and I found my field of vision filled up by a huge pair of soft, plump, emerald-green tits. I leaned into the hug, and wrapped my arms around my girlfriend's waist. After a while, I let go and looked up at her face. I smiled. It was thin and pale, but it was a smile. The sheer look of joy, the sparkle in her big, black eyes, the broad grin on her full lips, it never failed. I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed her. She looked back down at me, and her grin turned into a look of pity. \r\n\n\"That bad, huh?\" She shrugged and smiled again. \"Don't worry. I know just the thing to cheer you up. Just go wait in the living room.\" With that, she let me go. I looked on as she walked away, watching the hard cords of muscle in her ass and thighs play under her tight jeans. God, I love that woman. \r\n\nI slumped into the big, stuffed armchair and waited. I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes. I slowly felt the stress of my week beginning to slip away. Then, I heard the click of high-heeled shoes and opened my eyes, just in time to watch my girlfriend walk into the room again. She was a vision in red. Red stiletto heels, red stockings, red garters and garterbelt, red microskirt that covered absolutely nothing, and a red cupless bra. A red collar around her neck finished off the ensemble. She walked over to me and knelt in front of me.\r\n\n\"Would you like me to make you feel good, Master?\" she purred, as she began to unbutton my jeans.\r\n\n\"Please do.\" I responded, as I readjusted my seat, before groaning slowly as she ran her rough, catlike tongue along my balls and up the length of my shaft. I could both hear and feel her moaning too, the sound being muffled as she took the tip of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.\r\n\n\"Mhmmm... HRRK!\"\r\n\nHer moan turned into a gag and her eyes widened as I grabbed her head and pushed it down, pressing the full length of my rod into her mouth, not stopping until the head hit the back of her throat. I looked down at her, listening to her choke on my length. \r\n\n\"Good girl.\"\r\n\nI relinquished my grip and she slid off my cock, gasping for air. She looked up at me, licking her lips, her eyes gleaming.\r\n\n\"Thank you, Master. Would you like to fuck my slutty little throat some more?\"\n\nI would, actually. I rose to my feet, steping out of my pants, while she planted a soft kiss on my ballsack. I wrapped my hand around her hair, taking it in a firm grip, and walked behind her. She smiled and leaned back, grabbing her ankles and opening her mouth wide. I smiled, before stepping in and plunging my self balls deep in her eagerly waiting throat. My free hand wandered across her front, feeling the ripple of her hard, toned abs, and the contrast betweein them and her soft, pliable tits. Her low moans, and the gurgling wet sounds her throat made mingled with the rhythmic slapping of my ballsack against her face. I closed my eyes and enjoyed, it, and the feeling of her soft cheeks and rough toungue playing along the entire length of my shaft. I swear I could have finished it right there and then. I could feel the buildup in my groin, the little jolts of pleasure running through my body. I could easily have just pounded her face and emptied my balls into her mouth, and left her there on the floor with spit, semen and smeared makeup all over her pretty face. But no. She deserved more.\r\n\nI pulled her forward with the grip on her hair, and led her into our bedroom. She followed me like a puppy on a leash, on all fours, swaying her ass with every step. I led her up onto our bed, and manhandled her into position, on her knees and face, with her hands at the small of her back. I ran a hand over her hard, upturned ass, before giving it a smack, which, in turn, conjured forth a slight moan from her lips.I reached in and ran a finger along her slit, watching her tense up.\r\n\n\"But I keep wondering...\" I murmured as I teased her pussy. \"...do you actually want me to fuck your cunt?\" I ran my wet finger upwards, in between her asscheeks, and slowly ran it around her tight, puckered asshole as I leaned over her and whispered in her ear. \"You don't, do you? You are a nasty little buttslut who wants her asshole pounded, aren't you.\"\r\n\n\"Your nasty little buttslut, Master.\" she mewled as she ground her ass against my finger. \r\n\nI smiled again, grabbed her thick arms and pinned them behind her back. Pinned, I say, she could break free when she wanted to. She just didn't want to be anywhere else right now. I leaned in and planted a soft kiss at the nape of her neck, while my cock pressed against her forbidden opening. She bit down on the sheets, a moan of... pain? Pleasure? Both?... spilled out through her self-imposed gag. I adjusted my grip on her brawny arms, and pushed myself inside her. Her asshole opened eagerly, letting me in, while her gut gripped me tightly. She had cleaned and lubed herself up ahead of time, just waiting to be pounded. Good girl. I pressed myself inside her while she moaned and wiggled, pressing herself further onto me.\r\n\n\"Ah... ah... AIEEE!\"\r\n\nHer moan turned into a scream as I filled her up, and soon, we had pushed me balls deep in her. I grabbed her hair in one hand and pulled her back into an arch, as I began merrily pounding away at her tight little asshole.\r\n\n\"Ah! Oh! Please, Master! Please pound your nasty little slut's filthy holes!\"\r\n\nWell, if she insists, how can I refuse?\r With my free hand, I grabbed her thick throat, while I pounded her even faster and harder than before.\r\n\n\"Take it, slut! Take that cock!\"\r\n\n\"Thank you, Master! Thank you for fucking your cum-hungry whore's ass!\"\n\nI let go of her hands and began groping her tits instead, letting my fingers sink into the soft flesh. Her hand moved towards her pussy. I interrupted her with a slap on her tits, though I will admit that I liked watching her tits bounce and hearing her whine a little too much.\r\n\n\"Did I tell you to touch yourself, whore?\"\r\n\n\"No, Master.\"\n\n\r\"Who decides when you get to touch yourself?\"\r\n\n\"You do, Master.\"\r\"Good girl.\" I gave her other tit a matching slap. \"Now, you may touch yourself.\"\r\n\nShe immediately began rubbing her clit, her moans turning into a banshee-like howl. Her body tensed up, I could feel her orgasm building. And then, it erupted. Her entire body shook, her muscles tightening as the waves of pleasure rolled through her. I held her tight and continued to pound her, until I couldn't take it anymore either. The combination of her tightness, her shivers and the delectable moans that spilled from her lips pushed me over the edge. I buried my cock deep inside her, filling her ass with jizz. I let go of her body and fell to the bed beside her. We lay there holding hands and panting, enjoying the post-coital glow for a few minutes, before I looked at her. \r\n\n\"How about I order a pizza for dinner?\" \r\n\nShe nodded. I smiled. \n\n\"Good girl.\" I gave her upturned butt a pat. \"Go clean yourself up, so you can give the pizza guy a blowjob as a tip.\"\r\n\nShe giggled and walked off towards the bathroom. I watched her ass jiggle with every sway of her hips. She looked back at me, gave me a saucy wink and a saucy wiggle of her ass, and she was gone. God, I love that woman."
