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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your attempted brainwashing is only 50% complete when a power outage occurs and the police rescue you. Now you try to live a normal life while half of you only yearns to serve your master. | [
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"content": "> Content: Brainwashing, implied torture, pet play\n\nYou know how your best friend can kind of be really helpful, but sometimes they just get *too into your private stuff and you just can't help but tell them everything they want to know?* \n\n\"So, you're saying you were strapped to that chair, naked, and you had a *what* inside you?\" \n\nI sighed. I didn't know if this counted as getting hit on or not, but Deborah was definitely getting too intrusive. Not that I'd mind getting hit on by her. She had a figure just a bit more toned than mine was, just enough to make me envious. It's just that getting halfway through a brainwashing and kidnapping attempt kinda puts a dampener on any sort of sexy thought for a while. Maybe if I could have Master fucking me... no, I shouldn’t think things like that. \n\nI took another sip of my wine before deciding to respond to her question, swirling the pale yellow liquid as I felt my brain sliding into that same haze. \"Yes, for the third time, it was an electrified dildo. I'd get asked a question, and if master liked the answer, I'd get buzzed down there and I'd have this weird chemical pumped into my brain to make me feel good about it. If they didn't like the answer, they shock me down there. I was clamped and everything, and I'd just shake and scream into the empty basement as my... ugh... my *master's property*. Master was listening, somewhere, I just never saw master.\" I shook my head, trying to rid myself of these disturbing thoughts. Fuck, there was still too many residuals. The shrinks said that they might work their way out of my head, but I was already running into too many problems. \n\nFor example: Deborah. Like, I loved her to all hell, but she definitely had problems with boundaries. Boundaries I couldn't really establish for myself all that well. It didn’t help that she had this burning knowledge of hypnosis that she liked to share. Her hazel eyes were certainly hypnotic, and I tried not to stare at her too much.\n\n\"So, uhh, when you get brainwashed, you have these codewords or triggerwords, right? Guy says a codeword, and you have to follow, right? Can you tell me your codewords?\"\n\nWithout thinking, I start reciting. \"Obey, present, beg, pleasure, strip, hey wait! Don't try and get me to recite these off! I told you I'm having trouble holding myself back. Stupid fucking brainwashing. Stupid fucking son of...\" I pull myself back before I say anymore. The headaches I got from speaking about Master negatively really hurt. \n\nStill, despite my pleading, Deborah went ahead and started to try a few. \"Okay... why don't we try... strip!\" I stared back at her. There was a slight compulsion to take my shirt off, and it did feel awful hot. Still, I knew what she had tried. \"They didn't all implant, and I'd be really happy if you didn't try any more!\" \n\nDeborah raised her hands as a gesture of surrender. \"Fine, I get it. Like, imagining somebody saying 'pleasure' in the middle of a shopping mall and you just get the urge to suck on their dick or something.\" I groaned when she said that. That was exactly what that trigger was supposed to do, and I just felt a compulsion to drop down and eat her out. I pushed the chair out from under me, my mouth starting to drool as I crawled underneath the table towards her crotch. \"Hey, what are you doing down there?!\" \n\nI shoved my face in between her thighs. Muffled, I yelled back at her. \"You said one of my code words! Fuck! I've got to pleasure you now! Open up your pants! Please!\" \n\nShe seemed taken aback at first, but she acquiesced to my demands way too easily. Her zipper slid down and her panties were slid away to the side, giving me unfettered access to her pussy. I didn't have anything like that myself, I just had Master's property, and as much as I wanted to touch myself while I pleasured her, those damn mental blocks meant I only ever wanted to finger my filthy asshole. Yeah, my filthy asshole. Stupid brainwashing was messing around with my vocabulary too. Master said I was going to be anal only, so I had to obey and not touch their property.\n\nI felt proud of myself as Deborah moaned out as I tongued her, lapping at her folds and clit before diving in and out. Another stupid fucking thing about the brainwashing was that sexual fluids tasted like ambrosia to me. I could still distinctly taste the coppery tang, but some sort of psychological effect meant that it was the best taste in the world. Cum was the same. I was forced to drink up some while I was being buzzed and pumped with those brainwashing drugs, and I had the same association. I could almost cum drinking cum myself. Almost. I hoped this wouldn't be addictive. \n\nDeborah was enjoying herself as much as I was, as I moaned into her, satisfied at myself. \"Oh, you do this so well, even better than before. You've become such a *good girl*.\" She patted my head, digging her fingers through my hair as I shuddered and whined happy little noises. That was another code word. I guess I could have her do it again, as I licked further. Still, I wish it was Master calling me a good girl. I wondered where they were, or even who they were, but my compelling desire to pleasure overrode that thought as I pushed myself back inside my moaning friend, voluntarily smothering myself. \n\n----------------------------------------------\n\nI was fortunate enough to have a couple of months off from having to do any work thank to insurance. Public outings were always embarrassing. Even though that command to \"strip\" didn't function, I always felt overdressed, and even a bare midriff and booty shorts didn't do quite enough. Walking on two feet also felt strange, and I always had a desire to be pulled by a leash. I halfway satisfied that desire by buying a thin, black leather collar. The absence of a leash was noted, but I could do without walking around with that. \n\nMy libido also ran high, and I could damn well go and fuck anybody on the street. I got Deborah to try and hook me up with a couple trusted people to work my frustration out, but it never worked. One of the first things Master did was tell me that I couldn't cum without their permission, and this just led to a growing frustration. I couldn't even touch Master's property without their permission. I was meant to be an anal only slut. This fuckpet wasn't meant to have any pleasure for... *fuck.* Stupid brainwashing. *I* couldn't manage to pleasure myself due to that mental block, no matter how hard I tried. Any time I pulled up a vibe, or tried to hump a pillow, I felt awful about disobeying Master, and I'd just give up and hold my head in shame. \n\nLife was way worse than before, and that wasn't even the worst part. I couldn't sleep on my bed anymore, and my aversion to walking became a desire to crawl on all fours, leashed, naked, and as helpless as possible. I wasn't crazy enough to put myself in some restrictive bondage yet, but I did end up getting that collar and leashing myself to my bedframe at night. I'd bundle myself up in pillows and cushions and blankets while the mattress sat empty, a spot for a Master more deserving than this fuckpet. I couldn't help but whine for them at night as I toyed with my filthy asshole, dripping in desire for their touch. \n\nThankfully there wasn't any block to watching Netflix, or using my laptop at least. I could still fall asleep to some dumb show or read whatever I wanted. There was that downside that I kept wanting to watch porn, which just made me hornier, but falling asleep, bundled up with something funny wasn't the worst, even if I wasn't on my bed itself. \n\n----------------------------------------------------\n\nI guess my life ended up being kind of normal. If you think that ending up with Deborah counted as normal. There wasn't any rule against writing or doing tech work from home. Mistress Debbie was pretty understanding of my situation, with all that stuff about wanting to be naked, on all fours, and being treated like a fuckpet. Mistress was so kind to get her fuckpet a cushion and laptop stand that let me type comfortably while kneeling. \n\nWas there a better way for me to live? Maybe, but I found my life with Mistress satisfying and fulfilling. She wasn't stingy with handing out the \"good girls\" and headrubs to me. \n\n\"Can I get some *pleasure* while I cook dinner, honey?\" she suggested from the kitchen, tantalizing smells of broiling meat and spices flowing out from the oven towards my spot. \n\nI sighed. I wanted to write some more, but getting over that desire was too hard. This time, I couldn't tell what I was drooling for more. Her pussy, or that rack of lamb in the kitchen. \"Mmmm, yes mistress.\" I trotted over to her, ready to dip my tongue into a tangy appetizer.\n\nDeborah reclined on the kitchen stool, spreading her legs out, naked under her apron. I gladly stuck my head in between. “Ooh, you’re really good at pleasure right now, arent’t you? Such a good girl. A very good girl. I don’t even care that the brainwashing got cut off at the halfway point, you’re already mine.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Shoplifters will be prostituted, no exceptions! | [
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"content": "\"Have a seat, miss,\" Arnold told her as he closed the door behind them. His office was small and windowless, and any surface that wasn't covered in receipts and papers were cluttered with half empty coffee cups. \"What is your name?\"\n\n\"Penny. Penny Pritchard,\" she said with her head down. She pulled the hem of her extra large sweater and trapped it between in her lap. \n\n\"Well Penny, you're in a heap of trouble. What made you think you could walk out of the store with that under your sweater?\"\n\n\"I don't know, I thought it wasn't obvious.\"\n\n\"A fifty inch flat screen TV is fucking obvious!\" he yelled. \"I could call the cops now and they would haul you away. You could do real time in jail for this. Think of your reputation, your family...\"\n\n\"I don't have family, sir. Not since they disowned me.\" \n\n\"Disowned you? What did you do?\"\n\n\"I dropped out of college and went on a road trip. They thought that if I was old enough to throw my life away, that they wanted nothing to do with me.\"\n\n\"Is that it? Seems like a flimsy reason.\"\n\nPenny fidgeted in her seat. \"Well, there was the other part, where my friends were part of a sex cult. Also, I *may* have taken some money from my parents, money they earmarked for tuition.\"\n\n\"Oh, that sounds more like it. Maybe you should go to prison and learn how to be a good citizen.\"\n\n\"Is that what they teach you in prison? Is that what they taught you?\" she asked. \"I can see the tattoo on your wrist. You've done time too.\"\n\nArnold looked at the spider's legs peeking out from his cuffs and pulled on his sleeve. \"You seem to know a lot.\"\n\n\"I know that this store has an alternative approach to handling theft.\"\n\nArnold raised his eyebrow. \"Oh, you do?\" He stood next to her chair and unzipped his fly. \n\nPenny peeled off her sweater and cupped her bare breasts. She kneaded her nipples until they were hard, then reached into his pants. \"Yeah, I cum here all the time, for my five fingers discount.\"\n\n***\nShort one; comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elf woman is dragged before the orc chieftain. "Look, lady, I'm not sure what it's like where you're from, but you can't just go running around naked propositioning people for sex around here." | [
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"content": "“Well, you see, there are, some, hah, mitigating… circumstances…” the naked, squirming elf managed brightly, panting only a little. She was held off the floor of the tent by two brawny orcs who each held an arm and leg, their firm grips making her constant wriggling pointless.\n\n\n“Mmhmm,” said the orc chieftain, crossing her muscular arms as she looked over the elf. She was gorgeous, in the thin, angular sort of way peculiar to fae. Shortish blond hair was made messy by her struggles and green eyes looked up at the chieftain with a mixture of hazy lust and shining goodwill. Her skin was tan but visibly flushed around her chest and neck, and the wetness painting her thighs made her state of arousal very clear.\n\n\n“I’m Jiana,” the elf said, waving at the chieftain. “I’d shake your hand, but, ah…” She managed to shrug despite being held in midair.\n\n\nThe orc stared at her for a few moments longer, then sighed. “...My name is Kuon. Care to explain these ‘mitigating circumstances’?”\n\n\n“Well, mostly, um, hmm…” Jiana cleared her throat as her eyes bounced around the room. She focused on her guards’ muscles, their loincloths, then on Kuon’s well-toned form before she seemed to regain control of herself and continued. “That is to say, you know elves?”\n\n\n“...yes…” Kuon said slowly.\n\n\n“And, you know how elves, uh, make babies?”\n\n\n“...yes…”\n\n\n“And, you know-”\n\n\n“Get to the point!” Kuon snapped.\n\n\n“I’m in heat,” she blurted. “Basically. There’s more… more to it than that, but, ah…”\n\n\nThe longer she watched the elf, the more Kuon was realizing that Jiana wasn’t struggling to get away - she was fighting desperately to rub her thighs together. “And that gives you the right to run around like a naked madwoman?”\n\n\n“To be honest, I thought it’d be a lot easier to get an orc to stick their dick in me if I was literally begging for it,” Jiana said distractedly, staring at the orc to her side. She was drooling a little.\n\n\n“We’ve had some issues with disease. I hammered it into all the boys to be extra careful about what they’re sticking where.” Literally hammered, in the case of one thick-skulled and stubborn orc.\n\n\n“Oh,” Jiana mumbled. “Well, I’m… all clean. You could just put me somewhere… and all fuck my brains out… please…”\n\n\n“Hmm.” Kuon rubbed her jaw. “I suppose… Lok?”\n\n\nOne of the orcs holding Jiana grunted.\n\n\n“Go get a tent set up. Tell Garra to organize things for anyone who wants some fun with this elf.”\n\n\nLok nodded. “Want me to let her go, chief?”\n\n\n“Yes. I can handle her. Wall, you head out too. Good work on catching her. Both of you can have first go when I’m done.”\n\n\nThe orcs nodded and set Jiana down before shouldering through the tent flaps. Immediately and without shame, the elf began rubbing herself. She asked in a breathier voice, “Is that orc’s name really Wall?”\n\n\n“It’s a nickname,” Kuon said, reaching down to pick up Jiana. The elf was a foot shorter than her and slimmer in every respect, and she squeaked as she was lifted bodily into the air.\n\n\n“Um?! W-What are you doing with me…?”\n\n\n“Chief gets first crack at the spoils,” Kuon said, letting out a husky laugh as she tossed Jiana onto the soft pile of furs that made up her bed. The elf stared up at her wide-eyed, then broke into a smile.\n\n\n“Oh. Then…” She spread her legs, revealing her wet, swollen folds and giving Kuon a coy but pleading look. The orc chuckled as she stripped off her leathers, revealing dark green skin marked with uncountable scars.\n\n\n“Never know what the day will bring. Didn’t expect to have a needy little elf in my bed this morning…” Kuon watched Jiana’s eyes as she unwound the long strip of cloth that held her breasts, enjoying the way the elf leaned forward in anticipation. Only in her pants, she knelt down in front of Kiana and pushed her down with a strong hand, leaning over her and putting their faces close together. The elf’s chest rose and fell quickly under her hand as warm breath bathed her cheeks, and Kuon gave her a toothy grin. “Ever been with an orc before?”\n\n\n“Um… I… not as such…” Jiana mumbled, shivering with excitement.\n\n\n“I better get you ready for the boys, then…”\n\n\n-------\n\n\nContinued below. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] What are some interesting occurrences in an openly sexual/kinky world? | [
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"content": "* Showing off a buttplug in public is seen as normal, but the appearance of the plug itself is often significant. The fact that a lady chose to wear a large solemn black plug with a ruby gem rather than a slimmer silver piece with a clear gem could say a lot about her. \n\n* Being out in bondage is also making a culturally significant statement. In the real world, women have historically worn clothes that often heavily restricted their movement, which could itself be seen as a mark of prestige. You were a real fancy pants person if you didn't wear clothes that let you move around and do actual work. The same might extend to the modern day, with deliberately restricting clothing like ballet boots and arm binders being fashionable precisely because of how impractical they are. \n\n* In the same way that people sometimes wear masks or earbuds to signify they're not interested in talking, they could wear ball gags to achieve the same effect, while still being able to mutter if they really needed to speak. \n\n* Some women wear chastity belts for religious reasons, either to remain celibate before marriage, or as part of their vows for joining a religious order. But the belts also acknowledge the fact that sexuality is a healthy part of human nature, and so are especially designed to tease the the wearer with pleasure with their every movement. \n\n* Sex ed lessons continue on in college, and include hands on sexual technique demonstrations in class. \n\n* There are bars where people go to drink or smoke, but mostly to relax and receive oral service. They are casual enough that executives will often conduct business at the fancier bars in the way that people in the real world will do business lunches. \n\n* Being a live-in full time submissive can be quite a lucrative career. \n\n* Good managers often try to motivate their teams by offering sexual favors, either by paying for it, or doing the deed themselves."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The punk keeps getting herself in trouble, and you keep having to detain her. As you drive her back home again, you begin to suspect this is how she flirts. | [
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"content": "“You can’t keep doing this Melody.”\n\nHer lip was swollen and her eyes were still caked in dried tears after she got punched in the nose. \n\n“They had it coming.”\n\nShe smiles like a shark.\n\n“I thought you said you were quitting this shitty security job?”\n\nI shake my head as I pull into Melody’s dingy little trailer park.\n“I’m done next week.”\n\n3 rows back is her old pickup and trailer covered in graffiti. \n\nWe step out. I’m behind her gripping her wrists. The handcuffs jingle and bind her tattooed hands. She smells like an ashtray. \n\n“I’m gonna miss you Denise.”\n\nShe chokes the words out as I release her from the cuffs. \n\n“Like I said it’s next week...”\n\nMelody opens her trailer door and turns to look at me. I suddenly feel so old in my security uniform. I’ve never noticed how adorable and youthful her face is under all the eyeliner and piercings. She scratches her half shaved, blue hair and spits on to the floor. \n\n“No more detaining?”\n\nI shake my head. \n“No more.”\n\nShe spits again.\n“So this is the last one?”\n\nI nod. \n“Yep...”\n\n*We hit her bed hard. She kisses like a vampire trying to suck all the blood out of my neck and chest. Under all the leather and ripped jeans she’s pale and thin. I grunt as her hip bones clash against mine.*\n\n*Melody spits between my legs and eats me up. 1 minute in and I’m screaming like it’s been an hour.*\n\n*I trace her rear with my tongue until it finds her pretty little pucker. She fucks and cums like a tiger. We sweat and cuss and fuck and cum. Over and over, she makes me feel so young. Like college summertime sex I used to have.*\n\nWe collapse eventually. \n\nSweat and spit all over us... \n\nNew stains on her stained sheets...\n\nLove means goodbye isn’t forever..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a novel new approach to encouraging good behavior, a prison opens a brothel where well behaved prisoners can visit. | [
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"content": "“Back in your cell, *Convict*.”\n\nThe way she said that word... like it was a proper noun... made Tennessee shiver.\n\nIt wasn’t a *bad* shiver, but it did give him pause, and the officer didn’t seem to have any patience for it.\n\n“I said... Back. In. Your. Cell.” She barked at him, cutting each word off. Before he could react, he felt a flat hand between his shoulder blades, and a push forward. \n\nTennessee stumbled into the cell, catching himself on the wall before he could fall to his knees. There was a metallic creak behind him, followed by a loud bang, and a crunching noise like machine parts moving together.\n\nTennessee didn’t have time to look back before he felt a hand gripping his shoulder and a shoe budging up between his, nudging his right foot to the side.\n\n“Hands on the wall, just like that.” The cop’s voice spoke behind him. “Legs apart. C’mon. There; that’s good.”\n\nShe was several inches shorter than he was, but she had a grip that Tennessee guessed could bend the bars right off the doors of this place... and that husky, bossy voice?\n\n“Searchin’ you for contraband, *Convict*.” The cop announced, repeating the word that’d given him chills, before.\n\nAs if that hadn’t been enough to give him goosebumps all over, Tennessee felt the woman’s warm, bare had run up under his shirt, starting at his waistline, and slowly running up higher and higher. Her other hand was still a vice on his shoulder, holding him in place, and her foot was still between his, keeping his legs spread out.\n\nHe grunted when she started to rub her hand over his chest.\n\n“Quiet.” She ordered, shortly.\n\nTennessee held his breath as she rubbed again. It’d been a while since he’d felt that. He wasn’t about to do anything that’d make her stop...\n\nHe felt her hand start slowly rubbing its way back down his torso, and frowned, letting his breath go in a silent sigh.\n\nHis frown turned into a smirk, though, as he felt fingertips teasing at the waistband of his pants.\n\n“Got anything in here that’ll *poke me*, *Convict*? Go ahead and answer.”\n\n“No, ma’am...” Tennessee responded, quickly, trying to hide his anticipation.\n\n“We’ll see about that, *Convict*.” He heard her whisper, trying to reach his ear.\n\nHer hand dipped past his waistband, and he could feel her fingertips run along his thigh. She reached down as low as she could, rubbing his leg, squeezing his shoulder tighter as she leaned forward into his back.\n\nHe felt her hand curl around his inner thigh, caressing it as she dragged her way back up.\n\nShe had purposefully missed something on her way down... This time, her hand came right up against it.\n\n“Woah, there!” The cop exclaimed. “You went and lied to me, *Convict*!”\n\nHer hand shot out of his pants; all except for her fingertips, which curled into a fist on his waistband and yanked the one side of his pants down... Then she reached to the other side and yanked it, too.\n\nTennessee felt a new wave of goosebumps rush over him as the cold air touched his bare skin, and his orange pants pooled around his ankles.\n\nHe didn’t pay too much attention to the air temperature, though... His attention was somewhere else.\n\n“Where’d you get *this* from, *Convict*?” The cop asked, resting *it* on her open palm. “This here is contraband like nobody’s business...”\n\nTennessee was silent. \n\nThe cop’s impatience reared up, again. She curled her hand around *it* - squeezing with the same vice she had on his shoulder. \n\n“You hear me, *Convict*?” She asked, giving *it* another squeeze. “Where. The fuck. Did. You. Get. This?”\n\nTennessee tried to keep himself together as she questioned him. With each word, she’d squeeze what she’d found again... and, on the last word, she’d given it a downward stroke, her closed fist around *its* base.\n\n“I...” Tennessee sputtered, finally. “I ain’t tellin’ you shit, *Officer*.” \n\n“That right, *Convict*?” She challenged, stroking him again. “You ain’t much of a fuckin’ talker, *Convict*?”\n\nTennessee let out a groan as she settled into a steady - and almost severe - rhythm of strokes and squeezes.\n\n“We’ve got ways of makin’ you talk, *Convict*!” She hissed into his ear. “Get on the fuckin’ bed!”\n\nReleasing her *find*, the cop put both hands on Tennessee’s shoulders, twisting him to the right, and shoving him forward. \n\nHe stumbled - more than before on account of his dropped pants - but he managed to catch himself, planting his palms into a thin mattress on a creaky-spring-loaded bed frame welded to the bars of the cell.\n\nHe felt the cop’s foot against his, again.\n\n“Playin’ footsie, are we, *Officer*?” He asked, mockingly.\n\n“Get the fuck on the bed, *Convict*.” She ordered, shoving him between the shoulders again.\n\nTennessee obliged, pulling himself onto the mattress. The cop had stepped on his pants, allowing him to slip his feet out of them as he crawled into bed.\n\n“What now, *Officer*?” He asked, grinning.\n\n“Hands above your head.”\n\nTennessee, again, obliged, sitting up in bed and raising his arms above his head.\n\nLike a crack of lightning, the cop pulled something from her belt and reached up, roughly grabbing one of Tennessee’s hands. There was a metallic click, and the man felt something tight and cold around his wrist.\n\nThe cop pounced on top of him, pushing him down onto the bed and straddling his chest. Tennessee winced at the sudden movement, and at the cop grabbing hold of his other hand, yanking it and the other up and back, through the bars of the cell. He felt the same cold tightness around both wrists now, dangling freely just outside the bars.\n\nTennessee tried to pull his hands back down, but met resistance. The sound of metal clanging against metal echoed from behind his head. He’d been handcuffed to the cell.\n\n(Continued.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have a special ability with which you can control people's minds... Except it's more like throwing your voice into another person's head and making it sound like their own thoughts. | [
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"content": "Constructive Criticism is welcome. **Story contains:** >!open-ended, dub-con and supernatural suggestion!<\n&nbsp;\n***\n\nShe ran her fingers through her hair, nervously combing and twisting the dark brown locks with frantic energy. She leaned forward, glancing around the nearly empty bookstore, took a few deep breaths, and laid back in the chair. \n\n*\"Go-on, there's nothing to worry about. Go, suck his dick.\"*\n\n*It was always more difficult to get people to do anything in public, even more so when they were total strangers.*\n\nHer internal-turmoil was evident on her face. Her lovely brow creased with worry, and her pouty lips twisted and folded in on itself to form a thin contemplative line. She nervously wrung her hands together before standing up and glancing around once again.\n\n*\"There you go, now go kneel in front of him —make sure you arch your back, men like to see that sort of thing. When you fish out his cock, do it slowly. Wrap your lips around the head, swirl your tongue around it a bit.\"*\n\nHer head tilted as if to give the disembodied voice —she must've assumed was her own— a pensive affirmation.\n\nShe dug her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, shimmying them down just below the bones her hips, so the curves of her ass came peeking out the back. \n\nShe closed her eyes, brushed her hair back behind her ears, took another deep breath and stepped forward in the direction of the man sharing the bookstore's lounge. She was tall, with a volleyballer's build, willowy but sturdy, a delicate union of muscle and soft curves. The man in question had been stealing glancing most of the evening and she had been coy long enough, or at least that's what *her conscious* insisted.\n\nHer steps were slow and graceful, the man hadn't even looked up at from his book for the past few minutes until she was tapping his knee. He cleared his throat, \"Yes?\" he greeted her with a blank expression. She nervously bit her lip, but dutifully sunk to her knees, her fingers fiddling with denim barrier before her. He stiffened up, falling back into the lounge chair, his toes pointing to the ceiling, and his book went tumbling from the arm of the chair. \"Miss, what do you think you're doing?\"\n\n*\"Relax...\"*\n\nThe voice echoing in his mind calmed him straight away. Her deep brown eyes met his, she gave his crotch a nuzzle and she felt him lurched forward. Her fingers finally tugged the metal fastener free, the zipper purred, and the crown of his cock practically lept into her mouth. She let out a gratified moan. Her head falling forward, her tongue tracing the bulbous swelling in her mouth. She moaned thoughtfully, remembering to raise her ass high, the rounded peaks coming into the stranger's view just behind her head as she slowly nursed at the tip of his cock."
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"content": "I stare at her for a moment, unsure if I missheard her. Doing so also makes me see her properly for the first time. She's a very pretty woman, I guess in her mid 30s, someone that can be called a MILF. She has black hair that's cut into a bob, glasses and wears usual business attire. The blouse is filled out very nicely by large, supple breasts. Red lipstick makes her mouth pop.\n\n\"What'd you say?\", I ask her, flabbergasted.\n\n\"Would you like some tea, a cup of coffee or a blowjob?\", she replies matter of factly, still smiling at me.\n\n\"Are you serious about the BJ?\" She doesn't reply verbally, she just nods. \n\nI drive my hand through my hair, lean back int he comfortable leather chair and look up at her. What's going on?! Then again, a free BJ from a hot secretary...\n\n\"In that case, if you would...\" \n\nThe woman closes the distance between us and drops to her knees. I catch a waft of her perfume, it's sweet, heavy and alluring. I can feel her hand run up the leg of my suit pants, aiming straight for my crotch. My breath quickens and I gulp - Is this really happening!?\n\nI get the answer straight away, as she undoes my belt, opens the buttons and opens the fly. I'm wearing one of those old-fashioned boxer shorts with a button closing the front of the undergarment. With complete nonchalance, she opens the buttom, puts her hand on my dick (which makes me squirm) and pulls it out.\n\n\"My, what a nice thing you're packing!\" she looks up at me, I look down at her, nervously. \"Don't be so nervous. Sucking applicants off is one of my and my colleagues tasks, if they ask for it. We're a... different, company.\"\n\nWhile telling me that, she starts to move her hand on my member. It quickly gets hard, due to a mix of nervousness, arousal and just the absurdity of the situation. The secretary looks up again at me, looks eyes with me and peels my foreskin back. Before I can react, she shoves my prick into her mouth.\n\nIt's incredible. Warm and slick. She really knows how to use her tongue, too. it's like a soft pillow for the underside of my dick, massaging it carefully. And the way she sucks! Her cheeks cave in a bit and I can feel the side of my rod being rubbed against the soft membrane inside her mouth. I've received my fair share of fellatio, but never like this. Drool and precum run from the corners of her mouth, which she quickly catches with her hand and uses as lube to jerk me off while sucking. \n\nIt can't have been more than five, six minutes since our interaction even began, but I can feel the cum rising deep inside, wanting to get out. She notices me tensing up and begins to work even quicker. I hear her labored breath, can feel my mouth get dry when, bam, my mind clouds over and I can feel myself cumming.\n\nString after string of hot, sticky jizz pours into her mouth, all of which she dutifully swallows in three or four big gulps. Even after I've finished pumping my spunk into her throat, she still sucks, which, truth being told, hurts. Only when she realizes I'm done, she stops and puts my dick back in, closes my pants, stands up and says.\n\n\"It will be around ten more minutes, I'm afraid. Shall I do something else for you?\" \n\nStill foggy minded, I can't really answer for a moment.\n\n\"Now some coffee would be nice...\", I manage to lull out.\n\n\"Right away.\"\n\nThe secretary leaves the room and I, again, ask myself what the fuck just happened."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It Started out with a kiss, describe in great detail the inner thoughts and feelings of girl who kissed her best friend in an dare and is now discovering she may not be as straight as she thought. | [
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"content": " It was just a game. Nothing happened. Not really.\n\n I know that now as I sit in my bed, listening to early morning birdsong outside my window heralding the arrival of a brand new day. Like this room, that sound is a familiar comfort to me. One I have known all my life. One of many benchmarks I count on to keep my life moving forward. Ever onward, toward \"the Win\" as my parents are fond of saying. \n\n Go to college. Marry Richard. Birth and raise 2.5 children. Attend church service. Be a supportive wife, a loving mother, and a productive member of society.\n\n It's what my parents have always wanted for me. I want it too. Who wouldn't want such a perfect life?\n I know all of this. I do. \n\n Why then does my pulse jump to remember the taste of strawberry lip balm? The brush of soft, blonde curls against my cheek? The sensation of warmth, and light, and the endless, slow drift of a moment frozen in time? \n\n It was just supposed to be a game."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Satan accidentally sent an angel a dick pic. | [
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"content": "**Chapter 1.**\n\n\"It's a declaration of war!\" thundered the Archangel Michael, and slammed the ornate desk with the heel of his palm. His fury seemed to reverberate in the very walls of the pavillion. The crystal inkwells rattled, and the little smartphone resting in the middle of the desk bounced guiltily.\n\nEunike shrunk in her chair. An urge to apologise washed over her, but for what? She did not solicit the picture. She brought it to the attention of her superiors immediately, as embarrassing as it was. It wasn't her fault... was it?\n\n\"I am sorry this happened to you,\" said the Archangel Gabriel, his voice mellifluous and comforting. \"Truly, an unfortunate accident.\"\n\n\"Can I... can I erase it now?\" Eunike moved her hand a few inches toward the phone, but did not quite dare touch it. The familiar object, prettily encased in ivory inlaid with gold and decorated with a tiny sticker from an Earth cartoon, had taken on an alien, sinister quality.\n\n\"Yes,\" Gabriel allowed, glancing down, \"though it will not help, I'm afraid. I expect you must be seeing it every time you shut your eyes.\"\n\n\"There are no 'accidents' where Lucifer's concerned,\" Michael pressed on, his eyes fixed on some point in space in front of him. \"This is exactly his modus operandi: vulgarity and corruption. He would use our poor young sister as a carrier, to introduce the rot of sin all over Heaven. It's a shot across the bow, the beginning...\"\n\n\"You give him too much credit, brother,\" Gabriel shook his head. \"He does make mistakes, and plenty of them. He is not ready for the war, no more than we are. He was probably... oh, I don't know. Torturing some prude? Propositioning one of his succubi? Some trite business of Hell, anyway. And he misdialed. It does happen.\"\n\nMichael let out a low growl, and tugged on one of the gilded bracers that wrapped his muscular forearms. \"I am mustering the Host, all the same. Wargames. Just in case. And, Eunike, I am sorry, but there's no choice. You're going into quarantine.\"\n\n\"What!?\" Eunike surprised herself with how squeaky that came out. \"But... I'm due back on Earth! I haven't finished...\"\n\n\"I am going to assign a new guardian angel to watch over your ward as soon as we are done here,\" Gabriel interrupted. \"You were doing great work, and please believe me, this is not a punishment. But it is necessary. You are staying in Heaven, and you're not to leave your quarters or talk to anyone but the archangels, until it's out of your system.\"\n\n\"Until what is out of my system?\"\n\nThe Archangel Gabriel fixed her with his bright, pellucid eyes, and deep at the boundaries of her consciousness she did feel something odd. Something new.\n\n\"You are as a carnal being now, Eunike. Lust is to be counted among your burdens. In time, the impure memory and the desire will recede, but for the moment... do what you must to endure. Alone.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A future where women wearing clothes is against the law. The exception is that they are allowed to wear shirts belonging to the men they’ve slept with. | [
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"content": "Emma was sitting in the lounge area of the university's chemistry building, trying to go over some organic reactions for the next lecture of her first-year course. She was feeling distracted. Her legs were crossed and pressed together tightly, which made it tricky to balance the heavy textbook on a bare thigh. Also, whenever she glanced down at the text, there were her own bare breasts at the bottom of the field of vision.\n\nShe wasn't yet completely used to being affected by the nudity laws. She had turned eighteen two months ago, and she put off getting her maturity mark for a couple of weeks, until the visit of the inspector from the census office. He was very understanding, and even waived the fine, but she had to strip there and then, and sit patiently at her kitchen table while he tattooed her with the little black heart in the middle of her forehead. Her closet was emptied, and its contents confiscated. And that was that.\n\nSince then, it felt like one extended walk of shame. People who had never seen you naked would get their first eyefuls. Endless knowing smiles, comments and jokes. She would never forget the first time she went out naked to the corner store. Jovial old Mr Singh behind the counter congratulated her loudly the moment she walked in, and of course drew all the attention to her. And she had to switch from pads to the tampons she'd never liked. It was one thing after another.\n\nWhatever. She'd find some guy soon enough. She was putting that off for too long, too.\n\nShe heard noise and voices. A bunch of students were filing out of the lecture hall, and she checked the crowd for anyone she knew. She spotted Madison, a girl she met a few times in the labs. They got along well.\n\n\"Mads! Mads!\" she waved rapidly. Madison spotted her and broke off from the crowd.\n\n\"Hey, Emma.\" she sat down beside her, sprawling on the lounge couch. \"Goddd, that was boring.\"\n\n\"What was it?\" Emma glanced at Madison's open legs, and felt envious of the other young woman's relaxed attitude.\n\n\"Organic. I don't remember a single thing, I'll just have to read the notes.\"\n\n\"Heyyy, wait a minute!\" Emma noticed something. \"Whose shirt is that?\"\n\nMadison was wearing a cream-coloured button-up shirt, very different from the black thing with the metal band logo that Emma saw her in the first few times. \n\n\"It's Gerard's,\" she smiled and jiggled her shoulders. \"Yeah, we did it last night.\"\n\n\"Ohhh.\" Emma grinned. \"So what happened to the other guy? I don't think I've ever met him?\"\n\n\"Tommo? We still talk, but like, it was never a serious thing?\" Madison adjusted the shirt's collar. \"So I've got three shirts total now. Oh! Did you read about the statute of limitations?\"\n\n\"No?\" Emma closed her textbook.\n\n\"So apparently they're making it so you had to sleep with a guy in the past year to keep the shirt. No more slut closets.\" \n\n\"I mean, there are still going to be slut closets, just for more active sluts.\" Emma laughed, and Madison giggled with her.\n\n\"It's kind of sad, though, cause like. It's a nice souvenir from a good relationship. You look at the shirt, you remember the good times...\"\n\n\"I still need a shirt in the first place,\" Emma said.\n\n\"Well, get busy. Busy-busy. Work that coochie!\" Madison elbowed Emma. \"Oh my god, speaking of. You know Sirra? You know what she did?\"\n\n\"I literally don't know anyone.\" Emma shook her head. \"I know like. You. Gerard. Michelle. Fu-Su. I've talked to the Russian girl, Irina? I think that's her name.\"\n\n\"Okay, so, she went down to the office with I think twenty guys.\" Madison was excited to tell the tale. \"Gerard told me, he was part of it. It was before we slept together. And she literally staged a gangbang right there. Bent over with her ass to the clerk and took them all one after the other. And she tied the shirts together into this weird dress like thing that she's wearing now.\"\n\n\"Wow. And I just need one,\" Emma laughed, a little uneasily.\n\n\"Well listen, I got to go but like. Take your time. Whatever. Nobody cares.\" Madison gathered up her textbook. \"So many tits on display no one's looking at yours.\"\n\n\"Yeah...\" Emma said, unconvinced. She crossed her legs the other way. \"Later!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A bound angel experiences her first orgasm by a demon who considers her pleasure before his own. | [
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"content": "The angel wandered into the club, creaking the door open as the sound of loud, obnoxious music filled her ears and utter depravity came into her sights. Human woman shamed their nude bodies around a pole elevated on a stage, with men and women who admired her throwing slips of paper at her. She wondered if the incubus intentionally chose this lecherous meeting place to put her on edge from the very beginning.\n\nGiven that their kingdoms were extremely far from each other and strictly forbidden from either one's inhabitants entering one another, meeting at a location on the mortal plane was the only option. Though some places on this neutral soil did feel closer to one afterlife or the other...\n\nEventually, one of the barkeeps noticed the beautiful blond, looking around aimlessly as she wandered barefooted in the strip club. He called over to his boss, to tell her that the girl he had been waiting for finally arrived.\n\nShe jumped when a hand touched her shoulder, an awfully warm hand that massaged the angel's shoulder for a moment. Though it was a human's form, the energy that the being gave off... it was certainly the demon.\n\n\"Howdy Esme. Like the place?\" He greeted, with a mischievous smile.\n\n\"It completely depraves the female body.\" She replied, glancing over to the twerking dancer who brought many pairs of eyes upon her.\n\n\"Ah, so you love it. Let's get going, shall we?\" He began to lead the angel to one of the club's private rooms, giving signals to his staff along the way to remind them that they were not to be disturbed.\n\nThe room itself was quite plain. A bed laid in the middle of it, and besides some lost lingerie and suspicious stains sprawled around the room, that was about it. \n\n\"Lie down on the bed. Although I must ask... are those chains of yours, voluntary?\"\n\nHe was referring to the angel's restriction for coming down to the mortal plane. Her wings had been chained together behind her back, as it was not in her privilege to fly among the humans. And the shackles around her hands and legs, still allowed for most mobility given the length of the chain between each pair of limbs, but it still gave the feeling of restraint, just as intended.\n\nEsme laid her entire body onto the soft surface as she answered his question. \"It's my master's restriction. Do you not have one, Ranes?\"\n\nHe ignored the question the angel asked. \"If the chains are controlled by your master, then I may be getting a title upgrade tonight.\"\n\nSuddenly, the demon's magic shot out at the chains, splitting each length into two. They stood in the air for a moment, before each end was suddenly attracted to one of the four bedposts, attaching itself to the one closest to itself. Esme realized that her limbs were still attached by shackle to each one, and her struggles as her arms and legs brought herself into a spread-eagle position confirmed that the restraints were as sturdy as ever.\n\n\"Now then,\" Ranes began, as he climbed onto the bed, holding himself over the bound angel, \"shall we?\"\n\nThe angel nodded, her breathing heavy yet ready. His hands pulled away at the white robe, and with little resistance they revealed the angel's bosom, divine as the demon expected. He massaged the perky bosom in his hands, taking each soft blessing of a grope for the small pleasure it could give him, but the angel looked as if she was already drowning in bliss. \n\nPerhaps they were particularly sensitive for the angel. He focused his efforts towards the stiff nipples that Esme presented, teasing each one in between his thumb and fingers. She let out a gasp as the assault began, which Ranes correctly took as encouragement to continue with it.\n\nHis finger slipped, and the demon accidentally pinched the angel hard instead of teasing like he intended. He was almost ready to apologize, when-\n\n\"Ooh...\" The angel let out, as the shocks of the pinch reverberated through her body, shaking for a moment. Did she...\n\nHe pinched again, this time with full intention. The same, satisfied moan escaped the red lips of the angel, confirmation that the angel enjoyed it. How very... interesting. He brought his mouth down, alternating between sucking and teasing the heavenly breasts with his tongue, and giving a quick nibble upon the angel's nipple, the pain of which was quickly replaced with the healing brush of his tongue once more. The combination brought the angel to new heights.\n\nShe hadn't experienced pleasure like this before. The demon was only concerned with her satisfaction, for some reason, and was doing an awfully good job of it. Esme had agreed to this out of curiosity, and even if it be a sin, it was well worth it. She could ask for forgiveness later, but now was the time to indulge.\n\nRanes was skilled at multitasking, particularly when it came to a woman's body. His right hand slithered down from the angelic chest to caress her inner thigh, slowly working the dress open in the process. He gave no warning when his hand began to invade the insides of Esme, his experienced fingers finding their way to the wanting clitoris of the angel. He circled around it, teasing, and the desperate moans that Esme let out confirmed that she was just about ready for it. Ranes maintained a circular motion as he rubbed it, a rhythm that slowly picked up in speed as her cries grew louder, more wanting, just... about... ready-\n\nOne final scream, and his fingers became soaked. They slowly retreated from her body, their work finished, satisfied as the angel's heavy, lustful breaths filled the ears of the demon. She shook, the rattling of the chains that held her down signifying so, as she tried to recoup herself for more. Esme, was gifted the pleasure of her life, but the demon, simply had the satisfaction of a job well done.\n\nAnd with a job well done, it was about time to leave. He got up, turning towards the door when-\n\n\"Wait...\" The angel got out in between breaths. \"What... about... you?\"\n\n\"Me?\" The demon asked.\n\n\"Yes... you didn't get... any real pleasure, did you? What do you get out of this?\"\n\nA frown came over the demon's face. \"You're \"cursed\" with these chains when you walk on the mortal's plane, right?\"\n\n\"Yes... do you..?\"\n\n\"Demons have a different sort of prison. We're only allowed to come in Hell. Not here. And the only things down there are ugly as shit, or a succubus, either of which ain't good for the soul. Any sort of pleasure, like you're suggesting, would just be torture for me.\"\n\n\"I-I see... Then why'd you do this? Why'd you say yes to my request, if it would mean nothing at all to you?\"\n\n\"...Heh. Felt generous, I guess. Tis the season, and all.\"\n\n\"W-Wait!\" She stopped the demon from leaving once again. \"Ar-are you sure that I... I couldn't help?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] After a night with her master, a padawan realizes that consuming the semen of someone strong in the Force can raise your own midichlorian count. | [
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"content": "Avvin startled awake. Mid-morning sunlight was already pouring through the thin curtains that hung over the tiny room's windows. She squinted and moaned groggily as she turned on her side, away from the painful light. Her Jedi mentor, Master Regor, still lay at her side. His bare chest rose and fell with his soft snores. It certainly wasn't like Master Regor to sleep this late, but last night was anything but normal for the young Padawan nor her Master.\n\nSilently, Avvin slipped out from under the covers, careful not to wake Regor, and stepped out of the room into the little living area. She followed the trail of clothes leading from his bedroom over to the couch, picking up each of her own garments. First, slipping on her pants, followed by a pair of boots, and finally her loose fitting tunic.\n\nThe bottle of grog that had started this whole mess lay on it's side near the couch, it's final drops spilled on the floor. Avvin bent over with considerable nausea growing in her stomach as she smelled what remained of the alcohol.\n\nThis wouldn't do. Master Regor would be furious enough waking up with the memories of last night, and the mess in their shared quarters would only make him more cross. Despite the pain throbbing in her temples, Avvin threw open the curtains to the jungle's heat and began straitening the room. She started to feel better quickly as she worked. She neatly folded and laid Regor's clothes on the couch, and remember how it felt ripping his pants down, how he had tasted in her mouth. She paused, biting her lip softly and smiling, feeling the haziness of the hangover melt away from her mind.\n\nMeditation would not be easy with this headache, but Avvin would be damned if she let her own bad decisions from the night before get in the way of her training. No one would argue she was the strongest Padawan, but Avvin knew she was the most determined.\n\nSitting cross legged on the floor, Avvin drew large, slow breaths. She let her heavy eyelids close and reached out with the Force. Past the headache, past the drowsiness, past the dehydration. Surprisingly, a calm washed over Avvin much quicker and much deeper than she had ever experienced before. She saw stars and planets flying by. She heard much louder and clearer than ever before the voices of countless Jedi who had come before her. Electricity raced through her whole body. Avvin felt a wide grin spread across her face and she dropped into a state of deep meditation that her and her Master had been working to get her in for months, and this morning it came so easily! She felt more raw power of the Force than she had ever experienced. It was as if she could wrap her hands around it, weave it between her fingers and use it to lift whole planets. It was just as intoxicating as the grog from the previous night.\n\nAvvin slowly opened her eyes to find Master Regor sitting at the window, looking out aimlessly with a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. A second one sat on the table next to where she sat on the floor. \"I didn't want to disturb your meditation...\" Regor said without looking back at her.\n\n\"Master Regor...\" Avvin paused. She watched her master closely. How would he react to last night? How should she? He sat still as a statue. Avvin grabbed the cup taking a sip, \"Th...thank you. It helps dull the pain,\" Although, after meditating, Avvin no longer felt any effects of the grog still gripping her. In fact, she felt more aware and alert than ever. She felt the Force flowing through her like never before.\n\n\"A remedy blend I learned when I was in the Academy,\" Master Regor continued, \"I didn't think I would need it again.\" He turned to Avvin, searching for specific words, \"Avvin, you must understand I failed you last night.\" Avvin was shocked, never had her gruff Master admitted any fault of his own in her training. \"My mind and my conscience were dulled by liquor that was clearly much stronger than advertised, not that that should be an excuse for my actions. I took advantage of my position as your teacher and put your training in jeopardy. I'll arrange a transport back to Coruscant, we can go separately if you prefer. You can continue your training with another Master.\"\n\nAvvin went slack jawed, \"No... no, Master Regor. I have to share just as much blame as you. I'm pretty sure I started kissing you...\"\n\nRegor put up a hand to stop her, \"No matter, I should have stopped it.\" He stood and walked past her to start packing up the dishware scatted in the cozy kitchenette.\n\n\"Are you ashamed to have slept with me?\" Avvin accused.\n\n\"Of course not,\" Regor responded wearily.\n\n\"Then why give up on my training?\" Avvin joined Regor at the counter and put a firm hand on his wrist, stopping him from continuing. \"We've gotten so far. You know how bad I want to be a Jedi. If you give up, I'll be set back months, maybe years.\" She looked up at her Master. With his face covered in grey stubble and tired lines under his eyes, he wasn't particularly handsome at the moment, but beyond that, Avvin began to see what had drawn her to him last night. The strength behind his face.\n\nRegor sighed heavily and put down the dishware in his hands. He turned to Avvin, \"You're the most strong willed student I've had. There is no doubt for me how vehemently you wish to be a Jedi, but you training with another Master is not what has set you back. It's that you let your emotions control you last night. I did as well, which is why I am so sorry.\"\n\nAvvin felt a flash of hot emotions come to an abrupt boil in her chest. She reached out with her mind and scattered the pile of dishes across the room with a clatter as they broke into pieces. She turned and stormed out the front door leaving Regor standing alone.\n\nIt wasn't fair. Avvin had finally had a breakthrough in her training while meditating this morning. She felt as though a whole new level of power was at her fingertips, and it would all be put on hold. What could Master Regor be thinking? She stood at the railing of their little cottage and fiddled with the device in her pocket, a device meant for checking midi-chlorians in the blood. With her new feeling of control of the Force this morning, Avvin was curious. She pulled it out and gave her finger a little prick.\n\nQuickly, it spit out a number so high Avvin doubted it and tried again. Again, she got the same result: A level of Force sensitive life within her higher than she'd ever experienced. It made sense, the way she was feeling. But how? Was it possible last night with Master Regor had some affect on her? She licked her lips remembering the energized feeling throughout her body as he had climaxed in her mouth. Surely a ridiculous thought, but Avvin just couldn't shake it.\n\nConvinced now that Master Regor give her more power than she ever had, and could strengthen it ever more, she turned back inside with a conviction to make him keep her as his apprentice.\n\n\"Avvin,\" Regor began as she returned.\n\n\"No, Master, let me go first. I'm sorry I lashed out. You know I'm always working on doing better at checking my emotions. I just feel like I am so *close* to a breakthrough with my training. I need this more than anything. You've been the tough, strict, hard-ass I need to help me. Please Master Regor, I need you to be my Master.\" Avvin searched his eyes for a response, but he stayed silent, concealing his true thoughts. She tried a different approach, \"And what of our mission? We have been tracking the Sith Lord for months. We *know* she is here on Akiva. If we leave, she'll escape.\" She stopped just short of reaching out with her mind to try to push him towards the decision to stay. It would be far too foolish. He would notice if she attempted.\n\nMaster Regor sighed heavily. Avvin could see the weight of the decision he was making on his broad shoulders. \"Avvin,\" he began with a deliberate tone, \"you are right.\" She couldn't help but grin, but it faded as he continued. \"You need a Master who is strict enough to curb your rash and volatile nature. I am an aging Jedi, and I don't know if I am the right man for the job anymore. I clearly have grown weak willed in my days.\"\n\n\"Master,\" Avvin grabbed Regor's large hands in her own petite ones, \"you've still got it in you. I'm sure of it! One night can't ruin years of training can it? Last night means nothing to me. Yeah it was a fun time, but I know that I'm your apprentice and your're my Master. Don't you want to see me be awarded the rank of Jedi Knight as *your* student? I want you to be the one there with me at the ceremony. I know what a pain in the ass I can be as a student, and last night, I guess, was the culmination of that, but I *feel* great right now. I don't want to stop training, I want to speed forward! Can't you feel how close I am to making it?\" Looking up at him, Regor's eyes did look tired. He thought for a long time before speaking again.\n\n\"This is against my better judgment, but fine.\" Avvin stifled an excited giggle. \"You still have much to learn though,\" he said turning and picking up the broken pieces of plates, \"You're not as close to becoming a Jedi Knight as you seem to think, Padawan. You should double your meditation exercises today and really reflect on what made you act how you did last night. I know that I must do the same. Go on, get to it.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Master Regor!\" It was good to hear Master Regor's stern demeanor return. He was the counterweight Avvin knew she needed to her own overly exuberant tendencies. \"Thank you. I promise I won't let you down!\" With a pep in her step, Avvin headed to her favorite grove in the jungle to meditate. She was relieved that she had convinced Master Regor to continue training her. Now she just needed to find a way to get in the same position they shared last night. That would pose much more challenging.\n\n***\nThis was a fun prompt and I plan on continuing with the story, so feel free to check back in a bit!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] A new sushi restaurant using sexy girls as plates opens downtown, and as the health inspector you have to make sure everything's up to code | [
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"content": "People think my job is going into an establishment and checking if I see rats. They think that if I don’t, then I give my approval to the owners and leave. I can assure you. This is *not* the case.\n\nI arrived at Tokyota ten minutes early. I cupped my hands to the sides of my face and peered into the window. I liked to see if there was any last minute scurrying going on in the restaurants I inspected shortly before my arrival. I could see multiple scantily clad women standing shoulder to shoulder in a row being assessed by what I assumed was the or an owner. The owner was a very beautiful woman in her mid-forties in a tight knee-length black dress. Her hair was immaculately tied into a bun and she was wearing one white glove, slowly going from woman to woman picking off flecks of dust or lint from their lingerie. \n\nThis would be my 631st restaurant inspection in fourteen years and I have loved every single one of my inspections. I am meticulous at what I do...and I do it extremely well. I have shut restaurants down and I have given restaurants advice to become cleaner and healthier. I enjoy interacting with owners, whether they know their stuff or not. If they don’t meet my requirements, then I offer to coach and help them if they are willing to learn. If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is people who are not willing to learn.\n\nMy job consists of checking the cooking, holding and storage temperatures of all foods. These include meat, poultry, seafood and ready made food products. The temperatures must be in accordance to the codes stipulated by law. I will also ask to see records to assure that restaurants don’t just put knee-jerk standards in place when the inspector comes around.\n\nToday’s establishment would be somewhat of a first for me though. Tokyota had recently opened and they use live models as dinnerware. This meant that I had to inspect the live models - something I had never done before but also something I was looking forward to. I pushed the door to enter and heard the bell ring.\n\nThe owner spun around and nodded as she saw me. “Good morning Mr. Lam. Thank you for making the time to come and inspect Tokyota,” she said as she shook my hand. I was taken aback by the friendliness and charm she displayed. Usually the owners are nervous and intimidated by my presence. \n\n“Thank you for having me, Mrs. Sato. You have a very nice looking place here. Are you the sole owner of Tokyota?”\n\n“Yes. My husband passed away last year, just after we had bought this space.”\n\n“I am very sorry to hear that. I’m sure he would be proud of what you have done with the place,” I added. I wasn’t sure if I had overstepped a boundary with that last remark, but Mrs. Sato smiled and put her hand on my shoulder as she gestured towards the kitchen doors.\n\n“Would you like to start with the kitchen, Mr. Lam?”\n\n“Yes, I think that would be in order. After you please.”\n\nHer touch was soft and welcoming. Her appearance was as immaculate as I had observed from outside. Her black dress clung to her body as her hips swayed from side to side, her well-toned butt suggested many hours in the gym or extremely good genes. Her chest was mid-sized from what I could tell, as she showed just a hint of cleavage under a golden necklace. \n\nI did my checks on the kitchen and the storage, the food preparation and hygiene standards. Her staff were very well trained and exceptionally friendly. I was impressed. As I finished the last of the checks on the records, I noticed it was already three o’clock. Five hours had gone by in a flash, which is what happens when you’re doing something you enjoy. The restaurant would open in three hours, barring any huge flaws in the last part of the inspection.\n\nThere was a knock on the door and I looked up. “Everything in order, Mr. Lam?”\n\n“Yes. I will need another half an hour here before I take a look at your…,” I paused, not quite finding the right word, “...dinner-staff.”\n\n“Very well. I will get them ready.”\n\n“Where have they been all this time? Were you not checking them in the morning?” I asked.\n\n“They have been in the staff lounge. We take preparation and staff happiness very seriously here.” She smiled and walked out of the room. \n\nI finished up my inspection of the records and headed into the restaurant area. The curtains had been drawn now, so that no peeping toms could get an eyeful of the interior of the restaurant, or the exterior of the dinnerware. The women were standing in a straight line again, shoulder to shoulder with barely any movement being made. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it was a bit creepy. Suddenly Mrs. Sato appeared and addressed her staff. Her tone was firm, but friendly.\n\n“This is Mr. Lam, the health inspector. He will be inspecting your bodies to see if there are any health code violations. Please remove your clothing.”\n\nBefore I could say anything, the eight women undid their tops and slid their panties down to the ground and laid them in a perfect pile behind them. I wasn’t even totally sure that I had to inspect these women in the buff.\n“Mr. Lam will be cupping your breasts, closely looking at your genital area, inspecting it and also other parts of your body, if he deems it necessary. Do you all agree to this?” Mrs. Sato stood in front of them and looked at them. Her staff smiled back and nodded their heads ever so slightly. They seemed totally unashamed, which is not at all how I was feeling. I hadn’t known that I would be doing this sort of inspection today, but Mrs. Sato was so clear and assured that I assumed she had done this sort of thing before. I am a health inspector for restaurants, not people!\n\nMrs. Sato turned to me and handed me a pair of black latex gloves. I put them on as I slowly walked towards the woman at one end and stood in front of her. She smiled at me with a silent confidence I hadn’t encountered before. All I hoped was that the people present couldn’t tell how unsure I was. I wouldn’t want that to be the gossip about me that was spread around the restaurant and kitchen staff in this city. I decided to go for it.\n\nI cupped one of her breasts and released it again quickly, trying to judge how she felt about it. She continued smiling and showed no signs of being unnerved or in any way uncomfortable. I knelt down and found myself at exactly the height of her vagina. She was exceptionally well maintained, completely shaven without even a hint of stubble.\n\n“And?,” Mrs. Sato interrupted. \n\nI turned my head towards her and almost toppled over into the model. “Perf...very well maintained,” I managed to squeeze out. As I stood up, I could feel my underwear getting tighter. I stood straight and tensed my quad muscles, hoping that the blood would divert away from my penis.\n\n“Will you have to check the interior?,” Mrs. Sato said.\n\n“No, that won’t be necessary,” I replied, trying to sound competent.\n\n“Tomo, you may go.” Tomo picked up her clothing and strode out of the room, in no hurry at all.\n\nI did my inspection of the next six models in much the same fashion, occasionally staying knelt down a bit longer in hopes of adjusting myself.\n\nWhen there were only three people left in the room, Mrs. Sato spoke again.\n\n“Airi has been with us for four days only. Please make sure she is in order.”\n\nI turned my head to look at Mrs. Sato and detected a slight mischievous smile on her face as she stared straight into Airi’s eyes. When I looked at Airi, I could tell she had wiped a similar smile off of her face and was now gently smiling at me. I was shocked for a moment, but also wanted to get this over with.\n\nAiri had the second-largest breasts of all the women there. They hung quite low on her chest, because of how big they were. I cupped both her breasts and squeezed. She flinched and smiled. I let go immediately and apologised.\n\n“No problem, Mr. Lam. This is new for me,” Airi said as she smiled and dropped her eyes to the floor. She had been the first of the eight women to speak and it rattled me. \n\n“I am so very sorry. Shall we end the inspection? Everything seems to be in order.”\n\n“No please, continue. It is no problem at all,” Airi assured me.\n\n I knelt down, quickly looking over at Mrs. Sato who stood unmoved, and continued the inspection. As with the seven women before her, she kept the area around her vagina immaculately tidy.\n\n“Could you please check inside, Mr. Lam? I want to make sure that I meet all requirements,” Airi said. “It would mean a lot to me.”\n\nI glanced up at her and inserted my latex-covered finger inside her. She closed her eyes and inhaled.\n\n“All...yup...good...here,” was all I could manage as I withdrew my finger. She had been extremely wet and my finger showed it.\n\nI stood up and regretted it immediately. My cock was pushing at my pants and I was sure both of them had noticed.\n\n“Thank you Airi, you may go.”\n\nAs Airi bent over to pick up her lingerie from the floor, her heavy breasts hung freely from her chest and swung back and forth. It was a gorgeous sight and one that didn’t help my problem. With all that had just happened, I couldn’t help myself and walked forwards to cup her breasts one more time. Lifting each breast in that state, feeling the full weight and seeing them spill over my hands as I held them, I had to just let out a “Wow.”\n\nAiri giggled, stood back up straight and gave me a peck on the cheek before winking and striding off. I was now at full mast.\n\nMrs. Sato walked around me with one finger drawing a line across the top of my back.\n\n“It looks like you enjoyed yourself, Mr. Lam. Now you will inspect me.”\n\n---\n\nEdit: I would definitely like some feedback and you can let me know if you want me to continue. Thanks for reading!"
