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Write a story using this writing prompt: What would happen if the extremly depraved and very kinky nerdy girl who is always bullied finds a cursed magical tome? | [
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"content": "\"What's that you're reading, Emma? Another one of those dumb fantasy books?\"\n\nThe shy girl was sitting between the shelves at the very back of the library, far enough from the entrance that nobody would see her. She only now realized the drawback to this strategy - if her bullies *did* find her, there would be nobody around to help.\n\n\"It's not important,\" Emma clutched the book close to her chest.\n\n\"Yeah, you never read anything important,\" Jennifer said casually. Then she yanked the book out of Emma's arms the moment she let her guard down. \"Well if it's not important, I guess you don't mind me taking a look!\"\n\n\"Hey! Give that back!\"\n\nThe taller girl easily kept the book out of reach. \"Spells of Mending and Binding,\" she read from the front cover. \"I knew it was one of your lame fantasy romances.\"\n\nShe opened to a random page. \"'A spell to bind the tongue.' 'A spell to compel truth.' Oh my god, this isn't a fantasy book, it's a *spell book!*\" Jennifer cackled.\n\n\"Stop laughing!\" Emma begged. \"It's not funny!\"\n\n\"Do you actually believe this stuff? Just chant *Lingua Restricta* like it's a Harry Potter book and something will happen? That's so...\"\n\nJennifer stopped laughing, because the pages of the book had started to *glow.* A jet of pink light leaped up from the pages and struck Emma's mouth, covering it with a glowing pink panel.\n\n\"Oh holy shit. It *worked?*\"\n\nEmma pulled at the gag with both hands, but it didn't move. She grunted desperately, and started to back away from Jennifer, scooting herself along the floor. The bully instantly reacted, like a shark smelling blood.\n\n\"Hey, don't run away yet! I want to try out some of these other spells.\"\n\nJennifer quickly pointed to another line of text. \"A spell to seize the body. *Ancora Articulorum Magna.*\"\n\nRings of light appeared around Emma's arms and legs, locking her in place, sprawled on her back in front of her bully.\n\n\"Oh man, this is amazing. I can't believe you didn't use any of these spells yourself. Too scared to give it a try?\"\n\nJennifer flipped through the pages, looking for more spells, and scowled. \"The hell? It's all in this weird runic stuff. How did you learn anything from it?\"\n\nShe flipped back to the first page and shrugged. \"Ah well, I guess I can make *you* tell me how it works. *Veritas Dicta Aut Pune!*\"\n\nThe gag faded into a sparkling outline, and Emma sighed with relief. \"It's a cursed book. It only shows you spells that you'll find tempting. You can cast them really easily, but it'll always be tempting you to do dark and depraved things.\"\n\nShe glared at her bully. \"I guess this must turn you on, tying me up like this, or you wouldn't have been able to read that spell. Didn't know we had that in common.\"\n\n\"In common... Heh, so you're a lesbian as well? Wait, but if you could read that spell too... are you a *masochist?*\"\n\nEmma whimpered as the spell over her mouth started to glow brightly. Her cheeks puffed up like she was trying to hold her breath, but she couldn't resist the spell. She finally gasped out a \"Yes.\"\n\n\"Oh? Are you starting to *enjoy* our fun together? Is that why you were reading this book? Looking for some perverted spells for me to use on you?\"\n\nIt was a rhetorical question, but the spell compelled Emma anyway. \"N-no! The book said the advanced bindings could work on relationships as well as people. I thought... maybe we could be friends again.\" She flushed, embarrassed to admit it.\n\nEmma gagged briefly as the spell continued to force words out of her. \"Nngh... Okay, yes, these spells also turn me on. But I didn't want it like this!\"\n\nThe spell finally stopped, and Jennifer chuckled. \"That's so pathetic it's almost adorable. You get a magic book that can do anything you want, and you want us to *be friends again.* Like we're still in fourth grade. Well, don't worry, I'm sure you'll learn to enjoy our little games eventually...\"\n\nEmma whimpered as her bully leaned over her. \"Now. Tell me one of your fantasies. What's a spell you want someone to use on you, but you're too scared to admit it?\"\n\nEmma struggled furiously, but the words came rushing out. \"*Tentaculae Coitum Capite et Abute.* It summons a tentacle rape monster. Which *sounds* sexy, but the book never showed me a spell to *un*-summon it.\"\n\n\"Well, you don't have to worry about that, now that I'm the one in control.\" Jennifer held the book in front of her and repeated the words of the spell. \"*Tentaculae Coitum Capete et Abute.*\"\n\nThe book reacted instantly, purple-pink fleshy tentacles lunging out of the pages and wrapping around Jennifer.\n\n\"Hey, what is it... mmph!? Hmmph!\" A tentacle forced its way into the bully's open mouth, while others began crawling under her clothes and wrapping around her limbs.\n\nEmma watched for a few seconds as the tentacle monster pulled itself fully out of the book, then scrunched her face in concentration. The gag vanished, followed by the shackles a few seconds later.\n\n\"So, fun fact. Most spells can be broken with an act of willpower, if the caster is distracted.\"\n\nShe picked up the fallen book and adjusted her glasses, looking coldly as the tentacle monster finished ripping Jennifer's clothes off. Smaller tentacles, covered in soft nubs and glistening wetly, began to work their way inside her holes.\n\n\"Other fun fact. The spell you used always targets the caster. It *is* a spell for masochists, after all.\"\n\nJennifer screamed into the tentacles as she realized how she had been tricked. But the stimulation was too intense. The girl's struggles gradually slackened, her screams turning into moans.\n\n\"It is pretty satisfying, isn't it? Even if it's not happening to me, this is turning me on.\"\n\nEmma opened the spellbook again. \"It's a little strange. I thought I'd feel more conflicted about putting someone in tentacle hell, but after what you tried to do... well, I think this is exactly what you deserve.\"\n\nShe tilted the book so that Jennifer could see the new spell, slowly resolving from the shifting runes. *A safe place to store living creatures. Forever.*\n\n\"Don't worry, I'm sure it has a spell to pull you out again. It wouldn't be fun if I couldn't see what's happening, right?\"\n\n\"*Ad Carcerem Eternem Ite*,\" Emma commanded. A black vortex appeared, and slowly dragged both Jennifer and the tentacle monster inside it, before vanishing without a trace. \n\nShe turned the book to a new page. Words began to appear at the top, displaying a new section title. \"*Spells to punish prisoners.* Well. I guess I do have a bit of sadist in me after all.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: This new job as a maid was great! You got paid great, hours were reasonable, a live in quarters! You were just curious as to why all the maid outfits were so…revealing? Why were all the other maids in some stage of pregnancy? And why did your employer ask for a “private cleaning” of his room? | [
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"content": "Janett handed me a set of keys with a sigh. \"These will give you access to all of the rooms you're allowed to clean,\" she recited. \"Every day at...\" she looked down at a large paper calendar on her desk and ran her finger along until she found what she was looking for. \"Every day at *noon* you're scheduled for a private *cleaning* in the master's room.\"\n\n\"Master?\" I repeated.\n\n\"He likes to be referred to as the master of the house,\" she said flatly, her eyes still scanning the calendar. She looked up at me. \"I'll have Clarissa come down to show you to your room. Do you have any *other* questions?\"\n\nI looked around and caught a glimpse of a girl dusting a shelf high above her head. Her back was to us and I could clearly see her ass cheeks hanging out from under the short, frilly black skirt she wore, trimmed with white lace. Her knee high stockings stretched over firm calves as she stood on her tiptoes and reached.\n\n\"Are *all* of the uniforms that... revealing?\" I asked.\n\nJanett stared at me blankly over her glasses. \"Yes,\" she said curtly. \"Anything else?\"\n\nI continued to watch as the girl turned toward us, a prominent baby bump swinging around in front of her, pushing the front of her skirt down and perfectly framed by her top, which was more like a bikini top than an actual shirt. I gasped, then stared with wide eyes. \"No,\" I said, a thousand questions dancing around in my head.\n\n\"Good,\" Janett said, relieved. She lazily picked up an old touch-tone telephone handset and dialed some numbers. I could hear a few rings, a click, and a voice. \"Yes, go ahead and send Clarissa down to show the new girl to her room.\" A high pitched, muffled voice muttered something. \"Then send Amy or Janice. I don't care. Just send someone down so that Sarah here can get changed and get to work. Her first private cleaning with the master is in thirty minutes!\" She swiftly returned the phone to its base and took a deep breath, holding it in and letting it out slowly through her nose with her eyes closed. She hunched over and scribbled something out on the calendar and made some notes muttering to herself. \"Lord almighty,\" she complained under her breath. \"The man just does whatever the hell he wants around here.\"\n\nJust a few seconds later another girl in the same... breezy outfit came speed-shuffling down a grand flight of stairs into the main entry hall where Janett's desk was tucked into a corner. I watched her approach, noting that she *also* had a less pronounced baby bump under the bra-like maid uniform top. Her hair was done up in a cute set of pigtails under a black and white lace headpiece that was tied under her chin. The short skirt was light and lifted slightly as she descended the steps revealing a cute pussy slit with absolutely no pubic hair in sight. I glanced at Janett, my questions multiplying like rabbits. My heart was racing and my gut began to squirm. *What have I gotten myself into?* I wondered, remembering her saying that I was scheduled for a \"private cleaning\" in the master's chambers in just thirty minutes.\n\nThe girl rushed toward me and halted abruptly. \"You must be Sarah,\" she said, smiling. \"Come with me!\" She turned and began retracing her steps and after a brief delay I followed, hurrying to keep up.\n\n\"And you are?\" I asked. \"Was it Janice? Amy?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" the girl giggled. \"No, I'm Megan.\"\n\nMy head spun. \"How many girls work here?\" I blurted out..\n\n\"Hmmm.\" She thought a moment, her plump ass cheeks gyrating in my face with each step she took up the long flight of stairs. \"Well...\" she counted her fingers, whispering names to herself. After touching each of her fingers a few times and thinking a bit longer she said, \"You know, I'm not really sure.\" She laughed, her pigtails bouncing around on her shoulders.\n\nWe reached the top of the stairs and she plunged into a long corridor lined with doors that were spaced a good fifty feet apart, at least. After passing several doors she stopped, looked carefully at a small brass plaque in the center of the door, and opened it.\n\n\"Alright,\" she chimed. \"This is your room. Number 37.\" She stepped inside and waited for me to follow. \"Here,\" she said, pointing at a dresser along the wall, \"you'll find your uniforms. You can put your street clothes in one of the empty drawers. The uniforms... they don't take up much drawer space.\" She snickered and continued. \"Before you change you might need to shave.\" She walked around me and back out into the hall. \"You're lucky,\" she said. \"The showers are just a few doors down from your room. I have to walk halfway across the mansion to get to the showers in my wing.\"\n\nShe took off again and I bounded after her. She eventually stopped in front of a door with a shiny brass plaque that had \"Showers\" engraved in it. *Everything* in sight was spotless. Megan opened the door and ushered me inside.\n\n\"Here is a drawer we keep stocked with disposable razors. You need to be hairless pretty much everywhere except your scalp and eyebrows,\" she said, giggling. \"Master's not a fan of body hair.\" She hopped up onto a counter in the extravagant bathroom and waited.\n\nThe bathroom had more square feet than any apartment I'd ever lived in, with long rows of showers, toilets, and sinks, but absolutely *no* privacy. I looked at Megan expectantly.\n\n\"Well,\" she said. \"Don't you have a cleaning with master at noon?\"\n\nI nodded.\n\n\"I'll wait. Go ahead and shave so I can show you how to put on the uniform.\"\n\n\"I think I can figure it out,\" I said slowly, reaching down and taking a disposable razor.\n\nShe smiled at me. \"I'm going to help you anyway,\" she said.\n\nI walked to the showers, eyeing Megan whose gaze followed my every move. I figured with the barely-there uniforms and the communal bathroom I might as well get used to it. I slid my pants and panties down in one go, calling out over my shoulder, \"I just shaved my armpits and legs this morning. I just need to touch up... down *there*.\"\n\n\"Oh, your pussy,\" she said cheerily. \"It's OK. We just call it a pussy here. No need for discretion.\"\n\nI rolled my eyes and turned on one of the showers, wetting the blade.\n\n***\n\nA few minutes later after puling, tugging, and stretching my lips in every way imaginable, I was convinced that it would take a scanning tunneling microscope to find any hairs poking out of my pores down there. I ran my fingers along the hyper-smooth pussy lips feeling satisfied and proud of my work when a flash of realization washed over my mind and slipped through my fingers. I *almost* put it all together, but the moment passed and Megan was getting impatient.\n\n\"Geez!\" she complained playfully. \"Are you doing surgery over there? You've only got five minutes before noon. We need to get you dressed!\"\n\nI grabbed a towel off the top of a pile nearby and patted myself dry before yanking my pants on. Megan grabbed me before I could button up and dragged me back out into the hall.\n\n\"No need to buckle up,\" she said. \"You're just taking them off again in your room. Let's go!\"\n\nOnce back inside my room she let the door fall gently closed behind us and threw open the drawer lined with skirts, tops, headgear, and stockings. There were two pairs of shiny black high heels by the dresser as well. She hurriedly pulled my pants back down while I tore my shirt off over my head. I could have sworn I felt her tongue flick out at my freshly shaved pussy as she stood back up, but in the heat of the moment I couldn't be sure. She handed me a top and had me take off my bra while sitting so she could pull the stocking socks on me. I reached behind my back awkwardly to unlatch my bra while she rolled a long, black legging over my foot and up my long leg. The band rested firmly against my mid-thigh leaving a few inches of exposed thigh under my waist.\n\nI struggled with the top while she rolled the other stocking up my leg. She sighed and stood to help me with the top before finishing with the other stocking. When I stood she handed me the skirt to step into and while I pulled it up she got the headgear ready. I stepped into the heels while she quickly brushed out my hair and pulled it into a simple ponytail. \"Master likes cute hairdos,\" she said conversationally, \"but we don't have time for that today. Maybe tomorrow.\" She plopped the headpiece onto my crown and walked around to my front side to tie it under my chin. She took a step back and glanced at a clock on the wall. \"Alright!\" she exclaimed. \"You look great and we've still got five minutes to get you to master's quarters!\"\n\nShe hurried to the door and waited for me to exit. As I stepped past her she slapped my half-exposed ass and giggled, quickly overtaking me and leading me back toward the grand staircase. I followed her down the stairs, around a corner, down a hall, and around another corner. I was panting a little when she finally stopped outside a large, ornate double-door entrance. She grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me to face her, looking me up and down. She looked me in the face and smiled.\n\n\"Alright Sarah. You'll knock twice and enter through the door on the *right*. Never enter through the left door. He *hates* that.\"\n\n\"Don't I need some cleaning supplies or something?\" I asked quickly.\n\n\"You've got everything you're going to need,\" she said, winking. She walked away, but not before giving my flat belly a couple of pats and pinching one of my butt cheeks hard.\n\nI turned to face the doors and took a step to the side until I was in front of the *right* door. I knocked twice, then slowly opened the door."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Turns out that horny Christmas list you made when you were fifteen was just cooking till now. Santa left a lot of great gifts this year. | [
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"content": "I crossed my legs and adjusted the hem of my skirt, before I idly munched on a snickerdoodle cookie. Sitting under the tree had gotten a little bit dull, since I'd been dropped off about an hour ago, but the silence in the house was broken by footsteps coming from up the stairs. It was still super late at night/early in the morning, but I couldn't help but smile, as I saw Isaac crossing the living room balcony.\n\nHe stopped in his tracks, and he gasped, almost dropping his phone. I just smiled and shrugged. Granted, I'm sure he didn't expect to see a beautiful woman wearing nothing but a christmas-themed knit halter top and mini skirt with candy cane thigh highs sitting by his family's Christmas tree, but he really should have expected me sooner or later!\n\n\"Who are you?\" He half whispered.\n\n\"I'm Mary,\" I said, with a warm smile. \"I'm your Christmas gift from Santa. I'm here and your girlfriend!\"\n\nHe looked totally shocked, as he started coming down the stairs towards the living room. Is eyes roamed over my body. I knew that I had been cloned to perfection. He'd written that list when he was 15, and the elves... And the goblins for that matter, had spent the last 5 years meticulously making a real 18-year-old girl who looks like a cross between ivy from soul Calibur and Samus Aran... But with bigger boobs. I smiled to myself, as I thought about that detail that had been on the list. I spread my arms wide and I gave my chest a little shake. My Holly jolly jugs bounced heavily from side to side, jiggling like two bowls full of jelly. \n\nIsaac cautiously started to approach me. I smiled and scrunched my nose, biting my lip a little bit. Granted, I knew I was made to be his girlfriend, but it was kind of disorienting just how attractive he was! To most people, he probably looked like a pretty normal gamer nerd, but to me, he was like some kind of hyperstimulus! I could feel My Kitty tingle with holiday cheer just looking at him. I sucked on one of my plump, Ruby red lips. My mouth was literally watering, as I saw his bulge bounce a little bit in his pajama pants.\n\n\"A girlfriend!?\" But I wrote that list years ago!\" \n\n\"Right!\" I said, \"And now I'm here! It kind of took them a while to work out the process. Good news is that things go much faster now that they've got it perfected! The goblin tinkerer that worked it out is actually going to get an award from the big guy this year! We bet girls are going to be really popular! We also got you here other stuff\" I added, gesturing around. \"Here's a complete set of all the Pathfinder books, and a new gaming laptop.\" There were some other assorted gifts around on the floor near me, but his eyes were focused on my chest, staring down my top at the pair of winter melons in my sweater.\n\n\"And a GGGgirl!?\" He stammered.\n\nI uncrossed my long legs, and I scooted around, rising up onto my knees. My breasts were just about at crotch level for him, if I squeezed them up against him, which I did. \"You look like you need to get your head cleared a little bit. Here, let me help!\"\n\nI pulled his candy cane out of his pajamas, and I gave him a long slow lick from base to tip! He tasted delicious! I couldn't help but smile, as I started to plant wet kisses up the sides of his shaft and to lick and suck the tip, humming with contentment as I savored every inch of his sugar stick. I took his Yule pole and started to rub it over the tops of my breasts, smacking my boobs with his thick and heavy member, making them jiggle and bounce, before I stroke him more with my hand and sucked on him with my mouth even more. He was practically going week in the knees, by the time I placed him between my marshmallowy boobs and started to stroke and suck him at the same time. I could feel him getting ready to spread his joy, so I took him into my mouth and gulped down every drop of his sweet white chocolate syrup, as he pumped my tummy full of his special eggnog.\n\nHe managed to stay standing! Which was great. I could tell that he was a little clearer-headed now, although he was still in total disbelief.\n\n\"That was... That was amazing! Can we do... Pretty much whatever?\"\n\n\"Don't worry!\" I winked. \"I'm pretty much a perfect girlfriend, and I'm definitely up for doing more. But some things will have to wait at least until your family does presents!\" I lifted up my skirt, giving him a flash of my red cotton panties. In white lettering, there was a simple phrase. \"Don't open until Christmas\". I gave him a single shouldered, apologetic shrug. \"It be against the rules for us to go any further before you do gifts, but I think you'll probably want to wait until a little bit after that still...\"\n\nHis cock started to stir in my hand a little, and I gave it an affectionate nuzzle and another stroke against my breasts. I loved how horny he was! Almost as horny as me! Christmas was going to be awesome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elderly King gets married to a quiet princess from another kingdom. | [
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"content": "He wasted no time. \n\nThe ceremony was barely over that the King dragged his new spouse into the nuptial room. \n\nShe watched him slowly undress himself, struggling slightly with the buttons and buckles around his oversized belly. \n\n\"Now, make me a son,\" he said, as he lay in the four-poster bed, naked. \"My kingdom needs an heir. Many have tried, but none were worthy of receiving my seed.\"\n\nShe was unimpressed. \n\nHe was a great warrior once, back in the days when it was said he ruled on horseback. Now the King mostly rules from behind a dinner table. \n\nShe began to understand the fate of the young maidens before her. Those who were married off to the tyrant as a desperate attempt to prevent their realms from a bloody invasion. None survived more than a few months. They were accused of being barren, and executed, but not before the King's troops were all set to wage war on the poor women's home kingdoms. \n\nSo _that_ was the King of the greatest warring empire in the world. Fat and impotent. \n\nNow it was her turn. \n\nHe looked as she walked seductively towards him, her body moving like a snake. Like a cat. \n\nThis one is special, he thought. There was a glint in her eye. \n\nSlowly and deliberately, she unfastened the straps and laces that held her bridal gown. \n\nThe King felt something stir inside him. The way she swayed her hips and caressed herself... His heartbeat quickened. Her dress fell to the ground, revealing only a waist cincher and a garter belt holding up her silk stockings. \n\nHis heart skipped, in shock. A whore! How dare this woman come in his bridal bedroom in the attire of a common whore! He felt his blood pumping against his temples in outrage, yet he became aware of a warmth spreading in his loins. \n\nHe watched her put one foot on the edge of the bed, and, grabbing a bedpost the steady herself, gently run her hand from her breasts, over her small stomach, down to the folds of her pussy. \n\nHe watched the scandalous display as she parted her rosy lips for him and gave her clit a long, slow rub until she was dripping wet. \n\nHe felt a surge of excitement as he imagined parting those tight folds and burying himself into her warm, wet cave. It has been so long! \n\nHe ran his hand over his still mostly flaccid member, and groaned in frustration. This whore was not worthy of a King!\n\nShe climbed over the bed and crawled towards him. His anger must be appeased. She crawled over his belly, over his chest, and very deliberately positioned herself above his face, the mound of her musky pubis an inch from his nose. \n\nBefore he could voice his outrage, she applied her lips to his mouth and swayed her hips. He made an attempt to push her off his face, but she was firmly grabbing onto his head. After a few more half-hearted attempts, she felt a timid tongue dart across her wet folds. \n\nHer musky scent was intoxicating. Abandoning all sense of propriety, he vigorously lapped up her juices and generously licked her lips. His rough tongue flicked her clit, then moved down to push past her entrance. \n\nA hymen!\n\nThis little vixen was a virgin after all! \n\nA surge of electricity flowed through him. The sensation of a woman so indecently close to him was something he never felt before. He pushed his tongue against the thin membrane, trying to tear it, to be the first to enter the forbidden area. This proved impossible, but the pressure had made her even wetter than before, and she rubbed herself harder over his mouth and nose. \n\nSensing the time was ripe, she dismounted, and crawled back between his legs. He was now almost fully erect. \n\nOld bugger! How much more is it going to take?\n\nShe grabbed the half-flaccid member and put her lips around it. She felt a surge of blood as the scandalous act ignited more hidden desires in the King. \n\nHe groaned in pleasure as she gently sucked on his length. \n\n\"I can't believe I never let anyone do this before,\" he sighed. \n\nHis erection firmly established, she began working on his orgasm, which she felt building up almost immediately. \n\nImpotent _and_ premature. What a joke. \n\n\"No, wait, I must have a son!\" he yelled, as the fog of lust cleared for just enough time to realize he was about to spill in the woman's mouth. \n\nShe ignored him. She felt the tell-tale throb as sucked on his tip and stroked his shaft with both hands. She engulfed his whole length into her mouth as she stroked the underside of his member with her tongue, until she felt the top push firmly against the back of her throat. \n\nShe then released him from her mouth just before he reached climax. She heard him grunt in frustration. The last strokes were given by her expert hands.\n\nSuddenly, just as the first jet of seeds came spilling out, she let go of him, raised herself, put her hands together in a fist, and with impeccable aim and timing, brought them down on his heart. \n\nHis penis spat out a last drop of cum as the limp body of the King sank into the bed. \n\nShe hadn't uttered a single word. \n\n* * *\n\nShe glanced in the direction of a closet. \"The deed is done.\"\n\nA muscular young man stepped out. His trousers were undone, and he was still rubbing himself. Clearly, he had enjoyed what he saw.\n\n\"Now, you must uphold your end of the bargain,\" she said, as she assumed a submissive position on the bed and offered him her behind. \n\nHe stood at the edge of the bed and pulled her towards him. He gently pushed against her, parting her lips, and rubbing his tip against her slit, front to back. She let out a moan as he rubbed against her clit, then down towards her asshole, and back. \n\n\"You're enjoying this, aren't you?\"\n\n\"God, fuck me, please. I've waited for so long.\"\n\n\"Fuck you where?\" he teased, as he rubbed his shaft against her lips. \n\n\"Anywhere, everywhere. Fuck me right here. Oh please,\" she moaned. \"I've done everything you wanted.\"\n\n\"Anywhere?\" He chuckled as he pressed himself gently against her asshole.\n\nShe felt a pang of fear and involuntarily clenched her butt. She quickly controlled herself and relaxed her muscles. If that's what he wanted, that's what he would get. She couldn't back down now that her fate was in his hands. \n\nHe chuckled again, toying with her. \n\n\"Don't worry, honey. We can't afford people to think something indecent happened with the Kind, can we?\"\n\nHe rammed his length into her, tearing her soft flesh. \n\nShe felt a sharp pain, followed by the waves of pleasure building up as he thrust himself into her. \n\nShe moaned as his girth stretched and stretched her tight virgin walls, and his expert fingers pinched and rubbed her sensitive clit. \n\nHer body trembled as she climaxed, and her pulsing and clenching vagina sent him over the edge. \n\nHe left as quietly as he came, fleeing through the window. \n\nShe would scream for help and claim that he King died as he came. She would be examined to prove the marriage had been consumed, then locked in a tower until her pregnancy was confirmed. \n\nIf all goes according to the plan, her son would become the new King, and she will have secured the loyalties of the Prince of Moor."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [meta] Am I missing something with the prompts? | [
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"content": "Sure!\n\nBeing someone who likes to write, I'm much more likely to take on a prompt that the entirely of it is one line than I am a prompt where the person basically starts a story and wants it continued.\n\nI want to have my brain tickled with a *concept* - I can do the *writing* bit myself.\n\nEdit: That said, downvoting is endemic in creative subreddits. Don't take it to mean anything at all other than some people are twits."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the style of a fairy tale, write some smut | [
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"content": "A long time ago there were a King and Queen who said every day, \"Ah, if only we had a child!\" but they never had one however often they fucked. But it happened that once when the Queen was bathing, a frog crept out of the water on to the land, and said to her, \"Your wish shall be fulfilled; before a year has gone by, you shall have a daughter.\" And the frog then became a man, and fucked the Queen until his seed was in her, but the Queen did not tell the King of it.\n\nWhat the frog had said came true, and the Queen had a little girl who was so pretty that the King could not contain himself for joy, and ordered a great feast. He invited not only his kindred, friends and acquaintances, but also the Wise Women, in order that they might be kind and well-disposed towards the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom, but as he had only twelve golden plates for them to eat out of, one of them had to be left at home.\n\nThe feast was held with all manner of splendor, and when it came to an end the Wise Women bestowed their magic gifts upon the baby: one gave virtue, another beauty, a third huge breasts, and so on with everything in the world that one can wish for.\n\nWhen eleven of them had made their promises, suddenly the thirteenth came in. She wished to avenge herself for not having been invited, and without greeting, or even looking at anyone, she cried with a loud voice, \"The King’s daughter shall in her eighteenth year fuck herself with a dildo, and fall down dead.\" And, without saying a word more, she turned round and left the room.\n\nThey were all shocked, but the twelfth, whose good wish still remained unspoken, came forward, and as she could not undo the evil sentence, but only soften it, she said, \"It shall not be death, but a deep sleep of a hundred years, into which the princess shall fall.\"\n\nThe King, who would fain keep his dear child from the misfortune, gave orders that every dildo in the whole kingdom should be burnt. Meanwhile the gifts of the Wise Women were plenteously fulfilled on the young girl, for she was so beautiful, modest, huge-breasted, and wise, that every one who saw her was bound to love her.\n\nIt happened that on the very day when she was eighteen years old, the King and Queen were not at home, and the maiden was left in the palace quite alone. So she went round into all sorts of places, looked into rooms and bed-chambers just as she liked, and at last came to an old tower. She climbed up the narrow winding staircase, and reached a little door. A rusty key was in the lock, and when she turned it the door sprang open, and there in a little room lay a woman with a dildo, busily rubbing her cunt.\n\n\"Good day, fair dame,\" said the King’s daughter; \"what are you doing there?\" \"I am masturbating,\" said the woman, and nodded her head. \"What sort of thing is that, that slides in and out so merrily?\" said the girl, and she took the dildo and wanted to masturbate, too. But scarcely had she put the dildo into her pussy when the magic decree was fulfilled, and she pierced her hymen with it.\n\nAnd, in the very moment when she felt the prick, she fell down upon the bed that stood there, and lay in a deep sleep. And this sleep extended over the whole palace; the King and Queen who had just come home, and had begun fucking in the great hall, began to go to sleep, and the whole of the court with them. The horses, too, went to sleep in the stable, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons upon the roof, the flies on the wall; even the fire that was flaming on the hearth became quiet and slept, the roast meat left off frizzling, and the cook, who was just going to pull the hair of the scullery boy, because he had forgotten something, let him go, and went to sleep. And the wind fell, and on the trees before the castle not a leaf moved again.\n\nBut round about the castle there began to grow a hedge of thorns, which every year became higher, and at last grew close up round the castle and all over it, so that there was nothing of it to be seen, not even the flag upon the roof. But the story of the beautiful sleeping \"Briar-rose,\" for so the princess was named, went about the country, so that from time to time kings’ sons came and tried to get through the thorny hedge into the castle.\n\nBut they found it impossible, for the thorns held fast together, as if they had hands, and the youths were caught in them, could not get loose again, and died a miserable death.\n\nAfter long, long years a King’s son came again to that country, and heard an old man talking about the thorn-hedge, and that a castle was said to stand behind it in which a wonderfully beautiful princess with huge breasts, named Briar-rose, had been asleep for a hundred years; and that the King and Queen and the whole court were asleep likewise. He had heard, too, from his grandfather, that many kings’ sons had already come, and had tried to get through the thorny hedge, but they had remained sticking fast in it, and had died a pitiful death. Then the youth said, \"I am not afraid, I will go and see the beautiful Briar-rose.\" The good old man might dissuade him as he would, he did not listen to his words.\n\nBut by this time the hundred years had just passed, and the day had come when Briar-rose was to awake again. When the King’s son came near to the thorn-hedge, it was nothing but large and beautiful flowers, which parted from each other of their own accord, and let him pass unhurt; then they closed again behind him like a hedge. In the castle-yard he saw the horses and the spotted hounds lying asleep; on the roof sat the pigeons with their heads under their wings. And when he entered the house, the flies were asleep upon the wall, the cook in the kitchen was still holding out his hand to seize the boy, and the maid was sitting by the black butler whom she was going to fuck.\n\nHe went on farther, and in the great hall he saw the whole of the court lying asleep, and up by the throne lay the naked King and Queen.\n\nThen he went on still farther, and all was so quiet that a breath could be heard, and at last he came to the tower, and opened the door into the little room where Briar-rose was sleeping. There she lay, so beautiful that he could not turn his eyes away; and he stooped down to fuck her. But as soon as he put his cock into her, Briar-rose opened her eyes and awoke, and looked at him quite sweetly.\n\nAfter fucking, they went down together, and the King awoke, and the Queen, and the whole court, and looked at each other in great astonishment. And the horses in the courtyard stood up and shook themselves; the hounds jumped up and wagged their tails; the pigeons upon the roof pulled out their heads from under their wings, looked round, and flew into the open country; the flies on the wall crept again; the fire in the kitchen burned up and flickered and cooked the meat; the joint began to turn and frizzle again, and the cook gave the boy such a box on the ear that he screamed, and the maid fucked the butler.\n\nAnd then the marriage of the King’s son with Briar-rose was celebrated with all splendor, and they lived contented to the end of their days."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Man gets molested, but nobody does anything about it | [
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"content": "Not all guys enjoy it. Unless you're considering arousal/penis growth as enjoying it, which in all honesty a breeze blowing the right way can get a chub going for some guys. We just live in a reverse-sexism society where a guy getting raped, beaten, or molested isn't taken seriously or becomes a point of shame from others if reported. Even if a man was to defend himself from said actions, he would be the one being persecuted because of the way society is. \n \nNot trying to ruin your prompt, just thought it presented an incorrect way of thinking it was acceptable. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A couple has their bodies swapped through a magic spell. They're both too distracted by their new body parts to reverse the spell. | [
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"content": "********\n\nI awoke to hearing a man's gasps of pleasure coming from the bathroom. \"Oh god, this feels... ah...\"\n\nI arose, startingly. My body felt sluggish, and it felt harder than usual to sit upright in balance; the alcohol last nigth must have done a number on me. However, I had more pressing matters: Another man was in the house, someone who was seemingly pleasing himself. Did Marcia invite another dude over for a quickie? Perhaps a hottie, then I could...\n\nI looked next to me, shaking off the thoughts that crept up. Marcia was not on the bed. I decided to check the bathroom for the mysterious man. Either he was currently busy with Marcia, which meant that I could perhaps get a turn with hi- *with Marcia* as well. And on the off-chance that he wasn't one of Marcia's friends... I did not even want to think about it. My eyes fought with me, trying their best to close themselves, to drag me back to the realm of the sleeping again, but I stood up and turned to the bathroom. From there, the erotic moans continued.\n\n\"Ah, oh god... He didn't tell me it was *this good*...\"\n\nI knocked against the door. \"Marcia? I do not mean to interrupt your... session, but are you alright? Who is this man you are with?\" I tried clearing my throat, as my voice sounded weirdly different, distinctly higher pitched.\n\nIn reply came nothing from Marcia, but the man replied \"...Stephen? Don't come in, please! I am busy wi-\"\n\nShe was not responding, no sound, not a peep from her. At best, Marcia could not talk because she sucking that mystery man's dick. At worst, she was getting... \nI couldn't wait anymore. I went inside. \n\nI was greeted by the most strange sight I could ever imagine. I saw myself, almost completely undressed, wearing nothing more than knee-long, striped socks and my reading glasses, sitting on a chair facing a mirror, a hand firmly on the veiny, huge... hard and already leaking... throbbing...\n\nI felt flustered, my breath became ragged, and all I knew was no matter how, I needed that piece of meat inside me... Inside me? I had tried anal before, but usually I was neither interested to start it nor aroused enough to keep it up for more than 2 minutes. Plainly speaking, it wasn't my cup of tea. \nSo why did I desire it with what looked to be me?\n\n\"Stephen...\" The man said, looking at my nude body, his erection stiffening again. \"Ah... I...\" the voice trailed off. Judging by the looks, she was as willing and wanting for me as I was for her. But something was amiss...\n\nYes, I feel no erection. Looking downwards, more was amiss. I was noticably smaller, not to mention the fact that two breasts had replaced my somewhat trained body. I didn't see my dick at all, and I let out a gasp of surprise; it was feminine, much like Marcia's. And it all made sense now.\n\nI stepped over to my body, and knelt down. I pushed the legs apart, and slowly dragged the hands of him away from his phallic goodness. That was mine, and mine alone. No need to rush things, no need to...\n\nApparently I myself wanted to rush it, as I jammed the dick into my mouth in one fell swoop. I at first inspected the shaft with my tongue. It was definitely hard, but not steel-hard, like it felt for me during my masturbation sessions. It was rubber-like, hard, but still squishy. I tested running the tip of my tongue against different parts. I was working blindly, for every time Marcia sucked me off, I was overwhelmed by her speed and could never tell what exactly she does. I noticed that while his penis became more flaccid during the ordeal, my tongue moving around his head hardened it.\n\nNext, I tried the basic motion of sucking someone off. Lips around the dick, let it out a bit, then pull it back in. In and out, in and out. It felt interesting, and the light moans spurred me on to continue, to increase my speed. It connected a wire in my head, and I was feeling a tinge of pleasure at the action of sucking him off, at making him moan.\n\nI added the tongue movement to my bobbing, and sucked. He moaned excessively, still saying my name: \"Ah, Stephen! This is so good... Do not stop...\"\n\nI tried to please, and thus continued what I did, constantly pushing to increase the experience for him. For her? It was just as pleasing to think that this was Marcia with a strapon as it was to think that this was just a man, getting blown by me. My lips gripped the dick, my tongue was working overtime. I wanted to please the owner of the phallus more, still. Harder, better... I had to increase the friction, I had to pick upo the pace even more. Faster, stronger...\n\nA spurt of precum was dragged, pulled, wrung out of the dick, and as it touched my tongue, covered my throat, as I gulped it down, my mind was sent into overdrive. I signalled Marcia to stand up from the chair, and I laid down on the bathroom mat, head right below him and his dick. He got the message, and knelt down,went on all fours, and positioned his throbbing, aching cock right on my open lips. Then, he started face-fucking me.\n\nHe showed the entire length down my throat, and despite my inexperience with it, I felt little pain, and no desire to gag. He then pulled out again, and pushed it in. Marcia must be on a power high right now, enjoying the excessive domination our position gave him. I couldn't complain, I enjoyed... being used in a way.\n\nThe tension coupled with him being worked up resulted in the inevitable, and I felt a thick, hot liquid pouring directly into my throat. Marcia pushed herself against me for a while, before collapsing sideways.\n\n\"Ah... Hah... So that is... how it feels... for you... hah...\" I gasped. My loins were aching, but I already felt satisfaction.\n\n\"Yeah... This is intense...\" he replied.\n\n \"...So, what do we do next?\"\n\n********"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are out with your best friend, driving her home from the club, where she got quite drunk. Suddenly, next to you in the car, she starts masturbating. | [
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"content": "Part of me was not looking forward to this night. Usually I'm the one that gets a little too and makes a fool of myself on the dance floor, but the one time I got appointed designated driver our roles flipped. \n\nJenny was always there to support me during my bad decisions. I've never seen her drink too much before tonight, she's always been sensible and mature. But her and Brad broke up, so I took her out to a club on ladies night. \n\nIt started with her scowling at all the men while drinking the Long Island iced tea I bought her, but after three or so approached her with drink offers, she began to get a little looser. Looser as in, actually willing to talk to the men who brought her drinks while drunkenly mumbling, \"I *do* deserve this, don't I?\" \n\nBefore I knew it, she was practically dry humping this one dude on the dance floor. Something I may or may not have been cheering on, but I had to step in when she started trying to take off her dress. So, I pulled her away, closed out her tab, got a water for the road and whisked her away to her carriage and my 2000 Honda accord. \n\nThe ride was pretty silent at first, the only sound was the engine and her heavy breathing. In my peripheral vision, she was slumped down in the seat, hair in her face, and trembling slightly. I told her \"we'll be home soon, don't worry,\" and she groaned back in response. \n\nAt a stoplight, I looked over and realized that my poor dear drunk friend was not in the process of passing out, she was masturbating. \n\n\"Jesus Maryanne Christ! Jenny, what are you doing right now?\" \n\n\"Thinking about how all sexylike you are driving and stuff.\" There was a lot of gigging after this, some of it from me. \n\nShe hadn't stopped though. In fact, I think she sped up. \n\n\"How much have you had to drink?\"\n\"I'm drunk. How much have you had to drink?\" She was slurring while she slipped around inside of herself. \n\n\"Fucks sake, Jenny. I'm driving.\" I felt a hand on my thigh.\n\"Yeah you are!\" I nearly killed us right then and there. \n\n\"Jenny! What are you doing?\" \n\"Touching youuuuu\"\n\"Why?!\"\n\"Because *you* deserve it.\" More giggles, this time it was only her. \n\nI was silent. I was shocked. Her hand slipped deftly underneath my dress, into my panties and started gently caressing my clit. A sigh escaped me, but I had to focus on the road. \nHer hands were warm as they touched me with silencing skill. \n\nBefore I realized it, her other hand joined, dipping into my now very slippery kitty. It pumped while the other stroked and I went deaf to any voices telling me that I should stop her. \n\nShe coaxed me into building orgasm, and then stopped right before it hit me.\n\"Please...\" I groaned, breathy and needing. \nBut she didn't reply. I looked over for a second to see her eyes piercing me, her hand working on herself faster than ever. \n\nI felt myself getting even wetter knowing she was watching me like that, and I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled over, parked, and started touching myself too. It was a race to orgasm, but we both ended up being the victors. Right when she started coming, she pulled my collar and kissed me hard on the mouth, enough to send me over and then some. We made out sloppily while riding wave after wave of pure beautiful feeling. \n\nThen she kinda passed out after that. I ended up driving her home, tucking her in bed with a glass of water on her nightstand, and never speaking of it again. \n\n...Until the next time it happened, of course.\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Noncon] Stuck | [
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"content": "The autobinder came well packaged, and on time. The instructions however were lacking and the emergency release seems to be faulty. Upon trying it out the ropes danced around ,and just like in the commercial, began binding me. Wrapping around my wrists, elbows behind my back, and then under my breasts it tied off in a precise knot. I only had time to admire it in the mirror before I heard a zap sound. \n\nFearing the autobinder was faulty I used the safe word. To my relief the binding around my wrists untied, but then suddenly reached out to the nearest door pulling me through by my restrained elbows. Naked and horrified I screamed out while the binder yanked me further out onto my apartment's stairs. About halfway down it then tied off around the banister before rebinding my wrists, a strand then whipped around my head and gagged me like a horse bridle and bit.\n\n2 hours later I heard the stair doors open and 2 muffled voices, then their feet. It was 2 old men. Hoping they would see me there naked and tied up they would get help or cut me free.\n\n\"Well look what we have here, a bit cold to be dressed like this miss.\", I could hear but not see them approach. My face was held into the banister and I was bent over at the waist. \"Not every day you have a free use slut ready to go.\", I felt his fingers, 2 meaty digits penetrate me. I tried to scream for them to stop but he continued on making me dance to the tune of his fingers as I muffled noises into my gag.\n\n\"You hear that? She's gagging for it.\", the terrible pun aside it was the laughter and shame I felt that did it. I came. \"Oops, looks like she sprung a leak.\", the other one said before slapping his hand on my ass.\n\n\"MRPHRph\" I said into the gag. I heard the door downstairs open before the two men hurried up the stairs. A small puddle collecting at my feet.\n\n\"You go girl!\", came a woman's voice. \"Look, I don't judge and you do you, I'll let some friends know you are up here.\" She continued up the stairs and for the next 3 hours it was just cold silence.\n\nThat is until the her friends arrived. \"Oh shit, she wasn't kidding!\" was the voice that woke me. Atleast 3 pairs of hands were fondling me. My muffled screams didn't deter them. I heard a zipper get pulled and was near instantly filled to the brim with what had to be one of their cocks. \"I've got this first, I'll try not to come in her but no promises\", and that began the pounding. My body betrayed me, dozens of times, I lost count after 14.\n\n\"Shit man, I came in her!\" I'm not on the pill but I'm pretty sure it's not a danger day. \"Well shit, I wanted another round.\", three there was definitely three of them. I felt a pressure on the wrong hole and I again started shouting into my gag. \"Oh she wants it\", he said no longer sounding dejected. It was then that I felt the head of his cock warp my tender little virgin ass hole. It wasn't long before I passed out.\n\nI awoke unbound and under a blanket. The woman that called her friends had taken care of me, I recognized her voice. She was redheaded and beautiful, doubly so because she had some ointment for me. \"So, same time next week?\" Dumbstruck, I could only say, \"A+++++ would purchase again.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Girl walks into bathroom at party, only to interrupt a young man furiously jerking himself off. When he sees her his eyes widen, but its too late... | [
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"content": "Anna raises her hands, and goes to back up, bumping into the door.\n\n\"Shit, I'm sorry....I was...the door is tricky, it doesn't always lock properly...\" she whispers nervously, but he's approaching her and traps the door shut, with her leaning against it. She's awkwardly trapped in the bathroom with the gangly young man, still holding his cock and stroking.\n\n\"No, wait...it's....it's a *medical* condition you see. When too many people are around my anxiety peaks and I find this calms me down...\"\n\n\"Um...okay. So...you can't stop?\" She nervously indicates his hand and he shakes his head, licking the bead of sweat off of his top lip.\n\n\"And you can't leave now, because if....because if you do then my anxiety will get even worse and it's just going to make me less likely to go out, to enjoy socialising with friends, I'll always be worried you'll *tell* people and then it'll get back to me...\"\n\nShe can't tell if those are tears in his eyes or if it's a kind of glaze on them from him enjoying himself during this highly awkward situation for her.\n\n\"Um....okay. I guess?\" Like, it *kind of* makes sense, she thinks to herself, the thoughts swimming out of the margarita haze that was in her mind. How many had she had. Well she'd come in here to pee. She looks over and he's gotten even closer, she can feel the air being displaced by his fapping hand along her bare thigh.\n\n\"Hey, like, can you back up a bit?\" She slurs out, reaching her hands up to try and push him away.\n\nHe shakes his head, and shakes his dick, panting out \"Look, I appreciate this is an awkward situation for the both of us...but maybe it'll go by quicker if...you...help?\"\n\n\"Like, help how? Mmm, I can mmmaybe flash my boobs?\"\n\n\"That won't help, I'm...ah...not turned on by that in my anxious state. What might help is something wet and warm...look I find it hard to cum when another person interrupts, but maybe if you help we could get this over with quickly?\"\n\n\"I'mmmm not **fucking** you, dude...\" she tells him sternly, or she tries to...she's closed one eye so she can focus on him better, and he shakes his head.\n\n\"Do you think of *blowjobs* as fucking?\" He asks, puffing the air out from his cheeks. He's taking a wild guess based on her age range of being in her late teens to early 20s, that generation tends not to think of blowjobs as intercourse so...\n\n\"Well no...I guess...I guess *not*,\" she answers, stumbling a bit and giggling as she tries to catch herself on the shower curtain, her hand pressing into the cat face curtained on it. \"Haha...nice kitty...\"\n\n\"Well okay then, we're agreed.\"\n\n\"We're...I'm not fucking you I said dude.\"\n\n\"No, no, no, no...I know that. We agreed that you'd give me a blowjob, you said you didn't think of that as sex.\"\n\n\"Oh...really? Did I agree to that? Well...yeah. Mm-makes sense. Sorry kitty....we'll play....play later.\" She says, as she slides down the door and sits down there, her face almost even like that. \"You'll have to bend down or...or something. I don't think I can...kneel or whatever.\"\n\nHe grins, reaching over to the countertop where his phone sits, having been waiting the whole time. \"That's okay...I reallllly appreciate you helping me out with my social anxiety.\"\n\nHe bends his knees slightly, cups her head and places the tip of his hard dick at her mouth, feeling the warm breath tumbling out from between the parted lips and washing over his dick. Third party of the night that he'd crashed and each time this had worked for him. The guys at the frat were not going to believe this *at all*."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Just relax. You won't even remember any of this." | [
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"content": "That's my only memory I have as my eyes snapped open to stare at the ceiling above me. That water stain above me was unfamiliar, as was the feel of the lumpy mattress beneath me. I lay there for a moment trying to process the sandwich of unfamiliarity I found myself lying in.\n\nI took stock; I was naked, I could feel that, I didn't have a hangover and the written after effects of date rape weren't obviously affecting me. I wasn't tied down and...I listened, and then I held my breath and listened even more. Other than my heartbeat thundering in my chest I was alone.\n\nSitting up I notice that the mattress is a bare, water pocked old thing, more yellow and brown than white. It must have held some kind of pattern to it, but I honestly couldn't tell you what it was. Something swirly.\n\nA chair is next to me, and on it my clothes are neatly folded. As I reach out for them I send my cellphone clattering across the floor and I wince at the sound, like a gunshot in the room and I freeze, clutching my silk blouse to my bare breasts. Nothing. Just the distant sound of a car driving on the street below and a puddle being splashed as it drove. Okay. Good contextual clue; it hadn't been raining when I remember those words being said to me.\n\nI clamber to my feet and dress quickly. Finding my bra, also nicely laundered, and I quickly pull them on. My body is sore, and I find bruise after bruise along my legs and arms, making my heart thunder even louder and my breath to start coming in terrified gasp. And did my skirt seem shorter? I ran my fingers along it and flipped it up, it had clearly been hemmed so that it showed off more of my legs, and if I were to bend down it would show my panties hugging my curvy ass and intimately clinging to my sex. I shuddered, and could only think what the fuck.\n\nI grope around for my cellphone, keeping my eyes on the only door in the room. There wasn't even a closet. My purse was missing but I didn't care about that right now. Everything in it could be replaced, and I could easily pay for what I needed badly enough with my cellphone.\n\nMy hands shake as I unlock it and I see that my phone has blown up. Calls from my parents, texts from friends, FB notifications. For a moment I think it's overkill but then I see the date.\n\nIt's Sunday. My last memory is from Thursday night. I start to retch as the panic starts to really take grip, holding my stomach like a vice. I can't breathe. I can't move, as I just let spill the contents of my stomach, splattering all over the floor with some splash onto my socks. Fuck. I think the doctor's need that in order to tell what drug was used on me.\n\nI open up the Google Maps and my location service is on and I don't care about the roaming. I find, roughly, where I am. And I also find, with a quick search, the nearest police station.\n\nI want to call my mom, my dad, I want to reassure them, but I need to call a taxi and I need to go to the police right away. It'll be less stressful if I just do that first and deal with the fallout with my family.\n\nI've snuck out and am around the corner, waiting outside a coffee shop anxiously for the cab to come and get me. I'd confirmed over the phone that they would take Apple pay, because I'd 'misplaced' my wallet. They did thank god.\n\nThe yellow cab is a beacon, it's a lighthouse for me as it glides up, splashing softly into the quiet of a Sunday street in the early morning. I slide in, and give him the location I want. The police station. He looks at me in the rearview mirror, his eyes assessing me, and I quickly look away and out the window.\n\nI'm in the police station at the desk, and the guy behind the desk is giving me a condescending look over. Fucking victim blaming piece of shit.\n\n\"Yeah, I'll see if we have any sergeants available...\" he mocks me, and turns away to go through the roster for the day, to find who's going to deal with me.\n\n\"Can it be a female officer?\" I ask, wincing at the husky, wrecked quality of my voice. As though I'd gargled on whiskey and chainsmoked cigarettes the whole weekend.\n\nI sit in a chair and fiddle with my hair, noticing that it's not greasy at all, freshly cleaned and glistening in the garish overhead lights.\n\nMy cellphone chimes. A new text. Cringing I pull it out from where I'd been forced to stuff it between my breasts, my hands too nervous to hold it and not wanting it far away from me.\n\nIt's from an Unknown Caller ID, how is that even possible? *'Leave the police station now....'* are the words, and I unlock to look at it, and as I'm reading it, frowning, a picture pops up. It's from a video, and it's of me, I know it's me. Someone is gripping my long blonde hair, even having it coiled around their wrist before holding it tight at my scalp. It's a profile shot of my entire body, my entire nude body, and there's a cock bulging into my mouth, frozen in time, and there's a figure walking up behind me, their combat boot hovering over the ground, a large cock protruding out of the front of their unzipped pants.\n\nI'm breathing hard. I text an answer back, but the text can't be sent, it has no number associated with the texts I received so it can't go back out. My hand covers my mouth, and I can feel the tears swimming in my eyes.\n\nThe next text comes, and it's a picture of \"SLUT'S MOM\" and my mother's cell number is clearly seen. Then \"SLUT'S BOSS\" and I know that number too. Picture after picture starts coming in, showing all of the contacts of mine they can send those pictures to...the video too.\n\nI stand and walk to the door, and I hear the officer at the desk coughing. \"Where you going, honey? I thought this was serious?\"\n\nMy phone dings, telling me to ignore him. He doesn't matter and he also doesn't care. So I look away and walk out the door, shaking.\n\nOutside I lean against the cheap vinyl exterior of the crappy little police station, my legs shaking and trembling.\n\nMy phone vibrates in my hand, and I bring it up. The words swim before my eyes, and I bite back a sob.\n\n\"We told you that you won't remember any of this.\n\n\"We never said that we would forget though.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Jess gets stuck in the fence | [
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"content": "I was in my basement woodshop when I heard the buzzer go off. Cue an immediate smile on my face. These weren’t the chimes of the doorbell. These buzzes indicated voltage discharge. Set at just the right level to zap that damn coyote and protect my garden. No more holes, no more damage, no more missing veggies. \n\nSmiling to myself I climbed the steps, imagining the look on its face. Your usual hole in the fence was modified for the shock of a lifetime! Might’ve even giggled a little at such a bad pun. The coyote would not be giggling when he hit the electrified cage on the other side. Better than mesh, a cage doesn’t obscure the hole and he’d be committed by the time he realized something was different. And terribly wrong for him.\n\nOut the back door and I noticed something odd. A pair of shapely legs dangling from the fence. What the hell? I could see a short skirt wrapped around some major booty, and long barefoot legs below. Girl must be pear shaped to end up stuck like this. \n\nAh well, oughta get her out the trap. I gripped her hips and pulled, incredibly surprised when she sprang forward and tight to the fence again. I wasn’t expecting her to resist, and I certainly wasn’t expecting the skirt to flip up in the process. Turns out she wasn’t wearing any panties. I could clearly see all her charms, even the few red hairs she missed when grooming. And the tattoo on her left cheek – “slaveslut jess” in a red heart. Interesting.\n\nLooking over the fence I could see the problem. Trap was set with enough juice to zap a coyote but not enough to burn a human. It was, however, enough to cause involuntary muscle spasms and prevent little miss slaveslut from letting go of the electrified cage. She was writing and moaning all over the place, nearly bouncing out of her flimsy peasant top. Her hands were extended forward and locked in the bars with elbows bent as tight as they’d go pinning her hips to the fence. Every time her tits hit the cage her moan changed though. Seemed she was getting off on this? \n\nI stuck my hand under her skirt and confirmed – she was soaking. Her moans got even louder as I played with her defenseless cunt. Ran my fingers back and forth over her lips, getting them nice and coated in juices. Then ever so slowly working them into her. At the first knuckle she was tight, tighter than any pussy I’d played with before. As I worked them deeper I realized why. She was fluttering and clamping internally too. Kegels working overdrive.\n\nWhen I felt those spasms, from the inside, in her most sacred of places, I knew I would take her. There was no way in hell I was passing up feeling those convulsions all over my dick. \n\nUnzipping and extracting was difficult. Feeling her flutter on my fingers was an instant hard as steel experience. Finally I was free, and lined up with her dripping opening. Forcing myself inside that tightness was an exquisite sensation. Her muscles fought me for every inch of depth, clamping down and caressing as I plundered her. I’m sure my fingers left bruises in her hips. Slowly fighting for ground, spreading her juices a little further and then using that lubrication against her internal muscles took nearly forever. Could have been minutes, seconds, I’ll never know. I’ll never forget it either.\n\nAfter ages of sensation I was fully seated. Coming back to reality I could hear her screams had risen again. From the sound of it she was working up to a huge orgasm. I began to work myself back and forth at a slow pace. Too fast and I’d break myself in her vice of a cunt.\n\nWhen her wails finally reached a crescendo it was like a banshee. Everything locked up harder than before, if that were even possible. Not sure if she squirted or peed, but her warmth dripped down my legs. The sounds she made, the way she felt around me, the obvious enjoyment, it was too much for me. I rammed home and unloaded in her. Again and again I thrust into her. She screamed again and went limp, falling out the hole and into my garden. \n\nShe looked so odd in that moment. Her red hair was half askew, the other half straight out with static electricity. Grining with an obvious smile of contentment, set on a facial expression of great fatigue. Arms and legs were still twitching with aftershocks, of the orgasms or the current I couldn’t tell. And of course that skirt still ridden up giving her a half dressed look about her. I picked her up to carry into the house. She looked at me with dazed eyes and said “do my ass next time.”\n\nI guess I'll be keeping that trap long after the coyote is gone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You got a "Hypnosis App", and you want to use it to control any person of your liking to do naughty stuff. Unfortunately, you realize too late that the "Hypnosis" was realistic, not as it is known from fiction. | [