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"content": "* Ring of Invisibility: When worn, the wearer is completely invisible, however they must be naked for the effect to work.\n* Lingerie of Arcana: Lacy lingerie that grants the wearer greatly increased magical potency and power, however it is infused with a horny and mischievous spirit. \n* Choker of Telekinesis: An ornately woven choker that grants the wearer the power of telekinesis, however the more the power is used, the hornier the wearer becomes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A female police officer gets called out to a noise complaint, only to find a house party in full swing. When she rings the door, she is mistaken for a stripper, and she eventually decides to roll with it, rather than try to clear things up one more time. | [
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"content": "Officer Bunny Lovelace never really stood a chance. Between her name, The fact that half elves had a reputation for being pretty slutty, her golden blonde hair, her breathy high-pitched voice, her New Jersey accent, and her stripperific figure which included all natural plump and perky double E cup breasts, a tiny waist, and a badonkadonk that would have looked perfectly at home in any rap video, she was *literally always* mistaken for a stripper.\n\nEven at her own graduation, she'd had to stand there with people staring at her awkwardly for nearly a minute, before the realization hit her, and she awkwardly grabbed the mic and leaned in, saying \"I'm not... I'm not a stripper. I'm not going to strip.\"\n\nAnd that had been a half truth. In fact, she'd been a stripper since she was 18... She was a stripper up until the weekend right before her graduation from the police academy, in fact. She made way better money back then, but she wanted a job she could tell her mom and dad about.\n\nSo she got mistaken for a stripper at Hooters. She got mistaken for a stripper at the mall. She got mistaken for a stripper at corporate event after corporate event, and she got mistaken for a stripper at the strip club she used to work at. That was a little bit more reasonable, but still...\n\nNo, the 23-year-old police academy graduate was being mistaken for a stripper at a frat party... And she decided to simply accept the call of destiny.\n\nBunny started subtly doing hip circles for a moment, before she shrugged, smiled, and called out \"can someone cue s&m!?\"\n\nAs soon as the song started playing, Bunny was launching into her old routine, using the fire pole the frat had installed to twirl and climb.\n\nThe party goers all who did and hollered, as she got truly acrobatic, and they went wild when she finally popped open her shirt, revealing her big tanned tits encased in her lacy black bra. Her breasts bounced and jiggled, moving like jello, as she danced and twerked in mid-air. She removed her uniform shorts and revealed her lacy black thong, and she made her ass clap while holding onto the pole with her arms, sandwiching the pole between her tits while she did.\n\nHer bra finally came off, and she made a show of licking and sucking her own nipples while molesting her big boobs for all to see. She was kind of getting into it, and this part always made her hot. She had to admit, she missed this!\n\nShe also missed giving lap dances, and she was happy to take bids for who got the first one. These fat guys were loaded, as it turned out, and she found herself getting hotter and hotter, having more and more fun, as she ground her ass on one guy's crotch after another, also taking time to smother them with her boobs or even her thick, luscious thighs, as she got up on partygoers shoulders more than once. She had taken off her shoes and was barefoot and nothing but her panties by now, and things only heated up from there.\n\nA slow realization hit her, even admits the heady mix of endorphins and lust that was coursing through her and everyone there...\n \"Wait a minute. I can't get arrested. I *am* the police!\" Bunny realized, and with that, it was off to the races!\n\nTurns out these guys were more than willing to buy blowjobs, and bunny was more than willing to sell them! She loved wrapping her plump, pink lips around a cock, and she got a thrill from doing it for money. She was making tips hand over fist, and it seemed like they loved it especially you and she swallowed. Bunny lost count of how many private dances she gave that night.\n\nAll in all, it was the best night of her career. She knew that word had to have gotten around though, and she dreaded going into work the next day. Surprisingly though, no one seemed to be making any sorts of comments about it, although she could see subtle smiles and smirks amongst her colleagues...\n\nIt was at that point, that she noticed she'd been selected as the officer designated for noise complaints going forward... And parties, and restaurants, bachelor events... The list went on. It would seem that she was now the official police stripper. She felt a tingle in her pussy, and her nipples got a little bit stiff, as she smiled, shrugged, and set off to respond to some kerfuffle at a mansion pool party in the hills..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's the start of fall! And all the monster girls at the University are eager to get their cozy vibes going, in their own unique ways... | [
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"content": "PART(1/2) \n\nAkihime watched the park expressionless. The tinge of sadness was just within her mind. She looked at all the couples walking around and having a great time on the university campus. Playing in the fall air. Playing with the fall leaves. Playing with each other.. \nShe needed to get her mind of this, and fast, sulking in this sadness wasn't going to get her into her cozy fall feeling any time soon. \n*Then again, what will..* \nA voice ripped her out of her pondering. \n\"Is that you Aki?\" Aki looked up. \"Yes it is! I almost didn't see you there. You look just like the forrest.\" The girl chuckled. \nAki recognized the face when she saw it, it was Ella. Not just any Ella though, that was *honor-student, top-of-her-class professors-favorite Ella. She was nice enough though, when she did have time to talk to anyone that is. Most of the time she would just leave and study after class. \n*And pretty-blonde-hair-blue-eyes Ella too,* Aki thought as she looked at the tall figure of the, truly, very pretty girl. \n\"Hello? Earth to Aki?\" \n\"Oh, uhm. Hi Ella.\" Aki stumbled, after apparently having been caught staring. \nElla sat down next to her. \n\"Well well, you're looking awfully glum today. And the color of your hair and tails changed too, whats that all about? I almost didn't recognize you.\" \nAki showed a hint of a smile. \"Look around you. Look at the trees and the leaves. Now what color am I again?\" \n\"Auburn with streaks of white.\" Ellas eyebrows shot up when she noticed. \"Ohh, it's because of fall! So I'll presume the white streaks are foreshadowing for your color in the winter? Thats so cool!\" \n\"Do you mind if I bubble us in some warmth? I think it's pretty chilly actually.\" Ella asked. \nAki hadn't even noticed, but as a mage Ella could easily create things like this handy warmth bubble that kept her at the perfect temperature even in the cooling weather of fall like today. \n\"Not at all. I'd appreciate it.\" She answered. Although she didn't notice it before, she was huddling her tails, all three of them, close to her chest to keep herself warm. \nWhen the warmth of the magic embraced her, she sighed and relaxed a little. \n\"So that only answers one of the questions.\" Ella started. \"What is it that has you looking so down all of a sudden? I remember you always being so full of energy all through the semester.\" \nAki huffed. \"Oh do you? When did you stay for more than a minute after class? You're always going so fast to the library and what not to get in extra study time.\" \nElla gulped. \n\"I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I'm just really on edge of lately.\" Aki apologized. \nElla leaned in to her. \"It's ok. I know I'm not there much, but you're basically my only friend. You know? After you saved me from those bullies all the while back at the start of the year?\" \n\"I'm just trying to help ok? If I can.\" She added. \nAki gestured to the park, or more accurately to all the people in it. All the *couples* in it. \n\"Just look at them Ella. Look at all the couples. They've all got their cozy buddies for fall and winter already.\" \n\"And?\" \n\"Yeah and I'm just sitting here looking 'gloomy' as I learned. How am I ever going to get my own cozy buddy like this?\" \nAki went on. \n\"Look at the wolfgirls over there, they picked up all the computer science stundents. Picked them clean, none left.\" \n\"Look at the holstaurs on the other side, they all but snatched all the catgirls for themselves.\" \nAki didn't know why, but she kept going. \n\"Look ath the mothgirls, swarming around the angels. If they're not careful they'll slurp up their halos in no time.\" \n\"And don't get me startd about the succubi and their..\" \nAki folded her hands in front of her face and sighed into them. \n\"It's fall ok? And I missed my chance to grab someone to.. you know.. cozy up with.\""
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"content": "Very nice. I enjoyed reading it, and it very quickly became clear that Evan was a bored student, rather than a disinterested one.\n\nA few minor grammer mistakes popped out to me as I was reading, so here they are:\n\n* Paragraph 3, sentence 1 : \"was waiting on this slacker\" should read \"was **wasting** on this slacker\"\n* Paragraph 4, sentence 1 : \"And then, the battle of will began.\" should read \"And then, the battle of **wills** began.\"\n* Paragraph 4, sentence 2 : \"tracing delicate lattice work upon her primary ward.\" should read \"tracing **a** delicate lattice work upon her primary ward.\" \n\n\nIt's very minor stuff, and the sort of mistake I make all the time... I just thought you might like to know it's there."