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"content": "The capital surrendered the previous evening. At last, I stood on the ramparts of Kaifeng, with all twenty-three provinces of the great Song empire under my heel.\n\nThe city and the nearby countryside were silent, save for the sibilant dirge of cicadas, seemingly mourning the countless dead. I needed little sleep these days, and quiet solitude had been a scarce luxury through my years of war. My personal bodyguard lined up behind me did not count against my peace of mind. Though lavishly armoured, they were mute and fleshless, their bare bones strengthened by the inlay of enchanted alloys.\n\nI stared out at the distant fires across Jinming Lake, reflecting on the journey so far. It had begun so very humbly, all those years ago, when a weak, sickly boy was allowed to rifle through an old man's library in exchange for petty errands and the daily delivery of rice cakes and ale. The boy had been a voracious reader, and not content with his lot in life; the old man had once been a great sage, but age made him forgetful and indifferent. The old man did not bother hiding the scrolls of dark Tao from the boy, and that boy did not fear their power; he wanted to know more, so much more...\n\nI glanced down at my pale forearm, thick and powerful, roped with blackened veins. The boy grew into a man very unlike himself. And now, that man would be Emperor.\n\nI searched my heart for joy and satisfaction. I found only echoes of these things. My feelings had been hidden under a thick winter shroud for a long time now. It was part of the price one paid.\n\nOut of the corner of my eye, I saw two familiar figures approaching along the rampart on my right. They stopped to bow in obeisance as soon as they saw me look their way, then resumed their approach. They were my Phoenix General, Li Ruzhai, and my Chief Minister, Xie Guoliang.\n\n\"Bixia...\" they began in unison, and it did not please me.\n\n\"I am not Emperor yet,\" I cut them off. \"We will observe the rituals.\"\n\n\"A thousand apologies, Shang-wangye,\" said Xie. Li simply stared at his boots.\n\n\"Do you bring counsel, gentlemen?\" I inquired. \"Either way, I invite you to join me in contemplation of our victory.\"\n\n\"We bring you a gift, wangye.\" Xie smiled obsequiously. The Chief Minister may have looked like a village sandal-mender, with his ill-kempt little beard and wispy hair ringing a bald pate, but he was a sly and useful advisor. His subterfuge had pitted the mountain horselords against the river clans and bought us time to build up our forces. He masterminded assassinations and intrigue that threw ancient families into chaos. He even designed novel siege equipment.\n\n\"Truly?\" I canted my head. \"And what is that gift?\"\n\n\"It is an exquisite surprise, wangye.\" Xie brought his hands together. \"A worthy celebration of your triumph awaits you in the Red Room of the Imperial Palace.\"\n\nThe harem? Something about this did not sit right with me.\n\n\"I dislike surprises,\" I said. \"Out with it.\"\n\nXie and Li shared a look. Then, Li spoke up.\n\n\"Lady Finna has been captured, Shang-wangye.\""
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"content": "“Hi, Sarah. I’m Faquarl... please don’t be alarmed. I’m a deity, you’ve kind of been praying to me? Ring any bells?”\n\nSarah just sat there. Mouth open. Hand down her panties. Dumbfounded. The summoning spell had worked. 6 months in the making and preparing everything and here was her deity. \n\nShe slowly withdrew her hand from her knickers and just looked at him (her? It?)\n\nAs if reading her mind, Faquarl said “I don’t really have a gender, but I’ve taken the form of a girl to make it easier, ok?” And she transformed into a beautiful looking red haired girl with ample tits and gorgeous green eyes. \n\n“So, you want to be gang-banged, right?” Faquarl asked and Sarah just nodded slowly. \n\n“Speak up. I’ve dealt with much kinkier shit than you, literally. The last guy wanted girls to shit in his mouth. I did it, but it made me feel uncomfortable!”\n\nSarah seemed to come out if her trance a bit, she wrinkled her nose at the thought of it. \n\n“Yeah I know. But, fetish is as fetish does!” Faquarl smiled. A kind smile that made Sarah feel safe. \n\n“So, lay it on me. What’s the deal?” She asked Sarah\n\nSarah was 18. Didn’t have many friends but was cute. She was cute in a Velma from Scooby-doo kind of way. Glasses, black hair in a bob. But if she worked at it, dressed nicely etc... she’d be a knockout. \n\n“I want... to... erm... be, well...” she stammered and Faquarl grinned\n\n“Come on, come on. You’re in safe hands!” She said frankly, “what’s the plan you dirty little minx!”\n\nSarah grinned and said “I want to be gang-banged, by at least 5 guys, fucked in every hole and used like a bit of meat. I want it rough. Like, really rough. Choke me, spit in my face, call me names. No safewords. I’m theirs entirely.” She flushed \n\nFaquarl smiled. “Great choice!” She said, and she clicked her fingers. In walked 6 guys of mixed ages, races and looks. They were all focussed on Sarah. They couldn’t see Faquarl at all. \n\nThey grabbed her forcefully, pulling at her clothes. “Hold still you dumb cunt!” One of them screamed at her as he tore away her pink panties. \n\nSarah hadn’t expected it to be now. Here. Right now. She was taken aback and began to fight a little. The guys held her down and we’re releasing their cocks. All of them big (of course!) and before she could do anything, there was a big black cock pushing into her mouth. \n\nFaquarl was speaking but only Sarah could hear. “Don’t fight it you slut. This is what you wanted!”\n\nSarah was scared, but exhilarated. This was her deepest fantasy. She never really thought it would come true. \n\nHands were pawing at her, docks being put into her hands as he arse was spread and spat on. Fat fingers explored her cunt and arse. A hand grabbed her throat and she heard a guy tell his buddy they were going to fuck this cunt. \n\nOne cock glided into her pussy. She was wet, but it took effort to stuff it in. She had cocks everywhere, before she knew it another cock was invading her arse. She was being spanked repeatedly, her tits being slapped and the grip on her throat was tight. \n\nShe lost count of how many times the guys swapped places. She sucked every one of them at least twice. She’d cum several times, each time to their cheers and laughter and what a worthless who’re she was. \n\nWhen the final guy dropped his hot spunky load into her bowels, she was released. Each guy spat on her as they left and she just laid there, quietly sobbing in both disgust at herself and sheer ecstasy. \n\n“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Said a voice. Faquarl was approaching. Her female form now completely naked. Her hairless pussy looking red and puffy. \n\n“Now you pay the price. Faquarl needs your mouth!” And she pushed Sarah back, lowering her dripping, grooly cunt onto her face."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sex with a slime girl was a whole new experience for her, much less being dommed by one. But as she squirms in the gooey embrace of slime, left speechless by the filling thrusts of “tentacles”, she admits one thing; she fucking loves slime girls. | [
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"content": "There are certain things you are expected to do in university. Get it out of your system while you are in that sweet spot of adult privileges but not quite adult responsibilities like a full time job. One of those things is to of course experiment sexually. There isn't really ever going to be a better time for it after all. Thousands and thousands of horny young adults in a small area, drink and drugs easily procured and plenty of stress to work out of the system. \n\nGrace had a different set of expectations to live up to however. She grew up inland, away from any major body of water. That part of the country had certain prejudices. They liked their sentients solid, like God intended them to be. They didn't mind the minotaurs, kitsunes, nekos and centaurs. They thought gorgons were part of the plan and even the merpeople seemed like something they could wrap their heads around. Slime girls though? There was something unnatural about them, surely. A race with no males? Who can slither and slip and sluice whichever which way they choose? That can't be natural. \n\nGrace picked a university on the coast in spite of the chance of having to deal with those slimes. She was expected to stay well clear of them though. So how did she end up pinned to this bed with a thick tentacle in each hole, her fourth orgasm rocking through her and making the slime girl on top of her ripple with each jerk of Grace's body? \n\nIt turned out to be somewhat impossible to avoid slime girls. Grace's study group tutor was one. Slime girls turned darker and more opaque as they aged. The students who happened to be slimes were almost transparent, you could wave to another human through one. The tutor, Jackie she introduced herself as, was almost solid purple. Sometimes if the sun was bright enough it would shine through the thinner strands of \"hair\" or her finger tips. \n\nHer face still looked as girlish as her younger counterparts of course. It was just a lure, like fish on a line. Her button nose, the narrow hips, her impossibly-perky-for-their-size breasts. Everyone from the inland knew that slime girls were dirty seducers to the last, stealing men away from their wives. \n\nGrace couldn't believe such a creature was permitted to teach. She requested a different tutor right away but all she got was a lecture on tolerance. Worse was that Jackie heard about it and kept Grace back one day. \n\n\"I know that growing up inland doesn't give you many opportunities to interact with my kind, Grace. So I am not upset. I am just going to say that college is a great time to open your mind to new ideas and encourage you to take full advantage of that. With your background, I am the perfect tutor for you.\" \n\n\"What a bitch!\" Grace had thought. So she committed herself to at least keeping a very close eye on her tutor. She was bound to try and seduce one of the boys in her study group and when she did Grace would be there. She'd show everyone that she was right. \n\nThat didn't go entirely to plan. \n\nBack in the present, Jackie pulled tentacles out of Grace's mouth and they contracted back down to fingers again with which she brushed back her new sub's hair. Globules of slime that had detached from the main organism dotted around the human girl's skin. Even with her mouth freed though, Grace was still speechless, all she could do was pant while down below Jackie kept pulsating deep inside her. \n\n\"Told you I don't seduce boys.\" Said Jackie. \n\nNot once did Grace catch her doing anything untoward, Jackie caught her plenty of times. She was slippery. Grace would be watching her office from some bushes, look away for just a minute and Jackie would be reforming from a pool of slime right next to her with a infuriatingly friendly smile and a \"How's the spying going, Grace?\" She'd follow her around town and Jackie would suddenly turn, wink and then flow into a nearby drain. It had all came to a head when she'd followed her tutor all the way home. She sat low in her car, determined to keep up her watch when suddenly a torrent of purple liquid flowed in through the air vents and an uncommonly stern faced Jackie appeared in her seat. \"Come inside, Grace. We need to talk about your behaviour.\" \n\nFirst came the lecture. Jackie could easily get Grace expelled, this stalking could even be a police matter. Grace had started to tear up. Then there were warm hands on her shoulders. A plea to be honest, why was she so dogged about this? Then the impulsive kiss, the clumsy groping. It wasn't like Grace had imagined, she couldn't just squeeze what she wanted. Too hard and her fingers just passed through. It made Jackie shiver though. She made Grace keep running her fingers through her, from head to toe. Then she said she'd repay the favour. \n\n\"What a stereotype!\" Jackie thought. \"The ignorant inlander girl with a secret fantasy.\" \n\nShe was happy to broaden her students' horizons anyway she could. \n\nGrace finally got her senses back even after a lot of deep breaths even as Jackie licked up bits of herself from Grace. She has to admit it, she fucking loves slime girls now. \n\n\"Can we go again?\" Moans Grace. \n\n\"It's almost time for our study group.\" Giggles Jackie. \"But that doesn't mean the fun needs to end. You ever heard of wearing?\" \n\nGrace shook her head. \n\n\"You'll love it, don't worry. I'll mark you as present, since you will be.\" \n\nJackie flipped the girl over and pressed herself against Grace, her body slowly spreading over her new sub's like cream. Grace wriggled in mild panic as her tutor's face enveloped her own and her oxygen was temporarily cut off. It wasn't long before she could breath again as Jackie left a small opening in her own mouth for Grace to gulp down precious breaths. \n\nJackie stood up and inside her Grace was moved with her. Internal tentacles formed and pushed themselves inside, teasing the pupil but deep in Jackie's core the slime was firm and unyielding. She was trapped in living bondage. Jackie's age meant that no one could see who was inside her, the only sign was her movements were just a little more heavy as she manoeuvred Grace with her. \n\n\"Come on, let's go to study group.\""
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"content": "My car pulled into the garage, and I did the usual sit and think before heading into the building to unwind. What a hell of a day this had been; I'd been chewed out by my boss not once, not twice, but three times for some petty BS and now my head burned so much it was swollen.\n\n\"Asshole\" I muttered as I just sat thinking. It was future me's problem; I really just wanted to forget about it for a bit.\n\nI opened the door leading to the kitchen and flicked a light on. The place was a mess, with stuff knocked over and the fridge slightly ajar. Sighing heavily, I called out \"Alice!, what the hell?\" No response.\n\nTechnically I lived alone, but my 'roommate' took up as much space and attention as two of me. She also had a tendency to get rowdy when I wasn't around.\n\nI walked into the living room to find Alice stuck in one of my windows. Her body was pinned face-in. Despite her compromising situation, she looked ecstatic to see me.\n\n\"Master, Master!\" She gyrated and squirmed with joy, still no budging from the window. Her sizable tits bounced up and down with excitement.\n\n\"Alice, how the hell did you pull that off?\" I reached out to fondle her chest. Arousal normally calmed her down... normally.\n\n\"Ahhhh, that feels good. I tried catching Lola, master. I almost caught her.\"\n\nI sighed again. Lola was my neighbor's catgirl. She always liked to sit outside our window and mock Alice. I really needed to get her a collar soon.\n\nI opened the window enough for her to escape, and Alice pinned me to the ground. Her long golden hair got everywhere as she licked and kissed my face. Her tail wagged so rapidly I thought it was going to fly off.\n\nI flipped Alice over and pinned her to the ground. When I had left she had been wearing a clean white blouse and shorts, but after her misadventure, she was butt naked. She sensed my arousal.\n\n\"Can I make you feel good, master?\" I kissed her neck while playing with her left nipple. Her body was always so warm and inviting.\n\nMy hand went down to her pussy; she was already wet with eagerness. Grabbing her by the hips, I sild my rod in and started thrusting.\n\nFucking Alice was the best. Her energy, her excitement, and her gyrating translated into deep and eager thrusts. She contracted her muscles, and I felt her pussy grip my cock tighter. Her hands reached through my hair. She reciprocated thrusts; my cock felt like it was melting.\n\n\"Fuck me, master!\" She increased her tempo, and I came. My eyes closed and my knees nearly gave out. It felt like my soul was leaving my body.\n\nAlice licked me and I opened my eyes. \"I love seeing master feel good.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Our subReddit is failing at creating interesting writing prompts, and it’s NOT necessarily the users’ faults. | [
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"content": "This isn't the \"official mod response\" in any capacity, just my own personal thoughts.\n\nOthers here have said it fairly well: the original purpose of the sub was to cater specifically to sexy writing, so comparing it to our more secular sister sub isn't apples to apples. The prompts themselves were meant to be more sexual, and the replies were meant to be more sexual as well. Most folks came here for smut.\n\nNow, can you make a nonsexual prompt and get a sexual reply, or a sexual prompt and get a vanilla reply? Sure you can. The thing is that most of the subscribers likely won't upvote it (sidebar: lurkers, please upvote more often!) if it doesn't fill the kinky niche.\n\nTo gloss over what you mentioned, when I personally reply, I usually try to write a good story that happens to have sex in it, so if your suggestion at large is that story replies have better arcs overall, your mileage may also vary. Not everybody likes their porn with plot, and that's fine. But, not every story has to be \"and by they way, they fucked,\" so stick to your guns with confidence.\n\nAll in all, just write something. We're happy to have writers. Just manage your expectations if you write something non-sexual."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Write a story, any length, but you have to be listening to Rick Astley's timeless classic, "Never Gonna Give You Up," the whole time. I believe in all of you, because we're no strangers to love. You know the rules, and so do I. | [
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"content": "*Next on ‘80s in the Morning, that Rick Astley Classic “Never Gonna Give You Up”*\n\nGretchen hummed a long to the music as she vacuumed. She was clad in an old t-shirt her husband no longer and her purple panties. She started to silently mouth the words as she went along the room. \n\nShe began to sway side to side. Slowly she began to dance and lip sync using the vacuum cleaner as a makeshift microphone. Wheather it was the vacuum or the radio she was completely oblivious to the footsteps coming down the stairs. \n\nHer husband watched from the stairs as his barley clothed wife danced half naked, singing a cheesy ‘80s song in their living room. He smiled a little. He loved how goofy she could be. \n\nHe silently steps down the last few steps, still barely clothed himself. He starts to sway slowly just as she had earlier and sneaks up behind her. She looks over shoulder and smiles. \n\nShe turns off the vacuum and stands I up in the living room. She continues to sing as she dances up to her husband. The two continue to dance and sing until she jumps into his arms and they fall back onto the couch..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] After discovering his sisters secret that she is a succubus. He decides to be a good bro and lure the occasional prey home for her. "Hey d-dude dont leave a guy hanging." | [
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"content": "**Getting Some Succ**\n---------------------------------------\n\nI didn't grow up with a sister. Growing up, it was always my mother and I in our floor of the two family house we shared with the owner's family. Years passed, where I learned to care for myself while my mother worked full time and I thought it'd be that way until I moved out. \n\nAt least, that's how I thought it would be until the day *she* came into my life, both literally and figuratively. I still remember that hot summer day during my last semester of secondary school, having just turned 18. It was just like any other day, where I had returned from school and when I opened my door, I heard strange sounds coming from my living room. \n\nI remembered locking the door and pausing to the wet sounds interspersed with moans and breaths. *What was my mother doing home so early?* I remembered thinking. Then I walked in and saw the whole scene, grateful for one thing: thank god it wasn't my mother in the living room. \n\nI had never seen sex in real life until that day and I was relieved that my first exposure to it wasn't watching a middle-aged woman riding the neighbor's boy. No, instead, the scene before me was an indescribably attractive, nude, tanned young woman with small black horns and a long tail that tapered off to a pointed end relentlessly dominating the thin, young man. Jun? Jin? Whatever his name was, it didn't matter because I was watching his helpless form being brutally forced to breed by this beauty.\n\nI remembered smelling the sweat and musk in the air that made my heart skip a beat. I would never forget the moans and slippery sounds that filled the air as my face burned, a little embarrassed at the hardness in my trousers. \n\nI didn't know how long I stood there but it wasn't long before she noticed me and, in between the moans, uttered out the words, \"H-hi Hiroto. I-ah I'm your sister-ahn! L-let's talk af-AHN after I f-finish my meal!\" \n\nPure lust came over me upon hearing her moans and I could remember the pure carnal energy that caused me to run to quickly strip in my room, jerking off to the moans in the other room. Images of the vixen in my living room sucking my life through my shaft left me shaking and I didn't last long, splattering my stomach in a hot, sticky mess to the final, exhausted moans in the living room. \n\nI heard exhausted breathing in the living room and my door creak open as she entered my room, murmuring, \"Wow, lil bro, you left me dessert?\"\n\nI remembered her soft, wet tongue sending warm tingles through me as I smiled through her gentle lapping of my cum. When she was done, she gave me a kiss on the cheek before introducing herself as my half-succubus sister, Rias. \n\nIt was a pretty awkward conversation with our mother that night, having her explain that she hooked up with an incubus when she was much younger and that she thought my father was raising her. Of course, my sister had *insisted* on meeting me and since then, she's lived with us.\n\n~~----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\n\"So, you have any siblings?\" Satoshi was perfect for my sister, inexperienced and exactly the type of delicacy she looked for.\n\n\"Yeah, I have a succubus sister,\" I responded, nonchalant to pull him in. \n\n\"Yeah right, I don't believe you.\"\n\n\"You want me to show you?\" I knew he would take the bait. \n\n\"Yeah. Succubi aren't real!\"\n\n\"Well, just know that if you meet her, you'll lose the next three months of your life because you'll be unable to resist fucking her until you're just so exhausted that she just finds someone else.\"\n\n\"Oddly specific but I still don't believe you.\" Perfect. Another cocky asshole for my sis to own for the next few months.\n\nAs I took my new \"friend\" home that night, I snickered in my bedroom as I heard my sister making her prey cum mercilessly in the living room. I had lost the excitement long since that summer, when she fucked me mercilessly for that year. It was fun but no longer as novel as it felt before and I'm just happy being a good brother. Actually, no, I'm more than a good brother; I'm a great brother. \n\nAs the moans faded, I brought in tea and thought, *Have fun, Satoshi. Just know, you've bitten off more than you can chew…* I smiled as I left the room."
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"content": "A kinky magical apprentice creates a spell release designed to trigger after a certain number of orgasms. For example, if they put themselves in magical bondage or cast a spell preventing themselves from wearing any clothes, they could set those to end after one orgasm.\n\n\nThe spell release isn't perfected, though, and the required number might end up a little different than the apprentice intends..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You run a fetish shop. Your shop literally sells fetishes. | [
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"content": "Well, hello there! Welcome to Kinks’ Funporium! I’m Katherine Kink, the proprietor of this quaint little place of wonder.\n\nWhat’s that? \n\nOh! Yea, the name doesn’t exactly roll of the tongue. I’m still workshopping. Apparently FetLife has already been taken. \n\nAnyway, what can I help you with? We’re fairly new, but we’ve got every fetish there is. Whatever you and your partner—or partners, I don’t judge—desire, I can provide. I want to fulfill your every whim.\n\nHow? \n\nBy magic silly! See, I don’t exactly specialize in toys and lotions—though we do have some of those. No, no! I can actually GIVE you and your partner a specific kind of fetish. \n\nHere, let me show you and example.\n\nTake this here ball of light. It is pretty, I agree. But inside this little ball of blue light is a sub fetish. Is your man not particularly into being a submissive bottom? Stick this inside of him and he will be all for it.\n\nOr, maybe you’re curious about threesomes, but you’re both a little hesitant. Put in this little multi-coloured one and you two will be eager for a third to spice up your relationship, just like that.\n\nWe’ve really got everything.\n\nIs your man into large breasts, but you’re a little lacking in that particular area? No problem. Put this in him and he’ll have a thing for small breasts.\n\nFeeling a little uncomfortable with being a dominatrix, but you want to please your man? Not a problem.\n\nPain? We got it.\n\nScat or urination? Not super common, but we can do it.\n\nBrother/sister stuff is on the rise. We got that too.\n\nI think you get the gist of it. But hey, take a look around. Everything is clearly labelled. I’ll leave you to it. Any questions, feel free to ask me. \n\nJust one thing, though. All parties need to consent, otherwise it won’t work. Trust me. The magic knows."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Ever since they joined the intergalactic union, humans have been allowed to "participate" in the "punishment" of extraterrestrial criminals. | [
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"content": "\"After discussions among the court and the analysis of provided evidence, I hereby sentence the accused, Zikiri Nambaflax, to 20 IU Solar Orbit completions in the galactic penitentiary. Effective immediately after the 342 IU planetary completion cycles physical recompense period.\"\n\nThe reptilian judge growled as his hard-light gavel slammed against a small metal plate.\n\nI embraced my family, the judge passing down a verdict to send away a ruthless thug that pummeled my brother and I half to death.\n\nDespite being held on a massive space cruiser, the court proceedings were shockingly similar to those on earth. Lawyers, judges, bailiffs... the went by strange alien names, but the roles were the same.\n\nIt was comforting that even from beyond the stars, justice was just as universal a language as math.\n\n\"Ivan Simmons. You have been offered an invitation to take part in your assailant's physical recompense.\" A tall, scaly bipedal reptile dressed in military uniform approached me. It was hard to gauge his disposition through his facial features, what with me being a simple human.\n\n\"Absolutely.\" I responded. Eager for revenge. That purple people puncher who assaulted my brother and I was about to get the punishment not even the notoriously cruel Garthaxite Empire would employ on its prisoners.\n\n\"Understood. Please wear this.\"\n\nHe handed me a sort of shiny silver wristband.\n\n\"What is this?\"\n\n\"This is an inhibitor ring. If you or the prisoner get too violent, the offender will be shocked and sedated. She is a criminal and deserves punishment, but as a sentient category-3 life form she still deserves the ability to reflect on her actions in confinement.\"\n\nI looked the thing over before slipping it over my hand and upon my wrist. I never intended to get violent, I only sought to give her a heaping helping of what she did to my brother and I.\n\nThe doors slid out of my way, almost fading into the metal walls and disappearing. I looked about the room, seeing a bare bones cell that was as as squeaky clean as it was bright and featureless. Walls, floor, and ceiling all made of metal. Bedframe and toilet. Also metal.\n\n\"You have up to two earth hours. You may exit at any time.\" He said as the doors closed behind me.\n\nThe only thing that wasn't metal was the matress and the convict sitting atop of it.\n\nA scowl upon her face, a shame considering her cute purple face. A slumping, hopeless slouch. A shame, taking into account her voluptuous violet body. She glared at me with sharp teeth and red eyes.\n\nI glared back. I saw the inhibitor ring upon her as well, even though she tried to hide it with her flowing black hair.\n\n\"How's your brother?\" She suddenly smirked. I stomped across the room and next to her bed before shoving her back first upon it.\n\nI used one knee to pin down her leg and spread her thighs open, revealing the nasty weapon she unleashed on me and my brother that dreaded day.\n\nHer cock was stiff and twitching, even dripping with pre cum. That turgid rod of hers pulsating in mid air as I stared at it with anger. Its bright pink tip, those deep purple balls...\n\nBelow that, her blinking asshole peeking behind her plump cheeks and thick tail. I nearly tore through the white cloth of my pants by reaching for my cock. Realizing its be pretty embarrassing to walk around with a hole in my fly, I simply tore off my clothes.\n\n\"Hes fine. Couldn't make it to see you off, unfortunately. I told him I'd say hello in his... stead!\" I accentuated that last word with a thrust of my dick into her ass. She tried to hide her moan through a growl, stifling a voice I ashamedly found rather cute.\n\nIn all honesty, she was gorgeous. Her fat tits bounced about from my initial entrance, her face was burning pink with blush, her cock dribbled with pre-cum. I couldn't help but think what she would be like if she wasn't a horrid criminal.\n\nBut she was a felon. A felon that targeted my family. There was no forgiveness to be found here. Only revenge.\n\nI barreled into her rectum, forcing apart the narrow walls of her fleshy, warm anal passage while completely ignoring her hard cock flop to and fro from the force of my thrusts.\n\n\"How's it feel, huh? To get fucked like you fucked me and my brother?\" I grunted, feeling the origins of my seed begin to churn and gather. \"To be used like a toy!\" My cock was ready to burst, winding up for an explosive finale.\n\nShe had no answers, only moans as I buried my shaft inside her, groped and grabbed her massive mammarries, and finally unloaded a hot torrent of terran cum inside her butt.\n\nI scooted away, watching my semen leak from her agape anus. Her cock too erupted, shooting her pink alien seed all over her own breasts.\n\nI sat there, barely having broken a sweat, curious of what the next punishment should be...\n\nPerhaps, dominating her with the very same asshole she invaded with out remorse?\n\nThat ought to show her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She found herself doubled over in pleasure clutching at her herself begging for the orgasms to stop. The curse had bonded her to her best friend so that whenever one cums the other will too. Which wouldn't be so bad if her best friend wasn't a literal sex demon. | [
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"content": "I haven't left the house in days.\n\nWell, I *think* it's only been days. It's possible it could have been weeks. But maybe not. I couldn't say. It's hard to focus these days what with all the climaxing. I could actually smell myself in the air. The room felt dank. There was a sweet-sour musk in the air that was almost visible. The curtains were drawn, the bedroom door closed, but not locked--just in case I withered away and died in some sort of masturbatory haze. \n\nI've been naked the entire time. My sheets were strewn about the bed, partially on the mattress, partially on the floor with my clothing. The fitted sheet was drenched in my sweat and vaginal juices. I was certain my hair was permanently attached to the pillow. If I could get up right now, there would probably be a greasy, person-shaped imprint on my bed. I'd probably make a cartoonish velcro-ripping noise as I got up. \n\nMy voice is hoarse. My right hand felt sore, but was still rubbing away at my clit. My left hand, while still sore, at least switched things up by occasionally grabbing my tits or inserting my fingers inside of me. Sometimes I used the vibrator to give my hands a break. But it was a 5K mile masturbation marathon in here. \n\nAll because I turned down an Incubus for sex. I didn't know he was an Incubus. I just didn't want to have sex with a douche bag. Even if he was an incredibly hot douche bag. I guess he wasn't accustomed to being turned down. So, he put a curse on me that linked me to my best friend, so that I would feel every sexual encounter, every orgasm she felt. \n\nThat's when I learned Samantha was actually a Succubus. \n\nThe first time this happened, Samantha tried to put a stop to it immediately. Of course, she only found out what was going on after a two day long bender of doing who knew what with who knew whom, multiple times in a day. Then, it turned out that she actually couldn't undo the curse herself. She had to get a council to investigate the situation. Apparently, the douche bag Incubus had done this a few times before...And was still doing it.\n\nSam was good enough to try to abstain from sex until we could figure this out. And I loved her for trying. She made it a whole week before she fell off the wagon. \n\nUnfortunately, she chose to fall of this wagon while I was working. Sure, I was working at home, but still. It was super inconvenient, as I was on a conference call.\n\nAnd I've been in bed ever since, jerking off. I don't know how my body was able to sustain itself with all the masturbating. I don't think I drank a drop of water in all that time. It *had* to be the curse. \n\nIt wasn't just an overwhelming desire, mind you. I could feel what Sam was doing, and what was being done to Sam, all over my body. I felt an invisible cock penetrating me--in the ass, in the pussy, in my mouth. I could feel and taste the cum that spurted all over or inside of me. My hands sometimes held a cock that wasn't there. \n\n\"Come on, Sam!\" I groaned. \"Give a girl a break! I'm getting carpal tunnel!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The gym rat doesn't drink ordinary protein shakes. Instead, they drink cum. | [
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"content": "Chase brought Adam to the gym with her, determined to get her new roommate fit. “Listen, I learned to play D&D, you can try doing a workout at least once.\n\nAdam shrugged, pensively. “D&D is *fun* though...”\n\nChase smiled, enthusiastically, “So is Working out! You’ll see!”\n\n“Ugh,” Adam said, not wanting to get into an argument with his roommate. He was working out in a t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, the closest things to exercise equipment that he owned. Everything that she ever wore seemed to be some kind of fitness or athleisure gear. Lanky and taller than him, with short, dirty blonde hair, she was rocking a sports bra that flattened out her small breasts to nearly nothing and a pair of lycra shorts. He tried to keep up with her, but her workout regime was brutal, and he was wheezing on the ground by the time they were done. \n\nChase did some light calisthenics, while she waited for him to catch his breath. “See? That wasn’t so bad!” she shouted.\n\n“Oh god! I’m gonna die!” he wheezed.\n\nEventually, he got up, and made his way over to the water fountain. He was ready to do anything to recover from the workout. He grabbed a kit from his bag. Adam had stopped by the health isle in the supermarket, the night before. “Gonna have a protein shake?” he asked, as he shook one up.\n\n“Not supermarket brand,” Chase said, as she took out a small bottle of capsules.. “I just ordered these off the internet. They were expensive, but they came with a REALLY good recommendation.” She popped one into her mouth, even as she started to read the label. Her eyes went wide a few seconds after she swallowed it, her eyes alighting on a peculiar bit of text. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed.\n\n“What?” Adam asked.\n\n“It says that I’m supposed to take these with... semen.”\n\nAdam was confused. “You take them with cum?”\n\nShe slowly nodded, still re-scanning the bottle. “It’s pretty clear. I’m supposed to have fresh semen with my supplement.”\n\nAdam looked around nervously. “Well… uh… I guess you just skip that part?”\n\nThinking for a moment, she shook her head. “As much as I payed for these, and as much as I need to break through this plateau… I’m gonna give these a fair shot. The program is supposed to be four months, and there aren’t any refunds.”\n\n“Where do you get the jizz from, though?”\n\nShe looked him in the eyes for a moment, and gave him a half smile with a little shrug. “I guess this will be a little motivation for you to keep coming to the gym with me, huh?”\n\nShe convinced him she was serious and led him to a secluded corner of the gym. She took him into her mouth, after a few moments of mutual hesitation, and dutifully sucked him off until he came in her mouth. She swallowed, wincing at the taste.\n\n“Ugh,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and wiping that on her shorts, as she stood up. “Let’s see where this goes.”\n\nChase was feeling results after only the first week. She was moving faster and feeling stronger, beating some of her personal bests. The blowjobs got a bit easier too.\n\nAdam was making his own progress, but he noticed something in Chase that he wasn’t sure she did. She seemed to be snacking more. Only a little bit, but she seemed more willing to indulge in junk food and burgers than she had been. After a few weeks, he brought it up, but she told him that the supplements allowed “extra cheat days” and that some increased appetite was to be expected.\n\nBy the end of those few weeks, the change was undeniable though. Chase was definitely filling out a bit. Her hips were getting wider and her butt was getting a little bit bigger. Even her breasts seemed to have grown… Her tummy was as toned and flat as ever though…\n\nShe kept taking the supplements, and she kept drinking his cum.\n\nChase swept her long, golden blonde hair back, as she eagerly took Adam’s cock into her mouth. She hummed with pleasure, possibly enjoying this even more than he was, as she closed her plush lips over his manhood, tasting his skin on her tongue. She bathed his cock with her dexterous tongue, licking at him, practically making out with his head. Quiet, lewd sucking sounds, mingled with her own moans, escaped as she started to bob her head, hungry for his cum, racing to get him to cum in her mouth, unable to get his seed fast enough. Fast still though, as he couldn’t resist her ardent, expert blowjob for long and, soon, he erupted, filling her mouth with a creamy load of his cum. She gulped it down, making nearly orgasmic noises of delight at it’s flavor and, as it reached her stomach, there was soon nothing *almost* orgasmic about it, as her body started to shake, a blush passing over her skin and little squeaks of pleasure escaping her mouth, as she shuddered and came, her orgasm triggered by swallowing his cum, his cock still in her mouth, as her nimble tongue milked him for every drop.\n\nHaving sucked out every drop, Chase sat back onto her legs, her huge breasts jiggling, even confined within her sports bra. She swallowed the last traces of cum in her mouth, her orgasm still not having subsided, and she couldn’t stop herself from starting to grope at one of her soft, heavy tits. “Mmm...” she sighed, licking her plush lips, “god that’s good,” she said, riding out the end of her climax.\n\nAdam was in disbelief, not only of the mind-blowing blowjob he’d just received. “Did you just orgasm from swallowing my cum?”\n\nChase nodded, shortly, her eyes closed. “It’s been happening for a while,” she said. “I just couldn’t hide it this time. They’ve been getting stronger.” She reached out her hand, for him to help her up.\n\n“That can’t be normal,” he said, as she grabbed his hand and easily hopped to her feet, his strong arm easily bearing her and his body hardly shifting against her weight.\n\n“Normal or not… It’s kind of awesome,” she said, her hand gently rubbing her tummy. She could still feel pleasure radiating from her stomach.\n\n“And you’ve gained a ton of weight on these supplements!” He said.\n\nI know, she nodded, looking at herself in the mirror. It was undeniable. She’d lost a lot of control of her appetite, and she had gained a ton of weight. Only in certain places though. No longer lanky, now her thighs were thicker, and her hips were wide and round. She had a jiggly, bubble but, and her breasts were just huge. Her hair seemed to have gotten thicker too… and blonder. Her tummy was still trim though, and all of her muscles were even better toned and defined. She was definitely fitter. “I think I’m pretty proud of my gains!” She said.\n\n“So you’re going to keep taking the supplements?”\n\n“No,” she said.\n\n“You’re not,” He asked.\n\nShe looked him in the eye, smiling. “You didn’t notice? I finished them a week ago.” she shrugged. “Turns out the cum cravings are kind of… permanent.” Dreamily, she slowly licked her lips, again, as she rubbed her toned stomach. “But I don’t mind them, if you don’t!”\n\nHe threw up his hands, a goofy grin on his face. “You’re the fitness expert!”\n\n“Damn right I am!,” Chase said, “Race you home!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You summoned a succubus expecting to finally loose your virginity but a poor offering results in you getting one that’s never been summoned before and doesn’t understand how the whole “sex thing” is supposed to work yet. | [
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"content": "Purple smoke filled my bedroom, covering my bed, my TV, my dresser, the floor bearing the circular sigil in white chalk, everything except for my own body.\n\nA rumbling shook the dark, unseen, room, a beam of light came up from the ground in a cylinder. Slowly, a horned, purple-skinned woman, maybe around six feet tall, rose from the purple vapor, black wings drawn over her torso. Her hair was jet black, and fell down to her back. Her wigs shot open with a loud *woosh*, revealing a pair of enormous breasts--probably around an E cup-- contained by a metallic gold bra. Her hips were wide, her thighs, plump and inviting. From the area just above her ass, a long, forked tail seemed to move of its own will. Her eyes fluttered open. The irises were an amber colour. She lifted her head and opened her mouth to speak. Her teeth were pearly white. The canines slightly longer than a normal woman's. The voice that came out was low, throaty.\n\n\"I am Asphodella!\" she announced. \"Prostrate yourself before me and quiver, mortal. Your eternal punishment begins now!\"\n\n\"Eternal punishment?\" I said, frowning. \"I thought you were a Succubus.\"\n\nShe peered down at me, a look of uncertainty in her eyes. \"I am indeed. And you are to be punished...Aren't you?\"\n\n\"I'm pretty sure I summoned you for sex.\"\n\n\"Ah. Of course!\" she said, her voice rising, gaining confidence. \"Sex! Yes. I shall inflict sex upon you! Be fearful creature of the mud!\"\n\nI stared at her, confused, but still aroused. I took off my shirt and discarded it. Then I tore off my pants and underwear. I stood before the violet demon, erect.\n\n\"Why have you disrobed?\" Asphodella asked, her cheeks darkening a shade. \n\n\"For the sex...\"\n\n\"The...ok, look,\" she said, rubbing the top of her head, near one of the large, black horns. \"Cards on the table. I'm not really sure what it is I'm supposed to do.\" Her voice was lighter now, sort of like a valley girl.\n\n\"You're kidding me...\"\n\n\"No sir. This is actually my first summoning, to be honest with ya. They didn't really give me much of a run down on what my job is.\"\n\n\"So...you don't know what a succubus is supposed to do?\"\n\n\"I'm afraid not...But I'm starting to think it has something to do with that protrusion between your legs.\"\n\n\"Yea, that's about half of it. Do you not know what it's called?\"\n\nShe shook her head.\n\n\"Jeez. What are you, new?\"\n\n\"I mean, I was only made 20 days ago. Five days later they come up to me and say, 'Asphodella, we need you to be a Succubus. Think you're up for it?' Well, they say that you should always be eager to do something if your boss asks, so I said, 'you betcha.' Next thing I know, I look like this. I don't even have any tentacles. Can you believe it? And I don't even understand the purpose of these things!\"\n\nShe put her clawed hands up to her tits and lifted them. \n\n\"Now, I figured I'd just learn it as I went along. Hands on like. But I gotta tell ya, I'm stumped. Never believe them when they say that the job offers on-site training.\"\n\n\"They couldn't have you shadow someone?\" I asked.\n\n\"That's what I said!\" Asphodella laughed. \"Glad I'm not the only one. Apparently, all their Succubi are working on field, and their usual trainer is on vacation somewhere on earth, possessing the body of a politician.\"\n\n\"Well...I guess I could maybe explain some things to you...\" I said, rubbing the back of my head. My penis was softening.\n\n\"Oh, could you?\" she said, eyes brightening. \"That would be incredible. I'd owe you, like, huge!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are regularly possessed by a spirit that engages in the most heedless hedonism and debauched sex imaginable, using your body... And you love it! | [
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"content": "The tiny brunette underneath me moaned as I thrust deep inside of her, my hands at her minuscule waist. Her hair was short, barely reaching down to her shoulders. Her stocky, pale legs were on my shoulders. I was balls deep inside of her. \n\n*Like what I'm doing?* a breathy voice giggled in my head. \"Am I doing ok?\"\n\nShe was doing more than ok. I'd have ejaculated by now. But Kendra, the spirit of some bubbly cheerleader was calling the shots tonight, and she knew her way around a woman. \n\nMultiple women, apparently. \n\nA redhead appeared at my side, kissing my neck, her titanic breasts pressing against me. On the other side of me, a tall, busty black woman nibbling on my ear, her hands caressing my muscular chest.\n\nBehind us, some girls were rubbing against one another--I believe the term was \"scissoring.\" The smaller of the two had one hand against the other girl's throat. Between them, a long vibrator. \n\nThere were guys there, too. Two of them were spit roasting a chubby blonde. One guy, tall and tan, was handcuffed to a bed, being ridden by a petite Asian girl who carried a whip. One girl was suspended from the ceiling, covered in ropes. An Arabic girl was off in the corner, surrounded by half a dozen guys in a circle, finishing all over her supple body. And in a separate corner of the room, just some naked bodies enjoying wine and fruits, massaging one another, or just conversing. \n\nI'd never been in an orgy before I met her. I don't know how Kendra did it. But ever since she'd started possessing my body--three times a week, every week, for about a year--she'd never failed to arrange for meetups like this. \n\n*A woman has her secrets*, she said, giggling in my head. \n\nThe brunette beneath me cried out as a third orgasm rocked her. I felt myself pulling out of her. She rolled out from under me and the black girl, Gabrielle, took her place. I penetrated her, felt the tightness of her moist sex, and brought my mouth to her left tit.\n\nSomehow, I'd never tired. Kendra hinted that it had something to do with new powers she'd gained as a ghost. She seemed to really enjoy herself during our trysts. \n\n*Of all the people I possess*, she said one time, *you're my favourite. Something about ploughing chicks really gets me going. It never used to. But hey, that's when I was one of the chicks getting ploughed.*\n\nGabrielle's fingernails dug into the flesh of my arms. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Her eyes were closed tightly. Her mouth hung open, torn between pain and pleasure as Kendra went at her hard.\n\n*I love when they moan!* Kendra said, gleefully in my head. *Damn. I'm so big! I love being a man!*\n\nAnd yet we didn't cum. After Gabrielle, the redhead, Isadora, got on all fours in front of me, while the two girls we'd just finished with were making out next to us, drenched in sweat. Isadora liked being slapped around and called dirty names. She was Kendra's favourite.\n\n*I feel tired,* I complained. \n\n*Don't be such a baby,* Kendra laughed. *Any guy would give their dick to get it this much on the reg. And with so many girls. Besides, I can go all night.*\n\n*I'm not complaining* I said. *I'm having a grand time.*\n\nMy hand throbbed with pain after slapping Isadora's ass so hard. Her left cheek was completely red. Her face was buried in the satin pillows beneath her, screaming out obscenities, begging for Kendra--and she did call me Kendra, oddly enough--to fuck her, cum on her, smack her around like a bitch. That sort of thing. \n\nKendra leaned forward and pressed two hands against Isadora's neck and squeezed, still pumping into Isadora's pussy.\n\n*You've got a sweet deal here, Jack*, Kendra said to me. *With your body, and my abilities, we're quite the lover. Look at these girls! Half of them are ravished.*\n\n*Look, I'm grateful*, I said, earnestly. *I've gotten more ass in this whole year than I have my entire adult life combined. But I hardly get to take control of my own body anymore. I'm just saying. It would be nice to have one night as myself.*\n\nIsadora's body tensed up. Suddenly, I felt heavy. My hands were actually my hands again. I could feel my cock, sans condom, buried inside this girl's vagina. Isadora pulled herself off of me. My hands, not used to the control, fell to my sides. Isadora turned around, smirking.\n\n\"Alright, hotshot,\" she said, in a familiar, mocking tone. \"You can drive for a while. But that don't mean you're in charge.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: During a party game, everyone had to write down their single biggest turn-on. Someone wrote "swallowing", and everyone assumed it came from one of the guys. It didn't. That one was yours... | [
