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Write a story using this writing prompt: A noblewoman's husband leaves on a lengthy trip for something of importance. The maids have secretly been ordered to get handsy with their mistress, and they have no qualms about it.
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"content": "The Duke sat his charger well, sitting tall and proud as he rode out of the stable and through the crowd of Barons and Earls assembled there to see him off on his journey. He rode slowly looking from one to the other with a stern face and nodding almost imperceptibly after each of his subjects bowed to him, acknowledging his authority. \n\nThe breast of his perfectly tailored tunic was covered in ribbons, each bearing witness to his role in every conflict at arms the kingdom had experienced in nearly a century. Every award for courage, gallantry and honor known to the people was represented. The common people cheered their lord and master as he smiled at them and waved a greeting. They knew he would keep them safe and guarantee their prosperity as long as he was in charge. Many an eye filled with a tear as he passed. The people knew he was on a mission to arrange a peaceful succession and guarantee their futures even after he was no longer in charge. \n\nThe Duke lead his party with his trusted aides on his flanks and the feeble lad Rankin, bringing up the rear on a pack mule and leading another. They stopped at a ford not far from the castle to water the horses. The aides looked about, carefully taking in the countryside as the horses drank. When they were sure they were not observed, they signalled the party to abandon the main road and continue across the shallow ford to disappear into the heavy forest beyond it. They soon emerged into the tanner’s clearing and slipped into one of the large grain barns. \n\nThe tanner, a renowned armorer, and his wife helped the Duke dismount and remove his armor. The straight back bent a bit as his brace was removed and his shoulder drooped and chest fell as the bindings around his trunk were loosened and the leather pads were removed. They settled him into a narrow bed in a wagon and resumed their journey, the tanner driving the wagon, his wife attending the Duke and the feeble lad following, now atop the Duke’s charger travelling incognito as a pack horse. \n\nThe small group made slow progress through the Kingdom stopping for short meetings with the most influential and powerful nobles of the land. At each stop the Duke resumed his bracing, girdles, armor and uniform and made his entrance on his charger. They accepted refreshment and met to discuss some matters of importance, but the Duke's party could not tarry, not even to sup. They had many stops to make. Their hosts were invariably gracious and understanding. \n\nEventually the party reached the Duchy controlled by his Son, Karl. The Duke visited a day or two with his son and his sister, Elsa, the Duke’s estranged daughter. Eventually the old man called his children to his side and disclosed certain secret details of the arrangement his wife, the first Dutchess, had made so many years ago while he lay recuperating from near fatal wounds in the secluded mountains. \n\nThe young people listened in near disbelief. It was common knowledge the young Duke Karl had secured his position by marrying the Eldest daughter of the former Lord of this land, Duke Washstone, in exchange for being named his heir. It was understood his sister, Elsa, would take up residence in that land. But neither had a inkling about the secret arrangements surrounding the succession of the Dukedom she occupied with her husband. \n\nThe Dutchess knew she was ill and her time was short. She orchestrated a scheme which ensured both her children would inherit wealth, power and influence. She negotiated an agreement that ensured Lord Washstone’s youngest daughter, Marga, would wed her husband after her passing and become his Dutchess. However Elsa would succeed her father on his death under the condition she allow the the Dowager to live out her days in the land. \n\nKarl wondered why his father in law would have even considered such a ridiculous offer. He could claim his parent’s lands by birthright and the fetching young Marga could be married off to further strengthen his alliances and relationships. \n\nThe old Duke sighed. He told his children the fetching young Marga had some idiosyncrasies of nature that rendered her of little value as a bride. Karl scoffed at his father’s claim. Elsa raised her hands to her mouth as she cried out in horror and disgust. \n\n*** \n\nElsa sat in her private office studying a thick stack of requests for consideration or favor but could not focus on them. Martha, head maid to Lady Marga, had asked her for two more maids to make sure the Dowager’s needs could be met. The Dutchess kept wondering how her current allotment of four maids and their mistress, Martha, could be insufficient. She knew she had to investigate. She really hated the thought of leaning anything more of her charge’s circumstances than was absolutely necessary, but she was sworn to provide for the Dowager. \n\nElsa set her resolve and summoned Martha. The woman appeared before her in a few minutes, looking a bit thrown together and frazzled. Martha suggested perhaps another time would be more convenient for the Dutchess. Else gave her a withering stare and a stinging verbal upbraiding as she stormed off to Marga’s private chambers. She stood and stared at the guards who seemed reluctant to open the doors to the anteroom. When they relented, she breezed through with Martha in tow, leaving orders they were not to be disturbed. She crossed the small room and gave the servant a quizzical look. Martha shrugged and explained she must prepare to enter. Elsa frowned and shifted from foot to foot before instructing the woman to do so. \n\nThe maid flushed deeply as she stepped to a small cabinet to the immediate left of the door. She slipped off her shift and shoes and stood totally naked facing the cabinet. Her blush deepened as she picked up a bit of white fluff which seemed to have a handle attached to it. Elsa’s jaw dropped as the woman applied some liquid to the handle, squatted a bit and slowly inserted it in her anus. Then she took a wire headband which supported two long ears and fitted it in place on her head. She shrugged and said, “The Dowager has declared today bunny day.” \n\nElsa had to dig deep to summon every ounce of courage in her being but she managed to indicate the door and followed the swaying cottontail in to a scene of depravation and debauchery. \n\nMarga lay totally naked, legs spread and eyes closed, her head resting between the breasts of a raven haired, rabbit eared beauty. A cottontail waved off to each side of her, rabbit ears barely visible over the backs of the heads of the two blondes kneeling low enough to lick and suck the Dowager’s breasts. A fourth bunny knelt between her legs licking and sucking a very wet and swollen pussy. Elsa found it difficult to ignore her tail until her eyes fell on what lie below it. \n\nMartha stepped up to the Dutchess and said, “See Mistress, why we need more maids? I can straddle her and satisfy her mouth, but her hands? What are we to do with her hands! \n\nThe Dutchess shrank back in horror, motioning Martha to hurry away and be about her business. \n\nThe maid’s last words, her nearly desperate plea for help, rang in her ears. Thoughts of the disturbing activities flooded her mind. She backed toward the door and fumbled with the latch, unable to tear her eyes from the scene. Finally the door yielded and she stood in the anteroom. She paced the room, breathing heavily. Then she found an empty cubicle and studied the accessories in the drawers below it as she struggled to catch her breath. \n\nShe ignored the rabbit paraphernalia. She was certain the fox ears and tail would suit her better! \n\n***\n\nComments and criticism are welcome"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Succubus finds a new prey, someone who has lost the love of their life a while ago. Even though the mark should be easy, the Succubus finds herself taken aback when she finally meets her prey... only for the prey to whisper that she looks just like the one who passed...
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"content": "Ever since I arrived in the underworld I only had one concern: getting the fuck out of here. having the privileges of being a succubus, you would wonder why I would want to leave behind such a cushy job, but all I want is to see *him* again. It took almost three years to save up for a ticket back to the human realm, and I didn't care if it was only one way, I was NOT coming back. \n\n\nAs I stepped forward through the portal, I found myself back in my old neighborhood from my time as a human. I headed for my old house, ignoring the dropped jaws and stares from men I walked by on the street, I had no interest in any man except for *mine.* I arrived at my old house and let myself in, I found him laying on the couch sleeping, I didn't notice at first, but the house had fallen into complete disarray, sink full of dirty dishes, trash and pizza boxes full of half eaten food everywhere, a massive stack of bills on the table marked \"PAST DUE\" or \"FINAL NOTICE\", and what the fuck was that smell?\n\nI was startled when he snapped away from sleeping and began sobbing and crying out my name...had he really still been grieving, even after all this time? I ran to him and held him tightly, struggling to fight his urges to push me away.\n\n\"Who the fuck are you? How did you get in here? Why do you look like her?\" he cried out as he continued his attempts to break free.\n\nUsing a calming incantation, I held my finger to his lips to quiet him \"Shhhhh, it's okay baby, I'm here now\"\n\nHe looked up to meet my loving gaze \"Baby girl? I-Is that really you?\" I answered my meeting his lips with mine. In between kisses he continued to speak \"I've missed you so much, I nearly gave op on life without you\"\n\n\"I've missed you too baby, I'm not going anywhere, I promise I'll never leave you again. I know you probably have a bajillion questions, but that can wait\" I responded, struggling to hold back my demonic lust for him. I continued to kiss him all over, savoring every moment of exploring his body with every part of mine, and was driven nearly insane by feeling him caress me all over. Just the touch of his skin alone was nearly enough to bring me to orgasm. after what felt like days of kissing and caressing each other, he fell asleep in my arms, I must have worn him out. I scooped him up and carried him upstairs to bed where I would wait for him to wake up so we can go at it again. seeing him smile in his sleep as I held him close to me made my heart melt.\n\nI've been through hell and back to make it back to my love, and if you asked me if it was worth it I'd simply say : hell yes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A drug company developed a miraculous pill which would trigger breasts growth, but the FDA disapproved since messing with hormones could produce all kinds of side-effects. So they tasked an intern with disposing the samples, which he did... in the local water supply...
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"content": "Kim just finished showering, and dried off.\n\nUsually Kim was a fairly studious young woman, who adhered to her Japanese mothers wishes.\n\nKim never slutted it up. She was a virgin who had only dated boys of her own ethnicity, because that's what her mother wanted.\n\nKim stood a bare 5 feet and 3 inches / 1.6 meters tall. Kim's long dark hair was always straight and plainly done.\n\nKim's tiny AAA bust was essentially unnoticed by all, including her bras.\n\nToday, however, Kim was feeling odd after the shower.\n\nKim felt oddly warm and restless. Her skin was hot and she felt like she never had, outside of her naughty dreams...\n\nBefore Kim was fully aware of it, she was playing with her own breasts with one hand, and masturbating with the other hand.\n\nMore and more, the sensation grew, as she imagined her tiny tits growing with the lust.\n\nAs she reached a climax, thinking about her upstairs neighbor, Eric. \n\nEric, with his blond hair and blue eyes... His broad shoulders and strong looking arms played a central role in Kim's most forbidden fantasies. Forbidden by her own mother's wishes, and hide bound traditions.\n\nFantasies that made Kim shudder in a flurry of orgasmic spasms.\n\nKim hadn't even realized that she had cried out Eric's name, until she heard him outside of her apartment, calling her name.\n\nThere was a worried tone as he called for Kim to tell him what was wrong. \n\nKim was torn. She was both embarrassed and still turned on. \n\n\"If I only had a sign, that it was alright to finally try to catch Eric's affection...\" \n\nKim looked at her reflection in her bedroom mirror and saw her tiny tits had GROWN!\n\nKim threw caution, and her towel, to the side, and seductively wiggled her way to the door, naked, with her now C-Cup tits jiggling...\n\n(More if people ask for it)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every fetish has a god. Their worshipers participate in their "kink of the heavens" as a form of worship but, of course every religion has it's extremists.
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"content": "I grinned at the naked captive before me. Halfling women aren't what you'd expect--they aren't fat, frumpy, or comely. To the contrary this specimen was quite fit, muscular with large breasts and wild red hair. A barbarian woman I'd seduced at the local tavern and convinced to allow her to be tied to my bed upstairs. The fact that she was just under 4 feet tall made her tall for a halfling, but she was so much smaller than me. At 6'1, dark blue skin and white luminous eyes, nobody could mistake that I'm a dark elf. \n\nBut they don't know about my *extra* powers.\n\nThe halfling woman bit her bottom lip and squirmed. \"Well? Get on with it. You've somehow made me horny already--are you a mage?\"\n\nI snicker and lie on the bed beside her. \"I am--but I am more than that. I serve Cosi, Goddess of Mirth.\"\n\nMari the halfling frowned. \"Mirth? As in happiness and revelry? But why is that relevant--oh no.\" Her eyes got wide as I began to drag my nails ever so slowly down her stomach. \"No! Oh no, oh please, not thahaht!\" She held her breath and turned her face away but it was only a moment before I could hear her snort, desperately trying not to giggle.\n\n\"Oooh, look at that,\" I began to coo. \"Look at the poor ticklish little thing trying to resist me. It's sooo cute. Your laughter is going to be my greatest tribute to Cosi yet. I'm barely touching you, it can't tickle *that* badly. Not yet, not yet! Oh but you're giggling so cutely.\" Indeed, Mari had broken into helpless giggles, face still turned away from me.\n\nI began to tickle her stomach faster, wriggling my nails frantically and was rewarded by the poor little thing throwing her head back and howling with laughter. \"Oooh, just one hand! So sexy. See, I knew you were desperately ticklish. I knew it the moment we met, it's a Gift from my Goddess. I can always tell who the ticklish ones are.\" I gave my greatest secret away--I didn't care. Seeing her eyes widen in disbelief when she found out she'd been targeted was just too sexy.\n\n\"And that's not all I can do,\" I whispered conspiratorially. I stopped tickling; Mari gasped and inhaled a few times sharply. I winked teasingly at her, prompting a deep blush.\n\nAnd...a grin. That's another part of my powers--I always know who will *like* my torture.\n\nClosing my eyes, I began to shapeshift. Arms and hands sprout from my ribs and sides, and now I had four on either side. Some of my fingers ended in long, tickle-sharp nails; others ended in stiff, pointed feathers. Mari screamed a little, but her eyes locked on some of those feathers.\n\nAnd her nipples began to harden.\n\nInstantly I set some of my feathers on them, and to my slight surprise Mari let out a shriek and bucked, instantly cackling. \"Oh no, ticklish here? Tsk tsk, tooo baaaad. Poooor helpless Mari has tickly boobies. That's just tooo bad, because she's going to be tickled everywhere! Even here!\"\n\nI set another hand, this one with sharp, tickly nails, all over her pussy. To my even greater surprise, Mari began to shriek and *moan* through her laughter. \"Oh no, is my new tickle-baby going to cummy so soon? Oh you'd better not, if you cum your tickles are going to get soooo much worse! Uhoh, here it comes! Tickle clit, tickle clit! Oh yeah, Mari has a tickle clit! Oh!\"\n\nI giggled as she arched her back, squealing through her first orgasm. I paused, giving her a moment to breathe, and then I laid across her. I put my full weight on her, putting our size difference to the forefront of her mind.\n\n\"Now I'm going to tickle you again,\" I taunted. \"I'm going to tickle you all night long. You're going to lose your mind, you're going to go completely insane. You won't be able to think of anything but your next tickle-fix! You're going to be a mindless, desperate devout of Cosi for the rest of your life.\"\n\nMari began to babble begs, and I took a deep breath and let her for a few seconds, relishing her desperation. Then I put fingers in her armpits, ribs, sides, tummy, and tits, tickling frantically.\n\nI made good on my word that night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Willy Wanker, the reclusive creator of Wanker sex toys has come out of hiding to announce a contest, for five people are five golden sex toys if you find one of the sex toys, you get a tour of Wanker’s Factory and a lifetime supply of sexual pleasure for one lucky guest.
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"content": "Note: this is a work of adult parody.\n***\nWily Wanker stopped at the tiny door and the group huddled around him. It was nondescript but the clanging of machinery behind it could be heard by everyone. He smiled broadly, and was almost bursting with excitement.\n\n\"This is one of my favorite labs, \" Wanker said as he handed the men and women latex gloves and face masks. \"Now, please be careful not to touch anything inside, it's all very experimental, okay?\" He opened the door and ushered them in.\n\n\"Welcome to the Rubber Room!\" he announced triumphantly. Inside molten rubber and latex was pushed through pipes overhead into large, black machines with pressure gauges and valve levers. Charles thought it resembled a boiler room, albeit one staffed by pint-sized orange people in crotchless overalls. The Schlonga Longas were busy attending to the machines as they walked to a terminal.\n\n\"Now,\" Wanker started, \"can anyone guess what we're making here?\" He pointed to a bin, collecting what looked like trading card packages, falling from a chute.\n\nViola tore ahead with excitement. \"Fuck yeah, dental dams!\"\n\n\"You're right, and I'm guessing you're an avid user. Now what's the one thing you hate about using dental dams?\"\n\n\"Ugh, the *taste*,\" she replied with disgust. \"I mean, I love going down on a woman and I'm proud to say that my tongue is, without a doubt, the longest, strongest, most orgasm-inducing hunk of flesh this side of the Mississippi.\" She glanced over that the men. \"No offense.\"\n\nWanker picked up a shiny package and showed it to the group. \"These are still experimental, but I've created a whole new eating experience with the 'Flavo-Wave dental dam.' While you're eating ass or pussy, your partner will feel every pulse, every curl of your tongue with our ultra-thin membrane.\"\n\n\"And for you,\" he said brightly, \"you'll be able to taste a full course meal. Everybody eats! Now, we're still working out the kinks...\"\n\n\"Oh my god, I can taste ranch!\" Viola exclaimed. She had torn into a package behind Wily's back and held the film against her mouth. The group gasped as they watched her tongue slide up and down, poking and prodding the dam like a precision machine. She sucked in a bit of it and began to nibble. \"This salad tastes amazing!\"\n\n\"Stop, stop, please,\" Wanker said flatly, then joined the group in watching her work the latex.\n\n\"Mmm, this...this is prime rib! Of fuck yes, the pepper and the *au jus* with just a hint of horseradish. Mmm, I can't get enough!\" she moaned.\n\nCharles felt his manhood swell in his pants as he watched her technique, her drool forming rivulets that ran down her arms. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like her tongue was getting bigger. He became certain of it when it wrapped around the other side of the sheet like a tentacle.\n\n\"Cwem bwu-lee, mah fahvrorette,\" Viola mumbled. Her eyes widened when she realized her tongue no longer fit in her mouth. It hung like a slimy appendage covered with taste buds that pulsed like tiny fingers. \"Ongmy gaah, wuh da fuh?\" she screamed behind the flesh. The tongue slid into her shirt and began to play with her breasts as she fell to her knees.\n\n\"It always happens at dessert,\" Wanker said, shaking his head.\n\n\"She's going to choke to death!\" Charles yelled.\n\n\"She might, if she's not treated. The extra fluid will eventually burst, and well, *that's* not pretty. But if we slowly milk her taste buds, the swelling will eventually go down. Luckily, we have the finest, most efficient milkers on the planet.\" He pulled out a small fife and played a little tune. Four Schlonga Longas appeared before him, cocks swinging low between their legs. \"Please take Ms. Angus to Milk room five.\" They each picked up a limb and hoisted her in the air, her tongue dragging underneath, then began to hum.\n\n​\n\n*Schlonga Longa, doopity do, I have another query for you* \n\n*Schlonga Longa doopity dee, if you are wise you'll listen to me*\n\n​\n\n*What if you brag that your tongue is the best*\n\n*Eating her cunt like a Grand Slam breakfast* \n\n*You should refrain from the bites and the smacks* \n\n*They won't get off when your skill- just- lacks*\n\n​\n\n*TheyWon'tGetAnOrgasm*\n\n​\n\n*Schlonga Longa, doopity da, when you consent then you will go far* \n\n*You'll have sex with happiness too, like the Schlonga Longas doopity do*\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It’s customary for all new Wyvern riders to seek out and train a wild Wyvern in the wild. You find one alright, but your first meeting goes... different than most. In fact, all your training with the Wyvern was quite sexual!
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"content": "Thistle had zero luck so far. If she couldn’t find a wyvern to train she couldn’t come home, it was now or never. She had searched for days, and her food was almost gone. It was late evening and she had given up, she would sleep and in the morning go home, and beg to be given a chance to say goodbye to her family before being exiled. She crawled into her deerskin tent to try and rest but found herself frustrated. ‘Maybe….a little relief might help’ Her left hand slid slowly down her stomach, the other reaching up her leather top to tweak a nipple as the other made contact with her clit, making her moan softly. The frustration of her own journey fueling her arousal, she abandoned her nipple and began to finger herself roughly, gasping in breathless pleasure as she fucked herself. Lost in her desire she didn’t notice the loud THUMP outside the tent, her moans masking the sound of the tent being torn open. Suddenly she felt a pressure around her ankle as she was dragged out of the tent, eyes adjusting to the darkness as she stared up, and up, and up, at a monstrous golden wyvern staring down at her.\n\n“W-w-w-what the fuck, oh fuck, oh shit!” She was jolted out of her reverie and attempted to flee, but the claws wrapped around her leg kept her from going very far. The wyvern yanked hard on her ankle, pulling her close and bringing light to the reason it had appeared. A large erection, as long as her forearm and as gold as the rest of him with intimidating round knobs running down its girthy length. Too afraid to remember her training whip she stared at its prodigious cock, thinking, wondering...would it fit? Hesitantly, she reached forward, her fingertips gently brushing the head of its cock, already slick with precum it was much smoother than expected, and oh so warm, hot even.\n\n“Well...at least you don’t want to eat me..” She muttered with a smirk, feeling, flattered? God that was twisted, but really this was kinda hot. Being desired by such a terrifying creature. Slowly, ever so slowly she leaned in, her tongue gently running along the head, dipping lightly into the slit at the end. The wyvern growled softly, releasing her ankle and leaning back against a tree trunk to allow her exploration. She examined it carefully, overall it was much too much for her mouth but the first few inches were rather slim and tapered, allowing her to take it into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat, sucking almost hungrily at the slick scaly appendage. The wyverns growling grew louder and more desperate as she sucked. Pulling back she gasped for air and stood, quickly stripping her meager clothing and straddling the wyverns cock, grinding along its length and groaning as her clit was hit by each knob along it.\n\n“Fuck, fuck, fuck” She moaned, pumping the last several inches of its length with her hands until the wyvern roared and a deluge of cum drenched her neck and chest as she came, screaming in time with its roar. Slowly, exhausted, Thistle slid down to kneel on the forest floor and cleaned the wyverns cock with her mouth, feeling the creatures wing come up over her protectively as she tended to him. Wyvern training was nothing like she’d expected."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Come up with a magic system that conviently is overly sexual and tell a normal day of the life of a user of it.
