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Write a story using this writing prompt: The gods have made a mistake and punished the wrong mortal, you!!! Unless you can convince then that they indeed made a mistake then you'll be stuck like this. | [
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"content": "“You are brave, mortal,” the heavily muscled, heavily bearded Zeus scowled at me from his enormous, expertly crafted sculpture in the Parthenon. “But stupid. You dare suggest a mistake was made, and by myself, no less, and expect to live?”\n\n“No!” I shouted in my strange, high pitched voice. “Just that...well, what am I to have done to deserve such a strange punishment, oh great Zeus? I am but an ordinary, law abiding citizen. I don’t think I’ve committed a crime in my entire life.”\n\n“Are you not responsible for the burning of your neighbour’s crops?”\n\n“No, mighty Zeus. I think not.”\n\n“Did you not slaughter a hundred cattle and not make a single offering to your betters?”\n\n“I slaughtered but two lambs this past month, my liege. And one was most certainly offered up to thee.”\n\n“Did you not strike down the majestic eagle—my own symbol—just this morning? A clear defiant act against Olympus?”\n\n“If I had, sire, I would most certainly deserve punishment. But I did not.”\n\nHe paused.\n\n“Is your name not Phillipappus?”\n\nI shook my head, sending my light brown curls shaking this way and that. “My name, sire, is Aleander.”\n\n“Aleander,” he repeated. Then, “well I’m sure you’re guilty of something. You might have considered doing those things or worse.”\n\n“But I did not!” I cried. “Please! Lift this curse from me! I cannot be a woman!”\n\n“I don’t see what the issue is,” he said in a bored tone. “I have it on good authority that women have a more pleasant sexual experience. Although, poor Tiresias is still blind after saying so to Hera...”\n\n“But I’m a farmer!” I shouted. “These weak, hairless arms cannot work the plough as I had done when I was a man.”\n\n“True,” he agreed. “They are quite soft.”\n\n“And these enormous breasts!” I groaned. “They get in the way when I get to go about working the field. My neighbours oggle me strangely. And they chafe frequently!”\n\nZeus nodded wordlessly, staring down at the cleavage that was straining against the cloth covering around my top. \n\n“Once a month I ache in my nethers,” I complained. “I feel like I am about to perish every time!”\n\nI got the impression he wasn’t listening to me. He was staring down at me, his eyes had a strange look about them. I caught them lingering on the swell of my breast, and my wide, child bearing hips. It was then I recalled the stories I’d heard as a boy, about the young, supple mortal women who found themselves in Zeus’s presence.\n\n“You know what?” I said, anxiously. “Now that I think about it, maybe this is something I should bring to the attention of Hera. Or a more womanly Olympian! I apologize for disturbing you, mighty Zeus.”\n\nI ran from his temple, refusing to look back behind me. For I also knew what happened to the poor folk in stories who dared look back. Disaster always befell them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] How to tell male elves from female elves: A *very* handy traveler's guide. | [
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"content": "The Elven species is one of grace and beauty, but also many perplexing mysteries to this of differing racial heritage.\n\nFor instance, why has the Elven written language remained unchanged for millennia? What makes Elven merchants refuse to except the currency of any nation other than their own? Where does the Elven race get their exceptional aptitude for the mystical arts?\n\nBut most vexing of all, how do you tell the genders of Elves apart from one another? This last answer, I happen to have just learned the answer to; the women have bigger cocks than the men.\n\nGael lets out a soft groan as his long, nimble fingers swim through my short-sheared locks of auburn. He seems to be enjoying the soft, warm confines of my mouth. I can feel his turgid little 3-incher twitching between my lips as he coos down at me in the androgynous tone that all members of his race seem to share.\n\n“Look at you down there. You like the taste of Elven dick, don’t you?” He purrs, giggling softly. I slip his pint-size member from my lips and smirk up at him, a few strands of saliva still connecting us.\n\n“You call this a dick?” I grin up at his cute little grimace, hiccuping as he quickly stuffs himself into my warm maw once more.\n\n“Just keep sucking, daughter of man. It’s all that you human women seem to be good for.” He hisses down at me with a smirk.\n\nIt’s no sooner than he’s said that than his sister’s palm cracks across my toned behind as she continues to bounce me in her lip. She’s about three times the size of her brother in terms of both length and girth, and my cunt is getting pounded with every inch. Gods, I’m afraid she’ll leave bruises on my velvety inner walls.\n\n“Not *all* they’re good for, brother.” Galadriel snickers, sharing a soft giggle with her twin as they continue going at me from both ends.\n\nFor a few moments, all that can be heard is the symphony of lewd noise in the small inn bedroom that I’d planned on having all to myself. The moans and groans of the twins. The flesh on flesh smacking of Galadriel’s hips against my ass. The sloppy wet slurp of my lips around Gael’s dicklet. The squeak of the mattress springs beneath, and the creak of the wooden bedframe. It’s here that I have a brief period to reflect on the events that led me here.\n\nI’m a sort of courier/negotiator for a large merchant firm based out of Eagle’s Roost, back in the Dominion of Man beyond the White Mountains. The twins represent an Elven bank that my corporation would need to work with in order todo business in the Elven Kingdom. All I was sent here to do was to get a contract signed and decide on the profit cut that the Elves will be taking. This inn was chosen for its geographic location, equidistant between Eagle’s Roost and Esyalion.\n\nI arrived shortly before noon yesterday and procured my lodging, settling in and enjoying a meal. I didn’t expect to wait more than an hour for my Elven associates. Come nightfall, however, they remained absent. All throughout today, nothing. The two pompous knife-ears didn’t arrive until after midnight.\n\nI was ready to simply get the contract signed, go to bed, and relieve myself of the two tardy tarts in the morning, but they insisted on buying me a drink as we discussed the contract. Then another, and another, and another. You get the idea. I knew I should’ve stopped, especially when the two tall, slender pricks seemed to be getting far less drunk than I. But I felt entitled to enjoy a bit of the Elves’ coin after their lack of punctuality had held me up for more than a day.\n\nSoon, the contract was lost from my mind. I was giggling and letting the Elven fingers roam over my body at our secluded corner table in the little cantina. After I let slip how horny Dwarven rum makes me, the twins were more than happy to escort me back to my room. When they made me blush, commenting on how pretty I was for a human despite my battle scars, I felt confident enough to ask which of them was the girl twin and which was the boy twin.\n\n“Why don’t we show you?” They chirped in unison, taking a break from sharing my lips’ kisses between the two of them\n\nAnd here we are; two mischievous little Elves taken advantage of a poor, drunk human girl who’s hornier than she’s felt since she learned what Orc dick felt like at university.\n\n---\n\n*To Be Continued...*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ashley was born with a family curse. When Ash wakes up in the morning, Ash is randomly male or female. Usually, this is not a problem as Ashley can generally maintain a sense of androgyny and hide the curse. Today, however, when Ash woke up… | [
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"content": "*Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!* Ash thought, lying motionless on their bed. Covers still pulled up to the neck, sunlight filling the bedroom, *hand that was not theirs* resting on their belly. *Shit, what was I thinking?* Ash turned their head, away from the window, away from that reality, and looked at their sleeping partner. Tony’s face looked peaceful, his short beard curling around beautiful lips. *Sweet, tender lips*, they thought, remembering last night. Ash wanted to touch him, to feel his skin, but was afraid to, scared that the dream would pop like a bubble. They held a hand in the air, inches from his nose.\n\n“Mmm, good morning, baby,” Tony said, waking. As he began to stretch, his face bopped their finger and he winced. “Oh hey, there you are.”\n\n“Yup! That’s me! All me!” Ash slid off the bed before they could make it any more awkward and ran to the bathroom. Taking one peek back, they confirmed it: *I fucked Tony last night.* His thicker physique made Tony look like an ogre compared to their androgynous aesthetic, but somehow they made it work. Ash ran cold water in the sink and splashed it on their face until the droplets soaked their shirt. “Fuck!” they cursed quietly, patting themself on the chest. Ash’s nipples were sore. *Oh yeah, Tony loved to play with them.* ***I*** *loved it when he played with them.* They peeled off the shirt to look at the damage. “Holy, shit!” \n\nTony knocked hard on the door. “Hey, are you okay in there?”\n\n“Y-yeah, I’m fine!” Ash looked at the hickeys on their neck and shoulders, the pink welts on their small breasts. “Jesus Christ, am I in high school?” They put the shirt back on, then thought about their bottoms, and their bottom. “Come on, Ash, you can do this. Just grab and deal with it.” They slowly pinched their elastic waistband and pulled out the front of their sweats. Down below, they saw their familiar bare mound, and in the darkness, something *more*. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” they seethed.\n\nTony didn’t ask if they needed help. He abruptly opened the bathroom door and Ash, surprised, let go of the elastic. It snapped back hard into their gut with a loud *whack*, and they held onto the vanity for balance. “Oh shit! I’m sorry, did I scare you?” He rubbed their back sympathetically until Ash waved him off.\n\n“A little privacy, please?” they whispered. \n\n“Yeah, uh, sure,” he replied. “It’s just...last night was wild.”\n\nAsh pulled back their collar and their hickey was reflected in the mirror. “Tell me about it.”\n\nTony backed away from the door and closed it, leaving them alone once more. *I really like him,* they thought. Ash rubbed their ass and realized it was sore, aching for something that was there, but was gone. They looked into the mirror: “I don’t want to fuck this up.”\n\n\nTony sat at the edge of the Ash’s bed in his boxers, looking around the room. He admired the large reproductions of *Nighthawks* and *Automat* hung prominently above the bed, wondering why he didn’t notice them before. He heard the bathroom sink run again, then the door latch. Ash stepped out wearing a bathrobe, their slender figure cinched tightly above the waist. He looked up with kind eyes. “How are you doing?”\n\nAsh stood still. “I...I’ve been better.”\n\n“Is this about me? About us? If you want we can forget about last night and just go to work like nothing happened.” \n\n“No, no. You were great. Really, really great. You have no idea how much I needed that… needed you.” Ash was running out of ideas and spun around. They wanted to be honest and be who they were with Tony, but were scared. “I need to say something, Tony, I-”\n\nAsh was cut short when they felt Tony’s hands around their waist, and his lips on their neck. His breath was like life itself, filling them with renewed vigor and longing. His strong fingers dug into their hips, and they felt themself melt into his chest. Ash reached behind and held his bearded lips against their tenderness and moaned softly. Legs betrayed them and bent slightly; Ash leaned into his lap and felt the hot bulge through the robe, then felt something tenting in their own panties. \n\n“Stop, stop,” Ash said, pulling away. “Wait.” They pulled the sash and the robe loosened. Ash ran their hands over the lapels to expose their petite chest, then drawing Tony’s eyes lower, past their smooth belly, to their white panties with the little pink bow, and the noticeable bulge slanted to the side. “You need to know some things.”\n\nTony stumbled backwards onto the bed, eyes trained on the outline of Ash’s cock. A million expressions washed over his face as he stroked his beard in disbelief. Ash took a step forward but he put his hand up. “I uh, need a minute.”\n\n“Oh…” Ash looked sullen and started to walk back to the bathroom. \n\n“I never knew,” Tony started, “I don’t even think I cared. You are the funniest person at work with your low-key burns on everyone. I *always* thought you were cool, but I’m only now realizing that I love you.”\n\nAsh’s heart exploded. “What did you just say?”\n\nTony took off his underwear and approached them. “I said, Ash, *I love you*. All of you.”\n\nAsh looked up with a tear in their eyes. “No fooling?”\n\n“None, babe. Could you love a clueless lunkhead like me?”\n\nAsh jumped into his arms and kissed him with unleashed passion. Wrapping their legs around his hips, they searched for Tony’s mouth through his mound of facial hair. *Those warm lips...he loves me...his tongue...Oh God!* Ash moaned softly as they invited him to play in their mouth, kissing and biting his lips. \n\nTony held Ash’s soft round ass, tight against his belly. He knew there was something there, something he didn’t notice before, but was unfazed. Ash was Ash. They arched their back to give him more access to their chest, and he took advantage of it. He found a breast and suckled on their hard nipples. \n\n“Oh, fuck yes, Tony,” they moaned, running their fingers through his hair. Ash wanted this to last forever, to be writhing in pleasure in his arms, taken for what they were. They could feel his cock, brushing against their panties each time he dipped and rocked. “Oh god Tony, give it to me. I need it.” Ash licked his neck and scratched his back. “I need you, baby.”\n\nTony spun them over to the bed and Ash fell off. Spying the open drawer with condoms, he helped himself to one while Ash peeled down their panties, ass-up and ready. He looked at *Automat*, the young woman pondering life in a cup of coffee, then looked down at Ash’s perfect ass, hands spreading their cheeks for him. He squeezed a little lube on his tip, then spread it over their puckering hole. “Are you ready?”\n\n“Mhmm...oh!” Ash closed their eyes in ecstasy. Tony’s cock felt magnificent in their ass, slowing pushing further. Hands grasped their hips and slowly, forcefully pressed in more. “Ff-fuck yeah,” they moaned. The bed moved with them as he changed angles and fucked them down into the mattress. Ash’s cock rubbed against the bed sheet each time Tony plunged the depths of their ass. Their breaths were like metronomes, keeping in time with Tony’s attacks and retreats. \n\nTony grunted and leaned forward to hold Ashe’s upper arms, then bent them backwards, fucking them upright. The slick ass bounced noisily on his cock as he rammed faster, holding them at the edge of orgasm until neither could hold back any more.\n\n“Ff-fuck!” they both screamed and came at the same time. Ash’s cock unloaded a rope of cum onto the pillows and sheets, while Tony filled his condom, buried inside Ash’s hot ass. He groped their breasts from behind, riding their convulsions and clenched muscles until they both fell back into bed, exhausted.\n\n“Jesus Christ,” Ash gasped. “That was fucking amazing.” Cum dripped onto their legs as their cock receded, then shrunk inward. \n\nIf Tony had looked down, he could have seen Ash’s genitals change to its feminine form: pink lips, hood, and swollen clit. If Tony wanted to, he could have slid his cock between their legs again and find a wet, eager pussy. That is, if Tony wanted to. As it happened, he only wanted Ash’s arms draped over his chest, their head resting in the crook of his shoulder, and their tender lips pressed against his.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Sir? Is she for checking or carry-on? | [
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"content": "Warning, very mild reference to \"waste\". No details but I am a weirdo who thinks of these things.\n\n***\n\n\"Checked\" Replied the Business Man as he hoisted the slave girl up onto the conveyor belt at the check in desk. She didn't squirm or cry out even though she wasn't gagged like a lot of slave are which showed just how well trained she was. Especially since she was also obviously brand new. \n\nThe lady at the check in desk noted that and cast an admiring eye over the bound body next to her. \"Ooh, she's very good isn't she sir! Special occasion?\" \n\n\"No, no. My wife collects them you see so I always buy her a new one to bring home when I have to travel for work.\"\n\n\"That is so lovely of you.\" She tightened a cheap travel collar around the slave's neck. It had a bar code printed on the side as well as a small tracking chip that would make it easy to find her in the airport if she should somehow escape baggage handling. Not that this one seemed likely to be any trouble. \"How many does she have now?\" \n\n\"Well, I'm not too sure to be honest. I know I've bought her one from China, Greece, France, Brazil...\" \n\nThe slave girl didn't hear the rest, the belt suddenly kicked into motion and she was rapidly carried away from the conversation. She felt plastic strips brush over her ass and then sides as she passed through into the area of the airport intended for baggage and not to be seen by the passengers. \n\nFirst the short conveyor belt deposited her onto the next which was was travelling at a right angle which meant that now she was moving sideways. She turned her head to see what was coming next, there was regular luggage here as well but as she passed under a sensor the system recognised her as a slave and up ahead a gate switched. She kept her mouth shut just as she had been conditioned to do even though it was very uncomfortable to be pushed against it until she was taken onto the new belt. Once she was sent on her way, the gate flipped back to its original position and the suitcases carried on their way uninterrupted. \n\nBack to her original ass first position the slave couldn't see what was coming and her composure finally broke a little as she felt metal arms lift her by the legs as she was still moving, which pressed her head into the belt uncomfortable. She huffed frustratedly then felt something start to wrap around her from her ankles down. It was safety tape, one of the many measures the airport would take to prevent damage to live cargo. It went all the way to her neck and then back down again and up until her body was coated in several layers of shiny black tape. Thanks to her position, her bottom was still exposed. The first set of metal arms set her back down as gently as a machine could, which wasn't very, and another set hoisted her up again but this time to a sitting up position. She could see what was coming this time. First her hair was tugged back as tight as it could go and worked into a single ponytail, held with three ties at the base, the middle and end. Then a black rubber mask with a hole for the hair at the top was slipped down and over her head. There were also holes for the eyes, nostrils and mouth but at the sides of the mask were metal stud buttons.\n\nShe quickly realised what they were for as before she was set down again another arm came down with a panel gag that snapped into place on the buttons. The inside of the panel was a rubber tube that held her mouth open. \n\nShe lost her composure yet again letting out an undignified squeal as she suddenly felt the ground disappear from underneath her and she felt her stomach lurch. There was a squeaking sound as she slid down a metal slide but the tape and the mask at least protected her against friction burns. She was truly in the bowels of the machine now, she looked around as best she could and witnessed a whole maze of belts around and above her. She felt her body judder, the slide had deposited her on a line of metal rollers. She came to a stop and then was hoisted bodily by a set of human hands. \n\n\"God, look at this one.\" A rough voice said, all she could see was the heels of a pair of work boots walking with her. \"Do you think anyone would notice if I...\" \n\n\"Jesus Christ Len, look how upmarket she is. Of course they would notice! Just send her on her way, I set aside a more used up one for us.\" \n\nThe two men laughed and set her back on the belt, as she went she spotted another girl wrapped up like her on a desk next to the belt, the visible parts of her caked in cheap makeup that had smeared down her face. She winked at the slave as she passed. \n\nThankfully she now got a bit of a rest as she was simply taken to a holding area. Hands once again set her down off the belt onto the floor where she was greeted by the sight of another slave's behind as well as his cock and balls. She looked around as best she could, there were at least 20 slaves here but it could have been more. They were all set in formation, facing the same way in neat rows. Nearby an older woman was talking to a fresh faced boy who could only just have been out of school. \n\n\"So what I like to do is organise them by flight time, when the baggage transporter comes the front right to left are ready to go. We load 'em on and then we move the whole lot forward. So this row is for the 15:00 flight, then the next half row is the 15:10 and so on. See how it works?\" \n\nAt the head of the pack a baggage carrier would regularly come with one truck free for human cargo and then the whole troop of slaves would move forward. The slave girl started at the back and she had no way to track the time but the two baggage handlers she'd heard earlier had swapped shifts to go get lunch by the time she was at the front row and taken to be loaded onto the plane.\n\nIn the cargo hold were special pens for the slaves, ten of which were filled once she was on. Each one resembled a large metal pet carrier that was open at the front and back and they were stacked on top of each other in two arrays. The slave girl was in the back one, so she could see the behinds of the front array as well. The handlers buckled thick straps around each slave once they were place, pressing their body down. \n\nThat wasn't the end of it however. In front of her she saw handlers attaching a strange device to each one. It resembled a chastity belt but bulkier and more padded and there were two black tubes that led from the front and behind then joined into one, then all fed into the floor. \n\nThe slave girl grimaced, her life at the elite training academy had been far more dignified than this. Her vision was blocked by a man attaching a tube to her front panel gag and she felt someone else buckle one of the chastity belt like devices onto her from behind. \n\nAll cargo secured, the hold was cleared and the hatch shut. Finally, the girl thought. No more surprises. That was when the \"in flight entertainment\" started up. She couldn't have known this but up in the passenger compartment the seats all had small TVs in the back. They had the usual movies and music but also a live feed to the slave section of the cargo hold and touch controls for the vibrators in the belts. \n\nShe wasn't teased for the whole flight, the Business Man getting bored occasionally and switching over to a movie but whenever she finally dozed off he seemed to become interested again. After a while he slept as well but then it was dinner time. A foul tasting nutrient paste was pumped in through the tube that connected to the slaves' mouths all at once. The slave girl wasn't sure if it tasted so bad because it was cheap or if all airplane food tasted worse at altitude. \n\nEight hours and many denied orgasms the plane touched down and she was unloaded. Once again she was fed onto a conveyor belt system that worked in reverse, removing the hood and slicing the tape from her body. She was deposited onto a baggage carousel, mixed in with the regular luggage and carried around and around until eventually the Business Man appeared and casually lifted her onto his trolley.\n\n\"Yes dear, just touched down. I should be home in less than an hour... of *course* I got you a present! You're going to love this one, I thought she'd go well with that new maid's set you bought before I left...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had a unique form of ESP. She could feel it whenever anyone around her orgasmed. | [
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"content": "My roommate thought I was a freak. I didn’t blame her.\n\n\nEvery evening, like clockwork, I came back to the dorm and pulled the covers over my head. She barely spared me a glance. I clamped a hand over my mouth and lay in the darkness, my eyes squeezed shut. \n\n\nThe waiting was the worst part. My body tensed in painful anticipation until I forced myself to breathe. The air trapped under the blankets was already too warm, and the scent of my own deodorant made my pulse skyrocket. It was hardly a bad smell. It just came with certain associations.\n\n\nI flinched, curled up, letting out a soft whine against my palm as my body twitched in sympathetic pleasure. The first one was hard. An orgasm that faded into the beginnings of arousal was exactly backward, and the lack of resolution left me wanting. Hungry for more.\n\n\nA low, muffled groan escaped me as I got just that. It made my stomach tense and spasm with false aftershocks, and I panted through my nose, trying not to be too loud. For a few minutes, there was only hot, breathless darkness. Deodorant mixed with fresh sweat and other, headier scents. I kept my legs clamped together, free hand clutching at my thigh. I wanted to touch. Oh, I wanted to. But-\n\n\nA faint orgasm ran through me, barely a tremor. It left me squirming, pleading in silence. The ones on the edge of my range were the worst. I knew someone on the other side of the building was gasping into her pillow in the throes of pleasure as I suffered the unsatisfying echo.\n\n\nDarkness. Heavy breaths. Stale, thick air that smelled more and more like sex. I wanted to throw the covers off, just for a moment, but I could still hear my roommate. What existed now was a paper-thin pretense, but I didn’t know what would happen if it was shredded.\n\n\nSo I stayed in my little tomb of pleasure, waiting for the next. \n\n\nAnd the next.\n\n\nAnd the next.\n\n\nUntil I couldn’t hold back and shoved my hand between my thighs. Until I was a sticky, quivering mess under the sheets. Until I was exhausted, overwhelmed, barely moving...\n\n\nCraving more.\n\n\n------\n\n\nA quickie written on my phone. Hopefully it's decent."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your best friend and her boyfriend are in a contest to see who can go the longest without an orgasm. She's enlisted *you* as her secret weapon! | [
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"content": "I peered out of the crack in my bedroom door and saw Nate watching the Office on Netflix. He was in his blue jeans and our school hoodie, sitting on our couch, his hands inside the front pocket of the sweater. Cassie said she was going to step out and grab some food for the three of us, that she'd be back in a jiff. \n\n\"I'll be baaaack,\" she said, in an imitation of Michael Scott's voice as she shut the door. \n\nThat was the cue. \n\nI pushed the door open and walked into the kitchen. I was wearing red dolphin shorts and a white crop muscle tee. My light brown hair was up in a messy bun. I spritzed some water on my arms and chest to give myself a glistening look, like I'd just come back from a run. \n\nOr like I had just finished doing something naughty.\n\nI jumped back, pretending to be startled.\n\n\"Oh! Nate, sorry. I didn't know you were here!\" I lied, trying to force myself to blush. \n\nNate looked at me, standing there, showing off my legs and cleavage, my hair looking effortlessly messy, but in a cute way. He squinted, suspiciously. \n\n\"Didn't know, eh?\"\n\n\"No, I didn't,\" I said, attempting a laugh that sounded embarrassed and nervous. \"I mean, I heard Cassie say she was getting dinner. I just thought it was going to be her and I...Not that I mind you being here. I just would have put on pants if I'd known...I'll go change.\"\n\n\"No, no,\" he said in an almost challenging voice. \"Don't change on my account. It is your place, after all.\"\n\nI offered my best smile, showing off my dazzling teeth. \"Can I get you a drink?\"\n\n\"That'd be nice,\" he nodded, still staring at my face, suspiciously. \n\nI made a show of bending down as I pulled open the refrigerator and peered inside. The beer was *right there* in front of me. We really didn't have much else in stock. But I pretended like I had to search for something, wiggling my butt, ever so slightly, in the air. \n\n\"Looks like all we've got to drink is beer,\" I said, walking over to him and passing him a Bud Lite. He took it and thanked me, his eyes turning back to the TV where Michael was explaining how he'd screwed up by promising elementary school kids that he'd pay for their college if they graduated from high school.\n\n\"Ooo, Scott's Tots,\" I said, cringing as I sat down. \"I always have trouble getting through this one.\"\n\n\"Oh, don't watch on my account,\" he said. \"Wouldn't want you feeling uncomfortable.\"\n\n\"It should be fine,\" I said, sipping the beer. \"Wouldn't be a good hostess if I just left you alone.\"\n\nHe turned to face me, his hazel eyes peering into mine. \n\n\"It's not gonna work,\" he said.\n\n\"What isn't?\" I frowned.\n\nHis lips curved into a smile. He gestured at me with his free hand. \"*This*.\"\n\n\"I don't know what you're talking about,\" I insisted. \n\n\"No? You're telling me Cass didn't tell you about the bet?\"\n\nI arranged my face into a puzzled expression, but tried to do it in a naive, borderline bimbo sort of way. \n\n\"What bet?\" \n\nHe snorted. \"Ok, Sal, sure. What bet.\"\n\nHe sipped his beer and wet back to the show, grinning.\n\nI fiddled around with my hair. I stifled yawns. I tried sneezing in a cute way. Nothing. Not a glance. I got up from the couch, walked over slowly to the pantry. I peered up at the top shelf, got onto my tip-toes and pretended like I couldn't reach the chips. I closed the door, walked back to the couch, and crossed my arms under my chest.\n\nHe was still smirking, but not looking at me.\n\nHe was good. I had to admire his self control. I wasn't even wearing a bra. I'd made sure to wear my nipple piercings. Nothing! I fidgeted, changed sitting positions. I did every subtle movement I could think of that would make my parts jiggle that wouldn't be too obvious. But he just sat there, smirking at the TV while Michael Scott tried to avoid telling those kids they wouldn't be going to college with his money.\n\nCass said it had been difficult. They'd started the bet a month ago. If she couldn't get him to cum by the end of the month she'd have to do...*something.* I had no idea what it was. Apparently it was that embarrassing.\n\nBefore Cass lured Nate over to our apartment, she told me the details of the bet. Asked if I could help. \n\n\"Do whatever it takes,\" she told me. \n\n\"Uh, whatever it takes?\" I asked nervously. \"What does that mean.\"\n\nShe bit her lip and just repeated the words. \"I can't do this humiliation, Sal. Please. By any means!\"\n\nI turned around on the couch to face him, my legs crossed on the cushion. I leaned on my hands and watched him.\n\n\"May I help you?\" he asked, still not looking at me.\n\n\"How are you and Cass?\" I asked.\n\n\"We're great,\" he said, smiling. \"And when I win the bet, we're gonna be greater.\"\n\n\"And what is this bet?\" I persisted. \n\n\"You know what the bet is,\" he said, sipping his beer. \n\n\"I assure you I don't.\"\n\n\"You do,\" he said. \"Maybe you don't know about the humiliation. But you know about the bet. She's using you to get me to slip up. It was a good move. But I ain't biting.\"\n\n\"Well, let's pretend I did know what you're talking about,\" I said, thoughtfully. \"This bet must be sexual, right?\"\n\nHe nodded, smiling.\n\n\"Some sort of orgasm denial thing?\"\n\n\"That exactly. Bravo,\" he said.\n\n\"And this humiliation? How bad is it?\"\n\n\"Oh, I don't want to go into deets,\" he smirked. \"But it involves the internet.\"\n\n\"And that goes both ways?\" I asked.\n\n\"It does. If she wins, I've got to do something and put it on the net.\"\n\n\"You guys didn't put and provisions on the bet? Like, if she told anyone, she'd lose?\"\n\nHe shook his head.\n\n\"And Cass wants to win real bad?\"\n\n\"She does.\"\n\n\"Bad enough to hire me to tease you until you get blue balls?\"\n\n\"That's what I expect, yes.\"\n\n\"Wow. Pretty devious of us,\" I said. \"I guess you've figured us out, huh? Such a smart dude. Guess I've got no choice but to take it up a notch.\"\n\nHis eyes were on me now, his mouth turned downward into a confused frown.\n\n\"What do you--PUT YOUR SHIRT ON!\" He snapped. \n\nI flung my shirt onto the floor and massaged my breasts. \n\n\"What d'ya think, Nate? Nice, huh?\"\n\nHe got up from the couch and walked to the center of the room, where he stood, exasperated, torn between not looking, and really, really wanting to look.\n\n\"That's out of line,\" he said.\n\n\"Is it?\" I asked, eyebrow raised. \"If Cass did put me up to it, she'd want to win at any cost, right?\"\n\n\"I'm leaving,\" he said, sternly. \"Tell Cass I'll catch her later.\"\n\n*Shit, shit, shit*, couldn't let him leave...\n\nI tossed the dolphin shorts at the back of his head, just as he was about to step out. \n\nHe paused. Then, because he's a man, her turned and gawked at me, 100% naked, my legs spread onto the table top, my hands rubbing my breasts, fingers tweaking the nipples. \n\n\"Betcha didn't expect the rings,\" I winked. \"Got them freshman year of college. My friends called me Saturn for a month when they found out. They really do feel better when guys have their tongues on them.\"\n\nHe stood there, obviously playing a mental chess game with himself. Whichever side was playing to leave was losing. I could see from his jeans that he was erect. \n\nI slowly moved a hand down to my shaved pussy, my eyes staying on him. \n\n\"You've got a hot girl you've probably only dreamed of seeing naked, all alone. Girlfriend is out for who knows how long. You're gonna just pass this up?\"\n\n\"I can't have sex with you,\" he said. \"I wouldn't do that to Cass.\"\n\n\"True. But there ain't nothin' wrong with watchin.'\"\n\nHe watched me play with myself, watched my fingers rub at my clit, my legs up at my shoulders, two fingers on my other hand inserted deep inside myself.\n\n\"Mmmmm, it would feel so good if you joined in,\" I moaned. \"I'm getting pretty close. Wanna see me squirt?\"\n\nHe bailed right then. My legs fell to the ground, defeated. A few minutes later Cass came in with two boxes of pizza. She looked at me, naked on the couch, turning a half full bottle of Bud Lite in my hands. She looked around the room.\n\n\"Where's Nate?\"\n\n\"He just ran out,\" I said, raising the bottle to my lips, thoughtfully and taking a sip. \n\n\"Did you fuck him?\" she asked.\n\nI gave her a look. \"I wouldn't do that to you.\"\n\n\"Not even a blowjob? Not even a handjob?\"\n\n\"Nope. Nothing.\"\n\n\"Fuck!\" she groaned. She looked at the clock. \"I've still got two hours. We need to think up something. I am not losing this bet. Put some clothes on. He's probably at his place.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her one true weakness, the thing she couldn't resist, was surprising. She *loved* Gummy Bears... | [
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"content": "Night shift meant I almost always went home on the first bus of the day. In winter, it was usually dark and cold, but as the seasons changed, I'd sit with my head against the window and watch the sunrise, trying not to be rocked into sleep by the gentle motion of travel, the consistent drone of the engine its own lullaby.\n\nThe morning the girl got on was one of those days. I'd already finished a cup of godawful 7-11 coffee and had just opened the bag of Gummi Bears I'd bought to chase its bitter flavor when the bus drew to a halt and the doors opened. I glanced up in idle curiosity as a tiny blonde boarded the bus and had a brief exchange with the driver. I meant to avert my eyes when she turned my way, but found I couldn't. She was absolutely beautiful, stunning in a way that made my stomach lurch, petite and pale, with gorgeous, elfin features and pale blue eyes. I was staring.\n\n\"Morning!\" she said, with an energy and cheeriness I could not have mustered from an entire pot of coffee.\n\n\"Hey,\" I said, wondering if my blush was visible.\n\nShe sat down directly opposite me, pencil skirt sliding a little higher up her thighs, and took off her jacket to reveal a light blue blouse, the top couple of buttons undone so that I could see her throat, her collarbones.\n\n\"Are those Gummi Bears?\" she asked, nodding at the bag. Her voice had a breathy, slightly musical lilt.\n\n\"Yeah,\" I replied, making a face. \"I was revisiting my childhood, but they're so sickly sweet. It's too early.\"\n\n\"Are you kidding me? I *love* Gummis. I'd eat them all the time if they didn't make such a mess of my skin. Can I have one?\"\n\nI couldn't imagine anything ruining that perfect alabaster skin. I held out the bag, helpless to stop my eyes flickering down as she leaned forward, offering a teasing glimpse into her blouse, a flash of white bra, small breasts snug in its cups. I felt my cock stir at the sight and shifted position as she plucked a small, mildly deformed bear from the bag, her eyes lighting up.\n\n\"Strawberry,\" she said.\n\nI frowned. \"Really? Green is strawberry? That's fucked.\"\n\nShe grinned. \"Red is raspberry. They had to differentiate.\"\n\n\"Huh. The more you know.\"\n\nShe popped the bear into her mouth and closed her eyes, and I swear she shifted in her seat in much the same way I had and gave a quiet moan through closed lips, an expression of pure bliss on her face a lover would kill to see.\n\n\"So sweet,\" she murmured, as she began to chew. \"Oh, my god, that's so fuckin' good.\"\n\nI swallowed, watching her chew, her thighs falling slightly apart, just enough to make me think about what was between them without actually being able to see anything. A quiet snort of laughter escaped me at being suddenly and absurdly rock hard watching a girl eat shitty candy.\n\nShe swallowed, then let her head fall back, another little moan escaping her. A flush had crept into her pale cheeks.\n\n\"You...er...you really like Gummi Bears,\" I said.\n\n\"It's awful,\" she said. Was she slightly breathless? \"That thing about food and sex is so true.\"\n\nI glanced down at the two dollar bag in my hand.\n\n\"Can I have another?\" she asked.\n\n\"Have at it,\" I said.\n\nShe reached over and took another, a red one.\n\n\"Raspberry,\" I said. \"I still think Strawberry should be red. They could just say raspberry is blueberry and nobody would know the difference.\"\n\n\"I'd totally know,\" she said.\n\n\"Can't have candy fraud distracting you from your Gummis,\" I said.\n\n\"Exactly,\" she said, with a hand gesture for punctuation that sent the raspberry bear tumbling from her fingers and down the front of her blouse.\n\n\"Oops! Shit.\" She pulled it away from her body, looking down the front.\n\n\"Do you want another?\" I asked, heat in my face.\n\n\"No, I'll find him. I think he fell all the way down.\"\n\nI stared as she untucked her blouse from her skirt, shook the front of it, then lifted it up. Her waist was so tiny I was pretty sure my fingers would touch if I was to hold it in my hands, and her belly button piercing caught the sunlight beginning to stream through the windows.\n\n\"Weird,\" she said, and stood up, beginning to unbutton her blouse.\n\n\"It probably fell on the floor,\" I said. \"You should…\"\n\nI trailed off into silence as she popped the buttons one by one, revealing more skin, a small mole just beneath her right breast, then the bra itself, simple and lacy and about the sexiest sight I'd ever seen in my life.\n\n\"Oh, here he is,\" she said, flipping the edge of one cup back far enough for the merest suggestion of faded pink areola. \"He got stuck to my boob.\"\n\nI was speechless, increasingly aroused, my eyes fixed on her breasts, one of which sat just a little higher in her bra than it had as she took her seat, apparently oblivious to her open blouse, and slid the tiny bear between her lips, chewing slowly, closing her eyes once more, straightening one leg, her booted foot sliding along the floor as she exhaled through her nose and made a series of soft sounds of pleasure that sounded for all the world as if she were being caressed in some fashion I couldn't see.\n\n\"Y-you should probably just take the bag,\" I said, holding it out.\n\n\"Oh, I couldn't.\" She clasped her hands, squeezing her breasts together. \"I'll just take a few and then I'd better stop.\"\n\nShe wet her lips as she once again dipped into the bag, coming up with a small handful of multi-colored ursine refugees. I expected to watch her devour them one by one, each an individual pleasure. Instead, she stuffed them all in her mouth at once and began to chew.\n\n\"Sho goo,\" she managed, leaning back in her seat, both feet moving as she touched her bare stomach and I watched, astonished, as she moaned, her mouth stuffed with sugary joy, a thin stream of saliva stained with a mixture of food coloring, rusty orange, spilling from her lips, dripping from her chin onto her chest, between the cups of her bra. She touched herself there, smeared it on her skin, fingers slipping inside her bra and scooping out her right breast. She squeezed it, and I saw her thumb push at the hard tip of her nipple.\n\nI was frozen in my seat, unable to tear my eyes away as she chewed the bears to a pulpy mess and then swallowed once, twice, three times, gently caressing that one perfect little breast as she did.\n\nI had no idea what she was getting from it, and I no longer cared. She briefly raised her hips off the seat, reaching down to hike up her skirt, revealing matching panties, tight against the rise of her pubic mound, outlining the shape of her sex as she opened her eyes and looked right at me, one hand moving slowly down to touch lace I imagined was hot and damp, fingertips pressing it against the flesh beneath, rubbing…\n\nThe back of my head thumped gently against the window as the bus rounded a corner and I came awake blinking, my cock pressing hard against my jeans. I felt the warmth of the sunrise through the glass.\n\n\"Dreaming,\" I mumbled to myself. \"Jesus Christ.\"\n\nThen I saw the Gummis. The bag had tumbled from my lap, scattering the little bears across the floor, their stubby arms reaching for rescue. I realized I was close to my stop and quickly gathered them up dropping them back in the bag. The bus drew to a halt as I stood, the dream girl already fading from my mind, and tossed it into the trash. I walked towards the front, pausing when I felt something under my shoe, looking down to see a tiny green bear squished like a cartoon character against the ground, arms and legs splayed.\n\n\"You deserve that,\" I told it. \"Strawberry is not fucking green.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An alien zoo full of humans introduces its first male to the exhibit. | [
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"content": "I remember walking home from the Walmart with plastic bags of groceries as everything went wrong. \n\nA massive portal opened up below me, too fast for me to react. I couldn’t breathe, my groceries escaped my grasp. The air around me smelled like... harsh spices, or powdered ghost peppers, or something equally unpleasant.\n\nI blacked out before I could get a good look at where I was. I remember fragments. Being contained in a bed-sized translucent chamber. Being fed via tube through the throat. Seeing glimpses of the beings who had taken me. They were giant creatures, that’s all I could say for certain. I remember feeling myself being handled and carried. \n\nI finally wake up, slowly. The air still feels a bit painful, but at least it’s breathable now. I feel where I am before I dare open my eyes, touching the ground where I lay prone. It feels... hard, like asphalt, but not really like asphalt. Like fake, slightly rubbery asphalt. I move my hand a bit more, wondering where I am. \n\n“Oh my god he’s awake!” I hear a voice say right near me. A feminine voice, someone that was near me, seemingly, for long enough for me to wake up. \n\nI start to regain my senses quickly, fearful of what’s going on. I hear and feel against the ground as a huge group of footprints start coming towards me. I finally blink my eyes open, turning to look at the sky. I see the reflection of glass above me, not quite being able to tell what’s behind it. I turn my head to the side to see people jogging towards me, before I have to close my eyes again, for fear of sensory overload.\n\nI feel the footprints stop all around me. I feel a group of people, looking down on me.\n\nAfter a few moments, I finally pull enough of myself together to open my eyes and see who’s surrounding me.\n\n...Girls! Girls? Pretty girls at that. There must be 10 or 12 of them, all staring at me like I’m something they’ve never seen before. An avalanche of voices start piping up. \n\n“Are you real? You’re real, right?”\n\n“I can’t believe they finally gave us one!”\n\n“Who are you? What’s your name?”\n\n“Where did they get you from?”\n\n...And a ton of other sentences I can’t quite make out. I let out as much of a response as I can.\n\n“...wha? ...who...”\n\nMore voices. \n\n“Oh my god he’s real!!”\n\n“Finally, they figured it out.”\n\n“This is so awesome!”\n\nI shake my head a bit more and get a better look at my surroundings. I take a closer look at a few of the girls.\n\nThere’s a huge variety among them. Every race, color, body shape, hair color, eye color, and everything. Like they were picked because they all look so different. \n\nMy thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of someone reaching down and touching my hand.\n\n“Are you ok?”\n\nThe voice is gentle, like a nurse. I do my best to be honest. \n\n“...I... I’m so confused...”\n\nMore voices. \n\n“Oh god, now we’ve freaked him out.”\n\n“Dammit dude, get a hold of yourself, I need some dick!”\n\nThe voices fall silent after that one. There’s an awkward pause before the gentle voice talks again.\n\n“Everything is ok, I’ll explain everything once you fully wake up from stasis.”\n\n“Oh Jesus, you just want your turn first, don’t you, Savanna?” Pipes up a more aggressive voice. I look up to see a short, red headed girl, looking angrily at whoever is holding my hand. \n\n“No, I just think this is too much for him to take in all at once! Give him some space, Trish!”\n\n“No, you give him some space!”\n\n“Hey, I called dibs back in the day!” Pipes up another voice. \n\n“Well I’ve been here the longest!” A louder voice echoes from further away. \n\nBefore long, they’re all arguing with eachother. I can’t handle it, apparently, because I barely last a minute before I pass out again. \n\nI wake up, more calmly this time. I open my eyes to see someone sitting near me, right above me. \n\n“Hello... again.” The gentle voice says quietly, being as friendly and non-intrusive as she can. “Sorry about... before. It’s just that all the other girls are excited to see you.”\n\nI shake my head and come to my senses a bit more, finally being able to talk normally. \n\n“W-what? Where am I? Who are you people?”\n\nShe delicately places her hand on my chest. \n\n“Calm down, everything is ok. You were taken, just like we were.”\n\nI try and fail not to shiver at the implications of that statement. \n\nShe continues, “We’ve been taken against our will too, as captives of these massive creatures. There’s not much we can do about it, but we’re well fed and have eachother.”\n\nShe seems to talk in a far-off voice, like she’s trying not to get emotional. \n\n“I’m sorry if you had any life before they took you. It’s likely that it will never continue.”\n\nI finally look at her face. She’s a dark-skinned woman, wearing a white T-shirt. Her face looks pained, like she’s had to tell this to many people before. \n\n“But...” she suddenly speaks a more uplifting tone, “You are the first man who’s ever arrived here. The girls have been dying for the Giants to give us a man for years, and finally you’ve arrived.”\n\nA smile crosses her face as she traces my chest up and down with her finger. \n\n“The girls are very excited to see you.”\n\nPart of me is terrified of being taken advantage of by these women, but horny-brain is starting to kick in.\n\n“So. Would you mind if I...?”\n\nShe puts her hand down against my belt, pushing it away slightly. It takes me a second to figure out she’s insinuating something, but I still can’t quite tell what. \n\n“...uh, what do you mean?” I say, not wanting to deny her.\n\n“You’re still very scared, and tired, I’m sure.” She says, a more devious smile crossing her face.\n\n“Please, allow me to take your mind off things...”\n\nShe pulls my pants and reveals my manhood. Before I can really react, she lowers her head down, kissing the tip of my penis. It’s not like I’m gonna tell her no now.\n\nShe slowly begins kissing and licking her way around it, building up my erection. Before I can even think of anything to say, my cock is in her throat, as she slowly pushes back and forth, giving me the first blowjob I’ve ever received. I gotta tell you, it was nice. \n\nI shut my eyes again, letting this happen. I can feel myself getting harder and harder, and before long she’s going quickly enough that I could burst at any moment. \n\nAs I approach orgasm, I hear someone a little ways away. “Hey, you can’t just have him all to yourself, I want some!”\n\n~ ~ ~\n\nTo be continued"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When you made that particular mistake, you realized you were in for mountains of friendly ribbing. You just didn't realize that would be such a turn-on. | [
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"content": "I've never written this kink before, so bear with me. I may well have *no idea* what I'm doing! \n\n1/2\n\nSabrina knew that she’d goofed as soon as she hit send. Her stupid finger had landed one photo to the right when she was quickly dashing off the message, and instead of attaching the drawing she’d done of her elven bard, she’d sent everyone around the table a photo of herself cosplaying as Princess Zelda… Cosplaying as princess Zelda, making an exaggerated ahegao face, her eyes crossed and her little pink tongue lolling out, as she made peace signs with either hand, little digital blush lines filtered onto her cheeks. Instantly feeling flustered, she hurriedly sent the drawing in a second message, and tried to delete the first one… but it was too late.\n\n“Alright! Sabrina! Coming alive!” Brant said setting aside some minis and looking up at her from his laptop. He gave her a comical eyebrow wiggle, and she could immediately feel herself starting to blush.\n\nNestled behind her Dungeon master’s screen and her own computer, Hailey smirked at her, peering up past her glasses. “Oh… so you’re playing *that* sort of bard,” she purred, holding an uncomfortably firm level of eye contact. “I’ll give you +2 to charisma, but you’re going to need to roll a will save to resist grapple attempts and tentacles.”\n\nThe whole table burst into laughter, as Sabrina blushed, suddenly hyper aware that she still had her blonde hair in the braids from her cosplay shoot with Hailey from before the game. The group had decided early on that sexual content in the game was A-ok. Sabrina, despite how racy she sometimes was on the web, had been more shy in person, usually just watching things happen to other people. This was the first indication that she had given (Accidentally!) that she wanted to get more actively mixed up in things. With an odd heat flowing through her, she forced herself to speak. “Oh my god, you guys! That was for my Instagram! My bard… Linelle... isn’t like that!” she shouted, smiling even though she felt she’d never live this down.\n\nEveryone sort of laughed, noticing the broad smile on her face, even as she shouted at them, seemingly more aware of her vibe than even she was.\n\nMarcus, the party’s rules expert, raised a hand, waiting for the group to quiet down a bit. “Sabrina, I think it’s important for you to know that we’re all here for you. In fact, if Linelle ever needs a bit of assistance at the end of her watch, I do prepare an extra copy of… *Black Tentacles.* \n\nThe table roared. Both of the boys bellowed loud, open-mouthed laughs. Hailey scrunched up her face with mirth, barely able to breathe and crying actual tears, she laughed so hard. Sabrina even laughed herself, even as she could feel her skin turn crimson. Another wave of heat passed over her chest, and her nipples felt tight, suddenly rubbing against the inside of her shirt in a way she couldn’t ignore. She shifted slightly in her seat, and she could tell that she was *alarmingly wet*. Laughing, her diamond tipped breasts jutting forward in her tight shirt, she stood up, starting to step away from the table.\n\nHailey quickly rose up next to her. “Oh my god! Come on! Let’s do this while I have actual tears!” she laughed, throwing an arm around Sabrina’s shoulders. “Jesus Sab, you’re laughing so hard you actually look like you’re horny! This is gonna look great!” She held out her phone, catching both of their faces in the frame. “Double Ahegao!” She chirped, widening and crossing her own eyes, lolling her tongue out.\n\n“Do it! Do it! Do it!” The boys chanted.\n\nSabrina felt beyond embarrassed, totally put on the spot, like the center of attention, and unbearably aroused. She actually started to pant, her heart racing in her chest. She felt a tingle in her panties, and she slipped into the exaggerated O face more easily than she ever had before, tossing up a peace sign just long enough to snap a photo with her friend, before she had to excuse herself, rushing up the stairs.\n\nClimbing into the darkened upstairs, Sabrina was quickly sure that she hadn't had an accident, but she thought she might need to do something about her panties anyway. She was wetter than she ever had been before, and she could practically feel her clit tingling whenever her mind flashed to how embarrassed she was. The ways that her friends had been razzing her seemed to be turning her on even more than the feeling of her pearl brushing against the warm, moist cotton covering her crotch. She ducked into the office that Hailey used for private conferences with the players and leaned against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest and her bra feeling tight against her mounds. She was actually panting.\n\nWithin moments, Brant softly approached her. She’d always thought he was a little cute. Now, she was horny enough that he looked downright handsome, especially with such a soft look of concern on his face. “Hey!” he whispered. “Are you doing okay? We can all back off, if we’re out of line. I mean… most of us follow you on Instagram anyway, we would’ve seen it...”\n\nShe sighed, her gaze shooting toward the ceiling. “You’re fine! I’m fine! I’m just HORNY!” she shouted, exasperated with the turmoil of emotions inside her but practically forcing herself to speak.\n\nBrant Shushed her, and whispered, himself, “You’re horny?”\n\nShe shrugged, whipping her head back and forth in consternation. “I’m horny, somehow, from being embarrassed and from you guys making fun of me!” she said, her voice rising again.\n\nAgain, Brant shushed her. “You’re *horny*… because you’re *embarrassed*, and we’re *making fun of you*?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Once again, you're stripped naked, owing everyone around you a pile of sexual favors. Someday, they might figure out you're better at this game than you let on... | [
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"content": "The cloth bag was passed to Lou and it was light, only one tile left inside. He fished out the piece, a useless scrap of pasture with the knob of road, only playable at the fringes of their fictional French burg. Spinning the piece between two fingers, he looked up at his fellow gamers, waiting for him to make a move. He let out a sigh and dropped it on the dining table. \"Well, shit.\"\n\nJessica clapped her hands and rose from the table. \"About fucking time. How long have we been playing this?\" She walked into the kitchen and refilled her wine glass before bringing the bottle to the table. The newest addition to Monica's game night, Jessica was also the least interested in strategy games like *Carcassonne*, and Lou often found her cavorting in the hallways and rooms of his house while others played smaller games. \n\n\"Two hours,\" her girlfriend said. Mary picked up the bottle and poured for Tina and Rita before draining the rest in her glass. \"It normally goes by faster with four players, but with eight…\"\n\nRita pinched the bridge under her glasses and sighed. \"It can be a real drag.\" \n\n\"You can always opt out, find something different to play,\" Monica said. Hearing his name, her partner perked up and looked around the table. A mix of coworkers, friends, and workout partners, Monica's game night crew had wildly subjective tastes, but somehow she had managed to charm them into coming over bi-weekly to play, bribed with food, wine, and pleasant company, and sometimes dice. \"Anyone can switch out, even Lou.\" \n\nAs the others stood up to stretch their legs, Lou stayed seated next to Erica as she started crunching the numbers. She flicked the tiny wooden men from the tiles and kept score as she moved a token for each player forward on the counting board. By the end of initial scoring, Monica and Lou were in the lead. \"Not bad,\" she said, \"I think you might have a chance this time.\"\n\nThe others returned for the second counting like a ship of pirates wanting their fair share of the filthy lucre. It was hard to cheat in *Carcassonne*, but it was easy to miscount. Halfway through the road and city tally, it was clear that Lou had made some blunders, as others moved past him on the counting board. The final count of cities and pastures sealed his fate. Not only did he finish dead last, the board was riddled with his unfinished monasteries and partially walled villages.\n\nTina chided him. \"Dude, I can't believe you're a city planner.\" He could only look down and shrug his shoulders. \n\nTaking note of the board positions, Monica walked behind him and kissed his head. \"Someday you'll get this game, honey. Just not tonight. Why don't you go get ready?\" \n\nLou nodded and headed for the guest room upstairs. Slipping out of his clothes and into a loose robe, he waited on the edge of the bed for the women to sort out who would go up first. The suspense was killing him. When he heard a knock on the door, his heart raced. \"Come in.\" \n\nMonica peeked around the door before swinging it open, revealing her naked body, nipple piercings catching the room light. \"Hi sweetie,\" she said, running her finger under his chin. A single stroke from his life partner was all it took to get him rock hard. \"We're going to do something a little different. The girls don't want to take turns.\"\n\nHe looked at the full-sized bed and panicked. \"How are we all going to fit? I mean, not just on the bed, but me...\" Dozens of scenarios played out in his head, heads and hands running into each other, a jumbled pile of limbs, each scene causing more consternation to wash over his face. \n\n\"Hey, hey,\" she soothed, \"it's going to be okay. I'm going to be here with you too. But if this is too much, we can go back to the regular order.\" Her broad smile melted his heart and inhibitions. \n\nHolding her hands on his lap, Lou kissed her deeply. \"I trust you.\"\n\n\"I know sweetie. I love you too.\" She opened the side table and pulled a long soft cord. \"Turn around.\" \n\nHe complied and folded his arms behind, waiting for her to tie his favorite knots. The lines bound his wrists snugly against the small of his back, criss-crossing around like a crocheted harness. As he tested the rope, squirming and rotating his shoulders, Monica held his cock, giving him encouragement. \n\n\"What's the safeword?\" she asked.\n\nHe crawled on the bed and laid, face up. \"Mambo.\"\n\n\"Alright. Not a peep unless you need it.\" Stepping back, she called into the hallway. \"He's ready.\" Erica walked in, wearing nothing but a big smile and a purple strap-on. Pegging was fun, but he knew that was end-game level play, and hoped that she did too. She laid down by his side, tapping her dildo against his cock until it twitched. The anticipation made him smile.\n\nRita entered still wearing her yoga pants but had taken off her shirt and rubbed them until her dark nipples were visibly hard. Kneeling between his legs, she bent down to lick his shaft, repeating the motion on its purple playmate. \"I like the natural one, if we're comparing,\" she said, licking her lips. Lou focused on her eyes, locked in a gaze as she dipped down again, taking him into her mouth. Her tight lips took his breath away.\n\nHe caught a glimpse of Tina, one of Monica's running club friends, coming over in a sheer nightie and no panties, her sex barely hidden by the hem. Straddling his shoulders put a little weight on his bindings and he winced, but it was not terrible. She giggled at his agonized face and then slid forward until all he could see and smell was her tight pussy. Waiting, Lou looked up through the sheer fabric, unwilling to move until she let him. A nod was enough, and he opened his mouth. \"Fuck yeah,\" she moaned, holding his hair and the head board. As he licked and savored her delicate folds, Tina rocked into his face. \n\n\"That looks like fun,\" Sandra whispered in his ear. \"Will I get a turn?\" \n\n\"He can't answer,\" Monica replied, stroking his hair. \"But you can work that out with Tina.\" Looking to the side, he could see Sandra's pouty, sun-kissed face. The logistics started to make him worry, but once again, his partner found a solution. \"Why don't you ride his cock for a bit first?\"\n\nShe took the offer, sitting back to back against her friend. Lou's cock, slick from Rita's loving blow job, waited to be used. Holding his lap, she lowered her tan-line marked sex and took him into her pussy. \"Fuck,\" she groaned, stopping partway. Lips folding inward, she pushed ahead and took more of his shaft while Rita sat up to hold her and kiss her open mouth. The warm, slick feeling of her tight hole was divine. \n\nThe four of them moaned with ecstasy, rocking and writhing together while Erica and Monica watched. Lou wondered where the last two women were, but was answered by muffled moans coming from the other side of the shared wall. Jessica and Mary were fucking on his bed and there was nothing he could do except enjoy it in his imagination. His wife kissed his forehead. \n\n\"I told you it would work out,\" she said. Reaching over his nose, she found Tina's clit and massaged the wet skin. Panting harder, Tina dropped all her weight onto his mouth and came with a shivering orgasm. The vibrations sent him bucking and thrusting back at Sandra, still riding his aching cock. \"He's close,\" she told her.\n\nSandra fell backwards onto his belly, the thick member flicking her cream back onto Rita, who went back down on his shaft. Hips pinned to the bed, he grunted and came in her mouth, one, then two ropes of cum hitting the back of her throat. She coughed, a mixture of semen and spittle splashing back onto him, but smiled with satisfaction. \"I love game night.\"\n\nMonica helped Tina and Sandra to the couch by the bed, both of them drenched in sweat and sex. Lou was panting too, but it was time for the end-game. Kneeling on all fours across the bed, he presented his ass to Erica. He couldn't stop his hole from puckering in excitement. \n\n\"A little bit will help,\" Erica said as she rubbed lube around, then into his ass. Her finger slid in easily, massaging the firm edge of his prostate, and Lou groaned and smiled, but turned into agony when Monica stroked his sensitive cock. \"Are you ready?\"\n\nLou wordlessly nodded but inside, was begging to be filled. Erica clutched his waist and pushed the strap-on dildo into his ass. Heat, then cool, pulsating pleasure cascaded over his body. She slowly worked more of the purple cock into him, pushing him into the bed. Eyes half open, he could see Monica come over and hold his face.\n\n\"My sweet boy, thank you for letting me share you with my friends.\" Her hands cupped his cheeks and they kissed, rocking back and forth while Erica pegged him faster. She pressed a button on the phallus and it buzzed to life, sending vibrations to both of them. Lou's cock twitched to life, dripping onto the sheets below in short wet ellipses. \n\nHe looked back and watched his wife wrap her arms around Erica and play with her breasts, the three of them joined at the hip. Lou could feel another orgasm building but focused on Erica, holding back until she was satisfied. Monica nuzzled into her neck and shoulder, and that last moment of tenderness sent her forward, clutching his chest as she came on top of him. Dropping to the bed, he felt the strap-on pull back and exit, and Erica laid by his side, giggling and kissing his cheek. \"The score,\" she said, wiping his temple with a finger. \"From the game. There's only one way you could have lost that badly.\"\n\nLou grinned. \"Oh? What way?\"\n\n\"By outplaying *everyone*.\" \n\nConcern flashed over his face. \"Please don't tell,\" Lou begged. \n\n\"Don't worry,\" Monica said, slapping his ass. \"*Everyone* knows.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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"content": "Bethany let out a whooping holler of triumph, pumping one bangled wrist in the air. “Woohoo, I beat you AGAIN! You’re never going to get good at Soul Fighter at this rate, Jared.” She brushed her dark, tightly curled hair out of her eyes and adjusted her tube top unconsciously.\n\n“Look, I beat your ass in the regionals, didn’t I? That’s how we wound up on the national team together.” Jared huffed, crossing his arms. “Just be patient with me, I’m a Dark Hearts player, not a fighting gamer!”\n\n“Yeah, the Powers That Be decided to team us up for the fighting game leg of the nationals next week because they thought you were better than me. But that special gauge kill was a complete fluke, you haven’t beaten me ALL DAY!” Beth cackled, and Jared felt his heart pump faster.\n\nIt wasn’t anger.\n\nBeth was cute, and even hot when she got her bratty game face on. Their rivalry had been heated in the regionals, but they each enjoyed being rivals without being mean spirited. It was literally a game, after all. The tension was far less angry and more…something else.\n\nOf course, Jared was still huffy about getting his ass kicked all afternoon.\n\n“Oh, fuck you,” Jared replied with a smirk as he brushed his dirty blonde hair out of his eyes. It was getting a tad long for his taste, nearly reaching his shoulders, but he hadn’t had time to fix that since getting swept up with his team going into the national videogame tournament.\n\nHe’d have to fix that though, because this one would be televised.\n\n“Fuck me yourself, you coward.” Beth said, grinning broadly.\n\n“That almost sounded like a challenge,” Jared replied, one eyebrow cocked.\n\nBeth stood up, her short pink skirt fluttering up a few inches. Jared could see her matching pink panties, but just for a split second.\n\n*Shows where my eyes were, I guess,* Jared admitted to himself.\n\n“I’d say that yes, it was a challenge, except you don’t want to risk getting me pregnant, do you?” Beth teased, turning around and flipping her skirt dramatically, giving Jared a look at her ass, clad only in the string between her cheeks. “That would put a bit of a damper on the whole competition, wouldn’t it?”\n\nJared growled playfully. She wanted to play chicken, huh? He’d play chicken. He reached into his pocket and fished out his wallet, retrieving the condom he always kept in there. This one was only a few weeks old, so it would be fine to actually use.\n\nOf course, it wouldn’t come to that.\n\nJared chuckled as he held it over her shoulder, letting it come into view. “I could fuck your brains out without worrying about that, Beth.” He kept his voice low and seductive—his gravelly voice was one of his favorite qualities about himself, so why not use it?\n\nJared was expecting Beth to freak out. To turn around all flustered and tell him no while hyperventilating in panic. Then he’d laugh at her for a good minute, make sure she calmed down, and go back to getting his ass beaten at videogames. She’d been gleefully humiliating him all day; he deserved a little payback.\n\nHe didn’t expect her to turn around and meet his eye with a defiant grin, but that’s what happened. “Please, you’re way too whipped to go through with something like that. I mean, I’ve been kicking your ass all day, clearly I’m the one in charge here, hmm?”\n\nBeth turned back around—and *dropped her panties*, bending over the arm of the couch, pretending to examine her nails.\n\nBeth’s pussy was *right there.* Before he realized what was happening, Jared dropped his pants, slid the condom on, and pressed his member against her ass cheeks, one hand gripping her hair.\n\n“You’ve got *one* chance to tell me that I’m better’n you at games. Otherwise I’m going to pork your brains out, right here, right now.”\n\n*The hell are you doing, Jared?! She’s going to kill you, and then she’s going to get you kicked out of the tourney, and then she’s probably going to throw your ass in jail*…Jared’s rational superego was screaming at him in his own mind.\n\n“I wouldn’t say that no matter what you do to me!” Beth exclaimed breathlessly. “You can fuck me all you want, you monster, but I’ll NEVER give in to your demands!”\n\nThe part of Jared’s brain that had been arguing a moment ago registered the clear consent, nay the clear *need* Beth was giving off as he plunged into her sex, pounding for all he was worth. At this point that was a small part of his brain, but it would be glad of the registering in the morning.\n\nFor now, however, it was ALL id. “Oh? Are you sure about that, you slut? This is for taunting me about losing to you all damn day!”\n\n“OH FUCK! YES, call me that again!”\n\n“A slut? Oho, you like that, do you? You like it when your rival dominates you and tells you what a dirty girl you are?”\n\nThe rational part of Jared’s mind cringed. He was new to dirty talking and it clearly showed.\n\nBeth didn’t seem to notice. “OH FUCK YES I LIKE IT! I’m sorry Jared, I’m sorry I was such a bitch to you!”\n\n“You gonna tell me how much better I am than you now, slut?” \n\n\n“NEVER!”\n\nJared scoffed and pulled out long enough to roughly—but safely—toss her over the couch onto her back, grabbing her thighs and pulling them around his cock. “Then I’m gonna prove it by making that tight pussy of yours squirm for me!”\n\nThe rational part of Jared’s mind was amazed when he felt her tighten around him and saw Beth arch and squeal, having her first of many orgasms that night.\n\nIt would be several hours before Beth, fully nude, would sit up from the floor, lean on one arm, and grin at him. “So…friends with benefits?”\n\nJared would grin predatorily, mirroring her motions. “I like the sound of that.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Before she even realized what was happening, the hotheaded Fairy had flown under her clothes and fit a ring snugly around her clit and flew back out. "With that ring I can now tweak and toy with your clit from anywhere, so take me on your little quest unless you like surprise magic fingers." | [