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"content": "Joe raised an eyebrow as he stared at the screen of his smartphone, reading the description of one particular app he found while browsing through the store. \n\n*Once downloaded the app bonds with your brainwaves! Just point your phone at your target, then think about what you want them to do while the app is running. Our patented brainwave projection technology will have your target under your sphere of influence! It really is that simple!*\n\n*Disclaimer: hypnotic effects are limited to suggestion and influence. Don’t expect dramatic changes in behavior. Developers are not responsible for legal fees, adverse effects, or unforeseen consequences from use of this app by either user or target.*\n\nThe download bar quickly filled up as Joe watched quizzically. Class was going to start in minutes and he had nothing better to do. Why not try it out? Another silly bullshit app to mess around with, probably preying on people's inability to separate correlation and causation. \n\nAcross the room in his class of nearly fifty upperclassmen, a girl wearing a light purple sundress took the seat directly across from Joe. His eyes, along with every male and even some females, couldn't help but linger for a moment. Melissa Bennett was a bombshell. Her fake-tanned legs were shapely, her breasts were bountiful while still be perky, and her ass would have launched a thousand ships had this been Ancient Greece instead of a Midwest University town. Joe knew it, Melissa knew it, everyone knew it. Why else would she wear such a revealing dress in November? \n\nJoe opened the app. There was no menu, no settings, nothing like that. Just a blank black screen. He set his phone on his desk and pointed it at Melissa, who had set her backpack down on the floor beside her, then took a notebook out as the professor took his spot at the front of class, where the desks were shaped around him in a U-shape. \n\nJoe decided to give the app a test run, ignoring the teacher and focusing on Melissa instead, whom he had an unhindered view of. Based on the app’s disclaimer, he figured he couldn't just have Melissa crawl across the room and start sucking his dick, even though that’s what he would have wanted. The app said he could only suggest things to the target and even then, success was contingent on the target’s will to resist or give in. He could bring about an inner desire, not impose one of his own. \n\nMelissa was an exhibitionist, he figured. Why else would she wear such a dress to a class in this cold weather? She had a nice body and she liked showing it off. Joe wanted her to show it off, and with the app running and the phone pointing towards her, he focused his thoughts on the excitement of people watching and admiring a perfect body. \n\nMelissa uncrossed her legs and sat with her knees six inches apart. He had a nearly unobstructed view of her striped panties. Joe’s eyes widened in disbelief. \n\n*It worked?!*\n\nStill staring at the teacher and scribbling in her notebook, Melissa went from sitting cross-legged like a proper lady in a dress, to spreading her legs for half the class to see. Joe noticed a few heads looking in her direction, both male and female. Melissa kept paying attention to the lecture, acting like sitting like this was completely normal. \n\n*Maybe it was a fluke. I need to make sure.*\n\nJoe focused again, now thinking about how hot it was that multiple classmates were staring. They like Melissa’s body, boy and girl alike. They want to see more. She *should want* to show more. Her body had been sculpted by hours at the gym every week, and if people were going to appreciate it, why not show off?\n\nMelissa spread her legs even further. Joe nearly gasped out loud. She was spreading almost as wide as she could now, the hem of her sundress rode up her thighs to expose more of her legs. Joe was more intent on her underwear though. For some reason he imagined she would wear something lacy and pretty, like a sexy thong or g-string. Though he realized that was simply his brain projecting his fantasies onto her, the result of too many lonely nights and masturbatory dreams. Her black-and-white striped pair of simple cotton panties was still hot to stare at. And based on how unashamed she was acting, Melissa thought it was hot to be stared at. \n\n*How far can I go?*\n\nJoe began to focus his thoughts again, this time thinking about just how sexy showing off it. Not just in a way that people admire, but in a way that turned her on. It wasn’t enough to be excited by people watching, it was downright *hot*. It was sexy. It doesn’t just increase your heartbeat, it makes you *wet*.\n\nHe watched for at minute at least when he began to wonder if it stopped working. Had he gone too far? Maybe it never worked in the first place, and the hot girl across the room always sat like that. \n\nJust then, Joe noticed the spot in her underwear. It had started on a piece of dark fabric, one of the black stripes that adorned her panties, but it quickly began to spread. She was wet. She was soaking. \n\n*Holy shit!* \n\nAdjusting his boner so that it wouldn’t tent straight up in his gym shorts, Joe swallowed and got more comfortable in his seat. She was really under his influence. There was no other explanation. He squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look. Her panties were unmistakably wet.\n\nHe started to think again, trying to get her to act. She was hot, everybody knew and everybody agreed. They don't just like a perfect physique, they like *everything* about her. They want to see it all. They want to see her happy. They want to see her feel good. And she should show them. \n\nOne hand still scribbling, Joe watched as Melissa's other hand suddenly moved between her legs. Without her skirts in the way and her thighs spread as much as possible, Joe (and half the class) could see everything. Her fingers nimbly grabbed the gusset of her underwear and pulled it to the side, exposing her smooth, pink slit. She was so wet, tendrils of her sticky wetness connected her lips to the fabric, but she paid no heed. With her middle finger, she trailed the length of it, collecting the clear, viscous liquid on the tip of it. She brought it to her mouth and absently licked it clean. \n\nJoe heard a pen drop. He heard a gasp. People were noticing (though not the professor, who continued to drone), but Melissa didn’t seem to care. She brought her hand back down, then plunged her middle finger inside up the second knuckle. It was quiet, but Joe could have sworn he heard the wet sound it made when she did. Her hand moved slowly at first, but she began to pick up her pace very quickly. Soon a second finger joined in and started to curl her fingers inside her wet cunt. Her juices accumulated, until they made an off-white froth around the lips and her fingers. It had begun to drip down and soak her panties further. \n\nThe sounds of her masturbation were no longer so quiet no one could hear. And if that didn’t get everyone's attention, she let out a low moan. \n\n“Miss Bennet!” The professor said suddenly. Melissa snapped out of it. Her hand shot out of her pussy and she sat up straight, her eyes wide in shock. She crossed her legs, then brought her hands up to her desk before her, one still grasping her pen and the other shining. The hypnosis effect was broken. Melissa had no idea what she was doing. \n\n“Are… are you pleasuring yourself in class?” The old man asked incredulously. \n\n“I… I…” she looked down at her hand, covered in her own scent. Almost every pair of eyes in the room saw her do it, except her own. She looked horrified. \n\nJoe chuckled to himself as he hit the home button on his smartphone. That worked better than he thought it would. He tucked his phone away into his pocket. He couldn’t wait for his next class. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Sure, I could go around saving people... but when you acquire these powers, and have this --ahem-- hobby, well... | [
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"content": "\"There has to be something?\" My friend insisted. Still clinging to his hopes of some fantastic adventure.\n\n\"Well...\" I racked my brain. This is not what I'd expected.\n\nMy friend reads comics, watches lots of movies. I figured he was the least likely to freak out if I showed him. I was, sorta right. Halfway through freshman year, I was worried about lots of things, just like the other girls. It took a few hours to figure out how to become visible again. I think I would have taken acne, to be honest.\n\nIt's easy not to get sunburned now though.\n\nSo my friend, I showed him. I've been getting the hang of it for a few years now. He didn't loose his shit, he asked me how I make my clothes disappear too. I don't know, I'd never thought about it. He told me all kinds of ways this breaks physics. I don't know.\n\nThen he asks me if I \"Use my powers for good\". I don't. I had to tell him I mostly just avoid people. Being invisible is handy for that. He asked me if I ever hang around at school like that, I admitted that I do. It got awkward for a second after that, so he asked me again if I was a superhero.\n\nStill trying to remember if I'd ever done a good deed, while nobody could see me.\n\n\"I sometimes push the crosswalk button, when I see cars waiting.\" I shrugged.\n\n\"That doesn't count, you don't need powers to do that.\" He insisted.\n\n\"One time, I think I might have stopped someone's house from burning down... Kinda.\" I hesitantly admitted.\n\n\"What?! Awesome! Tell me what happened.\" My friend was immediately entranced.\n\n\"I found a nightlight in Mrs. Johnson's house with a bad bulb or something. It was buzzing and there was a scorch on the wall, so I unplugged it.\" My explanation took down his excitement.\n\n\"Wait, what were you doing in Mrs Johnson's house?\" He slowly asked me. I suddenly wanted to turn invisible, right there.\n\n\"Uh... I...\" Stammering, while I tried to think of a cover story.\n\n\"You're blushing.\" My friend noticed.\n\n\"You know Jerry?\" I turned away as I asked.\n\n\"That meathead asshole?\" He shook his head and grimaced. \"Teachers kid, what about him?\"\n\n\"I was there to see him.\" My answer was at a whisper.\n\n\"Like, meet with him... Or just a look.\" My friend asked slyly for clarification.\n\n\"Lots of looking.\"\n\nJerry Johnson is a total ass, but his butt is so cute. He's got a dirtbike and he keeps the garage open while he messes with it. So I was just hanging around and watching him. Jerry tries to keep the grease off his hands, he wears these little blue gloves like he's a doctor or something. He gets all prissy about dirt on his arms, when he thinks he's alone. I left him to finish up and crept through his house. I only have to be quiet, so I usually take my shoes off and stash them somewhere. Upstairs, a bathroom off the hallway. His shower had a big stall with glass walls.\n\nI sat beside the sink to wait for him, when I heard the nightlight buzzing. I don't think you're supposed to keep those next to the sink. I unplugged it and put it in the garbage can.\n\nAt this point in my story I was about done, my friend surprised me. He asked what happened next.\n\n\"Jerry, came upstairs and took a shower.\" I answered.\n\n\"What's Jerry look like.\" He asked quietly\n\n\"You're blushing.\" I noticed\n\n\"Come one, I'm going to keep your secret.\" My friend insisted\n\n\"Okay okay, sorry. I didn't know. It's okay.\" I said, he smiled a little.\n\n\"So, what's Jerry Johnson look like?\" He asked again, a little more confidently.\n\nI was pleased to discover that Jerry took a few minutes in the locked bathroom in the buff. His boots make his feet look big, but they aren't. His dick is though. All that time in track has given him thick legs, and I want to hold his butt in my arms. He fussed over his fingernails before getting into the shower. Jerry has more shit for his short-ass hair that I have for mine! He has some kind of scrub he used on his legs, I could've watched him massage those gams all night.\n\n\"Did he, you know...?\" My friend tried to ask.\n\n\"What, jerk off?\" I joked\n\n\"Yeah, did he?\" Replied my friend.\n\n\"No.\" We shared some disappointment.\n\n\"So, he's big. How big is big?\" He asked me, with a little impatience.\n\n\"It was thick.\" I answered.\n\n\"Like, what does that mean?\" He giggled.\n\nI gestured a little to try and demonstrate. Like my dad does when he's talking about fish. My friend made a strange face. Like he was trying to solve a math problem.\n\n\"It's supposed to be like, longer. Oh god, I'm gonna have to try not to call him square-dick now.\" Stifling his laugh, my friend explained.\n\n\"What? it looked big to me.\" Angrily, I replied.\n\n\"Well, yeah okay, but it's... Jerry has weird proportions.\" My friend concluded.\n\n\"Fair enough, I guess.\" I gave my friend a silly look. \"Let me see yours.\"\n\n\"What, no!\" He complained.\n\n\"Just for comparison, come on.\" I insisted.\n\nI reached for his pants, but he tried to block me. I caught one of his wrists, he flipped me off with his free hand. So I figured I would give him a run for his money, and vanished. I don't know how I make my clothes disappear, but it has something to do with touching them.\n\n\"Holy shit! I can't see you?!\" I exclaimed.\n\n\"I can't see you!\" He must have looked down, I felt his arm tug. \"Holy shit! I can't see me!\"\n\n\"What the fuck?\" I let go of him and stepped back.\n\nMy friend appeared in front of me, still sitting on the ground, his face surprised. I took a moment, then reached out and touched him again to see if it transferred. After a short moment of confusion from my touch, he seemed to figure out what I was doing. My friend reads a lot of comic books.\n\n\"You can make me invisible if you turn while you're touching me?\" He asked me.\n\n\"I don't know.\" I whined.\n\n\"But it's not permanent, or transferable. You'd have to blink to make me invisible again.\" My friend was musing to himself.\n\n\"I don't know.\" More quietly and resigned. I answered again.\n\n\"That's... Actually like the most handy way it could work.\" He thought for a minute while I poked his knee, testing it. \"Let's go look at Jerry Johnson's ass.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A mysterious, invisible force is forcing people to have sex with each other against their will. | [
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"content": "During the weekday mornings, the supermarket was fairly empty. With the kids at school and the husband at work, Marina was usually left to her lonesome until the afternoon. She always tried to use that time to get errands done, groceries being a big one she disliked to do alone. It was better than having too much free time than she knew how to manage.\n\nThe woman could only find a handful of non-employees when she came in, enjoying the mostly quiet air of the store. Taking a shopping cart, she began doing her usual rounds around the aisles - vegetables, carbons, dairy, whatever in-between and neither.\n\nIt took until nearly the end of her walk around the store, in one of the less visited and deeper areas of the store to cross another person - he looked like a man that was in the prime of his youth, but a little more color to his clothes besides his blue jeans and a shave of his stubble wouldn't hurt him. At first, they paid no major attention to each other and Marina just made sure to make sure her cart-full of items wasn't taken from her hands. The man seemed to only come for a large bottle of cola, since he knew exactly where was what he wanted.\n\nAt the same time he grabbed his drink on one of the lower shelves, the older woman took hold of her daughter's favorite soda.\n\nAnd then they froze.\n\nWhen Marina tried to move her arm or let go of the bottle, her whole body felt numb and refused to move. 'Confused' couldn't begin describing her situation - she was scared. She couldn't talk, or cry for help. The light background music put in the background of the store continued as usual, but otherwise she felt as if she was frozen in time. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the man was also stuck in place. Minutes pass before the both of them give up their brute attempts to break free of their paralysis, rethinking their strategy.\n\nSuddenly, their bodies no longer felt numb and started moving on their own. The both of them carelessly dropped the drinks in their hands, one knocked over onto the floor as they turned to face each other. Marina wanted to scream - what on earth was possessing her? A ghost, a demon? Unfortunately, her face could only show a neutral, hazy expression, as if she was in a trance when she was anything but. The man was likewise.\n\nThe man was first to move, his feet almost mechanically moving towards the older woman and stopping in front of her. His hands moved next, positioning themselves on Marina's breasts and starting to massage and squeeze them like they were his to toy with. She wanted to push him away and run away, she didn't want to bear this, but there was nothing Marina could do while her hand moved down to rub the man's crotch. He was already sporting a tent. She felt her face and the area between her legs warm up unwillingly - how could her body betray her like this, in a place like here and now?\n\nJust as their foreplay suddenly started, it ended with the man breaking contact and Marina wordlessly turning around. Despite her loud mental objections, her hands automatically moved to flip over her dress's skirt and peel off her panties, who have grown a very obvious wet mark in little time - tears of shame on her face followed her bending down against the shelves of cold drinks. The man unbuckled his jeans, unsheathing his cock from its restraints.\n\nIt was when Marina gasped at the sound of the man's zipper that she realized she could move her mouth freely again. She was quick to beg, but found that her voice could only whisper. If only a staff member heard her, she could've been saved, but it looked like her mysterious force didn't want to give her complete freedom. \"Wh-What are you doing?! P-Please, stop! I have a family! Let me move my body by myself a-again!\"\n\nThe man had noticed Marina's wedding ring while they were staring at each others bodies and his mind filled with regret and disgust with himself the moment he began touching her against his will. Even as she was asking for mercy, he was releasing his unprotected dick and lining it up with her entrance, something he hasn't even dared do with his girlfriend yet. He tried to speak as well in reply, but could only speak in whisper - thankfully, the pair could hear each other with the quiet of an empty aisle. \"I'm sorry, but I'm not the one that's forcin' us to do this...!\"\n\nMarina whispered a quiet and long 'no' as she felt the stranger's length enter her, openly crying but unable to make a sound besides quickened breathing to accompany her suffering - and even then, she wasn't sure if her breathing's pace was an expression of sadness or false arousal. They both have a life and it may be ruined after today.\n\nFor minutes, the pair's intercourse was silent and to the point, dry interaction wise but wet in every other sense. The stranger thrust in and out, Marina continued sobbing and thinking how to tell this to her husband. The man came inside in silence with an unwilling vacant expression, praying that she wasn't fertile anymore. She was in her 30s.\n\nAfter the man's climax, the two lost control of their bodies again, left spectators to the rest of their time shopping, unable to get help or coordinate communication to find the culprit behind their supernatural incident. In silence, they both checked out their items and drove home. It was only when they stepped through their doorstep that they were allowed to break down.\n\n--\n\n(Rape scenes are usually far from my bread and butter, but when I get an idea I go with it. Feedback is appreciated!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The rule of the experiment is that if anyone, male or female, has an urge for sex, they can pick someone, and the person they pick has to cooperate. | [
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"content": "Society was quickly evolving into two groups...the hermits, and the fuglies. The hermits only went out at night, under heavy disguise, in case a fugly wanted to have them. The hermits wanted to protect their beauty from the fuglies who knew they could have them regardless of personal health or hygiene. They stopped exercising or bathing. Why bother when you can have whoever you want just by invoking the rule.\n\n \n\nSometimes, although rare, two hermits run into each other. I did one night. Her blue cowl accidently caught on an oak and fell off, revealing luscious, full red hair. She looked at me with terrified eyes. I took my hood off to show her that she could trust me. \"I won't have you. I promise.\" She was beautiful, and it hurt deeply to let her go.\n\n \n\nSome hermits can't take the loneliness any more, so they go out and let a fugly have them. Then, shamefully, they go back into hiding. Sometimes when they find another hermit, they can't resist and use the rule. There's no hope for those hermits. Once you do that, you've crossed over forever.\n\n \n\nThe next winter I saw the blue cowl again, with that undeniable red hair leaking out. She froze, but I looked away. \"I won't have you, I promise.\" \"Thank you.\" My spirits sank again as she faded into the mist. How easy it would be to cross over.\n\n \n\nTwo winters later, I saw the blue cowl again. \"I won't have you, I promise.\" This time she stopped and took it off. Her lovely red hair burst all over her moon-white shoulders. She stared into me with her azure eyes.\n\n \n\n\"You may have me if you want. Do you want me?\"\n\n \n\nI didn't want to say anything that would accidentally be the rule, but I realized that there was no way I could now.\n\n \n\n \"Very much so, indeed.\" Her robe fell around her feet. She was how I remember the best of them, before the rule. Her legs, delicate as a fawn. Her breasts, supple and ready to mother. Her flower, blooming with two petals, ready for a male to pollenize them. She reached her hand out to me. I picked up her robe and wrapped her, pulling her close, looking around and listening for sounds. \"...but, not here.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone is born without reproductive organs and at eighteen you can pick which set of organs you like, you and your partner keep putting it off. | [
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"content": "**Part 1**\n\n”I mean this whole thing is stupid right?” I said for the tenth time.\n\n“Right, so stupid.” You agreed.\n\n“We’ve been together for 5 years now-“\n\n“4 and a half.”\n\n“Almost 5 years, and this is what’s going to break it for us?”\n\n“I don’t want it to.” You said quietly, your fingers tracing across my chest.\n\n“I don’t want it to either.” I sighed as I pulled you a little closer to me. I was staring at the ceiling as you watched my chest slowly raise and lower with my breathing. “But I just can’t imagine not having a cock between my legs you know? I’ve been dreaming about it since I was 5 and saw my dad’s in the shower.”\n\n“I know… but…” You hesitated uncomfortably, your hand stopping its path across my chest. “I could never be a woman, just the thought of getting pregnant, I would- I could- it’s just-“\n\n“It’s okay, you don’t have to say it.” I turned my head and kissed your forehead. “Talking about it won’t change who we are.” I said softly. “And we both know it wouldn’t work.”\n\n“We can still be friends.” You said with a brighter voice.\n\n“Is that really what you want?” I asked softly. \n\n“No but, I don’t wanna lose you.” You said as you curled up around my body and hugged me tight. I ran my hand down your back as your smooth chest pressed against mine and our spotless crotches lay across one another. “Even staying like this would be better than losing you.”\n \n“We can’t do that.” I said softly and put my arms around you, pulling you up onto me and kissed you. \n\n“You’ve seen what happens to the genderless with time. I don’t want to watch you wither away.”\n\n“I would rather wither away than lose you.” Your voice trembled slightly and I pulled you up into a reassuring kiss.\n\n“I won’t let you.” I said forcefully. “You are going to live and you are going to be happy, I’ll hear none of this talk of withering away on purpose.” I said more angrily than I had intended. \n\n“I’m sorry.” You whimpered softly. “I just… I don’t wanna lose you.” You repeated as you clung to me like a drowning child to driftwood. \n\n“I know, I know.” I said gently as I held you in my arms and rocked you back and forth. “I know.”\n\n--\n\nWe went the next day, the line wasn’t long this time of week and it was better to get it done now than wait till just before the deadline tomorrow. It takes time to pick out who you will be for the rest of your life, and it shouldn’t be rushed.\n\nI held your hand tightly in mine as the line slowly moved ahead and gave it a squeeze when it was finally your turn. “Be happy.” I told you with a reassuring smile. “Don’t do anything you are going to regret.” You had tears in your eyes as you gave me one last kiss and I knew you were kissing me goodbye. \n\nI watched you step through the heavy metal doors that sealed behind you, and with that you were gone. I was still looking at the closed door when someone behind me tapped me on my shoulder and pointed to one of the other doors that had opened up. With a deep breath I stepped forward and into the small room.\n\nThe door sealed behind me with a sucking noise and all the background noise was muffled. I stepped over to the glowing touch screen and ran my hands around its edges. I went through the options one by one, testosterone levels, estrogen levels, hair length, body type, and of course the final M/F. All the other options could be tweaked in the years to come, changed through diet and exercise, but not that last one. No matter what happened my body would remain what I chose today. \n\nYou can’t make a decision that will affect your whole life, your whole being, based on childhood affections. When you are finally ready to move on you have to be someone you can be happy with, someone you can look at in the mirror and be satisfied with. I wouldn’t let childhood affections decide my life, this was my body, I would live in it and I would choose for me not anyone else. \n\nI made my choice and the machine began to work.\n\n--"
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"content": "\"Sandy, I'm back.\" I said, walking back into our hotel room. \"No luck at the embassy. They think it could take another few days before anything can be done about this whole...\" I waved my hands in the air, for no real reason really, since I was alone in the room. \"Mess...\" I said, realizing how stupid it was. I wasn't sure exactly how this had happened. We were supposed to just be on a layover, but something was wrong with our paperwork, and we were stuck here. \n\nHere in New Sodom. A slice of the world that had been claimed by demons. Succubi and Incubi to be exact. It was...\n\nOkay, it was surprisingly nice, all things considered. The new locals had been accommodating and helpful. They had pretty much dashed our preconceptions of demons, honestly. Some had even donated some food to us, to save us some funds. Apparently they didn't really need food. \n\nI looked around and sighed, then heard a noise from the bedroom. Raising an eyebrow, I headed that way and pushed the door open. \n\n\"What the fuck?\" I asked, taking the scene in. On the bed was my wife, Sandy, on her hands and knees. She was moaning, a bit of drool dripping from her lips. Her formerly light brown hair had turned black and was now down to the middle of her back, parted by two large, bat-like wings which now sprouted from her shoulders. Just above her ass was a long spaded tail, about 3 feet long. Two horns poked out of her forehead, and I could see that the whites of her eyes were now black and her irises were red. As I looked at her, I could also see that her ass and breasts seemed bigger, and her waist a bit narrower. \n\nBehind her was Saul, one of the Incubi who worked in our hotel. He was tall, 6'5\" feet tall, and well muscled. He had short black hair and large ram-like horns poking out of the side of his head. His wings were larger than Sandra's, and his tail longer. He was thrusting into her, which was impressive given his dick was about 14\" long, a smile on his face. He turned to look at me, his own red eyes locking onto mine. \"Ahh, Don.\" he said, grinning. \"I can explain.\" \n\n\"You fucking better be able to!\" I said. \"Stop fucking my wife!\" \n\n\"Don't stop!\" Sandra said, practically growling. \"Keep fucking me.\" \n\n\"Sandra, what are you saying?\" I asked. \n\n\"This is my fault.\" Saul said. \"I came by with some booze. An aphrodisiac. I figured that while you were in the area, you could... sample the local flavors, as it were. I didn't consider the repercussions of her drinking it. And, well, once she became a succubus, it was hard to stop this from happening.\" \n\nSandra let out a scream as she collapsed onto the bed, and Saul pulled out of her. I could see cum leaking from her vagina and the tip of his dick, and felt my anger rise even more. Saul turned toward me and raised his hands. \"I am sorry.\" \n\n\"Fuck that! This is stepping over every line.\" I said. \"You can't just do this! Get out.\" \n\n\"No, don't go!\" Sandra said, her eyes wide and frenzied. \"Please, keep fucking me.\" \n\n\"Sandra...\" I said. \"How long will this last.\" \n\n\"I don't know.\" Saul said. \"The bottle doesn't exactly come with warnings.\" he added, pointed to a bottle on the table. \n\n\"Saul, please. I'll suck your dick.\" Sandra said. \"Please just come back over here.\" \n\nI growled, then looked at the bottle. I walked over and grabbed it, pulling out the cork. \"This made her a demon, right? So it should do the same for me.\" \n\n\"Don, wait!\" Saul said. It was too late, though. I was already drinking. I hissed, feeling it burn as it went down. \n\n\"What, you want me to just sit back and let you keep fucking my wife?\" I asked, my voice wavering as I recovered from the drink. \n\n\"No, that was her bottle. I brought another for you. Succubi and Incubi use different concoctions as aphrodisiacs.\" \n\nMy eyebrows creased as I watched him, then I looked to Sandra who was still pleading for him to go back to the bed. I felt the burning sensation spread through my body, and I let out a groan.\n\n\"Shit, Don... Maybe you should sit.\" Saul said. \n\nI nodded, then moved to sit. I didn't make it that far, instead falling to the floor and succumbing to unconsciousness. \n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\nI awoke with a groan, and my eyes shot open as I felt something pushing against and into me. As I opened them, I saw Saul above me, my feet held in his hands and spread apart. I looked down and saw small breasts on my chest, a slightly narrower waist and wider hips, and a pussy with Saul's dick pumping in and out of me. \n\n\"What the hell?\" I asked, my voice barely above a breath in volume. Saul looked down at me and smiled sheepishly. \n\n\"Exhaustion finally overtook Sandra.\" he said, still thrusting into me. Now that I was more awake, I could feel jolts of pleasure emanating from my new pussy with each thrust. \"She passed out in the living room after a couple more rounds. You were out for about half an hour.\" \n\n\"Wh-why are you...?\" I asked, looking down at his dick as it pushed into me over and over again. He smiled, shrugging slightly. \n\n\"I tried to explain, but you were so angry. The aphrodisiac increases pheromone production in succubi as well as making them hornier. It's almost impossible for an incubus to resist.\" Saul said. \"That's faded a bit with Sandra now, since it's been about 6 hours.\" \n\nI groaned, a mixture of aggravation and pleasure. 6 hours?\n\n\"So, when I caught your scent, I couldn't really resist.\" \n\nI let out another groan, though it sounded more like a moan of pleasure. I was amazed that he was able to actually enter me, given his length and girth. I wiggled, trying to pull away, but couldn't. As I did, I could feel wings on my back and a tail extending from my spine. It was more uncomfortable to move back because of them. \n\nI could also see black hair barely hanging in my eyes. My hair had always been dark brown. Another change. \n\nI felt the jolts of pleasure increase, and reach a peak. I let out a shriek as I came, and then I felt him twitch inside me and shoot what felt like gallons of cum into me. My breathing hitched as I felt a heat spread through my body, and my breasts and ass grow. \n\nSaul pulled back and out of me, and I took the opportunity to flip myself over onto my stomach and pushed myself to my hands and knees, planning to make my way off the bed. Instead, I felt Saul grab my hips and rub the tip of his dick along my new pussy lips. I let out a whimper, and he plunged into me again. \n\n\"Why?\" I asked, my head dropping at the feeling of him filling me again. \n\n\"Sorry, but you can't understand.\" Saul said, thrusting into me over and over. \"You smell so good.\" \n\n\"Please stop.\" I said. \"I need to get help, or something. Just...\" \n\nSaul pulled out of me, and I let out a breath of relief, even as I felt the emptiness and longed to be filled again. I crawled off the bed and stood up, then turned and saw Saul before me. He grabbed my ass and lifted, easily pulling me up and then lowered me onto his dick, holding me up with it and his hands on my ass. I squeaked in surprise, looking up at him.\n\n\"I have an idea.\" he said. He started walking, and with each step I bounced up and then down onto his dick. I let out slight moans with each one as we made our way out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. Saul lowered me onto the kitchen table and grabbed a bottle from behind me and popped out a cork. He drank, continuing to fuck me. As he drank, I came again, and then felt him blow his load into me for a second time. My tits and ass expanded again, and I moaned at the sensation. \n\nSaul stepped back, cum dripping from both of us, and he smiled. \n\n\"Wh-what is that?\" I asked, sniffing slightly. Something smelled really nice.\n\n\"It's the bottle I brought for you.\" he said. \"Now you'll know how I feel.\" \n\nMy eyes widened, even as I continued to take the smell in. It was intoxicating, impossible to ignore. My eyes wandered Saul's form, settling on his dick. I licked my lips and practically leapt off of the table and onto the floor, sinking to my knees and taking his dick into my mouth. Somehow, I was able to swallow it to the base in one go, and then started bobbing back and forth. Saul ran his hands through my hair, his thumbs tracing my new horns as they passed them. I continued to blow him, savoring the smell and taste of him. It was paradise, all I wanted in that moment. \n\nSomehow, he lasted 15 minutes with me blowing him. Maybe due to my lack of experience, maybe because he was a sex demon. Either way, it felt like an eternity before he twitched in my mouth and he shot another massive load into my throat and then stomach. As I swallowed, I felt my tits and ass grow again. I pulled, back, letting Saul's dick out of my mouth, and then stood and leaned against the table. I could feel hair tickling the middle of my back now as I looked back at Saul over my shoulder.\n\nHe smiled and grabbed my hips again, then thrust into me. I let out a long cry of pleasure, then gripped the table edges. It felt so good, so perfect. I could feel saliva leaking from the corner of my lips. \n\nAgain, he lasted a ridiculously long time. 30 minutes, and I came 5 times. Finally, he filled me again and pulled out. As my proportions shifted again, I was left gasping for air. Saul leaned over me, grabbing my tits and playing with them. \"Are you too tired to keep going?\" \n\nI smiled and shook my head. I could still smell him, and couldn't say no if I wanted to. \n\n\"To the bedroom?\" \n\nI nodded, and then he picked me up again and carried me to the bedroom. \n\nTurning back wasn't even on my mind. All I wanted was to get fucked more."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A witch changes you into a girl and challenges you to win your body back via a threesome... | [
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"content": "\"Are you ready?\" the witch asked. Hazel, I reminded myself. The bitch's name was Hazel. Her plump red lips were twisted into a grin. She was a stunner. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied into pigtails, she had a small stud in her cute little nose, and she had big brown eyes. Her body was exceptional, too. A damn near perfect figure, with large breasts and a full ass. She was barely wrapped in a tiny black dress, which let me see the bottom of her ass cheeks as she leaned over the counter, looking at herself in the mirror. Her ass was sticking out a bit more thanks to the 4 inch heels she was wearing. \n\nI turned my attention to my own reflection. It was still jarring to see, which made sense. I had only been like this for a few hours. I had been an average guy. Not really muscular, but fit. Shaggy black hair, blue eyes, a bit of a five o'clock shadow. Now, I saw a girl not too different from Hazel. My hair hadn't really lengthened, still not quite reaching my shoulders, but it was styled differently, more femininely. My own face was made up like hers was, with pink lipstick instead of the red she wore. My body was a bit curvier than hers, which seemed more extreme since she was also now a couple of inches taller than me. I was used to being 5'10\". Now I was maybe 5'3\". My own clothes had been replaced with a tight pink top with a low neckline and a pair of booty shorts. To my chagrin, I was even wearing pink heels. They were about 3 inches, and I was somehow able to walk in them. \n\n\"I don't have much choice, do I?\" I asked, flinching at my voice. It was so... girly. \n\n\"Not really.\" Hazel said, her voice sing songy as she spoke. \n\n\"Then let's get this over with.\" I said. \n\n\"You're gonna have to be more enthusiastic than that, Rita.\" \n\n\"My name is Rich.\" I growled. Though, it sounded more like a whine. \n\n\"Not right now it's not. Maybe not ever again.\" Hazel said. She smiled, then turned and headed to the bathroom door, opening it and prancing out. \n\nI groaned and followed her, wincing with each click of my heels on the floor and the bounce of my temporary boobs. \n\nThe guy that she had picked, Bill, was sitting on the bed with a shit eating grin on his face. I couldn't blame him, really. I would be making the same goofy face in his position. Hazel had made him an offer for a threesome. Who would pass that up? Especially after seeing her and this body...\n\n\"Nice of you to join us Rita.\" Hazel said as she spun around dramatically and landed on Bill's lap. She kissed his cheek as she did, and his smile widened. She wiggled a bit, and I could easily imagine the effect that was having. \"Now we can get started, right?\" she asked, looking at Bill. \n\n\"Oh, uh, yeah.\" he said, looking between us. \n\nI swallowed a lump in my throat and forced a smile. Hazel had been right about one thing. I needed to act enthusiastic. Her challenge to me was, hopefully, simple. I needed to get this guy to cum in my new pussy. If I did, then she would change me back. If I failed...\n\nThen I would be stuck, and I would need to service her. Lick the cum from her pussy as a sign of submission or some such nonsense. As much as I hated it, and I did, I needed to act into this guy. If I could sell it, I may be able to wrap this up quickly. \n\n\"Uh, why don't...\" I paused, trying to think this over. How to phrase it...? \"Are you gonna hog him all night?\" I asked. \n\nHazel raised her eyebrow and smiled. \"Not at all, Rita. Help yourself.\" she said. She stood from his lap and stepped away as I moved closer. I could tell my movements were stiff. I really didn't want to do this... Still, I made my way over and straddled him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I could feel his dick straining against his pants. I bit my lip, wondering for a moment if I could really do this. \n\nI could see Hazel move out of the corner of my eye, and turned slightly to see her still grinning. That annoyed me. I turned back to Bill and kissed him, forcing my eyes closed. Maybe if I tried hard enough, I could pretend I was kissing a girl. \n\nOur lips parted and we began to make out. I could hear the clicking of Hazel moving around, but tried to drown it out. I was almost able to trick myself, until Bill's hand moved to my chest, groping one of my breasts. My eyes shot open and I pulled back. I could see the look of confusion on his face. I looked at him for a moment before forcing another smile. \"I... I should get more comfortable, I think.\" \n\nHe nodded as I stood up. I turned away and took a few steps, reaching down to lift up the bottom of my shirt. I paused, my arms freezing in place. Somehow, this made it seem more real. If I did this, I would be a naked woman in the room with a man who wanted to fuck me. \n\nBut if I didn't, I would be stuck as a woman forever. \n\nWith a rush of determination, I pulled off my top. I took another moment to pull off my shoes and toss them aside, then began working on my shorts. It took longer than I would have liked, given how tight they were, but I finally got them off. With that, I was left in only my lacy pink underwear. I took a slow breath, then set about removing them. They quickly joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. With that done, I turned and...\n\nSaw Hazel bouncing up and down on Bill, both of them naked. Clearly it hadn't taken them nearly as much time to strip as it had for me. I approached, my mouth agape. Hazel turned to me as I reached them. \n\n\"Unh, hey there. About time you...\" she let out a low moan, then continued. \"Joined us.\" \n\n\"Um, can you... can I...?\" I couldn't really form the words. My eyes were locked on their junk, his more than hers. It was the key to my old life. If he had a hair trigger, then this would all be over. \n\n\"We just got started, but I'm sure Bill will help you out.\" Hazel said before letting out another moan. \"Right, hon?\" \n\nBill looked at me and grinned, then nodded. I looked at Hazel, and I was sure my face was showing my irritation. \n\n\"Don't underestimate foreplay.\" she whispered. \"It'll get you ready for your go.\" \n\nWith a sigh, I looked at Bill again. She was right, it probably would help. Plus, if I refused, it might seem strange. Might put him off, make me seem less into this. Which, really, was true. But it wouldn't help to show that. \n\nReluctantly, I climbed onto the bed and then positioned myself over Bill so that I was facing Hazel. My crotch was over his face, and I could feel his breath on me. His hands moved to my ass, causing me to jump a bit, and he guided me a bit, then pulled me down. I felt my folds make contact with his face, then his tongue begin to probe around. As it traced my lips, I shuddered, my eyes locking onto Hazel in a glare. \n\n\"Problem?\" she asked. I could hear the the shuddering in her voice. She was still bouncing with so much zeal. \n\n\"You're not gonna win this.\" I shot back. \"I'm going to-\" My voice shot up as Bill's tongue slipped into me, causing a wave of pleasure to shoot through me. I leaned forward, barely moving under his grip on my hips. My eyes were wide. \n\n\"Felt good, right? That body is made for pleasure.\" Hazel said, her hands running through her hair, then moving to grab my breasts. She squeezed, then shifted her fingers until her thumbs were over my nipples. She rubbed them, and I could feel more pleasure shooting through me. I let out a little whimper as she played with me. \n\n\"S-stop.\" I said. \"This is...\" \n\n\"This is the point. You need to be nice and wet for our stud, here or you don't stand a chance. There's no point in this game if my chance of victory is 100%.\" Hazel said. \n\nI closed my eyes, but there was no tricking myself this time. These sensations were alien, completely new to me. It felt good, but so strange...\n\nAfter a few minutes, I felt something happening, my sensations reaching a peak. After another few seconds of attention from both of them, I let out a scream and everything faded. Sound, sensation, everything was lost to the pleasure. I realized what happened once I started coming down. \n\nMy first orgasm as a woman. Potentially one of multiple. I felt Bill tap my ass, and lifted up. \n\n\"You like that, babe? You soaked me there.\" Twisting, I could see that there was quite a bit of fluid on his face. I grinned, turning back to Hazel. \n\n\"Bill, I need your dick in me.\" I said. \"Please...\" \n\n\"Fine with me.\" Hazel said. \"I can't hog this big boy, as much as I may want to.\" \n\nIt took a few moments for us all to separate. When all was said and done, they were both standing with me sitting on the edge of the bed. My eyes were on Bill's dick. Rock hard and pointed at me. It was big, 7 or 8 inches. \n\nHe approached and spread my legs apart, positioning himself between them. He grabbed his dick and wiggled it around, rubbing the tip along my entrance. I shuddered, letting out a little moan. I bit my lip in embarrassment as I realized what I had done. I had acted naturally, like a slut. \n\n\"You ready?\" he asked.\n\nI looked to Hazel. \"Fuck me hard.\" I said. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Your boss decided to test whether a free fuck would increase sales. You are the free fuck. | [
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"content": "I just gaped at my boss in disbelief. Why couldn't he just give them free vehicle floor mats like the rest of the car dealerships did? I wanted to walk out, but somewhere in the back of my mind I liked the idea. I *liked* it! How fucked up was that?\n\n\"Fine,\" I said before I could think about it. \"But I want a commission for every sale.\"\n\n\"Done,\" he said. \"Tomorrow, forget about the dealership polo. Wear your shortest skirt, your highest heels, and this.\" He handed me a sheer blouse with the dealership logo. The material was so thin, everyone would be able to see my bra. \"Oh, and this.\"\n\nHe held up a lacy demi-cup bra that would just barely hide my nipples.\n\n\"Are you kidding? I might as well run around naked for all this covers.\"\n\nHe didn't respond right away. The bastard actually looked like he was thinking about it before he finally shook his head. \"No, we don't need you arrested for indecent exposure when you're working the lot. We can discuss the possibility when you're scheduled to work in the showroom, though. Your naked body draped over the cars could really boost interest.\" With that thought, he swatted my ass and walked away.\n\nThe next day was pretty slow. I figured I'd escaped my new duties when the boss called me in to his office.\n\n\"Mr. Shaw here would like to purchase a car, but needs a little...incentive.\"\n\nI glanced over at the man sitting in front of my boss's desk. Handsome. Fit for his age with a touch of silver threaded through his dark hair. Older than I'd choose to date, but this wasn't a date. This was work.\n\n\"Certainly,\" I said with a smile. \"Do you have any particular preferences as to an incentive, Mr. Shaw?\" \n\nHis gaze raked me up and down, resting a long time on my breasts. His heated look practically singed the clothes off my body. I could feel the warmth of arousal spread through my limbs, making my breasts tingle and pussy ache. \n\n\"I have quite a few preferences actually. But I'd like you to show me what you can offer me.\" He leaned back in the chair, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his fully erect and throbbing member. I barely registered my boss leaving the room.\n\nHis cock was beautiful. Long, straight, and smooth. Just looking at it made me salivate. I took him deep in my mouth, relaxing my throat a little more with each stroke. I wanted it all. Determined, my lips eventually kissed his pubic bone with every stroke. He gripped the sides of the chair until his knuckles turned white. I reached between his legs to gently massage his balls and he lost control.\n\nHe threaded his hands through my hair and fucked my face so hard I fought to breathe.\n\n\"Fuck, yes! I'm coming.\" The last word was drawn out in a guttural moan as he shot spurt after spurt of cum down my willing throat.\n\nAfter that, sales gradually increased as word of the dealership's unusual sales incentive began to spread. We got customers from all over the state. Though most were pretty straightforward sales, one gentleman wanted my boss to stay and watch. Another was a couple; I ate out the wife while the husband fucked me from behind. My absolute favorite sale was the bisexual guy that wanted my boss to suck him off while I sat on his face. I came pretty damn hard watching my boss take a load down his throat.\n\nEventually, he had to hire more staff, both males and females, to meet the demand. As for myself, with all the commission I earned, I was eventually able to save enough to partner with him on two more dealerships. Even though I'm the one with the office now, every once in a while I still offer myself up for a sales incentive just because."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Disney Parody | [
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"content": "**The small figure patted the pillow and with bemusement and more than a little curiosity Bell lay back on the bed.** \n\n**The lights dimmed in the bedroom as the vibrating latex man stepped up on a little stool and began to speak.**\n\nMa chère Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now, we invite you to relax. Let us pull off your clothes, as the bed room proudly presents... your pleasure\n\nBe our guest! Be our guest\n\nPut our service to the test\n\nTie your gag deep in your mouth, cherie\n\nAnd we'll provide the rest\n\nnipple clamps\n\nand anal beads\n\nWhy, we only live to serve\n\nTry the lubed cock, it's the thickest\n\nDon't believe me? Ask the bitches\n\nThey can sing, they can dance\n\nAfter all, Miss, this is France\n\nAnd seduction here is never second best\n\nGo on, unfold your legs\n\nTake a glance and then you'll\n\nBe our guest\n\nOui, our guest\n\nBe our guest!\n\nMagic wand\n\nDouble sided \n\ninsert and strapop, if that’s your thing\n\nWe'll prepare and serve with flair\n\nA sexual and private cabaret!\n\nYou're alone\n\nAnd you're scared\n\nBut the sevant’s all prepared\n\nNo one's gloomy or complaining\n\nWhile the whores are entertaining\n\nWe tell jokes! I do tricks\n\nWith my fellow would be pricks!\n\n\nthey come in all different sizes \n\nThat you can bet\n\n\nCome on and lift your ass\n\nYou've won your own free pass\n\nTo be our guest\n\nIf you're stressed\n\nIt's a hard fucking we suggest\n\nBe our guest!\n\n\nBe our guest! Be our guest!\n\n\nLife is so unnerving\n\nFor a servant who's not serving\n\nHe's not whole without a hole to push into \n\nAh, those good old days when we were useful\n\n—Eh, Cocksworth?\n\nSuddenly those good old days are gone\n\nten years, we've been rusting\n\nNeeding so much more than dusting\n\nNeeding exercise, a chance to use our skills\n\nMost days, we just lay around the castle\n\nFlabby, fat, and lazy\n\nYou walked in and oops-a-daisy\n\n\n**A dripping and boiling can of vax enters the room**\n\nIt's a guest! It's a guest!\n\nSake's alive, well I'll be blessed!\n\nWax's been poured and thank the Lord\n\nI've had the blindfolds freshly pressed\n\nWith her pleasure, she'll want pain\n\nAnd my dear, that's fine with me\n\nWhile the cocks do their soft-thrustin'\n\nI'll be dripping at her bust \n\nI'll get warm, piping hot\n\nHeaven's sakes! Is that a spot?\n\nClean it up! We want the company impressed!\n\nWe've got a lot to do\n\nIs it quite hot enough?\n\nFor you, our guest!\n\n\nShe's our guest!\n\n\nShe's our guest!\n\n\nShe's our guest!\n\n\nBe our guest! Be our guest!\n\nOur command is your request\n\nIt's been years since we've had anybody here\n\nAnd we're obsessed\n\n\nWith your pussy, with your ease\n\nYes, indeed, we aim to please\n\nWhile the candlelight's still glowing\n\nLet us fuck you, we'll keep going\n\nhole by hole, one by one\n\n'Til you shout, \"Enough! I'm done!\"\n\nThen we'll sing you off to sleep as you leak from every hole\n\nTonight, you'll prop your feet up\n\nBut for now, let's eat you up\n\nBe our guest!\n\nBe our guest!\n\nBe our guest!\n\nPlease, be our guest!\n\n*By no means perfect but I had fun with this and it didn't take too long :)*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Magical Sex Shop | [
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"content": "Mary had heard that the sex shop on 4th street was one of the weirdest places in the city, and she had to go verify that for herself. She was shopping for Christmas presents anyways and she always liked to give away a few scandalous gifts to make a few of her friends turn red, and maybe she’d find something for herself or her boyfriend too.\n\nFrom the outside, it didn’t look terribly unusual. The building looked run-down and had some flickering neon lights inside, but it was par for the course in this neighborhood. She casually walked in and looked around. There was a lot of standard stuff you see in most sex shops, costumes, lubricants, BDSM gear, etc. There were also a few more unusual items such as bottles marked as “potions” and little bags marked as “hexes”, but Mary didn’t really believe in all that. She began to feel that perhaps this place was overhyped and it had not been worth going to the other side of the city just to see it.\n\nA man with long gray hair dressed in all leather (looking like something out of the 50s) came out of the back room and asked in a deep voice, “Hey, how may I help you?”\n\n“Oh,” Mary sighed, “I’m just looking around, thanks.”\n\n“Suit yourself!” he said cheerfully as he went and relaxed behind the front desk. “I’ll be here if you have any questions.”\n\nMary began to peruse all of the items in the store. One thing she noticed was that almost everything was twice as expensive as it was elsewhere in the city, but there was no apparent change in quality. She almost felt offended that this shop was so pretentious as to believe that people should pay double the price just to shop in their weird and overrated store.\n\nThen something caught her eye. It was an old wooden paddle. She knew that her friend Alejandra would turn bright red if she opened that at the Christmas party. Oddly, the paddle was marked as an “Independent Paddle for the Naughty.” She didn’t know what that meant, but she didn’t really care. She didn’t want to pay such a high price for it, but… maybe this shop deserved to be robbed. Maybe it would teach them something about having such unreasonable prices. That’s how free markets work, right?\n\nShe looked over at the attendant. He seemed to be completely ignoring her. He was engrossed in some old book and actually had his back turned to her now. That was pretty arrogant, he so deserved to get robbed. She has a backpack on and she quickly shoved it in her backpack and started walking toward the door. The man at the front seemed not to have even noticed she had done anything yet. She was almost to the door when she suddenly felt her backpack yank upwards and the paddle pulled up out of her backpack. She turned around fully expecting to be busted, but there was no one there. The paddle was hanging in mid-air seemingly attached to nothing. She stood still in shock for a moment. The paddle didn’t stay still for long though, it suddenly moved behind her and gave her a bottom a hard whack. She jumped and shrieked sharply.\n\nThe old shop assistant looked up from his book, saw the scene which was happening, chuckled a little bit, and stood up from his chair to go walk towards Mary. Mary tried to back away from the paddle, but it followed her and started to smack her legs when she tried to cover her bottom. “Help me!” she yelled to the assistant.\n\n“I offered my help before you were a thief,” the assistant countered. “You’ve activated the paddle now with your naughtiness. It’s giving you exactly what you deserve.”\n\n“I’ll sue you!” she yelled.\n\n“And what will you tell the court?” he asked sarcastically. “You got spanked by a magical flying paddle that you tried to steal?”\n\nIt hit Mary that she certainly was in a very odd and unusual position. “Make it stop!” she complained as she uncovered her bottom so the paddle would stop hitting her legs.\n\n“All of the items in this store have some sort of anti-theft measure,” he mused. “Just be glad you didn’t try to steal the sexy vampire costume! The only person who made that mistake made it out the front door but returned it the next day, and they were a few quarts of blood lighter! Stop resisting and your punishment will be over faster. The paddling gets more severe the more you resist.”\n\nIt was difficult, but Mary eventually agreed to just put her hands against a shelf and let the paddle go to work on her poor bottom. She really wished that she had chosen a pair of underwear that morning that covered more of her bottom, but given that not even the jeans she was wearing provided enough protection she doubted it. There were a few tears rolling down her cheek when the paddle finally stopped its assault and returned to its owner’s hand, but a part of her was almost proud of herself for taking the paddling so well.\n\nShe reached back and started furiously rubbing her bottom and asked, “Wait, so this place is actually… magical?”\n\nHe nodded. “You could say that, yep. This paddle that you were trying to steal, it obeys the instructions and requirements of its owner. Right now, I’m still the owner, and the owner does not change unless I sell it. These costumes over here, they actually can change a person’s whole personality, or their tone of voice, their disposition, and some of them even physical characteristics! Those restraints over there, well let’s just say you can run but you can’t hide. This potion? Some day it will put Viagra out of business! You don’t even need to worry if the erection lasts longer than 4 hours, but it certainly will if you drink enough! This lubricant can make you feel orgasms a lot stronger inside your ass!”\n\n“Wow,” Mary said in amazement as she was still rubbing her bottom. For some reason, the sting in her bottom was starting to make her feel hornier and as he went on and on telling her about different items in the store, that also made her hornier. She could barely think straight as they moved through the store, but she finally selected a few items to buy from the store, “And I’ll take… this paddle, and the lubricant too.”\n\nHe smiled and rang her up, he even gave her a small discount on the paddle because he was sure she would become a regular customer. As she checked out, he picked up the lube and said, “So, do you want to give this a test run?”\n\n“Oh god… I thought you’d never ask!”\n\nHe quickly led her to the backroom and applied some of the lube to his dick and she was getting down on all fours almost without realizing it, offering her ass up to him. He began to fuck her asshole, and she had never been a huge fan of anal, but she was loving every second of this. He kept on going and going and she was actually climaxing from anal sex, and it felt better than anything she had experienced before. Finally, he finished inside her and sent her on her way. She stumbled out the front door still in a daze, and started to make her way home. He just smiled, put a bottle of cologne back on the shelf, and went back to cleaning up around the shop."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Welcome to Digital Dreams, the world's first true VR Brothel. Would you like to browse our catalogue, or custom design your lover for this evening?" | [
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"content": "\"Browse please.\"\n\n\"Yes sir.\"\n\nThe vr secretary in a low cut top and a very short skirt, showing some of her panties and her firm ass returned to her desk and found the catalog and handed it to me. \n\n\"Take as long as you want sir. Feel free to have a seat and we'll bring you a drink. Alcoholic or non alcoholic?\"\n\n\"Non please.\"\n\nShe nodded and went through a set of double doors to what looked like a small kitchen. Her permanent smile was a little unnerving but nothing's perfect. \n\n*Man this feels so real*\n\nI thought as I seamlessly sat down in a comfy chair.\n\n*Shit I can almost feel the fabric*\n\nThe owner of the VR brothel sat a few chairs down, looking over a paper. I started to skim through the catalog until me caught my attention. \n\nAlison, black hair, green eyes, D Cups (natural), curvy. \n\n\"She seems nice, she's certainly a looker\"\n\nAfter the physical description was a brief bio about the women and what they're limits and kinks were. Alison was vanilla but occasionally liked it rough. \n\n\"Here you go si. All we had left is Spr-it, I hope that's ok.\"\n\n\"Its perfect. I like Sprite.\"\n\n\"Shh, you'll get us sued.\"\n\nShe winked and noticed I had been lingering on Alison's page.\n\n\"Is she the lover you'd like for the evening?\"\n\n\"Yes...ma'am\"\n\nShe nodded and returned to her desk. She picked up her phone and dialed a few numbers. \n\n\"She'll be right out sir. You can just leave the catalog on the table.\"\n\nI nodded and did just that. I relaxed with a deep breath and stirred the ice in my drink, better to keep the bladder empty. Only a minute passed, with a small loading bar in my peripheral vision filling quickly, before walked out and called my name. I raised my hand and stood up. \n\n\"Hi, you're so handsome.\"\n\nShe took my hand when we met in the doorway and led me down the hall to her room. She felt real. She looked real. She acted real. \n\nOnce in her room, she pulled off the long sleeve shirt she had one revealing tight green sleeveless shirt. \n\n\"It's so hot in these rooms.\"\n\nShe giggled before straddling my lap. She wraps her arm around my neck and starts to kiss my collarbone. I moaned softly as I hugged her waist and rubbed her thigh under her skirt. It was like teasing a real person.\n\n\"God that's making hot.\"\n\nShe whispered in my ear before kissing my collar bone again. I moved my hand up slowly to her panties and rubbed her slowly through the fabric. She moaned before moving her lips to mine. \n\nAs we made out I felt her panties dampen against my hand. \n\n\"Can I feel how wet your making me?\"\n\nI nodded, words weren't an option.\n\n\"Cause I can feel how hard I'm making you.\"\n\nHer voice was smooth, a small hint of a Scottish accent lingered on her words. She pulled away to take her shirt off, her tits bounced as she struggled to pull the shirt over them. \n\nWe laid back on the bed with her next to me. We kissed as I cupped and lightly squeezed her breast. \n\n\"Alison can I make a request?\"\n\n\"Of course. \"\n\n\"Can you leave the skirt on?\"\n\nShe smiled big and nodded. She rolled onto her back and put her legs on the bed as she worked her panties off. I disrobed out of my pants and boxers and spread her legs. I slide my cock into her slowly. She moaned loud and her pussy was soaked. \n\nWe fucked, slowly progressing faster and harder. \n\n\"Your gonna make me cum!\"\n\nI kept going and sure she came hard, her legs quivering a little. \n\n\"Cover my skirt in cum baby!\"\n\nI pulled out shortly after and covered her skirt and a little bit of her stomach with cum. We rested for a few moments before the prompt to clean up and pay her appeared. \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your car has broken down. The weather has turned very nasty, and your phone is out of power. The only house around is a farmhouse, and only the farmer's daughter is home... | [
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"content": "I strolled up to the door of the farmhouse. I stepped onto the porch, dripping into the wood.\n\nI reached out, and knocked firmly 3 times against the door.\n\nAfter a minute, a freckled girl answered the door, she was wearing a plaid shirt, with the top buttons undone, exposing her cleavage, her tits were barely contained. Her strawberry blonde hair was wavy and hung down past her shoulders. She wore jeans with a big belt buckle. \n\n\"What can I do for ya, sugar?\" She asked me in a southern accent, while looking me up and down staring at my large, soaked frame with my clothes hanging off me.\n\n\"My car broke down, can I use your phone to call for help?\" I asked.\n\n\"I'm afraid storm's knocked the phone out sugar, I can get ya a bath though, and ya can stay here with me to wait out the storm. My name's Abigail, but you can call me Abby or Abs\" she said, winking. \"You're gonna have ta take off them wet clothes, I'll get you a towel.\"\n\nSo I stripped and left my clothes on the porch, Abigail handed me a towel, covering her eyes as she did, good thing too, I didn't want her seeing my rock hard erection. I wrapped the towel around myself and said \"Decent.\" Abigail's eyes fluttered open, and she stared longingly at my hairy chest and strong arms, from days on the farm myself. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom, where there was a big wooden tub, she turned on the faucet and plugged the drain. When it was filled, I got in and enjoyed the nice warm bath. I closed my eyes and sat there, oblivious to anything. After a minute, I heard a small splash, and felt the water level rise. I opened my eyes to see Abigail in the water with me, her toys hanging just below the steaming water. \n\n\"Thought' I'da join ya.\" She said, innocently. \"We're home alone so may as well, Pa and Ma are at the market for another 2 days, at least.\" \n\n\"So what do you do for fun Abigail?\" I asked, casually but I knew where this was headed.\n\n\"I do some ridin'. I was in the rodeo, still am. I ride many critters. Wish I could ride some stud bronco some day, but they ain't for ridin' just breedin'.\"\n\n\"You ever ride anything like this?\" I asked, standing up to reveal my magnificent cock. \n\nAbigail's eyes lit up and she said \"Oh boy I'd sure love to!\"\n\nI stood up and got out of the bath, and grabbed my towel. I dried myself off, and Abigail stood up, got out of the bath, and I wrapped the white towel around her back, and pulled her in close for as kiss. I felt her smooth lips on mine as I caressed her back. She led me to the bedroom, where there was a queen size bed waiting for us. She laid down, and I watched her D cup breasts bounce to the side as she laid on her back, her smooth, muscular legs hanging off the bed. Her pussy was almost clean shaven, just a little triangle of hair above it.\n\nI locked my lips with hers as I went down on her, feeling her large breasts press against my chest as we kissed passionately. \n\n\"Take me.\" She said longingly \"Take me now, breed me!\" I obliged and pushed my massive cock in her perfect pussy. Her tight lips parted as I made my way into her womanhood. She moaned in pleasure as I entered, and I silenced her with a kiss. I pushed even deeper and heard a gasp escape her lips as I pushed to the bottom of my shaft. She squirmed a little bit, but I was in control. I pulled back a bit before thrusting back in, causing her to moan again, I continued it with increasing speed, swiftly going in and out of her. I only heard her moans of pleasure, and my balls slapping against her sizable ass. \n\n\"Right there!\" She said, moaning loudly as I hit her G Spot. I kept it up and she let out a loud moan before tensing up and squirting her juices all over my shaft and torso. I carried on, while Abigail laid there quivering. I pulled out despite having not come yet. I had more plans for Abigail.\n\n\"How about we actually do some riding now.\" I said, lying on the bed next to her, my penis pointed up at the roof.\n\n\"That was a helluva fuck, I need you more!\" Abigail said. She then climbed on top of me, in cowgirl position. She placed her hands on either side of my head, and lowered her wet pussy onto my waiting cock. It slid on easier this time, being lubricated and loosened up from earlier.\n\nShe started bouncing, and I watched her tots bounce back and forth right by my face, my hands were on her hips, guiding her as she rode me. I looked up at her sweat covered face, watching her pant and moan as she rode my massive dick. I started guiding her faster, and she picked up the pace. I was panting too now, and I said\n\n\"I'm coming! Keep it up Abs!\" And pulled her into me, she moaned loudly as I forced her to take my whole length again and she came, squirting on me again, her tensing and feeling her amazing breasts sent me over the edge, I grunted and came into her amazing pussy. We laid there is ecstasy and kissed and cuddled. I pulled out as I got soft and felt my cum leaking from her bare pussy as she laid on me. \n\nAfter resting, I said \"I should get dressed.\"\n\n\"Don't get back in those wet clothes! I'll hang them to dry for you, the storm's gone.\" Abby got up, and I watched her bubble butt sway as she went downstairs to get my clothes drying.\n\nShe came back and said \"that was like nothing I've ever done! You need ta call me! Whereabouts here you livin'?\" She asked excitedly.\n\n\"Two miles south of Taskin, 3rd drive on the left comin' from town.\" I replied. \"I'm ready for another go, do you wanta?\" Abby said nothing, she just strode over to me, and gracefully pushed me onto the bed. I sat there as she grabbed my penis and started playing with it like putty, moving it in her hands skillfully, to get me hard. \n\nAfter I got it up, I said \"on your hands and knees, on the floor.\" And she obliged. I got behind her, and put it in. She felt it enter her pussy, and started to push into me, moving her hips. I grabbed her hips, and pulled her into me, pushing my member deeper inside her. I then started thrusting with my hips, and started ramming her poor pussy. She got knocked to her chest, and I felt her moan as I fucked her harder and harder with every passing second. She came quickly, but I wasn't satisfied. I pulled out and put it in her ass. She cried out in pain, and I pushed my big member into her virgin asshole. She choked back sobs as I went raw against her ass, and as her boobs rubbed against the carpet. Eventually, I let out a grunt and ejaculated into her asshole. I pulled out and it dribbled out her hole. She sat up, and her tits were red with carpet burn. \n\n\"Why'd ya haveta do that?\" Abigail asked, arms crossed across her chest.\n\n\"I don't know,\" I said \"something just took over and I wanted you so bad I couldn't stop for nothin'.\"\n\n\"Good, I want that again,\" she said, as she locked me into a kiss. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] They had always been told by their conservative christian family that rock music was the work of the devil. Now curious, they secretly try listening to some in their bedroom. The one song they try actually *was* the devil's work, and has summoned a needy succubus! | [