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"content": "[Copied from this post, a world with a sex based magic system and a story about a student preparing for a enter college magic tournament](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/c0szwn/pm_magic_is_weird_most_men_cant_actually_cast/?st=JXE46X0U&sh=e1b025b4)\n\n“That’s... to slow. Speed it up a little Morgan.” A tall, regally dressed woman said as she looked down towards the young ebony haired woman kneeling between her legs. \n\n“I’m sorry mistress.” Morgan said awkwardly, trying to not look directly at the exposed womanhood of her headmistress. Growing up she had always loved the yearly magic games that the five witch colleges of Arcadia always put on, and the knowledge she gained later of how exactly they prepared for the games added a mystic to the whole thing. She was a virgin before enrolling in this college so the shellshock of being fucked almost daily since had forcefully a customer her to awkwardness. But none of prepared her for the task of giving hand jobs to every student, teacher, and faculty member at the college. \n\nShe heard headmistress Annabel let out a moan and felt a surge move up her fingers. Morgan felt jolt a dozen times stronger than she had felt from every other woman she had worked with this week travel down her spine and all through her body, sending her into shivers and causing her to experience the now all to familiar feeling of being interrupted just before an orgasm. “FUCK!” She yelled in a combination of arousal and impotent frustration. She remembered who’s company she was in before quickly apologizing. “I’m sorry mistress I didn’t mean too-“\n\n“It’s quite alright dear.” She said with a chuckle as she pulled her red lace panties back up and and adjusted her black dress back to its correct orientation. “I said far worse things when I was in your position, back when I was a first year.” She took a draw from her pipe before blowing out a puff a pink, rose scented tobacco smoke. “It’s hard having that much pent up magic inside of your body for a month, even worse being stuck without any way to take the edge off. Also, i apologize, as any of my past romantic partners will tell you, im notoriously hard to please.”\n\n“It’s... its alright mistress.” Morgan said, trying to calm herself down after the rush. “I didn’t think women produced that much seren is all.”\n\n“There are ways.” Annabel said as she blew out another puff of smoke, this time a purple one smelling of lavender. “I’ve enhanced my overall capacity and halved my refractory period through a combination of training, medical experiments, and consumption of substances that are of questionable legality.” She said strangely matter of factly before letting out a sigh. “Unfortunately, I still only make half a man’s maximum, and it takes my body two weeks to do it.” She blew one last puff of blueberry smoke before addressing Morgan again. “At any rate, just remember not to take seren from anyone who’s got it from a man recently, they can tell. And don’t take the suppressor off.”\n\n“Of course mistress.” Morgan said with a flustered sigh as she left her office. She walked down the empty halls, subconsciously fiddling with the uncomfortable chastity belt underneath her red skirt. “When I accepted the invitation to join the team I didn’t expect to be the team’s glorified battery.” she grumbled. “The least they could do is switch off once in a while. At least then I could get some training in.” Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a exploding fireball coming from outside. “Speaking of training...”\n\nShe walked outside to see Candice, Darla, and Sarah, three of her four teammates, practicing fireball drills. She looked around puzzled for a moment as to where the fourth was, only too see the busty blonde headed Elizabeth sucking off a young strapping man standing in the corner. A sight she had become accustomed too since enrolling, but had recently become frustratingly painful to watch do the events of this last week. \n\n“Orh, heeyh Morga-“ Elizabeth said through slurred gags. “I’rl Be rith yough ina secon, dis guy has Stag-“ her speech was cut off a grunt from the man standing over her. She quickly swallowed, stood up, and wiped her mouth before speaking. “Sorry Morgan, that took a while. Donny takes longer than most of the guys we hired for this job, but he’s good for almost of hour of practice before we have to stock up again.” She said with a smile. \n\n“It’s ok.” Morgan said. “I was just going to ask if anyone would be willing to, maybe...” she trailed off for a second, trying to word things as unawkwardly as possible “would any of you be willing to take all the seren I’ve been storing up off my hands for a few hours? Just long enough too... take the edge off.” She said trying not to sound like she was asking four heterosexuals woman to give her a handjob. \n\n“Suck it up greenhorn, half of us had to do this when we were the new team member now you have to!” Candice shouted.\n\n“Oh Candice, lay off her. You were a hot mess your first year in the team too” Elizabeth said as she pulled Morgan into a friendly hug, smushing her breasts against Morgan’s. “It’s hard edging for 30 days straight, that much magic is murder on on a girl.” \n\nMorgan was straight, or she always felt attracted to men before at least. But the near constant arousal this week brought had brought her to a point where she would be willing to fuck anything short of a angry pit viper, and she suspected that the next two would make even that seem attractive. So this feeling of intimacy with the objectively most beautiful woman at Rosemond made her feel like she would melt. “Cou- could you... let me” Morgan stammered out before being cut off again.\n\n“Not all of us are sex obsessed bimbos. Some of us realize that there are more productive ways of spending out time.” Candice yelled. \n\nDarla spoke up to try and break up the argument. “Well, to answer Morgan’s question. The four of us have been training. If we take your... load... right now the seren will get mixed together. They’ll be able to tell and we’ll get kicked out.”\n\nThe group was interrupted by the sound of another explosion. Sarah yelled at them. “Chop, chop, back to work ladies. This is my last year here and i’m not gonna make sure this is the year we finally kick those dikes at Parlomore’s asses.”\n\n“Oh why bother, that freak show headmistress of their’s means that it’s always a race for second. Everyone knows it. You can’t outshoot someone with ten times the ammo, they might as well have a team of warlocks for as much seren as she put out.” Elizabeth said with a pout."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] It was just a playful spank; They don't really see each other that way. But she has such an annoyingly-strong reaction that she demands a quickie to calm it down.
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"content": "\"Come on Sara,\" Mike chided. \"I can't hold this forever.\"\n\n\"Alright. Don't rush me. A little more to the left...\"\n\nHe shifted the picture frame sideways along the living room wall.\n\n\"Perfect!\" She squealed and bounded across the room to stand on the sofa. Carefully she made a mark on the wall with a pencil where the center of the frame was.\n\nThe pair had grown up together after first meeting in Kindergarten. Now Sara had just finished college and was moving into her first apartment while Mike was preparing to move across the state to start grad school.\n\n\"Why didn't you get James to do this,\" he asked about her boyfriend of two years.\n\n\"He had to work.\"\n\n\"Crap! What time is it?\" \n\nSara looked at her iPhone. \"7:12\"\n\n\"I've gotta leave in thirty minutes. Madison wants to meet at the bookstore.\"\n\nSara rolled her eyes. \"God! You two are such nerds. Who has a date at a bookstore?\"\n\n\"Not everyone has an aversion to reading.\"\n\n\"Only a nerd would say aversion!\"\n\nShe stood on the sofa with a hammer and tapped a nail into the wall. Sara was average in height but lean. The black leggings and snug tank top emphasized her slender form. He had always had a thing for short, curvy girls.\n\nCarefully they hung the picture on its hook and then stepped back to examine their work.\n\n\"I don't think it looks good there,\" he teased.\n\nSara shoved him affectionately toward the kitchen. \"I don't think you look good there! Go get me a bottled water!\"\n\nLaughing, he did not think about what he was doing, and he swatted her bottom as he often did with Madison.\n\nRealizing his mistake, Mike felt his face grow red. \"Oh crap Sara. I'm sorry! I didn't...\"\n\nHer eyes were wide, and a strange look covered her face.\n\n\"Sara. I'm really...\"\n\nThat was all he managed to get out before she pressed her body against him and kissed him hungrily. Shocked, Mike tried to pry her off.\n\n\"Sara! What...\"\n\nHer mouth found his again, and she pushed him backwards until he fell on the sofa.\n\n\"Sara! Stop!\"\n\n\"Oh god Mike... Please...\" Sara's voice was husky with desire, and her fingers peeled her top and sportsbra off exposing perfect, small breasts. They were quite a contrast to Madison's.\n\n\"I have to meet Madison,\" he protested.\n\nShe straddled his lap. \"I need you. Now!\"\n\nDespite his words against this, his manhood grew hard in his khakis. Sara unbuckled his pants.\n\n\"I don't have a condom,\" Mike said in a panic.\n\n\"I'm on the pill.\"\n\nShe wiggled free of her leggings and black panties. Mike could see why guys flocked around his friend. Her body was lithe and lightly tan. Her wavy brown hair framed a beautiful heart-shaped face.\n\nOnce his pants were pulled down to his knees, Sara moved in place. Her soft, warm fingers wrapped around his shaft and guided into her moist opening. He moaned softly in pleasure.\n\nSara leaned forward and kissed him again.\n\n\"I love you,\" she whispered. \"I've always loved you.\"\n\nShock filled him. \"What?\"\n\n\"You're so dense! I've been in love with you since third grade.\" Her body rocked back and forth sending tingles of pleasure through him.\n\n\"Why haven't you said anything?\"\n\nFor answer Sara kissed him roughly and increased the pace of her gyrations. Her hands moved his to her firm breasts, and her hard nipples pressed into his palms.\n\nPhysical need overrode any thoughts, and he thrust in time to her movement. His hands explored her warm body. Recalling what had triggered this, he swatted her bottom again.\n\nThis seemed to excite Sara. In moments, Mike groaned and felt his seed rush into her. Sensing that Sara was on the brink, he took the initiative and twisted so that she lay on her back. His deflating manhood slipped free causing her to whimper.\n\nHis head moved between her thighs, and he pressed his lips to her wet pussy. Sara yelped when his tongue flicked across her clitoris. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face against her. In minutes she trembled in ecstasy.\n\nThe pair lay tangled in one another's arms enjoying post-coital bliss.\n\n\"What are we going to do?\" Mike mumbled.\n\nSara sighed. \"Well, I'm going to shower. You're going to clean up and go meet your girlfriend for some nerd time.\"\n\n\"That's not what I meant,\" he retorted and rose onto an elbow. \"About us!\"\n\n\"There's nothing to do. This weekend you're going to sweep Madison off her feet and propose to her as you've been planning. You'll get married and live happily ever after.\" This last was delivered with a sad tone.\n\n\"Sara, I care about you. A lot. I even lov...\" The words were halted when she pressed her hand over his mouth.\n\n\"Don't. I know how you feel.\" She smiled. \"And it means a lot. You're always there when I need help. We'll always be friends. Madison's a sweet girl. I know you love her. God! And it's plain that she loves you when she looks at you with those puppy dog eyes!\" Sara giggled.\n\nMike leaned over and kissed her once more softly on the lips before rising to dress and depart. The door to Sara's apartment was not closed before he heard the faint sound of crying."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Some enterprising interplanar entrepreneurs create a Tinder-like app that matches humans and succubi/incubi.
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"content": "As someone who's disabled irl one of those prompts spoke to me in particular, u/macktosh, so here goes!\n\n\\----\n\nI startled awake sitting up, unable to move my arms. Not being able to move my legs was normal of course, as I'm paralyzed from the knees down, but my upper body has no issues. So, having my arms spread in a T-pose against the wall, anchored to...my bondage points? Was unusual. I certainly wasn't trying to assert dominance in my sleep.\n\n\"Um, hello?\" I glanced around wildly, seeing nobody. Not even my husband--realizing this wasn't a kinky prank from him all my alarm bells off and I began trying to jerk myself free immediately.\n\nFrom the shadows of the room came a low chuckle. I narrowed my eyes, unable to penetrate the gloom with my merely human eyes. I had friends who could probably see in the dark--I'd made a few acquaintances--friends, really-- on Demonr, the hookup site between demons and humans. \n\nI know, I make friends in the weirdest places. You should see some of my relationships from the various kinky writing reddits.\n\nThe chuckle wasn't familiar to me, but it had an unearthly, malfested quality. It was definitely demonic. \"Who are you, and what do you want,\" I said. I didn't phrase it as a question, and I didn't let my voice quiver. A lot of demons can sense fear, so you have to shut that shit out.\n\nThe laughter suddenly lost it's demonic quality, reverting to light, melodic laughter--that sounded much less malicious than it had a moment before. A figure stepped into the moonlight. Tall, over six feet with lilac skin and white hair. the sclera of his eyes was black, and his irises were yellow. He sported short, back-facing horns the same color as his skin. He wore a dress suit, purple with pink accents.\n\nI recognized him from the description on his Demonr profile--someone I'd been chatting to on a regular basis for a few weeks. \"Damien?\" \n\nDamien isn't his real name, of course--it's a human approximation. He wouldn't be dumb enough to tell a human his real name, and I'd never be crass enough to ask. Demons don't have to \\*obey\\* those who speak their names, but it does attune them directly to what the speaker is saying--so, it's incredibly rude to ask a demon for his or her true name.\n\nDamien threw his head back and cackled again. \"Oh you poor thing! I really had you worried, didn't I?\"\n\nThe entirety of my body relaxed at the sound of his cackles. \"What the hells are you even doing here? How did you find me? I mean, it's clear you're just a pranking *bastard,* but we weren't supposed to meet up until tonight!\"\n\nThe relief was overwhelming, the amusement undeniable. My face flushed furiously but I couldn't help but grin at my friend.\n\n\"Oh a pranking bastard I am, I am. I couldn't wait. We both have a lust for fearplay, after all, and your husband was kind enough to let me in. We've spoken frequently as well, you know. He currently downstairs, quite bound. By his own request, of course, you know he's always had cuck fantasies.\"\n\nI did know. But if Damien knew, if my husband was tied up...I frowned and looked at my bound hands. \"Uh, Damien? We really should talk about, y'know, limits and preferences and--\"\n\n\"No pain, no malice, no penetration. You prefer the softer, lighter teases and tickling, lots of groping, orgasm tease and force, and I believe the Stoplight system will do for a safeword.\"\n\nI stared at him for a few seconds in awe, my face burning and my mind blank. \"R-right, incubus,\" was all I managed to stutter out. Much to his mirth. While he laughed I realized something and flushed deeper, this time with shame. \"Um, Damien?\"\n\n\"Hmm?\"\n\n\"There's one more thing. Something I...hadn't gotten around to telling you. I was planning to, today before we met. Because I'm pretty sure it'll make you not...want to meet with me...\" I took a deep breath, trying to banish the lump. \"I'm disabled. Can't feel anything below the knees. Can't walk. \" I stared at the wall to my side, not daring to look him in the eyes.\n\n\"I know. Your husband told me.\"\n\nI burned with shame even deeper. \"You had to hear it from someone else? Oh Damien I'm so--mmph!\"\n\nHe had sat on the bed beside me, sliding his tail--which was thick and naked with an arrowhead tip--over my mouth. \"Oh hush. I knew that before I came up here and I still did, didn't I? I don't blame you for being shy to tell me. And it does *not* make me want to destroy that pretty little head of yours *any* less.\"\n\nNow I looked him in the eyes, and they spoke only truth. Incubi can lie, of course, but they're the same as any sentient being--their eyes don't. Relief washed over me and I felt my shoulders slump, closing my eyes. \"Th-thank you--OOOH!\"\n\nDamien had grabbed both of my breasts, gently massaging them. \"Oooh, these are even bigger in person,\" he teased. \"You told em they were giant, but damnation! I didn't think they were THIS big!\"\n\n\"Sh-sh-shut the fuck up,\" I stammered. Everywhere he touched hummed to life, buzzed with a fiery sensation only a demon could produce. \"J-just...shu-shut up...\"\n\n\"Aww, poor girl doesn't like being teased about her big knockers? I think you do...is it embarrassing when I focus on your giant tatas?\"\n\n*Damn incubi reading my lust,* I thought, gritting my teeth. That's the thing about incubi and succubi--they don't *need* safewords. Damien had mentioned one to put my mind at rest, but he could read my feelings as easily as a human reads a Dr Suess book. He wasn't going to 'win' that easily! I'm a brat, what can I say. \"N-no! I'm fine! Mmm ffuuuuUUUUU--!\" \n\nHe slid his tail against my panties, just on the outside, and an orgasm rocked through me. It lingered with a supernatural edge, keeping me screaming for longer than would typically be possible. He paused then, allowing me to breathe.\n\nDamien leaned forward and whispered in my ear, \"your husband heard that orgasm,\" he teased. \"He liked it. He can't even reach down to stroke himself, he's completely helpless. So, shall we give him something to *really* listen to?\"\n\nThe orgasm had shaken \"brat\" right out of me, and I whimpered in erotic terror. \"Nnno, p-please don't...don't tease him like that--AARRRGH!\"\n\nThis orgasm was even bigger and rocked me further. The world doubled--I must have crossed my eyes as I ripped at my bindings \nautomatically, writhing in place as he laughed at my predicament. \"You're so cute,\" I heard him tease as I finally came down from it. \"Unfortunately for you...now you're super sensitive...\"\n\nBefore I could even beg, he was skittering his fingertips in my armpits. I've never been that ticklish before, I opened my mouth and screamed in laughter. Damien was sitting on my legs, I couldn't even twist side to side to get away.\n\nJust as I thought I was suffering the most intense overstimulation imaginable, he ran his thin, forked tongue up and down my neck. \"This is going to be a very, very long night for you,\" he teased. \"Cum again.\"\n\nHelpless to stop him, I screamed and laughed as the world doubled again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : There's an urban legend going around in a school of good girls - girls who get straight A:s stay flat, girls who get B:s grow b-cup breasts, etc...
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"content": "Tina was the best student in her school. She had a big pride over her grades, even though as a result, her breasts were...far from ideal.\n\nShe never started to wear a bra, as it was completely useless.\n\nToday, Tina is working on her english homework. Having breezed through half of it already, the 18 year old stretched and decided to take a break.\n\n\"It's not like I will ever fail this subject\", she thought.\n\nGoing to the kitchen, she fixed herself some dinner. It was almost midnight.\n\nThe homework was due the next day, but she was relaxed. After eating, she returned to her bedroom and sat down to finish her homework, when her phone buzzed.\n\nShe lays down on her bed.\n\n\"Curious...who could it be? \"\n\nAs she answers the call, a voice whispers...\n\n\\- My darling, it is time for some sleep.\n\nThe world goes dark.\n\n​\n\n\\----------\n\nBirds chirp.\n\nTina yawns as she turns on her side to continue sleeping.\n\nShe hears a car honking, and a jolt goes through her body.\n\n\\- Oh my god I'm late! I have a test this morning!\n\nIn a hurry, she washes her face, brushes her teeth and hair, grabs her bag and runs out the door.\n\nArriving at the school she finds out her english test is under way.\n\n\\- Tina, I can't allow you to start the test late. Do you have your homework with you at least?\n\n\\- No...I...haven't finished it.\n\n\\- Well, without this you will get a D as final score. Don't worry, you can take the substitutive test later and improve your grade.\n\nThe girl runs to the bathroom crying, and one of her friends follow her trying to lift her spirits up.\n\n\\- At least now you will have D cups!\n\nThe girl resumes her crying. She would rather have her grades...\n\n​\n\n(First time and I'm not much of a nsfw writer...hahaha. I hope it was at least entertaining.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A group of friends consists of mostly incels and one nerdy girl. They come to her with an offer: become their fucktoy, or leave the friend group forever.
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"content": "\"I'm sorry what the fuck did you just say to me?\" Cassidy spat, standing and taking a few steps back from the three boys near her. \n\n\"Well...it's just that. We can't hang out with you anymore unless you let us fuck you. You're too hot. We deserve to know what it feels like!\" Duncan grumbled. He was the oldest of the group but by far the least mature.\n\n\"Ya...and it's like...every time we hang out I go home with blue balls because of how hot you are! It's not fair. I shouldn't have to beat off if it's your fault I got horny!\" Blake spat. He had more confidence than Duncan, but it was undeserved. He was a skinny and pale boy who'd likely loose to his own shadow in a fight. Cassidy turned her gaze on the final member of her friend group. Michael was by far the odd man out. Tall, in good shape from his strict LARPing training, and having none of the acne or social awkwardness of his friends. He seemed out of place until you understood just how much he craves their approval. \n\n\"Fine.\" She spat venomously \"have good lives then.\" She spat before turning and walking towards the stairs up from Blake's basement. \n\n\"That's it? I thought we were fucking friends!\" Blake spat. Cassidy froze, rightious rage boiling up inside her. She willed her legs to keep walking but her temper was in control now and it refused to flew. She spun on her heels and affixed the small goth highschooler with a ferocious glare. \n\n\"Friends? Blake we were friends when we were eight. We were friends when we were fucking fourteen year old freshman and I had to step in when Janice Barlow was picking on you because you asked her out. I punched her right in her bitch face for my fucking friend. Fuck you. I'm such a good friend I've been pretending that this little \"poor pitiful me nobody will date me\" shit is sympathetic and not just fucking pathetic. And this is how you thank me? You try to blackmail your friend into being your fuckin Fleshlight?\" Blake had sunk so far into himself by her second sentence he could've fit in a shoebox. By the time she'd finished both of them were red faced and had tears in their eyes. Hers from anger, his from shame. She whirled and leveled her gaze on Duncan. \n\n\"And you! You were raised by a single mom and you think this shits okay? What the fuck you think she's going to say when I tell her you said this shit? She's going to beat your ass into next fucking week. What the fuck's wrong with you?\" The older tried to glare defiantly, but tears were rolling from the corner of his eyes. Finally, Cassidy turned her rate on Michael. He'd been silent in all of this, and his face already showed remorse and disgust. She suspected that like most things he did, this too had been the others idea. \n\n\"You know I had such a fucking crush on you junior year? When you were dating Holly Smolette and you were dressing nice and keeping clean and acting like a fucking human? But then that cunt dumped you and you let these jackasses convince you that soap was the enemy and women were all evil and I didn't say shit. Because what the fuck could I say? What the fuck could I say to someone who fucking wants to believe this wristcel fucking 4chan bullshit. How about this. Have a nice fucking life. All three of you. And hey, once I'm gone you can start jerking each other off. Because fuck knows no girl is coming within a thousand yards of your toxic bullshit if this is how you act.\" She spat, turning and marching up the stairs. \n\nLater that night she lay in bed, wiping her tears away with the corner of her blanket and deleting old photos on her phone. She'd been too hurt and pissed to tell her parents or anyone what had happened, and had locked herself away in her room as soon as she'd gotten home. Listening to In This Moment on Spotify and going through alternating waves of; loss and depression, and anger and indignation. She swiped past an old photo of her and Blake hoisting a Smash Bros. doubles trophy, and glared for a moment at a photo of Duncan mocking a Waifu body pillow. \n\nA discord notification popped on her phone and she rolled her eyes. She'd blocked the boys on social media, and ducked several calls from both Blake and Michael. But the latter had found away around her walls. \n\n*Call me. One minute is all I'm asking. I'm sorry.*\n\nShe contemplated simply blocking him, but instead opted to torture herself. \n\n\"You've got one minute\" she spat as she heard him pick up. \n\n\"I'm so sorry. You're right. You're right about everything I'm a shit friend and I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make this right please just don't hate me. I'm sorry. I just\n...ever since Holly\" she disconnected the call and rolled her eyes. \n\n*Why'd you hang up?* He asked through the gaming app. \n\n*I don't want excuses. Be a man and tell me something to make me not hate you* she replied. She genuinely didn't know if there was anything he could say at this point. True she'd honestly have characterized her feelings for him as love only a year ago. But the man he'd become was a parody of the one he'd been. \n\n*Three minutes?* He replied. She hit redial and waited. \n\n\"Remember when we were kids and I used to be a butter for you? Like I'd go get you snacks and I'd do whatever you said and it was a game but...but it wasn't?\" He asked. She remembered well. Michael had always wanted to play buttler, but never wanted to be waited on. Unlike Blake and Duncan he always insisted that Cassidy play the rich princess and he was the lowly buttler. It had been fun. And likely had influenced her taste in femdom BDSM. \n\n\"We were friends. Ya. You ruined it. Not seeing why I don't hate you.\" She spat. \n\n\"I liked having you in charge because it made me feel funny. Like...good. And when I tried to do that with Holly she said I wasn't a real man if I wanted the woman to be in charge and dumped me. But....I want you to be in charge. Okay. Of me. Please. You're right. I'm a fucking mess and no one is going to want to be near me if I don't clean it up so please....I'll be your buttler.\" He whispered, his voice cracking. The vulnerability of the admission tore at Cassidy's heart. Her friend was hurting. She needed to help him. And she knew how. \n\n\"Clean your room and shower. Shave. Wash your clothes. Do you still have that blue striped white polo shirt?\" She asked firmly. \n\n\"Ye...yes ma'am.\" He mumbled. \n\n\"Good. First thing Monday morning you'll be at my locker in that and a nice pair of jeans. Hair combed. Teeth fucking brushed. And I swear to Christ if you're not wearing Deoderant I'll kick you in the nuts.\" She growled. She was feeding off his submission, and she could hear from his breath he was gaining a similar satisfaction from her commands. \n\n\"Yes ma'am.\"\n\n\"You are my boyfriend now but I will not be fucking you unless I want to. You aren't owed sex. You earn that shit am I clear?\" She spat. She could hear him flinch through the phone.\n\n\"Yes ma'am\"\n\n\"If I hear any of that incell bullshit out of your mouth from now on I will get a fucking restraining order against you am I clear?\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am.\"I\n\n\"Good. Now go take a video of you jerking off thinking about how good it feels to be my fucking buttler and send it to me. Oh, and Michael? It's Mistress or Princess Cassidy from now on. Am I clear?\"\n\n\"Yes mistress\". Click, she severed the call and lay back. As she left her Dom headspace she realized exactly what she'd just done. Panic set in and her stomach began doing backflips. She had watched porn, and read so much erotica she'd had to cultivate several sources to get her fill. But she'd never come close to doing anything in real life. She began spiraling into a panic of self doubt and embarrassment, when she was suddenly shaken by her phone vibrating. \n\n*I'm sorry I couldn't last longer princess Cassidy* came the message. Attached was a video of a good 8\" girthy cock being jerked, along with her name being moaned in a breathy male voice. She found herself slipping a hand between her legs and gently stroking her pussy. When she watched her friends cock begin to jerk and dribble copious amounts of cum into his stomach she felt a thrill shoot through her, and the powerful angry woman from before returned for a moment. \n\n*Don't worry sweety. We've got the rest of the year to work on it* she added a winky face knowing full well her insinuation would result in him jerking off again. Her senior year promised to be an interesting one."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Humanity has been 'affected' by a strange new development. Whenever someone is about to say something stupid, they suddenly become insanely sexually aroused in an effort to distract them from what they were about to say. Surprisingly, it works quite well, but it's a real effort.