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"content": "“That's the dumbest… Why would we do that?”\n\n“Because it's *fuuuuun!*”\n\nAnn sang the word for a full three seconds, the vibrant notes humming through the air. Sober, she was the best singer in the club. Dammit, even now she was still the best. It was infuriating.\n\n“You're drunk,” I said.\n\n“And I've just realised you're not! How awful!” She handed me the bottle she was drinking from. I sighed and took a long swig. It was fruity.\n\n“It's still a dumb idea,” I said, glumly.\n\n“Come *ooon*, it won't be fun without you! I need you there! We just write down the thing we like most and then mix them up and try to guess who wrote what.”\n\n“We're not children.”\n\n“No. We're… drunkdren!”\n\nThat was the kind of logic you couldn't argue with unless you had a serious blood alcohol level, so I acquiesced and followed Ann towards the circle of people gathering in the centre of the room. I knew them by name, but this was the first time we'd got together with the intention of socialising rather than making music. Which meant getting horrifically drunk, a goal which everyone present was speeding towards at a rate far faster than I. I took another swig of Ann's fruity.\n\n“Good girl,” she purred, in a way that would have been creepy from a guy. Since she was my unreasonably perfect, definitely straight, absolute best friend in the world that I totally wasn't crushing on, it sent a shiver up my spine instead. I was pretty much straight myself but, damn. People that attractive just shouldn't be allowed to jokingly hit on the curious.\n\n“Ann, Sam, glad you could join us!”\n\n“Wheee!” said Ann, sliding onto a mysteriously unoccupied beanbag. How did she do that? I looked around and saw no place to park myself, so I perched my awkward ass on the edge of hers. She wrapped her arms around me and started giggling. I finished the fruity and someone passed me another bottle. I still didn't know what it was.\n\n“Okay, intros!” shouted Tom. He was Ann's boyfriend, by far the most attractive guy in the group, and exuded the combination of charisma and low academic achievement that made him a natural leader of drunken party games. He pointed round the circle, starting with himself. “Tom, Dave, Ryu, Peter, Francis… Francise… Francois? What was it?”\n\n“Francis is fine,” said Francois. Guess he was used to it.\n\n“Francis,” continued Tom, before moving onto the girls. “Karen, Elizabeth, Sam, Ann, Sophie. Okay. Rules! Everyone gets a bit of paper! On it you write down your deepest, darkest, *dirtiest* sexual desires. Your biggest turn on. The thing that gets you going more than anything else. We shuffle them up an-”\n\nI zoned out the rest. Ann hadn't said anything about this. I tried to extricate myself from her arms, failed, looked around for another escape route and came up with nothing. I could lie. I could write something silly and say I misunderstood. But then I'd be the person who lied, or the idiot. I could write Ann, since she was what I really wanted right now. But then I'd be the one with the awkward crush. Someone pushed a piece of paper into one of my hands and a pen into the other. The truth then. I scrawled down a single word, folded the paper, threw it into the centre of the room and began an all out attack on my new bottle of alcohol and chemical flavourings.\n\nThe pens and paper passed round the group and the pile of folded notes grew. I finished my bottle and someone passed me another; one appeared in Ann's hands as well. Somehow it didn't slow the constant barrage of not-quite-intimate, just-beyond-playful poking, tickling and stroking she was playing out over my body. I didn't stop her, I enjoyed the attention, but one of these days I was going to have a serious, sober talk about the way she acted under the influence. Or I was going to drink too much and take advantage of her.\n\n“Okay!” shouted Tom. “First up is… ANAL!”\n\nConversation cascaded into barrels of laughter as the word echoed into the room. The guys started shouting each other's names, and we rolled our eyes at them, while sneaking glances to see if any of us had written it. It wasn't mine, and the other girls weren't reacting either. Neither were four of the guys. Dave was slowly turning into a beetroot.\n\n“Dave!” announced Tom, pointing at him and setting off another chorus of riotous laughter. “DRINK!” Dave snatched his paper back and downed his glass, then started apologising to Sophie, the closest girl to him. She seemed to find this hilarious.\n\n“Okay! Next up is… whoah… BEING NUDE IN PUBLIC!”\n\nThat was a surprise, and the room quietened accordingly. People started to whisper, looking round at each other and trying to figure out who it could be. That had to be a guy, right? I scanned their faces and tried to pick up a hint of expression, an act that was made significantly harder by the places where Ann's hands were straying. \n\n“Okay! Vote!”\n\nTom started shouting names and people raised their hands for one or another. I suppose this was the part of the rules that I missed. Francois got the most, but he shrugged them off; it wasn't him.\n\n“That means I win, right?” said Elizabeth.\n\n“IT WAS YOU?” screamed Tom.\n\n“Yup.”\n\n“Holy. HOW ARE YOU SO CALM?”\n\n“I like being nude in public,” said Elizabeth, shrugging. “Why would I get embarrassed by this? Anyway, I think you all have to down your drinks.”\n\n“We certainly do!” shouted Tom, as excited at losing to Elizabeth as he had been in victory over Dave. “Everyone! DRINK!”\n\nI downed my bottle of mystery and someone handed me another.\n\n“Okay,” said Tom, a little more quietly this time, but he had a way of saying it that demanded attention. He let out a long burp, apologised for it, then returned to his previous volume. “Okay! Next up is… SWALLOWING!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’ve befriended an Android struggling to understand humanity. After a few months of friendship she demands you teach her about intimacy. | [
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"content": "\"Felix, what is love?\"\n\nFelix didn't seem to catch that at first. His face unchanging as he watched the local shuttle hover over the neighborhood for the fourth time that day.\n\n\"...Baby don't hurt me?\" He joked offhandedly, \"Don't hurt me, no more?\"\n\n\"No.\" Mara deadpanned, \"What is love.\"\n\n\"I thought you meant the song.\"\n\n\"That's a very old song. But yes, it in fact, asks the same question I'm presenting to you. So I guess the joke is relevant.\"\n\nFelix studied her as she led that monologue with a mixture of confusion and amusement. The gynoid had so many questions she had asked him in their relatively short time together. But that hadn't been one of them. The relationship had been platonic in a way that most typically aren't.\n\nNamely; ripping off hardware meant for a newly emigrated Triad circle typically didn't net you a coworker. In this case an alarmingly voluptuous war machine who'd previously been kept on ice in the trunk of an unregistered limo.\n\nIn any sense, Mana had proved herself. And while their original agreement just meant surviving to the weekend, they'd found themselves in an odd living arrangement now that things had slowed down.\n\nStill, Felix didn't expect that question. Even now.\n\n\"Well. Love.\" He considered. \"Love is, complicated?\"\n\n\"Complicated?\" Mana asked him.\n\n\"Yeah?\" He suggested. \"Say you're alone. Like me, I guess. And you meet someone, and you interest each other somehow.\"\n\n\"Okay?\" She followed. \"Interest each other.\"\n\n\"Well, you start talking, maybe you share hobbies or like the same things. Make each other laugh, you share some sort of humor or something.\"\n\n\"You are happy together.\" She summarized. Her eyes gave off that unnatural glow that droids of any sort carried in their irises. She walked a little closer to him on the balcony, her hips slinking quietly with taut muscle.\n\n\"Yes. That's it. You make each other happy.\" Felix explained further. \"So you start hanging out. Doing things together. And hopefully; you keep each other happy.\"\n\n\"Forever?\" She wondered as she leaned onto the railing next to him.\n\n\"Well, not forever.\" Felix explained. \"Remember. We don't live as long as you can.\" He patted his chest. Flesh and bone, she remembered. No strings attached, so to speak. He was the more experienced fighter, but she was the muscle.\n\n\"Okay. Not forever.\" Mara considered, \"But you keep each other happy as much as possible.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Until, either one of you dies. Or, you realize maybe you didn't 'love' each other as much as you thought.\"\n\nThe shuttle paced over head, circling to return to the flight path towards the Northern suburbs. As the shadow of its presence draped over them, Felix noticed just how close Mara had gotten to him.\n\n\"Which one is more likely?\" She asked as the shuttle idled up to speed above.\n\n\"Either or.\" He shrugged. \"You never really know how it'll work out. Maybe you disagree on things. Someone cheats on somebody. Sleeps with someone else. They don't like their kids or whatever.\"\n\nMara seemed very distant at this. Felix didn't know what she was thinking, but he considered it himself.\n\n\"Or you just don't like each other.\" He brought up. \"It's random like that.\"\n\n\"So, that's love?\"\n\n\"Basically. It's a little stupid, but-\"\n\nHe didn't understand why she did it. But before he could say anything else, Mara kissed him. She hugged him closer, and drew the kiss even deeper. Despite her physique, she was soft, and surprisingly warm.\n\nHowever, she did push the pair of them over a lawnchair on the balcony. Before long, she was in his lap, the pair embracing and fondling each other. Felix stopped their impromptu liplocking to study Mara's body further.\n\n\"It's not that stupid.\" She complimented. Mara waved her dark hair from her face, and pulled her shirt, allowing a pair of buttons to give and her breasts to hang free. Felix, despite their semi public position, reached into her jeans, surprised and fascinated as the wetness beyond her panties.\n\nMara unzipped his pants and ran a hand over the bulge inside. She wanted this, but he stopped her just as quickly as they began. The sun soaked their presence as evening closed, the street bathing orange past the glowing signs below.\n\n\"Why?\" Felix asked vaguely.\n\n\"Because we owe each other.\" Mara explained softly.\n\n\"....I have a bed, y'know?\" Felix suggested.\n\nShe pulled him up to her, taking them both from the chair, ignoring their latent semi nudity to led him past the sliding doors. As they entered the small apartment and she straddled him on the bed, a pressing issue was asked as they undressed each other.\n\n\"I thought we were going to talk about the North Park job.\"\n\n\"Mendoza knows we're in.\" She promised, \"The chems are stashed in Raikoku Hill near the stadium. It can wait.\"\n\n\"So,\" Felix asked as their nude bodies finally met, \"was this part of your plan?\"\n\n\"Love is random, right?\" Mara answered as she fondled him further, \"Let's see what happens.\""
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"content": "Sally was 27 and a size 18. She was proud of her voluptuous figure. She had a pear shaped bum. She always drew admiring glances from men and women alike. She was a highly sexual woman and it beamed off of her into the ether. \n\nThe day in question, she was trying to fix an issue with her sash window. It kept sticking so she was trying to work out the problem. Half in, half out the window dropped down and smashed into her lower back. It winded her, but she was ok. Well, no, she wasn’t. Because the fucking thing had jammed. She couldn’t move. \n\nThere she was in her nightie, half out of her bedroom window. Knees on her chais lounge, trapped. Suddenly, she saw her neighbours. David and Steve, both early 20s young professionals. \n\n“Hey guys! I’m in a real bind! Could you help a girl out?”\n\nShe explained her situation, told them where to find her spare key and in they came. \n\nAs the walked in, Sally was aware of just how exposed her arse was. She felt horny knowing how much they could see. \n\nThey both lent over her, trying to unstick the window. She could feel their cocks running against her arse or side as the lent over her. \n\nOne of the boys rested his hand on her arse cheek as he lent around and Sally was getting wetter by the minute. \n\nDave noticed and slowly caressed her arse more, Sally moaned. \n\n“Oh, I see!” Said Dave “did you plan this??”\n\n“NO!!!” She shouted “of course not!”\n\n“Hmmm, it looks like you’re enjoying it though” he said as he rubbed his hand more over her arse\n\n“Mmmmmmm, maybe I am!” She said\n\nThat was all the encouragement he needed. He ran his hand over her arse and over her panty-clad pussy. He could feel her heat. She was soaking. She could hear the boys whispering. \n\nWasting no time, one of them removed her knickers in one swift movement. She shaved cunt and arsehole now exposed. \n\nDave went to work, pushing his tongue into her arse whilst massaging her pussy. Steve had his cock out, wanking. \n\nShe was so turned on by the perverted act playing out. She couldn’t see. Only feel. She felt her arse being probed by the active tongue. \n\nHer clit was being rapidly rubbed and her pussy was aching for a big fat cock. \n\nHer first orgasm ripped through her rather unexpectedly, she trembled and felt the tongue removed from her hole. \n\nHer pussy was quickly filled with three fingers as she humped back at the hand. \n\nThen nothing. No touching. She felt a void. But not for long. She felt a cockhead places at the entrance to her sopping cunt. It slid in effortlessly and the pace quickly got up to that of a freight train. \n\nSo here was Sally. Being fucked hard and fast by her neighbour as a second neighbour watched and waited for his turn. Trapped in a window. On the cusp of multiple orgasms. \n\nShe came and came hard as Dave erupted inside of her. Then she felt Steve take his place behind her. But his cock was placed at the entrance to her arsehole. \n\nIt took some work but he pushed it in, inch by inch. She had to stop herself from screaming into the street. \n\nHe began to fuck her. Slowly at first letting her get used to the sensation. Then faster, and harder. Spanking her arse cheeks. \n\nShe cane again. And again as his fat prick filled her arse. He increased pace and with a grunt he spurted a hot load of spunk inside her arsehole. \n\nShe felt hand spreading her pussy and arse and heard the tell-tale sound of cameras clicking, she knew she’d be online within hours. \n\nThey promptly fixed the window and she was released. Back in the room. She told them they could pop by anytime to use her holes. \n\nThey thanked her. And with that, they were gone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Captain is not an early riser, so their second in command decides to make sure they're paying attention to the morning report by sliding into bed with them and making the report while cuddling. | [
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"content": "The sound of heels clicking across the wooden halls of the ship increased in volume as the clock changed from 6:59 to 7:00 am. The sound stopped outside the door of the cabin housing the Captain of the ship, to be replaced with the rapping of knuckle against door.\n---\n\nThe woman standing outside the door wore a dress only moderately related to a sailor suit. The navy blue colour adorned with a pretty white bow that hung from the low cut collar of her dress. The pretty face framed by her long black hair, was now scrunched up into a frown as she continued to knock on the door. “*Sir,*” she spoke aloud hoping her words would reach the man likely fast asleep in the room beyond, “*Sir, it’s time for your morning report!*” Her knuckles continued to rap against the door before a quiet voice could be heard.\n\n\n“*Come in please.*” The voice said.\n\n\nThe woman breathed out a sigh as her hand reached down to open the door, revealing the room beyond. A simple layout that contained a full length window, currently closed off by the curtains, a desk and chair, along with a wardrobe, and of course a large bed in the centre of the room which currently contained the sound of the voice. The man currently curled up underneath the warm blankets of his bed was the Captain. Specifically Captain Kael Bruwer of the E.N.A. (Estria National Alliance), responsible for the safety of the borders for multiple small island countries.\n\n\n“*Leanna, please just give me a few more moments. I’ll be with you in a few more minutes.*” the Captain said from the bed in an pleading tone. \n\n\n“*I’m sorry Sir, but we don’t have that much time to spare.*” Leanna addressed the Captain in a scolding tone as she pulled out the clipboard she had been carrying with her. She began to list the different issues that had been reported over the night; several vessels had been spotted on the border believed to be either pirate vessels due to their small number or possibly even scouts from the N.H.A. (Nation of Allied Heroes), a party was also to be planned soon and of course the Captain would be expected to attend with the others…\n\n\nThe sound of snoring drifted up from the bed as Leanna tried to keep the attention of the Captain. Her fingers pressing harder and harder into the clipboard as each word of hers was ignored, her knuckles whitening as her report was slept off like a particularly bad dream. Until, unable to contain herself anymore she rushed over to his bedside, the clipboard lost in the process, and grabbed the sheets pulling them up and off the Captain in a sudden act of rage. \n\n\n“*SIR!*” She yelled trying to keep what little composure she had left, “*YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!*” Her fury bearing the full weight that would usually be directed at her subordinates when they refused to follow orders.\n\n\nThe sheets flew off the Captain, falling down onto the floor, and revealing the full nudity that they had been concealing.\n\n\n“*Oh!*” Leanna cried as she bore witness to the Captain’s nakedness, turning her head away and covering her face in a childish attempt to hide herself away. The redness of her anger quickly changing to the redness of embarrassment.\n\n\n“*I’m so sorry Sir.*” blurting out a half apology as she stood over the form of the Captain, images already playing back in her head as she tried to forget what she saw. The Captain wasn’t a bad looking man per say, his daily exercises made sure his body was in peak shape as commanding a ship and full crew was tiring work. However, faded scars did mark his body, revealing past conflicts that Leanna was not privy to. \n\n\n“*It’s alright Leanna,*” the Captain replied in a calm tone, “*Nothing worse people haven’t seen already.*” He said jokingly.\n\n\n“*Still Sir, I’ll let you dress and then we can continue…*” Leanna said, turning away from the Captain as she thought to make her way outside his quarters, the hand which grasped onto hers restrained her however. “*Sir what are you?*” She began to ask.\n\n\n“*I was just thinking that I was dozing off earlier because I couldn’t hear you properly when you were standing that far away.*” He replied in a serious tone.\n\n\n“*I’m not sure what you mean, Sir?*” She asked, and he replied with a slight smile on his lips, “*It’s just that it might be easier if you were right here beside me while delivering your report.*” Gesturing to the very bed he was currently laying in.\n\n\nThe Captain’s hand was warm while it held onto hers, an invitation for her to join him almost.\n\n\nShe hesitated, “*I don’t really think that would be wise… Sir. I can deliver the report to you afterwards…*” and she made as to go.\n\n\n“*But you said how important those reports are…*” The Captain added, gently squeezing her hand. “*It wouldn’t do for me to miss them, didn’t you say I had a meeting soon?*”\n\n\nIt was true that they didn’t have much time left thinking to how much time had already been wasted, and if the Captain simply needed a few more minutes to wake up she couldn’t really refuse after the outrage she had displayed earlier. He did say he was willing to listen to her now after-all!\n\n\nLeanna let out a sigh, bending down to remove her heels and tentatively sitting down on the edge of the bed. “*You will listen, I hope?*” She asked.\n\n\n“*Of course.*” He replied sliding further over to allow her room to lie down beside him.\n\n\nShe became painfully aware of her body as she shifted her nylon covered legs off the floor and onto the bed, her feet sliding slightly under the remaining covers that hadn’t been tossed from the bed. Her sailor suit dress slightly pulling up and revealing more of her thighs than would be visible while standing, and her arms that were now parallel with her body pressed up against the bed and resting alongside the Captain’s arms and the rest of his naked body. Her body felt flush, which might have been attributed to the warmer than average day, the insulated bed which she lay on, or the fact that there was a man resting very close to her and giving off quite a bit of his own body heat. \n\n\nShe wanted to ask herself again why she was in this situation when it was spoken aloud for her, “*The report Miss Leanna Steward?*”\n\n\n“*Um,*” She stammered, wondering where she had placed her clipboard in the ensuing confusion which led to her losing it, when she started to ad lib the contents she had read this morning, “*There were boats spotted on the bordering waters of the Chilstall Gulf…*” she repeated for the second time that day. The Captain had started to close the distance between them, cuddling up closer to her, his head close to her shoulder. This was progress though from what would usually happen, either sleeping off the entire report like what had been happening earlier, or worse, locking the door to his room and making it impossible to speak with him at all. Which ended up leading to Leanna having to provide the details of the days events spontaneously to him whenever he started to look lost around the other crew-mates.\n\n\n“*King Gaerld has also invited you to the wedding of his daughter Princess Diannae…*” The Captain mumbled an agreement to this mention, now sliding his arms around her body and cuddling her like a… pillow? She wasn’t entirely sure as she tried to keep her eyes trained on the ceiling above her, racking her mind for any important details she might have been missing. The Captain gave her body a light squeeze and she felt like squirming, pushing away from him with the rising emotions that flooded her head, but kept herself rigid through force of will alone. The Captain’s arms then pulled her body closer to him in a sudden more active form of intimacy until her head was resting against his chest. His legs now also straddled hers, with one leg of his above and below her own. Her entire train of thought was now completely and utterly lost as she couldn’t help but focus on warmth of his legs pressed against her thighs, the sound of his heartbeat, going “thud thud thud” from the position of her head on his chest. She didn’t know how to handle this, nothing being written in the reports or guidelines that she could remember. She didn’t, however, mind the feel of laying beside his chest as she did. There was something immediately comforting and safe about it. \n\nShe wanted more of this feeling, this comfort and safety. Life out at sea was rough and day in and day out her and the other crew-mates were required to be rigid and strong at all hours. She could feel the tension in her shoulders and lower back melting away as the Captain held her. The muscles in his harms felt strong but not harmful. She felt like wrapping her own arms around him if she had been able to, but they were currently constrained to her sides. Her hand could however brush up against his chest. His scars could be traced without sight as she brought her fingers down across his chest. The Captain didn’t seem to mind, and so she continued to feel his muscled chest underneath his fingers. Her mind however felt like it was beginning to drift off, her own heartbeat started to match his own as it continued to “thud thud thud” against her ear. The previous embarrassment washed away under the power of sleep, as her rigid lifestyle began to catch up with her. She felt like she could just close her eyes and drift off…"
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"content": "A thousand questions raced through my mind as Abigail dragged me deeper into the alleyway, as far away from possible from the street crowded with people we'd just strolled along just a moment ago. She'd been awkwardly holding her black, wool scarf scrunched up over her face ever since I'd snatched it away in an act of investigation. But when your normally chatty friend acts entirely out of character by having nothing to say other than a few agreeable grunts to the general questions you ask her..? \n\nWell, I thought it was reasonable cause for concern. I'd certainly not expected to see a shiny, red ball securely lodged in Abigail's mouth by a connecting set of leather straps spreading across her lower face and chin that firmly held the rubber sphere in position. A few seconds of confused surprise had come over me as I watched a crimson flush form over her cheeks that was *not* from the freezing breeze around us, while a thin stream of drool began to form in the corner of her mouth. She'd tightly taken my palm after I nearly dropped the scarf I'd taken onto the ground, awkwardly handing it back to her as she attempted to do it back up completely around her head with a single hand. But once Abigail was sure we were deep into the alley, which was confirmed a few nervous looks into either end of it, she pulled down her scarf to show me the gag once again.\n\n\"Wow... t-that's, uh... something for sure...\" I staggered out, as Abigail turned her head down and away, substituting her embarrassed face for strands of long, brown hair. It's not as if I was sexually inexperienced--I knew what bondage was, Pulp Fiction introduced this very device to me, but I'd never really thought about trying it and Abigail-\n\nOut of the *all* the people I knew, I wouldn't have expected her to be the one in this position. Her hand awkwardly brushed away the dripping saliva before returned back to being held at her side. I figured at this point, it'd be easiest for me to lead the conversation... given that I was the one participant who could still speak.\n\n\"So... uh, I d-don't really want to pry too much, but why'd you wear it on our little walk? Obviously I'd notice you weren't exactly talking, let alone when we actually got to the coffee shop and you had to order--let alone drink!\"\n\nAbigail winced for a moment, before slowly bringing her hands to head to pull aside locks of her head, revealing the backside of the straps that held the ball in place. Holding all of her hair in one hand, she shuffled a few steps closer to me before using the other to clearly present a silver padlock that would prevent the gag from being removed until it was unlocked.\n\n\"N mnphph phhm hmm!\" Abigail blurted out, however intelligibly the statement through her gag. \"Phhm hmm!\" She attempted to repeat.\n\nIt took a moment of thought to connect all the dots. However kinky of a revelation this may be for my perception of Abigail, there's no way she'd be either bold or stupid enough to intentionally wear the gag in a scenario like this. And if she was focusing so heavily on the padlock...\n\n\"Did you... lose the key?\" I asked, which was answered by vigorous nodding on her part. She must've been playing with it in the morning before I came to pick her up, realizing too late that the key was missing before half-headily bringing the scarf around her head as a way to hide it. I *had* found it a little odd that she'd put on her scarf before anything else... And there were still a bunch of other questions in my head, like the why part of-\n\nMy attention was diverted away from that thought to noticing something on her wrists. Because she held both her arms up to explain the key situation, the sleeves on her coat slid down every so slightly. And the skin beneath was marked with the rough imprinting of a pattern l-like a...a burn... a rope burn.\n\nAbigail realized what I'd been staring at and quickly released her hair and the padlock before awkwardly sliding her sleeves back up. A tinge of discomfort flowed through me when I saw the embarrassed misery forming on her face.\n\n\"Hey, it's not a big deal, Abi. Come on, let's just go back to your place and I'll help you look for it. Can't be that embarrassing if I'm this casual about it, right?\" I picked up the scarf that was half-heartily draped around her shoulders, making sure that it was fully covering her little secret before putting my arm around her as a comforting gesture. Her eyes perked up a little, and I was sure that underneath the scarf and gag, a smile began to grow.\n\nWe began to walk out as I continued to hold her in my arm. \"In the future, you may want to be a little more careful with your keys. Or perhaps... you'd like someone to supervise over your games?\""
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"content": "The prose here is extremely eloquent and skillfully assembled. The story succeeds at setting up a dour and leaden mood, and the overall joylessness of the events fit into this atmosphere perfectly. The tone is very consistent throughout, remaining gritty and somber, the narration careful to deny any sense of pleasure. Bits still shine through, but dimmed, like candles through heavy smoke. One likely should expect fatalism from a story about prophesy and bittersweetness, from a story of war, and this story fully delivers in that regard. A moody and well-written piece."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Thank God you're here! For a moment, I thought we'd forgotten to order a girl for the night!" They probably did forget to order a girl for the night... Must be fate. | [
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"content": "I look down at my phone to call Brea, lost again in this city and she still doesn’t understand not to wander off. As I’m typing the numbers my phone becomes slower, and slower... until finally I can barely finish trying to call her. Fuck me, I’m stranded \n\nI look around, slowing my pace, the ambient lighting coming from all directions as people on the street move past me in fast succession. \nI walk for a little while, looking for a club, or pub, or some place that might let me use their phone or a charger. \n\nI see a building which looks inviting enough. \n\n“Girls free entry.” \n\nI guess if they enter free they can borrow the phone... wishful thinking on my part. \n\nThe entrance is pretty, regal even, with heavy red curtains. I can hear music coming from inside as I get closer. I finally walk in and its this sweaty nightclub, like something out of a movie. I’m old enough to come to places like this but I never thought too. All my friends are pretty introverted nerdy people, we usually just have house parties and go to little bars. \n\nI walk to what looks like a front desk. A skinny man in a tight black suit is sitting behind it. He looks up at me, a big smile plastered on his face. \n\n“Hello, what can I do for a pretty young thing today, you know for ladies its free entrance right?” His enthusiasm takes me back, but I just smile shyly. \n\n“Well actually, I really need to charge my phone, lost track of my friend in the city, its only my second time here.” I explain to him. \n\n“Oh no you poor thing, well lucky for you we actually have a smoke/charging room. You might have to wait in line but you’ll get one eventually, there’s a time limit.” He explains. “So just go down this hall to my left here, there’s a few different rooms but, 3rd one on the right of the hallway.” \n\nI thank him whilst smiling before I begin down the hallway. Its a little while before I reach the doors, and my mind is wandering. Was it the 3rd or the 2nd, um..., there’s so many doors to choose from. If I make a mistake I can just ask them and go. I won’t forget a second time. \n\nI just walk into the first room I see, and to my surprise I’m greeted with five men in suits. \n\n“Ah I just I wanted to ask-“ but my voice is over powered by a deep one. \n\n“Thank God you’re here! For a moment I thought we forgot to order a girl for the night!” Your stomach falls. Forgot to order a girl? How do you order a girl? Whats she for? I’m not a genius but from the set up of this room, leather couches, and whiskey, I doubt very much that I’m here to play checkers. \n\n“Whats your name sweetheart?” Another man asks. He’s sitting on one of the couches, drink in hand, staring me up and down like meat. \n\n“My name’s ah, Faye.” Fuck should have given a fake name. \n\n“Oh well Faye, thats a very pretty name, why don’t you come over here, have a seat.” Scared out of my mind I freeze. \n\n“I um, I wasn’t meant to come in this room,” I clamour. \n\n“What do you mean?” \n\n“I was just trying to charge my phone.” \n\nTwo men are seated on couches, one is in the corner on a call whilst this is happening. The man that originally spoke to me is pouring himself a drink. He turns around now. I realise how good looking he is, tall, broad shoulders, sharp features. I’m biting my lip in anticipation of his answer. \n\n“Well maybe we did forget to call a girl then,” He says, now his turn to eye me down. \n\nI’m wearing a fitted black dress with white sneakers, and a small backpack. I thought I looked unassuming. But these men are starring me down like they’re hungry. \n\n“Yeah so um, unless you have a charger I guess I’ll be leaving,” I announce. \n\n“No no, stay,” he briskly walks over whilst saying this. \n\nHis words froze me as I was trying to make my way out. \n\n“Stay why?” \n\n“We’ll charge your phone.” He tells me before I feel him slip my phone out of my hand where I was squeezing it this whole time. I look at his his hands as he pockets my phone, it disappears into his dress pants. I realise I’m stuck here now. Really stuck. \n\nHis hand comes under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He towers over my small frame. \n\n“If you entertain us, entertain me, I’ll give you your fully charged phone back and more.” As he says this its like something has come over me, I begin to feel excited, wet at the prospect of getting naked for these men. \n\n“Okay.” I simply say, he flashes me a grin, and comes closer to my body. His hand snake’s around my small waist, gripping hard onto my ass. \n\n“Good,” he mumbles before slapping my ass hard.\n\n[I want to continue this but I don’t have time right now]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The shy prince is taken to a tavern by his sister. One of the dancers appears to have taken a special interest in him. | [
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"content": "PART ONE\n\n\"We *really* don't have time for this, Ariana,\" protested the prince. They both knew his protests were ineffectual, though; by the time he had stepped into the carriage it was a done deal. \n\n\"We can't take the risk of the heir to the throne falling apart, either,\" retorted his sister, the princess Ariana, as she stepped out of the carriage. \"Trust me on this, Aiden.\" \n\n\"I'm not as weak as you think I am,\" huffed the prince. But he held out his arm for his sister nonetheless. She took it with a smile, dismissing the servants with a glance. The carriage rolled away, leaving a trail of dust along the cobblestones.\n\n\"Was that wise?\" asked the prince in a low voice. His free arm hovered over his waist where *Arondite* hung, eager for blood. \n\nThe princess giggled. \"You're so sheltered, Aiden! This is the *good* bad part of town.\"\n\nThe prince looked at her. \"That's an oxymoron.\"\n\nAriana rolled her eyes. \"Really, I don't know *how* you can be so ignorant! The *Flaming Ogre* is where all the nobles hang out when we're slumming it. It's very safe - and *very* discreet.\"\n\nAiden shook his head. \"We just arrived in the *royal carriage*, Ariana. Every would-be assassin for *leagues* will know we're here in an hour!\"\n\nAriana patted her brother's arm. \"Then we'd better make our time count. Stop stalling and let's go in!\"\n\nAiden sighed and faced the tavern. Given its name he'd expected something... more primitive. The tavern stood two floors tall, made of oak and mortar with lilies hanging from the windowsills. The windows themselves were glistening in the fading rays of the sun, but were smoky and hard to see through. That did *not* make Aiden feel any better.\n\nJust before he could steel himself to knock on the door, it opened on its own. A tall, muscular man in a tight fitting jacket smiled down at them. \"Good evening, young sir and lady.\" He nodded at the princess. \"It's good to see you again, Miss Agatha.\"\n\n\"Why thank you, Derrick,\" gushed the princess. \"It's good to see you in good health! This is my friend, Geth.\" \n\nThe bouncer didn't blink an eye at the bald-faced lie. \"Any friend of Agatha's is a friend of the Flaming Ogre,\" he said, and moved aside for them to enter. \n\n\"This is ridiculous,\" griped the prince. \"I can't believe we're doing this. I could be at home going over the accounts from the Western Reaches, you know. Or writing a letter to the king of the Northlands to convince him to send more troops. Or a million other things!\"\n\n\"And that's *precisely* why we're here, *Geth*,\" said his sister sweetly. \"To give you a break from all that. You've been working yourself to the bone! You need to relax and recuperate sometimes or you'll be no good to anybody.\" She flopped down at an unoccupied table. Aiden belatedly started to pull out a chair for her, looked at her already sitting down and shrugged. \n\nHe pulled out the other chair and sat down heavily, unbuckling his sword belt so he could sit more comfortably. \"I could get a drink at home,\" he huffed. \"Better quality, too.\"\n\n\"Oh, but the palace doesn't have all the *amenities* this place does,\" retorted his sister. \n\nAiden looked around the room. It was homey enough, although it lacked the expensive furnishings he was used to. But the chairs were comfortable, the tables solid, there was music playing, and the clientele seemed genteel enough. In fact--\"That's Baron Gosford!\" he exclaimed. \n\n\"Shut up!\" hissed his sister. \"I *told* you, didn't I? You *don't* recognize anyone else, and *they* don't recognize *you.* This is a safe neutral space.\"\n\n\"Right,\" said the prince slowly. \"But seriously - Gosford is the most straight-laced man I know. Who would have thought he'd sneak out to a haven of ill-repute like this?\"\n\n\"Oh, I like the way you said that,\" said a new voice. Aiden looked up sharply and saw a barmaid hovering over the table. The raven-haired girl gave him a crooked smile, which drew his attention to her emerald eyes – and down to her *decolletage*. \"Welcome to the Bloody Ogre. First time?\"\n\nAiden felt the blood rushing to his face and he averted his eyes from her breasts. \"I--I didn't mean to say that, exactly.\"\n\nThe girl smiled sweetly. \"It's all right. It's not like the palace, is it?\" Aiden's eyes widened slightly, and the princess glared at the waitress. She backpedaled quickly. \"I just mean, it's not such a grandiose place. If, ah, if you've ever seen it.\"\n\n\"What are the specials today?\" asked Ariana pointedly. \n\nThe barmaid gave her a grateful smile and moved into what was clearly a memorized speech. \"We've got August Amber Ale and Dragon Stout on tap, and we've just gotten in a case of Beaujolais wine from the East. The cook has made some flour-dusted chicken fried in oil and beef skewers, and we've got plenty of pickled vegetables in the cellar. They go well with the beer.\"\n\nThe prince raised an eyebrow at his sister. \"We'll have two stouts and the pickles,\" she said.\n\nThe barmaid beamed at them. \"That's two mugs of stout and a bowl of pickles. Coming right up!\" She disappeared as quietly as she'd arrived.\n\n\"*She's* one of the amenitites I meant,\" said the princess smugly. \"And from the drool on your face, I see you appreciate her.\"\n\n\"I didn't drool!\" The prince surrepitously tried to wipe his face. \"Did I?\" His sister laughed, and he felt his face flush. He changed the subject. \"I didn't know you were into beer,\" he said.\n\n\"You don't know a *lot* about me,\" said the princess sourly. \"We used to hang out all the time. I miss that.\"\n\n\"We *used* to not be at war,\" retorted the prince. \n\nAriana sighed. \"It's not just that. You changed when you came back from the Steppes. You do your duty, sure, but you're always in your room.\"\n\nThe prince made a face. \"I hadn't realized I was quite so obvious,\" he said sadly.\n\n\"Only to those who love you,\" said the princess sweetly. \"Listen, it wouldn't kill you to accept one of the many party invitations you get every week.\"\n\nThe prince glowered. \"You *know* they're just trying to get me to marry their daughters.\"\n\nAriana shrugged. \"And? What's wrong with that? You're going to have to get married *eventually* - after all, you *always* do your duty.\" She crossed her arms over her breasts. \"So why not get to know some of Eldelford's most eligible young ladies?\"\n\nThe prince sighed. \"You say that like it's easy. And to you, I guess it *is*. But, Ariana--\"\n\n\"Agatha,\" his sister corrected. \n\n\"Whatever,\" said the prince. \"Listen... You know your friends you're always hanging around with?\"\n\nThe princess nodded. \"Brianna and Miryam? They're wonderful, aren't they?\"\n\nThe prince smiled back sourly. \"To you, sure. To me they're *terrifying*. They're always so *perfect*...and, and gorgeous! And I don't know if that's what they're really thinking, or if they just see you as a ticket into my good graces, and... I guess I'm afraid they only put up with me because I'm royalty.\"\n\n\"Two dragon stouts and a bowl of pickles,\" announced the barmaid, plonking down two large mugs on the table and then gracefully sliding a small bowl between the siblings. \"And a little free advice.\" Ariana shot her a look."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When you hooked up with her over the weekend, you found out she was a cute and bratty sub, into exhibitionism and risk. When you came in to work on Monday, you found out that she's the CEO's daughter... | [
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"content": "PART 1 of 2\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I hope your weekend was better than mine,\" Thom said, putting his coffee mug down and turning on his monitor; \"All I did was paint the spare room.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI was quiet for a moment. I almost didn't want to tell him about my weekend - it might be too cruel. I stared at my login screen, and a tiny smirk crept onto my face.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Come on, Gene, if I spent my weekend covered in paint, I at least want to live vicariously through you. I know you were meeting up with a girl, so how did it go?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAugh, I have to tell him - if only because \\*I\\* want to hear it again.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Chelsea was incredible. We met for coffee downtown and ended up spending the whole day together.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThom nodded. \"Sure. Was she cute?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Oh, she was \\*beyond\\* cute - she was \\*smoking\\*. She showed up in these little Daisy Dukes with these knee-high black boots, and I swear she was finding any little excuse to turn her ass to me.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThom cursed slightly as his password was rejected, and logged in to his terminal on the second try. \"Pretty hot. Did she have nice big titties?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI shook my head. \"Nah, not huge, but still really nice. She had on this weird fishnet top with just a black and red lacy bra under it.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThom raised an eyebrow. \"She a goth?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Not exactly - she was blonde and she had on bright pink lipstick. She had a choker on, though. Oh, and get this - she was talking about wanting to get a tattoo on her boobs, and rather than just tell me, she pulls her bra down and just pops a titty out to show me where. Twenty minutes after I met her!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThom frowned. \"Didn't you meet at a coffee shop?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Yes! She didn't care! I kept looking around all paranoid, and she's sitting right there at the table tracing her fingers all over her nipple, showing me where she wants a tattoo to go! She didn't give a shit!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThom grins at me and swigs his coffee. \"Okay. So 'Chelsea' is a sexy blonde who dresses like a goth and shows her tits in public on the first date? Bullshit. You're making this up.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI laugh. \"I can't make this up. And it gets better, trust me. We ended up spending the day together, and-\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"She get naked again?\" Thom interrupts.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Yeah, she made me come into the changing room and hold her purse while she tried on clothes.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThom puffs in disbelief, but I carry on: \"Anyway, she ended up staying the night, and it turns out she's a BIG time submissive. Started taking her clothes off in the stairwell before we even got to my apartment, and insisted on being bossed around the rest of the night.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"So she'd do anything you wanted?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI furrowed my brow. \"No! That's the weird part. Chelsea wanted me to boss her around and give her orders, but every time I did she'd either refuse or mess them up on purpose. I couldn't figure it out - I'd tell her to get me a drink, and she'd spill it on me. I told her to sweep, and she kept prodding me with the broom. And when I told her to clean my windows, oh my God.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThom grinned. \"Go on.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI shake my head, still hardly able to believe it myself. \"She cleaned them, alright - with her bare tits pressed right up against the glass.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThom roars with laughter, wiggling his mouse to disable his screensaver. \"Jeez, did anyone see?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Oh, I'm sure they did - I only live on the second floor, and it's a busy street.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"So, what happened? Did you guys fuck?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"What? No. I mean we did, but not until Saturday - this was still Friday night.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Okay, so your little girlfriend spends the night. Then what happened?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI lean back in my desk chair, watching the flourescent light flickering above me as I try to recall. \"Well, she stayed the night. We didn't have sex, but I playfully threatened to spank her at one point, and she wouldn't quit pestering me until I actually did it. She LOVED that, and I kind of got a kick out of it too. Anyway, I told her I had a couple of old college buddies coming over to play poker that evening. I was kind of expecting her to leave, you know?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"And she didn't?\" Thom offers.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Right. She lounges around in my bathrobe all day, watching TV and annoying me until I spanked her again. I finally told her that my friends were due any time, and if she intended to stay she'd have to get dressed. She looks down at my bathrobe and says 'I AM dressed!'\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThom shrugs. \"A bathrobe is fairly decent, I guess.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Not when it's as loose as SHE was wearing it,\" I correct; she barely had it tied at all. Every time she moved, it was coming open.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"And you let her stay that way?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI hold my hands up in defeat. \"What was I gonna do? Ground her? She might be a few years younger than me, but she's still 21 - I can't tell her what to do.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I bet your buddies didn't mind,\" Thom says, with a lecherous grin.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI snort. \"Kidding me? They were so busy watching her falling out of her robe, I kicked all their asses at poker - made out like a bandit, and they didn't even seem to notice. Meanwhile Chelsea is lounging on the couch next to us, letting that robe fall further and further off her shoulders until eventually it's around her waist like a blanket and she's sitting there tits-out for everyone.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThom adjusts in his chair, now leaning forward slightly. \"So, then what?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI give him a knowing smile. \"What do you think? As soon as they went home, we fucked like rabbits. Pretty much all yesterday morning, too - even in the building's laundry room. Chelsea's a total kinkster.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As the only male in a fellowship setting out to destroy a great evil you have been saddled with many duties. "Fetch the water, sharpen the weapons, fuck us senseless..." | [
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"content": "I wrote a thing, but it's 20,845 characters and I can't figure out how to split it into two parts. So I'll post it as ~~four~~three!\n\n---\n\nIt was thankless work, really.\n\nWhen I was approached at first, I jumped at the chance. Who wouldn't want to work with the *Vanali*?\n\nTheir reputation and works certainly preceded them. The goliath, Seniri, a tribal princess whose prowess with the battleaxe was matched only by her inexorable will. The gnomish alchemist, Ellywick, a petite creature that crafted works of artifice and brewed mysterious potions holding life and death in equal measure. The human ranger, Maia, whose skill with the bow rivaled that of the gods themselves. The elven witch, Beatrix, possessed of deep, powerful magic, whose mere glare could strike fear in the hearts of men. And finally, there was Amala, the human devout of the church of the Moon. Behind her calm, friendly personality hid a direct connection with the Moon Goddess herself.\n\nWhen the goliath extended her broad, calloused hand to take my own, so many months ago, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. The *Vanali* were heroes! Untouchable goddesses, paragons of virtue... they alone had the strength to overpower the Dark Lord, whose arrival was to herald the end of days.\n\nThe truth, sadly, was much more difficult to swallow.\n\n\"Cassius, pick up our supplies. Remember, we need potions of giant's strength, not growth... only an idiot could make that kind of mistake...\"\n\n\"Don't dawdle, Cassius, the camp won't ready itself!\"\n\n\"Cassius, you can't carry that? What kind of man are you?\"\n\n\"What do you mean, borrow my bow? The Crescent Moon's power fells beasts and abominations, it's not for hunting game-\"\n\nDay after arduous day, the true nature of the *Vanali* made itself known to me. They would travel from town to town, carousing and resting on the laurels of past victories, making clumsy mistakes and avoiding punishment by only the narrowest of margins. There was one day where they decided to rob a shopkeep blind, just because he looked at them funny! They were no better than a team of bandits and murderers, their antics legitimized by a vague, mysterious prophesy!\n\nOnly one of their number seemed to be possessed of common sense and courtesy - Amala, who seemed resigned to serving as the group's conscience and moral compass. She alone would look at me apologetically when Seniri would lift me bodily and threaten to beat my face in, just to see if I would flinch. She cured my blindness when Ellywick tested her experimental eagle-eye potion by slipping it into my waterskin. When Maia attempted to \"play William Tell\" with me, it was Amala who convinced her to sharpen her skills elsewhere. And when the witch, Beatrix, decided to slit my throat as part of a ritual to her patron, it was Amala that found me and restored me from the brink of death.\n\nThe job, arduous as it was, came with one very specific perk. Out in the wilderness, the *Vanali* felt no shame in baring their bodies in front of me, playfully ribbing each other about their appearance. Despite their jabs, all of them were as beautiful as they were powerful; *Vanali*, in the mother tongue, meant \"beauties\", and the five women certainly lived up to their epithet. The strong Seniri was muscular and broad-chested, her pale skin giving her an appearance of beautifully sculpted marble. Elly's small form was made up of gentle curves, skin glowing and flawless even despite her work with caustic chemicals. Buxom Beatrix had no issue flaunting her chest and ass to the rest of the group, outsizing even Seniri in that regard - much to the constant chagrin of the dark-skinned Maia, who had a more wiry, athletic build. Amala, by contrast, was a scholar, and had the physique of one. But the magic radiating from her made her beauty more otherworldly and unattainable.\n\nI often fell asleep listening to Amala's voice as she communed with her Goddess, and her form was the one that visited my dreams most often."