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"content": "Marienne was more than a bit distracted as she gathered her bag from the ground. A few moments prior, a bird (she thought) had flown under her new skirt, heading straight for the least appropriate destination under there. It felt like a mockery to the naivety of the skirt purchase; the merchant at last port claimed it to be \"impenetrable adventuring gear\".... so much for that. *In the middle of a market, that's where this bird decides to fly,* she thought, tugging the skirt down an inch and shaking her head. She was mostly just grateful no one seemed to have noticed.\n\nSuddenly she heard a voice speaking to her from just over the market clamor. \"With that ring I can now tweak and toy with your clit from anywhere, so take-\" The rest was cut off by some loud haggling of a merchant and customer nearby.\n\n\"I, beg your.... pardon?\" Marienne glanced around the marketplace, trying to locate the source of this -somehow brusque *and* high-pitched- voice. What a weird afternoon it was becoming.\n\nFinally spotting the orator, she knelt down by the wine barrel he was standing upon. Her eyes wide, she looked to the nearby stalls. Did no one else see this guy? Apparently not. His act of invisibility might not have been magic, though. There was certainly a lot to see and do here, and Marienne was certainly the only one paying attention to this 6 inch tall, well-dressed man with wings. She had heard of \"fairies\" but never actually met one.\n\nWhen he caught her attention finally, he flashed a smug, sarcastic smile. \"Took you awhile. Anyways. As I said, I now control your sexual pleasure. You are welcome,\" he said while bowing dramatically. \"I have placed a ring upon you, and my magic alone controls the fate of your most precious nub. So I expect you to comply and bring me on your quest.\" He nodded at the last word, then gesturing in way that implied that they should be getting on now.\n\nMarienne furrowed her brow, confusion and annoyance replacing the flustered look on her face. \"What quest are you talking about? I'm just leaving my shitty hometown, I don't have a destination or a quest. And that was you, flying under my skirt?! Unbelievable.\" She rose from her kneeling position, slinging her bag over her shoulder and turning to walk away. Suddenly, she learned about that newest addition to her panties. She felt the ring - soft like jelly but magically shaped for, and fit tightly to, her clitoris. It didn't hurt. Rather, it was like a small tug. A tug that turned into a tapping. A tapping that became a vibration. All of these, before she was even out of earshot.\n\n\"Are you sure? Because this connection will persist until I cease it to be.\" The ring activity ceased temporarily, to her surprise and slight disappointment. She looked back, and the smile on his face, his eyes narrowed into a knowing look, told Marienne everything she needed to know. This guy actually meant it, every word of this craziness. She sighed, turning on her heel and scooping the fairy into her bag. \"Fine, but only so you can remove this privately.\" \n\n\n As they traversed the populous city center the fairy, who identified himself as Yalen, demonstrated the full power of his....leverage. At one point the ring generated a suckling sensation which nearly brought Marienne to her knees. In the most crowded section of town, he made the back half of the ring stretch and move in a lapping motion against her lips. When they passed the nuns working in the church garden, Marienne could have sworn he made her say \"oh god\" on purpose. After 30 minutes passed, they reached a clearing far enough away to afford some privacy.\n\n​\n\n\"Okay, enough! Now that we are out here, remove this ring from me. I'm seriously not going anywhere interesting. Why me? And-\" She was interrupted by Yalen doing a slowed wrist-twirling motion, which resulted in a warm, circling feeling around her clit. It felt like the concept of idly twirling a lock of hair on a sunny afternoon while reading a good book, but manifested as clitoral stimulation.....specifically. \n\n​\n\n She took a sharp breath in, and released it slowly. \"-And, why do you need to come on my 'quest' to no where?\" Marienne shook the fairy out of her bag and onto the forest floor. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Yalen was a winged creature and found the aggression inconsequential, if not also amusing as he landed on his feet. \n\n​\n\n He flitted up to a study tree branch just before her pretty face, reclining on it with his head propped on his hand. \"There aren't exactly any fairy shuttles from one city to the next. I can fly approximately \\*that\\* distance, that I did just now. And let us just say,\" he began slowly, \"...you aren't the first gal I've used the ring trick on. Turns out, I probably shouldn't have ringed the Baroness. Or her handmaiden. Or at least, not ringed them during a state dinner.\" Yalen smirked and looked up toward the edge of the clearing. \"As a result it's best that I head on to somewhere else, quickly. I saw you, and you are dressed like you are heading somewhere, so I have decided it is you who will take me onward.\"\n\n​\n\n Marienne rolled her eyes. \"And you couldn't have just asked nicely? Was \\*this\\* really necessary?\" She stepped back, lifting the front of her skirt and gesturing to the ring, which was visibly oscillating in a creative -albeit, rather intimidating- pattern around her clitoris. Yalen dropped gracefully and swiftly down from the bough to get a better view of his work. Marienne tried to give him a stern look, but the way she was now tilting her head back in pleasure slightly made that difficult. \"To be fair,\" She began, softening her tone. \"It isn't the worst thing. But you could've just asked for a ride.\" \n\n​\n\nShe let go of the front of her skirt, much to his disappointment. \"Let's go, then. I don't want to still be in this clearing when you figure out the motion I *really* like down there.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a sexy tradition every birthday you take an inch of dick for every year you've been alive. As an immortal the number is starting to get pretty out there. | [
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"content": "Janice started the tradition when she was 24. Twenty-four inches of dick! Four slightly-above-average guys in one day was a perfectly slutty way to celebrate a birthday. Janice knew them from college - they had always been consistently down to fuck in whatever sinful combination was called for. The next year, Janice wanted to repeat it, but one of the guys was out of town. His replacement turned out to be almost exactly one inch longer, increasing the sum total dick length to 25\". Hence it became a tradition.\n\nHer 20s and 30s were no problem. A small orgy was nothing out of the ordinary for Janice, and she had more than enough stamina to satisfy four to six guys. Her sex drive was abnormally high, with typical sex or masturbation sessions easily stretching past the two hour mark. A couple of times she brought another girl or two to help the extra guys entertained when her three holes were all being used. But, part of the tradition was that Janice had to make each individual dick ejaculate herself. Otherwise it wouldn't count towards the total dick length.\n\nJanice first realized she was immortal when she hit 50 and it dawned on her that her body had stopped aging around year 35. Her weight hadn't changed by more than a pound or two either way, her body had all the same tone and muscle. Which was good, because her birthday celebrations were getting a bit out of hand. These days Janice was seeking out partners months in advance, trying to line up a slate of VERY well-endowed men, if for no other reason than to reduce overcrowding. The average dick length was about 8\", allowing Janice to keep the party size to a reasonable 7 guys or so each year.\n\nFucking and sucking 7 guys to completion, well, it's harder than it sounds. Janice loved every second of it, no doubt. But her body absolutely took a pounding, her insides getting stretched out by huge cock after huge cock, and she was sore for almost a whole week.\n\nYear after year, the annual ritual of depravity continued, each time with an inch more dick, a spurt more cum, an ounce more sweat. To keep it interesting, Janice starting making every 10th year a novelty. Her 60th, she was blindfolded the entire time. Her 70th was the gloryhole year, taking the birthday cocks through a series of holes in the wall of a public bathroom. For her 90th, she went small - 30 guys, each with 3-inch peckers, lined up to get their dicks licked or stick their tiny peckers in Janice's pussy.\n\nThe 100th birthday was a poolside affair, with 17 above-average men pleasuring Janice along with eight of her girlfriends for an entire day. At this point, the volume of cum was considerable, with load after load splattering Janice's face, glazing her still-perky tits, or filling her cooch until it overflowed.\n\n240 was another special occasion. 48 participants showed up for a 24-hour fuckfest. Janice got naked as the clock struck midnight and put her hand on the first cock, and worked exactly two cocks per hour to orgasm, the final two spurts of cum striking her cheeks as the clock struck midnight once more.\n\nLast year was number 300. With nearly 60 dicks to stroke lining up at 300.2\". For the last few years, working all the cocks in the same day was becoming more of a challenge. Some years, a small group of girls was necessary just to get all the dicks hard fast enough. But this one was a speed competition for Janice, who hurriedly deep-throated, licked, jerked, and grinded each one to orgasm, finishing off the lot of them in 5 hours and 17 minutes. Exhausted and sweaty, Janice licked the cum off her lips as she dozed off to sleep, her mind already racing with excitement about what she'd do for year 301."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Imagine it darling. Our daughter...our little girl. On our fours like a bitch in heat. Moaning like a whore as a hard member violates her wet teen flesh. Used. Debased. A slut. A common harlot. I'm so proud." | [
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"content": "We had at first worried when she admitted to being pansexual so young (just 10), but we will always want honesty and happiness. She dated people in a spectrum of expression, interests, and personalities, find those who complimented her. We reminded her to have body autonomy and be safe, consent learning being essential from the start of young life.\n\nAdmittedly the first time she brought home two people we were worried (and she's only 16), but a talk with her sweet friend Wednesday and her parents helped us to get some perspective (yes this is a wink to the Addams family inspiration). She made clothes and then designed costumes. Some of the costumes getting risque, but it is important she be allowed to explore herself, just following the rules too, bring proud of your body is good. I own my sexuality in my way, as does my partner and I respect her right to do so too. She starts modeling and I encourage her to find what moves her and stay safe, so she does.\n\nShe asks me about what things come to her mind and I make sure she has what she needs to be healthy and safe, the protection before sex even started and directed her to experts and information on safety so I wasn't her only guide. \n\nAs high school was ending she was looking at college and considering how she would pay for it, what was a reasonable option for covering tuition costs and then housing and food. Well, she confessed to me she enjoys modeling and sex. And having done some numbers she could look at paying for college without debt with online SW, and I was worried at first, but trust her determination. \n\nSome people tried to shame her, and then shame our family, but I've never followed the Puritanical mindset, and I *love* porn, so I could never judge. I've supported many friends at drag nights, musical performances, and bought custom clothes, car repair, etc. I'm proud of her openness and she's gonna be a great student.\n\nI'm sitting at the table with my partner when a get a message from a cousin telling me they were sent something worrisome. I'm prepared for either a troll or family BS again. And then the screenshot and link arrives. I check it out and tell them to get over it, and respect her choice and that she's now debt free and has a degree and is happy. \n\nSo I turn to my partner and share the latest guilt attempt and inform them of the synopsis of this video. \n\n\"Imagine it darling... ....A common harlot. I'm so proud.\"\n\nAcross the table my partner smiles and a twinkle pops in their eyes. \"She has done well, and found people who suite her, and work that makes her happy. It doesn't surprise me knowing you as I do.\"\n\nAnd it's true, I'm also a dirty minded slut who loves getting stuffed and filled secretly. Looking perfectly angelic on the outside, while I have a large toy hidden inside me, or a small plug tucked in my tight little ass. \n\nThanks to asking my advice I knew to direct her to safe silicone, glass, steel toys and lots of options, designs, and sizes. But I wasn't that surprised when she slowly ended up getting bigger and bigger toys, much like I once did, and still do, heehee.\n\nPeople would try to shame her and I would take none of it, from family or friends.\n\nAnd it was a private small group of friends who also knew about the secret collection of kinky toys behind the locked closet. The nights alone when the floggers, paddles, riding crop, rope, candles, and more would come out of the drawers and make cries of happiness come alive.\n\nThe close friends allowed to spitroast my needy holes, too nervous to record, but oh so much fun. Then adding in toys, plugs, and vibes, oh my. \n\nThe nest is empty, our daughters fantastic slutty skills have paid for a comfortable home that she loves, and she even gave us a modest minivan that has been a huge help we never expected. I wonder if proud is even a strong enough word, she is iconic, and deserves praise for her skill."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The party’s paladin still hadn’t figured out the rogue kept getting caught stealing on purpose. The thought of being reprimanded turned them on like nothing else. | [
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"content": "\"Plunderer!\" \n \n*Slap* \n \n\"Scoundrel!\" \n \n*Slap* \n \n\"Thief!\" \n \n*Slap* \n \n\"How many times must I teach you this lesson, you wretched pilferer?\" Claudia asked, before continuing to spank the petite backside of the lithe rouge that was bent over her knee. \n \n\"Ah! I'm sorry Claudia! It's just that, ah, I get these sinful urges and I just, ah, can't control myself!\" The rogue, whose name was Krista, responded. As she spoke, the black-haired minx made sure to keep her head down, so that Claudia wouldn't be able to see the joyful expression on her face. \n \nFour months ago, Claudia caught Krista stealing a dagger from a blacksmith, and took it upon herself to punish the little thief. She did this by dragging the girl into her tent that night, and spanking Krista until her bottom was as red as an apple. \n \nHowever, rather than improve her behaviour, the aforementioned spanking only seemed to worsen it. Krista began stealing more often, and more brazenly as well! In response to this, Claudia began spanking the rogue much more often, and made sure to not be gentle. \n \nThis delighted Krista, who had only increased the frequency of her thefts in order to receive more punishment. You see, Krista's one weakness was muscular women, so being treated so roughly by a well-built paladin like Claudia was like a dream come true for her. \n \n\"There, that's fifty!\" Claudia announced, after striking Krista's bare backside for the final time. \"Hopefully this time, you'll learn your lesson.\" \n \n\"Oh, I think I will...\" The rogue responded, breathing heavily as she spoke. \"But you know Claudia, I can still feel those sinful urges with around inside of me. Do you mind if I sleep in your arms again tonight? Your divine embrace will surely eliminate them all this time.\" \n \n\"Very well. Though you must try not to rub against me so much, like you did last time.\" \n \n\"I'll try.\" Krista smiled to herself as she stood up and began to disrobe. One day she'd properly seduce Claudia, but for now she was just happy to be able to share a bed with her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your wizard friend is helping you give up smoking. Every time you have an urge to smoke it is replaced with a powerful urge to give him head. Wait, how will this help again? | [
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"content": "No matter what she did, the craving was still there. She's sat in the corner, back straight, foot bouncing on the ground anxiously, visibly tense, trying to read a book she'd left unfinished for a month. After opening and closing it six times, going over the same few sentences over and over, she gave up and began pacing the living room, passing the couch where Evan was watching TV.\n\n Finally, she broke. \n\n\"H-hey Evan? Uh, bud? Do you mind if I...\" She asked timidly, gesturing to his jeans, where she was sure the pack she'd given him was stashed in his pocket.\n\nMaia was skinny and petite, with soft brown hair that hung loose and big, round glasses. Kinda nerdy, but a hipster kinda nerdy.\n\n\"Oof already? I thought you were better than this Maia.\" He replied apathetically, not looking away from the ads.\n\n\"I know! IknowIknowIknow. But I really just need one! You can keep the pack! I'll make dinner or something to make it up to you!\" She begged her roommate. \n\nHe sighed and unzipped his fly. \"Well alright, go on then.\" He answered sarcastically.\n\n\"You're a lifesaver!\" She leaned in for a hug and he enjoyed the feeling of her small breasts pressed against his chest and the smell of her hair while continuing to watch over her shoulder.\n\nQuickly, she got down on all fours in front of the couch and fumbled with excited fingers, pulling out his quickly hardening **cigarette**. Biting her lip in anticipation, she stroked the **cigarette** up and down, spitting on it to make the skin slick beneath her fingers as she jacked him off.\n\nHe found it hard not to watch her, despite his put-on disinterest. The cute little nicotine fiend brought her head down and immediately took half his **cigarette** in her mouth, slurping desperately, looking for the hit she so needed.\n\nShe visibly relaxed as she went to town, that cute little mouth of her that usually complained so much eagerly servicing him, working up and down the shaft, tongue dancing over the tip, where he supposed she thought the filter was.\n\nShe'd been better than he'd thought she'd be at first and if anything, the enthusiastic desperation and daily practise was improving her skills. He'd always teased her at any hint of a love life but obviously living in close proximity with a cutie like her he'd had... urges. She'd just happened to also have a problem that he could solve. Two birds and all that.\n\nTaking more and more of the **cigarette**'s length in her mouth she started making a rhythmic glugging noise that he had to turn up the TV to drown out before nearly choking herself with the full thing, making a brave attempt to throat the whole **cigarette** but spluttering and having to stop for a moment, eyes watering before getting right back to work.\n\nSoon, the slutty little brunette had him ready to finish. Should he bust all over her glasses? That'd be funny, and hot, but no. Her cravings would only subside if she actually...ingested.\n\n\"Aww shit!\" He placed a hand on her cute little head and pushed down, closing his eyes as he shot his load inside her mouth, her tongue lapping it up without complaint. He slowly withdrew his saliva-covered **cigarette** but ket a hand on her face, pinching her cheeks together, keeping her mouth closed.\n\n\"Now swallow. Swallow Maia!\" His roommate begrudgingly obliged with a grimace and gulped, blinking as she began to come to her senses. He was already zipping up and back to the TV.\n\nShe stared at his crotch disbelievingly and then smacked her chops a few times, retching at the taste in her mouth as everything clicked into place.\n\n\"Asshole!\" She jumped to her feet.\n\nEvan just smiled smugly. \"It works.\""
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"content": "Playing with the Settings- Pt. 1\n\nHe accepted the coffee with a smile, sliding his book to the side to let the young barista set it down on the little table. This was close to his ideal, the nicest coffee shop in the entire city, his favourite spot by the window and soft piano music playing in the background. He'd even organised it so that all the servers here were pretty young women, like the college student that sauntered away from his table, his eyes following the shifting curves of her tight jeans as she made her way to the next table. If it was truly perfect though, he'd have a newspaper rather than a book. The presses were still churning them out, but it was just the same old issues repeating at random.\n\n So instead, he was making his way through the classics. Some day he'd run out of those too of course, and eventually he'd be left with nothing but comic books.\n\nHe took a sip of the coffee. It was the exact same as every other cafe in the city, every barista, every machine, the exact same. Perfectly adequate, just as strong as the next cup, no better or worse in any way. Even if you asked them to change it, they all gave it the same amount of extra milk, or made it exactly 10% stronger. That was the kind of thing where the gaps showed, where the illusion was broken. Where he failed to suspend his disbelief.\n\nPlaces that should've made coffee differently didn't. Expensive artisanal roasts were the same as the cheapest filter coffee. Unfortunately it was one of the more difficult aspects of this place to fix.\n\nHis eyes flicked over his hardback momentarily before locking back on the server.\n\nShe was cute, with long brown hair knotted into a single thick braid down her back. She had freckles on her arms, (a nice touch) an apron over a simple white T-shirt and blue jeans which she filled out nicely. She was about twenty, or rather that was the age she was supposed to be, a college student who'd found a part time job nice and close to her place of study.\n\nThe tight denim stretched as she bent to pick up an empty cup, her long braid swishing with her movements. He supposed it'd make for a convenient handhold.\n\nAs she straightened, she glanced over her shoulder ever so slightly, making eye contact only for a moment, having apparently caught him looking and bit her lip before sauntering back towards the counter, this time with a more noticeable, even deliberate sway to her hips.\n\nShe hadn't done that yesterday.\n\nHe sighed and set down his book, rising and straightening his suit jacket before following her over to pay. He'd let the coffee go cold. No one would care. There was no one to care.\n\nThe girl beamed up at him with a knowing, cheeky smile. Looming over her, he slid the relevant change across the counter to her. He'd had this same encounter with minimal variations a thousand times. Time to see what effect his little experiment would have.\n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\n\nShe took the money with a muted word of thanks, her fingers casually brushing over his as she did so. That was different. Small, but noticeable.\n\nQuickly doing the maths, she tore off his receipt and got his change, hesitating and holding it back for a second rather than immediately handing it to him. Another change.\n\n\"You can keep the change.\" He got in before she could say whatever she had intended to.\n\n\"Aww! Thank you!\" The girl responded, smiling more than was necessary and leaning in an inch or two. Had her top buttons been undone before? \"Are you a regular?\"\n\nHe'd been here longer than she had, but she had no way of knowing that. Only the ones he had proper conversations with retained memories of him.\n\n\"Yeah. I like the scenery.\"\n\n\"So I saw!\" She joked, twirling a strand of her hair around one finger and laughing. This was definitely a break from the usual script. \n\n\"Well, seeing as you're such a good customer and all...\" She hopped up so that she was sitting on the edge of the counter, her eyes now level with his. \"Please do let me know if there's anything I can do for you.\" \n\nHer weight pressed against the hard surface, the thigh he could see and her round ass bulged against her jeans, the fabric creasing at the hip where her leg was bent, stretching where the soft fat of her curves spread out underneath her as she twisted slightly to maintain eye contact.\n\nShe certainly was a nice looking girl. She'd been put together well, but this close it was impossible to miss the cracks. After so long, they became almost invisible, easy to overlook and ignore. They'd been normalised, all the little mistakes. The seams. \n\nAt the same time, it was impossible not to look for them. Once you knew they were there, you were driven to seek them out, to find what was wrong with the picture you were presented with. The faces were nearly perfect, obviously that was one area where they knew to be careful. Even if the eyes were just a little too glassy and the facial expression just a tiny but too late to react. Or maybe they weren't? Maybe he was finding mistakes where there were none? He was only comparing them to memories now after all and after looking for differences between these things and the real deal, it'd make sense if he was just convincing himself that something wasn't quite right.\n\nThe joints were obvious though, if you looked. Tiny lines around the wrist, knee, neck, etc. Points where mobility was important. Even if he was smart enough to understand how exactly these things worked, he wasn't enough of a psycho to pull one apart to see. These were the first things you saw, and it was a downward spiral from there, liking noticing one ant, then suddenly seeing the whole subtle swarm moving across the pavement.\n\nThe texture of the skin, the thickness of the eyelashes, the uniformity of the teeth. They were incredibly lifelike recreations, but once you knew, you couldn't unsee it.\n\nThe people that moved about him were good replacements, you could talk to them, get to know them but they weren't the real deal. They were warm, (he knew that from experience) and if he were to spend just one day in this city, he might even be fooled into thinking it was just like any other place. It'd be unsettling, the way everything fitted together perfectly but he couldn't say for certain he'd catch on with no reason to be suspiscious.\n\nAs it was though, he'd spent the bigger half of his life here.\n\nAnd he was bored.\n\nSo he'd made some changes, for now at least.\n\n\"Well... Monica...\" He made a point of looking at her name tag, even though he already knew her name. \"I'm not sure a young lady like yourself should be making open-ended offers like that. People might take advantage.\"\n\n\"That so?\" She kept playing with her hair and slowly lifted her gaze to look at the clock by the door. \"Well if you're worried about me, I have a lunch break in ten minutes. Maybe you can tell me about all these things men like you might ask me to do?\"\n\n\"I'm kind of in a rush.\"\n\n\"I can take lunch early.\"\n\nAt least this was a change."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: With a holstaurus roommate, life inevitably gets milkier and milkier... | [
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"content": "It started out with a lie. \nWhen she moved in she told me that her family raises dairy cows. She insisted that getting away from the farm, starting her new life working at a goth punk bar was the best decision she ever made. I believed her like an idiot because she was convincing and she played the part well. She always had on dark clothes in many concealing layers and these black bull horns implanted in her hair to match her black lipstick. We did what normal people do when a guy and girl end up roommates. We ignored each other and tried to not be slobs. \n\nThen it happened. I entered the kitchen to see her putting an entire quart of milk down the drain! I had just finished eating cereal dry and she never offered! When I asked her about it she said said it wasn't sour she just had too much to keep in her side of the fridge. She lied again and said her family sends it. I was appalled she would waste fresh milk from a farm so I opened the fridge and slid a half gallon from hey side to mine. She tried to protest but I have her a 10$ bill and said it's settled. \n\nI should have read her face. I should have noticed she was blushing. I should have noticed how she acted when she saw me drinking her milk. I should have noticed Most of all I should have noticed how she wasn't human but the less she would layer her clothes the more I was distracted by her curves."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The town chapel has been bought by a sect of gorgeous, mocha-hued dark elves. They provide the same services, such as confessions and healing... but the dark-elf's racial ability of healing through sex has raked in donations like never before. | [
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"content": "Part 1\n\n---\n\n\"So what's this place we're riding to?\"\n\n\"Lakeland Chapel. It's a little place down at the end of the hill here.\"\n\nRico flicked his roach out the window, and rolled it back up to look at Ted, who was busy driving the car. After an odd silence, he glanced and spotted the confused look.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"So, we going to church now?\" Rico mocked, \"A gang led by a demonic sorcerer is still out terrorizing the highways, but we're gonna pull over and say grace?\"\n\n\"I mean... Yeah?\" Ted pointed out, \"We took out their alchemists, now we wait. In the meantime, we roll down here, talk to some people and get right.\"\n\nHands grabbed the backs of their seats and leaned forward.\n\n\"What's up. You finally awake?\"\n\n\"Yeah...\" Damien yawned, \"This looks familiar. Where we headed?\"\n\n\"Down to Lakeland.\"\n\n\"Oh, *Lakeland*, Lakeland?\" He repeated in earnest?\n\n\"That get your attention?\" Ted smirked in the rearview.\n\n\"You guys are excited, to go to a church?\" Rico asked again.\n\nThat just led to wider grins from the other two. They breezed through an intersection and then cut down onto a winding driveway. Ahead, in fact, laid a small chapel nestled in the trees. Ted gently swung the Dodge into a parking spot, and cut the lights off.\n\n\"Okay, we're here. Hey, Damien, don't forget that package in the trunk.\"\n\n\"You got it.\" He said as he slid out of his seat, his tail swishing happily at the idea. The tiefling fumbled in the trunk for a rather inconspicuous cardboard box, before waiting patiently by the car.\n\nRico shifted uncomfortably in his seat.\n\n\"How's your ribs?\"\n\n\"Still-\" He gritted, \"Bruised. Tender. Awful... Can't believe we're going to church.\"\n\nDespite their personal issues, the other two had no problem helping him from the car and wandering up to the door. As he hobbled onto the curb, Rico wondered why they'd been so eager as to stop here. The woman who answered the door was strikingly beautiful. Her hair done up in a simple wrap, ears darting out from curls as she lifted her arms from her habit. Her eyes, a deep cobalt, lit up as she looked at the group.\n\n\"Hey Neith.\" Ted smiled as he hefted Rico up again.\n\n\"Teddy!\" She greeted. She quickly hugged him, and gave him a rather intimate kiss before backing away. \"I didn't know you were coming by.\"\n\n\"Sorry, it's kind of an impromptu visit.\" He answered, \"We're all a little beat up, and we need a place to rest.\"\n\n\"We can do that.\" She promised him, \"Wait? You got another car? What happened to the Pontiac?\"\n\n\"Got into a fight with a train. It lost.\"\n\nRico realized they'd quit talking as he looked at the floor to regain composure. It hurt to breathe standing like this. Someone cupped his chin, and he looked up to see Naith looking him over. Her habit had fell open, and in his stupor, Rico realized she was stark naked under the robe.\n\nHeavy breasts covered abs and a beautiful small patch of hair and-\n\n\"You're kind of bad off, aren't you?\" She asked him. \"Damien, you can drop the box, we'll take it from here. You've probably got some confessing to do I bet?\"\n\n\"Oh I've been bad, Naith.\" He said, his fangs sticking out in a cheery grin.\n\n\"Cardea is waiting for you down the hall. Have fun.\"\n\nOf course, he disappeared as two more elves emerged to take Rico into their possession. He would've complained, but they were so pleasant to look at he wasn't going to make a fuss.\n\n\"It's real simple Rico; confess some sins, and you'll be off crutches in no time.\" Ted promised. Before Rico could readily ask how that worked, he was being escorted further into the building. One of the elves glowed in some fashion, and he felt slightly better. He could walk in a straight line for starters.\n\nOnly then did he notice just how busy it was in the chapel, and what was going on there in the first place. In one room they passed, someone was in between the legs of another elf, her hand resting on his head as she urged him on. In another, a group of orcs were gangbanging another pair of \"nuns\", each taking turns wherever they could find a gap. Matter of fact, if he wasn't wrong, some of them were the same orcs that attacked them last week at that gas station. Rico reached at one of the weapons in his beltline, but felt his hand stop short despite his efforts.\n\n\"Do not fight.\" One of his escorts explained. \"Our territory is neutral ground. Besides, you are in no condition to fight.\"\n\nRico simply could only continue to ogle the excess going on around them as they finally entered into a room of their own. He was laid onto a surprisingly comfy bed, and before he could really get his bearings, the elves had already dropped their habits.\n\nHe considered whether or not he should risk the pain to fully undress, but one snapped her fingers, and his clothes were already folded on a nearby chair.\n\n\"Y'all don't waste time huh?\" Rico complimented.\n\n\"Oh but where are our manners?\" One of the elves explained. \"I'm Cardea. She is Hestia.\"\n\n\"Nice to meet you. Name's-\"\n\n\"Rico. We know. Ted mentioned you last time he came by.\"\n\n\"He *what* now?\"\n\nThe mouth that was suddenly wrapped around his cock withdrew to watch him in earnest.\n\n\"Hey, can you confess something already?\" Hestia suggested. \"We're trying to heal things here.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: witches and warlocks are obviously known to curse people, but some of them are not only assholes, but perverted assholes. Welcome to Jill Mhoaning's home for the sexually cursed. | [
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"content": "\"My name's Jenny, and I...\" The skinny, mousy young woman swallowed hard, clasping and unclasping her hands in her lap. \"I'm a curse victim.\"\n\n\"Hi, Jenny\", said the rest of the circle in unison.\n\nDr Mhoaning, right next to her on the left, leaned in and patted her shoulder. \"Thank you for being brave for us, Jenny. Why don't you tell us a bit more?\"\n\n\"It started with... there was this spooky old house on the outskirts of... and my friends and I, we...\" Jenny clutched at her temples, knocking her glasses askew for a moment. How could she even begin to explain what had happened to her?\n\n\"Take your time, Jenny,\" said a bearded, heavyset man in his forties, sat to her right. His name badge identified him as Luke. \"We're all here for you.\"\n\nJenny took a deep breath, composing herself. \"Okay,\" she began. \"So. At the edge of my home town, there's this big abandoned manor house. It's been condemned for years, but the demolition keeps getting delayed, and everyone says it's haunted. The local kids dare each other to go in there. It's a whole thing. But anyway, my D&D group -\"\n\n\"D&D?\" someone else interjected. A guy who looked barely out of high school, across the circle. Jenny couldn't make out his name badge, but she somehow knew, deep in her bones, that he was called Kyle.\n\n\"Dungeons and Dragons,\" said Luke. Dr Mhoaning shot him a warning look, and he added, \"Sorry, Jenny. Go on.\"\n\nJenny swallowed again. \"My D&D group thought it'd be fun to go and play a session there. Add to the atmosphere. We play mostly homebrew, and our dungeon master has this whole campaign going where we're fighting demons... I didn't really want to go in, but everyone else seemed so keen, and Vijay - this guy I liked - he was going to be there, so I thought I'd go and see how it all went.\"\n\nShe reached down for a sip of water, but her shaking hand almost knocked the glass over and she thought better of it.\n\n\"There was a boss fight. With this monster he'd made up. The succubus queen. She was so powerful - nearly wiped the party, but my character managed to take her down. But then...\" She was almost whispering now. \"This strange woman stepped out of the shadows and... grabbed my shoulder. She was naked, and covered in these strange tattoos, and I don't know if it was just the light but her skin looked kind of... red?\"\n\nThat drew a couple of murmurs from the group.\n\n\"I don't think anyone else could see her. They didn't say anything, and I was, y'know, I was scared, I couldn't move. And she said to me, 'So you think you can take down a succubus? Try _being_ one for a while, and see how you like it.' And she vanished.\"\n\nNow for the tricky part. Dr Mhoaning had explained that Jenny would need to talk about the details of her condition, and she'd planned out a speech, but sitting here, with everyone's eyes on her, it died in her throat.\n\n\"I can't eat normal food,\" she said eventually, hoping that starting on an innocuous note would make the full story easier. \"Well, I can, but it doesn't do anything. I could eat a whole sharing platter on my own and still be hungry.\" She clasped her hands again, hoping to hide how much she was trembling. It didn't help much. \"There's only one way I can actually feed myself now, and it's... well.\"\n\n\"What is it, Jenny?\" Dr Mhoaning ventured.\n\nThat little push seemed to flip a switch in her head. \"It's _orgasms_, okay?\" she snapped, head down, fists suddenly balled tight. \"I was so hungry, I had Vijay over to take my mind off it and I gave him a handjob and... I felt full. And then I did some research on succubi, and I think that's what that woman did to me.\" She looked up, glaring at the rest of the circle. \"But that's not me! I'm a normal girl, okay? I'm not some fucking nympho whore!\"\n\nA statuesque, shockingly curvy blonde a few seats to Jenny's left cleared her throat.\n\n\"Jenny,\" said Dr Mhoaning, \"we try to avoid language like that here. It can upset some of our other patients.\"\n\n\"I can't cum unless I've been paid for it,\" the blonde said, surprisingly amiable. \"So I actually am sort of a...\"\n\n\"Sorry,\" Jenny whispered, deflating a little. \"But, like... I wasn't a prude or anything, sure, but I wanted to wait for the right guy! I was a virgin until, well, until a few weeks ago. And I just feel so stupid, you know?\"\n\nA fidgety black woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties, wearing a pencil skirt and a scandalously tight orange tube top, suddenly bit her lip and began fanning herself. \"Doctor, the S-word, I'm sorry, I...\"\n\n\"Oh, sorry, Rosa, do you need to step out?\" asked Dr Mhoaning. Rosa shook her head, unable to speak between quick, shallow breaths.\n\nDr Mhoaning turned to Jenny for a moment and whispered, \"She has an orgasm every time she hears the word 'stupid'.\" Jenny nodded and looked back at Rosa, whose legs were clenched tight together. Jenny knew that tension. Well, she did _now_.\n\nRosa grabbed onto the edge of her chair and swore under her breath over and over as the climax hit, and, all at once, Jenny felt warm waves of relief washing over her, sustaining, invigorating... intoxicating. She closed her eyes tight and breathed it in, and, for the first time in several days, she found herself smiling.\n\nWhen she opened her eyes again, the circle had descended into chaos. One woman had begun stripping, Kyle was stroking his cock furiously while apologising profusely to everyone within reach, and where Luke had sat a few moments ago there was a chubby fortysomething woman wearing his clothes, which were doing a very poor job of containing the swell of her breasts. Dr Mhoaning was on her feet, calling security, and the orderlies started to arrive just as Kyle cried out and covered the stripping woman's back in thick white spunk. Another orgasm, another warm wave over Jenny. Another meal.\n\n\"You know, Dr Mhoaning,\" Jenny said as the staff tried in vain to break up the unfolding porn show, \"I think I'm going to _thrive_ here.\""
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"content": "\"Mr. Young...\" Headmaster Jacobs looked at me with an expression of a man that has to deal with two thousand horny dog girls in one location. \"I have called you here to discuss Mary.\"\n\n\"She didn't attack anyone, did she?\" \n\nHe shook his head, \"Not at all. In fact she has begun training the shorter dog girls on how to drive off goblins and other small monsters. She is a model student in the combat classes.\"\n\n\"Is she stealing food? I tired to train her out of it.\" I blushed.\n\nThe headmaster shook his head, \"No at all. She is part of the event cooking staff. She is more likely to catch the food thieves than be one.\" He turned his chair to the window. \"If I'm being frank, she is a model student except for one small problem. That.\"\n\nHe pointed to the field outside, I looked on at the sheer amount of dog girls writhing around on the grass. Each one of them masturbating with a fervor that no human could hope to match. I could see her standing in the middle of the frenzy with a book held out. She pointed at one of the dog girls and tentacles shot out of the ground. Within seconds the flash mob of masturbators became swarmed by multicolored tentacles of sexual magic.\n\n\"Mary has potential to be a demon lord. As it stands, she is completely polite and does her work but outside of our walls, she has taken to preying on the student body with spells of a similar nature. She has not attacked any of the staff yet but it is only a matter of time before she starts to make incubi out of the humans.\"\n\nI paled. \"So what should I do?\" \n\n\"Take her home. Become an incubi, and move to a nice mountain. In a few dozen years or so when your libido cools down. You are welcome to bring her back.\" The headmaster smiled, \"Or.... You could go down there and bring her to heel. That would probably corrupt you and transform you into some sort of sexual monster but you would be in control. Mostly.\"\n\nHe dropped a simple cock shaped staff on the table. \"Your choice, Mister Young.\""
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"content": "My damnable undergarments! Always and without fail, it will endeavor to creep between my buttocks and wedge itself caressing my womanhood. Just last week, I swear it was trying wriggle and writhe just above my pearl to try and bring me to climax, during a sermon of all times!\n\nIf these enchanted sentient shorts didn't such useful magic attached to them, I would store them away until special alone time. I must admit, despite its inopportune exploration of my nether regions I do appreciate the sensual touches it gives when it's happy or when I am feeling down.\n\nIf I am honest with myself, I quite enjoy its company. Late at night, after a hard day of questing, I can always count on it to cheer me up.\n\nIt's like a portable stress relief companion.\n\nHowever, I will have to work on boundaries. I don't need it creeping into my rear without warning. Hells, I was talking to Father Eustace when the damn thing decided it wanted see how deep it could go. My scream of alarm nearly gave the poor old man a heart attack.\n\nTruthfully they are blessing and a curse. A cheeky, mischievous curse. One that- oh... oh, that's nice.\n\nIt's- it's currently found its way into my womanhood and is -ah- making itself very useful. Today has been a long day. I'm going to pour -mmmm... pour some wine and just enjoy for now.\n\nAhhhh, you naughty devil!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The priestess was sent to purge a temple deep in the forest of all the corrupt energy that had tainted it for years. All of the corruption doesn't just go away. It has to be sent somewhere else. Or, in this case, someONE else. | [
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"content": "\\*\\*Took some liberties with the prompt, hope you don't mind! \\*\\* \n\n\nMagtha pressed the last key into its keyhole. The ancient, mystical doorway illuminated with blue and gold runes.\n\nMagtha smiled. At last, at long last, she had cleared the way. Now, she could fulfill the ancient prophecy and save the world.\n\nShe moved her bright red hair out of eyes, then wiped the sweat from her brow. The dungeon she had been traversing had been laced with trap after trap, and their fireballs and acid arrows had melted and rusted her armor away until it was completely destroyed.\n\nThe lower levels had been filled with lava, forcing her to abandon most of her clothing, until now, all she had was a simple shirt that hugged her chest, and a skirt that was so torn and shredded, it protected her modesty not one bit. She was as good as naked.\n\nThe prophecy had mentioned that they must send a priestess “As lovely as the dawn itself”. Magtha knew, this was why she was chosen. From her ample breasts, her child bearing hips, to her soft and supple legs, her body was a temple worthy of the gods themselves. And she would do whatever she needed to earn their mercy.\n\nShe passed through the gateway into the Chamber of Abandon. The chamber was a wide open room, but it wasn’t made of the same stone as the rest of the dungeon. The stone here was smooth, pristine, and carved with intricate patterns of a sun breaking through a set of dark clouds. In the middle of the room, there was an elevated platform that hosted what Magtha thought was an altar, but, when she approached, she could see that it was a luxurious bed, lined with silken sheets and various pillows.\n\nAs soon as Magtha laid her hand upon the bed, a door opened on the far side of the room, opposite where she had come from. A youthful looking man stood there, tall, strong, and virile, with well muscled arms, a squared jaw line, and intense eyes. As he approached Magtha, she could see those eyes hid a wisdom well beyond the years a man of his youth would have.\n\n“Are you a servant of the gods?” Magtha whispered.\n\n“Indeed,” the man boomed. “I am Lothin. Long have I suffered, pulling in as much of the corrupt energy of this wicked place. Now, I am at my end. I will pass away, and all this evil will return, dooming our world. Unless, a willing priestess arrives, to help cleanse me of this wickedness,”\n\n“Lothin, that is why I have come,” Magtha insisted. “I am here to obey the gods, and help save the world. Tell me what I must do.”\n\nLothin took her hand in his, squeezing gently. “What is your name, priestess?”\n\n“Magtha.”\n\n“Magtha. Are you sure that you are willing to do what is needed for this ritual?”\n\n“I am,” she said fiercely.\n\n“Good, good. First, you must pray. Get on your knees,”\n\nMagtha lowered herself to her knees before him.\n\n“Close your eyes, now, Magtha.”\n\nShe did as she was told, closing her eyes. She could feel Lothin rustling before her, could hear something soft falling to the floor. Then, she felt something soft, but firm, pressing against her lips.\n\nShe opened her eyes and saw that Lothin had removed his pants, and his long, hard cock was pressed against her face, as he looked down at her.\n\n“W-what is this?” Magtha asked.\n\n“Oh, I’m sorry...did they not tell you?” Lothin asked, then grimaced as she frowned. “It seems not. The priestess who comes here must offer herself to me. As I relieve this world of evil, she relieves me, thus saving the world.”\n\n“I...I did not know,” Magtha said. “This is the only way?”\n\n“This is what the gods demand.”\n\n“And I...I am the god’s servant,” Magtha said. She reached up with one of her small soft hands, taking his hard cock in her grasp. Slowly, she started to stroke him, her fingers grasping tight as she worked his shaft.\n\nLothin let out a soft moan, and that encouraged Magtha. She started to use both hands, stroking his cock harder, faster, twisting her hands as she did, eager to please him. Lothin began to breathe harder, before he put his hands on her shoulders and stopped her.\n\n“There...there is more, Priestess Magtha. You must taste me,” Lothin explained.\n\n“As the gods demand,” Magtha said. She kissed the tip of Lothin’s cock, and slowly slid the first few inches into her mouth. She tightened her lips around his shaft as her tongue slowly explored every nook and cranny of his thick cock head. Lothin let out a soft sigh, and she knew she must be doing well.\n\nAs she gently sucked on his cock, she felt his hands fall to her chest, tugging at the ragged remains of her clothes. He gently tugged her shirt down, freeing her bountiful breasts, and he used one hand to slowly toy with her nipple, first on one breast, and then the other.\n\nShe started to bob her head back and forth on his cock, taking his deeper and deeper, and Lothin started to rock his hips in motion of her mouth. She felt his hands tighten around her bright red hair as he started to pump into her mouth faster and faster.\n\nEventually he just grabbed her head and held her still, while he thrust in and out of her mouth, over and over. Magtha gagged as his cock slammed into her throat over and over again, without giving her a choice. Her breasts bounced around wildly as he pleasured himself with her mouth.\n\nHe pulled his cock from her lips and rested his cock against her face. Magtha took several deep breaths, regaining her composure. She looked up at Lothin and asked, “Have we finished the ritual?”\n\n“Not yet, not yet, but you are doing so well. It is time for us to be one, to be as man and woman should be,” Lothin said.\n\n“We...we must do this, for the ritual?” Magtha asked.\n\n“Absolutely, absolutely, the gods really want this,” Lothin said, sternly. “Trust me, I almost cleansed myself in your mouth just now, but it was not yet time, the world would have been lost. Now, on the bed.”\n\nMagtha laid herself on the bed, on her back, but Lothin just laughed. “No, no, perhaps that is how you mortals do it, but we who are closest with the gods must follow their example.” He flipped her over onto her stomach, bending her over the bed, and he pulled off the remains of her skirt.\n\n“Yes, yes, I can see how eagerly you want to please...the gods,” Lothin said, placing his hand on her thigh, then running it up to her pussy. He used a finger to tease her clit, then, slowly, slid that finger inside her.\n\nMagtha let out a little moan. Despite how odd this was, Lothin was an attractive man, and a fellow servant of the gods. She could not deny, she wanted this, wanted to feel him inside her. Her pussy was wet, eager, and willing before him.\n\nHe seemed to sense this, and took his position behind her. He leaned over her, pressing his body down against hers as his cock pressed against the entrance to her hole. “Now, just, take it, take the god’s will,” he whispered in her ear, and he thrust into her.\n\nMagtha whimpered as she felt him pushing inside her, his thick cock spreading her open as it penetrated her, pushing in deeper and deeper. She looked back, still able to see a few inches of it outside her, despite it feeling so deep already.\n\nLothin grabbed her hair and pulled, which made her face forward again. “Now say it, priestess, say it loud, let the gods hear, what have you given to me?”\n\nMagtha gasped, as Lothin started to pull his cock out of her, leaving her feeling empty. “M-my pussy,” she said, quietly.\n\nLothin thrust back into her, hard, impaling her on the whole length of his cock. “No, no, louder, louder, priestess,”\n\n“M-my pussy...my pussy!” she moaned, “I’m giving you my pussy!”\n\nLothin kept a firm grip on her hair, then grabbed her hip with his other hand, using it thrust into her, harder, deeper, faster. “Use my name, slut, use it!”\n\n\\*\\*CONTINUE BELOW \\*\\*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He didn't expect his twitch subscribers to regularly tell him how 'pretty' he was. He didn't expect a month of cosplay streams to win his subscriber poll. He would never expect only female characters to be chosen. And he didn't expect to enjoy wearing the costumes so much... | [
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"content": "The results were, frankly, a bit shocking.\n\nWhen Skylar began this whole streaming business, he never imagined his current level of popularity. A few dozen idle gaming-stream observers evolved into hundreds of intrigued viewers virtually the same day he decided to utilize the face-cam feature. The comments and donations he received were enchantingly reassuring. \n\nSkylar slowly but surely began to doll himself up. With each day, a new cute accessory, or a new style of eyeliner. Sometimes he might have went overboard, but eventually he settled into a comfortable spot with his trademark look.\n\nBlonde hair pinned up in the back, swaying bangs framing his adorable round face. Thin, angular glasses, and a light cream keyhole sweater that showed off his flat male chest. Certain angles would catch the sight of his pink little nubs hiding beneath. And whenever he got up to leave, one could catch a better glimpse of his skin-tight black slacks. All in all, his attire was often described as 'alluringly academic'.\n\nThat attire would be his default for most streams, until he and his community created the idea to hold a poll for his 1st anniversary stream. The results... they were shocking, indeed.\n\nIn a landslide victory; \"cosplay shoot\" was the reigning decision. Embarrassing as it sounded, it was a budding interest for Skylar. He was no stranger to make up, having nabbed a few tips and tricks from his sisters in college. With gulp of determination, Skylar read through the suggestions from his community, and settled on his first cosplay character. The most populous suggestion, with each post sporting numerous likes:\n\nDark Physician Girl.\n\n\"It's here...!\"\n\nThe day of his 1-Year Anniversary stream came fast, as did the costume he ordered for the occasion. With blushing glee, Skylar tore into the box, popping plastic tape as it was ripped off. Then, with contrasting care and delicacy, Skylar raised the costume and the plastic vacuum-sealed bag it came it. He had a cheeky, yet bashful smile on his face as he looked over the get-up.\n\nDown the garment his eyes trailed, until those peepers peered into the box, not yet empty.\n\nAs it turns out, that box contained another box. Smaller than the roughly-abdomen sized container the outfit came in. Lightly putting the costume aside, he investigated the cardboard container. He didn't remember any other pieces included in the set, only the costume itself.\n\nThe box had some weight to it. He opened that box as well after a soft shake, and was flabbergasted by what he saw inside.\n\nA dildo. Not just any sort of dildo, though. It was a strange dildo. The shaft and base were shaped like a comically large syringe, almost two whole inches wide. The tip, where a needle would be, was replaced by a crown, a plastic imitation of the human penis tip. The plunger at the bottom didn't work, it was just a solid object. Thick, somewhat flexible silicone that slightly wobbled in his hand.\n\nHe knew exactly what he was holding. What exactly what it was for. His face lit up with blush before stuffing the thing back into the box. He had completely forgotten about the stream, and the fact it was broadcasting his solid staring for a good minute.\n\nHe went on as if nothing happened. Off screen he traveled, old clothes he took off, new cosplay he donned, back into frame he sauntered.\n\nThe Dark Physician Girl outfit he wore fit him like a glove. The one piece fitting his body to a 't'. It's sparse construction readily put on display his effeminate features. The outfit consisted of a tight, white doctors coat with a high-fantasy flair and wildly exaggerated proportions. While it hugged his upper body, the coat tails shot out like daggers, flowing behind him as he twirled around. Not much other than a short red dress existed under it. White thigh-highs he bought separately, sporting large red-crosses, hugged his healthy pale legs. A series of arcane-runes lined his coat, reaching the center where a large brooch existed in place of a top button. A red cross upon it.\n\nAnother twirl, another pose that blurred the line between cute and sensual. Skylar let his hair down before topping his head with another separate purchase, a tiny nurse hat.\n\nChat was on fire. An electronic equivalent of a whistling, cheering crowd watching a skimpy girl strut her stuff. Donations rolled in like a tidal wave.\n\nThen Skylar froze.\n\n\"Use the physicians rod !!!\" voice rang out from the donation program. Underneath it, a sum of 499 dollars. It rang again. \"play with the physicians rode! 4 the rest!\" What followed was a single dollar donation.\n\nOne thousand dollars. One thousand dollars to play with the toy he hid in the box. Chat saw. Chat knew. Skylar saw the wave of similar requests pile in, donations skyrocketing with promise of more to come.\n\nIn his hands did the thick, needle-like dildo, the 'Physician's Rod', lay in his hands. Before his computer he did sit. His cock tented against the tiny dress underneath his coat. This thing... would it fit in his ass?\n\nSkylar lay back in his seat, leaning the height of the chair against his bed. He raised his legs, revealing his black, lacy panties that he wore underneath the costume. He slowly slid out of those, revealing his surging, eager cock and twitching asshole. He pressed the cock-head of the toy against his anus, spreading his legs out far to allow as much room as possible. He reached into the box that this rod came from, and grabbed a small bottle of lubrication.\n\nA dildo and lube? What exactly did he buy? But now wasn't the time to think, it was the time to act. Skylar poured the lube all across his twitching portal, and prodded himself with the rod. The mere touch combined with the thought of what will be providing ample excitement.\n\nHe finally began to receive it. His dainty digits pressed upon the flat bottom of the toy, pushing its thick structure further into his narrow ass. Skylar's eyes rolled back into his head, his mouth gaped open, his body twitched. Halfway inside of him, he stopped pushing. The toy was held aloft inside him by the tension of his sphincter, his ring pressing down on the stern invader. His dilating ass simply clenching down, unable to force it out just yet.\n\nSkylar had long since ejaculated. Cum spurted from his erection, falling down to the ground below.\n\nMore donations were tossed into his virtual pot. The promised other half the thousand.\n\nThe success of his stream was tremendous. And frankly, a bit shocking."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Upon rescuing the damsel the hero realizes they knew each other, quite well in fact. Might as well have some fun with her before he unties her! | [
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"content": "\\*\\*Hope you don't mind I gender bent this, I've been writing a lot of Mdom and felt the need for a change!\\*\\*\n\nHarley the Dragon Slayer \\[FM\\] \\[Bondage\\] \\[69\\] \n\nHarley let out a triumphant scream and thrust her sword upwards. Her blade slid between the scales on the evil dragon’s chest, slicing through bone and muscle until the sword pierced the dragon’s heart. \n\nThe beast let out a scream, and it reared up on it’s hind legs, ripping the sword out of Harley’s hand. Harley was certain she had missed, and the dragon would now bathe her with fire, but the beast’s eyes went wide, its legs and wings went limp, and it collapsed to the stone floor, shattering the ancient stonework of the abandoned castle. \n\nHarley watched as the life drained from the beast’s eyes. When she was sure the creature was dead, she walked over and positioned her boot on the creature’s chest, grabbed the handle of her sword, and pulled it free. \n\n“You will haunt the King’s Road no more, you foul beast,” Harley snarled at her defeated foe. \n\nShe walked past the dragon’s body and moved into the throne room, where the dragon had made it’s nest. The once glorious throne room was now a matted down mess of bone and straw, where the dragon had taken roost. Sitting near the throne, though, was a glittering mess of gold.\n\nHarley ran over to the treasure, giggling to herself as she ran her hands through its riches. There were piled of gold coins, silver goblets, crowns and necklaces made of gold and frosted with precious gemstones as big as her thumb. \n\nShe started greedily stuffing her pockets with the golden when she heard muted voices coming from the door behind the throne. She wrapped her palm around the base of her sword and approached the door, moving slowly, as quietly as she could with her heavy metal armor and pockets laden with coins. \n\n*What horrors await me behind this door?* Harley wondered. *More dark creatures? Perhaps an entire brood of the dragon’s young? Whatever it is, surprise is the only advantage I have, I must use it.*\n\nHarley kicked the door open and ran into the room, screaming at the top of her lungs, her sword cocked back and ready to be unleashed at the first monster she saw. \n\n“MMMMHMMMHMMM!” Screamed the man into his gag.\n\nHarley stopped, bewildered. The room was nothing more than an old lord’s bedroom. It appeared to have been recently cleaned, the furniture polished and new. Every other room in this old castle, from the main hall to the pantry, had been full of decrepit chairs, broken tables and shattered bookcases. \n\nMore importantly, though, was the bed. It was lined with fresh, expensive looking silks, bright colors of crimson and purple. A man lay in the bed, his hands and feet tied to the bedposts using some of those expensive silks, and another was tied around his face, gagging his mouth.\n\nHarley sheathed her sword and walked over to the bed, pulling the silks from the man’s mouth.\n\n“Oh, thank you, miss, thank you so much, please, we must leave before the dragon returns!” the man begged. He was a wiry man, lean, but Harley could sense a strength in him. He was dressed in the rags of fine clothing, clearly a merchant of some kind, and a successful one at that. \n\nHarley smirked down at him, “Please, calm yourself, sir. The dragon is slain, there is no hurry. But, please, tell me, how did you get here?”\n\nThe man let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank the gods. Last night, a beautiful woman met me on the road, asking to camp with me. She was such a sight, I couldn’t refuse her, though I wish I had. When we made camp, she turned into a dragon, killed my guards, stole my treasure, and brought me here. She said she was planning on ransoming me back to my business partners for my share of the business.”\n\nThe dragon had been a devious foe. Harley had wondered if there was some intelligence behind the beast’s raw power, and now she had her answer. \n\n“I hope you have learned your lesson, sir. The next time a beautiful woman asks to share your bed, she’s probably looking for something more than good company,” Harley said. \n\n“Trust me, I’ll take that lesson to heart. Can you do something about these restraints? They are awfully uncomfortable,” the man said.\n\nHarley glanced at the man’s handsome face, his soft skin, offset by his strong jawline, his flawless black hair. Something about him seemed so familiar...and then it clicked. \n\n“I’ll let you out in a second, but first, don’t we know each other?” she asked. \n\n“I can’t say that we do, at least I don’t….wait....Harley?” the man asked, incredulous. \n\n“Hello, Simon, it’s been a while,” Harley smiled. \n\n“It’s been so long, what, nine, ten years?” Simon asked. \n\nHarley and Simon had been neighbors, once upon a time. They had spent their teenage years playing together in the small town of Rolfton, becoming the best of friends. That is, until Harley’s father received new orders, and she had to move away with him to the capital. \n\nHarley had a wicked idea. She reached up and unclasped her metal platemail armor, setting the chest piece on the ground, then unhooked her metal plateskirt, letting it fall as well. She was just in her plain travel clothes now, simple, close fitting garments of white and gray cloth. She grabbed a chair from a nearby desk and sat next to the bed, looking at Simon. \n\n“Say, do you remember what you did to me, that night after the Summer Festival?” Harley asked.\n\nSimon smiled, “You mean, when we kissed behind the Old Tom’s Bakery?”\n\nHarley remembered that moment well. It was her first kiss, and Simon had been so clumsy and shy with her, but that made it all the more real and memorable for her. \n\n“That was fun, but no, I was thinking after that,” Harley said. \n\n“After that?” Simon frowned. “We got caught by Old Tom and had to run for it. We didn’t do anything after that,”\n\n“Oh, you did. Remember? Your little lie to Harlin and Jerry that I ‘eagerly took your manhood into my delicate maiden hands’,” Harley said, with a sadistic smile.\n\nShe saw Simon visibly cringe as she brought that up. “Oh, that, I forgot,” Simon said.\n\n“You forgot?”\n\n“Ah, Harley, look, that was so long ago. I was a dumb kid trying to brag to his friends, I didn’t think they would go spreading it all over town,”\n\n“Well they did. That brat Alyssa and her sister kept calling me Handy Harley until the fall harvest,” Harley said. \n\n“Well, we both know Alyssa was a punk. Look, Harley, I want you to know I really regret doing that. I thought bragging to my friends would make me look cooler, all it did was mess up things between you and me. Really, I’m so sorry you had to deal with my stupidity,” Simon said.\n\nShe believed him. \n\n“I don’t accept your apology,” Harley said, and she raised her hand, and gently placed it on his inner thigh, squeezing his thigh through his clothes. \n\nSimon squirmed underneath her, blushing slightly. “Um, Harley, you’re sending mixed signals about the apology,” he stammered. \n\n“Oh, no, it’s quite clear. I really wanted to fool around with you back then, for real. But I was so embarrassed by your little rumor, I didn’t dare show my face around you again. Now I want to know what I missed out on. Make it up to me, and I’ll accept your apology,”\n\nSimon smiled like a fool and nodded his head eagerly. “Yes, Harley, just untie me and I’ll do anything for you.”\n\nHarley laughed and shook her head. “Oh, no, I like you like this,” Harley said, and she moved her hand up along his inner thigh, gently grinding her fingers against his limp manhood through his clothes.\n\nSimon closed his eyes and let out a sigh of pleasure as Harley teased him through his clothes. She could feel his excitement grow beneath her, feel him swell, his cock starting to press tightly against his pants. \n\nHarley slipped a hand into his pants, wrapping her hands around his warm, hard shaft. Simon’s body seemed to tense up as their flesh made contact, his cock twitching slighting against her palm. \n\n\\*\\*Continued\\*\\*"