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"content": "**T-minus: 1 hour:**\n\n Samantha Harrington looked through her notes for the big speech. This would be the speech that would make or break her career and entire movement. \n\n She had painstakingly worked to make her paper as air tight and researched as possible. She had worked and questioned rigorously multiple experts in the field for it. And with in these few sheets of paper was all her hard work compiled and to be read in front of a large crowd. And she was terrified.\n\n Samantha always had awful awful luck. Almost supernaturally things went wrong for her in the most embarrassing way possible. \n\n When in college she joined the swim team and became the star of their team. Then in the finals in front of her entire campus her suit somehow tore itself up exposing her to the entire crowd. She had not managed to live that down in years.\n\n Then she gave up swimming and became a model. She worked with an agency and they gave her a great deal for one year of sticking with them. Without thinking she signed and that's the story of how Samantha became stuck as a nude model for a year working for Playboy. In hindsight she should of checked who it was with and luckily they were understanding. She still had to model but they made sure she never had to *show* anything. But none of this helped the embarrassment of multiple pictures of her naked barely covered where out their hidden in the web for all to see.\n\n Samantha had moved on and tried more freelance work and it never worked. Always somehow she missed the obvious or just had plain bad luck.\n\n Art model, nope it was a nude gig causing her to be blushing in front of an entire gaggle of students.\n\n Photo model, nope lingerie.\n\n Call service worker, nope it's sex phone lines.\n\n Performer, well that time she didn't even risk it.\n\n But this was it. Her chance to change it all. She continued working hard to make sure that this speech was fool proof in every possible way.\n\n**T - minus 0; Beginning of the development**\n\n Samantha stood in front of the stage looking out to the crowd. Cameras faced her from all directions as she was streamed live for the world to see. Well some of it. The crowd waited eagerly and Samantha bit back her nerves as she began to speak.\n\n \"Well thank you all for coming. Today I have come here to tell you all the truth, the one thing no one will tell you. The one thing we all know and must spread to the world. They have refused to listen to our calls but we can make them. The world of politics is untouched and so we can move their. But first I must remind us all why we hold what we know to be true.\" Samantha took a breath and continued to read.\n\n \"Here I have gathered the evidence we need. Proof that the world is indeed flahhhahhhttt. Sorry, awfully sorry.\" Samantha recomposed herself after that embarrassment. She'd do it, she'd be able to make this with no problems. All though she did feel... strange.\n\n \"The world is fllllaahhh ahh oh. Oh God.\" She put a hand at her chest as she felt a warmth spread from her pussy. She suddenly felt wet for some reason. Incredibly horny. *Just continue the speech.*\n\n \"Well people claim wrongfully that it is rohhh.... Round. And, and then they. I'm sorry give me a moment.\" She was panting. Why was she panting! What was happening. Someone came up to help her and she raised a hand, \"No! I'm fin- Oh fuck.\" She fell back down and couldn't help but rub her legs. She looked to the man trying to help her and her thoughts immediately wandered to taking his cock an-\n\n \"What is wrong with me?\" She yelled turning to the live stream and crowd looking on curious. Samantha tried to continue her speech again but it was no use, she just kept thinking of cocks and cum and fucking and blowjobs and eating people out and touches and...\n\n \"Look I'm sorry everyone. I-I habe to go. Everything is fin-ahhh! I'm going.\" She then ran and sprinted out as fast as she could to embarrassed to look back to the crowd.\n\n **1 day post the development:**\n\n Samantha sat down trying to pretend the world was normal anf she was not a celebrity. The development as it was called made people horny. Really fucking horny any time they said something *stupid* or *dumb*. Just her luck.\n\n Of course her video went viral. Who couldn't resist such a video of a girl getting hornier and hornier as she unknowingly said highly stupid things. Just her luck.\n\n Of course one thing was different. Usually people couldn't finish their point and apparently Samantha *held out* longer than others. Enough so that some scientists had asked to do further research and they each offered a really large sum for it. Maybe just maybe for once something had gone right. Maybe for once her source of embarrassment would be the thing to make her rich.\n\n Maybe."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: 32 year old Sarah finds and rubs a magic lamp, and her first of 3 wishes is to know the secret of the 'fountain of youth'. "A ha! That's easy!" says the Genie, "Frequent cum facials!!" Never having had cum all over her face, Sarah is skeptical but dying to know if it's really true!
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"content": "Sarah thinks for a while before deciding on her next wish. She knew genies were very particular with the wording of wishes, and wanted to make sure she got this right.\n\n\"Ok. I wish for my own fountain of youth that is portable and makes me have the body of an irresistibly sext young woman.\"\n\nThe genie smiles and clicks his finger. They stand in silence for a few moments. \"Nothing happened\" she said. \"Was my wish too complex for you, genie?\"\n\n\"I wouldn't say that. Do you have any other wishes?\" The genie smiled widely, which was very unsettling. Did Sarah make a mistake?\n\n\"No that's all for now. Back into the bottle with you!\" She closed the lantern and headed back to the desert village.\n\nAs she entered the town, men began to follow her in a large pack. At first she thought it was coincidence, some grouping up but eventually parting ways. But none did. She turned around and shouted, \"Could you just fu-aaaaaaah!\"\n\nAll the men whipped out their cocks and sprayed her with pinpoint accuracy in the face, almost knocking her to the ground. \"What the fuck?\" She managed, before being covered in a second wave. And a third, fourth, fifth... She was finally ready for the sixth one, and ran towards her room at the inn. \n\nShe dashed past the staff and locked the door to her room, and managed to slide a bookshelf in front of the door to stop the horde of horny men from jizzing on her again. She wiped the cum off her face and summoned the genie from his lantern. As he slowly pushed himself out of the object, she inspected her face in a nearby mirror. She gasped. She was stunning. Perfect in every way. Even her body had reshaped itself into a younger, sexier form.\n\nThe door started rattling as the crowd struggled to open the door. \"Trouble, my lady? I believe you have one more wish!\" The genie mocked. Sarah smiled knowingly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're house sitting for a friend and can't help snooping. In the bedroom, you find two bracelets labeled EXH and SEN. Running your fingers over them you feel an urge so to put on (one or both) of them triggering the magically enhancement and locking the bracelet in place for the next 48hrs....
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"content": " Harold tried desperately to rip off either of the bands but they didn't budge at all. On each one was displayed a number \"48\" and the same letters he saw before hand \"EXH\" and \"SEN\" one on each. He panicked hoping he'd somehow get out of this situation before Stacy came back from her trip.\n\n Eventually he gave up and moved on. He was slowly growing more uncomfortable somehow but he wasn't sure why or how. He continued his daily routine and eventually noticed the number went down to \"43\". He realised it must mean the hours and that he'd be able to get out just before Stacy came home.\n\n The more he went about his day the more and more uncomfortable he got. It was a heat wave and simply to hot to go about. Way to hot. Well their was one way to cool off and no one was home....\n\n Harokd removed his clothing and walked around naked at Stacy's house. Somehow he felt strangely more comfortable like this. A lot more comfortable. He sat down and tried to work out what the words meant on the bracket. Some sort of anagram? Whilst doing so he noticed as well the cokd air met his dick slowly grow hard. It was reacting very strangely to things and seemed sensitive.\n\n Well he was home alone... To try and releif his pressure he masturbated then tried to go on about his day. But the feeling came back and his dick was leaking precum, so he did it again and again and again! No matter what he did he wanted to give again and every orgasm felt amazing.\n\n When night fell and it went cold again he tried to out on his clothes but found he couldn't. He just wasn't willing too do it. Every ribre of his being refused. Sighing to himself he gave in.\n\n He decided that the bands must be causing this and he'd have barely enough time to take them off and wear something before Stacy got home. So he waited.\n\n Fir two whole days he stayed naked and masturbating leaking precum watching the hours tick by.\n\n Finally when it hit zero he moved to place them back. He could hear Stacy in tbe drive way. In a oanic they warooed around his ankle and closed again. Again he felt the same force refusing him clothes and his dick leaked precum jsut as Stacy opened the door to see her best friend in a terrible state.\n\n Harokd would never live down the embarrassment."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It wasn't your first time in a gloryhole. This one was surprisingly advanced though. You didn't see a hole. Just a tablet that read, "CREATE-A-COCK." It seemed pretty standard with the options of size and race, but when you noticed the tab labeled '"Species," you knew the fun was about to start
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"content": "This is a character I introduced [in this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9iwmgv/the_arcade_mf_oral_prostitution/), so kind of continuation of that world. \n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nEmily Northam brushes a strand of auburn hair off her cheek as she pushes the door open. A familiar electronic chime rings. \n\nShe doesn’t see the owner Ray in his usual perch behind the counter, and so calls out, “Ray? Want me to flip the sign?”\n\nRay responds from the back, his deep voice calling from somewhere in the long hall of plywood booths, affectionately called the Arcade, hidden behind a thin black curtain.\n\n“Yeah, let’s open ‘er up. Almost done back here.”\n\nEmily turns back to the door and flips the small hanging sign from “Closed” to “Open”. Outside, no one is there to see it yet. The sun is still hovering above the horizon. But Emily knows as well as anyone that as the sun disappears, the perverts come with the dark. And in the town of Viselle, they come here. They come for Emily. \n\nRay emerges from behind the curtain, whipping greasy hands on a blue towel. \n\nEmily drops the duffel bag with her make-up and change of clothes behind the counter. “You taking care of yourself back there? You know I’d throw you a free one if you asked politely.”\n\n“Ha, I might take you up on that anyway, but no.” Ray’s eyes light up as he smiles, “We’re about to rich.”\n\n“What are you talking about? I’m already making us a pretty penny in here. I didn’t even have time to clean up between guys for most of last night.” \n\n“Ah! But that’s the point!” Ray holds up a finger of discovery. “Guys! Only guys.” \n\n“Well,” Emily counters, “Not only guys.”\n\n“Ok, fine. Mostly guys. 90% guys. But think about it. We’re only hitting half the population. That’s why I made an investment.” \n\nEmily’s smile drops. “Oh, God. Ray, what did you buy?” \n\nHe’s already gesturing her back through the curtain. “Come see for yourself!” Emily has never seen him more excited.\n\nThe dark hallway beyond the curtain extends off the right, lined by row after row of numbered booth. Emily’s haunt was the largest stall at the far end, the infamous number 1, but Ray is inside booth number 6 when she catches up. \n\n“See! This is it!” He’s gesturing to a cut out on the wall. \n\n“A glory hole? Ray, they all have glory holes. That’s literally what this place is. It’s just for glory holes.”\n\n“No, you’re not getting it.” He presses a rectangle of molded plastic into her hand. “Look at it!”\n\nEmily looks down at the remote in her hand and sees the logo for “Create-A-Cock” across the bottom in fiery red script. She has to squint in the dim light to see the white text over each button. Size - Race - Curve run across the top row, but there must be at least 10 rows. Some of the more exotic say things like flavor, volume and species. \n\n“Turn it on…” Ray whispers, like a child on Christmas after unwrapping a new toy.\n\nEmily taps the ‘Power’ button and gasps when a cock inflates from the darkness beyond the hole. She looks at Ron, ready for the punchline, but he can barely contain his excitement. \n\nShe taps a few more buttons, shrinking the cock and then making it thicker. She gives a little chuckle at the tiny Mexican chode she manages to create.\n\n“Look, take it seriously.” Ray chastises her. “If this thing works, we could have a whole new clientele. Would you test it out before your shift? Just see what you think. If it’s not any good, no big loss. But if it’s what I think it will be...man, oh man.” Ray’s rubbing his hands together just thinking about the possible payday. \n\n“Fine. I’ll try it. Give me a couple minutes.” \n\n“Sure, sure. Take whatever time you need.” Ray excuses himself from the small cube, and Emily closes the door behind him. \n\n“So fucking dumb.” She regards the cock with less than curiosity. \n\nShe tries a few more buttons, in the interest of a thorough test. The cock grows, then grows again. By her estimation, it maxes out around 11 inches. Next she taps the flavor button, not sensing any change. Volume seems to do nothing either. She hits it again and again, but nothing. \n\nShe takes a step closer and reaches out to touch it. She’s immediately surprised at how life like it feels. It even gives a little jump as her hand closes around it. After a gentle squeeze and a practiced stroke, she sees a tiny bead of precum blossom form the swollen tip. \n\n“I wonder…”\n\nShe bends down and extends her tongue to the tiny dribble. She stands back up suddenly, confused. \n\n“Banana?”\n\nShe looks back at the remote, taps the flavor button again. Now she notices something on the far wall. A small readout glowing with green letters. It says “Vanilla”. She taps flavor again and see it change to “chocolate”.\n\n“Whoa…”\n\nNow, she’s intrigued. She lowers the length back down to a manageable seven and a half, thick like she likes. Then she drops on her knees and takes the tip between her lips, once again surprised at how real it feels.\n\nAs she practices her trade, she swears she can feel it thrusting ever so slightly, as though a ghost in the machine wanted to feel her lips engulfing its turgid shaft. The chocolate precum flows easily now, filling her mouth with the taste of rich brownies. She can’t help but moan greedily. \n\nShe slurps it down like a candy fountain, never noticing the slight hardening or more shallow thrusting of the robot cock. She’s caught off guard by the eruption, volume cranked to eleven."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where people have special abilities, a quintuplet made up of both males and females share a single hive-like mind. Something which makes their daily live quite interesting in and of itself, but recently they all started dating the same person.
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"content": "Hibisci tossed Ed on the bed, surprising him yet again of her strength. \"We will fuck, and if time's left and you did well, you get to cuddle.\"\n\nEd fell on the bed, not even bothering a moment about refusing, preferring to slide off his pants with adequate pace. \"Huh, you're in need, aren't you?\"\n\nHibisci undressed half-mindedly. \"Yes. Iridia and Milo are currently at work. Nako is on her way home and had a hard day. Edyrien isn't responding to her status. So we all need a bit of loving, Ed.\" She climbed into bed, running fingers down his face and at his lips, slowly nearing. \"We all need you to plow me through like hell.\"\n\nEd neared in for the kiss, his tongue exploring her, dancing gently around her own, embracing her body. Hibisci was the first to pull back, to get air and seperate from the rush of arousal that spread through her like a gentle simmering. \"Who am I to refuse, hmm? Turn around.\"\n\nShe did as asked, raising her upper body up as her lower body remained firmly on the satin bed sheets. She'd have to clean them later, but she didn't mind. Her back was turned to him, revealing her toned, yet enthrallingly beautiful back to him. He, in kind, took the gesture of submission and spread her behind, lowering himself to push his tongue gently within her well-cleaned hole.\n\n\"Nnnh... You shouldn't...\" She muttered out, groaned.\n\nIn response, he removed himself slightly from her. \"I shouldn't? Or I mustn't? I didn't hear correctly. For what I do know...\" He pushed a finger within her, her ring clinging to his very motion. \"...is that you enjoy this very much, don't you?\"\n\nShe shuddered in the gentle pulses of bliss ebbing onwards, but forced herself to words. \"Nooo... I- You can't... The others-\"\n\n\"The other's aren't here, Hibisci. The others' preferences are their problems. If Nako has to rub his ear, he can do that himself. Just relax...\" With that, he devoted his tongue's mainwork her behind, disregarding her squirming in respect of her inner desires.\n\nHibisci's breath turned wild, uncontrolled. Had her arms felt so wobbly before? Had her folds been as wet? IN her mind, thoughts pounded at her fragile mind. Let him fuck your pussy, they cried. Let him fill you, breed you! He must knead your breasts, sandwich his cock in between him and coat your face, they ordered. But she felt so good, she could ignore them for a moment more, right? She could wait until he had his fill and then ask for him to do those things, to coat her breasts, sandwich her pussy, or whatever they said, right?\n\nEd raised himself, her gaping hole evidence that only compounded with the sweet scent of her gushing privates. He pulled out lube to apply to himself, more to ensure that she enjoys it than out of fear of having done an imperfect job.\n\n\"Ed, I can't-\"\n\n\"Shh... You want to be told how it goes, Hibisci? You need someone to guide you? I'll break it down for you... First, you'll put your face all the way down so it's buried. Bite that pillow if you must... You can't say no now, right? No matter what you hear, it isn't exactly your decision anymore, hmm?\"\n\n\"Mmphh!\"\n\n\"I can't understand you, Hibisci dear. I guess I will have to do what I decide is right. I guess I'll put it in your butt, hard.\"\n\nWith that said, he pushed his well-coated prick within her without abandon. It hurt her greatly, but with that stinging pain came a sensation much like she had prior, but greater than before. \"I'll pump and pump until you are sobbing in joy, smiling in pain. And if the voices want you to stop, remind them that you don't have decision about this anymore, now do you?\"\n\nHer ears were assaulted by his words, sounding too gentle to be true but so much more forceful and dominant than the painful smacking of his loins on her bottom, were more agressive than his hands pushing her back down into the mattress and pillow could be. She felt a slight lack of air, and increased her gasps in a primal fear of asphyxiation. Her own instinct of survival, of total obedience in terms of a threat kicked in, kicked out the voices telling her to get away, do things right, tell him that she didn't really want it.\n\n---\n\n\"Miss, can I help you?\"\n\nNako's absent gaze focused back on the man in front of her. She was positively dazed, a slight feeling of breathlessness numbing out her rampant desires. \"Whassit...\" She got out.\n\n\"Miss, are you alright? You seem a bit under the weather, perhaps-\"\n\nBy now her mind was set at the moment at hand. \"I'm alright! Besides, it is mister.\"\n\n\"I am sorry, what?\"\n\n\"I am a dude, man! So once you stopped being the elusive shining knight, piss off!\" She bellowed out.\n\n\"Well, I see you are well off, so I'll take my leave.\" The man replied, before muttering to himself. \"That's what trying to help a freak get's you...\"\n\n\"I heard that! You wanna go to the coroner's?\" He yelled after him. That guy was heading outside, to leave the train. Shit, she'd give him a piece of her mind.\n\n---\n\nEd enjoyed the tight grasp of her behind on his rod, pistoning into her. Her squeals of delight became more audible the rougher and harsher he was, so he repositioned. Lowering his body on top of her, he laid atop her, allowing his mass to press into her as his lower body could keep pistoning within her undisturbed by his hand's work.\n\nHe tore her head up from the pillow, where streaks of tears and mascara sullied her face. \"Tell me how much you like this, bitch. Tell me!\"\n\n\"I- ah- I fucking love this, you brute. I love how you tear up my fucking asshole and make me cry- nngh- and especially, how your bastard cock keeps giving me pleasure despite how much I hate this...\"\n\n\"Oooh... Scathing. Well, don't worry, I'm close to being done. Your tight little hole has done well to drive me close. So get ready!\"\n\nHis rapid thrusting within her started to well her in deep, deep pleasure by now, and refuting him seemed so futile, so she just did as he said and rode it out. Her entire body shuddering, she felt the mind-flooding sensation of climax wash over her every inch. Her brain was on full-tilt, and she barely registered his warmth spreading within her, shot for shot.\n\n\"Aaaaaaahhhhhh...\"\n\n\"Hnnngh... You have an asshole pornstars would envy you for, you know that? Fuck, you're such a good lay once you just let me take charge...\"\n\n---\n\nIridia awoke with gentle slaps from her colleague.\n\n\"What was that, Iridia? We were in midst of the presentation, when you just break down in a squealy mess? Did you do something with that friend of yours? During our meeting, seriously?\"\n\nIridia only let out a sigh of pleasure. \"Aaaahh...\"\n\n\"Come on, snap out of it. You are getting paid to work, not to- aw shit, who am I kidding. Now we'll get fired and it is all your fault... You'll make due, okay?\"\n\n\"Hmm?\" Replied Iridia, only to be met with the unbuckling of her collague's belt. The bliss-filled smile became a faint grin as she muttered: \"You could have told me you were into me, I'd have sucked you off in spite of my friend...\"\n\n\"Pff, into you... I just need to blow off steam, you slut.\"\n\n\"I'll be any slut you need, just give me a nice round two...\"\n\n---\n\nExhaustion and a dull pain ravaged Hibisci's body, and she just took a moment to relax... Though no words of objection, of judging, of anything came in. She could, much like anyone of them, refuse to share their mind, though she refused to do so on principle. In embarassing moments, Iridia, Nako and Milo did, and Edyrien did so nearly all the time. However, she hadn't seen all hide at once...\n\n\"Ed? I can't hear them. I- I can't he- Why can't I hear them?\"\n\n\"Cool it, cool it. Maybe they took my advice to heart and got busy on their own. Or perhaps you've been too happy for them to maintain their multitasking, hmm?\"\n\nHibisci took to thinking, her pout looking somewhat adorable to him. \"Well, you might be right... Still, that just means we can't do that again. I don't like being left alone, and I don't like having to think for myself.\"\n\n\"On that last part, I can help you... Just lay down and let it happen, mmkay? I'll see myself what you don't and do like...\"\n\n---\n\n\"Well, I guess this is the real deal.\" Milo said. He looked at the video his colleague played to him. \"Why do you show me this, Derek? You know that Edyrien is my b- I mean my sister.\"\n\n\"Well, Milo, there could be two reasons why you'd be so interested in your twin's private life. Either worry that she is hiding something, something I thought I could put to certainty by just showing you an exerpt and telling you that all is the same... Or if you want a business proposition...\"\n\n\"Hrrngh... You're a cumstain, you know?\"\n\n\"Well, I am not the one with a boner here. The male-ratio is too low for my tastes. If you want a copy, that'll cost you. But hey, we are pals, you helped me with my garage cleaning... 500 for the database?\"\n\n\"You know as well as anyone that I can't just pay that much for it all.\" Milo said, his fist by now forced shut. He had blocked out entirely once Hibisci had gotten busy with it all. \"I need to review it, make sure Edyrien isn't forced to anyth-\"\n\n\"Get to the point. You want a discount? Close the door, and get down to all fours. Talk back and the discount's off, okay?\"\n\nMilo wordlessly loosened his tie as he closed the door behind him.\n\n---\n\nTwo guys sat atop the apartment's roof. \"Well, they still haven't caught on.\" The redhaired one said.\n\n\"Why would they? They are so occupied with themselves, they won't get it in a thousand years.\" The younger one, with a stubble of beard and white-dyed hair replied.\n\n\"They could get it right, if they were to work as one. But they never do, do they?\"\n\n\"And I exploit them for it. Hey, if you think they'll find out, I got a hundred bucks on the line.\"\n\nThe first one laughed. \"No matter who wins, you'll get the money. You are the original, aren't you?\"\n\n\"Well, you can bet on being a mere duplicate. I wouldn't recommend it though. The House always wins.\"\n\n\"It usually does.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "You're home early." Those are the only words out of your girlfriend's mouth as you enter. She sitting in your armchair with your naked sister sprawled across her lap, ass up. She crashes her palm against the already pink ass, making your sister shriek through the panties shoved in her mouth.