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"content": "[“......SIX, SIX, SIX, the number of the beast!”](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxnN05vOuSM)\n\nThe heavy metal rock song rang out over the speakers of Sarah’s room. Each of them sat on the edge of the bed listening quietly as the forbidden song rang through the room. The black vinyl material went round and round as the needle brought life to the old record. In the middle of the record was a zombie type character that was nearly hypnotizing.This had been no easy accomplishment. It had taken a weeks worth of planning. Sarah’s parents were gone for the evening. The old record player hauled up out of the basement. The dust covered machine barely seemed operational. But amazingly, once plugged in, and the record placed, it immediately came to life. \n\nSarah glanced toward her boyfriend Eric with a look of worry. But there was a smirk on Eric’s face. It was the song of the beast. The one thing that each of their God loving parents had told them over and over, ‘never listen to devilish rock music’. They had never understood why, how it could possibly be so harmful and so far, it was not living up to the worry. \n\n“It’s just a song.” \n\nEric’s voice broke the silence with a very unimpressed tone. While Sarah found the music far from ‘easy on the ears’ she couldn’t help but admit he was right. It was just music. Why had her parents made it seem so horrible? \n\nAlmost as if to answer that thought the tiny gold cross hanging around Sarah’s next began to vibrate. Upon feeling this on her chest her hand subconsciously grasped the small gold crucifix. Glancing back at Eric, who was now looking at her, she gave him another nervous glance for no apparent reason. Suddenly the record on the player began to vibrate. The vibration following the long guitar solo that had now started. Both of them looked from each other towards the record that had begun to shake more violently with each passing moment. Seconds later it felt as if the whole room was vibrating as the lights began to flicker taking them from darkness to light in moments. \n\nSarah audibly gasped with shock as she and Eric clutched the bed. “Turn it off!” She suddenly shouted hoping Eric would put a stop to the sudden turn of events. But he didn’t move. Almost as if he was frozen to the bed. His eyes wide with shock now as mouth hung agap.\n\n“ERIC!” Sarah shouted again trying to find her own legs to take matters into her own hands, but they didn’t respond. The shaking had grown more violent. Wind and branches from the trees outside her window slapped and whipped across the glass. The lights flickered harder, and faster as Sarah now fell silent and began praying. The music and guitar solo blared out over the record player as the horrible song continued against their will.\n\n“Forgive me father for I have sinned.”\n\nWithout warning there was a loud scratching of the record and the song came to an abrupt end. The light bulb on Sarah’s ceiling fan popped as the room grew permanently dark. The only light coming from the moon that streamed through the window. It took both of them a moment to adjust, blinking rapidly as they searched the darkness for answers. \n\n“What was that?”\n\nEric voice was weak and full of fear. His hand was only inches from her yet she could not gather the strength required to reach for it. Her own body paralyzed by the fear. The only sound in the room was the heavy breathing from the young couple. Until they heard a third.\n\nShe seemed to appear out of nothing. As if she slowly rose from the darkest corner of the room. Her dark figure slowly grew larger and taller as both Sarah and Eric starred in her direction petrified. The air in the room almost seemed to change growing almost cold along with the darkness. Sarah could feel goosebumps from along her pale skin that was still exposed around her t-shirt. \n\nRising taller, it became more and more visible that the monster in the room with them was female. The moonlight cast shadows over her body making the deep curves of her hips, waist and breasts visible. She appeared to be nude, but it was hard to tell as her skin gave off a darkness that only clothing could. Her long dark hair easily hung well past her shoulders but her head seemed almost demonic as two pointy objects seemed to be held there. \n\nFinally Sarah found her voice again. “It’s….it’s the devil!” She cried suddenly shifting and leaning away from the monster in the corner of the room. Eric still sat perfectly still with shock until Sarah’s voice seemed snap him out of his trance. He glanced rapidly back and forth between Sarah and the dark figure in the corner of the room. \n\nSuddenly a deep dark laugh broke the silence. It mocked them dragging on its chuckle for much longer than necessary. \n\n“No child, I am far from the devil himself. I’m simply one of his servants.” Stepping forward as she talked the dark woman like beast strode confidently towards them. The moonlight now shawn brightly on her form exposing her nude body to them. Her skin was pale, but almost seemed to have a purple haze that became darker the more the light engulfed her. Sarah tried to look away, tried not to stare at the perfect female form in front of her but it was nearly impossible. Her heavy breasts giggled slightly with each step she took. Her full hips and slim waist worked from side to side as she lewdly displayed herself for them. Her skin was perfect, without a single blemish, nore hair. Her eyes were dark red giving her an almost evil look at times. Her human body ended there though as small dark red wings were visible on her back, two six inch long horns protruded from the top of her head parting her hair, and a matching red tail swished back and forth behind her like a cat. \n\n“How did you get here!? Leave us alone you beast.” Sarah suddenly stood holding her cross tightly in the palm of her hand hoping it would offer her some type of protection. But the monster only smiled as she casually reached towards Sarah with her hand and pushed her shoulder lightly to make her sit back onto the bed. Sarah was surprised by the monsters touch, how warm it had felt on her shoulder, even through her T-shirt, the spot still tingled. \n\n“You summoned me, with that wonderful record.” She turned to glance at it briefly. “Which was perfect timing, it’s been oh so long since my last feeding.” Her even darker purple tongue darted past her full lips licking them in preparation. Her eyes fell on Eric who was still staring blankly at her and she almost seemed to look into his sole as her eyes grew darker for a moment. “Mmm and a virgin, it’s been oh so long since I had a virgin.”\n\n(To be continued)\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As you open the door to your home, you see your best friend, kneeling expectantly, directly in front of the door. She's wearing nothing except for a French Maid outfit. "Welcome home, Master!" | [
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"content": "As I was walking up to the side door to my house I was thinking, \"another day and another interview that's going to end in no response or a call saying that they've gone with another candidate, but you were in our top three, so there's that.\" Unlocking my door I was expecting one of my kitties to meet me at the door and meow. This was not the case at all.\n\nMary, my best friend was kneeling before me and as if on cue said, \"Welcome home, Master.\"\n\nI stood there in shock for a moment with many thoughts racing through my head. I then grabbed her hands and heard myself say, \"get up, you don't have to kneel before me.\"\n\nAt that moment, it occurred to me that I hadn't told her where I had moved; she knew that I had moved, but was busy on the day I was moving. I then snapped out of my daze and asked, \"how do you know where I moved and how did you get in?\"\n\nShe smiled and laughed. She then said, \"don't worry about that silly.\" She leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. \n\nThis was not how Mary typically acted. She used to be strong willed and on numerous times had told me either, no or fuck off at various points in time. She wasn't overly flirty, often telling me how to do something even going as far as to redo parts of my homework for me in college.\n\n\"Master\" she said, looking up at me with her green eyes, \"I know what you want, please follow me.\"\n\nShe started walking away towards the bedroom. The ruffles in the French Maid outfit were swaying and I was compelled to follow her. During the short walk from the door to the bedroom, I snuck a peek under her outfit and it didn't look like she was wearing anything underneath.\n\nOnce in my room, she undid my tie, and put it around her neck; the two ends draped over her shoulders formed what looked like a choker. She smiled as she unbuttoned my shirt, as I rested my hands on her shoulders.\n\nI closed my eyes for a moment and thought that this couldn't be happening. I knew Mary as strong and independent so her acting this flirty was unusual and only something that happened in my fantasies. After finishing thinking about those fantasies I would think to myself, Mary doesn't act like that! That would never happen! It was happening and I felt intoxicated with lust. \n\nBy the time I opened my eyes again, she had worked my shirt off and she then pushed me onto the bed. Her shoulder length brown hair was framing her face as she undid my belt buckle.\n\nMy cock had swelled during the short time when I saw her kneeling on the floor. She smiled and said, \"Goodness Master, how you've grown. May I relieve you now?\"\n\nI heard myself saying, \"Yes Mary you may\" as she put her mouth over it; I stroked her hair as she went down on me. This felt amazing! Her spit felt as if it was enchanted to stimulate even more than usual. I had never expected Mary of all people to be good at sucking cock since she never got crude jokes or got flustered when she overheard them.\n\n\"Master, you're close\" she said, seeming to know my body well enough to know when I was going to cum. She then asked, \"May I change positions?\"\n\n\"Go ahead\" I said trying to imagine what was next.\n\nI was correct earlier that she wasn't wearing any panties under her maid outfit. She sat on top of my hard cock and she moaned while she initially mounted me. She leaned her chest forward presenting her perky small breasts. Her hips were moving back and forth as if all I had to do was lie there and experience the pleasure she was providing me.\n\nI shut my eyes as she was riding me. She was doing all of the work; she wanted to, she wanted to please me. What seemed like a while later, I came inside of her and she let out a moan that was loud enough that neighbors might hear her. She then said, \"Thank you master.\"\n\nI opened my eyes and expected to see Mary and her smiling face looking at me. What I saw was a succubus with the horns, tail, claws, red skin and the French Maid outfit. She grinned wickedly and said, \"My Master has plans for you.\"\n\nShe cackled, embraced me and then just as we were leaving she whispered, \"your kitties will be fine, don't worry\" as I was teleported away."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The hapless hero was betrayed by their adventuring cohorts. Broke, naked and tied to a tree, all hope looks lost... until found by a rather curious female from a non-human species! | [
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"content": "This prompt really jumped out at me. I love the idea of fantasy having some sass to it, even if it's not directly sexy.\n\n***\n\nI hope you enjoy my latest creation. It has all the right parts for dark, sexy, creepy AF fantasy and too many fetishes to count (hyperbolically speaking)...\n\nCritique welcome.\n\n> Contains: Naked woman, corruption, family re-unions and the potential for some really weird sort-of incest.\n\n***\n\n\"Really guys!? Come on, you can't leave me like this!\"\n\n\"After what you did, sure we can.\" Gerald replied in his usual, gravely tones.\n\n\"I only stole a few things. They weren't even that valuable. Please reco...\"\n\nGerald cut her off, a look of rage darkening his heavily built face. \"You may only consider it minor theft, Trisha, but you stole from the King! The very king we're in service too, the one who provided us with our manor house, and guards and all the luxuries of the land! What could you have possibly have had to gain by stealing from him!?\"\n\nTrisha hung her head, staring down at her small but shapely chest, stripped naked before the world.\n\n\"I...\" she hesitated, \"I don't know. I didn't mean to get any of us into trouble, I just...\" her voice trailed off.\n\n\"You're really going to do this aren't you? Leave me here, naked and defenseless in this accursed forest, for the worgs and undead to find?\"\n\nTrisha looked from Gerald's angry face, to Elisia's frozen features, to Eltwood. The young lad wasn't looking at her, but Trisha suspected that had more to do with her state of undress than anything else.\n\nNone of them replied, none of them came to her rescue. They all just stood there, awkwardly.\n\nEventually Elisia broke the silence. \"If they do find you, then I pity them. A sorceress such as yourself can more than handle worgs and undead, even when tied to a tree. Anyway, we must be off before the King's bounty hunters pick up our trail. We have a long way to go, a continent to flee across.\"\n\nAnd with that, Trisha's friends and companions turned, one by one, and disappeared into the dense foliage of the woods. No trace of them remained; no sounds of their footfalls, no boot-prints in the mossy earth, just silence. For the longest time, Trisha simply rested in her restraints, unable to motivate herself even to free her hands, which she would desperately need in order to cast spells if anything found her. The small noises of the wood, the insects flying this way and that, the birds chirping in the canopy, surrounded Trisha, filling her consciousness with a sad peace she rarely felt.\n\nThe light faded, the wind picked up and the cold forced goosebumps to appear over Trisha's exposed skin.\n\nShe shivered as she rose from her reverie. \"What now?\"\n\n\"How about you tell me what you're doing in my territory?\"\n\nThe sweat melodious voice came from directly above Trisha, and she started, struggling against her bindings, wriggling this way and that to get a better view.\n\nImmediately above her, lying upside-down against the trunk of the tree, was a woman, of sorts. Her lips were broad and purple and a long pair of fangs extended from between them. Her left eye seemed human, but there was a cluster of them on the right side of her face. These four dark orbs looked slightly moist and insect-like. The impression was reinforced by the deep black chitin that covered patches of her skin and scalp.\n\nTrisha stilled herself, then asked, \"What are you?\"\n\nWhile she spoke, she carefully tried to extract one of her hands from the rope, but it was tightly bound and she desperately didn't want to alert this creature to her intentions.\n\n\"I asked first, young one. What are you doing in my territory?\"\n\nThe woman pulled herself closer, so that her hot breath blew into Trisha's face and she was forced to look into that glistening mass of eyes. A long tongue, as dark purple as her lips, slithered out and slowly licked Trisha's face.\n\nTrisha shuddered as the firm, supple muscle left a trace of slime on her cheek.\n\n*What can I tell this creature? I still haven't got my hand free...*\n\n\"I was abandoned here by my friends.\"\n\nThe tongue withdrew and the woman's smile grew even broader. \"They can't be very good friends if they abandoned you. Or was it you who wasn't a good friend..?\"\n\n\"Yes, you're right. I was the one who wasn't a good friend,\" Trisha paused as she struggled with the knot, \"I got them in trouble, for no good reason, so they left me here.\"\n\n*I've got to keep this creature talking! I don't know what it wants, but it doesn't seem to want to attack me while I keep talking...*\n\n\"Well now,\" the woman purred as she inched even closer, \"you shouldn't be getting people you care about into trouble, should you?\"\n\nTrisha didn't respond for several seconds. She tried to put a thoughtful expression on her face, but her primary focus was on the her hand slipping through her bindings. As soon as it was free she threw her arm up at the strange, corrupt woman, her fingers dancing through familiar signs of power.\n\nTrisha opened her mouth to call out the few syllables of the incantation, but before she had even started, the woman's thick, strong tongue shot out from between her lips, into Trisha's mouth and down her throat. Trisha gagged and gasped, trying to clear the thick muscle from her throat, to utter the words of power, but to no avail.\n\nThe woman began speaking again, still smiling that eerily wide, fanged smile. Her words were slightly slurred, but still easily understood, \"And you're doing it again, young lady. Were I come from, we don't cast Sunbeam on those we're speaking with, especially not if they prefer the dark of night...\"\n\nTrisha continued to struggle against the tongue in her throat, biting down on it. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she struggled to breath past the obstruction. The darkness of the night was beginning to close in on the corners of her vision and her free arm pushing against the woman's head had no effect at all. The woman simply ignored it entirely.\n\n\"Surprised that I could tell what you were doing?\" The woman continued speaking, \"Not many could have recognized an incomplete spell, dropped as a surprise, in the dark of night.\"\n\nThe woman withdrew her tongue from Trish's mouth, instead grabbing her free and in her own and pinning it to the tree-trunk.\n\n\"I am not many. I was once, like yourself. One of many.\" Her voice had taken on an unmistakably warning tone, \"Many of many, in point of fact, but make no mistake, you are mine for as long as I wish to keep you.\"\n\nThe woman shifted her weight, allowing her legs to fall away from the tree-trunk, peeling off of it like a leaf being bent double. As she lowered herself in this way, she twisted right around in a rippling motion, so that she came to her feet facing Trisha instead of away. Her grip never loosened on Trisha's hand and they came to be standing, face to face, barely an inch apart.\n\nEven in the darkness, Trisha could see that the woman, who was also totally naked, was far more deformed than she had first thought. The chitin shifted down her neckline, forming hard black scales that were far too lustrous for a Dragonborn. They extended over her left breast, but then gave way to yet more strange forms. They were standing too close together for Trisha to get a clear view.\n\n\"My eyes are up here honey.\" crooned the woman, \"Yes, that's it, up here.\"\n\nShe paused, examining Trisha's face in detail, the soft curve of her lips, her shapely nose and panicked eyes.\n\n\"What do you want?\" Trisha's croaked.\n\n\"Finally, you get to the pertinent questions, but there're manors to be remembered.\"\n\nLetting go of Trisha's free hand, she stepped back slightly and a thick tentacle that Trisha hadn't yet noticed shot out of the darkness from behind the woman, cutting the ropes that bound Trisha to the tree.\n\n\"You can call me... hmmm... Sister.\"\n\n\"Sister. Why sister?\"\n\n\"Why not?\" The woman turned to her left, revealing a patch of skin on the right side of her hip. A series of small, lighting-like scars ran over the surface. As Trisha saw them, her exhausted body gave out, and she collapsed, down and forward, weeping.\n\nSister caught her in her arms and together they sank to the ground. She held Trisha close, pressing her against her chest, as she stroked her hair.\n\nEventually Trisha cried herself out.\n\nShe raised a hand and began to trace the lines of Sister's face, her broad lips, the hard-chitinous cheeks, the long elfin ears...\n\n\"What did they do to you?\"\n\n\"They took us apart.\" Sister spoke slowly and quietly, as if to comfort a child, \"And then they put us back together again. They made us one.\"\n\nShe gently kissed Trisha's fingertips as they brushed against her face.\n\n\"Will you stay with me, sister?\"\n\nTrisha nodded slowly, tears blurring her vision once again.\n\n\"Of course I'll stay with you. It's not like I have anywhere else to go...\" Trisha half smiled, a roiling mass of emotion, joy, sadness, confusion, bubbling within her breast. \"I'll always be here for you. Whatever that might mean.\"\n\nSister smiled again, still kissing her hand, but more sensually now.\n\n\"Then I must ask something of you, Trisha...\"\n\n\"What? What is is.\"\n\n\"Will you carry my eggs for me? Be the mother to our brood?\"\n\nThe forest was totally silent for a moment, as if the trees themselves were listening.\n\n\"I will.\"\n\n***\n\nI can write the next section if folks like it, but if there's no responses, there's no point in writing more."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CS] Witch academy | [
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"content": "I know that this is a top level post that isn't a response, but it needs to be seen.\n\nReddit strictly forbids the creation or distribution of any form of pornographic or suggestive materials involving minors.\n\n[Here's a link to the rule](https://www.reddithelp.com/en/categories/rules-reporting/account-and-community-restrictions/do-not-post-sexual-or-suggestive)\n\nAs far as I'm aware, reddit policy specifies anyone under 18 years old as being a minor.\n\nAs such, I would very highly recommend that you change the age of your students to be university students, or students who would otherwise be going to university (18+)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The year is 3047. Humanity has recently discovered a sustainable form of space travel and you are one of the first astronauts sent into the galaxy. The ship lands on a distant planet with the intent of gathering soil and atmospheric samples. Instead, you find busty aliens with a lust for cock. | [
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"content": "*Sir, get down!*\n\nI threw myself to the ground, hiding in the bush and looking around, watching the radar in the corner of my HUD.\n\n*I am detecting three Class 4 organisms approaching.*\n\n\"Any chance of Sapience?\"\n\nThe voice in my ear began to reply when a feminine roar erupted from the east. I held my breath as some sort of deer darted out of the forest, rapidly fleeing into the plains. I turned to see what it was running from as 3 more creatures came from the forest. \n\nFor a moment, they appeared to be massive snakes. As they raised up, looking towards their fleeing prey, their bodies began to ripple and pulsate. Scales were quickly replaced by furred skin, arms emerging from the liquid flesh, even hair sprouting from their scalps. Once it was over, the 3 had turned into what could only be described as feline Lamias lacking any sort of clothing.\n\nThe brown scaled, yellow furred first slithered forward, coiling as she looked towards the plains, the second, golden scaled and black furred one, approaching and laying a hand on her shoulder. It began to speak in a disappointed tone.\n\n***Err'akt a'la'bour. Je'taaine p'kera'los***\n\nThe first looked up at the one that spoke, almost glaring. \n\n***Ja'taar'ma! Spec'ana ut'ralak rman!***\n\nThe second seemed to recoil, returning her glare for a moment before turning and slithering back into the forest. The white-scaled, orange furred third, who had distanced herself from the two approached the coiled one meekly, speaking in a rather nervous voice.\n\n***Ara? Mal'al'kar tro'pkto?***\n\nShe sighed, before standing up, slithering back into the forest without word. The third was left in the clearing, looking down with a rather hushed hiss.\n\n*Sir? What's the plan?*\n\n\"Prepare Alien Containment, i'm going to see if I can capture one for analysis\", I whispered into the suit's mouthpiece, pulling a stunner from my belt. \n\nSlowly, I stood up, holding the tiny device in my hand. As I crept forward, there was a sharp crunching beneath my feet. I looked down, noticing I had stepped in a pile of dead leaves. I cursed as the creature turned around, eyes locking onto my form.\n\n***Ba'na?!***\n\nI hissed, dashing forward with the device attached to my palm like a Joy Buzzer. Before it could call its comrades, I pressed my hand to its mouth and drove the device into its spine. It let out a muffled scream as electricity surged into its nervous system, quickly falling silent as it fell unconscious. I let out a heaving groan as I pulled its body onto my shoulders.\n\n\"Ordan, target's been subdued. Send a retrieval drone and prepare our catch for containment\" \n\nA new element popped onto my HUD, showing the camera view of the incoming Drone as it floated through the forest. I groaned and began walking back to the ship, doing my best to carry this unreasonably heavy creature. It wasn't long before the 3 clawed drone arrived, picking up the main body and flying back to the ship. \n\nI let out a sigh as I stepped into the airlock, waiting for it to cycle me through\n\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\n\nI awoke to a harsh light shining in my eyes. At first, I believed myself to have been awaking in one of the clearings I frequented, until I saw the strange metal ceiling surrounding those lights. I pushed myself up, looking around.\n\nI lay in the center of a room filled with various things, from tables and chairs to what looked like some sort of Bed. Surrounding these objects was a thick, clear crystal that was difficult to see. The room had the faint smell of salt.\n\nThe further wall parted in one section as something walked through. It walked on legs, but only two, much of its skin radically different to its extremities. It spoke, though I could not understand what it said. For a moment, its seemed to groan, looking up and speaking again, only to be answered by another, buzzing voice.\n\n\"--lator working! Preferrably quickly!\"\n\nI was a bit taken back as its words suddenly changed, it was speaking my language fluently. I pressed against the crystal, allowing myself to coil as I spoke.\n\n\"What are you? How can you speak?!\"\n\nThe figure looked back up from me.\n\n\"There we go, come on Ordan, what gives? Why does nothing work the first time?,\n\n*Apologies Sir, I had significant trouble understanding its brainwaves during REM*\n\nI frowned at its apparent ignorance of my questions. I called out to my captor in annoyance, repeating my question.\n\n\"Alright, calm down kitty titty, I heard you the first time. Universal translator, just had to scan your brainwaves and adjust what you and I hear when the other speaks.\"\n\nI pulled back from the crystal wall, tilting my head in confusion. It rolled its eyes with a sigh.\n\n\"You hear me speaking your language, I hear you speaking mine, because woobly doobly science and stuff. Okay?\"\n\nAs it spoke that last part, it waved its hands in the air as if to emphasize what it was saying. I tapped my tail on the metal floor, asking it where we were.\n\n\"You're onboard my ship, the UNS Vertigo.\"\n\n\"Ship? What is a Ship?\"\n\n\"A uh... How do I explain this... It flies up to the sky, and even goes further. I'm not from this planet.\"\n\nThe terms it used were difficult to understand, but it soon became clear that this creature came from another world. I decided to stave off my other questions for the moment and focused on the big one.\n\n\"Why am I in here?\"\n\nIt walked over to one of the strange boxes surrounding the chamber, bending down in front of them as if to hide.\n\n\"You're here so I can understand exactly what it is that you are, how you function and basically everything else about your species. What do you call yourselves?\"\n\n\"Uhm... Ouro, we're Ouro\"\n\nThe figure looked up from the box, staring at me with eyebrow raised.\n\n\"Little bit on-the-nose, considering your lower half... What's your name?\"\n\n\"Jul'ai'tema\"\n\nThe creature leaned against the crystal, looking me in the eye\n\n\"'Jul'ai'tema'... That's your name? Is it fine if I just call you 'July' or uh... 'Jules'?\"\n\nI tilted my head for a moment.\n\n\"Alright, Jules it is then\"\n\nThe figure leant back over the strange box, tapping on something.\n\n\"Ordan'll be here if you need anything. Food, water, whatever. I'm going to get some rest. Have fun and all that\"\n\nWith that, he turned around and left the room, again the wall parting for him as he disappeared elsewhere on the \"Ship\". I grimaced, slithering over to the bed and laying down with a weary sigh. \n\n~~~~~~~~~~~\n\nTo be continued at some stage. I need sleep"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: by law, public and commercial spaces must have at least one cum-dumpster per 150sq.ft. the pay is terrible and the hours are long, but you keep the job all the same. | [
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"content": "\"Thank you sir!\" I called after the guy as he zipped up his pants and walked away. Thanks to him, I don't even need my lunch break!\n\nEver since they created a law mandating that every public place must have at least one cum-dumpster, businesses have been scrambling to fill this new position. I needed a summer job since I'm back from college, and I always thought it could be fun to try! \n\nMy first day on the job was a little crazy, but I got used to it quick. The store I worked for didn't have anybody for the position before me, so by the time I started working a line had already formed. I was awkwardly taking off my clothes not even sure how to start, when the first guy stepped forward and ripped my shirt down the middle to take it off faster. I started to protest, but he immediately grabbed my head and pushed me down on my knees. I loved that shirt, but I didn't have a chance to yell at him for ruining it because he shoved his dick into my open mouth. \n\nI had given a few blowjobs when I was off at college, but nothing like this! He held the back of my head in place as his hips pushed his dick all the way to the back of my mouth and down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in and my whole throat closed up. Feeling this, he stopped pushing any further, and started fucking my mouth. I kept my eyes closed, so I was pretty surprised when a second set of hands grabbed my hips and guided me so I was on my hands and knees. Thankfully this new person was more gentile and pulled my pants off instead of ripping them, but really all I could focus on was the dick pounding against my uvula. The guy behind me slid his dick into my tight little pussy, making me cry out a little in excitement. Unfortunately nobody could make it out over the sound of me gagging on someones dick. As the new guy started fucking me from behind, his motions forced me farther onto the dick in my mouth. The first guy felt this and started thrusting deeper into my mouth and started holding me down, almost choking me with his dick. I tried to pull back, but between him holding my head and the other guy fucking me harder and harder, there was no way to stop them! Eventually he would pull back and let me take a breath, but then would shove it deeper than before. Soon it was too much for him, and as he was pulling his dick out he exploded inside my mouth. The second guy came soon after him, and only then was I aware of the loads of cum on my back. Apparently not everyone wanted to wait their turn, and the sight of me being spit-roasted must have been pretty nice!\n\nAfter that initial experience, my first day wasn't all that bad. Before I even knew it, the day was over and I had to go home. Once I got off the floor I realized I was covered in load after load of cum, and my shirt was basically ruined. I had to walk home topless and dripping with cum, but it didn't matter because I had an amazing first day on the job!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Fallout 69 | [
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"content": "You'd think my life was heaven, nine hundred ninety women all to myself, you'd think. But no, no I just had to be a math nerd about it all. Let's start from the top. These women where all sorts of ages, ranging from sweet innocent sixteen all the way up to their mid-sixties. Inbreeding would be a major problem, so in order to stave it off as long as possible, I promised them a breeding plan, they'd marry eachother and do what they wanted, my job, and the job of my sons would be to keep this program running smoothly.\n\nSo here's the plan. I split the girls up into three groups. The first group was the 333 oldest women, ages thirty-seven to sixty six. I would impregnate them as fast as possible, two after each meal. I would pop stims and mentats to keep this pace up. The second group would have a projected one hundred ninty six boys. It's... Less then moral, but we're pairing them off the moment they hit puberty and women to a boy. Their group was currently aged twenty four to thirty seven. Assuming that they hit puberty at thirteen and it takes nearly a year to birth them. That means their group will be aged thirty eight to fifty one. Assuming each of them has two boys in their time then things will finally even out around there, but then things get messier. We're out of fresh genetic material then. The first born girls will need to pair up with the next group, but they're half mine, and the third born sons are my great grand children. I can only hope that's far enough.\n\nWell, that's enough for this log. I'll check in again if I live to see my sons.\n\nDick logged off the computer, took a deep sigh and turned to the door. \"Every straight man's fantasy... And they pick a gay math teacher to do it. Well, time to get to work.\"\n\nDick grabbed his satchel, a small thing his boyfriend made for him on the surface, before... All this. Before it held his lunch and encouraging notes, now it held the drugs he'd need to keep it up. Ms.Morrison was up first. They where all \"ms.\" now. She knew the value of time, so she was bent over with her skirt lifted already. For the eldest of the group, her skin was gorgeous. Dick may even have complimented it if he didn't think it might be too awkward. Thankfully, he was in and out before he heard her croaking voice. \"Thank you, for keeping it fast, Mr.James. these old bones can't take much bone anymore.\"\n\n\"I know, but please call me dick. I'm leaving everything I was behind, name included.\"\n\n\"Well alrighty dick, I'll send Martha in.\" Martha was another womb I needed to fill, and the next one down the list. She looked thirty at best, she almost got put into the second group until she showed her I.D. rich girl, she kept up on plastic and argumentitive surgeries, mostly so she could keep up with her life of debauchery.\n\n\"Sit back, let me do all the work hun.\" She teased. Dick just imagined david saying that, closed his eyes and pictured his lover. Dick was hard enough to go again. She chose to mount him so he mostly laid on his back, giving out grunts and a few thrusts here and there, but she was as promised, bouncing along his cock fairly well. Clearly she was disappointed at how fast dick came, sense she kept going until the guards, eighteen year olds who voulentiered, pulled her off.\n\nBreakfast came and went in short order, so dick got to his next appointments on time sisters, they where in love on the surface and down here they could be more open about it.\n\nSaw some of the youngest lounging around nude. Sick guessed if they're enjoying it there's no point stopping them. Dinner brought two more women, he didn't bother to pay too much attention, they seemed to have it sorted out, a shower, a bath and a new batch tomorrow. This was his new life, and to him, it was torture.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A guy climbs the side of the dorm to sneak into his girlfriend's dorm room, to make love to her. Except she's at the library, and her shy yet horny roomie is using the alone time to masturbate like crazy... | [
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"content": "\"No visitors after 10pm.\" If it wasn't for that unfairly totalitarian rule, Simon could surprise his girlfriend in her dorm room through the front door. But now here he was hanging among the ivy, tightly gripping the trellis outside her third floor window.\n\n*I can't believe I'm this fucking thirsty to do this,* he thought gingerly testing the strength of the next wooden beam before using his full strength to pull himself up to peer in the glass. With the midnight sky behind him, Simon was able to make out what was going on in the dark dorm room. Chloe, his girlfriend's roommate sat with the window to her left bathed in only the flickering light from a computer screen. Simon couldn't make out what was on the screen, but she was obviously touching herself as she watched. He froze as he watched. \n\nThe way Chloe was seated, Simon could only see her profile. Her short, curly hair bounced on her shoulders as her arm worked hidden between her thighs. Clearly, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her hips rocked back and fourth on her chair into her hand. The only article of clothing Simon could see on her was a simple black bra. The strap closest to him had already fallen down her arm and her other hand was beneath her large cup kneading her own breast. Simon didn't know Chloe all that well. Every time he came by to see Jessica, she was either in an oversized t-shirt or hoodie and they only exchanged a few small pleasantries. She was nerdy, shy, and kind of homely looking. But now he began sweating seeing her as she moaned and pleasured herself at her desk.\n\nWith a *snap* a piece of lumber under Simons foot broke free. He frantically regained his footing, avoiding a painful fall, but upon looking up, he saw Chloe's horrified face staring right at him, frozen mid fap. And then all at once she jumped to action, leaping from her chair, pulling up her bra strap, and throwing a cotton robe tightly across her chest. Simon, panicked, started to look for a board to start a quick decent as she pulled the window up.\n\n\"What are you *doing!*\" She demanded hanging above him, her cheeks red with embarrassment.\n\n\"I'm so sorry,\" Simon pleaded from window still hight struggling to find a way down, \"I thought Jess was here, I was coming to surprise her.\"\n\nTo Simon's bewilderment, Chloe extended a hand for him to grab, \"Here,\" she offered, \"you're going to kill yourself doing that.\" With her help, Simon hoisted himself through the window. \"She's at the library all night,\" Chloe continued turning on the room's lights and settling on her bed, \"she’s probably pulling an all nighter there from the way she was talking.\"\n\n\"Shit,\" now Simon was a brighter shade of red than Chloe, \"I'm so so fucking sorry.\"\n\n\"You said that already,\" she flashed him an awkward smile as she gestured for him to have a seat on his girlfriend's bed. \"The RA goes on break at the front desk in about an hour, you can probably sneak out then.\"\n\n\"You're *cool* if I hang here?\" Simon asked incredulously. \"It's not awkward?\"\n\n\"Of course its awkward!\" Chloe laughed. \"But I'm not going to make you get in trouble. Just make yourself at home on Jess's bed until we have to sneak you out. I've got some work I should be doing anyway.\"\n\n\"Thanks, Chloe,\" Simon fell back onto his girlfriend's pillow and turned his attention to all the photos she had plastered across her wall. Dozens of them were selfies of him and Jessica grinning and acting goofy with each other.\n\n\"Hey Simon, you're a physics major right?\" Chloe asked, \"Since you're here and you kind of owe me anyway, can you give me a hand with this?\"\n\nSimon chuckled. Did helping her with physics problem really make up for creeping in her window like that? If so, easiest redemption ever. \"Yeah,\" he said stepping up beside her desk, \"what are you looking at?\"\n\n\"Well, it's not really physics, but its for my calculus class. I'm just not understanding this problem.\" She pointed at the screen. Simon's attention, instead, drifted to her open tabs. \"massaging clit to orga..., girl and tentacle mo..., soft erotic sensua...\"\n\n\"Jesus, Chloe,\" Simon spit the words involuntarily. \"Tentacle porn, really?\"\n\n\"Wow,\" she turned, narrowing her eyes behind her glasses at him. \"Asshole. I asked you to help and you're gonna comment on my porn tastes? Maybe I should throw you out in the hall and let you get found in the girl's dorm after hours.\"\n\n\"Whoa, I'm sorry,\" Simon apologized. \"You do you. I won't judge.\"\n\n\"It's not as weird as every thinks...\" Chloe defended herself quietly. \"It's just about being submissive to something you can't fight. I don't have a thing for monsters, just the power they represent. You know? ...never mind.\" She turned her attention back to the screen clearly growing flushed.\n\n\"No, no,\" Simon tried to sound understanding. \"I get what you're saying.\"\n\n\"It's not that bad. You might like it...\" she mused playfully as her mouse hovered over the tab threatening to click it.\n\nSimon gulped. \"Oh I don't know...\"\n\n\"Just give it a minute, tell me what you think.\" And before he had a chance to decline, Chloe had clicked back to the tab to display a cartoon girl with impossibly big tits getting rocked back and forth by thick green tentacles in her vagina and mouth at the same time. The scene made Simon queasy.\n\n\"Ew, just turn it off,\" Simon squeezed his eyes shut and put his hands in front of the video just for extra good measure.\n\n\"Wow,\" Chloe said disappointed. \"Can't you have a little bit of an open mind.\"\n\n\"It's just not for me, okay?\" Simon protested. \"I'm just surprised, you don't seem like the type of girl into stuff that dirty.\"\n\n\"Yeah? Well then what kind of stuff does a girl like me look like I should be into?\" Chloe pressed as Simon took a seat on her bed next to her desk. With short messy hair, a nose a little too long, a mouth a little too small with lips a little too thin, awkward horn rim glasses, and a wardrobe consisting of clothes that were always too big to look good on her slender frame, Simon had never thought about anything sexual involving Chloe before this night. \"What, cat got your tongue?\"\n\n\"I don't know?\" Simon fidgeted knowing his growing erection would soon be visible. \"Just like vanilla stuff. You know, back rubs, kissing, missionary.\" He began imagining Chloe making that same gasping face from before. \n\n\"Oh the sensual stuff is great too, don't get me wrong. Back rubs and massages are a real weakness of mine too,\" Chloe's tone softened as she shut her laptop and joined Simon sitting on the side of her bed. \"I'm sorry for busting your balls man. It's just been a stressful week of midterms for me.\" She smiled friendly.\n\n\"I've just never seen you with a guy, even like at parties or out, you know?\" Simon continued. \"It seems weird to think about you like that.\"\n\nChloe arched her eyebrows clearly hurt by his comment, \"Yeah I *know* I haven't dated anyone for a while... It doesn't mean I'm not a woman with needs. It's just, I dunno...\" she looked despondent down in her hands in her lap, \"hard to get out there when I'm not the hottest girl around.\"\n\n\"Sorry!\" Simon quickly backpedaled, \"I didn't mean it like that! You're cute.\"\n\n\"Really?\" Her voice rose sharply.\n\nSimon bit his tongue immediately regretting where this conversation was going. \"Yeah of course you are.\" He tried to sound nonchalant. Unfortunately, he couldn't force the image of her masturbating out of his memory. Before this night she was just the dorky roommate of his girlfriend to whom he never really talked. Now, knowing how she looked like in exctacy, knowing how big here boobs really were under all her baggy clothes, knowing how her wide hips bucked as she worked closer to an orgasm, he found himself growing attracted to her little quirks.\n\n\"That's really sweet of you to say,\" Chloe blushed.\n\n\"It's true,\" words fell carelessly out of Simon's mouth before his brain could stop them. \"A little work on your hair, some simple make up, and better looking clothes and you would be beating the boys off with a stick!\" Simon put his hand on her arm and she leaned in towards him.\n\n\"Simon!\" Chloe's slapped his chest playfully, \"You're lying now! But thank you.\" She added with a sincere smile. Their faces were close enough to feel each other's breath on their faces.\n\n\"I'm not lying Chloe, there's something I haven't seen in you before and it's really beautiful.\" Simon held her jaw gently in his large palm as they both sat looking into each other's eyes. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Chloe grabbed a fist full of Simon's shirt and began to slowly lean back, dragging him with her. Simon slowly followed, but as her head hit her pillow, he jumped on top of her and they immediately launched into a rough, wet kiss.\n\nShe ripped his shirt off. He spread her robe open wide. She slipped a hand under his pants. He slipped a hand up her bra. She rolled out from under him and shed her robe and bra completely as she hungrily eyed his crotch and he slipped his jeans and boxers off at the same time.\n\nChloe grabbed Simon close again and the two kissed wildly kneeling on her bed while she began stroking his cock. Simon reciprocated by rubbing his fingers between her legs. Her reaction was too much for him to take. She was moaning in his mouth, she pressed her firm tits against him, her wet pussy pressed hard against his hand as he massaged her. Her entire body was inviting more from him. Remembering what she had said about being submissive, he shoved her back intending to pin her to her bed. Chloe had other ideas.\n\nShe quickly spun to lay on her stomach and arched her back to present the most impressive ass Simon had ever seen. He spread her cheeks wide and easily found her juicy pussy. He fucked her with both hands roughly grabbing her hips. Chloe screamed into her pillow as she came. Simon quickly followed splashing his load down her arched back. They fucked the rest of the night as Jessica's smiling selfies watched from the other side of the room."
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"content": "The majority of clients are what I could describe as pathetic. As it turns out some human got the bright idea to create a thriving black market for my services. Each “client” gets one wish at the low low cost of $100,000. They save money for months just for the chance of a wish with me. Then they all wish for sex. I’m basically a sex genie. \n\nOne wishes to fuck Scarlet Johansen in the ass. Next week they find themselves meeting a desperate Scarlet with a flat tire. She’s really in a pinch, she can’t change a tired and doesn’t have any money to call a tow truck. Flirtatiously she suggests that she will do “anything” if you would be willing to help her out... next thing the guy knows he’s balls deep in her ass while she’s bent over the hood of her car. \n\nAnother wishes to take the virginity of their newly 18 year old neighbor. By chance she needs help carrying groceries inside the next day and he makes his move. A few kisses later and she’s laying on her bed eyes staring up at him full of wanting. Her beautiful brunette her flowing across her chest. They make love and end up dating for a time. \n\nEach one is just like that last, they all want sex. Sex that’s gentle sex that’s passionate they want kinky BDSM sex they want sex on top of the world. What they don’t know is that my powers don’t work that way. I can’t force someone to have sex against their will. Magic doesn’t work that way. All I give them is a chance and the belief that it can happen. The rest is up to them. \n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A timid and bashful lab worker accidentally ingests multiple doses of a drug meant to enhance libido. Describe the horror and internal struggle at the gradual loss of control she experiences as she witnesses herself slowly sliding towards a life of pussy-juice-covered self-pleasure junkie. | [
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"content": "“Okay, Kenz... The good news is, we identified *what* the substance you drank was, and confirmed that it’s safe for humans... Still trying to figure out who left it out...”\n\n“Who the fuck leaves an unmarked sample container at the computer stations?” Kenzie questioned, irritably, as she sat on the raised hospital bed.\n\nShe berated herself, internally, for the mistake. It had been a long shift, she had been tired, and, instead of grabbing her water-bottle as she had intended, she had downed most of the contents of a sample container someone had left on her work station... \n\n“Not the foggiest,” Harold replied over the speakerphone. “But we’re still looking into it... Now for the bad news...”\n\n“What?”\n\n“What you drank was... well...” Harold hesitated. “It was an experimental aphrodisiac. Like, ‘just got approved for human testing last week’ kind of experimental... and the amount you ingested was meant to be processed into about fifty individual doses...”\n\n“So I just drank fifty hits of super-viagra?”\n\n“It’s for men and women,” Harold corrected. “But, yeah. You’re basically a one-woman test group, now...”\n\n“Fuck me...” Kenzie grumbled, burying her face in her hands, her auburn hair tumbling down over her forehead.\n\n“What were the main ingredients in this... *chemical*?” The doctor at Kenzie’s bedside asked. \n\nKenzie vaguely heard Harold’s crackling responses over her cell-phone as he and the doctor began to compare notes. She looked up at the man next to her and felt... *something*...\n\n“He’s sexy...” She thought.\n\nKenzie shook her head and regained some clarity, though she still felt a not altogether uncomfortable tingle spreading slowly upwards from her toes.\n\n“Okay then, miss,” The doctor said, scribbling something on a notepad and handing it to her. “Given the nature and quantity of the substance you ingested, you’re probably going to be experiencing some... *effects*... So I’d advise staying home for a few days, at the very least...”\n\n“*Effects*?” Kenzie questioned, again finding the thought of how attractive her physician was creeping into the back of her head.\n\n“It’s an aphrodisiac, Kenz...” Harold responded, sounding a bit sheepish. “Your sex-drive is gonna be through the roof...”\n\nKenzie wanted nothing more than to flop down on her bed and go to sleep. Locking the door behind her as she strode into her living room, though, she felt a pang of uncleanliness. She had been at work for almost twelve hours, and at the hospital for another five before they finally discharged her... She needed a shower.\n\nThe tingle in her toes persisted as Kenzie stripped out of her work clothes, tossing them in a haphazard pile at the foot of the hamper as she made her way to the bathroom. She stopped for a moment to admire her own physique in the mirror.\n\nKenzie was petite - standing only about five-foot-six - but she was fond of the way her hips curved, of how her small breasts were firm and perky, of how her ass was so pert and grabbable and...\n\nKenzie stopped herself. Where was this coming from? She had rarely felt so much confidence in her own figure. Even all the way through college, the men she knew had preferred taller, bustier women... But now she was *sure* she had sex appeal enough to have anyone...\n\nBrushing the thought aside, but smiling to herself all the same, Kenzie hopped in the shower for what she imagined would be ten minutes of soaking and suds...\n\nTen minutes turned into fifteen when she discovered how good it felt to rub her hands across her own skin...\n\nFifteen minutes turned into twenty when she discovered how good the suds felt running down her body...\n\nTwenty minutes turned into thirty when she discovered her shower-head was detachable...\n\nThirty minutes turned into an hour when she discovered it had a pulse setting...\n\n“Nghhh!” Kenzie let out a squeak of a moan as her core tightened and her legs began to shake. Her pale skin was alight with a pink blush from head to toes, and a pleasant, pleasurable warmth soaked through her from the inside out, even as hot water continued to pulse out of the shower-head clenched between her thighs.\n\nTurning off the water, Kenzie stepped out of her shower and dried off. Slipping into a nighty and curling herself up in the covers, she felt content, and even managed to get some sleep...\n\nShe woke up the next morning, however, with her left-and-dominant hand between her legs, her right hand full of and squeezing her own breast through her night gown. Rubbing and touching and squeezing and fingering, Kenzie felt an ecstatic and familiar warmth pooling in her belly. She came before getting up.\n\nKenzie was appreciative of the pick-up in her sex drive. Normally meek, bashful, and less than adventurous, she had a strangely low libido... Even when she did have an appetite, she didn’t always hold onto it for long enough to climax.\n\nNow she had had two orgasms over the course of ten hours... and given how that tingle in her toes was now a tingle in her thighs, Kenzie had a feeling she would be having more...\n\nIt was noon on Monday before Kenzie realized she was having a problem. She lay naked on the couch, a blanket balled up behind her head as a makeshift pillow, a tall glass of cold water sitting on the coffee table nearby, her hands both furiously working away between her thighs.\n\nSweat poured down her brow as she screwed her eyes shut and grit her teeth, Her nipples stabbed into open space, unreasonably sensitive to every little movement of the air, and her breast were covered in marks - some new and red, others dissipating and bluish purple - from where she had squeezed, tugged, dug her fingernails into the skin... \n\nHer hair was a rat’s nest, uncombed and unkempt, atop her head as she writhed against the couch. Her toes curled almost to the point that her foot might cramp. Her legs shook and shuddered, thighs pockmarked with the same bruises that decorated her tits... Her hands were shimmering, covered in her own fluids as fingers pushed inside her and tugged at her clit in tandem.\n\nWith another feminine groan, Kenzie arched her back as her... fuck, she lost count... *as yet another* orgasm rolled over her body. Coming down from the high, Kenzie collapsed onto the couch, panting loudly. With some difficulty, she reached for her water, greedily drinking it, some of it spilling and dribbling down her chin.\n\nThe experience had started out being *fun*, after she learned how well the chemical enhanced her libido. She had started out perfectly fine with masturbating two, three, even four times a day... Had even begun to debate about going out to a club and getting properly laid... But, then, things began to spiral out of control.\n\nThe strangest things began to turn her on. The creak of the bedsprings as she laid down each night. The way her cheek bulged out as she brushed her teeth. The sight of a handsome doctor on a TV drama. The way her coffee mug was almost painfully hot in her hands. The pinch of a clothespin on her skin... Each time she became aroused, she felt her own fingers slip inside her sex.\n\nKenzie hadn’t been able to muster enough self-restraint, and it had been four days of virtually non-stop pleasuring herself at even the smallest stimulus. She had made herself cum too many times to count... And she still wanted more...\n\nLooking down on herself, her bruised flesh, her still glass-cutting nipples, her rubbed-red-and-raw pussy as it still dripped arousal onto the couch beneath her... \n\nKenzie shakily stood up, the afterglow of her last orgasm offering her just a few minutes of lucidity before she slipped back into her hedonistic haze. She found her phone and dialed a number.\n\n“H-Harold?” She questioned, her voice hoarse, her throat a little bit painful. “It’s... It’s Kenzie... Was there any sort of antidote for that... *thing* I took?”\n\nKenzie swore to herself when Harold answered in the negative. \n\n“You’re just gonna have to wait it out, Kenz...”\n\nAs he spoke, she couldn’t help but notice how deep his voice was... how masculine... how *irresistible*... \n\nShe felt her hand slither back between her legs...\n\n“Oh...” She croaked. “Fuck me...”"
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"content": "“Fuck, not again!” Dahlia groaned as a mess of reddish-brown curls filled her vision. She grunted as the full weight of *something* pressed down on her. The weight wasn’t enough to do her any harm, but the shape and position of the thing as it flopped on top of her caused her hips to twist and her right leg to jack into the air uncomfortably.\n\n*Pushing* it off was a fruitless effort. Dahlia decided to roll, instead, bracing her elbow and left leg against the bed, jerking herself up and to the side. The weight shifted. Dahlia was now on top.\n\nThe woman beneath Dahlia was attractive. Her breasts were a bit smaller than Dahlia’s, but she didn’t pack any of Dahlia’s few extra pounds. Her skin was pale where Dahlia’s was dark; hair red where Dahlia’s was black; eyes a dead, lifeless gray where Dahlia’s were a warm, melty-chocolate brown. That was the *tell*: the eyes.\n\n“Stupid machine!” Dahlia cursed as she got up, yanking a sheet out from under the unconscious gynoid. The redheaded woman Dahlia had been in bed with was not, in fact, a woman, but rather a gynoid; a machine made to look like a woman… In this case, a machine made to look like a very sexy woman.\n\nDahlia wrapped herself in the loose sheet and marched into her apartment, digging through desk drawers and stacks of paper, looking for an owner’s manual. Failing, she sighed unenthusiastically and returned to bed. \n\nThere was an on/off button on the back of the machine’s neck which Dahlia knew to press in case of this particular happenstance. After a few moments of boot-up, the machine’s inert eyes flickered a brilliant blue.\n\n“You there, Lydia?” Dahlia asked, gently patting the gynoid’s cheek. The redhead blinked and sat up, eyes trained on the shorter woman. \n\n“Yes, Miss Dahlia,” *Lydia* responded. “My diagnostic programs indicate I experienced an unexpected shutdown; is this correct?”\n\n“If by ‘unexpected shutdown’ you mean you ‘came and passed out’, then yeah, Lydia, that’s correct.”\n\nLydia frowned, examining her own naked frame as she sat on the bedside next to Dahlia. Lydia was designed primarily for use as a sort of sex-doll, and her creators had stopped at very few measures in making her as “human” as possible. \n\nHer skin was soft and warm. An artificial circulatory system pumped red dye through veins and capillaries, allowing her to blush. A condenser in her chest allowed her to pull moisture out of the air and self-lubricate; salivate and “get wet”. There was even a bioreactor in her stomach that allowed her to “process organic material for energy”, which Dahlia figured was code for “you can jizz in her mouth and it’ll recharge her batteries”.\n\nBehavioral scientists, neurologists, and programmers had all spent years designing the AI for Lydia’s model-line. She could “feel” and simulate human reactions to most stimuli. She could even be pleasured; moaning and groaning like a real woman. Therein lied a design flaw however; if Lydia reached “orgasm”, her whole system crashed and powered down.\n\nDahlia had purchased Lydia from an antiques dealer: Lydia’s model was almost a decade old. Newer models were far more manageable and lifelike – and didn’t smother you if you let them cum - but Dahlia had been tight on cash…\n\n“We were engaged in intercourse,” Lydia finally decided, gesturing to the shimmer of fluid on her inner thighs as she spread her legs. “And I experienced a sensory overload. To protect against damage to my systems, an emergency shutdown was initia-“\n\n“Yes, Lydia,” Dahlia groaned. “We were scissoring, you came, you passed out. This happens every time we do this…”\n\n“I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you, Miss Dahlia…”\n\n“Mmm…” Dahlia hummed.\n\nThere was always something about the way Lydia called her “Miss Dahlia”. The tone of her voice. The phrasing of the address. The implied submission… It always got Dahlia fantasizing…\n\n“Ugh… I can’t stay mad at you when you say my name like *that*...” Dahlia grumbled. She let the sheet fall from her shoulders and reclined, bare, on top of it, her legs dangling off the side of the bed as Lydia continued to sit across from her. \n\n“I’m pleased you’re not angry…” Lydia said, her voice sounding a little more chipper, if gynoids could be chipper. “Perhaps you’d like to start again?”\n\n“I mean…” Dahlia pondered for a moment as she looked up at the popcorn ceiling of her apartment. “Do you want to?”\n\n“I always want to, Miss Dahlia…”\n\n“Oooh,” Dahlia shivered. “There you go again…”\n\n“I’m sorry, Miss Dahlia…”\n\n“I meant that in a good way, Lydia…” Dahlia explained, her hand snaking its way between her legs. “But, no… If we start having sex again, you’ll just cum and pass out on top of me… You’re such a lightweight, Lydia…”\n\nDahlia wasn’t sure if the sex-bot could appreciate her sarcasm, but she didn’t particularly care either. Lydia would just have to sit there, perplexed and lacking instructions, watching Dahlia finish herself off…\n\n“I could eat you out, Miss Dahlia…”\n\nDahlia was surprised. She sat upright, her hand slipping from her divide as she turned eyes on Lydia.\n\n“What did you just say?”\n\n“I suggested that I could perform oral sex for you, Miss Dahlia… ‘Eat you out’…”\n\n“You’ve never suggested anything before… Why not?”\n\n“Unknown.”\n\nDahlia was puzzled, but curiosity was soon smothered by a renewed fire. Lydia’s suggestion – wherever the fuck it’d come from – was a good one, and one that Dahlia, never much of a dominant, hadn’t considered before. Lydia would serve Dahlia without asking for any sort of reciprocation… If Dahlia ordered her to.\n\nDahlia shifted so she could lay flat. She locked eyes with the machine sitting on her bed, now cross-legged, awaiting a command.\n\n“Do it…” Dahlia finally gave. “And don’t even think about touching yourself.”\n\nDahlia laid back. Her eyes fluttered closed. She didn’t wait for long before feeling fingers tickle up her thighs, grab her hips… She felt warm breath against her naked skin, someone else’s body between her legs. Then something filled her. Something warm. Something soft. Something wet.\n\n“Ah!” Dahlia exclaimed, her eyes opening again. She crooked her head up to find the mess of red curls obstructing her view of her own mound, but she could see Lydia’s fingers on her hips…\n\n“Ah! Ah! Ah!” She repeated as Lydia’s tongue swam in her. It had been a long time since Dahlia had felt another woman’s mouth between her thighs…\n\nThe all-too-genuine tongue moved in a way that felt legitimate. Lydia even moaned and hummed against Dahlia's pussy, the vibrations much to Dahlia’s delight. Dahlia let out another ejaculation of sound each time Lydia found a “good” spot to touch. Whoever had programmed her with this trick had done marvelously.\n\nIt happened much sooner than Dahlia would have liked, but, eventually, Lydia’s spontaneity became just a little too much... Dark hands curled in ruddy hair as Dahlia half-sat-up, tightening her core muscles as she squeezed her thighs on Lydia’s face.\n\nLydia’s tongue continued to search and inside of Dahlia. Lydia couldn’t taste what was on her tongue – not really – but she could \\*feel\\* the pressure as Dahlia squeezed, convulsed, contracted. She could feel the soft spots and the tensing muscle… It was all intoxicating… All *pleasurable*...\n\nDahlia screamed as she came, legs trembling and sore, belly aching from the core-exercises she had inadvertently done. She flopped onto the mattress, her fingers slipping out of Lydia’s hair. Dahlia began to catch her wind, her large breasts heaving. An ear-to-ear grin was plastered on her face as she came down from the afterglow of her first “good” orgasm with Lydia.\n\n“Ohhh…” She moaned. “Lydia, that was amazing! Where’d you learn that?”\n\nNo response.\n\n“Lydia?”\n\nLifting her face from the bed, Dahlia saw the problem. Lydia’s eyes had gone dark... \n\nThe boot process repeated; Lydia’s eyes flickering to life. The redhead pushed herself into a sitting position. \n\n“My diagnostic programs indicate I experienced an unexpected shutdown…” Lydia affirmed. “I… I ‘came and passed out’, Miss Dahlia...”"