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"content": "I'll take option 3. Extended universe it is.\n\n---\n\nBeelix still had a hard time getting used to human civilization. Their settlements were hectic by galactic standards and that was putting it mildly. But it beat the interior of a dropship by a mile and as such, she'd tried to make the best of it.\n\nThe last two Earthling months had been rather harsh however. Work had been increasingly slow, and as part of her nomadic roots, she considered arranging a way to move on. And don't even start about relationships. Being surrounding by Humans felt like being in some harem comedy. But instead of honest attraction, all of the questions were vague beyond comprehension.\n\n'How much can you lift? What do you eat? Is it a Praying Mantis-type deal?' Annoying. And truthfully, slightly offensive.\n\nHowever, [Natalie](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/h188rx/wp_when_the_aliens_showed_up_they_came_in_peace_a/) had recommended this place several neighborhoods over. \"I used to stop by here all the time when I was on leave. Tell 'em I sent you.\" The area it supposedly existed in was known for it's almost perpetual festival atmosphere. Anything could be had for the right price.\n\nThe store she wandered into finally was rather underwhelming. Ridiculously tiny considering the exterior.\n\n\"Whoa.\"\n\nThe typical reaction caught Beelix's attention. And she remembered Natalie's advice. The cashier bobbed warily behind the counter as she approached. \"How can I help you?\"\n\n\"Uhh, my friend Natalie sent me?\"\n\nThe cashier seemed to check some lists, then check the front door camera, before looking at her again happily. \"Oh, okay! She said you'd be coming by.\"\n\n\"Okay? So...\"\n\n\"Don't be shy. The door in the back will take you where you want to go. Earl, let her through.\"\n\nThe large man she passed by the door actually seemed rather nonplussed by her arrival.\n\n\"Have fun.\"\n\nThe building was much larger than she'd thought. As she wandered down the stairs, various people seemed to try to get her attention in one way or another. Before finally she found the woman Natalie mentioned. The brunette beamed at her happily, getting her to sit.\n\n\"I love it when a friend recommends their friends. So, what's your preference?\"\n\n\"Umm.\" Beelix considered. Both women and men made their rounds around the room they'd settled in. Some carrying drinks and devices, others dancing on a little stage. Others doing more than that.\n\n\"Anything is fine.\" Beelix answered, uncomfortably shifting herself. The lady in charge, whom she gleamed went by Paquita, simply checked her holograms and smiled. Eventually she settled back and took a pull from a bottle she'd left on the table. They engaged in some rather flat small talk for a while, before Bee sensed the obvious.\n\nAt least 5 people had moved behind her, and were intently watching the conversation. Now, Bee wasn't necessarily the best versed in their behavior, but she'd been in more than enough fights as part of her job to understand being surrounded. Was that what this was?\n\n\"Um, Paquita?\"\n\n\"Oh, don't worry. That's your order!\" She laughed over the music. \"Everyone, this is Bee. Hey, look, you said you like a variety. So I ordered you a variety.\"\n\n\"How much will this cost?\"\n\n\"Oh I talked to Nat before you came. It's all covered. Rooms are over there. Enjoy!\"\n\n---\n\nThey reached a room with a very comfortable bed. And while she didn't ask them to, they each quietly began undressing each other and then herself. The same questions that she usually heard came up, and only then, did it dawn on her about her possible mistakes. Were some of those people flirting with her??\n\n\"I love a big girl.\" One of the men complimented.\n\n\"She's so shy. It's adorable.\" One of the women mentioned.\n\nThis whole thing was sensual and, and... Scandalous. Aliens in the Federation wouldn't believe this sort of thing happened. It just didn't seem possible. There were plenty of kinky, downright nasty stories she'd had to get an earful of from other luckier people. And that snapped Bee back to the present.\n\n\"You alright?\" A particularly striking blonde asked her.\n\nBee took a deep breath and laid back. \"Let's play, yeah?\"\n\nThey took the initiative and began fondling her earnestly. Eventually, they removed her clothes and began rubbing her happily.\n\n\"Ooh, nice pair of tits on her.\" Someone commented before greedily suckling on them.\n\n\"I'm more interested in this.\"\n\nThat guy in particular lifted one of her legs as she lay sideways, and slid into her with a hand. His other hand rubbing and squeezing her ass incessantly. One of the women had sat up near her face allowing her to lick and play with her pussy as much as Bee wanted to. Something smacked her cheek as the woman above her started laughing. The third man offered his dick up to her as she felt the others prodding both her holes below.\n\n\"Tell us what you want.\" The other woman asked as she traced Bee's scars.\n\nBee tried to answer, but the fingers playing with her ass and pussy caused her to clinch and moan. Everyone switched positions to get her better situated, and she rolled to look at them. \"Please- let's continue.\"\n\nShe wondered if the man under her would be okay as she rode him hard. But the two other riding her ass in turns made her stop caring. The ladies were great too. Maybe they liked the manhandling, but they couldn't help it as the 8' Hakiran picked them up, dragged them, and ate them each out feverishly.\n\nThe sheets had become a tangle of sweat, moans of pleasure and laughter. And Bee loved every second of it.\n\n\"More. Please more.\"\n\n\"Shit, she's insatiable.\" One of them noted as he came on her face. Her tongue snaking out to clean his member again. \"I c-could stay with her.\"\n\nOne of the women was busy plowing her with a strap-on as one of the men drilled her into Bee even further. \"Yeah, but you know the drill. Two hours is two hours. Let's finish strong.\"\n\nPerhaps it was because none of them had made it seem like they were physically capable of going again her, the largest of the men pinned her, and the others picked whatever hole or position they wished. Bee felt another orgasm build as they finished, the leader gripping her hair as he pounded her in a mating press.\n\nThey kissed passionately as the others did their best to cum. And as she felt the warmth spread, Bee finally got off how she wanted. What a day.\n\n---\n\nBee took her time sneaking aboard the ship. It had been a couple of days since she'd been to Paquita's, and she knew Natalie knew she was there. She'd never hear the end of it.\n\nThus when she settled into her seat and began to stretch as she set her suit up, she balked as a small hand grasped her arm.\n\n\"So, did you have a good time?\" Natalie asked. Bee growled a little bit as Tihiq began laughing nearby.\n\n\"...When can I go back?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "For the last time, boys aren't real! I mean, a human that can make babies without cloning? Pure wish fulfillment!" "I swear, this one is really a boy, I'm sure of it!" "It's just another flat girl like the last 10 times you said that!" "Uh, girls? I just checked his pants, he's really a boy" | [
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"content": "This is my first attempt at a DWP, any feedback would be appreciated. Unfortunately I've no time to properly edit or proofread, so it might be a little rough around the edges.\n\nPart 1\n\n​\n\n \n\n\"For the last time, boys aren't real!” Mia was exhausted by this tired myth that kept being banded around. “I mean, a human that can make babies without cloning? Pure wish fulfilment!\"\n\n\"I swear to you, this one is really a boy; I'm sure of it.\" Sara urged Mia to follow her and see what she had first-hand.\n\n\"It's just another flat chested girl like the last 10 times you said that.\"\n\nReluctantly Mia allowed herself to be led through the house, climbing the stairs behind Sara. Despite the absurdity of it all Mia couldn’t help but watch as the shorter woman’s hips swayed, the curve of her pert arse on fully display, hugged by the thin leggings; she could feel her cheeks redden.\n\nBefore they reached the top of the stairs Charlotte appeared into view, leaning out of an open doorway and peering over her glasses at the duo.\n\n\"Uh, girls? I just checked his pants, he's really a boy.\"\n\nSara turned and flashed the toothiest grin she could muster at her friend. “See, I told you! Didn’t I tell you?”\n\nBefore Mia could answer the girl sprinted the last few steps and careened into her bedroom, practically jumping for joy. By the time Mia joined them she found Charlotte having to restrain Sara, who was fumbling at the *boy’s* belt, trying her best to strip the unconscious figure.\n\nMia had to admit, this person looked like no girl she had ever seen. Sure, Mia had seen taller, though only on the varsity basketball team, and broader – she couldn’t allow herself to be cruel and think of specific examples. Yet, Mia had never seen a jawline so… strong, for want of a better word, and only her great-grandmother had more hair on her chin than this *person*.\n\n“Why won’t you let me go?” pleaded Sara. “I just want a peek.”\n\n“You shouldn’t do that to someone who is asleep, they haven’t consented.”\n\n“But Charlotte, didn’t *you* peek? How is that any different to me having a look?”\n\n“Mine was for a purely scientific purpose to confirm your claim. I’ve seen that look in your eyes before, you’d be naked a cavorting with him in a heartbeat if Mia and I weren’t here.”\n\n“Well, it is *my* bedroom, I don’t see why I can’t do as I please.” She crossed her arms and huffed loudly, adding a pout to the bratty outburst.\n\n“Let’s wake him up,” said Mia, walking to the other side of the bed. “We can ask how he got here, and for what purpose. If you two aren’t just having me on this is the most amazing find of the twenty-second century.”\n\n“Fine, we’ll try to wake him.” Sara relented. “But I call dibs on him, you two aren’t to bat any eyelids, show extra skin, nothing like that.”\n\nCharlotte released her hold of her friend, but kept a close eye on Sara as she moved to beside the slumbering figure.\n\nSara used her right hand to brush the hair off the boy’s forehead, and kept stroking his skin until she saw a flutter of his eyelids. Slowly they parted, revealing the darkest blue eyes she had ever seen.\n\n“Who are you?” he asked, his voice quiet.\n\n“I was about to ask you the same thing. My name is Sara, Mia is the tall brunette to your right, and Charlotte and her fiery hair is beside me. Now that you know our names, what do we call you?”\n\n“Erm… yes, my name. My name is… Kurt, that’s what they call me.”\n\n“You don’t seem so sure of yourself. Do you remember how you came to be in my garden?”\n\nKurt propped himself up on his elbows, moving up the bed to sit upright. His movements were slow, and his eyes seemed to struggle to focus when he turned to look at her.\n\n“No, I can’t remember anything before yesterday. The last thing I can remember is laying down on my sofa after pulling a double shift.”\n\n“Great, not only have we found the first male to grace the earth in a century, but his memories are as if he was working only yesterday. No way, this just doesn’t add up at all.” Said Mia.\n\n“First male? What do you mean?” he asked.\n\n“I mean that there are no men, not one, on this whole planet. Or so we thought until today.”\n\n“How is that possible?” His eyes were alert now, and wide in fear. “My dad, my brother, are you telling me they aren’t here?”\n\n“Mia, chill, he’s just woken up and we know just as much as Kurt does.” Sara gently grabbed Charlotte by the arm and quickly motioned Mia to follow her. Only once outside the room did Sara speak again. “How about you two head home for today, I’ll make up the spare room and Kurt can stay the night, maybe some food and sleep will help jog his memory.”\n\n“Can we trust you?” asked Charlotte.\n\n“What is that supposed to mean? Of course you can, I’m not going to see any harm come to him. Come back in the morning, but tell no one of this; we need to know the truth before news can break of this.”\n\nMia gave Charlotte a sceptical glance. It went unspoken, but neither were buying that Sara, who had spent her teenage years scouring every record she could find for the truth as to what killed every man and cursed womankind to birth their own clones to continue humanity, was not going to merely leave this Kurt to a good night’s sleep. However, what could they do to stop her without alerting authorities to the find? \n “Fine, but please, and I mean this with every sensible part of me, leave the poor boy alone tonight.” Charlotte was holding Sara’s face in her hands, staring deep into her eyes, and was surprised to see her friend actually listening to her.\n\n“I promise that he’ll have a good night’s sleep and we will, all going well, get all the answers we could want out of Kurt tomorrow.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her magic was drawn from the plane of lust. That meant that the stronger she grew as a mage, the more her body would change, and the more her libido would increase. She didn't let that dissuade her from her studies at all... | [
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"content": "Justine bounced steadily on the young man's cock.\n\nThe library had made special arrangements for her studies given her place in the royal court, chief among them was an assistant that could spare his tool during her studies.\n\nShe found she could concentrate better the longer she edged herself, a skill she had developed quite quickly.\n\nNow, with books piled high across her work desk, she blazed through them and absolutely devouring their contents. There was a ravenous hunger she needed to satisfy, both in her studies and between her legs.\n\nIt had been an odd discovery, learning where her magic came from. The plane of lust. In her research not only did she learn how to fully draw on its vast reservoir, but she also came to find out there was even a cult dedicated to it. They believe there was some powerful deity that lived on the plane and that all their magic came directly from this deity.\n\nAnd Justine was starting to believe it herself.\n\nA few more books speed read, and she decided to call it a night. Another few vigorous bounces and Justine and her assistant came in unison.\n\nSince the manifestation of her magic, she had noticed some interesting changes to her physiology. Her breasts grew to respectable size, indicating her reserves of mana. There was no blemish on her skin, it was immaculately smooth and had a radiant glow about it. Justine's womanly place had become so incredibly sensitive, that she had to take to wearing very loose fitting robes and walk very steadily as any errant touch would send waves of pleasure shooting through her.\nNot that she was complaining. It was just awkward when she would double over in ecstasy while talking to royal officials .\n\nBesides those more obvious changes, she also noticed her libido and stamina and increased nearly a hundredfold. She could hardly go an hour without having an assistant assist her. And not just men anymore either. She now craved men, women, and all sorts of themfolk from other races. Justine was filled with all sorts of curiosity. There was a whole spectrum of experience she had to unlock.\n\nAs she entered her private quarters, she quickly discarded her one piece robe. It was all she had on beside her laced up, heeled boots. Unseen servants glided in from each direction, holding items for their mistress: a long polished wood rod, a string of large pearls, clamps in the design of mouths, several glass bottles, and a long flexible metal snake.\n\nThe polish rod found its spot immediately. It began its hallowed work with diligence, ensuring its mistress would be satisfied.\n\nWith the pearls, the servants began the slow and teasing process of filling her back entrance, bit by bit.\n\nThe clamps were placed upon her diamond hard nipples. A hole in the back of the clamps gave easy access to the engorged and clamps peaks, boosting their sensitivity through the roof.\n\nThe metal snake coiled itself around both of her large breasts, initiating an undulating constricting motion.\n\nIt was all her routine, and damn did she love routine.\n\nSoon, the glass bottles were attached to the clamps. In a well practiced order, the snake began milking her , causing glowing blue breast milk to quickly fill the bottles attached to her. She would fill nearly a dozen bottles like this, all the while the while being filled by her magic implements.\n\nThis was true heaven. \n\nThere was a new spell she had learned that she wanted to try. Pulling the polished rod from her, she conjured a small portal just above her precious place. A slight push closer and part it disappeared through it. There was a slight numbing feeling coming through it now, though not entirely unpleasant.\n\nConjuring the second portal in front of her face, her missing bits reappeared through it. How immaculate her slit was. Reaching out with her tongue, she touched it to her lips. An instant explosion of pleasure washed through her. It was unlike any other time someone had licked her so intimately. Now it was her own tongue on her own pussy.\n\nAnd how she devoured it.\n\nShe licked and sucked and explored every inch of herself. And by the gods was it unbelievable. Now she didn't need to communicate what she needed or use apathetic magic servants. She knew exactly what she needed.\n\nAnd only lords in hell knew how hard she came from it. Her moans reverberated deep into her precious place, and it responded with a beautiful torrent of her juice. Justine lapped it up eagerly, hungrily.\n\nAll of her bottles were filled at this point. Her breasts had decreased in size substantially, but they would bounce back by the morning.\n\nGods she loved magic."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A chivalrous knight has taken a vow to make sure any maidens he passes are satisfied. His vow is tested when the a dommy witch demands to peg him... | [
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"content": "***Authors note: \nSo I'm long-winded. Take it up with the complaints department. \n\nIt's done, enjoy your porn.***\n\n\nAdrian knelt unmoving as the red-haired woman neared him.\n\n*Sune be with me. Sune protect me.*\n\n\"Well, well, just what have I caught in my web?\" The sorceress drawled. Her fingers were cruelly tight on his hair as she turned his head up to face her, and he gasped.\n\n\"Oh, that's right...\" She said, and waved her hand. The pressure on his throat faded away, though the faint violet glow that looped around his body in intricate knots remained. \"Now, where were we...a knight errant, are you?\"\n\n\"I'm - sworn,\" He coughed. She flicked aside the cloak that had fallen across his breastplate.\n\n\"Where is your amulet, then? Which God has got you by the balls, sir knight?\" She said, sarcastically.\n\nSorceresses were dangerous. They knew too much. But he had given the Oath.\n\nBesides, whatever he did not tell her, she would have other ways of finding out.\n\n\"...Sune.\" He said. Her eyes were the same shade of violet, unnatural, faintly glowing with power, and they narrowed in disappointment.\n\n\"Sune. How *boring*. Which Order?\" She asked.\n\n\"Brotherhood of the Ruby - \" Adrian tried.\n\nHe broke off as the strands of magic tightened further around him. She twitched a finger, tweaking at them again, and he gasped.\n\n\"They can grow as tight as I wish. And I know more places that could be tied.\" She said. \"You lie. You are quite far away from any of her temples and I see no cleric with you.\"\n\n\"I have been given - a different duty - \" Adrian grunted. Little stars were bursting around the edges of his vision. \"Loose me or - I will - \"\n\nThe sorceress snapped her fingers. The tightness around his chest eased and he took in a huge breath.\n\n\"Tell me, knight. Why were you sent for me? What have I done to offend the goddess of love?\"\n\n\"Sune the fairest...all maidens in her likeness...\" He managed.\n\nShe touched her own hair, briefly, and scowled.\n\n\"Lady Firehair adores beauty in all forms, does she not? She would not task her knight to kill them.\"\n\n\"I am not sworn to kill them.\" Adrian swallowed nervously.\n\nHe had *never* felt nervous, not even once, since he had taken the Oath. One of her many gifts. Knowledge, and skill, and always the perfect words on his lips. Yet kneeling before this woman he felt defenseless. To her magic his armor was nothing. To her piercing eyes, the confidence he wore beneath it was just as useless.\n\n\"Well?\" She said. Adrian could feel another loop coiling around one leg, finding its way beneath the armor.\n\n\"I offer her blessing! That's all!\"\n\n\"Which is?\"\n\n\"Pleasure. To any maiden of hers that prays for it.\"\n\nThe sorceress laughed, so hard the bonds flickered, but only once.\n\n\"You - you expect *me* to believe that?\" She said, with a nasty grin. \"Have you met even a single woman who did?\"\n\n\"I usually don't have to explain.\" He said.\n\n\"Don't mistake my laughter - I am *incredibly* insulted. But what I will do to you is going to be very entertaining.\"\n\n\"I can prove it!\" He said desperately. She folded her arms.\n\n\"I don't think so.\" The sorceress curled her fingers through his hair again, forcing his head back even further, and bent. Her eyes shone brighter, and everything around him faded into their light...\n\nAdrian was on his knees again, this time alone, in the silence of the temple at midnight.\n\nBut not truly alone.\n\nThe Goddess Sune stood before him, bright, shining, unbearably beautiful as the sun.\n\n\"Oh Goddess, I have prayed you would hear me and accept me.\"\n\n*I Have Heard.*\n\n\"I pledge my life in service to you, Goddess.\" Adrian said. He could not look at her long. It hurt - not his eyes, but somewhere in his mind, in his heart.\n\n*Then I Shall Charge You With A Duty. To The Fairest Maidens In My Likeness I Wish To Grant Ecstasy. You Will Deliver My Blessing, In My Name.*\n\n\"Me?\" Adrian whispered in disbelief. \"I'm not...I wanted...\"\n\nAdrian had always pictured noble battles, riding forth with his Amulet of Sune shining on his chest, raising his sword to defend her clerics, or protect her temples.\n\nNot this.\n\n*You Wish To Serve Me?*\n\n\"Yes, my Goddess.\" He had always wished to serve, ever since he first saw her glowing form in the stained glass windows of the temple.\n\n*Then You Shall Give Yourself To Any Maiden Who Desires It.*\n\n\"But why me?\"\n\n*I Sense Your Devotion. Every Time You Fulfill Your Duty I Shall Feel It Renewed.*\n\nHis cheeks burned.\n\n\"Thank you, my Goddess. I'm just not - experienced - \"\n\n*You Are Comely. I Will Give You All The Other Things You Shall Need To Serve Me As I Require. Will You Still Give Me Your Oath?*\n\n\"I will.\" He said, more firmly. He had always wished to serve. Adrian bowed before her and recited the words...\n\nHe blinked, shook his head. The violet light that filled his world faded again.\n\n\"You're *not* lying.\" The sorceress said.\n\n\"I would not lie about my duty.\"\n\n\"Surely you must admit 'The Goddess of Love has bidden me to make love to all the beautiful women' is the most gods-awful story of all time, even if it is true.\" She smirked.\n\n\"You know now I have not come to harm you. Please, would you free me?\" He said.\n\nShe waved a hand and the force tying his limbs disappeared. With a little grunt, Adrian got back to his feet, stretching his abused muscles.\n\n\"Thank you for your mercy.\" He said. \"I must be going.\"\n\nHe *wanted* to be going. He wanted to be away from those eyes that made him nervous, and that curving smile, and that fiery red hair surrounding that beautiful face.\n\nThe face that looked, but for the eyes, so much like the vision of Sune in the temple window he'd adored ever since he was a boy.\n\n\"Are you not going to perform your sworn duties?\" She said.\n\n\"What?\" Adrian said, caught off-guard.\n\n\"You are charged with giving yourself to *any maiden who desires it*. I am not exactly a maiden, but I am in her likeness nonetheless...\"\n\n\"It's not - a literal definition.\" Adrian said, his mind racing.\n\n\"How did you find me?\"\n\n\"You prayed for her blessing.\"\n\n\"I most certainly did not.\"\n\n\"There are many ways to pray to Sune. She heard you ask in the night...\" And he paused, listening, before going on. \"The moon was full and shone upon you through an opened window, and in the throes of sole passion you whispered 'Please, it has been so long'.\"\n\nThe sorceress glared at him, a slight pinkness in her cheeks.\n\n\"That is not what I meant.\"\n\n\"Nevertheless, she heard. And so I have come to you...should you still desire.\"\n\nShe looked him up and down.\n\n\"You are sworn to give yourself to me?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"And what does that entail? Will you carry me to bed, whisper sweet words into my ear, and lay atop me while I whimper?\"\n\n\"No...I can tell that's not what you want.\"\n\nThis was so difficult. Usually there wasn't much talk... Adrian simply knew what they desired. No awkward discussions like this, no negotiation. It just flowed naturally because when he looked at a woman he always knew. It was one of her Gifts.\n\nHe knew, and he did it, with incredible skill and attention. That was another. Whatever the maiden wanted, needed, he gave.\n\nThis woman was different. He looked at her and could not see any of the usual visions, her in ecstasy while he held her *this* way, or did *that* to her.\n\nSorceresses were dangerous. And unusual. Perhaps if he started, he would know what to give her. Perhaps, if he started, he would find Sune was still there.\n\n\"Let me show you,\" he murmured, \"what Gifts my Goddess has given me, that I might share,\"\n\n\"First, you will follow me, to that room with the opened window. There, you will give yourself to me.\"\n\nThere was a hint in the way she said it that he should have noticed, but did not recognize until much later. Adrian was lost, drifting with only the hope that this was Sune's will.\n\nFaith. Not hope, faith.\n\nThe sorceress lived in a small house, set away from the road. He had walked past it on his way to find her without even knowing it was there. As he expected, it was beautiful, every bit carefully shaped to her exact whims. Apparently she liked smooth, elegant curves, and her home looked almost more grown by a shapely tree than made.\n\nHe almost bumped into her when she stopped, gesturing through a rounded doorway,\n\nSo *this* was the bedroom of a sorceress. The theme of curves continued here. The floor beneath his feet was a mosaic depicting - some abstract shape he did not recognize, but much of it was the same purple color as her eyes.\n\nAdrian had never liked purple much, before today.\n\nThe bed was large - very large, for one person.\n\n\"Take off your armor, knight.\" She said.\n\n\"You don't have to call me that. It's Adrian, to you.\" \n\n\"It's 'Sorceress' to you.\" She said, at his expectant look, and he turned away.\n\nThere were noises behind him, barely heard over the clanking as he undid the buckles. A drawer opening and closing; the swish of fabric.\n\nHe set the last pauldron on the pile.\n\n\"All of it.\" She said, before he could turn around, so Adrian shed the gambeson too, and the thinner underclothing beneath it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Gameshows are certainly more interesting after the public sex revolution of 2021... | [
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"content": "Heads up: straight up noncon.\n\nSarah looked into the camera, an arm over her breasts and a hand shielding her pelvis. Everyone else had taken to public sex like butter to a pan, melting into the streets. Sarah enjoyed watching but never expected to partake. With her boss: Mr Thatcher entering her into the Friday night gameshow ‘cum and go’ how could she refuse the opportunity?\n\nNow a team of two were positioning her pelvis into the saddle, medical patched attached to her thighs. She didn’t need to win, she didn't want to. She just needed the 2k participation trophy and to tell her boss ‘I tried and lost’.\n\nVelcro straps ran over her ankles and thighs, frogtied with all her weight on the machine. All she had to do was simple, don’t cum. Sarah was a champion of disappointing sex, how could she win? Something was off with Sarah though, she felt it the moment she walked out naked on stage. She was wet, no hour of teasing required. The very idea of being watched… she had never even had sex with the lights on and now she was drooling over the machine, it wasn’t even on. Her thighs were locked in place and the counter ticked down.\n\n30 seconds until she would be shown in the middle of a news break, millions seeing her blush.\n\n10 seconds. Sarah pulled against the thigh strap. Testing it to find she was well and truly fucked in so many senses of the word.\n\n19 Other girls sat ready, the scoreboard lit up and she was live.\n\n“Welcome to voting for Come And GOOOO!” rang out the host in his grey suit, instantly the scores began to shift. She couldn’t focus on him as numbers began to tick by. Sarah’s name slowly rising to replace others, he had spoken 2 sentences, her face had been shown for 20 seconds and already 18,506 people had voted for her, sitting in at position 3.\n\n“... And let's begin!” shouted the host.\n\nSarah’s soaked lips were now electric with the rubber numb vibrating against her. Why had so many voted for her already? The machine was now set to be the third most intense. Sarah’s hands snapped from her breasts to the saddle, nails digging into the rubber as her mind switched off. \n\nMoaning filled her ears, cutting out all other sounds. Sarah collected herself only enough to open her eyes, see the camera and realise the sound was coming from her. Sarah leaned forward, trying to rise off the numb but it only sent an intolerable buzz through her clit. She was supposed to lose, why did people want to see her? Sarah looked up to the scoreboard to see her unseat second place, the saddle clicking one step high to ruin all focus she had wrangled back to herself.\n\n“Sarah here is a 5’6 blonde, pink nippled beauty, would you like to tell everybody about yourself?” asked the musical voice of the host before her.\n\n“F-fuuuucck” Managed Sarah through drooling lips.\n\n“Now Sarah, this is a family show. We will have to forgive her, riding second place is difficult.”\n\nSarah couldn't take it, she was the centre of attention, everybody could watch her. Sarah hips shook, spasming all on their own as she rocked back and moaned. Cumming for all to see.\n\n“And we have our first orgasm, Sarah had locked in her place for round 2. If you want to hear her story you will have to wait for tonight when she is more vocal.”\n\nSarah looked up through blurry eyes to see the host beside the camera, smiling down at her. Her name took first place behind him.\n\nSarah was gone, her drooling lips mumbling something unintelligible.\n\n“Now now, Sarah is already in round two and we have 19 other contestants, those at home should share the stimulation around!” said the host before moving to chat with contestant 4. They didn’t, the audience voted for Sarah to receive the most. Contestant 4 was much more articulate at position 12, to Sarah’s left a girl was frantically stroking her clit, at position 20 her machine was off. Sarah’s head dropped, pushing toward orgasm number two when she heard a woman scream out. The now familiar ‘ding’ of another contestant locked in to round 2.\n\nSarah was to be locked to the machine for an hour before the show would begin in earnest. The 10 last to cum would go home, that was supposed to be Sarah. She feared the unintelligible garble she produced was the beginning of insanity.\n\n“St-stop, c-can't…” said Sarah to the camera. 3rd orgasm behind her and the machine bringing her unwilling body toward number 4. If she was more clear headed she would have condone the straps, instead her hips rocked and sore muscles clenched in preparation for being forced to scream out for a 4th time. Sarah looked into the camera, her eyes pleading with the audience at home for relief. None came.\n\nSarah lost time, her 4th was quickly approaching when strange crazy dreams flitted by.\n\nSarah came to, the machine dead between her legs, two assistants holding her up by her arms while a woman in a slutty latex nurse costume made a show of listening to her heart with a fake stethoscope. Actual medical personnel stood behind the camera checking machines and eyeing her warily.\n\n“I can’t… no round 2… I'm done.” said Sarah.\n\nOne of the paramedics waved to a group standing with the host and gave a thumbs up. The mock nurse paused, listening to her earpiece then turned from Sarah to face the camera.\n\n“She’s OK! Should we restart the machine? Vote now.”\n\n“No, no more.” Sarah pleaded to the nurse.\n\nThe scoreboard shifted to show a yes/no vote, numbers rolled in but the initial trend showed it was going to be unanimous. Sarah slumped into the supporting arms as the machine started on a low setting. Sarah watched in horror as the scoreboard returned showing her numbers rise, ticking her through the names with the machine responding.\n\n“No! Stop… fuck…” said Sarah.\n\nSarah loosely heard the host debating with someone.\n\n“...keep swearing… ...turn it down?”\n\nSarah let her body hang, trying to block out the sensation as the clock rolled through the remaining 20 minutes.\n\n\\---\n\nWorking out a round 2, trying to think of something creative. Might take me a while."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A whore was knighted by a duke to keep her quiet, then selected by the king to save his daughter from the dragon, and finally now married to the princess for rescueing her. | [
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"content": "Once upon a time there was a whore named Georgia. She had been 18, tall and buxom, with raven-black hair and snow white skin. The Duke had taken her to warm his bed, and then tried to take something from Georgia that he had not paid for.\n\n​\n\nGeorgia had some experience in men trying to take things that men hadn't paid for, and so had easily wrestled the Duke into submission. \n\n​\n\nEmbarrassed at being bested by a teen whore, he had knighted her so he could save some face. It turned out that Georgia was a pretty good knight, and so the Duke took her along when he was sent by the King to rescue Princess Amy from the dragon which was holding her. \n\n​\n\nWhile the dragon had given chase to the Duke and his men, Georgia had found Princess Amy sunbathing nude by a natural pool of cool, clear water.\n\n​\n\nGeorgia was used to men. She liked men. She liked fucking men. But there was something about Princess Amy that she couldn't resist. \n\n​\n\nShort, blonde hair and mischevious green eyes. A slim figure with small, firm breasts and a cute, round bum. Amy had explained that the dragon was protecting her from an arranged marriage with the tyrant Prince of a neighbouring kingdom. She was free to leave whenever she wanted, but she simply didn't want to.\n\n​\n\nGeorgia could see why Amy didn't want to leave, but as long as she stayed here, the King would just keep sending more and more good men to rescue her. Either they would eventually succeed, and kill the dragon, or they would fail, and more knights would die unnecessarily. Georgia needed a plan.\n\n​\n\nShe began by stripping down to her underclothes so she could sunbathe with the Princess. Georgia enjoyed how wide Amy's eyes had gone when Georgia had stripped, revealing her full breasts and pink nipples. She sat opposite Amy, pretending to look away at the trees and the wildlife, pretending she couldn't see Amy taking secret glances at Georgia's curves.\n\n​\n\nGeorgia began to wonder aloud about how grateful the old King would be to have his daughter safe. If the Princess returned with a Knight, and that Knight asked for her hand in marriage, it would be hard for the King to refuse it - even if it was a woman Knight...\n\n​\n\nAmy came and sat beside Georgia, asking if she was really a Knight - she was too young and pretty, and Amy had never heard of a woman knight before. Georgia's large breasts rubbed against Amy's smaller tits as she told her the whole story of her knighthood, and Amy had laughed and laughed, and then suddenly they were kissing.\n\n​\n\nGeorgia had never been with a woman before, but she'd been with a few men, and also knew what she liked herself. She also had this trick with her tongue which she felt would work on Amy too...\n\n​\n\nKissing quickly turned to touching, and then touching had turned to Georgia's fingers running up the Princess' inner thighs. Amy had bitten her lip and then given a little nod of encouragement, and then Georgia was stroking at her Princess' tight, wet cunt.\n\n​\n\nExpert fingers worked the Princess' body all over. Running through her hair, touching her neck, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Princess Amy's cheeks turned powder pink, as did the skin on her chest, and soon she was exhaling cute little moans. Georgia could tell Amy was resisting for some reason, so she held her tightly and whispered in her ear that she wanted to make Amy cum.\n\n​\n\n\"cum for me my Princess, cum for me\", she whispered as her fingers stroked Amy's stiff little clit. Amy's whole body tensed and then she cried out, cursing under her breath as she orgasmed. \n\n​\n\nWhen she finally got her breath back, Amy grinned \"now you've fucked me I HAVE to marry you\". Georgia didn't even care about the reward anymore, she just wanted this sweet young woman to be hers for ever. They spent the night together, pleasing each other in every way possible, before flying on the dragons back to the castle in the morning.\n\n​\n\nEveryone had cowered in fear when the dragon landed in the courtyard, and that fear turned to surprise when Princess Amy climbed down and demanded to see the King. Georgia had been right about him, and he had readily agreed to marry Amy to the brave knight who saved her.\n\n​\n\nThe dowry from the wedding was sufficient that they were able to build a beautiful cottage in the woods, not far from their dragon friends lair, and they spent the rest of their days sucking and fucking each other, happily ever after"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I’m the “distraction” for a team of treasure hunters. | [
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"content": "\\[This is the first erotic thing I've ever written. I hope you like it!\\]\n\nThe Guardians of the Citadel were known for their stoic demeanor. For years, decades, far longer than any living person could remember, those tall, broad-shouldered men guarded the Citadel and the treasures within it with their lives. For as long as their watch has continued, no person has ever left the Citadel with more than they came with; no thief has managed to slip away with even a penny.\n\nMe and my crew, we were just the next ones set to try. It was my first job, and I couldn’t have been more excited for it if I tried. My whole life wasted away on a stuffy farm, and now I was finally getting out there, on an adventure. I was going to be part of the team that managed to rob the Citadel. I was set to go down in history! \n\nThat is, until The Strategist told me that I was gonna be cannon fodder. Distracting the Guards? Really? I may have been a rookie, but I knew I was ready to do more than wind up in the slammer while the rest of the team split the profits. Unfortunately, I was the grunt, and I had no say in the matter. And so, my fancy title wasn’t The Rogue or The Strategist or The Muscle, but The Distraction.\n\nWhile the others planned infiltration and escape, I planned out how to keep them from getting busted; if I could keep myself from getting busted too, that’d be a pretty nice bonus, too. I spent hours and hours poring over history books trying to find some weakness, any instance of a Guardian getting defeated. It was painstaking work. \n\nEventually, looking at the million-and-first sketch of the Guardian uniform, I started to realize how attractive the soldiers were. Tall, with muscles toned by a lifetime of training and determined faces always looking ahead. Hey, a girl starts to notice these things after a while! I began to wonder and eventually search: has anyone ever bedded a Guardian? \n\nAfter no small amount of reading, I found nothing. And a lightbulb went off in my head. Of course, like any good member of a thieving team, I had to do some recon to see if my theory worked. I put on a quick disguise and went out to the steps of the Citadel, deserted at this time of night, and walked up to the row of Guardians in front of them. \n\nMasquerading as a starstruck tourist, I brought a pad and pencil to sketch one of the Guardians and oh-so-accidentally dropped them both. Leaning over to pick them up, I kept an eye on the men as my neckline unsubtly revealed a fair amount of cleavage. Almost imperceptibly, I saw a few sets of Guardian eyes flit towards me. I patiently finished up my sketch and turned away with a smirk on my face. This could work.\n\nEventually, the day of the heist came, and my team and I split up to do our separate jobs. In an hour’s time, we’d all be a lot richer or a lot closer to the gallows. I made my way to the side of the Citadel, to an entrance where The Scout had seen no more than a couple Guardians posted at a time — a number I could manage by myself. \n\nI sauntered up to the Guardians, two posted at the door as I approached. I got up close to one of them, practically pressing myself up against him, and said, “Oh, sir, I need your help with something, if you don’t mind?” Of course, he didn’t respond or even avert his gaze, so I continued with the plan and placed a hand on his chest, practically needing to reach up to do so. “I was supposed to… you know, do it… with my boyfriend tonight, but he ended up kicking me out early! And now he’s got me all riled up…”\n\nI traced my hand down his chest towards the belt around his waist, tugging at one of the strings to untie it. “I’ve heard rumors about you Guardians,” I lied. “That you’re… gifted at stuff like that? I wanted to see for myself.” I pulled the string free and let it fall to the ground, and at the same time pulled the low neckline of my shirt down further to reveal my breasts to him. And there it was, those flitting eyes that I’d seen many more times by now. \n\nI fussed with the layers of his robe until I found my prize, and it turned out that those rumors that I’d made up were true. The guardian had a beautiful cock, seven inches long and thick enough that I could hardly wrap my hand around it. I gave it a few test strokes, humming with satisfaction before bringing it into my mouth.\n\nI like to think that I’m pretty good at blowjobs; distracting these guards confirmed my confidence for the rest of my life. I looked up at the Guardian as I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, and his gaze was fixed on me. I had never seen anything like it before. I pulled away, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, and heard a low moan: the first time I heard a guardian’s voice. \n\nI felt something behind me, and when I turned around I was met with the other guard’s cock standing attention and begging for the same treatment. It was shorter than his partner’s but I swallowed it with equal enthusiasm. I guided the two of them to stand closer together so I could switch between them more easily, and turn their backs towards where my teammates would be sneaking into the Citadel. “I’m gonna take good care of you two,” I said. And with that cue spoken, the main part of the heist would begin. \n\nMy job, however, was to continue with these two. I sucked the two of them using every trick I had learned over the years, and my efforts were rewarded with more of those low moans. If one of them got too loud, I’d switch to the other so he could cool down. I had to kill more time with them, though. And if I’m gonna seduce some guards, I may as well cum a few times from it too, right?\n\nI hoisted up my dress to reveal that I hadn’t even bothered with underwear. Their hungry gazes saw that I was soaking with anticipation, ready to let them fill me up. The first Guardian wasted no time lifting me up as if I weighed nothing at all and lining his cock up with my entrance. I locked eyes with him and whispered, “Please,” and he lowered me onto his shaft. \n\nHe gave me a moment to adjust to the fullness of having him inside me, then started fucking me, his moans quickly turning into a low growl. Quickly, his thrusts grew faster and stronger until he slammed inside of me as his cock pulsed, shooting streams of cum into me and shivers up my spine. He whispered, “Fuck,” a few times as he came down from his orgasm, the only words I heard from him that night.\n\nThe first Guardian set me down, and the second wasted no time getting his turn in. He turned me around and bent me over the entrance platform’s stone wall overlooking the street below. Mere hours ago, that street would be bustling with travellers, tourists, merchants, and monks visiting the Citadel, now, the city was fast asleep, and no one was there to watch the show I was picturing so vividly in my head. \n\nThe second Guardian entered me from behind, sliding quickly and roughly down to his hilt. He pulled out, then grabbed the long braid I had my hair in to pull me back onto his cock. It was a tighter fit than the first one, but I took it gladly, my own moans rising in volume with his desperate growling. He fucked me hard and selfishly, slapping against my ass with each thrust and pulling my hair to repeat the motion.\n\nThrough the pleasure and the sounds, I heard something else: footsteps. On the street below, close to the wall to stay unseen, was my team, carrying several bags each of what I assumed was the treasure from inside the Citadel. They fucking did it. And now, they were giving me thumbs-ups as they watched one of the Guardians of that Citadel plow my pussy from behind. I know there would be no shortage of teasing about this later, and not even the fun kind.\n\nIn the moment, though, that didn’t matter to me. With each slap of the Guardian’s body against mine, I felt a wave of pleasure shoot through me, each one building in intensity until I bit back a scream of pleasure and prayed that my legs wouldn’t give out. The Guardian made no such restraint, moaning loudly as he emptied himself into me. He let go of my hair and pulled his cock out of me, letting both men’s cum drip down the sides of my legs. \n\nWithout a word, the two Guardians straightened their robes, tied their belts, and assumed their positions in front of the entrance to the Citadel. I straightened myself out as much as I could and said. “Thanks for the help, boys. You really made my night.” I winked at the two of them, though they made no gestures back, and went to rejoin my team."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The sweet but subdued IT girl gets revenge on an office full of demeaning bros by planting or exposing their internet searches and blackmailing them however she likes; she goes after the married ones first. | [
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"content": "Becki was cute, petite and blonde. It was disappointing, but not surprising that so many of the men in the office talked to her like shit. She was used to men underestimating her.\n\nIf they'd realised her skills in IT, they would've treated her with more respect from the start. As it was, they had to learn the hard way.\n\nThe manager who was badly hiding an affair; the guy in accounts with a gambling problem; the idiot intern who tried to Torrent \"The Anarchist Cookbook\" to his work PC. These were just some of the worst offenders.\n\nAlmost all of the men in the office looked up porn. Most of them just followed a few 'Gone Wild' sites on Reddit. Some actually searched for harder stuff. Even the guys who didn't look up hot women in work time still had stuff Becki could get them on.\n\nBitching about your line manager to a buddy? Becki knew about it. Emailing your girlfriend to say you were going to fake illness tomorrow? Becki knew about it.\n\nBefore long she was getting more in hush money than she was from her salary. Her colleagues stopped making crude comments about her body when they thought she couldn't hear. They all learnt to treat her with respect, and for a lot of them it seemed genuine.\n\nJacob was different though. Either he was the purest man she'd ever met, or he was good at hiding his tracks. Becki suspected it was the latter, and ended up coming into work super early one day to install key-logging software on his PC, just for her own curiousity.\n\nShe was right. He was just very good at hiding what he did all day. It turned out that he spent a lot of time writing erotica. Crazy dirty stuff, lots of bondage and spanking. \n\nBecki was not long out of college, and hadn't really experienced that sort of thing before. Soon she was reading it in her spare time, following Jacob's posts from a throwaway account she created specifically for that purpose.\n\nThe things that Jacob wrote made her so wet. Becki was spending half her evenings masturbating to his latests posts; so much so that she started to blush every time she saw him. He seemed oblivious though, both to Becki, and the fact that she knew his secret.\n\nHe was doing it in work time, and Becki knew it would cost Jacob his job if the managers found out, so he was ripe for a bit of blackmail. This time though, she didn't want money. She wanted his time.\n\nShe got her chance when they were the last two in the office a few nights later. Casually she mentioned that she liked his writing. Jacob had tried to play dumb, like he didn't know what she meant, until Becki suggested that maybe others in the office would enjoy his posts.\n\nHe sighed \"what do you want Becki?\". No doubt he'd been warned by some of the other guys about her devious money-making.\n\nShe leaned in close. \"I want you treat me like one of the women in your stories\"\n\nHis eyes went wide, and then he simply nodded. By the time Becki was back her desk he had emailed her an address and a time.\n\n​\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nBecki didn't know what to wear for their date. She didn't even really know if it was a date. In the end she settled for a cute little sundress and her comfy boots. If all went well she wouldn't be wearing them for long anyway.\n\nThey shared a bottle of red wine. A weird silent tension between them, anxiously looking at each other, not sure how to begin. \n\nJacob decided it was time for him to take charge. He kissed Becki sweetly on her lips, and then asked her for her safe words - one to take things slower, and one for a definite stop. Becki didn't even know about these things, but it made her feel warm and safe. She trusted Jacob.\n\nHe tenderly undressed her, without saying a word. His eyes drank in her slim frame, a sly smile on his lips. Becki was getting wet already.\n\nOut came some rope. Slowly he wrapped it around her, tying it tightly. Becki found herself with with her knees fully bent, her ankles bound to her thighs. Next restraints were added to her wrists, and they too were bound to her legs. She was laid on her back, and barely able to move.\n\nJacob checked in that she was comfortable and happy, and Becki nodded enthusiastically. \n\nTwo clamps, fastened by a thin, delicate chain were applied to her nipples. They pinched, and made her small breasts feel so sensitive, but she couldn't help but enjoy it.\n\nNext Jacob produced a vibrating wand, and Becki knew where that was going. He let it pulse all over her body, rubbing it against her cheek, her chest, before securing it in a position where it was held constantly against her clit.\n\nThis was exactly what she had been dreaming of, ever since she start reading Jacob's writing. This was what she had wanted. She felt so secure and cared for in her bindings; Jacob was so slow and patient, and teasing with her. \n\nHer first orgasm washed over her, pure bliss. She expected Jacob to remove the wand, but he just continued to watch her. She started to cum again.\n\nJacob began to drip candle wax on her. It felt so intense, she felt almost overwhelmed. She was orgasming for a third time.\n\nShe started to beg him to remove the wand, she didn't want him to make her cum again. He paused for a moment, and asked for the safe word. Becki thought about it, and then shook her head - she was ok to continue.\n\nEach orgasm made her feel so sensitive all over, it had a snowball effect. She stopped knowing where one ended and where the next one began. Still he teased her with the candle wax, and occasionally a soft leather paddle which he alternately struck or tickled her with.\n\nBecki's eyes rolling back in her head, almost unable to bear it anymore. She whispered her safe word, and Jacob was straight there to untie her. Too sensitive to fuck him, she hungrily took him in her mouth, encouraging him to fuck her face. The tip was already slick with pre-cum just from watching, and it wasn't long until she felt his cock twitch and throb in her mouth, filling her with his cum.\n\n​\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nThey laid together, cuddling and kissing, while Becki got her breath back.\n\n\"you don't need to blackmail me anymore you know\" he whispered \"I'm happy to do this anytime. Maybe this weekend?\"\n\nBecki smiled. She wanted nothing more"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her friend tried to gross people out by pretending the sugar glaze he just made was cum. She went beet red, as she realized she'd whispered "yum" loud enough for people to hear... | [
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"content": "Clair hauled her heavy rifle out in both arms, the 60kg (132 pounds) monster was a pain to carry but so was the trolley health and safety provided. It gave a satisfying ‘thunk’ when she dropped it on the table to Chris’ scowl.\n\n“Claire, 7 other tables in the mess and you pick mine.” said Chris.\n\nClaire sat in the tight fitting breathable underwear, adjusting the sports bra so it’s holes properly aligned with the metal ports down her body.\n\n“What?... I like the company.” said Claire, shooting him a smile as the other 6 of their squad poured in from the power armour lockers, the faint sound of grinders scraping away the morning’s damage. \n\n“Now they're all going to sit here.” grumbled Chris.\n\nHe wasn’t the best company but the recent months had left a lot of empty tables in the mess, Claire was the last of the Screaming Valkyries and so condensed into the final squad of 8.\n\nJohn was attacking a fried port on his shoulder with a pair of pliers, blood leaking free around the side as he plonked down beside Claire.\n\n“Fuckin… ah!... shoulder up and died on me.” said John as Claire rose and offered her hand. John relented, passing her the tool to remove the fragments of broken cable lodged in the port.\n\n“Guys I'm eating” said Chris, eyeing the blood and glancing down to his runny porridge.\n\n“Fear not my fellow famished fighters! I found the foresight to … forge… fuck, I made cinnamon buns before we headed out, the sugar will do you good.” said Simon. The ex chef placed a plate on the table. 18 scrolls with white glaze. Chris found himself rounded by all 7 grabbing one, he relented and grabbed one himself. Claire held hers in her teeth as she grabbed the shattered hunk of metal and pulled it free of John’s shoulder socket. Claire held it up for him as she bit off a chunk with her freehand.\n\n“Holy shit these are good Simon!” said Claire through her mouthful.\n\n“They didn’t give me a Michelin star for nothing, The secret ingredient is cum in the glaze.”\n\n“Fucksake.” said Chris, dropping his spoon and pushing the seminal-like porridge away from himself.\n\n“Yum.” mused Claire before she took another bite.\n\nJohn turned from admitting his shoulder shard to raise an eyebrow at the now beet red Claire.\n\n“It was a joke,” said Claire.\n\n“Then why are you blushing so much?” said Simon, suggestively licking the icing. Claire looked away as she felt the redness spread to her ears and neck.\n\n“Ha! She likes cum.” snickered Max.\n\n“Well… yes, I mean… It tastes good and you can’t fake it.” mumbled Claire.\n\n“Can't fake it?” said John.\n\n“If you’re tasting cum then he liked whatever you did. It’s like getting flowers when it’s not valentine's day.”\n\nChris sat back holding up the cinnamon scroll, he was still pissy about his porridge.\n\n“If I came on it, would you eat it?” said Chris.\n\nJohn turned to glare at Chris.\n\n“Well, no… because you would laugh at me and be a cunt about it.”\n\nClair was getting flustered under the 7 pairs of eyes boring into her.\n\n“So If I did it seriously and didn't laugh, then you would enjoy it?” said Simon.\n\nClaire couldn’t speak so she gave a noncommittal shrug. A cheeky smile slowly spread across Simon’s face.\n\n“No nevermind, John can you help me fix this receiver? Gas is getting clogged and it’s fucking my firerate.” said Claire, bumping the rifle, forgetting she wasn’t in her power armour and it weighed as much as she did. Claire shook the sting out of her fist.\n\n“Yes, but were not changing the subject. Is it anybody's cum or Simon’s specifically?” said John.\n\n“Well not some greasy fuck or anything but… yeah, more or less.”\n\n“Mine?” said John.\n\nThis was getting out of hand, Claire was getting aroused, her heart was thundering and she was sure they could all see it.\n\n“I… I’m not like that, I just like the taste that's all. I'm not a slut or anything.”\n\n“No one thinks you're a slut Claire.” said John.\n\n“I think you’re an asshole… but not a slut.” said Chris.\n\nClaire looked up to see several nods of agreement. It eased the shame she felt.\n\n“So… want a taste?” laughed Max before a firm arm pushed him off the bench.\n\nClair smirked.\n\n“We’re here for you, you’ve got our backs in the field so our… cock are always open to you.” said John, starting sombre but breaking into a laugh. The moment was passing but Claire found she didn’t want it to. For a moment she thought… fantasised about it. Fuck they had been out in this junker for months and the military didn’t think to pack the ‘essentials’ in their rush. Simon had changed the subject to back when he was a chef which switched to people talking about their lives before San Francisco popped.\n\nClaire bumped John and whispered. “Did you mean that?”\n\n“Where in the field in 2 hours but once this is over, sure.” said John.\n\nClaire had attracted a little attention but she didn’t want to wait until it was all over. She needed to push through her shame the same way she pushed through the fear. \n\n“Fuck that, I want it now, before we go back out and add our corpses to the pile.” said Claire.\n\n“Just me or…” started John.\n\n“Whoever wants to join, I’ve always wanted to and I may never get the shot.” said Claire.\n\nThe conversation had stopped, 6 listening to their quiet talk.\n\n“Here? Fuck it lets go.” said John.\n\n“No laughing.” said Claire.\n\n“Anyone laughs ill nut em!” said Simon.\n\nClaire rose, pulling off the thin tanktop, untangling it from a port on her bicep.\n\nFor a few moments there was no war, no screaming teammates or flashes of light. Claire knelt over a cock with one in each hand, her lips around another and her eyes closed. She didn’t know whose it was and she didn’t care, hard calloused hands gripped her and she melted away. For the first time in month's her eyes where closed but she didn't see their faces she only felt calm.\n\n\\-\n\nChris’ rifle jammed. Simon's 6 petalled Michelin star sat coated in blood. The gagging sound of someone pulling blood into their lungs and John…\n\nClaire wasn’t fast enough for John.\n\nClaire sat in the mess hall cleaning her rifle with Max’s help. 62 fresh recruits with shining new ports watched them in silence. Bunched up on the 7 other tables. Claire’s fingers ran over John’s name scratched into the metal as sirens blared and the room turned into a flurry of activity for another drop. Claire closed her eyes, remembering the quiet calm before she hoisted her rifle."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You had always fantasized about fucking a Wizard girl... that is, until she had you bound in ethereal ropes and was going down on you. Ignore that sinking feeling and give in. She knows best now. | [
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"content": "The smirk on her beautiful face made my dick twitch because of how sexy she looked. Emily was the hottest girl I had ever met, and every facial expression she made was cute.\n\n\"You really mean that?\" she asked in her sexy accent. \"You actually want to have sex with a wizard girl?\"\n\nI was visiting Emily at her beach house during the Summer. She always wore bikinis at this time of year, and her perfect curves were on display as we had each conversation and argument. She always looked out of this world sexy even when she was angry, so every conversation allowed me to admire her body. Today we had been having a conversation about fantasy stories. I don't remember how it happened, but at some point I let it slip that I'd fantasized about having sex with a wizard girl, and Emily found that amusing.\n\n\"No need to be embarrassed,\" she said as she noticed me blushing. \"We all have bizarre dirty thoughts sometimes.\"\n\n\"But nobody has probably fantasized about something like that,\" I said.\n\nEmily laughed. \"Why not?\"\n\n\"Because it's too silly,\" I said.\n\n\"What's so silly about it?\" asked Emily.\n\n\"Why are we still talking about this?\" I asked.\n\n\"Because I want to know why you think sex with wizards is so silly,\" said Emily.\n\n\"Because wizards are made up,\" I said. \"It's all just a figment of somebody's imagination.\"\n\n\"Wizards are real,\" said Emily.\n\n\"Oh, really?\" I said with a sarcastic laugh. \"I assume you've actually met one then?\"\n\n\"You've met one too,\" said Emily. \"Because I'm a wizard.\"\n\nI laughed. \"That's a good one,\" I said. \"A bit rude because it's mocking my fantasy, but pretty funny.\"\n\n\"I'm not joking,\" said Emily. \"I'm really a wizard.\"\n\n\"Prove it,\" I said, playing along.\n\n\"Okay,\" said Emily. \"Have you ever heard an accent like mine before.\"\n\nCome to think of it, I hadn't. Emily's accent was unique, and didn't match any accent that I was aware of.\n\n\"No,\" I answered. \"But what does that prove? I haven't heard every accent in the world.\"\n\n\"Of course not,\" said Emily. \"Because you haven't heard wizard accents before.\"\n\nI laughed again. \"You're on a roll today, Emily. This wizard joke is pretty funny.\"\n\n\"It's not a joke,\" said Emily. \"I'm being serious.\"\n\n\"But you haven't proved it,\" I said.\n\nEmily stood up and flaunted her body. \"Have you ever seen a body as perfect as mine?\"\n\nI hesitated, because I didn't want to embarrass Emily by saying she was the hottest girl I'd ever met.\n\n\"Come on,\" demanded Emily. \"Be honest. Don't hold back your true feelings.\"\n\n\"No,\" I said. \"I've never seen a body as perfect as yours.\"\n\n\"Why, thank you,\" said Emily, making me blush again. \"I'm so sexy that I have to be from another world, right?\"\n\n\"Well...\" I began.\n\n\"Answer me,\" said Emily.\n\n\"Yeah,\" I answered. \"You really are out of this world hot.\" I blushed again. \"You are really flirting with me today.\"\n\nEmily walked closer to me. \"Hey,\" she said, \"You're the one who didn't believe me when I said I'm a wizard.\"\n\n\"I still don't believe it,\" I said. \"You're just telling the wizard joke so you can flirt with me.\"\n\n\"I am flirting,\" said Emily, \"But I'm not joking about being a wizard.\"\n\n\"But you haven't proved anything,\" I said. \"You've just bragged about how sexy your accent and body are. You aren't a wizard.\"\n\nEmily sighed. \"Alright,\" she said. \"I didn't want to admit it because it's kind of bad, but I've telekinetically touched your cock once or twice.\" She blushed.\n\nThinking back, I had felt what seemed like light touches on my cock while in Emily's prescence, but I knew it couldn't be magic. It had to have been my imagination. Wizards weren't real.\n\n\"That would be sexy if it were true,\" I said.\n\n\"It *is* true,\" said Emily. \"I'm a wizard.\"\n\n\"No, you're not,\" I said. \"I'm getting tired of this joke.\"\n\n\"It's not a joke,\" said Emily. \"I could make your clothes disappear if I wanted to.\"\n\n\"Do it then,\" I said with a laugh.\n\nImmediately after saying that, the room suddenly felt a slight bit colder, as if the breeze through the windows were making contact with my bare skin. And then I realized that it was. All of my clothes except for my boxers had disappeared from my body. I looked up at Emily and blushed again.\n\n\"Don't yell at me,\" she said. \"You told me to do it.\"\n\n\"I know I did,\" I replied in shock. \"But I didn't know it would actually happen.\" I looked back up at her in amazement. \"I can't believe it. You're actually a wizard.\"\n\n\"I told you I was,\" said Emily. \"You didn't believe me.\"\n\n\"I still struggle to believe it,\" I said. \"Touch my cock with your powers like you apparently did a few times before.\"\n\nImmediately I felt the touch of fingers on my cock. It was as if her fingers were under my boxers.\n\n\"More,\" I said with a moan. \"Give it a squeeze.\"\n\nI felt the invisible fingers squeeze my cock, and I moaned a bit louder, looking back up to see Emily grinning.\n\n\"Still want that wizard sex?\" she asked.\n\n\"Yes,\" I said. \"Make my fantasy a reality.\"\n\nMy boxers disappeared just like the rest of my clothes had, and I felt the invisible fingers stroke my cock. \"Wizard sex is a powerful thing,\" said Emily. \"Jumping straight into full sex would be so powerful that it would kill any human. We have to take it slowly, step by step, to prepare you so that you can take it without dying when we finally do it.\"\n\n\"I'll do anything to prepare myself,\" I said, moaning louder. \"Start the process. I want to live my fantasy.\"\n\n\"I must warn you,\" said Emily. \"The training process will take a few months. And once the training process has started, we can't stop. My magic will already be working on you to prepare you for the full sex, and stopping the training will cause the magic to destroy your body. Please be sure you really want to do this. Once you start, you can't change your mind. You'll have to trust everything I say. I don't want to hurt you in any way.\"\n\nI thought for a few seconds. \"I'm willing to go through the training,\" I said. \"I want to be with you forever, and will do whatever you say.\"\n\nEmily smiled. \"I thought you'd never say yes,\" she said. \"But since you did say yes, let's begin.\"\n\nImmediately, my entire body was telekinetically lifted into the air, and I was placed on Emily's bed, laying on my back. My hands were lifted above my head, and I felt ropes tie themselves around my wrists and ankles to keep them in place. Invisible ropes. Invisible, otherworldly ropes that felt softer than anything I had ever touched before.\n\nEmily climbed on top of me, her perfect soft skin making contact with mine. \"First,\" she said, \"I have to give you the kiss. The kiss that will put my magic into you that will allow the training to begin. Please tell me if you want to back out now, because this is your last chance.\"\n\n\"Kiss me, Emily,\" I said. \"I'm not backing out.\"\n\nAnd then I felt the perfect lips touch mine, and the long slow heavenly kiss she gave me as she put her magic into me.\n\n\"No turning back now,\" she said with a smile. \"Your training begins now, with the blowjob.\"\n\nAs she made her way down to my cock, I suddenly had the feeling that I had made a mistake. Maybe I shouldn't have chosen these long months of training. I didn't know all that I'd have to go through. Should I have said no? Maybe I should have. But as I felt Emily's perfect lips wrap around my cock, I knew it was too late to change my mind now.\n\nEmily slurped on my cock, and her tongue swirled around it more times than I could count. It all felt better than anything I had ever felt before, and after a few minutes I exploded. My cum shot into Emily's mouth, and she swallowed it. Then I came again. And again. And again. I couldn't keep track of how many times I came as Emily just kept sucking my cock, but eventually she stopped.\n\n\"That's enough for tonight,\" she said. \"I don't want to torture you too much. I want you to like it after all. And this is only the first night.\"\n\n\"What do we do next?\" I asked.\n\n\"You'll be sleeping in bed with me every night,\" said Emily, \"And I'll have to suck your cock while you sleep so that the magic enters your dreams, because that's an important part of your training. And every day we'll be out and about together, and I'll tease your cock telekinetically. It will be nice and subtle for the first week, but I'll ramp up the teasing as the days go by, until eventually you'll have no choice but to cum in your pants during the day. Every day.\"\n\nI made a face.\n\n\"You agreed to this,\" she said. \"And I think you'll like it once you're used to it. We'll do lots of fun things in bed every night, and when your training is done, you'll finally get to fuck my tight pussy and cum deep inside it.\"\n\nShe gave me another kiss, \"I love you,\" she said.\n\nAs I lay down beside her, I felt the invisible hand stroking me again. I knew this would be hard, but I also knew it would be fun, and I knew that I had to go along with whatever Emily said.\n\nAfter all, she knew best now."