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"content": "\"What?\" Lucy asked as Tom stared at the scene unfolding in front of him.\n\n\"What did she do this time?\" he asked as he hung his coat from the rack by the door.\n\n\"She pulled my knitting apart again!\" Lucy said, bringing her hand down on Casey's bottom again, causing her to yelp through the panties. \"I know we agreed to take care of her but I thought she would be a much better housepet than this.\"\n\n\"She has been quite a nuisance hasn't she.\" Tom said, looking down at Casey, who was nuzzling Lucy's leg affectionately despite the redness she had inflicted.\n\nLucy couldn't resist the pet's affection, and soon pushed Casey off her lap, pulling the panties out of the pet's mouth as she immediately began to rub herself against Lucy's leg. It was obvious that Casey had been aroused by the spanking as her attention turned to Tom. Despite their familial ties, Casey's pet instincts were strong, and her arousal quickly overcame her common sense. She began to wave her ass in the air towards Tom, and her lack of panties revealed her dripping pussy, which twitched in anticipation of the affection she expected from Tom. \n\nTom wasn't impressed with Casey's display. She had been like this since she had decided she wanted to be a housepet upon graduating high school. Their parents hadn't been pleased with her decision, but Tom had always been supportive of his sister. She had started taking her catgirl hormones shortly after graduation, and while she retained her human intelligence and decision-making abilities, she had also quickly developed the mannerisms and behaviors of a housepet, including the lack of decency and instincts to reproduce. The pet had since been saving her allowance to pay for surgery to get her cat ears and tail.\n\n\"We'll probably have to have her bred soon.\" Tom said thoughtfully to Lucy, who grinned as Casey mewed happily and continued wagging her ass in the air.\n\n\"Maybe she can bathe tonight with us? Just to help relieve the tension a little?\" Lucy suggested, giving Tom her best puppy eyes. Tom's mouth turned up at the corner.\n\n\"We'll see.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A knight rescues a beautiful princess, finds out his squire is in fact a girl, and draws the attention of the amorous dryad stalking their campsite. It's going to be a busy night.
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"content": "----------------------------------------------------\nPART 1\n\nKevin sighed as he pulled the meat from the fire, already knowing that his \"medium well\" was going to be \"charcoal and if you're lucky, a bit of meat left\". \n\nHe'd never been very good at cooking, though he'd tried, and he'd hoped that getting a squire would have helped with that. after all, squires cook and clean while they're trained, so they could make it on their own once they were done!\n\nBut it hadn't, because Aaron couldn't cook either, and so they just ended up taking turns burning dinner.\n\n\"well, at least it's...edible? maybe? fuck it, it smells good.\"\n\n He was about to take a bite of the still smoking meat, when he heard a tiny *\"Nooo!\"* from the tent behind him. Kevin froze, listening.\n\nit came again, a cry of *\"aaaahhh!..\"* that trailed off in the darkness. it wasn't loud, and was muffled by something, but his instincts took over in an instant, honed by long years of adventure and warfare!\n\nDanger! Something was attacking the tent!\n\nHis squire was in the tent! And the Princess Neviana!\n\nHad assassins found them already? Bandits? How had they gotten past the tripwires and cans?\n\nshoving his questions aside, he rose in one smooth motion, drew his sword and barreled into the tent, ready for whatever ne'er-do-well was accosting them!\n\n\"Aaron! Princess!\" \n\n*clank* \n\nHis sword dropped from his fingers and planted itself in the soil, it's legendary blade sparkling in the firelight and shining back a perfect reflection of what was inside the tent.\n\nTwo maidens lay bare, covered by the barest hint of the hides and bedrolls that made up the floor of the tent, and in the throws of passionate lovemaking, limbs entwined and fingers seeking, lost in their pleasure.\n\n One was dark skinned and thin, almost waifish, with dark curls down to her shoulder blades. her coltish legs were straddling the head of a figure beneath her, rocking back and forth in ecstasy, her arms kneading the chest of the girl below her and her own breasts bare and bouncing as Kevin watched in rapt attention.\n\nPrincess Neviana was truly as beautiful as the tales said, every inch of her a vision of youthful beauty and innocence. It was no wonder her uncle had kidnapped her, held her hostage, and was going to marry her off to the foriegn powers that he’d thrown his lot in with.\n\n Kevin had found her to be a truly nice, composed and self assured young woman, and he’d taken a shine to her from the moment he’d seen her in her tower cell. He’d vowed to himself that he would always keep her safe, no matter what, even if that meant he couldn’t have her himself.\n\nThe other was pale and fit, thicker in limb and stouter in body than average, but womanly and pleasing. her breasts were pert and rather small, but still quite attractive with their rosy nipples standing erect. Her body was covered in small scars, standing out on her toned and muscled limbs, highlighting a life that had kept her exceptionally fit, but had seen it's share of abuse.\nHer pussy was on full display, legs splayed wide to keep her partner balanced, and her hands were on the Princess' hips to hold her there.\n\nShe also seemed incredibly familiar, even though Kevin was *very* sure that he'd never seen her before, and that the Princess was the only woman that should have been in the camp.\n\nAt his entrance the dark haired noble's eyes flew open and she screamed at the sword in his hand, flailing backwards to distance herself from them knight. \n\nHe only had a moment to enjoy the sight of the Princess in all her nude glory before the person underneath her, his *squire*, leapt into action at the intrusion, pushing the Princess further away from the danger and spinning to draw a sword that had lain hidden beneath the blankets. Aaron whirled in the pattern Kevin had drilled into him, and struck decisively with the weapon. \n\nIn a fraction of a second it was poised, razor sharp, at Kevin’s neck.\n\n“Hold squire!” He ordered, stubble prickling on the edge of the blade. “It’s only me! I heard...something...and came to check…”\n\nThey stood still for a moment, eyes locked, his squire awkwardly removing the sword from his throat and half heartedly covering his- her!- breasts. The Princess looked between them, wide-eyed and shaking in surprise and pent up hormones.\n\n“...so you’re a girl…”\n\n“...last time I checked…”\n\nKevin gulped and looked away trying not to draw attention to his raging erection, or look directly at the Princess. His pulse was pounding in his ears, and he felt a flush rising in his neck. All this time, and he'd had *no idea*! Between the urgency of their quest, her short hair and stocky build, and the deep voice that he was only now realizing was a fake, she really *had* looked boyish, to the point he had assumed his squire was just another boy looking for elevation in society through the Knighthood.\n\n“Right...well...uh… I’ll just…” Kevin mumbled, turning to go back out into the night, pale and shocked. \"...c-carry on...\"\n\n\"Sir Knight...\" Came a small voice from the back of the tent. \"Please don't be upset...i..simply wanted to convey my gratitude to your squire...a-and to you of course! Erin was simply here first when i woke up! if you would only stay, I am quite sure we can smooth over any issues you may have...\"\n\n\"i, uh...alright...\" He turned back, taking up his sword and wiping it clean of dirt before sheathing it. \"...i had no idea Aaron. Gods! im sorry, all those times we shared a bed to save a few coins, bathed in the streams! Lass, i apologize! I'll release you from your oaths forthwith!\"\n\n\"**No!** That's not the point! So i'm a girl?! I'm still a Squire in the Armored Company! I serve you with my blade, my spirit and my...my body! that doesn't change because I happen to be female! My duty is the same! Man or Woman!\" His squire had that look in her eye, the one that said no matter how much he argued, he wasn't going to win, and she wasn't going to take a single step away from her position. \"And my name is Erin! Ehr-RIN! With an E!\"\n\n\"B-but a female squire is against the Law of the Kingdom!\"\n\n\"Trust me, when i get home, *that* will be the least of the issues I intend to change!\" the Princess, still naked and making no effort to cover herself, announced. \"Unless there's another reason Erin can't continue as your squire? She is of course welcome in my court, and i can guarantee willing knights to finish her training if you'd rather not have a woman as a Squire...\"\n\nHer displeasure at that thought was evident in her frosty tone and Kevin blinked. The fact that it was illegal had really been his only reservation, if more for Erin’s sake than his own, and if it was going to be taken care of he didn't see why he and Erin couldn't continue. She was the best squire he'd ever seen, or had the privilege to train.\n\n\"No, that was it...\"\n\nHe looked down, bemused, and then wrenched his gaze away from his squire's pert bosom. a pulse from his aching cock left him even redder in the face and he shifted again, pointing his hips away from the girls.\n\nBut the ever-observant Princess noticed.\n\n\"Sir Knight! You must be a man of prodigious virtue to withhold yourself so! Come, and allow me to show my gratitude!” She gasped, eyeing his length as it twitched at her words. “I must insist! Let me help you with your situation!”\n\n“I...uh...I dont know…” Kevin hesitated, looking to his squire, and then turning away blushing. “..i should get back to my watch…and i intterupted...you and Aa- erm, Erin...so..”\nHe turned again, fully intending to go outside, chew on burnt steak, and do his best to avoid thinking about what was going on in the tent. He even had the first Verse of the Knighthood on the tip of his tongue, ready to spend the night in contemplation of his Vows, when he heard a voice blurt from behind.\n\n“Idontmindifyoujoinus!”\n\nKevin reeled, then turned around again to peer at his squire.\n\n“What!?”\n\n“Ahem! I *said*...i dont mind if you join us Sir...if the Princess is alright with it of course…” Erin’s short shorn hair did nothing to hide her own blush, though she still tried to hide behind her blonde bangs. Gods how had he been so blind!? Her hair was long for a boy, but short for a woman, and seeing it now made how his assumptions had blinded him oh so obvious. “I- there was a reason I chose you at Selection...i could tell I would be safe with you...and you were...are!...Very...attractive…”\n\nKevin was floored. He had never considered himself attractive, being a big, square featured, plain looking man. Even his hair and eyes were plain brown, without even the alluring depths so common in the color. His armor was dull and pitted, his horse brown and unnamed, and he had only the home he lived in. \n\n About the only attractive thing about him was his sword, and that was just because it was a legendary artifact. Otherwise he’d never thought himself special.\n\n“Of course I don't mind! I had such a fun time with you just a little while ago, I can't imagine how much more fun thanking *both* of you will be!” Neviana said, smoothly rising from her crouch and slinking to stand between the pair, laying her gentle hands on both their shoulders.. “Please? I really do wish to thank you, and bridging this gap that’s growing between you would put me very much at ease!”\n\nKevin wondered what kind of alternate world he’d fallen into. He’d started the day with a raid on a castle he’d spent his own Squire days in, and tried to slaughter a Lord he was once beholden to for the Gods’ sake! He’d fought men he would have died for, and still considered friends, if mislead ones at that, and he’d trafficked with a powerful sorcerer to whisk himself and his two wards to safety, promising the man a year of his own life to do it!\n\nAnd now his (female!) Squire, and his Princess, were propositioning him in the middle of the woods!\n\nHad the *entire world* gone stark raving ***mad!?***"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All the strip clubs she's applied to had turned her down for having too small a chest. Thankfully, the local lesbian bar has no such restrictions.
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"content": "The marquee sign in front of *Enola Gays* was fancier than the other strip clubs that Amy visited. For one thing, there were no missing letters, no, \"GIRLS N KED L VE.\" Rather than displaying the cliche silhouette of a woman with her ass jutting out, this club had an understated graphic of an atomic explosion. Amy stepped inside.\n\nThe doorman inside looked her over and checked her ID before letting her into the dark bar. She didn't expect to see anyone there this early, but she could see two women sitting next to the stage, just beyond the empty barstools. Above them, a buxom woman wearing nothing but heels, panties, and fishnet stockings commanded their attention. \n\nAmy heard a brusk, yet feminine voice at her side: \"Can I help you?\" She turned and saw the bartender, polishing a glass. Her hair was coiffed like a '50s pin-up, with large curls that rounded up above her shoulder. Her white blouse was practically glowing under the black lights attached to the bar. When she smiled, her teeth looked radioactive. \n\n\"Um, I'm here about the ad? The one for new dancers?\" she replied. \"No experience necessary?\"\n\n\"Fran!\" the bartender yelled towards the stage. \"Job Interview!\" One of the sitting women looked over and walked up to Amy. Fran was a blond bombshell in a skin tight cashmere sweater, accentuating two unnaturally pointed breasts. Amy couldn't stop staring at them until it was too late.\n\n\"You like my warheads, do you?\" Fran asked. \"You have impeccable taste. I'm Fran, and this is my place,\" she said, extending her hand.\n\nAmy shook it. \"Amy Tamagoshi. I really like your place.\"\n\n\"Oh? Have you been to a lot a strip clubs?\"\n\n\"This past week, yeah,\" Amy replied. \"I've been trying to get a job and it seems like no club wants me. I went to *Love Handles* and they thought I was underage. *Shakers and Quakers* just laughed me out the door.\" She looked down and cupped her small chest. \"I guess I'm not that attractive.\"\n\n\"Pfftt. You wouldn't have been happy there, to be honest. Their clientèle can be unsavory towards minority women, especially Asians. You probably dodged a bullet. Unless you're into that race play shit, I mean... I didn't mean to presume.\"\n\nAmy felt a rush of heat over her face. She didn't think about the racial aspect until that moment. \"You're right. I mean, you're right about me not wanting to be called a 'chink slut.' That's not my thing.\"\n\n\"So, what is your thing, Amy?\" Fran pulled out two barstools. \"What made you want to pursue a career in dancing?\"\n\nAmy sat down and clasped her hands. \"This is going to sound dumb.\"\n\n\"It might sound dumb, but you're here, right now, and I'm glad that you are.\"\n\n\"Okay. I've never been to a strip club before. I always thought it was for perverts and skanks. No offense.\"\n\n\"A *little taken*, but go on.\"\n\n\"Last year, my friend Jillian got married. At the bachelorette party, we all went to one of those stripper pole exercise studios. God, I was so nervous, sitting on the floor while the instructor explained the basics. The first time, I ran at the pole and flung myself onto the floor, ass first. It was embarrassing.\"\n\n\"But something else happened, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah. I brushed off my butt and tried again. I was able to hook my leg around the pole like the instructor said, and began to spin. My friends, Jillian, everyone stopped to watch, cheering me on. After the wedding, I went back to the studio to learn more. I bought a pole for my house. I like to think that I got better.\"\n\n\"I'm sure. You have a great body for pole dancing. But let me guess, dancing at home, or in the studio didn't feel the same.\"\n\nAmy's eyes widened. \"How did you know?\"\n\n\"Call it a hunch. You must have realized that the thrill you felt before was only partially caused by the pole. The rest, was you, *performing* for other people. Congratulations Amy, you're an exhibitionist.\" Fran looked at her, up and down. \"You'd make a lot of women horny. Why don't you show me what you've learned,\" she said, gesturing towards the stage.\n\nAmy walked onto the stage and Fran sat in a lounge chair. She signaled the DJ, who started to play a swanky jazzy version of \"All About That Bass.\" Amy closed her eyes, feeling the music push into her. It only took her a moment to catch the rhythm and she slowly ambled over from the center of the stage to Fran, tugging off her shirt along the way. Amy's petite breasts shook as she dropped her hips and heels on the dance floor. She walked past a pole and grabbed it from behind, pivoting one foot until her ass swung around in front.\n\n\"Work. It. Girl!\" Fran cheered. \n\nAmy, bent over and holding the pole with both hands, looked over her shoulder and smiled. She pulled herself up and straddled the pole, then bent herself backwards and stared at Fran. Fran slipped a folded dollar bill into her fingers and Amy tucked it into her waistband. She undulated on the pole, swinging around the dance floor. Every move looked designed sell her as an object of pure, unadulterated sex. As the song ended, she slid down with the pole between her legs, sweaty and panting. The sounds of cheering woke her from her trance, and she realized that more women had sat down at the stage, some flashing their stacks of cash.\n\n\"So, what do you think?\" she asked Fran.\n\n\"I think you've got a job. Have you thought of a stage name?\"\n\nAmy looked at the pole, then the rows of admiring eyes on her. She felt exhilarated and aroused. \"Call me, Bo Peep.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] After a magic spell permanently transforms the Hero into a Heroine, the Sorceress takes it upon herself to help them get “familiar” with their new body later at the Inn, much to the Heroines embarrassment.
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"content": "“Hey, love, it could be worse, couldn’t it?” Jessica said, “At least the curse didn’t turn you into a horse.” The Heroine could hardly disagree, but she didn’t say anything. “Why don’t we see the extent of the damage,” Jessica continued as she persuaded her pants off. \n\n“Well!” Jessica said, examining the Heroine’s new anatomy up close. “I’d say Dhoulmagus has done a proper job with you. It certainly looks like a pussy… smells like a pussy… even tastes like a pussy,” she said, giving it a long, labored lick. “Not that I know what pussy tastes like! Just a guess.” The Heroine persisted in her wordlessness. \n\n“Agh, all right, I’ll tell you—you know how to get anything out of me. One day I just got curious and just *had* to know what I tasted like, what guys were getting themselves into when they went down on me. And to preempt your next question, love,” Jessica continued, “yes, you may have a taste of me. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves! I have much more to teach you about the female body.”\n\nThe Heroine took a seat at the edge of the bed while Jessica began to strip clumsily. *With tits like hers, she doesn’t need to be graceful.* Of course, she would never say something so scandalous aloud. Jessica, meanwhile, basked in the freedom of toplessness and couldn’t help but grin at the Heroine’s stare. “Care for a closer look?”\n\nJessica laughed at her friend’s reticence and pointed out the thorough flush of her face as she slowly approached, gradually leaned in closer until she was in the Heroine’s lap, until they were practically chest-to-chest, until Jessica could drink up the hazel of her eyes like warm cocoa, until the Heroine forgot herself, her shyness, and sought out a deep kiss; here Jessica was taken by surprise but softened her own lips against hers as they both tentatively used their tongues, trying not to overwhelm each other as they wordlessly expressed their unexplored passion. \n\nAfter they drew back, Jessica, between breaths, said, “I was just going to treat you to a puff-puff, but—”\n\nThe Heroine wasted no time in burying her face between Jessica’s ample tits, relishing their softness, closing her eyes so as to forget the entire world except Jessica’s chest. She plied her pale skin with affection, enthusiastically kissing the space between her breasts. Jessica simply stroked the Heroine’s hair, her neck, her shoulder… finding the Heroine’s perky tits and gently squeezing them as if to say it was time for her to pull back, to return to the world.\n\nAfter the Heroine had pulled back, Jessica said, “I’m awfully jealous of your boobs—they must not sag in the least. I’ll bet they look lovely when you’re on all-fours…”\n\nAs she trailed off, the Heroine bewitched by her words and beauty, climbed back into bed and onto her hand and knees, presenting her round ass to Jessica. “My, my, someone’s suddenly eager,” Jessica said, “I have the perfect spell for having fun with you in that position. I only wish,” she continued, magicking a blue strap-on onto herself as she grabbed hold of the Heroine’s butt, “I could see your face when this goes inside you.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She turned to prostitution to pay for college. But little did she know she'd end up becoming the favorite call-girl for the network of monster girls living in the city...