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"content": ">contains: self-bondage\n\nLana could just *feel* that test #63 was going to be the one that secured her spot in scientific history. All that she really had to check tonight were a few kinks in previous versions of the NanoBind ^TM relating to the release mechanism, and then her product could skyrocket into mainstream popularity! Who *wouldn't* love a device that could bind a person securely and efficiently... once the harness was tediously strapped and locked on, and then finally activated?\n\nOkay, so maybe it wasn't particularly useful outside of binding one's self, but that was a pretty large market! 100% of the people who she'd asked were *extremely* interested in the product, and no, it wasn't fraudulent data just because the sample consisted solely of herself.\n\nWell, she could save the market semantics for a later date. Right now, Lana just needed to make sure that the modifications to the NanoBind ^TM fixed the few issues she needed. She'd brought the device from her garage to her bedroom, taking that precaution so that on the minuscule chance the disengagement *still* didn't function, she'd at least have the luxury to wiggle around on something comfortable. The device's metal straps clung tightly to her body, running all over her upper back and chest, with the attachment still recent enough for the hardware to feel cool against her skin. She still had her labcoat on over it though, which covered most of it. After all, Lana couldn't excuse it as scientific research if she didn't have all the proper equipment on!\n\nThe core of the device rested just above her chest, which was simply a small circular piece that hummed with the faint glow of energy. All she needed to do was press down on that three times in rapid succession...\n\nJust as expected, it began to glow much brighter. Nanobots immediately crawled the device thereafter, tingling along her body as they traversed it at a rapid pace. The area of highest priority was her arms--which she held resistless behind her back and had already pushed closely against one another. Lana wasn't testing how effectively they could bind a target who fought against them, so she gracefully allowed them to form into a tough piece of metal--inches thick--somewhat weighing down her hands as it securely clasped them in this binding. The same fate befell her ankles, and a collar began to form around her neck; slightly hampering her breathing with its tightness, but nothing too inhibiting. Lana rolled onto her stomach, bent her legs into the sky and raised her neck up, looking up towards the ceiling, all to further aid her device in binding her.\n\nTwo chains shot out of her wrist cuffs, one aimed straight to her ankles, while the other at her collar. They connected, then tightened slightly, pulling the woman into a strict hogtie that hardly let her wiggle her knees or bend her neck as the metal locked in place. With this position, she could only shift her eyes slightly downwards to watch the nanobots creeping up her chin, seeking to form into a metal ball that would lodge itself in her mouth. Lana opened her mouth as wide as she could, letting the orb grow as large as possible before the leftover bots formed into a strap that latched around her head to hold the sphere in place. \n\n*Right* about now was when Lana needed to test the release function. Last time, the problem was that the core couldn't properly hear her \"three grunt release\" strategy thanks to the muffledness caused by both the gag and the fact that her body pressed against the core in this hog-tie position. She'd just cranked that sensitivity waaay up, so *this* time it should surely work.\n\n\"Mmphf, Mmphf, Mmphf!\" She sounded through her gag.\n\n...Nothing. A second attempt was of course in order.\n\n\"MMPHF, MMPHF MMPHF!\" A second repeat also proved useless. Damnit, perhaps there was some other issue? Maybe her code was off... she'd have to check again for missed closing brackets or semicolons. Unfortunately, the batteries at max capacity should last about three hours to hold the nanobots in place, which meant she had a long and uncomfortable night ahead of her. Oh, the sacrifices one makes in the name of science...\n\nThough, she wasn't sure why she *still* felt nanobots creeping around her skin. That *should* be everything... unless-\n\nShe hadn't been modifying the experimental branch these past hours, had she? Of course Lana had been toying with the idea of *entertainment* whilst one was bound in the NanoBind ^TM , but that was suited strictly for personal use, holding no place in her scientific endeavors!\n\nThe nanobots formed a pair of small rings around each of her nipples, tightening in place gently before they began to vibrate. A soft moan barely escaped her metal gag, and she closed her eyes in preparation for the teasing that would come as the nanobots pushed aside the small flap of skin around her crotch that hid her sensitive bud, latching itself onto that before-\n\n\"O-Ooh\", she both groaned and thought in her head. Well, if her calculations were correct, then the energy drain for maintaining t-these distractions should shave off a good hour from her timed predicament.\n\n...And perhaps, given that she'd been making little progress on solving this little release \"issue\", then she could justify these additions as a way to move on from one test to the next quicker. But really, she didn't *have* to stop there, right?\n\n\"Hmm,\" she started thinking to herself, \"what else can I add to... burn some time?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It is said that the ancient demon queen must be fed one human soul every ten years. Fifty years have passed, yet she hasn't demanded a sacrifice. That's because she doesn't eat souls at all. She's finally received a perfect, submissive pet and forgot to tell everyone that she's all good now. | [
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"content": "Lola's heart pounded as she made her way deeper into the cave. The poor girl shivered as she slowly headed through the darkness, the torch she was holding in her delicate hand being the only thing that allowed her to see where she was going. After about ten minutes of walking Lola began to hear a sound. It was quite faint, but once she strained her ears, the petite brunette could tell what it was immediately. \n \nIt was the sound of someone screaming. \n \nLola wanted to flee, but found herself unable to move. Fear took ahold of her, and paralyzed her for a few minutes. She knew she couldn't run away, she'd be killed if anyone spotted her! But she also knew that continuing onward would be suicide as well. The unfortunate girl was stuck between a rock and a hard place. \n \nAfter panicking for a short while, Lola regained her resolve and decided to keep heading forward. \n \n*'This is for everyone's sake.'* She told herself, though she continued to tremble with every step. The distant screams grew louder and louder as the fearful brunette continued on her journey. \n \nEventually, Lola reached what appeared to be a set of stone stairs, with a large wooden door waiting for her at the bottom. As the unlucky girl slowly descended down the cold stone staircase, she noted that she could no longer hear any screams. She could, however, make out the sounds of whispers and gasps. \n \nOnce she had made her way down the stairs, Lola stood in front of the imposing door and steeled herself. After taking a few deep breaths and closing her eyes, Lola reached out her hand and - with some effort - pushed open the door. The unfortunate young girl kept her eyes closed, until she heard something that compelled her to open them. \n \n\"Who are you? What are you doing here?\" The voice was soft, yet laced with hidden thorns. It was the kind of sweet tone a mother might use before revealing to her children that she knows exactly what kind of mischief they've been up to. After hearing such a voice, Lola found herself needing to find it's source. Why? She didn't know. All she knew was that she needed to know who was speaking to her in such a way. And so, she opened her hazelnut eyes and saw what lay beyond the door for the first time. \n \nIt was a bedroom. \n \nA large, spacious and minimally decorated one certainly, but there was no mistaking the fact that the room Lola found herself stepping into was a bedroom. There was a large nightstand in the corner, a large opulent rug on the floor, an almost ridiculously huge wardrobe to the east, and of course, an enormous purple bed in the center. There was no mistaking it for anything else, it was definitely a bedroom. \n \nSitting on the bed were two women. One was taller than any knight in the kingdom, and was more muscular than any of them as well. Her skin was an eye-catching crimson, and her long messy hair was an ethereal silver. Two fearsome horns lay atop her head, and a pair of gigantic bat-like wings jutted out of her back. \n \nThe other woman was much smaller, and had short blonde hair. Lola couldn't make out much more than that, as the woman was not only wearing a blindfold and gag, but also had her hands and feet were bound together by some sturdy-looking rope. \n \n\"I said, what are you doing here?\" The red woman repeated, her golden eyes staring straight into Lola's. Under normal circumstances, the young brunette would have been too shocked and scared to reply, but there was something about the air in the room that made Lola want to tell this woman everything. \n \n\"I-I-I'm here to see the demon queen! I-I'm the latest sacrifice!\" Something deep inside Lola was telling her to run and hide, but the rest of her body told her to stay, and that everything would be fine. \n \n\"Sacrifice? What are you talking abo- Oh! Sacrifice! Oh dear! I must have forgotten to tell anyone!\" The demon queen chuckled heartily, causing the bed to shake slightly. \n \n\"Well, as you might have guessed, I am the demon queen, but I don't require any kind of sacrifice. After all, I have the lovely Camilla here! I don't need anyone else.\" To illustrate her point, the silver-haired demon gently kissed Camilla's neck, causing the other woman to shudder in pleasure. \"Isn't she just the cutest?\" \n \n\"B-but, don't you want to eat my soul?\" Lola stammered, as she suddenly started to feel rather warm. \n \n\"No, not really. I stopped eating souls long ago. I find that sex is much more enjoyable, especially when it's with someone as adorable as my lovely Camilla!\" \n \n\"O-oh, I see.\" The room's scent flooded Lola's nostrils and her brain quickly drowned in the aroma of pure lust. Lola began to feel light-headed, and started swaying on her feet. It was almost as if she was in some kind of trance. \"She is pretty cute.\" The brunette's nerves seemed to suddenly vanish, as she licked her lips. \n \n\"Oh dear.\" The queen grinned. \"Looks like my pheromones have claimed another victim! You don't mind if she joins us, do you Camilla?\" \n \n\"Mmmmrgh!\" \n \n\"I knew you wouldn't! Alright then, come up here you! I have a very important job for you to do!\" \n \nUnable to do otherwise, Lola quickly obeyed, and made her way onto the wonderfully soft bed. \n \n\"Good girl! Now, just sit back and relax, and I'll show you just how cute Camilla can be!\" The queen pushed Lola against one of the pillows, forcing her into a sitting position. Once that was done, she crawled over to her bound lover and pulled Camilla into her lap and removed her gag. \n \n\"Make sure to moan extra loud! I want our little audience member to hear exactly how much of a slut you are!\" \n \n\"Yes mistress!\" The blonde replied, as she was turned towards Lola. \n \n\"Good! Now, make sure you watch carefully!\" The queen said, addressing Lola. \n \nAnd watch Lola did. She watched as the queen rubbed Camilla's clit until the woman was screaming and swearing like a sailor. She watched as she spanked the blonde woman's ass until it was as red as an apple. She watched as the queen wrapped her legs around Camilla's head and told the girl to eat her out. \n \nBut of course, she didn't just *watch*. The lustful trance she was in caused Lola to abandon any sense of shame she might have normally felt. With nothing holding her back, Lola sat back and masturbated as she watched the show, and ending up orgasming almost as much as Camilla. \n \nOnce the performance was over, the queen smiled at Lola as she held Camilla in her arms. \n \n\"So, did you enjoy it?\" \n \n\"Yes mistress!\" Lola eagerly replied. \n \n\"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it! You know, if you stay here with us, I can teach you how to be just as adorable as Camilla here! You'd like that, wouldn't you?\" \n \n\"Yes mistress!\" \n \n\"Fantastic! Now come here!\" \n \nLola then kept into the queen's arms and snuggled up against her, alongside the tired and sweaty Camilla. The queen's smile grew wide as she looked down at the two young women who were both desperate to be dominated by her. \n \nYou know what they say, two submissives are better than one!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your best friend has become despondent every since their messy breakup. You decide to shapeshift into a hottie to help get them out of this rut | [
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"content": "**Tags**: [wholesome] [magic] [slow burn] [cunnilingus] [impregnation] [humour]\n\nPART ONE\n\n\"You've really got to get out of your apartment,\" tried Sarah again, jumping over an evil mushroom.\n\nJordan sighed. \"Why?\" he demanded, not looking up. \"Wait, there's a secret tunnel this way.\" \n\n\"It's not healthy,\" Sarah replied. \"And neither is pushing me off the screen!\" she added as Princess Blossom died. \n\n\"Your fault for being so slow,\" Jordan grinned, unrepentant. \"Ow!\" he added a moment later when she slapped his arm.\n\n\"That's enough gaming for me,\" said Sarah, putting down the controller and standing up. \"Unlike *some* people, I have things to do.\"\n\nJordan turned off the game and looked at her, hurt. \"That's not fair,\" he complained. \"It's just hard for me.\"\n\nSarah touched his arm tenderly. \"J, it's been hard for you for *six months* now. I know breaking up with Denise was bad, but you've got to move on. Lots of fish in the sea, y'know?\" She smiled at him. \n\n\"Yeah, but actually no,\" he mumbled, looking down. She snorted. \"Look, I don't want to talk about it again. You want to watch *Pretty Soldier Sailor Girl*? There's a new webisode.\" He smiled, then frowned. \"Or do you still think it's 'just for kids'?\"\n\nShe rolled her green eyes, crossing her arms over her modest breasts. \"I said that *once* at a party three years ago. When are you going to move on?\" She paused, and grinned. \"And *speaking* of moving on, when are you going to get out of this place and meet people again?\"\n\nHe sighed again. \"You're not going to drop this, are you?\"\n\nShe smiled widely. \"Nooooope.\"\n\nHe covered his face with his hands. \"I'm not ready to date again.\"\n\nShe punched his arm lightly. \"Oh come on! Maybe you'll meet the girl of your dreams!\" She thought back to him and Denise. *He'd been happy, then.* \"A pretty blonde with big tits who watches anime, eats nothing but instant ramen, and can beat you at video games!\" \n\nJordan rolled his eyes. \"How well you know me,\" he said sarcastically, then considered. \"Actually, that does sound pretty good. Wait, how big are we talking about--ow!\" He grinned at her. \n\n\"Men!\" she sniffed. \"You all think with your lower brain.\" \n\n\"Is that what you're calling it now?\" Jordan asked. \"I prefer to call him 'Mister Happy Stick.'\"\n\n\"JORDAN!\" she laughed, pulling her brown hair in front of her face.\n\n\"Would you prefer 'the Sperminator'?\" he asked innocently, knowing he was flustering her.\n\n\"I'd *prefer* that you get out of this place! Like I've been saying.\" She put a hand on his arm. \"How about drinks tonight? Just you and me.\"\n\nHis smile dissipated. \"Just you and me?\" he asked suspiciously. \"You're not, like, going to ditch me or anything?\"\n\n\"Scout's honor!\" she lied, crossing her fingers behind her back.\n\n\"You were never a girl scout,\" he accused. \n\n\"Yeah, I preferred to be scouting the boys,\" she retorted. He rolled his eyes. \"Nine o'clock, the Rockpile.\"\n\nHe sighed. \"You're like a terrier!\" he complained. \"You just dig and dig and *dig* until you get what you want. Fine. But if I do this, you stop asking me to go out!\" He glared at her, willing her to protest.\n\n\"For a week,\" she offered, smiling.\n\n\"A month,\" he said. \n\nShe brightened. \"Deal,\" she said, sticking her hand out to shake. \n\n\"Nine o'clock,\" he said, smiling faintly.\n\n\"Nine o'clock,\" she agreed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The mating season had just begun for the large Amazonian tribe, and since it was nothing but females, men were in high demand. Hopefully no one ‘accidentally’ gets captured by one of those tall, muscular women~ ... Wait, what do you mean I’m not allowed to leave? | [
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"content": "James pulled limply at his bonds, trying in vain to uproot the wooden stakes roping him into the dirt on his back by his wrists and ankles. The weight of the massive woman's ass bouncing on his unending erection felt like 10 tons. His entire body ached. His *cock* ached. He lets out a small whimper as the woman groans lustfully atop him.\n\nShe's built as though a cabaret dancer took up kickboxing. Huge, heavy breasts. A fat, round behind. Sunkissed skin. A few scars on her arms and chest. This description could be applied to nearly every member of the tribe he's encountered so far. There are some many of them, and only one of him. He knows he can't stop them.\n\nHe knows there's nothing he can do to stop her from emptying his balls. She's the 8th girl since the sun has set. James expects the 9th to be close behind her.\n\nAs his orgasm tore through him, pull squeals of pained ecstasy from his lips, James was reminded of an old saying about Amazonia. What was it again? Oh, yes...\n\n*'Amazonia: Come For The Gold, Stay For The Women!'*\n\nAnd that's exactly the predicament that James finds himself in now. Like many men with a sense of adventure who find themselves in the peninsula, James had plans to seek out the great lost fortune of Amazonia. The island, populated by a race of 8-foot-tall muscular warrior women, was rumored to be the location of an ancient fortune. More gold and jewels than a man could ever spend, all being horded on the island by the fearsome tribe of Amazonians. But they're only women, right?\n\nHow unfortunate for James that he neglected to familiarize himself with the Amazonian mating season. It's almost funny. He'd hardly set foot on the sands of the island shore before an Amazonian raiding party had claimed him as a breeding bitch.\n\nHis expedition finished in hours, he was immediately stripped of all his clothes and belongs upon his capture. The valuables and tools were kept, while the rest was discarded. He was led back to the Amazon camp by his wrists, trailing behind the lead raider's horse. It was there, that he became familiar with the tribal elder who introduced herself as Andromeda.\n\nShe seemed to be the chieftain of the village, calling shots and giving orders. She looked like a woman in her early 40s, only slightly aged in the face. Despite their masculine physiques, James couldn't deny that the Amazonian women were heart-stoppingly gorgeous. Their light, skimpy armor offered a rather personal gaze upon these exquisite female forms that James wouldn't often get back in civilization.\n\nAndromeda spoke English rather well. With a heavy though admittedly enchanting Amazonian accent, but definitely far better than her counterparts. They all seemed to understand James, but were only capable of responding in English with a few broken, sometimes mispronounced words.\n\nJames won't soon forget the solitary meeting he had with Andromeda in her yert. It was larger than the rest in the little village, and she was seated on the far wall upon a throne with on animal pelts and bones while James knelt at her feet. She remained as naked as he was, entirely shameless.\n\n\"You are a foreign invader. The penalty for this crime is death. However, you have entered our country during our mating times. Men are in short supply, as I'm sure you've noticed. And during this time, they are the tribe's greatest resource.\" Andromeda crooned, her voice deep and breathy. Almost hoarse, in a rather sensual way.\n\nHer next words made James shiver.\n\n\"Your seed is more valuable to my people than any gold or silver, invader. Because of this, I am willing to grant you mercy. You will relinquish as much of your seed as I require without protest or struggle. If you cooperate, I will allow you to be sentenced to permanent exile from our island when the season has concluded.\"\n\nJames nodded quickly, intimidated by the idea of knowing so many of the scary women in the biblical sense but preferring the fate to whatever method of execution the Amazonians employed. What's a few fucks compared to his life? He was about to part his lips to speak when Andromeda cut him off.\n\n\"First, I require a token of your personal submission to me as the latest addition to my stable of breeding studs.\" Andromeda chirped, smirking down at the young man as she scooted forward on her throne and parted her knees to bare her unshaven cunt to her prisoner.\n\nI'm she you can guess with the right thing to do was. Well, James didn't do that. Instead he stood to his feet and spat in the chieftains face, calling her a disgusting, amoral pervert. Her rebuttal? Tackling James to the dirt floor of her yert and pinning him there. He struggled beneath her, but it was like a fight between a young child and a grown adult. He had no chance, and quickly tired himself out.\n\n\"Mount me, invader. Break my pin, wrestle me down, mount me, and fuck your daughter into my belly. If you can do this, I will proudly kneel at your feet and call myself your humble concubine. Just do it. Come on. Mount me. Do it.\" Andromeda growled into James' ear as he wriggled beneath her. When he finally stopped, whimpering and panting, he looked on the verge of tears.\n\nAndromeda's words pushed him over the edge.\n\n\"Welcome to slavery, invader.\"\n\nJames was stirred from his daydream by a familiar scent. Sweet and musky, and flavorful. His mistress' cunt as she knelt over him. She was soaked between the legs, her own juices dripping down the inside of her thigh. She knelt over his face, smirking down at him. The other woman a had gone, leaving James' limp, well-milked dick laying against his leg.\n\n\"It looks like the concoction of stiffness has worn off. Perhaps you have earned a break, invader. Answer me this; what are you?\"\n\nJames didn't hesitate, averted his gaze as his voice came in loud and clear.\n\n\"Breeding stock.\"\n\nAndromeda smirked, lowering her cunt onto James' face. His tongue was already lolled free. She chuckled to herself, running her nimble fingers through James' sweaty hair.\n\n\"Well done. You broke even faster than the last invader.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After many happy years the dragon queen’s human lover has finally passed. Keeping her promise to him on his deathbed, she begins the journey to find love anew | [
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"content": "Even in my grief, I know it is time. My lover has passed through the veil after many decades of splendor and merriment; but am I ready to move on? Can a nigh-immortal ever truly do so? I suppose I eventually must, if my territory is to remain mine.\n\nIt has been nearly a year; I find myself in my humanoid guise, cloaked neck to ankle as I wander the markets of this quaint castle-city while the Sun begins to set. In my centuries of life, I've seen many like it, but rarely does anything properly catch my eye. Occasionally, maybe once or twice in a human generation, I will find a particular shiny trinket that tickles my fancy among the baubles these people consider treasures.\n\nOnly once before now have I ever considered a human to be such a treasure, and now I find myself in that mindset again.\n\nAt first I can't help but wonder what's going on, when she and another tumble out of the tavern in a tussle. An Amazon serving as the bar's bouncer is quick to split them apart, with the drunken disheveled man slinking off to lick his wounds as the young woman is led back in. She stands head-and-shoulders below me, hair cut short almost like a young boy, wearing a cloak of her own not unlike mine; what armor I'm able to spy underneath is slightly worn, grimy with hints of burning and wear; but what catches my interest, my heart, more than anything is the fire in her eyes as she watches her would-be opponent run like a coward.\n\nI must have her.\n\nAfter charming my way past the Amazon (a simple feat when one carries herself as I do), I scan the room for my hoped prize. She sits at the counter, nursing both a stein and a bruised cheek. The barmaid, waitresses, and clientele all paint a picture telling me that the man who was chased out just now was by no means welcome; probably snuck in through some back way, the fink.\n\n\"Are you alright?\" I ask as I take the stool next to my treasure-girl. \"I only saw the tail-end, but that looked like a pretty rough scrap!\"\n\n\"I'll be fine,\" she says with a smirk. \"I've been hit worse by better people. Just last week, I broke some tiefling-bastard's horns off after he stabbed me with 'em!\"\n\n\"Heh, seems you got your point across in the end!\" We giggled together, hers jingling like a bell as her pauldrons bounced.\n\n\"I'm Jessidyr, Jess for short; nice to meet you.\"\n\n\"Elizardeth, likewise.\" Hmm, I wonder... \"Jessidyr, that's an Elven name, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Yeah; well, half, on my dad's side. Mom met him as part of a deal to unite the kingd-- uh, as part of her travels when she was younger.\"\n\nUniting kingdoms? A half-Elf, *and* a royal in disguise? Now *that's* fun.\n\n~~~~~\n\nBeing who and what we are, Jess and I both can hold quite a bit of liquor. A few drinks and some messy making out later, I find myself *needing* her touch, but the throes of passion tend to render my Glamour inert and revert me to my true form. We can't stay in town, I tell her, and so we make our way back out towards the woods from whence I made my way in.\n\n\"Wait,\" she laughs, only half-serious in her tipsy state, \"what about the witches?! Pfft, we don't wanna get cuuuursed!\" She wiggles her fingers at me, having fun in pretending she herself may be such a wood-witch. I decide to tease her a bit, slinking my tail out from the hem of my cloak and tickling her cheek with it.\n\n\"I promise, my dear, I can protect you from any witch, ghost, or goblin we might come across.\"\n\nShe grabs my tail with both hands, her eyes widening in realization of what I am. Her fascination leads to her stepping closer, never letting go of my fifth appendage. She moves one hand to my own cheek, understanding now that what she thought was a helm was in reality my natural armored plates. I can see it in her eyes; she wants me *more* now.\n\nThe way back to my cave is plain and uninteresting, nothing any passersby would think twice about; perfect camouflage, hidden in plain sight. As she steps with me past the threshold into the dark, Jess cuddles close. I form a flame in my palm to help light the way, and toss it upward when we arrive in my chamber. It catches on the magic sigil I keep above the entryway, lighting dozens of torches lining the walls. My hoard glows softly in the torchlight, the sparkle of jewels and precious metals reflecting off Jessidyr's eyes.\n\n\"It's beautiful!\" She makes her way over to a pile of pillows I keep at the foot of my nest, running her fingers over the different silks and laces as we toss our cloaks aside.\n\n\"I suppose,\" I muse, \"but I'm always looking for more beauty to add.\" I start removing her gauntlets as she kicks off her greaves. \"You wouldn't know where I might find something *beautiful*, would you, *Princess?*\"\n\nShe catches on immediately, not caring one bit for royal decorum as we jump into reality-based roleplay.\n\n\"Oh no, a dragon has captured me!\" she feigns. \"She has stolen away my cloak, and stripped me off my armor! Whatever shall I do?!\"\n\nAlready naked but for my modesty-preserving natural plating, I drop down on all-fours, slowly creeping my way over in false-menace.\n\n\"There is only one thing you *can* do, your highness,\" I whisper harshly, \"*scream for me!*\" I tear open her breastplate and dive in headfirst. She's very well-endowed for a half-Elf; must be from her human-mother's side. My hands on her generous hips, I make my way lower, leaving warm kisses in my wake. She's starting to squirm, but only whimpering so far. Time to up my game.\n\nWhen I find myself between her legs, I release just a bit more hold on my Glamour, allowing my reptilian tongue to give her the ride of her young life! I dig deep, tasting every inch of her womb as she starts to writhe in ecstasy above me, my tail teasing her luscious ass in the meanwhile. More Glamour falls and my wings are revealed, spreading wide as Jess' legs; almost there, now. How to tip her over the edge...\n\nHer ears! Female Elven ears are sensitive to the point of being an erogenous zone when she's already horny. I reach down with the claws on my wings and, ever so gently, *flick!* It sends her over, teaching me the hard way that Princess Jessidyr is a squirter on top of everything else. My face drenched in my sweat and her juices, I watch as she comes down, climbing up to meet her with a deep kiss as she catches her breath.\n\n\"That was...\" she pants, \"I've *never...*\"\n\n\"Shhh, hush, my princess.\" I release a bit more glamour, caressing her face with my now taloned hands. Jess stares at me in wonder as I lick dry as much of my own face as I can reach. \"I'll give you a few minutes, then it's my turn.\"\n\n~~~~~\n\n\"I am the Lady-Knight Jessidyr,\" she declares, \"here to save my kingdoms by any means necessary!\"\n\n\"Ooh, *any* means?\" I tease, flapping my wings for dramatic effect as I get up into a kneeling position. \"Is that a promise, Lady-Knight? You think *you* can slay *me?!\"*\n\nShe grabs a nearby scepter, gifted to me by a would-be king a few centuries ago before he tried to backstab me.\n\n\"Ah, but you see, great one, I am not a *slayer* of dragons, but a *layer* or dragons!\"\n\nWe swing at each other playfully, my claws swiping at her improvised \"weapon\" half-heartedly as she inches closer, closer, ever closer, until she's captured me in her arms.\n\n\"Got you! Now, to bring you down with the power of love!\"\n\nShe starts at my neck, planting kisses back and forth until she centers herself again. Leaving a trail down my sternum, she gently plays with my simulated breasts, kneading the left while licking and nipping on the right. She switches attentions and leaves both sides tender before moving back up.\n\n\"A dragon's tongue is one of her most powerful weapons,\" she insists, \"for how else would she tempt those foolish enough to dare try for her treasure?\"\n\nOur tongues are wrestling again, her left hand holding my head close to her own, while her right wanders downward. I can feel more Glamour dropping, my skin thickening under her touch as my scales start returning in patches. She'll have to try that much harder to best me, now.\n\nElven fingers are some of the most dextrous in the world, many of them taking up artisanal projects to make a living in the world of commerce. Seems the same holds true for halflings, seeing as how Jess is able to penetrate me with hardly any effort. Her digits are nimble, her movements methodical but swift, and I feel the last of my Glamour failing as I reach the apex of my pleasure.\n\nMy human form is gone, replaced by my truth. Pearlescent scales across my hide, neck long as a caravan, my entire body nearly quintupling in size as my disguise falls away. I go limp from pleasure, causing a smattering of coins and jewelry to go flying not a foot away. My Jessidyr climbs up onto my torso, straddling just below my neck.\n\n\"Well, you said you wanted another something beautiful in here; I'd say I found something that fits the bill!\"\n\nI reach up with my right arm, stroking her as gently as I can at my size.\n\n\"That you did, my dear. That you did.\""
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"content": "Angela gripped her phone with desperate anticipation. She'd never done something so...crazy before. Hell, the last girl she kissed she had apologized to for making the moment so awkward.\n\n*So why in the heck did I try an actual mail-order bride?*\n\nThe television was on, but it might as well have been static for all the mind she gave it. Before checking her phone for the tenth time in half an hour, she hopped up and made her way to the kitchen where a glass of wine greeted her. Small comfort that it was, it numbed some of her tension.\n\nShe sipped her drink while thinking about her reasons. It had been a messy half-decade of figuring out what she wanted from life, but after some soul searching (and quite a few messy relationships) she knew she wanted to settle down. She'd always had a thing for dragon girls, especially the cutesy ones people underestimate. Why not give one a shot and see where it took her?\n\nThe website had been hard to read, but based on online translators, a dragon girl from the east would bring 'good fortune and many happy years'. She was more sold on the pictures she saw, with raven-haired angels spouting tails and horns aplenty. She remembered practically drooling as she entered her credit card information.\n\n\\*duh duh duh\\* began her novelty doorbell as it played the theme from the Empire strikes back. Her phone dinged to notify her that it was, in fact, her expected 'package'.\n\n*oh hell, oh hell. Calm down, girl. You paid to have her brought to the US and it's not like she can just reject you without getting to know you - oh crap, what will she wear to bed tonight?! What if she doesn't like me?! get to the door!*\n\nThe 20-something walked-ran to the door, stopping one last time to take a look at herself in the mirror she kept there. After adjusting her chestnut hair, straightening her thick glasses, and brushing crumbs off her favorite sweater, she reached for the handle.\n\n*No, this is my moment! At last, I'm going to have a cute, sweet dragon wife!*\n\nThe door slowly drew open to reveal a rather large reptilian eye. Attached to said eye appeared to be a serpent roughly the size of Angela's apartment hovering at level with her third-story residence. \n\n\"Nǐ hǎo!\" bellowed the colossal creature. The young bachelorette inhaled deeply, then promptly fainted.\n\n(more to come if life doesn't life.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your new best bro is actually your shapeshifting girlfriend. The secret falls apart as you try to get the two to meet | [
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"content": "Please see this post first: [Alexis Story 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/ifd4mh/wp_a_man_keeps_failing_to_resist_the_charms_of/g2nsfny/?context=3)\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAlexander was a good friend of mine, well maybe not a good friend, alright... nevermind he was a terrible friend of mine. I'd met him when we were both out at a bar. We hit it off fabulously, he loved the teams I liked, shared hobbies with me. He was the perfect friend a guy could want, except... Well, he was a bit of a horn dog, okay maybe that is the pot calling the kettle black. I'd had my share of women, honestly probably more than my share, and Alex wasn't any help.\n\nI'd always had a real problem staying faithful to my latest girlfriend Alexis, yeah I know weird coincidence right? I mean she was wonderful and I was so in love with her, but ever since we hooked up women just seemed to find me irresistible. I can't really explain it but I had more one night stands and crazy sex adventures since being with Alexis than I had for the whole rest of my life. I'd fucked women in bathrooms, gone back to hotels, even had a threesome with two identical twins, one of which was a bartender I had picked a blonde up at the night before, hell when Alexis had gone out of town but her Mother had stayed because she had business in town, her mother came into our bedroom and fucked me silly. I'd had to promise her not to tell her daughter and I was too ashamed to even mention it to either of them after that, but every time after that I caught her smiling at me I remembered her cumming hard as she rode my dick all night long.\n\nAs I said, I was a scumbag to Alexis. I really tried to make it up to her, I treated her like a queen and every time I swore I wouldn't do it again, but somehow every time I fell for some new woman's charms, got drunk and caved, or just got thrust into an unavoidable situation. I'd been doing better and had gone three months without screwing around behind Alexis' back when I met Alexander.\n\nIt started out innocently enough, we chatted in the bar and when I got home I told Alexis all about the guy I'd met. She encouraged me to befriend him and spend more time around him because, in her words \"you don't have enough male friends\" that had cut me, it felt like she knew I was mostly around women. I dove into hanging out with Alexander, and it was great to talk to another guy more often. Of course, he kept bring up women. It was innocent enough at first, him telling me to check out some hot chick across the bar or some jogger when we were out running, but it got worse. Pretty soon he was trying to play wingman for me, seeing if he could get me to hook up with some hot chick or not.\n\nAlex really pushed those encounters. He told me women love a man who is taken, he's not a threat for a long term relationship if they're just looking for a one night stand, and especially if he resists and seems faithful to his woman they think that makes him even safer. I'll have to admit, I did get really drunk for Alex's birthday and we ended up double teaming a sexy redhead and coating her in cum. I felt like real shit after that, but Alex laughed it off.\n\nWhen I brought up stopping seeing Alexander, Alexis was annoyed. She told me that I hadn't been this happy in a long while and a male friend was good for me. I couldn't explain to her why I didn't want to see him as much but I also couldn't just break it off because that would look weird. In the end, I decided it would be better if the two of them would meet. Maybe if Alexander saw how wonderful Alexis was he wouldn't encourage me to cheat so much?\n\nIt was a disaster. Alexis would be working when Alexander was free, or Alexander would be out of town when Alexis and I were available. Then Alexis would want a romantic night when I tried to set up a meetup, or Alexander would have a date with some chick he met online. I started to think he was dodging at that point but he showed me pics of this really hot chick doing all sorts of lewd things and even asked her to flash the Vulcan salute to him and the text came back a little while later after he came back from the bathroom.\n\nLaying in bed one night with Alexis having just gotten home from bartending was when I realized what was going on. I texted Alexander asking him when he might be available to meet my girl and there was a buzzing from Alexis' purse. I shrugged and thought nothing of it because it was just a coincidence, but I realized I'd forgotten to ask him if we were watching the game at the bar on Sunday and texted him again. There was another buzz from Alexis' purse.\n\nStill hearing the shower I stood up and headed to her purse. I reached in and found a cellphone screen still lit up from a text. Experimentally I texted Alexander again. The phone buzzed almost immediately and the name that popped up was \"Best Bro.\" I was pissed but I still wasn't sure. The shower cut off. I threw the phone back in the purse and hopped back into bed. As Alexis came out drying her hair I looked up at her.\n\n\"Alexander, are we still meeting at the bar for the game on Sunday?\" I said as calmly as I could manage.\n\n\"Oh yeah...\" Alexis started to answer, now maybe she could have played it off, but when she looked at me horrified she knew I had a guess. \"Hey baby, before you freak out let me explain!\"\n\nI might be a sucker but I did. I listened to her entire sorted tale, about how she had been helping me get laid, or fucking me in different women's bodies for pretty much the entire time of our relationship. The black girl on business I fucked two years ago? Her. The twins? Well, one of them was her. Her mother? Definitely her. I think if they had all been her I would have taken it differently, but she also played guys or other women and arranged for me to bang them too. Buying girls a drink pretending it was me, overserving me so I would make bad decisions, hell she even convinced some of her friends to just fuck me because she allowed them to.\n\nI felt like a fool. No wonder so many women had been interested in me. She'd been orchestrating the whole thing behind the scenes, either seducing me with her knowledge of things I liked and found attractive, or helping other women do the same. Don't get me wrong, it was hot but I also felt violated. If she wanted to swing or have role playing sex where she pretended to be another woman that would have been one thing but this... this was different.\n\nI took a while to process it. I walked the block and figured things out. Finally, I settled on two basic truths. The first was that I loved her, and the second was now that I was in on her shapeshifting secret we could have a whole lot more fun. I thought about that as I walked back to talk to her and finally settled on one more question before I let her off the hook.\n\n\"Is there any way I can stop you from shape-shifting on me for a while?\" I had a hunch but I wanted to confirm it. \"I want you to be you for a while, and we can work through this.\"\n\nAlexis started to shake her head no but then thought about it and her eyes went wide. \"There is one way... umm... if you get me pregnant I can't shift because it could hurt the baby.\"\n\nI grinned, I had suspected as much, I'd wanted kids and Alexis had always put it off for later I wore condoms when we had sex, she'd told me she was allergic to birth control but I suspected it had more to do with her unique metabolism than any allergy. I started to take off my clothes. She looked at first apprehensive but then started to smile.\n\n\"You know... it doesn't have to be me you shoot in, just me who carries it.\" Alexis purred, even as I noticed the sound of her voice change and saw her body begin to shift. My favorite actress was soon laying spread-eagled on our bed, fingers spreading her pussy and inviting me to shoot inside of her.\n\nIf you enjoy my writing please comment, upvote, or [read more](https://www.reddit.com/user/ErosStory)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being part succubus, she was bound to be popular around campus. Being part succubus and happy to help her fellow students practice their binding magic guaranteed that she was quite popular indeed! | [
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"content": ">contains: f/f bondage, lightheartedness\n\n\"T-Thanks for agreeing to this on such short notice. I kinda lost track of time, didn't realize that the practical exam was tomorrow and... well, I'm a little hopeless.\" Sophia pulled her notebook out of her bag, setting it on the dresser next to the bed where her practice partner sat in waiting.\n\nJilvienne--shortened to Jill by most who knew her, gave a soft giggle that somehow drew the frantic student's attention away from her materials and towards the horned lady. The physical set of features that discerned her from humans: the small, obsidian horns that pushed past her long and straight hair only a few inches, or the slender pointed tail that often teased her neighbors in lectures did not differentiate the woman from the rest of the students as much as her personality did. \n\nVery few people would be willing to let another student test their binding magic on them, especially one who you haven't met before, unless you counted a few passing glances. Jill had seen the freckled and spectacled Sophia struggle with the use of her magic in field classes, despite seeming to grasp the material in full at everything else. She was the one at the top of the class when it came to the quizzes, but Jill certainly outshined her when it came to practically using magic by a fair margin.\n\nCooperation was usually more appealing than competition to the succubus, so she had agreed to aid in Sophia's plight after gently digging it out of her vague and shy request for practice. She gave an honest smile to the cute redhead before accepting her gratitude.\n\n\"It's no problem at all. Teaching is its own reward, right?\"\n\nSophia blinked a few times before jolting slightly, realizing a few seconds late that the succubus had spoken. She unsuccessfully hid her blush by averting her gaze before coming up with a response.\n\n\"Oh! Uh, yes, sorry. Though, I'll apologize in advance, as like I mentioned, most of the spells I need to practice are restraining ones. So, uh, sorry for tying you up in advance.\"\n\nJill revealed a slight smirk. \"I'll accept all of your apologies. Besides, I wouldn't agree to it if I wasn't good with it, right?\"\n\n\"R-Right...\" Sophia pushed up her glasses before opening her notebook, turning to pages where there were a few particularly detailed drawing of the set of bindings each spell would restrain someone in before she found the one she wanted to practice. She picked up her wand, her hand slightly shaky as she read the words over in her head a few times before turning towards Jill. She held her shaky wand straight at the succubus and recited it outloud this time.\n\n\"*Ra noe hoi lev sa.*\" Though the precise incantation came out, all that sprouted from her wand was a set of limb ropes. Magic quickly fizzled out of them, and they subsequently disintegrated into nothing. A sigh escaped Sophia's mouth as she shook her head.\n\n\"This is exactly what would happen in class, or when I practiced on myself!\" She expressed, a little bit of frustration apparent in her voice even after just the first try.\n\n\"On yourself..? Trust me, if you're not familiar with the unbinding spells, then you can easily get yourself into a bit of a pickle. Or if you try to add any gag... s-spells.\"\n\n\"Well, that only really matters if the spell actually works, doesn't it? If I had to hop to my midterm, then atleast the rope along my legs would be proof that I got the spell working at *one* point, right?\"\n\n\"Relax...\" Jill began, bringing a hand along Sophia's head before running it through her hair. \"Your pronunciation's just a little off. I bet you'll get it in two more tries. Or less.\"\n\n\"...really?\" Sophia asked, taking a few deeper breaths. Jill pulled her hand away, and rested it back on her lap.\n\n\"Of course. Listen closely... '*no-eh*, '*le-vee*, '**sa!**'. Everything else was fine. Just try again.\"\n\nSophia closed her eyes, her lips moving despite nothing coming out of them. Then, she repeated the binding incantation, this time working in the corrections of her tutor..!\n\nRopes spilled from the wand, suspended in the air as they searched out their target. They slithered along Jill's body, pulling her wrists behind her back once they located them before tightening and pressed each hand against the other. The other strands were tightened above and below her chest, pinning her arms to her back as they secured themselves. A few tense seconds passed, and the bonds remained, signalling a successful cast. Sophia jumped up in joy while the succubus cheered her on.\n\n\"See? First try! You're better than I expected, Sophia.\" Many things brought a smile on Jill's face, but the strongest factor was the glee on Sophia's face. The ropes were constantly shifting, tightening and readjusting, just as they should be. Obviously not the *most* comfortable position, which is why the succubus opted for a comfortable tank-top and shorts.\n\n\"Thanks, Jill. I didn't realize that my pronunciation could be so off! The textbooks really oughta do phonetic spellings, or something.\"\n\n\"Or you could just listen to the professor in lectures.\"\n\n\"I-I do! I just... get a little caught up in sprucing up my notes!\"\n\nJill's eyes turned back to the open notebook. \"Like with the very detailed drawings of someone who looks a lot like you?\"\n\n\"Ye-\" Sophia caught herself before she finished that word, desperately trying to recalculate, each second passing growing her blush a shade deeper. \"Ye...s, but, that's just a uh, learning method... *Let's* practice the unbinding spells, which don't have any drawings.\"\n\n\"Whoa! As an experienced tutor, I can tell you that it's best if you, well, group together related spells. Make sure you got all the main binding spells down before you turn to the unbinding.\"\n\nIf Jill wasn't so good at staying calm, burying any blush upon her face or stutter in her voice, Sophia may have suspected ulterior motives. But she simply nodded instead, looking for a proper spell to add to the succubi's bondage.\n\n\"...Alright. J-Just tell me how I'm supposed to say this one, so I don't have to embarrass myself by absolutely butchering it.\"\n\n\"Of course...\" Just like last time, Jill chanted, and Sophia repeated. Ropes ran along her bare legs this time, tightening around the ankles, thighs, and just above and below the knees. Their rough grip pressed into Jill's skin, and she wondered if it would be necessary to hide the inevitable marks with sweatpants tomorrow.\n\n\"There,\" Jill began, shifting and struggling slightly against her bonds. \"nice and tight. Just how it should be. Another perfect cast, Sophia. It's--mmm--important to take b-breaks in between... studying, y'know.\"\n\n\"Right. I suppose I'll unbind you-\"\n\n\"*No!*\" Jill responded, with a significant increase in pitch. She realized the sudden change, and struggled to hide the blush this time. \"It's, uh, it *would be* against the entire purpose of a break if you unbound me... right?\"\n\n\"Uh... right.\" A slightly confused Sophia jumped onto the bed, next to the succubus, resting her wand behind the both of them. It was somehow too awkward to speak, so she was left with her thoughts, slowly clicking into place until it was impossible to deny the obvious realization. Sophia slid closer to the bound succubus, who grunted and moaned softly in her bonds as she continuously tested them, unable to even look towards the succubus as she tried to put her thoughts into words.\n\n\"J-Jill, uh... I also heard that it's important to study, and uh, *practice* everyday. So you don't grow rusty and... stuff. So, if you're free, anytime... at all, then maybe..?\"\n\nThe succubus perked up at the suggestion, turning her head towards the shy mage. There was a small chuckle that escaped her mouth before she began to slide closer as well, pressing her bound body against Sophia's.\n\n\"Well, true... I'll be free tomorrow, after you pass your midterm with flying colors. I do have one small stipulation though. It's fun being the teacher, but I'll need a little practice as well.\"\n\n\"That's perfect...ly fair, I suppose.\" Sophia responded, getting caught in the succubi's sweet stare the moment her's even drifted near it.\n\nShe could only think about how lucky she was to find such a nice study buddy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "If it's honestly worth $200 to you, then fine, we can fuck" She had meant to send that to her ex, NOT to the whole dorm. Still, she was a woman of her word... | [
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"content": " \n\n# I stumbled into sex work. Now I’m hooked on the money.\n\n*In a series of articles, BBC News charts several women’s experiences in the sex industry. Here, Jo\\* explains how she stumbled into prostitution, and now is hooked on the profits.*\n\n“It started with a text message, that I was meant to send to my ex. He’d been bugging me for ages for one last bunk-up, and even said he’d pay for it. I was a little short of money at the time, and honestly the sex had been the best bit of our relationship, so I thought I could use that to my advantage.”\n\nJo’s text was characteristically straight to the point. This bluntness, she thinks, has helped her grow her night job. \n\n“I literally just told him that we could f\\*\\*\\* for £200. Or, at least, I meant to tell HIM that. I mistakenly sent it to a group message.”\n\nThat group message was during Jo’s first year of university. At just 19, she’d sent a message advertising sexual services to her entire dormitory. \n\n“As soon as I’d sent it, I knew what I had done. I was mortified. And it wasn’t long before I started getting requests. That’s when I realised there might be some money in this.”\n\nMoney was right. Jo’s time at university did not conform to the stereotype. \n\n“I was able to afford good nights out, at places where cocktails cost £10 and they don’t have student offers like a gallon of cheap spirit for a fiver. And I was able to take my friends on an annual summer holiday. I made loads!”\n\nJo made the decision early on to only offer her services to fellow students. \n\n“Students tend to be particularly horny, since they’re often experiencing parental freedom for the first time. Most men will part with their remaining allowance without batting an eyelid, and I was worried that a more experienced man might be more aggressive or expect things I wasn’t comfortable with.”\n\nBut students are notoriously short of cash, so how did Jo make so much?\n\n“Fortunately we had quite a lot of foreign students, who came over here with loads of spare cash. And the fact that I fell in to this game with bluntness helped – there was no need for the pretence that traditional ‘escorts’ work with, of going on a paid date and that. It meant I was able to tell these guys, some of whom had limited English, that their £200 would just get them two hours with me in bed, and we could f\\*\\*\\* as much as they wanted.”\n\nAnd if they wanted more?\n\n“I was always very clear that this was purely a sex transaction. Also, I was determined that I would never do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. So that meant we could give each other oral sex, hand jobs were ok both ways, and they had to wear a condom unless they wanted to cum on my tits. I had one guy offer me £1,000 for anal quite early on, which I was naive enough to take. But honestly, it was horrible, painful, and he wasn’t very respectful. So I never did that again.”\n\nThe less wealthy local students could also get something from Jo.\n\n“If someone wanted sex from me but couldn’t afford my £200, I figured I had something else I could offer them. For £20, they could be part of a group of 6 watching me masturbate. I had strict rules about that – I’d strip for them, get myself off using my fingers and my toys, and they could watch from a chair a couple of metres away. Touching themselves was fine, and most guys ended up cumming a couple of times in the hour session. I even had a few girls pay to watch, and they seemed to enjoy it too.\n\n“Then I realised I might be able to squeeze a few more quid from these people. So I started offering VIP peep shows. Basically, for £50, it was the same as a normal £20 show, but the boys and girls could cum on me whenever they were ready. Again, that was only on my tits or my arse though – anywhere else, or if they tried to touch me, they were removed from the room and got a final warning. Two warnings and they were banned for life.”\n\nJo’s even got an opinion on protecting her image.\n\n“I never do anything on camera. As soon as a camera comes out, you lose your privacy. So I’ll never cam, I’ll never film myself or let myself be filmed, and I’ll never pose for photos. At some point I’m going to have to get a proper job, and my degree is excellent, so the only thing that might ruin it is if I ended up being an internet slut.”\n\nBut a professional job is a while away yet.\n\n“I’ve finished my degree now, but I’m only 22, so I think I’ve got a couple of years as a whore left in me yet. I hang out at fresher’s week now handing out cards. I’ve even got access to a couple of the dorms, thanks to a couple of little freebie blowies I gave the managers...”"
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"content": "**Hot [Part I]**\n---------------------------------\n\nFarah carved the last rune on the rocky chestplate as the four magic crystals she had arranged emitted sparks and illuminated the symbols with an eerie blue glow. The pile of rocks rumbled before melting and coalescing around the stone into a molten figure with curious, inquiring eyes. \n\nFarah looked on, at first in awe and then in gratitude as she said her prayer to her patron goddess.\n\n\"Oh great Eurythmia, thank you for your great wisdom for granting me life into this pile of Earth and—\"\n\n\"Hey Farah, what was that noise?\" \n\nFieron walked in, interrupting the prayer and then giving a bored glance at the pile of lava staring back at him. \n\nFarah gave a frustrated sigh and answered, \"Look, I've just finished making the *first* elemental golem out of something *other* than rock,\"\n\n\"Yeah, but isn't lava just molten rock? Besides, I'm going to stick to rock and clay golems. A lava golem's kinda boring.\"\n\n\"WHAT IS THIS INSULT? DO YOU NOT KNOW THE DESTRUCTIVE POTENTIAL OF THIS CREATURE? LORDS AND KINGS WILL GROVEL TO PAY ME TONS FOR THIS CREATION!\" Farah's emerald eyes burned with fury as the sweat dropped down her bronzed skin. \n\nFieron sauntered over, stroking his chin with his right hand as his left slid up his lover's waist. \"I can see it's very destructive but with all the violence in the world right now,\" he continued, \"Wouldn't we do better to make love, not war?\"\n\nFarah paused, unsure of what to do. Her heart raced as she felt a heat emanating from her nether regions and with a startled look in her eyes, she asked her lover, \"Um, h-have you been working with l-lust potions for too long again? You *know* how those make me…\"\n\nWith a flourish, Fieron pushed her on the table and said, \"Yeah, well, you know how those make me too and clearly I'm too *distracted* to truly appreciate your creation right now,\"\n\n\"And how can I make you appreciate it more?\" Farah's eyes darted as she resisted the urge to ravish the alchemist pinning her on the pile of magic texts. Farah could feel a wetness as she rubbed her crotch on his leg, sending tingles up her spine.\n\n\"Can you make it fuckable?\" Fieron chuckles as he began to caress Farah's curly, dark locks. Farah chuckled and said, \"Anything's fuckable, at least once,\" her hand grazing Fieron's crotch. \n\n\"The problem's whether you'll have anything left to fuck with after if you stick your dick in a pile of lava,\" Farah chuckled. \n\n\"True, but it looks so rough right now. Maybe with some *smoother* form,\" the alchemist said as he leaned closer to the mage, \"And a bit more *voluptuousness* like my cute little mage here,\" he said as he gently grasped her breast, \"it'll be more fun to have with our *intimate* activities.\"\n\n\"Alright, but say I do make it in the form of an especially *hot* maiden, how would we have it do things without becoming piles of ash?\" Farah moaned as Fieron began to kiss her neck gently, rubbing herself against his thigh and grasping the alchemist's toned arms. \n\n\"Well,\" Fieron said, pulling away and looking into Farah's eyes, \"I *did* develop a heat proofing potion for that blacksmith last week. With a few tweaks, it *could* protect from lava for a few hours, enough for us to have some *fun* together, given you make the golem over there a bit more *aesthetic*.\"\n\nWith that, Fieron pulled up the mage's robes and the two made out with frenzied passion scattering pages about the small lab. Farah grasped Fieron's tight buttocks as the shaft in his trousers pushed against her thigh. \n\nFieron passionately fingered the supple, tan nipples on the feisty mage's chest as Farah's nails gently traced the length of Fieron's hardness. The two lovers made out in the dark room illuminated by nothing but the soft blue glow of the golem's chestpiece and the soft orange glow of the golem's body. Fieron's heart pounded as his fingers began vigorously beckoning at the mage's clit, causing her to moan and writhe against the desk. \n\nFieron gently nibbled on Farah's neck as the mage tickled the underside of his length, her slit wet as his fingers had their way with her. \"I-I'm cumm-ohhhhhhh,\" the mage moaned, unable to finish her sentence as her back arched from pleasure. \n\nAs Fieron pulled away, he gently pulled the mage's hand away from his shaft and he said, \"Shhhh, that's only the foreplay, my little mage. Finish making your *toy* over there more *fuckable* while I tweak the potion and there will be more of where that came from when we have our *fun* later,\" he said with a sly grin. \n\nFarah slowly caught her breath before pulling on her robe again and gathering the scattered papers. She grinned as she began the process of making another golem. Tonight was going to be fun."
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"content": "As the guards surrounded her, their large cocks hard and springy, she smiled. “I thought you all were going to kill me,” she said practically laughing as a cock came up to her lips, “this I can deal with!” And took the length of his cock into her mouth letting it pass over tongue and into her throat. She gagged a little, tears welling at her eyes, but she was happy to be alive, even as he began thrusting into her face, the top of his cock slamming into her. \n\nThe thought of dying had filled her with dread. She had screamed and cried as they dragged her through the wet cobblestone streets, away from her stall in the market. The dead-grey, heavy, clouds were the last thing she saw as they took her into building. She wondered, always on the verge of breaking down, how it would happen. Stabbing? Hanging? Would it be quick or painfully slow? Will it be torture? \n\nNow there’s a cock pressing itself against her asshole after everyone had taken a turn in her pussy, using it until it was red and sore. Her throat aches but they still finished I her mouth. POP! The head slipped into her ass and she moaned for them. \n\nThis was so much better! The guard moaned and pulled himself out as another guard shuffled up behind her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Though a hardcore dominatrix, she still had a sense of fun, and she squealed with delight, as she spun the "wheel of punishment", smirking at her sub. Her giggle caught in her throat though, as it landed, impossibly, on the teeny, tiny, sliver that read, "switch roles"... | [
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"content": "His heart was racing as her leather gloved hand grasped one of the spokes of the wheel and gave it a tug. The spinning words became a blur, the plastic flag hitting the spokes creating a rapid clicking sound that filled the room, reverberating off the walls and ceiling. The seconds crept by and the wheel began to slow, the rapid chirping clicks becoming less and less frequent.\n\nAs the wheel slowed to a crawl he began to take guesses where it would stop. It looked like it only had a few more clicks left. It passed by **30 minute flogging** and **public humiliation** and lost almost all of its momentum. It would probably land on one of the next 3 wedges he thought to himself inwardly groaning at the options: **1 month chastity, switch roles, and post orgasm tortue**. Switch roles was an appealing option but, as it was 1/10th of the size of the other two wedges, he discounted it. He prayed it had enough momentum to make it to the post orgasm tortue wedge. He wasn’t sure if he could take another month of chastity.\n\nTime seemed to move in slow motion as the wheel passed over public humiliation and rolled into the chastity wedge. His heart sank, he could tell it didn’t have enough momentum to make it to the next wedge. He looked up and to the right of the wheel and he saw her mouth turn upward into a sly smile down at his caged cock. She saw what was going to happen as well. \n\nShe was already getting excited as she drank in the desperation lining his face. Another month in chastity! It would be the longest he had ever gone! It would also be good training for the permanence of the cage in the future. Her mind reeled thinking about his cock, never able to get hard again. It would be the ultimate display of her dominance to enforce that for him.\n\nWait...was that another click?\n\nShe spun around her contemplation turning to shock as the wheel came to rest. The plastic flag was sitting there, in the middle of the smallest wedge on the wheel. **Switch Roles**.\n\n\n*I can’t believe I put that on there. Oh well. He will probably come off like a total sub and fail at domming me anyway.*\n\nShe retrieved the keys to his cage from her necklace and knelt down to unlock his cock. Once the ring and the sheath had been removed, he massaged his cock. His erection was quickly massive, especially for the first one in a month. Cock size was definitely not the reason this one became a sub she mentally quipped, taking in the impressive length and girth. Fully hard now, he stood up from the chair looking down at her. She stayed on her knees.\n\n“How may I serve you master.” \n\nSmiling up at him she was shocked when she saw his hand flying towards her. The stinging on her cheek was a new sensation. She knelt there in stunned silence as the sparks of pain erupted through the left side of her face. \n\n“You will speak when spoken to. Do you understand?” \n\nThe tone of his voice was stern and looking up at him there was a serious look in his eye. It was an odd contrast to the submissiveness and deference that usually characterised his face.\n\n**Smack**\n\nHer other cheek exploded from the force of his slap. She considered using a safe word but her competitive and dominant side overruled the pain. She wasn’t going to ask for mercy from her sub. She was sure whatever he could dish out she could take.\n\n**Smack**\n\n\nThe left cheek was stinging even more now. Her thoughts were apparently taking too long for his liking so she blurted out what she supposed he wanted to hear.\n\n“Yes Master.” \n\nA broad smile broke his face.\n\n“Good Girl, but you are still going to be punished. To make sure you really understand.”\n\nHe sat back down in the chair and patted his lap.\n\n“Lay face down across my lap.”\n\nShe stood up and layed down, having to readjust a bit so her breasts were not being squashed by his thigh. Once she was in the right position she turned to look up at him. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head back until it was facing the ground.\n\n“You will look down and not at me until I tell you otherwise.”\n\n**Smack**\n\n“Do you understand?”\nHer cheek stinging from the spank, she cursed herself mentally for forgetting to answer.\n\n“Yes Master.”\n\n“Good girl. Now, you are going to count to 10. If you miss a number we will start over. Do you understand?”\n\n“Yes Master.”\n\n**Smack**\n\n“1”\n\n**Smack**\n\n“2”\n\n**Smack**\n\n“3”\n\n**Smack**\n\n“4”\n\n**Smack**\n\n“5”\n\nHer thoughts were losing their coherence as the pain started to overwhelm her. She couldn’t believe that was only 5 smacks so far. The fiery pain on her ass may as well have been a thousand little hornet stings.\n\n**Smack**\n\n“6”\n\nThe 6 was accompanied with a little yelp as he smacked a little too low and part of his hand hit her balls. It seemed he realized what happened and he gently stroked them, his fingers making his way down to her shaft. Within seconds the gentle stroking of his hands had her shaft stiffening. The pleasure from the stroking was beginning to mix with the pain in her ass creating an odd pairing as her brain attempted to sort out the contrasting feelings.\n\n**Smack**\n\n“7”\n\n**Smack**\n\n“8”\n\nAfter each number now, he reached down and stroked her cock a few times.\n\n**Smack**\n\n“9”\n\nA bead of precum glistened on the tip of her cock, collecting until it fell onto the back of her thighs.\n\n**Smack** \n\n“10”\n\nThe pain and pleasure were creating a thundercloud of arousal that continued to build in her crotch as he stroked her faster. She started panting as her orgasm built and right before she was about to cum, he stopped stroking. \n\n*Fuck! Did he know I was about to cum?*\n\nAs if reading her mind he grabbed a handful of her ass and said,\n\n“Now now, I don’t want your naughty little cock cumming just yet. You need to earn that.”\n\n“Please Master, I was so close. Fuck!”\n\n*Wait, what am I saying. I need to keep control...*\n\n**Smack** \n\n“I don’t remember asking you if you were close to cumming nor do I remember telling you that you had permission to cum.”\n\n“I’m sorry.”\n\n**Smack** \n\n“I’m sorry … what?”\n\n“I’m sorry Master!”\n\nShe nearly screamed it as the pain washed over her. \n\n“Good girl, now get back on your knees.”\n\nShe obeyed awkwardly, getting off his lap with a little push from him. As she began to gingerly kneel back down he caught her arm.\n\n\n“Actually I need you to do something first. Strip down.”\n\nThe gloves came off first, they were elbow length and faux leather each one tossed to the side without a care. Next she unzipped the corset down the middle, her breasts staying high and perky on her chest as it fell to the ground. Lastly, her thigh high latex boots came off reducing her height by a solid 5 inches.\n\nHe stood up next to her, now taller and looking down at her. She was a little shook up by the way his chiseled muscles and massive cock contrasted with her petite frame and significantly smaller member. She looked up at him to see a smirk playing across the corners of his mouth.\n\nHe noticed the stark contrast up close as well and when she looked up at him he grabbed her. He pushed her head down and she was forced to look at their cocks next to each other. One bulging with veins, thick as her arm and the other soft looking and as thin as two fingers.\n\n“Try to put both your hands on your cock.” \n\nShe tried and wrapped one hand around the base of her cock her thumb and forefinger almost at the head. When she added the other hand, the end of her head came just up to the midway point on the width of her hand.\n\n“Now mine”\n\nShe easily wrapped both hands around his cock although her fingertips were unable to touch. Her second hand was still a ways from his cock head so, keeping her second hand in place, she moved her first hand up and with a thirds hand width there was still a small part of his tip hanging past.\n\n“You see the difference?” \n\n“Yes Master, yours is much bigger.”\n\n“More than double the size. You see, I was going to lock that little clit up in chastity. I just don’t think we have any cages smaller enough for you.”\n\n“I’m sorry Master.”\n\n“You’ll need to do more than apologize. Get on your knees.”\n\nShe knelt down and started to grab at his cock, to steady it so she could begin to suck when \n\n**Smack** \n\n*Fuck! I should have waited for instructions…*\n\nShe stared up at him, her eyes swimming a little as the pain blossomed back in her cheek. \n\n*God he is being brutal* \n\nAs if reading her mind again, a flash of concern rippled across his face. She immediately squashed down the pain and put on a brave smirk. He seemed reassured and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her open mouth onto his cock.\n\nStretching her mouth, the large slab of meat thrust inside. Her tongue worked furiously across the back of the head of his cock spinning circles of saliva as she endeavored to work off her punishment with her tongue. The constant in and out of the first half of his cock was quickly making her jaw ache from the effort of keeping it open that wide.\n\nLuckily for her he groaned and pulled her as far down as she could go on his cock and began pumping a furious load into her mouth. Pump after pump of cum shot out as his hips bucked. Her mouth too full and unable to swallow it all, the cum started leaking out of the corner of her mouth.\n\n*How the fuck he is cumming so much!*\n\n*Oh shit, he was locked up for a month, that's probably why he came so quick. Lucky for me I guess.* \n\nAs his orgasm subsided, he released the iron grip on her hair and she came up sputtering cum.\n\n“Clean it up.” \n\n“What?”\n\n“You are going to clean all this cum up. I don’t wanna see a drop anywhere.”\n\n“Yes Master.”"