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"content": " **I’ll be honest, when I found out that my new flatmates were called Becky and Patricia I got far more excited than any man should have. I stared at the landlord’s letter for hours, as I tried to imagine what the two girls were going to look like. My imagination gave Becky fiery red hair, whilst Patricia’s was a silky blonde. Then I started to wonder what the three of us would get up to in the apartment. My mind began to fantasise that these two girls would be drooling all over me as soon as I arrived and that they’d both be constantly fighting over a space in my bedroom. It took me three hours of daydreaming over two names typed on a piece of paper for me to realise how pathetic I was being. Becky and Patricia would probably have no interest in a guy like me.** \n **Well as it turns out they both adored me but after meeting them, I wasn’t too pleased about this. For a start, Becky was a man. Everytime he desperately reminded me that everyone is a little bit gay, I had to explain that I had nowhere near enough homosexuality inside of me to sleep with him. Admittedly, he did often wear extremely cute dresses that constantly had me questioning my sexuality, but it wasn’t enough.** \n **Patricia, on the other hand, was a girl. She was smoking hot with a fantastic pair of tits and her cleavage never failed to let me down. However, even though she also had a massive crush on me, there was a glaring issue that I couldn’t look past. She was the most masculine woman I have ever met. I just can’t see myself dating a girl whose favourite pastime is to go down to the pub with a group of men, watch the sports, and drink pint after pint of beer. Her habits reminded me of my own father far too much. Her hair was probably the same length too.** \n Me and Patrica were both partially heartbroken after Scott had rejected us. I wouldn't have assumed he was gay in the first place if I hadn’t constantly been spotting him glancing me up and down in my femboy outfits. I knew that even though he was insistent about his rigid sexuality, his interest in my pretty dresses must be awakening something inside of him. I decided there was still a chance for me, but this time, I would need to join forces with Patricia. \n *At first I thought Becky was being slightly dramatic when she suggested that the pair of us should form a collaborative plan to win Scott over. He pitched it to me as if he intended to rob a high security bank. However, once he described his plan in full, I was completely taken aback. It was so extreme. It was so crazy. It was so ridiculous. I agreed to it in a heartbeat.* \n **I’d had an excruciatingly long day at work and now all I wanted to do was jump into bed and hibernate until next monday. I arrived at the apartment and slumped through the doorway. Unusually, Becky and Patricia were not sitting in the living room like they normally were, waiting to serenade me with their flirtatious attempts. Infact, the place was eerily quiet. I hooked my coat onto the wall and proceeded toward my bedroom.** \n **After pushing open my bedroom door, the view from inside nearly rendered me unconscious. Becky and Patrica were lying on my single bed, completely naked.** \n **“Feeling tired after all that time in the office. Want to go to sleep?...” Becky teased.** \n **“...Well then you’ll have to join us here for tonight.” Patricia giggled.** \n **Becky had a slender and well toned body. He was totally hairless, even around his crotch. However, a bush of pubes would have made no difference in hiding his surprisingly lengthy penis. It lay centimetres from Patricia’s arse but she seemed completely unfazed. Her two incredible breasts looked even better unclothed. They were big enough that a thin layer of sweat glazed the middle of them and caused her large nipples to twinkle in the bedroom light. For a moment I considered stripping off and leaping into bed with them, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.** \n **“Sorry.” I said as I stormed out of the room and made myself a new bed on the living room sofa.** \n My heart sank when Scott left the room. He had looked so close to joining us. I looked across at Patricia’s glum face. Then I looked down at her delicious pair of tits that wobbled as she rolled over to face me. After taking in the incredible view, I continued to move my eyes down her body until I saw her freshly groomed pussy. As I marvelled at it, I saw my cock growing into view. Then we locked eyes for a moment. Then we fucked.\n\n *Although this wasn’t the way I expected Becky’s plan to go, it felt amazing. As his cock slid in and out of my pussy, my tits slapped me against the face. I gripped tightly onto Scotts bedsheets as I got railed harder and harder. It felt incredible.* \n **As I tried to fall asleep on the unsuitable couch, I heard the sounds of Becky and Patricia having sex on my bed. However my first reaction wasn’t anger, it was jealousy. Every day after that, for six weeks they fucked in various places around the apartment until I felt so left out and lonely that I left. I found a new place to live. This time the landlord’s joining letter showed the names ‘Taylor’ and ‘Alexis’. I have no idea if they are boys, girls, straight or gay. But this time, I’m definitely gonna fuck them.**"
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"content": "[Femdom] [Mental Alterations] [Hypnosis]\n\nA twist here, and a tug there. The young god has changed Alice’s fact, even if it’s a little bit in the long term.\n\nAlice is brought forth to the brute, Curtis. His room was darkened, his windows fully covered as he slept. His public reputation was that of a terrible fat bastard. Usually tormenting the poor or flaunting his strength.\n\nHowever, contrary to his public image, when Alice looked at Curtis when she pulled his bedsheets back, she saw the man’s large frame, but he wasn’t at all as ugly as the rumors had described him. However, because of the sudden removal of his bedsheets, Curtis stirred, slowly awaking from his slumber.\n\n“Hmm…cold…”\n\nCurtis looked around, reaching towards his blanket, cocooning himself with it, resulting a face of content.\n\n….\n\n(I should follow this up. Random update in the future.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a Steampunk Victorian era governesses attend a symposium to learn of newest ways of disciplining their rebellious wards. | [
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"content": "Miss Sybeline Woosten walked out onto the lecture theatre stage. Her buttoned boots tapped on the waxed oak boards. \n\nShe was possessed of a fierce rather masculine gait despite the obvious feminity of her form. \n\nThat curvaceous anatomy was well presented in a smart green velvet gown and long black gloves of fine kidskin. Her sharp green eyes regarded the assembled governesses from beneath raven hair drawn back into a severe widows peak. The smooth perfection of her skin was marred by a thick scar beginning at her throat and disappearing into the well filled bodice of her dress. \n\n\"Esteemed colleagues I do thank you for granting me your time, I assure you I shall not waste it.\" Sybeline spoke with a faint French accent, her diction was as precise and direct as her gaze. \n\n\"We have all seen automated disciplinary machines, clockwork flagellators are nothing new but I am here today to show you an advancement in the field leaps and bounds beyond what has come before. \n\nLadies allow me to unveil the patented Woosten and Cranshawe disciplinarian engine.