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"content": "\"Can't you stay for just a little longer?\" Yvonne asked, pouting as she watched Jennifer get dressed. \n \n\"Sorry, but no. You paid for two hours, and two hours is all you're going to get. Besides, I have to meet another client in an hour.\" Jennifer responded coldly, before pulling her panties up. \n \n\"Damn it! How come you're always so busy?\" \n \n\"You know exactly why I'm so busy! It's because you recommended me to all of your monster friends! I don't get a night to myself these days, thanks to all of you constantly paying for appointments with me! Honestly, I don't know how I'm supposed to keep up with you nymphos *and* college at the same time! It's impossible!\" With her rant done, Jennifer quickly finished putting her bra on before picking her dress up off the bedroom floor. \n \n\"Oh baby, I'm sorry!\" Yvonne replied, quickly hopping out of her bed. \"I had no idea your schedule was so jam-packed!\" The vampire said, as she slowly made her way towards Jennifer. Once she reached her, Yvonne tenderly wrapped her arms around the young woman's waist, and began whispering in her ear. \n \n\"But honestly, can you really blame me for telling everyone about you? I mean, look at you! You're like sex incarnate! Your lips are so pillowy that I just want to kiss them every time I see them! And your cute little butt is just so adorable that I can't help but want to spank it constantly! And your neck is just so... So... Oh, to hell with it!\" It was at that moment that Yvonne lost control. The lusty vampire planted her lips against Jennifer's pale neck and began kissing it with wild fervour. \n \n\"Yvonne, let go! I told you, I have another client!\" Jennifer tried to escape her client's embrace but couldn't. A young girl like her was no match for the mature vampire. \n \n\"I'll pay you double what they're paying! Please Jenny, just one more hour, please? I need to own you again, just for a little while!\" Yvonne pleaded, her hands roaming down across Jennifer's body and into her panties. \n \n\"Fine!\" Jennifer hissed. \"But just one more hour, alright?\" \n \n\"Yes, yes, of course!\" Yvonne responded, lying through her pointed teeth. \n \nAnd so, with a smile on her face and lust in her heart, Yvonne dragged poor Jennifer back to her bed and didn't let her leave until the next morning. Vampires can be insatiable sometimes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Introducing the brand new Orgasm Transference Chip! Once installed, any and all orgasms will be completely blocked by the user. At the same time, the orgasm will be instantaneously sent to the designated receiver. Order your new Orgasm Transference Chip today!
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"content": " ok here goes.\n\nJulie and Kip had been quite satisfied with their Orgasm Transference Chip (or OTC). They enjoyed trading it back and fourth during sex as a way of spicing things up. The Chip was so small, and so subtle that a person could easily forget they were wearing it. \n\nOne Morning, after a particularly enjoyable night Julie woke with a start to realize that she had slept through her alarm. Fearing that she would be late for work, Julie completely forgot that she was still wearing the OTC as she rushed off to her office job. \n\nIt wasn’t until about noon that she realized what she had done. She was in an important board meeting. Career making or breaking. The meeting was long, dull and would not get out for at least a couple more hours (if she were lucky). After what felt like a millennium of listening to her co-worker drone on about earnings and projections, she experienced her first orgasm of the day. That’s when she realized that she was still wearing the device, and Kip was pleasuring himself (at least she hopped that was all he was doing.) \n\nJulie drew in a breath with a high-pitched gasp. She tensed up at the same time, drawing the attention of one of the Japanese investors. She tried to cover it up by coughing. Her panties were completely drenched. She wanted to remove the OTC then and there but knew there was no way she could do it without drawing undue attention. She just prayed that (having experienced an orgasm-free ejaculation) Kip would put two and two together and leave well enough alone. \n\nShe was Wrong.\n\nMaybe Kip was toying with her. Maybe he just thought something was wrong with him and wanted to be sure, but for whatever reason Kip proceeded to make her cum every 20-30 minute for the duration of the meeting. Normally Julie loved how Kip was always ready to go almost immediately after he was pleasured, but for the time being Julie could do noting but curse his name with every guilty gasp. She squirmed, and fidgeted, trying desperately to draw as little attention to herself as possible. She was certain that her moans had drawn someone’s attention but prayed that they would think nothing of it. \n\nThen, without warning, the boss asked her to stand and share her thoughts. As she attempted to stand, she experienced the most intense Orgasm yet."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Oh, you've got the hiccups? That sucks. Hey, you want to know a good way of getting rid of them? Eating pussy."
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"content": "“*What?*” she gasped, not a good thing to do when she was halfway through a drink of water. Liquid went down the wrong pipe and she sputtered, coughing hard until she could finally croak, “Are you *serious?*”\n\n\n“Nope,” her friend said, grinning like the cat who got the cream. \"But your hiccups are gone now.\"\n\n\nShe hacked up a bit more water, then waited with bated breath. Nothing happened. “Oh…”\n\n\n“You should have seen the look on your face!” her friend giggled. “You totally thought I was serious.”\n\n\n“No…” she muttered, blushing. “Shut up.”\n\n\n“Aww, I don’t even get a thank you for curing your hiccups?”\n\n\n“Thank you, Myra,” she said, rolling her eyes.\n\n\n“That’s not the kind of thank you I had in mind…” Myra murmured, raising a V of fingers to her mouth and lewdly sticking her tongue out, then cracking up as she was slapped on the arm.\n\n\n“One time, Myra! It was one time! I was drunk!”\n\n\n“Mmhmm, mmhmm, whatever you say…” Myra said, grinning. “I can’t know if that’s the truth until I see how good you are…”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: No matter how mercilessly her captors toyed with her arousal and controlled her orgasms, she must not break. She was a general and heir to the throne. Her surrender would doom the empire.
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"content": " \n\nCassandra lay naked on the table, the soft furs beneath her belied her predicament. If she closed her eyes and let herself go, she could almost believe she was back in her own bed, warm and comfortable and drifting off to the sweet bliss of post-orgasmic sleep.\n\nBut sadly this was not the case. The strong leather bonds that held her wrists and ankles were a constant reminder of her situation. She lay naked and spreadeagled, her legs and arms stretched wide across the large table, her pussy exposed and on display to every scoundrel that passed by. Her full, round tits and firm pink nipples pointed up toward the ceiling. Her smooth, flat stomach moved steadily up and down as her breathing subsided. \n\nFor the past 2 days she had been held in what appeared to be a sexual dungeon. Her captors had torn her Generals uniform unceremoniously from her body before securing her to this table and going to work on her most sensitive areas.\n\nThey had tried to break her. Her nipples had been licked and teased, her pussy had been stimulated, massaged and caressed in the most erotic ways imaginable. They had tried to bring her to the brink of orgasm and hold her there in an exquisite torture of ecstasy and pain. They needed the information she held and they had expected her to be desperate to cum, to beg for sweet release, to give up her secrets in return for the promise of orgasm. But they had failed. Whenever they tried to inch her to the edge of orgasm, she came of her own accord. Time and again they had watched helplessly as she writhed before them, her naked form convulsing from orgasm after orgasm.\n\nIn defeat, they had walked out and left her alone in her cell. She estimated she’d been alone for a couple of hours now and had finally recovered from her sexual ordeal. They had expected her to beg to cum, but she had almost done the opposite: She’d almost had to beg them to stop. They couldn’t have known how sexual she was and how sensitive she was. Throughout the land, she had the reputation of being a strong leader, hard but fair, completely dedicated to winning at all cost and seemingly with no sexuality whatsoever. The reality was that behind closed doors she was just a little slut. In secret she could indulge her whims and her kinks and she fucking LOVED to cum. She would often cum several times before bed. There was no way her ignorant captors could have known this about her.\n\nLost in her thoughts, she suddenly heard the sound of the key in her cell door. She attempted to raise her head and peer between the volutuous mounds of her tits to see what was happening. But she needn’t have bothered. The Cellmaster walked around past the end of the table and stopped at her shoulder. Standing beside him were three of the most beautiful women Cassandra had ever seen. \n\nOne was a voluptuous redhead with a thick mane of curly locks that tumbled down over her shoulders. Her skin was lightly dusted with freckles and as pale and smooth as fresh milk. Her eyes were like the brightest emeralds, glowing with unbridled sexuality.\n\nThe second was a stunningly tall blonde with hair that bounced lightly around her delicate face like the ocean waves. Her eyes were a bright clear blue such as the purest spring lake, and sparkling with hidden secrets and desires yet to be unleashed.\n\nThe third was an exotic olive-skinned beauty with jet-black hair as fine as silk. It was as straight as a ruler and was as immaculate as if it received a thousand brush strokes every day. Her eyes were as dark as the night and Cassandra suspected that to stare too long into those eyes was to lose your soul forever.\n\nThe Cellmaster had a strange smirk on his face and an obvious bulge in his trousers. To be in the presence of these beauties for more than a moment was to be in a constant state of arousal. He turned to them and bowed, at the same time gesturing to Cassandra’s naked and inviting body. Without a word he walked out of the cell. Cassandra tried to call after him, tried to find out what the hell was going on, tried to discover her intended fate, but her words fell on deaf ears.\n\nIn this time, the three most beautiful women in the Kingdom had disrobed. Completely naked, they exchanged glances, and with lips pursed in anticipation of what was to come, they descended upon her….\n\nTo be continued"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone's born male. When they mate for the first time, they have to decide which one will turn female.
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"content": "They sat, naked and cross-legged on the bed, with the little blue vial on the tray in between them. Chris wished the bottle would move spontaneously, but it stood still. He found one more reason to hate the memory foam mattress.\n\n\"This is stupid,\" Chris said. \"Why do we have to go through this dumb ritual?\"\n\n\"Look, I know it's not technically necessary, but I want to honor my family's traditions... even the stupid ones. We've been selecting genders with 'Spin the Bottle' for as long as selective genders was a thing.\"\n\n\"Gods, for *that* long? Do they also cook meat in caves and pray for a good hunt?\"\n\nPat laughed and pouted, crossing his arms. Chris always knew what buttons he could push, and how lightly. \"Yes, and we trembled when the thunder gods went bowling. Seriously though, don't you think this is a more fair way to pick? I know we both want to carry the baby.\"\n\nChris rubbed his flat stomach, playing with the wisps of hair of his happy trail. He thought about the feeling of emptiness that he felt for so long, and how being with Pat filled the void. Pat could suck the sadness right out of his cock within minutes of going down on him. Chris loved being inside him, his asshole clenching him while he stroked Pat from behind. Chris never thought that he'd have to leave *this* decision up to chance. He looked at Pat's face and recognized the longing in his expression; he'd seen it in the mirror for years. \"I guess you're right, we both want this.\" He let out a sigh and asked, \"so how do we do this?\"\n\nPat pinched the vial with two fingers and laid it flat onto the tray. He flicked his fingers and the vial began to spin on the smooth surface. It slowed and began to spin out, until the capped end stopped, and pointed to Chris.\n\nPat frowned. \"Best two of out three?\" He spun the bottle again without waiting for an answer, and it stopped once again, pointing at Chris. \"Three out of five?\"\n\nChris opened the bottle and swallowed the medicine. He shook his head and uncrossed his legs to show his receding cock, shrinking until there was nothing but an excess of skin aroud her freshly created pussy. She spread her lips with two fingers and leaned back on the bed. \"Alright, caveman. Put a fucking baby in me.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It’s Halloween night, and one particular trick-or-treater is showing off a **lot** of skin... this catches the eye of a local creep, but not just any creep: This one has a very successful record of kidnappings, domming, sexual torment, you name it; They’re so good, many victims return for more.
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"content": "\\*\\*Let me know if this is anything close to what you were looking for. I can do a part 2 if there's interest.\\*\\*\n\n​\n\nLiving across the street from a handful of the greek life houses certainly had its shortcomings for Howard Turner. Loud parties. Cars coming and going on the street at all hours of the night. Trash and other refuse spewed out from inside the houses to the outside. He'd even had a couple of pranks pulled on him. With all of that, he didn't move out for a few specific reasons.\n\nHoward Turner lived in that house before the houses across the street were remodeled, renovated and converted into sororities and fraternities for the nearby university. He was nearing his 70s and raised three kids in that house, all of them off on their own, some even being members of the very fraternities and sororities he now stared at each morning as he got his paper in the mornings. His wife, Delilah, passed a few years ago which left Howard with a broken heart at first. As his heart stitched back together, he instead found himself with an excess of time on his hands.\n\nHe worked a bit on the house, making sure to not set himself up for injury or a bad fall. Since he was outside often, he occupied his absent minded moments with people watching. Much of his attention was amused by the frat guys foolishly damaging their livers and/or their brains with silly stunts they won't remember or will regret. His attention was also consistently caught by the young college women that made their way past his house, sometimes dressed as if enough money could buy their services for a night.\n\nMarried life was a good fit for Howard, but, despite his age, he never felt much of a dip in his desire for sex. Even in his early 60s before Delilah's health began to decline, he would bring his wife to bed and ravish her, even when she wasn't \"in the mood.\" She got in the mood by the time he was done. \n\nBefore he met his wife, Howard's brief stint in the military left him lonely and very aware of how much he needed women and upon his return, he made up for lost time in a gap year before he went to college with his GI bill. Years of wild oat sowing finally landed him hungover against the front door of Delilah Kelly's front door. By the coming Spring, they were happy and dating.\n\nMonogamy was never a problem for Howard, but his body sometimes longed for the nights of drinking and one night stands that his college years were full of. Now, with nothing by time to think while observing the very thing that was central to his lust for so many years, he couldn't resist acting on his thoughts. \n\nIt started with a girl in her Senior year. She was a nursing student who seemed to have maybe 3 hours to herself each week. Howard stumbled upon her in her scrubs, the curves her Dominican heritage gave her obvious even in the work attire as she studied in the university library which was open to the public. He visited with her and after a few more visits, he invited her over for a break and some conversation and some tea. Howard didn't expect the level of success he found with Rosa since by the end of the night, she was worshiping all 9 inches of his cock, her lips cleaning off her own juices. That was two years ago and the first of several conquests of Howard's, harvested from the university's rich bounty.\n\nRosa now lives with her husband in a different state, but Howard didn't miss her much as multiple of the women he found, seduced or manipulated back to his place came knocking again for more.\n\nOne of Howard's favorite nights since his reinvigorated libido kicked in again was Halloween. These young college girls dressed like sluts and looking for a night to remember. He wouldn't abduct any random girl that approached his house, but for 3 years now, he's been hosting a haunted house in the first floor of his house. The second floor is reserved for a \"special guest\" who'd be getting the VIP treatment each night. This year, Howard had his sights set on one girl in particular.\n\nShe was a freshman student this year, a first for Howard, and he couldn't resist staring at her when he saw her. Her name was Mary and just from looking at her innocent face, her was already looking forward to abusing it. She pledged to Delta Gamma Nu, an academic sorority with a service focus, which was comically inaccurate based on what Howard had seen on the front lawn of the house. Based on his interactions with her, she was from a small town in the Oklahoma panhandle, but her mom was in Delta Gamma Nu and her mom's mom was a member and so on and so forth. She was carrying on the legacy, seemingly unaware the den of sluts that sorority shaped up to be. \n\nFor the greek life members, the street in front of all the houses was turned into a big social gather for the whole campus on Halloween night. Howard invited a few of his favorites, some conquests of his and others just people he'd been friendly with to go through the haunted house. He figured that at this point, word had gotten around about him, but at the same time, it seemed like the kind of rumor that lived in the realm of the unlikely. He was social security age. There was no reason to believe he was pulling college age pussy.\n\nAnd that was exactly what Howard played into when anyone might have come asking. He played embarrassed and bashful to talk about such a dirty subject as sex and he wouldn't harm of spoil any of these lovely young women. Not when he loved his wife Delilah so dearly.\n\nHalloween finally rolled around and Howard was aching with excitement. With all day to get ready, he was practically jumping out of his skin by the time the sun went down and the party outside started. The first few rounds of students went through the house, got their candy and left. Howard was impatient, his balls aching for release. Finally, there she was.\n\nMary showed up with some of the other girls, her sorority big sister guiding her along. Based on the smell of alcohol and the uncertainty in many of their steps, Howard could tell they'd been drinking. Upon seeing Howard, Mary regained a bit of her demeanor, embarrassed and uncomfortable to be seen by him in this state. She seemed uncomfortable, but he assumed that was because of the costume that was clearly chosen for her. \n\nMary was dressed as a witch, comically so, as the costume wasn't much more than a dark purple lace bra, corset, and panties, a pair of black leather high heeled boots, and a pointed hat which really was the only distinguishing 'witch' feature of the costume. She stood only 5'2\", her short ginger hair in a pixie cut, partially hidden by the hat. She had dark red lipstick and dark eyeshadow, her pale freckled face made up quite a bit. The bra and corset gave her 32B chest a delicious amount of cleavage while the panties did nothing to hide her plump bubble butt which looked even better in the high heeled boots. It made a man like Howard want to weep.\n\n\"Doesn't she look sexy, Mr. Turner?\" Samantha, the \"big\" sister, said, giggling as she leaned into the blushing Mary. \n\n\"Sam...Cut it out.\" Mary said, a smile playing just slightly on her lips. She let out a cute squeak as Samantha slapped her ass, her teeth sinking into her deep red bottom lip as she glared at Samantha who giggled in return. Howard wished he could see how Mary's fat ass jiggled from the impact.\n\n\"She looks good enough to eat.\" Howard said, smiling wickedly at the young freshman. Mary blushed a bit more, trying to cover herself as he started to send the group through the house. One difference was made though. He immediately separated the group by sending them in different paths, Mary's headed down to the basement. Long ago, the basement was his oldest son's bedroom but with his new hobby, he's been using it for something else.\n\nMary was clearly on edge as she moved through the house, her footing a little uneasy from the alcohol. As she got to the basement, she was clearly on edge as she looked into complete darkness, light barely visible down the steps. Howard had made his way down earlier and was laying in wait for her. As she got to the bottom, the basement door slammed closed above. She let out a startled scream, stumbling a few steps into the basement where Howard moved quickly, wrapping his arms around the small girl, a hand clapping over her mouth to silence her screams.\n\nThis was when the fun began."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] When your new neighbor took you up on that offer to help out with some things around the house, you had no idea it was this...
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"content": "Contains: Dub-con and BDSM obviously\n\n----\n\n# Part 1 / ?\n\n\"Thanks *so much!* You really are the sweetest for helping me out like this. I honestly can't thank you enough, but I really am in such a bind here!\"\n\nDerrick stared at the tiny wisp of a girl his neighbor, Lillian, had seated in the chair. *Seated* was a rather generous word: she was bound at the thighs and shins with enough rope to hoist a sail, keeping her knees in a permanently bent position; her hands were locked overhead, chained to a ring that was bolted to Lillian's desk; a ball gag was choked into her obviously aching jaw, and a river of drool coursed down over her chin and naked breasts, which themselves were tied together at the nipple by a chain of their own. Her pussy was spread wide, like her helpless legs. A wild, unhinged look washed over her as she locked eyes with Derrick and moaned. She was *\"seated\"* in the same way that a prisoner in a jail cell was *\"visiting.\"*\n\n\"Oops!\" Lillian laughed. \"Pun *sort of* intended. *In a bind,* hah!\" She grabbed the belt of the short black lingerie kimono she'd inexplicably answered the door in, and tugged at the knot, emphasizing the *in a bind* pun.\n\nDerrick, meanwhile, maintained the same shocked, fight-or-flight body language he'd established since thirty seconds ago, when Lillian had asked him over to \"help out with some things around the house,\" answered the door in her lingerie kimono, invited him up to her home office, and revealed the naked, battered girl she was torturing.\n\n\"Anyway, I am... gosh, this is awkward... *completely* out of lube,\" she admitted somewhat sheepishly. \"Can you believe it? I have to fuck this *dumb slut's filthy little holes* and there's not one drop of Superslide in the house?\"\n\nShe added an aside to her bound, gagged, tortured slave: \"Don't you ever fucking tell anyone this happened, do you hear me?\" The girl nodded fervently, \"no\" for the *don't tell anyone*, then a fearful \"yes\" for the *do you hear me?*\n\nShe continued on, walking around the desk in her study and rifling through a drawer to produce a clutch purse. \"Anyway, I gotta go to the store! Not a drop of lube in the whole house. Not even cooking oil, think I used it all up at the party yesterday when we met. Oh, you remember Sarah, right? Say 'hi,' Sarah.\"\n\n*\"Hggh mfter Nderfom,\"* the girl managed.\n\nSarah, yes that was her name. Derrick remembered seeing a mousey, shy girl who seemed to hover by Lillian. He'd wondered as he met all of Lillian's other friends and family at the housewarming party if she was a family friend of sorts. No, that would make too much sense. Apparently, she was a house slave.\n\n\"There, at least you can do something right,\" Lillian offered to Sarah's humiliated visage. At that moment, she pulled the belt of her kimono, untying it, and let it slide to the floor. Beneath, she wore nothing more than a set of elegant lingerie in matching black: a brassiere, panties, and garters that wrapped her modestly curvaceous form elegantly. Derrick turned away in modesty, as if there were any in the room.\n\nSarah, on the other hand, seemed to moan at the chance to see her beautiful captor in her sexy outfit. As Lillian strutted around her desk to Sarah's chair, the poor girl squirmed in anticipation. Lillian took up a dildo the size of a police baton that Derrick somehow hadn't noticed propped up against the side of the desk. The end had a rubber wand with various nubs, like a corn cob with most of the kernels missing.\n\n\"Now, as you can see, Sarah's *stupid cunt* is bone dry right now,\" Lillian explained, pushing the rubber end of the dildo-sword into Sarah's vagina. Rather she tried to: it didn't go very far or very comfortably in from the dryness. Sarah groaned in pain.\n\nDerrick flinched and reached out: \"Wait, don't!\" he begged, unsure what to do.\n\n\"I know, right?\" Lillian agreed, throwing the baton aside. It clattered loudly on the floor, and she marched unceremoniously over to her coat rack and gathered a light jacket. \"Anyway, I need more lube, and *dumb bitch spit* just doesn't seem to be cutting it,\" she added, narrowing her eyes at Sarah.\n\nDerrick had barely spoken yet, and Lillian couldn't ignore it. She paused in the middle of the room, and threw her coat over her shoulder as she cocked a hip to the side and smiled warmly at him. \"What's wrong, sweetie?\" she asked.\n\n*\"What in the actual fuck is going on?!\"* Derrick bellowed. Both of the women startled.\n\n\"Ooh! You've got quite a set of pipes on you, handsome!\" Lillian admired, her eyes beaming. \"Such a big, stron--\"\n\n\"--Please please please tell me why this... why Sarah is... in this chair?\" Derrick concluded."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I haven't been able to cum in years!!! I don't care what you do! Do whatever you want! Just PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!!!"