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"content": "**Punish You?**\n---------------------------\n\n\"But *Mistress*, I've been a good b-\" Josh groveled before being interrupted with a shush and a slap to the face.\n\n\"No, you haven't. You didn't even do the dishes today. What sorry *excuse* of a slave can't even do chores!\" Melody huffed, her eyes narrowed in icy, sharp anger. \n\n\"Okay, you got me. Now how are you going to punish me.\" Josh looked into the mistress' eyes hopefully, wanting nothing more than to have her high heels kick his helpless body, still handcuffed to the table. \n\n\"Punish you? Oh, I'm not going to punish you. I'm not going to do *anything* for the rest of the night while you think about what you *haven't* done. I just have you handcuffed so I don't have to deal with your *incessant* begging while I'm reading my book.\"\n\nWith a huff, the mistress got up and walked out of the dungeon, the clicking of her heels leaving Josh in silence. \n\nThe sub continued yelling for the mistress as she closed the door to the dungeon, turned on some music, and continued reading her chapter book.\n\n*Should I let him out in a few hours or should I make him spend the night in the dungeon?* Melody thought as she turned the pages. *If he pees himself, I could force him to clean it up with his mouth. Eh, whatever, I'll figure it out.* With the flip of a page, the mistress pushed all thoughts of her sub out of her mind and focused on the story."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The deal was simple. He could have a wish, but first, he had to be turned into a girl for just one week... | [
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"content": "My eyes followed a car as it passed by the window of the small cafe I was waiting in. It was the first that had gone by since I had entered the place. Strange, seeing more people walking around than cars driving by. Just another deviation from my normal that was being shoved in my face. Elm Valley was... so different from the city. I hadn't thought places like this actually existed. They could be in TV shows, sure, but-\n\n\"Blair?\" My head jerked around, looking in the direction the voice had come from. \"Blair Walsh?\" My name, which had brought me so much shame and embarrassment as a kid because of how girly it sounded.\n\nThe speaker was a girl about my age, brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and a pair of glasses. She had an easy smile on her face, the sort that I was a little jealous of. People often commented on how down I tended to look. I approached her and reached for the coffee she had prepared for me. She looked at me, eyes squinting slightly. \"Say, are you related to Lorna? With the last name, and the resemblance...\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" I said, taking the coffee and sipping it. I winced a bit. It was hot, which should have been obvious. \"Yeah, I am. She's... she was my grandmother.\" I didn't think I really looked much like her, but my hair was red like hers had been when she was young. Maybe that combined with the passing resemblance was enough.\n\nThe girl, I glanced to her name tag and saw that it read Elise, nodded as her expression shifted to a sadder one. \"I heard about her. I'm sorry. She would stop in sometimes and I would see her around town. She was so nice.\"\n\n\"Yeah, she was. Pretty much raised me for a while when I was a kid.\" When my parents had hit a troubled spot in their marriage and couldn't deal with their kid. \"Yeah, she was great.\"\n\nElise smiled, and it only seemed a little forced. \"She was. I don't think anyone in town had a bad thing to say about her. If you need anything, I'm sure anyone would help you out.\"\n\n\"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks,\" I said, raising my cup and making my exit. It was early fall, and the chill was more extreme than it had any right to be. I pulled my hoodie tighter and took another sip. Still too hot to drink comfortably, but it warmed me. Even still, the walk to my car was made worse for the cold. I climbed in and resumed my drive, making my way to her house.\n\nI remembered it from my youth. It was large. Three stories and with a decent amount of land. Pretty private thanks to the plot and the lack of neighbors on the western end of town. Driving up the long driveway, I was stricken with intense nostalgia. So many memories, good and bad. I pulled close to the door and got out. My grandmother's house...\n\nWell, mine now I supposed. My dad was pressuring me to sell, my mom wanted me to keep it to spite my dad. Another petty argument that neither would let go of.\n\nPulling out the key, I made my way to the door and opened it, then slipped inside. My grandmother had died two weeks ago, the funeral and reading of the will had been one week ago, and it had taken me this long to get out here. Even with that small amount of time that had passed it felt dusty in here. So much... less lively, I supposed. I wandered the house, going from room to room and re-familiarizing myself with it. I hadn't been here since before college, but it was still so fresh in my mind. \n\n*My husband and I had many good years, and many of them were in and because of our home. I want my grandchild Blair to have the same opportunities I did. So I leave my home to you, Blair.* The words that the lawyer had read were still fresh in my mind too. She had passed over leaving the house to my dad, her only child, in favor of leaving it to me. He was angry, and it worried me a bit. \n\nStill, he wouldn't do anything immediately. He would wait until I made a decision. If I was willing to sell and cut him in, he'd be happy enough with that. \n\nI stopped at the entrance to my grandmother's room, feeling like there was some barrier there. It took me a few moments and long breaths to ready myself to slip inside. I felt like I was violating her privacy by coming in here. It had always been fairly off limits when I had stayed here. Not officially, really, but... it had felt like my grandmother's space. It felt wrong to just walk in.\n\nHer bed was made, dresser and vanity neat and organized. Nothing seemed out of place. \n\n\"Except that...\" I said, my eyes settling on a painting on one wall. It was a forest scene, dark and... somewhat disturbing. I couldn't put my finger on why exactly. I turned my head away.\n\nThen right back. Instead of retreating, I found myself moving closer. As I approached, I started noticing details in the scene I hadn't before. The trees had odd symbols carved into them, the ground was littered with leaves and some animals. When I was only a few feet from it, I saw the two golden points. Like stars, but... off. I inched closer, and knew somehow that they were eyes. \n\nMy focus was wholly on those eyes, and the more I stared the more the darkness of the scene seemed to leak out of the frame until it encompassed my vision. When all I could see was darkness and forest, animal and strange otherworldly eye, I heard it. \n\n\"Blair Walsh, grandson of Lorna Walsh.\" The voice was gravelly and deep, as otherworldly as the eyes were.\n\nI swallowed, nodded, then added \"Yes, that's me.\" \n\n\"Her blood is strong in you, child. Did she tell you anything of me?\" I wracked my brain, trying to think of any mention of a talking painting, then shook my head. \"I was gifted to your family long ago. Many of your ancestors have used me. Some to great effect, others to... unfortunate ends. All you need know is that I can grant you any one thing you desire, Blair Walsh, provided you pass a trial set by me.\" \n\n\"You... can grant me a wish? For what, my soul or something?\" I asked. It was ridiculous, though. If Gran had used it...\n\n\"No. undertake my trial and you will have your wish.\" \n\n\"What's the trial?\" I asked.\n\n\"Simply to live one week in an altered state. Seven days, and any one desire you have in your heart will be granted, with the caveat that I can not create life, love, or resurrect the dead.\" \n\nSo no bringing Gran back, then. Still, to have a wish...? And she had used it?\n\n\"I accept.\" I said. Why was this so easy when simply coming in here had been so hard?\n\n\"Very well, then. It is done.\" More darkness spilled forth from the painting, this time obscuring all of the images within the scene and then overtaking me. As it did, I felt my consciousness slip.\n\n***\n\nWhen I woke up, I could see the early morning sun slipping through the window. That was wrong. I had arrived in mid afternoon. Had I slept all day and night? I hadn't been that tired. I was also not on the floor, where I thought I should be. Instead, I found myself in my Gran's king size four poster bed. I pushed myself up and instantly felt wrong. My body felt completely different, and I could feel a weight on my chest that shouldn't have been there. Red hair hung down, obscuring my vision. \n\nI bolted up and nearly tripped over myself as I moved, my body feeling completely foreign. I left Gram's room and bolted into the bathroom across the hall. My eyes met the mirror and I gasped at what I saw. Gone was my lanky form with the shaggy red hair. Instead, I saw a girl who was close to a foot shorter than me. She had a pretty face with large green eyes, a button nose, and full lips that were slightly parted all the time, showing just a hint of her teeth. Red hair hung around her shoulders.\n\nLooking further down, I could see the large breasts on her chest, pushing out a t-shirt that would have been way to small on me. The old me. She had wide hips and a nice full ass as far as I could tell, too, covered by grey sweatpants. \n\nI raised my hands to my face and looked at them. Small, dainty, with black polish on the nails. My feet were the same.\n\nI looked into the mirror again, at this new me. The barista... Elise. She had said I looked like Gram. I disagreed, before. This new me, though? She definitely did. I could recall the photos and there was a definite resemblance. \n\n\"What the hell is this?\" I asked, wincing at my higher voice. I trudged back to Gran's room, and looked at the painting. Still eerie, but now missing the eyes. \"One week, huh?\" I asked. Putting me through this? For a wish?\n\nI swallowed, then nodded. It would be worth it. It had to be. I would think things over, improve my life with this wish, and then move on from this experience.\n\n...\n\nFirst, some coffee...\n\n(To be continued)"
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"content": "Chelsea rolled her eyes and mimicked a ‘yapping’ motion with her hand as the CFO began their update on the financials through the conference call speakerphone. The others at the table smirked in agreement. The meeting was already running over on time and all of this was going to be emailed to her later anyways. Standing up, she bent over the table and muted the call. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Alright, someone come and fuck me while Peter’s droning on. Sharon, since you’re familiar with our numbers you’re on mute and response duty. Make sure we don’t miss any questions thrown our way. Just call out ‘pause’ so we know when you’re unmuting. Everyone else, do whatever you want for the next 10 minutes, just don’t leave the room. There are two more topics after this before the meeting will be adjourned.\" \n\nSharon nodded and slide the phone in front of herself. Chelsea rolled up her skirt and pulled down her panties, thankful that she was wearing thigh high stockings today for easier access. Jim quickly moved behind her, always the kiss ass. She didn’t mind though, he was a decent fuck. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe sat in her chair and rolled it forward so that his face was aligned with her ass. Putting his hands at the top of her thighs he pulled her skin taught for easier access to her pussy. Pushing his face in, Chelsea sighed as he began licking her folds and teasing her clit. Todd, who was sitting on her left, rolled his chair closer to watch. She turned her head to look at him and watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, already at half-mast. She moaned as Jim’s ministrations got more intense and Todd coaxed his cock into a full erection. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Alright Jim, I’m ready, get that cock in there.” \n\n&#x200B;\n\nChelsea heard a moan from across the table and looked up. Hayle was on her back splayed out on the conference table, her legs open wide, her hands massaging the breasts she’d pulled out of her dress shirt, teasing her nipples with her fingers, and Cole between her legs, holding on to her hips while he pumped his cock inside her. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nJust then Chelsea let out her own low moan as Jim slid his cock into her pussy. There was a soft smacking noise as he worked it in and out, her pussy extra wet from watching her team participate around her. He must be enjoying the view as well, as his cock felt extra girthy today. She tilted her hips and pushed her hands against the top of the table, giving herself leverage to push harder against his thick cock."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Having lost a bet, she turned up to the party silent, with her hands cuffed behind her back. The night was going to get very interesting, if anyone found out what all the bet entailed... | [
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: Having lost a bet, she turned up to the party silent, with her hands cuffed behind her back. The night was going to get very interesting, if anyone found out what all the bet entailed..."
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"content": "“You okay? Not too tight?” He asked as he wrapped the light jacket around her and made sure to check the leather cuffs were still secure behind her back.\n\nShe shook her head behind the red facemask that matched her skirt, someone observing closely might notice that her mouth was open behind the facemask but both of them were counting on everyone being too drunk to see it.\n\nAfter one last check of the gag ball taped into her mouth behind the mask Mark put a hand around her waist and led Lisa towards the sound of the thumping bass.\n\nA few yelled words about a sore throat and corona fear was enough to silence the initial questions about the facemask and the fact that she wasn’t talking. One of the dudes manning the bar was even helpful enough to produce a few straws from out of the chaotic mess of a kitchen since he was sure she could need to get drunk even with the mask.\n\nMark pushed it up under the mask, through the small hole he had cut in the tape and past the gag before he realized she couldn’t actually suck with her mouth open. A few experiments and a plastic bag later Mark was able to quirt liquor into her mouth without drowning her or getting her messy. She shivered a little as the hard liquor went down her throat and nudge him a bit with her shoulder for more. He cut her off after the third mouthful of vodka, getting shitfaced is not a great idea at the best of times, and when you can’t break your own fall it’s a worse idea than usual.\n\nStill, she was leaning happily against him as he maneuvered her out to the dance floor and melded into the drunk crowd. “Ready to make good on the bet?” Mark almost yelled into her ear to be audible above the music and she gave an excited nod as he pulled the small black remote out and dialed it up to 5. She might have moaned, but if she did no one heard it over the music and Mark quickly put his arms around her as she began to shiver slightly.\n\nHe placed both hands firmly on her ass, massaging it as the toy inside her worked its magic, he checked the straps around her hips holding it in were still tight and felt the slight vibrations of the motor through them. The straps connected between her legs to hold the dildo firmly in place while it worked, a motor inside it not only making it vibrate but also thrust and retract. The small motor made the dildo pump into her just barely off beat from the music everyone else was hearing, making her small jolts in Mark’s arms look like the awkward shuffling of someone particularly drunk.\n\nMark danced and dragged her along with him, deliberately bumping her into others on the dance floor and almost letting the jacket slip off her shoulders once. Her look of fear in those moments only made her nipples harder, hard enough to be clearly outlined by her dress and Mark turned the dial up to 7. \n\nHe had to hold her tight to keep her from falling as the toy sped up its thrusts and with her next to his ear he could hear her muffled moans even through the gag and over the music. “I think you like this more than I do.” He smirked to her and was rewarded with madly flushing cheeks as he turned the dial up to max.\n\nShe tensed against him as the toy went wild and her legs spasmed beneath her and he held her upright by his tight grip on her ass, her eyes had closed and she was twitching against him in anticipation as the music suddenly cut out. \n\nAn angry crowd of ‘boo’s went out as he muttered into her ear. “Hold it.” She whimpered through the gag as someone spotted the power chord that had gotten pulled out. “Just a bit longer.” He muttered as she whimpered again and someone close by looked around confused by the sound. Then the plug was back in and with a brief screech of feedback the music was back. A loud cheer erupted and it more than the music hid her moan.\n\nHe felt it more than he heard it, her whole body going tense and spasming jerkily in his arms as she was unable to hold it back anymore. The crowd’s distraction was the only reason no one else noticed as she leaned against him and practically grinded against his thigh as she came, she rode it out as everyone else started dancing against and Mark slowly turned down the intensity of the toy. She was a quivering mess barely able to stand by the time the song came to an end and Mark led her off the dance floor. \n\nHe made some excuse about Lisa not feeling well to the guys at the door and led her back to their car before he undid the leather cuffs. She rubbed at her wrists while he gently undid the tap over her mouth and the gag popped out. She looked up at him with playful eyes as she licked her dry lips. \n\n“Did you have fun?” Mark smirked as he leaned down and gave her a kiss.\n\n“Fun?” She asked with glint in her eye. “There’s gonna be payback next time I win.” She assured him as she put both arms around his neck and held him close. \n\n“I’m counting on it.” Mark grinned as they let the cool air calm them down a bit before they got into the car and headed home."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Dating a telepath has had its quirks. You cruised through the first phase of your relationship, arguments end in a flash, but most strange of all is how they know you are aroused before you even do | [
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"content": "If there was any wonder in this world, then it definitely was her boyfriend. Even now Nora would pinch herself from time to time to make sure that this wasn’t a dream and that she really dated a telepath.\n\nWhen they first met, she was quite suspicious. It was enough for her to think about something, and then the conversation would follow the direction of her thoughts. Later on, Jack admitted that he never planned to tell her about being a telepath in the first place. If only he wouldn’t make that slip by answering her unvoiced question… Unfortunately for him, Jack was too drunk to deny the fact that he wasn’t your regular guy-next-door.\n\nThat supernatural trait made him nearly perfect. Maybe even too perfect, because the very moment she felt uneasy about something, he already knew what was wrong and how to fix it. Including times when Nora was too shy to admit that she felt horny… Again.\n\nBut sometimes she missed being alone. Before they moved in together, the relationship was great; she felt lucky to find such a partner. Jack heard all her secret desires the very moment she thought of them. But Nora barely imagined the complications of living together with a telepath. She thought it was hard for Jack to use his talent all the time. On the contrary, he got tired by trying to shut off his telepathic ability. Jack could even retell her dreams! Including wet ones.\n\nJack’s I-know-everything smug smirk annoyed her. Right now, even more than ever, she wanted to wipe it off his face.\n\n“Are you sure you do?” Jack was already in the kitchen, even though he appeared to fall asleep on the couch the last time she checked the guestroom.\n\n“Hey, you weren’t supposed to hear my thoughts from another room!”\n\n“Sorry, babe. Couldn’t resist your idea of wiping something off my face.”\n\nJack stood so close she could smell his perfume. This warm scent of citrus and wood reminded her of naughty harem stories, where Sultan would tame his fierce concubines during endless nights of pure pleasure.\n\n“So that’s what you want?” Just now Nora realized what she had thought of. But her embarrassment immediately turned into slight anger when she saw that cocky smirk of Jake’s.\n\n“No idea what you’re talking about. Let me pass.”\n\n“If you really are not horny… I will.” Jake pressed Nora into the corner and took her hand by the wrist, guiding it under her satin skirt. Nora squeaked and tried to stop the movement, and Jake immediately noticed that.\n\n“What, you don’t want to go anywhere?”\n\n“You won’t let me.”\n\n“We will just check your pussy. If it is dry, I’ll let you go.”\n\nThere was no way she could gain the upper hand in this situation. She hated how Jack always knew when she was aroused, even before she did."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Human! We have toppled your governments and enslaved your race. Kneel before us as you will spend the rest of your life a petty servant to our majest- why are you turned on right now?! | [
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"content": "(A little silly and totally not my normal kink, but I had a flash of inspiration and needed to write it out. I hope you enjoy!)\n\nLook... what can I say? It's my kink, you know. Normally I can hide it better, but I wasn't expected to be the highest ranking government official after an alien invasion. I worked in the Department of Transportation for god's sake! I just happened to be doing a coffee run when the takeover happened and now, whoops, I'm the only one left to greet our new sexy, sexy alien overlords.\n\nSorry.\n\nI know it's awkward, but I literally spent all of last night masturbating to stories of being captured as a slave by an alien race and taken back to their planet to be used as a sexual plaything. And now here you are, standing right in front of me, and you don't seem to be wearing clothes so I can see all your appendages and... ughhhh, fuck, I think I'm drooling a little bit.\n\nI mean, really, you told me to ***kneel***. You're probably not familiar with that term's slang usage, but just thinking about it has my mouth watering as I picture myself sucking on... which of those dangly bits is your sex organ? I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know that's really forward of me, but honestly, I just want to wrap my lips around that thick, turgid... is it a tentacle? Does it secrete sperm... or well, whatever you guys call reproductive cells? It honestly doesn't even matter because all I can think about is having it fill my mouth, stretching my lips around that viscous skin, feeling you slide into my throat...\n\nSorry, sorry, I'm paying attention your Majesty.... unghhhh, god, it feels so sexy to say that. And a little taboo, you know? I just really love the Master/slave dynamic. Do you want me to call you Master? That would be so hot. I could probably cum right now, just from hearing you issue those orders in that strong, exotic voice. You speak English really well, by the way. Although, if you want to call me derogatory names in your own language, I'd be really into that too. Fuck... when you called me \"Human\", like I was totally inferior to you, I could feel my pussy clenching.\n\nRight, we were talking about your enslavement of the human race. Ok, yeah, go on... Oh wait, do you have a slave outfit that you have in mind for us? Like a reference pic? Or, woah, you guys don't seem to wear clothes, so you'll probably want us to be naked too? Fuck, I'll get naked for you right now. You can have your first taste of human anatomy. You don't mind, right? I'm so turned on right now my bra is already tight and I bet you've noticed the tips of my nipples jutting through my shirt.\n\nHere, look! I'm completely naked and on my knees for you, oh great Master! Do you like my tits? They're secondary sexual organs for human females. Human males too sometimes, although they're less prominent on them. Please don't mind how wet my pussy looks... Pussy is slang for the primary female sexual organ. As I mentioned, this whole situation is just my perfect fantasy, you know?\n\nAnyway... where were we? Oh right! Please accept our humble *submission* to your grand Majesty! Our *bodies* and *minds* and *holes* belong to you now, to do with as you please. Allow us to surrender to you, Master. We will *serve* at your *pleasure*. *Use* us for your gratification....\n\nWait! Where are you going!? You just conquered us! Wait! Take me with yoooouuuuuu!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your new girfriend is a werewolf. A werewolf who is dominant in her human form and submissive in her wolf form. Her mindset when human is ashamed her wolf side is so submissive, and likewise when she's a wolf she feels guilty about her human side's dominant behavior. | [
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"content": "Her name was Ally. We met at a coffee shop, her love for magic and the magical vibe I got from her is what lead to me dating her. 4 months of friendship and coffee meets and now we’re actually dating. It’s amazing.\n\nThough I wonder why she seems so instant on being on top, not that I mind. It’s just odd.\n\n“So you wanted to be dom real badly because?”\n\n“I just... I need to be okay. I’m ashamed of something in me that is weak.”\n\n“You don’t have to share if you don’t want to, I’ll love ya either way.”\n\nShe started kissing me. I could feel her tongue pushing deep into my throat, I almost choked. It feel so good, she wouldn’t let me go either. So wether I want to or not, I am at her mercy. Though as she gets more and more intense, she gets hairier. \n\nNext I notice is that her mouth is longer? Wait that can’t be possible. I opened my eyes to see for myself only to feel her tongue pull out and to see a more wolf like creature on top of me.\n\nTo say I was scared was an understatement.\n\n“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. She can get carried away with her kissing.”\n\n“Wait she? Who are you and what have done with Ally? And get off of me too.”\n\nShe actually got off of me. Didn’t think it be that easy to get a werewolf off ya.\n\n“My name is Alexia. Ally is the human personality and I’m the werewolf personality. Ever since she was cruse the two of us have tried our best to live a symbiotic life together.”\n\n“And Ally didn’t share knowledge about you cause?”\n\n“She doesn’t like how submissive I am in bed.”\n\n“I see. Well if I want to Ally I’ll have to be familiar with you as well huh? Quick question, how did you even change into werewolf form?”\n\n“It happens when she gets very excited or scared. This time it seem to be excitement. You must mean a lot to her if that’s the cast.”\n\n“Well... that’s one way to look at it. So how do you two change to human? Is like a time limit, she has to calm down, or?”\n\n“It’s calming down, though it’s not happening cause I want to have a turn with you.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Anything Ally gets to have I get to have too.”\n\n“Fine, but I am not banging while you’re a wolf, not sure what’ll happen and I rather not find out.”\n\n“What about a kiss?”\n\n“Give me that neck”\n\nI pull her by the shoulders and bite her neck. Kissing it while leaving hickey marks. A little hard to do when you have to spit out fur every 5 seconds. So I move back to the mouth and try to kiss her as deep as she did me, but that wasn’t happening given how wide and big her mouth was. So I bit her tongue instead while scratching her chin. As I did this she started moving slower and her body got smaller and less hairy. Alexia return to the mind while Ally regain control. I think that’s how they worked.\n\n“Hey babe.”\n\n“Yes?”\n\n“Thank you for not running away or being disgusted with my wolf form. A lot of guys either run in terror or are disappointed at the lack of dom energy Alexia has.”\n\n“Well I said I would love ya no matter what after all.”\n\n“You have no idea how great this is to me. Finally a guy who is chill around my wolf form and knows how to help me return. Hope ya like me and Alexia cause you’re not leaving my life now.”\n\nTook me awhile to think of a story but I like it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your study partner is cute, sure. But she’s older than you, and doesn’t seem to have any interest in you or what you do. That is, until you utter a very simple phrase. The words “good girl” change her entire persona in an instant. | [
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"content": "\"Daaaaaddy...?\" I watch as her eyes blink twice and she pushes her hands into the couch, sliding her body up a second, turning to face me and blink. She eyes me up and down for a second as if seeing me for the first time, but with a look that every guy wants and only few get.\n\nShe stares at my face, her eyes glaze down taking in my body in white shirt, my chest and arms, my crotch in grey sweats. My legs and back up, before ending in a cock drunk glaze of stare at my lips, biting middle into her full pink lip. \n\nWith a devilish smile and a light tip of her head forward, her perfectly round glasses slide off her face, and she slips the pin from her hair, shaking it loose and framing her face, the slight curling black hair in waves. She stares with that cock drunk eye glaze, her lips pouting as she pads forward on hands to me. \n\nI slip up on the palms of mine, backed into the arm of the sofa. She pads up until her arms are around either side of me, her face close to mine. Her freckle-dappled nose and cheeks are slightly flushed, her breathing a pant. \n\nShe sighs looking at me, curling up beside and her top slipping to show the plush of cleavage. I begin to shake my head but catch myself. \n\nShe pouts *perfectly*, \"What did you just call me, Daddy?\"\n\nI gulp. \"Stop fucking around. What- are you doing...\"\n\nShe pouts, then grins, another lip bite, before it sucks free. *\"You finally showed your true intentions, you dirty boy...*\"\n\nShe sits back on her heels and blinks cutely. \"Tell you what. Since you're such a dominant fuckboy we're gonna do this once, perv.\" She turns around and leans forward slowly on elbows. I see her back arch down before she slides like a snake into place, wiggling behind side to side charming me, and finally hugs the cushion before hooking her thumb in waistband and snapping it. \n\n\"Tell me why I'm a good girl. Pwease?\" She turns to glance back at me. I'm already sliding forward, pushing my hand into her back and making the arch that much worse. She moans, a slight whine, but then nodding and her hands around her head as she's arched into the couch, then back into my crotch.\n\n\"Because you're *giving in*... to what you need...\" I whisper, realising it's taken her doing so to make the same happen to me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What you've heard is true. Goblin girls are practically perfect dick-sucking height. | [
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"content": "I was a bard and my party knew of my intentions, they made sure I could never get any opportunities to get laid with anyone, monster or otherwise. It was even as if god himself continued to try and stop me, and no matter what I tried, I could never satisfy my lustful desires.\n\nI decided one night at a town we stopped at to go take a walk to get some fresh air, however I accidentally wandered deeper into a forest as I was lost.\n\n\"Gods damn it. Now I'm lost AND horny, what now?\"\n\nIt was a lone goblin rouge with a knife tried to get the jump on me. However I quickly avoided the slash from it's knife and played a tune with my lute to stop it as the goblin was sent flying into a tree as it dropped it's knife and fell to the ground in pain.\n\n\"Wait! Pl-please don't kill me.\" The goblin shouted in fear, revealing a female voice as it took off the hood to reveal a very cute and beautiful face and long flowing green locks, she was the prettiest goblin I've ever seen.\n\n\"I- I don't want to die!\" She cried as she got on her knees to beg.\n\nI actually blushed and asked, \"Why did you attack me?\"\n\nThe goblin sniffed and said, \"I thought you were some big monster invading the forest, it was so dark it was hard to tell that you weren't a monster until I realized too late.\n\nI then looked at her, I wasn't going to kill her like this, she seemed like she really meant it. I thought for a moment and said, \"Tell you what, you do me a favor and I promise to spare you. Deal?\"\n\nShe nodded, \"Deal, now what is it that you-\"\n\nI then removed my pants and underwear to reveal my cock and balls to her as I grabbed a handful of hair and I shoved my long penis into her mouth, it felt like heaven since it's been so long as I continued to ram my dick down her throat.\n\nThe rumors were true, goblins were at a perfect dick sucking height.\n\nThe goblin didn't seem to mind and soon starting to suck my dick on her own as she worked her way towards the base herself. She seemed to enjoy this as well as until she managed to get my entire cock in her mouth, her nose against my pubic hair and my balls smacking her chin.\n\nSoon I eventually hit my climax as my warm semen flooded her throat as the goblin drank every last drop of it until her mouth flooded with cum.\n\n\"My my, you seemed to enjoy that just as much as I did.\" I said as I put my cock away, wiping it off by using her hair like a cum rag.\n\n\"Tell you what, my team has been looking for a rouge for a while, if you join us you might get more of this dick in the future.\"\n\nThe goblin looked at me and said, gasping for breath, but with lust in her eyes, \"You know what, I think you've might have convinced me.\"\n\nI smiled, \"Baby, this might be the start of a beautiful relationship.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Twins swap places, to test whether their boyfriends can really tell them apart. They didn't have much ofa plan for what to do when things suddenly got hot and heavy... | [
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"content": "Alice smirked at Chloe, “John could tell in a heartbeat.”\n\n“I don’t know… we are awfully similar…” said Chloe with an innocent smile, watching the two men leap into the pool while lounging in her white bikini. “... Chris could tell though, he would know in 2 minutes at most.”\n\nAlice's attention drifted off her sister to her own tight little body in her black bikini, then up to the two men in the pool. “If we started at the same time, John would come out first.”\n\n“Bet you a weeks shopping, you're wrong.” sang Chloe.\n\n“I’ll take that bet… wait.” Alice furrowed her brow, she wanted to prove her little sister wrong but that would involve getting quite naked with Chris… no it wouldn’t because John would know and she would win before having to strip. Alice could see Chloe come to a similar conclusion.\n\n“We swap now?” said Chloe.\n\nAlice nodded to herself. “Now. They won't even notice we are gone.”\n\n\\-\n\nAlice eyed herself in the mirror, stepping close in her twin’s white bikini, she looked over her small frame, a hand running down her side. Alice put her knee up on the sink, drawing in close, admiring the small triangle of white that hid her beneath, a hand sliding down to her inner thighs then pausing. She was in her sister's clothes, she could do this later, she couldn’t get distracted by her gorgeous reflection now. Alice washed her face to drive away the lust her reflection had arisen and stepped out of her apartment to the shared pool. Chloe had already adopted Alices’ persona, she scrolled through her phone while sitting on her chair. Something clicking in her mind that she was looking at herself from the outside.\n\n\\-\n\nAlice watched Chloe smile and bounce just as she did, offering a towel to John and pecking him on the lips, it was an out of body experience. She shook her head as Chris’ arm wrapped around her back and guided her to his apartment, Chloe’s giggles and imitation of her was hauntingly accurate and she was thrown off her game. Perhaps she was wrong about John winning…\n\nChris closed the door and Alice stepped into the apartment that was a mirror of her’s, Chris’ hands wrapped immediately around her hips.\n\n“Seeing you and your twin together like that does it to me everytime.” he whispered into the back of her hair, his hands closing around her waist to pull her back against his erection.\n\nAlice was unsure what to make of it, she was in so much deeper than expected, Chris’ hand ran down her waist toward her bikini sliding immediately inside to feel her slit finding it still excited from when she was admiring herself in the bathroom. Chris’ finger slid over her clit and she froze.\n\n“I… I’m Alice.” \n\n“So it was today she decided to ask you? You can pretend to be her if you want…” said Chris.\n\n“No, no, I'm fine… she wins.” said Alice, removing Chris’ hand from her waist.\n\n“I suppose we had better tell John then, unless you want to stay...”\n\n“Lets go tell John.” said Alice, turning Chris’ broad shoulders toward the door. Alice froze for a moment by the mirror. She didn’t recognise herself, there was no creeping lust at her own face.\n\n“We need to go see John now and stop this!” said Alice in a panic, fearing that seeing her sister had broken whatever made her lust after her reflection so much, she needed to fix it before the break was permanent.\n\nAlice’s hands fumbled with the spare key, opening the apartment to hear her own moans emanating from the bedroom, she dashed across the house with Chris in tow to…\n\nIt was *her* in the bedroom, she was riding John and it was back… her naked hips, his tight fingers squeezing her flesh as her face lolled over to smile at Chris behind her perspective.\n\n“That’s hot.” said Chris simply, her perspective’s hand had run down into her bikini already, her clit burned to be touched. John was moaning out her name as her perspective squeezed against the doorframe, biting down on her bottom lip as a finger slid inside herself.\n\nAlice’s reflection beckoned over Chris while ignoring her. \n\nAlice’s perspective turned to Chris, “You can join them but… call her Alice.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’re an exceedingly bright, funny, hugely popular college student. Well respected, top of your class, the works. Your only weakness? ‘Positions’, by Ariana Grande. For whatever reason, whenever you hear the lyric ‘switching the positions for you’... you instantly drop face down, ass up. | [
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"content": "Nichalos Anderson: head of debates club, charming beyond the most mystical fairy tales, top of the grade in all chosen subjects; a young man destined for greatness with a golden path paved with the lucky alchemy of genetics, personality and family. Friends on the right side of life, no enemies worth mentioning, a girlfriend out of romance novel in a healthy, satisfying relationship. Great rapport with the school staff and the local neighborhood and its church, where he volunteered in programmes to benefit the less fortunate - not for something as vain as the classic “good deed for the day” or the recognition; Nichalos believed in being the change he wished to witness in the world.\n\nSo, how did he end up in a battle of fists and blood?\n\nRather simple, though a tale as old as time. A young freshman, acne and fresh in his oversized school uniform, found himself in the unfortunate situation of being caught in the middle of thugs in need of some cash. To Nichalos, his reaction was a simple one: approach with the hope of some words and compensation to leave the freshman alone. While this method offered the freshman a reprieve from the beating, they were interested in more... \n\nNichalos Anderson was pinnacle of beauty for his age with a jaw sculpted by a genetic artist, accompanied by deceptively vulnerable eyes and maintained hair. He bore an air of nobility which the thugs lacked in abundance, and they desired what they could never have.\n\nThough they surrounded Nichalos with strikes and kicks, he proved himself above the common victim. Such a display was enough to spur the freshman into action, as he fled the scene through the chaos and distraction. Nichalos found himself alone, but there was nothing to fear when he was capable of dodging with a precision which left his opponents staggered - and where his fists struck true.\n\nIn minutes, the thugs were on their knees, muddied in their humiliation and exhaustion - crippled by failure and agony burning into their flesh. \n\nNichalos was no sadist, nor was he ignorant to their struggles. He pulled out some cash from his wallet and placed at his feet: enough to purchase a meal for the night; though not enough for them to leave this life behind, he hoped this day would offer them perspective into compassion and the hurt they have caused others. \n\nNichalos turned to leave, but then he heard it - the dreaded song which haunted his life forever. \n\nHis heart raced and his body fought, but experience has taught him the despair and futility of resistance. His vision blurred, glassed over by a wetness, but he held true to his resolve and bit back the tears. Each step he attempted to make felt akin to kicking a boulder in the hopes of budging it forward. He was weak. He was powerless. He was on his knees. His face was on the ground. His ass pointed to the air. \n\nA bitch. \n\nThrough misty eyes, he discovered the source of such haunting music from a fallen, forgotten phone: the freshman’s. \n\nHe would have uttered a curse, but he felt two firm hands at his ass. He attempted to resist, but his body was familiar with this sensation. It would hurt him still, it always did, but his body always betrayed him. That was what hurt the most. The powerlessness; the fantasy of these men believing the have broken his body and mind; their audacity to believe he enjoyed this.\n\nBut, he never asked for this curse. \n\nHe never asked for his mother to use him as a toy to satisfy her perversions behind his father’s back; he never asked for these thugs to touch and prod and peel away his pants. He never asked to be spanked like a pig being ridiculed before slaughter. He never asked for their words on his puckered, used hole. He never asked for the head of a cock to be pressed to his ass.\n\n... And as he felt his body being pierced through, he never asked to moan and become their bitch. \n\nHe never asked to exist."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she said she'd be free use if they kept the house spotless, she didn't expect them to actually do it! The place looked like a showroom, and part of her was really, really getting used to being their sex toy... | [
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"content": "Ethel walked around basically naked at this point. Just thigh highs and a belly shirt.\n\nShe made a promise, and she intended to keep.\n\nTheir apartment was spotless. Her five roommates worked hard to keep it like that, and when they moved in she made the deal to be at their beck and call if the kept it up. And by god they did it.\n\nEthel was a petite girl. Cute button nose, bright green eyes, auburn hair. She was a doll.\n\nLaying on the couch in her birthday suit, she watched whatever was on tv.\n\nSam came into the room, took one look at her, and nearly pitched a tent right there.\n\n\"Were you serious when you said...\" he stammered.\n\nShe sighed, \"yah. Yah I was.\"\n\n\"Cool... uh can I?\" He said.\n\nEthel gave him a look somewhere between 'I'm not going to repeat myself' and 'just get it over with.'\n\nHe dropped his shorts right there. No one else was home, though he wasn't sure they'd care given Ethel was naked the whole time.\n\n\"Just don't block the tv,\" Ethel said, sitting up amd spreading her legs. \"And don't cum in me. I'm not on birth control.\"\n\n\"Right,\" he said awkwardly. He slid next to her on the couch, positioning himself. She better angled to receive him but otherwise stayed glued to the tv.\n\nSam's long cock quivered in anticipation. It'd been awhile since he'd gotten laid, though he didn't expect this would be his next.\n\nHe teased her entrance a bit with his head.\n\n\"Would it be cool if I played with you tits?\"\n\n\"Sure, but just know I am soaking so don't wait too long.\"\n\nHe wasn't sure he could get any harder.\n\nSure enough, she was slick and eager for him. She practically pulled him in. Only a slight gasp escaped her.\n\nTaking the hint, he began. Slowly at first, he let out his stress on her warm, wet pussy.\n\nOn and on he pumped, trying to plunge as deep as he could without getting in the way of the tv.\n\nIt was a balancing act, but soon she was too enthralled with his work.\n\nHer gasps turned to sighs, which became moans.\n\nEthel threw her head back as she let out cries of pleasure. It was a crashing wave of ecstasy. And still he pumped away.\n\nSam couldn't handle it much longer. With a dozen more quick thrusts he reached the edge.\n\nJust barely remembering what she had said, he pulled out and with two quick strokes he fired his load all across her stomach.\n\nSam laid back on the couch, catching his breath\n\nEthel sat there, dumbstruck. The selfish didn't even let her finish. The realization neither put her off. But she collected herself.\n\nRubbing her clit with two fingers, she brought herself to climax in short order.\n\nThe two sat there, heaving.\n\nKeys in the front signalled someone just got home. Janet, the only other woman in the house, walked in.\n\nShe took one look at the mess they made and smiled slyly. \"Hope you're ready for round two in a bit, Ethel.\"\n\nWith that, Janet went to her room.\n\nEthel looked at Sam who was a bright shade red.\n\n \"Next time, at least let me finish,\" she finally said."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I always go all in on my cosplay. And I strive for 100% accuracy all the time. So I didn’t really have any choice when the new issue came out the week of the con and DC decided that batgirl was going to be a freeuse super hero. Like I said I always go for 100% cosplay accuracy. | [
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"content": "Got [a little inspiration ;)](https://www.reddit.com/r/rule34/comments/kdkrzh/batgirl_trophy_of_the_criminals_orbanga21_dc/)\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara hesitated over the suit she'd spent months hand-crafting, scissors in hand. It didn't feel right, altering it like this. The cuts would be too precise; it wouldn't have any *motion* to it. She tugged on the spandex, but it stretched and slid in her hands, dutifully molding to all her force. Exasperated, she tossed the black top aside and stared at the crotch of her leggings.\n\nHer fingers traced the gentle seam down the middle, teasing where her clit would be in 12 short hours.\n\n\"Ugh,\" she flopped backward, breasts carrying her t-shirt up and exposing her midriff. \"What am I going to do?\" She looked up, expecting her boyfriend to care, or at least sneak a look at the underboob shot she was providing him from the living room. Instead, he was texting.\n\nWithout looking up, he said, \"You shaved yet?\" \n\nThe comic clearly showed in multiple panels that Barbara Gordon was immaculately hairless. Sara intended to wait until morning, but her boyfriend's tone made her sit up. \"Babe? What're you planning?\"\n\n\"Get in the shower.\" He threw her batwoman top back at her. \"By the time you're done, we'll have you looking *perfect*.\" He stood in the hall, still typing away.\n\n*We?* She thought with a flush. They both knew several makeup artists and costume gurus, maybe that was what he was up to. She shrugged, padding off to the shower with her costume bunched up under one arm. He caught her just as she reached the bathroom door, swatting her hard on the ass.\n\nHard. It sent her doubled over into the vanity. Her left leg gave out, and stung even after. \"What the fuck, Ben?\"\n\nHe swiped into another app, one with the newest comic pulled up. There was a distinct, large handprint on batgirl's left butt cheek in one of the panels. \n\n\"Might have to freshen it up tomorrow, but should round you out well.\" He shooed her into the room and shut the door, flexing his hand. \n\nSara knew it must have stung, because the redness on her backside was already radiating heat. She had to take a cold shower because anything warmer flared up the mark on her ass and made her wince. \n\nAs Sara shaved, she followed the razor with a delicate hand, enjoying the feel of her immaculate curves. Her hand strayed to her slit, but she resisted more than a playful swipe. Through the water trickling off her back and legs, she heard a knock at the door.\n\n*What was he planning?*\n\nEnd of Pt. 1"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were abducted by a harpy until she was ambushed and you were abducted by a lamia, who lost you to a satyr. You managed to escape...into the horny arms of a minotaur | [
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"content": "Piri lay on the comfortable silken sheets, it had been 3 days since her last summoning and no hands had been inside her. The room was the strange organic shape of the inside of a colossal gauntlet laying palm down. The walls were the shining silver of steel plates glowing in the warmth of the ever burning fireplace. The thumb was her bathroom; Index a small kitchen that would replenish itself after each summoning; middle finger was a library filled with books; ring was a gym and pinky was storage. Piri spent most of her time lounging on the palm, reading new books and learning new languages. It was the only life she had ever known. Piri felt the metal hand over her pelvis, the only item of clothing she wore grow warm. It seemed she had been pulled out of that damn bag! Something was different this time. Piri didn’t recognise the fingers, they were callaced and larger than she was used to. It would seem the satyr had met his end… or simply lost it. Or the unthinkable, Piri had been sold. Piri pushed the thought away, she was priceless, nobody would sell her gauntlet. Piri closed her book and rolled to her back, feeling the tentative fingers work their way toward her opening. Piri felt a strong wide finger slide inside her then pull away quickly.\n\n“Don’t be shy, your hand is large but I stretch to fit.” said Piri.\n\nThe gauntlet would change shape to the wielder, Piri was just glad this one had no nails like that damn harpie. Regardless of the hands shape though, Piri instinctively wanted to be worn.\n\nPiri gasped feeling 1, 2, 3… fingers slide into her. Finally the whole hand reached up inside her and Piri was left a gasping mass on the floor.\n\n“Holy shit your hand is big.”\n\nPiri’s fingers ran down to the metal bikini, feeling the inert human metal hand that seemed to be a cover for her modesty but acted as a portal into her pussy. As fingers slid into her gauntlet, they too would slide into her. Piri felt the fingers moving within her, testing the fit before the fingers came together and snapped.\n\nPiri blinked into a grassy field. Seeing chunks of satyr strewn about her. A minotaur stood before her, his gauntleted hand raised with the result of his fingersnap. Piri knew a fair bit of Bovinian.\n\n“Greetings bearer of my gauntlet.” said Piri with eloquence and bowed low. Piri felt his fingers curl inside her and looked up to see an axe. It was going to be one of those.\n\nThe axe swung toward her and just as it bit into her shoulder she was back in her room. Piri stepped toward the library, intent to find a book on Bovinian when she felt the snap once more and was back in the grassy field. The warm sun bleeding heat into her naked skin. The minotaur turned to her with raised eyebrows.\n\n“You won't survive a second swing!” he grumbled.\n\n“Bet you I will.” said Piri in Bovinian.\n\nPiri was back in her room and back on the field just as quick.\n\n“If I kill you, I'll break the curse on this gauntlet.” said the Minotaur.\n\n“Not a curse!”\n\nRoom, Field.\n\n“Bored yet?”\n\nRoom, Field.\n\nPiri waited with a cocked eyebrow. The minotaur hesitated, lowering his axe to his side.\n\n“First of all you cud muncher… I’m not cursed!”\n\n“Watch your language.”\n\n“You started it!”\n\n“You’re the spirit of the glove?”\n\n“Gauntlet!... yes. You can summon me with a snap of your fingers and I think you worked out the dismissal part. Before you ask, my gauntlets great for punching but I myself? Useless in a fight. I can distract a spell or two.”\n\n“What are you useful for then?”\n\n“I specialise in languages and storytelling.”\n\n“Huh… Why is the glove warm and wet?” Said the minotaur as he eyed his hand, wiggling his fingers to draw a gasp from Piri.\n\n“N-no reason.” said Piri.\n\nThe minotaur narrowed his eyes at Piri then drew his hand slowly out of the metal before thrusting it back in. Piri flinched and her knees grew weak.\n\n“You’re either in heat or lying.” said the minotaur. A smart bull… she’d had stranger owners."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Horny parasites have infected every woman within a hyper conservative office building. Already on thin ice this month, you try your best to ignore the unfolding debauchery all around you | [
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"content": "Claire frantically presented her ID to the security guard checkpoint and jogged for the elevator. An email to the boss CC'd to the entire building, failing to get her report in on time and now running late. Claire was on thin ice. She punched the button, taking the moment to smooth down her blouse. No matter what happens today, head down, arse up and get your shit done. Claire could not afford to lose this job.\n\nThe elevator door opened to reveal Alice on her knees, eyes begging Simon for something as he stood before her. The f… not Claire’s problem, get the report done! Claire's heels clacked through the office, was that moaning? Was someone under John’s desk? Why is Claire so distracted? She sat down clicking on her PC and with her arms close to her sides her hands went into a flurry of unpacking the essentials: water bottle, phone, charger, glasses.\n\nPassword, reports, typing… Claire was going to get it done. People were at the wrong desks, Claire would have known why if she had of set the right damn alarm. She would also understand why Mr Thatcher was currently unzipping his fly and holding Sarah by a fistfull of her hair… Probably. She was getting distracted, Claire put in the headphones, simple repetitive electronics that left the language center of her brain open to the page, punching out words like bullets from a rifle. Images flitted around her. Simon and Tom fucking Alice from opposing sides on the photocopier as it spat out a slideshow of her antics. Was it a casual Friday... On a Wednesday? Claire noted the errant word and backspaced the imposter that snaked from her thoughts.\n\nThe 0.4% increase in survey responses was ‘culminating’ not ‘climaxing’.\n\nThat was the kind of freudian slip that would be the last straw.\n\nClaire dived to the kitchen as her outlook slowly opened, leaping over the duo in missionary to slap together a coffee.\n\n“Boil faster asshole!” said Claire to the kettle as she fought the purple tentacles that snaked their way up her thighs. It was beneath her skirt, tugging at her underwear. Claire she sat on the counter, a heel on the chair, the other on Sarah to keep the origin of the tentacles at bay. \n\n‘Click’. The kettle was done and she tried to keep balance as she relented to the tentacles, allowing them deep inside as pulled herself along the bench back to her cup. She splashed milk… noone would know it was her, fuck it. Claire was relieved to see a tentacle detach itself and worm it’s way inside her. Sarah wasn’t going to distract her in the kitchen again while she needed to work.\n\nClaire stepped around the growing orgy, a wet slimy mass of writhing flesh while focussing on her coffee to not spill it. The last of the purple disappearing inside her, quite considerate. All things considered the morning was less distracting than usual. Claire typed one handed, sipping coffee with the other, her foot tapping to the music as her clit throbbed with need. Horny? It could wait, she was almost done! Claire was relieved to feel Sarah’s tongue at her clit, the office had joked that she could hold a conversation with you underwater but thankfully it was a gross exaggeration. Claire stood over her desk, typing as her leg hooked around the back of Sarah’s neck. She was practically using her as a chair which suited Claire just fine. Sarah’s tongue was busy with something that didn’t distract Claire’s language center so she could still type and not appear rude. Claire was getting closer. The tongue ran into a frenzy as her leg started to shake. Almost there. She could feel it pulsing, on the verge of the final staccato note. The tendril inside her coiled outward, fucking Sarah’s throat to a gluck gluck gluck in time with her music, all the while while running over her G spot. Almost, so close… Claire hit send, feeling relief wash over her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On a hike through the woods you come across a chassis that’s been there for quite awhile. It was an advanced model with synthetic skin, growth simulation and different body shape settings with presets that can be made. All yours if you fix her up. | [
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"content": ">!No sexscene.!<\n\nJohn squatted down, the hand that had given him pause was attached to an arm. Bonus. John lifted the log and scattered the leaves to see a torso and head, machine, old synthetic. \n\n“You’re going to fetch a pretty penny.” said John.\n\nJohn uncovered the legs and other arm, the whole thing was intact. John didn’t know much about machines but he knew they fetched a very high price, some collector in the city would pay top dollar for a chassi still intact. John pulled off his glove and pressed his palm to the chest, still warm.\n\n“RTG’s still hot, goodbye mortgage, hello new tractor.”\n\nJohn took the extended hand and pulled the frozen machine out of the muck, the dead limbs cracking, shedding moss and leaves as he lifted a leg into a fireman's lift. Holding her over the back of his shoulders. \n\nJohn pulled his ute (two seater utility vehicle) into town and drove right up to the doctor, tapping out country music into his steering wheel before setting the handbrake and leaving the keys in the ignition. John stood by patiently, watching the doctors synthetic hands repair Simon’s, he had lost it when repairing a baler 3 months back. Turns out cows don’t mind Simon seasoned hay bales.\n\n“Be with you in a second John.” said Doctor Thatcher. The cigarette in his lips joined the smoke of the soldering iron to curl over his glasses and into his balding wispy hair.\n\n“That should do it Simon, stop checking the electric fences with it. Meat heals for free, this doesn’t.” \n\n“Sorry Doc.” said Simon, his curious eyes watching the doctor close down the casing.\n\n“Simon, how much did that new baler cost anyway?” asked John.\n\n“400” said Simon.\n\nJohn stroked his chin. Instead of borrowing Simon’s the two of them could run fields in half the time. John made the usual goodbyes to Simon, trying to contain his giddy excitement.\n\n“Doctor, I want to get a quote.” said John as he pulled back the tarp to reveal the twisted limbs of the doll, haphazardly laid into the tray of his ute.\n\n“Holy shit… she hot?” asked Doc.\n\n“Nah, just warm.”\n\n“Original RTG… probably on its third halflife, still, I assume you want me to look into a potential buyer.” said Doc.\n\nJohn snapped his fingers. “That’s it, new baler…. Maybe a new tractor. I’ll give you a cut if you help me sell her, you can upgrade those arms of yours.”\n\nDoc glanced to his hand, he didn’t mirror John’s excitement but that was Doc’s way since the war.\n\n“I’ll take a look John but in the meantime, take her home and clean her up, she will fetch a better price.”\n\n“How much higher?”\n\n“Few percent, but a few percent on a lot.” said Doc.\n\n\\-\n\nJohn pulled the ute into his workshop to sit beside his old tractor and grabbed the power washer. It was probably too much. It looked quite delicate with it’s thin fingers still reaching up toward him. John hauled the heavy body to his workbench instead, dropping some terps onto a rag and wiping away the grime. The bucket beside him slowly filled with dead leaves and clumps of moss. The skin was still smooth under all that garbage and John couldn’t see any outward damage. Nobody had confused it for a kangaroo or anything.\n\n“What happened to you?” asked John as the cloth cleaned up one of it’s fingers. He stared at it’s grimy face, the hair would need to be replaced. John’s hand paused with the rag.\n\n“Let’s clean your face first.”\n\nThe features were perfectly symmetrical, like an only fans model.\n\n“They did make you pretty, I’ll give you that.”\n\nJohn cut away the decomposed clothes, adding them to the bucket. The doctor was right, It would fetch a better price in this state.\n\n\\-\n\nJohn stood on his porch watching the herd of cows run alongside the car as it made its way up the driveway. He sipped his coffee and slowly stepped down toward the workshop as the little town car crackled in the morning sun. \n\n“Hey Doc, what brings you out here?”\n\n“Just taking a look at her and dropping off some stuff.”\n\n“Shit, you should have called, I could have sent a picture and picked it up on my next run.” said John, he gestured to the workshop with his mug.\n\n“She looks better.” said Doc.\n\n“Yeah, good advice on cleaning it by the way.”\n\n“You should probably keep her inside, I know you’re not worried about thieves but a straight man would turn crooked at the sight of her.”\n\nJohn felt silly again, he had a point.\n\n“I brought this.” said Doc, handing John an old worn book with ‘Michael Thatcher’ scrawled on the second page. ‘Diagnostics for dummies for dummies’\n\n“Eh, going to see how it’s doing inside?” asked John.\n\n“Well if you want to sell it as is…” said Doc.\n\n“No no, that makes sense, It will be fun, any potential buyers?”\n\n“A few but their prices are shit, they would just fix her up and flip her.”\n\n“Cheers for the book, want a coffee?”\n\n“Nah, I’m headed to Damian’s, make sure you put her inside.”\n\n“Will do Doc.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A devious college student goes around the school dressed as a girl and seduces other male students. The look on their faces as they realize they've been bamboozled is priceless! But then, the crossdressing rascal meets a guy who seems into the whole thing. | [
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"content": "\"Heya, cutie,\"\n\nNoah turned around to see one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen, leaning against a pillar nearby the college carpark.\n\nHer voice sounded like silk, drifting into his ears.\n\n\"Heya to you too,\" He said, trying to grin despite feeling a nervous pang in his stomach.\n\nShe twirled a strand of straight black hair inbetween her fingers. \"What are you doing on campus so late?\"\n\n\"Oh, just talking a late walk,\" he lied.\n\nIn all honesty, he'd been stood up by a girl he'd liked, and was heading back to go to sleep and lick his wounds.\n\nAs the girl leaned back against the pillar, she beckoned him towards her with two slender fingers, and he followed without hesitation.\n\nHis eyes drifted down to her sizable chest and his hands ached to touch her. _She had such a nice figure._\n\nHe snapped out of his dirty thoughts after hearing her flirty giggle.\n\nNoah's face turned red as she said, \"You really don't know where you should be looking, huh?\"\n\nHe grinned, despite himself. \"Yeah, guess I don't,\" He inched his hands towards her short skirt, skimming his hands through the plaid edges.\n\nThe girl sighed pleasantly, just as his hands were about to go up her skirt. \"See, cutie, there's just one tiny little problem,\" she sighed.\n\nHe grinned, keeping his hand on her waist. \"What is it? You wanna go somewhere more private?\"\n\nHis eager expression turned into shock as the girl brightly said in a suddenly lower voice, \"I'm a dude,\"\n\nHe stepped back slightly, confused. Other than the voice, what other indicators were there? Other than her slender hips, long and supple thighs...and her firm chest..\n\n_Nevermind. Focus, Noah._\n\n\"You're joking,\" he said, hoping that she was indeed joking.\n\nShe beamed at him as she slid her fingers under her scalp and took off the silky black wig to reveal the same silky black locks, but wavy and short.\n\nTo further prove the point, he jutted his hands into his blouse to pull out wads of cotton and tissue, some of which flutter to the floor.\n\nHe bursted out into laughter as Noah trained his eyes on the floor in shock, his face a steady red.\n\n\"That look on your face is priceless,\" the boy giggled as Noah cupped his face in his hands.\n\n\"Just..don't...tell anybody? Please?\" Noah mumbled, wholly embarrassed.\n\nThe boy stretched his hands, still chuckling. \"Don't worry, my lips are sealed. Next time, check your sources first. My name's Seungho, by the way.\"\n\nNoah immediately walked off towards the wrong direction, trying to forget the encounter.\n\nSeungho sighed, stuffing the cotton back into his chest. \"Hmph. What a fragile straight,\"\n\nHe arranged his wig back on his hand and cleared his throat. \"Back to business,\"\n\n\n(will upload next part soon, tell me what ya think!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I’m the newest wall slut. My picture hangs above my ass which is dangling through the wall. There is a whole gallery of girls with me who are available to use for anyone who wants. And on the other side of the wall our mouths are given to the staff. | [