\"\n\nWith a flourish of her elegantly gloved hand she indicated a handsome brass and wood armature that stood centre stage. In its simplest form the mechanism resembled a skeletal tailors dummy with a long mechanical arms. \n\nBeside the device stood Miss Bonita Cranshawe. She was a thickset woman who favoured engineers tweeds and hobnail boots. She had long been the companion of Sybeline. Bonita was said to have studied under Babbage and Lovelace. She had an impressive record of invention and innovation in the fields of chastisement and training. Her fortune had been made with the patented Cranshawe chastity harness. \n\nSybelines gaze swept the crowd noting their unimpressed response. A smile quirked Sybelines crimson lips. \n\n\"My good ladies this is no crude spanking automaton. The height and angle of impact from the striking arm are fully adjustable. It can deliver carefully calibrated impacts to the posterior, the mammary area or the genitalia. \n\nFor the chastisement of gentleman it can accurately isolate and target the plums or shaft as required. For the more well endowed ladies a it can impart or suppress mammary bounce and rebound.\"\n\n\"Ha, I can do that meself with a good birch!\" Called a portly Governess from the audience. \n\n\"Quite so but the engine can deliver the strokes tirelessly and without variation so long as the boiler is fed. Furthermore the striking arm can be locked at full extension and raised between the subjects thighs for a Spanish horse effect which I have found most educational.\"\n\nSybeline smiled at Bonita who blushed beneath the cloth cap she wore on her short sandy hair. \n\n\"Believe me ladies this me mechanism has been tested extensively and I speak from exhaustive personal experience of its application on my own form both clad and fully bare.\"\n\nThe audience murmured with subdued comments about the exact nature of the companionship between the two spinsters. \n\nSybeline lifted a device into view of the crowd. It appeared to be a small carpet beater formed from brass tubing.\n\n\"This is one of the paddles which can be attached to the striking arms. Please note the tubular construction which allows hot or cold water to be circulated through the paddle in the manner of a radiator. \n\nThis provides a stimulating additional penalty to any who receive the paddle on their flesh. \n\nAs an aside I'm sure many of us have found that on occasion our wards, particularly the young men, can become somewhat overexcited during chastisement. This can lead to intimate fluid discharges even when not authorised. Use of the refrigerated paddle circulating with ice water can have a wonderfully calming effect and prevent those unfortunate messy accidents.\"\n\nMany of the crowd nodded at this. It was a common problem. \n\nSybeline held up another attachment. This one a stout length of cord with a screw down brass clamp at each end. \n\n\"These clamps have a universal fixing suitable for nipple flesh or more intimate parts of the male or female genitalia. Once affixed they may be connected to the striking arm to provide a precise measured pressure or repeated tugging with whatever force you deem most educational to the miscreant. They can be used in conjunction with a secondary striking arm to lift the target area into better position. This is especially suited to the scrotal area for the young gentleman or the bosoms of disobedient gels. Again I stress that the true advantage of this mechanism is the precision reliability and consistency of the punishment which can be delivered free from any question of bias or unfairness. \n\nThe whole system runs on the very newest iteration of the Babbage operating system which is far superior to the previous fenestration 365 system used by older automata. Now ladies I have spoken for long enough. Would you care for a practical demonstration of this wondrous device?\""
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: Emily stepped outside, wrapped in only a towel after her morning shower. She was only coming out to check the mail, why should she bother getting dressed? She turned pale as she heard the click of her front door locking behind her, and worse still, her towel was caught…"
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"content": "Emily took a deep breath and stepped outside, wrapping her towel tightly around her body. The cool morning air shocked her skin, making her flinch involuntarily. Before she could even take a step towards her mailbox, the door closed, letting out a faint sound.\n\n\n-click-\n\n\nShe turned around in a flurry, her heart pounding in her chest, and her stomach twisting in knots. Panic set in as she tried to open the door, the door handle barely moving. Emily's eyes widened, her bare feet resting on the hard concrete floor. She was locked outside, clad in only a towel. After a brief moment of disbelief, she decided to check if she left any windows unlocked. Anything to get back inside.\n\n\n-tug-\n\n\nHer towel tightened, demanding her attention as it was caught in the door frame. Suddenly, every sound seemed magnified, and she could hear the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the chirping of birds in the trees, and the distant hum of traffic on the main road. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and fear as she tugged at it frantically, but it refused to budge.\n\n\nHer eyes darted around the neighborhood, scanning for any signs of activity. But the houses remained unresponsive, the windows like silent eyes peering down at her. Emily could feel every second ticking by, and with each one she imagined someone seeing her. As she stood there, the echo of her heartbeat resounded like pounding drums.\n\n\n-creeeeak-\n\n\nShe could hear her neighbours door opening and closing, her eyes widening in both relief and anxiety. Perhaps he could help her, though it meant being seen almost naked. Emily felt increasingly self-conscious about her barely covered body, her towel clinging desperately to her curves. With each passing moment, her embarrassment intensified. And then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her neighbor approaching. His footsteps echoed against the pavement, growing louder and closer. Emily's heart raced as he drew near, and she felt a mix of anticipation and shame coursing through her veins."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sleepwalking wasn’t uncommon for your SO, but this was the first time they got sexual… | [
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"content": "Tabitha was really happy to finally meet up with Jesse. His family was taking a trip to Disney world, and they had been good enough to let them meet up. Being a cowgirl, she wasn't sure if Jesse's parents would be accepting, but considering that their own son was a femboy, she figured that they wouldn't be too uptight.\n\nThey had been lovely! When the goth cowgirl had shown up outside the park, she was a little bit worried that her black corset and mini dress, and the parasol that she used to keep the sun off of her porcelain white skin might have been a bit much for them, but they just rolled with it. Jesse himself was wearing a Barbie core pink mini skirt and halter top outfit, and the two of them made quite the striking pair. The small thin blonde \"girl\" and the taller, curvier, gothic cowgirl with streaks of white in her Raven black hair who could hardly stop hanging off of each other, even as they took in the sights.\n\nIt had been a long day though, and Tabitha was going to be staying with Jesse's family for the 4 days they were going to be down here. They were actually in the room with his older sister. Jesse, being a gentleman of a femboy, had let Tabitha take one of the two beds in the room he was sharing with his sister, with his sister taking the other and him on the couch. He changed into his baby doll nightie and curled up in a little nest with his phone. With his sister there in the room, He and Tabitha couldn't quite get their hands on each other as much as they wanted, even with all the hormones they'd been building up throughout the day, but the two resolve to find some private time sooner or later, maybe even breaking off from the group at some point, if they could!