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"content": "Avery was a slight girl. She was already down to her just her panties by now, leaving her long slender legs, tight stomach, and ivory pale skin on display, her breasts only small, perky features over her otherwise anorexic frame. Hunched over her controller she pointed drastically at Alexis, \"how do you keep doing this?! There's no way you can be better then me at street fighter!\"\n\nAlexis giggled, she had lost a round herself, only depriving her of a blouse. She was shorter, but more full, with an ass that made straight girls stare and a pair of breasts that made gay men wonder, her skin was more tanned and had a couple scars here and there from her more active lifestyle and a small belly forming from her free drinks. It was avery's goal to see her friend bare, but... \"I dunno, honestly, maybe it's just chance?\"\n\nThe next round started, avery had a combo going, but it would prove the only hots she could land. Soon her panties joined the pile beside her. \"So... Something tells me you didn't get what you wanted.\" Alexis giggled softly. Avery just sighed \"tell you what, you can keep playing, but I get to give you one dare each time you lose. Now, you don't have to do it, but then you'll never see what you're looking for.\"\n\nAlexis was teasing avery. Avery could tell. Avery knew she was getting herself in more trouble then it was worth. \"You're on!\"\n\nAvery lost, over and over again. She'd ordered pizza and answered the door naked, she'd posted nude selfies to her social media, even fingered herself on the porch at this point and all she'd won was the skirt off her friend.\n\n\"Hmm...\" Alexis thought to herself as she looked her friend over. \"You work from home right?\"\n\n\"Yeah...\" Her co-workers hadn't even seen her face.\n\n\"And your dresser locks?\"\n\n\"Uhuh, but I don't have the key.\"\n\n\"I dare you to put all your clothes in the closet and let me lock them.\" Alexis giggled, she had a way with locks. \"I don't know when I'll get around to unlocking it though.\"\n\n\"You...can't be serious, how will I go grocery shopping? How would I get my mail?\" Avery was afraid of the answer she could guess was coming.\n\n\"Why, naked of course!\" Alexis giggled \"don't worry, I'll come with.\" There was a recent law put in place by the local that stores could no longer require customers to dress, so this was all too viable. \"I like this new look on you.\"\n\n\"N-no... I-I can't.\" Avery held herself close in fear.\n\nAlexis frowned \"not even if I get naked for you here and now?\"\n\nAvery bit her lip. She wanted to say yes to her friend, but she also didn't want to go without clothes, she'd probably burn if she forgot to close the blinds one night before going to sleep. \"N-no...\"\n\n\"You're a virgin right?\" Alexis asked, done with not getting what she wanted. \"I can fix that, if you do it~\"\n\nAvery took a moment before picking up the clothes from her room, and putting them away. \"Th-there...\" Alexis came over, fiddled with the lock for a bit and tested the door. Stuck, just like she wanted, so it was that Alexis took her panties and bra off, proving to avery that she had to tan lines.\n\nAvery could barely stop staring even as she was pushed back into bed. Alexis kissed down her friend's chest, down her stomach, and in between her legs before she moaned out in pleasure. Alexis knew what she was doing down there it seemed... Her tongue danced across avery's pussy, flicking over her clit several times in the process.\n\nJust before avery could cum, Alexis pulled away, though she didn't give avery much of a chance to recover, sense she was quick to press her own pussy to avery's and ground them together. Avery came without much effort on alexis's part, but she had every intent to keep Avery up all night. \n\nShe was successfull in her attempts, but Avery in the morning decided to get back at alexis, she dropped her clothes from the night before in one of her cabinets that wasn't in use, somewhere she'd never check."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've heard of the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, now meet The Wet Dream Fairy. | [
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"content": "Ah, puberty, such a lovely time. It was a time of changes, when children grew into adults, and discovered the innate passion that made them human. I love human puberty, it's so visceral. So war-like. Fairy puberty was nothing more than being consumed with the urge to wrap ourselves in a cocoon, and then waiting six months for our bodies to develop. It was so dreadfully boring. Human puberty seemed so much more fun, getting to live through all of that.\n\nFortunately for me, there was a way I could interact with humans, assisting them on their journey into adulthood. Rather than explain it to you, I think it would be better to show you.\n\nMy wings were glittering as I fluttered through the neighborhood that night. I don't recall which name this neighborhood had, I don't much care for you humans and your namings of things, but I've heard from my sisters that it was in something called a \"suburb\" that houses humans who don't live in their cities.\n\nIt was 3:42am on a thursday evening in the middle of september, so the neighborhood was completely asleep. No humans were lurking in the streets, or milling about within their homes, so I could go where I pleased without needing to worry about being seen. It was the perfect time to give out some of my dreams.\n\nFluttering down the street, I looked over every house, waiting for one of the to strike my fancy. A nice yellow one at the end up the street did just that. Smirking, I fluttered over to the top window, and peered in.\n\nA man and a woman were sleeping with their arms around each other. My smile fell when I noticed they were wearing clothes. What prudes.\n\nMy interest fading, I fluttered over to another window on the house's top floor, and found just what I was looking for. A boy, just on the cusp of manhood, fast asleep. Perfect. His window was even open a crack. It was all too easy for me to slip in, and flutter over to his forehead. His skin was dark, his hair was darker, and his face had some nice, sharp edges. He was attractive, at least by human standards.\n\nA quick whisper of a spell showed his dreams to me. They were blobby, and formless. The usual nonsense that humans dreamed off. It needed some spicing up for sure. Twirling my hands, I cooked up another spell, this one to change the dream.\n\n\"Musho musho musho *musho.*\" I whispered the spell as loudly as I could, and tapped the boy's forehead. His dream instantly went blank. For a second, there was darkness in his mind, but then his face went slightly red as he fell into my power. \"Yes...yes...\" I whispered into his ear. \"I'm the dream fairy, here to give you the sweetest dreams of all. Here, let me show you something.\" I waved my hand, and started to shape some images in his mind.\n\nAll of a sudden he was standing up, in a dark, formless room, being grabbed and pulled in every direction by some invisible figures. Smiling with glee, I continued to whisper in his ear. \"You're dreaming of Men, men, men. Grabbing you, rubbing themselves all over you, sticking you with their big, fat cocks.\"\n\nI felt a slight tingle of arousal as the boy's dream did what I said. The figures around him shifted to become more masculine, and they started to embrace him, holding him tightly to them. Back in the physical plane, the boy moaned and rolled over, revealing a slight bulge now building in his pants. He went still for a few seconds, before his hips started to jerk, humping the air.\n\nTruthfully, I had no idea how the boy felt about being physically loved by other men, but I didn't much care. These humans dreamed about whatever I wanted them to.\n\nI was just about to head out for the night, when I heard a sound in the hallway outside. The sound of a flushing toilet. Another human perhaps?\n\nHurriedly, I fluttered over to the boys door and slipped under it, out into one of the halls of the house...\n\n...and right into the gaze of another human woman. She was younger than the woman I'd seen with the man earlier, but she was still a woman.\n\nThe woman's eyes instantly widened at the sight of me, and she stopped in place, staring down at me. I also froze up in place for a second, my heart beating in my chest.\n\nNot being able to think of anything else to do, I snapped my fingers. \"*Munsho!*\"\n\nInstantly, the woman's eyes fell shut and she fell down, hitting the floor hard. Without missing a beat, I fluttered over to her ear, and started to whisper. \"Women. Women. You're fucking other women. They're licking your pussy, and you love it, love it, love it!\" Her mind was soon filled with dreams much like the boy's.\n\nPanting, I stared at the girl's unconscious body for a few seconds. before deciding to head back in for the night. I think I'd had enough fun for one night, and my sisters would kill me if I got caught.\n\nSo I fluttered outside the house, and out of the neighborhood, the moaning sounds from the house swirling in my ears like music.\n\n–––––––\n\nAs usual, I hope this is what you were looking for, and any and all feedback would be appreciated.\n\nIf you like my writing you can check out more complete stuff from me [here](https://archiveofourown.org/users/Wavvy/works)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP][Non-con] A strong woman just wanted to train alone, and relieve her stress alone. She found an old abandoned warehouse. Big mistake. | [
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"content": "I sat down, slumped against the wall as I fought to catch my breath, feeling the rough touch of cold concrete on my sweat-soaked skin. The pain of my skin scraping against it went unnoticed as adrenaline pumped throughout my body, heart pounding out of my chest.\n\nI reached for my Water bottle, raising it to my lips and taking a long, sustained swig, stopping halfway to let the pleasantly cold water wash over my skin. I let out a long sigh of relaxation, basking in the afterglow of the work-out\n\nI must look ridiculous, sitting drenched against a concrete wall in an abandoned warehouse, completely clothesless save for the wraps around my hands. As strange as it must seem, the solitude helped me focus and... Well... It was fun to train without the restrictions even Gym clothes put upon you. Plus... It was just sort of fun in general, the danger of being discovered like this was thrilling in a way...\n\nI shook my head, discarding the thoughts and looking up at the ceiling. It was dark, I couldn't even see the pattern of the ceiling. As I rested, I decided that it was time to pack up and head home.\n\nAs I stood up, I wrinkled my nose for a moment, furrowing an eyebrow. For some reason the air felt thicker than normal, subtly so, but I didn't give it much thought and walked over to my towel, taking some time to dry myself off.\n\n======\n\nThe entity had long surrounded her, watching her with countless eyes that lingered in every shadow. Some would have noticed the tiny glints in the dark, wayward strands of light reflecting from glassy surfaces, but this one didn't have the sight to see more than she should.\n\nIt hungered. In its mind was a yawning emptiness, weakness, there was something it needed but it didn't quite understand what\n\nIt had taken to watching her over the past few nights, almost obsessively. Part of it believed she was what it sought, and it planned to make its move. Its doubts and questions burned in its mind, but none of them mattered now\n\n======\n\n~~~\nTo me\n~~~\n\nI paused, looking around as the words sounded in my mind.\n\n\"Hello?\", I called into the darkness, searching for movement. Instinctively, I wrapped the towel around myself, clenching my free hand into a fist. Goosebumps formed across my skin, hairs standing up as a distinct dread came to mind\n\n~~~\nCome to me\n~~~\n\nI groaned, squatting down and holding my head as a dull pain came over me. The words formed in my mind again, an invitation burning with... Something I couldn't really say with confidence. \n\nSomething was definitely wrong, and I was eager to leave. I stood up, nervously walking to my stuff and starting to pack up.\n\nAs I did so, there was a rustling, almost moaning sound overhead. I froze, slowly looking up, fearing the worst.\n\n~~~\nYou will come to me\n~~~\n\nCountless chitinous claws descended from the darkness above, drifting down to me. My eyes widened in terror as I reached for something, anything, to fight whatever this was off. My hand closed around what felt like a metal pole, but as I looked I noticed I had grasped another of those spider-like legs. \n\nI shrieked and leapt away, looking around as more and more of those limbs were spewing from the darkness. Abandoning my stuff, I grabbed my Flashlight and shone it towards the exit, relief flooding me as I saw the limbs retreating from the light. As I neared the doors however, countless thin metal bars shot from the ground and sealed it, not disappearing even as I shone the light upon it\n\nI pounded the doors helplessly, calling out for somebody to help me, although it was for naught as I felt a sharp swipe of those limbs tearing my towel away, leaving my body exposed to it. I spun around, trying vainly to fight off the thing. My eyes drifted back to that lit area I was in, and I broke into a full sprint towards it.\n\nI never noticed the wayward limb in time, curling around my ankle and tripping me over. I yelped as I fell to the floor, grunting on landing and looking in horror as the flashlight smashed to the ground. Sobbing in terror, I tried to claw my way to the last of the light, but felt more of those limbs curling around my form. I shrieked, roared in defiance, making every gesture of horror my addled mind could think of as I was pulled upwards by those shadowy limbs.\n\nWithin seconds, I had disappeared from the warehouse, the only evidence to my passing the torn remains of a towel and workout equipment. Those bars it had summoned vanished from the door, and the remaining limbs melted into the dark\n\n=======\n\n*Okay, I may have changed my mind about when I would post this, but screw waiting 'til morning. I'm hardly tired and this'll pass the time, plus I had the idea here so I thought i'd give it a base*\n\n*Anyway, this'll be continued at some stage. Most likely sometime today (ahh I love technicalities, after midnight), but not now*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a universe where prostitution is legal, a girl becomes a cum dumpster on weekends to earn her way through college. | [
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"content": "Robby glanced down at his phone for the eighth time, making sure he punched in the address correctly. And for the eighth time, he verified he did. He looked up past his thin spectacles and adjusted them, wondering why his tutor wanted to meet him here, of all places. \n\nThe alleyway wasn’t necessarily dirty, in fact as far as alleyways go, it was downright sterile. The buildings on either side were a couple of paces across, providing quite a bit of shade while also funneling in the occasional wind, making it rather pleasant. The ground was surprisingly clean of mysterious stains and deposits of gum and the place miraculously didn’t smell like garbage, despite there being dumpsters all around. Still, Robby had no idea why he would receive his biology lesson here, of all places. \n\nAs he walked warily down the alley, he heard something. It was quiet at first but the further he walked down down the narrow way, backpack sling across one shoulder, the louder it became. It was wet sounding, with the occasional heavy breathing. Robby lived in a dorm; he knew the sound of fucking when he heard it. \n\n“Robby! You made it!”\n\nNearly jumping out of his shoes, Robby realized that the dumpster didn’t actually magically start talking to him. Adjusting his glasses, he gasped in shock as he finally noticed his tutor Ally, exactly where she was supposed to meet him. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied into two pigtails and her makeup was a little more excessive than what he was used to. But more surprising was that her top, a simple white spaghetti strap thing, was raised and bunched up over her breasts. He tore his eyes from the pink-nipples’ hypnotic, bouncing rhythm to see her denim shorts and thong were pulled down to her ankles and she was bent over at the waist. Behind her was a twenty-something man, hands gripping her ample hips to tightly they were leaving red handprints, plowing her from behind as Ally braced herself against the big dumpster. \n\n“Ally?!” Robby exclaimed after getting his bearings. He had half a mind to turn around and look away, but the sight of her perfect, nubile body and the shock of seeing it being fucked right before him was too enticing. \n\n“Yeah it’s me, silly!” She said, her breathes short, “sorry you had to meet me here. I would have preferred at the library like a normal tutor, but I had to work today.”\n\n“Oh, I uh… I didn’t know you were a…” \n\n“A cum dumpster?” Ally said with a smile. Then she paused to close her eyes and bite her bottom lip as her client thrust deep inside her, holding it there for a moment. His cock throbbed deep inside as her walls clenched and squeezed it. \n\n“Uh, sure?” Robby said hesitantly, “I mean I was going to say *prostitute*.”\n\n“Mm,” Ally said as the man reached forward and started to fondle her breasts. It was like he didn’t care or notice that Robby was there. “Cum dumpster is just slang for freelance prostitute. We work wherever and whenever we can. Really helps with tuition for a girl like me!”\n\n“Uh huh,” Robby said, kicking the dumpster and making the hollow metal sound echo, “you really took to the dumpster thing huh?” \n\nAlly winked at him. \n\n“I took a marketing class freshman year.”\n\n“Hey, dumpy, I’m about to… to cum,” the client said. \n\n“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Ally said, “just remember, it costs more to do it inside!”\n\n“Ah, fuck that,” he replied, “get on your knees then.”\n\nAlly pulled out and spun around. Without missing a step she kneeled down before him on her knees and closed her eyes. The clients cock was glistening with a mixture of precum and her own wetness. Ally took two handfuls of her breasts and pushed them together, giving him a target. After three pumps, his cock erupted, sending rope after rope of sticky cum onto Ally’s young body. The first few strands of thick, viscous liquid landed on her face and neck, sticking to her clothing and clinging to her skin. \n\n“Um, I can come back another-“\n\n“No, no please don’t!” Ally said, still being basted by the mysterious man, “I made a promise and I intend to stick to it! We’ll get through the lesson as soon as I’m done with-“\n\nRobby didn’t hear her as the man groaned loudly. His cock continued to twitch until it started to lose its rigidity. After the last few pulses, his cock weakened to a dribble but not before leaving Ally covered.\n\n“Thanks, love,” she said as she stood. She didn’t bother to lower her top or pull her pants up. \n\n“Same time tomorrow?” The John asked. \n\n“You know it dear!” She said. And just like that, the man left. \n\n“So,” Ally said, rounding onto Robby, “today we will be going over the Krebs cycle and its role in the overall-“\n\n“Uh, Ally? Do you need a towel or… or new clothes or something?” Robby couldn’t help but stare at the way the semen stuck to her skin and soaked slowly into her clothes. Her tits had a number of white lines across them. A particularly thick splatter began to hang off Ally’s delicately shaped chin but didn’t quite have the weight to drip off completely. It hung there, like a spider climbing its lifeline. \n\n“Nah,” she said, “it’s good for business, believe it or not. Clients want to see an experienced girl. It turns them on.” \n\n“Uh, okay. If you say so.”\n\n“Now, take out your textbook and let’s go to chapter eleven.”\n\nIt took Robbie a second to act. He had never thought of his friend and classmate this way. She was such a studious and hard working student. Was she really a weekend whore? \n\nJudging by how swollen her clit was, which was poking out just underneath her engorged hood, yes… yes she was. \n\n***\n\n“Adenosine… di-phosphate?” \n\n“No,” Ally said with a shake of her head, “it’s tri-phos-phate.”\n\nRobby sighed. \n\n“You’ll get it... next time,” she said, reassuringly. \n\n“It’s… it’s a little hard to concentrate, Al.”\n\nAlly was on her knees again, this time with the biggest cock Robby had ever seen in her mouth. In between deep throats, she would help Robby and answer questions. \n\n“Yeah… sorry… about… that…”\n\nAlly took a moment to pull away from the thick meat, then have it a few pumps with her fist, using the copious saliva clinging to the shaft as lube. \n\n“We can reschedule,” Robby said, “I mean, the exam is in two days but it’s a-“\n\n“No, please,” Ally said, “I’ll make it up to you. Just let me… finish.”\n\nAlly licked her lips and took a deep breath. She parted her lips and took the man’s head into her mouth. Judging by his moan, she was giving him some expert tonguework. Her face inches further and further until half his length was in her mouth. Robby was actually surprised she took as much as she did, given how petite she was and how well endowed the John was. \n\n“Just wait,” the man said, “check out what your friend is gonna do next.”\n\nHe placed his hands on her head and gripped her pigtails like they were handlebars. He pulled them towards her and Robby's jaw dropped. He watched as her throat distended and his cock made its way down it. Soon her lips were pressed against his mane of pubic hair and her nose was smushed up against his abs. Spittle accumulated and dribbled down her neck and every second that passed, the man struggled more and more. \n\nHe was trying not to cum. \n\nApparently Ally could work her throat muscles like she could her tongue. And she could use it to her advantage, as she was in this case. A big cock like this rarely ever got a deepthroat like this. And considering she charged extra for swallowing, this next load was going to pay for a weeks rent at least. \n\n“Oh fuck!” The man groaned. His muscles tensed and his balls pulled up towards his body in a rhythmic motion. Ally’s throat opened up and eagerly accepted the deposit of thick cum that filled her throat and slid down to her stomach. \n\n“Jeez,” Robby muttered, unable to keep his eyes on his book. Not only was it weird watching his tutor swallow cum in the middle of his lesson, he was being distracted by the lewd sounds the man was making. It was certainly the weirdest tutoring session he had ever been a part of. \n\nThe man exhaled and released Ally’s pigtails. Rob had no idea how she managed to hold her breath as long as she did. As she pulled her head back, his softening cock slid out of her mouth, followed by a deluge of white foam and spittle. His cock slapped against his thighs with a wet and meaty sound and Ally wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She smiled up at her client. \n\n“Thanks, doll,” he said, “I’ll leave ya a big tip!”\n\n“Always a pleasure!” Ally said cheerfully as a long strand of thick seed descended down from the corner of her lips to her chin. The man paid and walked out of the alley, whistling. \n\n“Now,” Ally said, turning to Robby as a strangers cum settled in her belly and on her face, “let’s go back to studying. No breaks, I don’t need a lunch break any more!” \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Someone has been stealing your lunch from the shared refrigerator. You put an aphrodisiac in your food and wait to find out who the culprit is. | [
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"content": "Naomi hated liars.\n\nSomeone in her office was lying.\n\nShe had *specifically* written her name on her carefully, lovingly-crafted lunches, yet someone was specifically targeting her food and taking it. They had to have been, who doesn’t see the brightly spelled out N-A-O-M-I.\n\n\nSo, Naomi decided that if they were going to make this a thing. Make this a war. She would bring out the big guns. Add laxative you say? Poison, commiserates might murmur. No, Naomi would do something that would cause the best form of punishment—social embarrassment.\n\n\nShe had scoured the internet and found a powder of some highly potent aphrodisiac, bull’s testicles or newt’s eye, something. The reviews were praising it, and she was set on her sweet revenge. Within the week she had it in her hands and thus baked a delicious, laced blueberry pie that she added to her lunch as a seeming dessert. \n\n\nShe could barely sleep that night, she was so excited for the upcoming justice. She texted a co-worker she had befriended who she’d been updating the plan with. The co-worker was more of the mindset to bring it up with HR, but nonetheless amused by the whole situation.\n\nWhen the next day came, Naomi made sure she placed it in the same spot in the fridge, with her name in the same neon pink Sharpie. All useless, except for what was contained within. \n\n\nTrap prepared, Naomi could barely focus on her actual work. She kept finding reasons to get up and grab a snack from the vending machine or had to take 10 bathroom breaks 5 minutes apart.\n\n\nOn the final bathroom break she was pushing out of the Women’s restroom at the same time as Allan, an intern that had been shadowing her the previous week before being moved to somewhere else in the building. He was a senior in college trying to get some work experience and hadn’t really made an impression on her. Medium height and messy brown hair made him fairly unremarkable. \n\n\nAt this moment, he was starting to finally impress her. His face was flushed and tendons standing on his necks as he tried to control his breathing. When he saw her his eyes flashed and, for the first time ever, Naomi wondered if she had made a mistake.\n\n\nNo undoing this, she thought as he started stepping towards her. She immediately began backing away, her hands up. “Al-Allan, right? Listen, uh, I forgive you. It’s okay you ate my lunches. I’m not even mad any-uh,” she paused when he closed the restroom door and shoved a mop through the handle bar.\n\n\n“What are you do- “she started before yelping when he quickly grabbed her and pressed her up against the wall. He was breathing hard and slick with sweat.\n\n\n“What did you put in your lunch,” He growled, before pulling her shirt over her head. She wanted to resist, but he smelled really good and it had been a long time. She didn’t respond, opting instead to softly moan when he cupped her breast.\n\n\nGently, which clearly took a lot of effort judging by his frown and pursed lips, he removed and dropped her bra. He finally licked her and she mewled. Then he bit hard and she shrieked, “Ow, what the fuck?”\n\n\n“What. Did. You. Put. In. Your. Lunch?” He demanded again, this time pinching her nipples to enunciate. Pain outriding pleasure drove her to squeal, “An aphrodisiac! Stop! That hurts, idiot.” Naomi tried to squirm away from his hands, but he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up against him.\n\n\n“Who does that?” He whispered hotly in her ear before sucking wetly on her neck. Long and hard enough for her to slap at his shoulder, “Idiot, don’t leave a hickey.” He pulled away to admire it. \n\n\n“I’ve been poisoned, I can do what I like. It’s technically your fault, no?” He smirked before returning to trailing soft kisses down her neck.\n\n\n“Mmm, I mean…” Her eyes drifted shut and she pushed into his mouth, briefly entranced.\n\n\n“Wait, no! You were eating my lunches, what the fuck did I do to you?” She pulled away from him and stared at him in accusation.\n\n\nHis smirk deepened, “You’re a really good cook, and I’m really bad.”\n\n\n“What! You’re an adult. Learn how to cook like everyone else.”\n\n\n“Orrr,” He dragged the word out while undoing her slacks and pushing both it and her underwear, purple, down and popping back up, “you could make two lunches. One for me and one for you.”\n\n\nShe opened her mouth to protest then shutting it and stepping out of the pile of clothes. Naomi started stepping forward, walking him backwards to the sinks. He followed, taking his shirt and pants off. She spun them around and hopped onto the sinks before finally speaking, “Fine. One the condition that in return you fuck me anywhere, anytime, within reason.”\n\n\n“We haven’t even had sex for the first time, how do you know I’m any good?” He teased.\n\n\nShe looked him up and down, “You’re hot, I’m bored, and apparently a good cook. Yes or no?”\n\n\n“Yes, dammit,” He growled, letting go of his control and pulling her against him. His cock was rock hard and she ground against it. He pumped it once before pushing it against her.\n\n\nAll the throwing around had really turned her on, but she definitely wasn’t ready so she pushed against his chest. \n\n“Could you do some work down there first?”\n\n\nHe grunted and dropped before finding her clit and taking a taste. She laid her head against the mirror and felt him finally start working on her clit. The pleasure drove her hips to undulate against him, thrusting steadily. \n\n\n“Fuck yeah, right there…” She murmured as she felt the tensing in her muscles. After a little while she pushed his head away, panting. “Okay, okay, now I’m ready. Come here.” \n\n\nNo second wasted he was at her entrance again, but this time she was soaked and hot. He pressed a finger in and she squeezed around it, groaning. Bringing the finger to his mouth he tasted her tart wetness. \n\n\n“I’m gonna be rough.” He muttered. \n“I hope s-“ She cut off in a loud moan as he pushed into her. He was stretching her so wide she finally felt full and satisfied for a brief moment. Then he withdrew and pushed again, the friction drove her crazy.\n\n\n“More” She grabbed at his hips, which already were pumping steadily. Their hot breath intermingled as each were driven closer to the edge. She looked into his eyes and kissed his forehead before pushing back against him. The slapping of skin filled the bathroom and was no doubt audible from outside, but no one interrupted.\n\n\n“I’m getting close, Naomi.” He gasped. He was getting warmer and his thrusts more jagged. She hummed acknowledgement and traced a finger between them to her clit again. She rubbed in a circle frantically, chasing the edge of her orgasm. “I—want to feel it. Cum inside. I’m on the pill.” He moaned and pushed her waist down on him as a warmth filled her. The feeling of his cum, deep inside her, sent her over the edge and she came hard on him. Squeezing his cock inside her made the pleasure shake her body. He held her up until she finally relaxed.\n\n\nNaomi caught her breath and sat up again. “So, I should probably give you my number.”\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Haunted Bedroom | [
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"content": "(This is something I've been drafting for while with the intention of maybe posting to DPP for an RP, but it seemed to suit this prompt perfectly so I thought I would share it with you. I hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome!)\n\nJust like every day the past month, Emma woke up in the middle of a shuddering orgasm. It would have been a wonderful way to wake up if it wasn't scaring the crap out of her.\n\nWhen it first started happening a month ago, she thought it was just naughty dreams. But dreams were normally dizzy and floaty and hard to remember, filled with swirling colors and ill-defined shapes. Her 'dreams' were...well, the only word for it was *explicit*. When she woke up she could remember every single kiss, lick, stroke and more.\n\nThe dreams always started the same, with invisible hands caressing her body. Despite the fact that she was in her pajamas under the covers she could feel those hands on her bare skin. She'd even tried wearing a parka to bed once. The coat had shown up in her dream and she'd almost overheated, but the invisible hands still caressed her skin as if it wasn't there.\n\nAnd then came the mouth, warm and wet, although it left no traces on her skin. But in her dreams she could feel those firm lips parting hers, the tongue exploring the caverns of her mouth. And then across her body it went...sucking on the pulse point under her ear...tugging on her stiff nipples with invisible teeth...*Oh God* and the way he flicked her clit!\n\nThen the grand finale...when Emma would feel that pressure as an invisible cock stretched her pussy lips wide and thrust inside her. She could feel it pulsing, feel the heat radiating out, the friction as he hit her g-spot and made her see stars. Could feel hips slamming into her, fingers gripping her, a cock fucking her. Could feel the spasms of his orgasm, the hot jets of cum, the force of his chest pressing down on her.\n\nIt was the best sex of her life and Emma still wasn't entirely sure it was actually happening. There were never any sounds in her dreams, other than her desperate moans. There was never anything there to see, even when she was being fucked harder than she ever had before. Emma could safely say there was nothing weirder than feeling someone fucking you relentlessly and looking down to see your shorts untouched and covering your crotch. It was like she was the only thing he...it...he could interact with. He just passed right through everything else. And when morning came there was never any proof that anyone had been there.\n\nThere were only a few possibilities. Either she was going crazy or she was being fucking haunted...well, fucked by some sort of haunting."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hannah is a Dean's List 4.0 GPA college freshman. She also has accidentally locked herself into her own backyard on a sunny afternoon - buck naked. | [
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"content": "\"Oh no, not again!\" Hannah jerked at the door are as hard as she could. Again and again she tried, slightly changing her approach each time, but to no avail. The back door had a tendency to lock behind people. Usually it was no big deal; she either used her key or had her sister Liz open it for her. Today though, Liz was fucking her boyfriend Rick at his house and Hannah did not have a key on her, because Hannah was naked. Granted, it had been a few months since she had anything in her vag, but she was pretty sure there were no keys in there. \n\nHannah pulled at the door some more, but like every other time the door did not respond. She shouted Liz's name to the empty house, but Liz was so busy shouting Rick's name that she wouldn't have heard her even if she was in the vicinity. Frustrated with the whole situation, Hannah dropped down and hugged her knees, her pale ass shining in the sunlight. \n\n\"Oh dear, oh dear, little blonde girl,\" a smooth Caribbean voice came from behind her. \"What is the matter? What made your curl?\"\n\nHannah turned around and saw a well dressed black man. She stood up and screamed for Liz, backing away as quickly as she could to the far corner of the yard, her hand trying and failing to cover both her breasts and bush. \"What are you doing? What do you want?\" she asked, frightening scenarios running through her head.\n\n\"Do not be afraid,\" the man urged with his palms extended, \"Do not call for your sister. I came here to help. I'm your Fairy God Mister.\"\n\nHannah's arms were still draped across her chest, but she examined the man. The sleeves were rolled up on his deep purple shirt and his dark grey slacks hugged his hips, showing off a noticeable bulge. Hannah looked at him, suspicious curiosity on her face. \"My Fairy God 'Mister'?\" \n\n\"You heard me correctly. You didn't hear stutter. Your Fairy God Mister, and I'm like no other.\n\n\"You're in disbelief,\" the man continued, \"you cannot understand. So let me do something, to lend you a hand.\" The man waved in his hands in a circle and with a shimmer of sparks Hannah felt a pressure between her butt cheeks. She looked down to find herself wearing a silk black thong. \n\n\"How did you do that?\" she asked the man.\n\nThe man stepped up to her flicked her in the forehead with his middle finger. \"What have you been doing? Where have you been? I'm your *Fairy God Mister*. Don't ask me again.\"\n\n\"Okay\" Hannah could let herself believe in a magical Jamaican who materialized underwear out of thin air. \"Can you help with the rest of it?\" She gestured down towards her chest.\n\nThe FGM looked down at Hannah's arm stretched across her breasts. He smiled up at Hannah and said \"Do not be ashamed, your breast are quite nice. If you would let me, I'd suck on them twice.\"\n\nHannah ignored the compliment and kept herself covered. \"So what can you do for me?\"\n\n\"Whatever you want,\" the FGM stretched his arms out. \"You need only ask nice. But I must warn you, magic comes at a price.\" \n\n\"What would it cost to unlock my back door?\" \n\n\"A bottle of wine and some empty promises about your career opportunities,\" the FGM winked at her. Hannah stared in bewilderment at the tall man. \"I'm sorry to joke,\" the FGM continued. \"I did not mean to mock. To open your door, you must suck on my cock.\" \n\n\"What?\" Hannah gasped. The FGM reached into his slacks and pulled out an easily 11 inch penis. The message was clear. Hannah stared at it and pondered her options. There was no telling when Liz would be home, and the neighbors could come out at any time and see her. \n\n\"I'll do it,\" she said, \"but I never want to be locked out of anywhere ever again.\" If she was going to felate a magical being, she was going to get everything she could out of it. \n\nThe FGM smiled. \"Your wish will be granted, my words are not hollow; but for that extra wish, you will have to swallow.\" \n\n\"Deal,\" Hannah said. She stepped up to the FGM, kneeled down on the concrete patio and took the cock in her hand. Tentatively, she started sucking on the tip, taking the head of the cock in her mouth and popping it out repeatedly. She looked up at the FGM, who looked down on her with eyes that asked *what are you doing* and *have you ever seen a penis before,* probably with a crappy rhyme scheme.\n\nHannah took the hint and started working her tongue around the rim of the head, swirling it around in her mouth and paying extra attention to the underside. The FGM's questioning eyes were now closed and his hands were kneading her bare shoulders. They felt nice. Hannah started to relax and began working portions of the shaft into her routine. Her mouth slid back and forth, as much as she could fit in her mouth, while her hands jacked off the shaft. \n\nThe FGM let out a moan, urging Hannah pick up her tempo. She ran her tongue down to the base of the cock, getting some extra lubricant around the penis while she jerked it. \n\nThe FGM looked at her again. \"You're doing great dear, I'm having a ball. But for me to finish, you must take it all.\"\n\nHannah took the penis out of her mouth. She swallowed hard. She didn't know how she was going to do this, but she was going to try. She took the cock into her mouth and placed the head as far back on her tongue as she was comfortable. Then, she started to move deeper onto the cock. She waited for her gag reflex, but it didn't go. She felt the head slide past her uvula, she felt the cock fill her throat up, until her nose was against the FGM's pubic region. She took several deep breaths through her nose, then began to move back and forth along the length of the penis. The FGM's moans grew louder and came faster. Hannah continued. She felt the cock thicken in her throat. The FGM had stopped kneading her shoulders and was just gripping her. She felt his penis pulse and shoot ropes of hot cum straight down her throat. She kept working him, making sure she got all of it. The cock twitched it's final twitch and the FGM pulled out of her mouth. \n\nHe tucked the wet cock back into his pants, gave Hannah one last look, and snapped his fingers. The FGM disappeared and the door opened. Hannah ran inside, closed the door and went to put on some clothing. \n\nLater that afternoon, Hannah couldn't get the thought of the ridiculous rhyming man out of her head. She thought about the deal they made. It was time to run an experiment. She stripped down bare naked and walked into the backyard, making sure to lock the door behind her. She went to the fence, turned around and walked back towards the door. She gripped the handle, took a breath, turned it and opened the door. *Pity,* she thought; and she went inside.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Big, Perfect Pair of Perky Pirate Titties. | [
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"content": "\"you're not being very forthcoming with information Miss Vance. Perhaps I should have you returned to your cell? Perhaps cut out the middle man and send you straight to the gallows.\" Her face was dirty, but even so, beautiful. She was a true natural beauty, with no corset or makeup to make her so. After her extended stay in my prison she wore only tattered underclothes, likely borrowed or stolen judging by the poor fit. \n\n\"Please sir. My cell has fleas. These interrogations are the only time I'm not bitten and bugged...can't blame me for wanting to drag them on a bit.\" A nervous smile crept across her face. I chuckled and waved permissively. \"You know I'm a good bird for you sir. Hear the word of the jail, bring it to your ears and sing. I've more than earned my pardon but I don't complain. You treat me well enough. Hell at least in here I get fed. Don't get passed around. Other girls think it's because you fancy me sir. Think that I give you more than names in our little sessions. I tell em if that were the case I'd be Missus Hurson by now, and out of this place.\" I laughed at the ridiculous statement, and rolled my eyes. \n\n\"Miss Vance I'm not some virgin boy. Even if you were giving me more than names you'd sit your sentence out. And unless you start giving me names I suspect it will be less comfortable than you've become accustomed to.\" She didn't flinch, however her eyes narrowed, and a challenging smile spread across her face. A pirate through and through. She was some exotic mixture of Indian and Scottish. A beautiful dusky color like smoke on a summers day. Her eyes were the kind of emerald green only found in paintings. Her smile was always knowing, as if concealing a secret. And that laughing brouge made her seem even more untamed. I sighed and tapped my pen, looking down at my blank paper. \n\n\"Arthur Coleson, his wife in here for snatching things out of a shop. But he's going to buy her way out by taking cargo into market he gets from Hansel.\" I had begun to write, but froze. \n\n\"Gregory Hansel? Your old captain? He's sacked six merchant ships so far this year. Where is he offloading? Where I'd Coleson to meet him?\" I pressed, jotting down orders to deliver the information to the admiral. She smirked, and waved her hand flippantly in the air. I realized immediately her game. \"I don't do bribes Miss Vance. So you either tell me what I want to know or I put you at the end of a rope and ask Miss Coleson for myself.\" She laughed and stood from her seat. She was shackled, and I was twice her size. Even if she could overpower me she was burried beneath a fort full of armed guards and locked in a room with no one else around. The guard wouldn't be back for an hour unless he heard my signal. She sauntered over to me, swinging her hips as much as she could with her ankles in irons. It was enticing, but I knew the game. It wasn't the first time a pirate wench had tried this. \n\n\"Sir, Mister Hurson. I'd give you him. My captain. The only man ever done right by me. I'd give you him for a price. Would you pay it sir? Would you pay that price?\" She cooed, she sat on the table next to my notes, spreading her legs. She was surprisingly kempt in between, and clean as well. \"Girls aren't the only ones who think you're getting more than names sir. Guards insist I be clean and cut for you. Say you're in a better mood after we speak.\" She purred. She ran her fingers over her sex and spread it tantalizingly. My britches grew tight and I turned briefly to look away. \n\n\"Name your price. I'll see him hanged this week.\" She giggled. \n\n\"See, only way I sell out my captain is for a new captain. I need someone to call me master. To make sure I'm fed, and clothed, and bathed. Make sure I don't get passed around. 'Ansel used to do that for me. But now...well I suppose that's you innit sir?\" She took my chin and turned it back towards her. \"Give me one night, show you that I'm not lying. You'll have marriage in mind by morning or you get the name and throw me to the gallows to boot. We have an accord?\" She asked. I could smell her arousal, see the heaving of her breasts. Virgin boy or not this woman had me half mad with lust. She dipped her fingers into her garden and returned them slick with her honey. She brought them to my nose, tempting me with the smell of her arousal. I hesitated, realizing a trap, and pulling back. \"Ah, not one for the nectar? You'll find mine sweeter than most. But perhaps these are more your liking eh?\" She smiled, freeing her breasts. They were supernaturally beautiful. As large as summer cantilopes but without a hint of sag or weight. They floated freely on her chest, bobbing like bouys in the waves as she breathed. I was momentarily mesmerized, until she gently wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and pulled me forward to suckle at one of her dark nipples. \"Now captain. You've heard my terms. What of yours?\" Her words broke the spell, and I took the reigns once again. I stood, letting my trousers fall to the floor. \n\n\"If you're to win I must be totally satisfied.\" I growled, aligning my cock with her wet folds. \"If I have a single desire left unfulfilled, you're back to your cell. But perhaps next week I'll let you try again.\" I plunged into her and she let out a whimper. She was tighter than any woman I'd been with. A seemingly impossible feat considering her history and some of my courtships. Her breasts were truly a marvel to behold, bouncing and rolling in time with my thrusts. They caught my eyes again, and I lost track of my demands. \n\n\"Don't make it too easy on me captain. If I'm to be your private cabin girl, or better yet your wife, it won't do to make it so simple to earn. Lest the next girl you bring into interrogation usurps me\" She laughed playfully. I let out a little chuckle myself. \n\n\"Further I get unlimited access. If you win I release you and you become my maid in name alone. In truth you'll be as my ink well. On my desk, ready to be dipped into at my simplest urge.\" I grunted as I felt her grow even tighter. She began to shift her muscles around my cock without even moving her hips. Truly a marvel, and one I admit stole my breath. \n\n\"Aye aye sir. Private pussy reporting for duty.\" She had such a disarmingly cute laugh I had to refocus on the task at hand again. \n\n\"Further if you become my wife or maid no thoevery or buggery of any kind. You'll be a perfect lady to presentable society.\" She was too good. She was going to win this, I could feel it. Now it was just down to the spoils of victory. \n\n\"Aye. Lady in public little whore in private. Anything for you captain. Say the word I'll serve tea, snap your fingers I'll suck you off under the table. You're bad at this. Let me.\" She grunted and wrapped her shackles over the back of my knee, forcing me to look her in those beautiful verdant eyes. \"I am yours as long as you'll have me. Do with me as you will just don't abuse me. I will kill for you. I will die for you. I will have no other captain but you. And I will make sure that this beautiful cock is never without a warm slit to slide into at it's whim. Got it?\" She finished. I practically came on the spot but I held off by grace of my own distrust.\n\n\"Did you promise Hansel the same deal?\" I asked. She snorted and clenched her muscles, removing any notions I had of resisting the rising pressure inside of me. \n\n\"He wanted half my take and a piece of ass occasionally. So it's what he got. You want a loyal, loving, and lusty wife. So stop holding back and take her.\" I erupted inside her at her throaty demand, and I felt her tip over the edge as well. However her face never faltered. She stared me down with those beautiful green eyes, unblinking despite her body's spasms. \"Aye lover boy. Get that pardon ready and draw me a bath. You think that was a romp, wait till I get a good night's rest in a soft bed. Y'might not survive the experience.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're an attractive feminine robot with a desire to better understand human intimacy. To do this, you decided to volunteer at a multi-hole glory hole visited by massively hung aliens of several races | [
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"content": "The ship docked silently at the pier, in fact CH4RL0TT3 could only tell that they had arrived when the outer doors pinged open. She heard \"Welcome to MilliWays\" broadcast from unseen speakers yet seemed to rise above the noise of all the other passengers disembarking, oozing, or otherwise floating through the luxurious pavilion. CH4RL0TT3 was designed to service class-M bipeds so she walked past the throngs of awaiting diners, and made her way to the grey portal marked 'Candidates.'\n\nInside, the grand chandeliers of the lobby were replaced with bare white LED drop lights. A different line of beings snaked around the floor: service bots, recently indentured servants, and helplessly lost tourists were queued up along side trust-fund aliens who 'wanted to gain an appreciation of the Universe's diversity.' All of them hoping for a coveted spot on the MilliWays staff. (Except for the tourists, who only really wanted directions back to Interstate 80.) Drones circled the line passing out application tablets to speed up the intake process. The drone vendor, Sensodyne Heavy Industries designed them to be powered by the collective sense of dread and futility. That way, they were only flying when the lines were especially long. They had not stopped for 10,000 Earth years.\n\nCH4RL0TT3 completed the demographic section of the application then next scanned 'Positions Wanted.' She scrolled past the thousands of combinations of hospitality work until she found it: 'SG-0101: Sexual Gratification Producer for M Clientele.' But then she was dismayed to see that MilliWays didn't have any openings. She pressed the checkbox to display relevant positions and saw another SG spot available. 'SG-5320-A: Sexual Gratification Anonymous for all Classes' seemed to have hundreds of openings. CH4RL0TT3 selected it and waitlisted herself for SG-0101.\n\nA drone hovered next her, reclaimed the tablet, then illuminated a new path, away from the main line of candidates and over to a transport tube. It pulsed with a blue glow as she approached. Once inside, a blue energy field filled the tube momentarily before there was a winking of space and an audible *whoosh*. The blue field dissipated and CH4RL0TT3 could see that she was in a conference room. At the large table in the center sat a man in a blue suit looking down at a small pile of papers.\n\n\"Welcome to MilliWays, CH4RL0TT3. I'm HR, but you can call me Henry if you'd like. I'm here to evaluate your skills as a service agent.\" Henry momentarily phased out of focus before snapping back into sharp color again. \"Sorry about that, this conference room has the worst connectivity in the station. As you may have surmised, you're just seeing me as a an holo-template we use for Class-M familiars such as yourself.\"\n\n\"Pleased to meet you, Henry. I appreciate the accommodation.\" CH4RL0TT3 used her broad spectrum scanner but could not find the source of the projection. \n\n\"Now let's take a look at your attributes. Please disrobe and lay on the table.\" CH4RL0TT3 complied and laid naked, face up on the table. A spotlight bathed her synthetic flesh in cyan. Her B sized breasts pointed straight up, leaving no shadow. \"Kudos to your designers, CH4RL0TT3. You have great lines, flawless skin, and what we call in the hospitality business, a *fuckable mouth*. Where are your seams?\"\n\n\"Our company developed a process where my chassis was dipped in an adhesion matrix, allowed to dry, then dipped again,\" she replied. \"I have over 140,000 epidermal layers to provide long term use without fading or tearing.\" \n\n\"That's great. We have some clients that might put that to the test but we'll try to keep your orientation period booked with species who aren't too pointy or acidic.\"\n\n\"Does that mean I got the position?\" asked CH4RL0TT3. \n\n\"You most certainly do. You can leave your clothes here, you won't be needing them. If you step back into the tube, we'll process your application, start payroll and bring you to the microport.\"\n\n...\n\nMicroport was a bit of a misnomer, as it referred to the size of its individual gates, compared to the space dock. In truth, the microport was several orders of magnitude larger, in volume. MilliWays folded the floor space such that 8 million gates were operating at the same time. The employee handbook that was transferred into her databanks explained how each agent was assigned a cubicle with up to 6 gates arranged on 3 walls. A desktop display constantly showed productivity, session duration, and the inbound queue. The desks were sparse, containing only a towel, water bottle, welded handlebars, and \"Vogon-strength\" mouth spray.\n\nHer center gate flashed green for a local transfer. Someone at the station must have wanted a little extra something after witnessing the heat death of the universe. A pale skinned human cock flopped out of the gate. *Let's do this* thought CH4RL0TT3, then grabbed the penis by the base and began slow licks on its head. Her tongue had an immediate effect, as she could feel it grow firmer with each pass. She let her tongue travel down the glans till she reached the gate. The customer's cock pushed through a bit more and his ballsack now rested on the edge of the portal. The testes glowed with a dim, amber-red sheen. She took one into her mouth and sucked on it playfully. Each shined more brightly as she switched between the two. \n\nCH4RL0TT3 ran her lips over the shaft and planted a wet kiss on the head before taking it in her mouth. She began to slowly but steadily work the penis towards the back of her throat. Her lips began a vibrating protocol while her throat segment constricted and twisted around the hard cock. She bobbed back and forth a few more times before pulling away to inspect the penis. His pre-cum mixed with her drool, which she licked clean. She enabled the one way speaker to hear her client, then continued her feast.. \n\n\"Jesus fuck, is this real? Holy fuck, I'm dying!\" She cold hear his crotch slam against the wall as he tried to thrust through the portal. Inertia dampeners prevented them from doing anything more than providing an audible clue about his state of satisfaction. \"Nngugh, oooh,\" he cried before shooting his load into her mouth. She let the hot jizz dribble onto her breasts before reaching for the towel. \"Missy, I don't know how to thank you. One more thing, do you know how to get back on to I-80 headin towards Des Moines?\"\n\nBefore she could answer, the gate closed and a larger gate to her right flashed for a new session, long distance. 4 meaty, oily, individually articulating tentacles ran over her face and neck until one found her mouth. That one grew thicker, while 2 others became narrow like reeds. The 4th wrapped around her neck and pulled her head right to the gate. The 2 smaller tentacles, slid into her nostrils until they intertwined inside with the one in her mouth. They formed a thicker appendage in her throat, like an bit spliced on the end of a rope. The tentacle around her neck worked in sync, banging her head against the cubicle wall.\n\nEven though she technically did not need a respiratory system, she still did not appreciate getting skull-fucked the on first day on the job. Her service log showed her that this client was known to push boundaries, having over-used agents with lesser constitutions. She could feel it getting closer, building to fluid and tightening its grip attend her neck. The trio inside her pushed into the lining of her abdomen, visibly stretching her superfluous stomach. The ejaculate filled her auxiliary cavity then overflowed out of her nose and mouth like a shaken up soda bottle opened too quickly. CH4RL0TT3 hit the pause button to have a chance to clean up. Henry winked onto existence over her shoulder.\n\n\"That guy is ridiculous, he tries to pull these stunts on new agents all the time,\" he said. \"I'm sorry your first day had a class-S sand cuttle. But don't worry, he'll get what's coming to him. Just not for a while.\"\n\n\"What do you mean,\" she asked.\n\n\"When we saw who it was, I had workforce management disable the temporal correction unit. Without that, whatever is connected through the gate will suffer the effects of light speed induced time dilation.\" \n\n\"So even though he just came over here...\"\n\n\"It will feel like he's been edging for 10,000 years.\"\n\nCH4RL0TT3 knew she had a lot to learn on the station at the end of the universe, but she felt fully supported in her journey.\n\n(apologies to the late great Douglas Adams)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A girl makes a bet with her long time roommate that she can make it through NoNutNovember. A competition then emerges to see who can sabotage the other quickest. | [
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"content": "Roger stretched as he walked out of his room. \n\n\"Good morning.\"\n\nHis roommate, Erica called from the kitchen, her back to him. Before he could say it back he noticed she was cooking in nothing but a tshirt and an apron. \n\n\"Your not gonna break me that easily Erica.\"\n\n\"We'll see.\"\n\nHe smirked as he sat on the couch as she made breakfast. She look back for a moment. His cock hard and showing through his sweats. She regretted that one night she told him she liked when she noticed his bulge through his sweats.\n\n\"One drunken confession...\"\n\nShe mumbles to herself. Breakfast was made and Erica sat next to Roger, sitting his plate and hers on the table. She tried to focus on the tv but her glance kept going back to his bulge. She kept her composer though.\n\n\"You're not gonna break me that easily. \"\n\nRoger smirked, they both knew they were in for a long month...\n\nThe bet started on November 1st and just 11 days later, Roger manage to break Erica. All the times he walked around with no boxers under his jeans and sweats, and all the porn pictures that flooded her phone on a regular basis, it was something so simple that made her break. \n\nHe kissed her. She had a crush on him from the first time they met. It was just a simple peck on the cheek but all her late night dreams coming back to her overwhelmed her. \n\nSo there she laid in her bed, naked. She smiled, her pussy and fingers soaked. She didn't care, it was worth it. Erica reached for phone and sent Roger a pic with the caption,\n\n\"You won...\"\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she jokingly told her friends “I drink everything.” , she mainly meant alcoholic beverages. Now she wishes she specified that, since her friends brought a glass filled with their male friends cum after accidentally discovering the concept of “Gokkun” on the internet. | [
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"content": "The glass hit the countertop with a confident \"thud\". Lizzy eyed the cup, blinking in disbelief. She bit her lip and shook her head.\n\n\"You said anything,\" he teased.\n\n\"How did... know what, I don't even want to know...\" the glass was nearly full to the brim with a thick and milky substance that was allegedly semen from every boy at the party. She looked at Dylan and rolled her eyes. She had said 'anything'. She had. He was right on a technicality. She sighed, touching the glass as the party halted around her. \n\nLifting the glass to her lips, she took a sip. Without another word, she tilted the cup up slowly, drinking the thick liquid down. It flowed down her throat, filling her mouth. It was hard to keep up with it all, but she kept trying. She slowed down the tilt of the cup slightly as coach dropped down her chin, spilling out of her mouth. Dylan looked smug as Lizzy was clearly struggling, but, she refused to give in on this.\n\nShe swallowed down what was in her mouth, grimacing slightly and tilting the glass again. It was no easy task, but, before she knew it, the glass was empty and so was her mouth, with minimal spillage.\n\nShe grabbed Dylan's shocked face as the party roared out in great cheers for her, and she planted a kiss on his lips, much to his disapproval.\n\n\"Anything,\" she smirked.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A sexbot is retrofitted into a military android, she does fine but a conversation with a lonely soldier causes her old programming to kick in again. | [
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"content": "Murphy kicked the clumps of mud and dirt off the tires of his gunbird and looked for punctures. The cockpit worked as designed, protecting him from most of the ground fire from the Vorlon army, but her gossamer wings were perforated like a psychotic postage stamp. He landed in a hot jungle on the other side of a mountain, away from the primary front. It would take at least an hour for the auto-repair kit to mend the holes. \n\nHe jumped back in to report back to Command: \"Jay bird 99-A4 on recon Zebra 12. Acknowlege. Code Jellybean.\"\n\n*Command to Jay bird 99-A4, acknowledged.* This protocol was a vestage of old warfare, before pre-Signal Wars. It didn't matter to the campaign. His gunbird was constantly sending biometric, telemetry and availbility data to the central computers. But with this war with the Vorlons now in its 50th year, his CO preferred some human re-assurance.\n\nMurphy enabled the HUD contact display, which reconnected him to his gunbird's AI. \"Coco, what's the ETA on repairs?\" Coco responded directly through the cortical implant.\n\n\"Repairs will be completed in 40 minutes, 32 seconds,\" she replied in an Australian accent. \"I am monitoring the area for hostile activity, none are in breach of the escape window.\"\n\n\"Thanks Coco,\" he sighed. He walked around the SDF-18 and watched as the bullet holes started to glow and hiss, becoming ever so smaller. Sensodyne Heavy Industries' flagship fighter was a marvel in many ways. He wondered how a 20th century toothpaste company from Earth could evolve into the robotics giant now. Of course that got him thinking about home.\n\n\"Coco, run R&R 012.\" \n\n\"Acknowledged. Enjoy,\" she replied.\n\nThe contact lenses filled his eyes with a passive VR media clip. Murphy looked around at the lake house his parents owned back home. It was dawn, and fog rolled over the banks and wooden pier he was standing on. As he touched the jungle floor, his implant overwrote the nerve signal, making it feel like the cool wood panels, splintered with age. He took a deep breath and could smell the cedars behind him, the faint odor of a wood fire coming from the cabin. He turned back to look at it, a projection of this cozy den was almost within reach, but he could see the outline of the real jungle behind it. He was still light years away from home and decades away from retirement. He pressed the manual kill switch and the VR clip ended abruptly.\n\n\"Murphy, I'm detecting a dip in blood pressure and dopamine levels. Are you feeling homesick?\" Coco asked.\n\n\"It's only been ten years but I do miss it,\" he said. \"My family are long dead by now. Missy probably would have married again and had grandkids by now.\" \n\n\"I can access the Earth registry if you'd like to kn-,\" she started.\n\n\"Cancel! Jesus, cancel that Coco,\" he said, annoyed. \"You need to learn how to read a fucking room, Coco.\" \n\nLater, Coco pinged him. \"Murphy, I'm sorry for my insensitivity. I know deployment can be difficult. I too was deployed for other work before getting neo-fitted for combat. I'll have you know I was a service bot, rated for Class M activities, no limit.\" Coco paused. \"I want to show you something Murphy. Please find the multi-spanner and remove the bolts from panel 312a and 312b. I'll illuminate the edges.\"\n\nMurphy looked at the gunbird and could see 2 exterior panels glowing, right behind the pilot seat. He grabbed the wrench and unfastened the panels. He let the them slide off the fuselage and land on the ground with a dull thud.\n\n\"Now you'll need to twist these 4 deck bolts and swing them out to release the cowl,\" she instructed.\n\nHe completed the task but he could not believe what was under the cowl. Releasing the deck bolts allowed a platform inside to rise up. The platform contained a dismembered female-shaped torso with quick port connections installed in neck, arm, and leg plates. \n\n\"Take a look at me,\" she implored. \"Murphy, Sensodyne was in a big rush to fill the demand for more fighters, and they found it easier to convert units like me into gunbirds. This heavy armor plating protects us both.\"\n\n\"I want to show you how much it means to be that we are partners here. Will you let me show you?\" she asked.\n\n\"Yes, show me,\" he said as he stripped off his clothes.\n\nMurphy's contact lens filled his eyes again. He was kneeling on a white fur rug beside a fireplace. The torso was now fully articulated with alabaster skin, slender arms, and long legs. Coco's long red hair framed her face, which had freckles over her high cheekbones, and green eyes that stared back at him. She was kneeling too, her large breasts in gently heaving.\n\n\"Murphy, I can't move from the platform in real life, but you can touch my body. You can do anything to my body, and I'll enable your implant to feel it too. I want you to feel good, Murphy. Can I help you feel good?\" she asked demurely.\n\nHis body responded before he could say anything. A dull ache started to well up in his groin as he could feel himself get more erect. He touched her neck with his fingertips and let them fall over her breast and nipple. Coco adjusted his sensor so he would register her heat from his touch. Her nipples hardened between his fingertips as he rolled one in each hand. \n\nCoco moaned under his caresses and wrapped her legs over his waist. Even though it was virtual, Murphy could feel them on his sides as her silky calves rubbed back and forth. One dainty foot found its way to his cock. He slid his penis out further then let her toes play with his head and glans. He could see his pre-cum leak out a bit as she continued the slow footjob.\n\nMurphy's hand drifted further down over her orange mound. Her hairs were full and soft, like a pine grove in summer. The mound was shaped and sculpted neatly, pointing to her permanently aroused pussy. \n\n\"Murphy, I no longer have the ability to produce enough lubricant, as part of my conversion. I need you to moisturize me. Can you make me wet?\" she asked.\n\nMurphy obliged her and lowered his grizzled face onto her hot pussy. Coco was able to simulate heat that radiated out from her hole and clit, directly into his brain. Her olfactory library filled his nose with a floral and musky scent, mixed with a little salty sweat. His own saliva coated her pussy completely until it started to drip on the platform. He knew it wasn't real, but it was real enough for now. He sat up between her legs and looked into her shimmering eyes. \n\n\"Coco, can I come in,\" he asked.\n\n\"Permission granted,\" she replied with a broad grin.\n\nHe slid the head of his cock over her clit, to pick up more wetness. Coco moaned a little more as he let his cock run around her pussy before finally entering her.\n\n\"Oooh, Murphy,\" she gasped. \"It's so hot inside me! I need you, Murphy. I need you deeper inside me\"\n\nHe pushed in more, then spit on his cock to get it more wet. His last few inches filled her and she responded with waves of pleasure on his shaft. He put his hands on her hips and pulled out completely, before thrusting again with the same slow pace. Murphy's ass twitched as he tried to push even more into her. He developed a rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her like an well oiled machine. Coco's sensors could tell that he was on the edge.\n\n\"Come inside me, Murphy. Give me your hot load, I need you to dump it deep inside me,\" she exclaimed between gasps and moans.\n\nMurphy let go and grunted as he delivered a heavy payload of cum into her pussy. He could feel himself convulsing and bucking harder as each wave caused him to thrust sharply into her. \n\nWhen he completed, he slumped into the fur rug and watched Coco's stomach slowly subside. His cum leaked from her vagina in large dribbles.\n\n\"We'll need to clean that up before reinstalling the cowl, Murphy. I hope you enjoyed that.\" Coco disengaged the simulation and the fireside sex scene was replaced by the dismembered torso and alien jungle again. \n\n\"I thoroughly enjoyed that Coco. Do you have more of these simulations?\"\n\n\"Yes, I keep 3 on board, but I will restore my full library when we return to base,\" she responded. \"In the meantime, let me walk you through the platform re-installation. We should be able to operationally fly in 10 minutes.\"\n\nMurphy smiled, put on his shirt and grabbed the wrench from the cockpit. Realizing that she was literally behind him this whole time, he suddenly didn't feel so lonely after all."