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"content": "**Wall Slut**\n---------------------\n\nIt was a simple punishment, really. I could either get ten years for grand larceny in my jewelry heist or I could spend a month in the wall, free to use for anyone who frequented the area. \n\nI definitely wasn't about to spend my youth in a women's prison, so here I was, stripped nude and chained, my ass exposed to the public. My boyfriend hadn't been so lucky, not being given such a choice and having to spend ten years probably dealing with the horny, sex-deprived prisoners of Regato Prison. Whatever. My only complaint was how cold it was, having my butt exposed out the wall. \n\nThe cleaners and guards were the ones who used my mouth during off-times. It was disconcerting at first, to be so casually used, cocks sliding in and out of my mouth, pushing at my throat until tears streamed down my face killing my gag-reflex after the first week. After that, though, I grew numb to everything. \n\nThey really did take precautions, of course. All of us wall-sluts had to be tested weekly and be given birth-control even though condoms were required. The signs requiring condoms didn't really stop the occasional freaks who were totally willing to stuff their raw flesh into our holes, barely lubricated. I had become too numb to even moan anymore, my mind dissociating as cocks used me, slick flesh sliding in and out of me as balls slapped with meaty sounds. \n\nIt didn't matter to me, though. Two more weeks and it'd be over anyways. Two more weeks of sadists slapping my ass, degrading tally-marks of how many guys came on or in me, and being covered in splattered baby-batter at the end of every workday. At least they gave us two meals a day, showers, and a bed to sleep in at the end of each day. \n\nI didn't really mind not having lunch since I swallowed more than a meager meal from the many guards who clearly loved their job. What really freaked me out was how there were clearly pervs and degenerates who were chronic-felons for the simple desire of being railed by strangers. \n\nIt wasn't my business though. I just want to get out of here, but what can I do except let the cocks ram me for another two weeks before I leave. I just know one thing: I'm not getting caught next time, if it means I'll have to face such humiliation being used by such fucking degenerates."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She could tell that her breasts were getting a little bit bigger with every lollipop, and it even felt like there was a weird tingle in her lips now... But they just tasted so good! | [
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"content": "Critique is welcome, please be friendly though!\n\nShe unwrapped another lollipop and stuck it into her mouth. Another cherry, her favorite. It was a bit confusing when a box arrived in her mail, mainly because she hadn't ordered anything. It didn't even have a return address. Nevertheless, she opened it and inside was a delightfully bright green box, with red ribbon delicately tied around it. Attached was a tag that read, \"For you\" with nothing else. \n\nThinking back, it might not have been such a great idea to open it and try any of the assorted candies, but they were so bright and it was just so tempting! She started with a few of the many hard candies. They were a pastel green color, coated with a white powder in a ball shape. When she tasted it, it was delightfully sour, making her tongue tingle.\n\nAfter plowing through the rest of the box, she began to feel a bit heavier, which she chalked up to too much sugar. She was reaching the end of the box, with only a packet of lolipops left. Each one had a decorative design, from swirls to hearts to twisting mazes of sugar. They all had distinct flavors, the first was a wonderful blackberry flavor and was a deep, luxurious purple. She untangled the golden tie and unwrapped the plastic, and slowly put it in her mouth.\n\nWhat followed was a burst of flavor. The blackberry was rich and delicious, and the pop melted on her tongue. More importantly, was when she began to feel a heat build in her chest, and when she looked down, not only had her breasts gotten bigger, but were continuing to do so! The shock she felt was only overridden by her sudden lust, for another lollipop. She glanced over to the box, and it completely took over her mind. All she wanted was another pop, anything else could wait. \n\nShe seized the box, with wrappers from the other treats scattering over the floor. She brought the box up to her face, anticipating the taste of another. This time, she picked up a tantalizing tangy tangerine, she tore the wrapping open and brought it down the stick, then stuck it into her mouth. \n\nThis time, the burst of flavor filled her mouth, with tangerine flavorings permeating her tongue. The pop hung out of her mouth as her head tilted backwards. The pop dissipated just as fast, and left her craving another fix. She ignored anything around her and grabbed for the box again, and again, and again. \n\nFinally, she picked out the last pop. Another cherry, her favorite flavor. She took a moment before slowly unwrapping the pop, the tweed around it falling to the ground to the collection of other wrappers. She brought it up to her mouth, but before she could taste it, her body tensed. \n\nA burning heat built in her chest and spread around her body, her muscles tensed, her knees slammed together and suddenly, it all came flowing into her breasts as the size of them doubled, no tripled. Her top sprung open and her bra barely held together. She used to be as flat as a board, but now... Not so much. Panting, she sat down on the carpeted flooring and looked up with her tongue hanging out. She knew it was a bad idea to continue, but the lollipops were just so good, and something about them kept her coming for more...\n\nBut that wasn't it. After sitting and cooling off for a minute, she glanced to the floor next to her, and there it was - the bright red cherry lollipop. It was sitting atop a pile of plastic wrappers and shining in the sunlight. She only now noticed it was heart shaped, like a cheesy valentine's day present. Even after all of that, it had almost an allure to it.\n\nIt's like it was calling her. She crawled over and reached for it, then brought it up to her soft, sticky, pink lips and stuck it into her mouth. What followed was an explosion of flavor and feeling, with heat and tension spreading around her body and the cherry flavor coming to the forefront of her mind. She could feel her breasts swell with just a bit more size - too much for her bra to handle, which snapped and fell to the ground. \n\nThen, her head cleared. She snapped back to her senses and looked around, seeing her plain black bra sitting on the floor in front of her and wrappers all around, with the box and cover several feet apart. More importantly, she looked down and saw her new endowment. Finally, Katherine stood up, and began to clean up after a very eventful Wednesday afternoon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young man is approached by one of his monstergirl college classmates who asks him a favor. "Hey, I heard you're... virile. Will you cum inside me?" | [
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"content": "Wade was still thinking about the upcoming test when he left his Advanced Non-Human Anatomy class. He was so distracted by his thoughts that he didn't even notice the slime girl and her holstaurus friend move up to walk beside him. \n\n\"Hey there Wade,\" The slime girl said mimicking a human gesture as she pretend to brush her hair behind her ear. Her green face mimicked human nervousness with practiced ease. Without waiting for a reply she blurted out, \"I heard you're... virile. Will you cum in me?\"\n\nSo stunned that he tripped on his own feet Wade stared in shock at the slime girl. He had to have heard her wrong, there was something not right about that statement and it was a shockingly forward request. He hadn't even had a girlfriend since high school, and he didn't have a clue how this girl would know anything about him, let alone, that.\n\n\"Excuse me?\" Wade finally choked out. \"You heard what? From whom?\"\n\n\"Ugh,\" The slime girl looked down at the girl and ground her foot against the sidewalk. \"Yeah I guess that was too forward, but if I didn't say it I thought I would chicken out.\"\n\n\"Uh, okay?\" Wade looked between the embarrassed slime girl and the cow girl holstaurus on his other side. The other girl smiled and waved warmly as her tail twitched. Wade found it hard to keep eye contact with her as he realized she shared the prodigious bosom of her kind. The girl didn't seem too surprised by her friend's sudden request.\n\n\"Let's go somewhere and talk,\" The slime girl finally uttered. Motioning for them to follow her she led them into the cafeteria and found an out of the way table at the back of the room.\n\n\"My name is Amaya,\" The slime girl smiled and pointed over to the cow girl. \"And that is my girlfriend Maddy, and we have a problem that we want you to help with.\"\n\n\"Oh?\" Wade was still confused. If these two were a couple why did the slime girl want him to uh, be of service? \"And how can I do that?\"\n\n\"Uh well,\" Amaya looked down at the table and tapped her fingers nervously on the table. \"Maddy wants to get pregnant, and I... uh, there are side effects of a pregnant holstaurus that I would enjoy too.\"\n\nWade thought about that, he knew slimegirls enjoyed drinking the fluids of other humanoids and the prodigious udders of the holstaurus could produce some of the best milk of any species. He also knew many holstaurus had an almost insatiable desire to be either pregnant or nursing with the first being required before the second. It was a biological imperative most found hard to resist. In fact, nearly ever holstaur who went to his high school was already posting about their first kids on social media by now.\n\n\"Uh so why wouldn't I...\" Wade glanced over at Maddy bashfully and the cow girl also blushed. \"Uh...\"\n\n\"Maddy doesn't like boys,\" Amaya shrugged and reached over to squeeze her girlfriend's hand. \"But I don't mind a guy and I can hold onto your cum until I can use it to... Ummm take care of things?\"\n\n\"Oh... Oh!\" Wade realized what the pair wanted him to do but he was still confused. \"Why me?\"\n\n\"So you volunteered for a study,\" Maddy spoke up. \"My friend was helping with it.\"\n\nWade suddenly remembered the fertility study he had volunteered for. He had needed the extra cash for expenses and it had seemed like an easy enough study to participate in. He also remembered the busty blue haired succubus who had smiled at him as he signed up and was fuel for his... enthusiastic sample.\n\n\"That was supposed to be confidential!\" Wade muttered in an offended tone. They had promised discretion and finding out that one of the researchers was sharing the results. \n\n\"Yeah but does that mean you won't?\" Amaya asked nervously. \"I mean if you don't find me hot I can shapeshift to someone else, favorite actress maybe, or uhhh... actor?\"\n\n\"Oh, no!\" Wade held up his hand. \"I, uh, like girls... Not that I have a problem with that, I'm just straight.\"\n\n\"Oh good,\" Amaya smiled a bit, that definitely made this easier. \"Like big tits or a huge butt... I can do just about anything?\"\n\n\"Uh before we get to that, what do you expect from me as far as... Ummm the kid?\" Wade really wasn't ready to settle down and be a father especially with a woman he didn't even sleep with. \n\n\"Oh nothing, well maybe not nothing,\" Maddy said as she blushed and her tail twitched. \"We don't expect financial help but the kid will likely want to meet their father one day. And if, uh we decide they need a sibling we would ask you to, um, donate again?\"\n\n\"I see,\" Wade mumbled, fuck he was being asked to be an indirect sperm donor for these two. While Amaya wasn't a bad looking slime girl he was weirded out by the proposition. However he was also a young red blooded male and had not had much luck with the ladies. \"What if it takes a few tries?\"\n\nAmaya blinked then grinned. This was the first sure sign Wade wanted to explore the idea. She looked Wade over and whispered something to Maddy. Maddy nodded slowly and then smiled gently. The lesbian pair looked the cute human male over, he had been selected after all for his looks, brains, and his sperm. \n\n\"Maddy and I are happy to take as many attempts as needed to get it done,\" Amaya whispered in her best seductive tone. \"In fact until the child arrives we can agree to give you regular access to my body as a means of thanking you.\"\n\n\"\"Can you change into that bratty succubus who violated my privacy?\" Wade said suddenly, the prospect of having regular access to a shapeshifting woman for months on end without having to navigate the intricacies of the dating world making up his mind.\n\n\"Itching for a hate fuck?\" Amaya said raising an eyebrow even as her face shifted becoming a familiar woman that made Wade's cock twitch. \"Cause we can do that...\"\n\n\"Fuck,\" Wade whispered and checked his watch. \"I've got two hours before my next class and my room is close.\"\n\nAmaya stood and Maddy clapped with glee as she stood to follow the pair. While she didn't like men she could certainly tell Wade was cute and having Amaya fill her with this guy's virile cum was becoming a more and more pleasing prospect."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Write a story in which the main character suddenly finds that their libido, sexual appetite and attraction to people is all increased by ten fold. | [
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"content": " “Sorry, could you repeat that?” I said, squinting in concentration as I tried to catch the jumble of syllables the doctor had spouted at me.\n\n“Psychosomatic Oestrogenesis.” She said it slower, and while now at least the sounds made some semblance of sense, the words did not. Sitting down opposite me in her swivel chair, the doctor placed her tablet full of my medical notes on the desk, flicking it to standby mode as she looked to me for some kind of response.\n\n“Psycho-somatic-extro-genesis...” I sounded each part out, hoping to derive some sort of meaning. I looked to her for help. She was just over six foot and slightly taller than myself, with brown hair done back in a bun. She had scrubs on, which along with everyone else in the medical centre did little to emphasise her figure, except the stethoscope was collapsing the front of it between her cleavage to give her a bit of shape.\n\n“Oestro-genesis. It’s a very rare condition, and as such, the medical field hasn’t had much of a chance to study it.” She sighed, shrugging a little.\n\n“But, what does… I mean… Is that why I want to-”\n\n“Why you have a high libido?” She interrupted, seeing where the sentence was going and heading it off. “In the basest of terms, your mind - for whatever reason - is subjecting you to the same changes that go through an animal entering it’s Estrus cycle.”\n\nMy eyes bugged wide “You’re saying I’m in HEAT?” I blurted out. The doctor raced to the door to the consultation room and closed it, glaring at me for my raised voice. As she walked back I could see a sway in her hips, and I felt the accursed rumblings deep inside me.\n\n“You’re not in heat, humans don’t go through an estrus cycle, much less males. This is purely a psychological issue that-”\n\n“It’s not just psychological!” I all but hiss at her, lowering my voice “The only way I can get my erection to ‘go away’ is to… y’know…” I sighed “I can’t stop thinking about sex, my body won’t stop reacting to the people around me. It’s unbearable!”\n\nThe doctor sighed, tapping her tablet awake and looking over the notes again. “Well, if you have a way of relieving the… pressure… then I suggest while it’s affecting you, find time to ‘take care of business’.”\n\n“Yeah,” I groaned “I wish it were that simple.” I uncrossed my legs, my member bulging impressively down the left inner thigh of my jeans. It was the doctor’s turn to go eyes wide as she stared at my members imprint. Crossing my legs again I winced in pain as the fabric pinched tight. “Can’t exactly whip it out every few minutes.”\n\n“Every few minutes?” The Doctor said, still somewhat hypnotized by the bulge, which was quite obvious now it had been pointed out, even though I’d returned to having my legs crossed.\n\n“During the day? Every half hour. By dinnertime it’s maybe every hour or so. The mornings are the worst.” I grumble, thinking back to the last few weeks of early morning arousal. “I wake up, dry mouth, head pounding, sheets covered in… emissions…” I tried to keep my language decent, but it was difficult with lewd images of the doctor flickering through my mind. “And a desperate need for release that lasts just long enough to get dressed before it builds up again.”\n\nShe took a few deep breaths, considering my plight. “Have you considered seeking ‘outside’ assistance?”\n\nI chuckled at that. I knew what she meant, I just wish that were an option. “I, I haven't had a sexual partner in… a while.” \n\n“What about someone more...professional?” She offered. Escorts and Brothels were legal in my city - and it was something I had considered once or twice - but the cost would have been prohibitive as a solution. She could see the inner turmoil at that proposition so thought of something else. “Or perhaps going out on the town?”\n\n“You know what’s worse than having to ‘take care of business’ at home every half hour? Having to do that in a pub toilet every half hour. Less if the ladies there are attractive.”\n\n“So a woman’s attractiveness directly correlates to your ‘excitement’?”\n\n“Yes. ‘A woman’s attractiveness directly correlates to my excitement’.” I snap back, then sigh. “Sorry, I ‘relieved’ myself just before you called me in here. And, well, yeah.”\n\nThe Doctor looked a little confused, checking her watch before checking the time on her tablet. “But that was only ten minutes ago.” \n\nI shrugged, realising what it looked like. “Well… it’s as you said; correlation and stuff.” I scratched the back of my neck, quickly wishing I was somewhere else entirely.\n\nThe doctor on the other hand went beet red, swallowing several times, attempting to say something before standing and quickly making her way to the door. “You can, uh, take a seat on the table there,” She pointed to the padded examination table “Just when you ‘finish’, could you - y’know - ‘finish’ in one of, uh, those.” She pointed at a small clear jar with a yellow lid on the bench nearby. “For testing.” And with that she exited the small room, closing the door behind her.\n\nI was on that bed in a heartbeat, reclining as I released my member from it’s tight fabric cage. I thought of the doctor’s plump lips descending upon my cock, a gentle tongue flicking it’s tip before sliding down my shaft to engulf it in her slick warmth. I could feel the first rumblings of an orgasm build down below, and realised I didn’t have that jar in hand. \n\nI reluctantly released the grip I had on myself and reached for one of the jars, hastily unscrewing it before once more mashing my cock. It must have been the dozenth time that day, and I was getting a little sore - another thing to ask the Doc about when she came back - but I knew I had to power through it. My balls were in overdrive thanks to this Estrogenetic psychosoma or whatever it was, miraculously managing to keep up supply for the demand. And in a few short minutes I felt the familiar euphoria take over, flooding my body with endorphins as I flooded the cup with my seed. \n\nNot long after that I felt myself calming down, the beast abated for now. I lay there - cock hanging out - as I forced my breathing to return to normal, trying not to think of anything sexual so I could fit myself back inside my pants again. I’d have worn my tracksuit pants if it weren’t for the fact that even after several washes they still look - and smell - cum stained. I rolled my eyes, realising I’d have to get some more clothes if this was going to last much longer. \n\nRealising I was thinking of clothing - something quite un-sexy for me at least - I smiled, and kept it going by considering what sort of pants I’d like. Loose would be nice, but the only really loose pants I could think of were rave pants and the sort of pants you’d expect to find on half the attendees at Burning Man; fine for parties, not for everyday wear. Then it happened. For whatever reason my mind went to the Doctor’s scrubs. \n\nAnd while initially I did agree that they looked comfortable, I unfortunately remembered how perfectly they clung to her arse and thighs as she sat at her desk. Or how well they fit her as she sashayed back to her seat after closing the door. Within seconds I could feel my member straining once more against the fabric. I looked to my watch. It must have only been five minutes since my last release.\n\n“Fucking dammit!” I cursed, pulling it back out. “Gotta be fast, she’ll be back any-”\n\nThe door swung open, the Doctor closing it behind her as she was lost in her tablet. “I take it you had enough time to-” She looked up at me, eyes fixed on my throbbing member. “I-I-I thought…”\n\n“I’m sorry!” I blurted out “I did, but then my mind went to thoughts of you-” I slapped a hand over my mouth and prayed for a swift death.\n\nShe looked stunned at what I’d said, doing a decent impression of my shocked face as her mouth activated before her brain. “Is there anything I can do to help?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “I’m sorry, officer, but I’m not wearing any ___...” | [
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"content": "I pulled over to the side of the road. My heart racing as i watched a lean officer exit the car. The cop appeared on my window, knocking on it.\n\nI pressed a button, the window dropping slightly so that i could see. The storm outside made it very dark as a light drizzle started.\n\n\"Goin a bit fast werent ya?\" She asked, leaning on my window.\n\n\"Sorry officer. I was just rushin to my home\" i said, trying to keep my chest and body still..why? Because I'm not wearing any fucking pants.\n\n\"Riiiigghhhttt, so how about you step outside, and we can talk about whats so important.\" She stepped away as the rain started getting harder. \n\n\"I don't see why we can't talk about this right here? I mean,and-and its raining and i dont want to ruin my suit.\" I said as she put her hand to her hips. \n\n\"Now, now, mister. I know this seems scary. With all them wild stories about the bad apples. But i assure. I won't harm you, now step out of the vehicle so we can talk\" she sajd, grabbing the handle.\n\nI grabbed my end and locked it as she pulled.\n\n\"Umm...how about you sit in the back of my care? And we talk? Your uniforms um..\" her uniform had gotten wet enough that i could tell she was a C cup.\n\nWhen she turned around to reply to an order from her com, i could see her fat ass jiggle, her panties outlined in her blue pants.\n\nI could feel my dick harden at the sight, impure thoughts in my head.\n\nShe turned her head towards me, her sunglasses falling down her nose bridge, an annoyed ocean blue eyes staring back at me.\n\n\"Mister, I'm afraid imma have teh bring you in for not following orders. Well if i was sherrif i would. Noe come on now, i ain't got all day!\" She said,\n\n\"I...im sorry...but I'm not wearing any pants...\" i said.\n\nThe officer looked at me funny\n\"Are you playing with me?\"\n\nI shook my head.\n\"I- i was rushing to go home from the club...\" i said as she put her head inside, a blush on her face watching my dick throb.\n\n\"I see. Splains why you went 230 on a 20 mph. Hell I'd do the same if i was you...but i think..i think i can help with yo situation.\" She unlocked the car door and got inside my car. She sat down on my laps as i exclaimed in surprise. \n\n\"Officer! What are yo-\" i felt a cold, wet hand on my dick, stroking it, i could feel it being pushed against a soft wall of linen..\n\nThe officer shook her arm as fast as she could, stroking it near her pussy as she stared at me.\n\n\"Dont worry...nun gonna belive you gota hand job from a police officer.\" She started put a finger on my tip, stopping my precum.\n\n\"Ooh\"i exhaled, the weight of her ass on my lap was heavy. She took of her tie, tying it around the base of my cock tightly.\n\n\"Wouldn't want you to waste any of that good sperm on a dashboard now would you, mister?\" She teased.\n\nShe stroked me even faster, swinging my dick any direction as i felt my cock start to get bigger, the buldge at the base of my dick getting electric.\n\n\"Officer-please-we shouldn't do this\" i said, my arms just handing limp, not aware on wether i should hug or restrain.\n\n\"Oh, mister, don't worry, i won't say nothing, you dont say nothing...we both feel something!\" She said.\n\"You gonna cum yet?\" She asked.\n\n\"I-I'm feeling like it\" i said as she took of her belt and tied it around my neck, then she stood up, or well, she stood up as much as she could in a car.\n\n\"Be a dear and help me eith my pants\" she said. I grabbed the edges and lowered it down, revealing a wet yet bouncy ass with a dripping pussy. She sat back down, removing them and putting them aside at ghe other seat.\n\n \n\nThis time i could feel her pussy, as she slowly grinded on my dick.\n\"Ooh, mister, you've got quite the thick skin, but ain't ya gonna play with me too?\" She sat, raising the filed of her uniform up to her neck, revealing a toned a body. \n\nI touched her hips, making her shifer as i traced them along her back and shoulders. I slowly felt her breasts, getting under her bra and groping them as she let out a soft chuckle.\n\n\"My my, yoy certainly like putting your fingers in sensiti-\" i pinched her nipples as sbe gave another yelp. Her hands stroking my dick one more.\n\nShe bended down, touching the tip of my dick with her mouth. Her tonge slowly licking me ip and down before she put the tio in her mouth.\n\nI felt so erratic, i stated groping a little more, she started bobbing her head and taking more of my dick.\n\nI could feel my dick throb hard as my balls released. I could feel it travelling only to be blocked by a tie.\n\n\"Officer-officer, i-i need to..im going to cum...\" i said as she sucked even harder, the tie felt like a shark bite as my dick throbbed from the pain. I reached for the tie to take it off, but officer stopped me\n\n\"Now!now! A big boy needs to learn to wait for his climax. You can hold it in while i have my fun\"\n\nShe said calmly, taking it slow as she kissed and licked my dick all around.\n.\n\nMy hand then reated on her pussy, my fingers slowly picking and rubbing her, officer moaned as she reddened.\n\n\"Hey! Oh!hmah!ah! Heah yeah! Alright!.\" She said, untying the tie. She started sucking on it.\n\nI slowly started fingering her, using two of my fingers, entering and exiting her pussy till she started climaxing, wet hot cum flooded my palms as she stopped sucking for a while. \n\n\"Oh, sweet jiminy crickets! Your a lot better with those hands of yers but i think its time i let you have your fun!\" She suddenly bent over my dash board, my dick throbbing under her pussy.\n\n\"Go ahead mister. Take a good, hard look\" she swayed her hips around, her ass jumping with it. I grabbed her and insterted my dick into her warm and soft pussy. \n\nThe officer screamed out as i rammed my dick into her, pushing into her wet muscles.\n\nI kept ramming her, bending over her smaller frame, using my hand to grab her hair and pull her back.\n\n\"Yes!yes! Yes! Yas! Right there! Right there! Fuck me right there big boy! Dont you stop till you cum!\" She said. I started rubbing her nipples as she turned her head around, her eyes rolling behind her socket as i thrusted hard into her, smashing her pelvis against the dashbaord.\n\n\"Oh fuck!oh fuck!\" I said, feeling her cum again, hot fluid bursting out of her pussy at each thrust as she moaned.\n\n\"Hr!hemp!hrmp!frum!hri!\" She made eek noises as i pushed deeper into her womb.\n\n\"Fuck yeah! Right there big boy, dont you pull out! Just flood me! Fill me like a cake, you baker!\" She screamed.\n\nI could feel my dick build up again, throbbing as hot cum started filling her womb, with every throb i u loaded my cum into her. The sound of a wet sploosh as i finally sat down, dick still in her pussy.\n\n she was shaking as she raised her ass, my dick slowly shrinking as she put her under wear back on. She silently grabbed her pants and put them on, with me assisting in pulling them up.\n\nShe tucked her shirt into her pants, completing her uniform, tying her cum-stained tie. Putting her belt back on as she gave me a peck on the cheeks.\n\n\"Thats for the ride and sorry...for pulling you over. But...\" she slipped a card into my breast pocket as she exited, the rain still pouring.\n\n\"Call me.....I'd love to arrest you another time\" she winked and strutted back to ber car, giving two honks and driving off as i sat there...\n\nWow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was glad to have somewhere to stay rent-free, but her BFF had one condition. "Whenever I don't have time for my boyfriends, they get to use you instead..." | [
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"content": "Diana was very happy. A nice appartment in the city was hard to come by and expensive. She thought she would have to pay atleast half of the rent to her best friend.\n\nSurprisingly Lisa didn't want money, which didn't surprise me honestly. Her family was rich enough to buy this apartment easily. That is not even mentioning the inheritance from her grandfather. \n\nBut that inheritance came with a catch though. Apparently the inheritance states that Lisa has to take a abstinence pledge and maintain it untill she is married, otherwise the whole inheritance would be given to her cousin instead of her. \n\nThat is why I am here, with her boyfriend taking his place between my legs and pounding into me before pulling out and spraying his cum all over me. \n\nIt was simple, in exchange for me staying for free in her appartment, I would do anything necessary to keep her a virgin. Even if it means taking her place and be fucked constantly.\n\nThat also includes foiling her cousin's attempts to make Lisa break her abstinence. Lisa trusts her cousin though, so it falls on to me to help my friend. \n\nThat means whenever her cousin invites Lisa to a club, or a frat house, I just know I am going to be filled with cum that night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Once the slime had made it inside her womb, she could feel it slowly merging and changing her mind and body. Although she would never admit it, the process was also very pleasurable. | [
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"content": "TW: >!unbirthing!< >!rape!< >!noncon!< \n\n/********************************************************/\n\nChained up as she was, struggle was futile.\n\nSupposedly the \"fairest maiden\", she was sent as the sacrifice for the mountain god. Blindfolded, gaged and tied up, she was dragged up the mountain and left bound, naked at the mountain spring.\n\nShe sat there, cold and terrified, waiting for something, *anything* to happen.\n\nWhen the moon climbed high in the sky, full and bright, she noticed a rippling of the spring. The water flowed and twirled unnaturally, till it started to form a tendril. She could see by the light of the moon that there was *something* in the tip of the tendril, a core of some sort.\n\nIt started slithering out of the pool, up the banks and towards the shrine where she was bound. She struggled and grunted, chains shaking, but it was futile; she was too well secured.\n\nIt was right in front of her now. Truly, were it not for the situation, she would almost consider it cute. The core \"inspected\" her body, for lack of better term, almost like a dog sniffing an offered hand.\n\nHer heart started to slow, fear giving way to confusion. Was this it? All that secrecy and kidnapping for this?\n\nBut the terror returned in an instant when the lower portion of the tendril split, encasing her ankles and tugging her legs apart. She fought, but more tendrils split again, grabbing her thighs and holding her legs open. It's cold, gelatinous texture was strange and alien, but that was the last thing on her mind as the tip of the tendril, the core, lowered down towards her vagina.\n\nShe flinched and shivered as it bumped her lips, almost nuzzling them up and down. It quivered, in some kind of appeasement, and split yet another tendril off, this one coming towards her face. Muffled grunts were all she could offer around the gag. The tendril split at the tip, and grabbed the gag, pulling it out of her mouth and off her, but before she could scream for help, it jammed itself in her mouth.\n\nShe reflexively bit down, chomping right through the tendril. She tried to spit it out, but the severed tip jabbed her mouth again, this time acting as it's own gag and holding her mouth shut, the bitten off chunk wiggling and pulsing on her tongue.\n\nIt had a mild sweet taste of all things, and the texture was of water, but water that was moving of it's own accord. It wiggled far enough to the back of her mouth that she reflexively swallowed it, it sliding smoothly down her throat.\n\nFear and anxiety reigned. What was this thing, what did it want, what was it doing? She wished it would just kill her already and be done.\n\nBut, like a drop turning to a trickle to a dribble to a flow, those thoughts, those emotions started to flow away. The fear was dialed back to mild apprehension, anxiety quieting. Confusion gave way to interest, and rage was all together lost. A fuzzy arousal started building in her stomach and spreading down to her crotch, warm and pleasant.\n\nLooking at the core, she stopped struggling, resigning herself to whatever this thing was going to do.\n\nBobbing with pleasure(?) the core tendril lowered back down to her vagina, now wet with arousal. Slowly, and with more care than she expected, it started to insert itself, spreading her lips wide, wide enough for the core itself to fully enter her. It was the strangest feeling, it's wriggling and writhing as it slithered deeper inside. The tingling grew stronger and she began bucking her hips involuntarily. The other end of the tendril started to shrink, and the restraints on her legs began to loosen and return to the main tendril, as it pushed deeper and deeper. Looking down, she could see her stomach start to bulge as it slithered more and more of itself inside her, though it did not hurt. Rather, she felt wonderfully full, like there was an empty gap that had finally been filled. Her body jerked against the chains as she came uncontrollably. \n\nFinally, after nearly inserting all of itself inside her, she felt a bump on her cervix. The core had gone as deep as it could, or so she thought. Hyperaware of her body, she felt *something* start to pry open her cervix, stretching it wider and wider and wider. In the back of her mind, away from the haze of arousal and confusion, she wondered if this was what birthing was like, only in reverse.\n\nThe core pressed against the opening, pushing and pushing, and finally with a *pop* she could feel, it entered her womb, along with more and more of the slime tendril. Her stomach inflated more, resembling a pregnancy of all things. Then it went still.\n\nShe sat there, chained up and quivering with this strange pleasure, confused. \n\nWhat even was this? What was it doing to her?\n\nThere was a pricking feeling in her womb, like a small needle. Then another, and another, all from the core. \n\nThen the tingling started. From her womb outwards, spread a tingling feeling that grew stronger and stronger. The pleasure that was just there skyrocketed and she felt the orgasm hit her hard. But the tingling stayed, growing to a burning feeling, but one that caused no pain. \n\nShe was swiftly brought to orgasm again, and again and again, screaming into the night. The tingling started to fade in her womb, but kept spreading, and the pleasure kept coming. In her haze, she barely noticed how her stomach started to turn the same blue as the tendril. It spread down her legs, and to her toes, that started to turn the same blue. Then lost their consistency, slowly. Like going from flesh to clay to gelatin, the blue began to spread and spread. And with it, icy pleasure came screaming along with it.\n\nThe tingling reached her brain, and the haze disappeared, leaving only pleasure and those panic emotions she felt moments ago. But also an alien sense of reassurance, of safety. Like a child being hugged by their mother. The images and thoughts were so alien and barely comprehensible.\n\nCould these be from the core? From the thing inside? Why did it feel so childish? Like it was . . . hugging it's . . . *mother*.\n\nThe fear faded and from it rose . . . happiness? Acceptance? Something positive. It was all she could do, through the pleasure and confusion, as the transformed parts of her body started to melt, and the blue spread faster and faster, up her chest, up her arms. Her arms melted, slipping through her restraints, leaving her to collapse on the ground, unable to move, paralyzed by pleasure.\n\n The sensations were so strange, so intense and pleasurable, her brain couldn't keep up with the conflicting emotions and constant singular orgasm. Finally, she could feel it crawling up her face, consuming her head. Her eyesight began to fade, tinted blue, and the last of the air from her now melting lungs was released as a moan of pure carnal ecstasy as everything went blue.\n\n/********************************************************/\n\nTemperature was the first sense to return, a coolness that filled her entirely, but everything else, sight, smell, touch, taste, all felt cloudy and incomplete. For a moment her consciousness floated, half asleep. Instinctually, she lifted her arm to stretch and rub her face, but all she felt was . . . gelatin? Forcing her head up and eyes open, she saw . . . a puddle where her body should be. An arm jutting out of said puddle. She tried her other arm, and it sprouted and grew form from the puddle. Putting both hands on the ground she tried pulling herself up and forward to the mountain spring. She flopped and dragged her way to the edge of the spring, a half formed torso with a trailing puddle. \n\nLooking in the reflective surface she saw . . . herself.\n\nBut, not herself. The reflection had the same shape as her, it looked human, but it was noticeably see-through, with the exception of a denser round blob where her brain would have been. Looking down, she saw the very same core that was in the tentacle and filled her so completely and given her such wild pleasure, the one responsible for her mutation, sitting right where her womb would be.\n\nAnd for a moment she thought back to the feelings that invaded her mind as she succumbed to the pleasure and change.\n\nThose of a child embracing their mother.\n\nShe placed a hand over her \"stomach\" and smiled. Bizarre and life altering as it was, the idea of a child brought warm feelings to her mind, the surface of her body quivering in happieness.\n\nShe smiled, glowing blue as the moonlight shown through her form.\n\n\"Mommy's here sweetie.\"\n\n/********************************************************/\n\n*This is my first time writing here, so please go easy on me, lol.\nProps to OP, /u/ThatKidOverYonder, for the intriguing prompt!*\n\n*I love the idea of this kind of body morphing/corruption, but it kinda took a weird wholesome unbirthing direction?*\n\n*Anyways, thanks for reading!*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Harpies want to smooth over relations with humans after abducting men for mates. They still abduct men, but now they are super polite and well dressed while doing it | [
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"content": "*Knock knock knock*\n\n...\n\n*Knock knock knock*\n\n*ka-clunk, squeeeeak*\n\n“Urgh. Mhmm. What. What do you want at three in the morning.”\n\n“Hello sir! Are you Mr Larry Fuhlmer?”\n\n“Yeah? Why? Who are you? What’s with the... wings?”\n\n“Born 1991 in Phoenix, Arizona?”\n\n“Yeah, yeah, whatever! Wings?”\n\n*flip*\n\n“Sir, you’ve been selected to be taken by the H.H.F., Humanitarian Harpy Foundation. Congratulations!”\n\n*”What??”*\n\n“Um, Sir you’ve been selected to be taken by the-“\n\n“Yes, yes I heard you, but what does that mean? Why did you wake me up at 3 in the morning?”\n\n“I’m delighted to say you’re coming with us!”\n\n“Us? Are there more of... oh.”\n\n*flap, flap, THUMP-THUMP.*\n\n“Hello sir!”\n\n“Hello sir!”\n\n“Great, great. So y’all can fly, y’all say you’re harpies, why did you wa-“\n\n“If you could step outside please?”\n\n“Sure why-WOAH!”\n\n“Please try to stay still.”\n\n“THE FUCK? Are you trying to pull the muscle in my shoulder or something? Be caref- AGH!”\n\n*Rip*\n\n“GodDAMMIT that’s my favorite sleep-shirt! The hell’s your problem??”\n\n“Please try to calm sir.”\n\n“Calm?! I’m being taken from my house by three beau- three winged beauti- ...three women...”\n\n“Please try to stay calm. I’m afraid you’re under legal abduction by the H.H.F., under executive order 2022-847.7, you are to be taken-“\n\n“GET YOUR SURPRISINGLY STRONG HANDS OFF OF ME! WAGH!”\n\n*flaps, accompanied by yelling*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You go to the doctor after having a strange, and painful sensation in your cock for a week now. Upon examining your cock, the doctor gasps in shock. “We’ve got a serious case here! get everybody!” She calls. Moments later, all the female staff walk in. And begin removing their clothes. | [
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"content": "\"W-what' going on?\" You stammer.\n\n\"Here drink this.\" The doc begins to say as she hands you a bottle of water. \"You need to stay hydrated. You have a long week ahead but these women have volunteered to help you along.\"\n\nThe women all stand at various stages of undress before you. Most of the nurses are topless. The middle aged receptionist that welcomed you with a warm smile this morning is in front of them completely naked. Her large breasts sway with each movement she makes. The sensation in your cock intensifies and you begin to get an erection. The first erection you've had in over 10 years.\n\n\"There has been a couple cases like you\" the doctor explains. \"You have become fertile. I know that's shocking because male fertility is so rare now. The condition only lasts a couple weeks at most. We're going to need to extract as much semen as possible from you while we can.\"\n\nYou stare blankly, not knowing how to respond. A young woman you don't recognize lowers herself before you and without introduction wraps her lips around the head of your cock. The pain of your cock expanding to full erection is relieved quickly as your balls contract and you begin pumping streams of cum. The doctor saw what was about to happen and had taken grip of your cock to capture your seed in a special container.\n\nAs you catch your breath she looks at the other women in the room. \" Again.\" She states coldly. The women now have a hungry look in their eyes as they descend upon you."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Humanity had silently fallen. Leaving only you, to wander alone till your death. Or do you thought until a gorgeous and extremely busty woman burst in on you butt naked. “Finally we can restart humanity” she says, before aggressively trying to fuck you. | [
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"content": "The woman burst into the abandoned building I had made my home in for the last five years. After humanity had fallen I was one of the few who had proved immune to the plague. The anti-vaxxers and science deniers had done a great job of intentionally infecting themselves and spreading it around. It didn't kill people after infection though, just had side effects. However, the side effects weren't known until the infected vastly outnumbered the clean. The side effect that 100% of the infected experienced. Sterility. A lot of us celebrated, all those stupid people never reproducing again? Great! But the problem was they were still infectious.\n\nI'd held out hope for years for a cure, even as the world declined. No new children and all of humanity slowly dying off. I was a newborn when the plague hit its peak. Hell, the news channels were reporting me as the last child of humanity for a bit. Really annoying honestly. By the time I was a teen most of the world's population was gone. By the time they figured out my swimmers were still, swimming, it was too late. There were also no fertile women, the plague causing their bodies to reject any embryo. Doctors held out hope that remote populations might be out there uninfected, but the plague seemed to cross all known animal species. It didn't affect them like us, but it became impossible that an ecosystem wasn't cross-contaminated with the plague. So humanity had gotten old and died.\n\nSo it was something of a shock when this insanely beautiful brunette burst into my shelter, her massive double G tits bouncing as she smiled wildly and pounced me. She tossed me down on the bed and unbuckled my pants, pulling out my cock and starting to suckle on it sloppily after announcing we would \"Finally restart humanity.\" I didn't resist, her mouth was surprisingly skilled as if she had practiced a lot and she was eager as could be. Her dark hair bounced as her head bobbed on my shaft, and I groaned with pleasure.\n\nTongue sliding around the crown of my cock she seemed to realize from my reaction that I enjoyed that. One of her slender well-manicured hands slid over my heavy balls and began to squeeze and fondle them gently as if she was encouraging them to shoot their load. Her attention focused more on the head of my cock as I moaned happily from her ministrations. When I thought I couldn't take the growing sensation any longer she pushed her head down on my shaft all the way fucking her throat and making herself gag on my prick. The choking, gagging sound was arousing and I proceeded to fuck her throat shamelessly, not having had sex with a woman in quite some time. Fingers curling in her hair I fucked her face and she seemed to love every moment of it. Spreading her legs she began to finger her clean-shaven cunt and twitch with pleasure.\n\nI grunted and blew a thick sticky load of fertile cum into her mouth which she greedily sucked and gobbled down. As I recovered she fingered herself to a screaming, moaning climax all the while whispering \"Fuck, fuck\" over and over as she came, her pussy juices squirting from her gushing cunt.\n\n\"Fuck Daddy,\" She whispered when she finished. \"You made me cum so hard! Mmmm, let me get more of that big fat daddy dick!\"\n\nShe straddled me and reached between her legs and grabbed my still sensitive cock and pushed it inside of her warm wet pussy. She began to bounce almost immediately and I almost asked her to stop since I was still sensitive from my last climax, but adjusted slowly as her dripping wet cunt didn't provide nearly as much friction as her lips had due to the flooded wetness of her fuck hole.\n\n\"Yeah, your dick is sooo good!\" She moaned reaching up to squeeze and play with her fat tits. They were massive, impressively round, and full. Reaching up I squeezed them and she moaned in delight her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came again just from me tugging and squeezing her nipples. \"OH FUCK! FUCK ME!\"\n\nI let her scream even as her pussy flooded my crotch with juices again. Impressively she never stopped fucking me through her entire climax, instead, she seemed to quicken the pace wanting to make me cum deep inside of her pussy.\n\n\"Yeah Daddy,\" She whispered hotly after she stopped shuddering. \"Fuck my tight wet hole, fuck me, and cum inside of me! Creampie my slutty little cunt and breed me like the whore I am!\"\n\nI couldn't help myself and grabbed her hips, pulling her down tightly against my cock and filling her full of what cum I could manage. As if she could feel the hot seed splashing against her womb she screamed out in satisfaction as she came.\n\n\"OH FUCK YEAH!\" She cried as she mirrored my climax. \"FILL ME WITH CUM! KNOCK UP YOUR BREEDING BITCH!\"\n\nWhen we both finished our climaxes we collapsed on my bed, I exhausted, but her playfully teasing my cock looking for round two. I sighed deeply and looked over at her, studying her gorgeous face.\n\n\"I've got to say,\" I spoke, though not really to her more to who I knew was listening. \"You guys are getting better. Given you are probably using mostly the collected works of porn from humanity to fashion these decoys they are coming along.\"\n\n\"Decoy?\" She tried to deny it as she looked at me. \"I'm a human woman who wants to mate with you, human male.\"\n\n\"Sure,\" I laughed and looked her over. \"At least you aren't a futanari this time. But your tits are way too big for a human female who survived an apocalypse, considering the plastic surgeons are all long dead.\"\n\n\"My mammaries are one hundred percent real,\" She insisted in a confused tone, but not offended the way a real woman would, more informative.\n\n\"Yeah, that's the problem!\" I said with a smirk. \"And your dialogue! Straight out of porn flicks! Oh my god! You also started with a blowjob when you want to breed? Come on who does that!? And no woman would ever throw herself at a guy she didn't know like that.\"\n\nSeemingly sensing she was discovered the eyes of the cybernetic thing that was posing as a human woman began to glow. Alien script flowed across her eyes and she hurried to flee the building. I noticed that none of my cum even dripped from her pussy as she fled, just one more thing that made me laugh. I basked in the afterglow. The aliens were getting better at simulating a human woman. Hell, I imagined in a few more years, maybe a decade they'd actually make one I could breed with. Until then I would enjoy the occasional diversion, it beat masturbating alone. Still, I wondered what silly \"expert\" human biologist on their team thought I would be more receptive to their efforts if I thought my mate was real?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Though she was only part succubus, her body could still absorb cum, and her body still craved it. She frequently needed a bit of casual sex to calm herself down and energize her more than most people need coffee... | [
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"content": "Cecilia scanned the cute little book shop. The place was crammed, dimly lit with the stacks of old books blocking out the morning sun from the front windows. It smelled of old pages and fresh coffee. Morning commuters stood shoulder to shoulder waiting for their little cup of black, bitter drink to jump start their day. Cecilia's head throbbed and fatigue had already set in as she waited. She felt her irritation start to build as she desperately browsed what the shop offered this morning. Although, she wasn't in the book shop looking to curb a caffeine addiction like everyone else here.\n\nThe door chimed from the front of the store announcing the arrival of a tall man in a suit. He caught Cecilia's attention and she immediately got in line behind him.\n\n\"Hey, so what's good here?\" She purred from behind him. The man didn't respond and Cecilia could see he had one of those annoying Bluetooth things in his ear. Desperate to get his attention, she reached out and gently brushed her hand on his ass.\n\nThe man spun, irritated for only a second before looking her over and muttering, \"I've gotta go\" to the piece sticking out of his ear. His eyes danced over Cecilia's body wordlessly. She wore a very short pair of denim shorts, and a little grey tank top that rode too high to cover her navel and too low to cover a black lacy bra.\n\nShe smirked up at him, pleased to have his full attention. \"I said, 'what's good here?'\"\n\n\"They always have my order ready for me,\" the man boasted as if he was their most important customer. \"Black coffee with two shots of espresso. I'd be careful, I don't know if a delicate little woman like you could handle that,\" he added chuckling to himself.\n\nCecilia grimaced at his condescension, but she wasn't interested in the man for his attitude. She stood on her tip toes to meet him at eye level, poked a finger into his chest and boasted back breathily, \"You have no idea what I can handle.\" She slid her finger down his chest, and when it got to his pants, lightly curled it under before quickly pulling it back and settling back in on her heels. \"If that's not a roll of quarters in your pants to pay for your girly drink, meet me in the bathroom on the way out.\" She teased, leaving the obnoxiously proud man now silent. \"You're next,\" Cecilia gestured with one last smirk to the barista impatiently waiting for the man to realize it was his turn in the growing line.\n\nCecilia's mother had summoned and incubus in college and with him, she had conceived Cecilia. Cecilia was essentially a normal human in every respect despite this frequent and insufferable thirst for sex.\n\nShe admired the mans ass and strong shoulders as he paid. He turned as he started away; she bit her tongue at him in a cute smile as she waved. Quickly he slipped into the restroom towards the front of the store and Cecilia stepped up.\n\n\"What can I getcha?\" The barista asked.\n\n\"Just a cup of water,\" Cecilia smiled. The barista looked a little annoyed filling the cup and passed it over the counter. Cecilia grabbed it without a 'thanks' and made a bee line for the same door the man had just disappeared behind moments ago. Her body vibrated with anticipation. She looked down at her cleavage, pulled her bra up and tugged at her top, pulling it lower down her chest.\n\nShe slipped in the door, locking it behind her. She found the man standing, trying to look cool at the sink sipping his coffee. Cecilia grabbed him by the tie and pulled him against her, kissing him passionately.\n\nHis coffee fell against the floor, dribbling out the little hole in the lid as he grabbed her, pressing her against the opposite wall. Cecilia sighed as he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them in his large hands. Hungry for him, she reached down and started rubbing his bulge through his slacks. With her other hand she began undoing his belt.\n\nThe man moaned as Cecilia nibbled on the tip of his tongue. She liked turning men into putty in front of her. She spun him around, now with his back at the wall, and stepped back a few inches. Their eyes remained wordlessly locked as she pressed an open palm on his firm chest and slowly slid it down is body. She enjoyed the hardness of his pecs and rippling of his abs under his dress shirt, but her needs were more immediate than to take the time to navel gaze a beautiful body. When she got to his pants, her other hand joined her first and together \npeeled down his slacks and underwear all at once. She lusted for the man's cum so much, she immediately knelt and took him into her mouth.\n\nThe first taste of precum was pure bliss to her senses. She let out a moan louder than his as her lips slid down his shaft. She felt his hands in her hair but didn't bother to look up at him. All she needed was right in front of her. Her tongue danced around his shaft, and then back to the tip, licking every bead he offered. His balls felt heavy in her hand, and she squeezed lightly, excited for what they held. Wanting them to empty in her.\n\nAs sweet as the taste of the man's dick in her mouth, Cecilia knew she wanted him to finish somewhere else. She stood slowly, still stroking him gently. \"Why don't you fuck me and give this girl a good time this morning,\" she cooed into his ear. She felt a rush all across her body and a giggle escaped her smiling lips as she felt his hands grab her hips and spin her around. She grabbed the sink with both hands as she bent over and looked up at the mirror in front of her to see the man eyeing her hips and ass.\n\nThe man reached around to undo her shorts button. He slipped off her bottoms off without any underwear to get in the way. *Fuck me already!* her head was screaming. She felt his firm head against her. Her back arched further, demanding his dick. As he pushed inside her, Cecilia whimpered and moaned, \"harder you pussy,\" she demanded with bite in her voice. The man held both hips firm, and started fucking her, each thrust with more energy than the last.\n\nCecilia's entire body quivered. She loved the feeling right before getting a load when she was this thirsty. She could freely ignore everything else in the world except the cock inside her, so ready to give her it's cum. Her eyes fluttered closed and her tongue mindlessly licked her lips. Her chest heaved in uneven gasps against the sink and her whole body between her stomach and thighs warmed with anticipation. She was going to have a mind blowing orgasm the second he came inside her.\n\n\"Baby, I'm gonna cum...\" the man moaned. *Just fucking do it already!* Cecilia clenched her lower body, trying to draw it out as fast as possible. She was so thirsty for it. \"Oh God, I'm gonna cum...\" *Fucking do it!!* She reached back, found his hand tightly gripping her hip, and squeezed his wrist tightly. She was trying to tell him to release!\n\nHis guttural moan came first, but a second latter she felt the warm release inside of her. With all her strength, Cecilia held onto the sink with one hand and the man's forearm with the other to keep her from collapsing on the floor. Her thigh quivered uncontrollably and her mind was on fire with pleasure. Wave after wave starting between her legs crashed through her body all the way out to her fingertips and toes.\n\nCecilia stood bent over the sink with a satisfied grin plastered across her face for a few seconds even after he pulled out. She felt his load setting inside her, the succubus part of her soaking up the delicious flavors. Eventually she stood to find the man with a similar look on his face, supporting himself with the stall behind him, pants still around his ankles.\n\n\"Thanks babe,\" she said smokily giving him a little kiss on the cheek. He stared as Cecilia pulled her shorts up, leaving his load deep inside her. She took only a second to straiten her top and hair before grabbing her cup of water, flicking the lock open, and leaving the pants-less man behind in the restroom.\n\nShe took a long sip of water, avoiding gazes from everyone in the bookshop who had no doubt what had just gone on behind the closed door. Cecilia didn't care. She felt calm, focused, and warm. The same as what she imagined full humans felt after their first coffee of the day. She wouldn't know though, she refused to touch the damn stuff. She hears it's too addictive."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Strictly on vacations and holidays, admittedly in exchange for having him pay her way, she treats her friend to the "full" girlfriend experience. It seems like he's finding more vacations to go on and holidays to observe, but she's not complaining... | [
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"content": "Their relationship, you had to call it that at this point, had started out innocently enough. Scott and Rosa had met at a party through mutual friends. Scott was a good looking clean-cut guy with a good job and more than a few of the women at the party had been looking his way, but he had immediately had eyes only for Rosa. The tan-skinned Latina was beautiful, dark-haired, dark-eyed, and curvy in all the right places. She found Scott charming, handsome enough, but wasn't looking for a relationship at the time. Her past boyfriends had all been meathead types or so full of the typical Latino machismo that she was taking a break from dating.\n\nIt had worked out better than Rosa had expected. Scott had shrugged and decided that he liked Rosa enough after spending the night talking to her to just be friends. She was suspicious at first but in the following year, he seemed to genuinely want to just be friends. She helped him pick up girls at their favorite bar and they hung out with her friends and his equally. He didn't seem jealous when she dated and got along with the one boyfriend she had for a few months pretty well. That didn't last though and she was single when things took an unexpected change.\n\n\"So yeah, I'm going to go ahead and head out to Hawaii for a week and a half vacation next week,\" Scott said, with a casual shrug and a charming grin. \"Figure I just broke up with Brittany but no reason the trip should go to waste. I'll just enjoy the sun, sand, and hopefully, a few bikini-wearing beauties to help me get over her.\"\n\n\"Brittany was trash,\" Rosa commented, picking at the basket of fries they had decided to share. She liked the crispy ones and was methodically picking them out one by one. \"Also, she's so stupid. If I was your girlfriend, I'd have done just about anything to go on that trip.\"\n\n\"Eh, we were fighting too often,\" Scott replied with a shrug. \"And she would have known that if I had her in Hawaii and staring at her in a bikini I'd want a little, uh, well you know.\"\n\n\"That girl is nuts!\" Rosa laughed as she waved a hand in the air vaguely. \"If my boyfriend took me to Hawaii for a week and a half and paid for everything like you do, I'd take care of his needs whenever he wanted.\"\n\nScott laughed along and nodded in agreement then shrugged. Rosa knew Brittany and Scott weren't going to work out. She wasn't really his type, a little too blonde and skinny and definitely too dumb. Scott needed a girl who was on his level at least. Still, the girl was crazy for turning down an all-expense-paid vacation to Hawaii by breaking up with him only a month before the trip, just because he would want some sex during the trip? Fuck that.\n\n\"So... this might sound crazy,\" Rosa kept her eyes down on the fries and Scott paused his beer halfway to his lips. \"What if I was your girlfriend? Uh, you know, just for the trip?\"\n\n\"You want me to take you with me?\" Grinning Scott seemed to think about it. \"I mean it could be fun. Her ticket is paid for... but the hotel room only has one bed. I guess I could sleep on the couch. But what if one of us hooked up with someone, wouldn't that be awkward? We'd need to work out...\"\n\n\"No, I meant... What if I was your girlfriend?\" Rosa said, for once being a bit shy. \"You pay for everything and we act like a couple. Just for the duration of the trip. I can't afford to pay for half that trip, or heck even for most of the cost once we were there.\"\n\nScott blinked, it was a strange proposal, and he really didn't know how to take it. Rosa was his friend and if it was just the plane ticket and the hotel room he would have brought her in a heartbeat, but she wanted him to pay for everything. And what exactly did she mean by be his girlfriend for the trip? With an inward shrug, he made his decision.\n\n\"I guess I can treat my \"girlfriend\" to a trip,\" Scott said with a laugh, Rosa looked excited but also nervous. \"You better get ready for the trip then! Only a week until we leave, can you get time off work?\"\n\n\"For Hawaii? I'll quit!\" Rosa grinned and then laughed but she did pull out her phone and start texting a few people, probably making arrangements for the trip. Scott smiled and shrugged before finishing his beer.\n\nIt got strange for Scott when he met Rosa at the airport. As they were waiting in line to check their luggage she reached down and slipped her small hand into his, fingers entwining with his own. It wasn't something they ever did as friends and it caused him to tense at first. When they got to the front the woman behind the counter asked if it was his wife and his first time going to Hawaii. Before he could speak Rosa interrupted and corrected the woman that she was his girlfriend, jokingly adding if he kept taking her to Hawaii it probably would be as his wife soon. Both women laughed at the joke and Scott just stood dumbfounded.\n\nOn the plane, the odd behavior continued, as Rosa leaned into him and helped pick out a movie for them to watch together. Scott could feel the warmth of her body and smell the floral and coconut scent of her shampoo as she leaned into him. Was this what she had meant by being his girlfriend? Tell everyone and act like his girl in public so that they didn't think he was some loser going on a romantic and expensive trip alone? He decided that must be what she meant.\n\nWhen they arrived on the Island Rosa continued to play the part of his girlfriend, including kissing him sweetly on the cheek and lips. They had a nice meal and then headed back to the room to sleep, already exhausted from the long plane ride. Their room was spacious and Scott was happy to see there was a wide, comfy-looking couch. As Rosa got ready for bed he saw she had chosen to wear a fairly sexy silk nightie and that surprised him. As he grabbed spare pillows and a blanket to head to the couch she grabbed his wrist and lifted the covers beside her. Surprised but not an idiot Scott slipped in the bed with her and she cuddled against his chest. The warmth of her body and the soft fullness of her breasts pressing against him caused Scott to harden despite his best efforts. Rolling over only helped to hide the erection as she soon was pressed to his back an arm wrapped around him as she fell asleep.\n\nScott awoke to an unexpected but not unfamiliar sensation. At first, he thought he was still dreaming, lying on his back and feeling the warm wet sensation of someone sucking his hard cock. The unfamiliar mouth was good at it too, tongue tracing the underside of his crown in a way that made him twitch and squirm. Reaching down he felt long slightly curly hair as he reached beneath the covers. Pulling them back he saw Rosa with her soft lips wrapped around the base of his cock, she was suckling eagerly her brown eyes sparkling mischievously as she looked back at him. Her nails lightly dug into the skin of his balls as she squeezed and caressed them, her head bobbing up and down as she suckled on him hungrily. When he couldn't take it any longer he tried to warn her but she just pressed him deep into her willing mouth and swallowed as he fed her his morning load.\n\n\"What the fuck was that?\" Scott finally managed after he recovered. Rosa stood and licked her lips as she stretched and he watched her admiring her full round ass, wide hips, and shapely perky full tits.\n\n\"A blowjob?\" Rosa laughed as she looked back at him like he was crazy. \"Didn't any of your other girlfriends suck your cock?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but you... you're...\" Scott stammered, his brain momentarily overcome by the stupidity of what he was doing. Was he really complaining about getting a blowjob? Finally, the words he was trying to find came out, \"You're not my girlfriend...\"\n\n\"Yes I am,\" Rosa said with a grin. \"That was the agreement, you pay for everything and I'll be your girlfriend for the trip. You really didn't think your girlfriend wouldn't take care of your needs, did you? Or did you think your girlfriend would be okay with you fucking some trashy island girl?\"\n\nThe last line was said jokingly but Scott thought about it for a second. Rosa had been doing everything that a girlfriend would, including... He reached up and grabbed her wrist. She looked at him in surprise then smiled. Pulling her down on the bed he palmed one of her full tits, feeling a hard nub beneath the silken fabric of her nightie.\n\n\"Now you're getting it,\" Rosa whispered, smiling as her hand slipped back to his crotch, finding him once again hard and ready for attention.\n\nAs Scott fondled her tits she stroked his cock. Then he slipped her out of the thin nightie and they made love. Rosa was shocked, for a man who had been told he could have his way with her he made sure she enjoyed every minute of it. Caressing and kissing her tan skin and fondling her breasts and sex with soft loving touches. She idly wondered for a moment if he was being so gentle because they were friends, but that thought washed away as he slipped inside her and began to slowly and smoothly pump her now dripping cunt. They spent nearly two hours in bed exploring each other's bodies for the first time, their growling stomachs the only thing interrupting their lovemaking.\n\n(1/2)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a consensual non-consent twist on a murder mystery night, someone in the house is sneaking up on girls, blindfolding, binding, and fucking them. One girl has staked her pride on finding out who it is, before she's taken herself... | [