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"content": "James stared up from his book with a look of confusion hearing this, as if he wasn’t sure what he was hearing was real. He fixed his glasses to look at his roommate, Megan.\n\n“Excuse me?”, James asked from his chair, tilting his head perplexed.\n\n“I don’t know, James!”, Megan began to ramble, “It’s so embarrassing and I feel weird saying this, I know! I just...ugh...I haven’t had...y’know...sex in so long where I was asked how I was enjoying it. These other guys...they all just....don’t care. They finish, then they’re out! Done! Nada for me!”\n\n“You always seemed chipper after being out with Mike every time you came home. I assume he did more than just kiss you...?”\n\n“He lasts somewhat long, but...he stops cold once I get him to...cum. He just assumes I enjoy it, but he has never finished me off. I’m not happy, and we’re on a break now...b-bu-but...”\n\n“Yeah?”, James asked as he felt his pants getting just a bit tighter.\n\n“I’m just not sure if something is wrong with me”, she quickly rattled out. “Since it’s been so long, I just wanna give myself one last chance before I get a doctor involved... and I want to try with you.” The last two words fell off her lips like a warm calming breeze.\n\nJames was flattered and beginning to get flustered, getting even tighter through his jeans with the idea being proposed in front of him now. Megan was definitely attractive in a cute sort of way: she barely made it to the base of James’ neck in height and was slightly on the chubbier side, but usually wore hoodies that blandly draped around her curves. Her hair, a long tawny brown that seemed to look vibrant especially when free flowing, and her eyes, a lighter sea-green colour, definitely stood out to James in their time living together. But all he could ask was why.\n\n“But why me in particular?”, asked James.\n\nMegan’s mouth curled into a confident smile as she broke eye contact with James for a moment, then looked back up, paced two steps and sat down snugly on James’ lap while putting his book on the table next to them.\n\n“Because I think you are very sexy, and I wanted to know you better for a while now!”, she said, wrapping her arms loosely around James’ neck. “From the classes we had together, you are genuinely interested in helping others, and, not gonna lie, I’ve always wanted to know what my nerdy roommate guy-friend has been packing all this time. What do you say?”\n\nMegan wiggled closer to James on his lap, making him go even harder than already. Megan noticed.\n\n“I take that as a yes?”\n\nJames smiled as he took his glasses off and placed them on the table, looking back up at Megan still on his lap.\n\n“You make it impossible to say no”, James stated flirtatiously.\n\nMegan hopped off his lap, took his hand, and whisked him into her room and shutting the door behind them both.\n\nAs the door flew shut, James found himself pushed onto the bed, his legs hanging off the side. Megan, who threw off her trademark hoodie and sweatpants, out of her shirt, and was only in her bra and panties, clamoured above James, practically tearing his belt off.\n\n“Let’s see what I’ve been missing out on for all these months”, Megan said giddily, opening his button and reaching for the band of his boxers. James instinctively brought down his pants’ back as Megan got the front, revealing the prize.\n\n“Oh my god, jackpot!”, she squealed.\n\n“You like?”, James asked with a grin.\n\n“Yes, it’s perfect! I want it! I’m all yours! Make me scream!”, she sputtered out of pure lust.\n\nAs James kicked off the rest of his pants and his shirt, revealing his slightly padded physique, Megan backed up only for a moment to tear off her own underwear, revealing her figure for James to finally see in full. Her tits were bigger than he initially assumed as the bra fell to the floor, intensifying the fires already an inferno. Her curves all looked so right, and his heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful.\n\nThe next thing he knew, she got next to him on the bed and swung up her leg, and straddled James. She raised herself up and grabbed his dick, lowering herself down onto him with a faint moan. She started to furiously ride, growing in her moans as she was feeling him deeper and deeper inside herself. James couldn’t help but resting his hands onto her hips and guide her to go further up his shaft.\n\n“How is it going?”, asked James through his panting.\n\n“So far, so good”, she breathily replied.\n\nHe couldn’t help having his knees start to rise as she grew more intense. A scream quickly came only to covered by her mouth, followed by another and another as she desperately tried to muffle herself while beginning to happily giggle. She then stopped after the 7th scream and put her hands on James’ chest.\n\n“I’m getting a bit tired. Mind taking the reins this time, stallion?”, she windily says.\n\n“I got you covered”\n\nLifting up off of James and moving to the side as he glides to the head of the bed, he guides her onto her stomach and arches her back down.\n\n“Truly a stallion after all”, Megan remarks as she gives a little wiggle.\n\nJames slides inside her and feels her twitch followed by her first slight moan, beginning to move in careful rhythm to make her feel every inch. Her moans of pleasure and her inaudible exclamations, growing ever louder, gives him more strength as he keeps going.\n\n“Am I doing it right?”, James breathily asked.\n\n“Yes! I love y— it!”, she replied, nearly saying the words she was afraid to say, but wanted to.\n\nShe begins following her partner’s tempo, wiggling along the length more and more, feeling the closest she has came to climax in literal years. Keeping herself quiet enough to not wake up the floor neighbours by covering her mouth felt less possible, and now, Megan could only just enjoy her victory lap while she had it.\n\n“Slap me!”, she screamed through her giggly moans of pleasure.\n\nJames obliged, with a fast slap to her ass that brought her into the pillow with a scream of content.\n\nMegan didn’t want to end it like this though. She was close to orgasm, sure, but she couldn’t stomach the idea of facing away from the guy who finally brought her to that point. Or maybe, this was the other ‘l-word’ she was feeling.\n\n“James, I want to change. Missionary.”, she belted out.\n\n“Alright”, he said as he backed away for the moment.\n\nHe was at the edge too, and stopping again gave him a brief time to be ready for the next round. She moved onto her back to face James, opening up.\n\n“Come here, my love!”, Megan blurted out, turning bright red when she realised her mistake.\n\nJames paused for a moment. Love. Was this really love he had with his roommate? He wasn’t gonna lie: the night’s unfolding did give him the hope that this wouldn’t just be a cheap fuck, but something more meaningful. Now, it is that. About love. But was it right?\n\nWith a grin, James replied back: “Coming, my love!”, crawling towards Megan. She was relieved that something more might be there, and now just about to finish, as intended.\n\nHe moved between her legs and positioned himself once more inside her as she faintly moaned again.\n\nMegan wanted to finish strong, but also felt the passion about James as much more. She wrapped her legs around James’ hips, and with her arms moving around his neck, dragging him down to her lip level. Their lips met as they started to make out in between their bouts of heavy breathing, getting even closer and closer to their shared peaks.\n\nFinally, Megan felt at the point of no return and said those words she wanted to say for a long time and mean them:\n\n“I’m gonna cum”, moaned Megan.\n\n“Almost there too”, panted James.\n\nWith Megan still wrapped around his hips, but her arms grasping the sheets, James positioned himself upright to go further to carry them both. Like magic, Megan felt the release and intense cascade of dopamine shiver throughout her body as James was still pumping, finally reaching her goal. As it started to ebb for her, a feeling of liquid came from inside her, and James dropped next to Megan and kissed her cheek.\n\n“So how was that?”, whispered James under heavy breath.\n\n“Better than I could have imagined. I got my wish, and I found love in someone so insanely sexy”, she replied as she caressed his face. “I love you, ‘stallion’.”, she said next.\n\n“I love you too....’mare’”, he replied with a wink, then a kiss.\n\nThe arms of the new lovers convened into an embrace that survived the night, and many more nights to follow as they slept, and had plenty more orgasms when they could together, in the beds they shared."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every 100 or so years, Aphrodite decides to descend from Olympus and show one lucky mortal a good time. Whoever she selects sees her as their absolute dream girl. This time around, it's a cute guy who REALLY likes big butts.
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"content": "Being a Goddess had its perks. For eternity, now and always, Aphrodite spent her days in eternal roller coaster of emotion, feeling every arousal, love, and heartbreak of every human being. And she *loved* it. She was connected to everyone on Earth. They were like a nervous system to her, if you could control and manipulate your nervous system at will. She made people fall in love, she made them fall out of love. Have *him* develop a crush on his Uber driver on the way to his Bar Mitzvah? Why not? Make *her* fantasy of having all her male professors run a train on her come true on the first day of her final exams? Sure. Give *him* an erectile dysfunction he can’t beat unless he thinks about turtles? Sounds like fun. Give *her* an obsessive antique wooden rocking chair fetish? What’s the worst that could happen?\n\nAphrodite spent centuries upon centuries doing, well… that. Of course, she still did her job, helping people find love, gently guiding them down the path to finding their soulmate, all of that boring stuff. Each person was her little masterpiece, she toiled meticulously over each one, trying to make their love lives as unique as she possibly could. Some people she made fall in love instantly, and she enjoyed their fiery passion, their messy turbulent relationships. Others she let wander for decades before they found someone, relishing in the slow burn. But this could all get a little boring. So she liked to have her fun as well.\n\nA couple has sex for the first time in a New York apartment. Boom, premature ejaculation. Two workers at a bakery accidentally spill milk all over each other. Boom, now they can’t stop thinking about each other. A young man loses his job and totals his car on the way home. Boom, he meets his future wife and loving partner the very next day, who’s *extremely* good at giving footjobs. A young girl’s friend imitates a cow’s moo while they’re joking around. Boom, now she spends every night touching herself imagining her friend naked with cow udders, her hands slowly squeezing the pink udders, watching milk squirt all over her naked body. All of this, the good the bad and the ugly, the beauty and the messiness and the awkwardness of love and lust, was equally enjoyable to Aphrodite. She loved making people fall head over heels for each other and happily grow old together *just* as much as she loved breaking people’s hearts and ruining their lives. All of their existences were just so *fun* for her, she loved every second. \n\nThe only real downside was that all of this made her unbearably horny. She could watch people fuck all she wanted, but she had nobody *to* fuck. She hadn’t spoken to Hephaestus since the Ottoman Empire, and Ares was always so busy, plus he had recently taken up an interest in oil and she just wasn’t into that. She wasn’t interested in any of her Godly peers, she was interested in the little humans she played with every day. She needed to be reminded what it felt like. So, every 100 years, she went down to earth and went HAM.\n\n———————————\n\nAt exactly midnight, an orb of blue light appeared. It floated above the crashing waves, it’s pink light being reflected by the churning water, shining brightly in the dark night. It gently drifted towards the beach, just a foot above the water. \n\nOnce it reached the sand, the orb of light started changing. It grew limbs, slowly, legs stretching down towards the sand, arms extending outwards as the orb of light began to change shape, forming a women’s body. Arguably one of the most beautiful bodies in existence. The light began to dim. Aphrodite was becoming a beautiful woman, but not just any beautiful woman. Before she came down to earth, she’d spent three years picking somebody to fuck. Last century she did a woman, so this time she’d decided on a man, and her human form was the exact type of woman this man would be most physically attracted to.\n\nFor a moment, Aphrodite hovered a few inches above the sand, naked as the day she was born, her face glowing with pure unbridled awe and excitement. Then, with a popping noise, different types of fabric appeared out of thin air, swirling around her body, wrapping around her as they formed into clothes, covering her nudity. And then she stopped hovering, her feet landing in the sand.\n\nThe heels she was suddenly wearing sunk into the soft sand, and she immediately fell over, her body hitting the sand with a *thud*.\n\nAfter a few seconds, she slowly pushed herself up to her hands and knees, blinking. She took deep breaths, staring at the sand underneath her. She felt so unbearably horny. One hundred years of making people fuck in all of the craziest ways gave her one hell of an appetite, and not only that, but now she had a human body to experience this need, which meant different and unfamiliar sensations, sensations she’d forgotten.\n\n“Oh *fuck*…” she moaned, baring her teeth, her voice silky and perfect. Her fingers dug into the wet sand as she tensed her hands, resisting the urge to touch her pussy. One hundred years of pent up arousal was coursing through her mortal body. She’d forgotten what it felt like to be horny with a pussy. She moaned again, her eyes rolling upwards, sitting back on her heels as her fingers dug deeper into the sand.\n\nThen her eyes widened as she looked at her hands. A broad grin lit up her face as her fingers dragged through the sand, leaving deep tracks, clawing this way and that.\n\n“I forgot what the sand felt like,” she giggled to herself. Then she took a deep breath, her mouth dropping open into a large smile as she rubbed her palms against the wet sand. For a moment, she considered rubbing the sand into her pussy, but then she decided that would be a bad idea.\n\nAphrodite didn’t spend a long time playing with the sand. It was a fun distraction, but she was here for a reason. After pulling her heels off, she stood up and tried to brush the sand off of her clothes. Then, holding her heels in her hand, she started to run barefoot down the beach, her barely suppressed giggles of excitement drifting through the midnight air.\n\n——————————————————\n\nJerry’s alarm blared, and he groaned, rolling over onto his back. He reached out sleepily, his fingers brushing against the screen of his phone for a few moments before he managed to press snooze. Then he relaxed onto his mattress, closing his eyes, and placed his hand onto his chest. \n\n“Oh, fuck it,” he muttered after a couple of seconds, and he sat up, his eyes barely open. \n\nAphrodite watched him go through his morning routine. She watched him hungrily as he brushed his teeth, wearing an undershirt and boxers, and as he prepared his coffee, humming to himself. She liked Jeff, she liked him a lot. He had gorgeous curly dark brown hair which he kept a little wild, and his equally dark brown eyebrows were striking. His clean shaven face had a kind of classical handsomeness to it. And his body was far from bad. He wasn’t necessarily beefy, but he still had a really nice muscle tone. He was a swimmer, and Aphrodite took great delight in making him develop a crush on the girl who frequently swam in the lane next to him at the gym. His smile was golden, and his laugh twice as much. \n\nShe watched, doing everything she could not to touch herself, as he got into his sedan, wearing his suit and tie as he headed to work. She loved it when he wore his suit and tie, it reminded her of a nervous teenager going to prom. Prom was one of her favorite things, the perfect storm… her mind filled with memories of Jerry’s prom as she watched his car pull out of his driveway…\n\n———————————————————\n\nJerry walked into the office building, carrying his briefcase. Today was a very important day for him. It was the day of one of the most important pitches of his career, and he was feeling pretty nervous.\n\n“Good morning, Jerry,” Pamela, the receptionist, said as he walked past the curved reception desk on his way to the elevators.\n\n“Oh, good morning,” he mumbled, distracted. He walked up to the silver elevator doors and leaned forwards to push the button. As he straightened up again, he heard the sound of heels approaching from behind him. The elevator doors showed the faint distorted reflection of someone walking up next to him, but he was too distracted to give it much thought.\n\n“Circular economy, circular economy, circular economy,” he muttered to himself as the doors slid open. \n\nHe stepped inside, smelling a faint whiff of the familiar elevator smell, barely noticing the person in heels following him in. The button for the tenth floor lit up under his finger as he pressed it. The elevator started moving, and he straightened up again, holding his briefcase with both of his hands, trying not to think about all of the ways his pitch could go wrong.\n\n“Circular economy, circular economy, circular economy, circular-”\n\n“Ahem.”\n\nThe woman standing next to him cleared her throat, interrupting Jerry’s mutterings, and he glanced to his right.\n\n*to be continued... I hope...*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a crack on the head and being knocked out, a woman wales up to find a world ruled by porn cliches.
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"content": "“She’s waking up, Nurse Roxxy please fetch the doctor!” \n\n“Ugh,” Eve groaned. The bright fluorescent lights felt blinding as she opened her eyes for the first time in days. She recognized the sterile, overly clean smell that only hospitals and doctors offices seemed to have. But there was another smell among it, and it wasn’t one she could easily place her finger on.\n\n“Is that… coconut oil?” She asked. Full consciousness came back to her swiftly and she found herself looking up a nurse. \n\n“Yes, of course!” the nurse said cheerily, “what else would it be? This is a hospital after all!” \n\nEve blinked in confusion as her senses came back to her. *What am I doing in a hospital? Why would coconut oil be a staple at a hospital of all places?*\n\nShe got a good look at the nurse leaning over the hospital bed and had to stifle an urge to gasp or laugh. The woman looked like a model ready for a shoot. Her face was done up with thick makeup; deep black and blue eyeshadow, long lashes, rouge on her cheeks, and red lipstick. Her platinum blonde hair fell in curls past her shoulders. On her head was a white nurses cap that Eve had only ever seen on slutty nurse costumes around Halloween. \n\n*And why does the nurse look like *that*?!*\n\n“I’m Nurse Candy,” the nurse cooed, “you’ve had a nasty crack on the head. You’re alright now. You’re at Saint Luscious Hospital.”\n\n“Okay,” Eve said warily, one eyebrow rising as she got a good look at what Candy was wearing. Her uniform *was* a costume. It had to be. It was like she was wearing a red and white corset, with the lacy top so low that Eve was certain her boob was about to pop out. \n\n“Why are you wearing *that*?!” She exclaimed. This could not be proper PPE.\n\n“What ever do you mean?” Candy said, leaning back and looking down at her uniform. Eve got a good look at the miniskirt, which rode so high that she almost flashed her kitty at the patient, as well as her lacy white stockings and three-inch heels. No nurse would ever be comfortable in something like that. \n\n“*That!*” Eve gestured to the outfit, “your uniform! Why are you wearing such revealing clothes! Shouldn’t you be wearing scrubs or something?”\n\n“Scrubs?” Candy chuckles, “I don’t even know what that is. Jeez, you must have really bonked your noggin good, huh?” \n\nCandy reached across the bed and placed a hand on Eve’s neck. She started to rub it, and Eve had to admit it felt good. Apparently being out cold for a few days earned her more than a few knots in her muscles. \n\n“Oh,” Eve sighed softly, closing her eyes.\n\n“The doctor will be here any moment,” Nurse Candy said, “before he gets here, we need to give you a sponge bath.”\n\n“What?” Eve said, bolting upright in her bed. As she did, the sheets fell away and off her top half. “Why would I need a sponge bath?” She paused, looking down at her naked breasts. “And *why am I naked*?!”\n\nCandy looked concerned. “Oh boy, that damage must have been worse than we thought. We need to get you cleaned right away.”\n\nEve had no words. She could only watch as Candy’s hand moved from massaging her neck down to her breasts. \n\n“Candy?” \n\n“Yes?”\n\n“Why are you rubbing my tits?”\n\nHer hands moved rhythmically, kneading the soft flesh of her breast in circles. Her fingers closed, the thumb and forefinger pinching on her hardened nipple. Eve let out a gasp before shying away. Candy didn’t seem to notice. \n\n“Hmm?” the nurse said as she looked quizzically at her patient, “I’m massaging your neck.” \n\n“Your clearly rubbing my tits. Your tweaking my nipples. Literally tweaking them as we speak.”\n\nCandy used the soft pad of her thumb and forefinger to massage the hardened pink nub gently, twisting it one way then the other. She even applied a gentle pull, sending a light but pleasant jolt through Eve. \n\n“Oh your poor baby, you’re still delirious,” Candy said as she ran her hand through Eve’s auburn hair. It was then that Eve realized her own hair had been done up in curls as well. She blinked and realized her lashes had been done up. If she had to bet, she would guess she had a thick layer of makeup just like Candy did. \n\n*Did Saint Luscious have a resident hairdresser for the comatose or something?!*\n\n“Let’s get you ready for Doctor Hardwell.”\n\nReleasing her breast, Candy grabbed hold of the hospital bed sheets and ripped them away in or swift motion. Underneath, Eve was completely naked. \n\n*And a resident Brazilian waxer?!*\n\nEve hadn’t shaved her pussy smooth since college. She had stopped due to laziness and the fact that her partners generally didn’t care, so why should she? Yet here she sat, staring at her own bald pubis mons, the cleft of her slit smooth and glistening, her clitoral hood pink against the paler skin beneath. \n\n“Nurse Candy we need to stop for a moment and-“\n\nShe felt the sponge press against her chest. Warm, soapy water trickled down her torso, following the contours of her slim stomach, over the mound of her newly waxed hips, and slid down between the lips of her labia. \n\n“Oops!” Candy said, “I always use too much water. Here, let me help you.” \n\n“No it’s alright. Just surprised me. You don’t need to-“\n\nCandy was already in motion. She climbed up on the bed, settling herself on all fours over Eve, her head hovering over Eve’s waist so her blonde curls nearly tickled her hips. Candy’s breasts, held tightly to her body by her corset-like top, were in danger of falling out completely, but the nurse didn’t seem to notice. She bend down low, arching her back as she did, giving Eve the sight of her backside rising up behind, the miniskirt riding up and over her wide hips and bottom. The world's smallest g-string was underneath, and even that was mostly swallowed by Candy’s ass. \n\n“Candy what are y-“\n\nEve didn’t have any chance to move. She didn’t have anywhere to go. All she could do was watch helplessly as Candy pressed her face between her legs, tongue out, and lick her from the bottom of her slit to her clit. Eve let out a shuddering breath. The motion was quick but skilled. Her tongue moved along the folds of her labia slowly and settled along her clit, where it lingered for a second, swirling over her now-excited nub.\n\n“I’m so clumsy,” Candy said, her voice a sultry octave lower, “I got you wet all over.” Her tongue danced, sliding along her pussy, before pressing its way in. Inside, her tongue met the warmth and wetness of Eve arousal. Candy pulled back and smacked her lips before looking up at Eve. “Or should I say, wet all *inner*.”\n\n“That… that doesn’t make s-sense,” Eve said breathlessly. She could hardly focus. Candy pressed a finger against her slit, allowing it to slide in easily. Eve gasped again as Candy pressed upwards, rubbing her in just the right spot. At the same time, she pressed her thumb to Eve’s clit, then moved it in small circles, each one sending an electric jolt through her body. \n\n“I’m so clumsy,” Candy continued, sliding her body up towards Eve, “that I got myself wet too.”\n\nWith her free hand, she grabbed Eve’s wrist and guided it down between her legs . Eve felt her palm press against the thin fabric of that g-string, the heat and moisture of Candy’s own pussy through it. \n\nEve saw a flash of blonde hair as Candy pressed her lips against hers. At some point her breasts must have won the battle against her top because she felt the nurses bare breasts pressed against hers, their nipples pressing and rubbing against one another. Eve didn’t fight back. As confused as she was about the situation, she had to admit that it did feel good. After a few seconds, Candy pulled back around the same time Eve found the entrance to her slit. She was dripping. The blonde nurse just looked at her and bit her lip. \n\n“You taste like Candy,” Eve said, licking her lips. \n\nCandy smirked. \n\n“I can’t wait to find out what you taste like.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Normally he dreaded shopping with his girlfriend, until he realized they were walking into the swimsuit section...
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"content": "(OP if you want me to change any of the names to those of your choice PM me)\n\nTom’s eyes drew wide and quickly dipped down as they entered the swimming shop, he couldn’t look that would be wrong, he though to himself. His eyes glanced over quickly towards her where she smirked “pick out a swimsuit for me to try on. As long as it fits I’ll model it for you, deal?” Sara asked grinning from ear to ear, she had a plan and wanted Tom to know that. “Ok” Tom warily replied as his eyes drew over to the models “as long as it fits”\n\nNow this shop was special, all of the clothes sold here were not hung up on rails but instead worn by a wide selection body to be viewed from every angle. Tom looked around nervously not wanting Sara to think he was checking out these other girls. And as much as Tom could try it was obvious to anyone and everyone that he was. At the front of shop were where all the racing suits were. Most of them clung tight to their body’s leaving no curve to the imagination you could see every nipple and bellybutton through the material.\n\nWalking further into the shop Tom began to look more confident his head look around more getting caught on one girl in particular. She had on a simple two piece bikini, neon green and tight fitting. It covered little skin over her hips and perfectly framed her hips. Tom looked on and locked eyes with this girl who smiled on back with I look inviting him over. Beside Tom, Sara was stood watching as she watched the tent in his trousers begin to grow. “Do you want me to try that one on” she said seductively and looked over finally to reveal the suit to herself “wow that does look sexy” Tom stood wide eyed and nodding slowly as Sara made her way to the girl and quickly whispered something into her ear to which the girl smiled and nodded. Tom could tell he was in for a treat\n\n[will add to this later but I have work now]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She knows that she’s a pretty bad cook, proven by multiple incidents of food poisoning and hungry nights, but she’s really done it this time: She’s not only somehow made an aphrodisiac, she fed it to her party . With a party addled by aphrodisiac, she’s in for a long night “assisting” them.