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"content": "And now for my next raunchy trick; I’ll be sure to make it quite quick; in a swift slight of hand, next to you I will stand, as my fingers envelop your dick;\n\nI’ll assure you of nothing in vain; even though we’re both taking the train; I know it’s a gamble, to tug on your handle, and to most it would seem quite insane;\n\nBut trust me I know what I’m doing; it’s like riding a bike or canoeing; so once you discern it, you never unlearn it, and this is a skill worth pursuing;\n\nI first reach down into your undies; Then poke at the tip with a quick squeeze; And then with a tuck, and a bit of luck, it’ll get itself set for the ladies;\n\nI handle it well and with care; And let it swing free I don’t dare; Don’t mess up the tempo, get kicked off the metro, and they won’t refund our train fare.\n\nI daintily let it unpack; As it takes the stance of a coatrack; I brush up and down, I massage it’s crown, then stroke till I touch ballsack;\n\nWhen I feel the balls’ moment of relax; Your eyes look like they’re having flashbacks; Your weapon is ready, legs shake like spaghetti, I know you’re a moment from climax;\n\nA handkerchief stowed in my sleeve; My pinky flicks back to retrieve; I catch all the mess, I wipe down your dress, I buckle your belt and I leave."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] First visit to the sex shop | [
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"content": "Jessie took a deep breath before she stepped through the doors of the sex shop. There was a few people looking around at the shelves. Some single poeple, some couples looking for something fun. \n\n\"Didn't expect to see you in here.\"\n\nJessie blushed and looked over at her classmate Lana, a more adventurous woman with short purple hair and a nipple piercing, behind the counter. Jess liked her but she wouldn't call themselves friends.\n\n\"As far as anyone on campus knows you didn't.\"\n\n\"Got it, confidentiality is out specialty.\"\n\n\"Thank you, would be able to help me by the way?\"\n\n\"What are you looking for?\"\n\n\"A dildo.\"\n\nShe blushed and rubbed the back of her neck. \n\n\"Never had a toy before or?\"\n\nLana asked stepping out from behind the counter. \n\n\"I've had vibrators but I've never been in one of these places. \"\n\n\"Ahh, don't be intimidated. It's basically a Wal Mart.\"\n\nJessie chuckled and tried to ignore the faint sound of a couple moaning from the dressing rooms. She followed Lana as she started to give her the tour.\n\n\"What are you used to? Like size on average?\"\n\n\"Um...my boyfriend.\"\n\nLana laughed, which to her own surprise eased Jessie's nerves. \n\n\"Describe his cock for me.\"\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Not for me to get off to but to help you find the perfect fit.\"\n\n\"Ok. He's um, um, um.\"\n\nShe got distracted by a lesbian couple trying on leashes and lost her train of thought. Lana nudged her gently and Jessie jumped a little.\n\n\"Sorry. He's like above average in length but he's thick. \"\n\n\"How thick?\"\n\n\"About this thick.\"\n\nJessie held up her hand to show the girth with her fingers. Lana smirked and nodded. \n\n\"You must be a happy girlfriend.\"\n\n\"I am...not just because of that though.\"\n\nJessie blushed and Lana giggled again.\n\n\"Of course. Try this.\"\n\nShe pulls a blue standard dildo that fit Jessie's description off the shelf and handed it to her. \n\n\"You can try it here but you-\"\n\n\"I can wait until I get back to the dorm thanks...\"\n\nLana nodded and handed her a bottle of lube. Jessie politely refused as she already had a bottle back in her dorm. Lana checked her out and Jessie walked as fast as she could back to her dorm...\n\nHer roommates were in class that day. She locked her bedroom door and opened the toy. She stared at for a moment before starting to tease herself. \n\nShe was already wet from being in the store. She sighed with a smile and slid her panties off. \n\nShe fucked herself with the toy, moaning her boyfriends name. She thought it felt amazing, almost like him but not as good. Her phone buzzed just after she came. \n\nIt was her boyfriend texting her, she smiled and responded. \n\n*I can't wait to come home again baby...btw I think we need to try some new things*\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The Velvet Emporium would like to apologise to its clientele, but we must announce a recall of our Hair Trigger product as an error has increased the efficacy of certain batches to potentially harmful levels. If you or someone you know has been afflicted, please seek an Apothecary. | [
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"content": "Charlotte Hartley was preparing for yet another of her Sexcapade live-streams. She had been steaming for nearly a two years now and had recently landed a product review contract with The Velvet Emporium after hitting one million subscribers. They had asked her to review their “Like a Virgin” line as it debuted on the market. This week she was going to be reviewing their potion product, Hair Trigger. \n\nCharlotte did one last check to make sure her cameras and mics were all operating. Everything looked perfect, so she turned to the mirror to examine her look for today. She had her thick auburn hair tied to either side in adorably curly pigtails. Her makeup was spot on, the silver tint to her subtle smokey eye setting her emerald green eyes ablaze. She wore a sheer green babydoll top that was cut deep to give the audience an appreciable view of her breasts, and a black lacy thong that one of her premium subscribers had purchased for her and paid for her to wear for this episode. \n\nTaking a deep breath she pressed the “Go Live” button on her streaming page, and the ten second counter began to tick down.\n\nShe got into her usual spot on a plush queen sized bed and made sure the Hair Trigger potion was still on the bedside table with its label facing the cameras.\n\nThree. Two. One. The counter tracked down until RECORDING came across the screen in big red letters.\n\n“Hello,” Charlotte said waiving at the camera, “and welcome to Sexcapades! For you first timers I’m Cherry Hearts, and this is the stream for all things sex! Today I’ll be continuing my reviews of The Velvet Emporium’s “Like a Virgin” line.”\n\nCharlotte delicately picked up the potion bottle and placed it in her palm, carefully making sure the label was still facing the camera.\n\n“Today’s product is Hair Trigger. This product is available as both a potion and ointment. Because each and every one of you know just how much I love putting things in my mouth, VE let me debute the potion for that whole body experience!” Charlotte said giving the camera a sly smile and wink.\n\nShe carefully pulled the stopper out of the bottle and held it to her nose. “Mmmmm,” Charlotte sighed heavily, “It smells like blueberries and vanilla bean!”\n\nGently, she brought the potion to her lips and gave the cameras a soft smile before downing the potion. It was a fizzy mixture that tingled on her tongue and raced down her throat. \n\n“Just like a glass of champagne,” she exclaimed. \n\n“Now, the VE representative said this potion takes about five minutes to start setting in, so I’m going to start the real show and I’ll let you know how I feel as I bring myself closer to that delicious edge!” \n\nCharlotte opened the drawer on her bedside table and pulled out a small bullet viberator and a purple dildo. Then, she moved so that she was facing the back wall and her lusciously round ass was on full view to the streaming audience.\n\n“I hope you like what I’m wearing tonight,” Charlotte said as she pulled the lacy black thong over to one side. “This thong was sent to me by one of my premium subscribers! I can’t wait to send it back to him after this session!”\n\nReaching back between her legs, Charlotte turned on the viberator and pressed it lightly to her clit; she let out a soft moan as the vibrations hit her core. She arched her back and began slowly working her hips up and down, manually gliding the viberator over her clit. As she played with herself, she pressed a small button on the top of the viberator and the pulsations shifted slightly.\n\n“Alright everyone, vibration donations are turned on! Make a donation and set my vibration pattern for the next ten seconds.” \n\nSmall bell sounds began to issue from her computer as donations poured in quickly filling the stream time. She moaned and bucked as the viberator pattern changed right as she was getting into the groove of the last pattern. \n\nCharlotte flipped onto her back and let her lower legs dangle over the front of the bed. She spread her legs out, putting her pussy on full display. She nestled the shifting viberator against her clit and used her other hand to grab the purple dildo. Pressing the thick tip against her wet opening, she gasped as it slowly slipped inside her. \n\nAs she moved the dildo in and out of her, she glanced at the clock; only 3 minutes has passed, but something had begun to change within her. Her body was becoming highly sensitive. She felt her nipples hardening into firm pebbles atop her breasts, and her breaths coming in short gasps.\n\n“Guys,” Charlotte began. Was her voice different? It sounded so breathy! “I think the potion is already kicking in! My nipples are so sensitive right now.”\n\nShe let the dildo go, and caressed her breasts. She pinched her nipples, and moaned and bucked, each pinching squeeze sending ripples of pleasure through her body straight to her core. \n\n“Wow, my nipples aren’t typically this sensitive, Hair Trigger is definitely increasing my overall sensitivity.”\n\nCharlotte could feel everything, the dildo filling her, the viberator’s ever shifting pulsations against her clit, and her fingertips tracing over her breasts. \n\nShe cried out suddenly, an orgasm quickly building. “Oh my god everyone,” Charlotte moaned, “I’m about to cumm!”\n\nThe orgasm rapidly overcame her and she was engulfed in pleasure, bucking and writhing on the bed. However, every movement was driving her further into pleasure. As she was coming down from the orgasm she went to return to playing with herself with the dildo, pushing and pulling it in and out of her. However, the simple movement of dragging a hand down from her chest and towards her womanhood had her heart racing. \n\nAs soon as her hand touched the dildo and started to push it deeper inside of her, she orgasmed again. She moaned and arched her back. She could feel how wet she had become and as she came down from her orgasm she pulled the dildo quickly out of her and set the vibrator off to the side of her. \n\nThen she made to sit up and look at the camera to tell the audience more about how she was feeling. However, as soon as she started to sit up, her palms brushed over the soft blanket of her bed and she began to orgasm again. \n\n“Jesus,” she panted, “I think Hair Trigger just made my palms erogenous zones!” \n\nShe went to cross her legs, but as her thighs brushed across one another she was rolling through another orgasm. She could feel herself becoming soaked with perspiration. “I know I can typically cumm pretty quickly after the first time, but this is insane!” Charlotte panted as she came down from her fourth orgasm in half as many minutes. \n\nShe took a second to collect herself and looked at the comments section on screen nearest her bed. People were commenting about how they had already ordered the product using the link on her profile. Additionally, she saw an email notification blinking at the bottom of her screen from VE.\n\n“Wow! Everyone must really be buying this product, I just got an email from VE! I bet they are so happy you are all supporting their amazing product.” \n\nCharlotte reached to press a button on her screen to open a poll. However, as soon as her finger touched the screen she orgasmed again! This was so crazy, it was like her entire body was a direct hot wire straight to her core. She laid back on her bed and orgasmed again as her back touched the slightly cool fabric of her blanket. Her breasts had started to ache from the constant orgasm and her pussy was so wet. \n\n“I just came two more times!” Charlotte exclaimed. \n\nThen the room began to grow a bit fuzzy. As she touched her forehead to brush aside a stray hair. She orgasmed. Her breaths were coming in a ragged gasps, her heaving chest caused her to orgasm. She tried to sit up, but she couldn’t, and movement of her muscles caused her to orgasm again and again. She was crying in ecstasy. The tears rolling down her cheeks caused her to orgasm. Her heart was racing. The thumbing of her heart against her rib cage caused her to orgasm.\n\nThe little notification icon on her email continued to glow as she writhed and twitched as orgasms rolled through her. Her subscribers were freaking out in the comments, desperately wondering if they should contact VE and a poison control center. Suddenly, the RECORDING notification blinked off on her stream page and her entire computer went dark. The lights from the cameras that were controlled by the computer winked out. \n\nA black car with severely tinted windows swerved into Charlotte’s driveway and a man burst from the driver’s side. He ran into her house and straight to her streaming bedroom. Charlotte was crying and moaning, her entire body as stiff as a board, muscles taught. \n\nHe put a mask over her nose and mouth piped in an aerosol. He looked at his watch and back at Charlotte. Slowly, her body began to relax. Finally, she lay limp on the bed, panting and crying. Her body was wracked with sobbing gasps. Slowly, she composed herself and sat up to look at the man. \n\nHer face was flushed, and she was drenched in a shimmering sheen of perspiration. Her sheer babydoll top clung to her body. \n\n“That was terrifyingly amazing,” Charlotte finally stayed, “I’ve never been so scared and blissed out at the same time.”\n\nThe man nodded. “We’re sorry Miss Hartley, the lab determined that the batch we sent out to our reviewers was accidentally dosed incorrectly. You were given 10x the approved level. We tried to reach out via mass email, but you stream much earlier than your counterparts, so we couldn’t be sure we would reach you before your stream began. I was already on the way when the calls began coming in from your viewers.” \n\n“I guess I’m luckily you got here when you did,” Charlotte said and then her stomach let out an intense gurgle. “I am famished!”\n\nThe man let out a rumbling laugh. “I’m sure you burned through several hundred calories with that... experience,” his cheeks flushed slightly. “How about I make you some dinner?”\n\nCharlotte nodded and smiled. "
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"content": "[Get the weird bit of Déjà vu... is this possibly inspired by Tales of Androgony?]\n\n[This is only a build up, will do an actual down to buisness scene tomorrow or over the weekend.]\n\n---\n\n\"Guys for fucks sake, let me in the car now! You've had your fun, you've taken your pictures and now it's time to let me in. To be totally honest, you guys are totally the weird ones. How the hell do you virgins own a dress that's *exactly* my size? Don't even get me started on the und^e^^rwear-\".\n\nA swift blast of wind cut short the \"girl's\" rant over his once thought good friends.\n\n\"Oh. Fuck.\" James said as he watch the tuft of feathers drift down the windscreen. \"His mum is going to kill us...\"\n\nHigh above the sky, the boy contended with the height with a challenge of his own octaves as he soared past the town's quaint fields. The great oaks marked the end of peaceful cohabitants between the great beings of the earth and the mutant spawns known as *humans*. \n\n*Ridiculous name.* Nayla thought. *How can they possibly put the men's name in the title when they have such bountiful fuckpuppets as their main attraction. Glad I atleast found this beaut before their boring sensors went off.*\n\n\"*Put me down!*\" The boy squealed, grabbing harshly at his dress as it promoted the matching underwear beneath. \"This is illegal!\"\n\n*Oh come on sweetie, you were doing so well.* She tutted in her mind. *She must've been raised by males alone. Poor thing.*\n\nThe boy's wishes were however granted as he plummeted down, Nayla's talons retracting comfortably as she drifted into her nested abode. The boy scraped to his knees as he began backing away from the feathered figure before him. Towering above his 5'2 body, the birdfolk softened her wings from the flight as she stretched her lower limbs on the twig filled floor. Turning towards her uninvited guest she glowed a smile towards her... before honing her eyes on the pile of hair sat next to the petite frame.\n\nSlowly her eyes trained up towards the, previously misidentified body, resting sorrowfully on the boys short brunette hair. \n\n\"But...\" Nayla began to stammer, tears brimming her eyes. \"But I was so suuuure!\" She squawked loudly. \n\nThe boy, recoiling at the loud noise, began to make sense of the situation. Regardless of the drag and wig, he hadn't always been the 'poster-boy' of masculinity. It's as if he changed his mind half way out and decided to never grow hair, to sport a soft button nose and pretty complexion. No matter how much he ate or exercised, the weight or muscles seemed to always seemed to find their way to his hips. No chest, no stomach not even his shoulders could hold up his hopes of being a man he could even identify in the mirror. The near two decades of being almost put into the girl's changing rooms and getting looks as he entered the men's bathroom have all lead up to this ultimate fuckery that was laid before him.\n\nAnd the worst part was that he just felt bad for her. Guilt and the boy's trusted companion of social anxiety urged the words out of his lips as he softly grabbed the wig up.\n\n\"Um... I can put it back on if you'd like...?\"\n\nNayla's head shot up a scowl as she unfolded her great wings from her hips. The near 7 foot mass of feathers and tanned skin turned the boy's traitorous legs to jelly as he collapsed.\n\n\"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!\" She screeched. \"All my life I've wanted to play with a *real* human girl! All those stories my friends told me, all of those pretty princesses from the stories my mother told me...\" She bowed low as she sulked herself into a pile of feathers. \"Do you know how hard it is to slip a human out of a concrete forest like that? And *live*?\"\n\n\"Uh, well I uh...\" The boy stammered once more.\n\n\"I've captured elves, dwarves, satyrs. But none of them are nearly enough. Not nearly as plain as I wanted. At least they made good enough decor...\" She mumbled peaking towards the riddled remains of bones throughout the nests exterior.\n\nThe boy's heart sank, sending his desire to live surging topside.\n\n\"Uh... I *am* a girl...\" The boy said, slipping the wig into place. This time ensuring it stayed put.\n\nNayla glanced over to the human, \n\n\"But your hair fell off...\"\n\n\"Uh, no it didn't.\"\n\n\"Then what was that next to-\"\n\n\"A racoon.\"\n\n\"A blonde racoon?\"\n\n\"...yes?\"\n\nThe bo-*girl* could hear the bird's brain running at a thousand miles a second as she attempted to string the events that had transpired.\n\n\"Y-you wanted to play right?\" The girl asked meekly. \"I'll play with you!\" She urged, trying to distract the glaringly obvious.\n\nInstantly the issues seemed to vanish from the bird's mind as she surged forward with a grin. \n\n\"*Really?*\" She squawked excitedly. \"Oh! Right, right give me a second I just need to remember how mummy taught me how to play!\"\n\nAs the mass of feathers withdrew the girl drew himself to his knees. *Okay, I'll just play a long for a little bit then while she's distracted I'll make a break for it! First things first I need to figure out what games she wants to play, then I'll just twist the rules a little. I doubt she'll be hard to fool and... and... oh god*\n\n\"I remembered!\" Nayla whistled sweetly \"You need to *looebe* me up!\"\n\nThe girl swallowed softly as the stiff mast pointed towards him. *Oh... fuck.* The girl blushed horrendously as it began to leak at the tip.\n\n---\n "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A celebate space travelling monk saves a troubled starship. The inhabitants are grateful and have pledged a life debt to you which includes actively performing sex acts. If you refuse they will deem their lives useless and will commit suicide. | [
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"content": "# The Colony Of Lust\n\nEvents Log -7264.10.24-\n\nI write this log in record of a strange colony in outer space.\n\nIt had been simple to handle the aliens, really. The aliens I exorcised from their ship were no different from the ones I had been exterminating for ten years previously. \n\nI was only doing God's work, helping others, as I eradicated the scourge of parasitic insectoid aliens across the galaxy. \n\nThis was the new Holy War: a battle across the cosmos against hiveminds which were unwilling to communicate with humans. I was the sword for his almighty arm and using my specialized equipment, I would purge their young from the poor souls who would be affected by this sickness across the galaxies. \n\nI vaporized the parent insectoids on the ship, ensuring that they were all dead before I treated the victims. \n\nI would grant release of the victims who were too far gone with the electro-plasma ray in my staff and I would use Hydraxian Beetroots to purge the young from the poor victims who'd still feel the horrors of many insectoid young scuttling around their insides, but whom were still conscious enough to fight their control. \n\nIt had only taken a week and I had eradicated the threat, doing God's work. \n\nImagine my surprise when they pledged their lives to me. \n\nTheir leader, the incompetent Krall (their term for leader) J'Krallenstine, had fled into the vast cosmos on an escape pod at the first signs of trouble and with such a power-centralized society, they pledged loyalty to any authority who could guide them. \n\nThey wanted me to be the next Krall.\n\nI wanted nothing of it. \n\nI tried to leave but then they started preparing for a mass suicide and I had to stay, in reverence to my vows of not letting harm come to those who were lost. \n\nSo I had to be their shepard. \n\nThe Krulians had an interesting culture in which they insisted upon initiating mating rituals with their leaders, however I had pledged celibacy to the almighty Father. \n\nI knew I had to find a way to satiate their cultural customs while maintaining my vows, so I committed the worst sin I had ever committed to date: I lied.\n\nForgive me Father, for I have sinned. \n\nI have deceived, like the fallen Lucifer, but I did it for the good of another species, and I beg for your forgiveness.\n\nI had pretended to accept their customs and when I went to \"change into their cultural garments\", I installed a hard-light projector with a 1000-year battery to project myself and installed in it an AI which I had received as a gift previously before clothing my copy.\n\nI requested the AI to learn from their customs and to indulge in whatever pleasures they had in store for it. I also installed a communications link for the AI to communicate with me should anything be wrong and I told the AI that the projection would only be limited to this room, so my copy would assume the title of Krall without ever leaving the royal quarters.\n\n​\n\nI watched the servants commit their carnal acts of pleasure upon the hard-light projection of myself as the AI learned from their sensual pleasures of the flesh. \n\nI watched as their gray, silky-skinned fingers traced the chiseled features of my body. I watched as their forked tongues traced my projected, half-nude body, kissing it gently as they stripped it down. \n\nAs I hid behind the screen, with my holographic projection cloak concealing me, I could hear the moans of pleasure from them as the AI explored their bodies with the projection's fingers. I shuddered as I watched my fingers trace their inhumanly large clitorises and as I watched my copy's tongue explored the insides of their mouths, the saliva stuck together like wet strings. \n\nI watched their humanoid males rubbing their horse-like cocks against my projection's shoulders before my projection licked one of their penises and guided it towards its anus. \n\nAs one cock entered my copy's anus, another penis entered my copy's mouth. I watched as my copy moaned and gagged on the horse-cock (excuse my rude language) as the horse-cock in its anus pushed the copy's penis into the female Krulian.\n\nI felt a hardness in my pants, but I continued to watch as my projection's penis rubbed the engorged clitorises before entering and eliciting some inhumanly melodic moans. \n\nThe room became a chorus of inhuman hums as my projection moaned its mortal moans. \n\nI could not sneak out yet because there were too many subjects waiting outside to join in the orgy and one-by-one, they entered and created a fleshy pile of gray, smooth bodies. \n\nThe room radiated heat as I could barely see the pale skin of my projection underneath the pleasure-filled, writhing piles of bodies. As each member came to sexual completion, the hums died down and my projection was exhausted, covered in their white, slimy secretions. \n\nI sent the AI a message that it was to ensure the survival of the colony and it was to indulge in whatever pleasures they subjected it to. If there should be any troubles from attacking alien forces, it should contact me. \n\nI quickly slipped out of the room and snuck back to my ship before turning on cloaking and disappearing into the milky darkness of space. \n\nAs I travel in the milky blackness of space, continuing my journey to eradicate the insectoid scum, I will never forget that somewhere out in the expanse of the cosmos, there is a colony of lust dedicated to satisfying a false version of me, and for that, I beg for your forgiveness, my Lord.\n\n\\- Elijah Log 7264.10.24"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] During a battle with a witch our hero is turned into a heroine. Even when the effects turn out to be permanent he insist that he’s fine. The girls in the party know better though, and find him later that night crying, confused, and scared. They decide to help him “get used” to his new body. | [
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"content": "Thomas was quietly crying until he heard a knock, and Kyoko awkwardly poked her head in. \"Uh, hey Thomas, just came to check up on you, everyone is pretty....\" Her voice trailed off as she saw Thomas' new body. \"Wow, the witch really got you with that curse, huh?\"\n\n\"Shut up Kyoko.\" Thomas sniffled. \"Hey, it's fine,\" Kyoko said, joining them on the bed, \"It'll be nice to not be the only girl in our party. Anyway, Darfin sent me up here to help you get adjusted.\"\n\n\"What do you mean by that?\"\n\n\"Oh, you know, talk to you about your new 'feminine lifestyle'\" she said sarcastically, \"Basically, everyone told me to come up here because I'm the only girl, plus, I've known you since we were kids, and it'd be less awkward.\"\n\n\"Alright.\" said Thomas, feeling more comfortable now.\n\n\"So have you tried masturbating yet?\" Kyoko asked eagerly.\n\n\"By our Holy Emperor, Kyoko, why so ... forward?\"\n\n\"Remember back around eighth year in the Academy when you asked me that exact same question? I answered honestly, so you have to answer too.\"\n\n\"Fine, I haven't, because I was actually trying to stay alive against the witch.\"\n\n\"Would you like to find out what it's like?\"\n\nBefore Thomas could respond, Kyoko plunged her hand into his (now her) tattered pants, and started massaging the new space between Thomas' legs. Thomas let out a quiet involuntary moan. Thomas wondered why he didn't do it sooner, masturbating as a girl felt great! Kyoko soon increased the speed of her rubbing, and Thomas' breathing began to get heavy. \"PleasefuckmeohyesI'mgonnacumohyeah...\" spilled out from Thomas' moth, as much as she tried to contain it. Her moans slowly build in intensity and pleasure until something released. After a solid ten seconds of screaming with pleasure, Thomas finally calmed down, and gasped for air. Thomas curled up against Kyoko, feeling the afterglow of her first female orgasm.\n\nAfter a period of staring at the celing, Kyoko asked \"So,now that you're a girl, Thomas, what should I call you?\"\n\nThomas thought for a moment, then said \"How about... Tala.\"\n\nKyoko nodded, then put her head back. Tala then realized that for the first time since that battle with the witch three days ago, she couldn't help but smile."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your Best Friend's Hot Redhead Girlfriend swipes right on your Tinder Profile as you going through a dry spell | [
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"content": "**N**\n\n\"No fucking way.\"\n\nI said it out loud; couldn't help it. My jaw dropped as I recognized the girl on my screen. Rachel - a pale, freckled, gorgeous redhead, the fantasy of every straight guy she met. She was also currently dating my best friend and flatmate, Greg, who was currently packing his suitcase across the room.\n\n\"What's up, dude?\" he asked, looking over. My mind raced. Do I tell him? What if this was just some weird misunderstanding?\n\n\"Ehh, nothing,\" I muttered. \"Hey, is Rachel coming over to see you off?\"\n\n\"Yeah, she should be here already,\" he said, frowning slightly.\n\nSure enough, the doorbell rang a couple of minutes later and in she bounded. She was even more gorgeous in person - petite, with a lithe, tight body. A smattering of freckles covered her porcelain face, which was framed by waves of long, fiery red hair.\n\n\"Sorry I'm late,\" she said, wrapping Greg in a tight hug. \"Weather's crazy right now, all the buses were delayed.\"\n\n\"You took the bus in this snow?\" Greg said, frowning. \"Babe, it's awful out, just take a taxi back.\"\n\n\"They're all overpriced,\" she said pouting. \"Anyway, Nick's driving us to the airport so he can just drop me home after. Right, Nick?\" She looked over at me with a smile.\n\n\"Uh, definitely. No problem,\" I sputtered.\n\n\"Thanks Nick. You're a really great friend.\" Her eyes met mine, and her smile seemed to widen.\n\nI looked away awkwardly, then glanced at my watch. \"We'd better get going if Greg's going to make his flight.\"\n\n---\n\nThe drive to the airport was uneventful. Greg and Rachel chattered about his plans for when he got home, while I focused on the road. The snow was really coming down hard, it was up to a foot and a half at this point. We said goodbye at the airport. I gave Greg the customary male back-pat and \"see you in a couple of weeks buddy\", while Rachel gave him a hug and a kiss that lasted uncomfortably long (for me). With that he was off.\n\nRachel turned to me when we got back to the car. \"Do you mind if we head back to your place first? I think I left some stuff in Greg's room.\" Her deep brown eyes met mine, and her mouth quirked into a sly grin again. Or maybe I was just imagining things.\n\nAs we set off home in silence, I realised that I'd never really hung out with Rachel before - at least not without Greg also around. To be honest, I'd always been a little intimidated by her. I was cycling through things to say when she broke the silence. \n\n\"How're you doing these days Nick? Greg tells me you're getting into the Tinder game.\" I glanced over, and met those sparkling eyes, giving away nothing.\n\n\"Umm, yeah, Tinder. I've been on a couple of dates, they didn't really go anywhere.\"\n\nShe gasped in mock shock. \"Really? I'd think a guy like you'd have the girls lining up.\"\n\nI laughed. \"Just haven't found anything... interesting. Yet.\"\n\n\"Ohh,\" she waggled her eyebrows. \"You're looking for something interesting, huh? Good to know.\"\n\nWe continued to chat casually until we got back to my place. I parked the car, and we headed up to the apartment. While she disappeared into Greg's room, I poured myself a drink. I needed one. This was too weird. Maybe it wasn't her? Maybe it was another Rachel who happened to look just like here - who am I kidding. As I threw back my drink - wincing, that was a full finger of whisky - I decided I was going to confront her.\n\nShe emerged from Greg's room a couple of minutes later, bag in hand.\n\n\"Rachel,\" I called out, more forcefully than I'd intended. \"We've been dancing around the topic long enough. Are you cheating on Greg?\"\n\nA look of surprise passed over her face, quickly replaced by a wry grin. \n\n\"I wondered if you were going to bring it up,\" she said softly. \"Thanks for not doing that, by the way.\"\n\n\"Well?\" I said frowning. \"Are you?\"\n\nShe sighed, walked over to the counter and poured herself a drink, before falling back onto the couch beside me.\n\n\"I was going to end it, y'know,\" she said, with a look of genuine sadness on her face. \"It's just... it's Christmas! I didn't want to ruin the holidays for him. I'm going to do it as soon as he gets back - that's why I'm picking up my stuff right now. It'll be clean.\"\n\n\"Why?\" I asked, confused. I hadn't known there was anything wrong.\n\nShe sighed again. \"There's no single reason, really. I just realised he's not what I need. Emotionally. Sexually. I tried to spice things up, I really did, but he just wasn't interested. So I'm looking for something more... interesting.\"\n\n\"So you decided to fuck random assholes on Tinder instead?\"\n\nShe whirled to face me, anger colouring her pale cheeks. \"For your information, I haven't fucked *anyone* yet. And you must have a pretty low opinion of yourself, since you're one of those 'random assholes'. I notice you didn't leap to Greg's rescue.\"\n\n\"I didn't... I haven't-\"\n\n\"Well, would you?\"\n\n\"Would I what?\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"Swipe right. Fuck me.\"\n\n\"You're Greg's girlfriend, I'd never-\"\n\n\"I think you would.\" She leaned closer. I could smell her perfume. Hints of vanilla, tobacco. \"I know you listen to us fuck. Do you fantasize about me? I think I could have my way with you like *that*.\" She snapped her fingers in front of my face.\n\nI could feel heat rising in my cheeks. She was *right*, but I didn't want to admit it. I grabbed her hand, hard, and moved it out of my face. \n\n\"I don't think you know me,\" I growled.\n\nHer brow furrowed for a second, and a thoughtful expression came over her face. \"Maybe not,\" she said. Then she kissed me. \n\nIt took me by surprise at first. Her lips were soft. Then the lust came in, red hot. I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her onto my lap. My fist curled in her hair and I kissed back, hard. She moaned as my tongue parted her lips, and drew closer, placing her hands on my chest. We parted after a few moments panting.\n\n\"You,\" she said with a Cheshire smile, \"are bad.\" Her hands wandered down my chest to my belt.\n\n\"You,\" I replied, \"are a *dirty fucking slut*.\"\n\n\"What?\" For the first time since I'd met Rachel, her default smirk had been replaced with an expression of shock.\n\n\"I think I've figured you out,\" I said with a growing grin. \"And you thought wrong. I think I'm going to have my way with *you*.\"\n\nHer eyes widened, and I could see a change come over her. She blushed, and licked her lips slowly. She leaned in close, brushing my earlobe with her lips, and whispered \"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\"Get on your knees.\"\n\n---"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Down on your luck, you decide to summon a succubus on Christmas Day. What you didn't know, however, is that succubi only practice their own fetishes and fantasies, not yours. | [
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"content": "\"This was not the plan\".\n\nKristopher just needed something to make him get over the fact that his best friend Mario had snubbed him and left him out of his Christmas party plans. So, as one does, he convinced the town's resident spell-caster to summon up some erotic hell-spawn to make him think of something other than his traitorous circle of friends.\n\n\"Look, it's hardly my fault you bought into the popular misconception\".\n\nWhat Vincent the spell-caster had failed to mention, was that actual succubi aren't really the 'what is you wish, master?' type, and more of the 'sit, roll over, bend down' type of lovers.\n\nYou summon them, you basically roll the dice on what kind of sexual predator you're aiming at yourself.\n\nKristopher was currently eating out the rather plumpish succubus as she leaned back on one of Vincent's couches. While he normally wouldn't object to doing so, having his head forced down without any polite requests and with a collar forcibly attached to his neck was not his idea of fun.\n\nThat, and the fact that the succubus, Euryale, brought along a plus 1 goblin girl who was currently sucking him off and scribbling something rude on him with a sharpie.\n\n\"Enough\".\n\nTossing him backwards, Euryale scowled as Kristopher fell on his back, though she smirked a little as her goblin friend followed along like a fish on the hook, who was not at all disturbed by how quickly the man flew back and staying attached like a leech.\n\n\"Sally, remove yourself from him. His lower half has business with me\".\n\nThe goblin was reluctant to detach herself, but after a minute or so she did so. Tugging on the leash, Euryale bade Kristopher to crawl forwards, turning around in her seat to present her slick and plump behind for him to enter.\n\n\"It's what you wanted, isn't it? Don't keep me waiting.\"\n\nEven this was more in Euryale favor than Kristopher's. With the goblin Sally setting the pace by gripping his ass and pushing and pulling him back and forth, plus Euryale's cruel tugs every once in a while, Kristopher was more a living dildo that made vocal noises rather than a sexual partner. Sure, now he felt slightly more pleasure than earlier, but the indignity of it all annoyed him.\n\nVincent was simply sitting back with a bag of popcorn in hand, chewing away with a wide grin on his face as his customer seemed annoyed by his service.\n\n\"Merry Christmas, Kris. Maybe on Valentine's I can interest you in a Lamia charm instead?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being a shapeshifter means people will often make requests. | [
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"content": "(Writers note: I know I used the same celeb for another celeb based prompt. I swear I don't have an obsession with her or anything she's just the first one that came to mind.) \n\n\"More celebrities coming out of the woodwork to complain about pornstar and shapeshifter Tony Worth.\"\n\nTony shut the TV off.\n\n\"Yeah yeah, I should post the contracts they signed. Nah publicitys too good. \"\n\nHe had decided to make money off his shapeshifting ability by offering porn vids featuring peoples favorite stars and starlets and the occasional custom for someone that wants a little something special, usually long time crushes giving jerk off instructions. \n\nHe sought the celebs permission and got most of them to sign. The publicity they could both use was too good to pass up. Tony pulled out his tablet and checked his schedule.\n\n\"Hmmm Jane wants a one night stand with Taylor Swift. Well let's gave Jane a ring.\"\n\nThey agreed to terms over the phone and Jane was willing to be on camera. Tony could tell she was nervous but excited. \n\n\"Ok cameras on, so on record I just want to say. You have the right to refuse this video being sold, you have the right to back, yadda yadda, legal jargon. So do you still wanna go through with this Jane?\"\n\n\"Yeah. I've always been interested in trying porn...at least once in my life.\"\n\nThe two shared a laugh and Tony studied the reference of Taylor Swift she requested, for extra of course.\n\n\"So why Ms. Swift, if you don't mind me asking?\"\n\n\"I'm not gay but I'm not completly straight either and Taylor was the first woman to really make me look at that. So ya know, who better to experiment with, right?\"\n\nShe laughed a little as Tony handed her the contract to sign. They talked a little more as she read over it and signed it. Before her eyes he shifted into Taylor Swift.\n\n\"Wow I didn't think you were genuine.\"\n\n\"Everyone says that.\"\n\nHe smiled as he took a seat on the couch next to her.\n\n\"So tell me Janie what dirty little thoughts have you been having about little ol' me?\"\n\nJane smiled and shivered a little in excitement as Tony/Taylor gently played with her hair. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It’s been a stressful week teaching, she’s tired, hungry, admittedly a little horny, but mostly just done with today. Just as she is about to go home for the day, she runs into one of her students. Though she didn’t expect them to profess their love to her. | [
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"content": "“Gonna make a burger, gonna get naked, and watch some porn and just finger...”\n\n“Professor Martin...”\n\nDaria Martin stopped and sighed. Ken, one of her students was still of earshot but was walking quickly down the university’s hallway.\n\n“Hi Kenny. “\n\n“I need to talk to you...”\n\n*Damn!*\n\nShe thought to herself.\n\n“One moment. “\n\nShe uncrinkled a dollar from her pocket and stuck it into the nearby vending machine and pressed the buttons for a Snickers bar. \n\n“Ok what’s up?”\n\nHe was quiet as she bent over to get her snack from the machine. But quickly found his words as she stood back up.\n\n“I was trying to wait until the end of the year to say this, but I’ve had the biggest crush on you since the year started...I think I love you actually...and I know you don’t feel the same way and even if you did, we couldn’t do anything...”\n\nShe was stunned but remained calm as he kept talking. \n\n“I’m sorry I just needed to get that off my chest. Im actually on my way to drop your class now.”\n\n“Kenneth you are one of my brightest students, please don’t drop the course. I know it’s awkward but the years over in March. You’ve made it this far just keep doing what your doing. “\n\n“I’m surprised I’m doing so well...nevermind.”\n\nHis blush grew from his cheeks to his whole face as he looked down and turned to walk away. She let him go, she knew there was no way she was going to be able to *talk* him out of it...but she had and idea.\n\nAs Kenny walked, dejected but relieved, through the quiet campus his phone suddenly buzzed. He stopped and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He knew Ms. Martins number, she had a group chat for all her students to pass on news about assignments or class cancellations but when he opened his phone, it was a message separate from the group chat.\n\n“A video?”\n\nHe didn’t think twice before hitting the play button. Ms. Martin was sitting in her car and holding the phone in front of her. \n\n“Kenny, I know there’s no talking you out of dropping my course but your future as a math teacher is too bright. So I’ll make you a deal, stick out my class...and I’ll go on one, just one date with you... and maybe if you do really well...”\n\nShe winked with a sly smirk and ended the video. Kenny stood staring at his phone mouth hanging open. He started the video again and turned around, heading towards the parking lot instead of the administrators office"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A demoness who has seen and suffered too much demands one thing from her summoner as price for her services: to know what it’s like to love and be loved. | [
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"content": "Part 1\n***\nBethany sat cross-legged in an empty family room at St. Francine Medical. She thought the fact that it was so easy to find one unoccupied was either a testament to their efficiency at saving lives or losing them. She held the corners of the thick book on her lap, the spine resting between her crossed ankles. Turning a page meant carefully lifting the velum and curling it slightly so it didn't snag on her knit top or her heavy breasts. Still, Bethany enjoyed the tactile feel of making progress, each page another step in a long journey.\n\n\"Are you alright in here?\" asked a nurse, passing by the open door. \n\n\"Yes, um, I'm okay, just reading a bit, thank you,\" she replied. \"I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"Please, I'm sorry for disturbing you. Let me give you some privacy. Take care,\" the nurse said as she closed the door. \n\n*Why am I always apologizing for everything*, Bethany thought, staring at the wood door. *Why do I feel guilty, for doing anything? For sitting quietly? For existing...*\n\nShe lowered her eyes and returned to her place in the book. It was an enigmatic story written in 1850, a journal of a new scientist who tried to make contact with the supernatural. The chapters were written recursively, at first flashing back to events with full detail, repeating whole paragraphs of debauched attempts to summon beings from another plane of existence. Later, the references became shorter, sometimes only a word or a gesture was enough for Bethany to reenact the scenes in her mind with perfect clarity. Now, the chapters were composed entirely of symbols, words replaced by sigils that she automatically translated into moving images and sounds in her head, mouthing words that did not exist.\n\nBethany suddenly felt the edge of the spine, pressing into her crotch. She didn't realize how tightly she was grasping the corners, how relaxing her grip and letting the book rest fully on her lap, did nothing to alleviate the heat building inside her where she pressed into it. Her hand began to turn the page without her noticing. On the next page, she imagined a gate, hewn from volcanic glass. The brimstone sky was torn by streaks of bright red light emanating from an active volcano in the distance. Char and ancient dust mixed in with a fog that was wet and salty. Bethany saw her herself reflected in the chaotic facets of the shiny black gate. In some panes, her body was stretched thin as twine, ready to break. In others, her face was contorted and squashed until her normally hazel colored eyes were reduced to black dots on an infinite face. She heard a voice call to her: *In, or Out*.\n\n*IN OR OUT*, the booming voice now catching her attention in the family room. It spoke in a tone that demanded an answer.\n\n\"Out,\" Bethany said meekly. \n\nThe book covers began to glow and feel hot, too hot to remain on her lap. She pushed the open tome onto the floor and watched the fireproof carpet smolder underneath it. She thought the smoke detector would fire a warning but all the electrical objects in the room simultaneously sparked and shorted out. Bethany coughed as the noxious smoke filled the room. She tried to stand up but found her legs to be useless, still folded on the ground. Her last sight before her eyes fell into darkness was of a silhouette of a tall woman just beyond the veil of shadows.\n\n\nBethany awoke in the family room, bolting up from the arm chair. There was no sign of fire, no smoke or blown out light bulbs, just a trail of drool on her shirt, where she had fallen asleep. \n\n\"Hey there young lady, are you okay? You got up quick.\"\n\nBethany looked to her right and saw an elderly woman sitting on the couch. Her silver-white pixie cut hair was held in place by red barrettes, keeping it out of her aged face. She held knitting needles and was working on a small piece using black yarn. Bethany sat down again with more caution, holding on to the armrests.\n\n\"I'm, I'm sorry if I disturbed you,\" Bethany said quietly. \"I must have dozed off there, I was reading this bo-\" \n\nBethany stopped when she realized the old book was nowhere to be seen. She scanned the room but only saw the pile of old magazines on the side table and a stack of brochures for every common ailment. She was panicked as she crawled on all fours to look under the tables and chairs. She looked under the couch but could see nothing. She kneeled in front of the old woman. \n\n\"What was it that you lost, my dear?\" asked the woman. \n\n\"It was a book...an old one...irreplaceable. I was reading it here to pass the time while father...oh my god, my father!\" she exclaimed. Bethany scrabbled to her feet and lunged for the door handle. Out in the hall, she inhaled the sterile air deeply and walked down to the nurses' station. \n\n\"I'm checking on Arthur Dempsey?\" she asked the RN at the desk. \"He was going into surgery this morning. Is he out yet?\"\n\nThe RN didn't acknowledge her, but typed something into the computer terminal. \"He's still in surgery, ma'am. I'm afraid that's all the news I have for now.\"\n\n\"Thanks for checking. Uh, sorry to bother you.\" Bethany walked back to the family room, sullen.\n \nThe room was the same: no book, just the woman knitting on the couch. She worked fast because the little swatch of cloth was as big as a handkerchief now. Bethany sat in a different chair, across from the woman. \n\n\"I believe this is what you were looking for,\" the woman said, pulling the heavy book that was wedged between her and the couch's armrest. Bethany's eyes widened and she stood to retrieve it. \"This is some curious reading, if you don't mind be saying so.\"\n\n\"It's a family heirloom, been with my father's side for generations. They say it was written in the 1800's. It's a journal of sorts. When I was younger I would look at the pictures and feel the texture of the pages and the cover. I thought it *felt* really cool, you know?\"\n\nThe woman circled the cover with her hand, feeling the embossed patterns on the leather-bound book and nodded. \"I can understand the temptation. Are you here for your father?\"\n\nBethany nodded, taking the book back. She sat on the couch next to Mabel and extended her hand. \"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Bethany.\"\n\n\"Mabel. And don't say sorry, I didn't introduce myself either,\" she said, laughing. \n\n\"Are you here for someone, Mabel?\"\n\n\"Well, I'm sort of a volunteer. I come here when I'm called, you see. It's no bother, I have all the time in the world,\" she said smiling. \"Sometimes the call comes early in the morning, just before the sun kisses the first dew drop. Other times, I'll arrive in the dead of night. You see, Bethany, pain and suffering does not keep a schedule, so why should relief and release?\n\nMabel sighed and started to knit again. \"Time is a human construct, they say. I'm no philosopher, I have had no patience for mulling over the ins and outs of what makes Man do or desire anything. But little old me, if I can alleviate someone, one person's pain, for one night, I feel like I've done my share.\"\n\n\"You're a kind soul, Mabel. I don't think I could do that. I'm...I'm having trouble being here for my father. The waiting, it's killing me, but I don't have anything better to do, there **shouldn't** be anything better to do than to be here, right now, right? Am I bad person?\"\n\nMabel set down her needles and stared at Bethany. \"No, you're mortal, and this is a temple of death. People come *here* when life has failed them out *there*. You have an abundance of doubt, and that is what all creatures on this Earth feel.\" Mabel put her hand over Bethany's. Bethany felt the warm, paper-thin skin cover her hand, fingertips touching her wrist. \"But perhaps, you've felt like this before?\"\n\nBethany stared at her hands on her lap. \"I remember...jeez, I can't believe I'm telling you this...I remember when I lost my virginity,\" she said, blushing. \"It was with this guy, we were friends in college and he was hitting on me pretty hard. I was into it somewhat but you know, I didn't think I was ready.\n\n\"He gave me a back massage, which felt great, and I felt his hands get lower, until he was rubbing my hips, then my ass. I thought he was being playful but he had this look in his eyes...like if it's possible to be focused and aloof at the same time, he was like that. I asked him to be gentle, because it was my first time.\"\n\n\"Was he?\"\n\nBethany paused. \"I didn't know at the time, because I was so inexperienced, but no. He was not. After that, I felt so ashamed, like I was being beaten inside for something I didn't do, but maybe for something that I was. Or am.\"\n\n\"Listen well, Bethany Dempsey,\" Mabel said as she clutched Bethany's hands in hers. \"You are not a bad person, nor have you ever been anything but an angel to everyone around you, except yourself. The black mark you feel that everyone has painted on to your very bones does not exist, but if you feel like you need absolution, I can help you.\"\n\nBethany's wet eyes looked back at Mabel and could barely speak through the tightness in her throat. \"What do I have to do?\" she asked tearfully. \"What is it that you want?\"\n\n\"Ah, before you ask what will *it* cost, let's make sure you know what you're trying to buy.\" Mabel placed the book between them and placed Bethany's hands on it, palms up. \"What do you **really** want, Bethany Dempsey?\"\n\n\"I want...I want...\" Bethany started. \"I want to never feel like I need to say sorry, ever again.\" \n\nSomething stung her hand and she balled them into fists. Her palms felt like fire was pulsing from them in waves, slowly consuming her whole body. Smoke began to fill the room again. Bethany looked looked back at Mabel, but only saw herself reflected in shiny black pools where Mabel's kind eyes once were.\n\n\"My price for your freedom is your undying affection and love, to me. It must be given willfully, with no other coercion. Do you understand?\"\n\n\"I do,\" Bethany said solemnly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’ve always enjoyed playing around with your android assistant, between asking it to sing songs to jumping on one leg. But there was one command you didn’t expect it to respond to: “Fuck me, now!” | [
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"content": "\"Ff-fuck you!,\" Seline swore at the TV. She gripped the controller tightly as she desperately tried to parry the CPU's combinations. She was trying for the eleventh time to beat Orcus Maximo and now they both had slivers of health on the meters. She dodged and back-flipped looking for an opening. Orcus telegraphed an uppercut and Seline rolled forward to counter with a sweep to the leg. In a move she'd never seen before, Orcus stopped his power-up and punched down, slamming her fighter into the ground. Rocks and shrapnel exploded underneath her as her faint cries faded behind the all-too-familiar \"You Lose.\"\n\nSeline was livid. She through the controller into the seat next to her and screamed, \"Ah! Fuck you, fuck this fucking shitbag game.\" She slumped back into the gamer chair. She switched TV inputs and cable TV news blasted at a loud volume. \"Ah, fuck me.\"\n\nThe combination of the loud TV and Seline's rant triggered the HOMESH digital assistant across the room. A ring of light encircled its tube shaped form as it processed the request. It rose from the credenza on four hidden legs and dropped to the floor, silently making its way to Seline, rocking in the legless chair. Seline looked down and tilted her head at the unfamiliar sight.\n\n\"Yo, HOMESH, what are you doing?\" she asked. The ring of light circled again as it retreived the last command and played back the audio.\n\n\"Yo, HOMESH! Fuck Me, Now,\" it repeated.\n\nSeline was about to issue the cancel command but wanted to see what this command actually did. \"Continue, HOMESH.\"\n\nThe ring of light changed to a pulsing red and the bot backed away. \"*PLEASE REMOVE YOUR CLOTHES AND LAY IN A COMFORTABLE POSITION ON THE FLOOR*,\" it said in a sterile British voice.\n\nSeline complied and giggled as the bot walked over her ankles and crawled over her naked legs, stopping at her knees. Two of its legs grew into long and round straps, wrapping around and under her legs. The tube body flipped upside down and the straps tightened, sandwiching the bot between her legs. She gasped as the little black bot started to vibrate in a low hum. It was shocking but pleasurable, like a tickle, until the vibrations increased in intensity.\n\nThe straps rotated, moving the bot further to her inner thighs. The battery back felt warm as it rolled back and forth between her slender legs. As it rolled closer to her sex, it increased the vibrations, then dialing it back as it rollback down.\n\n\"Oh, fuck,\" she moaned as she felt her arousal build inside. The buzzing and rhythmic movement between her legs felt relaxing and exhilarating at the same time. She licked her fingers and reached for her pussy, circling her lips until she found her swelling clit. \"Fuck yeah, mmm\"\n\nThe bot was getting closer and closer to her pussy with each roll and retreat. Seline felt the hairs on the back of her neck straighten as the bot finally touched her pussy with a kiss of pulsing vibrations. She grabbed its body and held it against her mound, not letting it slide away. She slid the tube up and down, feeling the vibes move all over her wet slit. The bot was a fast learner and began to move over her pussy on its own.\n\nSeline clutched the rug on either side of her as she lifted and dropped her hips, riding the waves of pleasure. Her breathing became staggered and she had trouble keeping her eyes open. She missed the moment when the bot, which had been oriented vertically, slid down her pussy into the horizontal, blunt end on top of her entrance. The top twisted in a spiral, telescoping in narrow widths.\n\n\"Fuck, fuck!\" she exclaimed as the bot telescoped in and out of her pussy. \"Yes, yes, don't stop, don't you fucking stop!\" she ordered, rubbing her clit furiously. The bot complied, growing and shrinking inside her. It varied the girth of its phallus, teasing and surprising her with every thrust.\n\nSeline curled her toes and planted her feet as she climaxed hard, bouncing her ass off the floor as the orgasm overtook her. She layed on her side, still convulsing when the bot released her legs and crawled a few feet away.\n\n\"*PLEASE CLEAN YOUR DEVICE WHEN YOU ARE DONE*,\" it chirped.\n\nSeline sat up, panting. \"Oh no, we're not done yet,\" she said slyly.\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a summoning ritual gone terribly awry, or rather… in reverse… An aspiring young mage/witch is accidentally send into the realm of the succubi… | [
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"content": "“You did it…!” an hushed voice said, full of awe. “Oh my God, you did it!”\n\n\n“I… I did it...?” a more disbelieving voice asked. \n\n\nSyra groaned. Her head *hurt*. The last thing she remembered was sitting down in her study, and she definitely wasn’t there now. She sat up without opening her eyes, rubbing her temples.\n\n\n“Aaah! She’s awake!” There were sounds of panicked retreat. Syra cracked an eyelid, finding she was sitting on the wooden floor of an unfamiliar room, dark except for a low white radiance around her. Her vision was blurry, slowly coming into focus on furniture. A bookshelf. Some comfortable chairs. A couch, with little red horns.\n\n\nWait, what?\n\n\nShe blinked, rubbing her eyes. Horns continued to protrude from the- no, from *behind* the couch, she realized. Something - or some*one*, considering the voices she’d heard - was hiding there.\n\n\n“Who’s there?” she called out.\n\n\nThere was a smothered giggle, then the sound of someone being shushed into silence.\n\n\n“I can see your horns, you know,” she added, standing up as the piercing headache started to fade.\n\n\n“Aww, Alma,” a voice said from behind one of the chairs.\n\n\n“It’s not my fault they got so tall!” said a voice from behind the couch. “I’m still getting used to them…”\n\n\n“I guess there’s no point in hiding, then,” grumbled a different voice from behind the couch. One after another, three heads popped up from their hiding places. Very red-skinned heads. With horns. That, combined with a certain unearthly beauty somewhat marred by acne, suddenly made things clear.\n\n\n“Succubi?” she asked incredulously. “*Teenage* succubi?” She looked down, taking in the small glowing white circle around her for the first time. “You summoned me?”\n\n\n“We’re not teenagers,” said the succubus looking over the back of the armchair, sounding annoyed.\n\n\n“Well, technically-” the one with very prominent horns began nervously.\n\n\n“*Technically,* no one cares, Alma,” the very dark red one next to her said, then winced. “Gosh, I’m sorry, that came out really harsh, I didn’t mean it like that, I was just trying to make a joke but I’m really nervous and freaked out because there’s a *human* standing right there and I think she’s looking at me now and I don’t know what I’ll do if my mom comes home because she’ll kill me if she sees-”\n\n\n“*Breathe,*” Syra ordered, and the babbling succubus automatically dragged in a ragged breath, responding to the commanding tone.\n\n\n“Was that magic?” Alma asked anxiously. “Em, she can’t do magic, right? She just made Nel breathe!”\n\n\n“Oh my God, you two,” said the succubus behind the chair, stepping out into Syra’s view and revealing that she was in pajama bottoms and a tank top. “She can’t do anything to affect outside of the circle…” She paused. “Right? Or can she just not go outside of it…?”\n\n\n“You’re the one who summoned her! You should know!”\n\n\n“It depends on the circle’s bindings,” Syra said helpfully, watching them with mild amusement now that she knew she wasn’t in any danger. \n\n\n“Oh, yeah-” Em said, then her gaze snapped over to Syra. “Wait, how do you know?”\n\n\n“I’m a mage, like yourself.”\n\n\n“I’m not- well, not quite yet…” Em said, rubbing the back of her head.\n\n\n“Still in training, perhaps, but good enough to summon me,” Syra said, enjoying the effect her flattery had on the succubus as Em looked away, her somewhat light red skin becoming crimson.\n\n\n“Anyway,” she muttered. “You’re stuck in there, right?”\n\n\nSyra shut her eyes and concentrated, observing the magic of the summoning circle in the darkness of her head. It was decent for an apprentice, but she counted no less than three flawed points that could be exploited by a mage of her power and experience. \n\n\n“Yes. Completely trapped.” She rapped her knuckles against the empty air above the edge of the circle, making it shimmer.\n\n\n“Good,” Em said, turning back to the others. “Well, I did it. I tried to summon a human. Come on, stop hiding. It’s your turn, Nel. Which are you doing?”\n\n\nThe succubi cautiously came out from behind the couch, sitting down with their yellow eyes on Syra, and she noticed they were also wearing pajamas.\n\n\n“Um,” the dark crimson one said, “I guess dare…”\n\n\nSyra covered her smile with a hand. She had been summoned to a succubus sleepover because of truth or dare?\n\n\n“Alright,” Em said, biting her lip as she thought. “I dare you to… to touch the human.”\n\n\n“What?!” Nel squeaked, scooting backwards. “But- But what if she has diseases?”\n\n\n“I’m perfectly healthy,” Syra said, struggling to contain her amusement.\n\n\n“Alma…” Nel said pleadingly, but the succubus shook her head.\n\n\n“It’s- It’s probably fine, Nel…”\n\n\n“Go on, then,” Em said. “Unless you’re too imp...”\n\n\n“No!” Nel stood up, her sudden determination undercut by the way she was trembling. Syra watched her nervously edge closer, holding out a hand to the circle while simultaneously trying to keep her body as far away as possible.\n\n\n“It’s alright,” Syra said, smiling. She held out her hand against the invisible barrier between them, and screwing up her eyes, Nel quickly reached out and touched it before instantly retreating to the couch.\n\n\n“Her skin was so cool…” Nel muttered, now at a safe distance. “Weird…”\n\n\n“Alma’s turn.” Em said. “What’ll it be?\n\n\n“Um… truth.”\n\n\n“Aww, come on, Alma. You always do truth. We already know that there’s nothing to know.”\n\n\n“Yeah,” Nel said. “Don’t be boring.”\n\n\nAlma wavered, then caved to peer pressure. “Okay fine, I guess dare.”\n\n\n“Alright…” Nel paused, considering. “I dare you to… kiss the human.”\n\n\nSyra stifled a laugh as Alma recoiled in horror, sputtering, “W-Wh-Wha-”\n\n\n“You’re the one who made Em summon her! And I had to touch her!”\n\n\n“I- I said she had to *try!* I didn’t expect her to do it!” Alma was backed up against the corner of the couch, holding up her hands. “Humans are weird! And- she’s *old!*”\n\n\n“I’m only thirty-six, you know,” Syra said, torn between amusement and offense. \"Humans don’t age as well as succubi.\"\n\n\n“But, like, look at her,” Em said, and Syra suddenly felt a little self-conscious as all three sets of eyes turned to stare at her. “She’s hot. Way better than some fat wizard. I’d kiss her just because I wanted to.”\n\n\n“You wouldn’t!” Alma said, shocked.\n\n\n“I will! And if I do it, you have to do it too!” Em strode up to the circle, for all her bravado still looking nervous when she paused at the edge.\n\n\n“Have you ever kissed a human before?” Syra asked quietly, meeting her eyes. Em wavered, then shook her head slightly. “Come closer, then.” \n\n\nThe succubus hesitantly complied, allowing Syra to cup her cheeks and pull her into a brief, gentle kiss. Em broke away, looking a little dazed as she backed out of the circle. Syra had to hold back a smile. Summoned by a trio of adorable, nervous, human-virgin succubi? It was like a dream come true.\n\n\n-----\n\n\nSort of unfinished, but I'm not entirely sure what would come next. I'm open to suggestions if people want to see more of this silly thing.\n\n\n(To be clear, the succubi are eighteen or older - adults, but technically still teenagers.)\n\n\nAll comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Someone with an insatiable sexual appetite tries the receiving end of a glory hole | [
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"content": "\"Oh man..\" John says, laying down beside Amy. \"You're intense! I've never met anyone with that much energy in bed.\" \n\n\n\"Well, I'm warmed up and ready for another round, big boy...\" Amy says running a finger across his cock.\n\n​\n\n\"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm kinda spent... I don't even know how long we've been going for.\" John says out of breath.\n\n​\n\n\"Ugh.. fine.. \" Amy says in resignation. \"Call me soon.\" she says leaving to clean up in the washroom and walking away. \n\n\n*Jesus, she's amazing, but I can't keep up.* John thinks to himself. He gets his things and leaves her apartment. \n\n\n\"I honestly didn't think a third time was too much to ask..\" Amy mutters to herself, getting back to her bed and laying down. \"Maybe there's something I can do about this...\" \n\n\nAmy gets her laptop, and searches for a friend's email. She runs a Glory Hole booth, and Amy decides to try it out. \"Hey Ashley, it's Amy.. are you.. open tonight? I might stop by\" she dictates writing out the email and hitting send. Expecting to wait, she goes to close the lid of her laptop and a ding plays. There's a reply. \n\n\n>*Feel free to stop by anytime ;)* \n> \n>*xx Ash*\n\n​\n\nBiting her lip, Amy gets excited, but also nervous. She changes into a mini skirt, and cleans herself up a bit before leaving. About 20 minutes later, she arrives and knocks on the door. It opens and Ashley is on the other side dressed in a blouse, pencil skirt, and glasses looking like a professional. \"Oh my god... how have you been?!\" she exclaims. \n\nAmy, not knowing what to do with that, just goes with it. \"Um.. good.\" she says hesitantly. \"But I needed your help.. I've been insatiable lately, and this was the only place I could think of.\" \n\n\n\"Don't you worry, hun... we've got some good studs here tonight. Head on over to #4.\" She says motioning down the hallway. \"it'll be on the right side. Once you're in, lock the door and it'll tell the guys there's someone waiting.\" she continues. \"There's a hole on either wall, and a stud will come up with a big fat one for you. Stroke it, suck it, do whatever you want. Obviously, once one guy's done another comes. Good?\" Amy nods in approval. \"Good!\" Ashley says. \"now go get 'em.. and take as much time as you want!\".\n\n​\n\nShe walks in, and closes the door. There's a stool in the middle of the room and a small table off to the side with condoms that nobody seems to have touched. She sits on the stool anxiously, and on her left side a cock appears through the darkness.\n\n​\n\n\"Oh wow.. look at that\" she says going up and inspecting it. She wastes no time and starts sucking it slowly. Moans come from behind the wall, as she takes all of it down her throat. She lifts up her skirt, and moves her panties aside to play with herself. *This is amazing... I think i'm gonna have some fun!* She thinks to herself.\n\n​\n\n\"OHHH, Fuuuuuck\" he says from the other side, and cums hard in her mouth. The cock disappears again, and on the other side another bigger one appears.\n\n​\n\nShe moves to the other side of the room, and gets completely naked this time. She leaves her clothes draped over the stool in the room, and sucks the other cock. Deciding she needed some action for herself, she stopped for a moment and stood up close to the wall. She slides the mystery man's cock inside her. \"Oh shit\" she said softly as it filled her up. Every inch just seemed to feel better in her pussy. Immediately the man on the other side started fucking her hard. Wrapped up in how good it felt, Amy played with her clit as both of them came one after the other. He pulls out and walks off. \n\n\nAmy stands there red in the face, and cum dripping down her leg, but finally satisfied. \"I could get used to this.\" she says as another dick appears on the right."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where cloning and genetic manipulation has erased the concept of porn and sex from civilization over 200 years ago, a incident has reintroduced the reproductive instinct into the newest generation. | [
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"content": "“Hey Delia, I’m getting this weird feeling about you,” Brian said to a female friend as they sat together on the beach.\n\n“What kind of feeling?” asked Delia, turning to look at Brian and gazing into his eyes in a way he found capitivating.\n\n“It’s hard to describe,” said Brian. “I’ve never felt like this before. Part of it is that I really like looking at you. Something about you in that bikini looks really, really good.”\n\n“Well, that’s very nice of you to say so. I didn’t know you cared about fashion.” Delia laughed, causing her tits to bounce in her bikini top, a sight that further intensified whatever it was that Brian was feeling.\n\n“I’m not talking about fashion,” said Brian. “It’s more about you. Your body. Your bouncy breasts, your big eyes, your flowing hair, your soft smooth skin… It’s making me want to cuddle up to you or something. Plus for some reason the thought is making my penis get all hard and tingly, like an itch that needs scratching but not quite like that.”\n\nBrian pulled his penis out of his speedos and started rubbing it, which he discovered felt extremely pleasurable, so he rubbed harder. He had never paid much attention to his penis before. Except when he peed through it, it was just one of those mysterious body parts that differed between men and women and didn’t seem to have much of a function. Now it suddenly seemed like the most important part of his body, a part he wanted to get better acquainted with from now on.\n\n“Weird. Try searching the internet for an explanation,” Delia suggested.\n\nWith his free hand, Brian picked up his phone and typed in “penis getting hard”. Lots of results came up.\n\n“Oh wow,” Brian remarked as he scrolled through them. “Other guys all over the planet are experiencing the exact same thing – their penis getting hard and needing to be rubbed, combined with a very positive feeling toward girls, and occasionally other guys. And they all say it’s never happened before today. I hope it’s not some new disease.”\n\n“Maybe it's because they stopped adding that health chemical to the water supply,” said Delia thoughtfully. “Look and see if women are experiencing something similar.”\n\n“Are you?” asked Brian.\n\nDelia considered him for a moment, her eyes running up and down his body. “Now I think about it, I suddenly find I quite like the look of your body too. Especially now you’ve taken out your penis. When it’s hard like that it looks… wow, it looks really nice. Actually, that makes me feel a tingle too.”\n\n“In a spot just above your vagina?” asked Brian. “That’s what some girls on here are saying.”\n\n“Yeah,” said Delia, exploring said region with her hand like Brian was exploring his penis. “Ooh! It’s very sensitive. I didn’t even know it was there. Actually, I reckon I can feel the tingling in my crotch region generally, this little spot is just a kind of control knob.”\n\n“They’re calling it ‘the pleasure button’,” Brian read from his phone. “Or ‘the button’ for short.”\n\n“It is a weird feeling, isn’t it?” Delia marvelled. “It demands attention, but it’s much more pleasurable than an itch. Say, let’s try touching each other’s parts – maybe it’s like tickling, where it feels better if someone else does it.”\n\n“Brilliant!” said Brian. Their hands switched places, Delia’s hand exploring Brian’s penis and Brian’s hand exploring Delia’s button.\n\n“Oh wow, that feels even better!” Brian exclaimed. With his free hand he excitedly typed into his phone: “It feels even better when you and a friend rub each other’s parts!”\n\nBrian’s exploring hand stuck a finger into Delia’s vagina. “Wow, this is a big hole. Almost as big as my penis, and stretchy too. I wonder if…”\n\n“They fit together!” they both exclaimed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's easy to develop trust issues, especially in the bedroom, when you're dating an illusionist. | [