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"content": "A/N: Dunno how I did it but I completely missed the whole blindfolding part\n\nCW: CNC, rapeplay, knife play\n\nXXXXXX\n\nKristen was the first. They went looking for her after she excused herself during dinner and the rest of them didn't realize she'd been gone until 30 minutes later. Her wrists were cuffed behind her and her ankles were tied to the legs of the bathroom vanity. The dress she wore was bunched up around her waist to reveal her pair of well used holes.\n\nThey'd found Jenn back in the kitchen on her knees and being held upright by her roped wrists strung up to the faucet. Tear stained makeup ran down her face, swollen lips, and spit dripped down her chin and onto her torn dress and revealed breasts. Her hips still jerked from the vibrator still humming away inside of her.\n\nLinda was drooling away around the ball gag in her mouth and clothespins on her nipples in one of the bedrooms with her wrists and ankles tied to the posts of the bed.\n\nThey followed a trail of clothing and found Sasha out in the stables tied down to a breeding bench. The four remaining girls stared at each other across from the restrained girl's bright red ass cheeks thanks to the riding crop lying across her lower back. One of them swiped up a fingerful of her cream and licked it up. \n\nAs agreed upon, all of the \"losers\" had been knocked out with a painless and temporary sedative. After all, what fun would the game be if they could just reveal who the \"killer\" was? And Sarah was determined to win. The rest of the girls wore skirts or dresses for easier access but her legs were wrapped in tight jeans while her chosen top was a leather jacket. They wore heels because they wanted to get caught. She wore sneakers because she wanted to get away. They wore their hair down while she put hers up into a tight bun. As a former college soccer player at a D-1 school, she had a competitive streak as wide as the Pacific Ocean. That didn't change the fact that she arrived at the mansion with hard nipples and could feel her pink lace boy short panties getting wetter and wetter with every girl they found as a big part of her wished she had been one of them.\n\nThis ridiculous, and ridiculously hot, idea had come about during a night at the sex club Sarah visited. She was talking about murder mystery movies with one of her regular fuck buddies while they were recovering when another girl in the room came up with the idea in between taking a cock down her throat. The idea was so stupid they just had to put it out there to see if anyone else would want to do it. More girls signed up than they expected.\n\nOne of the members of the club graciously provided his mansion of a home as the setting. Other members of the club played the house's staff, any one of which was also the potential \"murderer.\"\n\nRight now, Sarah's first suspect had been the butler. Mainly because he was the only guy she knew, and he was the fuck buddy that had helped with setting all of this up. He was also the person who knew just how deep her CNC fantasies went. The biggest problem with this theory was that he had been with them in the dining room, filling up their water glasses and placing their dinner plates in front of them when Kristen would've been fucked. It couldn't be the cook because she could see him every time the butler opened the door to the kitchen. That left the maid, the driver, and the groundskeeper.\n\nHer original plan had been to check out which of the servants was sporting an erection because the they would need to fuck them without cumming in order to get through them all in one night. The problem with this theory was that all of the guys were tenting their slacks with noticeable, and big, erections. It was like they all took a blue pill or two before the night's event or they were jerking off when they were out of sight just to keep themselves up at attention.\n\n\"Well, now what?\" Evelyn asked as the remaining girls sat in the living room.\n\n\"We could all just sit here and wait?\" Jamie said.\n\n\"What for?\" Kristina said as she stood up. \"I didn't come here to 'win.' I'm gonna explore the house a little. The library looked interesting.\n\n\"Don't come running too fast if you hear me scream,\" she said with a wink as she left the room.\n\nEvelyn blushed as she stood up and left the room through the other set of doors.\n\n\"We should probably give them some time,\" Jamie said with a grin. \"Up for a game of chess?\"\n\nKristina's wrists were tied to her thighs when they looked in the library and found her lying in the rug later on in the night. A sheen of sweat covered her body as she slept away with a contented smile on her face. Jamie's squirming legs told Sarah that the girl was just as turned on as she was but she resisted the urge to copy Jamie. Instead, she jerked her head to get the girl to follow her to look for Evelyn.\n\nThe culprit hadn't left many clues for her to find but anytime she thought something proved one of the men guilty, another piece of evidence proved him innocent. A muddy footprint was useless because three of the guys came inside right as they walked past the front doors. The imprint of some sort of class ring on a bright red ass was useless since all of them wore the gaudy piece of jewelry. The lingering scent of aftershave was her best piece of evidence that her fuck buddy was the culprit but then she got of whiff of the same smell from the driver.\n\nSarah ran the confusing clues through her mind over and over again, trying to figure out if there was anything she missed, as she turned down a long hallway. She was so distracted she didn't even notice Jamie was no longer behind her until she was halfway down the hall. Whoever took her left nothing behind except for the girl's bright pink thong. With no other choice, she kept moving forward.\n\nBy now, every creak of the wood floor or rattle of a window had Sarah's heart racing. It didn't help that Jamie was better than her at chess which meant she really wanted to figure out who was behind this. That want was fighting her desire to have a hand come down over her mouth and an arm wrapped around her waist. She wished something would happen though. It had been almost 30 minutes since Jamie disappeared from right behind her and she hadn't seen anyone. It was like they were teasing her.\n\nA quickly cutoff shriek rang out down the hall and Sarah sprinted towards it. Turning the corner, she saw Evelyn disappear behind a door with a hand over her mouth. It was another long sprint down a long hallway until she reached the door. It didn't matter how she found out who had done it, it only mattered that she found out so she threw the door open. What she saw had her speechless.\n\nEvelyn's mouth now had duct tape over it and she was struggling against her masked assailant's who was holding her down on the bed. The frame was high enough that the girl's heels could only just graze the floor as she writhed. Not that it mattered since it looked like the man was almost twice the size of the petite girl so she could only shift side to side as he held her arms behind her back with just one meaty paw. His other hand was busy undoing his pants and, once his big cock popped free, he tossed her skirt up over her ass and gave it a hard swat.\n\nEvelyn let out a muffled yelp then a muffled scream as the man plunged right into her. Though the girl kept screaming and struggling, the glistening coating covering his shaft when he pulled out the first time gave lie to her protests. He set a furious pace and with each stroke the girl's screams grew quieter and her struggles faded.\n\nAll Sarah needed to do was rush over, pull off the guy's mask, and she would win. Then she could find her fuck buddy because even if she didn't get \"unwillingly\" taken she could at least willingly get fucked. Instead, she was frozen in place. Though she’d had CNC fantasies and watched a bunch of porn involving said kink and come across all those girls tonight, it was completely different being in the same room as a girl struggling against a guy while he pounded her into a bed.\n\nThe sound of a hard cock slicing through a wet pussy reverberated off the wooden walls of the bedroom, punctuated by the slapping of hips against a firm ass. Sarah could barely hear the sounds though because her own heavy breathing filled her ears. Sarah wasn’t sure if her panting was caused by the imminent thrill of victory or the erotic sight but whatever the reason it was all Sarah could do to take a step forward instead of shoving a hand down her pants. That single step was all she needed to continue walking forward and then after a dozen steps or so she’d win..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was an accident. A mistake, truly. You just happened to be in the garden when you heard your neighbor moaning on the other side of the fence. You never expected her to be filming a masturbation video for her OnlyFans… nor did you expect her to invite you to give her a helping hand! | [
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"content": "**THE GARDENER**\n\nWinter was challenging for Claire, to say the least. Her last relationship, which she thought was rock-solid, ended the previous summer, and she spent the entire winter alone, indoors, binge-watching premiere television shows in-between bouts of masturbating. It was fine at the start, but Claire knew she was in a slump. When her lease ended in April, she knew moving to a new place would help her move on and have a fresh start. So she scoured the apartment listings, checking them daily. After touring a few, she settled on a place she loved, the first-floor apartment of a two-story home with a fenced-in backyard with a garden.\n\nClaire had never gardened before, but she could totally see herself getting her hands dirty, planting seeds, watering them, and watching them grow. Nearly on the idea of becoming a gardener alone, she submitted her application for the apartment and got it. She moved into her new place in May with the help of one of her friends, and within a week she was settled. Claire's upstairs neighbors were friendly enough, but they had no interest in contributing to the garden.\n\nReady to get started with her garden, she went to the store to get a large shovel, a hand shovel, and seeds. Her early time in the garden consisted of turning over the soil where the garden beds once were. She planted her seeds when the soil was ready—peppers, cucumbers, carrots, and asparagus. Claire didn't realize how much physical work it was to get the garden started, but when the first signs of growth appeared, she couldn't have been more pleased. *I'm going to take care of this garden, and I'm going to take care of myself* was her mantra.\n\nOne evening while she was watering the garden after work, she saw a woman next door across the chest-high fence whom she hadn't seen before. Her hair was a short dark tangled mess. Claire waved and said, \"Hello, neighbor!\"\n\nThe woman waved back, smiled, and walked up to the fence. \"Nice garden you got there,\" she said. \"I haven't seen you around, are you new here?\"\n\n\"Yup, just moved in a few weeks ago. I'm Claire.\"\n\n\"Meg. Nice to meet you.\" She held out her hand over the fence, which Claire walked up to and shook. Meg was imbued with the scent of lavender, and that combined with the touch of her hand made Claire's knees a little weak.\n\n\"Once I harvest, I'd be more than happy to share with you.\"\n\n\"I'd like that,\" Meg said. \"Well, I've gotta jet, but I look forward to seeing you around.\"\n\n---\n\nWeeks passed, and Claire's vegetables continued to grow. She was diligent about taking care of the garden–no weeds saw daylight for longer than a day. She exchanged pleasantries with her neighbor Meg, but they didn't connect in the way Claire was hoping. She was thinking, who knows, maybe she'd make a close friend. Meg seemed a little younger, but not that much younger. Claire would see different friends hanging around Meg's place, and she always said hello, but it never went beyond being friendly neighbors.\n\nOne Saturday morning in June–one of the first hot days of the year–Claire put on her wide-brimmed sunhat and went out into the garden, as was her ritual. As she was pulling the weeds, she heard faint moaning coming from the direction of the fence. \"Jeez, I hope everything's okay,\" she said to herself under to breath. After pulling a few more weeds, the moaning persisted. Claire, concerned and confused, crouch-walked over toward the fence. She realized the moaning, even louder now that she was closer, wasn't because of distress. Ever so slowly, as quiet as she could, Claire stood up and peered over the fence into Meg's yard.\n\nMeg was sitting on the grass, shirtless, her nipples hard, pleated skirt hiked up, panties around just her right ankle, filming herself with her phone while she rubbed her clit. Fast, slow, fast, slow, she alternated her speed while she worked it. Claire thought Meg was attractive (maybe even her type) just from seeing her across the fence, but it wasn't until she saw her nude that she realized how sexy she was. Meg stuck her finger in her mouth, licking it ever so slowly, and then started fingering herself. Surprised and aroused, Claire dropped her hand shovel, which hit her foot. \"Ouch! Motherfucker!\" she yelled.\n\nStartled, Meg dropped her phone, quickly covered herself, and looked up at the fence. \"Oh, Claire! It's just you, phew. You scared the shit out of me.\"\n\n\"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, uh, interrupt you or anything,\" Claire said, trying to swallow the pain in her foot and look away to give Meg privacy. She felt like her entire body was bright red. \"Don't let me stop you or anything, I'll just, you know, head back inside and pretend this never happened.\"\n\n\"I mean, you don't have to pretend it never happened. It's really okay. It kinda turned me on when you surprised me. I should probably be more low-key about it, I don't want to freak out *all* the neighbors or anything and get in trouble.\"\n\n\"I'm gonna, uh, head inside, Meg. Have a nice Saturday, stay, uh, hydrated. It's supposed to get even hotter out here today.\" Realizing how dorky she sounded, Claire started to walk off, leaving her shovel on the ground where she dropped it.\n\n\"Claire! Wait, one moment. I just had an idea!\"\n\nClaire stopped and turned back.\n\n\"My fans, they'd love this, honestly. I know I'd love it. You're so cute it's ridiculous.\"\n\n\"What do you mean–*this*?\"\n\n\"I'm not just recording this for *me*. It's for my OnlyFans. My fans love it when I bring in friends. Don't worry, it'll be so fun. Why don't you come on over and help me *finish* this video.\"\n\nClaire had never felt so conflicted in her life. This was like going from zero to sixty at the drop of a pin. She didn't even really know Meg. And she never recorded any kind of sexy content before except sending some photos to her ex. But she was so aroused and curious and attracted. She took a deep breath and said, \"Yeah, let's give it a try. Promise me you'll delete it if I'm not into it?\"\n\n\"Promise. Walk around to the front of the fence and lift up the latch, it's unlocked,\" Meg said.\n\nAs Claire entered Meg's backyard, Meg was rubbing her clit again. She feigned surprise and said, \"Oh my, it looks like I have a visitor. My neighbor who was out gardening just dropped by unannounced.\" She panned her phone's camera toward Claire, who looked away and covered her face. \"She's so shy, isn't it adorable?\"\n\n\"Oh god, I don't know. I'm not sure I'm cut out for this,\" Claire said.\n\n\"It'll be fun, relax.\" Meg smiled. \"I'll tell you exactly what to do if you aren't sure.\"\n\nMeg filmed Claire as she got down on the grass and crawled up between her legs. Claire started kissing up her legs. \"You clearly don't need me to tell you what...\" Claire then kissed Meg's clit and began massaging it with her tongue. \"...to... do... Jesus Christ, that feels good.\" Claire looked up at the camera–her face soaked–and winked, fully embracing what was happening.\n\nClaire put two fingers into Meg's pussy, fingering her to the same rhythm of her mouth. Meg, moaning, could barely keep control of her phone to film it. \"Oh my god, oh my god,\" she said. Her whole body tensed up. \"I'm gonna come, don't stop. Please don't stop. Holy fuck.\" Claire kept going, happy to be eating someone out for the first time in almost a year.\n\nMeg's whole body shook in an organismic spasm, and Claire slowed down as Meg came back down to earth.\n\n\"That clearly was not your first time eating pussy,\" Meg said.\n\n\"Definitely not,\" Claire said, sitting up and smiling.\n\n\"Your turn,\" Meg said, pushing Claire onto her back on the grass and handing her the phone. \"Your poor foot, is it okay?\" Meg took off Claire's sandal and massaged her foot...\n\n---\n\nA few days later, Claire saw Meg's head over the fence. She tensed up and worried it might be awkward. But she waved–trying her best to not make it awkward and just be a kind, friendly, normal neighbor who happened to partake in an adult video out of the blue, no big deal, totally normal stuff. Meg smiled and ran up to the fence.\n\n\"Girl, my fans *loved* you. Seriously. They basically all said it was my hottest video yet. Plus, it was great for me. Thank you so much. Let me know if you want to do another video sometime or if you want me to help you set up your own OnlyFans. I'm sure you'd kill it.\"\n\n\"I'm so relieved to hear that,\" Claire said, cheeks a bit flushed. \"I appreciate the offer, I'll think about it.\"\n\n\"Gotta run, later!\" Meg said and literally ran off.\n\nClaire went back to tending her garden and thought about the offer Meg made and what a strange relationship was forming with her neighbor and how glad she was to have started her garden."
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"content": "Grog sat down at the edge of the campfire's light. He took this job mostly because he knew the area better then anyone else, and it was safe if you knew it. Less so if you did not. \n\n\"Boo!\" One of the elven girls tried to sneak up on him, though he did not startle, these elves where only about a hundred years old, making them roughly twenty human years. \"Awww, you're no fun. Anyway, dinner is ready.\" She said, placing a bowl of sweet honneyed vegetables, and a crudely roasted squirrel in his lap. Grog moved them onto the ground beside him.\n\n\"Thank you. And thank you for remembering that I need meat too, you are quite kind.\"\n\nAnother walked behind him, she was not wearing as many bells as she had been before. Grog did not turn around, he knew she must be no less then half naked at this point. \"We could be kinder you know.\" She suggested. Grog had not bothered to learn their names, he was their guard, they where his clients. As a rule, he did not learn about his clients.\n\n\"You have already been plenty kind already, thank you. We should be at the docks by tomorrow morning. There is a small settlement, if you get seasick, i recommend you buy ginger cookies, ginger keeps well enough, but the cookies will taste better.\" Grog informed.\n\n\"Surely we can do something for you.\" The belled one said. \"We have many... Skills to ply for you~\"\n\n\"Cooking will be plenty, thank you.\" Grog locked eyes with one of the predators of the forrest that looked to make a meal of them.\n\n\"Surely we could enchant your weapons or armors, heal your scars perhaps? Though we would need to see them.\"\n\nGrog stood drawing his bow and drawing the elves into silence as they watched for any indication of his desires. He fired an arrow into the inky darkness, scaring away the predator.\n\n\"Oh thank you!\" The third and final elf said, in a high-pitched tone, she wore less still then the belled one, and her voice gave grog a headache. \"I can't cook or work magic but im sure my supple-\"\n\n\"I am married.\" Grog said. \"The skull necklace i wear denotes that i am married, and i love my wife too much to break her trust here.\"\n\n\"You're boring.\" The one who cooked him dinner pouted.\n\n\"Elves do not wed as it is... Restrictive. You'll see that when we get to the Capitol though.\" The belled one noted.\n\n\"But... But if you don't fuck me how will i be useful?\" The squeaky one asked.\n\n\"I am your body guard. It is my job to be useful to you.\" Grog said. \"And my services do not involve rolling in hay. There is a whorehouse at the docks if you need it that bad.\""
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"content": "Clair bent at the hips laying 3 beers on the table for the trio, she squeezed the shoulder of the one who had ordered the round. “Just holler if you want anything else sugar!” she said in what she considered to be a pretty good southern accent. Clair turned back to the bar and saw him. Simon stood by the entrance looking around awkwardly, soaking in the sight.\r \nClair skipped over and spoke before he could greet her.\r \n“Hello Daddy’o, I’m Pixie Perfect! You can just call me Pix.” said Clair, hoping he would understand and not call her by her real name. He stood stunned for a long moment.\r \n“I didn’t think you would come, see… this place isn’t so bad.” said Clair without the accent while gesturing to the bar. He had offered to pick her up and she had offered for him to come early and dispel any idea that she was spending her nights naked in endless orgies with old and groteske men.\r \n“It’s um… you’re…” started Simon, keeping his eyes locked to her face the way most newcomers would try to do. Clair slinked into his side, taking his arm around her waist and escorted him toward a booth where he could sit out of the way.\r \n“Yes I’m topless, well mostly, it’s quite liberating.” said Clair, she was wearing a bar that lifted and offered support but ended below her nipples to leave most of her full breasts on display. \r \n“I don’t know where to look.” said Simon, shying away from the waitress’ and especially the dancer.\r \n“At what makes you happy, that's what we do, we would rather you look and smile then blush and stair at your shoes, If you’re smiling we’re doing a good job.”\r \n“I didn’t realise you would be topless.” said Simon as he eased into the booth, Clair sat down opposite him and rested her elbows on the table.\r \n“You can look, it’s fine, for now I’m not your roommate, I’m Pix the waitress slash dancer.”\r \n“You dance too?”\r \n“Not on stage, I’m still to shy for that but I give a mean private dance… so to speak.” said Clair, folding her arms under her breasts. He still hadn’t looked, she wasn’t sure why that bothered her.\r \nHe looked around, trying to look casual and she could see the tension leaving his shoulders.\r \n“I’ll get you a beer, on me for the lift and hey, if you see any girls you like, I can arrange a private dance.” said Clair. She puffed out her breasts and rose but she left unsatisfied.\r \nShe leaned against the bar.\r \n“Who’s the guy?” asked John as he loaded her tray.\r \n“Guy I know from back home, he is here on a business trip.” lied Clair, it made Simon sound wealthy which would mean they wouldn’t mind her doting on him.\r \nClaire made a round with the tray dropping off drinks, she glanced to see Simon quickly looking away. A smile slowly crept across her lips and she doled out the last drinks.\r \nClair sat down with Simon again and passed him the last beer.\r \n“I’m driving.”\r \n“It’s light, barely beer… see any girls you like?”\r \n“Just you.” said Simon, a blush suddenly filling his cheeks.\r \n“Well I did offer to arrange a dance.” Joked Clair.\r \nSimon didn’t object, he looked at her and she could see his nerves returning. She could laugh but that could go either way, putting him at ease or making him feel like shit. She did also like the idea of being the one to introduce him to it.\r \nClaire reached across and took his hand.\r \n“Do you want to come watch me dance?”\r \nSimon nodded and she stood, guiding him through the hazy lights toward a curtain and Marek the bouncer.\r \nShe eased Simon into the chair and stepped back, rolling her hips as she turned about to give him a good look at her. He was already growing hard and Clair felt a smile cross her lips she couldn’t push away, she couldn’t get her game face on like this. She teased with the hem of her short plas skirt and flashed him the white thong she wore underneath. Simon tried to watch her face.\r \nClair pouted and slouched forward, resting her palm’s on the arms of his chair. “Don’t you like my dancing?”\r \n“It’s really good.” said Simon, swallowing hard.\r \n“But you’re not looking.”\r \n“I’m watching you.”\r \n“As a friend, I'm supposed to make you want to look at my body.” said Claire as she placed a knee on his chair, she bit her bottom lip and took his hand. This wasn’t technically part of a dance and was frowned upon but Simon wouldn’t know that. She lifted his hand clasped in hers and brought his finger to her lips, she kissed and sucked on his index finger and ran it down, turning palm up. She could see him openly admiring her breasts as she focussed on his hand. It brought a blush to her cheeks, she knew that her piercings could be seen through the tops she wore but this would be his first time seeing them properly. Clair brought his hand beneath her skirt. He didn’t need much encouragement and started to stroke his finger down the material of her G-string. To her surprise she was already wet. It happened when she danced but never this fast.\r \n“Thankyou for driving me home Simon.” said Clair, leaning into him.\r \n“...You’re always looking after me…”\r \nHis finger moved on it’s own, running over her sex and feeling the dampness through the material.\r \n“Let me look after you a little.” she said, her hand pressing his harder against her, pressing his finger to the side of the material and past it.\r \nSimon looked up from her breasts to her eyes, she bit her lip, knowing this was well past the rules and kneeled on the armchair, straddling his lap with her knees wide for him. She brought his other hand to her breast as she tried to keep her hips still. The had a mind of their own and she failed to suppress them bucking as his finger slid into her. Clair reached down, feeling him straining against his pants. Her nails raking over the material as she moved toward his fly. She could lose her job but she wanted it, she had wanted him and right now was the closest she had gotten.\r \n“Time.” said Marek from behind the curtain with a single knock on the wooden wall.\r \nClaire paused, collecting herself… she suddenly knew how those receiving her dances felt. She had been so close. Simon’s hand’s left her, unsure what to do as she was still straddling him. She brought his hand to her lips and sucked his index finger between her lips to clean it and tasting herself.\r \n“Just me and Pix, not my roommate… nothing weird about this right.” said Simon with a sheepish grin.\r \nClaire forced a smile. “Of course sugar! We can head out now if you like.”\r \n\\-\r \nClaire sat silent in the passenger seat, Simon was focussing on driving, she was focussing on anything but him to help calm herself back down. She wore a baggy hoodie and pretended to read her phone to ease the silence.\r \n“I can pick you up next week too Clair.”\r \nShe winced at her real name.\r \n“You don’t need to go out of your way.”\r \n“Yeah uh no, it’s not a problem. Lying awake worrying about you on a bus, that’s a problem. This is nice, there is nobody on the road.”\r \nThey waited at the red light while no cars passed.\r \n\\-\r \nPixie Perfect crossed the hall as music played, the bra presenting her nipple piercings while her lack of underwear beneath the skirt would display the matching third one. She stepped into the loungeroom to see Simon sitting on the couch. He eyed her for a moment, his eyes running down her body as a smile crossed his lips.\r \n“Hello Pix.” he said."
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"content": ">!Sorry was running late and didn't have time to give it a proper pass to grab continuity and spelling errors. !<\n\n“No no don't! You don’t just go on someone’s computer and click whas is clearly NOT a ‘homework’ file.” said Simon as he tried to reach around Alice to get the mouse.\r \n“It’s just porn… what? Do you have fucked up stuff on here?”\r \nSimon pulled away from her defensively. “No… I’m not like that, it’s all normal stuff.”\r \nAlive glanced over the ‘homework’ subfolders.\r \n“Sex, lezbian… I don’t feel like looking at a vagina...” she mused, it was a ruse, Alice didn’t mind but she loved watching blowjobs and was curious if his tastes aligned with hers. The moment she clicked the file Simon took off the kid gloves and pulled the chair away from his computer, Alice sliding with it as he snapped his fingers over Alt + F4… a split second too late.\r \nShe saw them, It was her eating a popsicle 6 months ago, the two of them had taken selfies during and here they sat as the most viewed files in his blowjob spankbank.\r \nAlice forced and overly dramatic pout on her face to hide any surprise she felt. “You’re no fun!”\r \nRelief flashed over Simon’s face, he thought she hadn’t seen them, that would make it more fun."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Bring back image prompts!!! | [
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"content": "I wasn't around when image prompts where a thing. I would enjoy doing the occasional image prompt but they come with their problems. Tosserforporb69 mentioned one, another is as follows.\n\nImage prompts are low effort and get a disproportionate number of upvotes. Prompts that would inspire good stories get pushed off the front page because everyone loves looking at tits. The top posts of all time should be the best thought out prompts, the most unique concepts, instead they are the best looking images. \n\n\nI wish there was a good middle ground, a spot where I could write stories to go along with some interesting images but in lieu of that solution, they should not return."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She would always pretend that she didn't notice or care when people casually fucked her, but she could never *quite* hide that she was coming her brains out, even as she tried to go on with what she was doing. It was why she let them do it, after all... | [
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"content": "The vegetable peeler smoothly sailed across the carrot taking a sliver of the outer edge off, leaving a shiny orange surface behind. The peel fell into a growing pile next to the cutting board. Finished with the carrot, I put it down on the cutting board with the other I had already peeled, before picking up another. Behind me, the sound of the backyard door opening disrupted my focus on the carrots I was peeling for dinner. In walked my older brother Kevin and his friend Dave.\n\r\n“Hey,” I said.\n\r\nMy brother just grumbled back at me as he walked out of the kitchen, surely headed to his room.\n\r\n“Hey Dave,” I said, trying not to blush as he looked me over, his eyes running up and down my body. I usually pretended not to notice him looking or let on how much I liked it. He was the cutest of my brothers geeky friends, but I also knew that while a bit geeky looking he had some nice abs. Of course I wasn’t checking him out the last time I’d seen him in a bathing suit. No, not me. Nor was the blush I was trying not let break out on my face cause by the memory of last time he was over. Just wow. \n\r\n“Hey, Laura,” he said. The grin on his face told me he was thinking about what happened too. I turned back to the carrots as he followed my brother out of the kitchen.\n\r\n“Dude your sister is so hot,” I heard Dave proclaimed to my brother as the sound of them walking upstairs echoed into the kitchen. My pussy twitched at the comment.\n\r\nI couldn’t hear what my brother responded, so I went back to peeling the carrots in front of me. I got lost in the monotony of the task. Each slice of the peeler was a calming influence that I needed after the hectic school day. While I enjoyed people, I tended to get overwhelmed easily and easy repetitive tasks helped center me.\n\r\nSuddenly I felt another body press up against me. “Excuse me,” Dave said. “Just reaching for a glass.”\n\r\nExcept he didn’t actually reach for a right away. Instead I felt his hips press into my ass. His chest pressed up against my back. His hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks. \n\r\n“Oh it’s ok,” I said. “I don’t mind.” I picked up another carrot to start peeling.\n\r\nDave started to grind his cock against my ass. I tried not to let on how good it felt. I slowly ran the peeler over the carrots watching the peel slowly pull away from the carrot. His right hand reached around me and grasped my boob.\n\r\n“Are you sure you don’t mind?” He asked. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he groped my tit. It was getting hard to focus on the carrots.\n\r\n“I’m sure,” I whispered.\n\r\nIt was disappointing when then let go of my breast, but then his hands grabbed my waist and slid up under my shirt. They grabbed the waist of my yoga pants and slowly pulled them down off my hips. I tried not to let my excitement show. It was a game we played. Then I felt his finger slid in-between the fabric and my skin as he pulled my thong off my hips. Instead of acknowledging what he was doing, I focused hard on the carrot in my hand.\n\r\nI heard him unzipped his pants. I peeled another slice of the carrot as his cock pressed up against my ass and then slid between my legs. Another slice of the carrot as I felt Dave push himself inside of me, the walls of my pussy expending to accommodate his girth. Another slice. I bit back a moan as I felt him bottom out deep in my wet pussy. Slice. When we were little I always want to play with my older brother and his friends. Most of the time I wasn’t allowed. I peeled another slice off the carrot. Dave's hands ran under my shirt, up my stomach to my tits. He cupped my bra cover breasts, grasping them tight as he began to slide out and then back inside of me, each thrust pushing my hips up against the counter I was leaning against. Slice. The only time I actually had been allowed to be in the same room with my brother and his friends was if I ignored them and did my own thing. I bit and sucked on my lower lip trying not to show how much I was enjoying his cock inside of me as I continued to peel the carrot I was holding.\n\r\n“Oh yes,” Dave called out in a few more moments. I felt his cock pulse inside me and knew he was coming inside me. It was too much, I leaned over the counter to steady myself as my own fantastic orgasm hit me. I felt Dave thrust a few more times as the last of his seed spewed forth deep in me.\r\nI got my breathing under control as Dave finally reach up and opened a cabinet above me. He pulled out a glass and slid out from my pussy as he stepped away. He set his glass down the kitchen island behind me before pulling up his pants.\n\r\n “You ok?” Dave asked. He looked at me funny as if he wasn’t sure whether I was indifferent or had just had the most intense orgasm.\n\r\n“Oh yeah,” I said. “I’m fine. Perfectly fine.” I tried to ignore the feeling of his cum leaking out of my pussy and sliding down my thigh. I peeled another slice off the carrot.\n\r\n“Cool,” Dave said. “Um. Thanks.”\n\r\n“Sure, anytime,” I replied. Anytime, I though, really? I couldn’t come up with anything better. I dropped the carrot and peeler and reached down and pulled my panties and my yoga pant back up. I adjusted them both as Dave poured himself a drink from the fridge before walking out of the kitchen. I turned back to the carrot I had been peeling. Sighing, I threw it into the trash pile of peels. I had peeled it so much there was nothing left to use. I grabbed the last carrot and began to peel it basking in the after glow of my orgasm, now that I was alone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: By the time the plane touched down, she'd lost fair and square. She had to be a slave for the night. She'd forgotten how long nights can be in Alaska... but her friend's cheeky smile somehow just made her hornier... | [
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"content": "Alice eyed him dubiously.\n\n“I know people.” said John, his fingers toying with a length of shoelace as he practised knots.\n\n“You’re not *that* good with people.” said Alice.\n\n“You would be surprised.”\n\n“Go on then, use your voodoo mind powers… get us into first class.” said Alice.\n\n“You would pass that off as a fluke unless you lost something in the process.” said John.\n\n“...what?”\n\n“What do I win if I get us into first class?”\n\n“Uh… you’re king for a day.” said Alice.\n\n“How about you are my slave for a day, has a nicer ring don’t you think?”\n\nAlice turned her head to look at him dead pan through the stray lengths of brunette hair. She swept it back and eyed the small coach seat he was crammed into.\n\n“Fine, slave for… the night.”\n\n“until the sun rises.”\n\n“Deal.”\n\nJohn smirked, like he was going to say something then thought better of it. He looked up past Alice and she followed his gaze to a flight attendant.\n\n“Is everything alright sir? Maam…” said the 5’6 blonde in the skimpy blue skirts all the girls wore.\n\nJohn smiled at her, he didn’t say anything and Alice watched his smile fall onto the hostess’ lips. Her cheeks flushing and her hand running her wavy blonde hair back until John broke the moment.\n\n“My friend here promises to be my slave as part of a bet. She will serve me tonight if I can get us into first class. So, I leave this decision in your hands…” Alice flinched, their hushed agreement suddenly spoken aloud. “...what do you want to have happen to her?” asked John.\n\nThe question hung for a long moment. The hostess looking down to Alice.\n\nAlice’s heart thundered, her cheeks felt hot and she had no idea how to react. The Hostess’ professional smiles twisted, something sparkling in her eye for a moment.\n\n“Sir, Ma'am. It would be our pleasure to upgrade you to business class.”\n\nAlice sat in the comfortable first class seat. It was like eating cheesecake, it felt great... in the moment.\n\n“How the hell did that work?”\n\n“Air hostess’ are a horny bunch, travelling from city to city, staying in hotel rooms every night… it’s not a lifestyle conducive to partners but it does allow for lots of casual sex.”\n\n“But… How did you *know*.”\n\n“I know people.” said John, smiling with soft satisfaction as he relaxed back. She could see some amusing thought playing out on his face and caught him glancing at the air hostess.\n\n\\-\n\nAlice felt fingers curling in her hair, the absent minded clenching of digits that followed pleasure. Her hands were doing the same, pulling into the smooth thighs as her tongue darted over the soft nub, drawing feminine moans out with every lick. Her mind struggled to focus on the task at hand, her tongue almost on autopilot as her thighs pulled against the ropes. John’s fingers curled around her hips, holding her firm as his pelvis crashed against her arse. Her tongue matching his pase as her lips where pushed into the Air Hostess’ sex on each thrust.\n\nAlice moaned into the woman as fingers held her firmly in place, hips suddenly rocking over her mouth.\n\n“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she cried, her gasps running higher with Alice’s tongue, lapping at her juices that flowed freely.\n\n“Oh… god! …Fuck I need you.” cried the Hostess, suddenly pulling from Alice’s lips. Both women collapsing to the bed as Alcies hips rocked on the edge, her mind running blank with the powerful thrusts. Breasts pressed into the bedsheets, she reached out, clawing a pillow into her chest, fingers and teeth biting into the fabric where she could smother her moans. Sarah, the hostess’ hands pawed at Alice's back as he knelt beside Alice’s turned face, lips curling into a smile at the sight of Sarah’s parted knees and the fingers that worked there.\n\n“When’s my turn?” whimpered Sarah.\n\n“Don’t be greedy, It’s Alice’s turn.”\n\nAlice felt fingers running over her bound thoughts, curling around to her sex and feeling his length as it disapeared inside Alice with each thrust.\n\n“But it’s only tonight… I want a turn before you’re all used up.” whimpered Sarah.\n\nA hand struck Alice’s arse, bringing her mind back to the present.\n\n“Tell her the deal.” said John. The pillow falling from her teeth.\n\n“Until… the sun… rises.” said Alice between gasps.\n\nSarah laughed, her fingers running circles into Alice’s clit.\n\n“Her first time to Alaska in winter I’m guessing.” she said.\n\nAlice didn’t understand the joke, she barely understood anything, mind running pink as soft curling fingers drove her over the edge."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Having grown up as a thief before she discovered her talent for magic, a young elf makes herself invaluable to her classmates by helping to sneak boys into what's *supposed* to be an all girls dorm... | [
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"content": "The clean side: after growing up as a thief for my entire adolescent life, I'd found my magic, and with it, the invitation to Autumn Joy Academy. By honing my gift in the company of fellow arcane late-bloomers, I'd find a life of comfort and prestige. The dirty side: Autumn Joy Academy is full of we depraved and deprived creatures that had lived their childhoods expecting failure, only to be elevated to the ranks of higher society in the making. It was a closely-guarded secret of the academy, which sought to shake the reputation of perversion from their pupils, but there were always rumors.\n\nTonight, I would not be helping those rumors.\n\nIt was just past midnight when we made our move. Prefects and guards lined the halls, armed with basic goggles of arcane sight and spells to daze would-be deviants. They were skilled - more skilled than all of us. Well, all except I. A life of stealing on the streets with death hanging over your head had a way of making you strong - not to mention the threat of what the wealthy did to a destitute elf. I was well-versed in avoiding well-equipped thugs. It was for this reason that I now hunched over in the rafters of the Great Hall, each of us with a Mouse Toes cantrip upon us - courtesy of scrolls drafted by yours, truly.\n\nWith our weight lessened to be slightly more than air and our grip strengthened to hold even a boar's weight aloft, we made our way easily and silently. Before long, we were at the mouth of the girl's dormitory. This was where things got tricky - though, not as tricky as I.\n\nHaving dropped to the floor just out of sight of the doorman, I approached in my sock-like pajama robe. Of course, few sock-like robes clung to the body as tightly as mine, and this *so happened* to be the night that Freddick, the loneliest guard in the Academy, watched the door. He was a tall man, fit, with a bearded jaw and a young man's eyes. I over-emphasized a yawn and stretch, my side to him, giving him an excellent profile view of my well-honed ass and magically-enhanced bust.\n\n\"Oh, Freddy,\" I began, faking a yawn, \"Thank *goodness* you're here - I fell asleep on laundry duty, and thought I'd *never* make it in.\" I feigned weakness, and Freddick hurried to me to take me in his arms. I made sure that my ass ended up in one of his hands, and that his blush was nice and bright. The boys made sure they funneled through the door *only* after their Grease incantation silenced those whiny hinges.\n\n\"Won't you help me to the first door on the right? I'd be *ever* so grateful.\" I batted my lashes - magically enhanced, as well. Sure, his goggles pointed the fact out, but he'd stopped seeing with those in favor of the \"dowsing rod\" in his pants long ago.\n\n\"Uh- Of course, Divvy,\" He sputtered, turning about to help me through the door and to that room. It was mine, true, but it was also with his back facing the silence stampede of lechers running down the hall. Now, I simply needed to ensure he wouldn't look away for thirty more seconds.\n\n\"Oh, Freddy, you're *such* a help,\" I all but moaned, as though his mere touch sent me to a tizzy - I'd seen the rolling scrolls he read, he *loved* that. \"But I fell asleep in such a *terrible* position - won't you massage my back?\" I laid upon the bed languorously, my robe \"happening to rise to cup the underside of my pert ass and reveal my dark, elven thighs. My white hair was a mess about my face, which was buried in the pillow.\n\nWith trepidation, he approached me. A dark elf was simply too much for him - always had been. Bodies didn't come like mine, not in this city. He placed his hands chastely on my shoulders, which I banished immediately. \n\n\"Lower.\" \n\nTo my mid-back, a last-ditch attempt.\n\n*\"Lower.\"*\n\nTo the small of my back, edging on the swell of womanly cheeks. \n\n\"There you are,\" I purred, doing my best impression of the women he drooled over.\n\nHe massaged at my lower back for some time, nervous fingers all but trembling. \"Y- You like that, Miss?\"\n\n\"I *love* it,\" I groaned, \"Don't be afraid to get *rough.*\" Oh, the *giggling* there would be if the girls could see this!\n\nFreddick gripped my lower back with tight fingers - he even got the nerve to give my ass a grab! A low harlot's moan was his reward. A whispered message came: *C'mon, Divvy, get here before there's none left for you!*\n\n\"Good work, Freddick - that'll be all.\"\n\nWith a mumbled \"thanks,\" Freddick ran out. He'd be busy for *days* with this memory. After waiting some time, I sprinted to the far end of the Women's Beds on my own silent skill, finding the sealed storage room. I gave a whisper of warning and entered the quieted room to see a sight for sore eyes.\n\nOver two-dozen men and women of all kinds, from the humblest human to the wildest dwarf and naughtiest orcess, in various states of undress. Mixie, the goblin, already had her fat lips wrapped around Hele Horst's \"warhammer,\" and the elven maids, Dawn and Hellise, were a tangle of tongues with Krom the half-orc alternating between teasing them and his cock (they were only too happy to assist). A veritable orgy unlike any the Autumn Joy Academy had seen was in full swing, and yours, truly was the hostess. Lorien, the bard-to-be, stepped alongside me and gave my ass a swift slap. I gave a playful, if sincerely pained, yelp.\n\n\"I had to watch that *thing* bouncing in front of me the *entire trip!\"*\n\n\"You're *supposed* to say 'thank you!'\" I chide, offering a grin. A second later, my voice is a serpent's seduction. \"Take me to the couch, there's a *better* way to introduce yourself to it.\"\n\n>!This has been my favorite! Definitely want to come back to this and write some more in, maybe do some more detailed solo sex scenes between characters and do more with Divvy, here. Thanks for the prompt!!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Jumanji, the board game, but full of kinky porn and fetish scenarios. | [
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"content": "**Kinkdom (pt. I TW: dubcon, noncon, watersports, mindbreak)**\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\"Man, having a house off campus is pretty lit,\" Barry said as he began hauling his items into the attic.\n\n\"Yeah, once you get this old stuff off the shelves, it's like twice the space of your old dorm,\" Sammy said as she dusted off the old games and tossed them aside. \n\n\"Wait, look at this…were old boardgames always so raunchy?\"\n\nBarry's face was scrunched up as he looked at the black wooden box with a set of golden handcuffs and a whip carved under the fully-capitalized word, \"KINKDOM\". \n\n\"Hahah, seems like a gag game. We could play it later with our housemates for a laugh?\" \n\nSam casually stacked the box of sheets on top the bed before beckoning to Barry, \"Come on, we still have some shit to get from your car. Let's just play it later.\"\n\n~~------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\n\"So what's this game here?\" \n\nThe five housemates gathered around the blackened box in curiosity. \n\n\"Ask Barry. He's the one who found it,\" Sammy said as she sipped her iced tea. \n\n\"I have no clue, guys. Just thought it'd be fun,\" Barry muttered as he unclasped the box and the cover fell back on its hinges. \n\n\"What are the rules,\" Jessica said as she examined the intricate wooden board, a ten-sectioned metal spinner in the center of the wheel next to a small, red button. \n\n\"Seems like a dumb game. The only five rules are press the button on your turn, slide your piece to the tile, follow the card, game ends when one player reaches FINISH, and don't cheat,\" Charles said as he looked on the inside of the lid. \n\n\"Are you sure the game isn't broken? I mean, I don't see any cards,\" Linda said as she clicked the button, the metal spinner spinning clockwise with a *ping* stopping on a six as a card popped out on a slot on the side of the thick gameboard. \n\nEveryone paused in surprise, unsure of where the cards came from as Linda stared at the card with uncertainty before Charlie chided in, \"So, um, are you going to read the card?\" \n\nLinda awkwardly slid the handcuff token to the sixth slot as she pulled out the card. \n\n\"Safe-word: you may declare a safe-word. If you use the safe-word, you may get out of one scenario excluding: free-used, enslaved, and tentacles,\" Linda read. \n\nInstantly, everyone laughed nervously at the ridiculousness of the situation. \n\n\"Really?\" Linda asked as another card popped out of the game to everyone's surprise. \n\nShe glanced at the new card with the words, \"Your safe word is, 'Really?' Say during one scenario and it ends instantly. Do not use this word until then.\" \n\n\"Soooooo, who's next?\" Barry asked as he looked at the other game pieces. \n\n\"Fine, I'll bite in your stupid game,\" Charlie replied as he clicked the button. \"Seven! Hah, I'm one past you,\" Charlie said as he slid the metallic whip token past Linda. \n\nA card popped out which read, \"Hypnosis: the nearest member of your preferred gender must perform any sex act you ask of them in the next five minutes.\"\n\nAs Charlie read it, he snickered, \"Aw come on, this is dumb. This card says if I ask Sammy to suck my dick, she has no choice.\"\n\nInstantly, Sammy's eyes went blank as she undid Charlie's belt, sucking passionately to Charlie's surprise. \n\n\"Really?\" \n\nInstantly, Sammy snapped back to reality as Linda's card disintegrated into a cloud of smoke. Sammy sat herself back up, washing the taste of cock away with iced tea as she yelled, \"What the fuck? I couldn't even stop myself. This is kinda fucked! We should really stop.\n\nAs Sammy went to grab the game, her palm accidentally pushed the red button as the spinner stopped on a four. \n\nThe spinner dinged as another card slid out Sammy stared. \n\n\"Fuck it, the game ends now. I mean, it can't continue if I don't move a piece or read the card.\"\n\nAs she said the words, the paddle piece slid itself to the fourth square as she heard a sound from the closet door. \n\n\"Wait, what's that sound in the closet?\" \n\nSammy's words hung in the air for a few seconds as the flopping sound stopped.\n\nInstantly, everyone screamed as the door opened as a man in a crotchless gimp-suit jumped out and brutally choked Sammy as he ripped off her leggings, forcing himself between her legs. \n\nThrough the commotion, the card fell out as Charlie read, \"Gangraped by gimps. Lose a turn.\" \n\nSammy cried in pain as the gimp deflowered her while screaming, \"WAIT, GIMPS? THERE'S MORE THAN ONE OF THESE FREAKS?\" \n\nAs she said the words, two more degenerates eagerly climbed from the closet as Jessica and Linda fled the room while Barry accidentally pressed the button as he pushed aside the game. Another *ping*, the number 10, and another card slid out.\n\nAs the card fell on the floor, Charlie skimmed the words: \"Mistress's toilet: A dominatrix has deemed you worthy as her toilet. Show her you are worthy and get a reward or lose a turn and be ruined.\"\n\nBarry ran upstairs as he suddenly got pinned by a voluptuous, tall lady in leather. \n\n\"Ohhhh, my pet, mistress needs a toilet. Won't you be a good boy?\" \n\nBarry tried his hardest to pull himself away but it was useless as he was pulled to the bathtub and handcuffed to a towel rack next to the shower, the mistress unzipping her crotch. \n\n\"What are you do-AGHHHH,\" Barry said, interrupted as a stream of light-yellow salty warmth poured on his tongue. \n\n\"Drink up, after all, *mistress has no use for a toilet that doesn't flush*,\" the buxom brunette said as she emptied her bladder into the thoroughly intimidated college sophomore's mouth. \n\nBarry could barely gulp as he felt her lubed, slippery latex hands pulling his cock from his joggers, stroking him in ways he had never felt from any of his prior lovers. As he neared climax though, the fingers edged him over and over until he could no longer hold back, splattering himself at the air as the dominatrix tsked at him. \n\n\"Pity you're not a good toilet nor a pet,\" she said as she zipped up her crotch and unlocked the cuffs before walking out the door and vanishing. \n\n\"Well, shit. What now? Sammy's turn isn't yet,\" Charlie said looking over at the poor girl, vicious cocks sliding in and out of her, \"and Linda isn't here to take her turn. Wonder what happens if I take another turn,\" Charlie said as he pressed the button. \n\nA hard thunk was his reply as the wheel spun counter-clockwise before landing on a four, a black card popping out. \n\n\"Non-Con: For taking what wasn't yours, you will now be taken advantage of. Move back the number of spaces you spun as tentacles take you in.\" \n\nThe whip slid backward four spaces as numerous slimy tentacles slid up between the couch cushions grabbing Charlie as they defiled his orifices, thrusting in his guts and his throat as he struggled, a few tendrils going down his urethra as he was forced to cum uncontrollably as the gimps finally left Sammy a cum-drenched mess. \n\nMinutes passed as Linda and Jessica tried to escape the house only to find everything outside the house to be a shadowy nether realm with nothing but lust and sexual moans filling the air.\n\nBarry rinsed his mouth as he returned downstairs to a nude, tearful, cum-soaked Sammy and a cum-drunk, drooling Charlie. Linda and Jessica awkwardly sat back down as they stared at the game. \n\n\"So what now,\" Jessica asked, unsure of the situation\n\n\"I don't want to play,\" Linda replied as she looked at Sammy and Charlie. \n\nAs Linda moved to put the game back in the box, Charlie shook his head.\n\n\"Game…ends…when…finish…no…cheating,\" he could barely utter the words in a daze. \n\n\"I hate to say it but Charlie might be right,\" Barry said as he hung his head, \"besides, aren't we trapped in this house until the game is complete?\""
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"content": "**A Minor Cat-astrophy**\n------------------------------------------\n\n\"Mew better turn me back MEOW!\" \n\nKathy's claws had Craig pinned down while the words spilled out in a hissy growl. \n\n\"Same, I don't wanna be a **dick** but it's *not hard* to see why I'm pissed off right now,\" Alex yelled, freaking out and leafing through the ancient magical index. \n\n\"L-look, you guys asked me to mess around with this magical index. I-I didn't ask for this, y-you did,\" the words spilled from Craig's mouth as he slipped out of his shirt.\n\nAs Craig ran, he yelled, \"Keep the index. I'm booking it, pun totally intended.\"\n\nThe door slammed while the two transformed friends manically searched the pages of the book for any way out of their predicament. \n\n\"Well, this is just purr-fect, he fucks me as a cat-girl but once I throw a hissy-fit, he's terrified. I don't mean to be catty but…I'M A FUCKING CAT FOREVER NOW!\" \n\nInstantly, Alex thought back to Kathy's passionate fucking an hour ago recalling the amazing climax experienced by the newly-female body. For just a second, Alex pondered about how great it would be to masturbate as a girl all the time. The indescribable pleasure raced through Alex's mind distracting from the conversation until Alex remembered all the difficulties of periods Kathy complained about and the painful realization of losing years of muscular gains.\n\n\"Heh, a fucking cat…yeah, I guess you're a cat that'll fuck a lot considering how many furries are into catgirls. Wanna know what I got out of this? Multiple orgasms at the cost of, I don't know, my basketball scholarship, periods, and **getting fucked**.\"\n\n\"You're ssssaying that being a girl is somehow worse than being a **half-cat freak**? I was already getting laid without having to go after weeby creeps! I went from being one of the cutest girls in our college to having to resort to dating potential furries for money? You have to be kitten meow!\"\n\nKathy was furry-ous as she pounced on Alex who hated how wet it made them. Alex blushed before whispering, \"Um, you're kinda making me horny right now and I'm totally touching myself.\"\n\n\"Ugh, watching us fuck with *heated* passion earlier wasn't enough? Damn, guys really don't change even when they're in a girl's body,\" Kathy said disgustedly as she stopped pinning the masturbating red-head. \n\n\"Wanna finger each other and not think about it? Maybe give me some tail?\" \n\nKathy squinted angrily before sighing, \"Fuck it, I'm feline it anyways.\"\n\nClothes flew off again as the two female bodies passionately licked, sucked, and fucked. Fingers curled in slippery slits as tongues entangled passionately. Hands groped breasts as legs twitched in pleasure. Alex could not believe how comforting Kat's tail filled the tight wetness. \n\n\"Well, fuck,\" Kat said as she recovered from another orgasm.\n\n\"That's certainly what we did. Now what?\" \n\nKat purred contentedly as Alex stroked her ears unsure of how to respond.\n\n\"Well, fuck Craig. Guess we have to live with it,\" Kat whispered after pondering for awhile. \n\n\"You already did that. Pity he's not here for us to do that again.\"\n\n\"Aw, fuck you.\"\n\n\"Yes, please,\" Alex said playfully before going to wash up. \n\n*Guess it's probably not as bad being a girl if I get to cope with Kat,* Alex thought while turning on the shower."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After completing a legendary task, the heroine was granted the title of goddess. Unfortunately the only remaing domain was that of lust. | [
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"content": "Loved writing this. I plan on continuing this next week. If I forget to post, message me.\n\n\\-El\n\nPART ONE\n\n“Lilly? We’re ready for you.”\n\nLilly's eyes fluttered open as a fog clouded her mind. “Where am I?” she said, staring at a blank wall that felt like any other office building. She looked down, realizing she was wearing a tight dress and red heels. Red heels? She never wore red heels, or any heels for that matter. Her outfit seemed far too sexy for something she’d normally wear. When had she put this on?\n\nLilly looked around and saw an inconspicuous man waiting for her at the doorway. He had a soft smile, blue eyes that seemed to hold some key to knowledge locked away. He waved her over without another word.\n\n“Hello,” she said, making her way to him and through the door. “Who are you, and... where are we? I don’t really--”\n\nThe man cut her off. “No worries, young lady,” he said, motioning her over to a seat by a fairly small brown desk. “Don’t worry about anything. You’re dead!”\n\n“Dead?” Lilly said, hovering halfway over the chair. “What do you mean dead?”\n\n“Dead! Kapooie! Blamo! Deadsies. Kaput. Six feet under! You know, dead!”\n\n“But how-- when?”\n\n“Oh-h-h-h-h,” the old man began. “Does that really matter?”\n\n“Well it matters to--”\n\n“So anyway,” he started, cutting her off again. “You’re dead and that’s all there is to it.”\n\n“Well I--”\n\n“Listen, lady. Most people don’t get this far. Honestly only about a dozen people have gotten this far.”\n\n“A dozen people got... here?”\n\n“That’s right. Out of something like forty eight point three billion. Something like that. I’m not great with numbers.”\n\n“So, then where are we? Is this.. Heaven?\n\n“Heaven!?” the man leaned back in his rolling chair and laughed. “Oh no, nothing as boring as that. This is better. Way better!”\n\n“Better than heaven?”\n\n“Yup!”\n\n“So... then?”\n\n“We’ll get to that in a minute. Listen,” he began and pulled out an enormous binder from under the desk, gracelessly dropping it on the surface with a loud thud. “You’re a pretty great human,” he held his palm on the binder’s cover as he spoke. “No doubt about that. I mean, really. But I’ve never seen a human waste so much of their life being nice and wholesome.”\n\n“Well I wouldn’t exactly call it a--”\n\n“I mean really! Vaccine fundraisers, food drives, building homes for the homeless, wow! Incredible! So much time wasted, truly.”\n\n“Hey! I really don’t--”\n\n“And THEN you cured cancer! I mean what the heck lady! Save some of that philanthropy for the next round of idiots, would you?”\n\nLilly rubbed the side of her temple, a migraine beginning to settle in. “I really don’t understand what you’re talking about. How could curing cancer be a waste of time?”\n\n“Well I mean they’re all going to die anyway right?”\n\nLilly furrowed her brow. “Of course. We all die. But now those people can have a fulfilling life without cancer, without that pain, without that suffering.”\n\nThe man leaned back again. “They’ll find new ways to suffer, don’t worry. Besides it’s only for like seventy years or so, give or take. What’s the difference?”\n\nLilly rubbed at her temple harder. “What on earth are you going on about?”\n\n“Oh-h-h-h, lady, we are so far from earth. Well, you are anyway. I can go there in a jif. Watch this!” Before her eyes the man popped out of existence as if he was never in the room at all. Just as suddenly he appeared off to the side wearing a bright colored button down and white slacks. He held two cocktails in his hands, one half full. “See?” he said, as if she had asked the stupidest question in the universe.\n\n“My brain hurts.”\n\n“Funny, considering you don’t technically have a brain anymore.”\n\n“What do--”\n\n“So anyway I was reading over your file and you really did some amazing things,” he said calmly and offered her the mojito. “But you seriously failed at life.”\n\n“I think we may have a different view of life,” she said, waving away the drink.”\n\n“I mean sure, you cured cancer, and that was amazing, but eventually someone was going to do it, whether it was you or Jim Heschel.”\n\n“Who’s Jim Heschel?”\n\nThe man looked at Lilly as if she had a dildo on her face. “Jim Heschel was the guy who would have cured cancer if you didn’t. Aren’t you paying attention?”\n\n“Well I mean--”\n\n“So anyway, yes I was reading your file and blah blah blah, amazing things, blah blah blah, but I mean, Lilly! You never even had a mojito before! How could you call these last fifty three years living?”\n\nLilly sighed, seeing how she was going absolutely nowhere fast. He motioned for the drink again and Lilly begrudgingly accepted. She sipped cautiously as the most beautiful taste lingered on her tongue. Sweet sugar like nectar from the gods, fresh mint, and liquor hitting her throat in a way that she never experienced.\n\n“See?” he said, in a kind of I-told-you-so kind of way. “I mean, that IS the best mojito in the universe, so I might be cheating, but still!”\n\n“What’s your point?” she said, making her own point not to finish the drink.\n\n“Stubborn. I like it. The fact of the matter is you’re twelve out of eleventy billion or other and yes you did something incredible but you never actually experienced life!” He raised his hand as she was about to speak. “But that doesn’t actually matter. Life as you know it, is just kind of this warm up for the afterlife.”\n\nLilly cocked her head understanding now where this conversation might lead.\n\n“Kudos to you lady! You’re getting your own domain!”\n\n“Domain?” she said, taken aback. “What does--”\n\n“But there is kind of this one problem though. You see, you're number twelve. There are twelve domains. Domain of Gluttony, Domain of Sleep, of creativity, of N64 video games from 1997.”\n\n“That one seems very specific.”\n\n“Blah blah blah, there’s twelve, and you’re twelve. Normally we do a roulette wheel but since you’re that last one, you get the scraps, my dear.”\n\n“Okay,” she said calmly, completely unsure what this meant, but she knew it couldn’t be a bad thing, could it? “What is the last domain?”\n\n“The Domain of Lust, of course,”\n\n“Lust!” Lilly shouted and rose from the chair. “But I--”\n\n“Am as boring a doorknob? An asexual virgin? Right on both accounts.” He winked and gave her double finger guns.\n\n“This is impossible. I’m dreaming. I’m--|”\n\nThe office room exploded into nothingness. Fragment by fragment the walls, floors, windows, desks, EVERYTHING splintered away and flew far beyond as a white void filled the space. Lilly and the man stood as if on solid ground.\n\n“This isn’t a dream. You’re a Goddess.”\n\n“A Goddess?”\n\n“THE Goddess, actually. The Goddess of Lust. From now and always.”\n\n“What... does that mean?”\n\nHe winked at her as fragments of wood and metal formed into places around them. Little by little a room formed. Soft, red velvet carpet formed under her feet. Intricately carved marble columns rose under a vaulted ceiling. Framed canvas art adorned decorative walls, each displaying erotic sexual scenes. A smokey, yet inviting fragrance graced Lilly’s nose and an unfamiliar taste prickled her tongue. A massive red bed formed at the center of the chamber, adorned as comfortably and elegantly as the rest of the room.\n\n \n “Welcome to your throne room!”"