\n\nTwo and if it was lights out, and everyone was sleepy enough that they were out for the count pretty quickly. Tabitha was surprised when she was awoken in the middle of the night by someone moving around the room. One of her long ears perked up, and she could see a slender, petite shadow passing by one of the air conditioner lights. She felt someone climbing onto the bed with her, and she looked to see Jesse just barely visible in the dim light of the nearly pitch black room. His eyes were closed, and his movements were sort of odd. Tabitha realized he was sleepwalking!\n\nAnd he wasn't just sleepwalking either. Almost robotically, Jesse lifted up Tabitha's black t-shirt, exposing her massive, milk-filled breasts, he took one of her nipples into his mouth. Tabitha stifled a moan, as she felt him start to lick and suck at her big, strawberry-sized nub, and she shot a glance over toward where his sister was sleeping just a few feet away. The other girl seemed to stir a little in her sleep, but she still seemed unconscious.\n\nTabitha debated whether or not she should try to wake Jesse up somehow, but she felt like it would be incredibly awkward if she accidentally ended up waking his sister as well, and Jesse was still latched on to her nipple, not only sucking, but licking at her areola as well, seeming to be trying to stimulate her. She felt him shifting on top of her, as she lay on her back, unsure of what to do, and she could feel herself getting a little bit horny, especially as his stiff and sizable cock brushed against her thigh.\n\nTabitha covered her mouth with her hand, trying to keep herself quiet, as she increasingly felt the need to moan and squirm under Jesse's handling of her boobs. He had brought his dainty hands up to one of her massive udders, and he was groping and massaging her, even as he continued to suck on her stiff and sensitive nipple. Her milk had started to flow, and he was now gulping it down, drinking deeply, even as he massaged her to get her to release more and more. Tabitha was definitely struggling to keep quiet, and she had to fight not to squeal. She couldn't help but spread her thighs a little, and she felt Jesse settled down between them, his cock now fully hard and rubbing against her naked, smooth pussy and even brushing along her stiff little clit. She actually did let out a sudden moan/squeal at that, and his sister seemed to stir a little bit, closer to freeze, even as he kept sucking and sucking, drinking more and more of her rich milk.\n\nAs if she wasn't having enough trouble staying still underneath him, He started to hump at her, and with one motion, he actually drove his cock directly into her wet and needy pussy. Tabitha moaned and sighed, Loving the feeling of her long distance boyfriend finally stretching her sex around his heavy, meaty shaft, even as she started to stroke his cute little head, running her fingers through his long blonde hair, as he kept drinking her milk and licking at her nipple. She was uncontrollably squirming underneath him, unable to stop grinding her clit against him and squeezing him with her pussy, as he started to fuck her in his sleep.\n\nTabitha squeezed her lips tightly together as she could, as she used one hand to stroke and pet her femboy boyfriends and, encouraging him to drink more, well the other hand roamed over his body, and she squeezed him between her thighs, as he quietly made love to her. Tabitha felt a pang of panic mixed with arousal, whatever his sister would seem to stir in her bed just a few feet away, she desperately hoped not to get caught, even as none of this situation was of her own making...\n\nShe felt herself starting to get close, and she grabbed one of her pillows, lifting her legs and wrapping them around Jesse, squeezing him between her thighs, as she used the pillow to cover her own face, pressing it tightly against her mouth to muffle her moans and squeals of delight, as she felt a climax rippling through her. Her pussy clenched and squeezed at Jesse's cock, and he started to erupt, himself, pumping her full of cum. He came and came, his eye is still closed, as he pulsed his seed into her in his sleep, filling her womb with him. Tabitha sighed, starting to breathe heavily, and it was all she could do to switch Jesse over to her other nipple and keep feeding him. She had a lot of milk, and it was all going into his increasingly round tummy.\n\nJesse actually looked pregnant, by the time he was done drinking all of Tabitha's milk, and he'd driven her to another orgasm just from the breast play alone, licking and sucking at her nipples while he unconsciously groped and squeezed her tits. He came inside her again too, and she simply had to accept it. Finally, when her bounty of milk was all inside him, and his pent up cum was all inside her, he rolled off of her, and she rolled over next to him, making him the little spoon. She found her hands roaming to his belly, feeling how round and tight it was now. She rubbed his stomach, seeming to soothe him in his sleep, and the two relaxed together.\n\nJesse's sister found the two of them spooning under the covers when she woke up, but she tried not to read into it too much. It was a little bit more embarrassing for Jesse to have to slip to the shower while Tabitha distracted his sister, and then he did the same for her.\n\nTabitha's huge load of milk seemed to have an effect on Jesse's figure, femming him up a bit more, making his boobs a little bigger so he was now walking around with perky a cups that he didn't seem to mind. The two of them did manage to find a bit of private time later on, so that Jesse could appreciate a repeat performance that he'd be awake for!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A magical futanari enjoys transformation magic, especially inanimate transformation. As her newest and only student, she takes a liking to you, starting off by transforming you into a tight onahole. | [
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"content": "Story kink list: >!object TF, weight gain, mental manipulation, noncon, dark, bad end!< \n\nScene kink list: >!weight gain, dubcon, mental manipulation!<\n\n\"O-oh, am I early? Erm, uh, late? I'd hate to be late! I saw the schedule and I thought it said this was a noon class, but I know sometimes the scheduling people get it wrong, uh, hopefully I'm just early but even so, I'd expect someone else to-\" I stammered.\n\n\"Hush.\" Ms. Alabaster put a finger to my lips.\n\nI froze in awe, admiring her beauty and grace. She towered over me, looking down upon me with fierce grey eyes. Piercing right past my golden irises and into my soul. Her skin was as pale as polished ivory, her hair as black as jet. A rose and silver gown draped over her elegant form, clinging to her subtle curves, and tracing the outline of her massive bulge.\n\n\"You are neither late, nor early. You are precisely on time,\" she smiled.\n\n\"Oh, phew. That's a relief! But-\" I said.\n\n\"There are no other students.\" She pressed her finger to my lips again.\n\n\"You're a mindreader?\" I backed up and gasped.\n\n\"Yes, but you're also just that predictable. For instance, I'd wager you don't even know *why* you're the only student, do you?\"\n\n\"Um, I was the only one who signed up?\"\n\n\"Well, yes. But why you were the only one who signed up.\"\n\n\"Oh gosh,\" I bit my lip and wracked my brain, \"um, uh, could it be, um-\"\n\nShe leaned in, grabbed me, and covered my mouth with her hand. Her lips curled, and she gave a delighted laugh. \n\n\"Let's say, I have a bit of a... Reputation. Since you aren't aware, I'll give you this one chance to turn back. But if you stay for class, well, I tried to warn you.\"\n\nWith that, she released me. \n\n\"D-don't worry. I like a challenge! All my other classes are waaay too easy. Besides, how could I pass up an opportunity to attend a one-on-one class with such a skilled mage?\" I asked, nervous excitement pounding in my chest.\n\nShe sighed and upturned her eyebrows in pity. She turned away from me briefly, though her piercing glance lingered out the corner of her eye. I started to feel a bit self-conscious about my appearance. Messy curly brown hair, chestnut hued skin, freckles; frumpy, hand-me-down clothes that offered little grace to my chubby belly, fat ass, and uncomfortably large breasts. \n\n\"Very well. But there will be no talking in class.