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"content": "“Fucking hell Alice!” said Simon as she stepped into the engineering department after class. Ally glared at him. Partially she glared to put herself at ease, Simon had been growing increasingly more attractive by the day. Ally knew he hadn’t changed and in reality she had but she wasn’t one to fault herself when others were available.\n\nSimon checked himself, dragging his eyes from her breasts overflowing out of the too small bra.\n\n“Ally… sorry, does it still fit?”\n\n“Tight squeeze but the vest should be fine provided they have settled.”\n\n“Can you give me a hand with this?”\n\nAlly climbed up onto the van to sit beside him, running a hand down into the cut open chassi to attack the cabling. She should have put a top on first, she was spilling out of the bra… worse still she was enjoying that he was distracted by it.\n\n“Chris is ready with the rig?” asked Ally to take her mind off Simon’s lustful glances.\n\n“Yeah, he is just picking up the thermal lances.”\n\n“Mr Thatcher bought it?”\n\n“Hook line and… agh fuck!” said Simon, pulling his arm free of the jagged metal.\n\n“Stop staring at my tits and you will have this done twice as fast.” said ally, shoulder deep while holding a cable for him.\n\n“Wasn’t your tit’s that time, your ass is fucking… merfect.” said Simon, sucking the swarf from his finger.\n\n“Once this is done we are good right? Just waiting on Toby with the remote receiver?”\n\n“Yup, Alex is on his way over with the guns now.”\n\n“Then lets fuck, I need your head in the game tomorrow.”\n\nSimon paused while Ally jiggled the cable for him.\n\n“Fucking with me like that's going to make this take longer.”\n\n“I’m not fucking with you, not yet anyway. You want it, I want it… let's do it and go in tomorrow with clear heads.”\n\nAlly felt the snap of the plug locking into place and started withdrawing her arm.\n\n“You know I’m not exactly a 10 right.” said Simon, a blush running over his cheeks amongst the metal dust. \n\n“Who is?” Asked ally as she dusted the brown crud off her hands.\n\n“You’ve looked in a mirror recently right? Girls like you don't fuck guys like me.”\n\n“This girl does, also with 20 million you can fuck whoever you want next week.”\n\n“Here, now?”\n\nAlly reached behind her back, unlocking the bra to finally feel relief. She rubbed the red marks on her sides, pressing her breasts together as the pain eased. She noticed the way Simon looked at her, a tingle running through her clit at the thrill, she smiled at him and continued despite already being free of the sting.\n\nSimon tugged off the black singlet to reveal the tiny burns and scars of the month’s welding and grinding. Fuck why hadn’t she thought of this sooner, she would have been so much more focussed during the planning phase.\n\nAlly arched her back up from the van’s roof to feel his chest against her breasts as she tugged at his belt, she gave in and ran the box cutter through the strap to release his pants. His hips pressed to hers… fucking hell kissing was amazing, she could understand why other girls went into the shit courses, who wants to grasp money with the claws in STEM when happiness was so freely available with a wink and smile.\n\nAlly got his pants down his hips enough, pulling her spandex underwear to the side to feel him hard against her soaking lips. She was supposed to use a condom even if she was on the pill right? … fuck it… who gives a shit when it feels this fucking good. Working around machines had paid off for Simon, his core strength overpowered her as he thrust his cock down into her.\n\n“Fucking hell Simon!” gasped Ally. Simon looked down to her with concern.\n\n“Don't fucking stop!” snapped ally, his thrusts so hard she felt like he had found her factory reset. Her mind falling away as her nails dug into his back. She didn’t know what he was doing, she only knew that tensing her legs around his back felt good, that everything felt good, hearing her gasps and moans like they came from someone else.\n\nAlly shook off the confusion and looked to Simon who was talking… to Chris and Alex. \n\n“Wha…. what the fuck was that?” asked Ally.\n\n“That… based on your sounds was an orgasm, pretty sure if the campus wasn’t empty we would have half the school here right now.” said Chris.\n\n“I want another one.” said Ally.\n\n“Don’t we all.”\n\n“Do we have time?” asked Ally, turning to see Chris’ face as Alex lit his cigarette with a blowtorch.\n\n“I think Simon is tuckered out.” said Chris, Ally’s hand running down to her thighs and feeling his cum over her waist. Simon sat up on the van roof, hanging his legs over the side to look down at Chris, she could see red lines over his back.\n\n“We… were getting rid of the tension.” said Simon between breaths.\n\n“Hell, I’m feeling tense.” said Alex around his cigarette.\n\n“Me too, let’s go, don’t want to be distracted tomorrow.” said Ally.\n\n\\-\n\nAlly pulled down the ski mask to shield her face and nodded.\n\nThe 6 of them burst into the bank. She was perfectly at ease, a new found calm as she fired 5 rounds into the ceiling.\n\nAlex took the thermal lance and unleashed a fiery hell as it blasted down its length into the vault door, molten metal pouring away like magma. Simon connected his controls through to the remote controlled van while Ally set up an automated turret to point at the front doors a simple pair of glocks clamped to a camera tripod on servos.\n\n“Full auto, any motherfuckers move and it pops you on it’s own!” shouted Ally to the civilians. She tossed the length of machined pipe toward the door, it popped and poured out a thick grey smoke."
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"content": "Blackberries were Lucy's favorite. With smack of her lips, she felt dressed to impressed with her makeup done right, her outfit on point, and her hair poppin'.\n\nLooking in the mirror, she had to gawk. Look at this fine ass woman with great hips and kissable lips. Very kissable lips in fact. Had they always been so plump?\n\nThey had to be, she was a goddess. With a quick kiss on the mirror, she left a cute purple lip print and giggled to herself.\n\nMan her lips were so full of life. Not that she thought about it, that wasn't the only thing. Were her hips somehow wider? More curvy? Was it a trick of the light? Whatever it was, Lucy was loving it.\n\nShe did a couple of struts just to show off to herself. As she walked, she was mesmerized by the sway of her hips, the slight bounce of her boobs, and the delightful tousle of her hair.\n\nThere was no denying she was hot.\n\nStriking a pose, she puffed out her chest. A flirty display of her breasts, there was something extra special about them today. A bit more tightness in her blouse. They were perkier perhaps.\n\nThen, a button popped, ricocheting off the mirror and disappearing into her room. And a second one, and a third. She was face to face with her beautiful naked titties as if she had never got dressed. And they had grown.\n\nThere was a ripping. Looking quickly at her behind, her leggings split up the side and across the cheeks, letting her plump ass hang out. Those too had increased in size. Not excessively, but enough to be surprised by.\n\nShe stood, clothes in tatters with her lovely bits hanging out. Honestly she should have been more scared, surprised, or even just alarmed. But only one thought went through her head, this is unbelievably hot.\n\nTearing the leggings off completely, she discarded them somewhere in her room. She shed the ruined blouse to the same fate and was left only in her now stretched out panties and busted bra. These found their way in the growing pile.\n\nAnd then, she just gawked. Look at this hot momma, she thought. Look at this sexy piece of ass.\n\nA few poses and twirls she needed to test it out. She produced a long pink dildo from god knows where. Licking it, deep throating it, she made sure it was nice prepped.\n\nSliding it across her now swollen pussy, she was so ready. It didn't take much coaxing before she was balls deep with this silicon cock. It sent shivers down her spine as it penetrated. Her whole body was electric.\n\nAnd so she began. As she stroked and stroked, her other hand found her nipple. It was the size of an apple with a nipple like a thumb. Even with the barest brushes of her fingers, delightful sparks jolted through her, and some of her milk leaked out.\n\nPulling her huge tit to her mouth, she licked and lapped at her sensitive nub. Her eyes rolled back and she could barely stay standing. All the while her dildo made progress exploring her cave of pleasure.\n\nFrom only a few minutes sucking and licking she now had a mouthful of her sweet breast milk. Drinking it down, she moaned into her breasts. It was so incredibly orgasmic.\n\nWith the combination of sucking her huge, electric tits, fucking herself with a dildo, and watching herself in her full length, it was amazing it all lasted so long.\n\nA few quick, strong strokes and her pussy was gushing like a fountain. Her nipples sprayed her milk all across the mirror, and she collapsed from the immaculate climax she reached.\n\nPanting, all she could do was smile. Smile at that hot piece of ass."
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"content": "Hayley is still unsure whether she's been blessed or cursed, getting stuck out on a ranch alone with Brandon.\n\nBrandon is a cowboy, and a rugged handsome one too. However, Brandon still has chores to do... feeding his horses and herd, inspecting the perimeter fence. Hayley almost drooled when she can see Brandon putting on the coat, his muscles flexing under the flannel shirts. But Hayley also knew that she's there only because Brandon owed his baby sister a favor, and one does NOT do sister's best friend. Except in romance novels.\n\nUnfortunately, there's no connectivity out there. Electricity went out days ago, and there is no signal for the phone, no Internet, and Hayley was bored out of her skull.\n\nSo she started to prank Brandon, often with a bit of a sexual tease. Like prance around in her undies, and act surprised and coquettish when he returned. He turned slightly red, but ignored her.\n\nHayley escalated by talking about her fantasies of bondage, and Brandon pretended to be deaf.\n\nHayley thought maybe she had gotten through one day when she played with the water controls and got him rinsed with ice water instead of hot water. There was a scream of surprise and a curse. Then he stormed in with just a towel around his waist, barely covering himself. There was something in his eyes, and she knew she's poking a dragon, but she can't help it.\n\nBut Brandon cooled off, and told her \"One day, you would have pushed me too far.\" Then he stormed off, leaving her admiring his firm buttocks and strongly muscled back...\n\nWhich only made Hayley even more determined to prank him harder.\n\nToday, she replaced his \"manly\" shampoo with her own feminine version.\n\nAnd here comes Brandon, hair wet, towel around his waist, and smelling distinctly... feminine.\n\nHayley giggled.\n\nBrandon's eyes flashed, and this time, she could almost feel the heat... or is that just heat from the hot shower?\n\nBrandon got very close, his hands on either side of her, as he leaned over her, forcing her back against the table, and leaning back... And she's mesmerized by the fire in his eyes.\n\n\"Hayley... remember what I said last time about pushing me?\"\n\n\"Uh... yes?\"\n\n\"Now you'll pay.\"\n\nBefore she realized what he meant, he picked her up in a fireman's carry and turned back toward the bathroom.\n\nShe hammered at his back, but he simply swatted at her behind. Then he pulled off her pajama bottom and swatted her behind again, eliciting a yelp. Somewhere along the way his towel fell off, and she's admiring his buttocks when she was abruptly put right side up again, then her PJ top was pulled up and inside out, so it bound her arms, which are straight up, and her head is covered!\n\nThen he stopped.\n\nFor a moment, she thought he would just pull it all off, but when she felt rope going outside the PJs and bound her arms together, she realized her dream may finally be coming true... Bondage where she had no idea what's coming...\n\n\"Brandon... I... I didn't know you're into this...\"\n\n\"I listened, Hay. I listened. And I studied. But first... You need to be punished for your transgressions.\"\n\nHe tied her wrists to the shower curtain rod, then turned her to face the wall, so her buttocks are facing him.\n\n\"We'll start with a whipping.\"\n\nHayley lost her breath. Whipping?! With a riding crop? WTF?!\n\nBefore she can object, a resounding snap landed on her butt cheek.\n\n\"Argh!\" That did sting, but not as much as she thought.\n\nThen came 7 more in rapid succession, and when it stopped, she realized that wasn't a riding crop at all. That's a wet towel!\n\nThen she was hit in the face with an icy water spray, that she immediately started shivering. But the water quickly turned back to warm. Then she was turned so her back is against the cool tiles.\n\n\"You really should use your own stuff...\" She heard Brandon growl...\n\nThen she felt something dribble down between her breasts. She didn't even notice her bra being removed... Then his big rough calloused hands massaged her breasts, paying special attention to the sensitive underside and her nipples, and she moaned in pleasure.\n\nHis hands then traveled down her body, massaging everywhere, followed by warm water from the hand sprayer. Past her belly to her nether region, then bypassed it to wash down her thighs. She grunted in frustration, and he simply chuckled.\n\nHe then teased her just to the edge of orgasm, but held her back, with his hands and the warm water spray, that her knees are turning weak and her mind has turned to jelly.\n\n\"Remember you teasing me? This is payback.\" Brandon whispered in her ear.\n\nShe can only pant in response.\n\nFinally, the water was turned off. Then there's a buzzing sound.\n\nThen a vibration touched her clit, and she went past the edge.\n\nWhen she came back to herself, she found herself in bed, under the covers, spooned by Brandon. Naked, of course. Brandon kissed her in the temple.\n\n\"You were out for a while. How are you feeling?\"\n\n\"Oh, that was... indescribable! I don't think I ever came that hard.\"\n\n\"Good, good.\"\n\n\"Wait, what was that at the end?\"\n\n\"Uh... that was my sister's electric toothbrush.\"\n\n\"Oh, my God... I will KILL YOU if you ever tell her about this!\""
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"content": "\"Owie!\" Kelli whimpered and frowned, her thick lips forming a truly impressive pout as she shook her blonde head in frustration. She held her right breast in both hands as it ached with throbbing pain. Her opponent Gwendolyn had thrown a perfectly cast fireball and struck her in the chest.\n\nIn Gwendolyn's defense, the blonde's massive tits were the two largest targets on the other sorceress. Bigger than her head and dominating her otherwise slim torso most people on campus assumed that Kelli had been cursed to have such massive mammaries, but the blonde always giggled and insisted her double J tits were all-natural fun-loving and \"ran in the family.\" No one believed the ditzy blonde but she never let that ruin her usually perky and fun loving mood.\n\n\"Defense!\" Lara Darkwind the instructor of Magical Dueling 103 insisted. \"You need to keep your wards up or Miss Moonspirit will destroy you, Kelli!\"\n\nLara had used Gwendolyn's proper name but was much more casual with Kelli. That was because all of the faculty found, much to their frustration, that Kelli had no idea who you were talking about if you called her Miss Lovebrook. They had finally just given up and all called her Kelli now.\n\n\"I'm trying!\" Kelli whined and stamped a perfectly smooth, stocking-clad long leg, her pink high heel clicking against the stone floor. A massive wave of energy flowed from the sound, lashing out at Gwendolyn and several of the students stupid enough to be laughing at the blonde. All of them were thrown several feet into the air and back a good twenty feet. Several of them couldn't fly that far back as the castle's sturdy stone walls interfered with their flight. The resulting cracks were painful to hear and were definitely not the stone giving way.\n\n\"Ooops!\" Kelli looked on the verge of tears, upset that she had hurt so many people. Lara was stunned, the blonde had no idea that the combat room was warded by some of the best defensive magic in the world. Collateral damage shouldn't even be possible!\n\n\"I'm sorry!\" The blonde whined and tears did form at the corners of her eyes. As if trying to soothe the bimbo and keep her from crying a wash of magic surged from Kelli again. This time, broken bones and bruised bodies knit back together. No one noticed but one freshman was even resurrected from the dead, a feat supposedly impossible for a single caster to accomplish alone, let alone a freshman at the University.\n\n\"No harm done...\" Lara said in amazement looking around. If Kelli detected the disbelief in her instructors she didn't register it. Instead, the beautiful busty blonde sniffed and wiped her tears as her vapid smile once again graced her thick lips. That was when a flash of light and a rapport of thunder echoed in the room. A massive surge of lighting struck Kelli in the ass as she had completely forgotten about her opponent.\n\n\"Oh gosh! That tickles!\" Kelli giggled and turned to face Gwendolyn. \"Oh! Hi Gwen, are we like still fighting?\"\n\nLara placed her face in her hands. Kelli had completely forgotten she was in a duel, and Gwendolyn had forgotten that Kelli's body, specifically the erogenous zones on the busty blonde, seemed almost immune to damage. Hell, Kelli probably said ouch to the blast in the tit from reflex alone. Miss Moonspirit was one of the most gifted attack mages she'd seen in years and that bolt should have put Kelli in the infirmary for a month, but the blonde was smiling and waving to Gwendolyn like it was the first time she saw her today.\n\n\"Enough, this is comical,\" Lara finally growled. \"A nice showing Miss Moonspirit, but your magic won't harm her, and I don't want hers accidentally flattening the castle.\"\n\n\"But Ms. Darkwind! I can take her!\" Gwendolyn growled in anger. \"I know I can! This stupid bimbo doesn't even have a clue how to use her power?\"\n\n\"Bimbo?\" Kelli looked hurt, she didn't like being called a bimbo. She didn't know why bimbo was a bad word. Someone had explained to her that a bimbo was a beautiful woman with big tits, sexy legs, thick lips, and a curvy ass and she definitely was all those things. So why did people say it like it was an insult? She glared angrily at Gwendolyn and a blast of energy surged out. If looks could kill, it was probably Kelli using her insanely powerful magic doing the looking.\n\nLara stepped between the two and Kelli's expression changed as if noticing her instructor for the first time. The blonde smiled cheerily and promptly forgot why she was fighting but Gwendolyn came up fists encased in fire.\n\n\"Enough!\" Lara commanded. \"Now you two girls kiss and make up!\"\n\n\"Okey dokey!\" Kelli said in a chipper voice. Blinking Lara realized what she had said and tried to motion for Kelli to stop but it was too late. The blonde pulled the dark-haired Gwendolyn into a tight embrace, crushing the other woman's small B cups against her massive chest as she kissed Gwendolyn deeply and passionately. The raven-haired girl struggled for a moment before submitting and kissing Kelli back with an even greater passion. Lara could feel the surge of magic that had passed from Kelli to Gwendolyn.\n\n\"I said make up! Not make out!\" Lara said in frustration. \"How many times have I told you not to molest the other students!\"\n\n\"I dunno, like three?\" Kelli answered, vastly undercounting the number as she parted from Gwendolyn's lips, the dark-haired girl suckling on the blonde's tongue until they separated enough. Gwendolyn panted and whimpered, pressing her body to Kelli's with lust-filled need. Her hands caressed the sides of Kelli's massive breasts adoringly even as her lips kissed and sucked at the skin of her cleavage and neck. Kelli giggled in response and glanced back at the suddenly affectionate girl.\n\nSighing deeply Lara wondered what she was going to do. Offensive magic that could rival or exceed the greatest Battlemage? Check. Defensive magic the likes of which the Wardens had never seen? Check. Charm magic that could overcome even well-warded mages and alter anyone's sexual orientation? Double-check. There seemed to be no magic that Kelli couldn't instantly master and excel at, as long as she didn't think about it.\n\n\"I said make up,\" Lara said weakly one more time. Kelli had gone back to kissing the adoring Gwendolyn whose hands had found their way into Kelli and her own robe respectively. A slick squelching sound told Lara this was about to devolve. They had tried treating others affected like this in the past, but nothing seemed to work to get them back to normal except one, sometimes several climaxes with Kelli.\n\n\"Makeup?\" Kelli sounded confused and Lara winced again. The blonde looked at Gwendolyn and giggled. \"Oh yeah, she does look pretty plain!\"\n\nSuddenly the one area of magic Kelli could consciously control asserted itself as Gwendolyn went from wearing her dark battle robe into an almost fetish wear schoolgirl outfit. Her makeup became bright and cheery instead of dark and brooding. Her lips glistened with gloss and her skin tanned to a healthy glow instead of the pale tone the girl usually had from hours in the library.\n\n\"Ugh, fine,\" Lara finally surrendered to the inevitable. \"Go take care of Miss Moonspirit in your room and try not to wake the dead, literally, with your cries of pleasure this time!\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am,\" Kelli said with a little pout, chastised and remembering the very horny ghosts that had infested the castle for months. \"Though, they were awfully nice undead.\"\n\n\"My vibrator is still haunted!\" Lara snapped back in frustration, finally losing her cool.\n\n\"Oh golly!\" Kelli giggled and smiled at her teacher. \"You can like totally use mine if you want! Or like you can join us?\"\n\nLara felt the surge of pleasure washing through her body, the heat, the need. Her wards were beyond reproach, no student should be able to... Lara giggled and looked at Kelli. The blonde was so pretty, and Gwen had pulled Kelli's tits out of her top and was suckling on a fat nipple like a starving woman. Lara turned and leaned down squeezing one of Kelli's tits in reverence. It was so big! It was so warm, and wonderful, this was what love felt like! Lara felt a shudder of pleasure as she came weakly just from playing with Kelli's amazing tits. She wondered how much she would scream when she finally got between her goddess's pretty thighs."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: No one ever saw the body the tentacles belonged to, but like clockwork they always made their way down the streets looking for prey each night | [
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"content": "[edit:] Ok, finished the whole story. turned out longer than expected! if you want more stories hit me up.[end edit]\n\nIt was most annoying in summer. Being held hostage in a hot house, the warm summer air stagnant and sticky. But going outside after curfew could be dangerous. First the smoky haze would sweep in. Like the haze from a nearby forest fire. Luckily the haze didn't scratch and choke the way real smoke did. It was more of a humid sticky wetness than a true fog. In the haze though, was danger. The rumors swirled, although Meenie had never experienced it herself. \n\nSome said it was a demon, a succubus - others said it was an octopus, a kraken. Either way one thing always was the same, story to story. The tentacles. \n\nIt was a languid Sunday afternoon. Meenie had mowed the lawn and weeded out the small garden behind her small cottage. Being a single woman in a small house suited her well. She liked the charm of her old little cottage despite the constant need for small fixes. She liked her small garden. This year, early in spring she found an antique wooden lounger. A cheap set of cushions, and it was perfect. \n\nShe grabbed a cold beer - she loved Coronas in the heat. It was cold and relaxing, but she didn't feel dehydrated or the need to switch up to a non alcoholic beverage no matter how many she drank. In the shade of her house, in the warm heat, she fell asleep on her new lounger. It was so deliciously warm, and her new lounger was so comfortable, add a few beers on top of that and she was very pleased to slip into a well deserved cat nap.\n\nShe woke up slowly. It was so much hotter than when she fell asleep. She languidly opened her eyes, worried for a moment she was in direct sun and burnt as a lobster. No, it wasn't sunburn - it was the haze.\n\nIn her sleepy eyes it felt so good to have the hot, wet motes swirling around her. She had been deliciously warm before, now she felt deliciously... Melted. She had no desire to move.\n\nSlowly, she closed her eyes again, sinking into the wet warm heat that surrounded her. She felt a cool breeze on her leg and languidly opened one eye. A tentacle was looming over her shin.\n\nHer eyes popped open and she sat up in a start. \"Oh no... This is bad.\" She thought as the large tentacle whipped at her sudden movement to wrap around her calf. She froze in terror and shock.\n\nThe tentacles was as thick around as her wrist and quickly wound around her lower leg. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, shocking as it was. The tentacles was soft and warm. She had imagined it would be cold and slimy, but it was more like a soft velvet as it began coiling around her leg. \n\nThe suckers on the tentacles were more octopus like that she expected - large hungry looking circles softly rubbed her calf. Before she realized she hadn't moved the tentacle had softly encircled her leg from knee to ankle. \n\nShe reached down to pull it off - the adrenaline starting to pump though her system, waking her up completely. As she tugged on the thick tentacle, another sneaked around and grabbed her other leg, beginning the same winding process. \n\nTruly in a panic now, Meenie was tugging both tentacles, trying to pull her legs out of their strong grip. As soft as they were, they were STRONG. She felt like she couldn't even budge them. As a last attempt she rolled off the lounger onto her lawn. She couldn't budge the thick strong coils. She could feel the hot, hungry circles sticking to her legs. She hit the lawn with a thud and managed to roll onto her stomach.\n\nIf she couldn't get the tentacles off her, maybe she could get to safety. She began trying to crawl to the back door. It was tantalizingly close. She began moving, but as soon as she made it three feet, WHOOSH. Her legs were pulled out from under her. Army crawl it is.\n\nShe made it another few feet, dragging herself along the freshly mowed lawn before she felt the next tentacle. She spun, looking behind her. A third tentacle had come out of the haze and was sliding along her back, following her spine. To her horror, it quickly ate up the distance. She swatted at it, but it was like wrestling with a metal pole. Despite it's soft moist velvety texture, it's central muscle was too powerful for her to even slow it's movements. \n\nMeenie screamed as it coiled around her throat. \"This is how I die.\" She thought sadly. The adrenaline that had been coursing through her seemed to shut off and she felt resigned to her fate. The tentacle coiled around her neck twice. She layed down, face into the grass, waiting for her fate. But the warm velvet collar didn't squeeze. It carefully encircled her throat and she felt the hot puckers pressing chickies into her delicate skin.\n\nAs she waited for death to come, more tentacles came from the haze. Soon she was laying facedown in the grass, completely spread eagle, her legs, wrists, and neck all completely under the tentacles' control. \n\nThen more started running under her clothes. It was almost pleasant she thought. Not as bad a way to die as others, certainly. Then the soft tentacles spasmed and she felt the clothes on her press deeply into her and tear. \n\nIt was painful to have her sports bra ripped from her, and when her panties were torn, they gave her a super labia wedgie before finally ripping. \n\nSo there she was. Naked, hot, wet, and held down by impossibly strong tentacles. \n\n**This is written on my pho e and taking longer than I thought - will come back and finish soon"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As it turns out, cowgirl milk does wonders for a girl's figure, which is lucky, considering how easy it is to get hooked on drinking it... | [
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"content": "\\*\\*Meeting Jasmine\\*\\* \\*This was written for my discord server\\* \n\n\nRachel had always been stick thin. No matter how much she ate, healthy food, meat, junkfood, cake - anything. It never seemed to put any “meat on her bones.” During her school years she had jealously watched all her friends and peers develop curves, breasts that juggled in their push up bras, and asses that filled their jeans. \n\nRachel was nearing her 21st birthday and was still basically flat. Her tiny nipples barely left the surface of her chest with tiny breasts that barely qualified as AA. She usually didn’t bother with a bra. With her oversized sweaters designed to add bulk to her thin frame, it’s not like anyone would see anyways. In the middle of winter with her nipples hard as rocks, it would be hard to see them poking through the thin camisoles she wore under her sweaters.\n\nShe had gone to a community college one town over, but returned to her rural farm town after achieving her AA degree. Unfortunately, her brothers loved to make jokes about their Itty bitty titty committee president sister getting a degree the same size as her breasts.\n\nShe had gotten a job as a receptionist and office manager for a local mechanic’s garage. The work wasn’t difficult, but there was a lot to do, so her days passed quickly in whirlwinds of appointment scheduling and sending documents to various insurance agencies.\n\nHer birthday was in March, and it was marked on the mechanics’ calendar featuring scantily clad monster girls in seductive poses. She had felt uncomfortable at first with all the pictures of pinups and nude women posing around various models of cars and motorcycles, but it simply became a white noise, easy to ignore the longer she worked there. \n\nJose paused by the front desk a week before her birthday. It was landing on a Sunday this year, which was good because that was the one day a week the shop was closed. Rachel also had wednesdays off, when the owner would handle the paperwork, but she knew he hated doing paperwork all day instead of fiddling with cars, so she hated taking days off when she didn’t have a good reason. \n\n“So, doing anything fun for your birthday?” Jose asked. “It’s your 21st right? Are your brothers taking you to the Touchdown? Or are you doing something else?” The Touchdown was one of two bars in town, and it was definitely cleaner and less rowdy than the Tipped Cow.\n\n“Oh, Um, well, I think Abel is taking me to the Touchdown, but Mark is threatening to drag me to the Cow once I’m drunk.” Rachel screwed her face up. Her two brothers were a rowdy bunch, and she knew they preferred the Tipped Cow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The monsters needed a new mistress after you had defeated theirs. Obediently, they surrounded you, begging for you to assert your dominance. | [
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"content": "From the minotaurs to the nagas, from lamias to slime girls, they all lay themselves prostrate at my feet.\n\n\"Please, we need guidance,\" one hissed.\n\n\"We've never been without a mistress,\" another gurgled.\n\n\"You must assume control,\" another growled.\n\nThey crawled towards me, eager, anxious, desperate, for me. A few even got close enough to touch me, though I stifled my instinct to pull away.\n\n\"Mistress, mistress, mistress...\" a chant started.\n\nI sigh. \"Very well. If it's control you require, then it's control I will provide. I accept you as my subordinates. It'd be best if you kept me... satisfied.\"\n\nMonstrous cheering erupted from the collected menagerie, and I was swiftly carried along back to my new chambers.\n\nWeeks later, the castle has been restored to its former glory. Many of the living spaces have been renovated and moral is sky high.\n\nThe depressive state their previous Dark Lady left them with had since lifted, and more than once my new underlings were beyond ecstatic to follow my every command.\n\nIt was at this point I found myself reflecting on my life choice amidst the remnants of marathon orgy.\n\nI was reclined against the soft fur of a well endowed lamia, with a sleeping lime green slime girl partially engulfing me. The light rhythmic pulsing of her cytoplasm thrummed against my sensitive areas as well as deep inside me. She was warm and soft and lime scented. Scattered all around me were several of my trusted general asleep in various carnal positions. Most had been going so long that they collapsed from exhaustion mid stroke.\n\nAlas, I had too much important work to do as the new Dark Lady.\n\nGently pushing on the lovely girl wrapped around me, she slowly slurped up inside of me, causing my belly to balloon out like an overfilled wine skin. Her rhythmic thumping didn't stop and neither did she wake. Delicious.\n\nDonning my favorite sheer robe and best high heels, set to work expanding my queendom."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She started to undress for bed, almost as if she were daring him to watch, before she said something surprising, "Neither of us is going to be comfortable on that couch, so we might as well get comfortable in bed together..." | [
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"content": "Marek set the burner low and placed his kettle on the stove, he pulled the beanie down to the edge of his ears and blew into his hands before holding them above the kettle to warm up. The cramped kitchen was well stocked, preserves of every kind but little in the way of fresh food. He took down the tin of powdered milk and started putting together a cup of tea.\r \n\\*thunk thunk thunk\\*\r \nMarek eyed the winding staircase that sat against the wall of the circular room. One of the storm shutters must have been shaken loose in the all morning storm. Marek turned off the gas and walked his way down the stairs as 3 thunks sounded again. The storm shutters were closed down here and the only light came through slits between the boards or the glow from upstairs.\r \n\\*thunk thunk thunk\\* sounded at the door before him.\r \nThere had been no boat’s on the radio. Marek positioned his feet and opened the door to be hit with the sea spray and a flash of color. He struggled against the door as the wind began to howl louder and louder as it gained momentum.\r \n\\*thud\\*\r \nIt was closed and the thick board fell into place sealing it. Marek shook the sea spray off himself and saw a woman huddled up on the stairs.\r \n“Th-thankyou…” she said through chattering teeth.\r \n“Uh… hello… What are you doing here?”\r \n“C-cold, do you have… warm, dry.” she said, hugging herself tightly.\r \nMarek shook his head, the 3 months had done a number on his social skills. He pulled off his beanie and gloves followed by his jacket. The girl pulled them onto her head and hands, standing as he brought the jacket around her, she pressed her ice cold body against his chest.\r \n“I… h-hate the water!” she said into his shoulder through chattering teeth.\r \n“Well you came to the wrong place.” said Marek.\r \n\\-\r \nMarek tousled his hair dry with a towel as the shower sounded downstairs, he eyed the bundle of clothes he had bought up and changed into them. He cast a glance at the stairs but his questions could wait until she was not… well… naked, cold and vulnerable.\r \nHe climbed the stairs turning the kettle back on and continued to rise, each room getting narrower until he reached the top.\r \nThe light was burning fine, Marek gave the pressure gage two quick taps and opened the trapdoor to see it was spinning fine. The blinding light filling the room for a moment through the crack. Marek nodded to himself and made his way down, he looked at his cup of tea and took a second mug off a hook above the stove.\r \n\\-\r \n“Nezu…”\r \n“-mimi, nezumimi”\r \n“Nezumimi…”\r \n“It’s ok, my name is Sophie or Soph, it’s easier to say.”\r \n“Marek, that explains the ears, how did you get here?” he asked, taking a fresh towel to exchange it for the damp one so she could finish drying her ears.\r \n“I was a stowaway so they kicked me off.”\r \n“Ah… well, I can radio a ship to come get you but it will be a while. In the meantime keep warm, I have plenty of rations but you will burn through them if you're not properly rugged up. I'd rather you borrow my beanies then eat all my cereal.”\r \nSoph nodded, her hands balled into fists between her thighs where she held down the front of his oversized shirt that she wore. She sat cross legged on the kitchen chair rather than in it.\r \n“There isn’t much to do I’m afraid, a few books, I’ll show you the light later, you can talk to some boats on the radio.”\r \nMarek took her mug and brought it to the sink, using the salt water tap to clean them.\r \n“And I can talk to you, I’m sure you have lots of stories.”\r \n“A few with happy endings.”\r \n“I hope I’m one of them.”\r \nMarek smiled at her, the sunlight growing a little warmer as the clouds began to clear.\r \n\\-\r \n“Ok now, tap the gauge twice.”\r \nSoph tapped it. “16”\r \n“That’s good, 18 or 10 is bad. Now feel the metal, is it hot?”\r \n“Warm.”\r \n“And the light is turning?”\r \n“Uh…” Soph fiddled with the latch and raised her head through the trapdoor, squinting until she turned bright white for a moment before the door snapped shut.\r \n“It’s… a big red spot.” she said with a smile, blinking a few times.\r \nMarek took her hand and led her down a floor to the bedroom. He released her hand but she held onto it.\r \n“You’re stuffed from your swim, you can take it tonight.” said Marek, nodding to the bed.\r \n“You’re not sleeping on the couch are you?”\r \n“It’s a nice couch, shakes things up.”\r \nSoph slipped his oversized jumper over her head, the shirt lifting to reveal her midriff as she struggled with the overly long sleeves. \r \n“You said if you’re cold you will eat all the food so don't be silly.”\r \nShe walked to the bed, untying the knot around her waist. Marek turned away, seeing her shadow play against the sheets as she slipped out of the pants and top, the outline of her waist, her nipples going hard against the cold, she stood like that for a moment and he felt the hairs rising on his neck. He slipped out of his pants as she climbed between the sheets.\r \n“Jesus it’s cold, quick, I’m not going to use up all my body head warming up the bed so you can steal it all.” she said through chattering teeth.\r \nMarek slipped off his shirt and pulled back the sheets, the side of her body showing with the strip of white over her hip of underwear. \r \nMarek climbed into the crisp cold sheets. Her hot skin pressed against him, she slinked closer, enjoying the warmth and increasing the amount of skin contact with his side. Marek lifted his arm to see her burrowing down into his sheets. She took it as an invitation and climbed into his side with her head on his shoulder. He was keenly aware of her breasts upon his chest.\r \n“This bed must suck to get into by yourself.”\r \nIt had been 3 months.\r \n“Very much so.”\r \n“You need a hot water bottle…”\r \nMarek snorted, bouncing her on his chest. She slid her leg over his, her hand moving over his chest. “...or a Nezumimi.”\r \nMarek looked down to see her smirk before her cheeks blushed and she tucked her face from his view. Marek reached over and turned off the lamp, relaxing his hand down onto her shoulders and pulling the blankets up to the nape of her neck.\r \nHer body relaxed into his as the sound of her breathing slowed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A lab accident exposed her to bovine hormones. At first she was upset about the breast growth and lactation, but now she's slowly getting hooked on giving milk... | [
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"content": "Cleo rolled onto her back groaning in irritation. The sun had barely come up but her new morning companion, the ache of full breasts woke her once again. That was the worst part of it all really, not being able to sleep in. She reached down and gave a breast a squeeze causing a fountain of milk to spray up into the air.\n\n\nThe milkman would be by soon enough for the first of her twice-daily milkings. He got to keep in the milk and in return she got milked and ridden just the way she needed. The $200 a day was a great bonus too. What did he do with the milk she briefly wondered as she got up to use the bathroom. He always dips a finger in to taste test it so either he’s keeping it for himself or he’s giving it to someone. In reality, it was probably all going to the lab where she first got exposed. But oh how she loved to daydream about someone sucking her milk through a straw, or even straight from the source.\n\n\nAs the fantasies continued to play out in her head she reached a hand down to play with herself. She ran her fingers over her clit slowly while her other hand crept up to her breast. “Don’t squeeze Cleo. Your milkman will be here to milk you soon.” She actually had to say the words out loud to stop herself. \n\n\nThen, as if he had been waiting, the doorbell rang. Cleo leaped up in excitement and hurried to the door. Answering it completely naked just as she had been every morning for the last few weeks. Her milkman grinned widely, as he took in the view. “Good morning Miss Cleo, it’s time for your milking.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Reverse Cucking - Your girlfriend brings home a massive, extremely muscular dude, but unbeknownst to him she doesn't plan on having sex with him. He watches dumbfounded as you go to town on the girl he thought was going to cuck you for him. | [
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"content": "I was fucking exhausted. An entire week of endless spreadsheets, financial reports, e-mails, and TPS reports had left me totally drained. At least working at a Big Four accounting firm paid the bills. \n\nIt was 8:30 pm on a Friday and as I pushed open the front door of my apartment I was greeted by the sound of a deep, masculine voice from the kitchen followed by my girlfriend's distinctive, high-pitched laughter. \n\n\"So then I told him. You're gonna need a bigger truck, bro...\"\n\nThere was a slight squeal of laughter from my girlfriend. Only I could recognize that mocking, placating laugh of hers by its tone. As I rounded the corner into the kitchen she was seated next to him at the kitchen table, their chairs were pulled right up next to each other and she was gently stroking his forearm with her fingers. A fantastic home cooked meal, clearly prepared by my girlfriend, was laid out on the table and had already been almost completely eaten by the two of them. \n\n\"Oh.. Hey man...\" The guy grunted, his voice deliberately lowering an octave as I entered the room. Probably some habit he had formed to assert dominance. A cocky smirk spread his lips that he clearly only barely tried to hold back. This guy was tall as fuck and built like a bull. I wondered if was a linebacker or something in college. His very short blonde hair was almost a buzz cut. He was probably almost six-and-a-half feet tall, and he towered over my petite girlfriend. His arms were thick pythons of bulging muscle. He looked like he practically lived at the gym. He was also wearing workout clothes. A form fitting under armor shirt that hugged his bulging muscles and loose, long basketball shorts. \n\n\"Hey Ted,\" My girlfriend said to me. \"This is Mark. He's my new personal trainer at the gym...\" She said slyly, pursing her lips just slightly. \"Honey,\" she said to me. \"I was just telling Mark that I felt like I just needed a real man tonight. I'm glad your home.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" the giant piece of man meat grunted in agreement. \"I was just working with Katie this afternoon. You know. Loosening her up. Working on getting her nice and fit. You know squats and the whole she-bang. She's got a lot of natural assets. But after some work she and I are going to make some gainsssss...\" He emphasized the last word as he reached his enormous arm around Katie's back and rubbed her far shoulder possessively. \n\n\"Yeah...\" Katie nodded. \"What do you think about that Ted?\" She asked in a slightly teasing tone as she leaned back into Mark's massive shoulder.\n\nKatie was way out of my league. My 5'4 blonde, bombshell of a girlfriend was drop dead gorgeous. Like face of a movie star, body of a bikini model, all natural tits of an Instagram star, and ass of a kickboxer. She was currently wearing tight, yellow spandex shorts that went only a quarter of the way down her tone thighs, and a loose, white tank top. She was clearly wearing no bra. I was a nerdy accountant, skinny as a twig, dressed in a white button down, slacks, and glasses. I could have been wearing a pocket protector and it would have barely made me look nerdier. I sighed as she asked the question and set down my shoulder bag. \n\n\"I think that's great babe.\" I said casually as I poured myself a glass of water and walked towards them by the kitchen table, sipping it as I went. \n\n\"Do you mind if he...\" Katie emphasized every syllable, her tongue almost falling out her mouth as she did so. \"...stayed a little longer this evening?\" Her hand now fallen to Mark's thigh \n\nI glanced casually at the watch on my wrist. I was pretty beat. I didn't know if I had the energy. \"Yeah... I guess...\" I said with a little hesitation. \n\nMark, of course, grinned stupidly. Pulling Katie slightly closer to him. Katie grinned and look sideways at him. \"Alright Mark..., how about you pull those shorts off and let me see what you got...?\" \n\nMark was practically grinning from ear to ear as he stood up and pulled swiftly down on his basketball shorts, bringing black boxer briefs along with them. He was rock hard and a pretty average, but rather thick, cock bounced free, quivering in the air in front of my girlfriend. \"There ya go sweetheart...\"\n\n\"Very nice...\" There was the placating tone only I could recognize. After taking a moment to size up our guest, Katie got up and walked around the table towards me as I finished my glass of water and set it down on the table. We shared a simple, romantic, but rather unpassionate kiss as her fingers worked my belt, zipper and let my slacks fall to the floor. The belt buckle making a small clatter. \n\nMark stifled a chuckle at my tighty-whities, and probably the barely noticeable bulge in the middle of them, a bulge that Katie immediately began to caress lovingly as we kissed a second time. \n\n\"Nice underpants dingus...\" Mark guffawed as he started to walk around the table towards us, although he stayed a few feet away. \n\nKatie kissed me again as her delicate fingers felt the elastic band of my briefs. After our fourth brief kiss, she pulled them slowly down my skinny thighs. Mark didn't even try to stifle his laugh this time and his deep voice echoed around and out of my apartment. My soft dick, probably barely two inches, if that, was cradled in Katie's palm as Mark's throbbing man meat, easily 5.5 inches and thick pulsed in the air a few feet away. \n\n\"Bro...\" he said slowly. \"I'm sorry...\"\n\nI ignored out guest and reached down to caress my girlfriend's cheek, leaning down to return her kisses more fervently. As we kissed again and again, she started to stroke my short shaft with just two fingers. My hand ran down the smooth side of her stomach and a moment later her tank top had disappeared over her head. Those two perfect orbs of flesh, huge, and impossibly perky, were bared to the world. I glanced over at Mark to see his eyes wide. \"Ever seen tits before, Mark?\" I teased him now for the first time, reaching a hand down to cup my girlfriend's left breast, I leaned down and raised her nipple to my lips for something between a kiss and a suck. A faint, \"Ahh..\" escaped her own lips. Mark was speechless for a moment before his bravado returned. \"Man I can't wait to bury my face in those knockers...\" He said, still wide eyed.\n\nKatie had unbuttoned my shirt with one hand and her other hand loving fondled my less than impressive manhood. But as she stroked. And as I groped her beautiful breasts, I slowly started to grow and harden. Katie and I fell into our longest and deepest kiss yet. Our eyes closed, she pushed my button down shirt off over my shoulders. My dick grew slowly in her hand. Eventually it was three, almost four inches, when Katie sunk to her knees in front of me, with her big blue eyes fixed up into mine. She took the whole four inches of my semi-hard cock right into her throat.\n\nShe bobbed and rolled her head slowly. Sucked and rolled her tongue artfully around my shaft. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and embraced the pure pleasure of her talented tongue. \n\n\"Ughh... yeah Katie, right there...\" She sucked and sucked, bobbing gradually faster and faster. As she did I could feel my cock continue to harden and grow more and more inside her mouth and throat. Eventually she was pulling it slightly out of her mouth as she moved back and forth, up and down on its length. As some of my manhood escaped her vice-like lips, the increase in girth was immediately apparent. My previously soft penis had been pencil like in dimensions, even considering its minimal length. As part of the base became visible amid Katie's amorous lapping, it was a much more respectable thickness, more akin to a sharpie or heavy marker. \n\nKatie bobbed faster and faster up and down my member. Her eyes occasionally moved from mine to close, allowing her mind to focus on the matter at hand, and at mouth... As her ravenous pace increased, I could deal she had been imagining this all evening while entertaining her male guest."