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"content": "\"Livia! How's the gruel?\"\n\n\"Uh... uhm... just about done... I think...\"\n\nLivia was a horrendous cook, which was rather ironic considering she was the team's alchemist. She could whip up healing tonics and antidotes in record times, but despite her expertise with boiling water she always managed to slip up when it came to food.\n\nWas she born without tastebuds? The warrior, ranger and spell caster that made up the rest of the group seemed to think so. But she was an attractive, busty little tonic-toter, so they figured the horrid dinners was a worthy trade off for a gorgeous and fairly skilled alchemist.\n\nMayhaps the root of her problem was her dangerous propensity for multitasking. Her chemistry station sat right next to the cooking set up. Vials of gods-know-what lined up and around various beakers and flasks. Bug parts, exotic weeds and even a bright pink elixir that defied logic and physics by sporting bubbles in the shape of hearts.\n\nThat was succubus blood. The second most potent aphrodisiac compound known to mankind. What Livia was doing with such a thing, only she could hazard a guess.\n\nBut regardless of it's intended use, into the meat and mushroom stew it went. Livia's weighty bosom rammed into the open vial and tipped it right over.\n\n\"Oh no! This is bad!\" Livia squealed after seeing the entire vial of succubus blood dump into the stew, turning the grey-brown mucky mixture into a light salmon hue.\n\n\"Livia, is the food ready yet? I'm starvin'! Even your usual gruel will do it for now!\"\n\nThe blonde hairs upon the back of her neck stood up. She didn't know what to do. Should she throw out the stew and let her party sleep another night with an empty stomach? She had practiced this dish so frequently that she was able to make it at least almost palatable. But if she served it...\n\n\"Whoa, that actually smells pretty good. What'd you put in it?\" Asked the mage. He was the youngest and nicest of the males, barely an adult with round nicked glasses and wavy brown hair.\n\nLivia froze, thinking of some fitting excuse. \"Suuucuuu... succulent soy sauce!\" \n\n\"That smells pretty sugary for soy sauce... does smell great though. Is it ready, Miss Livia?\"\n\n\"Not quite...\" Livia held her chin in her hand, an uneasy smile upon her face.\n\n\"To hell with it! I'm digging in!\" The brash, rugged warrior shouted, grabbing a bowl and plopping the night's meal into the container.\n\nLivia sighed, offering the mage a bowl, and another for the silent ranger. Claiming a spot around the fire, she enjoyed the meal and what little minutes existed before the succubus blood spread through their veins like a toxin.\n\n\"Oh man... this is actually edible! Hell, it's great!\" Warrior lauded, stuffing his face with the stew. Ranger nodded, his rugged angular face only shifting to allow food into his mouth. \n\nMage was the first to feel its effects, being slightly smaller in stature compared to the others. \"Yeah... its amazing... so sweet... like honey.\" A tent forming in his pants, evident to all, especially Livia. More and more often, the young Mage glanced at Livia, his cheeks flushed. His polite nature was being tested by the contents of the meal.\n\nWarrior and Ranger began grunting and rolling their eyes at each spoonful of the stew, erections awakening and pressing against their trousers as well. They stared at Livia just as Mage did, but didn't avert their gaze when Livia caught them staring.\n\nLivia ate along, knowing what would happen to the boys. She figured it best that she fall into the mood with them, mayhaps as an admission of responsibility, or a mental preparation for what's to come.\n\nLivia's eyes shimmered a brilliant and vibrant pink, despite their natural hue of pure sky blue. She began to pant and squirm in her seat, even groan softly while caressing herself. She looked to Mage straight in the eye and gave a warm yet intoxicated smile.\n\nMage swallowed and stood up, gently putting his bowl aside. He pulled down his cloth trousers and revealed to Livia his young, virile rod. Livia slipped out of her suspenders and raised the small cloth strap covering her tits. No words were exchanged, no words needed to be. The succubus blood supplied them with a sort of mutual understanding.\n\nLivia spread her breasts apart, allowing Mage to press his cock against her clavicle before she flanked his length with her breasts on all sides. His cock barely visible within the deep clutches of this night's cook's massive knockers.\n\nWarrior and Ranger quickly strolled over. Ranger neared his shaft against her cheeks, sliding about her cute round contours until her mouth opened up.\n\nWarrior tore open Livia's overalls from behind and located her pussy with his stern manly digits. She quickly became drenched, and coated Warriors fingers in her leaking juices. It wasn't long until her pussy became a sheathe for which warrior was eager to rest his sword within.\n\nThey didn't bother retreating to the tents, the simply plugged Livia's holes with their manhoods out there in the open for the gods to see."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your penis is sentient and is constantly erect. You realize your little dirty badger has been pointing at a certain direction. Curious, you decide to follow your dick.
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"content": "It was a gloomy late afternoon. I felt the coming rain in my bones. The light that passed through the torn-up Venetian blinds into my dusty old office was scarce and dim. I turned the newspaper to try to catch some of it. Wasn't worth it. Page after page of the city's usual squabbles and human miseries in small, dense type. Even the crime pages were dull, nothing to hang an eye on.\n\nMy legs were propped up on the desk. I looked over the paper and past the tips of my shoes at the door, half-open and loose on its hinges. Nobody was going to walk through that door today. Nobody did yesterday. I was living off the pickings of my last case, a sorry-assed job that had me follow a philandering husband around on behalf of his jealous missus. And those pickings were running out fast.\n\nI was all ready to write the day off for good, when I felt a twitch in my pants. Before I knew it, I was rock hard. Now, this wasn't some slow stiffening from a daydream about gals and all the things that made them swell. This was your atten-hut, jack-in-a-box, rocket-launch kind of affair. The old boy was up to something again.\n\n\"What now?\" I directed the question to my crotch. I pressed my hand against the faded pinstripes, and had to smile. I wasn't exactly a spring chicken anymore, but when it came time to stand up and deliver, this private dick's dick could put a horny twenty-year-old kid's rod to shame. It was as tough and reliable as my old M1917 six-shooter.\n\nThat wasn't all, though. Sometimes, not often, but often enough, the dick got ideas of its own. If I said it to anyone, they'd think I was off my gourd, but it was true.\n\nHere's a tale: back in the war, at Kasserine Pass, I got a raging hard-on while laying in a shell-scrape. There wasn't a damned reason for it. The Tenth Panzer Division was bearing down on us. I was scared shitless, deaf from the noise, and I didn't exactly have a thing for Field Marshal Rommel. But I got as hard as a stud horse, and it felt like something was pulling me by my dick out of the scrape. So I rolled over and scrambled out. Three seconds later, a panzer roared at full speed right over where I'd been lying, a giant steel monster with a Balkenkreutz on the turret. Had I stayed in the scrape, I'd have been turned to bloody jam by the track.\n\nThat wasn't the last time, either. Trusting the dick and my gut got me out of many a tight spot over the years. So, when it decided to try to fly out of my pants just then, I wasn't about to ignore it. I put down the paper, lowered my legs to the floor, and reached under the desk for the whisky bottle. The tug when I was pouring nearly caused me to spill the drink.\n\n\"Geez, boy, that bad?\" I asked the dick, but the one thing it couldn't do was talk. The fabric of my pants was tented up, and the friction on the head made me want to hump something. I gulped down the booze and slipped on my duster coat so as not to give people on the street too much of a show. It was time to head out into the city, in search of... only my dick knew what.\n\nEarly evening. Bracing cold. The air pregnant with the promise of rain. I popped my collar against the sudden gust of wind. The smells of dead leaves, gutters, a hint of petrol. Not too many others in the street. Walking opposite, they passed me by, their shoulders hunched, their eyes forward, hurrying to the next chapter of their squalid lives. I suppose, so was I. I was paying attention to the subtle movements of the dick in my pants, turning into avenues and narrow alleys, trying to keep it pointing forward. It worked like a compass needle, bending toward the left thigh, then the right, sometimes painfully, until I corrected course.\n\nTo my surprise, my dick led me to the abandoned train station, which had been replaced for some years now by a newer, shinier terminal downtown. There was something about these empty buildings, with their pre-work brickwork, that put me on edge. I moved slowly, listening for noise, but there was nothing. Just wind. The occasional creak of rusted metal. A scurrying rat or squirrel.\n\nNear an old passenger platform, I found myself facing a solid brick wall. I turned my hips both ways, but the dick insisted that this was the way to go.\n\n\"Are you having a laugh, boy?\" I asked. I was feeling irritated, like I had let myself be led around on a silly hunch, with nothing to show for it but a sore dick.\n\nReluctant to turn tail and give up, I examined the wall. The bricks were cracked in a few places. One, in particular, seemed to be jutting out slightly, leaving a gap beside it. It was covered in whitish residue, like it had been spat on repeatedly.\n\nI bent down to take a look at the gap. As I did, I felt a jolt of pleasure in my dick.\n\n\"You can't be serious,\" I groused. But that seemed to be the idea. For some reason, I felt the overwhelming need to stick my tender flesh into the unyielding, cold crevice in a brick wall. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, as they say.\n\nI opened the duster, undid my fly, and tugged the old boxers down. Then, carefully, with my cheek to the wall, I slid the dick into the gap. The misaligned brick beside it dug into my hip. I winced and hissed, but frankly, at that point, it wasn't such a bad thing to be rubbing up against something, anything at all.\n\nThe wall rumbled, then, and began to slide apart. I pulled out before it scraped me raw, and instinctively reached inside my suit jacket, where my sidearm was suspended from a leather shoulder holster.\n\n\"I wouldn't do that if I were you,\" said a female voice. The wall had opened to reveal a small room, illuminated by a battery lamp hung from the ceiling. Inside the room stood a woman, pointing a revolver squarely at my chest. Unless my magic dick decided that it also fired bullets now, she had the drop on me.\n\n\"Guess you caught me with my pants down,\" I quipped, showing her my open hands.\n\nShe glanced down, for the briefest moment, not enough for me to try anything. \"I can see that. It explains how you found me, and how you got in.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend has always been the “good girl”, even back in college. So the surprise she had in store for you at the mall was extra surprising when she lifted her skirt to reveal nothing underneath, save a thick vibrating dildo stuffed firmly within her pussy.
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"content": "\"Do you like it Master?\" Said Amy. \n\nHenry looked over his shoulder to confirm that no one else saw that. Amy had led him by the hand into a tight corridor between two outlets. They were partially hidden from view by some stacked boxes and no one had stopped to stare. Henry moved before they had the chance to notice. \n\n\"What are you doing?\" He hissed. Amy just moaned as he pulled her hands away from her skirt so that it fell down again. \n\n\"I love it when you're rough with me, Master.\" She pressed her body up against his and stared up into his eyes. His hands still gripped her wrists. \"Squeeze them tighter!\" \n\n\"Amy!\" Henry pulled away and bumped against a stack of boxes. \"What is with you? You've been acting weird ever since you got back this morning.\" \n\n\"They did something to me Master. It wasn't a spa at all.\" She closed her eyes and bit her lip, pressing her body against his again. \"This fat dildo has been teasing my cunt the whole way here Master. Take me! You can cum anywhere you like. I as so *wet* for you!\" \n\nOne week ago, Henry had dropped Amy off at the airport to go on a spa holiday with two of her girlfriends. She had been normal Amy then. The good girl who got stressed out if you wandered too close to a \"no entry\" sign. Who always drove five miles per hour below the speed limit. Who never swore and who blushed when Henry first asked if she would like him to go down on her. \n\n\"What did they do to you Amy?\" \n\nAmy whimpered. \"I can't think while I'm horny master! Please let me cum and I'll tell you *everything*.\" \n\nHenry blinked. This wasn't his girlfriend. Well it was but she had never acted anything like this before. He looked over his shoulder again, still no one had noticed anything. \"Let's go home.\" \n\n\"No!\" This time Amy grabbed him. \"We have to stay in public, they'll get me otherwise.\" \n\n\"Who Amy! Who!\" \n\nAmy just gave her boyfriend a coy smile and sauntered further down the corridor where it turned left. \"I can't help myself, Master. I need you to help me think clearly.\" \n\nShe disappeared from view and Henry strode after her. When he turned the corner she was sat on another pile of boxes. Her skirt flipped up and she was slowly fucking herself with the dildo.\n\n\"Take me Master.\" \n\nHenry nervously cast one more look and approached Amy. She pulled the dildo out and ran her tongue up its shaft. \"It isn't all bad, they taught me lots of new tricks.\" \n\nHenry stood dumbly before her so she reached out and pulled his cock out for him. She slowly jerked it until it was stiff and pulled him towards her pussy. \n\n\"*Yessssss.*\" He slid into her. Henry shivered, this wasn't him. This wasn't her. This had to be a dream. Why wasn't it a nightmare? \"Your cock is so perfect Master. They had us training on these huge dildos on machines. They hurt. You are just right.\" \n\nThey kissed, Amy's hands gripped Henry's butt and encouraged him to pump in and out. \"Amy...\" Henry sighed. \n\n\"Faster Master! We can't hide here forever.\" \n\nHenry obeyed and picked up the pace, fucking his love bareback for the first time in years. Birth control made Amy depressed, they'd used condoms. She didn't seem to care anymore. He wasn't thinking straight right now. \n\n\"Oh yes Master!\" Amy squealed. She kept one hand on his butt but put the vibrator against her clit. \n\n\"It started normal.\" She gasped into his ear. \"They gave us massages, mud baths, sauna. Then they came in the night.\" \n\nHenry closed his eyes. \n\n\"We woke up in a white room, with a TV in front of us. They played pink swirls on it, over and over. Then they trained us. We were fucked day and night. We learnt how to give the perfect blowjob. They used machines to train our holes. When we slept it was in the tightest bondage... and they only let us wear leather and latex.\" \n\n\"At first we hated it but every day we watched the swirls for a few hours and things changed. We began to like it. I love being fucked Master. I love being a slut now. We learnt how to please each other two, I didn't like girls before Master. But the swirls, they made me love boobs and cunt as much as cock. All I want is to cum and make others cum, I can only think straight when I am being fucked!\" \n\n\"But I wanted something else, I think the swirls work better on some people. Jessica and Kerry, they were totally gone. One day we were scheduled for some kind of surgery. Jessica went first. They gave her nice big tits, a fat ass and the perfect, puffy lips. Kerry went next, I was last. I am sorry I didn't become perfect for you Master but I knew if I was going to see you again this would be my last chance.\" \n\nIt was so horrible to Henry, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He thought of Amy and her friends making love together. His breath hitched and his cock twitched. \n\n\"So I used my new skills to escape. I sucked and fucked my way home to you Master! But they'll be looking for me, that's why I made us come here. They can't grab me in public. Are you close Master? Please fill me up!\" \n\nAmy's boyfriend opened his eyes and took the dildo from her. He pressed it against her clit himself and thrust even harder and deeper. \"Oh God, tell me more. What else did they make you do?\" \n\n\"So many things.\" She moaned in his ear. \"And I'll show you them all Master.\" \n\nThat did it. He groaned and buried his face in her hair as his cock shot its load deep inside her. \n\n\"Yes!\" Amy yelled, dropping to her knees to lap up every droplet still oozing from his tip. \"Thank you for using me Master. Did I do good?\" \n\n\"Yes Amy.\" Henry panted. \"You did great...\" \n\nOnce she had given his dick a complete tongue bath he put it away and looked down the corridor again. There was a man standing there who wasn't before who looked like he was trying too hard to be nonchalant. \n\n\"We need to go.\" He pulled Amy to her feet and looked for another way out. All there was was a door marked \"no entry\". It'd have to do. \"I'll keep you safe Amy.\" \n\n\"Master, you're still holding the dildo!\" \n\nHenry looked at it, it was big. It wouldn't fit in his pocket. He didn't want to just leave it for some poor worker to have to clean up, sticky with a strangers juices. So he put it back where he found it. \n\n\"Master!\" Amy's eyes went wide. She remembered Henry through the haze of lust. He would never have done that before. \n\n\"Quiet, we're getting out of here.\" \n\nLeading her by the hand they burst through the door together and ran as fast as they could."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She's so shy and soft spoken in public. As a matter of fact had she not accidentally snuck up on you, the two of you would probably have never met. Yet you didn't expect your lover to be so... insatiable in bed.
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"content": "The day we met, I knew we would be something special. I was in the college library, working, and she thought I was her twin brother -- we were wearing the same colored hat and hoody that day, before you start thinking weird things -- and she shoved me into the bookshelf. When I said, \"what the fuck?\" and turned around, she turned forty different shades of red. Honestly, though, it was a hell of a way to break the ice. The next day, at the same time, in the same place she approached me and apologized. Never made eye contact, never put her hands around in front of her. They were always clasped cutely behind her back. I told her she could make it up to me with a date. She blushed again, but before she met, those beautiful blue eyes met mine, and she left with a giggle.\n\nThe library became out meeting place. Finally, after making eyes at each other across the room for a week, and not a word since her apology, she came over to me again. We scheduled a date for that night, and we went to the dollar theater there in town -- you know how it is, college student, low budget, so on and so forth. After the movie we had Dollar Dogs at Fraulein's Schnitzel Stand, and went our separate ways. Whenever other people were around, she just didn't talk. She averted her eyes, stared at the ground, and held her left arm at the elbow with her right hand in this cute little bashful sort of way. When it was just us, though, she said a few words, but it was still quiet -- so quiet. After the movie and dinner, I walked her back to the dorms.\n\nOver the next couple of weeks, we met at the library on and off, and barely talked except when she was certain we were alone. On Fridays we would go out, catch a movie, and have hot dogs. It kind of became our thing. Texts held us over, and honestly, that was where she opened up the most. It was where she really told me things about who she was: her name was Amy, she was a pastor's daughter, aspiring chef, obviously a twin, very few friends, even fewer boyfriends in the past, and even after being pressured into celibacy by her religion, she slipped in that I made her wet every time we sat together at the theater. That should have told me more about who she was, but I suffer from missing the obvious at times.\n\nThree weeks in, and I was closing the Library on a Friday night. I was tidying up a stack of books in the basement, when I heard the bell ding upstairs. I shouted in the general direction of the staircase, \"Hey, we closed five minutes ago!\" I had already turned the sign around, so whoever it was must have been an entitled asshole. Oh, well, maybe they'll be quick. I placed a couple more books here and there and turned around to see the quiet, smiling face of Amy. She asked me if there was anyone else here, and when I said \"no\", she pushed my back up against the bookshelf and got down on her knees. I watched her unfasten my belt, then my button, then unzip my pants and pull them down to my knees. She spent an inordinate -- at least it felt like it -- amount of time teasing my cock through my underwear. So much so that the amount of precum dribbling from the tip was leaving a wet spot in my underwear. Finally, she pulled my underwear down, too, and spent a moment admiring my manhood. \"I love it,\" she said so quietly, running her hands up and down it so gently that she seemed afraid she would break it. That, I learned, was only momentary. She retracted my foreskin to reveal the glistening precum hanging at the end, and lurched to catch it as it began to drop. She made a sound like she enjoyed the taste, and confirmed it, because she spent the next five minutes milking the precum from my cock, gripping at the base and slowly pulling her hands forward, simultaneously circling the head with her tongue, under my foreskin.\n\nI may as well have been in heaven. She wasn't even remotely selfish, because one of her hands was dutifully stroking the shaft of my cock while her other hand gently cupped my balls, lightly massaging them as she stroked. She stopped only a moment to look into my eyes and say \"Cum in my mouth.\" Honestly, it was all she had to say, because right after she said it -- and I was already on the edge -- her tongue wagged under the head of my cock, firmly stimulating my frenulum, spiraling me over the edge. I don't remember the last time I had orgasmed, but when I blew my load, I knew it had to be substantial. She continued working it until every drop was collected and expended, and she cleaned me thoroughly. \n\nShe stood up and kissed me on the cheek. \"I've been wanting to do that since we met,\" she said quietly, as usual. \"How about instead of a movie and dinner, you take me back to your place and fuck me silly?\" She took my hand and shoved it down the front of her pants, begging me to feel her.\n\nI don't know if it had just been so long, but as soon as my finger felt her soaking wet pussy lips, I began to get hard again. \"Yes, okay, sure.\"\n\n\"Do you have roommates that are home?\" She asked. I nodded. She must've changed her mind, because in that moment, she grabbed my hand and led me to a table and began unfastening her pants, bending over as she pulled them down along with her panties. As her pants descended, I could see the long strings of her arousal still fastened to the flushed-red skin of her pussy. I throbbed at the sight. I needed more than just to fuck her. I let my lust take control and plunged face into her, my tongue behaving wildly as it swept from the delicate folds of her labia all the way to her pristine asshole. Her smell, her taste, everything was intoxicating, and it just further engorged my cock. She scratched at the tabletop as my tongue plunged within her, making curling motions until finally I felt what I had been going for. I felt the walls of her perfect pussy contracting around my tongue, throbbing, causing her body to seize against me. But I just kept going. Finally, she collapsed on her stomach, trying to catch her breath. I unfastened my pants, and let them fall to my ankles, crawling on top of her, kissing the exposed skin of her neck. \n\nI asked her if she was sure, she nodded her head and breathed wildly, \"God, yes,\" was he reply. Seconds later I slid inside of her, her own moisture and mine together combined to let me glide effortlessly to the very base of my cock. My initial penetration was slow and methodical, letting her feel every crease and fold as my foreskin retracted on entry, caressing her walls. By the time I reached the point I could go no further, she came again, her body convulsing violently under mine, biting her arm to stop from crying out loudly. Even here, she was quiet.\n\nI was gentle, then I was rougher. I threatened to break the table, and then I delicately thrusted. All in all, she came close to fourteen times, and I'm certain I would have come sooner had I not emptied my first load into her mouth. When the time came, she shook her head before I could even ask. \"It's safe. I'm on the pill. Just do it.\" I had no reason not to trust her and did exactly as she asked, pumping my cum inside of her.\n\nWe laid there for only a moment, resting inside of her. When she stood up, she kept a hand on her pussy, to keep my contents inside of her, and pulled her panties up to contain it. She stepped as close as she could get to me and put her head against my chest, and breathed. I ran my fingers through her hair. \"My roommates are out for the night,\" she looked up at my face and smiled, \"now, come fuck me in my dorm.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] You have the power to stop time. What, When, Who, Where?