\"\n\n\"But I'm the only one here-\"\n\nWith a wave of her hand, my lips and tongue swelled and my mouth pooled with saliva. The change was shockingly sudden, but not instant. I was speechless, doubly so. \n\n\"If you have any questions or comments, simply think them and I'll read your mind. For instance; is this permanent? Well, depends...\" *Depends on what?* \"On how well you pay attention.\"\n\nShe walked over to the chalkboard and drew some sigils. I hastily took out note paper and jotted them down.\n\n\"Do you even know what those are for?\" *...* \"Hmmph. Thought not. But it is your first day, so... These sigils aid in transformation magic. Please practice them, make sure you get them right, you'll be drawing them on your body soon.\"\n\nI raised an eyebrow. Drawing sigils on one's own body? Certainly an unorthodox practice, sigils usually-\n\n\"Enhance the ensigiled's receptivity, not conductivity, to magic. Yes, I'm aware.\" She then narrowed her eyes at me, \"Don't question my methods, even in your mind. That's a mistake many a student has made before, and has cost them dearly.\"\n\nI nodded obediently. Gosh, I would hate to fail this class. Especially since she's teaching me such high level stuff right out the gate... Better make sure to get these sigils right!\n\nShe gave a proud smile, and carried on with the lesson. By its end, my head was crammed with so much material that I almost forgot how to breathe. But the way she broke down the concepts made it possible for me to comprehend, and whenever I was confused, she was effortlessly able to bring me up to speed.\n\n\"Thf- Thf u- thff...\" I wanted to say 'thank you' but I forgot about the spell she put on me.\n\n\"Oh yes, the spell. You'd like me to reverse it, wouldn't you?\" she tilted her head and politely smiled.\n\nI nodded.\n\n\"Well, that won't do. You need to learn how to reverse it yourself. That is, unless you wish to stay this way.\" She giggled villainously.\n\nMy eyes widened. Both in shock at my predicament, and in awe of her genius. Of course! What better way to motive me to study? I'd make sure to get this right.\n\n---\n\nEnd of semester tests had begun, and Ms. Alabaster's was last up. I counted myself lucky that I had no oral exams in the past few months, as I still found myself incapable of reversing her magic. Nonetheless, I did well in the class thus far. In fact-\n\n\"How's my favorite student?\" she asked with a cheeky grin.\n\n*Excited for the test!*\n\n\"That's wonderful. Now, before we begin, I would like to emphasize... This test is worth 69% of your grade this semester. So, fail the test, fail the semester. And you do *not* want to fail.\" Her words sent shivers up my spine. \"On the other hand, should you ace it, you'll ace the semester. And I'll have a special prize waiting for you.\"\n\nI beamed with excitement. I can do this, I know I can. Sure, I couldn't manage to reverse her spell, but I've mastered the coursework otherwise. \n\n\"For the first part of the test, you'll be sigil drawing. You may go ahead and remove your clothes.\"\n\nI startled. Then snorted nervously, and looked up at her with a blush.\n\n\"Don't act so surprised. Sigils work best on bare skin, and you'll be drawing quite a lot of them. If it makes it any easier for you, I could strip down as well.\" *T-that won't be necessary!* She snickered at my embarrassment. \"Take your time, test won't begin until you're ready.\"\n\nI meekly nodded and stood up. Everything she was saying made sense, but I still felt an understandable modicum of apprehension. Sensing this, she offered a reassuring smile.\n\n\"There's nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, if this was just about seeing you naked, it'd be trivial for me to spy through a worn out linen robe.\" She rolled her eyes.\n\nI took a deep breath and sighed. Here goes nothing... I slipped my robe off overhead, having to tug a bit to get it past my assets. She noticed me shiver, and warmed the room with a simple flame spell. I was still shaking, but at least my skin wasn't crawling.\n\nShe circled me, inspecting my body. Glorious frission tingled up my spine as she gently ran her warm hands along my curves. I instinctively covered myself under her gaze. The best I could, anyhow. My eyes wandered to her crotch. She subtly tucked her throbbing hog between her legs, and smiled with satisfaction.\n\n\"Very nice...\" She pulled my arm away from my breasts, then caressed them. \"Such a vast canvas. By the time we're done, you should be positively brimming with magic energy.\"\n\nSomething about the way she said it, while she was *clearly* just molesting me, terrified me. I had no doubt, any moment now she would bend me over and start ravaging my body. If I didn't want that, I'd have to run. Now. I could see the rapacious intent in her eyes, no matter how much she wanted to pretend this was just part of the test. And yet, part of me wanted it...\n\n\"Oh, my dearest, I'm merely admiring you as a vessel for magic. For now, anyhow.\" She gave a wry laugh and squeezed my belly. \"Though we could afford to have a *little* more surface area to work with.\"\n\nShe waved her hand over my belly, and it began to gurgle and bounce. I groaned in protest, but despite myself, it felt pretty good. I watched it gradually stretch, going from a pot belly to a downright *cauldron* belly. Folds and stretch marks rumpled along my skin. I watched in stunned horror as my corpulent belly began to sag. \n\n\"And for good measure,\" she ballooned my breasts to the size of watermelons, and not personal watermelons either. She must've done some wizardry to strengthen my skin, and for that matter my back, as I was able to fairly quickly adjust to this new weight.\n\nThis was *so much* worse. I began to panic, made all the worse by the fact that my breathing was labored. An irrational little crevice in the back of my mind whispered to me, 'you have nothing to worry about! This is all just part of the test.' I chose to believe it. Besides, all of this could be reversed with sufficient skill.\n\n\"You're taking this excellently, my beloved pupil. Why don't I make things easier for you? I'll do the sigils on your back.\"\n\nI could practically hear the ulterior motives in her tone, nonetheless, I obliged. I wasn't sure if it was some mental fuckery, or I really was that gullible, but the notion that there was method to the madness stuck with me. After all, I had learned more magic in the past month than I had in years. And if making me a landwhale truly was necessary to transform me into the perfect magic vessel... I suppose that's the price of perfection.\n\nAnd so, I took a daub of body paint, and began.\n\n(to be continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "You ever just swallow 20 gallons of water? It's the best, lemme tell ya." | [