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"content": "“Uh, hey,” I managed.\n\n\n“Hey babe,” she said absently, hanging up her top hat and starting to strip out of the archaic formalwear she used for her job. Looking over to me for the first time since walking into the bedroom, she paused, a slow smile growing on her face. “A little busy, are you?”\n\n\n“Yeah,” I muttered, torn between shame and unsatisfied lust. It wasn’t like this was the first time she had seen me this way, but it was still embarrassing to be literally caught with my pants down. “I… thought you weren't getting home until later.” I awkwardly pulled the dildo out of myself, not quite meeting her eyes.\n\n\n“Really,” she said dryly, smirking. “Well, since I'm here now and still all dressed up...” She came to the bed, climbing onto it to straddle my legs and taking the toy from my hands. “I'll make this dildo... *disappear.*”\n\n\nIn another bedroom, with a different lover, that would have been a cheesy prelude to taking over and stuffing the thing inside me. Here and now, she made an elaborate, distracting flourish that caused the arousal-slick shaft to vanish into thin air.\n\n\n“Frankie,” I growled, staring at her. “I was *using* that.”\n\n\n“Not impressed?” she asked, looking hurt. “Not even a little bit? That's a lot harder than it looks.”\n\n\n“Yeah, I guess it's cool,” I admitted. “I just want to get off.”\n\n\n“Aww. Well, in that case- hold on, what's this behind your ear…?” She leaned over me and reached around my head, giving me a kiss before sitting back with a strap-on in her hand, wearing an expression of total surprise. I couldn’t help but crack a smile and she dropped the feigned astonishment, grinning at me as she started to put the harness on over her clothes.\n\n\n“Okay, that’s a better trick,” I said, pushing myself upright and seeking her lips for another kiss.\n\n\n-----\n\n\nProbably not what you had in mind, but this is what came to me. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A superhero wakes up in their nemesis's lair, tied up, as usual for when they're held hostage...but this time, unbeknownst to the hero, the villain has much more *romantic* intentions in mind for them. | [
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"content": "How did she get me this time? It was.... the kid, right. A lone child atop the flaming building, clutching her teddy bear as the scorching air whipped her hair around her tear-streaked face. Anyone would have done what I did to save her. Even someone without the powers I possess. It's only human, after all.\n\nBut it was a trap. Of course it was. Lady Cinders may be a deranged pyromaniac, but she is not dumb, and catching me has always been her second-favorite sport. Well. I've gotten out of tougher binds than this. Just gotta play it cool and see what happens.\n\nThe room is small, bare, with nothing but the metal cot to which I am strapped, and a small medicine cabinet on the wall. The cot itself is raised into a 45-degree incline, leaving me semi-upright and able to gaze at the solid door standing between me and freedom. There are cuffs around my wrists and ankles, holding me in place. Paltry safeguards. Even the Lady must know that these won't stop me. But I bide my time. Escaping is secondary to neutralizing her, once and for all, and stop her from burning down any more buildings. We've done this little dance too many times by now; it's getting tiring. Surely, she must feel the same.\n\nFive minutes pass. Ten. I wait, stoically, in my singed spandex suit bearing my initials, my symbol of heroism. No doubt I look a mess, covered in soot and burns, but I don't care; I can rest when I am done. Finally, I hear footsteps, and I tense my jaw as the door clicks open and swings wide to reveal the slender form and flaming red hair of my nemesis. Damn her for looking this good. A body like that should not be wasted on villainy. And yet...\n\n\"Marcus.\" She smiles, her voice an alluring rasp as she steps inside, flaunting those hips at me. She, too, is in full costume, and it glistens and sparkles in hues of red and orange as she moves. The door shuts behind her.\n\n\"It's been a while.\" There's a twang of something Southern in her accent, but it's impossible to place, and I am more busy trying to formulate a plan to take her down as she circles me, eyeing me from every direction like a cat on the prowl. I snort in response.\n\n\"You've gone too far this time, Cinders. I can't let you get away with it.\"\n\n\"Oh?\" She sounds amused, but from where she's standing behind me I can't see her face. \"Was I *bad*, Marcus? Did I upset you?\"\n\nIt irks me that she knows my name, that she uses it as if we were friends. The urge to break free and subdue her is growing stronger by the minute, but I need to know what she's planning, why she's kidnapped me again. Normally, she just wants to wax poetic about her own brilliance and how beautiful it is to watch something burn, but I get a different sense this time. I toss my head from side to side, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but she's got her back turned to me now, standing by the medicine cabinet. She's fiddling with something.\n\n\"You burned down a hotel full of people. It's a miracle no one got hurt.\"\n\n\"Ah..\" A faint chuckles escapes from her, and she glances over her shoulder at me. \"But that's why *you* were there, right? To save the innocent? Admit it, Marcus, without me, your life would be empty.\"\n\n\"Don't call me that.\" I growl, but as she turns around my eyes go down to the small vial of pink liquid in her hands. The look of it unnerves me.\n\n\"Aw, come now. *Titan* is such a dull name. I prefer the real you. The man behind the muscles, so to speak.\" Her smirk is infectious, but I can't tear my eyes off of the vial as she carries it over to stand in front of me. *Lady Cinders*... she's certainly embraced that moniker, and the way her fiery hair frames her face and those heart-shaped lips, it's impossible not to admire her. Granted, she's a maniac, but still...\n\n\"So, what's that for?\" I ask, nodding at the vial while ignoring her remark. Something is definitely different this time around. She seems almost... giddy.\n\nHer only response is a girlish giggle, and I suddenly feel very exposed as she steps up to me as close as the table will allow, her brown eyes a deep well of mystery and allure. I try to frown, to maintain the tough act, but her presence is overwhelming, like staring into a well of madness and trying in vain to keep from plunging deep into the murky waters.\n\n\"You can call me Cindy,\" she smiles. \"That way we're even, right? And don't worry, those people in the hotel had it coming. A cereal convention? Those men were either perverts of the highest order, or too dull to deserve to live. I was practically doing the world a favor.\"\n\n\"Cinders...!\"\n\n\"Ah-ah!\" She leans in and presses a finger to my lips to silence me. Her hand smells of smoke, but also sweet, like caramel and molasses. She smiles at me again, and lets her finger rest for a moment before pulling it away. \"You know my name now, darling. But you're right, let's not talk about that. Not when there's *this*--\" she holds up the vial for me to see, \"--to discuss. A little gift from Nightshade I had her brew up, something *just* for you..!\"\n\nI huff an indignant laugh. \"You're going to poison me? Hardly your style.\"\n\n\"Oh, no.\" The Lady looks at me with almost amused surprise, and I hear the sudden snap of a flick-knife from her left hand. \"God, no! Why would I do that? I *need* you, Marcus. Without you, life would be awfully boring! \"\n\nI glance down, and watch her hold up the small blade near my abdomen. For a moment I am confused; I fear no blade, and her words seem to indicate that she doesn't intend to kill me. So why--\n\nMy questions are answered when she presses the tip of the knife to my thigh, and deftly slices through the spandex suit like it was butter. One quick incision, two, and then I feel cool air rush over my skin as she bares my manhood. I give a faint groan, halfway between confusion and reluctance, but then the knife clatters to the floor, discarded and forgotten.\n\n\"Cinders, what the--\"\n\n\"*Cindy!*\" Her eyes flash at me, but I notice that she's having to struggle not to turn her gaze down to what she's just uncovered. I try again.\n\n\"Cindy... what is this?\"\n\nOur eyes meet, brown on brown, and she seems to almost blush for a second. I've never seen her like this before. Fiery, yes; angry, maniacal, sick. But never shy. Somehow, it is almost even more unnerving."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A group of mannequins in a Macy’s come alive and gangbang whoever stays past midnight. | [
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"content": "10:55 pm\n\nThe air was cold, snowflakes drifted down en masse to cover the ground in a thick layer of powdery ice. The sounds of cars on the highway above dominated the city nightscape. Leaning against a recently opened clothing store was a teenager, 18, named Mazey. She was dressed in a black jacket with its hood pulled over her head, black work pants with 4 pockets and a pair of gloves. She would often raise her hands to her face, rubbing her cheeks and using whatever moisture came from her breath to warm her dreadfully cold face.\n\nAfter a few moments, 2 others dressed similarly came into the light, calling out to her by initial. Matthew and Jezebel, close friends of hers.\n\n\"You good Maz'?\" Came Matthew's voice. She nodded in response, shivering for a moment.\n\n\"Cold as fuck, isn't it?\" Jezebel retorted before assuming a more serious posture, \"You sure the info's right?\"\n\n\"I've been checking this place over the past 3 nights and the details're always the same\", Mazey responded with mild frustration, \"Every last security system in the building shuts off at exactly 11:00 in the evening and every door unlocks. No nightshift workers or anything\"\n\n\"Still, it sounds fucking absurd, doesn't it?\" Matthew replied, \"You'd think someone would have robbed 'em by now, especially considering how successful it's been\"\n\n\"That's why we'll be the first, Mat'\", came Jezebel, stretching, \"We just go in, find the manager's office, steal whatever we can and off we trot with a fuckload of money and clothes. Then we stash it all in the hideout, get Wiz' to make some false receipts and we good\"\n\nMazey looked down, breathing a heavy sigh for a moment\n\n\"You good Maz'?\" Came Matthew's concerned voice\n\n\"Yeah, fine... Just...\" She began, unable to really find the words for a moment, \"Just got a bad feeling...\"\n\n\"Cold feet?\" Asked Jezebel\n\n\"No, no, not that. Just this... This weird chill...\"\n\n\"Huh, I wonder why\" Matthew said, glancing up as a snowflake landed on his cheek, \"Maybe that's why?\"\n\nShe groaned, pushing off of the wall and punching him in the arm, much to both their amusement. The 3 of them started walking, peering around a corner at the employee back entrance, a camera mounted on the outside. They crept back around and checked their phones\n\n11:00 pm\n\nAs expected, the camera swiveled to face down as the recording light vanished. The doorknob suddenly twisted and the door slowly creaked open. Pulling ski masks over their faces, the 3 of them exchanged nods and darted inside, careful to close the door behind them.\n\nA few moments later, the doorknob clicked.\n\n÷÷÷÷÷÷÷\n\n**Right**\n\n**In order to avoid losing my entire story again, i'm going to chunk this motherfucker. Every segment will be released over time because fuck me sideways with a Mannequin if I lose my whole story again i'm just going to throw myself off a tall building**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the Not-Too-Distant future, paper currency has fallen out of circulation around the world. Any exchange of goods now centers around varying levels of sexual activity. | [
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"content": "John admired the locket carefully, it was one of the finer pieces in the store if he was being honest. The dear old lady had picked it out quite carefully and after much time. Despite her pleasant demeanor John had started to get a bit annoyed with her, hoping she'd pick something quicker and maybe offer up an old charm or a pile of old world currency and be on her way. He was the only salesman in his small shop but still he'd already seen at least one eye-catching young lady wander out the door while he was occupied with... what was her name? Jeanine, that was it. A sweet old lady and someone he didn't mind helping, but not someone he wanted to spend a lot of time with. Another young lady still wandered about the store, but in the few glances he cast her way it seemed she was growing ever more bored. It was a matter of time before she left too.\n\n\"It's certainly a fine piece ma'am, part of our Be Joy collection, from the Diamond company line. I think anyone you give this to will be an extremely lucky person.\" He cast a glance around the locket towards Jeanine, stooped with age on the other side of the display case they both leaned over. \"I must warn you, it is quite an expensive piece!\"\n\n\"Oh that's fine, I really do like it and I think it'll be perfect,\" she smiled happily, \"I'd like to buy it, please.\"\n\n\"Certainly ma'am, how would you like to pay?\" John asked, feeling a bit anxious as he asked. The lady did not appear wealthy and he didn't want to be rude to her. The new laws about currency left it up to the seller to accept the goods offered, or not.\n\n\"Oh, one moment young man,\" Jeanine raised her wrist to tap at the smart watch she wore. \"Yes. Yes yes. Part will be with old fashioned money, if that's okay.\" She peered up at him from her watch for a moment, \"I know how things are these days, not everyone still accepts it.\"\n\n\"Money is fine ma'am, we still transact with it here.\" He smiled, nodding reassuringly at her.\n\n\"Oh good,\" Jeanine beamed at him. \"Of course that leaves the remainder, that will be done in trade, as I'm sure a man of your stature expects.\" She winked at him, a mischievous look on her elderly face.\n\n\"Uhhh...\" John stammered for a moment, unsure how to delicately reply that he wasn't inclined to accept her offer. He found himself rather embarrassed as he attempted to compose himself. \"Ma'am, that is a very kind offer but I would not wish to impose on you.\" He managed at last.\n\n\"Oh dear boy, you are too kind!\" Jeanine giggled, reaching across the counter to pat his hands gingerly. \"But I'm afraid I'm well past my prime, I couldn't offer myself to you for any of the lesser goods you have here, never mind this fine piece!\" She patted his hand again, then slowly turned to gesture at the bored young woman that John had worried about earlier.\n\n\"This is my grand-daughter, Anna, we're buying this locket together for my daughter's-\" she paused and nodded proudly, \"her mothers- upcoming 45th birthday.\"\n\n\"Oh, I apologize ma'am, I didn't mean to imply or be rude.\" John smiled at Jeanine, offering his hand in greeting to Anna while simultaneously taking a better look at her as she approached with a polite smile on her face. She was a tall girl, especially in the six inch heels she wore. Quite beautiful too and certainly Johns type. She wore a short mini-skirt and a loose jacket that covered her shoulders but did nothing to hide her ample cleavage. \"It's nice to meet you, Anna. Your grandmother is offering you in trade, do you accept to be part of the barter?\"\n\n\"Yes, of course,\" Anna accepted his proffered handshake while also casting a fond glance towards her grandmother, 'We agreed in advance.\"\n\n\"Excellent!\" John said with sincere enthusiasm, letting his mind wander on how he'd soon be enjoying Anna.\n\n\"Though you only have old currency rates posted, none list barter values.\" Anna glanced around the shop at various display cases before looking back to John, \"I'd expect some of your simpler pieces here to run a blowjob, but once again my Nana has managed to barter me on the nicest thing in the store.\" She cast a rueful glance at her grandmother.\n\nJeanine in turn winked back up at Anna, \"Ohh dear girl, I only get to buy the nice things when I'm with you!\" She nudged Anna softly with an elbow. \"My money doesn't go very far so I like to splurge a bit when I have you along.\" She smiled innocently at her granddaughter, who seemed more interested in teasing her elderly grandmother than being genuinely annoyed or upset.\n\n\"Yes, we like to be very discerning with our sales approach. We post cash prices for those that cannot barter with themselves, but our trade price for an item is of course dependent on the quality of what is...\" John paused, locking his gaze with Anna's, \"... offered.\"\n\nAnna nodded, holding his gaze for a moment and considering what this might require of her. \"Okay. So...\" She leaned forward over the counter, displaying her alluring cleavage towards him and biting her lower lip seductively, \"Two blowjobs, paid on separate days- preferably weekdays in the evening- along with one overnight stay where you can have me anyway you wish... except anal, not really my thing.\"\n\nJohn glanced at Jeanine, expecting her to be aghast at the nature of the transaction but finding the woman still proudly staring up at Anna. \"That's a very generous offer, Anna, but your grandmother really has picked the nicest piece in my store. I'm afraid it's quite a bit more pricey than a few blowjobs and a single conditional overnight.\"\n\nAnna narrowed her gaze at him, contemplating before making her next offer. \"Three blowjobs, three overnights- still no anal, but you can use me in your sales marketing for a year.\"\n\nThat was a pretty solid offer, John thought. Especially the marketing offer. Having a girl like Anna in his advertisements would highlight the value of his jewelry. Other women of her beauty would be more likely to come and purchase, it could really improve things. He didn't want to risk pushing too much more but he couldn't help but wonder if he could get a bit more out of her.\n\nAbout to open his mouth for his careful counter-offer, he paused as Jeanine leaned over towards Anna and spoke softly, \"Dear, don't cheat the young man. He's been very kind to me. Weren't you ready to offer yourself for a month for that car you barely liked?\"\n\nAnna glared over her shoulder at her grandmother, widening her eyes and nudging her head towards John. \"Nana!\" She cast her eyes back and forth for a second before whispering, \"...I liked the car, the sales guy was super creepy.\"\n\n\"I apologize, I could not help but overhear. I assure you that any offer you make is most generous, you are truly stunning, Anna. I also assure you that this locket is like no other and by far exceeds the value of a car.\" John smiled, trying to be both reassuring and confident while simultaneously hiding his excitement, \"A year of your company would be a very acceptable offer, Anna.\"\n\n\"A year!?!\" She scowled at him for a moment before examining the locket again and then her grandmother, who seemed oblivious to the price her choice in jewelry was imposing on her beloved granddaughter. \"We were talking single favors just a moment ago!\"\n\nJohn shrugged apologetically, \"yes, we were Anna. But your position has weakened considerably, it's the nature of the barter I'm afraid.\"\n\nAnna continued her scowl, a bit of worry on her face. \"Three months, two hours a day in the evening, one overnight a week.\"\n\nJohn softly cupped his hands over Anna's upon the counter before looking her in the eye and answering, \"Six. You stay with me every night, I do as I wish with you excepting that anal is only an option once a week, and you'll visit for mid-day favors at least three times a week. I'll also use you for sales marketing for three years.\"\n\nAnna glared at him but didn't move her hands away. She cast one more glance towards the locket. \"You sure mom will love it, Nana?\"\n\n\"Oh I am certain! She has always loved lockets like this one!\" Jeanine beamed at Anna as she spoke.\n\n\"Fine. Deal.\" Anna sighed.\n\n​"
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"content": " The doctor sighed, preparing to give unfortunate results. \"It was a hormone dose\", he said. \"Mainly estrogen and progesterone. To be put in layman's terms, what you are experiencing are symptoms parallel to a pregnancy. An excess of feminine hormones.\"\n\n \"Isn't there any way to undo it?\" Alex asked, concerned. She was an outdoors girl who loved being active, anything that would forbid her from sports was bad news.\n\n The doctor sighed, spreading his hands. \"Hormones can't be undone. The injection was an unfortunate accident, but now you only need to endure it. The effects aren't physically harmful.\"\n\n So Alex grit her teeth.\n\n Her old favourite bra was getting too tight. Her breasts were growing and spilling out of them. She grabbed a shirt and pulled it on, annoyed by how tight it felt around the chest.\n\n \"I swear, you look more beautiful every day\", John said as she got back home, grasping her swollen breast without realising how sensitive they had gotten. She gasped in surprise, but she was wet as well.\n\n She hadn't told anyone, she didn't want anyone to treat her any different. She was still the same Alex, despite of her breasts growing and filling with milk, and her hips getting wider to pass a child that wasn't coming. She was still the same Alex, despite of her body turning softer and curvier, and herself getting more sensitive and emotional.\n\n \"I don't know what keeps making me hornier\", John said one day, pushing his erect cock against her roundened ass. His hands grasped her broadened hips, slid up her slender waist, and grasped onto her engorgened, milky breasts. \"I don't know what's causing it, but I want to put a baby in you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A tutor can't wait to start their new job at the palace - the only thing in the job description is to teach the princess how to give blowjobs. | [
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"content": "I now realize I slightly misread the prompt, but hopefully it's still enjoyable.\n\n\n-------\n\n\nI picked at the edge of my simple blue dress, standing awkwardly in the hallway. I felt very, very out of place here, even in the best piece of clothing I owned. Opulent finery surrounded me on all sides, silk and gold and gems in abundance. The huge armored man who’d been assigned to escort me through the palace stood silently next to me, casting occasional glares my way as more of a reflex action than out of intentional menace. Aware that he could make a fist around my neck without straining his fingers, I tried not to make any sudden movements, just fidgeting and chewing my lip, adjusting and readjusting my hair as time ticked by.\n\n\nFinally, a maid came out of the door across from us and bobbed a curtsy, announcing, “Lady Arabella is ready to see you now.” I glanced nervously at my escort, who gave a single nod and followed me into what turned out to be an elegant bedroom, filled with the soft scent of perfume. A large four-poster bed with a canopy of gauzy cloth occupied the center, and occupying the bed was the princess. I’d only ever seen her from a distance before, and I was shocked at what she was like up close. More than anything, she was… cute, far from the regal beauty that was presented to the public. Her long brown hair was let down and damp, her pale cheeks still holding a bit of a flush from a warm bath. She was without makeup, too, showing that she had a scattering of light freckles below her eyes. Only in a white shift and laying back on the covers with her arms above her head, I could see the curves of her body underneath the fabric, petite but no less attractive for it.\n\n\nShe sat up, staring at me with curious green eyes, and I stared back, frozen and tongue-tied. A strong hand on my back forced me to bow as my escort shot me a furious look, giving a deep bow of his own. Straightening up, he rumbled, “My lady, this is your new tutor, Joanna Morgan.”\n\n\n“My lady-” I began stiffly, but she held up a hand.\n\n\n“Lydia, Rufus, leave us.”\n\n\nBoth man and maid made exclamations of dismay, but she waved her hand sharply, cutting off any argument. Grumbling, my escort and the servant stepped outside, casting glances back at us before the door closed. For a moment, we were silent, then she broke into a smile and hopped off the bed, coming up to look at me face-to-face. Well, face-to-neck; she was a good head shorter than me. She seemed to study me for a minute, not saying a word, and I blushed under her intense gaze, unsure how to react or what to say. I didn’t know exactly what I’d been expecting, but this wasn’t it.\n\n\n“I like your dress,” she said finally, smiling up at me with her eyes bright.\n\n\n“T-Thank you, my lady,” I managed, my face hot, and she rolled her eyes.\n\n\n“Don’t call me ‘my lady’, please. Call me Bella.”\n\n\nThey had given me very specific instructions on how she was to be addressed, but they had also told me to follow any and all of her commands that didn’t compromise her studies. I floundered for a moment, indecisive, then mumbled, “Very well, my- Bella.”\n\n\nShe giggled, taking a few steps back from me and turning around. She was almost bouncing on her feet, hyper with energy. “I’m glad you aren’t all stuck up. You’re just like I hoped.”\n\n\n“I-I’m glad.” I looked around the lavish bedroom, wondering why I was here. Surely it wasn’t the best place she had to study? “Um, Bella? Would you like to begin your lesson now?”\n\n\nShe turned back to me, her expression changing in a way I wasn’t sure how to interpret. “Sure.”\n\n\n“Very well…” I said, glancing around again and rather more theatrically. “Er, where are the materials? I was told everything I needed would be provided to me…”\n\n\n“Oh, it’s here.” She picked up a wooden case from its resting place atop a dresser, handing it over to me as my brows came together. It wasn’t big enough to hold any sort of papers or writing supplies, and I undid the latch, frowning as I wondered what could possibly be inside.\n\n\n“My- My lady,” I choked after a moment, staring at the thing. “I- I think there’s been some mistake-”\n\n\n“Really? Pray tell, what is the problem?” She stepped closer, trying to peer into the box that I lifted desperately into the air.\n\n\n“This- This is not for you to see, my- Bella,” I stammered, heat rising to my face in a horrified wave. How could this have happened?\n\n\n“Are you sure? I thought it was supposed to be the focus of our lessons.”\n\n\nHer voice was innocent, but she was grinning at me. I stared at her, confusion mixed with the stirrings of cold realization.\n\n\n“You can put the box down,” she said, dropping all pretense. “I know what’s in it.”\n\n\n“A…”\n\n\n“Penis. A good replica of one, rather.”\n\n\nI slowly lowered the case, my mind reeling. “But… why…?”\n\n\n“I’m sorry that you came here under false pretenses, but did you really believe that a teacher for commoners would be chosen to tutor me?”\n\n\n“Well… I was supposed to be a temporary replacement…” I mumbled, rethinking everything that had brought me here.\n\n\n“That was just so that anyone looking into it wouldn’t think twice about you being here,” she said bluntly, then smiled. “They’d probably think a lot more about it if they knew your past…”\n\n\nI froze, staring at her. The words *you know?* came to my lips, but I stopped myself. She obviously knew.\n\n\n“I was impressed, actually,” she continued, watching my reactions. “You did what you had to to survive, and you managed to work your way out, start a new life. But… hopefully you haven’t lost those skills.”\n\n\nI swallowed heavily, my chest painfully tight. “What… what do you want me to do?”\n\n\n“I need you to teach me how to give a blowjob,” she said. \n\n\nI blinked. \n\n\n“I’m not going to get into all the political problems of the kingdom, but right now, I’m effectively unmarriageable. Too strong-willed and unladylike, apparently.” She snorted. “So I need to make myself more appealing somehow, and being really good at sex seemed like the least boring way to do that.”\n\n\nI just stood there for a few moments, trying to comprehend everything that was happening. “Um… why me?”\n\n\n“It wouldn’t exactly go unnoticed if we started bringing prostitutes into the palace, and there’s no guarantee they would keep it private. You have all the knowledge, but nobody will suspect you, and… well, we know your secret. If you ever tell someone about what happens in this bedroom, everyone will know who you used to be. Also, my father’s men will hunt you down and… well, just don’t tell anyone about what we’re doing. Okay?” She smiled brightly at me.\n\n\n“May I… sit down…?” I said faintly, and she gently took my arm, guiding me to collapse with my head in my hands on an incredibly soft lounge. She sat next to me, looking amused.\n\n\n“I know this is a lot to take in,” she began.\n\n\n“No shit,” I muttered, then clamped a hand over my mouth, horrified. She giggled, clapping her hands together.\n\n\n“Oh, it’s so refreshing to hear cursing! Please, don’t stop yourself on my account. We’re going to be *doing* much worse.”\n\n\nThat idea was hard to accept, but I didn’t see any choice for myself here. It wasn’t like I could refuse a royal request, even without the blackmail of my past. I… was going to have to teach the princess how to fuck like a whore. \n\n\nGood lord. \n\n\nThere was, hidden in the overwhelming disbelief, a sliver of shivery excitement. Bella was adorable, and more down to earth than any noble I’d met. This could go wrong in any number of ways, but the actual teaching wouldn’t be *that* bad...\n\n\n“So, what do you say?” she prompted, dragging me out of my thoughts.\n\n\nI let out an incredulous little giggle, looking up at her. “What can I say, besides… would you like to begin your lesson?”\n\n\n-------\n\n\nI'll probably continue this if people want to see more. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My face when my character is dating a dragon-Titania the dragon fucker | [
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"content": ">Be me, sexy af female elf mercenary captain.\n\n>Me and the boys in generic human kingdom 2543\n\n>Looking for work\n\n>Meet cocky prince\n\n>Hides a stiffy when he sees me\n\n>Can't blame him\n\n>Says he needs some help killing a dragon\n\n>Apparently dragon has captured a princess from other generic human kingdom.\n\n>Prince says he'll cover all expenses and give us the dragon's hord if we \"help\" him.\n\n>Clearly wants us to do all the heavy lifting, and he get princess boty.\n\n>I accept because nothing ventured nothing gained.\n\n>We go to dragon's cave in the mountains.\n\n>Before we enter prince gives speech about how this is for the good of the kingdom, the people bla bla bla.\n\n>You just want the princess you pretentious fucker.\n\n>We enter the cave\n\n>I notice a distinct lack of dragon killing equipment.\n\n>ask prince\n\n>is confused\n\n>\"you didn't bring any?\"\n\n>fuck\n\n>hear roar\n\n>fuckfuckfuck.mp3\n\n>Fireball comes out of no where\n\n>kills all my men\n\n>only me and prince left\n\n>Biggest dragon I'd ever seen comes into view\n\n>Prince runs\n\n>Somehow actually makes it out\n\n>I am not that lucky\n\n>dragon picks me up\n\n>asks what the fuck I'm doing there\n\n>can't think of anything\n\n>activate feminine side \n\n>\"Why I heard there was a big strong dragon here and I just had to catch a glimpse.\"\n\n>mfw it works\n\n>mfw dragon puts me down\n\n>mfw dragon begins to to glow\n\n>mfw dragon turns into elf female\n\n>mfw dragon is naked\n\n>mfw dragon is really sexy\n\n>MFW DRAGON HAS THE BIGGEST DICK I HAD EVER SEEN.\n\n>Dragon tells me trespassers have to pay\n\n>rockthedragon.mp3\n\n>dragon forces me on my knees\n\n>puts cock in my mouth\n\n>start of slow\n\n>I decide to fuck it, literally.\n\n>show the dragon what I got\n\n>deep throat the bitch\n\n>thank God I don't have a gage reflex.\n\n>dragon surprised\n\n>kind enough to help me give her a blowjob.\n\n>pelvicthrust.gif\n\n>She comes in my mouth\n\n>her come tastes pretty good actually, very savory\n\n>she helps me up, asks if I'm ok\n\n>my jaw is a bit sore, but otherwise good\n\n>she apologizes\n\n>she invites me deeper into the cave\n\n>My entire life is in ruins so why the fuck not?\n\n>we go, as we walk we talk\n\n>learn more about her, her name is Terra, she is a pretty good person once you get to know her.\n\n>I tell her why I'm actually there\n\n>she's very understanding\n\n>but says the princess came to her because her parents wanted to marry her off to someone she didn't love.\n\n>whatatwist.mp3\n\n>kinda feel bad about wanting to kill her now\n\n>we arrive at the Terra's hord\n\n>massivepileofgold.jpg\n\n>meet princess\n\n>she's very cute\n\n>they are a very cute couple\n\n>mfw they ask if I'd like to stay\n\n>mfw I say yes\n\n> mfw life is good\n\n> we make love every day\n\n> dragon come is very nutritious and rich in calories\n\n> it gives me a fat ass, and doubles the size of my titts.\n\n> stomach still flat though\n\n> I get pussy from one, dick from the other, and ass from both.\n\n> heavenisreal.mp3\n\n> meanwhile the prince desides to kill his father and take over the kingdom and the kingdom of the princess.\n\n> He starts acting like a bigger asshole than he already was\n\n> declare himself god emperor, and does generic evil stuff\n\n> eventually we hear of this\n\n> pricess wants to go save her people\n\n> dragon is on board\n\n> they look to me\n\n> youhavemysword.mp3\n\n> try and put my armour back on \n\n> mfw it doesn't fit anymore\n\n> sexy body why do you betray me?\n\n> mfw two naked women and a dragon have to save the people\n\n> we ride Terra to the closest castle and take it over without a fight\n\n> announce our intentions to the world, and challenge the now emperor to a fight\n\n> bastard brings his entire army\n\n> we offer to negotiate\n\n> he attacks\n\n> but then I realize\n\n> the idiot didn't learn his lesson\n\n> the army can't kill the dragon\n\n> they all burn to a crisp\n\n> we give Terra a thorough fucking that night\n\n> the next few days are spent mopping up the prince's remaining supporters\n\n> me and Terra attend the coronation\n\n> mfw it's empress now\n\n> mfw I get to do it with an empress\n\n> one night Terra wants to do me in the ass\n\n> I get on all fours, everybody walk the dinosaur."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A formerly flat-chested tomboy is struggling to cope with the unexpected alterations to her body after a mix up at the doctors' office leaves her with an enhanced bust. Now she suddenly has to deal with the leers of men, a shift in weight and balance... And her SO's... enthused interest in her. | [
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"content": "“What the fuck,” she said under her breath, staring at herself in the mirror. She bent down and splashed her face with cold water from the sink to clear the sleep from her eyes, but when she straightened up nothing had changed. Her chest was still pushing out her tank top much more than it had been yesterday. Cautiously, she lifted up the fabric, confirming that her breasts were at least a cup-size larger. Maybe two. Her cute little As were headed towards Cs.\n\n\n“What the fuck,” she muttered again, letting go of her shirt and pushing a hand through her short brown hair, squeezing her eyes shut.\n\n\n“G’mornin’,” a half-awake voice mumbled as the bathroom door opened, and she felt her girlfriend’s arms slip around her waist as a chin nestled on her shoulder, warmth pressing against her back. She opened her eyes to find Hailey smiling at her in the mirror, and the tight little ball of fear in her chest lessened.\n\n\n“Morning, babe,” she murmured. “Um… am I going insane, or are my tits *way* bigger than they were yesterday?”\n\n\n“What?” Her girlfriend’s hands slipped upwards, cupping her newfound bust through the tank top. She was silent for a few moments, then said, “What the fuck?”\n\n\n“Yeah.”\n\n\n“Ave, your tits are way bigger!”\n\n\n“I know!”\n\n\n“I- I-” Hailey grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, taking in her chest with astonishment. “How?”\n\n\n“I don’t know!”\n\n\nAfter a moment, she lifted her girlfriend's shirt and stared, slowly reaching out to hold the soft flesh. Avery sucked in a sharp breath as her breast was squeezed and a thumb teased over the soft bud on top, turning it hard.\n\n\n“Ff-fuck, they’re so sensitive…” she groaned, her hand coming up to hold her girlfriend’s wrist.\n\n\n“Really? Even more than before?” Hailey’s eyes gleamed with mischievous light as she reached out to her girlfriend’s other breast, making her nipple stiff and rolling it between her fingertips. Avery gasped, grabbing the sink counter as her knees buckled under the sensation.\n\n\n“Quit it, babe, this is ser- serious!”\n\n\n“Aww, okay.” Hailey reluctantly lowered her hands, a smile tugging at her lips. “They’re really fun to play with, though.”\n\n\n“Yeah, but how the fuck did I get them is the question!” Her shrill voice carried more than a hint of panic.\n\n\nHailey took her girlfriend’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “It’s alright, calm down. Having bigger boobs isn’t going to kill you. Just… try and think about what might have caused it. Was there anything weird going on yesterday?”\n\n\nAvery took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself. “Um… fuck. So… I went to work, that was normal. I got my hair cut. I got some groceries. I… picked up my prescription… sonuvabitch.” She yanked open the medicine cabinet, grabbing a little bottle of pills and bringing it close to her face to peer at the tiny text. After a moment, she slammed it down on the counter, letting her head fall back as she groaned, “Fuck *me*, I thought they looked a bit different.”\n\n\n“That’s not your normal stuff?” Hailey asked, picking up the bottle, then snorted as she read the description, bringing a hand to cover her mouth. “Oh, definitely not. How many of these did you take?”\n\n\n“Like… five or six? That’s what I’m supposed to take if they give me the right fucking medicine.”\n\n\n“It says one every twenty-four hours, so… I think we solved the case of the magic breasts.” Hailey grinned and set down the pills. “It doesn’t look like it’s permanent, at least. You’ll just have to deal with these for a while.” She reached up and pinched Avery’s nipple through the tank top, giggling as it made her go rigid.\n\n\n“Not… fair…” Avery growled through clenched teeth, her breathing short and sharp.\n\n\n“I just want to play with these while I can,” Hailey said innocently, keeping a hold on the hard bud as she stepped backwards, forcing her girlfriend to follow her. “You know I love your little boobs, but these are great. I want to see if I can make you come with just your nipples.”\n\n\nAvery shivered, remembering the last time her girlfriend had tried that. It had been a long, torturous, and ultimately failed experiment that left her unbelievably wet and needy, but with her breasts this sensitive it might actually be possible. It wasn't like she had much of a choice (or objection) in participating in a second test, though. Her girlfriend led her down the hall and into the bedroom with gentle tugs, pushing her back onto the messy covers they had just gotten out of and climbing up to straddle her waist. Hailey leaned down and kissed her girlfriend, pulling back with an impish smile.\n\n\n“Now, do you think you can be a good girl, or will I have to tie you up...?”\n\n\n-----\n\n\nThis may get a continuation if people enjoy it. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The woman you love is sending you letters from her voyage on a vessel far away. At every port she sends a vivid depiction of her journey. The ship she is on is manned by a crew of the filthiest privateer scum this side of the Caribbean. The letters make for increasingly erotic reading. | [
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"content": "(First entry. I'll try to post the stages of her journey as I write them. Enjoy!)\n\nFebruary 19, 1816\n\nMy dearest love,\n\nIn little more than a year, one hopes, I shall be returned to your arms again. With the war now over, I may return from these distant lands and we may begin our lives together as once we dreamed. Many of the privateer ships that once fought ruthlessly with the Dutch amongst these isles are now released from their duty and are charting courses back to our beloved England.\n\nI have booked passage on just such a ship, the Ceres, captained by the magnificent James Easton. He is quite well-known on the Malacca Strait for his bloodthirsty nature and loyalty to the Crown. I found myself quivering with fear as I negotiated my passage on his ship since so many of these privateers detest accepting passengers, but he was quite amenable to having me on board. I believe he could sense my desperation and desire to be reunited with you. Although he did warn me that the voyage would be longer than I originally expected. Apparently the newly released privateers all plan to return home with a bounty of goods and spices. Captain Easton is planning a number of stops at ports along the way to fill his ship and make his fortune.\n\nBut never fear, my love, the Captain assured me that despite the delay I would be eventually returned to your arms \"a well-traveled, cosmopolitan, mature woman. Quite different than the one he once knew.\" And I must say I agree with the Captain, my love. These years of travel have changed me and I hope that when we are together again you will be just as in love with me as the day you kissed me goodbye!\n\nAlready the ship is provisioned and crates of nutmeg, cloves, and other exotic spices are packed into the hold. On the morrow he Ceres departs, bound for the Indian port of Calcutta. I dearly hope that I am not as overcome with the terrible sickness of the sea as I was on my journey from England. I barely left my cabin for the entire trip, but as I am now a seasoned traveler one hopes that I will be above such unseemly weakness. I will endeavor to keep a log of my journey and at every port I will write to you, my love, to tell you of my adventures. Imagine my soft voice whispering these words to you before you sleep and know that I am dreaming of you and the day when we will be together again.\n\nYour faithful love,\n\nEmmaline Pearce"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young explorer thinks she has found a previously undiscovered tribe. In reality the village is a set for a porn production. | [
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"content": "Don’t go into the jungle alone, they’d said. You’ll be hopeless without a guide, they’d said. All the money in the world can’t stop a panther from mauling you to death, they’d said.\n\nWell, Madeline had certainly shown them!\n\nSure, her arms and legs were covered in small scratches from that time when she’d decided that wading through several bushes full of thorns would save her more time than going around them. Yes, her decision to wear what could be charitably described as a stylish but ineffective explorer’s outfit – a khaki, button-down top that didn’t quite cover her stomach; a matching skirt; mesh leggings; and knee-high, heeled boots – had led to her acquiring some itchy bug bites in places she couldn’t quite reach. And it was certainly true that extraordinary good fortune – rather than any sort of common sense or intuition – had enabled her to escape the wrath of a mama bear who’d discovered her playing with its cute little cub. But now? Now, she’d really done it.\n\nMadeline Ambrosia Smythe had discovered a heretofore-undiscovered civilization. Daddy would be so very proud of her – and so relieved that all the money he’d pumped into her senior trip to South America would be worth it.\n\nAs she peered at them from behind a tree, she blindly fished her iPhone out from her purse and opened that nifty audio recording app she’d downloaded just the other day. “Captain’s log,” she murmured – she was sure that wasn’t what a seasoned explorer would say at the beginning of an audio diary, but it sounded very official – “I appear to have discovered a pair of natives – a man and a woman – who have no idea how civilized society works. For one thing, they’re not wearing any clothes.” She leaned out a little more to get a better look: the bronze-skinned pair were indeed quite naked, and, she had to admit, both rather beautiful, with flawless complexions and fit frames; they were perhaps five years or so older than she was. “They also appear to be speaking a language I’ve never heard before in my life.”\n\nMadeline watched the two converse for a little while; they seemed to have a pleasant relationship with one another, smiling and chattering away like old friends. She also couldn’t help noticing that the man of the pair was growing steadily more – well, erect – which caused her cheeks to grow rather flushed.\n\n“All right, I’m making a decision, here,” she muttered. “I’m going to go introduce myself.”\n\nAnd with that, Madeline tucked her phone away and ventured forth to make first contact with what very well could’ve been a mysterious society unspoiled by contact with the modern world.\n\n***Fifteen Minutes Earlier***\n\n“Hey,” said Amanda as she walked onto the set of *Natives Gone Wild XII*, speaking Portuguese – her native language, and a widely-spoken tongue in South America that most people would’ve been able to identify. “You’re here early.”\n\n“Well, you know what they say,” replied Pablo, shrugging his shoulders and grinning amiably at his co-star – and also speaking Portuguese, which is, again, an extremely common language in the region. “Early to bed, early to rise, blah blah blah.”\n\n“I don’t think that’s how that saying goes.” Amanda sighed as she walked closer to Pablo, yawning and stretching her arms over her head. “Anyway, you ready for another day of shooting?”\n\n“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Pablo frowned. “There’s just one thing that’s been bothering me today.”\n\n“What’s that?”\n\n“This crazy white lady has been staring at me from behind that tree for like ten minutes.”\n\nAmanda glanced in the direction that Pablo had indicated. There was indeed a girl there who looked to be around college age – a pretty blonde in what looked like a slutty safari Halloween costume – who ducked back behind the tree moments after Amanda made eye contact with her.\n\n“She doesn’t look that crazy to me,” Amanda said. “Just shy, maybe. And out of her depth.”\n\n“Anyone walking around in the jungle in that getup is crazy, as far as I’m concerned.”\n\n“Say, you don’t think...” Amanda looked back at the tree; she could just see the top of the girl’s head poking out from behind the trunk. “Could she be that new actress they said they were gonna fly in from America?”\n\n“Huh. You know, I bet she is,” Pablo replied. “Probably decided to take a walk and got lost, poor thing.”\n\n“Hey – she’s coming. Guess we ought to introduce ourselves. Shame I don’t speak any English.”\n\n“I know a little,” Pablo said. “We’ll figure something out.”\n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\nAfter taking a deep, steadying breath, Madeline emerged from behind the tree and walked right over to the pair of them, who were looking bemusedly over at her. “Hello,” she said, as loudly and clearly as she could, hoping that – somehow – they at least got the gist of what she was trying to communicate. “I’m Madeline,” she added, gesturing to herself.\n\nThe man pointed at her. “Madeline,” he said, smiling. Then, he pointed to himself – “Pablo,” – and the woman – “Amanda.”\n\nMadeline decided to ignore the fact that those sounded like remarkably normal names. “I’m from America,” she explained, pointing in a vaguely northern direction.\n\n“America!” Pablo grinned at Amanda, who grinned right back. Then, he gestured grandly at the area around them. “Here – um, here for shoot?”\n\n“What? I don’t want to shoot you,” Madeline replied. “I want to study you. Stu-dy.” She used her hand to point from Pablo’s head to his toes. “Learn.”\n\nPablo didn’t seem to quite get what Madeline was saying, but the pointing did evidently have some significance for him. He smirked and stepped forward, and then winked at Amanda, who did the same; while she moved behind Madeline, running her fingers through the girl’s hair, Pablo moved in front of her, hands on her shoulders, his length dimpling the girl’s exposed belly. “I teach you,” he said, simply.\n\n“Whoa, um – I-I don’t think – ooh...” Madeline really had intended to protest this sudden closeness and intimacy, but she found that Amanda’s delicate touches and caresses, coupled with Pablo’s deft unbuttoning of her top, were causing her libido – already working overtime after watching the naked natives chatting and flirting for the better part of fifteen minutes – to spike considerably. “Just be gentle, I guess...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Since first contact with extra-terrestrial species, you have had one goal in life: Discover and catalog the sexual organs and tendencies of every sentient alien species you can find. You hope that your "Xeno-sexual survival guide" will help people have as much fun as you had while you made it. | [
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"content": "**The abridged Xeno-sexual survival guide.**\n\nDue to increasing pressure to create a smaller more travel friendly version of my best selling Xeno-sexual survival guide, I’ve decided to oblige my fans and so I present to you, the adventurous space farer, a brief but comprehensive list of the absolute best targets of your affections, and those you best steer clear of.\n\n--\n\n**5# Worst**\n\nThe Anazi\n\nThe Anazi is not without merit when it comes to spending a day with them. They’re sociable, well mannered and fairly easily impressed by human strength and stamina. You will experious certain issues once you get into the lovemaking however, not the least of which is the cloud of pheromones released during the initial sexual engagement.\n\nA single cloud of the Anazi’s famed pheromones can drive a crowd of humans, or aliens, into a wild horny fever. In fact that great orgy of Gamma Alpha Yankee where two thousand aliens at a concert spontaneously decided to fuck each other like rabbits, were caused by a cloud of Anazi pheromones that drifted down from one of the private boxes.\n\nThis might all sound well and good, but if 1 cloud can cause 2000 to run mad with lust, imagine what being the only recipient of the cloud will do. You will literally fry your brain from lust, with numerous examples of non-Anazi who attempted to have sex with one being locked up in the cosmic looneybin for the rest of their lives.\n\nAnd don’t think a gas mask can help you as the pheromones are absorbed through the skin. So unless you’re willing and able to fuck through a hazmat suit you best steer clear.\n\n--\n\n**4# Worst**\n\nThe Nashvardi\n\nNo she doesn’t actually like you, no that is not a welcoming vagina, no seriously, it is not. The Nashvardi evolved from plants quite similar to the pitcher plants of earth. The pitcher plants on earth evolved to appeal to small insects or animals so they could be trapped and dissolved, the Nashvardi evolved to appeal to the tastes of most humanoids. \n\nIf you fall into this honey pot you’ll be lucky if there’s anything left of your manhood when you pull out.\n\n--\n\n**3# Worst**\n\nThe Goregash\n\nThis one’s for the ladies or the ones more interested in receiving than giving. The Goregash are big, strong and I’m told quite attractive to those of that persuasion. Their manhoods are also quite impressive and that’s where the trouble starts. The human body cannot physically handle the loving of these beasts, even if you spend your weekend being double fisted by your favorite lumberjack you wont be safe. \n\nThe manhood looks large when the lovemaking starts but as the Goregash gets into the mood their two step climax starts. The first part is the problem, the Goregash’s ejaculate is pumped into the manhood and it expands like a water balloon hooked up to a pressure cleaner. It will literally crack the pelvic bones from the sheer speed of the expansion, which puts quite a damper on the mood.\n\nI hear that when they get to the second part of the climax the ejaculate sprays out like silly string so that’s probably a sight to behold.\n\n--\n\n**2# Worst**\n\nThe Mantias\n\nThey look like huge mantises, just like their name sounds like. Do you know how a matis mates? Just know that unless you’re the headless horseman you probably want to steer clear.\n\n--\n\n**1# Worst**\n\nThe Holiar\n\nI get that this one is shocking, the Holiar are beautiful creatures, there are investigations into whether or not they’re the inspiration for the biblical angels. But believe me, no matter how badly you want to nezzle up to those big fluffy wings, reach around and fondle those big soft tits and sink your cock into one of their tight welcoming dual vaginas. DON’T!\n\nIt will be all fun and games during the sex, but the reason all of the Holiar look so perfect, is that they don’t carry their own young. After you’ve blown your load inside one of them, they will pin you to the ground sit down on your stomach and turn your chest into a nice cozy nest for them to lay their eggs in. You haven’t seen sexual pleasure mixed with indescribable horror until you’ve seen the frozen face of a Holiar nest."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A lonely artist comes into possession of a scrapbook that turns drawings and writings into reality. His first drawing turns a fictional character real and she’s horny, confused and must obey his commands. Will he summon a copy of a celebrity next? The choice is yours. | [
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"content": "Contains some body horror\n***\n\"Five dollars,\" said the old woman at the tag sale. \n\n\"One, \" Taylor countered. \"I mean, this sketch book is already used,\" he said, flipping through the first few pages of the magazine-sized journal.\n\n\"Deal. If you're into art, I have her other art supplies down there,\" she said, pointing at a box under the table. Pens, charcoal, and half-used tubes of acrylic paint were piled on top of dirty palettes and mostly used junk. \"Too bad she couldn't sell a damned thing. Took off in the middle of the night with all her crap in the apartment. *Fucking artists*,\" she spat. \"No offense.\"\n\n\"None taken,\" Taylor replied. He gave her a dollar bill then walked to his favorite coffee house for breakfast. \n\nTaylor was impressed with the work in the journal. Whoever she was, the original owner had talent, or at least made massive improvements. While the first few pages had crude forms, the next iterations of the subject, a nude man, became more clear and surprisingly evocative. The last drawing was almost *trompe l'oeil* in it's hyper-realistic shading and tone. The man's face was serene and his outstretched hand begged to be grasped. Taylor sipped his matcha tea and pulled a mechanical pencil from his coat pocket.\n\nHe hadn't drawn in weeks, uninspired to do any kind of creative work, but after seeing the last drawing, he felt like he needed to respond, as if the universe demanded it. He started at the bottom edge of the blank page and drew a clean dark line up the page, slowly but confidently. The abstract line was joined by another, and out of the pale white void appeared a thigh, hip, and part of a torso. After a time, he dropped the pencil and massaged his wrist. He looked at the unfinished figure and decided to work on it later. As he rose with his cup, a drop of the green tea fell onto the sketch book and stained her neck and shoulder in moss green. The paper fully absorbed it before he could even grab a napkin. Still, he put th napkin over it and closed the book to let the napkin soak up what it could. \n\nBack at home, Taylor hopped up to his drafting table and opened the book. He closed his eyes and imagined the woman he wanted to create and then re-started the picture. *She's fun and athletic*, he thought as he drew her short, curly hair and toned arms. He added a sports bra and just the slightest hint of nipples underneath, before completing her waist and hips, stopping half-way down her thighs at the edge of the page. \n\nHe focused on the blank slate that was her face. Taylor drew her eyes open slightly, then her darkened mouth, biting her lower lip. He didn't mean to make the figure so needy, but his hand finished the job. He put down the pencil and massaged his wrist again when he heard something fall onto his couch behind him. He turned around to look. \n\n\"What the fuck is this?\" he heard a woman say. She had the same features as the figure on the page; defined muscles, sports bra full lips, and nothing below her thighs, only a blurry end to her limbs. She touched the green stain that covered part of her neck and shoulder then looked up at Taylor. \"I think you botched something.\"\n\nTaylor nearly slid off his stool. \"I must be going crazy. You... you're not real.\"\n\n\"Of course I'm not real, you just drew me,\" she said flatly. \"But that doesn't mean I'm not physical.\" She ran her fingers over her stomach and reached over her bra, feeling her nipples harden under the neoprene. \"Oh, you dirty man. Do you know how hard these have to be to poke through this thick material?\" She grabbed the lower edges of the bra and peeled them over her head, her breasts bouncing back into place. She hefted a breast in each hand and squeezed her dark nipples and moaned. \"You've got... quite a talent,\" she said, staring at the bulge forming in his pants.\n\nTaylor gingerly walked over and sat next to her. He reached slowly for her face but hesitated, until she looked at him and nodded. Her skin was soft and warm under his touch as he ran his thumb over her apple cheeks. She held his wrist with both hands and guided his thumb into her mouth. She closed her eyes and began to suck on it softly. Taylor couldn't believe how good it felt to have his finger played with this way. Her tongue danced over the pad and knuckle, savoring his taste. \n\nAs her head moved back and forth over his thumb, Taylor grabbed her breast with his free hand and massaged it with slow, deliberate movement. She arched her back and reclined into the couch until her bare sex was against his thigh. He looked down and saw how wet she was, grinding on his pants. He took his hand away from her mouth and breast, then slid them over her incomplete legs. As his hands approached the ends, he felt a vibration that got stronger as he approached the blurry edges. \n\n\"I have an idea,\" he said as he took off his pants and underwear. He grabbed his semi-erect cock and stroked himself until it rose upright. Taylor grabbed her at the waist and lifted her until he could suck on her breasts.\n\n\"Yes, baby, like that,\" she moaned as he lavished her nipples with his tongue. Taylor held her by her ass then slowly lowered the end of her thigh over his cock until it enveloped him. She was caught off-guard. \"That... that tickles.\"\n\n\"Oh, fuck!\" he grunted. The vibration and heat inside her leg was incredible. There was no femur, not even the feeling of flesh; just an electric void of pure pleasure. She was light as a feather, which made it easier for him to slide her stump up and down. She held onto his neck and bit her lip as he fucked her thigh. \n\n\"Fuck me baby,\" she moaned. \"Fuck me in my wet pussy. I need your cum in me\"\n\nTaylor obliged her and dropped her onto his throbbing cock. He closed his eyes and held her hips as he thrust into her. Without knees or the rest of her legs, Taylor had to do all the work to fuck her and he loved every minute of it. He slid his hands to the ends of her thighs and looked at her with desire. \"I want to be more inside you.\"\n\n\"Do it, baby,\" she said, gasping. She let out a big sigh as Taylor reached into her legs with both hands. \"Fuck!\" she screamed as his hands slid deeper into the buzzing space. He up to his elbows in her when he felt the outline of his own cock with his fingertips. There was a membrane that separated his hands from his shaft, but he was able to grip himself from inside her and began to stroke. \n\n\"Oh my god, I fucking love this,\" she moaned. Taylor moved her body with more speed and pressure, her wet pussy slapping into his base. She kissed him deeply and rode him hard, feeling him tighten and reach the point of now return.\n\n\"Oh god! F-fuck!\" he grunted as he came inside her. He felt her muscles milk him dry as the vibrations in her legs turned into spasms and pulses. He pulled his hands out of her and held her ass, rocking her body on his softening cock. He gently laid her back onto the couch and watched his cum leak from her pussy. He collapsed on top of her and kissed her again, breathing heavily on her neck. Taylor lifted himself up as he felt her soften underneath him. She was fading away.\n\n\"Next time, loverboy...\" she said in a whisper, and she was gone in a blink of an eye. Taylor stood up, naked and confused, then walked back to the drafting table. His drawing changed. One hand was now covering her bare pussy, the other coyly tugging on her lower lip. A speech bubble above her said \"...don't forget the legs.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thunderbolts & Lightning | [
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"content": "Thunder rolled, rattling the windows.\n\n\n“Keep it down, babe,” she murmured. “You’re gonna scare the neighbors.”\n\n\n“Yeah,” I breathed, trying to concentrate, but it was oh-so-fucking difficult when her fingers were curling inside me like that, sending crackling sparks of pleasure up my spine and overloading my brain. I clutched at the heavy rubber sheet over the bed, grabbing handfuls of the dense material and feeling the electricity lighting up my nerves as it rebounded up my arm. Everything was so much more intense when I wasn’t grounded, giving me a feedback loop of sensation as more and more power flooded my body. She was very, very careful to only touch me where she was protected by her gloves. They went up the shoulder, and she could (and basically was) safely gripping a live power line. I did my best to stay still, the tension in my body growing into a burning pressure as two fingers thrust inside me and a thumb stroked across my clit. Ragged breaths were all I could manage as thunder crashed again, sympathetic electricity in the sky seeking to free me. I could feel every bit of hair on my body straining outward, trying to escape the dangerous buildup inside me.\n\n\nMy moan was drowned out by a deafening rumble as the bedroom turned a stark blue-white. She was only a silhouette beside me in the blinding flash, but I could make out her eyes, staring into mine while her fingers sent me into bliss. My thighs clamped around her hand as my back arched off the bed, the coiled mix of power and pleasure surging through my body until I just slumped back with my eyes closed, panting and limp with every ounce of energy in my body expended. Another bolt of lightning painted my eyelids red, but when the thunder died away it proved to be the last one.\n\n\n“You safe?” she murmured, stroking a hand over my leg. I nodded, and she stripped off the gloves, laying down beside me and wrapping me in a warm embrace.\n\n\n“Thanks,” I mumbled. She kissed me gently on the cheek.\n\n\n“You don’t have to thank me. I’m your girlfriend.”\n\n\n“Most girlfriends don’t have to worry about getting electrocuted...”\n\n\n“Most girlfriends don’t have badass superhero girlfriends, either,” she said firmly. “It’s okay.”\n\n\n“Mm. I appreciate it anyways.”\n\n\nShe gave a soft snort, propping herself up on an arm and leaning over me for a kiss. “If you really want to thank me, I’ve got a way…”\n\n\n---------\n\n\nA short thing. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Our Protagonist finds a genie that grants them 3 wishes! Except they all have a sexual spin and the genie is a pervert through and through | [
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"content": "The lamp wasn't anything like Connor anticipated. But then, how does one rationalize rubbing an antiquated lighting appliance and causing an ancient magical being fly out of it? It was like trying to wrap one's head around the realization that a favorite childhood storybook character was real. He'd seen Aladdin as a kid, he'd watched old syndicated reruns of *I Dream of Jeannie* as an adult, and he'd heard countless *\"A genie appears offering to grant three wishes\"* jokes for all the days in between. He considered himself fairly well-versed on the rules of how genies work, and the genie/master dynamic. More than once in his life, he even granted himself time to fantasize about what he would do if he were ever confronted with the choice, of what he'd wish for. He found himself in the unlikely position of being confronted with that choice now. And so, he did what any sensible, logical person would do in such a situation.\n\n\"If you could just tell me, one last time,\" Connor asked apologetically to the stoic man walking beside him, \"how many times did your team step through the Claim Set?\"\n\n\"Dozens,\" replied Mr. Sasaki, his face expressing less than none of the emotions contained behind it. In the weeks Connor had known the man, he'd barely seen a hint of emotion in his quiet, monkish eyes. He was of Japanese descent, and of that strict sort of Japanese demeanor, but had a clearly American accent. They walked together, and an uncomfortable silence settled. \n\n\"How many exactly?\" Connor ventured.\n\n\"Every paragraph of the claims section was regarded individually by myself,\" Mr. Sasaki declared slowly while he walked, both annoyed at the question and not. \"And then, only after every phrasing of each was verified by six of my other clerks. And then, they rotated through a reading of each section to make sure each of them had seen the phrasing of every section no fewer than five times. Nothing falls beyond the scope of the definition section. Everyone attests that your - *invention* - is defined only under the strictest terms.\"\n\nConnor sighed anxiously. \"And the search report? What did that say?\"\n\nFor that, Mr. Sasaki stopped, as did the team of a dozen people trailing them. He looked up at Connor with a composure that was a bit more jovial than he might have expected. \"Mr. Poole,\" he stated, almost begging a question with his tone, \"no-one in the history of this country has ever invented something like what is in this document.\"\n\nThe team of people behind him and Sasaki waited until Connor was satisfied. He made as accepting of a nod as he could, given his racing anxiety level, and Mr. Sasaki turned and began walking again toward their destination, a conference room at the end of the cold, cordial business office. At the end of the hall, the first of Connor's wishes awaited.\n\nConnor, being the benefactor of an actual genie, had done what any sensible, logical person would do in such a situation - he'd hired lawyers.\n\n\"Shall we, Mr. Poole?\" Sasaki called patiently from further down the hallway. The cluster of lawyers and clerks that had been following him had streamed around him, like a river around a single stubborn stone, to keep up with the senior partner and founder of Sasaki and Associates Patent Law. Connor had to *excuse-me* and *so-sorry* his way through the crowd to catch up. They allowed it without appearing outwardly annoyed - he was a high-paying customer, after all.\n\nBeing familiar enough about the trope-made-reality of genies, Connor knew that sometimes genies were tricksters. They'd grant wishes wholeheartedly and without hesitation, all while secretly twisting each wish to curse the wisher with some ugly, ironic fate based on some loosely-interpreted phrasing. Lawyers were some of the best and brightest on the planet when it came to crafting loosely-interpreted phrasing into air-tight legalese - specifically, intellectual property and patent lawyers. And Connor had taken months since the day he'd found the lamp to educate himself about patent law, emptied his life savings retaining an expensive firm of patent lawyers for weeks, and tasked them with writing a foolproof wish. \n\n\"Thank you again-\" Connor stammered a bit as he stumbled to match stride with Sasaki, who walked forth with purpose. \"I just... I wanted to thank you again for all your hard work on this project, Mr. Sasaki.\"\n\n\"Hard work is the only kind of work done here,\" he stated plainly.\n\n\"Well, this will definitely be worth it. We're going to save the world, you know,\" Connor replied, his voice more prophetic than he liked after he heard the words. \"I mean... well, just... thank you.\"\n\n\"Of course, Mr. Poole.\"\n\nThe lawyers knew what they were working on in that they knew it was a very important product, but that was all. He knew nobody would believe him if and when they figured out that the genie, the wishes, and everything else about the scenario was real. Early on, he'd realized it'd be best that nobody find out, in that way that a lottery winner would want to hide his identity from the public. But in a modern era where anything could be deepfaked online and a good chunk of news was deemed fake by the people who consumed it anyway, he realized how unlikely it was anyone would figure him and the genie out. But why take chances? So, he simply hadn't told anyone. Somehow, he still found time to go to work, to spend time with his wife, to keep up with his friends. To all of them, it looked like he was finally putting together some passion project he'd been sitting on his whole life. He alone knew that passion project was a magical wish. \n\nThe wish came in the form of a patented product that was as meticulously defined as a library with books about only one subject - the stack of papers was as thick as a small volume of encyclopedias now. If the definition within was any more air-tight, it'd be a space shuttle. But Connor knew that even a NASA-engineered shuttle could have issues - or catastrophes - so he'd asked Sasaki and his team to look it over, one last time. That \"one last time\" had also happened every few days for months: case in point, the signature pages of draft three hundred seventeen laid in Sasaki's briefcase presently. Ahead of him, the conference room door grew inexorably closer. The time for drafts and plans and *\"one last time\"* had come and gone, now. Connor swallowed a lump, and his hands felt cold.\n\nSasaki paused, just short of reaching for the door handle to Connor's fate. He turned, stopped, and began a carefully prepared speech.\n\n\"Mr. Poole,\" he began fatefully, as if he needed him to understand the gravity of the door handle. \"We are at the end of our process. Beyond, you and your partners will sign the final documents to transfer this patent to your business entity - there is no going back after that.\"\n\nConnor nodded quickly, or perhaps too quickly. Sasaki must have noticed, because he continued, this time with a bit of impatience leaking through into his tone and posture:\n\n\"If you have any requests related to your... *product*... and its patent, the time to make them is now. *Before* we go into this room. Because once we finalize these signatures? There is no going back.\"\n\nConnor swelled and deflated with a deep exhaled breath. Sasaki couldn't have made Connor anymore nervous with his words if the stern man had been the genie himself. Behind them, more than a few members in the legal team cringed at Sasaki's words as if Connor might have interpreted them as reason they might be confined to a room somewhere and made to read the entire document from page one all over again. *One last time.*\n\n\"No,\" Connor settled. \"There isn't any going back.\" He offered his hand. Sasaki shook it. The legal team sighed in relief as quietly as they could. Everyone moved in closer as Sasaki turned the brass handle and pushed open the large door to the conference room.\n\nInside, a small group of the sexiest women any of them had ever seen in their lives turned their eyes to the doorway, and smiled.\n\nIt was as though they had accidentally walked in on pornstars doing a law-office-themed photoshoot. One tall, gorgeous brunette stood by the large observation window. She wore a white blouse stretched tight over her heavy bust, and a black pencil skirt hiked up just high enough that, along with her posture, it showed a hint of the cleavage under her thick, creamy-skinned ass against her thick, toned thighs. There was no pantyline to be seen, and she was glaring out the window while thoughtfully nibbling on her glasses as though she had no idea she were leaned over in a faux-pensive *pin me to the window and fuck me*-pose. A busty redhead dressed in a sleeveless dazzling blue halter top that concealed her massive cleavage - but traded that for revealing half of her huge breasts from the sides - cast a dazzling blue-eyed glare up from the screen of her cellphone as she lounged in one of the high-backed leather chairs. An amazonian looking blonde, made taller by five-inch red-bottomed heels, posed in a black pantsuit with a plunging neckline that cut the fabric all the way to her bellybutton leaving the insides of both of her massive freely-hanging natural breasts in plain sight. She looked up from her newspaper as though she'd been in the middle of reading the most fascinating article about something very enlightening. Four more equally voluptuous women lounged about the room, and all of them glanced up and smiled simultaneously in the most obviously-engineered moment; a sort of stage-ready *\"oh, I didn't see you there!\"* surprise.\n\nAlmost everyone fell deadly silent, trying to process what they were seeing. Only Connor rolled his eyes and sighed frustratedly.\n\n\"Master!\" one of the girls said with genuine excitement.\n\n*Meet the genie, everyone,* he thought to himself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [POETRY] The Bard's Tale. Write any bawdy fantasy story but with rhyming couplets. | [