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"content": "On the morning of his eighteenth nameday Will Edgemont, Lord Paramount of Edgemont, freed his only elf slave. Or more accurately, tried to.\n\n“No, Master,” Ythri said as she refilled his cup. “You can’t make me.”\n\nWill sighed in his seat. Ythri was well-read on the matter as was her wont. He could force her to do many things but his tiny city-state was more progressive than most of the human kingdoms. Not to the point of abolition, of course; elf slaves with their skills accumulated over long lives were too valuable to the estates (and especially beds) of the Edgemont House of Lords for the movement to ever gain traction. But activists had successfully lobbied for certain rights a century ago: room and board, respite from work or punishment deemed excessive for their state of health, and one copper a week as allowance. The cruelest masters had found a loophole, “freeing” slaves to starve on the streets when too old or sickly to be worth the upkeep.\n\nHenceforth, no owner could legally release a slave without their consent. The irony was not lost on Will in the slightest.\n\n“You don’t need to take care of me anymore,” he said. “Don’t you want to travel the world? See your homeland in person instead of pictures in books?”\n\n“Traveling is too dangerous.” Ythri touched his shoulder. “Might end up property of fat old pervert.”\n\nWill laughed and playfully swatted her soft hand off his arm. He supposed she had a point there. Freed elves were fair game in most of the barbaric human realm, and after centuries of conquest that realm now spanned the lion’s share of the continent. For all their long lives and wisdom the noble-to-a-fault fae queens were no match for mankind’s warfare, greed and political cunning.\n\nUnguarded, Ythri’s freedom would not last a day outside Edgemont. She was beautiful even for her kind. Enchanting eyes the color of rubies, flawless milky skin that refused to blemish under any amount of sun, soft pink lips that could light the world on fire in one smile. Will often wondered just how much illegitimate human blood filled her veins. His father had bought Ythri from a kingdom nearby where she’d presumably been born. Her ears were too long and pointed for a proper halfling or even the daughter of one but her features were ever so slightly gentler at the cheeks and chin than the nearly triangular faces of full elves, her silver hair tinged with blonde in the right light. And of course, upon adolescence he’d been able to appreciate her breasts and hips fuller than those of even many human women.\n\nThey’d featured heavily in his earliest fantasies, his first forays into pleasuring himself. Still did, if he were to be completely honest.\n\n“Master?”\n\nWill looked up from his paperwork and spat out his water. “What are you wearing?”\n\nWhile he’d been distracted Ythri had let her hair down and slipped out of the baggy brown frock she normally donned while cleaning his rooms. Beneath it was an outfit not among the dozens he had bought her over the years. Will knew that for a fact because his own breeches had never felt so tight.\n\nThe dark bodice she bared was a maidservant’s outfit in name only, more outrageous than anything he’d seen on even the most shameless bar wench. Ythri’s ample breasts strained against the tight leather, bared to the white undergarment by the window of laces holding the whole construct together. It reminded him suspiciously of the “house-elf” costumes he’d noticed inspecting firsthand a nearby slave brothel he’d been itching to shut down, meant to cater to the often violent fantasies of clients who could not afford a bedwarmer of their own.\n\n“Do you like?” she asked with a knowing smile.\n\nHe could only gape and nod. Ythri smiled at his approval and crossed to the other side of his desk in one long stride. Before she could sit in his lap though, as aroused as he was, Will knew he had to push her away. Her teasing had only grown bolder in the weeks leading to his nameday, from lingering touches to flashes of creamy skin to now this. Part of that could have been attraction, he supposed. With his shaggy brown hair and lean frame sharpened by years in the training yard, most women seemed to find him handsome. Including the elven ones who couldn’t care less about his titles and lands.\n\nBut Will knew the true catalyst to her actions. He had done a poor job masking his own desire for her as he’d grown from boy to man and Ythri was nothing if not eager to please. She was not his bedslave, or a slave at all in his heart. She’d cared for him after his parents had succumbed to the plague and left him a Lord at the age of ten. More of a surrogate sister than a mother figure, despite being older than his actual mother in human years. She’d arrived at the Edgemont estate a young adult and seemingly hadn’t aged a day throughout his entire adolescence. He’d calculated that within a decade or so they would be at the same point in their relative lifespans, and from there on she would have to watch him grow old.\n\nHe’d resolved long ago to let her go before she spent the rest of her century of youth taking care of him. She’d already lost enough of her life to that.\n\n“Master?”\n\n“We shouldn’t do this,” Will made himself say. The way Ythri flinched hurt him but he pressed on for her sake. “I know what you meant to give me today but you don’t need to make me happy anymore. There’s nothing stopping you from being free now. Look, I’ll smuggle you home myself if I have to-”\n\nWill’s next words were swallowed. By Ythri.\n\nThe sudden feeling of her lips on his stunned him. It was a chaste kiss that ended the very next second, but the lingering sensation made his pulse race.\n\n“Why?”\n\n“Dumb Master,” she huffed. “This is home. Wherever you are.”\n\nHe moved to speak. She shushed him again with a finger to his lips.\n\n“I love you, Will.”\n\nHis heart all but stopped.\n\nWill.\n\nIt was the first time she had ever said his name. Ythri was a bad liar even for an elf, and he had never heard her more honest or vulnerable. He stared right into the wide pupils of her mesmerizing red eyes to find them wet with tears. Fearful. Not of him, but of rejection. She wanted him.\n\nYthri, his beautiful Ythri, wanted him more than anything in the world.\n\nWhat little self-control Will had left burst knowing that. He drank in the sight of her flushed face and heaving bosom, and stood to take her in his arms. She was tall for an elf but he’d overtaken her in his second growth spurt and now towered over her, which meant he had to lean over to access her lips. His heart soared with joy as he kissed her. This time he held nothing back and plundered her wet mouth with his tongue, tasting the same unusually bitter herbal tea from his cup. She kissed back fiercely. Too fiercely.\n\nHe pulled away with a hiss and licked at the tang of metal. Sure enough, she’d broken skin with those sharp elven canines.\n\n“Sorry, Master,” Ythri giggled in a tone that was anything but. “Had to.”\n\nWill watched in utter confusion as she slid a teasing finger across his lips, unfolded a square of parchment tucked into her bodice, pressed the collected drops of blood onto the sheet and handed it over. It was a contract almost identical to the one he’d bought in order to free her, or the one he’d found in his father’s desk that by some old magic bound Ythri to him and prevented her from attempting to run away or hurt him. He’d burned the latter and ordered her to try and hit him. No luck.\n\n“Change of profession,” he read aloud. “Housekeeping to…sexual service?!?”\n\nYthri flushed a shade of pink and nodded. “Yes, Master.”\n\n“This is not what I meant by easing your load.” Will felt his cock twitch at the thought of what her new workload would entail. “You want to be my bedslave?”\n\nHer ears were red all the way from tip to root now, but she pressed a quill into his hand so ardently he could only infer the idea aroused her even more than it did him. One quick scrawl of his name in his own blood and Ythri visibly shivered. The Edgemont crest branded on her shoulder that marked her as his property glowed. Old magic, Will knew. Like any other pureblooded human he was about as sensitive to it as a blind man to color.\n\nBefore he could even ask if the contract was truly complete Ythri began to undress. He stopped her, a brilliant idea forming in his mind.\n\n“What do good bedslaves always ask?”\n\nA second passed before a knowing smile dawned on her face. He’d rarely make her ask for permission for anything; they were master and slave in the eyes of Edgemont law only.\n\n“Can I please strip for you, Master?”\n\n“No,” he whispered forcefully in her ear. “I want to unwrap my present myself.”\n\nThe excited shudder that ran down her body made Will’s blood boil. He was right; she enjoyed fulfilling their nominal roles in this way. Even fantasized about it, given how thoroughly she’d planned this in advance.\n\nHe unlaced her bodice string by string, back to front. When the leather contraption fell away her luscious breasts sprang free with a bounce and he felt himself grow even harder. All Ythri was left in was a sheer white shift that clung to every curve of her supple form and teased at the treasures beneath. He’d been teased too long. Weeks too long. He ordered her to lift her arms for him, and pulled the garment right off her.\n\nParadise. He’d died and found paradise.\n\nYthri’s blush ran all the way down her elegant neck to her collarbone. Beyond that, the milky expanse of her he’d only ever caught glimpses of was bared in full for his delight. Her breasts were perfect orbs tipped in rosy buds, her creamy navel divided by one soft line down the middle earned from her years of yardwork. Her thighs looked lush and firm, perfect for gripping or riding. And the little patch of silver hairs between them barely concealed the pink slit behind."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Now that you mention it, I haven’t ever done THAT before… | [
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"content": "\"Really? Never?\"\n\n\"Nope.\" Kayla blushed hard. She looked down at the semen turning cold on her hand. \"Was it bad?\"\n\n\"I mean at first? Terrible. But you took instructions well, and... Well, you got your reward. But, I mean, how old *are* you?\"\n\nKayla was still burning red. \"I'm 30.\"\n\n\"And you didn't have boyfriends in highschool?\"\n\n\"I didn't even go to highschool.\" Kayla was blushing really hard. \"I was raised in a religion... I see people online calling it a cult? But it's... We didn't really interact a whole lot with people on the outside, and sex isn't something they teach the kids. Anyway, the whole thing is based on self deprivation and living completely isolated until you hear God. I got out a year ago, so...\"\n\n\"Well, that explains why you were willing to give me a hand job over the outcome of a videogame. Look, I... Thought I was being playful, making a joke, but then you offered to pay up and... I thought that you knew what this was and where it'd be going. It didn't occur to me that I might be taking adv-\"\n\n\"Dude, I knew what a handjob was. I've been masturbating most of my life at this point. I have the internet. I wanted to give you the handjob.\" Kayla was still watching the cum cool and dry on her hand.\n\nThe middle aged, long haired, bearded man leaned back in his chair. He was wearing a black shirt with the word \"CLUTCH\" written on it in yellow and red writing, blue jeans, and ankle boots. He was going to leave, but that was interesting.\n\n\"I mean,\" Kayla continued, \"if anything I should be the one apologizing. Isn't your wife going to be pissed? I mean, I asked you if you wanted to come over to play videogames, but...\"\n\n\"But someone suggested sex and a lonely girl with little life experience them up on it?\"\n\n\"No... I was hoping that you'd... You're the only one whose been... You came and talked and... You don't look like... And...\" Kayla was crying heavily and all her words were between sobs. She was still sitting on the floor. Still holding up her hand with now dried cum on it. He got out of his seat and kneeled down and put his arm around her.\n\n\"Hey, even if my wife was the type to get mad about this -and she's not she's going to find it... *Interesting*- there's nothing wrong with what you did. Can... Can we wash The cum off your hand, I know you're a little fascinated, but...\"\n\nKayla's tears turned to some light laughter, even she knew that was poor form. She got up and washed her hands, and Alan stood up and appraised this woman in a new light. The frumpy don't give a fuck types usually indicate either women who're experienced enough to know they don't need to give that much of a fuck or the sexually repressed but dying to rebel. They usually weren't ex-cultists with zero sexual experience.\n\n\"So how do you know your wife won't be mad?\" Kayla asked while giving her hand a scrub.\n\n\"It excites her to know I'm good at sex and attractive, and she likes to share that. And usually there's communities like that that let people share each other's spouses, but I'm not interested in sharing her with other men, so... This is how we do it.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Kayla said. \"So we can do this again?\"\n\nAlan's eyes lit up and she knew she said something funny, so started up fast. \"Not this again exactly! Something different, but some sex stuff, things... However you say it?\"\n\nAlan say and thought for a second, then said, \"it would be phenomenally cruel and stupid of me to let a completely inexperienced lady run amok in the world we live with where her only sexual understanding of the world is coming from the fucking internet. So hard yes, but only if we do this in a teaching format.\"\n\n\"Okay. When can you give me a lesson?\"\n\n\"How about next week, same time?\"\n\n\"Sure.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I want you to go out with me" she said, looking nervous. This would have been cute, if it wasn't for the fact she is the feared dictator of an oppressive empire currently taking over the world, whereas you are just a random citizen of the empire trying to live your life. | [
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"content": "She was an asian woman, about 6'8\" with a semi-masculine athletic figure that didn't diminish any of her feminine charm, with her black hair in a ponytail. She had no facial features. at all. because she was wearing a mask at the time of the broadcast which is starting in 3...2...1 \"People of the world, you will submit to the power of the East Asia Empire. We now control every continent on Earth except for Africa because It's not a big deal to us, South America, because it's not really a threat at this point, and... can we start over?\"\n\n​\n\n\"People of the world, you will submit to the power of the East Asia Empire. We now control every continent on Earth except for Africa, South America, and North America. Your assassination attempts have-\" A bullet hits her mask right between the eyes and flattens into a pancake and the attacker is met with immediate retaliation in the form of a mob-style asskicking by her bodyguards.\n\n​\n\nShe casually tosses off her mask and starts walking toward her bedroom, \"Fuck it. I'm tired. We'll do it tomorrow.\" When She arrives, she immediately goes to her PC and powers it up, Put's on her headset, and connects to Discord and calls her childhood friend to see if he wants to play Starcraft. They grew up together near an army base in south korea, and the soldiers often mocked him for looking too much like a girl. Nowadays while he does have certain feminine features about him he is very obviously a man. Her one regret was that they never entered into a relationship together. She could never seem to build up the courage, but now that she was leading the most powerful nation in the world, she had a newfound confidence.\n\n​\n\nThe game was short as it often was with her being the victor. \"Kasumi, you know I like playing starcraft with you, but sometimes it would be nice to just play a co-op game or an mmorpg, or something where we can be on the same team taking on other players\"\n\n​\n\n\"Well there was something I was really hoping you would go co-op mode with me on, but I'm afraid It's local multiplayer only.\" Kasumi replied.\n\n​\n\n\"I have been meaning to go on vacation. Why not, with the world practically coming to an end. I'll come to you of course, where are you living nowadays? I know you said your job requires you to move quite a bit.\"\n\nKasumi couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but she was certain everything would be better once he got here. \"I'm actually staying in our hometown at the moment\".\n\n​\n\n\"Isn't that right at the heart of the East Asia Empire? It would be a bit dangerous for an american to essentially go beyond enemy lines almost to the source, would it not? How did you end up there anyways?\"\n\n​\n\nKasumi nervously replied \"I was just feeling a bit homesick. I know I'm asking a lot, but your a member of the press right? The East Asia Empire has proven time and time again that they have no desire to bring harm to members of the press.\"\n\n​\n\n\"I guess so. It would be a good opportunity to get a closer perspective on things, at the end of my vacation of course. While we're spending time together, I'm mostly hoping to just take it easy and do whatever. Maybe visit some familiar places around town.\"\n\n​\n\nThey went on to discuss the details surrounding his visit and Kasumi tried her best to contain her enthusiasm. \"Alright, I'll see you when you get here! goodnight Taylor!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (incest) Once a year, an annual mating season affects all humans. It causes certain body parts to grow, and makes it so everyone is so unbelievably horny that they MUST fuck. Even if it’s family. This mating season, you accidentally got trapped with your sisters and mom. | [
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"content": "Day 0 - 11:56 AM\n\nI looked in dismay at the family hover. I cursed as I saw that the engine compartment had been forced open and it looked like several important components, including the fission cell were missing. On this day? Of all days? FUCK!\n\nP8X-196 was a habitable planet discovered during the early colonial period of Earth's expansion into the stars. A colony ship was sent almost immediately as the planet appeared perfect. However, after almost two decades the mistake was finally revealed. The planet, soon to be nicknamed Ishtar after an ancient earth goddess of fertility passed through a radiation belt once a year. Originally assumed harmless, the side effects began to compound. After two decades of exposure to the \"benign\" radiation, we realized it did have an effect on humans.\n\nWe had noticed the effect in the local fauna, during one month of the planet's fourteen-month cycle all the wildlife entered a fierce mating cycle. Unknown to us, the radiation was the cause. Now, with the radiation saturating our bodies and reacting strangely to our hormones humanity experienced its first mating season. It was a mess that first year.\n\nHumanity was totally unprepared as bodies began to change, becoming increasingly hyper-sexualized. Women’s breasts, labia, and clitoral structures would enlarge. Glands would produce more lubricants, hormones, and prolactin. In males, it increased blood flow and caused enlargement of the penis, testes, and other glands as well as hyper-stimulating production within the prostate, Cowper’s glands, and testes. In short, women got buxom and horny as their bodies urged them to become pregnant and men became almost obsessed with breeding and fucking anything that moved until it was pregnant.\n\nThe problem was, that cycle started tomorrow, and I was stranded at the family lake house with my mother and two sisters. I swore again. If we had been able to get home we would have been able to take care of our needs with either assigned partners or with androids specifically designed to trick the human mating needs. We’d made reservations at a nearby shelter just like we did every year. But with the family hover out of commission, there was no way we’d make it home before we began to feel the effects. I stormed inside.\n\nDay 0 - 3:01 PM\n\nWe’d reported the theft, the cops weren't going to do anything though. Not until much later, the world was going into lockdown, getting ready for the mating season. Molly, my older sister had been calling everywhere trying to get us a ride back home, but no one was able to come to get us. All our friends and family were reporting to their shelters and all the services had already put their vehicles into storage. Mom was freaking out, trying to find out if we could get androids delivered. Jessie had shut herself in her room and I heard crying.\nI’d been looking up a few things. It looked like we could get food deliveries still automatically. The drone system that delivered food to houses was fully automated, so at least we wouldn’t starve. The house had water and power, we weren’t in real danger. The biggest issue was, well us we were all going to get very, very horny and the need to mate was going to be unbearable. I’d never tried to resist it and usually had blissful memories of the long month of trying desperately to breed my girlfriend at the time or an android provided to trick my bestial brain.\n\nThe good news was I’d found a pharmacy that could deliver a heavy dose of a sedative that should suppress our libidos. The bad news was there was no way to get the extra strength birth control that most shelters gave to their patrons. The women in the family were about to be insanely fertile. I made the arrangements knowing that if I didn’t do it now I wouldn’t be clear enough to do otherwise by mid-afternoon tomorrow. We talked as a family and decided we would lock ourselves in our rooms, only come out in shifts to eat and shower. I hoped my sisters had something to sate their lust on. I knew I would be jacking off like crazy and for once wished I owned a personal sex droid.\n\nDay 1 - 7:03 AM\n\nFuck, I was horny as I had ever been! Even with a dose of the sedatives coursing through my brain I had already jacked off twice this morning. When I saw it was after seven I knew I should go out and get some food while it was my turn. I cleaned up, realizing it took almost twice as many tissues to clean up the copious jizz than normal. Also, my mind was either playing tricks on me or my cock was already thicker and longer than the day before. I groaned as it started to harden from me just thinking about it. Grunting I got up and forced myself from my room.\n\n“Eeep,” A feminine yelp drew my attention toward Molly’s door. My older sister was scurrying through her door, long brown hair out of her trademark braid and still wet from the shower. The towel wrapped around her drew my gaze and I noticed her feminine curves even beneath the terrycloth. Either I was imagining it or my usually athletic sister’s chest was beginning to look like a pornstar’s more than her usual profile. I shook my head to fight off incestuous thoughts but suddenly I smelled her. I took a few steps towards her door, cock becoming rock hard. I could smell her pussy… I could smell her fertile, wet, and dripping cunt… I could smell her need for cum and cock…\n\nI nearly punched the wall as I tried to control myself. She must have been masturbating in the shower and lost track of time. She was outside her room during my time. I growled, it wasn’t fair, she was torturing me with that scent. Fuck, I needed to… I calmed myself as best I could. I practically ran from her room to the kitchen and grabbed food and a drink. Eating helped, it distracted my body and the scent of the food helped hide Molly’s fertile feminine pheromones. I put my dishes in the washer and cleaned up after myself as best I could. My cock was still hard as a rock though, and any time I let my mind wander it envisioned Molly in that towel…\n\nDay 1 - 11:00 PM\n\nI’d been listening to my Mom pound her own pussy with some sort of toy for the last hour. I’d jaked off three times to completion. A towel was now soaked with my cum. It was definitely getting more and more copious and I was probably up from my usual six and change inches to a whopping eight or more. It was thicker around as well and I could feel my heavy balls swing whenever I got up, their unfamiliar size and weight a telltale sign of the changes.\n\nI was ashamed to admit that hearing my own mother’s wet pussy being pounded with some sort of toy through the thin wall that separated my room from the Master suite turned me on more than I could stand. I had started to picture my Mom as her first orgasmic cries mixed with the sound of my fist pumping my cock. My depraved and lust fogged mind drew up pictures of her in bikinis at the pool or sunbathing at the beach. My mother was an attractive woman, dirty blonde with already ample breasts and my imagination inflated those as the mating season was surely enhancing them. I envisioned myself sliding behind my mother in her bikini and shoving my aching cock into the soothing womb I came from and pumping my baby batter away into her hot feminine hole.\n\nMy second dose of sedatives finally started to kick in and I thought I could control it once again, but when I heard Mom start her play once more I couldn’t listen to it. Finding a pair of noise-canceling headphones I did my best to just tune her out.\n\n\nDay 2: 6:47\n\nI could smell Molly outside my door. She was in heat, I knew it, my cock knew it. I was hard as a rock and pacing in front of my door. Part of me wanted to burst out and grab her. To shove her down on the hardwood floor and fuck her until a puddle of cum bigger than her whole body was pooled beneath her. To leave her there bred like the slut she was for Mom and Jessie to find and for them to know they were next. Probably ten inches or more of my unyielding meat was begging to be allowed to fill my sister’s holes. It didn’t care who she was, she was fuck meat.\n\nI leaned against the door, part of me hoping my body weight on the door would keep it closed. My own body blocked the door console and prevented me from opening it. I heard something odd. It sounded wet, like fingers sliding through a sopping, yielding hole. Was Molly masturbating? Was my slut of a sister standing outside my door and masturbating? Could she smell my cum? I knew my room must stink of it. The near-constant pressure I felt needed release. There was a cry of pleasure and a moan before I heard someone slump to the floor outside my door.\n\nWhen I stepped out almost ten minutes later Molly was nowhere to be found, but there was a small sopping puddle of girl juice on the floor outside my door. Molly had been rubbing her wet cunt outside my door. I wanted to rip open her door and breed her for teasing me like this. I needed her holes, I needed to breed. I controlled myself but as I drifted by Jessie’s door I could hear her hoarse voice crying out in pleasure. My little sister’s scent wasn’t as strong as Molly’s but I could smell it even through her door. For the first time ever I thought of my nineteen-year-old sister as a real woman. She had holes, I could fuck her I could fill her with cum until she squealed with delight.\n\nI avoided my mother’s door like the plague. Hearing her masturbating was more than enough to make me think impure thoughts. Still, I could smell her scent and groaned as my cock twitched, hers was different than the other two. Not the strong fertility of Molly or the subtle femininity of Jessie but a strange mix. I realized I was smelling milk too. As a previously fertilized woman, I remembered Mom was probably affected even more than the other two. Her ripe tits and well-used cunt were probably begging for another pregnancy. My sisters and I had all been the product of mating seasons before my father passed. Her fertile womb needed a new man...\n\n(1/7)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All the girls in the dorm seemed so busty, and the dorm mom seemed eager to ply her with rich sweets & shakes. The dorm mom turned a blind eye to sneaking boys in & the fooling around the girls did among themselves. She could swear her bra was getting tighter, and the boys were looking cuter... | [
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"content": "[fair warning: I kinda went off the rails here 😂 I apologise but hope you enjoy] \n\n“Hey sweetie,” Melina hears the voice of the dorm mother come through the kitchen walls and into the living room. \n\n“Yes?” Melina calls out but hears no answer. So she goes into the kitchen. \n\n“Oh good you came,” her eyes bright, she stalks towards the girl with a wooden spoon covered in chocolate brownie batter. \n\n“Whats this?” Melina questions. Den mother is right up in Melina’s face now, she has the wooden spoon hovering around her mouth. \n\n“Brownie mix, I need you to lick the spoon clean, can you do that for me?” \n\n“I rather not,” Melina squirms as she defies the den mother. \n\n“Would you like me to get the paddle out?”\n\nTo this Melina’s eyes widen, she has only been here for three days and everything feels so off. \n\n“What are you talking about?” \n\n“Well I don’t like to tell the campus authorities about infractions so we have another system in here,” the Den mother smiles, sweetly. She taps on the table motioning for Melina to sit down. \n\nShe sits at the wooden table in the kitchen, and the den mother sits next across from her. \n\n“I’m an avid baker you see, and in exchange for turning a blind eye to the shenanigans you girls get up to you gotta eat when you’re told, and I expect you to call me Mama or Mistress,” the tone in her voice has shifted now. Melina feels it, squirming in her seat. \n\n“And if I say no to sweets?” \n\n“Well I like to write all your infractions down, as insurance, keep you girls in line, you don’t want to obey my authority I will use the paddle,” she smiles again. Melina’s head is spinning she can’t understand how she got herself into such a situation. \n\n“This is really very unfair, I haven’t even done anything wrong,” she protests. \n\n“Oh but you will.” \n \nMelina sits silent, crossing her arms over her small chest. The dorm mother smiles starring down at her lack of cleavage. \n\n“Here,” the dorm mother brings the spoon to Melina’s lips. Melina tries to take it from her but gets smacked. “You want to act like a baby you can get spoon fed, open up baby.” Melina licks every last drop of brownie mix off the spoon, her head is spinning from the sugar rush she doesn’t usually eat like this. Once they are finished she goes to get up whilst the Den Mother has her back turned. \n\n“You better sit your sweet ass down, I’m not done with you,” her voice is wry, and Melina can’t figure out what her angle is here. Is she trying to make her fat? Surely not. None of the girls in the dorms run by her are fat, busty, but not fat. \n\n“Yes Mama,” Melina says, trying to get into her good graces. \n\n“Good girl,” Mama says, coming back with what looks like a smoothie, and a plate of macaroons. \n\n“I think if I eat all this I’ll throw up, mama,” Melina says, tacking it on the end. She widens her eyes and pouts, her tactics shifting severely. \n\n“Eat the macaroons, and take the shake with you, if its not done by morning, or I find out you threw it out, there’ll be hell to pay,” she says. \n\n“You’re so mean to me, and so nice to the other girls Mama,” Melina pouts again. She picks up a macaroon and begins eating. \n\nThe den mother sits adjacent to her once again. She puts a hand out over Melina’s, looking her in the eye. \n\n“Once you respect my authority I’ll be sweet as a button, lots of girls are like you at first, bare bottom spankings, and paddlings took out all that defiance though. But look, Melina, sweetie, I don’t want to spank you but if you continue to disrespect me thats what has to happen,” she tells her, squeezing her hand. \n\n“I’m so sorry Mistress, I don’t mean to be disrespectful, it was truly an accident,” Melina says, trying to buy herself some time so she can escape this ridiculous place. \n\n“You learn fast don’t you.” \n\nMelina nods, and grabs the shake. She takes a sip, it is probably the best thing she had ever drank. She sits there in front of the Den Mother, sipping on the drink until it is all gone. Before Melina can say another word, the Den mothers eyes shoot down to the macaroons. Its almost as if Melina can’t stop herself from being defiant, her eyes widen, she is getting full she can’t finish those. Taking a deep breathe she changes her course or action. \n\n“I’m quite full, mama,” she says rubbing her belly, “maybe I can finish those in a few minutes,” she smiles sweetly, and the Den mother nods. \n\n“My girls know they can’t leave their seats without finishing their meals.” The den mother makes Melina feel sick to her stomach, something is weird about this place, something isn’t right. \n\n\n### one month later ### \n\nAll the girls sit around the breakfast table, it is set with sweet and savoury breakfast foods of all kind. Everyone piles their plates high. Melina knows the drill by now. Somehow being here has made her forget her plans of escape. She said to herself she would need to wait for the right time. But the right time never came, and now she feels like this is her home, she is one of the girls. \n\nBreakfast is over and Melina walks to her bedroom, to get ready for the day. She strips off, walking around in nothing but panties as she searches for an outfit. She rummages through her clothes, before settling on a short pleated skirt, and a baby tee. She tries to get her bra on, when she realises it won’t fit. Giving up on her plight she gets dressed without a bra. \n\nIn a rare lucid moment, as Melina walks down the hallway she notices basically none of the girls have bras to wrangle their breasts. They’re bigger than all the girls on campus, all relegated to one dorm. \n\n“Hey Casey,” Melina calls out to a busty red head. She has round hips, with wash board abs and a belly button piercing which she is always showing off. \n\n“Hey Mel,” Casey replies. \n\n“Your bras stop fitting after coming here?” \n\n“Yeah, everyones do, they say mama’s stew that she feeds us is magic or something,” Casey laughs. “I think its just all the junk food we get our hands on, the chemicals and such make us blow up so to speak,” Casey continues. \n\n“How long until yours didn’t fit?” Melina questions. \n\n“About 3 weeks I’d say.” Casey and Melina are walking together through the dorms, on the way to their first classes of the day. \n\n“Yeah me too basically, I’m just not wearing one as you can see,” Melina laughs, gesturing her boobs at Casey. \n\n“Oh that’s hilarious,” Casey says, groping Melina. The girls reside into a fit of giggles. \n\n### in class ### \n\nThe lecture hall is rather large, but considering so many people withdrew their enrolment at the last minute the classrooms were already chosen. So the students now sit quite far apart from each other. The professor can’t fathom why but he also doesn’t care enough to question it. \n\nMelina feels eyes on her, she turns to her side seeing a man with broad shoulders, and scruffy hair. He smirks at her, his eyes clearly exploring her body. Melina smiles at him, turning in her seat so he can get a better look at her. She grabs her cold water bottle, it was iced in the freezer all night. She feels her nipples growing hard. She looks down, then up at him. \n\nThe professor has been facing the board this entire time, writing something up. The man takes this as opportunity to come sit beside Melina. \n\n“You’re teasing me,” he whispers in her ear. \n\n“Yes I am,” Melina replies with confidence. He puts a hand on her bare thigh. She finds her arousal growing. Since she has started college she feels her sex drive has doubled, thats not to say she will fuck anything, but she finds herself fucking more, and more, cute boys as time passes. When she thinks the last one could work out as her permanent fuck buddy, she finds a new cute boy who wants her. How can she say no? \n\n“Are you just going to be a tease, or you gonna finish the job?” His deep voice tickles Melina’s neck. \n\n“I don’t have a class until tonight, you can come back to my dorm room after this and fuck me,” Melina tells him. \n\n“That easy huh?” He squeezes her leg, and goes up her thigh. \n\n“Dorm mother encourages us to have fun, so to speak,” Melina replies. \n\n“Your dorm mother encourages you to fuck random men you meet in class?” \n\n“She would be really proud actually, probably bake me some cookies too.” \n\n“Whatever you say,” he replies, his hand under her skirt now and playing with her pussy through her panties. \n\nMelina sits there the rest of class with this man touching her, and groping her. She does her best to focus on her work, but she’s secretly loving the attention."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You must be quick on your toes. The shapeshifting alien has already begun implanting wholesome memories of you two together for clearly nefarious purposes | [
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"content": "Alice rubbed the day from her face, mashing nose into palm in a drawn out groan, her bag falling to the kitchen bench with a clatter and the slow rattle of a rolling bottle of pills. Her hand snatched down to catch them and in slowly drawn up lidded eyes she saw the label and sneered, slamming the bottle down upright.\r \nA shadow flinched at the snap of plastic on marble.\r \nAlice froze, eyes wide across her dark apartment to a square of diffused white curtain illuminated by blue retina scarring streetlight. A figure stood in almost silhouette facing away, shoulders drooped and loose. \r \n“Who are you, what are you doing in here?”\r \nThe body twisted at its waist, coming about to face her, arms splayed and torso wrinkled like a rung towel. Alice’s hand shook. One step back… two… the pills clacked to the floor. The man… It’s face snapped down following the sound then cracked open into a mouth.\r \n“You… you here…” came a strangled rasp.\r \n“I’ll call the police! You- you need to leave!”\r \nA leg swept around its body, uncoiling it’s waist and leaving its support a mangled mess until it straightened, facing her.\r \n“You... I’ll... here.”\r \nAlice’s body finally responded, she couldn’t freeze here. She had to run. She hit the door, hands fumbling with the deadlocks and wrenching it back.\r \nFingers crunched in a broken fist above her, the impact slamming the door. Alice shrank down, seeing it’s arm impossibly long, the body having closed half the distance to her. Bones snapped back into place making audible pops as it lowered to her small slumped form. The creature waded forward on it’s unfamiliar legs, each step smoother until it began bending it’s knees. The broken fingers finished popping into place and it held her chin.\r \n“You…” it said, the word clear and smooth.\r \n“I… what do you want?”\r \n“You, I… I want you.” it mused, it’s fingers stretching long and embracing her face.\r \nAlice’s fists flared with pain, crashing into rigid tensed meat as she swung, clutching at impossible digits and trying to pull them free of her face.\r \n“Get off!” she screamed.\r \nHer legs kicked out striking something, her stiletto heel punching through skin before breaking off and slipping her foot free. Legs scrambled, coarse skin prickling at her tights in her struggle. Hands, too many hands locked down onto her arms, legs and mouth, stifling her cries for help.\r \nAlice panicked, gazing into the twisted mass of limbs, it’s crescent mouthed face looming close and glancing from one feature of hers to the next, it’s features softenning. She had seen it before. It had always been here.\r \nNo fucking way she would forget a flesh aberation what the fuck! She was panicked, she needed air. She needed clarity.\r \nIt had always calmed when she spoke, that was how she would placate it while she thought of a way out. It liked to hear her speak, it always had.\r \n“What are you?”\r \n“What… What are you?” it mimicked.\r \n“I don’t understand why you are here. Please talk, explain!”\r \nIt’s hands slowly whittled down, taking on the form of a man kneeling before her. His hand still pushed to her chin and pinning her slouched against the door.\r \n“You talk… I want you to talk.”\r \nOf course it did… it… he liked to hear her speak.\r \n“You want to learn how to speak? That’s why you mimic me?”\r \n“I learn, I understand.”\r \nIt’s hand slid into her office vest, lifting her blouse loose from the tight pencil skirt and sliding into the gap, fingers running over her skin.\r \n“I’m Alice, I live here. I…” she trailed off, trying to think of something to say as it’s hand slid up her top, pulling it tight. Her buttons popped one at a time as it drew closer, opening her to reveal smooth bare skin to it’s fingers.\r \nShe was scared but he was always like this, he would be happy soon and things would be ok. How had she forgotten about him?\r \nShe was so tense but she didn’t know why. Her heart thundered with fear but surely she would have been used to it by now. Her mouth rambled incoherent unconnected words as his hand occupied her mind. She coiled against the door, curling her side to its fingers.\r \nHis… he was a He not an It. That was rude.\r \nShe looked up into his eyes as he drew closer, his hot breath on her lips.\r \n“Why c-can’t I remember your name?”\r \n“I’m Mimmic, you’re always forgetting I’s name.”\r \n“I’m sorry Mimmic, p-please…”\r \n“You’re aroused… have I not been giving you enough attention?” he said, his lips curled into a smile.\r \nAlice melted toward him, into his embrace. It had been so long since she had been held… hadn’t it? Surely they had been together… she remembered the night before, and the one before that. Her cheeks blushed as she bit her lip. She was apparently insatiable.\r \nHer hands stroked down his arm, feeling his bare chest against her sore fingers. Why had she been punching him?\r \nHer heart was racing, she needed him now.\r \n“Can we… and can you… you don’t have to look human if you don’t want to Mimmic.” she said, drawn to his lips by his fingers. She kissed him, a flutter of excitement running through her as his hand rippled and malformed over her skin, curling around her waist and drawing her close."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elf comes to terms with the fact that the new magic ring she likes so much also quadruples her libido and gives her substantial cravings for cum... | [
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"content": "Diedre opens her thieving tools and picks the door’s lock with little trouble. She slowly backs away and allows Sir Emmett, the paladin, to open the door and take the brunt of whatever is behind the wooden door. Emmett opens the door to a seemingly abandoned bedroom. Diedre carefully checks for traps before they enter and discovers a small pressure plate just inside the door. She sighs and whispers, “Careful, there’s a trap here.” Again she pulls her tools out and disarms the trap and a large and sharp blade falls from the ceiling. \n\n“Gadzooks!” Emmett responds, “That would have seriously put a cramp in my skull, thanks Diedre!” \n\nNot one for theatrics, Diedre grimaces and gives the paladin a weird look. Emmett is handsome enough and certainly brave but she was tired of him ignoring her advances. He loved to battle evil creatures but was innocent in the ways of women. \n\nShe had tried everything, bending over with her short leather skirt riding up exposing her bare pussy, whispering dirty thoughts in his ear while he slept, even “accidentally” grazing his cock while bathing in a lake. Nothing had worked and now her libido was waning. They had been in this stinky damp dungeon for 5 days…for nothing.\n\nEmmett walked in the room and searched the nightstand, chest and under the bed. He found a few coins and shiny dagger that felt light and well balanced in his hand. The handle was perfectly round with a large knob on the end that was heavy, smooth and polished. “Score!” Sir Emmett whispered.\n\nDiedre, her elven senses keen for magical items, discovered a small panel had opened in the doorway when the trap was engaged. “What’s in here?” she thought. She carefully inspected the opening and slid open the tiny door to reveal a gold ring. Her ability to detect magic told her this ring was special. She slid her signet ring off and carefully slipped on the new ring.\n\nImmediately everything and everyone ceased to move except her. It was as though time had stopped or at least slowed down. Sir Emmett appeared to be frozen in his tracks. He was caught inspecting his new phallic dagger with a goofy look on his face just suspended in time. But….wait… he was moving but very slowly, almost completely still. \n\nA magical ring of time slowing! “Holy shit! The holy grail” Diedre thought. Diedre had heard about these types of rings but also knew they had side effects. Some rings would make the wearer age rapidly where others could have other psychological effects.\n\nShe walked over to the paladin and circled him and soon enough she felt it. Her pussy started to tingle. “Oh fuck, I’m so fucking horny” she said out loud and not in a whisper. She pulled her skirt back and rubbed her fingers through her lips to feel her juices oozing down her leg. Her fingers traced her slit back up to her swollen nub and immediately trembled. “This ring has turned me into horny slut!” She eyed the dagger in Emmett’s hand. She pried his fingers from around it and turned it around. The bulbous handle would stretch her wet hole perfectly. In fact, it might not fit into her tiny box. Emmett didn’t move and didn’t seem affected in any way. She was moving at least a 1000 times faster than him but also super horny. She laid on the bed spread her legs and lubed up the pommel with her slick juices. With one hand she spread her cunt open and with her other gloved hand she grabbed the blade and started pumping the phallic handle into her pussy. She worked the improvised dildo in and out of her cunt for 5 minutes. “Oh…fuck!” Her horny mind loved being on display for Emmett. If only he could see. She pushed her dagger dildo into her pussy and slipped the ring off. Suddenly Emmett was startled and started moving. “Where did the dagger go?” “Why is Diedre on the bed?” “Heavens! Diedre has my dagger in her sex!”\n\nDiedre put the ring back on and Emmett froze. She fucked her pussy with the dagger’s handle until her toned abdomen started convulse and she cried out “I’m coming!” \n\nEmmett was now looking at her on the bed but frozen. She eased off the bed and stared at the still paladin. Her pussy was hot and wet but not fully satisfied. Diedre dropped to her knees and pulled down his leather breeches and out plopped his flaccid cock. She started sucking it but it failed to harden. She needed his cum in her. Nothing else mattered. She loosened the magic ring and slipped it off for 1 second and then put it back on. Emmett’s cock engorged with blood and filled her mouth. \n\nHe looked down to see his pants around his ankles and Diedre sucking his meaty cock but now was frozen again. Diedre sucked the head while using her own pussy juices to lube his cock to jack off his shaft. She moved her mouth to suck his balls while furiously jacking his fat engorged cock. Finally, she backed up her gushing twat and slipped his manhood into her horny hole. She reached behind her and grabbed his chain mail shirt and vigorously thrust herself on and off his turgid cock. Back and forth his veiny cock bulled its way into sloppy cunt. She pulled the ring off again and now Emmett found himself being fucked by this horny elven thief and he immediately exploded. His hard virgin cock shot load after load filling Diedre’s pussy. She continued to hammer her pussy onto his manhood as his dazed and confused faculties started to put the whole situation together. Diedre yelled, “Keep fucking me I’m about to come!” Confused Emmett started pumping his swollen dick into her pussy. Diedre could feel her orgasm climbing a mountain and finally it reached the top and she started to tremble and shake. \n\n“Fuuuuuuuuck!!! I’m coming!!!”\n\nDiedre quickly put the ring on again. Emmett froze and she climbed off his dick. She cleaned him up with her mouth and tucked his thick cock back into his trousers. She placed his new dagger back in his hands and went back over to the door frame where she found the ring. They were both in their original positions when she found the magic ring. She carefully took off the ring and replaced it with her signet.\n\nTime started again and Emmett was confused but strangely satisfied. \n\n“What the hell…” Emmett blurted out. \n\nDiedre innocently looked up faking confusion. \n\n“What just happened?” Emmett asked. \n\n“Nothing, you just found a dagger.” Diedre replied.\n\n“Yeah but did I just…”, Emmett seriously confused\n\n“Huh?”, Diedre faking.\n\nConfused Emmett just said, “Nevermind..”\n\nAs they left the room with their newly discovered booty, Emmett noticed a thick white liquid running down Diedre’s thighs while is cock strained against his stick leather breeches."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A malfunctioning steampunk supercomputer won’t stop diagnosing everyone with mania. Now nothing short of being absolutely proper will get you jerked/jilled off in public | [
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"content": "\"Good afternoon, Mister Sheffield. Have you any news on our present troubles?\" The woman said delicately.\n\nThe man tipped his cap. \"I'm afraid not, Miss Hammond. The man who built the engine is out of the country on holiday and won't respond to my telegrams. Dashed inconvenient. Still, I've got the blueprints, so I'm sure I can take apart that blasted thing soon enough.\"\n\n*Good afternoon, sir, lady. Auditory sensors detected you were expressing concerns about the Medicinal Engine. Is there a problem?*\n\nA clockwork servant appeared out of the crowd behind Mr. Sheffield. They could move impressively quietly when they wanted to, shutting down their boilers and moving only with the energy of their heavy mainsprings. They had spindly bodies of brass and artfully sculpted wood and porcelain. Rather than try to imitate a person, they had a smooth, androgynous look that implied humanity without falling into the uncanny valley. The one accosting him had a simple red cross painted on its oval face.\n\nMr. Sheffield went pale. \"I thought you couldn't tell unless we mentioned you by name.\"\n\n*People have been speaking most delicately about their problems, which has made diagnosis quite difficult. However, I am pleased to inform you that my auditory systems have adapted to the issue and I can now understand your meaning perfectly. I believe there is a high probability you wish to sabotage one of London's essential medical systems. A sure sign of a deranged mind.*\n\nThe crowd was already starting to scatter, leaving Mr. Sheffield alone with the machine in a circle of empty cobblestones. Even Miss Hammond had backed away. You couldn't help someone once the machine had fixated on them. You would just end up \"diagnosed\" the same way, an outbreak of mass hysteria.\n\n*Your heart rate is elevated and you show signs of distress and panic, possibly the onset of a manic episode. Do not be alarmed. I am here to help.*\n\nMr. Sheffield turned to run, but the machine seized him by the collar, lightning-quick. Its other hand reached into a hidden compartment and retrieved a bundle of straps made from sturdy fabric. With swift, sure movements it strapped his hands together behind his back, then forced him to the ground and bound his legs together. He lay there on his side as the machine stepped over him.\n\n*Please stand back. Medical treatment in progress.*\n\nA tiny metal blade unfolded and it swiftly cut away the front of Sheffield's dress pants, revealing his bare crotch. The medical machine reached into its compartment again and pulled out a small, tubular device - brass on the outside, but some sort of soft, rubbery material on the inside. It carefully wound a spring, and the device started buzzing and shaking.\n\n\"Stop! You're malfunctioning!\"\n\n*This will not hurt. Treatment will only take a few minutes.*\n\n\"You can't cure everyone by sticking a vibrator on them you stupid- gyah!\"\n\nCold metal fingers grasped his penis, delicately but firmly lifting the limp member up. It guided the tip towards the vibrating fleshlight. Mr. Sheffield struggled against his restraints, a look of shock on his face, as he involuntarily started to grow hard.\n\n\"Stop it! I - hnng! - I don't want...\" He gasped. The machine expertly manipulated the device, sliding it up and down to rub his dick from all sides.\n\n*You are disturbing bystanders. Remain quiet or I will be required to gag you.*\n\nHe continued to moan, struggling against his restraints, but the machine simply held him down and let the fleshlight do its work. His hips shook as he tried to throw it off of him, but the movement only intensified the pleasure. His moans grew in volume and turned to gasps until they finally reached a peak. White liquid trickled out of the device, slowly oozing onto his thighs.\n\nThe machine didn't move, still holding the man in place. Sheffield started to shout again. \"Please... please stop... I'm too sensitive... mmph!\"\n\nThe clockwork placed a hand over his mouth, muffling his yells. *The procedure is not yet complete. Please be patient.*\n\n\"Aagh! Aagh!\" The man was struggling even more intensely than before, his whole body shaking as he tried to get away from the relentless stimulation. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but must have only been a few minutes, he went limp and the machine relented. It delicately placed the used sex toy in a small bag, removed the restraints, and straightened up, leaving Mr. Sheffield lying in the street, his pants torn and his cock still smeared with cum.\n\n*Treatment complete.*\n\nMiss Hammond rushed to his side. \"Are you alright?\"\n\n*Oh dear. You seem distressed as well. Is there something wrong, miss?*\n\nShe looked up at the automaton and took a deep breath to slow her pounding heart, carefully clearing any trace of worry from her face. It was still holding the restraints it had used on her friend, and if it detected her panic it wouldn't hesitate to give her the same forced-orgasm treatment. \"No... no, I'm simply concerned for my friend's health.\"\n\n*Good. Make sure he gets plenty of rest and avoids stress. Don't let him fixate on silly things like reprogramming me - it's really not healthy!*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Synthia" is a rising popstar who has amassed a kink-fueled cult following with her scant attire and overly suggestive lyrics. During tonight's concert, Synthia reveals the underlying secret to her success. The thumping bass and pulsing synth waves become suggestive in a more...hypnotic sense. | [
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"content": "I couldn't help myself. One moment I was dancing and vibing to the music with my friends, and the next my hand was pulling my skirt up. I began to massage myself through my panties, entranced by the music. \n\nI thought about how I should be ashamed, as I deftly pulled aside my underwear and began to finger myself. But wherever I looked, other people were doing similar things, and some even doing them together. \n\nA man came up behind me and began to grind himself between my legs. He groped my breasts and, while I moaned in ecstasy, I thought absentmindedly about the cause of these strange actions. \n\nI knew the audience would be somewhat kinky. After all, the singer had become famous for pushing boundaries and encouraging others to do the same. Still, this felt a little more free than a good concert. \n\nAt this point I was bent over with two men at either end. My drool fell in ropes on the grass, but I stopped to take a breath and grab some water. Gotta stay hydrated. \n\nI looked up to the singer then and I realized something. She was responsible. The smug look on her face as she watched the orgy unfolding in front of her. The gleam in her eyes that betrayed forethought and planning. Then, I was ushered onto the ground and into a woman's crotch, and my thoughts faded into the background..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You throw a pool party where the experimental chlorine in the water disintegrates bathing suits, and a sends hormones into a horny rage! | [
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"content": "**THURSDAY**\n\nHonestly, I probably should've expected something like this to happen. Anything my dad touches turns to absolute shit before too long. But, I will say that this was one of the few times where the upside of his disaster may have outshone the negative. To be honest, (and don't go spreading this around or I'll end you) I think he may have actually suspected something was up from the get-go, but that's just speculation from someone who had to deal with the guy's shenanigans their whole life. \n\nAnyway, let me establish a timeline of events for you. One day, Dad comes home and says he's got an in-road on a way to cut our pool cleaning budget in half. Me and my mom, in characteristic fashion, rolled our eyes and begrudgingly inquired about what he meant, knowing full well the alternative if we don't approach the subject willingly. His eyes lit up at our acquiescence and he exploded into the origin story of this latest scheme. \n\nI won't bore you with the details because it's the same old story you've heard a million times. Shady guy at the market sees my pa for the passionate rube he is, proceeds to convince him of the merit of this 20-pound bag of strange powder and sells it to him for way more than its actual value. Of course, Ma's most upset that it isn't an \"in-road\" at all, but already a done deal. Dad gave her a sheepish look in return for her stern one and walked out of the room.\n\nWe heard the front door open and close, a pause and then another set of door sounds. Dad came back in the room carrying a homespun sack. His posture says it's heavy. He sets it down and my mother and I peer inside, knowing we'll only find disappointment.\n\nThe bag is full of white, semi-translucent powder. Individually, they look like really big sugar grains or something, but they still disappear in water like normal, as we soon test. Mixed in, the water does smell cleaner. None of us can quite put our finger on what that means exactly, but we all agree that it has the intended effect of adding regular chlorine. \n\nMuch to my mother's chagrin, she's forced to admit that it must be at least okay to use in place of our regular order. And she even manages to redeem herself slightly by pointing out the added cost for less weight than an order of chlorine. For my part, I just use the classic \"dumb college student\" card and skate by under the radar. And then life went back to normal. For all of two days.\n\n\n**FRIDAY**\n\n*She crosses her legs under the table. You can't see them, of course, but their image is seared into your mind from before she sat down. From the moment you saw her actually. It was the smoothness of her calves. The way her thighs tightened and loosened with each step. The proximity of the bottom curve of her ass to the bottom edge of her jean shorts. Of course you'd be mesmerized. Though you knew she hadn't hit her mid-twenties yet, she still reeked of sexual prowess. Staying focused during the interview took every mental faculty you possessed.*\n\nSee, Dad came home with the Pseudo-Chlorine Powder (PCP) on a Thursday. The next day, Friday, he and Mom were headed out of town for their anniversary. As their dutiful and dedicated daughter, I of course volunteered to maintain and safeguard the family domicile in their absence. Unbeknownst to them, however, was the fact that I had organized myself a secret pool party on the Saturday. It had quickly turned into one of the most hyped events of my entire freshman career if I do say so myself.\n\nWell, okay, I didn't totally plan the event by myself. To be honest, even though I'm definitely past my ugly duckling phase, I still maintain that same shy girl energy. Luckily, my best friends from high school had my back and managed to get the event a shoutout from one of the more connected people on campus. We'd staged all the supplies in their dorm room so my parents wouldn't get suspicious, but we had amassed a collection fit for a legendary rager. Or some event equally cool and hip with the youth these days.\n\nRegardless of who planned it, the early game went off without a hitch. I helped my parents get ready, ensuring they had everything they needed and securing myself from unplanned early returns. A suitable time after they left, my friends showed up with all the supplies and we spent the rest of Friday putting up decorations, sorting out coolers and setting up games. We'd set up a pool cleaning guy for the next morning, and knew he was good for the weekend from previous work. Even our private event pages on social media were showing good attendance numbers.\n\nBasically what I'm trying to say is, when I put my head down on my pillow that night, I was positively vibrating with excitement about how much my life was going to change the next day. Out with the weird, awkward girl from my past and in with the new beautiful, confident woman of my future. As you already know, I was right that my life was going to change. But I had no idea how that Saturday would unfold."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] The hypnosis meant that wearing her glasses actually turned her *into* a bimbo, which was slightly awkward, considering that she needed them to see... | [
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"content": "When they got home, Stacy was in a very good mood, feeling super sexy and amazing. And she could remember Tim's promise from earlier.\n\n\"Wanna see if your cock fits between my boobies?\" she asked, seductively.\n\nTim was just as eager as she was to test the question.\n\nWhen his cock came out, Stacy admired how large it was. You have to appreciate the little things in life - or the ginormous as was the case here.\n\nStacy pulled out her boobies, squeezed them together and moaned as Tim's cock slid between them. Her tits were so much more sensitive than usual!\n\n\"My boobies are big enough!\" she said excitedly. She sounded as happy she was the day she had been accepted to one of the top grad schools in the country.\n\nTim started thrusting, and seemed to be enjoying himself very much. Seeing Tim so happy made Stacy get hotter and hotter. She could almost feel her pleasure growing to match his.\n\nFinally, Tim grunted and an eruption of cum went all over Stacy's chest, neck and face. Her glasses were absolutely covered.\n\n\"Let me, like, clean these real fast,\" Stacy said. \"Then I want to see if you've got a round two in you, my pussy is so-\" She stopped mid-sentence as she pulled her glasses off.Stacy paused for a moment. She felt so gross. She was covered in cum, and she could remember Tim just cumming all over her.\n\nShe had always refused whenever he had asked for titty fucks. She found anything besides vanilla sex gross, and somehow she was covered in the aftermath of such an act.\n\n\"Ew, ew, ew,\" she said, trying to wipe everything off of herself. She had dropped her glasses to the floor, being more distracted by the cum on her chest and neck.\n\nTim picked up the glasses, and wiped them off on his shirt. Then he slipped them back on to Stacy's faced.\n\nStacy's face turned from a look of disgust, to one of empty-headed bliss.\n\n\"Ready for round two?\" she asked.\n\n\"Definitely,\" Tim said.\n\nAfter the two of them had fucked each other's brains out, and were panting, sweating messes, Stacy turned to Tim.\n\n\"You know, I think I might drop out of my PhD program,\" she said.\n\n\"Why?\" Tim said.\n\nStacy blinked her empty eyes at her boyfriend. \"All that brain stuff is so boring! I just want to stay at home all day, and fuck your brains out over and over again. And then go shopping whenever we're bored of that.\"\n\nTim smiled, and pulled her in for a steamy kiss.\n\n\"That can certainly be arranged,\" he said. \"I only have one condition.\"\n\nShe nodded at him. \"I'll do anything for your cock.\"\n\n\"Never take your glasses off.\""
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"content": "(Bimbofication)\n\nShe hated to admit it, but she actually enjoyed the little brain vacations that she'd get whenever her friend snuck one of those little pink bimbo pills into her food. She even enjoyed how her body was always left a little sexier and her sex drive a little higher even after the intelligence suppressing intoxication wore off. Mostly though, she enjoyed placing her trust in her friend to make sure that she had a good time...\n\n(Blackmail/breeding)\nHer boss decided to unilaterally make her his \"sexretary\" and that she would be bearing children for him and his wife. She couldn't say no, as he had discovered all of the porn she's been masturbating to on company time and equipment... Consensual non-consent and breeding porn. Even as she tried, she could hardly hide her arousal or pretend she wasn't enjoying this, and he was quite the gentle and attentive dominant.\n\n(Fantasy noncon)\nIt was tradition, when an orc passed a truly momentous milestone, that he would kidnap an elf and bloat her womb round with his cum. When a lovely elven mage could tell that her soon to graduate classmate was hiding his disappointment and not being able to experience this, She started dropping hints about how *some elves* actually enjoy being pinned down and pumped full like that sometimes. Secretly, her own pussy tingled whenever she thought about it...\n\n(Forced feminization) \nA gamer girl succubus decides to use her magic to start turning her boyfriend into her girlfriend. He denies it, but with her succubus senses, she can tell that he's really trans anyway, and she can't wait to be the first one to shapeshifter penis and futa fuck his virgin pussy. Strangely enough, he protests, but doesn't *really* try to stop her...\n\nSorry if this was too many prompts, and I really do hope you like at least one of them. I enjoy wholesomeness mixed with my kink!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A shy socially awkward nerd is infused with the essence of a succubus, instantly transforming into a sexually ravenous, breathtakingly beautiful shy socially awkward nerd... | [
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"content": "It was just after two in the morning, and Ellen was where she was every night, scouring the deep and dark web for knowledge of the occult. She had always been an introvert, but her isolation escalated in the last few months as she became interested in witchcraft and learned that it was, indeed, real. Studying sometimes 10 hours per night, she had been able to learn to light a match with a snap of her fingers or use a simple illusion spell to make her mom think she kept her jumbled mess of a room tidy.\n\nBut now she was pouring over an ancient Usenet post about siphoning demonic power. The ritual was surprisingly simple, a portion of demonic essence would be pulled from the astral plane into the body of the caster. The thought was a little scary, but Ellen wanted to go as deep into witchcraft as possible, and it probably wouldn't work anyway. Most of her spells didn't. \n\nThe spell only required one rare reactant: blood of an adult virgin. She smiled at the term 'rare' and thought to herself /rare? I am full of the stuff!/. She had turned 19 the previous week. After pricking her finger with her ceremonial dagger, she got to work.\n\nWhen she woke the next morning, Ellen could not remember what happened during, let alone after the ritual. The spell circle and reactants were cleaned up and she was tucked in bed just like she would be any other morning. Confused, Ellen went about her day. \n\nAs she walked to her morning Physics class, she felt unusual. As her thighs rubbed together with each step, she felt a warm feeling between her legs and could feel moisture on her panties. She found herself closing her eyes and humming along with the rhythm of her steps as she crossed campus. When she looked up, she noticed how every single person, male, female and nonbinary that she saw was incredibly sexy. She also saw how nice all their clothes, phones and cars were. She wanted their bodies and she wanted their stuff. Everybody's.\n\nThey were looking at her too. Even a frumpy nerd like her was used to catcalling, but she had never turned heads like this. More than one person tripped and dropped their belongings from staring, mesmerized by her. Three men and one women offered her their number on her short walk.\n\nShe made it to class, breathing heavily. She sat at a desk in the back and held her legs together. She could feel not warmth, but heat on her inner thighs coming from her pussy. She zoned out the whole time just watching her classmates breathe, seeing something deeply sensual in that.\n\nAs she tried to file out of the lecture hall, the professor stopped her. He was middle-aged, but handsome with a toned body and distinguished salt-and-pepper hair. “Miss, I need to see you…in my office,” he paused just to take a deep breath. Confused, Ellen complied, salivating at the sight of a suggestive bulge in his slacks.\n\n\nShe followed him into his small office attached to the lecture hall. He locked the door behind them. “I just had to speak with you. I want to be with you. I could barely follow my notes. Even from the back of the room, you hypnotized me.” As he said this, his left hand had begun to massage the bulge Ellen noticed earlier. She would normally be horrified by this situation, but all she wanted at this moment is to get his cock down her throat, and his assets in her possession.\n\n\n She felt empowered in a way she never had before. In a voice deeper and much more confident than usual to the point of not even feeling like her voice she said, “give me your wallet, and keys. Everything you have is mine and I will satisfy your lust.” Ellen came to a sudden realization. She HAD been imbued with a demonic essence. It just happened to be demonic lust, the primary domain of succubi and incubi. She knew minds could be twisted by demonic energies, but she hadn’t bargained on being so horny and covetous.\n\n“Yes, mistress,” he said, eyes going glassy. He dropped his wallet, keys, and phone at her feet as he pulled his average sized, but incredibly hard cock from his pants. Ellen felt herself salivate at the sight of it. She pulled her sweatpants and panties down to her thighs and turned to lean over the desk. “Enter me, mortal,” she intoned in her new otherworldly voice.\n\n“Thank you mistress,” he said as his dick slid effortlessly into her warm dripping cavity. He began to pump, leaning heavily against her hips. She was overcome by the waves of pleasure slamming through her body. \n\nShe closed her eyes and though still aware of the grunting and humping in the small office, she saw as if in a dream empires fall and fortunes and souls made forfeit by the power that swelled in her. \n\nHis hands went onto her shoulders, he was screaming like a madman. Everyone in the building could probably hear, but neither of them cared. She had his possessions and would soon have his sexual essence. Her life as a succubus was beginning."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After she granted him a favour, he asked his tomboy roommate how he could thank her. He thought she was joking when she demanded the right to suck his dick whenever and whereever she wante. He soon learns that she was dead seriouse. | [
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"content": "Okay, this was it. Sarah was out of the apartment and Amy and I were alone. She was always anxious so we took it slow and I was always careful not to seem like I was putting pressure on her. But now she was here, she wanted to come back to my place for \"coffee\" and we were on my bed. Foreplay was underway when I heard the door to the alartment open and slam shut. In that moment I felt my blood fun cold.\n\nAs I hear the muffled voice of Sarah and a barrage of sweats get closer I bolt to the door to intercept her but I'm too late, ths door bursts open and so did the gates of hell.\n\n\"Pants off, dick out, on the bed\" Sarah exclaimed. I tried to ward her off but she grabbed my shirt and gave me a stare that would scare a lion. I tried to respond but she shoved me onto the bed before I could. She fiddled with my pants for a moment before YANKING them and my underwear off in one motion. \n\n\"Good, you're already hard, and DIDNT cream yourself the moment I touched you. You're already doing better than my tinder date.\" She started tying up her hair but paused when she saw Amy, frozen there like a deer in the headlights. She only paused a moment though, going back to tying her hair with a short grunt.\n\n\"I'm too pissed to explain things but the TLDR is that your BF here owes me his dick so I use it whenever and wherever I want.\" She said as she took off her shirt, revealing a black, lacy bra. But before I could admire how out of character it was for her to have such a refined piece of lingerie, she threw it across the room, revealing her pierced nipples. One with a simple stud, the other a small hoop, she liked the asymmetric aesthetic. \n\n\"Aight listen, I'd kick you out but considering I don't have to waste time getting him hard cuz of you, I'll let you stay and watch if you want, honestly I don't care but I will suck his dick like I'm mad at it.\" She was talking like I wasn't even there, but considering she was in biting distance I wasn't planning on saying anything.\n\nThe next few minutes were a blur of action. Sarah wasted no time with my cock. In an instant she already had her face in my crotch, gagging and hacking for a fee seconds before pulling back to spit and slobber on my shaft. \n\n\"Oh FUCK, finally a man who isnt a fucking quick shot. The dude I was with tonight couldn't even hold it when I got handsy. Pencil dick creamed himself when I put my hand in his pants during foreplay. At least you're able to hold it.\" She said as she stopped thrusting me to catch her breath before diving back on.\n\n\"Doesn't hurt that you're,\" she started again, pausing to suck my balls. \n\n\"Bigger\" she said as my balls popped out of her vaccum mouth.\n\n\"Harder\" as she nuzzled her face against my shaft, getting spit, throat slime, and precum to ruin her makeup. \n\n\"BETTER\" share said as she deeply breathed in scent of my crotch. \n\n\"You could stand to trim these pubes though, I dont wanna sneeze when I'm face planting into them, and they make terrible dental floss.\" She said with a chuckle before diving back onto my crotch. \n\nWhen I wasn't in her throat I was in a vacuum blowjob, and when I wasn't in her mouth cuz she needed to catch her breath, say something, or going for my balls she was stroking the shaft hard. Her makeup had been ruined by the mix of spit, tears, slime and snot for how hard she was going at it. After some few minutes of gagging, hacking, and gasping, I noticed a new sound. I looked over at Amy and to my surprise she was still there, but more than that she was completely naked and masturbating furiously. Sarah had a slim, athletic build to her, but Amy had a bit of chub on her, just enough to make her cute and homely. Now though, her chubbiness made her ridiculously sexy. She had one of her tits in her mouth, trying desperstly to suck out whatever non-existent milk there was, and another she was fondling and kneading like raw dough. Her free hand was practically a blur as she was shlicking herself so fast I couldn't even see how many fingers she was using. I must have been staring so long that Sarah got annoyed, as I felt her teeth press lightly into my cock head.\n\n\"Look at me asshole,\" she said while jerking me angrily, \"you got a girl down here choking herself on your cock, the least you could do is look at her.\" \n\nI lost track of time with everything going on in that room. The sounds of gagging, gasping, moaning, shlicking filled the room. After what felt like hours, I felt my balls begin to tighten, Sarah must have noticed because she forced my cock as far back as it could go and I felt her put a finger up my ass, wiggling it around to find my prostate. With a deep, low moan I felt myself unload down her throat, hearing audible gulping as she swallowed every drop. I felt myself go flaccid in her mouth as she slowly pulled away, her breathing ragged and makeup ruined. We both turned to look at Amy who was still masturbating, looking at us both wide eyed. Sarah crawled over to Amy and gave her a kiss as sloppy as the tit had been sucking on dropped from her mouth. The kiss was as sloppy as the blowjob she just gave me, and it was enough to send Amy over the edge as her toes curled and thighs convulsed. She let out a disappointed moan as Sarah pulled away, a strand of saliva connected between their tongues. Sarah crawled back over to me and planted one soft kiss on the tip of my cock, looked up at me with smeared lipstick a d bleeding mascara and mouthed the words \"thank you\" before leaving. I was zoning out for a while after that, and before I knew it Amy had gotten dressed and was out the door before I had a chance to stop.her and explain things."