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"content": "\"So honey... we need to talk...\" Your girlfriend peeks out from behind the door with big puppy dog eyes. \n\"What is it, babe?\" You ask, a little worried about how guilty she looks. \n\"Well, about the hot water... I think... I need to come clean about where it keeps going every time I shower. So if you'll join me...\" She led you to the shower and began to disrobe. Something was up. She didn't usually take the lead on getting undressed. She usually waited until you asserted your needs. She enjoyed you tearing at her clothes. \n\"So you know how I like it most after eating... Well, I... I don't know how to say this.\" She fingered her flat navel in a swirling motion. \"You'll probably think I'm strange... But I like to be full...\" She recoiled a little and turned away. \nHer naked body glowed under the light. \"That's alright, babe,\" you responded. She was so cute, embarrassed by her kink. You came up behind her. Your arms wrapped around her and touched her belly. \"It's okay if you like to be a little full when we have fun.\" You moved your hands as if to caress your girlfriend with a pregnant belly. \nShe sat there for a bit, pondering. Then she grabbed your hands and moved them further out before whimpering, \"More like there.\" \nHoly crap! You couldn't imagine a belly this big on your girlfriend. How was that even possible? But at the same time, it sounded hot. You kissed her reassuringly and ensured she felt your arousal from behind. \n\"You don't think it's weird?\" She turned around to face you. \n\"It's actually kind of hot.\" You reassured her. \nHer eyes started to light up. She started talking a little faster. \"Well, I probably can't get even that big right now. During college, though, I would go a little overboard. Have you ever just swallowed twenty gallons of water? It's the best, lemme tell you.\" \nYour jaw hit the floor. You gave your girlfriend a skeptical look. She didn't even weigh 150 pounds. Twenty gallons would be more weight than her. \n\"You don't believe me?\" She started to unscrew the showerhead from the hose. She had clearly done this before. \"Well, I will need to work back up to it, and I need help moving after ten, which is why I cut back.\" She stuck the hose in her mouth and turned on the shower. Her eyes rolled back in her head as water began to rush in. After a few seconds, she turned the water back off. \"Aren't you going to join me?\" she inquired, rubbing her now slightly bloated belly. \nYou joined her in the shower. She placed the hose back in her mouth and motioned to turn on the water. The water audibly began forcing its way into your girlfriend's stomach. \nHer knees buckled. You caught her from behind. Your hands felt the weight of the water in her belly. You could feel it rushing inside of her. She fumbled around between her thighs until she found your dick. She stroked it a few times with her hand before putting it inside her. That made her cum on the spot. She nearly fell over, pinning herself against you and the wall. \nThe water visibly weighed down her belly now. It hung halfway to her knees. Her mouth was tightly wrapped around the hose, forcing more water into her stomach. You could feel it drumming on her insides against your dick, edging you closer and closer until... \nYou came. You grabbed the sides of your girlfriend's distended belly. You could feel what felt like two hoses filling her up now. She started to cum again, more violently than before. Her mouth opened, releasing the hose, gasping for air. The shower floor became too slippery for your position, and you fell to the floor with her on top of you. \nShe audibly sloshed as she landed on you and rolled to lie beside you. Despite being clearly on the ground, her belly still rested on you, weighing you down. It was huge, although only about half as big as she had gestured before. \nShe turned you in for a wet and sloppy kiss. Then, in an almost drunken stupor, she looked delighted. \"That was amazing. I should have let you in on my little secret a long time ago. But that was only four-ish gallons,\" she said, gently rubbing her distended belly before passing out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cowgirl helps out a friend who forgot their lunch... | [
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"content": "\"Hey aren't you going to eat Stevie Steves?\" Lilian asked her friend and office co worker.\n\n\"I would if I had grabbed my lunch for today but I forgot it and cant afford to buy lunch right now because of the medical bills.\" Steve said as he cast a look down towards his broken femur.\n\n\"Oh if thats the case I can help.\"\n\n\"How... wait why are your tits out Lili.\" Steve asks as Lilian removes her top and moves to get next to Steve.\n\n\"Because I'm going to make sure you get your calories dummy. and I'm going to get a little treat for myself hehe\" Lilian responds as she moves steeve to be in position to nurse from her while unzipping Steve's pants and retrieving his cock form the hole in the front of his boxers before lubing her hand with spit to start jerking him off.\n\n\"W-wait... oh god that feels good but hold on why are youuuu oh fuck doing this?\" Steve asks as Lilian stokes his hardening cock \n\n\"Oh just shut up and drink some milk baby boy\"\n\n\"Yes mommy... god damn this is hot... oh your milk tastes so good... oh fuck keep doing that.... it feels so good.\"\nSteve mutters as his brain is overridden by Lilian's pheromones causing him to become submissive and receptive. Slowly falling into her command.\n\n\"Good Boy, Now don't cum until I put your cock in my mouth I want a snack.\" Lilian commands in her sweet and sugar voice that makes Steve shiver. before she leans over and envelopes Steve's cock in her mouth with a sigh.\n\nAs Lilian's mouth closes over Steve's cock he moans \" Yes mommy!\" before he cums more than he ever has after she flicks the head of his cock with her tongue.\n\nAfter Steve stops cumming Lilian sits up and sighs before commanding Steve to eat her out, After her orgasm she simply says \" how about we do this again at my house and make it a habit to do this often sweetie.\" to which Steve agrees as he slowly fully corrupted by the cowgirl succubus's milk and pheromones.\n\nWith that Steve was added to Lilian's harem of broken men."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Hey, I'm not trying to be rude, and it suits you. Like it's actually kind of a turn on... has that thing (or those things) always been that big?" | [
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"content": "I try to resist it, I really do. I know I’m staring, mesmerized by the sight. I know it’s rude. I know it’s wrong. But I can’t help it. It’s just so…. big. Prominent. Gorgeous. I just… I want to *feel* it.\n\nPlus, they gotta know, right? How could they not know, it’s just *out there*, in the open. Waving about. Teasing me. Taunting me. Yeah, they know. It’s okay because they know. They’re doing it for me. I just know they are. It’s okay. It’ll be okay\n\nI reach out, my hand shaking. They don’t notice, engrossed in shifting their breakfast about their plate. Two slices of bacon make a smile. A sausage link becomes a nose as my hand continues to extend. They only have one egg left, so they cut it in half to form two eyes. Ouch, that’s creepy.\n\nI have to be quick, and I am. His eyes glance up as my hand comes into his line of sight. He tries to react, knowing what I’m going for. But I’m faster, I always am. My thumb and forefinger pinch together, fingernails forming the jaws of my impromptu pincer. His smile has faltered. There’s panic in his eyes.\n\nI have it. My carpal jaws close upon and seize it, greedily yanking back with prize in hand.\n\n“Fuck! *again!?*” he screeches in ignoble defeat.\n\nHe jerks away, betrayal alight in his eyes as his hands rise and shield his nose, where my prize used to reside and it’s smaller peers still do. I bring that prize to me, admiring it. Glorifying it as it twists in the breeze of my oral exhaust.\n\nIt really is gorgeous, light in color, lighter than that of the red strands that it once called it’s neighbors. Blonde maybe, not yet grey. A half-inch long, long enough to doom it to my possession. I twist it in my fingers, feeling it as it rolls about.\n\nI can’t handle it, my knees strike together with a clap muffled by the fabric of my wanton sweatpants. My abdomen clenches, causing me to lean forward as I shudder and moan. My forehead strikes the table, barely missing my own plate of breakfast smiling up at me.\n\nThe moment passes me, the prized hair having fallen from my grip at some point. I look up at him with hooded gaze. He’s staring at me, annoyance shining through his moistened eyes.\n\n“Thank you” I murmur, recognizing the sacrifice he’s made.\n\nHe growls at me, shaking his head. “Fine! I’ll buy a nose hair trimmer!”\n\n*fuck.* it was good while it lasted."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "If you can put me in a trance, you can fuck me raw." | [