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"content": "Disclaimer: The monstrous boyfriend is a cat boy. M/M\r \n\r \n“Beer?” I asked, leaning over the cooler.\r \nThe various members of my family accepted or denied my offer. I tossed out cold cans to those who wanted them, before returning to my seat with a cold one in hand. I swapped out the coozie, tossing my empty at the barrel behind us. Didn’t make it, but I could get it later, or one of the kids might grab it to burn with a sparkler.\r \n“So Jim, your new boy toy, what’s his story? You know the ears and what have you,” Uncle Hank asked flipping burgers on the grill.\r \nI knew it was coming, my immediate family knew about Ryan but this was his first time at a larger family gathering. So obviously I was going to get asked a lot of questions. The first always being about the ears and tail. “They’re real, Ryan’s a cat boy.”\r \n“No shit, I thought all that news was a hoax. They’re real?” my cousin Leah was surprised. A lot of people were like her, when the news that a secret society of cat people were discovered last year most people thought it was a hoax or a publicity stunt. It quickly fell out of the news cycle and the cat people were able to integrate into modern society. Most people now just assume they are just wearing fake ears and tail.\r \nThe whole group looked over at my boyfriend. Ryan had pitch black hair just long enough to frame his face, his ears stuck out the top of his head, while his tail was tipped in white. He had a slender frame and was only 5’3”. Right now he was putting on a show for some of my younger cousins, and some of the curious adults as well. They watched as he nimbly climbed a tree, jumping down in a show of acrobatics, twisting or flipping before landing on his feet.\r \n“Where’d you meet?” Uncle Hank asked.\r \nI smiled, “We met at the Taylor Swift concert last year. He was in the seat next to me, his tail kept hitting me as he danced along.”\r \nEveryone laughed as I told them all about our first night. I only stopped when I felt a pair of hands on my shoulder. I looked up to see Ryan standing there. “Hey kit,” I said, “I was just telling everyone how we met.”\r \nI could hear him purring. “Can we talk,” he glanced around the circle, “in private?”\r \n“Sure. I’ll be right back,” I stood leading Ryan over by the garage. “What’s up? Nobody offended you, did they?” I knew none of them would be homophobic, I’d ironed that problem out long ago, but meeting a cat person for the first time was a whole new issue.\r \n“No, they’ve all been so nice,” his purring was growing louder. He was squirming all over the place, “I just, nya it started again.”\r \nI stared at him a second, unsure of what he was getting at. Then it hit me, IT started. Ryan was going into heat again, well not exactly but close enough. Cat people grew super horny a couple times a year, during their breeding seasons. I thought we still had a week or two, but what better timing than a family barbecue.\r \n“We’ll just have to wait out till after dessert. Just another hour or two,” I said, rubbing his shoulders. I would sometimes forget how muscular he actually was despite his lean build, all the cat like aerobics really do wonders for him, or maybe it’s just in their genes.\r \n“Nyan, can’t we just find a bathroom or a closet or something?” he pleaded.\r \n“Kit, Auntie’s walls are paper thin, and you’re not the quietest cat,” I laughed, imagining my family coming to check out what all the ruckus was about.\r \n“What about the car? Nya,” he mewled. His purring growing louder as he rubbed my biceps. “I’ll make it worth your while.”\r \n“You always do,” I kissed him, “But you’ll need to wait out the barbecue.”\r \n“Hss,” he hissed, with a pout on his face.\r \n“Come on, look Hank’s already taking the burgers off, it won’t be that long,” I wrapped my arm around his shoulder as I walked us back to my seat.\r \n“Welcome back,” Leah joked. I took my seat and pulled Ryan into my lap. His tail was flicking back and forth, brushing against my arm and back. He was grinding against my lap, desperate for relief. It was kind of cute, seeing him be so needy. “So Ryan, what’s it like leaving cat society?”\r \n“Nya, it’s different. We didn’t have a lot of this stuff, we were secluded. Mwrah, they don’t know where we came from, our legends say it was a gift from the goddess that our ancestors were human, but most of the doctors we met didn’t care for that answer.” He ran his fingers through my hair, ruffling my sweaty locks as he talked. He never stopped squirming and purring.\r \n“A goddess? Your people religious?” Cousin Vicky asked next.\r \nI saw Auntie laying out the fixings, “I’m going to go make our plates.” I had to peel Ryan off me, leaving him behind in my seat. I’d heard the religion spiel enough times, Ryan wasn’t particularly religious but that wouldn’t stop people from asking a bunch of questions."
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"content": "Dylan stared around the room. There were dozens - *scores* - of dolls on display; hundreds of bottlecaps, all mounted on wooden displays, or in shadowboxes - and ...\n\n\n\nEasily, *easily* a hundred \"champion tokens\". Phi Phi Delta, Cappa Phi, Delta Delta ... ... scores of tokens, over dozens of campus frats.\n\n\n\nKyzie wandered out of her bathroom, and started, with a snarl, at Dylan, in the middle of her room. Dylan started, and gave a little shriek.\n\n\n\nShe'd known Kyzie was a dragon girl, but most lizardfolk, or frog folk, or, well, \"non-mammal-folk\" were very ... ... solidly shaped, very ... ... androgynous. Kyzie was ... *definitely* not androgynous. **She** had a full, pert chest under her green tank-top. Her skin was a dull pink in colour, and her back of her hands, and shoulders, actually displayed a light speckling of scales ... ... and a pair of very bright red, scowling eyes ...\n\n\n\n\"Oh my God, sorry!\", Dylan cried out. \"Sorry, I'm from Delta House! I'm here about the walk permit!\" Dylan raised her hands, as if to block her eyes, and clenched her eyelids shut.\n\n\n\n\"Oh - OH!\", reacted Kyzie. Her voice was not as raspy as Dylan might have subconsciously expected; it was perkier, lighter in tone, and she heard the dragon-girl move to the other side of the room. \"Oh, you're good, open up, Baby,\" Kyzie added, with a giggle.\n\n\n\nA bit cautiously, Dylan opened her eyes. Kyzie hadn't changed out of her tank top, or her snug bootie shorts, with \"J-U-I-C-Y\" written across the bottom. Kyzie bent at the waist, her three foot long tail stretched behind her for balance ... but the feminine curve of her buttocks obvious.\n\n\n\nDylan watched the tail lazily shify left to right, and back, as Kyzie's hips shifted. She was humming to herself.\n\n\n\nDylan realized Kyzie had said something ... but had no idea what. She'd been too preoccupied staring at the dragongirl's ... assets.\n\n\n\n\"Huwhut?\", Dylan stammered.\n\n\n\nKyzie looked back over her shoulder at Dylan. \"I asked, did you need the money now too, or just the form? I have the money, too.\" Kyzie's eyes nictared, and eyelids fluttered.\n\n\n\nDylan stammered, \"Naw, uh, money goes to, uh, student services. Great, uh, collections, you've...\"\n\n\n\n\"Whores,\" Kyzie said, pulling a paper from her filing system.\n\n\n\n\"Wh... whor ... HORDES,\" stammered Dylan realizing *just in time* what Kyzie must have actually said.\n\n\n\nKyzie crossed towards her, paper in an outstretched hand, smirk on her face. \"Yeah. 'Cept the frat tokens. Those are definitely my *whored*,\" Kyzie winked, and giggled.\n\n\n\nDylan glanced towards them again. \"Uh, yeah, it's...\",\n\n\n\nKyzie nodded. \"I know! I can't help it. Can't pick what you horde. Dolls, since I was five. Bottlecaps were at nine. And, couple months ago, I saw one of those tokens, and... once it clicks,\" she snapped her fingers, and shrugged. \"Got my first one that night,\" she added with a laugh.\n\n\n\n\"So, did you, uh ... earn all these? Yourself?\", Dylan asked. Kyzie nodded, enthusiastically.\n\n\n\n\"Yup!\" Her eyes glittered, as she added. \"That's how it works. Part of adding them to the horde. Can't just find them on the ground. Each one tells a story.\"\n\n\n\nDylan studied the pile of tokens. \"Like this one,\" Kyzie said, taking the token from the pile with both hands, and pressing it to her chest. \"Tyler Appleton. We went to homecoming together. He got me a candy apple,\" she gushed.\n\n\n\nDylan felt sheepish for a moment. That didn't seem like a sex thing; she'd thought the tokens were only given by frat brothers for sexual ...\n\n\n\n\"I blew him behind the bleachers,\" Kyzie added, matter of factly. \"I could hear people cheering when he shot his load down my throat,\" she nodded, biting her lip. \"Mmm, that was a good one. Oh! And this one ...\"\n\n\n\nKyzie picked up another token, showing it to Dylan. \"Kyle Hampton. He just wanted pics to jerk off to, but I let him cum on my breasts. Easy,\" she shrugged.\n\n\n\n\"So, every one of these ...\", Dylan fumbled for words. \"... they're all ... different ... guys?\"\n\n\n\nKyzie nodded. \"That's how it *works*. You're not supposed to double up,\" Kyzie rolled her eyes.\n\n\n\nDylan counted. \"It's just November ... how long have you ...,\" and Kyzie giggled in response, biting her lip.\n\n\n\n\"I can't help it. Once the hording instinct kicks in, it's like ... soooo rewarding. Plus, like ... it's honestly been a great few months. Most of them have been great guys. There's some great memories in here.\" Kyzie picked up four tokens, her eyes shining, and offered them to Dylan. \"Like, this might have been the best night of my *life*, whew! So glad it's hard for dragongirls to get pregnant.\"\n\n\n\nDylan examined the piles again, wheels turning. Were they sorted by ... source? How they were earned? ... when they were earned?\n\n\n\n\"*Anyways*, Kyzie said, with a smile. \"I gotta get dressed. I'm popping over to Theta Sigma today. They're doing a computer, network ... thing today, and I can probably get, like, ten or twelve tokens between games.\" She looked Dylan up and down, and gave her a devilish smirk.\n\n\n\n\"... wanna come?\"\n\n\n--\n\n\nXOXO,\n\n~Jessika"
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"content": "They were holding their breath.\n\nSheila and Trey were a damn fine team. It was more than a tank they were piloting, it was a horse with a personality and needs. The dash had some sticky and broken buttons, the AC only worked half the time, and there was a real trick to starting her that only Trey knew - if only because he wasn't much of a talker and couldn't explain it.\n\nThe model of their big red killing machine was a scouting type - lower to the ground, with very versatile tread for getting over harsh and broken terrain. Trey was its driver, skinny and tattooed, nearly reclined lower in the chassis and closer to the engine. A myriad of controls were at his fingertips, plus a steering column that looked more like it belonged on a plane. \n\n\nSheila was its gunner - a hard drinking hard working woman, who complained if the recoil on any weapon wasn't strong enough for her. Her seat was just above Trey on a swivel, underneath the guns and the main hatch. The ballistics they used for the cannon were huge, each one as big as an interstate traffic cone and about a thousand times heavier.\n\nSheila's arms were strong enough to load the bombs of course, all she had to do was bend down to do it. Trey, in the drivers seat, felt her tremendous soft tits brush his shaved head every time she did it. He had tried to move out of the way before, out of respect for his coworker, but it really wasn't possible and they didn't have time in the battle to get fussy about boundaries. They hadn't mentioned it, both having spouses at home, so it had become almost routine to get tit-slapped on each reload. It never failed to skip their heartbeats, even as gunfire rang in their ears.\n\nToday, Sheila's beautiful full tits were not the topic of discussion. Neither of them spoke, dirty and hot, as they quietly managed their rations in the dark of the tank. They didn't have eyes on the outside world in this cramped killing machine, but the map of the field outside was still dominating their thoughts.\n\nYesterday they had got caught in the crossfire. Some up-jumped general had decided to advance from the South before they had cleared out the scouts, before Trey and Sheila had even got word back. It was a disaster of a push here on the front line. The woods Trey had been using for cover in this flatland were gone now, the valley transformed into a muddy incinerated hellhole. It was also now a snipers paradise, with the enemy dug into the North hill and the artillery had blown their treads apart. It was all they could do to slip into a foxhole big enough for their tank, and pray the enemy thinks the drivers were killed. If the electronics hadn't been blown to hell, they would have radioed for help.\n\nEvery couple minutes they could hear the crack of a sniper - always from the north side. They had been picking off stragglers all day, and were surely looting the battlefield now that their allies had retreated. Leaving the tank would surely be suicide, but that didn't stop Sheila from listening as closely as possible.\n\nThen, like they had dreaded, footsteps sloshed through the mud outside. The scouts were fluent in the enemy language, but couldn't make out what they were saying. It was only when a combat boot hit the side of the hull that a shot of adrenaline hit them both, as they checked the lock on the hatch.\n\n\"Shit!\" Sheila whispered hotly under her breath. She leapt up, swiftly locking the mechanism, but losing her balance in the process. As Trey tried to correct her fall, she tumbled and slid face down onto her driver. There was a great clattering inside the tank, and the sound of shouting from outside.\n\nFor a moment, there was no sound besides their heartbeats pounding against eachother like mad, the heat and gentle smell of their genitals just adjacent to thier noses. It was strange to be 69'ing, her tremendous boobs spilling over his legs, while both fearing desperately for their lives. They both held their breath, as the voices outside picked up again.\n\n\"You cowards!\" Some older voice picked up. A crowd of laughing followed, talk of 'knocked the corpse off the seat' with lots of back-slapping was heard. It wasn't until the hatch was tried, pulled from the outside but barred (thankfully) from the inside, that they melted.\n\nSheila started to get up, but found she wouldn't be able to without making a lot of noise. Trey similarly couldn't maneuver her around to do the same, not without making a ruckus. The footsteps and voices were still outside - it wasn't possible to make out how many, or how long they might be there.\n\n\"Fuck, sorry,\" Trey whispered as quietly as he could. He had grabbed her ass, clutched tight to stabilize her as she fell, without even realizing it. He let go without a suitable place for his hands.\n\n\"Actually,\" she said, as he thought about where to put them, \"could you... pull me up? My head is dangling under your seat.\"\n\nBy the hips this time, he lifted her short body more firmly onto his. Her pussy was closer, covered by fatigues, and he had to lean his head back to avoid kissing it. She was similarly pressed by the cheek against his crotch. She laughed, moved her head, and laughed again. He asked her what's so funny.\n\n\"Your dick,\" she whispered through clenched, grinning teeth. He made a strange face as he realized he was rock hard - a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and not a small amount of delight.\n\nThey had been soldiers for years, even met each-others spouses when they were on leave, just once. Of course there had been a glance, a sudden unexplained attraction, which vanished as regular life resumed. Now though... they had been fighting for months, racked up an impressive track of confirmed kills, and were probably about to be taken as prisoners of war. \n\n\nAt best.\n\nShe played with his cock through his pants, as he pressed his head back into the seat, one hand finding her long red hair, getting tangled in it so quickly.\n\n\"Shh...\" he said, whispering. Their eyes met over the horizon of her tight ass, as she held a finger to her lips. Then it traced the outline of his cock in his pants, as she began undoing his belt.\n\nAs he was slipped out and filled up her hands, his face pressed between her asscheeks. He pulled her waist up to him like a chalice, muffling his moans in her crotch as they heard some soldiers take a sit-down on their tank.\n\nSheila's grip froze. She looked up at the ceiling and listened to the voices, slowly redirecting her attention to her friends cock. Passively, almost automatically, she licked the bead of pre-cum forming at his slit, then spread it over the rest of his head. It had been a long time, but she remembered the taste of cum, and how madly she wanted more of it. Hungry and losing focus on her surroundings, she dived to his balls and crammed his thick cock into her throat.\n\nGravity helped, but Trey's white knuckled hand was gripping her hair and co-operating her pace on his cock. He inhaled sharply as she breathed in his shaft, both their hands working her belt and pants down past her crotch. He wasn't going to be able to get her boots off, so her legs would be trapped by her pants at her ankles. An easy fix, he leaned forward so her shins rested comfortably on the seat behind, while his head was one strong flex away from being a watermelon between her thighs.\n\nStuck by her body completely, he dived forward into her soaking, messy pussy. He lapped at her, starving, drinking in her arousal. A free hand roughly clenched her fat asscheek, feeling its smoothness, as if to say 'if it wouldn't literally kill us i would smack your ass so hard right now.'\n\nSeemingly in response but definitely lost in her own world, Sheila responded by redoubling her self-made throatfucking, treating her own neck like a sleeve. Once he had started drinking her in like lifewater, she couldn't let his head out of the back of her mouth. She was moaning and whimpering on his cock, drool and more precum getting mixed and sliding down to coat his balls.\n\nNot even her agonizing slowness could mask the sound of her slurp as she pulled the dick out of her throat. Breathlessly she masturbated him with one hand and signaled for him to stop eating her for a second. She hesitated, thinking and rethinking the words, and giving in to her most carnal needs. She didn't even whisper, just mouthed the words with her soft lips against his thigh;\n\n\"Cum inside me.\"\n\n(cont. below)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she agreed to help her friend demo a new invention for perspective clients, she didn't realize that it was a sensitivity enhancing cream guaranteed to greatly speed and enhance the girl's orgasms during intercourse... | [
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"content": "The Demo\n\nA slow daunting realization came over me while Bobby performed the lecture part of the demo. Sure it was at a kink convention and the largest panel room they had, but he didn't tell me what item she was demonstrating before it started. I was certain he asked me because I did spend some time as a stripper and also a nude art model.\n\nSo I assumed this might be bondage gear or a kinky outfit. He met me after I was done stripping and modeling and often joked about finding a reason to see me naked. We never dated. The timing was always off. Either I was in a relationship or he was, and at this point we knew each other too well. I thought it might feel kinda weird at this point. This happened when I was single but he was in a relationship.\n\nHis girlfriend begged me to do this since she was scared stiff to do the demo. I found out why as Bobby talked. \"This is a revolutionary product folks! Just apply a dab of this cream to the skin of your lovely lady…\" He motioned for me to put my arm out and placed a small ball of lotion on my forearm while I was still fully clothed. \"And in moments it kicks in. This fine lotion will send the body into a highly libidinous state. Thanks to increased sensitivity orgasims will happen faster and be more intense during intercourse. Of course it will work for men but plenty of us go fast enough.\" \n\nI could feel a tingle in my groin as my brain registered the word \"intercourse\". He didn't tell me I would be having sex on stage.\n\n\"Now since this is a demonstration I want to show you what this can really do.\" He dabbed my other arm with lotion and dropped a small dab in my cleavage. Then he had me rub it in. I was wearing a skirt and corset since he requested it.\n\nIn no time the lotion was in overdrive and I was dripping wet. I nervously shifted from foot to foot. \"Why don't we get my lovely assistant naked and I can show you this thing in action.\" Bobby said as he got behind me and started loosening the corset from behind. I was so horny that I wanted to scream for him to leave the corset on and fuck me clothed, but he took his time. The crowd hooted and hollered as he undressed me. Evidently my tits are crowd pleasers.\n\nThen over all the cheers and claps I heard his zipper. He has a sizable penis but not the most impressive. However with this much lotion on I just needed to get him hard and inside me as quickly as possible. \n\nHe was about to say something when I turned and knelt before him unprompted. I massaged his cock with my tongue and lips until he was fully hard. Once he was good and hard I got up, grabbed an empty chair and bent over using it to steady myself. I closed my eyes and didn't open them until I felt him enter me. \n\nIt felt amazing. I have gotten around before but this stuff really did enhance the feeling. He wasn't even all the way in. The head of his cock just parted my lips before I let out a low groan. I felt embarrassed that all the random people were watching me take my friend's dick.\n\nBobby slid halfway and stopped to give a lecture to the crowd about the product but I was on fire. I couldn't wait. He got a a single syllable put before I cried out \"Fuck this!\" And shoved my hips back until my asscheeks were pressed against him and he was completely inside me. \n\nI stopped with a shiver and was about to commence rocking back and forth on it, when he said \"Call put every time you cum.\" As his finger dug into the soft flesh of my hips. \n\nOn about five thrusts I was screaming. \"One….ugh!\" The crowd looked on in shock. Several jaws dropped, but neither one of us was close to done. He began to piston in and out as my tits swayed at the audience. That was when I locked eyes with his girlfriend. She was sitting in the front dresses pretty conservatively for a kink convention but she was biting her lower lip as we stared at each other.\n\nMy whole body convulsed as I experienced the second. I was certain my face would be a crimson red at that point. After catching my breath I huffed out \"Two\". The audience clapped. Bobby wasn't done yet he picked up his pace and slapped my ass hard a few times. I lowered my head and yelled \"Three\" as I felt the sting linger on my ass cheeks.\n\n\"Alright folks we are almost there.\" Bobby announced as he reached up and entwined his fingers in my hair pulling back. My friend began to let out loud groans while I enjoyed the feeling of my hair being pulled. His vocalizations got louder while I screamed \"Fooour!\" \n\nFinally the cloud of arousal parted from my mind and it dawned on me that my friend had just creampied me infront of a live audience that contained his girlfriend. My knees gave way and Bobby's petite girlfriend ran up and helped me off of the stage. So we were sitting behind a draped curtain.\n\nShe sat me down and to my surprise started to suck at the cum her boyfriend had left in there. This was the moment I realized I had forgotten her name.\n\nBob was finishing his presentation and selling the shot out of this lotion. After the demo was done he brought us to a nice dinner. Of course we ended up a\nBack at their room where the two of them ravished my body in private, but all I could think about was how it felt to do it infront of a crowd.\n\nSince that day Bobby and Becky never had to ask if they could fuck me, and I became a central part of all his demos. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You decide to confront your high school bully after many years. She’s surprisingly amicable, and offers to ‘rough you up’ in a new way | [
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"content": "Alice straightened her shirt and took a deep breath. Her lips mused, running over and over her explanation. Again and again…\n\nShe pressed 23 and held the buzzer, running a lock of hair behind her ear and staring into the camera.\n\nThe door beside her buzzed and clicked. Alice looked between the camera and the door, it pulled open. Should she walk in? Did they recognise her? The door started to buzz aggressively so she darted inside.\n\nThe door clicked shut. Could she get out? Shit shit! This already wasn’t going to plan. She rode the elevator up and walked down a clean hallway. Everyone told you bullies would end up poor and alone while you made millions… They never mentioned fancy apartment buildings.\n\nAlice knocked at the door of 23. She should have practi-\n\nThe door swung inward revealing the tall 6 ft cheerleader of her youth. Alice looked up feeling her fear creeping back.\n\nShe tried to start her mantra, if she could get out the first word the rest would tumble aft-\n\n“Ally! Holy shit, come in come in!”\n\nAlice followed Clair into the… goddamn this was a nice apartment. Marble benchtops, floor to ceiling windows lining the far wall to show a balcony and the city beyond. Tasteful furniture in weird unfamiliar designs. There was a weird 3 tiered padded single seat thing made of heavy wood. She couldn’t even work out how to sit on it.\n\n“God I haven't seen you since college. You just vanished and we never heard from you… you still doing the vet thing?”\n\n“Clair, I am here… oh? Yeah… I am a qualified veterinarian now.”\n\nClair turned her back, reaching into the fridge, she looked the same, she hadn’t changed at all! Those perky breasts and long blond hair.\n\n“That’s awesome! I’ve got diet pepsi and beer.”\n\n“T-thankyou. I wanted to ta-” she paused as Clair stared at her expectantly. “Oh… pepsi please.”\n\nClair lay two bottles on the stone benchtop, who even drank pepsi out of glass bottles? She was losing her train of thought.\n\n“It’s all coming back. We got into so much trouble back then.” said Clair.\n\n“That’s why I’m here.”\n\n“Remember the locker room, how did you even get loose?”\n\n“I didn’t, you came back for me an hour later.”\n\n“You were very appreciative if I recall and it was only 15 minutes.”\n\n“I… I was tied up.”\n\n“And loving it.”\n\n“No I wasn’t.”\n\n“If we’re thinking of the same time, you begged me to cum because the vibrator wasn’t strong enough. You came and then I untied you while you drooled and whimpered your thanks into my shoulder.”\n\n“I was thanking you for untying me… anyway, that’s why I’m here.”\n\n“So you’re still into bondage.” said Clair with a smirk.\n\n“I was never into it!”\n\n“And you came here today to tell me that?”\n\n“Yes!”\n\n“In black underwear beneath a borderline transparent blouse. Nice skirt too… Did you pick out the stockings especially for me or did you have them lying around?”\n\nAlly shook her head… Alice! She wasn’t Ally.\n\n“My name is Alice!”\n\nClair took a step closer, her hand running into Alice’s hair, she felt like she was shrinking. Her hair pulled, craning her head back. She gasped as Clair plucked at the buttons of her top.\n\n“It’s nice, suit’s you Ally.” said Clair, her sharp nails running over the surface of her pushed up breasts while her legs threatened to fall out from beneath her.\n\n“What’s your name?” asked Clair, holding a finger to Alice’s chin.\n\n“A-Ally.” she gasped through her lips.\n\n“That’s a good girl.”\n\nHer hair was released and Ally started quickly buttoning her blouse back up.\n\n“I… my therapist said I should talk to you about…”\n\n“You're thirsty, drink.” said Clair.\n\nAlly sipped at the bottle, following Claire out of the kitchen.\n\n“So a therapist has gotten into your head. Oh Ally… always letting others tell you what to think.”\n\n“That’s what you did Clair.”\n\n“I tied you up, I let you cum and even paraded you around naked a few times but I never told you to enjoy it, never told you to smile or how to feel about it. I have never cared what you thought.”\n\nAlly sipped the pepsi as she gathered her thoughts… she wasn't wrong but it didn’t seem right… She needed to put her fragmented arguments together to make Clair understand.\n\n“...This therapist wants you to see it one way, the teachers another... when I made you cum where you happy?”\n\nAlly followed Clair’s gesture and sat on the weird 3 tiered chair/bench thing.\n\n“I… It felt good.”\n\n“And now that you realise you are sitting on something with shackles mounted to it is your instinct to imagine them locked around you or to stand?”\n\nAlly blushed, working out how she was supposed to be mounted before Clair had even finished the sentence.\n\nClair grinned, holding out a hand for Clair’s empty bottle and letting the silence hang as she stepped toward the kitchen. Ally lowered her foot to the floor when Clair turned to glare, she quickly lifted her ankles, perched atop the… whatever this was with her ankles tucked under her side. Her fingers toyed with the straps of her heels. Would it be weird if she removed them?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A busty adventuress is cursed to slowly choose skimpier and skimpier armor, going from fully armored from head to toe, to bikini armor, to microkini armor, to fully naked. The cursed adventuress thinks this is completely normal and doesn't see why anyone would raise an eyebrow. | [
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"content": "\"Joanna, did you... forget something when you got dressed?\"\n\n\"What? No, I'm armed and ready. Let's get out there!\"\n\nThe paladin was wearing full plate, but a few pieces seemed to be missing. She had removed her helmet, letting her blonde hair hang free behind her. The articulated plates around her waist were missing, leaving her midriff bare. And she had removed most of the smaller plates as well - her arms were only protected by gauntlets, and her leg armor had been reduced to what you might generously call an \"armored skirt,\" protecting her hips but leaving her legs bare down to her boots.\n\n\"Sacred stars, you're not even wearing your gambeson! How are you not *chafed?*\" Plate armor was worn with a heavy cloth underlayer, which helped spread the weight and prevented metal from rubbing against skin, but apparently Joanna had forgotten that as well.\n\n\"Huh? I don't know what you mean, it's just my normal armor.\"\n\n\"Clearly it isn't, seeing as you're not dead from stab wounds.\" Alden remarked, deadpan.\n\nThe sorcerer peered at her curiously. On her bare belly, just above the skirt, he could see a small pink sigil, resembling a heart. \"That wizard did something to you, didn't he. I knew we shouldn't have stolen his books.\"\n\nHalf the books hadn't even been magical. They must have been the unluckiest adventurers ever - they raided an evil wizard's tower and instead of magic items, they'd ended up with a collection of erotic art.\n\n\"Beats me. Like I said, I feel fine. If you think there's something magic going on, well, that's your job. I just smite evil.\"\n\nAlden sighed. \"That old perv was an actual college-trained mage, I'm just a wild talent. I know he did *something* to you, but I don't know how to *un*-do it.\"\n\n\"You'll figure something out. Now let's get going. Goblin raiders wait for no one.\"\n\n...\n\n\"Hey Joanna, I found a great discount on a wand of... what is *that?*\"\n\nThe paladin smiled at him. \"You like it? The blacksmith said it was decorative, but it fits perfectly and it's so much lighter than my old armor!\"\n\n\"...it's a chainmail bikini.\"\n\n\"It's *ceremonial armor.* And look, isn't it beautiful?\" She did a short hop and twirl before striking a pose, one hand on her sword and the other on her hip.\n\nIt did look good, Alden reflected. While her plate armor tended to conceal any curves, the chainmail hid absolutely nothing about her figure. Her skin was flawless, aside from the curse mark which he *still* hadn't been able to dispel. Her arms and legs were toned and muscular, her thighs were thick, and her breasts were perky and spherical, bouncing enticingly with each shift of her weight.\n\n\"Where were you hiding those?\" Alden blurted out before he could stop himself. \"Er, I mean, that armor is beautiful, but it leaves far too much of your body exposed!\"\n\n\"What do you mean? It's perfect for me! And so much lighter and stronger than my old gear!\"\n\nAlden tried to protest, but Joanna adamantly maintained that her old plate armor was simply too heavy and uncomfortable to be useful.\n\n\"Joanna, I... I think you're great, but I'm worried you won't be able to defend yourself. Or me. I rely on you a lot out there, you know.\"\n\nShe took his hand and looked him in the eyes. \"Don't worry. I'll never let you get hurt. You've got a paladin's word on that.\"\n\nThat was her last word on the subject, and they hit the road again.\n\n...\n\nAn orc rushed at Joanna, axe held high. \"Should have worn real armor, bitch!\"\n\nJoanna didn't even dignify him with a reply, making a smooth, circular parry that ended with her sword in the bandit's heart. Another orc rushed at her flank, and she pivoted smoothly to deliver a pommel strike that sent him staggering back. Alden pointed and shouted the words for a magic missile, finishing him off with a bolt of blue light.\n\nThen he spotted another orc through the trees, with a bow and arrow drawn. Alden gathered his magic for a second shot, but he was too slow. A black arrow shot towards the half-naked paladin, too fast for her to react.\n\nThen there was a pink flash and Joanna moved with impossible speed, cutting the arrow out of the air without looking. Alden finished his magic missile and dropped the orc with a blast of force, giving Joanna time to rush in and finish him off.\n\n\"Whew! That was a close one.\"\n\n\"I told you, nothing can touch me when I've got my armor on.\"\n\nJoanna tugged at the bikini briefly, \"Although it still feels a little too heavy. Wonder if I can find an upgrade in the next town.\"\n\nSomething clicked in Alden's mind. \"So that's how he could cast a curse so powerful - he made it a blessing as well.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" Joanna replied blankly.\n\nAlden looked at his partner. The curse still scared him a little, how it made her completely unaware of what was going on. But now, he saw it - and Joanna - in a different light. She was confident. Powerful. Sexy. She didn't care what she was wearing because she didn't *need* to.\n\n\"Never mind. Your new armor is great. You were moving like a grandmaster.\"\n\n\"Thanks!\" She smiled brightly. \"On to our next adventure!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Don’t let her cheerful demeanor fool you, the witch wants nothing more than to dominate you and peg you merciless- why are you heading towards her cottage!? | [
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"content": "\"Don't let her cheerful demeanor fool you,\" The older man announced gruffly as I waved goodbye to the young woman I'd met in the woods. \"The witch wants nothing more than to dominate you and peg you merciless...\"\n\nI glanced back in the direction she was headed. I could see a quaint little cottage back in the woods. I knew the woman was a witch of course, but the way this farmer said the word basically told me everything I needed to know about what he thought of the young woman. She certainly didn't seem like the type to deserve such hated vitriol. In fact, she was downright cute.\n\nWhen the three trolls attacked me deep in the woods I had been prepared for a fight, but not against three. The town magistrate had \"neglected\" to mention there was more than one troll lurking in the woods. I'd been hired to dispatch the local menace and it seemed like good pay for one troll. Despite three times the threat I had managed to down one before I began to flag and began taking damage. Their long black claws dug into my flesh, ripping through my leather armor and likely infecting me with a host of unknown diseases. I quaffed the last of my health potions before the second was nearly half dead. By the time he went down, there was nothing left. I was on the defensive, blocking with sword and shield as the final troll battered down my defenses, the minor wounds I had managed to inflict closing faster than I could open new ones.\n\nA beautiful melodic voice echoed from the tree line and before I could sight its source a trio of fireballs flew from the woods and struck the monster's midsection. A few moments later and another trio whipped out as this woman in a long purple robe stepped from the bushes. She was short, perhaps a hair under five feet tall. She had a young, heart-shaped face with her brilliant red hair pulled back into two braids. Her brilliant emerald eyes showed a fierce intensity as she flung fire at the beast and it howled in rage. Still dumbstruck I looked at the rest of her. She wore no armor. Her purple robe was the only thing protecting her from the elements. It was worn off her shoulders and exposed a nice view of her shockingly ample cleavage. Honestly a foot shorter and I might have taken her for a busty halfling or gnome. Her small waist was cinched with a belt that held a small spell tome and a large component pouch. I panted as she finished the beast.\n\n\"Hail warrior,\" The cheery woman had greeted me with a wide grin on her pretty lips. As she walked closer despite my exhaustion I noted the curve of her hips and rump and the swing of them as she walked. \"I'm Miranda of the Wyrdwood.\"\n\n\"Alec of Hammerstone,\" I replied in the traditional greeting. I found it odd she claimed to be from this forest not one of the nearby towns but mages like her could be mistrusted. I tried to stand but something burned in my veins and I found myself dizzy.\n\n\"Oh dear!\" Miranda practically bubbled and rushed to my side. I tried to object but she pushed me down with firm hands and pulled herbs from her pouches. As she pressed them to my wounds I heard her beautiful voice chanting again and smiled stupidly. Then the heat burned in the wounds, it stung but was nothing compared to the flesh-ripping claws that had caused my wounds in the first place. Then the flesh began to knit and the wounds closed.\n\n\"Thank you, dear lady,\" As I recovered I found the strength to stand and I bowed deeply. \"I am in your debt. Merely name your boon and I shall repay it. The reward for slaying these trolls is considerable, I could...\"\n\n\"No thanks needed,\" Miranda's voice was cheery but her smile didn't reach her eyes. \"What I would need a strapping warrior like yourself would likely not be willing to provide. Helping you is enough reward.\"\n\nI frowned to myself and didn't understand at the time but I had helped her retrieve a basket of berries she had discarded to save my sorry hide. I had then walked with her to the edge of the forest at her insistence, wanting to make sure I got out safely. I had begun down the road toward town when the farmer stopped me. He had been watching since I left the tree line and had glared at Miranda with mistrust bordering on hate.\n\n\"Why are you heading toward her cottage?\" The old man grumbled as I turned my back on him. I shook my head and didn't answer. \"You damned fool! That succubus of a witch has addled your mind!\"\n\nThe old man kept shouting obscenities and nonsense as I made my way back through the woods towards the cottage. When I reached the sturdy oak door I barely hesitated before knocking on it with one strong fist. When Miranda answered the door she stared up at me. I easily towered over her, a muscled wall of meat compared to her curvy soft feminine form.\n\n\"Oh!\" Miranda almost giggled as she saw me standing there and then blushed slightly. \"Is there something more I can help you with?\"\n\n\"I was rather hoping I could give you the reward you deserve,\" I let myself smile as I said it and she nodded slowly.\n\n\"Do you know what that means?\" Her voice had dropped slightly, it had taken on a husky, seductive tone as she studied me.\n\n\"I hope I do,\" My response came as I sank to my knees before her. Sliding a hand over her thigh I found the opening of her robe and reached inside. I felt the toy, or magical construct, whatever it was between her legs. I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a few strokes. Her body flushed almost as if she could feel it and she let out a squeal of delight. \"Mistress...\"\n\n\"OH GOODY!\" Miranda practically erupted with glee. \"I had hoped you would come back and be my pet! Come inside.\"\n\nAs she turned and headed inside I saw her peeling off her purple robe. Her lush little body was just as curvy as I had imagined. A sexy pair of black panties covered her crotch, and from the center of them a thick cock of magical energy extended and while it seemed to be made of nothing more but glowing purple light it had felt solid beneath my hand. A tight leather corset was wrapped around her chest and was the reason her ample cleavage had been on such tempting display. I began to stand to follow her inside.\n\n\"Crawl,\" The cheery voice ordered as Miranda turned to grin at me and beckon with a finger.\n\n\"Yes Mistress,\" I let my eagerness show as I stayed down on my knees then sank to all fours and crawled towards my savior and Mistress."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she started to walk around in her underwear, he just assumed that she was just comfortable around him. But, as it turns, she was flirting with him. And she's real tired of him not getting the goddamn hint. | [
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"content": "It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so I apologize in advance if this is terrible. Thank you for the prompt.\n&nbsp;\n\n**Story contains:** >!cumplay!<\n&nbsp;\n***\n&nbsp;\n\nPaul aimed the angry red tip of his cock over the edge of his half-eaten cup of yogurt. His toes were twitching, his cock already felt all tingly. It had been weeks since he had gotten off. Every time he tried Emma would knock on his door. \n\n\nHe had been on edge all week, and then Emma came out of her room strutting about in her underwear, completely oblivious to just how sexy she was, and he completely lost it.\n\n\nEmma was cool though, probably the coolest roommate he’s ever had. She cooked for him whenever she made food. She was really tidy. The apartment never smelt better. They were spending a ton of time together, and it was honestly too much. It was getting harder and harder to hide his erections, especially when they hugged or when she snuggled up against him on the couch. \n\n\nThe problem was Emma was cute, like really cute. Her face is oval face shaped, her forehead is notably short, her cheekbones are narrow but noticeable, she also has a prominent but very feminine chin, and her eyes are almond-shaped and dark brown. She was pretty health-conscious, always careful about what she eats, and she spends a ton of time maintaining her hair. She’d comb her thick, long brown shimming brunette locks almost every night. He had never met a girl so obsessed with her hair, but it was beautiful, and she had been growing it out for a long time, as it swept down to her lower back in these impossibly delicate curls.\n\n\nHer face was cute, but her body was a work of art. She was nearly a foot shorter than him, standing somewhere around five foot three or four. Her chest was small, Paul guessed they B-cups or there about, her waist was trim, but her hips and thighs were full and broad. You knew from the front Emma possessed a wonderful ass, and once she turned around it didn’t disappoint. Emma was an ass-obsessed pervert’s dream come true. It was big but not disproportionately big, it was just prominent and round, the kind of ass that would leave you mesmerized if you happened to be walking behind her.\n\n\nIt was those squishy round cheeks that Paul was thinking about now. He usually tried not to, he had no desire to complicate a lovely friendship. But, a few moments ago as he was innocently eating his yogurt in the kitchen Emma stepped out of her room, with more flesh exposed than he had ever seen. She didn’t even say anything, and it was difficult for him to remember what her expression was, he only remembered seeing the pink and white floral bustier-looking top covering her barely-there breasts, and those white cotton panties shielding her pussy. She stepped passed him, her ass pointed towards his crotch, the white fabric her panties half-swallowed between her wonderfully-round perky ass cheeks. His eyes lingered there as she reached up into their cabinet, standing on her tippy-toes, her ass inches from his stiffening cock. Then she grabbed a glass, falling back down on her heels. Her ass jiggled just enough to make Paul’s cock twitch. Then he escaped to his room. \n\n\nThe scene had been playing on loop in his head as cranked his cock. He bit his lower lip and gave his dick one final tug before it erupted. The first spurt was so thick and heavy it made his knees shake, a full teaspoon of the pearly white jism shot out of the end of his dick and pooled into the center of the paler colored yogurt, the next spurt was weaker but nearly as large, the intensity of it all forced him to squeeze his eyes shut. He doubled his rhythm, his palm sliding up and down his twitching shaft, as another thick spurt of cum shot into the yogurt cup, and then another, and another until he felt weak and light-headed. \n\n\nBy the time he opened his eyes, his half-eaten cup of yogurt was nearly full again. Brimming with so many wasted little swimmers the fluid seemed to swirl and sway on its own. It had been a few weeks, so there was much more than usual, but wasn’t entirely extraordinary for Paul. Sometimes he felt he may have some kind of condition, like hyperspermia or something. \n\n\nHe squeezed the last bit of cum from his cock into the container and weakly shoved his cock back into shorts. He placed the container by his bedside table and sat down on the edge of his bed, only for a second to catch his breath.\n\n\nNot a moment later, and there was a gentle tap on his door. \n\n\n“Paul? You okay?” Emma called out from behind the door. Before he could answer the door was slowly swinging open. Paul felt his heart leap into his throat. He had forgotten to lock the door.\n\n\n“I’m okay,” he groaned trying to mask the post-orgasm gruffness in his voice.\n\n\nEmma never actually stepped into his room before, and she was still wearing the strappy floral top and white pantie combo. Though he had only just barely gotten off without her noticing, his cock was already rising again to meet the occasion. \n\n\n“Are you sure? I can’t help but feel like you’ve been… distant lately?”\n\n\nThe bleachy scent of cum had only then lanced his nose, he knew he had to get her out of his room and hide the evidence. He felt heat rise to his cheeks as Emma stepped closer, “Em, I’m fine… maybe a little tired…” he insisted.\n\n\n“Paul…” She began, “Ya know, I know we have a lot of mutual friends, and I think we’ve been letting other people and opinions hold us back…” Emma paused taking a glance around his room before the yogurt container caught her eye. \n\n\nPaul felt his skin go clammy all at once.\n\n\n“By the way, the fridge is practically empty,” Emma explained as she snatched up his yogurt cup. Emma shared food with him often enough, it wasn’t weird that she grabbed this particular cup of yogurt, this time Paul knew he would have to say something, but he could think of anything in time. She grabbed a spoonful of what had to be mostly cum and shoved it between her lips. \n\n\nPaul felt himself stink deeper into his bed, hoping the mattress and pillows would just swallow him whole.\n\n\nShe swallowed down the spoonful and her lips pursed. Emma closed her eyes a moment. Her nose wrinkled, she had a strange sort of thoughtful look on her face, perhaps she was trying to discern what flavor yogurt she just swallowed.\n\n\nShe looked at the front of the container and took another spoonful of Paul’s freshly made yogurt topping.\n\n\nShe cleared her throat, “Paul,” she began again as took another spoonful of his cum into her mouth and swallowed, “I think you’re a really great guy…” Emma coughed a little and took a careful glance down inside the yogurt cup.\n\n\nPaul felt dizzy. The words *No* and *don’t* were caught in his throat, but his cock was suddenly rock hard again, threatening to poke out of the top of his shorts. He leaned forward trying his best to conceal it. \n\n\nEmma scooped up another heavy spoonful of what was mostly Paul’s cum and sucked it cleanly off the spoon and into her mouth, she cheeked a bit of the swallow and spoke to him with her mouth half-full, “You know, you’re kind of oblivious sometimes…” she said before swallowing.\n\n\nHe nearly laughed at the accusation, but he was still far too panicked to even move let alone laugh. \n\n\nShe took another hasty spoonful of the cummy mixture causing a little to dribble down her chin which she quickly wiped with a finger pushed back between her lips. She swallowed and glanced back in the cup, “Serious, how much of this cum?” Emma asked innocently as she jabbed and stirred the contains of the cup. \n\n\nPaul’s eyes widened, and he swallowed the growing lump in his throat. \n\n\n“Seriously, bro?!” Emma exclaimed as she took another spoonful into her mouth, shaking the empty spoon at him as she spoke, “like I didn’t even know this was humanly was possible.”\n\n\n“You knew… this… this whole time?” Paul stammered hoarsely.\n\n\nShe took another heavy spoonful into her mouth, “Of course” she said nonchalantly, before she swallowed, “I wasn’t going to say anything, but this is so much...” She took another flagrant spoonful into her mouth and her lips curved into a poised little grin, “Oh, so now I have your attention?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her movements will perfectly mirror the voodoo doll's. | [
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"content": "\"I... c-can't...\"\n\n\"Can't move? Yes, that's quite the predicament isn't it?\" My enchanted needle pierces through fabric and leather, pulling the doll's front and back halves together. \"Soon you won't be able to speak, either... Just a few more stitches.\"\n\nI chuckle as I listen to her vain struggles. Any half-decent wizard could make a voodoo doll, tapping into sympathetic magic. But poppets... Those require skill, artistry, true craftsmanship. The doll in my hands is an example of such, one of my finest creations. A core of clearest crystal, surrounded by a flexible metal armature and dense foam, wrapped in leather sourced from human skin. Blood and hair were for amateurs. My creation needs only her accurate likeness and an appropriately treated needle, pricked into her skin prior to beginning the stitching.\n\nI watch hungrily, eyes tracing over her skin as muscle memory lets me progress the needlework. With every movement I make, her small struggles lessen and slow to faint twitches, pleading noises fading to muffled whimpers.\n\n\"You'll make such a good doll, dear. Perfect, pliable, silent.\"\n\n\"Mm...\" The last noise she makes rings in my ears before she falls into blissful, perfect silence. She'll never move again, not as long as my poppet has her in thrall. The magic binds her, holds her in stasis. She will never grow old, her beauty never fading. No harm will come to her ever again.\n\nWell. No harm, except that I allow her to feel.\n\nI hold the little poppet by its stomach, using my other hand to lift and turn its head. Her head turns in like manner, though her gaze is locked on me. A final plea for mercy, perhaps? Unimportant.\n\nI bend the poppet's arm, up and out, and she looks at her own arm in horror as it follows.\n\n\"Such a good doll you'll be. Unable to move except as I move you. Do stop crying though, you'll mar those rosy cheeks of yours.\"\n\nI manipulate the poppet, placing it in a seated position not unlike a sex doll. Her arms bend at the elbows, lifting and pushing her breasts together, and her legs are spread wide, revealing her glistening pussy - was this arousing her? Or was that fear?\n\nI look at her, smiling, as I press with a finger on her forehead. Her whole body tips back on the floor, rigidly holding the position dictated by her poppet. Her pussy and asshole are in full view, legs dangling straight out in the air. I chuckle as I turn her head to one side and place the poppet right in her field of view.\n\n\"Take a look at yourself, doll. This is what you are now.\"\n\nShe looks, because she can do nothing else. She feels a hot shaft probe at her pussy lips, pressing insistently, before pushing through that last bit of resistance, and my full length fills her in a single stroke. If there is pleasure, or pain, she cannot communicate it. She looks, she looks, she cannot look away, even as her whole body shifts back and forth with every thrust. \n\nThe poppet may look like a toy, but she is the doll now. And so she shall be forever."
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