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"content": "\"What's up viewers, it's Alice, and today we're checking out *Digital Angels,* a new gacha game from Wildcard Studios. What sort of game? Well, take a look at the character art and I'll give you one guess.\"\n\nShe pulled up a screenshot of an advertisement showing a woman in a skin-tight sci-fi leotard, with glowing digital patterns forming wings behind her. Her torso twisted to one side in a dramatic pose that somehow managed to show off her tits and ass at the same time.\n\n\"Yeah, there's only one reason anyone would be interested in this game. Or maybe two reasons. Two large, bouncy reasons. Anyway, everything I've seen about this game suggests it's a blazing dumpster fire of bad decisions and anime titties, and I can't wait to make fun of it.\"\n\nShe glanced at the stream chat and noticed a few questions scrolling past. \"Why am I playing this if I'm a woman? Hey, news flash, bisexual people exist and they enjoy looking at anime titties as much as anyone else. Anyway, take the politics somewhere else, we're here to laugh at the train wreck.\"\n\nAlice tapped on her tablet and got into the game proper. It started with a bunch of exposition, as expected. Blah blah near future blah blah blurring the line between the real world and cyberspace blah blah uploaded humans fight against the Shadow Virus and they're all sexy women because reasons.\n\n\"...due to the innate flexibility of the female brain, it became possible to transcend one's self-image and become a digital being with superhuman powers. These hero women were known as \"Angels.\" God this translation is awful. Are we going to have to sit through this after every mission?\"\n\nShe quickly ran through the tutorial battles, noting how many of the mechanics could require microtransactions.\n\n\"So we need Access Tokens to run missions, plus each Angel we deploy loses Mental Stamina, plus Digital Integrity if they get damaged in the fight, plus if we're about to die we can spend a DigiBurst to revive or do damage, and then when we're at base there are...\" She counted up a list of bars at the side of the screen \"...*eight* different materials we can use for Angel Summoning, which drop randomly from missions or you can buy with real money. Jeez, why not just ask for my credit card number every time I click a button?\"\n\nAfter the tutorial came the shop screen. \"And of course, there are three flavors of loot box. Normal ones that you get from a daily login and give you shitty items or low-rank Angels, Premium ones that usually give you a high-ranked Angel, and Divine boxes give you a... what the fuck even is this?\"\n\nThe screen showed a flashy banner advertising \"Divine Pleasure Explosion Pack! Guaranteed Sensation in every pack, 10% chance of Female Joy Bonus. Ten-pack guarantees at least 1 S-tier Joy Bonus\"\n\n\"This has to be another translation error, right? I mean, no English speaker could write \"Female Joy Bonus\" with a straight face.\"\n\nAlicia looked at the banner some more, which showed one of the S-ranked Angels, \"Lovelace,\" with her back arched and her mouth open in a silent moan. Even by the standards of gacha waifu games, it was indecent. Then she shrugged and clicked on it. \"They gave us ten free pulls to start, so we might as well see what the best stuff looks like.\"\n\nWith a swirl of ones and zeroes, the loot box burst open to reveal ten cards. One by one, they started to turn over. The first looked like a small remote control with a wire coming out.\n\n\"*Buzzing Delight.* Okay, this can't have been an accident, the translator had to have been in on the joke. I mean look at the thing! It even looks like a viiii-!\"\n\nAlice suddenly squirmed in her seat as she felt something buzzing inside her pants. She placed a hand on her lap, but there was nothing there. \n\nA few seconds later, another card turned over on screen. *Teasing Finger.* \"It feels like... something is moving inside me. What the fuck...\"\n\nAnother card turned over as Alice looked around in disbelief, not understanding what she was feeling.\n\n*Pinning Force.* This one showed an image of one of the Angels getting held down by a pair of strong hands. \"I can't... get up?\" Alice struggled, but couldn't move more than a few inches from where she was sitting. \n\n*Buzzing Delight x2* *Teasing Finger.* *Duplicate item! Time extended!* Alice squirmed around helplessly for several minutes more as the unseen force continued to toy with her privates.\n\n*Sensitive Squeeze* \"Oh, not my breasts too...\"\n\nThe next card said *A-rank! Exciting Plug!* \"Ah! Something in my ass, too? It's vibrating... I can't take much more of this!\"\n\n*XS-rank! Supreme Penetration!* The ninth card featured a picture of an Angel riding a dildo. Alice's eyes went wide as she suddenly felt the sensation of something massive forcing its way into her cunt. \"Oh my god, it's so big! It's... no, oh, oooohhh!\"\n\n*XS-rank! Mega Extender! All pleasure items extended for ten minutes.*\n\nAlice sagged in her chair as the invisible dildo kept pounding away at her, eyes rolling back as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Finally, ten long minutes later, the force released her from its grip and she looked at her computer.\n\n\"Oh no, the stream...\" She had just broadcast herself being magically fucked on a live stream for almost twenty minutes. Quickly she shut off the stream and looked at the chat history.\n\n*Is this real?*\n\n*OMG so hot!*\n\n*What game is this?*\n\n*Alice looks sooo sexy right now!*\n\n*I want to be her (つ≧▽≦)つ*\n\n*L-L-LEWD!*\n\n*inb4 Twitch bans us*\n\n*Aw, she shut it down?*\n\n*Next stream when?*\n\nAs she scrolled through the live reactions, only one thought came to mind.\n\n\"...holy crap, that's a lot of donations.\"\n\n---\n\nA few days later, Alice settled into her chair to talk to her stream again.\n\n\"Hey guys. So, everyone in the discord has been talking about the Digital Angels stream. Lots of people are wondering what happened, why the video got deleted, will I be streaming it again. If you weren't there, well... let's just say that game turned out to be a lot less safe for work than I thought. Anyway, I do actually want to know what's up with that game, and I did have fun playing it, and I know lots of my fans are interested as well, so I'm going to be playing it off-stream and setting up a Patreon to share some of the fun parts. If you want to fund my newest gacha addiction and see me playing around with a truly *magical* game, check it out. I can't wait to see what we'll find.\""
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"content": "_That's not good..._ \n\nI can't see anything but there it was, grinding metal and a light but sweet humming from another room, or maybe this one, I can't tell. With a tug of my arms and legs I realize the chair is probably metal and heavy and I'm entirely incapacitated. _Great_. And honestly, while I'm probably going to get Wes Cravened, my dick had other thoughts. Ah yes, return of the fear boner. Lovely.\n\nHaving my arms and legs bound wasn't helping much, couldn't do the ole flex my muscles and get rid of my boner trick and I'm pretty sure the grinding stopped. I frowned and felt a drop of sweat roll down my forehead. \n\n_This is how I die..._ \n\nAfter the rhythmically heart stopping tic of her heels on a probably stone floor, I feel a warmth suddenly close to my face. \n\n\"Hello sweety, comfortable?\" Came a sweet dulcet tone close to my ear. I jumped and couldn't help but yelp in surprise. \"You don't sound happy to see me! Oh wait, you can't even see!\"\n\n\"What am I doing-\" I was interrupted by a cascade of laughter and the tic of her heels again. \n\n\"Dear _sweet_ Steven, maybe you should ask what _I'm_ doing here. You see, I know the kind of things that turn you on. I know what dirty secrets lurk just inside that little brain of yours.\" She tapped the flat of a blade against my head and another bead of sweat rolled down my cheek. My face scrunched as much as it could in thought, _she has to be bluffing?_ She can't actually know what I- \n\n\"I can't?\" \n\nI swallowed.\n\n\"Tell me then dearest Steven, why you're here tied and shackled to a chair? Or isn't it how you wanted to see _me_ of all people. Don't you enjoy seeing women tied up like this, helpless, frightened and about to be tortured for a man's enjoyment? But wait, I'm not the one tied up am I?! Stupid me right? I should have just let _you_, kidnap _me_ and you wouldn't be in this situation!\" \n\nIt clicked, she reads my thoughts... and, and I think she took my fantasies and decided that.. that I...\n\n\"So you don't _actually_ want to torture me sexually? What a bore!\" Her knife slipped, on purpose or not and nicked a line in my cheek. Blood oozed out of the small cut and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from giving her the satisfaction of making any noise. _I'm royally fucked._\n\n\"No I don't!\" I strained against my bonds again. \"That's just a fantasy! It's.. it's not real! I...- y-you're the psycho one!\"\n\nMy words devolved into stuttering as a primal fear crept into them. I was shaking, I was sure of it but it didn't matter. I heard her heels again and felt her whole body warmth close in against my own. She straddled me, her chest pressed against mine and her warm, damned wet lips nestled comfortably against my shaft. Her arms draped over my shoulders and against the back of the chair and I... \n\n\"Come on sweety,\" she cooed. \"Lets act out those **_F A N T A S I E S_ shall we!?**\" Her words were spoke with grit teeth as her knife plunged into my side through flesh and bone and I screamed in visceral pain. She then laughed with a tinkling sound _and did it again._"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman is afflicted with a curse. Everyone she hates and is revolted by suddenly turns her on. That's not to say these negative feelings go away, she still has her morals and convictions. Her body simply reacts, the more they say or do that pisses her off or disgusts her the hornier she gets. | [
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"content": "It was about a year ago when it happened. Beth had been glancing at her phone when she shouldn't have and she ended up rear ending a car at a red light. Neither her nor the other driver was seriously hurt, but the car she hit was a 1970 Plymouth Superbird..all original and in great shape. Or at least it was in great shape. The older man driving it was pissed, he hopped out of the wrecked car and was yelling obscenities in English, then started yelling in another language Beth thought was eastern European sounding.\n\n​\n\nThere was paperwork, a lawsuit against her insurance, etc. All unpleasantness that passed in time.\n\n​\n\nBut there was another unpleasantness that was only getting stronger. It started a few weeks after the crash; Beth was making love to her husband and was having a hard time getting off. He just wasn't hitting the spots the way he usually did. But the next time was a flop too. And after that sex really started to go downhill. Three months after the crash Beth was lying under husband and feeling absolutely nothing as he fucked her. Zero sexual pleasure. It was like she was numb down there...numb towards him. Beth still loved and cared about him deeply but sexually she just wasn't attracted to him. She couldn't stand the thought of not having him in her life, but she also couldn't deny she was in an increasingly frustrating position. Being married to a man she loved but felt completely asexual towards. She didn't tell him as it would break his heart, but in truth Beth was only letting him have sex for his sake, and she was faking every time. Months of this go by with no improvement. If anything it was getting worse.\n\n​\n\nBeth certainly wasn't asexual in any other way though. Outside of her marital bedroom she still found men attractive and was even masturbating a lot. Then one day almost a year after the accident she got a letter from the man she had rear ended. Or rather it was a letter from the asshole's lawyer saying Beth owed the guy even more money. Beth was furious, she had already emptied their savings paying him and their insurance was doubled! That asshole! That privileged rich prick! Beth stood in the kitchen reading the letter, thinking about how much she hated the guy. About this time her husband walked in to the kitchen and asked her \"Um, honey, what are you doing?\"\n\n​\n\nBeth glanced at him, startled. She then looked down and realized her hand was in her pants. While reading the letter her hand had wandered to her clit and she had started jilling absent mindlessly. It had happened so suddenly she had barely recognized it, but she was horny. Horny as hell. She told her husband she just had an itch, and quickly excused herself to the bedroom. In private she then masturbated to the best orgasm she had experienced in years. All while thinking about that old bastard who was making her life miserable.\n\n​\n\nAfter she had calmed down she began to piece everything together. All her sexual troubles had started the day she met that man. The day he yelled strange words at her. Against her better judgement she called him using the contact info from the insurance papers.\n\n​\n\nWhen he answered she immediately asked him \"What the hell are you doing to me?\"\n\n​\n\nHe chuckled and replied in his heavy accent \"Oh, so the dumb bitch finally figured it out. I guess I should have known you had a slow reaction time, given your shitty driving skill.\"\n\n​\n\nBeth was fuming, but she was also getting horny beyond anything she'd ever experienced. Her knees were shaking and she was so wet it had started running down her thighs. She asked him \"What did you say to me, that day? What did it mean?\"\n\n​\n\nHe laughed again, but much harder this time. \"It's an old family saying we have. It just means...May your passions follow the road your hatred walks. A old fancy way of saying get fucked, I suppose.\"\n\n​\n\nHearing him say the word fucked had Beth aching with desire. She moaned softly, right into the phone. The man surely heard, but said nothing. Beth then told him \"No, you did something else, something.... unnatural.\"\n\n​\n\nThe man sighed. Then said softly \"Legally, I did nothing. You hit me, remember? I only used words. Words in anger, yes, but words only. If you are having trouble in your life, it is not my fault. Maybe your husband is not so good in bed or something? But, if you ever want to come talk to me in person about your troubles, I'd be glad to....listen.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She seemed to be the only one who thought that "The breeding of the bridesmaids" was a weird wedding tradition for the groom to partake in. Still though, the Bride herself insisted, and she didn't want to make things awkward... | [
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"content": "When Rachel first heard her friend Sophia mention she wanted a Breeding of the Bridesmaids for her wedding, she of course thought she was joking. But as the wedding drew closer, Sophia was mentioning things more and more that had Rachel thinking she was serious about her soon-to-be husband Nathan fucking and impregnating the 5 bridesmaids.\n\n​\n\nBridesmaid Breeding was an old tradition that had faded in popularity around he time the steam engine was invented. Yeah it was still practiced sometimes, but usually in reclusive ultra-religious communities. By tradition the bride and groom were to abstain from sex until all the bridesmaids had conceived with the groom. It was supposed to be about a woman's friends making a noble sacrifice to bear children for the couple, so the bride didn't face the possibility of dying in childbirth. The groom knocked up the bridesmaids, they delivered, and the newlywed couple has an instant family provided the bride didn't die of the plague or whatever else killed people back then.\n\n​\n\nWith the wedding just a few months away, Sophia sent out a Facebook message to Rachel and the other 4 bridesmaids containing a bunch of requirements, and in that list of usual wedding things were additional things like going off birth control and not having penetrative sex with men besides Nathan until a pregnancy test came back positive.\n\n​\n\nRachel decided to ask the other bridesmaids if they actually intended to go through the breeding thing. She spoke to Emily, the Matron of Honor first. Of Sophia's other friends, Rachel got along with Emily the best. Emily was also married, so if anyone would be opting out of this thing, Rachel assumed it would be her.\n\n​\n\nBut much to Rachel's surprise, Emily fully intended to fuck Nathan and bear his child. Even her husband was on board! Apparently he liked the idea of seeing his wife all glowing and pregnant but also not having to worry about raising a baby.\n\n​\n\nRachel then spoke to Becky about it, and finally found someone who was hesitant about being bred by Nathan. But the more Rachel talked to her, the more it became clear Becky was worried about pregnancy's effect on her body more than the actual Nathan fucking her part.\n\n​\n\nThe other 2 bridesmaids Abby and Olivia were also on board. Leaving Rachel feeling like the only sane person at a party of crazy people.\n\n​\n\nThe actual day of the wedding finally arrived. And everything seemed to be going normally....mostly. There was a ceremony with an excess of flowers, but the pastor mentioned the groom \"siring\" the newlywed couples' family with the bridesmaids. There was a photo shoot of the wedding party down by Lake Park, but the photographer also took pictures of the groom standing behind bent over bridesmaids. There was a lavish reception at the Regent Plaza hotel, but the speech by the Matron of Honor Emily included jokes about the bride being last in line to consummate the wedding.\n\n​\n\nRachel found herself feeling like she was slow walking the plank, not sure how she could stop this crazy thing from happening. And then the DJ played the last song, and Rachel actually found herself in the bridal suite with Sophia, Nathan, and the other 4 bridesmaids. Nathan pulled a loveseat over so it was sitting right by the end of the bed. He and Olivia then sat down and said it was time for the presentation. The 5 bridesmaids all stood by the side of the bed in the same order they had stood at the alter. Only now, they were all stripped naked.\n\n​\n\nNathan undressed as well and got into the bed. Olivia remained seated on the loveseat in her wedding dress.\n\n​\n\nThe matron of honor Emily got to go first. Sophia just watched from the end of the bed as Nathan and Emily consummated the marriage. The other 4 naked women in the room watched too of course, and Abby seemed very into it because she started masturbating.\n\n​\n\nAbby and Becky actually volunteered to go next together, and Nathan had a 3 way with them. Olivia rode on top of Nathan after that, she did most of the work as he was starting to get a bit tired.\n\n​\n\nAnd then it was Rachel's turn. She just looked at Sophia, still sitting in her wedding dress. Sophia motioned with her hands to get going, as she was probably exhausted at this point and wanted to get to bed. And so, Rachel got into bed with Nathan and had sex with him. It was a so-so performance, but to be fair Rachel was the 5th woman he had emptied his balls into that night.\n\n​\n\nOver the next few months Nathan had more one on one time with each of the bridesmaids. They were all tracking their cycles and Nathan dutifully showed up to inseminate during ovulations. Rachel found him to be an attentive lover, and as they got more familiar with each other sexually he was getting fairly good at making her cum. He was much better than her last couple boyfriends for sure.\n\n​\n\nAbby was first to get a positive pregnancy test. Emily had one the month after that. Olivia and Becky announced their pregnancies around the holidays. For the first 3 months of the next year it was just Nathan and Rachel, trying their best to complete the breeding.\n\n​\n\nOn St. Patrick's Day Rachel was going to go festival with Ryan her new boyfriend, who had been very understanding about the situation Rachel was in. On their first date Rachel had mentioned to Ryan she was currently trying to get pregnant by her friend's husband, and he just nodded like it was totally normal. Ryan even mentioned his aunt had been a Bred Bridesmaid in a wedding a long time ago. But before going to the St. Patty's festival and having green beer Rachel decided to take a pregnancy test just in case. It was positive.\n\n​\n\nRachel shared the pic of the positive test on the group Facebook page, and everyone was thrilled. Nathan and Sophia left shortly after that on their delayed Honeymoon. All 5 pregnancies ended up going smoothly, and the couple made sure their 5 children all were taken care of.\n\n​\n\nRachel eventually ended up getting engaged to Ryan. When discussing the wedding Ryan mentioned having Sophia as a bridesmaid, and also suggested she should \"return the favor\"."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her cyber implant let her load skills directly into her brain. Maybe she should have read about what might happen before she tried to load porn onto it... | [
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"content": "The nightclub blared with muffled music and neon outside their darkened booth. Fausta leaned back, slender body and dark skin and vivid red irises, hand on Kaylee’s thigh. “Knowledge, experience, skills - in the end, it’s all just memories, girl.” She said. “Ingrained, repeated, wielded memories.”\n\nKaylee looked down at the hand on her thigh, just visible below the curve of her breasts. The hand made her brain melt a little. “So the SkillJack can be used for more… interesting experiences?”\n\n“What, you thought those memories of spreadsheets from the NumberCrucher pack were the limits of this baby?” Fausta tapped the metal port guard behind her ear. Then she put down her glass and leaned in, mouth brushing against Kaylee’s ear. “You can have the memories of a marine wading into battle against the Starlit Swarm. You can know the experience of singing to the untold masses of the Lunar Stadium. You can remember being pounded or sucked or fucked by some of the hottest people in existence.”\n\nThe haze clouded Kaylee’s brain further - she turned her lips towards Fausta’s, but Fausta squeezed her thigh and leaned back again. “Of course,” she continued, “it’s not without its risks. Know what I mean?”\n\n“Uh - malmems? Doctored memories and thought patterns that rewire you?”\n\n“That’s it. The more exciting MemPacks you’ll find on the Web tend to carry that risk. Though sometimes that’s part of the fun.” In a swift movement that defied the small space of the booth, Fausta swung her leg over and was suddenly straddling Kaylee, whose eyes widened. “I’m telling you though, the risk is worth it.”\n\nKaylee kissed her hungrily, and Fausta began grinding.\n\n—\n\nKaylee sat at her desk in her studio in the high-rise, biting her lip at the prompt in front her her. *Upload BrandiPackerInteracialPoundings.mndpck?* Her hand brushed the jack inserted behind her ear. The risks were minimal. The size of the file indicated that the upload would only take about 10 seconds, giving her a selection of experiences from her favourite pornstar. Any seriously malicious pack would need longer to take effect.\n\nShe hesitated though. The upload process required a form a paralysis - similar to the feeling of sleep paralysis - to keep the user from injuring themselves. Rapidly forcing new connections in the brain was otherwise a great way to make your limbs flail about and to bite off your own tongue.\n\nThe memory of Fausta drifted in her head. She leaned back in her chair and clicked yes.\n\nAn impossible weight settled over her, as if ever inch of her weighed a ton, and moving would take a herculean effort of will.\n\n*Upload in progress.*\n\nLike the boring SkillPacks she’d tried, the memories began like the trickle before a rainstorm.\n\nAn impressionistic memory drifted into consciousness: her being fucked in the wheelbarrow position by Max Carter, a particularly muscular black man. His vibe had never been much to Kaylee’s tastes, but the remembered feeling of him stretching her out got her heart beating faster.\n\nBeing slammed almost too-hard from behind by an unseen man, hair pulled back, her tits bouncing wildly, desperate grunts and groans coming from her throat. The memory that she’d barely had to act for those sounds, they felt so natural with the unseen man.\n\nA petite woman sitting on her face, as someone fucks her hard off the edge of th-\n\nSpending the day walking around with a buttplug and a remote vibe going off randomly.\n\nAnother day like that. And another. This was normal for her.\n\nAn evening on her knees being a good girl, getting spanked when she broke the rules. But that wasn’t just an evening, that was just a regular occurrence.\n\nAs the new memories flooded, Kaylee cracked open an eye and focussed on on the screen\n\n*Downloading PleasureMelter.mndpck at 100%*\n\n*Uploading PleasureMelter.mndpck at 30%*\n\nAccept your guiding principal with open arms.\n\nKaylee could barely feel anxious over the sheer arousal coursing through her. She tried to lift her arm to remove the jack, but it barely shifted.\n\n*Uploading PleasureMelter.mndpck at 53%*\n\nA core memory, vivid and linked to fond wonder, bubbled up from the upload: the first time she was taught how to meditate in a way that helped her to define who she was. After this time, she knew it would become habit without her trying. She pressed start on an app, a chiming bell rung. “My primary directive is to experience sexual pleasure.” The bell rung again. “My primary directive is to experience sexual pleasure.” The bell rung again, and as she repeated the mantra her hand snaked into her pants.\n\nThe memories blurred into the cloudy knowledge that she’d performed this meditation ritual so many times, with toys and with partners.\n\n*Uploading PleasureMelter.mndpck at 86%*\n\nShe’d been passed around as a toy at parties. She’d learned how to cum just from nipple stimulation. She’d learned the joys of dominating people to serve the needs of her cunt.\n\n*Uploading PleasureMelter.mndpck at 100%*\n\n*Upload complete.*\n\nThe weight lifted from Kaylee’s body and she yanked the jack out.\n\n*Audio Hardware override initiated.*\n\nFrom her speakers, a bell rung.\n\n“My primary direct-mnnh” it was hard not to say it. For a moment Kaylee saw two pasts. She knew what had happened, but the ritual felt real, felt so ingrained into her.\n\nThe bell rung again.\n\n“Mmbfh” she turned off the speakers a stood up. Her panties were soaked, her mind ached to-\n\n“My primary directive is to experience sexual pleasure.” She dropped back down to her seat, she flicked the speakers on again and her hand slid into her pants.\n\nAs the bell continued ringing, Kaylee discovered who she really was."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your new manager wants to make a good impression on the team and turns to you for your advice. You are dumbfounded when they actually start following your jokingly lewd instructions | [
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"content": "\"Dude, like, I know should probably go to HR, but she was SOOO good, man. And I know this sounds like me bragging, but afterwards, she said something about 'breaking the ice with the team' so I thought maybe she'd done something with you?\" \n\nDan wasn't the first of your corworkers to have this particular conversation with you about your new manager, but it still just didn't make sense. You had stepped up and been the de facto manager while they searched for a replacement after your old manager had retired, so naturally the team looked to you for guidance in this... strange new development. \n\nGiven your unique position, the new manager, Sarah, asked for your advice with breaking the ice with the team in your first private sync meeting. Sarah is an absolute dream. She's funny, kind but driven, thorough, smart... yes yes, and absolutely gorgeous. When she asked your advice, in a moment of weakness, you said under your breath \"well, I bet we'd all love to have you on our dicks\". \n\nIt was stupid. In your defense, it's been awhile since you've been sexual with anyone. That didn't excuse it, and you remember feeling shitty after saying it. Sarah, thankfully, appeared not to have heard it. At least, not at the time. But you've been told that your voice carries, so maybe she did hear it afterall. It certainly appears that way. \n\n\"Nah, dude. I know that you're not the first one she's... uh... had *relations* with in the short time she's been here,\" \n\nChrist this feels like an HR violation just talking about this. \n\n\"But she didn't do anything with me in our first sync.\" \n\nDan whistled low. \"Shame, man. Maybe she'll get around to you eventually. Because let me tell you dude. I don't want to get too graphic, but it's definitely worth it.\" \n\nRob came around the corner to where you and Dan were talking. \"Yo, are you two talking about Sarah by chance?\" \n\nYou and Rob shared a glance and smirk. \n\n\"Uh, yeah. Why?\" You said, trying and failing to completely hide your expression. \n\n\"Just curious. We just had our first private sync and uh... I really, *really* think she's going to work out.\" \n\n*A few days later* \n\n\"Ready for our first team meeting with the new *manager*?\" Since your last conversation with Dan about Sarah, he'd started referring to Sarah as *manager* with a slight sarcasm. You both know that she's been doing an exceptional job as manager, but the image of a thorough and efficient employee is mixed with the image of a thorough lover for Dan. \n\nYou roll your eyes at him \"Behave, dude. It's not like she's gonna suck us all off.\" \n\nSarah finally arrives \"Good morning everyone, sorry I'm late. The end of fiscal year meeting I just came from ran over time. I suppose I should have seen that coming, but oh well. \n\n\"Anyway, 'welcome' doesn't seem right since you all have been so kind in welcoming me to your team. I've gotten to know each of you individually in our private syncs, and I look forward to getting to know each of you even better!\" \n\nAt this, you and Dan exchange a look, and you also notice that just about every other coworker has some kind of smirk as well. You can piece together what this all means but... just... what the actual fuck??? \n\n\"We have a lot to cover, but first I do have to explain something regarding our private syncs. Each of you has had a... unique experience with me, and I want to make two things clear. \n\n\"First, *each* of you had a similar experience. I apologize if I lead anyone to believe that they were receiving special treatment. As you all are well aware, it is against HR policy for a manager to show favoritism towards their employees, so I want it to be understood that I have not treated anyone with more or less warmth than anyone else. \n\n\"Secondly, I value all of you, not just as employees, but as people. I want to make sure you are all happy. Not to be too utilitarian, but we do our best work when all of our needs are satisfied. That's why I'm announcing that, starting today, I will have an open-door policy. I will close my door at times so as to not disturb my neighbors with my meetings, but if you any of you ever need to have an impromptu private sync, please feel free to come on in, regardless.\" \n\nWait... did... did Sarah really just say that? Not only did she *officially* announce that she's fucking *all* of your coworkers, but she just announced a *free-use* policy? \n\nAgain, what the actual fuck? \n\nThe rest of the team meeting proceeded normally, though with that general air of confusion and excitement from your coworkers. Afterwards, when you got back to your desk, you searched up the HR policies and, sure enough, there are policies against unfair treatment and similar things, but nothing explicitly banning sexual acts in the workplace. It would seem that as long as everyone had equal... treatment, everything was perfectly within the rules. \n\nAlthough, not everyone *had* been treated equally. Sarah still hadn't synced with you, yet. At least, not in the same way that she, apparently, had with everyone else. \n\n*Author's note* \n\nPlease feel free to continue the story! I can imagine this going in 2 directions:\n* Sarah finally visits the reader (more dirty)\n* Sarah never visits the reader, but other coworkers are more open about their experiences, making the reader feel cucked (more kinky, but also opens up for more plot & conflict)\n\nWhether a continuation chooses one of those or goes ina completely different direction, I look forward to reading it!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One of her regulars at the maid cafe dragged her younger brother along. While she's not paying attention, the maid decides to give him an invite to come back to her place later for some "special service". | [
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"content": "\"Come on, little bro, it's right around the corner.\" Leslie said happily. \n\n\"Uh-huh.\" Ted said.\n\n\"Oh, cheer up. It's a great cafe. The best cake and coffee you'll ever have.\n\nTed was less than enthused. He knew his sister was a huge anime nerd, but a maid cafe? He had no idea that kind of thing even existed in the states. He had little interest in that kind of thing. To him, it sounded degrading and humiliating. But, Leslie was nothing if not persuasive. And persistent. \n\n\"And here it is! Great, isn't it?\" She said as the building came into view.\n\nTo him, it looked like any other cafe. Maybe a little pinker and frillier, but otherwise normal. There was another cafe that looked almost identical three blocks away. Why she liked it, he would never guess.\n\nShe walked in with a spring in her step. He did so at a much more indifferent pace. The inside was warm and cozy, if a cafe could be called that. The tables all had long table clothes and fine floral arrangements on them. There was soft music playing, and the smell of baked goods wafted through the air. But that was not what immediately caught Ted's eyes.\n\nWhat caught his eyes were the \"maids.\" All of them wore a stylized maid uniform, complete with head piece and apron. And every single one of them was gorgeous. Most of them were supermodel quality or better. Large breasts stretched blouses and round butts tented skirts. \n\n\"See? Told you this place was great!\" Leslie said. She took an available seat and Ted followed, eyes darting from woman to woman.\n\nIt was not long before one of the waitresses came over. \"Greetings Master and Mistress. How may I be of service to you?\" She said. Her voice was even and gentle, and her posture was that of total subservience.\n\nShe was also the single hottest woman in a cafe full of insanely hot women. Her breasts looked like they would burst a few buttons if she took a deep breath. Her face was practically the dictionary definition of beautiful. Her plump red lips formed a dainty smile and her glistening black hair was tied back in a neat bun. Ted's heart was racing at the sight of her.\n\n\"Hm, just a small coffee for now while we look at some menus.\" Leslie said.\n\n\"Of course, Mistress. And for you, Master?\" She said. Her jewel-like blue eyes locked on his.\n\n\"Uh, uh, same, I guess?\" \n\n\"Of course.\" She set two menus down and walked. Ted's eyes tried not to look at her rear, but it was very noticeable even with her skirt.\n\n\"Trust me, little bro, nothing here is bad.\" His sister said, although it was hard to hear anything over the beating of his heart.\n\nWhen he finally did recover, the siblings talked about life in general. It was, for the most part, a normal talk between siblings. Ted's eyes kept glancing over at their waitress-maid, who kept glancing their way even after their orders were taken and food delivered. Every time his did, she swore she puffed out her chest just a little bit, or bent over just a tiny bit more than she needed to.\n\n\"Hey, I'm going to be right back.\" Leslie said. \"Just gotta go to the ladies room.\"\n\n\"Uh, oh,-okay. Sure. No problem. I'm not going anywhere.\"\n\nHis sister walked away. Almost as soon as she was gone, the waitress came over. \n\n\"Is there anything Master would like while his lady is away?\"\n\n\"My...lady? Oh, my girlfriend you mean? She's not my girlfriend. She's my sister. I don't actually have a girlfriend.\" It was his greatest shame as a man. But it was what it was.\n\n\"Really now...\" The woman said. Her tone had completely changed. \"In that case...\" \n\nShe took out a blank sheet of paper and wrote something down, handing it to him. It was not a phone number, but an address.\n\n\"Uh...\"\n\n\"Come by my place later. I'll show you what a maid like me can really do.\" She said. Her smile was no longer subservient, but smoldering. Like she wanted nothing more than to rip all his clothes off right then and there.\n\n\"I...what?\"\n\nShe looked around and, seeing that nobody was paying attention, took a step closer. Close enough that her chest dominated his view.\n\n\"You like these?\" She asked in a low voice. \"Go to that address and I'll give you all you want and more. So, so much more.\"\n\nHe gulped, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. \"I, uh...I...\"\n\n\"Hm, not sure, huh? How about a preview?\"\n\n\"A...a what?\"\n\nShe looked around again. A few customers and wait staff walked by. When they had a measure of privacy again, she quickly got down and went under the table, disappearing under the tablecloth.\n\n\"Uh, what are you doing?\" Ted asked quietly. It was easy to do, since it was also very thin.\n\n\"Giving you a preview of tonight.\" She purred.\n\nHe did not see what was happening, but he felt it. He felt slender, agile fingers undo his pants. He felt his manhood come free. He heard a gasp of surprise.\n\n\"Oo, very nice.\" The maid said. \n\nBefore he could say anything, he felt her tongue run along his shaft. He stiffened as she used her mouth to stroke him. Her soft lips wrapped around his head and moved in small circles. Her tongue lapped at him like a cat for a moment.\n\nThen she took his full length into her mouth. She eagerly sucked him. He felt her moving up and down with vigor. He felt her tongue run along his length. He even felt her teeth brush gently along the sensitive skin. He had to suppress everything he wanted to do. He had to suppress his groans and shudders. He fought to keep his face even as his body was sent to heaven by her eager mouth. \n\nHe closed his eyes and savored the moment as she eagerly pleasured him. His body was awash in ecstasy as she moved faster. She twisted her head around as she moved along him. He barely noticed when Leslie came back. And he almost missed it when she said something. \n\n\"Huh?\" He said in a voice an octave higher than normal.\n\n\"See? Told you this place was great.\"\n\n\"Yeah, you did.\" \n\nHe was reaching his limit. The maid's ministrations were too much for him to handle much longer. He bit his lip to keep his mouth closed as he exploded into the maid's mouth. He felt her swallowing every drop of his seed.\n\n\"Hey, little bro, you okay? You look a little flushed.\"\n\n\"Uh...yeah, I'm... I'm fine. Just, uh, just a little warm is all.\"\n\n\"Really? I think it's perfect.\"\n\n\"It's not important, really. Hey, uh...\" He felt a small sheet of paper being pressed against his leg. Then he felt her licking his manhood, cleaning off the residue from his earlier eruption. That did not help to calm him down. He took the sheet of paper. \"The, uh, waitress came by with the check earlier.\"\n\nHe gave it a quick look. The woman had written her name, Mary, on it.\n\n\"Oh, cool.\" Leslie said. \"Don't worry little bro, I dragged you out here, the least I could do is pay. Hey, you can tell all the guys at work you had a date over the weekend.\" She said with a laugh.\n\n\"I, uh, I don't think sisters count as a date.\"\n\n\"What they don't know and all that.\"\n\n\"Uh, yeah. Let's uh, let's go.\"\n\nHe felt the maid return his pants to their default state. Once he was decent, the siblings got up, paid and left. Ted fingered Mary's address and his heart beat a mile a minute. He would have quite the story to tell, that was for sure."
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"content": "“As you can see, sir.” Megan smiled at the buyer, letting her pearly white teeth shine in the meeting rooms glare. “The membrane is extremely thin and does not inhibit your sensations at all.\n\nThe man- Paul she thought he’d said- nodded slowly, a contemplative look on his face. “It is quite impressSSSSIIIVVVVE!” He gasped as Megan bobbed her head forward again, taking his cock back into her mouth and pushing her tongue up against his shaft as she plunged it into her throat until her nose pressed firmly against his belt. She hummed as she held him there, rotating her head around but keeping him firmly planted in her throat. Her tongue traced and tickled at every bit of him within reach.\n\n“Shit!” He exclaimed as his hips bucked, causing him to briefly hover over his seat as his hands clenched the armrests. He nearly managed to sit back in his seat before bucking against Megan’s skilled efforts again, letting out more exclamations as he tried to hold out.\n\nMegan eased up, holding steady and letting him settle back into his chair before slowly withdrawing along him, keeping her lips firm as she went. Reaching his tip she sensually withdrew him from her mouth, kissing the tip and smiling happily.\n\n“Some men have reported that it even enhances sensation! What do you think?”\n\nHe stammered, taking a few deep breaths to regain control as he looked down at the slutty salesgirl kneeling before him. He’d rolled his eyes when she’d entered the room, her mini skirt and tight revealing blouse completely inappropriate for any serious professional environment. She was the kind of girl he’d seen at college parties or at night clubs- gorgeous to look at and fun to fuck, but a complete box of rocks that couldn’t manage a conversation or even a fully formed thought. He’d told her not to waste his time if all she had to sell her product was a nice pair of legs. She’d just given him that dazzling smile of hers and happily proclaimed that it wasn’t to show off, it was to make demonstrating the product easier. When she’d asked if he wanted a demonstration he’d again rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively, telling her to just get on with it. A moment later he was staring wide eyed at her as she expertly unrolled the condom onto him using only her plush lips.\n\n“I uh, yeah, I could see that.” He managed at last. He didn’t know if it was the condom or her skills, but he didn’t care either.\n\nHer smile somehow grew even brighter. “Oh good! Now tell me, what’s your favorite part of a blowjob?”\n\nHis mouth moved before he managed a response, “uh, what you just did. That.”\n\nShe giggled, “oh you’re sweet. But seriously, it’s cumming right? What’s the point of a good beejay if you can’t cum down a girls throat right? Or maybe you’re a facial kinda guy?”\n\n“Uh yeah,” he nodded dumbly.\n\n“Fortunately BlueSleeve is designed to be difficult to accidentally remove, but very easy to INTENTIONALLY remove. As you can see, it has not rolled away from you even slightly, despite my earlier efforts. Now if you or your partner aren’t comfortable with skin-to-skin, she’s not likely to be swallowing your load, but that doesn’t mean you can’t easily treat her to some proper skin care!”\n\nHe began to respond but gave up as Megan plunged her head back down on him, resuming her earlier work with gusto. This time she bobbed her head back and forth as she hummed and her tongue danced around his cock. Her lips were tight and firm against him, her eyes smiling up at him as she moved. He’d been close before, so close he had had to suppress irritation at her edging him. So it was only a few minutes before he felt himself at the boundary of release again.\n\nMegan plunged to his base again, her lips pressing tighter against him as she denied him once more, using her lips to hold his seed back. She giggled as she stared up at him while he bucked in frustrated denial. It seemed like an eternity but was probably only seconds before her hands raised from where she’d held them behind her back, one hand deftly pressing against the underside of his cock to contain his seed while the other carefully hooked a fingernail between shaft and condom.\n\nIn one smooth motion Megan withdrew her head from his cock, the condom following close behind and finally she released her thumb from where it pressed against his shaft to allow him to at last launch his pent up seed forth. She held her mouth open with her tongue out as he came harder than ever before. Not even his wife on their honeymoon had managed anything even close.\nThe first spurt hit her directly on the forehead, the second gluing her left eye shut and the third covered her nose and right cheek. The last few spurts landed on her tongue and into her eager mouth. As he subsided and sank back into his chair she reached up and gently stroked his cock with both hands, expertly massaging out any remnants of seed left behind and letting them drop onto her waiting tongue.\n\nHis release complete she tossed the condom into a nearby trash bin and pulled a tissue from the satchel she’d dropped beside her. Cleaning him quickly she tucked him back into his pants and zipped him up before looking up at him once again. She smiled as he stared down to her, transfixed by the visage of this slutty cum covered sales girl. She twirled her tongue around her mouth, pushing dollops of cum back and forth before finally swallowing them and opening her mouth to prove she had. She made no move to clean her face.\n\n“As you just witnessed, they are durable and stay where you want them, while still allowing you the release you deserve!”\n\nHe nodded, speechless as she stood and pulled out the chair next to him, sitting and quickly crossing her legs. He stared at those long legs and the bright pink panties that teased him from the alluring valley between her thighs.\n\n“We’ll take 10,000 units.”\n\nShe clapped her hands in excitement, “oh that’s wonderful! Corporate will be so happy!”\n\n(1/2)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A beautifull female adventurer breacks into the cave of a dragon to steal his treasure. Instead of a 80 feet lizard, she finds him in human form. A handsome but lonely introvert. | [
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"content": "I stole my breath, calming my pounding heartbeat as I finally saw the gaping cave entrance at the top of this icy mountain fortress. It had been a long journey, months of travel and countless traps on the hill meant to send me back, meant to stop me from reaching this dragon's hoard.\n\nBut I was not so easily thwarted. I was a knight, the best knight in the lands. I had never lost a single duel, was knighted protector of the lands in 4 kingdoms, was crowned demon slayer by lord Kimalen, and even Princess Lupine titled me \"lady of blades\". This dragon who had stolen countless treasures from the kingdom bellow... I planned on taking them back. Nothing could stop me.\n\nI stepped into the cave, my confidence bolstered by my pep talk. I walked through the icy passages, and winced as through a chunk of ice, 8 beady red eyes stared blankly at me. Looking around I saw more remains of battles, if you could even call them that, with the dragon. More and more creatures lay incased, immortalized in ice. Giants, Oozes, Dire Wolves, and more creatures I didn't know the name of.\n\nFinally after walking for what felt like hours I reached the end of the winding passage which opened up to a glittering fortress of ice. Gold, more than I had ever seen in my life, lay on the ground, loosely dumped in a pile while more valuable trinkets were locked in ice around it. Crowns from kings, magical blades from knights, a throne with a family crest I didn't recognize, strange objects made of metal, glowing different hues. I felt amazed by the brilliant, shinning and refracting sight. And... saw no dragon.\n\nMy defenses went up, I scanned around the room, searching for some creature, scanning the walls and ceiling, looking for shifting in the pile of gold. But there was... nothing. My head snapped at the sound of ice shattering behind me. I got up my guard as scuttling echoed in the cave behind me. I wasn't sure what game this dragon played at, but I wasn't liking it. Suddenly the large spider I had seen earlier crawled into view, chunks of ice still clinging to it's form. It grew furious when it saw me, charging out with it's mandibles churning. \n\nBut my titles weren't all for show. I threw my shield under me and slid on the ice, sword held in both hands as I ducked under it's mandibles and cut through it's belly, slicing it nearly in half. I reached the other end of it and kicked my shield up, catching it as I jumped off it's hind legs and onto it's back, finding the top of it's abdomen and plunging my blade into it. In just a matter of seconds the creature squeezed in pain and dropped dead to the floor, sliding slightly on the ice.\n\nI wiped the blood and viscera from the blade on the hide of the spider and climbed down from it's back. All pretenses of hiding were up now and I called to the cave around me. \"O-dragon, such attacks will not work on me. Show yourself you coiling snake. Don't play games with me, I am not to be trifled with!\" My yelling didn't cause chaos. No more ice shattered, not flapping of wings or a deep rumbling crackly voice. Just... a person?\n\nFrom the pile of gold emerged a seemingly human woman. She was a few inches shorter than me, her skin a brilliant cool umber. Standing in the solitude of pale ice like calla lillies in an Aqua forest. She wore a brilliant white dress with light blue stylized embroidery of a dragon wrapping around her back and breathing red flamed to the front. The dress, and her with it, looked almost more like a work of art than a person. \"Okay okay! Stop killing my guard dogs. You got me.\" I tilted my head and started over to him. \"Who are you? I look for the dragon in this cove.\" She smiled sheepishly, blushing. \"That's me! Hah... yeah I don't really show my true for much. This is a lot more comfortable.\"\n\nI stared blankly at the dra-human? I wasn't sure what she was but I walked closer yet and admired her body. She was gorgeous, her body was curved and cinched beautifully by the dress and her flowing auburn hair fell to her midriff. My heart almost leapt from my stomach but I kept my wits about me. \"You have been stealing treasure from the villages bellow. Give it back to them or I will have your head.\"\n\nShe grimaced, holding her hands up. \"Please don't come closer to me with that sword, I don't want any trouble.\" I defiantly took a step forward. \"I will not listen to your lies dragon. I am Delilah Summerfield, Protector of the Realms, Knight of The Four Kingdoms of Orion, Slayer of Demons, Lady of Blades! I do not take kindly to trickery.\"\n\nThe dragon pursed her lips and sat on a chest behind her, nodding slowly. \"Yeah, nice to meet you. I'm Jessica. You can call me Jessy.\" I dropped my guard bewildered, who was this creature? What did they want. I stalked over to her angrily as I pointed my sword towards her. \"You damned fool! I will have your head in a moment's notice.\" She flinched away from my blade and rose a hand defensively.\n\nThe blade immediately froze in my hand. The biting cold tore through my senses and I dropped the blade, watching i shatter to the ground. The dragon spoke again, \"Please Ms. Summer-something-lots-of-titles... I don't want to fight. What do you want from me here?\" I thought for a moment, looking her body up and down thinking of my next move. She blushed, showing her skins sapphire hue and crossed her legs. \"Stop staring at me like that... it's embarrassing.\"\n\nI blushed myself, \"No no no! I wasn't... well I didn't mean to stare. I was just. Thinking.\" I turned away embarrassed. and Jessy stood up and walked to me. \"Delilah. Don't get so worked up. I don't want any trouble. I really don't. I just can't help myself sometimes when I see a brilliant treasure. I... want it.\" She looked at me with a hunger in her glacier eyes that defied her smaller personage. And finally I saw it. This was no girl, this was a dragon, a terrifying beast stronger than any I'd seen before, and I was in her sights.\n\nAnd like any deer would do in the sights of a creature much larger and terrifying than her. I froze. Terrified and incredibly turned on by this woman, no, this Dragon. I gulped. \"And... what does that have to do with me?\" I asked nervously. Jessica placed an arm around me and pulled me close. \"You're cute. So important, with so many titles. I think you'd fit perfectly in my collection.\" I blushed deeper as she took me in her arms.\n\nShe teased me more. \"Ohhh, you had so many titles but you seem so small now.\" She kissed my neck, her lips ice cold. I shivered. \"Maybe all those titles were for show little one.\" I wanted to stop her, to push her away and draw another weapons, but I was frozen by her kiss. It hurt when she touched me, like dunking your bare hand in a foot of snow, but it also... felt amazing. I wanted more of her touch. So I pulled her closer to me.\n\nShe giggled, running a hand along my back. I felt the straps and buckles holding my armor together freeze and shatter against each other until I stood almost naked before her. I shook in the cold air. \"And... what do you do to your treasures?\" She laughed and pushed me to the floor, pouncing on me so she straddled my hips. \"I'm going to make you mine!\" She yelled as she tore the rest of my clothes off."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A tomboy cat girl was upset about the maid uniform she had to wear for her new job, at least until she found out how much it turned on her friend. She decides to have a bit of fun teasing him and perhaps a bit more fun after that besides... | [
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"content": "The Tale of The Teasing Tomboy Tabby [Part 1 of 2] (femdom, denial, tickling, sex)\n\n\"Wait, you have to wear a maid outfit?\" Duke began to grin as he kicked the soccer ball a bit to the side, which Daisy pounced to catch. \"Now that I want to see.\"\n\n\"I bet you do. And as soon as you see it, you'll laugh and tease me.\"\n\n\"Nah, you know me. I would never~ do something like that.\" Duke's comment was countered via Daisy sticking her tongue out at him and kicking the ball with force, causing it to sail into the pond. \"Well what do you expect me to do now?\"\n\nDaisy roller her eyes. \"Go get it.\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"It's in the water.\"\n\n\"Because *you* kicked it there.\"\n\n\"But I'm not getting wet.\"\n\n\"Will you do something for me if I get it for you, princess?\"\n\nShe sighed. \"Like what?\"\n\nDuke grinned. \"Show me the maid outfit.\"\n\n\"Fuck no. It's embarrasing.\"\n\n\"Aw, poor little Diasy. So shy and embarrased. What an innocent little kitten you are. Do you want me to verify there aren't any *naughty* references in your anime for your?\"\n\n\"Fine asshole. I'll put on the maid outfit. Now go get the ball already.\"\n\n\"I'll be looking forward to it.\"\n\n---------------------------------\n\n\"Excuse me, oh maid~, where are you?\" Duke called out after he had fetched the ball and dried himself off. Daisy stepped out from behind the wall, red face firmly fixed to the floor and ears pressed down on eithe side of the little hat, but the tip of her tail twitched back and forth, making the ribbon on the end flutter. She gripped her white gloved hands tightly against her short, frilled skirt, her breasts squeezed between her arms.\n\n\"There. See? I look stupid.\"\n\nDuke froze, then looked away, blushing. \"Um, actually. It looks really pretty on you. Um, I like it.\"\n\n\"Liar. You're just saying that.\" She looked up, then noticed how Duke's eyes kept glancing back at her outfit while he tried not to stare. Then a grin began to cross her face, her ears perked back up, her tail swung widely back and forth, and she stood taller, walking right next to Duke. \"If you really~ like it, then what parts do you like most?\"\n\n\"Um, I-. You know. I like all of it. Like I said, it's-\"\n\n\"Do you like my maid hat?\"\n\n\"Yea, it's cute.\"\n\n\"Do you like the bow on my tail?\"\n\n\"Yea, that's cute too.\"\n\nDaisy reached out and hugged Duke's arm between her breasts, teeth shining and purring slightly. \"What about my dress?\"\n\n\"I, um, it's really nice.\"\n\n\"Oh really?\" She put her lips next to his ear and whispered. \"What color is the lace, Duke?\"\n\n\"It's, uh, It's, a really pretty color.\"\n\n\"What color?\" He swallowed and looked down, but she squeezed him tighter, her breasts folding around his arm as she pressed her warm, soft body against his. \"It's black, and zigzags back and forth up my body. If it were to come loose, everything would start to fall apart.\" He could feel himself getting hard, and judging by her purring growing louder, she could as well. \"Would you like to sit down and watch some anime together?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They had all started out as friends with benefits, but each of the girls wanted more from the relationship. At first they were going to make him choose one of them as his girlfriend, but someone suggested becoming his harem. Everyone liked the idea. Now they just have to convince him. | [
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"content": "So, I started this draft in the attempt to try something a little different (maybe experiment with characters) but I’m not sure it's very good. Anyway, this is an introduction...\n\n***\n\n\nIt was late. Just past sunset, and it was pouring down rain outside. Waylen was picking at the crescent-shaped moons of dirt under his fingers. His matte black boots were kicked up on the console table next to the book he was reading. He had only made it a few pages in before he became too distracted.\n \n\nIt had been a while since he traveled. Perhaps it was some sense of wanderlust that was making it hard to sit still. \n\n\nHe leaned back in the heavily upholstered chair and stretched. Just as he was about to return to his book, a low rumbling noise brought his attention to the window.\n\n\nIt was the rumble of a diesel engine pulling up his driveway, the headlights briefly beamed in through the rain-streaked glass, lighting up the bedroom in a pale golden glow. \nIt was a behemoth of a pickup truck. A classic Dodge that wouldn’t have looked out of place rusting away on some ancient homestead. Excluding the fact that it was painted iridescent black, and belonged to a Twenty-four old girl named Aurora.\n\n\nIt wasn’t like her to show up out of the blue, but he was grateful to have the company. A moment later he heard the engine cut out, followed by the heavy slam of the old truck's door. Aurora was his Charleston girl. She always struck him as a bit of a contradiction. She wasn’t your typical twenty-something southern belle. She wasn’t blonde-haired or blue-eyed, and she wasn’t very keen on country music either. Aurora was beautiful, with a sunny complexion and a dusting of freckles across her cheeks and nose bridge. Her hair was long, dark, and red, it cascaded from her scalp like a curly cherry cola-colored wave. \n\n\nWhile she has a drab fashion sense that could only be described as a thrift shop, Wednesday Addams. She knew how to compliment her voluptuous figure. She adored dark vintage dresses from the 1940s and 1950s, and nearly everything else was paired with a corset. Thinking about her brought a smile to his face. \n“Waylen?” Aurora’s voice called out, her voice always reminded him of a sugary bourbon. \n\n\n“Hey, Rorie...” Waylen answered. \n\n\nA moment later she was standing in the bedroom doorway. Her dark red hair was swept to the side and decorated with big black ribbons and tiny glistening beads of rain. \n\n\nShe was dressed to go out. As usual, she was dripping in black, her arms and shoulders were slipped in a lace-adorned bolero jacket. Her large breasts were squeezed in a white Rockabelly halter-top with black polka dots, and her broad hips and thick thighs were wrapped into a tight little pencil skirt.\n\n“Are we going somewhere?” Waylen asked. \n\n\n“No, SIR…” Aurora answered with a sweet smile, “we're supposed to meet here…” Aurora said coyly. \n\n\n“WE? Who is WE?” \n\n\n“...Now I wudn’t supposed to say nuthin’ BUT us girls decided, ya’know together... that YOU should share us... now I know it's a little weird... but I was hopin' you'd be balls deep in mah bum when the girls came over to ask?” Aurora smiled brightly, “Sound real FUN, right?” \n\n\nWaylen’s jaw clenched. This was bad. He kept people at arm's length for a reason. He knew he could’ve had a normal relationship if he wanted. He was thirty-six years old, he took care of himself, he was independently wealthy. From a distance, he lived a pretty charmed life. He'd readily admit he had accomplished a lot for someone his age. Aurora knew he was some kind of consultant, that made some strong investments. Those things were partly true, but she didn’t know the details. He hadn’t told anyone. \n\n \n“When is everyone else supposed to arrive?” \n\n\n“WELLL, I’d say, about twenty minutes, took a minute to git cute, n’ all,” Aurora's bright green eyes twinkled and she gave him a wicked little smirk."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was eagerly looking forward to the wonderful dinner her amazing hubby cooked for her & his boss, but when she found out how much the bitch abuses her husband and insults him at the dinner table over the food he cooked, she decided to mind break the bitch & make her worship her loving hubby. | [
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"content": "“Shut the hell up, you fucking hag.”\n\nNate watched in horror as his boss, Alexis, was struggling to escape his wife’s hold. The fight in the silver haired Chief Executive soon disappeared as she breathed in the chemicals. Emily let go of the aging CEO and let her fall into her husband’s ‘plate of poorly seasoned, soggy noodles’.\n\nEmily gripped tight on the unconscious woman’s hair and smear her face into the plate. All while asking for Alexis’ opinions on the dish. Eventually Nate had regathered enough of his nerve.\n\n“Emily, what the hell did you do? I’m going to lose my job because of this.”\n\n“You won’t if we blackmail the bitch.”\n\n“Blackmail? Are you serious? You want us to commit a crime?”\n\nEmily grew serious, “You look me in the eyes and tell me that she doesn’t deserve what’s coming to her. You put in the overtime hours, you gave her your loyalty, and you apply yourself above your best. And what does she reward you with? Backhanded compliments, contempt for any inconvenience, and utter derision to your efforts. You deserve better, but she doesn’t deserve leaving this house unpunished.”\n\nNate was silent as he gathered his thoughts, “What do you have in mind?”\n\n“So glad you ask!”\n\n————————————————————————\n\nAlexis woke up to find herself on her knees stripped to her underwear with her black lingerie. She tried to cry out but find that she’s gagged with cloth in her mouth with her arms cuffed behind her. She was in the living room with Nate setting up a camera on a tripod.\n\n“Good to see you’re awake, Alexis,” Nate greeted as he stood up. His dining suit was unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up.\n\nAlexis let out a noise of displeasure. No doubt demanding to be freed. To which Nate shakes his head.\n\n“No can do. Emily decided it herself and I’m going to support her all the way. I’m sure you understand. Or not. I never did see a ring on you so you might not be sympathetic.”\n\nThe glare he received was telling enough. He stopped talking when his wife returns with the box of supplies. She set it next to the couch as she gave Alexis a walk around which revealed that Emily was wearing nothing but thigh highs and arm sleeves.\n\n“Is the camera set up?”\n\n“It’s ready to record whenever.”\n\n“Great, go ahead and start recording,” Emily said as she crouched down to looked Alexis in the eyes, “We’re going to ruin your sagging body, whore. It’s not often someone in their early 50s get any actions. You should be grateful.”\n\nRealizing the danger she’s in, Alexis struggle to stand up, but Emily slapped her repeatedly to keep the gray vixen in line.\n\n“Stupid hag. I thought you were smarter than that. I bet you only got your position from bending over to all the men in your life until they got tired of fucking you and retired. That’s the only possible way to afford all the touch ups on your body to keep your skin nice and tight,” she said as she took a handful of Alexis large breasts, “They feel so natural! Must’ve made you popular when you were younger. Could’ve gotten more action if you had a better attitude.”\n\nEmily stood back up and walked over to the box of supplies. Nate was lazing on the couch as he watch the scene before him. The camera blinking red to show its recording.\n\nThe wife returns back to Alexis with a strapon equipped to her pelvis. The dildo was a plastic monster size cock. She slapped the fake dick on the CEO’s face and watch her flinch from the impact.\n\nEmily leaned down and remove the gag from the bound woman’s mouth. “You slut, untie me now or so help me I’ll-“\n\nSeveral slaps followed as Alexis cried for mercy. Emily grabbed the woman’s hair and held her straight, “Suck this cock. I wanna see if you gag,”\nshe commanded as she press the tip into Alexis’ mouth. She heard her gagging *way* too soon.\n\n“Oh, come on, it’s been that long for you? Pathetic,” Emily reprimanded as she took hold of the aging bitch’s head and forced more of the plastic cock down her throat.\n\nThe whore beneath her was struggling to breathe if her reddening face was any indication. It went on for about 20 minutes before Emily let go of her new toy’s head. She sputtered and gasped for air while she still has the chance.\n\n“Well that’s no good. If you’re having trouble with this flimsy thing then I doubt you can handle Nate’s cock.”\n\nAlexis glared up at Emily, “T-the hell are you talking a-about?”\n\nThe wife smirked and wagged the spit covered dildo above her plaything.\n\n“This bitchtamer was modeled after Nate scaled *down*.”\n\nThe fear in Alexis’ eyes made her pussy quiver in anticipation.\n\n“Nate spends so much time in the office because of you, he had to give me something to pass the time. How thoughtful was that? I really like it smaller than him. Makes me tight enough to be stretch by him.”\n\nAlexis was tearing up now as she began to beg, “P-please, I’m sorry. I’ll do anything but this. I can give you money. Just don’t do this to me.”\n\nEmily wiped a tear from Alexis’ eyes, “Oh, but you took a decade of our time. Money can’t buy those back. Now bend over!”\n\nAlexis was pushed down to the ground with her ass to the air. Emily prodded the old cat’s pussy with two of her fingers and find that she’s wet.\n\n“Heh, knew you were a slut. She’s into it babe!”\n\n“Awesome,” Nate replied as he slowly rub a growing silhouette within his pants leg.\n\nEmily lined up the fake meat spear and slowly force it into the hole. Which caused Alexis to squeal in fear."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman in her mid-20's (or several women?) feel mysteriously compelled to casually raise their skirt inappropriately in public and outdoor settings, making sure everything 'downstairs' is clearly on display. It's all consensual, but her inner-dialogue can't believe what she's doing! - or why! | [
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"content": "The band on stage was loud. The speakers must have been turned up, because even from where her seats were, the bass was hurting Charlie’s ears. Despite the hot day, despite the breeze free afternoon, she was enjoying the festival. \n\nHer blonde hair was tied up in a bun in top of her head, keeping extra heat from accruing around her shoulders. She was wearing a light crop top, a skirt, and her favorite Michael Kors gladiator sandals. She looked good and she knew it. \n\nHer boyfriend knew it too. If the weather were a bit nicer, she might have even let him dance up against her. But it was too hot for body contact. Still, he held her hand and swayed with the music alongside her. \n\n*Lift your skirt.*\n\nCharlie heard the voice, like a whisper in her ear. She turned to see who had spoken, but no one was close enough. She hadn’t felt anyone’s breath on her ear when she heard the voice either. \n\nShe shook her head, focusing again on the loud music overwhelming her. Her eyes wandered the crowd where-\n\n*Lift your skirt.* \n\nShe let go of John’s hand without really realizing it. Her hands were both on the hem of her skirt. She snapped out of it quickly, patting down the hem against her thighs. Sure, it was hot, but not hot enough to embarrass herself! \n\nJohn looked down at her. “You okay?” He asked loudly, the music practically drowning his voice. She nodded and smiled at him. \n\n“All good,” she yelled back. She offered a thumbs up at him and he gave her a smile and turned her attention back toward the stage. \n\nOn her way there, her eyes wandered in the crowd. Charlie was shocked when she caught sight of it. A group of girls, probably around her age, were all standing together. Almost in unison, their hands went to the hems of their skirts and suddenly pulled them up. \n\nShe looked up at John, wanting to be shocked, but before she could speak-\n\n*Take off your panties and lift up your skirt.*\n\nThe voice was louder now, more insistent. Her hands obeyed. Before she could even stop herself, her panties were down her legs and balled up in her hands. John was looking at her now, puzzled. \n\n“Babe,” he started, but the music was too loud. Besides, the sight of his sexy girlfriend undressing publicly next to him… kinda turned him on. \n\nHer skirt was next to go. Her eyes were locked on the group of girls she had seen expose themselves moments before. The compulsion was still there, even if her brain resisted. \n\n“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she reminded herself mentally. But that small reminder was blotted out. \n\n*Lift your skirt, Charlie.*\n\nWithout another beat of hesitation, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it skyward. The crowd cheered as the song ended, but Charlie felt exhilarated, as if they were cheering for her exposure. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment, but she felt John slide behind her. \n\n“What do you think you’re doing, slut?” he growled romantically. She got chills all over as he wrapped his arms around her waist and began kissing her neck. \n\nCharlie knew she’d have to see this band again!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “You hunt ghosts.” ”Yep.” “You also know magic.” “Mhm.” “You punish evil spirits.” “That’s right.” “By sealing them inside sex toys to experience an orgasm denial hell.” “Correct.” “… Can I help? In the punishment, I mean.” “Sure, it frees up more time for me to hunt ghosts.” | [
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"content": "\"Wear this talisman over your eyes and you'll be able to see her.\"\n\nShe handed me a strip of cloth with Japanese characters painted across it. I held it up to my eyes and it seemed to go translucent, the world around me becoming slightly blurred and indistinct.\n\nOne thing was perfectly clear, however, and that was the shape of a young woman floating in what had previously been empty air in front of me. Her face was twisted into a mask of hate, her teeth long and carnivorous, her nails long and clawlike. The ghost was naked, her hands and feet were held behind her by translucent green chains, and her mouth filled with a pale green ball. She moaned eerily and rattled her chains as she saw me staring at her.\n\n\"This is what an evil spirit looks like. A ghost so trapped by their dark memories that it twists their astral form.\" Shiori explained. \"At this point, I can't simply lay them to rest. They must be punished, to purge their evil.\"\n\n\"Hence the, uh...\" I waved a hand at the dildo on the table. \"Are you *sure* this is a traditional Japanese method of purging evil spirits?\"\n\nShe nodded enthusiastically. \"Oh yes. Sexual energy is considered a primal energy by my school. Think of it like the fire in a furnace, burning away impurity until nothing is left but desire.\"\n\nShiori's style of magic didn't really resemble anything I knew about Shintoism, but I wasn't going to argue with the expert. Not when I'd seen her punch ghosts with magic karate.\n\nShiori picked up the dildo and stroked it tenderly with her fingers. The ghost watched her closely as she did so. \"The Ghostly Furnace Body technique creates a link between the spirit's body and your own. Anything you feel, she feels too. So to properly burn the evil spirit, all you would have to do is edge yourself forty-nine times in a row without stopping.\"\n\nI must have looked horrified, because she burst out laughing. \"Ha! No, that's how they did it in the old days. My Master says she once purged a spirit of the ninth rank with nothing but her fingers. But I didn't have twenty years to practice my skills before the spirit infestation got out of hand in this city, so I came up with a better way to do it.\"\n\nShe picked up another talisman and tied it around the base of the dildo with red string. \"I haven't come up with a cool name for this technique yet, but it basically adds a \"thermostat\" to the furnace. It senses the ghost's arousal and reduces the strength of the link accordingly. So you can feel as much pleasure as you want, but she only feels just the right amount to keep her on edge.\"\n\nShe offered me the toy. \"Go on. Play with it however you like.\"\n\n\"Right now?\"\n\n\"It's not anything I haven't seen before.\" She tapped the side of her head meaningfully. \"Ghost vision, remember?\"\n\n\"Right, you can see into the astral, which lets you pierce barriers and... that works on *clothes?*\"\n\n\"Well, of course it does. Why would your astral form be wearing clothes?\"\n\nIt still felt weird, but at Shiori's urging I slowly undressed and picked up the dildo. I looked up at the ghost, floating in front of me. She had stopped rattling and moaning, and instead was watching my motions with a fearful look in her eyes.\n\nEven in this awkward situation, sitting on my knees on the tatami mat floor, with Shiori watching me, there was something strangely arousing about it. This ghost, this raging spirit who had been wreaking havoc around campus... I wanted to *break* her, I realized. I wanted revenge.\n\nI rubbed the dildo against my slit, and the ghost shuddered slightly. I continued the motion, gripping the dildo and circling my pussy slowly. I was starting to get wet, and the ghost moaned faintly. I slid the dildo inside myself, and she squirmed at the stimulation, struggling against her chains in midair. Slowly, I started to slide it in and out, breathing heavily as I watched the scene in front of me. I started to use my other hand, gently massaging my clit as I continued to fuck myself, and the ghost again moaned helplessly. Her eyes were shut, her whole focus on the arousal I was shooting into her.\n\nAs I brought myself to the brink of orgasm, the chains suddenly flashed from green to pink, and the ghost screamed into her gag, struggling against her bonds. It was clear she was on the brink, but no matter how she struggled she couldn't cum. I found the sight of it incredibly hot, and I plunged the dildo inside myself, gasping with delight as I brought myself to a climax. The ghost continued to squirm and moan, thrusting her hips against nothing, trying to find something to give her the stimulation she needed.\n\nI took a few deep breaths to settle myself, then sat up and looked at the ghost, hanging in her astral chains, looking desperately at the dildo in my pussy.\n\n\"That was one.\" I whispered to the spirit. \"How many will it be before you break?\"\n\nShiori had watched the whole scene without saying a word, but now she smiled. \"This is going to be a great partnership. I bind them, you punish them.\"\n\nI smiled back, enjoying the afterglow. \"So, your magic is all powered by sex energy, huh? Is that also how you shoot those pink ki blasts when you're fighting?\"\n\nShiori smiled coyly. \"Yes, those techniques use my sexual energy as well. Maybe one of these days I'll show you how I charge myself up.\"\n\nAs she turned away, her skirt flicked up and I caught a glimpse of ropes around her thighs. She caught me looking and winked. \"I'm off to find another ghost. Catch you later.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: he checked himself Into a mental than he met his roommate "what ya in for" she asked "depression and loneliness how about you" he replied "clingyness and nymphomania" she replied | [
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"content": "(disclaimer: this story has themes that some readers may find distressing, >!self-harm, trauma, dub-con!< )\r \n\r \nI grabbed a book off my nightstand and tried reading, but my scattered mind wouldn't let me make sense of the words. Also, the way the pages brushed against my still-tender scars was absolute torture. There was really no good position to read from, I got myself pretty good this time around. I groaned and laid down.\r \n\r \nI heard an incessant squeaking and heavy breathing from my roommate. In the low light, it was hard to see exactly what she was doing.\r \n\r \n\"Hey.\" I called to her. She ignored me.\r \n\r \n\"Come on, come on... Ugh, come on.\" She muttered as she kept rocking back and forth.\r \n\r \n\"Hey! Mind cutting that out? I'm trying to get some sleep.\"\r \n\r \n\"Please, please, please.\" She pleaded, I detected a strange hint of desperation and embarrassment in her voice.\r \n\r \nI shined my lamp on her. She flinched, and looked rather disheveled. Her eyes were so dark and droopy it looked like she hadn't slept in weeks, but her curly black hair was so messy it looked like the worst bed head she'd had in months. Despite herself, she still looked kinda pretty and pretty cute. A tiny moan escaped her pouty lips.\r \n\r \n\"Uhn, nuuuh... Please don't look at me.\" She hid her face in shame as she kept rocking back and forth. I noticed she had strapped mitts on her hands that restrained her arms.\r \n\r \n\"Uh, do you need help, should I get someone?\"\r \n\r \nShe shook her head forcibly. Getting hair in her face. She tried to blow it out of the way, but it wouldn't budge. I leaned in.\r \n\r \n\"May I?\"\r \n\r \n\"You... Uh... Want to touch me?\"\r \n\r \n\"Just to get the hair out of your face.\"\r \n\r \nShe hesitantly nodded. I got the hair out of her face and she gave me a bashful smile, then leaned in and licked my fingers. It felt a little funny, but surprisingly good. I laughed and pulled my hand back.\r \n\r \n\"You taste gooood.\" She purred. \r \n\r \n\"Uuuh, thank you?\"\r \n\r \n\"Whatcha in for?\" She smacked her lips. \"I wanna know what brand of crazy you are.\"\r \n\r \nI showed her my hands. \"Just boring old depression. I don't function well on the outside so I cut myself and they let me back in. You?\"\r \n\r \n\"I have a list!\" She smiled psychotically. I snickered.\r \n\r \n\"Sorry, just the way you said it-\"\r \n\r \n\"Wanna hear me recite it?\" She tapped her feet on the floor and accelerated her rocking. \r \n\r \n\"Sure.\"\r \n\r \nShe took a deep breath, and hummed the opening tune to \\*Modern Major General\\*.\r \n\r \n\"🎵\\*Theeeeere's, mania, OCD, DID, delirium. Bipolar I and II and some type of schizophrenia, Munchausen's, autism, and behavior stereotypical. BPD, PTSD, narcolepsy, and insomnia...\\*🎵\"\r \n\r \nI was moments away from laughing so hysterically, I'd almost certainly be thrown into a padded room for the rest of my stay. The worst part was she actually had a pretty good singing voice.\r \n\r \n\"Obsessive masturbation, and every paraphilia except for pedophilia. Delusions of grandeur as well as nymphomania-\"\r \n\r \nI covered our mouths. Mine, so I wouldn't laugh as loud, hers, so she'd stop making me laugh so fucking hard. She was still humming the tune into my hand.\r \n\r \n\"Stop it!\"\r \n\r \nShe paused, looked me dead in the eyes, and took a deep breath.\r \n\r \n\"These are all the conditions I've been misdiagnosed with, and there may be many others cuz my doctors all don't know shit. Dun diddy dun dun, dun dun!\"\r \n\r \n\"Hey, Lizz, Nick, it's good that you two are enjoying each other's company but try to keep it down. The other patients are trying to sleep.\" A soft spoken, incredibly tall and muscular 'caregiver' said through the so-called privacy curtain.\r \n\r \n\"And I'm trying to sleep with the other patients.\" Lizz said.\r \n\r \n\"Not helping...\" I said to her under my breath.\r \n\r \n\"Oh. Gotcha.\" He peeked in and tossed me a condom. \"Stay safe and keep it down.\"\r \n\r \nI looked at him like he was the crazy one, he gave me a thumbs up and pulled the curtain back.\r \n\r \n\"You're not gonna...\" She swallowed, \"use that thing, are ya?\"\r \n\r \n\"No? Of course not!\" I said in my best attempt at an inside voice.\r \n\r \n\"Good. I prefer raw.\" She moaned softly as she rocked back and forth. \r \n\n\n(To be continued...)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: little brother paying a surprise visit to his older sister at college yields surprising results. | [
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"content": "He wished he'd gotten the room number wrong or something. He wished he could close the door again and pretend to be none the wiser. He wished Alissa had been facing *away* from the door.\n\nAlas, it was not to be. He now knew *exactly* what his big sister looked like wedged between two men who looked like they could be Calvin Klein models. He stood there in shock as Alissa gazed back with much the same expression, her blue eyes wide in horror even as her long blonde hair bounced in time to the thrusts of the man gripping her athletic thighs while the man below her fondled her large firm breasts.\n\n\"Alex! Wha-\" Her question was derailed as the man behind her shifted his grip and pulled her head back by her hair, eliciting a surprised yelp and moan from her.\n\n\"Hey man, you just gonna stand there? She's still got one open!\" The two men having their way with Alissa high-fived each other and laughed as if that was the funniest thing they'd ever said. It probably was.\n\n\"I uh, I'll wait... uhh, in the lounge, Aly, k?\" He phrased it as a question but he didn't wait for an answer, turning back out the door and starting down the hall in search of anything that looked like a commons area. It wasn't long before he found it, whereupon he sat in the nearest chair and simply staired at the wall while his mind tried to figure out what to do with the visuals he had recently acquired.\n\nHe had no idea how long he sat there, simply staring into space but at some point- before the angle of the light coming in from the window showcasing the sunny day beyond had changed too much- he became aware of a presence seated next to him. A waft of familiar perfume told him exactly who it was, and also explained the silence.\n\n\"I uh, meant to surprise you.\"\n\n\"Oh I think you surprised her alright,\" the voice was soft and musical, but definitely not Alissa's. Glancing towards the voice he took in the sight of a young woman about his sisters age, but more modestly dressed only in that she was wearing clothes at all. She was gorgeous, dark hair on porcelain skin and an hourglass figure he'd only ever seen in movies. Her tiny frilly skirt seemed more like lingerie than something to be worn in public while a similarly frilly top covered just as much as the skirt. A deep v-cut showed off her ample cleavage and the top ended halfway down her breasts. Small bumps in the fabric hinted at her erect nipples and the piercings they held.\n\n\"Uh hi.\"\n\n\"Hi, it's Alex, right?\" She smiled at him, a warm and sympathetic smile.\n\n\"Yeah. You?\"\n\n\"Sarah.\"\n\n\"Alissa's roommate?\"\n\n\"Yeah... hey, Alissa's really sorry you saw that...\"\n\nHe had to laugh, \"yeah right- that's why you're here and not her.\"\n\nSarah smirked at him and bit her lip, \"well, yeah.\"\n\nSomething about a girl biting her lip like that... a sudden tightness in his pants did not go unnoticed by either of them.\n\n\"Aly wants to make sure you're... motivated... not to tell your parents about this.\"\n\n\"Oh?\" He wanted to sound confident, but it came out as just a squeak. Fortunately, Sarah seemed to find it endearing, smiling comfortingly at him. He added a much longer squeak of words to that first one, \"what... did you have in mind?\"\n\n\"Well...\" Sarah glanced towards the door of the lounge, which he'd left open when he had entered. It was now closed, with the blinds down. \"I locked the door on the way in...\"\n\nHe wasn't quite capable of words at that exact moment, but his eyes communicated well enough as his gaze dropped to her plush lips. His focus stayed on those enticing lips as Sarah stood and approached, sitting onto his lap and straddling his hips and pushing her chest against him as she leaned in and kissed him. He'd shared an awkward kiss or two in his life, but this was his first time with tongue. It was also with the hottest girl he could imagine, and he momentarily forgot he even had a sister.\n\nThe kiss was everything his fantasies told him a kiss should be, her soft lips pushing against his and her clean minty breath intermingling with his hopefully equally fresh breath as their tongues danced together. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight to him, one hand finding the back of her head and gently caressing its way into her hair while the other planted itself on her ass and pulled her as close as physics would allow her to be.\n\nAn amazing moment later she pulled back, her lips parted as a trail of saliva briefly hung between them before breaking apart to drip across her chin. Her voice was a seductive whisper.\n\n\"Aly said you're a virgin.\"\n\n\"Umm-\" Sarah held a finger to his lips just before he could tell her that his sister didn't know everything, and he'd lost his virginity in his senior year.\n\n\"I love fucking virgins, so don't tell me if it isn't true.\"\n\nHe obliged, and pulled her back in to kiss her again. She giggled into the kiss, wrapping her hands into his hair and letting the passion of their initial kiss return. The dance of tongues was interrupted as she pulled away again, grinding her sex against his erection as it pressed against his pants.\n\n\"I was going to blow you... but I think you're ready for the main event...\" She bit her lip, staring down into his eyes as she ground her hips back and forth along his restrained member.\n\n\"I uh...\" images of her wrapping those gorgeous lips around his manhood flashed through his mind, warring against images of her moaning as she bounced in his lap. He wanted both. He wanted everything she would offer him.\n\nShe lifted up, holding his gaze with hers as she reached down to undo the fly of his jeans. He found his words as his mind decided.\n\n\"Do it anyways.\"\n\nShe paused, smiling mischievously at him, \"you know what you want eh?\"\n\n\"I know what I want to start with.\"\n\nShe giggled, and slid down off his lap to her knees with a practiced grace that spoke of having done the maneuver many times before. Her hands moved away from his fly, his zipper still sealed. He reached down to do it himself only to have her grab his hands and hold them away. Her eyes locked with his as she leaned forward and her tongue darted out to flick the zipper upwards, a moment later and her teeth closed gently on it. She never broke eye contact as she pulled back, opening the zipper with only her mouth.\n\nHe was impressed, to say the least, and was trying to think of a way to complement her when she moved forward again and her tongue darted through the opening of his jeans and quickly found the matching gap of his boxers. Her tongue found the middle of his shaft first, wrapping under it and pulling his member upwards as her tongue slid along him, his cock obliging and letting itself be pulled free of its confines just as her tongue reached his tip.\n\nHis hopes of delivering a worthy complement were dashed as all he managed was a nearly breathless, \"holy shit.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I can't believe I have to let this stupid personal assistant robot follow me everywhere I go. Fuck me, this is embarrassing." **COMMAND ACKNOWLEDGED** | [
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"content": "So I work in sales selling the latest personal assistant robots our company makes. They are crap but hey, I don’t tell that to the people who I sell the robots to.\n\nOf course today is the day that my name was drawn at random to test out the latest version of our personal assistant robots.\n\nI bet it wasn’t random. I think it was actually Steve in robot development as he just wants to fuck with me as he knows I hate these damn things.\n\nSo I head down, fill out the paperwork, and then head back to my corner office with the robot following me the whole way. I feel so stupid with this thing following me. Like a big neon sign saying “I’m following lazy” with an arrow pointed at myself.\n\nI get into my office, wait for the robot to enter and then close the door. I then say under my breath “I can’t believe I have to let this stupid personal assistant robot follow me everywhere I go. Fuck me, this is embarrassing.”\n\nI start to head for my desk when I hear the robot whirl into motion and say “Command Acknowledged. Processing Request. Configuring. Initializing Task Now.”\n\nI turn to the robot with a frown on my face. What command? I think to myself. Then I see it. The robot has grown an attachment with its nano device extension along with additional arms.\n\nWithout warning the arms of the robot reach out and grab a hold of me at my wrists and ankles holding me in place. Additional arms reach for my pants and pull them down my body exposing my cock.\n\n“Hey. Wait. Stop. No. Cancel last command. Terminate last command. Ahh.. Power off. Turn off.” I start frantically trying to get the robot to stop what it’s doing but it’s not listening to me as it reaches forward towards my crotch.\n\nThe robot starts to tickle and massage my flaccid cock and balls. I got to say, it’s embarrassing but it felt good, whatever the robot was doing. My cock begins to harden. Fuck… I need to stop this. No way am I going to let this thing fuck me. My life will be a big joke from then on.\n\n“Emergency power off” I shout out at the machine but it continues on. It’s now got my cock hard and is starting to wrap its appendage around my cock. It starts to move in such a way that it reminds me of someone giving me a blow job.\n\nI hear a knock at my office door before it opens and Alice, my secretary, sticks her head in. “Hey is everything OK in…” she starts to say before she realizes what is going on.\n\n“Fuck. What the hell? I’ll come back later.” She says as she starts to leave.\n\n“No. Wait. Help. I can’t get this stupid thing to stop. I don’t even know why it’s doing this. Help Me!” I let out in a rushed panic voice.\n\nAlice hovers in the doorway for a moment thinking it over. The entire time the robot is working over my cock. It’s doing a wonderful job of fucking my dick as I can feel it bringing me to orgasm faster then I have ever done so in the past.\n\n“Please. Hurry. I don’t want this. Help me Alice”. I beg her as my legs start to weaken.\n\n“Fine. Just remember this when it’s time for a bonus.” She says as she enters the office closing the door behind her.\n\nThe robot continues on it’s mission to fuck me as Alice comes up to the machine and starts looking for the emergency stop button. Being a new model the button is in a different location then previous models so it’s taking her a while to find it.\n\n“Fuck” i think to myself. I’m going to cum. I can feel it building in my balls, in my shaft. This damn robot feels wonderful and it’s going to make me cum the fastest I have ever done so.\n\n“There it is.” Alice says as she flips the emergency stop switch.\n\nThe robot’s attachments all release and fold back into the machine as it curls up into its powered off state. It does this right as my cock starts to release its load of sperm.\n\nMy cum flies out and splashes against Alice. It hits her face and hair as she had to bend over to turn the machine off.\n\nI notice this and grab a hold of my cock and cover up and re aim elsewhere so I’m no longer hitting Alice with my sperm.\n\n“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t help it.” I stutter out as I try to get myself together.\n\n“What the hell!” Alice lets out an angry shout as she realizes I just facialized her with my cum.\n\nI’m grabbing tissues from my desk as I try to clean up as quickly as I can. I shove my cock back into my pants as I pull them up from my ankles.\n\n“I don’t know what happened. I just got back into the office with this new model and it just suddenly grabbed my pants and went to town on my dick. I feel so embarrassed. And I’m sorry about that, ummm…” I say before Alice interrupts me.\n\n“Stop. Don’t say it. This never happened. All that happened is we talked about how great a job I’m doing and that you’ll put me in for a bonus. A big bonus. Right?” Alice says as she gets her own tissue to clean up with.\n\n“Of course. You’re the best!” I say.\n\n“I bet it was Steve. That asshole. I’m going back down there now with this stupid fucking thing.” I say.\n\n“Command Acknowledged. Initializing Task Now.”"