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"content": "“Hah! Yeah right,” I leaned forward and used my upper arms to squeeze my boobs together. “I so believe you, really, I do.”\n\n“I’m being serious!” Donnie exclaimed.\n\n“Sure. Whatever. Okay, if you actually manage to put me in a trance, you can fuck me raw and do what ever you want with me.”\n\nHe always got angry when I called bullshit on his, well, bullshit. He was a good friend and as a roommate he always did his share of the chores and never caused any dorm drama. But he had these wild ideas about hypnosis and mind control and after hearing him spew on about it for the hundredth time this semester I really just wanted him to shut up about it and find a new hobby.\n\nHe stared at me. His gaze was intense, more intense then I’d ever seen him before. His pants now sported a sizable tent that hadn’t been there 30 seconds ago.\n\n“You sure about that, Tay?” He asked, his voice weirdly calming.\n\nI snorted, yeah I was sure. “Yes, and when it doesn’t work you stop this hypnosis schtick or at least stop bringing it up to anyone in our quad, okay?”\n\nHis lips twitched in a grin that he quickly suppressed. “Yep. Deal.” He extended his hand to me. I rolled my eyes and accepted the gesture, giving him a firm handshake. I’d be a good sport about it now, but we both knew it was just an immature fantasy.\n\n“Okay, so now wh-“ I began to ask.\n\nI blinked, I felt dizzy and nothing seemed right but I couldn’t figure out why. I wasn’t sitting on the quads couch anymore, I was kneeling in front of it, somebody was holding me by the hair and my jaw and throat were being stretched by their cock thrusting back and forth as they used their grip in my hair to fuck my face.\n\nThey suddenly held my face against their groin, groaning as I felt their cock twitch and begin to unleash a torrent of seed down my throat. A hand slapped against the back of my head, another spurt of cum shooting into me simultaneously. Another slap and another burst of cum. The next slap wasn’t accompanied by any more seed, so the hand released its grip on my hair and I pulled back, gasping for air.\n\nAs soon as I regained my breath I looked up at the man seated on the couch before me. “Sir, this slut thanks you for feeding her!”\n\nWhat the fuck? Why had I said that? I blinked, focusing on the man and trying to make out Donnie’s features. Everything was so thick and fuzzy. What was going on?\n\n“She’s good, isn’t she?” Donnie’s voice asked, laced with lust and amusement. I glanced over to him, seated on the other end of the same couch. Wait, it wasn’t Donnie that I’d sucked… off…\n\nI looked back to the guy I knelt before, up at the sated expression of one of my other roommates, Steve. I’d sucked Steve off? Donnie I understood, Donnie was my Master, but Steve?\n\n“Fuck yeah she is, here ya go man, check your account- just sent it.”\n\nNo that wasn’t right, Donnie wasn’t my Master. Donnie was just my roommate and a friend. So what was…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Ugh, I just enjoy sucking on milky tits. That doesn't make me a lesbian." She pouted as she pulled her friend's tits into view. | [
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"content": "In between suckles she says \"it makes me feel safe and also shows that we trust eachother.\"\n\n\"Whatever you say just know I wont be surprised when you announce that you are dating *her*\" he says\n\n*in the condo next door*\n\n\"interesting neighbors we should go introduce ourselves, they seem to be into the same thing as us\" Male neighbor says\n\n\"I told you that I will not swing at all and if you bring it up again you are going to be single, you bring it up every week.\" Female neighbor says.\n\n\"fine.\"\n\n*back to the apartment*\n\n\"its not gay to like tits, just because you like pecs or biceps doesnt mean you are gay.\" She retorts sure of herself\n\n\"I AM GAY I LIKE MEN, I ESPECIALLY LIKE BEING RAILED BY MEN YOU IGNORANT BITCH\" He yells offended\n\n\"Oh uhm sorry?\" She says unsure of how to recover\n\n\"Are you asking if you are sorry or are you actually- you know what nevermind it doesnt matter I'm going home I might talk to you later.\" He grumbles defeated and unhappy\n\n\"No wait I am sorry I just- I didnt know ok I just thought you had muscle envy.\"\n\n\"just don't I'm going home, suck on those tit your so enamored with and have the day you deserve.\"\n\n\"Wait just wait please\"\n\n\"No don't talk to me\"\n\n\"ok ill talk to you later then get home safe and I am sorry.\" She says before latching back onto her friend's tits subconsciously feeling guilty about what she said.\n\n*two weeks later*\n\n\"Hey\" She says awkwardly\n\n\"Hey\" He responds hurt still in his voice and eyes\n\n\"just wanted to let you know me and her started dating a week ago, turns out imp bi and am really turned on by suckling on tits\" She says in admittance that He was right\n\n\"Told you I wouldn't be surprised, and its her and I you know that.\" He replies the anger clearly still there\n\n\"Cant you just be happy for me for a little bit, I found love albeit in a strange circumstance but still its love\" She questions indignantly\n\n\"Wow typical. No I wont be happy for you, you denied that I could be gay two weeks ago and now you want me to be happy for you now that you have a girlfriend. I'm done with you good bye I hope you have fun with your girlfriend while she still loves you, you slag.\"\n\n*two hours later She returns home to find her girlfriend in bed with the neighbor*\n\nRemember: Don't be an ass . Don't assume you know everything about a person and don't make assumptions about a person because you could be wrong. Also don't be afraid to experiment outside your comfort zone you might find something about your self you didnt know."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She isn't into her brothers but a wealthy pervert made her an offer she can't refuse. All she has to do is let her brothers have their way with her in the billionaire's mansion for a weekend and she gets the mansion. | [
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"content": "Confusion and then rage filled me as I stared at the ‘mansion’ that that asshole, Brock, was trying to ‘show-off’ to me. I pulled the torgid shaft of my older brother, Bob, from my plump lips and tried to use my angriest voice as I addressed the asshole billionaire holding an architectural model of a beautiful mansion. Beautiful, if you ignored the fact that it was barely a foot tall!\n\nI say tried, because I was still wedged between my twin brothers Joe and Jon. Even if incest wasn’t my thing, being airtight felt *realllllly* good. Every thrust of Joe down into me or Jon up into me caused my voice to shake and rise in octave.\n\n“What is this? A mansion for ants? How can I be expected to live there... *if I can't even fit inside the building?!?”*\n\nI tried to look angry. I’m pretty sure I just looked ridiculous as my tits bounced in time with the hard thrusts against my body.\n\nBrocks mouth hung agape as he pondered how to deal with me catching onto his bullshit. Finally he just looked up at Bob and spoke to him.\n\n“Okay, so now could you fuck her brains back *into* her?”\n\nBob managed to stop laughing and nodded, grabbing me by the hair and thrusting himself back into my mouth and throat.\n\n“I’ll be able to help again in about 5,” Jeff called from where he sat on the living rooms opposite couch, next to my dad. They both looked exhausted. Mom and my little sis were trying to get dad going again, working together on their knees before him, but he’d already dropped four loads in me over the last day-and-a-half. For a guy his age, that was pretty impressive.\n\nFuck it, we’d long ago sailed past the point of no return. I’d just put the mansion on my shitty apartments shitty bedrooms shelf as a memento. Whatever."
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