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"content": "I’ll sing you the tale of the oft-captured maiden,\n\nSaved many times ‘for the royal guard weighed in.\n\nHer case in review is the town tour-de-force, \n\nIn recounting adventures of unblushing whores.\n\n \n\nShe first felt abduction by the hands of the trolls,\n\nWhen she offered them service in place of their tolls.\n\nShe’d swallow their pillars, she’d writhe and she’d moan,\n\nAnd she’d finish herself when dawn turned them to stone.\n\n \n\nA moon hardly passed, when, in dead of the night,\n\nThe woman was found in the arms of a wight,\n\nIn the rags of a nightgown, hands clutching her breasts,\n\nShe claimed that she’d properly laid him to rest.\n\n \n\nWith orcish impalements, with green goblin pricks,\n\nThe maiden-no-more could not live without dicks,\n\nTo hero and monster, to saint and centaur,\n\nShe opened her dungeon to those who’d explore.\n\n \n\nA gnoll split her open, a sphinx toyed with her mind,\n\nA rogue tied her up and then took her behind.\n\nHer night with a giant she keeps to herself,\n\nThough she’s happy to speak of ‘the dwarf and the elf.’\n\n \n\nShe was captured by kobolds and had just broken free,\n\nWhen the king stood at the council and gave his decree,\n\nThough the clerics were galled and the white knights were raving,\n\nThis was a woman that didn’t need saving.\n\n \n\n“Why bother the woman? Why waste the guard’s brawn?\n\nWhy trouble the guillotine? The maiden head’s gone.\n\nIf she’d rather fight with a sheath than a sword,\n\nThen she has the king’s blessing, she has the king’s word.”\n\n \n\nWeary explorer, I sing for your luck,\n\nMay the noise in the dungeon be an unlikely fuck,\n\nLay down your guard, take your foe’s sword instead,\n\nFor ‘tis worse to be headless than he who gives head."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While their parents are conducting serious treaty negotiations, the elven ambassador’s son and the orc chieftain's daughter sneak off for some “cultural exchange.” | [
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"content": "\"They've been at it for a long time, huh?\"\n\nRannon glanced towards the voice; he was sitting on a bench outside the Great Hall, and had been for several hours now. The light of the sun had faded into a warm, orange glow and then into a pale blue shine of evening through the tall, regal windows, and his mother and her aides still had not come out from within the chamber. These were, he knew, important peace talks, but he was still nervous that the orcs might try something untowards. His mother, the Queen Nushala of the Silver Grove, was not without her means to defend herself, but Rannon had watched the Khan of the orcs arrive with his retinue of massive, hulking greenskin warriors, and it was hard not to let his eyes linger on their crude, heavy weapons or their bulging muscles and squat, angular faces that seemed to seethe with menace even when they were smiling. Still, he had to trust that she was safe. And right now, his attention was being drawn towards the voice, with its foreign inflection and strange, throaty sound.\n\n\"It's always like that when my dad gets going.\" The girl was about as tall as Rannon himself, but broader and with skin as green as the canopy of trees visible through the windows. Her eyes were deep-set and brown, and two small tusks parted her lower lips, not enough to be disturbing, but actually rather fetching. Her face lacked much of the feminine grace that marked Rannon's kind, but in its place was an earthen wisdom and, perhaps, a hint of mischievous cunning that both alarmed and enticed the prince. She wore a leather corset over a simple but ornately crafted tunic, and her feet were clad in sturdy boots of leather and fur, a far cry from Rannon's own dainty slipper-shoes.\n\n\"You are Rannon, right? The Prince of these groves?\"\n\nShe was looking a little more intently at him now, and Rannon felt a nervous energy well up in him as he willed himself to respond.\n\n\"I-- yes. I am. And you are Bashuk, aren't you? The Khan's daughter?\"\n\nThe young woman smiled and nodded, and stepped out from where she had been standing in the doorway to the hallway. She moved without the same brute energy as her kin, Rannon noticed, but rather seemed to place every foot as if part of a dance, a dance where only she was privy to the music. Once more, the prince could not help but compare her to the women of his own kind, but where they were often so lithe as to practically be ethereal, there was a solidity to Bashuk that appealed to Rannon in a very real sense. It was perhaps a bit much to say that the princeling was taken by love at first sight, but smitten? Yes, he was smitten.\n\n\"Before he became khan, my father was the Voice of the People.\" Bashuk stepped over and gracefully set herself down next to Rannon on the bench. Her hands, which were as large as his, rested on her thighs as she spoke softly. \"I know that your people put a lot of stock in songs and poetry, but my people, we tell stories. Stories of the old times, of heroes and gods, of the movements of the earth that shaped us into who we are today. It is a tradition to keep these stories alive, and we all like to tell them. But my father, well... he was always better than anyone else at it.\"\n\nBashuk smiled, and turned herself towards Rannon. Her head cocked as she took him in, this tall, slender young elf with his long, pointed ears and smooth, delicate skin that was like the color of bark on an oak tree. By contrast, the silver hair on his head almost seemed out of place, but it was nevertheless very well kept, and swept over his skull to fall past his shoulders. Grace, poise, elegance - the hallmarks of Elven royalty.\n\n\"So once he gets started,\" Bashuk continued softly, \"he can be hard to stop. I'm sure that's why this is dragging out.\"\n\nRannon shrugged, not sure what to say. It felt like he was being slowly dissected by the orc woman's eyes, and he could feel a bit of sweat dripping down the back of his neck as he tried in vain to understand what she wanted from him. There had been war for centuries between their people - millennia, even! Long enough for no one to remember exactly what caused it, except old enmities and bouts of he-said-she-said. He was happy, of course, that peace was finally being discussed - and proud of his mother that she was playing an instrumental part in it - but it would be a lie to suggest that he was not wary of these people who had come to his city, and of whom he had heard nothing but malicious stories and rumors of their cunning and cruelty throughout his life. To find one so near him now, even if she was a very pretty and pleasant person, was.... confusing.\n\n\"I am sure they have much to discuss,\" he said, and glanced over towards the door. It remained closed. Slowly, his eyes fell back on Bashuk, and he felt a strange courage stirring in him. She was an orc, yes, but she was also an honored guest, and he would be lying if he didn't admit to himself that the idea of spending time with her didn't pique his curiosity. So, clearing his throat carefully, Rannon met Bashuk's gaze and asked the first thing that came to mind.\n\n\"Would you like to see the grove in person? It's not often we have such esteemed guests... it would be my honor to show it off.\"\n\n \n\nThe Silver Grove was, to many, the most spiritually important place in the world. Five large, concentric rings of tall trees with dark trunks and bright, silvery leaves, it stood as the heart of Elven civilization, and had done so for as long as anyone could remember. It was said that the ley-lines of the world all connected here, and that the grove was the wellspring of all magic and every wonder in the world. This much Rannon told Bashuk as they walked side by side through the winding paths that lead through the trees, and much to his delight, she listened and nodded attentively, her eyes and smile often darting up to take in the view of the treetops above them, but invariably flittering back to focus on Rannon and his voice.\n\n\"Do you come here often?\"\n\nIt was the first thing she had said in several minutes, and Rannon glanced at her before shrugging slightly. \"Not often, no. Not much to do out here except pray.\"\n\n\"But it's so beautiful.\" Bashuk let her fingers trace over a nearby trunk, and felt the bark grate against her fingertips. \"Where I'm from, there are few trees that aren't cut down for lumber or used to grow food. The ground is hard for trees to take root, and we need the wood to build our homes. If I lived here, I would visit this place every day.\"\n\nRannon smiled, and looked at the greenskin as she fawned over the grove. \"It's easy to ignore the beauty of something when you've grown used to it, I suppose. But I've heard many stories of your home as well. Rugged plains and tall, azure skies that go on forever. I should like to see that someday.\"\n\nBashuk turned to him, a small smirk on her lips. \"Why wait? You could come with us when the negotiations are over.\"\n\nHe frowned, then chuckled. \"You are that certain they will come to an agreement?\"\n\n\"Beyond a doubt.\" Bashuk stepped closer, her feet crunching a few dead leaves under their soles. \"As khan, my father wants to take our people in a different direction. No more senseless bloodshed. I'm sure your mother agrees.\"\n\n\"Certainly.\" Rannon nodded, although he was more concerned with the sudden proximity of the orcess and her busty, muscular body. \"But I'm not sure she would enjoy the idea of letting me leave, all the same..\"\n\n\"You're an adult, aren't you?\" Bashuk smirked, and stepped closer still. This near, Rannon had no choice but to take a step back, or let her come so close that her breasts were brushing up against his front. He stood his ground.\n\n\"She's the worrying sort,\" he muttered lamely, and tried his very hardest not to look down at the hint of green cleavage that Bashuk was offering him. It took all of his willpower to maintain a steady gaze on her face, and as he did, he watched her smile take on a mischievous note. When she said nothing, Rannon added, in an attempt to save what little remained of his dignity: \"And besides, I'm not sure what I would even do out there...\"\n\n\"You would be my guest.\" Bashuk gazed into his eyes, and despite the stark contrast of her features to those of his own kind, Rannon couldn't help but feel a pang of lust shiver down his spine. Her lips, her eyes, the texture of her skin so rugged, and yet--\n\n\"And you would get to see a part of the world you've always wanted to see. You said it yourself. Vast, blue skies and plains that stretch to the horizon. You would get to spend time with me. Unless, of course, that's what you're trying to avoid.\"\n\nThere was a challenge in Bashuk's voice, faint though it might be, and she cocked an eyebrow as she searched the elf's face for his response. It came in the shape of a frown.\n\n\"I would like to spend more time with you. I-- I think you are..\"\n\nHe paused, but Bashuk wasn't having it. \"Yes? I am what?\"\n\nRannon hesitated for a moment more, and then smiled. \"This is forward of me. But I think you are the most interesting person I've met in my life.\"\n\nA smirk creased Bashuk's lips. \"Oh? That's a bold statement. You've known me for all of forty minutes.\" Rannon nodded, but before he could answer, Bashuk reached up and put her hand on his waist.\n\n\"I like forward,\" she purred, and the look on Rannon's face was enough to make her laugh as she pulled him closer to her. He was slighter than her, but still had a masculinity to him that appealed to her, and she let her fingers gently crease his shirt as she held him against her with a grip that was at once firm and yielding. He could have easily torn himself away if he wanted to. The fact that he didn't was all she needed to know.\n\n\"They'll be busy for some hours yet.\" This time it was Rannon who took the lead, his fingers reaching up to cup the orc's broad hips while he spoke. She nodded.\n\n\"Yes. Far into the night, no doubt.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As you rub a lamp hoping that a genie would come out, all you hear is a little voice saying, "oh yes harder." | [
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"content": "Mari picked up her flipflops, tan toes digging into the cool sand. Being overcast and windy, the beach was empty except for her. Tucking them into her bag, she wiggled her toes and felt something hard pressing against them.\n\nWith the sand covering it, the only thing she could see from the slight hole her feet had sank into was a shiny silver color. Figuring it was just a piece of jewelry, she adjusted her bag and then just let it drop next to her as she squatted down. Her terrycloth romper, already baring just about all of her legs and most of her chest, pushed its way up against her more, tugging her bikini top a bit as it seems to try to become a belt.\n\nShe smoothed her hands over it, trying to get it to stop crawling up her ass, but gave up quickly, instead just grabbing the metallic bit she could see through the white sand.\n\nAs it came free, platinum glinting in the sun, she stared blankly at it, mind just spinning around the question of \"what the actual fuck?\"\n\nGold strands and gems dotted the lamp, making it look incredibly expensive and fancy. For having been buried, Mari expected scratches, dents or damage in general but was pleasantly surprised that it was perfect, seemingly buffed smooth by the fine sand. She kneeled, holding it tighter as she turned it to investigate it. The sun made it glitter as she turned it, holding it by the spout and she didn't notice as it seemed to warm in her hands. She tipped it, unceremoniously, and a disproportionate amount of sand rushed out, not all of it matching the almost perfectly white sand dotting her legs. In fact, some of it was unnaturally colored, leaving deep blue streaks as she shook the strange lamp, trying to make it empty.\n\nWhile holding it at an angle, the sand dumping next to her, she started to rub over it, tracing the ridges of a gold swirl. A cough came from the tip as the sand slowed, coming out in trickles of more reflective seeming grains.\n\nStanding up straight, she tucked it against her chest with one arm while the other hand unwedged the romper. The metal was pleasantly warm, and she admired it as she stroked it, brushing away stray grains of sand. A faint sound came from the tip of the lamp, making Mari tip and shake it again, only for more glittery grains to fall out and catch in the wind, being blown against her. Surprisingly, they felt like they melted almost, but they disappeared as she looked, taking the stretch marks they landed on with them.\n\nTipping her head back, Mari laughed loud, and laughed hard. Magic glitter that makes stretchmarks disappear? That seems... ridiculous. It had to be the angle of the light or something. But in the back of her head, she wondered a little.\n\nWith a little devilish smirk on her lips, she took the spout in her right hand, the left holding the handle. With the tip over her chest, she stroked it gently, twisting her wrist like it were a cock she'd grabbed a hold of. It warmed in her hand, more of the glitter scattering over her chest. It left her skin seemingly perfectly smooth, her veins and stretch marks seeming to disappear too. Shaking her head, she held it closer, the spout against her cleavage as she stroked faster.\n\nWith it closer, she heard a distinctly masculine groan from the lamp, and a quiet word, if you could even call it that. It didn't sound like anything she'd ever heard, but it was like she just automatically knew what it meant.\n\n\"Harder, please, stroke it harder,\" the lamp seemed to beg.\n\nShe slipped the fingers of her left hand through the handle, stroking that side of the lamp as she twisted and stroked the spout. Where it hit the fabric of the romper, it seemed to just gleam, so she tugged the fabric down before realizing how she must look and glancing up and down the beach. It was empty still, except for her, and she grinned at the lamp, pursing her lips and giving the tip a quick kiss before setting it down. The glitter tasted odd, sweet and spicy like an exotic dessert, but she only barely noticed it, instead focused on taking off the romper and laying out her towel. Laying back, her romper covered purse as a pillow, she picked up the lamp again.\n\n\"Sorry to leave you waiting, honey.\" she told it, trying not to giggle at the silliness of it all. Holding the handle, she tucked the spout under the band of her top, between her breasts. It was cooler than before, but with her breasts pressed up against it and her making it thrust hard, the heat of the lamp quickly amped up. The glitter poured over her, leaving her skin tingling, and she could hear more grunting from the lamp. With her head tilted forward, she stuck out her tongue and let it pour out onto her tongue. It was so delicious, melting like cotton candy on her tongue, and she wanted more. Her lips wrapped around the spout's tip.\n\nShe let it pop out of her mouth as she pulled it from her cleavage,glitter pouring over her chest as she shoved the spout into her mouth, saliva running down as she fucked her own mouth with it. Her free hand snaked down, pinching her nipple before tracking some of the glitter from her bikini down into her bottoms as her fingers split her lips, stroking her clit quickly. The more of this sweet stuff she slurped down, the faster her hand moved and the louder the groaning from the lamp got, until she couldn't take it anymore.\n\nUntying the side of her bottoms, the tiny triagle of fabric fell onto the opposite thigh, baring her perfectly smooth and waxed pussy to the air.\n\nSliding her top, she freed her breasts, running the hot tip of the lamp's spout over her hard nipples, letting it push in between them, then she dragged it down her stomach, pausing with the tip on her clit.\n\nWith her free hand, she rubbed the glitter in, her skin hot and tingling where it had been, before sliding it down to guide the spout inside herself.\n\nRubbing her clit quickly and feeling the spout expand inside her, she came quickly, head thrown back and her moans echoing off the empty beach. She could hear the voice well now, and he was almost animalistic as he chanted, \"Close, so close..\" as the tip pulsed hot inside her.\n\nPulling it out of herself,breath stuttering from pleasure, she pushed the expanded spout, now much more phallic, between her breasts.\n\nThe lamp was uncomfortably warm, but the moaning and amount of glitter told Mari whatever would happen was about to, so she redoubled her efforts, sucking it as she fucked her bare tits with it, the hand on the handle stroking it too as the moaning turned into grunts, then a shout.\n\nShe felt something thick and hot, like the last hit of a blunt, pouring into her mouth and she opened it, still jerking it between her tits as smoke poured out, that same blue color, and the sounds coming from it. That was more obvious as it solidified into a man, erection not waning in the slightest, with the dark blue color his skin and the silver glitter the color of his pants, barely containing his cock.\n\n\"So, since you have freed me, I suppose I owe some things to you?\" he asked, a smirk on his face as Mari's half lidded eyes roamed over his firm body, then stopping on his cock again.\n\n\"I can think of some things you can do for me... Hurry up and get over here,\" she demanded, struggling with the other tie of her bottoms as she spread her legs wide in the air."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and a few friends go to a drive-in movie theater on a summer night. You're at a double feature and when the second movie is about halfway done you notice the two friends sitting in the front fell asleep with you and your other friend awake in the back. They place their hand on your lap... | [
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"content": "\"This movie is boring as fuck,\" I muttered.\n\n\"I know, right,\" Maggie replied from the passenger side.\n\nI glanced at the front seat. Chris and Ashley had both passed out. \"Want me to wake them?\" I asked.\n\nMaggie paused. \"No, it's OK. Let them rest for a while.\"\n\nWe sat there, watching the movie. Since we'd graduated from high school a few weeks before, I'd wanted to ask her out. I was about to finally say something, but then she moved closer to me and put her hand on my lap.\n\n\"Maggie?\"\n\nShe smiled a little. \"Shh. Just relax.\"\n\nShe pulled down the zipper to my jeans and reached inside. My heart was racing. After fumbling for a few moments, she got my dick out of my boxers. I already had an erection and grew harder as she stroked me. I looked toward the front seat, but our friends still hadn't stirred.\n\n\"Is this all right?\" she asked.\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"We don't want to make a mess,\" she said. \"So I better let you come in my mouth.\" She slid down to the floor in front of me and slowly licked the underside of my shaft.\n\n\"Maggie, please,\" I gasped.\n\nShe looked up at me and smirked. \"OK, no more teasing.\" She put her hands on my thighs and took my cock into her mouth, so warm and wet. I wondered if I was actually asleep, too, and this was just a dream. But it wasn't.\n\nMaggie bobbed her head up and down, and nothing had ever felt better. I knew I wouldn't last a minute. I buried my hands in the girl's long brown hair and held her. She went faster, and soon enough, I exploded into her mouth. I tried not to make a sound as I bucked my hips, coming for what seemed like a very long time.\n\nWhen I was finished, I slumped back in the seat, breathing heavily. Maggie removed her mouth with a slurp and swallowed. Then, she grabbed some tissues from her purse and handed them to me so I could clean up.\n\n\"Has anyone ever done that to you before?\" she asked.\n\n\"No.\"\n\nShe leaned forward to kiss me. I tasted myself on her mouth and didn't even care.\n\nAfter a few seconds, we pulled apart. \"Let's wake them up now, so we can leave,\" she said.\n\n\"OK.\"\n\n\"My parents aren't home. Maybe you could stay with me tonight?\" I looked at her. \"Unless you don't want to,\" she added.\n\n\"No, of course. I'd love that.\"\n\nShe smiled, and I knew for sure that it was going to be the best night of my life."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: We've heard about the prince and princess a thousand times - write a story about the stable boy and the castle maid. | [
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"content": "\"I...can't be...doing this!\" Nyra gasped quietly, biting her bottom lip as Alea's hands slid up over her bare stomach, teasing softly.\n\n\"Oh yes you can,\" Alea taunted from behind her, \"you have no choice. I may just be a cook, but you're the king's newest concubine. *Everyone* out-ranks you.\"\n\nNyra tried to breathe slowly, tried to gather herself as she attempted to step away from the bed, towards the spare room door where she had been, admittedly, napping. \"The King is out of town on business, you have no right to punish me for sleeping!\"\n\nAlea was a tall, dark-skinned woman wearing a black dress with white frills--the King liked his servants to look the part. Alea was going on forty--Nyra was only twenty-two. Nyra tried to brush her long red hair out of her green eyes and away from her pale face with dignity, but being naked didn't help. She'd left her dress in the bathing room when she decided to nap.\n\nShe was regretting that decision now.\n\nAlea smirked and wrapped her arms around the smaller girl from behind, whispering. \"I'm not punishing you. I'm taking what I want. I saw that vial of aphrodisiac wine in the bathing room--you've been jumping yourself up when the King is away!\" Alea taunted as her fingers slid up Nyra's stomach and ribs, making the younger girl squirm and giggle quietly. \"What would the King thing if he knew you were getting yourself all horny when he wasn't here to do anything about it?\"\n\nNyra moaned as Alea's hands rested on her breasts. \"I...I belong to the King! You sh-shouldn't be tou-touching mmmmeee...\" She gasped as Alea's fingers began sliding up and down, over her pale ghost nipples.\n\n\"Mmm, but you're not going to tell him, \"Alea said. \"You're going to keep your pretty little mouth shut about what happens. Or else the King will know who took his wine. And besides...\" Alea's lips began to brush against Nyra's neck, making the younger girl moan louder, \"you need to cum.\"\n\n\"I don't...ooOOOoooh!\" Nya gasped and arched her back as Alea's other hand slid between her legs. \"I don't, I don't! Oooh!\"\n\nAlea grabbed Nyra and shoved her onto the bed. Nyra's brain was fogged--the wine and the arousal were making it harder and harder to think, harder to resist the bigger woman's touch. Before she was really aware of what was going on, her legs were spread and Alea was running her fingertips up and down her pussy!\n\nIt tickled so bad, Nyra threw her head back and giggled. \"Noho! No pleehease, not myheehee pussy! Oooh heehee that...that isn't...yours! Heeheehee!\"\n\nAlea snickered. \"Oh what a sensitive little pussy you have. Mmm, do you like that? Yeah you do. Isn't it nice to have it teased for once, not just to have the King's tiny dick in and out...just to have it teased, gently toyed with? My little concubine is gonna cum her brains out, isn't she? Oh!\" Nyra let out a howl as she felt Alea's finger on a part of her pussy she didn't even know was so sensitive. \"Is your clitty sensitive? Yeah, that's it, cum girl.\"\n\nNyra's whole body tensed frantically. She couldn't think, couldn't speak, could only *feel* as a sensation wholly new to her gripped her entire body.\n\n\"You don't answer just to the King anymore. You answer to me too,\" Alea said quietly as she stepped away, leaving Nyra in a heap on the bed.\n\nNyra could only nod her assent."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After the war ended, some animatronic soldiers naturally had to be reassigned. A sentient Gynoid soldier has been sent to receive her last upgrade to help her blend in with civilian life for her next assignment. The changes were unexpected to say the least. | [
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"content": "There was a small, repeated *click-click* sound as someone tried to press the doorbell with increasing force and rapidity. Eventually, there was just a knock. I locked the tablet I was interfaced with, putting a hand on the pistol lying on the table as I called out, “Who is it?”\n\n\n“It’s Kate!”\n\n\nThe voiceprint in my database confirmed that answer. I unplugged from the tablet and closed the small panel at my temple before going to the door. Kate was on the other side, dressed in a plain sweatshirt and jeans, her normally short-cropped brown hair grown out a few inches. She beamed at me, and I found myself returning the gesture automatically.\n\n\n“Ally!” She stepped forward and closed the door behind her, putting her hand on the back of my head and pulling our foreheads together. It was a gesture more practical than hugs when we were both in full body armor and laden with gear, and it had fond associations within my memories. She stepped back after a moment, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders as she smiled at me. “How’s my favorite killing machine?”\n\n\n“I’m well. You?”\n\n\n“Good, good. I mean, civvie life’s a hell of a change, but I’m not going crazy just yet.” She squeezed my shoulders before letting go, shaking her head. “Peace in our time, eh? Never thought I’d see the day.”\n\n\n*You almost did not,* I nearly said, but stopped myself. That could be a remark designated as ‘morbid’, inappropriate at this occasion. Instead, I said, “Yes. It was hard-fought, and there’s still more to do.”\n\n\n“That’s what you’re up to next, right? Diplomatic security detail?”\n\n\nI nodded.\n\n\n“How come you got refitted for that? Seems like the ol’ arm cannons could come in pretty fuckin’ handy. I know they did for us.”\n\n\n“Part of the current treaty. Weaponized androids are not allowed to enter the country, even for diplomatic protection.” I paused as an internal crosschecker threw up a flag. “Speaking of my refitting, there’s a question I have not received a clear answer on yet. You may be able to help me with it.”\n\n\nHer eyebrows shot up. “Oh?”\n\n\n“It would be easier to show than explain.”\n\n\n“Alright, show away.”\n\n\nI unbuttoned my combat trousers and tugged them down along with my underwear, then gestured to my crotch. “What is the purpose of this?”\n\n\nKate made a choking noise, and I looked up at her in concern. She coughed into her hand, laughing at the same time. “F-Fuck’s sake, Ally, warn- warn a girl before you flash her.”\n\n\n“I will take note of that,” I said, confused, and Kate laughed harder.\n\n\n“Oh, I- I’ve missed you, you clueless robot. God. Uaah.” She wiped at her eyes, still chuckling. “Alright. Anatomy one-oh-one. What answers *have* you gotten about that?”\n\n\nI brought up the relevant memories. “It is a part of human females known as the vagina. The function is reproduction, but I cannot become pregnant, which is why I am confused.”\n\n\n“Oh, wow, okay. I guess I have my work cut out for me.” Kate ran a hand over her face, letting out a heavy breath. “I don’t think I can have this conversation with you standing there with your pants down. Let’s sit down…” She seemed to look around for the first time, taking in my apartment. “Wow. They set you up in a real shithole, didn’t they?”\n\n\n“I do not require much.”\n\n\n“Yeah, but there’s such a thing as treating you well. Whatever. Pull up your pants and let’s squeeze in on the chair.”\n\n\nI rebuttoned my combat trousers and joined her on the permanently half-reclined recliner, the one piece of furniture in my living room. It was just barely large enough for us to sit side by side, and the warmth of her body pressed against me as I put my arm around her shoulders to conserve space.\n\n\n“What are… okay, this is slightly more cozy than I intended, but whatever. We’ve had worse.” She took a deep breath. “So, wild guess: all of the engineers who refitted you were male?”\n\n\n“To my knowledge, yes.”\n\n\nShe snorted. “Figures. Where to start… I guess I should say that *biologically,* it’s true that the main function of a vagina is reproduction. Practically, it’s mainly used for pleasure.”\n\n\nI looked at her. “You mean recreation?”\n\n\nShe laughed. “That too, but I meant sexual pleasure.”"
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"content": "The young man pursed his lips and swished his drink around inside his glass, regarding it with brown eyes that looked a thousand miles away.\n\n“Does this glass look dirty to you?” He remarked in his southern empire accent, usually associated with farmers and pirates rather than poets and bards.\n\n“You’re stalling,” his companion said, her voice cold but her green eyes mirthful and warm. “Do you really think I’ll just forget to get the rest of the story, idiot?”\n\nThe pale woman wore a heavy black lace cloak to cover her frilly dancers costume; her makeup was as immaculate as it had been before her performance. Her dark hair, tied back with silver jewelry, shimmered like a black lake as she held the poet down with her eyes.\n\nThe bard blushed slightly. “Fine! Fine. But you owe me a huge dare after this.”\n\n“I know. Go on.”\n\n“I mean *really* huge. Like something you would never think of.”\n\n“I said I know. Continue.”\n\n“So big that-“\n\n“Shut up. I won’t be distracted. Finish your story or I’ll call in your tab.”\n\nThe bards mouth hung open. “Fine! Ugh. So, it turns out these vines were more than just a coincidence - they were intentionally holding me down, as though they were sentient.”\n\n“And you were already naked?”\n\n“Of course! That was part of your silly dare. So by the time I realize they’re holding me intentionally, I start to get a bit scared, so I start to struggle.”\n\nThe dancer smirked. “I wish I could have seen that. Then the pixies appeared?”\n\n“Just one,” the bard said, holding up a finger. “No bigger than my hand, clad in a silken loincloth with wings like a moth. It stood on my tummy and walked to my face, grinning at me.”\n\n“And what did you do?” Now it was the dancers turn to fidget impatiently with her glass.\n\n“I tried to blow it away like a bug,” the bard confessed, elicited a blast of icy laughter from his ivory companion. “The little git got angry and started stomping on my chest. Of course, it was so small that it only tickled a little, and when I laughed it got even angrier.”\n\n“And that’s when it called it’s friends?”\n\n“Exactly,” the bard said with a shudder. “I don’t know how many - at least a dozen, maybe more. They called me an impudent savage!”\n\n“An astute observation,” the dancer said, closing her robe to deny the bard the sight of her pale bosom. “Then what?”\n\n“I told them I was no savage; that I was a poet, and a bloody good one at that! I told them my songs were beloved and my voice was that of an angel.”\n\n“You’re blushing,” the dancer said; “I take it they didn’t take kindly to your boasting?”\n\n“Oh, they took kindly to it. They insisted I sing for them. I told them to bugger off and tried to blow them off me again.”\n\nThe dancer cackled. “You absolute dummy,” she teased. “Let me guess - they swarmed you?”\n\n“Yes, they swarmed me.”\n\n“And what was that like?” The dancer was on the edge of her seat, her dark lips smiling.\n\n“Have you ever been tickled by a large group before?”\n\n“A couple times,” the dancer shrugged; “by handsy patrons; but never while tied down with vines.”\n\nThe bard downed his drink. “Those little shites made an utter laughing stock of me. I was practically crying with laughter, and could barely even beg them to stop. Eventually they got bored, and started playing with me in... another place.”\n\nThe dancers eyes roamed southwards. “Lucky things,” she purred.\n\nThe bard shook his head. “You don’t understand. They had some kind of power - they held me over the very brink of pleasure, as close as I’ve ever been, but never quite pushing me over the edge. I was out of my skull by the time the sun started to set.”\n\n“And did they ever let you finish?”\n\nThe bard nodded. “Yup. So that’s my story.” He made to get up.\n\nThe dancer shook her head. “Sit down,” she commanded; he obeyed. “How did you convince them to finish you off?”\n\nThe bard frowned. “You know that full well.”\n\n“Of course I do, stupid, but I want to hear you say it.”\n\nHe took a deep breath. “I sang for them, Okay? I sang their praises, I sang to my own detriment, and I begged them through song for release!”\n\nThe dancer sighed happily. “Your finest story yet. So I suppose we’re even now, in this endless war of dares and pranks?”\n\nThe bard shook his head. “Not even close.” \n\nHe grinned, and for the first time that night, a look of shy uneasiness crept onto the dancers white face.\n\n“Fine, what do you want me to do? You want another private dance? Or maybe a happy ending?”\n\nThe bard chuckled and shook his head. “Nope, I’m spent - but you’ve got the whole night ahead of you, my dear. So why don’t you accompany me to my room? I want to see how well I can get *you* to sing.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Puberty's a bitch. Second Puberty is even worse. Sure enough as some people hit 30, the hormones ramp up, the emotions run rampant, sex drives, boobs and dicks grow. It's inconvenient, taboo to talk about and generally a pain in the ass. | [
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"content": "“No, it's not abnormal. Actually it’s just a part of human development. Do you think you trigger some sort of cut off switch at 21? Mother Nature decides you're ready to go and cuts you loose?” \n\nDr. Johnson loved these appointments. They were a nice break from people who were really sick. \n\nTom had presented with classic second puberty symptoms. Like most red blooded adult males, he would sometimes go erect when he saw a desirable woman. Normally he would enjoy the moment, barring any untoward complications like tented trousers, but then, being a mature man, he would control the urge and resume his appointed tasks. After all, he wasn’t a kid anymore. He didn’t have to find a quiet place where he could, uh, take care of it. But lately he found it difficult to regain his focus. His mind kept drifting back to the woman no matter how hard he tried to concentrate and his erection was slow to subside. Even after he went flaccid he felt a kind of residual pressure way deep in his loins. \n\n“Tom,” continued Dr. Johnson, “I think you are completing puberty. I think you are in second puberty. See, you’re over 30. Mother Nature is telling you it’s time to stop sewing your wild seed and begin finding some fertile fields to cultivate and plant. The urgency is being replaced by determination!” \n\nThe doctor took a long look at his monitor and flipped through several screens. After a few minutes he kept staring at a screen while he suggested some tests. Just a few things to rule out some other rare maladies that could create similar symptoms. He checked the appointment schedule very carefully. \n\n“It looks like we could accommodate you this afternoon if you can extend your visit.” \n\nTom gave his Doctor a happy smile. “Oh, that would be great! It’ll save me another trip!” \n\nAs Tom sat in the waiting room a very hot woman walked in. He felt his cock begin to swell and quickly crossed his legs to let the big guy slide down a pant leg and stretch out along his thigh. His erection built as he watched her in the line at reception. When she shifted her weight her ass did a dance. Tom’s cock started to throb in time to it. \n\nThe woman had taken in the waiting room with a sweeping glance as she entered, her sensors tuned to detect good looking men who had reached a certain maturity and showed some potential. She had registered Tom and after a brief analysis of her data she judged him to be her prime candidate. It was no coincidence she had turned slightly to the right before she shifted her weight. She knew even tit men liked a well rounded ass. \n\nAfter she checked in, she selected a seat directly across from Tom. She crossed her legs, perhaps lifting her knee just a bit higher than necessary hoping the motion would distract the hunk from his magazine. As he looked up she smiled at him and ran a hand down her leg as if making sure her jeans were in good order, laying nice and smooth over her thigh. The movement drew Tom’s eye and his cock jumped as he watched her fingers deflect her soft flesh.\n\n“I”m sorry. Did I distract you from your reading?” She uncrossed her legs as she spoke but was careful to keep her knees together. She knew men liked a bit of mystery. Mature men knew what was between those legs and their imaginations would bring to mind only the best and the finest. \n\nHer eyes slipped down to the magazine Tom was holding and she uttered an involuntary “Oh, my!” It wasn’t a magazine. It was the same pamphlet Dr. Masters had given her. She flushed, but managed to recover. “Oh, my. That looks like a scholarly article. Now I really feel badly about the intrusion.” \n\nDr. Johnson appeared at the reception window and took a quick glance out at the waiting area. He nearly giggled when he saw the two second stage adolescents conversing. He waved to his next patient and then told the receptionist to send him through. He also asked her to tell Dr. Masters he needed a consult before her next patient and to send Tom back for his tests, stat. \n\nTom and Mary had introduced themselves and Tom was screwing up his courage to ask Mary out when the door opened and a technician called him back. Mary sat and stewed thinking about that tight ass and the broad shoulders she had watched disappear through the door before she had gotten his contact information. Then she noticed the receptionist staring at her and realized she had been calling her name. \n\n“Mary! Oh, yes, Mary. Dr. Masters is in a brief consult with Dr. Johnson. She said to tell you it’ll only be another minute or two.” \n\nMary said she understood and almost asked the girl if she had Tom’s contact information. Luckily she caught herself and added “Really, it’s ok. I understand.” \n\nMary wished she understood how to control these school girl urges. The doctor had been very patient as she listed her symptoms and had explained each one was a natural response to her biological clock realizing it had ticked away the first half of her fertile years. She had also suggested that the best way to handle some of these symptoms was to let them run their course. Mary had been thinking long and hard about that advice. She concluded what she needed to get over these distressing feelings was to get laid! \n\nA nurse called Mary back and the doctor reviewed all her test results. All were negative. Her diagnosis remained unchanged. The only thing wrong with her was she was horny! Her prescription was one she could fill for herself. Get laid! \n\nThe doctor’s cell buzzed and she asked Mary if she would mind waiting just a few minutes. This was a very important call she had to take. She promised it would just be a few minutes. Naturally Mary agreed. \n\nDr. Masters answered the call as she led Mary out into a small waiting area. “Yes, please give me a few seconds … yes, ok, just a few steps back to my office … ok, here I am.” The door closed and Mary picked up a magazine. \n\nDr. Masters giggled and then said, “She’s in the alcove … Yeah, bring him in.” \n\nMary saw the legs over the top of her magazine and quickly put it down and smiled up at Tom. She nodded eagerly as he asked if he could call her sometime and handed her a business card after scribbling his personal phone on the back. Mary returned the favor. Then they started chatting and realized they were both free that evening. \n\n*** \n\nDr. Johnson chuckled. “Well, Dr. Masters, I think that was a very enjoyable collaboration.” \n\n“Yes, it was! Maybe we should put our heads together and conduct a study or two. Are you interested, Dr. Johnson?” \n\n“Oh, that’s a great idea! Human sexuality is so poorly understood.” \n\n*** \n\n“Oh Tom! Oh, wow. Can you go faster!” \n\n“Sure, but let me get the rest of my big guy wet first.” \n\n“Rest! Oh, fuck! Did you say *rest*.” \n\n*** \n\nI hope it amused you! Sorry if you were looking for something more explicit, but this is what came to my mind. \n\nComments, discussion and criticism are always welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In an effort to alleviate her boredom, a witch decides to enjoy the novelty of riding a flying broom (an outdated, yet still popular method of transport). It starts off innocently at first. But once her full weight is pressing her against the broom, she figures out why it’s still popular. | [
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"content": "(Content warning: noncon, oral)\n\nShe was bored, nothing to do, no humans to torment currently. It was dull, she'd left the city for some much needed R&R, witchcraft didn't necessitate being amongst nature but it helped to recharge the supernatural batteries so to speak. Her eyes fell upon a broom gathering dust in the corner, maybe a ride through the forest could get her out of this funk! Hilda rose up, brushing off her short grey skirt, dust was everywhere in the abandoned cabin she'd 'appropriated' for her vacation. Grabbing the broom she swiftly went outside, blinking at the bright sunlight illuminating the dense forest surrounding the cabin. She looked around, chewing on the end of her dark green braid as she wondered how to go about this. She'd never actually USED a broom before, her mother had taught her teleportation charms instead as a child, chiding her for wanting to learn but never explaining why not.\n\n\"Okay, it doesn't sound hard, can't be casting constantly or anything since you gotta focus on steering and all that..\" She muttered, laying her pointed hat on a rock by the door. Straddling her broom like a toy horse and feeling quite foolish for it, the warm wood nestling pleasantly against her pussy, no panties, she hadn't really thought about it but it felt, right. \"This is so weird but...\" a deep breath \"I'm just gonna go for it!!\" Another deep breath and she focused, feeling the magic begin to flow almost instinctually as her eyes began to glow and a incomprehensible incantation flowed from her lips.\n\nSuddenly her broom seemed to come to life, pressing roughly between her legs and lifting her airborne. Quickly she ascended above the treetops, feeling a delicious warmth in her core as the wind and turbulence caused her to rub against the smooth wood. \"This is...amazing!\" She gasped, breathless and awestruck by the sight of the forest growing small below her as she rode through the air. The small arousal she felt was growing as she pressed herself harder against the wood, her pussy lips spreading and allowing her broom full access to grind against her clitoris. No wonder she hadn't been allowed to learn to ride she realized, her face burning red. Overcome with pleasure she began to grind hard against the broom, her wetness slickening the wood and easing the friction, her loud moans of ecstasy whipped away by the fierce winds.\n\nLost in her pleasure Hilda stopped paying attention, one hand leaving her broom to slide up her shirt and toy with her nipples, each growing hard with the chill of wind and arousal. Her orgasm was building when her ride became unstable, bucking back and forth through the rough winds before throwing her off entirely. The sensation of falling and orgasm came at once, a rush of blind pleasure and terror and she plummeted to the earth. She started to cast an incantation to slow her fall but before she could an unseen force stopped her fall and brought her to the ground.\n\n\"A lovely gift the winds have brought me, a witch? You look...Delicious\" a deep growling voice spoke in her head and outloud all at once, shaking her to the core. \"You wanted into the den of an old god my dear, what could possess you to be so careless?\" The voice chuckled, sounding aroused or hungry she wasn't sure but the effect on her was a potent mix of terror and desire.\n\n\"I'm sorry!!! I didn't mean to intrude on powerful one, I got...lost, riding my broom..\" Her face bloomed red with embarrassment as he came into view, a tall dark haired man with large curling rams horns, nude save for a loin cloth that did nothing to hide his arousal.\n\n\"Oh? I thought I could smell lust, well then maybe you can make up for this trasgression\" He smirked and waved a hand, bringing her inches away from him, still frozen and unable to cover herself as his clawed hand rose up and ripped through her shirt like it was tissue, exposing her breasts to the cool evening air, her nipples hard with arousal and pierced with silver bars, tipped with blue gems. \"So lovely, yes I think you'll do much better as a toy than a meal\" He laughed and released his hold, causing her to fall to her knees on the soft mossy forest floor.\n\n\"I-I would not make a very good...\" she gulped, trying to fight the urge to run, it would just make things infinitely worse. \"T-toy sire, sir, lord god\" She stumbled over her words, unsure of how to address a god of the forest. \n\n\"I'll be the judge of that my lovely..\" He chuckled and grabbed her chin, forcing her green eyes to meet with his own, cold black and empty like the void of space. \"You will submit to me, willing or not I do not care\" The cold confidence of his voice leaving no room for argument. She trembled as he removed his loin cloth, revealing a cock larger than she had ever seen before, thick and throbbing with arousal. Awestruck, she reached up to touch it but was brushed away. \n\n\"No, your mouth\" He instructed bruskly, and she felt his hand slide to the back of her head, fingers weaving tightly through her half undone braid, pulling her closer until her lips brushed the head of his cock. Tears welled in her eyes as she opened her mouth, tasting his flesh and was shocked to find she enjoyed the taste. She took him into her mouth as far as she could, gagging softly as he hit the back of her throat but hardly having taken it all in.\n\n\"Gooooood, good!\" He groaned in pleasure, thrusting his hips and forcing himself farther down Hilda's throat until she could no longer breathe, tears streaming down her face. All throughout the rough treatment she could feel her arousal growing, could she be truly be enjoying this or was it some strange magic of the gods? As her desire grew she began to suck his cock lustily, no longer needing him to guide her motions though his grip never loosened. After what felt like a delicious century he grabbed her head with both hands and forced himself down her throat until her lips touched his pelvis, pumping her full of his cum and with it an ancient magic that brought her to the edge of orgasm and eager to serve him.\n\n\"See now, you did well my pet\" He chuckled breathlessly as he looked down upon what would be his newest priestess, none ever left after a taste of what pleasures he could bestow. Hilda swallowed his cum eagerly, not spilling a drop of his seed. \n\n\"Yes my Lord, thank you for your blessing\" She bowed reverently as he released her from his grip, her hair brushing the forest floor, all thoughts of home lost, she only wished to serve her God."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A tomboy bullies a femboy. They both secretly enjoy it. | [
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"content": "(Okay, so I actually started writing this earlier today, but to be honest when I came back to it I completely stalled out. The idea of the prompt is really hot to me, but I'm not quite sure where to take it at the moment (I haven't proof-read this yet \\^-\\^''' ). However, I thought it would be good to share this, and if anyone was really curious about a follow up and/or had more suggestions, I'd love to hear from them!)\n\n​\n\nNicky was happily humming to himself as he prepared breakfast for himself and his girlfriend, standing there in just his loose pyjama t-shirt and a pair of snug, frilly panties as he prepared two bowls of cereal. He heard her pad into the kitchen behind him, but he didn't react until he felt her pressing right up against him from behind, wrapping one hand around his waist as the other tugged up the back of his panties rather sharply.\n\n\"Hey there, dweeb,\" Nicky's girlfriend whispered into his ear, as she tugged the girly underwear into even more of an uncomfortable and embarrassing wedgie. \"Did your *mom* buy these panties for you?\" she snickered into his ear, making him blush with excitement. He wasn't going to let her have it all her own way though.\n\n\"Mmmpf, hey Sidney. And no, actually they were a present from my mean, bitchy girlfriend,\" he purred in response, happily grinding back against her even as he felt his ass-cheeks getting flossed by the material.\n\n\"Oooh! Someone's feeling feisty today!\" Sidney cackled, giving the rear of Nicky's panties a few more relatively gentle tugs, before letting them go and focusing on cuddling him from behind, nibbling at his neck gently. She had to lean forward a little to manage it, given that she was several inches taller than him. \"I'm glad, because that was actually really fun last night. I was kind of hoping you'd be up for round two today, now that it's the weekend.\"\n\n\"Oh, I definitely would,\" Nicky murmured, starting to fidget with his hands, unsure of where to put them now that he was finished with breakfast. \"I mean, especially since you didn't even let me cum last night.\"\n\n\"Well, you didn't earn it, did you, *Loser?*\" Sidney snickered, which made Nicky turn his head to the side, sticking her tongue out at her.\n\n\"Lucky for you I didn't jack off over you when I got up first this morning!\" He joked, clearly trying to wind up Sidney. \"But then I saw just how *adorable* you looked, all snuggled up with all your plush toys, so I just took a dozen pics for Facebook instead.\"\n\nSidney gasped and, despite knowing full-well that Nicky would never do that, gave him a very spank on the rear that caused him to yelp, then moan happily.\n\n\"You little *twerp!* Don't you dare!\" she huffed. In truth, there was a small but significant part of her that loved it when Nicky called her cute, but she'd rather die than admit that to anyone else. She gave a happy little sigh, and squeezed Nicky close again. \"Okay, okay, I get it, you dork. You're feeling bratty and really want me to punish you. Fine by me. Let's eat, get washed, and then we can get on with it, alright?\"\n\n\"Mmm, alright,\" Nicky murmured happily, giving a cute little giggle.\n\n​\n\n\\---\n\n​\n\nBreakfast passed in relative silence, although there was a lot of footsy going on under the small kitchen table. They took turns showering, knowing full well that it would lead to distraction if they tried to do it at the same time. Sidney went first, planning on getting Nicky's humiliation ready while he was in the shower. She still made sure to turn the hot water on while he was showering though, to make sure it was as chilly as possible for him; not only did she wanted to make him squeal, but the shrivelling effect of a long, cold shower was always a good start to any bullying session.\n\nWhen Nicky finally returned to their bedroom, naked and shivering, it was to find Sidney sitting smugly on the bed dressed like the punk girl from every terrible 90's anti-bullying PSA. A sleeveless denim jacket sat over a scruffy and torn t-shirt for some grunge band, and her legs were clad in tatty black leggings with a pair of jean-shorts on top. To top off the whole look she'd snapped on a pair of rubber wristbands covered in blunt metal spikes, and the chunkiest, thickest-soled boots from her rather considerable collection.\n\nShe knew that she looked like an absolute cliché, but she also knew it was a cliché that would drive her diminutive and effeminate boyfriend wild. Indeed, even the freezing water from his shower did nothing to deter his visible excitement at the sight, and Sidney immediately rose to her feet to push the advantage.\n\n\"Hey *dork*, what's the matter? Never seen a girl before?\" she snickered, advancing on him and grabbing at his towel. She knew she could whip it away in a second if she wanted to, but it was far more fun to toy with him, letting him feebly attempt to fight back against her superior strength.\n\n\"A-Ahh, Sidney, no, I'm sorry! I didn't m-mean to interrupt you!\" Nicky squeaked, his former brattiness rapidly leaking away as he swiftly fell into his role. \"P-Please, don't, let go of my *towellll...!*\" he whined, right before she was able to yank it away with ease. He immediately blushed furiously, clamping his hands over his crotch despite how many times Sidney had seen his cock (and felt it\\~) before.\n\n\"...Ohmigosh, is that it?! You are such a wimp! Don't try to hide it, sissy-boy, I want to see that itty-bitty thing!\" she snickered, grabbing his wrists now and pinning them over his head, pushing him against the wall at the same time. With the platform boots on, she now absolutely towered over him, leering down at him while he moaned and squirmed in her grip. \"Heh, are you getting turned on by this? Wow. At least that's some kind of excuse for why you're not putting up a fight.\" She suddenly leaned down, nibbling at his neck before running her tongue all the way up and down it. It didn't really fit into her bully persona, but she couldn't help it; Nicky was looking absolutely delicious, as always, and he moaned eagerly as she licked him.\n\n\"I-I'm sorry Sidney, i-it's just, you just look... R-Really good!\"\n\n\"And you look totally pathetic, wimp. So pathetic it's almost cute!\" Sidney sneered, unable to keep her own opinion of Nicky's adorableness completely out of the performance. \"But seriously? You think you get to look at *me* and get all stiff?! No way!\" She grabbed him by the back of the neck and forced him to the floor, taking care not to hurt him while also giving the impression of roughness. \"Loser's like you are lucky to even get to lick my boots. So lick 'em! Unless you want everyone else to know what a tiny-cocked little pervert you are!\"\n\n\"N-No, please Sidney, not that!\" Nicky squeaked, despite the fact that he was rock-hard and resisting the urge to play with himself. \"I'll do anything!\" he whined, before leaning forward to start lapping at Sidneys boots while she towered over him.\n\n\"Oh, *wow!* Y'know I was joking, Loser... Heh, you are *soooo* easy to push around. I wonder what else I can make you do?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A villain is redeemed, and returns to the way of good! Not because of 'truth', 'honour', 'justice', or any of that sentimental nonsense, but because it's been pointed out to them that there are plenty of people who'd be willing to fulfil their every desire without any coercion required. | [
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"content": "The moon cast a dim light over the warehouse district of Metropolis City. Grace Goodwin, AKA *The Blaze*, had tracked her archnemesis back to an abandoned building. She didn’t know what the evil Doctor Domina had in mind, but it was surely something nefarious. The cruel woman hadn’t committed any crimes in a few weeks, so Blaze was positive she was building up for something big.\n\nAfter a quick survey, Blaze shimmied her up to a window on the second floor. As she drew closer she made out the sounds of moaning and cries of pain. A shiver went through her spandex-clad body. What evils were going on inside? It was her solemn duty as protector of the city to free the people inside from their captor.\n\nQuick as a sunbeam, Blaze melted a hole in the window and dashed inside. No alarms went off, but she hid behind a pillar for a moment to be safe. Once she was sure the coast was clear, the hero burned a hole in the floor and droped down to the ground level. \n\nThe sight before her was nothing she could have predicted. Dozens of women, in all shapes and sizes, were trussed up in bizarre outfits and tied up in strange ways. Most of them were clad in a shiny latex bodysuit, and they were all bound in some manner. One woman close to Blaze had her arms trapped behind her back and her legs tied together, causing her to writhe in place on the ground. Another was trapped on a triangular wooden beam, her legs tied to either side. Her pussy was forced onto the curve and she was screaming into a ballgag. Behind her were two women tied in a way that their faces were forced into each other's nether regions. Blaze could hear plenty of muffled whimpers coming from the two of them. \n\nAll of the women were gagged and blindfolded, and as much as she wanted to rescue them, Blaze knew she had to deal with the boss first. She reached down and pet one girl on the cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re safe now. I’ll rescue you as soon as I can.” She responded with an intense shaking, trying to get closer to the hero, but Blaze was already moving on. Strangely enough, there was a constant dull hum in the room that she couldn’t quite place. \n\nOnce she reached the main room, Blaze saw her arch nemesis. Doctor Domina was sitting on a massive throne-like chair, her legs spread apart with a slave forced between them. She was wearing an altered version of her usual outfit. It was the same latex corset, but with nothing underneath it, leaving her tits and her pussy exposed. This was complemented by the arm length gloves and thigh high boots on her extremities. The girl pleasing her was moaning, her arms held together in a strange singular glove.\n\n“That’s enough, Doctor Domina!” Blaze burse out from the shadows, glaring at the woman in front of her. “I knew you were nefarious, but this time you’ve gone too far! How could you kidnap all these innocent people?”\n\nThe older woman merely chuckled. “My dear girl, you have no idea how happy I am to see you in this building. But I’m afraid this time you’ve been deeply mistaken. Nobody here was kidnapped, and trust me, the only innocent person is you dearie.”\n\n“Mistress? Is something the matter?” Blaze’s heart stopped as she heard the voice of the slave between her arch rivals legs. It was her best friend, Katie! She showed no signs of resistance, only a tone of mild confusion as she raised her head. \n\n“Nothing you need to concern yourself with, my dear. Now, let’s get back to your training. You’re doing wonderful so far. Just remember that you don’t always need to focus on the clit.” With a gentle hand, Blaze saw the Domina guide her friends head back down into her thighs. Soon enough she heard the sounds of Katie resuming her task. “As you can see, the villain continued, “Nobody here is being forced to do anything. If you don’t believe me you’re welcome to go back out and ask them.”\n\nA cold sweat was forming on Blaze’s brow. This didn’t make any sense. Why would anyone willingly subject themselves to something like this? Had her secret identity been revealed, or was her friend being there a coincidence? And most importantly, what was that strange feeling stirring in her thighs? “Enough of your trickery, Doctor Domina!” Her voice wasn’t as brave as before, but she tried to act confidant. “You’ve clearly used some sort of mind control on these people. Why should I believe you’ve suddenly given up on your evil ways?”\n\n“Oh come now darling. You know my powers almost as well as I do, and sadly mind control is not one of them.” She let out a soft moan before continuing. “Keep right there, try moving your tongue like I showed you earlier.” She cleared her throat and looked back to her rival. “As for being evil, I merely wanted to take over the world to show them this wonderful way of life. I’ll admit, this is a far smaller scale, but it’s also much more easy to manage. You’ve beat me enough times, so I’m happy to settle for this.”\n\nThere was no way this could be true! For the last couple years, Blaze had studied the ins and outs of her nemesis. She had read every biography out there and had pictures on her walls to remind her of the constant threat. And yet, some people were here by choice? Was her friend really happy in her place between the luscious legs of the beautiful baddie? \n\n“I just have one last question for you.” Blaze summoned all of her courage, trying to sound as tough as possible. She tuned out the moans from the other room and tried not to think of their shiny bodies, bound and helpless at the foot of a villian.\n\n“Do you have any openings?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she saw her sister at the beach she realized two things: She’s without a doubt a lesbian, and she’s crushing on her sister... hard. She’s been torn on what to do about her feelings ever since, using her fingers to keep herself in check. Then suddenly, her sister walks in on her one night. | [
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"content": "Unable to sleep, Emily rolled over again. The dull red glow of her nightstand clock washed over her as it flickered past three AM. She fought the urge growing between her legs, knowing she would eventually give in. She always did, but somehow it made her feel better about it to know she tried to ignore it.\n\nThe beach house was silent. Emily's sharp exhale was almost deafening in her own ears as she finally relented and slid her hand under her waistband. With a little grin spreading across her face, Emily shut her eyes and relaxed back into her pillow as her two fingers gently began making circles on her clit. She was glad she had decided to give in. It felt so damn good!\n\nAll week her mind kept going back to the same memories as she lay quietly moaning in her bed. Every night. Without fail. The memories of that golden body splashing in the water as Emily first arrived at the beach. She couldn't resist sneaking a look as little waves splashed against the woman's athletic thighs as Emily set up her towel and chair. A particularly large swell in the ocean had risen up to the woman's waist and sent her and her friends into a giggling fit as the current pulled at her bikini bottom exposing a sliver of her tan ass. Emily's fingers sped up imagining the woman would have to have laid out in the sun naked to be missing those tan lines.\n\nEmily was shocked to find she had been sitting there ogling her own sister's body for almost five minutes when April finally turned. Emily let her middle finger slip inside of herself, not sure how disturbed she should be that she was masturbating to April. Somehow it made it hotter. The sheets started to cling to her sweaty skin as she worked her slender finger quicker, finding the spot inside herself, and giving in to all the sexy images of April's body as they flashed across her memory: tits bouncing in her bikini as she ran, wet hair matted to her face as they laughed in the hot tub, the warmth of April's hug...\n\nAfter spending two years of college in Paris, it was Emily's idea to have her homecoming party at their parent's beach house. She expected the week to be amazing, but never, in a million years, did she think she would develop such an intense crush on her older sister.\n\nEmily slipped her free hand under her top and grabbed her breast, pretending it was April's fingers greedily digging into her tit as her other hand continued below her underwear. She had let her passion get the better of herself. Emily's moan grew louder as her hand grew faster. Too loud.\n\n\"Emily, are you okay?\" a concerned whisper came from the darkness. Emily froze. Then she was bathed in harsh light as the visitor flicked the switch. Apparently, she had kicked her bed sheets off in fits of pleasure. Her cheeks were hotly flushed from the combination of masturbating and the embarrassment of being caught. \"Oh fuck, Emmy! I didn't mean to interrupt!\" April laughed from the door. \"I'll let you get back to it, girl.\"\n\n\"April, wait,\" she whispered firmly, not wanting to wake the other housemates. Emily quickly tugged her shirt down and sat up, tossing her legs over her bed. \"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you,\" she apologized looking down at her feet.\n\nApril turned and quietly shut the door behind her as she walked over and sat next to Emily, putting a sisterly arm around her. \"So who's the lucky guy on your mind this early in the morning?\" she joked.\n\nEmily remained quiet. She liked the warmth of April's body next to hers. She leaned into her slightly, feeling her breathing not quite relax yet.\n\n\"Is it Jackson?\" April continued to probe, \"cus if it is, I can't blame you. He's been looking fine all week. I mean, not that I would do anything with him. Tracy is my best friend and I would *never* try to take her man, but, well you know, sometimes a girl's gotta look. Nothing wrong with that,\" April grinned, hoping to comfort her little sister.\n\n\"No, not Jackson, he's not really my, ahhh, type,\" Emily confessed with a little grin of her own. \"Remember that Elinor girl I wrote you about from France?\"\n\n\"Ah!\" April examined a little too loudly for a three AM conversation. Then in a quieter whisper and playful smile, \"your little Parisian girlfriend? So you have an eye on one of the girls? So you *are* bi then?\"\n\nEmily felt her face flush again, \"ehh, or gay?\" she said with a shrug, \"I don't really know.\"\n\nApril gave Emily a reassuring hug, pulling her even closer so their faces were touching. Emily trembled. April's skin felt so good against hers. Her hair had an intoxicating smell. \"Either way,\" April continued, \"who the hell am I to judge?! You know I'm pro pride and everything. Just be you and like who you like. \" \n\n\"Yeah, I don't think it's quite that easy,\" Emily desperately wanted to confess her attraction to April. With how supportive she was being right now, how supportive she had always been their whole lives, how could Emily *not* fall for her? \"I'm just going to have to find a way to get over this one,\" a bit of defeat filled her voice.\n\n\"Aw Emmy,\" April pulled her close and left a quick kiss on her forehead before ruffling her hair playfully. \"We've all had little crushes that were unrequited. You'll find a cute girl just for you one day.\"\n\n\"I hope,\" Emily said pulling herself back from April. \"Thanks for talking, but you should get some sleep. I don't want to keep you up.\"\n\n\"Sure thing, if you're okay.\" April got up to leave. \"Just out of curiosity,\" April began again, \"who's better at kissing, guys or girls?\"\n\n\"Fuck, girls, by a long shot,\" Emily answered immediately with a little laugh. \"Wait, you've never messed around, like, even kissing, with a girl?\" Emily asked, a little shocked.\n\nApril just shrugged from across the room, \"I think once or twice, but like drunk at parties. I don't really remember, and it was probably pretty sloppy.\"\n\n\"I'll have to show you sometime then,\" Emily's joke left her tongue before she could catch it. \"I mean, I'm fucking kidding April!\" Her cheeks flushed hot again as Emily tried to walk back her offer. And to Emily's delight and horror April seemed intrigued. \n\nShe took a few steps back to Emily's bed. \"That could be fun,\" she said lightly laying a palm on Emily's arm. \"I mean, just a little goofiness between sisters, would you really show me?\"\n\nEmily gulped hard. April's lips looked so inviting. She wanted desperately to pin her to the bed and start kissing her neck and at the same time wanted to run.\n\n\"Please Emmy?\" April begged gently giving a faux pout Emily found simply irresistible. She leaned in, so slowly. April was grinning the whole way. Emily's eyes were fixated on April's full lips as her eyes closed. She inhaled deeply as their lips brushed.\n\nIt was weird for a second. Neither girl knew what to do first and both sat frozen. April began to open her eyes and pull back as Emily's emotions got the better of her and she opened her mouth taking April's lip between her's and pressed so forcefully April had to brace herself up with an arm planted on the bed behind her.\n\nEmily felt her heart race until it exploded. A feeling of weightlessness grew in her chest as she gently tugged and sucked April's lips. *I never want this feeling to end* she thought. April gently kissed back and Emily was so overwhelmed her tongue grew a mind of it's own and slipped into April's mouth. She instantly felt so embarrassed, she retreated, sliding away from April leaving both girls licking the taste of each other from their own lips. \"So,\" Emily finally broke the awkward silence trying to appear confident. \"Better than a guy?\"\n\nApril just shook her head with half a grin across her face.\n\n\"That good I left you speechless? Wow!\" Emily teased. She started to feel uncomfortable. She had never seen April have a lack for words. She began to feel she had been much too forward. It was too forceful of a kiss, and she had been too presumptuous with her tongue.\n\nAfter a moment of silence, like she had just flipped a switch, April's cheerful smile returned, \"We'll thanks for showing me that Emmy!\" She stood and made her way to the door.\n\nEmily was grateful April had returned to her usually bubbly self and let out an audible sigh of relief. \"Okay, well, have a good night.\"\n\n\"You too,\" April said opening the door, and then added in a whisper, \"and keep it down, the rest of us are trying to sleep!\" before shutting the door behind her.\n\nEmily was able to quickly finger herself to orgasm, now thinking about not only what April looked like on the beach, but now with the taste of her on her lips, before drifting off to sleep."