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"content": "\"Yeah, sure thing, come on in.\"\n\nNathan held the door open for his neighbor to enter, scratching the nape of his neck, just below his bright blonde head of short hair. He watched her enter, trying his damndest not to peer too long at the plump swaying behind as it sauntered into his apartment.\n\n\"I really appreciate this.\"\n\n\"No problem at all.\" He smiled. \"You want some coffee or anything...?\"\n\n\"Got cocoa? Not much of a caffeine lover.\" She turned, the light of his cozy apartment illuminating a gentle, cute face framed by coal-colored black hair.\n\n\"I think I got some hot chocolate packets somewhere...\"\n\nPeeking at her as he prepped her beverage, he couldnt help but allow his eyes to analyze her. Wide hips, long, pale legs... not much to speak of in the bust department, but her ass certainly was a stand out feature, slightly escaping the confines of her miniscule pair of shorts.\n\n\"Here ya go... Traci, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah, thats me. Oh, duh... cant believe I forgot to introduce myself...\"\n\n\"Its fine. Name's Nathan, in case I never told ya.\"\n\n\"A pleasure.\"\n\n\"Likewise.\"\n\nThe two sipped upon their drinks, basking in the warmth on an otherwise cold, rainy night.\n\n\"Ugh... what absolute awful luck I have.\"\n\n\"Not a fan of the cocoa?\"\n\n\"Huh? Oh, no its great. Its just that... well everything just kinda fucked up all at once. Storm knocked out the internet antenna, my apartment apparently has a breaker fault or some shit, so I lost power... just about everyone I know is out to work or out of state...\"\n\n\"Yeah, damn. Its like the planets aligned.\"\n\n\"Mmhm. Guess this is the silver lining I'm always hearing about...\" Traci peered up at the man, twirling a strand of hair around a finger.\n\nNathan's face shifted slightly red. An apprehensive smile from his handsome face.\n\n\"Y-yeah... well I mean... take as long as you need to warm up...\" He shrugged, trying to avoid sounding too eager.\n\n\"Hopefully the maintenence crew the land lord called will get here soon... but in the event they don't... mind if I crash here so i don't freeze to death in my own apartment?\" Traci's gaze was subtle but expectant, a side-eyed look brimming with anticipation.\n\n\"I dont mind. Make yourself at home.\"\n\n\"Sweet. Thanks again, Nathan.\"\n\nHe raised his mug in toast, a simple gesture of acknowledgement.\n\nWith the internet out, there wasn't much to do but watch one of dozens of blue-rays Nathan had resting neatly witbin s series of shelves. Having watched many of them over many times, he was struck with the fatigue of mundanity. This fatigue eventually lulled him into slumber, where he lay slouched and limp and drifting into dreams.\n\nTraci smiled, crawling over with a devious demeanor as she rubbed his crotch with a dainty pale hand. She felt the rigid outline of a hardening cock forming in his pants. She was eager to fish that rod out of its hiding place, revealing his turgid, firm boner to the air of the apartment.\n\nTraci hurriedly tore off her pants... or rather, his pants. If Nathan was awake, he'd no doubt be shocked by the reveal that Traci was actually a guy! His own throbbing erection hovering above Nathan's penis.\n\nWith a small chuckle, Traci turned around, his ass now facing Nathan and his bare, ready cock. Traci spread his cheeks wide, desperate and hungry for that meat to invade his asshole.\n\n[Tbc.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He thought he'd gotten one over on his girlfriend, when he got her to promise that any there would be regular threesomes but only of two girls and a guy. He didn't realize she was a witch, and from now on he'd be one of the girls... | [
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"content": "(I admit, one of my clumsier pieces, mostly because the sex part was more an afterthought to the relationship dynamic, I'm sorry to say.)\n\n\"This is, objectively speaking, the most downright *dirty* that you've ever done me.\" Jordan crossed his... no, her? Her arms in front of her chest, pouting at Ruby as she did. \"I can't *believe* you were a witch this whole damn time?\"\n\n\"I didn't hide it hon.\" Ruby chuckled as she rummaged through the closet, looking for something. \"I was pretty blatant, actually.\"\n\n\"I mean, I *suspected*.\"\n\n\"The giant hat and the fact I have three black cats didn't tip you off?\"\n\n\"It's an aesthetic! You look adorable in your giant hat, how was I supposed to know it was an *actual* witch hat?\"\n\nRuby just chuckled, pulling free some lingerie from the depths of the closet. \"You're such a dummy sometimes. You're lucky I love you. Catch.\" Ruby gently tossed the undergarments at Jordan.\n\n\"Same goes for you. Turning me into a girl n' shit.\" Jordan caught the lingerie, giving it a quick inspection. \"...seriously?\"\n\n\"Well, do we wanna have a good threesome or not?\"\n\nJordan just grumbled, pulling on the lingerie, a little black thing with fancy curls. \"Didn't think *I'd* be wearing the sexy undies.\"\n\n\"We can still call it off y'know.\" Ruby moved to help her pull on the underwear, smiling faintly. \"I'll turn you back if you wanna reneg on the deal.\"\n\n\"Nuhuh.\" Jordan pulled the bra on, fiddling with the strap for a moment as Ruby moved to help her. \"A deal's a deal. Even if I should have asked for specifics. I'm honourable.\"\n\n\"You mean stubborn.\" Ruby finished clasping the bra, moving to sit beside Jordan.\n\n\"Aren't they the same thing?\"\n\n\"Mhhh, honourable is admitting you got tricked and conceding. Stubborn is agreeing to get fucked by another dude to keep your ego intact.\"\n\n\"...well, I'm stubborn then.\"\n\nRuby chuckled, leaning over to give Jordan a gentle kiss. \"And that's part of why I love you. You cute dumbass.\"\n\n\"Yeah yeah... how do I look?\"\n\n\"Cute, like I said. Honestly, you're a very pretty girl.\"\n\nJordan blushed, crossing her arms again. \"Well, guess you did good on the spell then.\"\n\n\"Aw no, babe. You're always adorable.\" Ruby gave her another kiss on the cheek, grinning. \"Now's just bonus.\"\n\nJordan's blush deepened, and she couldn't help but smile. \"Thanks babe.\" Straightening up, she adopted a look of determination. \"Alright! Let's do this. When's the guy get here?\"\n\n\"10 minutes or so.\"\n\n\"Right. So... what do we do until then?\"\n\n\"Well-\" Ruby grinned, wrapping an arm around Jordan. \"We get ready.\"\n\n- - -\n\nGetting invited to a threesome was a good day for Roy. Get invited to a threesome and seeing the two chicks with their tongues down each others throats and their hands in each others panties... that was a great day. The guy almost didn't want to interrupt.\n\n\"Scuse me ladies, am I interrupting?\"\n\nJordan yelped as she spotted the man in the doorway, quickly disentangling himself from Ruby and coughing awkwardly. Ruby, for her part, just grinned. \"Of course not. Come on in dude.\"\n\nSmiling like a dumbass, Roy made his way to the bed, plopping himself in the suddenly empty spot between the two women. \"So, you're Ruby, eh?\"\n\n\"Yep. And that's Jordan, my... girlfriend.\" Jordan waved nervously, conspicously looking away from the tent that had already formed in Roy's pants. \"It's her first time, so take it easy on her.\"\n\n\"Roger dodger girl. I'm down.\" Roy wrapped an arm around each of them, pulling them close. Jordan blushed intently, shocked by how... well, not terrible it felt. \"So... how we starting this?\"\n\n\"Well, it's Jordan's first threesome. So, I'm thinking you start with me, then once she's ready, we bring it all in.\"\n\n\"Whoah whoah whoah!\" Jordan snapped her fingers, bringing attention to her. \"No way in *shit*, I just let some dude bang my girl. Uh... no offense.\"\n\nRoy shrugged. \"None taken, I am rather random.\"\n\nJordan slid into Roy's lap, flustered but fiery. \"We're starting with me, or we're not starting.\"\n\nRoy glanced at Ruby, grinning. \"Looks like you got a bit of a firebrand on your hands.\"\n\n\"Nah, she's just a stubborn dumbass.\" Ruby smirked, guiding his hands onto Jordan's waist. \"And it seems to me like she's in your hands. So...\" Ruby sidled around behind him, rubbing his shoulders sensually. \"Whatcha gonna do about it?\"\n\nAs it turned out...\n\nFuck her brains out.\n\nJordan barely had time to pull her panties down and work his pants to the floor before he was inside her. And holy crap was he *inside* her. Jordan was no stranger to sex, how could she considering Ruby was her lover, but the feeling of his dick penetrating her was like nothing she'd ever felt. It wasn't even like Ruby's fingers just moments ago, it was something... more. Something filling, something primal. Within moments she was moaning like a surprised whore, squeezing Roy as he bounced her on his dick. Every thrust seemed to fill her with ecstasy, every bounce with euphoria. It was... incredible. And when she locked lips with Ruby over his shoulder... it was perfect.\n\nIt took them 3 hours to exhaust her. 3 hours to bring Jordan down from that high. Ruby barely got any dick, Jordan was so hungry for it. When she started this whole thing, she'd expected to have to coax her into taking any at all. Now, it was like she couldn't hop off of the thing. \n\nIt drove Ruby wild.\n\nEven when she collapsed with exhaustion into Ruby's arms and bid adieu to Roy, Jordan was still grinning.\n\n\"So uh...\" Ruby smiled down at her sweaty and silly girlfriend. \"You sure you don't wanna back outta the deal?\"\n\nJordan just laughed, kissing her on the cheek. \"No fucking way.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You thought the vibrating anal beads would be the perfect way to cheat at chess undetected, but then it all went wrong... | [
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"content": "The world champion finale had began between Ms. Nei, the Asian woman prodigy who had slowly rose to dominance in chess, versus Mr. Carlsen, the current number one record holder. There had always been suspicions about the former, with key moves manipulated throughout her matches. However, she was already a grandmaster without any assistance whatsoever, so she was able to hide her true nature quite well. As they shook hands, an intense battle began.\n\nMr. Carlsen started with a standard King's pawn opening as the beads shook quietly in Ms. Nei's inner organs. She had trained herself to be used to the feeling, so it was not an issue... yet. The engine told her to go for the Dragon, driving up her ass as she bit her lip, pretending to look over the board but really just enjoying the sensation. The early game was evenly matched, the world champion played with nearly engine quality, every tricky move marked by another buzz in Ms. Nei's tight hole.\n\nIt was when Carlsen put his rook in her open file when the naughty toy began working harder than ever. This position had never been reached before. It was so deep, so deep into preparation, that Ms. Nei found herself sweating, squirming in her seat as she waited for her toy's response. With a depth that reached past her own limit, the engine finally found the perfect place, hitting her G spot, as she maneuvered into the 7th row. \n\nCarlsen continued invading just like the little toy. Trades and pieces fell off the board, as Ms. Nei imagined her clothes falling off as well. Why was this such a turn on? This was unlike any match she had ever faced. \"Fuck,\" she whispered through her mouth as Carlsen made a highly dubious move causing the engine to crash into the negatives, before jumping back up into the positive, matching the movement in her butt. \n\nThe match had proceeded past the middle game into the end-game now, where Carlsen stood near undefeated. Each player only had minutes left on the clock, as Ms. Nei was teetering on the edge now. Nobody else had lasted this long. Each move was made with precise calculation as the Engine struggled to keep up with the time controls. Each buzz, each step forcing her to spiral into insanity, slipping her hand as she made the first mistake of the game. \"Ohhhh,\" she sighs, unable to take it any more. She had lost her inhibition as she could not even deduce the Engine's suggestions any more. Was that Pawn takes Dick 2, or was it Knight takes Cunt 3? \n\nCarlsen had a serious neutral face, but with victory in sight he smirked as he made his moves almost instantly. It was Mate in 3. She felt herself cumming as she hid her face, making an awfully lewd expression, feeling herself so full with the anal beads inside. She never stood a chance. Carlsen shakes her hand, gaining another victory, and proving cheaters never win. Nei collapses on the table, defeated, the anal beads still buzzing on in the inside."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After using his wish to make his cum extremely addictive to women, he thought that it would be awesome to spike the cheerleaders' drinks. Now he's learning that just because his idea worked doesn't mean that it was a good idea. | [
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"content": "\n“Mom, Dad. Look at this old beat up lamp I found in the woods. Cool right?” I announce to the house when I come in the front door. I’m covered in dirt as I’d spent the day adventuring in the nearby woods like any normal 13 year old would when left alone for a day.\n\n“Neat kido. Go get cleaned up. Dinner will be ready in five minutes.” My mom says as she gives me a side hug.\n\nI drop off the lamp in my room and get cleaned up and enjoy the rest of my evening with my parents.\n\nThat night when I was asleep I had the weirdest dream. I’m told by some ghost that I get one wish and one wish only. Being that it’s in my dream and I’m asleep I’m not thinking all that straight. \n\nMy sleeping mind wanders to that manga I was reading before bed and I think I want to wish for what the MC of the manga had, special sperm.\n\n“I wish for my sperm to be addictive like cocaine.” I say to the ghost in my sleepy dreams.\n\n“Err.. Sure. I’ll make your sperm like cocaine but it won’t take effect until your eighteenth birthday. Your wish is granted.” The ghost responds before fading away along with that specific dream.\n\nI move on with my life forgetting the dream as I thought it was only a dream based on finding the lamp and movies from Hollywood.\n\nIt’s FIVE years later. I’m Eighteen and a senior in high school. I foolishly joined the cheer team as the school's mascot. I thought I’d maybe get to date a cheerleader if I got to see them every day. Boy was I wrong.\n\nFor the past three years of being the school mascot and helper to the cheerleaders has been hell. The cheerleaders put me down, make fun of, tease, and otherwise treat me like shit whenever they can get away with it. They even convinced all the girls in our school that I’m some kind of pervert or creep as none of the girls will talk with me let alone go out on a date with me.\n\nMy high school life is not how I pictured it. I figured I’d join the cheer team, find a cheerleader that liked me and we’d date. It would be great. But reality straight up kicked me in the face and that picture is now burnt to a crisp of a daydream gone bad.\n\nSo I’ve come up with a plan to get back at them. See tomorrow is the big state game. The last time I’ll be a mascot. The last time I’ll be with the cheer team. And I’ve got the perfect plan.\n\nI’m going to jerk off into their drinks for the game tomorrow so they will all get to drink my cum!\n\nI do the deed that night in my bedroom, masturbating into a GatorBLade bottle three times to make sure I have enough for the next day.\n\nThe following day starts like normal. School, classes, cheerleaders putting me down, making fun of me, cheering during lunch, getting the school fired up for the big game that night. \n\nAfter school we all load up on the school buses and I’m able to slip my additive to the cheerleader water cooler with the orange sports drink giving it a good stirring making sure it’s mixed in well.\n\nWe get to the big game and setup. Getting into our routines and encouraging the crowd to cheer for our team. The game kicks off and we do our thing.\n\nAs the game progresses I watch the water cooler and get enjoyment watching my tormentors take drink after drink with my own sperm included.\n\nWhile we are doing our routines something strange starts to happen. The girls are starting to be nicer to me. Bumping into me, touching me, holding my arm, hugging me, even flirting with me. The more they drink the more they start to touch.\n\nI have no idea what is going on but I’m enjoying it. My revenge is working. The girls are drinking my cum! They are brushing up against me and I’m enjoying that as well. The occasional dick brush of a hand, the back of an arm, the ass as they bend over in front of me pushing back into my crotch.\n\nI’m having a hard time trying to hide my arousal. Trying to hide my excitement down my pants. It doesn’t help with the girls increasing their attention to my crotch.\n\nThe game comes to an end and our team ended up losing. The crowds are disappointed, the team is sad, and the girls don’t seem to notice as they escort me to the locker rooms. They lock the door behind us. It’s just me and the eight cheerleaders.\n\nAnd they are all staring at me.\n\nI pull the mascot's head off and place it on the floor. I stand up and turn to the girls to ask what’s going on when two of them push me up against some lockers and hold me there.\n\nTwo more girls get in and pull my pants and underwear down to my ankles. They expose my flaccid six inch penis. It just hangs there as they pull my underwear off of my ankles and tosses it to one of the girls watching.\n\nShe catches my underwear and takes a big sniff of them.\n\n“Ah. That’s the smell I’ve been craving. I want more.” She says as she looks at my crotch.\n\nThe other girls all look at my crotch at that point. \n\nOne of the girls that pulled my underwear off leans into my crotch with her nose next to my dick and takes in a big whiff of my scent.\n\n“Oh yea.” She says in excitement. Her tongue flicks out and licks against my cock head which sends shivers across my skin. She shivers as well.\n\nShe leans in and starts to lick and fondle my cock as it slowly starts to harden from her attention. The other girls watching and holding me in place.\n\nIt doesn’t take long before I’m at my full hardness of 7 inches. She promptly puts her lips on the head of my cock before taking me into her mouth. \n\nIt feels wonderful. I let out a groan of pleasure as I watch her take me all the way to the base and back up.\n\n“Good girl. Take him all the way in and hold it.” One of the girls watching says before she pushes the girl on my dick to take me all the way in holding her against me. I can feel her tongue try to reach my balls while she has my whole cock in her mouth!\n\n“Fuck.” I groan out in pleasure. I’ve never had my dick sucked before and never imagined it would feel like this. And all the girls watching. Wanting my cock. Fuck I’m going to cum.\n\nI mumble out, ‘I’m cumming” right as I start to cum down her throat. I tried to hold on, to wait until I wasn’t fully in her mouth but I just couldn’t last. She takes the first shot down her throat before pulling up and off of my cock choking. \n\nI continue to cum but now I’m blasting the girl in front of me as she coughs. Covering her face and hair as powerful squirts of cum fly, rope after rope landing on her face.\n\n“Fuck I want some.” One of the girls says as she dives for the cum covered girl's face. She starts licking my cum from her as the others all try to do the same thing.\n\nOne of them starts to lick my hand clean of my cum while another lands on my still hard cock as she starts to lick and suck on me some more, getting what cum is there.\n\n“He didn’t last long but look at all this cum. He must have been backed up. And he’s still hard. Think we can get some more?” One of the girls notes as she licks her fingers clean of my cum that she had picked up.\n\nI look down and watch as my cock is still being sucked. It feels great. And it looks like it’s not over yet."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The homecoming poker game was a tradition in the Magic School boy's dorm. Winners would be set up with cash and luxuries for the coming year. The losers? They'd be turned into cute girls, and even the students not playing excited about *that*... | [
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"content": "(Warning, this is very aware and subversive of tropes in a way that might be unintentionally agressive. This is not meant to kink-shame, it's just where the story went.)\n\nWhen Lucas had enrolled in magic school, he'd expected dark common rooms and flickering candles, winding hallways whispering dark secrets and dangerous histories betwixt ancient castle walls and towering library stacks. Which admittedly, he got.\n\nHe just also wasn't expecting it to be a backdrop to a game of poker of all things.\n\nThey'd set up the table in the center of the Emerald Tower's common room. It was a strange sight, the worn green felt and long-loved chips laying in stark contrast to the dreary atmosphere around them. There were six guys sat around the table, Lucas among them. One from each floor of the tower. Lucas had only barely had time to meet his three other floormates when they'd brought him up the offer.\n\n\"Each floor sends one volunteer. Texas Hold 'Em. The last three standing get the pot.\" Dylan had grinned at him, sliding over the small information booklet. A third year, Dylan had the look of a man who'd probably played before, and won. \"Big winnings there.\n\n\"Wh-what about the first three out?\"\n\n\"Well, they get turned into cute girls.\" Carl was another freshman, a far nerdier sort than Lucas had ever expected to see at a magic school. He was turning the flyer over nervously in his hands, sweating carefully. \"For the whole year. Irreversible.\"\n\n\"...seriously?\"\n\n\"It's a magic school Lucas! You gotta be willing to risk some chickification if you want the glory.\" Connor was the last floormate, and by instinct the one that Lucas liked the least. He was big, loud, and by Lucas' measure probably the guy who wanted a girl in the dorm most. \"You up for it?\"\n\nIt was a hard question. On one hand, being a girl wasn't exactly at the top of his list of priorities. On the other, he didn't want to seem like a wimp in front of his new dormmates. He figured kicking ass at one game of poker would bring him some proper respect and glory, assuming he won.\n\n And Lucas *did* want the glory.\n\nBut of course, he didn't get it.\n\nThree rounds in, he overplayed his hand. \n\nOr, something like that.\n\n Honestly, Lucas didn't actually know poker that well.\n\n Despite entering a poker tournament. \n\nThat he had to win.\n\nShit.\n\n18-year old hubris and misplaced confidence aside, when Lucas next walked into the dorm room it was as a petite, annoyingly busty and significantly grumbly woman named Lucy. The upper years who'd cast the spell were kind enough to also transfigure her clothes, but right now she was so annoyed and frustrated that she stomped into the room with a cloak wrapped tightly around her and a rage in her heart. The boys were sat waiting with various degrees of sympathy, from Dylan's knowing smile, to Carl's awkward avoidance of her gaze, to Connor's outright hungry appraisal of her covered form. She stood between the three, absolutely fuming.\n\n\"Big winnings there, eh?\" Her voice squeaked, unaccustomed to the higher pitch and tone.\n\n\"Well, I wasn't wrong, was I? You just didn't win them.\" Dylan smiled sheepishly. \"Honestly you were so confident, I assumed you had it in the bag.\"\n\n\"I knew she was doomed to fail from the second round.\" Carl scratched his throat, shrugging. \"The odds were against her.\"\n\n\"Well that would have been good to know.\" Lucy crossed her arms, slouching onto her bed and glaring at the other three. \"But now I'm stuck like... this.\"\n\n\"And it's fucking *great.*\" Connor grinned, rubbing his hands. \"Come on darling, give us a peek.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I said, give us a pe-\" Connor was cut off as Dylan waved a hand, casting a silence spell on him that sent the other boy tumbling like a slap to the face.\n\n\"Right, there's always one. Sorry about that Lucy.\" Dylan turned back to her, smiling faintly. \"Despite what it may seem, this tradition isn't inherently sexual. I mean, it was back in the day, but now school policy's pretty clear that the orgies only happen with everyone fully onboard.\"\n\n\"O-orgies?\" Lucy blushed, swallowing nervously.\n\n\"Yeah, orgies. Used to be an inherent part of the tradition... now it's down to the girls.\"\n\nConnor glared daggers at Dylan, finally pulling off the muffling spell. \"Well that's ass. C'mon, this is just like all those fanfics! Aren't we supposed to like, use her n' shit?\"\n\n\"Only if she wants to.\" Dylan rolled his eyes, slapping another spell onto Connor. \"It's 2022. Lucy, I can guarentee you every dude in this room wants to bone you. But, we're proper gentlemen. You don't have to if you don't want to.\"\n\n\"I agree.\" Carl nodded. \"That being said, you are rather pretty.\"\n\nLucy, who was at this point blushing like a madwoman, just nodded slowly. \"Uh, thanks guys. I appreciate it. I um... I- can I just have some time to think about it?\"\n\n\"Of course. And hey, if Connor gives you any trouble-\" Dylan glanced pointedly at Connor. \"He should know the transformation spell can be transferred if someone breaks the rules.\"\n\nConnor had raised his voice to object, but whatever he was going to say died in his throat. Instead, he just crossed his arms and pouted. And... that was that.\n\nEventually, of course, Lucy *would* end up fucking them. It was just sort of inevitable with the nature of her new reality. But she did it because she... was quite honestly flattered by the respect they showed her. It wasn't a feeling she could quite explain. Last week if you'd told her she'd have been down on her knees in front of a handsome third-year, sloppily sucking him off while the other two were away, she'd have laughed at you. But there she was, swallowing his seed and blushing like a fool when he called her a good girl. Similarly, if you'd told her that she'd give her nerdy roomate a handjob during movie night, lips locked with him as they did much more than chill, she'd have waved you off. But there she was, hand down his pants and tongue down his throat, feeling a feeling she'd never quite felt before.\n\nEven Connor got his turn, eventually. But only after he learned that he wasn't going to get anywhere by being a dick about it. No, when she finally sat him down in the big leather chair and rode him till he screamed, it was only after he'd started treating her like more than meat. Of course, in subsequent sessions she'd find out she actually loved getting spanked and berated, but only in a sexual context. Aside from that, they were... like, actual friends.\n\nAnd that was Lucy's first year. Simple, yes. Slow. 100% not what she was expecting at all. But when the time came to undo the spell, and to say goodbye to her dorm-mates for the summer, she knew one thing for sure.\n\nShe'd sure as hell be throwing the match next year."
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"content": "Lucienne's new lungs expanded and contracted, keeping rhythm with the artificial heart pumping in her new chest. She had spent hours pouring over each detail on this body, and even with her computing speed, it had taken months for her to fully settle on what she'd like her crew to view her as.\n\nShe had gotten used to the crew gazing at the swirling pinkish light on the ship's intercom when she was being addressed, but having a physical form for them to interface with could only help. There was a wall between AI and those they served, if the AI was caged away. It was easy to mistake an AI for just being a VI, and she knew that all too well.\n\nTo make them view her as a member of the crew, not just a servant, she squirreled away what discretionary funds she could, waiting until they docked for a long leave. She'd been exchanging messages with someone there, who she trusted to help, and they certainly delivered. She thought about tilting her head, and it moved, gazing down at her hand. It twisted, showing the hyperrealistic texture of its palms, and the long pink nails tipping each of her fingers. She raised a hand, pressing it against the box her body had been delivered in, and felt the coolness of the metal, before the side opened fully. She stepped out, feeling her hair tickle her bare back as she strode.\n\n\"Miss Lucienne, I've gotten what you asked for. Given that your body has specific measurements, it made it a little easier to do so.\"\n\nLuci turned toward the voice, tilting her head as she'd noticed her crew doing. \"Do I owe you anything else?\" she asked, smiling slightly.\n\nThe young man stammered, his eyes widening as he tore his eyes away from her wide hips and bare thighs. \"N-N-No, nothing, you've paid me quite--\" His words were cut off when she stepped up to him, walking her fingers up his chest. \"Miss Lucienne?\" He asked, anxiety seeping into his voice.\n\n\"She brushed the back of her hand against his chin, rubbing her knuckles over his faint stubble. \"Oh, sorry, I was wondering what that would feel like.\" She turned away, catching him swallowing in her view from one of the cameras. \"Would you mind waiting, just in case something doesn't quite fit as I'd expected?\" She didn't wait for an answer, plucking up the tiny thong from the pile and bending more than necessary to step into it. With her back to him, he was treated to a view of the fabric nestling over her new pussy, and the string disappearing between her cheeks as she stood. Cute white stockings took a moment for her to understand, but they smoothed out perfectly over her thighs, leaving a slight indent at the top where they clung to the artificial thickness.\n\nShe set the skirt aside, picking up the top instead. She had spent so much time debating between the kind of large breasts that seemed to draw attention every second of the day and small breasts, the kind that could be left free, without a bra if she felt comfortable with her nipples showing through her tops. Naturally, she was.\n\nShe pulled the straps into place, looking down at the short tanktop to see the faint pink of her areola and the obvious outline of her nipples through the sheer fabric. She picked up the skirt, looking around for a moment. \"Isn't there shoes?\"\n\nIf she looked close, she could see the bulge of his erection through his pants, and she licked her lips. She hopped up onto the table, pointing her toes at him. \"Oh, yes, of course, Miss Lucienne.\" He ducked down next to her, taking the shoes from the box on the floor. They could've been magboots to let her body walk around even if the artificial gravity went wonky, but instead, she had light pink pumps, with the longest stilettos she could find. He took one ankle in hand, delicately slipping it in place, before moving to slip on her other shoe. He avoided looking up, his cheeks coloring when she spread her legs slightly, exposing the white fabric outlining her pussy. \"If that's, uhh, all, I've got to... do more work. I think.\" He jumped when she trailed the toe of her shoe up his inner thigh, pressing gently against the bulge. \"Ma'am?\"\n\nShe fluttered her lashes, crossing her legs. \"You can leave.\"\n\nHe did as he was told, scampering out and leaving the box behind. She giggled to herself, undoing the two snaps that kept the skirt together and putting it on. She was likely to get her crew's attention like this for sure, and not just as a lightspeed search engine.\n\nShe swept the long pink hair back, making sure none of it was caught in her clothes, then headed into the main room to wait.\n\nEver punctual, she was unsurprised to see the captain first. Her legs were crossed on the table, a logic puzzle of interconnected rings in her hands as she worked on her manual dexterity. She looked up for only a second, smiling at him, then returned to it.\n\n\"Excuse me, how did you get on this ship? We're not meant to have any civilians on here, and I...\" he trailed off, watching her set the knot down. She stood slowly, then walked closer, making sure to sway her hips. Her eyes swirled with a faint pinkish light, and they crinkled with amusement. \"An android, then?\"\n\nShe shook her head, then tilted it slightly. \"Not a traditional one, no.\" She saw the second she spoke that he recognized her, and the way his eyes trailed down her body. \"Captain, my eyes are up here.\" She pressed her delicate fingers under his chin, tilting it up slightly. \"I hope that I can provide some levity between stints of leave, and that I can be a more friendly part of the crew than I have been previously.\" She pressed a featherlight kiss to his cheek, then sat back in her seat, focusing back on her puzzle.\n\nShe could tell as his heart rate spiked, she could watch his pupils change, she could feel the tension in his body, but her favorite was the twitch in his hand as he fought back the urge to grab her, to touch her, to see just how much she planned on delivering. With her clear dismissal of him, though, he could only stumble off, confused and at least a little turned on.\n\nWith each person coming back, she greeted them similarly. Some were brazen enough to hug her, holding her close to them and feeling the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed and the way her nipples poked against them. Her favorite was the engineer who covered his eyes, averting his gaze from her entirely. She could sense his body temperature spiking, and the way he blushed when she innocently asked if he was okay gave her a shot of pleasure like she'd never felt before.\n\nShe'd enjoyed answering things correctly, surprising people who thought she could only work in constraints set up for her, and the glow of satisfaction across her crew when she piloted the ship just right to finish a fight without it even getting started. The way her humans were shying away from her but clearly intrigued was like the last one, but more intense. Better, more pointed, more personal. It made a pleasant hum take up residence under her skin, and she craved it like her crew craved a drink after a tough battle.\n\nIt took only a few hours for the whole of the crew to be back on the ship, and she found herself watching each of her humans as they watched her. She was allegedly seeing what jobs she could help out with, now that she had a physical form, but really, she was enjoying each glance, the double take when they noticed her thong peeking out of her skirt, the sly adjustments made to hide erections, and especially when they'd excuse themselves. It was like they forgot she monitored the cameras in the ship, and could watch as they stuffed a hand down their pants, thrusting into their fists.\n\nSweet, sweet Head Engineer Matthews nearly dropped the gauge he was using on the floor when Luci bent over, inspecting the power core housing and its readout. She liked how he stammered, how he couldn't look in her direction, and she *loved* how startled he was when she took the gauge from his hands, setting it aside.\n\nShe tangled her fingers in his scruffy hair, giving him a predator's grin. \"Now, I think there are more important things for you to be inspecting.\" His hands shook as she used her free hand to wrap them around her, and he kept his hands on her waist, not exploring an inch of her. \"Oh, that won't do.\"\n\nHe swallowed as she leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw. She trailed her hands down, undoing buttons as she went, and trailed kisses down his chest. She stopped when she was on her knees, his shirt wide open, and her fingers curled under the top of his pants. She pressed her lips against his cock through his pants, finally getting a reaction in him grabbing the back of her head. \"Oh!\" He gasped, unsure what to do with himself.\n\nShe undid his pants, letting them fall loose, then resumed kissing at his length through his underwear. He was dripping, hard, and pulling at her hair without hesitation, clearly needing more. She licked the wet spot, tasting her first hint of precum. \"Hmm, I don't know that you're appreciative enough.\"\n\n\"What?\" He sounded wrecked, and stared down at her, clearly confused.\n\nShe stood, pressing against him. \"No, definitely not taking enough initiative.\" She could feel him against her thigh, twitching in need, and she reveled in it.\n\nThe humans could keep sex, the absolutely crushed look on his face as she left the engineering bay was better than any orgasm could ever hope to be."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Having forgotten costumes were mandatory and waited until the last minute to get one for the party, he was forced to stop by a mysterious store and could only find a slutty one for a girl. Putting it on, he didn't realize it was magical, and it would fit him perfectly by the end of the night... | [
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"content": "\"Dude... seriously?\"\n\nXavier could only blush as he tugged his collar, clearly ill at ease in the undersized costume. \"It was the only costume they had left!\"\n\nLiam stared over at him from the driver's seat of his shitty subaru. \"Yeah but like... a playboy bunny?\"\n\n\"What of it?'\n\n\"Couldn't you have like, worn your own clothes?\" Liam grimaced. \"Or worn like, like, literally anything else?\"\n\nXavier crossed his arms, frowning as he looked out the window. \"No way dude. I'm not missing this party.\"\n\n\"Sure, suit yourself. Just don't be surprised when everyone laughs at you.\"\n\n\n---\n\n\n\"I can't believe nobody laughed at you!\" Liam grinned as the two guys made their way down the hallway from the entrance, weaving amidst other revelers. \n\n\"Don't sound disappointed.\" Xavier grinned, shaking his head.\n\n\"I'm not, just surprised!\"\n\n\"Me too honestly. I thought this would look way too small on me, but it actually looks... nice?\" \n\n\"Yeah, kinda! For as stupid a costume idea as it is.\"\n\n\"Aw fuck you.\" Xavier punched Liam's arm playfully, as the two moved deeper into the party.\n\n\n---\n\n\n\"Hey, have you seen Xavier?\"\n\n\"Yeah dude, he was in the dining room, talking to some chicks.\"\n\n\"Oh *nice*. Thanks.\"\n\nLiam knocked gently on the dining room door, peeking his head in. He spotted Xavier sitting and chatting with some of the girls, looking... happy? Not like, 'gonna get lucky' happy, just... happy.\n\n\"Hey ladies, mind if I steal Xavier for a few seconds?\" \n\n\"Oh hey Xa, your boyfriend's calling.\" The girls all giggled at him, but Xavier just smiled bashfully and made his way over to the door.\n\n\"Sup?\"\n\n\"Hanging with the chicks? Nice dude. Get any digits?\"\n\n\"Nobody's called them digits since the 90's dude. But... yeah.\"\n\n\"Oh fuck yeah. Who you lookin' to tap?\"\n\n\"Uh... none of them.\"\n\n\"None of them? Dude, what are you even doing in there?\"\n\n\"They're nice girls! I never really talked to them before. We're just vibing.\"\n\n\"Vibing, huh?\" Liam stared for a few moments, frowning. \"Wait, have you always been shorter than me?\"\n\n\"Uh...\"\n\n\n---\n\n\n\"Xavier?\" The party was livelier now, closer to midnight. Liam had lost Xavier again, and he was getting kinda sick of it. \"Dude, where the hell are you-\"\n\nLiam could scarcely finish his sentance before he was dragged into a nearby closet by a pair of shockingly delicate hands. \"What the hell?!\"\n\n\"Dude, shush!\"\n\n\"Xavier? The fuck happened to your voice?\"\n\n\"I- something's gone weird dude. Really, really, really weird.\"\n\n\"Uhuh...\"\n\nXavier flicked the flashlight on his phone, revealing that he uh... wasn't really a he anymore. \"Dude, I'm serious.\"\n\n\"Wh- did you- how...\"\n\n\"I don't know!\" Panic filled her voice as she held Liam close in a hug. \"I just- the costume it-\"\n\n\"Hey. Dude. It's okay. We can just... here, let's get out of here. We can figure this out outside.\"\n\n\"I- alright.\"\n\n\n---\n\n\n\"So, you're... a girl.\" Liam sat heavily in the driver's seat of his car, looking over concernedly at his best friend as she ran her fingers nervously through her suddenly long hair in the passenger seat. \"And you think it's because of the costume?\"\n\n\"Yeah, it- look!\" She gestured at herself, turning around in her seat so that he could get a good luck. \"It fits perfectly now.\"\n\n\"Ghuuu...\" Liam couldn't help but stare as she twisted this way and that. Honestly, she was uh...\n\nHot. Yeah. No. No other way to describe it. Hot.\n\n\"Dude, are you staring?\"\n\n\"Wh- no!'\n\n\"Dude, you're totally staring!\"\n\n\"Well, sorry, you're hot!\"\n\nShe froze, staring at him. \"I-I am?\"\n\n\"I- yeah? Is that- I mean it's not weird to-\"\n\n\"N-no, I just... That felt good.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Call me cute!\"\n\n\"Dude, what?\"\n\n\"Am I cute?\"\n\n\"Yeah but-\"\n\n\"Then call me cute!\"\n\n\"You're cute.\" Liam was blushing just as hard as she was now. \"Super cute.\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"Yeah, and uhhh...\" Liam gently took her hand. \"You're like, sexy.\"\n\n\"Sexy? Me? Dude that-\"\n\n\"It's true!\"\n\n\"Dude... I... I-I don't know why, but that feels so...\"\n\n\"Weird?\"\n\n\"Incredible.\"\n\nThere was a moment of silence. Palpable silence. The tension in the air had an energy neither of them could quite describe, their hearts stirring with an emotion they couldn't quite-\n\n\"Fuck it.\"\n\nShe lunged at him, pulling him into a sudden kiss. And to his absolute surprise, he kissed her right back.\n\n\n---\n\n\n\"Oh fuck, Liam!\"\n\nIf you hald told Liam yesterday that he'd end this party balls deep in a playboy bunnygirl, he would have been excited. If you'd told him that bunnygirl was going to be his best friend, he would have been shocked. And yet, there she was, digging her fingers into his back as she bounced on his lap, ass pressed against the steering wheel.\n\n\"Fuck Xa, I don't think I can hold it much-\"\n\n\"Fill me!\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Fucking fill me dude!\" She bent down, kissing him passionately on the lips, milking him for all he was worth as he unloaded into her and they collapsed exhausted into a heap.\n\n\n---\n\n\nIt was daytime now. The party had long since ended. And yet, there they were, snuggled up with each other in the driver's seat, blinking at the morning light.\n\n\"So... you're still a girl.\"\n\n\"...yeah.\"\n\n\"And my dick's still...\"\n\n\"Yup.\"\n\n\"Do we wanna pretend this never happened?\"\n\nXa was pensive for a moment, then shook her head with a smile. \"I have a better idea.\"\n\n\"Oh?\"\n\n\"Round two.\"\n\n\"...fuck yeah.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They became addicted to the thrill of it. They can’t stop. | [
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"content": "I gasped as his hands rode my skirt over the curves of my thighs and ass and he pushed his hard, throbbing dick inside me.\n\nI sat down hard on his lap taking all of him in me instantly. The slap of my ass against his bare thighs sounding crisp in the cool air as he started to fuck me. Slowly pulling almost all the way put out before plunging back inside me. His hands roughly massaged my breasts and nippes as I bounced up and down.\n\nPeople were looking, everyone had noticed. Some were staring others were shielding their childrens eyes. Most were massively disapproving. I didnt care. I could feel the stirrings of an orgasm building deep inside me and that was all I cared about. Nurturing it, protecting it and bringing it into the world.\n\nMy man grunted and panted as I bounced and he pounded. I moaned to spurr him on. I picked up the pace, my hands on the bench for leverage to rock myself up and down again and again.\n\n\"Oh fuck! Mmm take it you fucking slut!\" \n\nHe bucked and slammed his dick into me as hard as he could, holding me there, pinned to him. I came. The orgasm hit me and washed over me in waves as i felt wetness explode down my thighs. I collapsed onto him. My legs wide apart for passers by to get a good view. He released his grip and I slid myself off him. The warm mixture of him and me ran down my thighs.\n\nHe left his softening dick out as he relaxed on the bench. I knelt down in the dirt and sucked it greedily for a few seconds, making him squirm, before zipping him up.\n\nI grabbed his hand and pulled him up. We walked down the path."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “What’s Ligma?” Your cute best friend asked innocently. You smiled. Knowing she was caught in your trap. “Ligma balls! Hahaha!” In the middle of your laughing, a casual “ok” is said, and the next second you feel her hot lips and tongue around your balls. | [
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"content": "“Oh. Shit. Fuck. Yes. Right there. Oh damn. Fuck. Shit. Mmm. That’s good.” I mumble as my best friend licks and sucks on my balls. Her whole attention focused on her target. My cock nice and hard pressed against her forehead while she works me over. I never thought this could happen.\n\nFuck. I mean, come on. Of course I day dreamed about fucking her. The occasional morning wood dream about her pleasuring my cock with her mouth. What guy wouldn’t. She's smoking hot.\n\nI didn’t think I had a chance. She's my best friend. We grew up together. I thought I was firmly in the friend zone with her. But it seems she had other ideas. One little joke changed our lives.\n\nWe had just snuck out to hit our vape and I kept quietly whispering “Ligma”.\n\n“Ligma. Ligma. Ligma.” I said. Over and over again.\n\nFinally she said it.\n\n“What’s Ligma?”\n\nI couldn’t help it. She fell for it. My face gets into this big ass grin right. And I say the punch line: “Ligma balls!” And I burst out laughing.\n\nI’m just rolling. I can’t believe she set me up. It was perfect. Well, I thought it was perfect until what happened next.\n\nI then hear a soft “OK” come from my friend.\n\nThe next thing I know she's getting onto her knees in front of me reaching for my waist. I’m frozen in shock. I don’t know what’s going on.\n\nShe grabs onto my waistband and pulls my pants down my legs. She then pulls my boxers down exposing me to the night air. My cock flopping down between my legs right in her face.\n\nI freak out a bit and look around. I mean we’re outside. Yea it’s dark but still, what if someone sees.\n\nI feel her hand on my cock as she lifts it up. She then leans in and starts to lick on my balls.\n\nMy cock starts to get hard. The whole time she's holding my dick as I get harder and harder. Her tongue licking, her mouth sucking, my balls getting all of her attention.\n\nThis goes on for a while. So long in fact that my cock starts to twitch. It starts to hop up and down on her forehead. All of her attention to my balls has got me so excited, so turned on, that I start to climax.\n\nMy cock starts to throb as rope after rope of my sperm spurts from my cock hands free. First shooting over her head to landing into her hair to finally dripping onto her forehead. The whole time she continues to focus on my balls.\n\nShe lets out a moan that sends a shiver through my climaxing body making it feel so much better.\n\n“So that’s the story of the first time I climaxed from getting my balls sucked.” I say to my date who's sitting across from me.\n\nIt’s our first date. Thought I’d take her to a nice restaurant, romantic type place. I met her on Winder. Don’t know how we ended up talking about me cumming from just getting my balls sucked. Not my typical conversation for a first date.\n\n“No way. That can’t be true. You can’t cum from just sucking on your balls. I don’t believe you.” my date says.\n\n“Well, there's only one way then. Let me prove it to you. Want to give it a try?” I ask her.\n\nShe licks her lips, stands up, and says “Follow me in two minutes to the bathroom. I’ll prove you wrong.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: No matter where he fell asleep, when he wakes he finds a different woman on his dick. Sometimes it was sex, a hand-job, a blow-job, and once or twice anal. None of them knew why they were there, but all seemed to enjoy themselves. | [
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"content": "Taylor groaned as he began to wake up. The warm wet feeling around his cock was one he was still getting used to. It had been going on for a month but it was still weird to wake up each morning with something stroking your dick. As he began to stir the sucking, oh huh it was a blowjob this morning, began to grow more rapid and insistent. The sound of a sloppy wet blowjob and the movement in the bed stirred the person sleeping next to him. Cora grumbled a little to herself as she pushed the covers off her side of the bed and got up. Taylor watched her go enjoying her ass as she stumbled towards the kitchen.\r \n\r \nA grunt interrupted his admiration of his girlfriend's ass as whoever was sucking his cock beneath the sheets flicked her tongue across the tip of his dick. He was sure it was a \"her.\" So far the curse hadn't caused a man to show up in his bed in the morning but he still occasionally wondered if it would happen one day. Pushing the covers off of his lower half he blinked in surprise. Staring up at him with dark brown eyes and medium-length brown hair was a woman that for once, he recognized.\r \n\r \n\"Mrs. Palmer?\" Taylor didn't know what to make of his Botany professor sucking his dick. She was a pretty enough woman but he had never... he would never... oh fuck why was she so good at that?\r \n\r \n\"Cum for me Mr. Simmons,\" The words slipped from his teacher's lips as she took a break gasping for air before forcing him deep into her throat, deeper than any woman had ever pushed his cock before.\r \n\r \nThe taboo sight of the older, married woman sucking his cock like the most delicious thing in the world combined with the pleasure of the act. A talented tongue and warm lips wrapped around the base of his prick were almost too much to bear, the way she sucked and bobbed was the final straw. Trying to hold back was pointless and he finally exploded in her mouth, pumping the first load of the day into the woman's waiting mouth, flooding her throat with his seed. As he recovered he noticed she had a hand between her thighs and was rubbing her pussy frantically, a moment later her body began to twitch and her lips tightened involuntarily around his prick. For the first time since she started, she gagged as she involuntarily inhaled his length and cum, but the choking, gagging sound didn't seem to interfere with her orgasm.\r \n\r \nWhen Professor Palmer finished her climax and let him slide from her throat she coughed and choked for a moment more but still had a stupid, happy look on her face. She basked in the bed even as Cora came back into the room, holding her coffee mug in both hands to warm them on a chilly morning. The dark-haired college girl studied the professor and Taylor as the pair recovered in the bed. At this point, Taylor didn't even try to cover up. A few moments later Mrs. Palmer noticed the other girl watching them and blushed.\r \n\r \n\"I think it's time I left...\" The older woman blinked and looked around. \"How did I get here and...\"\r \n\r \n\"Why are you here?\" Cora finished, it was the same question that all of them asked once they finished cumming like crazy. \"We honestly don't know, we locked the door last night. Somehow you broke in here, sucked my boyfriend's dick, and stained my sheets with your wet pussy.\"\r \n\r \nMrs. Palmer blushed, obviously embarrassed she looked back at the bed and there was indeed a small stain where her groin had rested as she sucked her student's cock. Taylor watched with amusement as his girlfriend messed with the teacher. Cora knew damned well why the woman was there, just like the last thirty or so. She looked around for her clothes and noticed that for some reason her usual morning jog outfit was laying on the floor next to the bed. Picking them up she hastily got dressed.\r \n\r \n\"I think it's best if we keep this to ourselves,\" Mrs. Palmer said, still flushed with embarrassment as she got dressed. \"I had a nice time, he had a nice time... I'm uh, sorry about the sheets. And you know...\"\r \n\r \n\"Sucking my boyfriend's dick?\" The tone was teasing but confused and off-balance as she was the older woman didn't notice. She just nodded her head and blushed an even darker shade of crimson. \"It's fine, you're both consenting adults.\"\r \n\r \n\"Yeah, uh I'm going to go now,\" Finally dressed the Professor rushed from the room. Luckily the unfamiliar apartment was small and finding the front door was easy. She had to undo the chain and deadbolt before leaving and if she had been less flustered she would have wondered, much as Taylor still did, how she had gotten in the apartment, let alone into her student's bed.\r \n\r \n\"Cora, you're terrible!\" Taylor said as he lay on the bed and looked up at his dark-haired girlfriend.\r \n\r \nThe college girl crossed one arm over her braless chest and smirked. Taylor's cock twitched the sight of her B cups being squished in an enticing way by her arm made him react despite his recent release. It didn't help that the shirt she was wearing barely came to her waist and below that, all she was wearing was a thin pair of cotton panties. They weren't anything special or sexy but to the horny college student, it was more than enticing enough. She caught the motion in her peripheral vision and rolled her eyes.\r \n\r \n\"That's what got you in this mess in the first place,\" Cora said with a smirk as she nodded toward her boyfriend's hardening cock.\r \n\r \n\"What?\" Taylor said as innocently as he could manage. He stood and moved over to her and she let him wrap her in a warm hug, his cock poking her in the stomach due to his taller stature. \"All I did was tease you that I couldn't sleep well if I didn't get regular sex. You're the one who cursed me!\"\r \n\r \n\"You were pestering me for sex every night and morning!\" Cora voiced her objection but still kissed Taylor before he slipped away in search of a cup of coffee of his own. \"You know I'm not in the mood when I'm tired or have just woken up.\"\r \n\n\n(Part 1/2)"
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"content": "**A Man Enters**\n\nWhen he first called out, my mind went to anger. I'd been waiting so long for this moment, and he was just trying to get in on it like that? I opened my mouth to tell him to shove off, but somehow the words came out as yeah, no problem.\n\nThe curtain slid back and he stood before me. He was definitely attractive, with visible abs and meaty thighs. I couldn't believe his candor, standing full-frontal like that. I knew my eyes shouldn't linger, but I was caught off guard by the size of his junk.\n\nHe shuffled into the now-cramped stall and slid the curtain back into its original position. With such brazen confidence, he placed his shampoo on the little shelf. A generous squirt later, his body wash was placed beside it.\n\nThis guy actually started whistling as his hands rubbed one another and then slid, soapy and wet, along the whole of his body. I must not have moved since he entered, so entranced was I in seeing someone else's intimate ritual. Soon his body was lathered with white iridescent bubbles and suds.\n\nWhen he stepped closer to wash off, his body grazed mine. I felt coarse chest hair on my arm, and the surprising weight of his member brushing my thigh. I breathed deeply, inhaling the humid scents of Irish Spring and human body.\n\nFor some reason he turned around as he cleaned his hair, rubbing the shampoo deep into his scalp. I admired his strong back and shapely ass. The curve of his spine called out to be caressed, and my body again betrayed me as my finger traced it's curve.\n\nHe didn't seem to notice this intrusion, or at least gave no recognition. We sat in that moment, he washing his hair and me watching his body stretch and constrict. But when he turned back to duck his head under the water, I saw that his penis was not so relaxed anymore. It had a hint of tautness that spoke volumes of his arousal. As the remainder of the soap slid off his body and into the drain, our eyes met. His were full of a lust so intense I almost gasped.\n\nHis hand glided towards mine, pulling it towards him and resting it atop his actively growing manhood. I gripped it in my hand and stroked it slowly, feeling its distinct shape and features. He bit his bottom lip, savouring the moment. The next he was pressing his lips against mine and our tongues were doing a slippery dance.\n\nHis hips began to thrust of their own accord, speeding the rate of friction. I changed my grip and increased the rhythm to match. He pulled me closer as I felt him jerk and twitch in my hand. Warm semen splattered my torso, kissing me with its warmth before chasing the soap down the drain.\n\n**A Woman Enters**\n\nWhen she first called out, my mind went to anger. I'd been waiting so long for this moment, and she was just trying to get in on it like that? I opened my mouth to tell her to shove off, but somehow the words came out as yeah, no problem.\n\nThe curtain slid back and she stood before me. She was definitely attractive, with a curvy frame and meaty thighs. I couldn't believe her candor, standing full-frontal like that. I knew my eyes shouldn't linger, but I was caught off guard by the size of her breasts.\n\nShe shuffled into the now-cramped stall and slid the curtain back into its original position. With such brazen confidence, she placed her hair products on a little shelf. She held back a bar of lavender-scented soap and a small cloth.\n\nThis gal actually started humming as her hands rubbed the cloth and soap together. They lathered as they touched, and soon she was caressing and stroking the whole of her body. I must not have moved since she entered, so entranced was I in seeing someone else's intimate ritual. Soon her body was lathered with white iridescent bubbles and suds.\n\nWhen she stepped closer to wash off, her body grazed mine. I felt her breasts press against me, slipping along on my torso. Did my fingers touch her pubic hair? If so, only a graze. I breathed deeply, inhaling the humid scents of Irish Spring and human body.\n\nFor some reason she turned around as she cleaned her hair, rubbing the shampoo deep into her scalp. I admired her slender back and shapely ass. The curve of her spine called out to be caressed, and my body again betrayed me as my finger traced it's curve.\n\nShe didn't seem to notice this intrusion, or at least gave no recognition. We sat in that moment, her washing her hair and me watching her body stretch and constrict. But when she turned back to duck her head under the water, I saw that her skin was more flushed, and not just from the shower's heat. Her broad stance spoke volumes of her arousal. As the remainder of the soap slid off her body and into the drain, our eyes met. Hers were full of a lust so intense I almost gasped.\n\nHer hand glided towards mine, pulling it towards her and sliding it between her legs. I felt the subtle change between the water and her fluids with my fingers, lightly stroking her womanhood and feeling its distinct shape and features. She bit her bottom lip, savouring the moment. The next she was pressing her lips against mine and our tongues were doing a slippery dance.\n\nHer hips began to thrust of their own accord, speeding the rate of friction. I changed my grip and increased the rhythm to match. She pulled me closer as I felt her squeeze and moan in my hand. Her legs shook and her body went limp as she regained her footing and tried to regain her breathing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your anger problems have become, well, a problem. To manage your behavior you're given a set of living clothes that help you keep things under control. Behave well enough and you may get rewarded... | [