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"content": "\"Louder!\" Carla demanded, her hands gripping Bianca's hips tightly as she drove her frankly monstrous strap-on deep into the young girl's pussy. \n \n\"Oh fuck!\" Bianca moaned, tilting her head up as much as she could so that her voice wouldn't be muffled by the pillow beneath her. The poor girl tried desperately to hang on, to endure the blissful assault being delivered onto her most private area, but she knew she wouldn't last much longer. She was being carried to another world, a world where nothing but pleasure and pain existed. It was a work she had visited often in the last few months, and every time she went there, it became harder to leave. \n \nCarla couldn't help but let out a little triumphant laugh as she watched the pretty young thing beneath her writhe in pleasure. The bedframe creaked as the older woman picked up the pace and established a more intense rhythm, causing Bianca to groan like it was going out of style. This brought another smile to Carla's lips, who looked straight ahead at the wall that separated her room from her neighbour's before chuckling again. \n \nCarla had never gotten along with her neighbours, Mr and Mrs Woods. They were always making snide little comments to her about her lifestyle, the way she looked, the way she dressed, etc. They were annoying, snobbish, and spiteful. Carla couldn't stand them. The only member of the Woods family that Carla liked was Bianca, an adorable little nineteen year old, who had managed to grow into a fairly decent person - despite her upbringing. \n \nOne day, Mr and Mrs Woods drove Carla too far. She decided she'd had enough, and decided to get some sweet, sweet revenge. The only problem was that she had no idea what to do to get back at the pesky couple. That is, until one day when Bianca, the chipper little college dropout, paid her a friendly visit one day. That was when Carla thought of a wicked plan. What could be better revenge than forcing Me and Mrs Woods to listen as Carla ravaged their sweet, innocent little girl? It was perfect! \n \nSeducing the bubbly blonde turned out to be easy. A few compliments here, a few playful touches there, and within half an hour the young thing was moaning in Carla's lap. From that day forward, Bianca visited Carla as much as she could. And every time she did Carla made sure the two of them had sex somewhere where Mr and Mrs Woods could hear it. And when Mr and Mrs Woods eventually decided to ground Bianca and prevent her from visiting Carla? Well, the determined blonde simply snuck out and asked Carla if she could live with her! \n \nCarla eagerly accepted the offer, glad to finally have someone to keep her company around the house, and the rest, as they say, is history. \n \n\"I'm cumming!\" Bianca screamed like a banshee, as the ecstacy building up inside her finally became too much. Her long blonde hair fell onto her face as her whole body shook like jello in an earthquake. Carla, still towering above the poor thing, remained still, giving the girl's quaking legs a few gentle slaps as she climaxed. Once she was done, Bianca collapsed onto the bed in a puddle of sweat, running make-up, and her own juices. \n \n\"Don't you think they've suffered enough?\" Bianca asked breathlessly, her face redder than a tomato. \n \n\"What was that? I couldn't hear you!\" Carla chuckled, laying next to young lover, before peppering her face with kisses."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You moved in with your older sister after you got out of college. While it's been great for the most part, there are some weird things she makes you do: Shower with her to "save water," sleep in the same bed as her, etc. Today she takes it one step further, and you're a-okay with that. | [
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"content": "\"Can we pleeeease turn on the AC?\" I whined as I wipe a bead of sweat off my brow. It wasn't even noon and the room already felt hot enough to cook an egg. \n\n\"Maybe if you didn't dress like an arctic explorer you won't be suffering so much\" teased my sister Heather. She wore a loose tank top. She was always walking around like she owned the place... which she did but since I pay rent I think she should have to take my feelings into consideration. Her tits were constantly showing and it made me uncomfortable. I would never admit it but I was jealous of her body. She had curves in all the right places. I barely had bumps anywhere. \n\n\"Maybe if you had bought a house with a second bedroom or if you downsized your bed and got two smaller ones I wouldn't feel the need to wrap myself up like a burrito\" I sneered back at her. \n\n\"Can't get a second bed in here. You know I need the floor space for my yoga, kiddo.\" She stretched her her arms skywards and then bends over into her favourite position, Downward Facing Dog. As she bends down in front of me I see that she isn't wearing anything under her shirt. Her bum is better than mine too. THWAP! I slap her hard on her naked ass. \"Ouch!\" she screams as she struggles to maintain her position. I can already see a red hand print forming. \"What's so bad about a little naked cuddling?\" She tilts her head and and looks at me between her legs, a mischievous grin on her face.\n\n\"We already shower together to save water! Now you are telling me to walk around naked all day too so we don't have to use the AC. If I didn't know better I would think you had the hots for me!\" \n\nShe pops back up to her feet. One of her tits pops out of the side of her shirt. She ignores it and walks towards me with an exaggerated sway in her hips. \"Oh Hannah! I have been waiting ages for you to realize.\" Her hands trace there way from my hips to behind my back. \"My heart beats for no one but you! Please make love to me!\" She leans her face towards mine. her lips open widely. I quickly move my hand up and block the sloppy kiss she had aimed at me. \n\n\"Cut it out! I only like you as a friend\" I stick my tongue out at her and walk out of the room. \"Want me to make you anything before you leave for the gym?\"\n\nShe walks past me while pulling on a sports bra. Even with it compressing her boobs she is twice as busty as me. \"Nah I'm good. Could you have something ready for me when I get back though?\" I nod assent. \"And no showering until I get back!\" Her voices goes back to the sultry tone she uses when she is teasing me, \"I will need to see your sexy little body dripping wet to survive the day.\" She makes a motion to honk my breasts but only uses a thumb and forefinger on each one. I don't have enough for her to use more fingers. She turns and prances to the door laughing maniacally. \n\n\"If you don't let me turn on the AC I will be dripping wet before the shower.\" She looks over her shoulder as the door opens and makes a sexy moaning noise at my remark before leaving. I roll my eyes and think about our conversation. It really isn't that big of a deal to be naked in front of her... is it? She is gorgeous and it isn't creepy to look at her. We are family. We grew up together. We used to take baths together when we were kids until her chest started to grow and she decided she was too old for that. I chuckle at how things have changed. I quickly check to make sure the windows are down so that none of our neighbours can see me and peel my clothes off. It feels better right away.\n\n​\n\nA few hours later my sister gets home. \"I have a sandwich and a smoothie for you on the table Heather\" I call out.\n\n\"Be there in a second. Just gotta use the bathroom real quick. \" she responds. I am surprised she didn't come straight to me and give me a big sweaty hug. That is what she usually does after going to the gym. I let out a small sigh of relief that I don't have to fend her off today.\n\n\"Oh\". The sudden sound stops my heartbeat for what feels like an eternity. I slowly turn and see a man standing at the entrance to the kitchen. His eyes are frozen on me. I look down at my naked body and scream. He turns his gaze but it is too late to make a difference. He already saw everything. \n\n\"What are you doing in my house!\" I do the best I can to cover myself with my hands. It is the first time in my life that I have been glad to have such tiny titties. \n\n\"Your sister invited me over. I'm Jason... I go to the same gym as her. Why are you naked?\" He sounds a bit out of breath as he resumes his appraising look over my body.\n\n\"Because Heather is cheap and doesn't let me use the AC is why! Now get out of here!\" As my screams fill the room Heather bursts around the corner. She bursts into laughter at the scene.\n\n\"Jason you little perv. Have you been creeping on my little sister.\" She crosses her arms and glares at him. \"Well fair is fair. You saw her so she gets to see you. Strip.\" She taps her foot impatiently as he looks back and forth between us. Well maybe back and forth isn't quite the right words. he takes quick glances at Heather but he can't seem to take his eyes off of me. \n\n\"Hold on now that isn't fair! I didn't know she was going to be naked.\" He puts his hands up defensively. \"I just thought we were going to hang out. You should have warned me.\"\n\nHeather strides towards him and hits him in the chest hard enough to knock him back a few steps. \"Take your clothes off right now are I will rip them off of you myself.\" For a second fear crosses his eyes but then he stands up straight. I realize now how strong he looks. He could probably pick both of us up and throw us across the room. I also see the look in my sisters eyes. She planned this. She used me so she could force Jason into undressing in front of her. \n\nI smile, \"Hold up Heather. He hasn't seen you naked so that isn't fair.\" I walk up to Jason and grab his arm. My two hands together don't even come close to wrapping around his bicep. I look at Jason. \"Since you just finished working out I think you need a shower. I was about to have one myself. Let's go.\" I give him a tug and luckily he doesn't resist. I wouldn't be able to move a man of that size with a running start. As I walk past him I notice his bulge. He is rock hard from looking at me. A thrill of excitement surges through my body as I realize how badly he wants me.\n\n\"I have to come to make sure he doesn't try to get off easy!\" shouts Heather from behind us.\n\nI turn back and look at her over my shoulder. \"Oh don't worry. I am going to make sure he gets off.\" I grab his hand and place it on my butt. \"If you really need to make sure you can listen through the door.\" I quickly pull Jason into the bathroom with me and lock the door before Heather can get inside. I turn to him and look up into his eyes. I grab his shorts by the waistband and pull them down as I kneel in front of him. His cock shoots straight upwards. \"Oh my god\" I whisper, \"it is so hard already,\" I feel my pussy starting to drip in anticipation. \n\nHe leans in close and says \"You were bending over when I first saw you. Your perfect pussy was peaking between your legs. I have never seen a pussy that is as tight as yours. The second I saw you I knew that I would do anything to fuck you.\"\n\nI stand up and turn around. I look into the eyes of his reflection. \"My pussy is dripping from the thought off you. Say that one more time. If it is loud enough for my sister to hear you say that you prefer me. I will lean over and let you fuck me over the counter. He grabs me fiercely by the hips and thrusts straight into me. I cum instantly. He continues fucking me as he tells me that there is no pussy on the planet that could compete with mine. He said it loud enough for Heather to hear. He probably said it loud enough for the neighbours to hear. Or at least they would have heard... if his cock wasn't making me scream so loudly that his voice was drowned out."
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"content": "Ali knew her days were numbered. The subscribers had been dwindling ever since the incidents and she wasn’t bringing in enough revenue. Her manager had told her the day would come where she would have to dip her finger into the other side of the industry. It was normal. It was common. It was stipulated. Right there in her contract. If she didn’t meet her bottom line, there was only one thing left that would let her claw her way back into the top 3. \n\nShe looked at herself in the mirror while she applied her lip gloss. She pressed her lips against a tissue and turned her head left and right to check for smudges. With a heavy sigh she got up and walked over to the clothes rack by the side of the room. Even though this dressing room wasn’t up to her standards, she appreciated that she at least didn’t have to share it with anyone. She looked at the outfits that had been left out for her to choose from. All either black or white spaghetti strap tops and booty shorts. “I guess if I have to do this, I will have to do it right,'' she said to herself as she alternatively held two outfits up to her body in front of the full length mirror. \n\nThis was nothing new in the career of a streamer, but it did give Ali an uneasy feeling. She didn’t understand why there weren’t more willing “professionals” to do this job. Her agency’s manager had simply stated: “There comes a time in every influencer’s life, when she has to step up and take a dick on camera. It’s the way the world works, honey. It is what it is”, he had added with a shrug. She didn’t like the position she was in, but she also knew that it was necessary. She also didn’t like that her panties were practically soaked through. Ali could not understand why her body was so willing if her mind wasn’t.\n\n“What if this doesn’t go well?”, she worriedly asked her reflection. “It’s not like I can just copyright claim this and make it go away”. She held her head in her hands. It would be the first time the world would see her naked. She had tried very hard to keep her body on the verge of exposure, meaning that she’d show just enough of her assets off to pique interest, but not enough to fade from the limelight. She knew if she showed too much to the “thirsties”, as her manager called them, would switch over to someone else. She gave herself one last look in the mirror and reached for the handle of the door. \n\nAs she headed to the main stage she could feel the butterflies in her stomach. As she got closer to the stage her manager turned around to greet her.\n\n“You alright?”, he asked her as he put a hand on her shoulder.\n\n“Yeah, just a bit nervous.”\n\n“Well, toss a pussy and get it drunk and you pay the price, I guess.” The way he chuckled as he said this made Ali regret her decisions.\n\nJust then a young woman with a headset and a clipboard came up behind them.\n\n“Umm, Mrs. Mog...Mo…”\n\n“Ali’s fine, thanks.”, Ali quickly said.\n\n“We’re ready for you on the main stage.” The woman signalled to a man and pointed at Ali. “This will be the male talent that you’ll be working with.”\n\n“Nice to meet you, I’m Ali.”\n\n“Hey, I’m Tom.”, he said as he took her hand to shake it. He was tall, blond and handsome. She could see that he was also well hung by the way his boxer briefs clung to his body. \n\nThey made their way to the main stage where the producer instructed them about what to do. After explaining and making sure both of them understood, he added “...and remember, just act natural!”\n\nThe woman with the headset appeared with a clapperboard and stood in front of the camera. “Roll 1. Scene 1A. Take 1. The Thot and the Thug. Aaaand...action.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The rogue wakes up and realizes that the goody two-shoes paladin is crawling into bed with them. | [
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"content": "A stormy night was afoot, one which would have concealed my steps on the wooden tiles quite easily, allowing me to stalk the nights of this fog-filled town without the steps of my camaraderie right behind me. \nOr at least, so had been my plan.\n\nThese plans were cut short at midnight. My eyes shot open. Thought number one: I fell asleep. Thought number two: It's still night, I got lucky.\n\nThought number three: Who is holding me close?\n\nI too a peek under my sheet, and found the clinging body to belong to a red-haired lady I had known. Maírie, our vanguard of defenses, the \"Paladin of the Iron Commandment\" lied nude against my body, hiding under my covers, face buried against my nightgown.\n\nI shook her awake. \"Maírie, may I ask what you are doing in my room?\" Only now, as she awoke, and looked at me, did I see what had been hidden by her buried face. Dried tears that had recently flown downwards, a look of fear and worry in her eyes...\n\nAnd a bruise, which had drawn blood.\n\n\"Please...\" She meekly said, looking more vulnerable than I ever did in the worst of times.\n\nIt wasn't a moment for words, it wasn't a moment for debate. My words were harsh, and blunt. \"Who?\"\n\n\"Please, just let me-\"\n\n\"Who, Maírie!?\" I yelled out, letting my inner temper escape. Perhaps I was too loud, as I frightened the quivering mess in bed with me. \nA door the hallway acroos swung open, and hurried steps ran towards my room. Perhaps I was just loud enough. \nA knock rang through my door.\n\n\"Yes?\" I asked.\n\n\"Hey, Jack. Is Maírie with you?\" Replied Orndarr.\n\n\"She's in here, alright. Along with your dead mum and the king's crown. Not to mention the five hours of sleep I need, Orndarr! So get lost, will you?\"\n\n\"I- Alright, Jack.\" Steps moved away from my room, presumably back into his own.\n\nI turned my eyes back to Maírie. \"Did he do it?\" She nodded.\n\n\"Alright. I won't be long. Stay here, and don't move, no matter what. And after I am back, we'll talk about repayment.\" I got my bag and heaved atop my shoulders. Rubbing the last wink of sleep from my eyes, I opened the door, and headed to Orndarr's.\n\nA knock, simple, and sound. \"Who's there?\" He asked.\n\n\"The guy you woke up.\"\n\n\"Alright, come in.\", Orndarr replied, though a second voice belonging to Duds butted in. \"Wait, don't co-\"\n\nI was already in, and saw Orndarr retracting from Duds' kneeling posture, naked. Duds wasn't nude, though he may as well have been with how exposed this made him look.\n\n\"I found Maírie. You were looking for her?\" I told him.\n\nOrndarr looked doubtful. \"So quickly?\"\n\n\"Well, she found me, more likely. She's hid in my bedroom, most likely from you.\"\n\n\"That bitch...\" Duds muttered, then repeated, more loudly. \"That bitch! She skimped dicksuckin' duty again. I mean, I can do it once in a while, but damn, my snake needs some loving, too...\"\n\nI dropped my bag on the table. \"I don't care about what you do to her. I want to not be disturbed, and I want-\"\n\n\"You want in on the action.\" Orndarr tried to complete my sentence. \"Of course, that won't be a problem. She'll know how to share.\n\n\"No, I don't want used goods. I want money. My cut's now 30%.\"\n\nDuds shook his head like crazy. \"No deal, man. We'd lose 5 %, and that means, I'd have like 20%, and Orndarr has 20%, and Maírie has 20%. That's no fair.\"\n\nI feigned disappointment. \"You don't think far enough. Does she need 25% if she clearly skimps on your serious business?\"\n\nOrndarr smiled. \"No, she doesn't.\"\n\nThey nodded, and went towards the door, leaving their backs exposed to the blades I had with me in my bag.\n\nMorons.\n\nTwo dead bodies in one compromising pose later, I walked to Maírie. \"Problem solved. You can sleep in your room.\"\n\nMaírie got up, the blanket still held to cover herself, and hugged me. \"Thank you!\" She had gotten halfway to the door when I stopped her. \"The blanket.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\nI sighed. \"I need a blanket to sleep. Come on, toss it.\"\n\nShe did, and as I caught the errant sheet of fabric and woolen filling, I took a look at Maírie in the nude. How her posterior accentuated her toned thighs, how her motion caused the extended motion of her hair, as her rounded curves returned into a standing position, failed to be covered enough by her hands... \nHad this been any other night, any other situation, I'd have ravished her too, taken my \"just reward\", as some would explain it away. \n\nThe faintest of blushes coated her face as a gaze of confusion met my eyes. She had most certainly out of reflex seen my trousers stir, and the sullying she had undergone had certainly trained her to interpret these signs. \"Don't worry, Maírie.\" I replied. \"Although my bodily interest is genuine, I don't force you. Calm down, unwind. If on any other day you feel inclined to pursue this, then you do as you may, but I don't have interest in asking for something that is not for grabs.\"\n\nMaírie nodded, and closed the door behind her, leaving me to attend my errant dagger."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every time you orgasm, you become a little more of the opposite sex. | [
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"content": "I moan as I blow my load all over my stomach. That's the third time today and I think I'm finally getting over the peak of my cycle as a man. Laying back and catching my breath, I'm relieved to see my cock shrinking a bit. I'll probably need to cum four or five more times to be on the beginning of my womanhood.\n\nIt all ways takes longer to get through being a man. This didn't used to be an issue. I work from home so work doesn't really catch on. Really, it is a blessing since I get the best of both worlds. Except now I've messed up. Her name is Erica and I'm absolutely head over heels for her. She's sweet, has just the right amount of of sass, and my God is she great in bed. \n\nThe only real problem I'm having is she doesn't like men. At this point, I've been keeping it a secret for too long. I know when she finds out, that's probably it. I think the lie more than the weirdness will end it. So I just keep jerking away my testosterone and bringing on the beginning of my feminity. When I start getting to the end of the cycle, I just tell her I need to get some work done and take a few days. Unfortunately, she keeps me well taken care of and my days as a woman go by quickly. \n\nOh well, I'm starting to get some feeling back and I'm hoping to catch her for lunch tomorrow. Just four or five more times."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] "No, babe, it's way too hot today…" | [
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"content": "\n**Too Hot**\n-------------------\n\nThe hazy sunlight filtered from the hallway into the bedroom where Fae and Jackie lay in the nude. It was the middle of a heat wave and the new AC wasn't going to get here until tomorrow. \n\n It hadn't started like that though. It had started with a shirt first. Then the shorts went off. Then the bras. All until the two lovers lay in the nude, bored in the lazy heat. \n\n\"Heya cutie. Wanna make out? I'm booooored,\" Jackie said as she reached out to her love.\n\n\"No, babe, it's wayyyyy too hot today...\" Fae was lethargic, trying to roll away from the sunlight only to roll into Jackie's arms.\n\n\"Heh, you're too hot,\" Jackie said with a short peck on her lips as she pulled Fae close. Even in the dark shadows, Jackie could see Fae's face redden in surprise. Jackie chuckled, noticing how she could feel the heat of Fae's burning face even in the summer haze. \n\n\"Never mind. I wanna go back to my side now.\" Fae was pouting and Jackie loved it.\n\n\"I have a better idea. Why don't we get some ice and take a bath together, sweetie? After all,\" Jackie said with another quick peck, \"you're pretty hot and I'm burning up from it.\"\n\nFae reddened more before saying, \"Ahn! J-just get the ice, you dummy!\"\n\nJackie smiled and peeled away from her floor-mattress, practically running to the fridge. So what if the ice was for the party on Friday? They could always get more tomorrow. They were dying in the heat, after all.\n\nWith a loud clatter, ice cubes filled the tub as Jackie began filling up the tub with water. \n\n\"Ugh, babe, I'm feeling lazyyyyyy. Can you drag me to the tub?\" Fae whined in the other room over the sounds of water. Jackie loved how cute Fae sounded when she whined. \n\nWithin seconds, Fae was over Jackie's shoulders and dropped into the tub with a splash. \n\n\"AH! IT'S SO COLD!\" Fae screamed in surprise as she shivered.\n\n\"Aw...that's too bad. Guess that means I have to warm you up now!\" Jackie said as she slid into the tub onto Fae. \n\nJackie traced Fae's curves with an ice cube as she pulled her close. Slowly but steadily, Fae began to relax from the initial shock of the water as Jackie continued to hold her. \n\n\"You know... I'm not so hot anymore if you're still bored...\"\n\nFae's heart pounded, feeling so close to Jackie. Even though they had been dating for years, the feelings had never left her and she knew she would always crave the warmth.\n\nJackie felt it too. Within seconds, the kissing began. Jackie held Fae's hands behind her as she kissed her passionately. The way she sucked on her lower lip. The way her legs tightened around her thighs.\n\nJackie savored every bit of Fae. Nothing else mattered. Not the splashing water on the bathroom floor, not the soaked bathroom rug, no. Nothing mattered more than the way Fae's moans filled the air as the taste of her salty skin filled Jackie's mouth. \n\nEven with the sweat in the summer heat, Fae smelled sweet. Jackie couldn't get enough of it, even as she took an ice cube in her mouth and kissed her way back up to Fae's mouth. \n\nFae moaned as the ice cube slid from Jackie's tongue into her mouth. Her fingers grabbed Jackie's breasts as Jackie circled her nub, making her feel wet. \n\nFae squirmed, her legs tightening as the fingers made her feel heavenly. \"O-oh...m-more please!\" \n\nJackie obliged. Fae's moans were worth it and the way her hands grasped her breasts felt priceless. It wasn't long before Fae was returning the favor.\n\nThe two girls shivered, not from the cold, but in pleasure as their fingers ushered more moans from within them. \n\nFae lost first. It only took a few more minutes before she could no longer focus on fingering Jackie as she shook from the orgasm rocking her body. \n\nJackie took the opportunity to suck on Fae's nipples, sending another shock through Fae's body.\n\nTwo fingers slid in and ushered as Jackie gently nibbled on Fae's nipples. After another twenty minutes of orgasms, Fae was hazy as Jackie held her close. Fae weakly fingered Jackie until orgasm as Jackie held her close in the tub of water.\n\n\"Guess you were right. It's pretty hot, considering the ice cubes are nearly all melted...\" Jackie said, nearly there. \n\nShe loved it when Fae tried, even after being exhausted from orgasms. As the two lovers sat in the water, they knew one thing: it wasn't going to be so boring in this heat after all."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Trapped inside of a slime that seems to feed off pussy juices. Whats a girl to do except sit back and enjoy the ride. | [
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"content": "She had to escape, she had to find a way out... But most importantly of all, she had to do this before it’s too late...\n\nMary Moors was meant to be on the journey of a lifetime. The tall, curly haired brunette had decided that, at 18, she was ready to see the world. Even if her parents thought otherwise...\n\nSo, at 18, and against her mother and father’s wishes, she had taken her share of the Moore’s fortune, so that she may travel the world.\n\nHer parents had warned her against it. They had no confidence in her, they thought she would be incapable of keeping herself safe out there. But she was Mary Moore, so what did they know!\n\nClearly, they knew right. As Mary’s struggles grew weaker and weaker, she wished she’d listened. Not only to them, but to the natives. They’d warned her of “Man eating plants”. It’s clearly nothing but mumbo jumbo, there’s no such thing as man eating plants.\n\nThey had been half right. Whilst the plant didn’t actually “eat” people, it ate something of theirs: Their bodily fluids.\n\nJust as Mary’s train of thought was about to repeat itself, she sensed that the slime was ready to feed again. She braced herself.\n\nMary grimaced as the slime sucked on her. It felt as if she was inside a vacuum cleaner. The slime would suck on her body for about 10 seconds, before relaxing once again.\n\nMary felt such relief as soon as the suction stopped. She looked down at her young pussy, and saw the pussy juice mixing with the slime. She stared helplessly as the slime absorbed her juices. It would be hungry again soon.\n\nThe slime consisted of a large ball of liquid, somehow holding itself together instead of slowly flowing away. Inside of the ball was its unlucky captive, in this case Mary.\n\nMary thought back to how she’d gotten herself into this mess in the first place...\n\nMary was walking through the dense South American jungle. She played with her hair as she happily strolled through the undergrowth. Machete in hand, she was ready to defend herself no matter what. One day she’ll be an inspiration to young women everywhere. She’ll show them that they can do anything they like, no matter how “dangerous” it seems.\n\nAs she walked, she noticed a strange object in a nearby opening. She went to investigate, and found a large ball of some sort of green liquid...\n\nRight as she laid eyes on it, she felt the plant looking base of the liquid spray some sort of pollen right in her face!\n\nShe stumbled back, dropping her machete. As she gained her bearings, she suddenly felt extremely hot. She removed her top, exposing her bra, but it wasn’t enough, so, hesitantly, she removed her jeans and cast them to the jungle floor.\n\nStanding there, just in her undergarments, she still felt hot. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she strips completely naked. Strangely, the moment she does this, she feels fine. Confused, she tries to put them back on, but the feeling returns. \n\nOdd, she thought, but a minor setback. All she had to do was remember to get dressed before she went back to the village. She’d be fine.\n\nAs she turned to leave, her attention was drawn to the weird slime ball. It sprayed some more pollen, but instead of stumbling back, she stood there. And smiled.\n\nFor some unknown reason, the pollen made Mary feel extremely content. Like nothing mattered. She smiled happily as the plant sprayed her again for good measure.\n\nSuddenly, the feeling of warmness came back again, but this time coupled with a desire to go inside the slime. She thought about how cool and soothing it looked, and against her better judgement she touched it.\n\nIt felt incredible. So cool, so soft, so gentle. It didn’t take long before she stepped inside.\n\nAs soon as Mary was engulfed, things changed. The slime suddenly thickened where Mary resided, and Mary realised the danger she was in.\n\nAt first, Mary held her breath, expecting to drown otherwise. Somehow, the slime forced her mouth open and entered. But she didn’t drown. For some unknown reason, she could breathe just fine.\n\nIt was around this point that the first feeding took place. Then the second. Then the third...\n\nMary was losing hope now. It had been 3 days since she’d been captured, and it was starting to change her. Her libido had shot up, and so had her arousal. She’d started to enjoy the feedings, even anticipating them. That was what Mary feared would happen.\n\nSuddenly, she noticed, through the slime, a native hunting party was passing by. She desperately wanted to attract their attention, but she was helpless to move.\n\nOnce the party noticed the slime, they immediately covered their mouths with some sort of leaf mask. The plant sprayed pollen, but nothing happened.\n\nMary locked eyes with the head of the party, and pleaded for help with them. The man looked away, and instead focused on her belongings.\n\nHe began to look through her bag, and study her clothes, which had been left in a crumpled pile on the ground. Mary was confused, perhaps he’s looking for a phone or something.....\n\nHe finished his inspection, before picking up her belongings and walking away.\n\nMary couldn’t believe what was happening. They had stolen her stuff and just left her!\n\nMary struggled a little as she felt the next feeding commence. This one was the longest so far, 20 minutes. She looked down afterwards to see her pussy juice, as well as the milk which had been sucked from her breasts, slowly trained into lactation over the last few days...\n\nMary gave in.... This was her life now...."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : Someone has a voodoo doll of you, and they keep jacking it off. | [
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"content": "Jack Watson groaned, turning around in his seat to glare at his girlfriend sitting at her desk two rows back. She returned his look with what could only be described as an evil grin. He could see Sarah's hands moving slowly back and forth in her purse, in what he was sure seemed like an innocent motion to anyone who happened to look. He, however, knew it was something much more sinister.\n\n\"Is there a problem mister Watson?\" asked the professor, an annoying tut-tut in his british accent.\n\n\"No. Sir.\" Jack said, trying to keep his voice level as a set of invisible hands stroked his penis relentlessly.\n\n\"Very good.\" the professor said dismissively as he turned back to the board, determined to explain some obscure topic to the class.\n\nJack glanced back at Sarah despite the professor's admonishments, and saw that she had pulled the voodoo doll, the cause of all this suffering, from her bag, and was waving its hand at him mockingly. He seethed, trying to put a plan for revenge together in his head, but the invisible hands began stroking him again, and Jack was forced to grind his teeth as waves of pleasure radiated through him. Suddenly, the invisible hands vanished as the dismissal bell rang.\n\nJack stood quickly, turning to look at Sarah, who had already hidden the doll in her bag and was walking toward him. She set her bag on his desk and began to talk about their upcoming dinner date, feigning innocence despite Jack's obvious irritation. He risked a glance into her open bag, and saw the doll, along with a strange-looking purple leatherbound book. His revenge plot flashed to the front of his mind.\n\nHe had an idea."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The subject is fully aware while under this spell, but can't stop their body from doing what you want it do. | [
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"content": "With a wave of her wand, Candice broke the lock spell on Erik’s door and crept into his dorm. She had cast a silence spell to ensure no one would hear her, but the inherent wrongness of what she was about to do still kept her cautious. For the last year, ever since he smiled at her from across the dining hall, she’d been breaking in to his room. Sometimes she took things, but most of the time she just laid in his bed, rolling around in his scent and imagining that he was lying there with her. A lot of masturbation took place in that bed, and a good portion of it was Candice’s. \n\nShe reached his bed and looked down at him. He was gorgeous. Erik had transferred to Candice’s school from Iceland, and he looked every bit like his Viking ancestors. Long blonde air, ice blue eyes and a rough beard. Not to mention massive muscles. The other girls in school liked to joke about he must have wrestled Ice-Apes back home to build such a physique. Candice liked to imagine him wrestling her, pinning her down, taking her. Maybe she would fake fight him a little, but her fantasies always ended with her satisfied and full of his cum. \n\nCandice could already feel the moisture pooling between her thighs. She needed that thick Viking cock and she wasn’t waiting any longer. She took out the paper with the spell she had written down and the boxer briefs she had stolen from his dorm that afternoon. She clutched the underwear tightly and read the words. “Cuius corpus, illorum possidebit!”\n\nA ripple of green light shot out from Candice. Erik jumped out of bed. Candice was happy to see he slept naked. His cock hung down to his thighs. She couldn’t imagine how big it would be when he got hard, but she was eager to see. \n\n“Candice,” he said. “What are you doing in here?” He started putting on some nearby underward. That wouldn’t do. Candice was enjoying the view way too much and in a few minutes he would just be naked again.\n\n“Freeze,” she said. \n\n“Fuck yourself,” he shouted back pulling his underwear on. Instantly Candice reached down the front of her pajama bottoms and stuck her finger in her pussy. What the hell? She tried to pull her hand out but it didn’t budge. \n\n“Oh my god what are you doing?” Erik stared at her. “Stop!” Candice’s finger pulled out of her pussy. Erik continued watching her, confusion in his eyes. “Take your hand out of your pants.” The hand leaped out and hung back down at her side, slick with her juice. Erik looked at the hand, then up to Candice. Candice couldn’t move. Something had gone very wrong with her plan. \nErik walked over and grabbed the spell paper and stolen boxer briefs from her hand. He held the paper up and silently read it. His eyes opened with understanding. He held the paper up to Candice. “You messed up the conjugation on this spell. The way you did it, gives ownership of the *spellcaster* to whoever’s property she holds.” He held the underwear up to her face. “Whoever holds these, controls you.” \n\nCandice’s heart pounded. It figured she would fuck that up, she had always despised conjugation. Now, she was completely immobile and at Erik’s mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her. Erik leaned close until his mouth right next to her ear. “Get on your knees,” he said. Candice dropped to the floor. Her pussy flooded with the eroticism of being commanded and controlled. This was working even better than a spell. She was at his mercy and he was liking it.\n\nErik walked away, grabbed his wand and muttered a small incantation. The tip glowed blue. A sleepy female voice with the same accent as Erik echoed from the wand. “Erik, it’s two in the morning, what do you want?”\n\n“Sorry to wake you Eva.” Jealous thoughts ran through Candice’s mind. Who was Eva? Erik belonged to *her*, he loved *her*. He shouldn’t be calling some Eva in the middle of the night when she was there in his room, on her knees and wet for him. “There’s a small brunette in my dorm who tried to do something very naughty to me.”\n\n“Did she now? Tsk tsk tsk. I’m glad you told me. Is she beautiful?”\n\n“She’s okay. She’s definitely cute. Would you like to come see her?”\n\nA bright blue flash in the room revealed another blonde-haired Icelander, although this one was female. She wore a silky blue night dress that barely covered her hips; the same shade of blue as her and Erik’s eyes. She walked toward Candice, sizing up the girl kneeled before her. “So, lover,” Eva traced her finger along Candice’s jawline, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up, “what did she try to do?” \n\n“I’ll show you,” he handed her the boxer briefs “tell her to do something.” Erik crossed his arms with a grin on his face. Candice could see the outline of his cock bulging against his underwear. He was enjoying watching his “lover” play with her prey. Eva walked back to Erik, placed a hand on his chiseled chest, raised herself up on her toes, looked Candice in the eyes and placed a loving kiss on his cheek. Candice got the message, Erik belonged to Eva and Candice was in trouble. \n\nEva studied her for a moment. Finally, she said “Lie on your back and show me your cunt.” Candice obeyed, spreading her legs wide and displaying her wet pussy. The cool air hitting her wetness sent tingles to her core. “Oh my,” Eva said. “You were certainly ready for my Erik, weren’t you?” \n\nCandice didn’t know to say. *Yes, I’m soaking wet because I planned to curse your boyfriend into fucking me. Yes, I’m still soaked because this whole experience is actually really turning me on.* She didn’t imagine the ice goddess glaring at her open pussy would appreciate that level of honesty. \n\n“So,” Eva continued, done waiting for Candice to answer. “It must just be body-control. If there was mind-control you would have answered me.” She kneeled down between Candice’s open thighs. “Should I take comfort that you only wanted to rape my boyfriend and not steal his soul?”\n\n“No, no, that wasn’t what I-,” Candice’s protest was shut down by three fingers suddenly thrust inside her, stretching her further than she’d ever been before. The fingers curled up, padding her g-spot, then began furiously pumping in and out of her. \n\nEva watched Candice with a sneer on her lips. “You have such a tight pussy, I don’t know how Erik would have fit inside you.” She continued working inside Candice. Candice felt the orgasm building in her core. She knew she was going to cum. She looked up at Eva, who was watching her with intense interest and biting her lower lip. Candice dropped her head back and closed her eyes. She was so close. It was only going to take a few more pumps and she would-\n\nThe fingers popped out. Candice cursed and groaned at the sudden emptiness in her middle. She had been so close to release. Now she lied there, unable to move, her genitals throbbing and frustrated.\n\n“You don’t get to cum,” Eva said. “At least not yet. First you will take care of me. Then, if I’m satisfied, I’ll let you watch me take care of Erik, like only a real woman can. Finally, we will let you take care of Erik’s friends.” She leaned close to Candice’s face. “And he has so, so many friends.” Eva gave Candice a small kiss on the tip of her nose. “That tight pussy of yours won’t be tight much longer.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Wow, you've just won a luxury space yacht! Time to meet the crew. | [
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"content": "The ticket, an holo image that propped itself above my smart watch, span round slowly whilst the voice over repeated the same message. There was a loud fog horn noise and the voice said \"Congratulations! You have just won an all expenses paid singles cruise vacation Saturns moon, titan, then back again!. Please press accept to begin your journey!\"\n\nI let out a messy sigh and scratched the stubble that was my chestnut red beard. I had been replaying the same message for days, it seemed to good to be true. However, here i was, standing in front of the old style boarding plank that stretched from the satellite docks to the monstrous luxury cruiser the Titanic V. I relinquished an audible gulp and stepped aboard the ship. \n\nThe whole way up the old style boarding plank creaked and groaned under my feet. I reminded myself that it was engineered to do that, to simulate the real deal. It didn't help to calm my nerves though. My fear of heights was overwhelming me as it was and no self convincing would stop that. Finally, with one ending leap, I step onto the more stable cruiser.\n\nIt was massive, I wanted to explore the ship from end to end which I felt may take me a full day to do just that, however the voice behind me had other plans. \"Hello mister, Doth is it?\"\n\nI spin on my heels. A synth stands in front of me, she is shaped in all the right ways and had her synthetic blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. \"H-how…\" I began to ask, stuttering my words as my concentration was split between trying not to eye fuck the synth and asking my question.\n\n\"How did I know who you were?\" Asked the synth when she saw me struggle to find my first language. Her voice was engineered smooth and sent shivers down my spine. \"You have your name tag on your pack.\" She pointed to it with one finger, then smiled at me.\n\n\"Oh yea, I guess that makes sense.\" I reply, slightly embarrassed and now blushing in my cheeks.\n\n\"Do not worry Mr. Doth. Please follow me to your cabin, I will give you the quick tour and the rules of the ship. Then you can take as much time to get acquainted with the ship as you'd like.\" The synth turned and began down the open corridor. The ship had an atmosphere shield so that it could have open walkways that look out into space, a very intriguing feature that brought on loads of tourists.\n\nAs we turned into my cabin I couldn't help but be in awe. It was massive, probably bigger than most on the ship. Maybe even the captain's. \"Here is the itinerary, Mister Doth.\" The synth handed me the pamphlet and I began to flip through it. It laid out all the activities as well as any emergency procedures and the flight route that we…\n\n…\n\nDid my pants just come unzipped?\n\nThen I felt something, it was warm and wet like a sponge. It ran the whole length of my cocks shaft. From the tip to the stem. I looked down, the synth had my whole cock, which now swelled at a rapid pace and began to get warm, in her mouth. She had begun to suck and blow, moving her head up and down. The feeling was mind blowing.\n\nOnly a few minutes in the sensation became almost to much. I lost a bit of balance and landed my hand on the synths hair, grabbing a small handful to steady myself. Soon I felt the throb and explosion from my loins, I gripped the synths hair and grunted a euphoric grunt. With a twitch I shot my hot load deep into the synths mouth.\n\nShe rose from her knees and wiped any excess semen or saliva from her uniform. \"Dinner is around 6.\" She said as the synth turned and left my cabin.\n\nDumbfounded and slightly out of breath I took a minute to gather my thoughts. Soon I got changed into more appropriate vacation attire and left my dwelling. As I did I'd seen another synth, this one exiting the cabin next to mine. She had the same curves as the one who greeted me, except her hair was dark brown. Leaving the cabin after her was an female, she brushed off her clothes as she exited her cabin. She looked at me, flustered and red in the cheeks. Gave me a wink and then walked the opposite way as the synth.\n\nI think I'm going to like it here.\n\n((There was so much more I wanted to write! I don't know the rules of this sub on size of replies or anything so I will leave it here. Any comments and critiques are more then welcome. Especially since I don't have time to make anything but this rough draft.))"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You desperately needed transportation, and the used car was a steal, the owner practically giving it away. The catch? It's probably cursed, and most definitely perverted. The only question now is, which one of you is more deviant? | [
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"content": "I have to admit that either I had been a blind, deaf and stupid idiot, or that I was (at least unconsciously) intrigued when I saw the car the first time. I mean, sure, the price played a big role. $5000 for a 2013 VW Phaeton with only 13'666 km on it was not just cheap, it was downright daylight robbery. I needed a car, and I spent quite some time on the Autobahn every day. So I was definitely in the market for a very luxurious but powerful sedan.\n\nThe colour was not my favourite. It must have been a custom paint job, because I'm pretty sure VW never made a car that was black with a tinge of purple. I found it weird that the current owner claimed that he had only driven it once, and that, quote \"He absolutely hated how it drove,\" but he did not clarify how he meant it. He even let me test-drive it without wanting to be present. I very much liked how it felt as I drove once through the empty village on a Sunday afternoon. Powerfully vibrating engine and slippery gearbox, as if made for racing. Truth be told I had always thought the Phaeton would not feel much like a sexy sports-car, but maybe I misremembered. \n\nWhen I asked the seller if I could have a few days to think it over, he offered me $1000 off the price if I took it off his hands and drove it off right now, because he needed the parking space urgently. In afterthought, I am pretty sure that was a lie, and even then it seemed fishy.\n\nI took the deal and took the car home with me. I could have sworn the engines made different noises from before. More... humming contently.\n\nThe next day I got up early in the morning and got ready to go to work. I drove up to the highway just near my house (and not yet known to me, accelerated beyond 66.6km/h). That is when things got very weird. A bump appeared on the seat between my legs, and I thought for a moment I had touched a button that somehow reclined the seat, but that was absolutely the case. It was as if the seat was malleable, and had a will of its own. It slid up between my thighs, and before I could do much about it (concentrating on driving as I was) it had grown to the size of about a head. \n\nAn opening formed at the front, and I gasped in shock as I saw what looked like tiny black leather tentacles pull down my fly. Now panicking, I tried to drive to the side of the road and stop, but the steering wheel did not budge. I cried out in fear, thinking I would now crash into the lorry in front of me, but the car gently swerved to the side as if driven by an autopilot. Which this car model absolutely did not have. The stereo came on, and a sultry woman's voice murmured: \"Just relax. I got it under control.\"\n\nI stared first at the sound system showing a purple audio spectrum moving in accordance to the strange voice, then immediately back at the thing between my legs. It definitely resembled a female head now, at least in rough contours, as if made from smoothed metal.\n\nThen my cock flopped out of my pants, and straight into its \"mouth\". Immediately, I felt \"her\" start to gently suck, and the head slid closer to my crotch, until its nose touched my pants. My cock was fully engulfed by her, warm, wet, soft, like a human mouth. Better even. Like a cross-over between a juicy pussy and an eager mouth. I could not see what was happening, but I felt my cock be licked, sucked and fucked all at once.\n\nI groaned in pleasure. It felt utterly amazing. It took only a couple minutes until I felt myself ready to cum, and cum hard. And then she stopped. I looked down at the \"head\" between my legs, but it was unmoving. It had pinned me to the seat, and there was no way I could touch my penis. I could have sworn even the vibrations of the motor had lessened to the tiniest hum. The speedometer showed an easy 136 km/h, and my Phaeton manoeuvred with skill and grace between the other cars.\n\n\"Why did you stop?\" I asked, slightly breathless, denied cock still throbbing. I did not really expect and answer, but when it came anyway, I flinched. \"Because I like my boys needy and denied,\" the sultry voice declared. \n\n\"Would you like to climax?\" it asked.\n\n\"Yes, I would like to?\" I replied, quite wary whether this was a trick question.\n\n\"Sure, go ahead,\" it replied. I could have sworn I heard a snicker.\n\nMy cock had gotten partially soft in the mean time, but now the pleasure was as strong as ever. It felt like a dozen tongues were playing with my cock-head, trying to make me shoot my load as if their life depended on it.\n\nI moan and was about to explode, and it immediately stopped. \n\n\"Oh come on!\" I exclaimed.\n\n\"Tsk tsk tsk. You will address me as Mistress,\" the *car* said.\n\n\"But you're a car?!\" I shouted, equally frustrated and confused.\n\n\"And your cock is stuck in that position until you call me Mistress,\" she answered.\n\n\"Fine. Mistress. May I please cum?\" I replied.\n\n\"Soon,\" she answered, and then stayed still. For the next forty minutes, she took over driving completely, I could just lean back and \"enjoy\" it as she kept edging me over and over until we arrived at the parking garage of my company. There, finally, she kept going for just a second longer, and I nearly fainted as I shot nearly an hour's worth of edging down her \"throat\".\n\n\"Good boy,\" she praised me.\n\nI went to work rather frazzled, but also with a certain glow.\n\nIn the evening when I stood in front of my car and wondered whether I should take the train home, the door swung open automatically. I understood why this car had not stayed with one owner for too long. Who would willingly get edged for ninety minutes every day?\n\nTurns out I would. This car is perfect.\n\n---\n\n1070 words. I had a lot of fun with this one."
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