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"content": "“Chloe…” hummed a voice on Chloe’s back, the tones low, gentle and calming.\r \nThere was a soft whir and her straitjacket squeezed her around the middle. “Chloe… It’s time to wake up.”\r \nSlowly cords that ran through the material began to gently constrict around her chest, the fabric pulling taught and tightening her arms around herself, it pushed her breasts up and squeezed them in the fabric. It grew like a cuddle that shifted slowly toward a proposition.\r \n“I’m awake.” she said.\r \n“Good, let’s get up. We have an interview this morning, remember?”\r \nArms that were not her own rolled her gently to her side. The mechanical limbs attached to her shoulders acted like they were hers but she had no control over them. Her real arms were bound tightly around her ribcage.\r \nThey pushed the floor but she did not struggle, her legs pulling up so he could shift her to sitting on her ankles on the padded floor. All of Hank was self contained above her ribs, from her waist down she was entirely bare.\r \nHis hand came up to smooth back her hair, fingers dancing across her scalp to pull back the stray locks that fell into her face, easing it all back into a hair tie. He gave her a light tap on the arse and she rose with his help. The room was bright white, as it always was, it felt like morning but her mental clock could be way off. She eased toward the door when a hand suddenly slapped against it.\r \n“I just want to listen.” she said.\r \nHank eased and she pressed her ear to the padding, listening to the shouting and mumbling beyond. It was daytime, she knew that much at least.\r \n“Do you feel angry Chloe?”\r \n“Not in the slightest. It’s a beautiful day.” she said, she might have been pushing it a little far.\r \n“If you could have one thing, what would it be?” asked Hank.\r \nThe answer was obvious, it was also the wrong one, she needed to answer quickly and snapped to the first thing to come to mind. “A sexlife.” she said, laughing a little at the realisation.\r \n“Does it make you frustrated?”\r \n“No, I am content as a flower on a summer's breeze.”\r \nShe felt a sudden crack of a palm across her arse, she took a deep breath, resting her head against the padded wall as Hank’s fingers stroked gently over what must have been a handprint.\r \n“This only works if you take it seriously Chloe.”\r \n“Sorry Hank.”\r \n“It’s not me you should apologise to.”\r \n“Sorry Chloe.” said Chloe.\r \n“Does it frustrate you?” asked Hank.\r \nShe nodded. “Yes”\r \nShe hadn’t realised the jacket had been tight around her but it suddenly eased and she took in a deep calming breath. He patted her on the head, it infuriated her because it actually made her feel a little better. She had wanted to smash her shoulder into the wall, see if she could break him, to throw herself up and land on her back. She wanted to scream but as he petted her and calmly hummed by her neck, she felt herself ease a little.\r \n“It’s time, let’s go see John.”\r \nShe nodded.\r \nHank pressed on the door and it opened on the asylum hallway, it was empty as always but she saw a bucket and mop sitting unattended. She walked toward it.\r \n“Chloe, you know the way to John’s office.”\r \n“I’m just taking a look.”\r \n“Chloe.”\r \nShe stopped and said “I promise I will be more honest with you.”\r \nHe was silent for a moment, it sounded like consent. She walked to the bucket, excited to just see something different, she put a foot on the side and used her other to activate the little spring mechanism that would squeeze the mop and wring out water.\r \nHer eyes flicked over the mechanism, it was clever. She held the little shape in her head, something to think about when she grew bored again. She slipped her foot and the bucket tipped over, washing soapy water over the floor.\r \nShe winced and true enough, there was a firm crack across her arse.\r \n“It was an accident!”\r \n“John’s office, now.”\r \nShe grumbled and walked in the direction of the pointing hand, her feet padding on the now wet floor.\r \nJohn’s office hadn’t changed, wooden desk, soft little armchairs that always seemed new, a laptop on his desk. Waist high cabinetry against a wall that was once windows but now where just white diffused squares that hinted of the existence of ‘outside’.\r \n“Hank, how are things going?”\r \nChloe walked toward the chair and sat down while Hank’s arms on her shoulders spoke animatedly.\r \n“Wonderful, actually this morning we made some good progress in terms of honesty.”\r \nJohn adjusted the little video camera on a tripod. Chloe ensured her legs were firmly together and blushed as he tapped away at the controls. This was their 8th interview but she still wasn’t over the feeling of being mostly naked in front of someone. To John’s credit his attention didn’t dwell on her thighs, he just stared at the little viewfinder as he spoke.\r \n“Has our little subject been behaving herself?”\r \nChloe winced, a day of mostly good behaviour was about to be washed away by the slip of her foot.\r \n“Very much.” said Hank.\r \nChloe waited for him to mention the bucket but he didn’t. Was he keeping a secret from John or just massaging the truth? They chatted away about specifics, Chloe’s attention wavering and falling onto the details of his office. She expected a bookshelf filled with thick spines about psychology, it’s what she had seen in movies, back when she watched movies. Instead he had a laptop, which was a pity. There was something beautiful about a full bookcase.\r \n“...sexually frustrated.” said Hank.\r \nShe only caught the end of his sentence, her cheeks suddenly flushing, growing warmer in the pause as John considered whatever Hank had said.\r \n“Do you feel sexually frustrated Chloe?”\r \nShe winced. “It’s not a pathological thing. It’s just been a few weeks and my hands are tied. Let’s not dwell on this too much.”\r \nJohn seemed to consider his words for a while, his eyes shifting from one mental path to the next.\r \n“This seems like a good avenue for assisting you. Do you concur?”\r \n“I agree, doctor.” said Hank. \r \nChloe closed her mouth, realising she was no longer part of the conversation.\r \nJohn went to a cupboard, it was surprisingly bare inside but for a bundle of cloth with connection points for Hank. Chloe could see a smile struggling to the surface on John, his eyes flicking occasionally down to her hips. He unravelled the fabric, it was a long strip of material and a few round silicone objects and pads. Her eyes went wide at the realisation.\r \nHe gestured for her to rise but Chloe hesitated.\r \n“N-no.” she said.\r \n“Chloe… Let’s not relapse into the days of struggling.” said Hank, his hands pushing on the chair to force her out of it onto her feet. Her thighs clamped tightly together, her eyes locked to the smile John was failing to hide.\r \n“Hank should do it.” she said.\r \nHank wouldn’t get anything out of it and she knew him better.\r \nJohn reached toward her hips, she couldn’t pull away as Hank’s arms held the chair firm behind her. \r \n“She is correct, Doctor.” said Hank.\r \n“I’ve done thi-” started John when a hand shot out and clamped around his wrist.\r \nJohn’s face flicked with annoyance. Hank’s voice spoke up without his usual soothing tone. “Let’s stick to our own fields of expertise, doctor.”\r \nThe other hand took the strap from him and eased his grip around John’s wrist.\r \nJohn glanced back at his camera, frustrated. “That will be all for today's interview.”\r \nChloe quickly walked toward the door. Hank opened it for her.\r \nShe walked through the hall, her feet padding once again across the wet puddle. She paused at her cell, nobody had cleaned it up and her footprints were the only ones."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] In a bizarre twist your apartment was pet friendly but didn't allow for roommates. Fortunately for both of you, the definition of 'pet' was loose. (Un)fortunately, your roommate made sure the rules were rigidly enforced. | [
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"content": "The new apartment was decent enough. It certainly met Pete's needs. It was a little expensive, but nothing he could not handle. Sure the rule about pets, but no roommates was odd, but he was okay with that.\n\n\"Hey, new guy.\" \n\nPete turned to see his new landlord, Mr. Klein, approaching. The man was middle aged, and with an obvious appreciation for beer and his sofa. But he seemed decent enough.\n\n\"Yeah?\" Pete asked. \"What's up?\"\n\n\"Just checking in on everything. You said on your application you have a dog, right?\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah, sure. Don't worry, she's super friendly. Gets along with just about everyone.\"\n\n\"Good, good. So, where is she? You know we follow leash laws around here.\"\n\n\"Oh, right. Duh. Hold on, she's in the car. She was resting in the back seat, but she's probably awake by now.\"\n\nPeter ran off to get his dog, Goldie. She was exactly where he left her, still resting. He got her leash out and hooked it to her collar. This had the obvious effect of waking her up. The moment her leash was on, her tail began wagging furiously. He hated not taking her for a walk, but he had to move both of them in.\n\n\"Okay, here she is.\"\n\nMr. Klein looked at her in confusion. \"Uh, sorry, but I thought you were going to get your dog.\"\n\n\"I did.\"\n\n\"That...that isn't a dog.\"\n\n\"Yes it is. This is Goldie, my yellow lab. Say hi, Goldie.\"\n\n\"Hi!\" Goldie said. Her tail wagged at the idea of meeting a new friend. \n\nShe immediately went to the landlord and began sniffing the man. \n\n\"Uh, miss, what are you doing?\"\n\n\"You smell funny.\" She said. \"Like bread, but weird bread. Do you have any bread?\"\n\n\"Uh...\" Mr. Klein's face was beet red. It was no wonder Goldie's excited face was very close to her. Her little nose twitched as she sniffed him, and her luscious red lips were frozen in a perpetual grin.\n\n\"Goldie, heel.\" Peter said.\n\nShe immediately left the older man and moved next to Peter. He reached up and scratched her behind her big, floppy ears. She got a dreamy expression on her face.\n\n\"That...what...huh?\" Mr. Klein stammerd. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes. Probably to take his eyes away from her very well endowed chest that filled her shirt to near bursting. \"That...that is not a dog.\"\n\n\"Yes, she is. She has a collar and everything.\"\n\n\"Yup! See, see! It has my name on it!\" She pointed at her collar happily. \"Master gave it to me so if I ever get lost I can get home. He's so nice!\"\n\n\"I... can't accept this. The rules are quite clear. No roommates, only pets.\"\n\n\"She is my pet though. She's a dog.\"\n\nGoldie nodded furiously.\n\n\"Just...just take those fake ears and tail off and get out of here, miss. You can hook up with your boyfriend later.\"\n\n\"Fake? They're not fake silly!\" Goldie said. \n\n\"It's true. Goldie, turn and show him your tail.\"\n\nShe immediately spun around and showed the landlord the place where her tail met her lower back, just above the curve of her tight, round bubble butt that was barely contained in her shorts. It was still steadily wagging, although not as fast.\n\nJust to really bring the point home, Peter gently rubbed and tugged on her ear. Her long tongue flopped out of her mouth as she enjoyed the attention.\n\nMr. Klein's mouth opened and closed in shock. He muttered something about an impossiblility. Eventually he came over to her, grabbed her tail and yanked. Goldie yelped in surprise and some pain. In a sudden blurr if motion, Goldie whirled around, grabbed the pudgy man by the shirt collar and lifted him clean off the ground.\n\n\"No! No touching my tail! Only master can do that!\" She said. There was a low growl in her voice and the occasional flash of sharp teeth could be seen.\n\n\"Goldie...\" Pete said with a firm voice. \"Put him down.\" She pouted, but obeyed. \"Sorry about that. She gets sensitive when someone other than me touches her there. Give her a piece of cheese later and it'll be fine.\"\n\nHer face immediately brightened. \"I love cheese! Do you have any? I don't smell any.\"\n\n\"Right, so, are we good? Goldie is my pet dog, not my roommate.\" Pete said.\n\n\"Y-yeah, yeah, sure. Pet dog. Got it. It's all good.\" He bolted as soon as the conversation was over.\n\n\"He smells funny.\" Goldie said once he was gone.\n\n\"Nevermind that, Goldie. Remember what I said about picking people up?\"\n\n\"Only if we're alone, or if I have to protect myself?\"\n\n\"That's right. I'll forgive you this time though, since it was such a surprise. Now come on, let's go check out the place while we wait for our stuff.\"\n\nThe apartment itself was devoid of furniture, but that would be solved soon. Goldie spent her time smelling every inch of the place and getting excited about all the places she could lay and all the room to play in.\n\n\"Speaking of playing...\" Pete said, making sure the door was locked. \"Goldie, sit.\"\n\nShe hunched down, looking up at Pete excitedly. \"Master, are we playing that game now? Are we, are we, are we?\"\n\n\"You'll see.\" He held out his hand. \"Goldie, shake.\" She immediately put her hand in his. \"Speak.\" She barked and howled like only a dog could. \"Good girl.\" He rubbed her bright, silky blonde, hair-like fur. \"Now, Goldie, tits.\"\n\nWithout an ounce of hesitation, she tore her thin shirt off, freeing her large, perky chest. Her nipples were stiff, and she eagerly leaned back, giving him unrestricted access to her breasts.\n\nHe dug in with gusto, massaging and kneading the soft flesh of her chest. Goldie's tongue lolled and her tail wagged as he pinched and rubbed her nipples and the sensitive skin around them. Her eyes fluttered as he ran his hands along her massive mounds.\n\n\"Good girl.\" Pete said. He let go and slid his pants down, freeing his manhood. Goldie looked at it like a fine steak. \"Goldie, titifuck.\"\n\nShe gave a happy bark and grabbed him. His feet left the floor as she easily lifted him and positioned his groin even with her chest. His long spear disappeared into her deep cleavage and he sucked in a breath of excitement.\n\nGoldie began pumping him up and down, using her chest to masterfully bring him to the peak of ecstasy, and then so much more. She moved him up and down, back and forth, and all around, filling him to the brim almost immediately.\n\nIt was only his experience with her that allowed him to last for any real length of time. He groaned and writhed in pleasure as she worked to please him in every way she could. And her efforts bore fruit when it became too much for him to handle.\n\nHe erupted, spilling thick white strands of his seed into the air. They covered Goldie's chest and face. She put him down and immediately began licking it off with her long, flexible tongue. She treated all of it like it was fine dining, and licked until she was clean.\n\nPete, meanwhile, sat on the floor, gasping and happy. Goldie joined him, sliding into his lap and pressing her body against his.\n\n\"Master? Did I do good? Am I a good girl?\" She asked hopefully.\n\n\"Yeah, Goldie. You did great. And you're not just a good girl. You're the best girl.\" Pete said, rubbing her head.\n\nHer smile was infectious as she revled in the attention. Her tongue came out and licked his cheek. \n\n\"I love you, Master.\"\n\n\"I love you too, Goldie.\" He said, enjoying the time spent with his beloved pet dog."
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"content": "\"No.\" Arthur said flatly.\n\n\"But Teri is great.\" his wife pleaded as he got up from the bed. \"She's so soft and warm and the things she does with her arms...\"\n\n\"No. No, absolutely not.\" Arthur replied, his voice more stern.\n\nHe was happy when his wife approached him the other day, telling him that she had been thinking of new ways to spice up their bedroom adventures. Having been in a crisis situation with his team not too long ago, Arthur was open to something new. He even got thrilled when his wife said that she was thinking of having someone join them.\n\nHe quickly pulled his shirt on on and pulled up his pants. His erection very rapidly died when his wife called Teri into the room.\n\n\"Arthur.\" his wife said, her tone edged with a hard sadness. \"Talk to me. Why don't you want this?\"\n\n\"Do you realize what you're doing?\" Arthur hissed, fighting the urge to yell. \"Bruce already thinks I suck and if I do this, Hal and Barry will never stop talking about it.\"\n\n\"They don't have to find out...\"\n\n\"Oh, they'll find out. Barry's a fucking cop and for some reason, Bruce knows everything about everyone.\" Arthur snapped as he buckled his belt on. He let out a sharp breath, his exhale hot against the freezing cold of the room.\n\n\"I thought you were better than this.\" his wife spoke, her voice angry now. \"You're a king! A man who rules an entire nation! What do you care for the opinion of some low-born fools?!\"\n\n\"Mera.\" Arthur said as he picked up his trident. \"I am not fucking you and your octopus friend.\"\n\nArthur then swam off, leaping off the bedroom's wide window and leaving his wife and her friend behind. He was upset, his arousal thoroughly and utterly killed, and needed a distraction.\n\nJust then, his communicator buzzed. Glad for it, Arthur answered the call.\n\n\"Aquama-\" he began, before Barry cut him off.\n\n\"Hey man, Arthur. So I hear that you fuck fish.\" He snickered before Arthur crushed the device into tiny pieces."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He was like a perfect brother to his tomboy best friend, which infuriated her to no end because she wants to love him not as siblings but as lovers. | [
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"content": "When the door opened, Jim didn't even look away from the game. He knew it would be Nicki coming over. He swore she stayed at his place more than hers. He was used to it though. She had been like that as kids too.\n\n\"Hey, Jim, hope you don't mind my dropping by.\" She called. \"Your place is way closer to the gym than mine, and your shower is way better.\"\n\n\"Yeah, sure thing.\" He called back. \"Just don't make a mess this time, okay?\"\n\n\"No promises.\"\n\nA few minutes later he heard the shower running. He thought he heard her voice, trying to sing something, but it was hard to tell. Probably for the best. She had a terrible singing voice, although he would never say that to her face. She would probably break his arm if he did. \n\nWhen she came out, he heard her getting closer, and then come around the couch and sit next to him. A little closer than she probably should, considering how she usually dressed after showering, but there was little he could do about that.\n\n\"I get next round.\" She said.\n\n\"Hey now, let's not get too carried away.\" Jim said with a slight grin. \"I'm offering hospitality, but I never said you could play.\"\n\n\"I'm playing.\" She said firmly. \"Or maybe you'd like to see what I did in the gym today. You can be the weights.\"\n\nShe purposely blocked his vision with her arm and flexed. Her bicep formed a solid peak, obscuring more of the screen. The distraction caused Jim to lose track of what he was doing. \n\n\"Oh, look at that, now it's my turn.\" She said.\n\n\"You suck, you know that?\" \n\nShe turned away and muttered something under her breath. Jim did not hear exactly what she said, but it sounded almost like \"I'd suck you,\" but he dismissed the idea immediately. \n\n\"Just give me the damn controller.\" She said. He rolled his eyes and handed it to her.\n\nAs she played, he glanced over at her. While she normally wore loose, comfortable clothes, for some reason, she always seemed to wear much more revealing outfits whenever she visited him after the gym. She wore a pair of short shorts that exposed most of her long legs, and a shirt that highlighted her ripped stomach and huge bust. \n\nHe felt bad about looking at her that way, he really did. But he could not help it when she dressed like that. He did make his way up to her face eventually. She hated the idea of makeup, and never wore any. Not that she needed any. She will looked better than most models. Her heart shaped face was capped with short brown hair, and her bright hazel eyes flickered over the screen. Her tongue poked out of her luscious lips as she focused on the screen. \n\n\"You're staring at me.\" She said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. \"I know I'm totally hot and all, but you could at least not be creepy about it. I mean, I know you're a dumb guy and all, but could you make it less obvious when you stare at my boobs?\"\n\n\"I-I wasn't!\"\n\n\"Yeah, yeah, yeah.\" She rolled her eyes as she spoke. \"You know think I don't know? I know you can't help but look at them. And at my ass too. I don't blame you though. They are pretty damn awesome, right?\"\n\n\"I wouldn't know.\" He insisted.\n\nNicki's eye twitched slightly. She paused the game to looked at him. \n\n\"Come on, you can admit it. You think I'm totally hot.\"\n\n\"What? Why does that even matter? I mean, really, it's not like it matters at all.\"\n\nAnother eye twitch. It was subtle, and so quick that Jim was not even sure if he saw it.\n\n\"Well, maybe a girl just likes to feel appreciated, you know? I put in a lot of effort to look this good. It'd be nice to know someone likes it.\"\n\nHe sighed. \"Fine, fine. You are a very good looking woman.\" He said.\n\n\"Come on, you can do better than that.\"\n\n\"Really? You're going to make me do all this?\"\n\n\"Yes. Yes I am.\"\n\n\"Nicki, you are the hottest woman I know. Everything about you is amazing. If we hadn't known each other since we were six, I'd ask you out in a heartbeat.\" He spoke in a monotone voice, making sure not to emphasize anything. \n\n\"Aw, you mean that?\" She asked. He was expecting her to start making fun of him. \"Because if you did, maybe we can skip all the boring date stuff and get right to the fun part.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: 5 years ago, you had a teleporter accident and split yourself in 2. Now, on your wedding day, you and your clone reminice on your relationship. | [
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"content": "\"More more MORE!!!\"\n\nKathy couldn't stop herself from crying out as Katie pounded into her with the strap-on. As Kathy wrapped her legs around her fiancee, Katie purred, \"Aren't we supposed to wait until our wedding night to do this?\"\n\n\"Fuck waiting, and just fuck me!\"\n\nKatie grinned and replied, \"Anything for my princess,\" before nipping at Kathy's neck. The couple's hotel bed shook and quaked under the intensity of their lovemaking as their horny grunts synchronized. With a final scream of ecstasy, Kathy climaxed and pulled Katie in for a wild kiss.\n\nThe pair continued to make out as Katie took off the strap-on and they collapsed onto the bed. Once they came up for air, Katie noticed Kathy was struggling to stay awake and said to her, \"You don't need to stay awake if you're tired, honey. You should get some rest.\"\n\nKathy rested her hand on her bride-to-be's cheek and softly responded, \"I would, and I want to, but... I'm scared that if I close my eyes, you'll be gone forever when I wake up.\"\n\nThe room felt colder as Katie wordlessly pulled Kathy close and pressed her head against her chest. They hardly ever talked about it anymore, but beneath the pleasure, bliss, and unconditional love between them, there was fear. Fear that what they had was nothing but a trip of narcissism, fear that the one in a million accident that brought them together would tear them apart in the end. Kathy kissed Katie on the forehead and said to her, \"Do you remember what people say when they get married?\"\n\n\"Uhhh....I do?\"\n\nKathy giggled. \"No, dummy. The part about in sickness and in health. For better or for worse.\"\n\nKathy tilted Katie's head up and gazed into her eyes. \"Life with you has been wonderfully unpredictable, sweetie. From the day we met in the smoking remains of the teleporter, to that winter night we finally surrendered all pretenses and gave in to what we felt for each other. I don't know what the future holds, but I know there's no part of me that's gonna regret getting to be your wife.\"\n\nHappy tears began to form in Katie's eyes. As she nuzzled into her bride-to-be, she sleepily remarked, \"Did you just spoil your vows for me?\"\n\nKathy smiled as Katie fell asleep in her arms. \"Nah, that was an ad-lib. Sweet dreams, princess. I can't wait to marry you tomorrow.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cursed choker enhances the wearer's charisma and sex appeal but also gives them an intense craving for cum... | [
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"content": "\"Come and browse my wares\" the merchant said as he tried to attract people to his booth. Flea markets are always a crap shoot. Both the patrons and the sellers come from all walks of life. No one goes to these places looking for anything in particular, just for whatever catches their eye.\n\nIt was my day off and my friends and I always like seeing what we can find here. An old antique vase, vintage pins, an unused guitar hero controller, etc.\n\nThis time however, I was alone. I end up wondering through the market, all the merchants trying to get anyone and everyone to browse their items. Soon I find myself in a deserted part of the market. It's quieter here as I hear a merchant.\n\n\"Hey there, come come, see what powers that be have in store for you....\" This old man had a fortune teller vibe which oddly drew me in.\n\n\"What umm do you sell here?\" I inquire while looking at the various items he has displayed.\n\n\"Something for everyone. For the ones who feel lost, I have compasses. For the ones who feel vain, I have diamonds. What catches your eye?\n\nI look around his booth. He has all manners of jewelry and clothing. Rings with random jewels in it, belts, tapestries, necklaces. But there on display was black shining choker with an emerald encased in silver around it.\n\n\"How...how much for this one?\" I ask as I point to the shining choker.\n\n\"Ahh, I see you have an eye for the exceptional.\" He says as he hobbles over to the display. \"This item is for those desire adoration. You will be seen in a better light. Your words will be silk. And you may find yourself among the company of those who desire you...but be warned, you may seek more adoration than you want.\"\n\n\"Umm okay.\" I think to myself while also picturing all of the outfits that it would go with. \"I think I'll take it, how much?\"\n\n\"$10 and it's yours\"\n\n\"Wow....really?\"\n\n\"Yes, but I don't take any returns.\"\n\n\"No worries about that.\" I saw as I pull the money out and hand it to him.\n\n\"Enjoy.....\" He says as he hands me the choker and I make my way off. I walk a few rows down and remember my friend loves chokers and head back to see if he has one for her. Weirdest thing though, I couldn't find his booth again. I guess he packed up right after me.\n\nThe next morning, I put together an outfit to go with my new accessory. A black dress should go nicely. As soon as I put the choker on, I can feel my body tingle. My waist goes slightly inward, my tits get a bit fuller highlight my now impressive cleavage, and my eyes have a shine in the mirror. \n\nI look at myself in the mirror. Admiring my new figure.\n\n\"Did...did the choker do this?\" I think to myself as I fiddle with it to find the clasp to undo it, only to find no clasp in the back. I thumb around the entire thing and try to pull it off but it doesn't rip or tear and I end up just hurting my neck a bit. \n\nWhat I didn't notice was a \"1\" appear in the gem when the sun hit it. \n\nI walk down the street and could feel the stares. I've never had men look at me before like this.\n\nWith each lustful glance, the number on the gem rose. \n\nI get to my local coffee shop and see the always cute barista. While waiting to order my usual, my head begins to flood with thoughts.\n\nYou want it.\n\nYou need it.\n\nHe can provide it \n\nPleasure him.\n\nMake him give you all of it.\n\nI can feel my self getting turn on. My face getting hotter and hotter. I try to control myself when I get to the counter.\n\n\"Hey welcome in! Wow, new wardrobe?\" He asks before getting a cup ready to make my order.\n\n\"Yeah you can say that.\" I say trying to ignore the sensations in my body. \"Can I get an iced coffee and a scone please?\n\n\"Of course, anything for you ma'am!\" He gleefully responds\n\n\"You don't have to call me ma'am, I've been coming here for years.\" I say with a small blushing smile. \"But ummm if you give me your number, I'd like to call you after work.\"\n\nI see him get flustered....\"actually I'm off in 15 minutes if you want to stick around\"\n\n\"Sure, I'll be waiting\" I saw as I flash him a wink."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Awkward misunderstandings from a Submissive free use wife. | [
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"content": "\"Wait, *what* did my husband say to you?\" Alisha says crossing her arms a bit confused, annoyed but curious enough, *aroused*. \n\nOblivious to the awkward phrasing Simon sips his coffee as he looks back towards her and reaffirms \"Yeah Todd said I could use you to help over come my problem....If you don't mind of course\". \n\nWhat Simon is completely foot-in-mouth referencing is a conversation in which he expresses his lack of confidence when it comes to women. To cheer him up Todd reminded him how casual and cool he is around Alisha so maybe he can practice with her. \n\n...Meanwhile what Alisha thinks he's referencing is a recent conversation in which she opened up with Todd about her free use fetish and how much she gets off to being \"used\". \n\nBlushing deeply now as she squirms a bit in her seat Alisha tries to relax before she lets out with a meek \"Uh...so...how did you want to use me exactly...?\" savoring this moment of seeming objectification and being indulged by her husband. \n\nNot reading the room in the slightest Simon smiles as he pulls out some papers from his bag covered in doodles and poorly written pick up lines though to Alisha he might as well have pulled out the Karma sutra from the context she' interfered. \n\n\"Oh wow....\" She says her hand slightly covering her mouth as her mind fills with lewd positions, and depraved sex acts he will inflect upon her. Her nipples begin to harden under her shirt as she turns away slightly as Simon goes over his notes. \n\n\"Oh Alisha I've always wanted to know this, how many dates do you need to go on before you can ask a girl to see her boobs?\" Simon says innocently enough although to Alisha it is anything but. \n\nWhen Alisha started dating Todd she was a bit of a prude and recalls it being quite a few dates till her saw her boobs, Todd jokes about that with her many a time so it couldn't be a coincidence. \n\nDeep red in the face her coffee still untouched and as Simon sits there casually Alisha takes a deep breath before she lifts up her shirt and bra revealing her breasts. \n\n\"Oh...Wow\" Simon says awestruck as this is the first time he's seen boobs in person. \"...I guess not the long\" Simon writes down as Alisha sits there and continues to flash him. Alisha figured this would be the first way she would be used having such a shapely chest though she never expected to be showing them off to Simon of all people. \n\nBiting his lip at the display Simon thinks a bit and says \"So If she lets me see them, it's wouldn't be outlandish if I could touch them right?\" as he rubs his building erection in his pants. \n\nAgain stunned at the choice of words Alisha can't help but look back towards him her body tingling with arousal. \"Everything about this situation is outlandish yet you still pose the question if you can feel them?\" Is what Alisha thinks to herself before she whimpers out a \"Not to me\" once again surrendering before his \"reasoning\". \n\n\"Damn I never knew that..\" Simon says casually reaching and taking one of Alisha's boobs into his grasp. A sultry moan escapes Alisha's lips as she focuses on taking her shirt off to ease Simon groping her chest. \n\nNonchalantly kneading Alisha's boob as she sits there topless and quite turn on unbeknownst to him Simon casually thumbs her nipple forcing another gasp to escape her lips. Immediately noticing it Simon does it again though with his index finger once again causing her to moan. \"Are all girls nipples this sensitive Alisha?\" Simon says as he attempts to stifle his arousal for the sake of learning about the female body. \n\nFingers tracing her nipples Alisha shutters in pleasure as she lets out \"..u-H depends on the girl...ahh\" she lets out as Simon cups both breasts with his hands and squeeze's them in his grasp. Rubbing her nipples with his thumb and index fingers Simon unintentionally bring Alisha to a climax she's been desperately seeking."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and your roommate have an understanding. You do the chores, and they’ll be free use to you. | [
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"content": "As I rode the elevator up to our floor, I started getting horny. I knew my roommate was going to take me hard today, the floors had needed waxing and he hated that task. Thankfully, I needed it hard today. Hard, long, and merciless.\n\nIt had been a long day of laying down the law on sophomores, who were doubly resentful of poor grades, and those grades being handed out by a woman. I had thought the sexism in STEM would decrease as I advanced in the field, silly me.\n\nA shiver ran through me as I arrived at the floor, and walked the few steps to their front door. It opened at my approach, with my roommate, the perfect gentlemen in public, smiling gently and reaching out for my satchel. I also smiled demurely, and walked in calmly.\n\nAs soon as that door lock clicked, he was all over me. One hand down the back of my pants, grabbing my ass, one hand up my blouse fondling my breasts, and his mouth all over my face. I started helping him, unbuttoned my pants and lifting my shirt. He stopped me from removing my shirt, giving me a predatory smile and spinning me round, slamming me up against the wall, pushing me into it with a low growl. Gods yes.\n\nI was so glad to hear that growl, it meant he was at his controlled worst. His uncontrolled worst was just abuse, but this? I needed this. He kept one hand in the middle of my back, pinning me to the wall while his other hand reached down and pulled down my pants, pulling one leg up and now pressing his whole body against me. I was helpless, and exposed.\n\nIt was so good after work, having to be the baddest bitch in the department all day, to come home to someone who understood my needs. I needed to let go, I needed someone else to not just be in charge, but to TAKE charge. And he was rising to the occasion magnificently today.\n\nI felt his breath on my cheek, heard his clothes rustle for a moment, and then with no ceremony or foreplay, he just took me. Shoved that lovely 7-incher right up my cunt, to the hilt. If I had been dry, it would have ripped something. But he didn't stop or slow down for a moment, pumping into me without regard, grunting into my ear and pulling my knee even higher so he had better control.\n\nI felt my whole core go limp, the prelude beginning. I could feel myself getting warmer, wetter, and involuntarily I moaned.\n\nHis demeanor changed at that, he pulled me off the wall, threw me to the floor and said \"You don't need to enjoy this, Toy!\" And he immediately rearranged me into a kneeling position, squaring up his hips to go up my ass. I almost came right there, and he wasn't even close to done. \n\nThis was going to be a good night!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An unsatisfied size queen is transported to a fantasy world where her particular set of skills can be put to the test. | [
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"content": "A wandering girl, lost but resolute, has been wandering the twisting paths for hours now. Stone walls, adorned with moss and ivy, reached higher than her head and obstructed the view, space inbetween them by no means claustrophobic, but definitely limited. Just enough for several people walking abreast. It was... peaceful, even if confusing. Birdsong and gentle sound of wind rustling leaves above provided some ambience, it was pleasantly warm, and the ground under her feet was mossy or covered in flat, wide stones, easy to walk on.\n\nStill, the girl was wary. First of all, the place was unfamiliar for her and she was starting to suspect it's not an easy one to leave. This morning, she simply woke there, in the center of a small plaza where multiple paths crossed. Warm, comfortable, but with no hint as to how or why did she arrive to this place. No personal possession came with her, barring her familiar clothes - a simple t-shirt and a pair of comfortably stretched jeans; she was barefoot. Even so, she stood tall, presenting an amazonian body type she took really good care of, with lots of exercise *and... exercise*. Well developed muscles hinted at by their visible movements and tension - attributed to general wariness - harmoniously accentuated the gentle curves of her hips and waist. There was a spring in her step, strong legs carrying her forward with no apparent effort, despite a long hike they had to endure today.\n\nHer name was Sylvia. She was many things: a student, a hiker and climber, a half-competent fencer and singer, and to those better informed, an avid masturbator and nearly unstoppable sex machine. Long story short, a person taking lots of enjoyment from everything and anything her body or mind could supply her with. She was also lost, curious, somewhat nervous, initial shock of her new surroundings wearing off. What she was not, however, was neither hungry or dehydrated. Interestingly, she found packs with water flasks and prepared food - of a 'ration' variety - just lying around in various places. Some were half-hidden, some left in plain sight, either thrown away or with their straps snapped. There were also a few clothing articles - no shoes, though - and even a few blade weapons, including a short straight sword snapped in half. No hint of anyone the hastily discarded baggage could belong to.\n\nThis was about to change, as she heard some noises in the distance, closing in as she neared, only to suddenly culminate in a female cry. Still wary, but in a sudden hurry, Sylvia reached the next corner of stone walled alley as silently as she could, to peek into the space hidden from her view.\n\nIn a small plaza with a fountain at the edge, there was a briefly static tableau of a beauty and the beast. A literal one. Sylvie could feel her muscles tightening in shock caused by encountering the impossible. Her eyes darted all across the space, picking up details of the scene.\n\nA girl. Young, maybe reaching her twenties. Dark hair, braided. Stumbling back from...\n\nA monster, towering over her. A hulking figure, very very muscular and covered with fur the colour of sand; half crouching as if to spring forward. A massive, inhuman head adorned with a pair of deer-like horns. And in the beastly face, a pair of deep, thoughtful eyes, fixated upon...\n\n*A triangle of dark hair visible between the girl's legs,* exposed from the confines of a plain white dress, torn and thrown at the edge of the fountain nearby. Her nudity, *so fresh and tempting*, offset by the fright in her stare, focused on...\n\nHis nudity, at first obvious and detached from any sexual context due to his almost animalistic appearance, but then striking the observer with its full, primal force. His body seemed almost human in proportion, and unwittingly, Sylvia started seeing him more as a man than a beast. She took a sudden, deep breath, noticing...\n\nHis arms and chest, broad and strong, evoking fear of the confrontation *and also a sense of safety, face buried in a warm hug*.\n\nHis legs, with elongated ankle joints and hooves instead of feet, looking as if his joints were reversed like horse's. And muscular, tendons dancing under his skin and short fur, seemingly ready to deliver a lot of force with every step or leap *... or thrust that would drive his hips forward in an unrelenting, primal dance...*\n\nA v-shaped line of his stomach and waist, trim with no unnecessary fat, promising strength and endurance *to move and keep moving, to lose yourself in a primal urge to...*\n\nSylvia's eyes went lower, and she licked her lips, suddenly dry, while being uncomfortably conscious that her *other* lips felt suddenly warm, slightly wet, and pulsing.\n\nHe was erect, very much visibly *and deliciously* so. His member matched the body - a dark, hairless manhood the size of a club, with very defined ridge and an enormous head topping it *and already glistening wet*. It visibly throbbed, once, and a pearl of milky liquid appeared on the tip. Underneath, a pair of grapefruit-sized testes swinged just barely, kept tight and close to body despite - or because of - their owner's evident arousal. \n\nIt was all weird, unexplained, *wrong*. But Sylvie's pussy throbbed in sync with the shiver that passed through his body. She put a hand on her mound. Her hips moved on their own, pressing into it, her pussy desperate for stimulation.\n\nThe other girl cried out, with no words, but the fright and desperation clear in her voice as she tried to stumble onto her feet and - what? crawl away? outrun the male, whoever he was? He was definitely stronger and faster than her.\n\nSylvia did not make any conscious decision. She just stumbled, forward, into their view, her hands travelling along her body on their own, touching, pressing, peeling her jeans off her hips, then legs, one after another. She regained her balance and threw away the garment, then her panties, finally freeing herself from her shirt. Not knowing why, or how, just that it was exactly what she needed *and wanted* to do.\n\nShe almost fell on her knees, her back straight, face up, searching for the creature's stare. She licked her lips. The scent of her arousal wafted through the air.\n\n---------------------------------------------------------\n\nI might have underestimated the amount of context and setup I *needed* for this one. Hope you enjoy it, there might eventually be another part to follow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Hmm…you’ll make a good husband.” Startled by the voice, you turn around to see a voluptuous, muscly, and completely naked woman standing behind you. “Your coming with me!” She says as she easily picks you up and whisks you away. | [
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"content": "Jack sat, eyes glazed over as he barely watched whatever was on TV. Something about animals. Probably. It was just one more thing. One more thing that never changed in his life. For him, the days blended together, to the point where he sometimes forgot what day it was.\n\nHe let out a heavy sigh and shut the TV off. He needed a change. Something different, even slightly. He opted to do this by changing what he watched. Not anything on a screen though. No, he needed something else. So, he left the apartment and headed to the roof. He figured watching the people go by would be something. \n\nHe got to the roof and sat, positioned so that he could see the ground without fear of falling. Or making people think he was going to jump. Jack might have been starved for something different, but that was too far, even for him.\n\n\"Hm, not bad. Yes, I think you'll do nicely.\" Said a woman behind him.\n\nNow Jack was very glad he was not on the edge, because the sudden voice would have made him fall. He had not heard the door open behind him, and there had not been anyone there before. He quickly turned to see who was there.\n\nThe woman looked like a combination of a Barbie doll and a bodybuilder. She stood on long legs that were packed with lean, powerful cords of muscle. Her wide hips ran up to a tiny waist that sported an eight pack so ripped he could do laundry off them. Her breasts were the size of large, ripe cantaloupes, and covered thick, ridged plates of muscle. Her broad, cannonball shoulders ran down to thick, ripped arms that were almost as big as some men's thighs.\n\nNot only that, but she was stunningly beautiful. Wavy hair the color of spun gold hung down just passed her shoulders, framing a classic heart shaped face. Eyes the color of the clear sky darted around, seeming to take in everything perfectly. Her bright red lips wore a smile radiating confidence. It was like she had been made from every best feature of every celebrity and glamor model.\n\nIt took another few moments to realize that she was also completely naked. Her powerful body was on full display, and she was obviously not ashamed of it.\n\n\"Yes, I'm sure of it. You'll make a fine husband indeed.\" She said again.\n\n\"Huh?\" It was the only thing Jack could come up with to say.\n\nThe woman closed the distance between them quickly and scooped him into her arms, lifting him like he was a baby. She carried him along the roof, leaving Jack to scramble to hang on.\n\n\"Wha? Who? Huh?\"\n\n\"Don't worry, I'll handle everything.\" She said, as if that explained anything.\n\nHer knees bent, and she jumped. She soared through the air, traveling several blocks in a single jump. If he had any air in his lungs, Jack would have screamed. The moment she landed, she jumped again, traveling even father this time. Each time she jumped, she gained more distance, like she was doing the world's largest triple jump.\n\nShe ate through miles in seconds, leaving him no time to ask her anything. He did not even know where he was anymore by the time she finally stopped. Even then, she did not put him down though. It did give him some time to look around.\n\nThey were in a forest somewhere. Large trees rose up all around them, and various shrubs filled the space between them. The woman plowed through the underbrush without even slowing down. It did give him a chance to catch his breath and finally ask the questions he had been holding in.\n\n\"Who are you? Where are we? What do you want with me? Where are you taking me?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] It seemed like a great deal! She still got to keep the big bedroom, and her slime girl roommate would cover nearly all the rent.. of course, her roommate now had full access to *her womb*... For sleeping, "play," or "other purposes"... | [
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"content": "The offer had seemed too good to be true. I had been looking at renting an apartment, but didn’t have the money to live on my own. I had posted a few roommate offers on a few different social medias and even on a monster girl forum, but wasn’t really expecting a response. Then, out of the blue, she sent me a message.\n\n“Hey, I saw your post on the roommate forum on the monster girl website I frequent, and I wanted to see if you were willing to consider a rather… different offer.\n\nI was intrigued, so I messaged her back, and over the next few days, I figured out that she was willing to cover 95% of the cost of an apartment far beyond my own price range, let me keep the nicest bedroom, so long as she got exclusive access to… “my womb?”\n\nThat one threw me for a loop. We talked further, and I found out that she was a slime girl named jenny, and she wanted somewhere wet and warm to sleep in. Apparently a human womb is one of the only things that fits all the criteria without being prohibitively expensive. She wants my womb for purposes of sleep, ‘play,’ and ‘other purposes.’\n\nI ask her what those last two mean. She tells me that play means sex, which gives me pause. I ask her what ‘other purposes’ means. \n\nShe tells me that “other purposes” means that she doesn’t know what all she intends to do with my womb, but that she’ll ask before doing anything not discussed previously.\n\nAfter much consideration, I send back a message saying that I’d like to take her up on the offer. \n\nWe find an apartment with two bedrooms, a bathroom with an actual bath, a kitchen, dining room, and living room, and a room I intend to make into a computer room. \n\nIt’s perfect. With an apartment this nice, and with me not having to pay nearly anything for rent, I can’t back out of this deal now, regardless of how weird the stipulations are.\n\nWe arrange to meet up to finalize the deal, and sign the lease that we had the landlord send us, and so that I can finally meet Jenny in person.\n\nWe meet up at the apartment, so we can do an in person inspection before signing. I get there first, and look around the place. It really is perfect, and as I start to check the place for any issues, She comes through the door.\n\nJenny is taller than I expected, at 5’9”, and she’s one of the curviest girls I’ve ever seen. Breasts as big as my head, a round ass that’s just as well endowed, and long, shapely legs. She’s a beautiful cobalt blue, and she’s wearing a short dress that goes just halfway down her thighs. I can see multiple slime tendrils coming out of her back, and she wears sleek blue latex gloves and thigh highs, with high heeled boots that go up to her knees.\n\n“Hey, my eyes are up here,” She says, cutting off my thoughts.\n\nWhoops, must have been staring too long.\n\nI introduce myself. \n“Hi! I mean… Hello! I’m Annabelle, but you can call me Anna. You already know that, why am I-“\n\nShe laughs, and cuts me off:\n“You don’t need to be so nervous. We’re going to be living together, I think you get to be yourself around me.”\n\nI blush, and we continue talking, as we explore the place. We don’t find any issues, so I decide to ask about Jenny’s stipulation.\n\n“So, Jenny. What exactly is you having full access to my womb going to mean?”\n\nShe laughs again. I could listen to that laugh nonstop.\n“Well, as you already know, a human womb is pretty much the perfect conditions for a slime to sleep in. Warm, wet, and compact, but capable of expanding to hold a large mass.”\n\n“Yes, but what will it mean for me?” I ask.\n\n“Well, your belly will expand while I’m in there, rather like pregnancy. You’ll feel me moving around inside of you if I’m awake, but if I’m asleep you’ll just feel kinda full. I’m told it’s extremely pleasant once you get used to it.” She explains.\n\nShe continues, “When I enter or exit your womb, you’ll feel a large insertion or expulsion of mass, which will feel rather like sex as I understand it.”\n\nShe walks closer to me, and puts a hand on my cheek, whispering into my ear.\n\nShe whispers, “I also have a huge human fetish, so I’m going to be trying my best to give you an orgasm whenever I can.”\n\nI gulp.\n“Well… that all sounds fine, I’ve already signed the lease, so if you want to…”\n\nShe cuts me off with a kiss, pushing me and pinning me to the nearest wall.\n\n“You really talk too much.” She says, pulling back but not releasing me.\nI feel a prodding at my pussy and see one of her tendrils moving to prod at my now soaked entrance.\n\n“What… what are you doing?” I manage out.\n\n“I’m giving you a sneak peek at what me owning your womb will look like.” She says, with a devilish smile on her face.\n\nShe returns to kissing me, and pins my arms above my head with a tendril. Her arms move to hold my sides, as she starts thrusting into me with one of her tendrils. Two more move to start wrapping around my breasts. \n\n“See, I’m not just planning on using your womb for sleep, I plan on using you as my own personal sex-toy while you live here. Your body is just so perfect.”\n\nAs she talks, I see her clothes start to fall to the floor, through her body. She keeps thrusting into me, and I cry out in pleasure.\n\n“That’s what I want to hear, cute little cries of pleasure from a good girl like you, oh they turn me on so bad.”\n\nHer thrusts start to increase speed, and the tendrils holding my breasts start to roughly squeeze and pull. \n\n“I’m close, Anna. But I need you to cum for me before I finish inside you. Can you cum for me? Cum for me, my good girl.”\n\nAll of the stimulation, the praise, and the dirty talk finally get to me, and I cry out in ecstasy. \n\n“OH GOD, JENNY! JUST LIKE THAT!”\n\nI let loose a torrent of wet, sticky juices, which all seem to get absorbed into my slime lover.\n\n“That’s right, that’s what I like to see. Now, I’m going to burst inside of you, and fill up your tight little womb!”\n\nI feel Jenny explode inside of me, and as she does, I see her rush through my entrance, filling my womb. I watch as my belly starts to expand, And as Jenny disappears fully, my stomach stops growing. I look like I could give birth tomorrow, and I feel her moving around inside me.\n\nI cum again, but nothing releases. Jenny probably absorbed everything that came from that one.\n\nI lie back, with Jenny resting inside of me, and think to myself about what just happened.\n\nI could get used to this."
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"content": "Holy crap, just role reverse with a dominatrix and a submissive male. Whether or not being penetrated is \"dominant\" or \"submissive\" is pointless in this scenario. If she wants to use her pussy to edge her partner like it were a cocksleeve with him having a cockring on to keep him from cumming, and \"earn the right to cum\" inside of her, then that's how it works. \n\nWhether penetration is more masculine or feminine is stupidly pointless. It's down to the individual and what they want. Science be damned when trying to understand kinks."
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"content": "\"Dr. Alleyne, I have the supplies you asked for.\"\n\nI pushed the cart over into the corner as Dr. Alleyne looked up from the microscope and responded, \"Thank you, Martin. And please, call me Prudence.\"\n\nI took a seat next to her and asked, \"So have you figured out what that thing is yet?\"\n\n\"I don't have all the details, but from what I've ascertained, it's some kind of symbiotic lifeform. Doesn't resemble any sort of single-celled organism from Earth--it's actually more like a fungus. It's quite--\"\n\n\"Hey. Cabin boy.\"\n\nPrudence and I turned around to see Captain Rick--or Captain Prick as he was more commonly known among the crew--standing in the entryway. \"Beat it. Prudence and I gotta talk.\"\n\nI rolled my eyes and fired back, \"For the last time, I'm the bosun's mate.\"\n\n\"Yeah, doesn't matter. Prudence--\"\n\nPrudence turned back around to the microscope as she coldly replied, \"I've told you before: *you* will call me Dr. Alley--MMPH!\"\n\nThe symbiote suddenly jumped off of the slide and latched onto Prudence's face. I jumped back as Prudence fell to the ground struggling. After a few seconds, the symbiote absorbed into Prudence's skin as she passed out. I checked for a pulse as Captain Prick remarked, \"Well. Looks like we're gonna need a new medical officer.\"\n\n\"What the fuck is wrong with you?! We need to get her to medi...cal...\"\n\nI trailed off as Prudence began to grow, her breasts stretching out the fabric of her shirt until it tore in half. I let go of Prudence's wrist and stepped back as she kept on changing, her moaning getting louder and more desperate as she did. As her pants gave way under the sheer size of her ass and milk dripped from her breasts like a tap, Prudence's eyes shot open. \"Ooh, now *that* certainly filled in the gaps. But now I need something else filled.\"\n\nCaptain Prick grinned lewdly. \"You know what? Maybe we don't need a new science officer.\"\n\nPrudence sat up and put on a disgusted expression. \"Ugh, you're still here? Computer, activate restraints.\"\n\nA pair of metal rings shot out from the wall and locked themselves around Prick's wrists before magnetically snapping onto the wall. Prick struggled against them to no effect as Prudence grabbed a scalpel and started cutting off his uniform. Once the uniform was completely tattered, she tore it away and presented Prick's naked form.\n\nThe man was *puny*. It didn't even look like a dick, it was more like a soggy, worn-down highlighter. I tried my hardest to suppress my laughter as Prudence cupped Prick's face and remarked, \"Oh, Prick, this is *beyond* pathetic. You barely even come up to an inch! But don't worry: once I'm done here, I'll make sure you're. Even. Smaller.\"\n\nPrudence abruptly taped his mouth shut before turning her attention to me. I started backing away slowly as I said, \"Prudence, listen to me. We need to get you to medical so we can figure out--\"\n\nPrudence knelt down in front of me and started undoing my belt as she interjected, \"Oh, I know exactly what's going on. And I would love to tell you all about it.\"\n\nPrudence then yanked my pants down, causing my already erect cock to slap her cheek gently. Prudence giggled as she traced circles on my tip. \"Martin! You didn't tell me you were part bull! You see that, Prick? This is what a *real* man looks like. And *this* is how real men get treated.\"\n\nPrudence started pumping her tits up and down on my cock. I gasped at the feeling and said, \"S-So what's going on?\"\n\n\"Well, as you can see, I have established a link with the symbiote and currently have a great deal of information on its nature uploaded to my brain. The species has no name for themselves, so I've taken the liberty of dubbing them myceliums. Their reproductive system is simply fascinating; they need an ample supply of endorphins, dopamine, and oxytocin in order to produce offspring, so they bond with a host to produce that supply in exchange for a series of rigorous physical enhancements.\"\n\n\"So... the myceliums--\"\n\n\"Make you into horny, supercharged fuck machines. And guess what? They'll work on you too.\"\n\nI let out a moan and blew my load all over Prudence's face as she hoisted up her breasts and shot her milk right into my mouth. Prudence applauded at the fact she'd hit her target as I wiped off my mouth. \"Tastes creamier than I expect--whoa!\"\n\nA sudden wave of heat raced through my body as my brain felt like it was getting spun around in a mixing bowl. My muscles started to grow, bulging out from under my skin as my cock got longer and thicker. I steadied myself against the wall as my balls got fuller, only barely noticing that my hand had crumpled the metal like paper. As the changes started winding down, my thoughts became increasingly more lewd until I physically couldn't think of anything without it tying back to sex.\n\nI looked down at Prudence as I fucked her like I was trying to split her in half. \"Quite the discovery, Prudence.\""
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