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"content": "*I'm having a hard time seeing this not becoming a dubious/non-con story, but don't feel obligated to write that*\n\nAfter a freak lab accident, his/her body is accelerated to the speed of light. Due to relativity, everything and everyone around them looks frozen in time. They think that they're doomed to live and die alone in the span of a few minutes, but they're surprised to find clues of similar traveler in their midst: items moved out of place, wakes of motion where things should be still, etc. They're not sure, but they hope that meeting can help them both get out of this time prison."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wholesome bondage prompts
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"content": "As a slime girl, she thought she would never be able to experience bondage. Her girlfriend finds out and does some online searching. A few weeks later there's a thin airtight latex suit waiting on their doorstep. The slime girl is going to experiencing \"skin\" for the first time! \n\nI think just the suit experience could be pretty fun on it's own, but going further with restraints and toys or sensation play would be awesome as well. >!You could also turn it into a role-reversal, where the slimegirl is usually the one restraining her girlfriend!<, lots of fun takes possible!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You get paid to impregnate clients, describe your day at work.
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"content": "While on the job, I go by Edmund, so for the purposes of this story we’ll just stick to that. My days as a gigolo usually starts a particular way: plowing one of the Pak cousins in front of the others.\n\nThis routine began with a simple call to my madam, Veronica, looking for a stud willing to do bareback with a female client. While shy at first, Ha-yoon felt more comfortable around me over time. My first visit, she just had me masturbate in front of her on her bed, half-dressed so that my chest was exposed, but my pants were mostly still on and my erect cock was displayed with my zipper down. Ha-yoon would sit in a kitchen chair in front of me, with little cute mittens on and a pillow covering her mostly naked body, occasionally exposing her fuzz to me to help me stay hard.\n\nA week of this mutual, or rather performer-audience masturbation session, and Ha-yoon finally felt relaxed enough around me to want to touch me, not just watch. \n\n“Lie back.”\n\nI’m a man that’s fine with taking orders, and cowgirl is one of my preferred positions. Either partner can be active is desired, and regardless of who’s moving the guy gets a nice view. \n\nHa-yoon must have had a lot of pent up lust, because she rode me like a woman trying to keep on a mechanical bull. Feeling the need to add to this effect, I’d occasionally thrust upwards, making her buck and giggle in shock as she tried to keep steady. \n\nHaving apparently forgotten that she’d invited her 7 cousins in for lunch, Ha-yoon was tightening around me and crying out when her eldest cousin Da-eun walked in to witness her orgasm face. That, and her dismounting me with her eyes closed, exposing my piece for review covered in a mix of mine and her cousin’s fluids.\n\nThis naturally caused quite a commotion once Ha-yoon opened her eyes to see her startled cousin locking back and forth at the both of us. Quite a bit of yelling, hysteric questioning and confusion, switching between English and Korean…I left and hoped to hear a ping on the group app that I was paid for the session.\n\nAs it turns out, Da-eun was just what was needed to stir Ha-yoon to get out of her comfort zone and show more of her apparent exhibitionist side.\n\nThe following week, Veronica messaged me that Ha-yoon and requested me again. When I arrived, her 7 cousins were once again there, though now dressed in lingerie and eyeing me hungrily. Stealing my attention, Ha-yoon guided me to a peculiar low table, dressed in nothing but a bathroom robe. Shifting the bottom of her robe to the side, she made it clear that she expected me to perform in front of her family.\n\nTook me a moment to process this request, before my more “sensible” side took over.\n\nI admitably had a little trouble getting hard with all the attention, to which Ha-yoon’s cousin Jia decided to help via a fairly decent handjob, while also nibbling my nipples from time to time. Thoroughly erect, Jia slid me into her cousin, slapping my ass as if to start my engine. As such, I did begin to thrust and put on a show, while making sure to actually make sure Ha-yoon enjoyed the experience.\n\nMy release came soon than usual, partially because of the pressure from my voyeurs. Ha-yoon tightened around me like before, crying out and reaching back to grab my head and caress me. \n\nSoon after I got a ping on my gigolo app, showing that Da-eun had requested an immediate follow-up. Being considerably thicker than her cousin, Da-eun preferred to mount than be mounted, and with breasts the sizes of hers I didn’t mind being in a position to be smothered by her.\n\nSo on this week in question, months later, I was following up a session with a now rounder but still active Ha-yoon and a passionate Jia when a louder ping, indicating a high-paying client, rang on my phone. An equally round Da-eun tried to hide my phone from me, but after some pleading, free-of-charge cunnilingus, and a little anal play with my fingers, she relented and handed me my phone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Watching mom and dad's sex tape
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"content": "Moira hadn’t expected that Dad would go out the way he did. \n\nHe exercised daily, ate healthy, never smoked, and still died of liver cancer at age sixty. \n\nShe didn’t want to have to go out to the house and clear it out. She hadn’t been back in years. But there wasn’t anyone else. After Mom’s stroke three years back, she really wasn’t well enough to deal with this, and Moira had been an only child. \n\nShe went room by room, finally tackling the bedrooms. Hers was easy enough to box up, Mom had briefly turned it into a home office. \n\nMom and Dad’s room was another story. It was as if they’d never left. The bedroom was full of clutter, books and VCR tapes piled in stacks on the floor, various pills and lotions on the dresser, and empty glasses of water by the bedside table. In front of the bed was the old TV and VCR circa 1987. They’d kept the LCD in the living room, but Dad said this one worked just fine. Clothes strewn on the bed, Dad always said he’d put them away later. As she sorted out items to throw, and others to donate, she quickly placed the boxes by the door. As she was working through the stacks on the floor, she noticed among Cannonball Run and Heat were a few home movies. Moira smiled. Perhaps it would be nice to watch a few, remember the old days. \n\nShe quickly opened the clear plastic clamshell dated “Cabo, ‘85” and turned on the television, fiddling with the settings until the VCR started to work again. \n\nThe static started to form a picture as the tape began to role. Sure enough, it was Dad. He was much younger, his hair a large mass of brown curls in a perm. His face was long and chiseled, his eyes the brightest shade of blue she’d ever seen. Was he always this handsome? \n\nHe smiled into the camera. “We’re rolling.”\n\n“Hurry up, Mike!”\n\nMoira blinked. The woman’s voice sounded like her mom. She was a beautiful, lithe woman with a slender figure and big 80’s curls in the brassiest blonde. Her hazel eyes were wide as the camera turned to her, showing she was only in a black lace teddy negligee that barely covered her breasts, and ruffles along the waist. \n\n“C’mon Deb, Why don’t you give the camera a twirl?” Moira could her father - *Mike*, tease. \n\nMom, - *Deb*, rolled her eyes. “Are we really doing this?” She asked.\n\n“Well, it’s a beautiful night, and I’m here with a beautiful woman, why not?”\n\nDeb smirked. “I can do you one better.”\n\nShe stood up on the bed, and seductively started to dance, moving her hips and arms slowly and sensually to music that was playing in the distance. She turned her back to him, her head turned to the camera as she pulled own the strap of her teddy on her left shoulder, esposing the pale skin. She pulled down the strap on the right side, and peeled off the garment. She shimmied her hips as it slid to the floor, Mike giving a whoop as she kicked it off her leg, her firm bottom fully visible- Venus dimples and all. Debby turned forward, revealing her curvy but toned nude body. She jumped on the bed, throwing a pillow at her husband holding the camera. \n\n“Do I have to do all the work? Get over here!” \n\nMoira wondered if she should turn the tape off, but she found herself transfixed. This was when her parents were so young, and so happy. \n\nMike laughed offscreen, and the view shifted lower as it looked like the camera was placed on the dresser. He ran over to his wife, jumping onto the bed and pinning her down. She laughed, playfully smacking him. It seems Mike has already undressed, and hard. Moira was surprised he had a pretty decent sized package. Lucky Deb.\n\n“I swear Mike, you don’t know how to treat a lady.” Deb declared.\n\n“I don’t see any ladies here,” Mike chuckled. Deb snorted.\n\nThey looked into each other’s eyes, saying nothing until she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and kissed him. Mike kissed back, his hands grabbing her breasts as she gave a muffled moan. He placed his mouth around her nipples, nibbling them as she rubbed herself. She motioned his head downward, and he nodded.\n\nMoira couldn’t see what he was doing, his curly hair blocked the view of his face, but Deb closed her eyes, her mouth open in pleasure as she gripped the sheets. She lifted her legs up higher as Mike’s hands held onto her thighs. “Oh, yes, Mike. Right there. Don’t stop.”\n\nMike continued, stopping momentarily to breathe, and using his fingers. \n\nDeb moaned, “I’m close.”\n\n“Not yet,” Mike admonished. He stopped.\n\nDeb pouted. “Oh, come on!” She panted, lowering her legs and lifting herself up. \n\n“Get on top of me,” Mike grinned. “Let’s make this interesting, whoever finishes first gets to pick what we do tomorrow.”\n\nDeb’s eyes flashed wickedly. “Even if that means we go to that club I keep hearing about?”\n\nMike frowned. “I thought you’d want to go swimming with dolphins.”\n\n“Who needs dolphins when you’re invited to the most exclusive nightclub in Cabo?” Deb giggled. “But if you win, we’ll see the dolphins.”\n\nShe crawled toward him on all fours, then grabbed his shaft, rubbing it with her hand as she licked across the side, then onto the tip. She played with his member, watching as he enjoyed himself. With his back against the headboard, Deb climbed on top of Mike, slowly placing herself onto his cock as he faced her. \n\nHe gave a grunt. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”\n\nDeb bit her lip playfully and slowly rode him. Their breathing slowed as they grinded together. Soon, Deb’s pace quickened as she straddled him, gripping his hair in one hand. \n\n“Oh, fuck, yes Deb.”\n\nDeb moved faster, her hips gyrating as she gained full control. Her breasts bouncing as Mike buried his face in them.\n\n“That’s right Mike. Who’s the boss here?” Deb murmured.\n\n“You are,” Mike whimpered. \n\nDeb stopped and turned around to face reverse cowgirl. She fondled Mike’s balls, gripping them tightly as he yelped. “That’s right. I’m in charge here, you’re my bitch, say it.” She resumed riding him.\n\n“I’m your bitch, ugh...Debby.” Mike’s eyes were closed as he since as she held them tighter in her hand. \n\n“And we’re going to that club tomorrow, and you’re gonna watch me dance with as many guys as I want.” Her movements were fluid and precise, up and down as the sloshing sounds increased. She moved all the way down his shaft, then back up. Her hands still tightly clasped around his balls as she firmly squeezed them. Mike sucked in the air.\n\n“Alright, we’ll go. Oh, fuck Debby...”\n\nDeb slowed down, turning her head to face him, she moved her free hand back up his torso, running her finger over his nipple, giving it a pinch. “And we’re gonna take one home.” She squeezed again, this time he moan. “And you’re going to watch.”\n \n“Fuck you, Debby.”\n\n“I’m not letting you finish til you say yes.” Deb smirked turning back to face him. She continued to ride, but her pace had slowed. \n\nShe teased him for a few more minutes until he relented. \n\n“Yes, yes, ok! You win.” \n\nDebby smirked, giving into his demands until she heard him give a guttural moan of pleasure, his body falling limp. She dismounted, and crawled next to him, wrapping her arms around him. She gently kissed him. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?”\n\n“You’re the worst, you know that?” Mike grumbled.\n\n“That’s why you love me,” Debby smiled, snuggling into his chest. \n\nThe tape continued to play, but it showed them sleeping. The sound of the waves breaking at the shore matching their snores. Moira felt like she’d seen enough, and got up to turn it off. She ejected the tape, staring at it, warm in her hands. It was her responsibility to throw it away and forget she ever saw anything. But this was the last piece of both her parents as they were.\n\nShe stuffed it in her handbag and continued cleaning. Maybe she’d keep the VCR too. Who knew if they had any other tapes?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “You know what you need? Confidence! Not just any confidence, Sexual Confidence. Here I’ll give you my Succubus powers and some clothes to borrow for the day. I’ll take your place for the day, so don’t worry about it. Now go get out there and discover how sexy you can really be!”
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"content": "*As always, sorry if this sucks.*\n\nThey say waking up with a succubus on you is an experience unlike any other, huh? Well, try sharing a flat with one.\n\nI don't know how Bee talked me into this, but on a rather lazy Sunday, I found myself waking up on her legendarily uncomfortable bed. It was like a slab of granite. Despite that, I felt well-rested.\n\n\"Fuck, why did I agree to this? I just wanted to enjoy my day off.\" I mumbled as I wiped the sleep from my now red eyes.\n\nBee's proportions were taking some getting used to. I planted my feet way too hard on the ground and bruised the sole of my foot. My hand brushed my now much larger tit as I reached up to get a handle on my shorter black hair. Her body is really sensitive; that brush alone caused me to jump.\n\n\"Good morning sleepyhead!\" Chimed the overly cheery Bee as she entered her room. I gasped with amazement. She looked like a perfect copy of me, save for slightly redder Irises.\n\n\"I gotta say Liz, this body of yours is a pain. How do you live with this much hair?!\" I like my hair shoulder-length, so sue me.\n\n\"Remind me again of why we're doing this Bee.\" I crossed my arms, accidentally brushing my new tits again. This is going to take some work.\n\nShe ran over and gave me a hug-tackle from the side. \"Because, my dear Liz, no friend of mine should think they're not sexy, no matter how many asshole Exs tell them they look like a boyish librarian.\"\n\n\"I was just confiding in you. Human girls like vent sometimes.\" Demons never seemed to understand that not every gripe is one that needs solving.\n\nShe let me go, still looking at me like nothing was going to ruin this day \"Well... We're already here Lizzy, my dear. You're going to have to be me for the day.\"\n\nI sighed and went to my much messier room to check my emails. \"Fuck!\" I shouted when I realized that my boss, again, scheduled a meeting with some high-stakes clients for Sunday afternoon without telling me.\n\n\"I can't go to this looking like a succubus. One of them is crazy superstitious.\" My hands covered my face in frustration. Ain't it funny how life events always daisy-chain to be a mess?\n\nBee put her hands on my shoulders. \"Not A worry big Liz! I can sweet talk some clients for you. Although...\"\n\nGuys if you are reading this, heed my sage wisdom. Never take help from demons... or bouncy extroverted roommates.\n\n\"Well I have to pull a double Liz, so if I have to pretend to be you, I need someone to pretend to be me.\"\n\nI slid back. \"Bee, I don't even know what succubi do besides lay on top of sleep paralyzed people.\"\n\nShe made a dismissive gesture. \"Oh, it's easy peasy, mac n cheesy. You basically cheerleader impulsive decisions and do whatever my boss Cyrus tells you.\"\n\nI thought about it for a moment. We really couldn't lose this client, and I could use a break from ass-kissing to try something new.\n\n\"And besides\" She continued. \"You get to use magic. Not many humans can say they get a shot at that.\" I nodded hesitantly.\n\n\"YAY!\" She beamed. \"Ok, I'll leave some work clothes on my bed for you for after your shower.\"\n\nAs I showered I explored Bee's body with some curiosity. In the years I've known her she'd always been fairly open, both in terms of living and sex, but I never really got a chance to look at the fine details. Her reddish skin was pleasantly flush, and her hair was surprisingly cooperative (lucky her). I noted her teeth were sharper, with some fangs destined to give me issues if I wasn't careful. With great surprise, I discovered that brushing her tail elicited some sexual excitement.\n\nOn her bed was her promised work clothes, and I froze in embarrassment. My options were a thong and heart-shaped pasties, black silk lingerie, or a maid outfit that was two sizes too small for her body.\n\n\"Uh, Bee\" I called to her in my room.\n\n\"I don't think these will work.\"\n\n\"Tell me about it!\" She replied. \"Why don't any of your dresses have pockets?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Yor new roommate comes up to you squirming nervously "you know how most people can't tickle themselves, for me masturbation is like that... I can't cum unless someone else is doing it and I'm a bit pent up. I've already gotten myself to the edge I just need a little bit of help"
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"content": "sorry this is a bit on the short side. \n\n\\----------------------------------------------------\n\n \"you know how most people can't tickle themselves, for me masturbation is like that... I can't cum unless someone else is doing it and I'm a bit pent up. I've already gotten myself to the edge I just need a little bit of help\" said my friend \n \n\nwe’ve known each other for the better part of 2 decades. But this is the first time she’s done something like this. \n \n\n“sure, but why did you decide to do it in my bed” I asked. Knowing she’d probably want to get her brains fucked out\n\n“I..I want you to do it this time” she said between her moans and pants as she laid there in the nude, pumping her fingers in her pussy, spreading it for me to get a view. \n \n\nMan, she really is a nympho. Every other boy in high school and now she finally set her sights on me. Maybe I should drag this out as a bit of pay back. \n \n\nGetting on my bed with her I moved her light frame so I could eat her out. But instead of just diving in and ending it in a matter of seconds I decided to be very slow and methodical to try and drive her mad \n \n\n“f.fuck. Let me cum you idiot” she complained at my actions wanting the instant relief, not today. \n \n\nSmirking at the moans and complaints I kept the pace. Keeping her a hairs width from orgasm the entire time. This carried on for what felt like hours. \n \n\n“Please let me cum, I..I’ll do anything if you do.” She pleaded trying to wriggle her body from my grasp. \n \n\n“Anything?” I inquired removing my tongue to look up and talk, earning a nod from the desperate girl \n \n\n“Then don't ask others to do this for you. Only I should make you cum ok?” I demanded, to which she agreed with a soft nod. \n \n\nWith that, I got back to work pushing my tongue all the way in vigorously stirring up her pussy as much as I could. My fingers pinching her clit, earning a loud moan and her long awaited release. Spraying her love juice all over my hand and face. \n \n\nPulling away I saw her body passed out and twitching in ecstasy, I may have went too far. But she deserved it"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] She got kinda used to her work in a novelty café where the waitresses had to endure light humiliation until the tourists showed up.
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"content": "An middle aged woman grabbed me and pulled me into her lap hard. I did not resist, as it was my job not to. Though this was a free use restaurant, it seemed only the boldest of customers would give me more than a passing spank. It was even more surprising that it was a woman holding on to me. She unstraps my bra, taking it off and leaving me topless. A man directly across from me pulls out a camcorder, while a man diagonally across reaches over and attaches two of the wooden clamps that are used to hold down the table-cloth onto my nipples. I can't help but gasp in shock, which the group only takes as more encouragement.\n\nThe man who clamped me starts reading his order off the menu, which I am forced too write down, forgetting orders gets your tied up naked in the middle of the restaurant. The man grins nastily as I catch the lady's husband pulling a bottle from the condiment area. Dutifully writing down the man's very long and very complicated order, I see the husband with the bottle, squirting cold mayo on the inside of the cups. Stuff like this was the worst, as I was in charge of buying/repairing uniforms for this job. I see a coworker staring in horror, this new girl doesn't seem like she will last very long. What neither of us know is that her gaping mouth is noticed by quite a few patrons. \n\nAs soon as I finish taking everyone else's orders, I am pulled back again into the heavier woman's lap. A warm and smelly tongue runs up my neck, sliding up my cheek before violating my ear, getting a small moan out of me. The clamps are removed and the cups of the bra are places on my chest, causing me to instantly yelp. Fastened behind my back, mayo oozes out of my bra, some getting in my cleavage and some running down my stomach. As a big glob passes my bellybutton, the lady pulls open the front of what little panties I have, allowing it to slide on in. I look at the camera and blush, knowing some day this video will come back to bite me. The lady gives the other side of my face the same tongue treatment, before turning my head around to face her. I groan as I am forcibly frenched, as eight hands wander around my body for several minutes.\n\nWalking back to the kitchen give the orders, before heading back to the locker room. I have a spare uniform, but I gotta hope people treat it nicer than the last one. I can't help but notice I feel like an annoyed secretary rather than someone who just got abused and humiliated, honestly at this point it's just another job for me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You saw a symbol in an old book, and thought it would make a great tattoo. You have now become fused with a Succubus.
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"content": "“I just think it looks cool,” I said, blushing a bit when the tattoo artist asked if there was anything special about the symbol he was going to carve into my skin.\n\nThat was really the just of it. It looked old, very occult-looking. But of course it would be old. The book in which I’d found the symbol was bound in a coarse, black leather with what looked to be an eye sewn into its face in gold thread. The pages were yellow and emitted a sweet-sour smell into the air. The words were in a language that used only symbols. Dust flew into the air, dramatically, as I pulled it from its hidden place on the bookshelf in the basement of the city archives.\n\n“It does look pretty cool,” the artist, Jim, said swabbing my wrist. “This is your first?” He asked.\n\n“Yup. Just had my eighteenth and I’m going off to university in a few weeks. I figured it would be an opportunity to reinvent myself.”\n\n“Well, I’ll be as gentle as possible.”\n\nThe needle buzzed to life. It hurt, but I was expecting worse. I watched him, hunched over, swabbing and inking my wrist. The hand not holding the needle was steadying my wrist. It looked massive next to my skinny arm. His forearm bulged with dark blue veins peaking in and out beneath some of his own ink: something that looked like a chain-link cascading up his left arm, the face of a lion covering the upper third of his right. I could see that there were some more tattoos on his torso from the glimpse his deep v-neck gave. He had longish, dirty blonde hair that he held back in a little bun. Normally it wasn’t a look I liked, but on him it worked. \n\nWe chatted some more. He asked what I was studying in school. I told him undeclared at the moment, but I was thinking about studying law somewhere down the line. He told me he went to art school and then worked some restaurant jobs before he was able to scrape money together to open up his own shop. \n\n“And we are done,” he said about an hour later. “It looks pretty good.”\n\nI looked down at my wrist. The skin around the symbol was red. He was about to put some covering on it when the light bulbs in the store exploded. \n\nAll of them.\n\nAt once. \n\nI let out a startled squeak. \n\n“That was...odd...” he said, getting to his feet.\n\nThe needle in his hand buzzed to life again, but was revolving much faster than it had before. A smell like hair burning filled the air. The needle began to smoke. \n\nJim tossed it to the floor, where it jerked around wildly. He had just been about to say something before a circle of fire surrounded me. His eyes went wide and he fell back onto the floor, crawling backwards to escape the heat. \n\nI couldn’t move. My body was flung into the hair by some powerful, invisible hand. My limbs hung limp. I tried to scream, but the sound never reached my lips. The concrete floor opened up with a deafening *crack*, devouring the chair I was sitting on, dragging the needle and various other tools into its depths. From inside the black maw rose an angry looking red cloud of smoke. It circled around me several times before finally entering my mouth. Tears fell from my eyes down onto my cheeks. My body convulsed. Spit was flying out of my mouth in every direction. I tasted something foamy on my lips.\n\nThen my whole body went numb. I could still hear and see, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even feel the weight of myself, or the ground as I slowly descended back onto the floor, which had closed up the hole which miraculously appeared. I had just ceased to be a physical being, apparently, merely looking about my surroundings, an audience member watching this horror freak show unfold. \n\nI was standing over Jim. I walked *through* the flames, which were still formed in a circle around where Jim had been working just minutes before. My head looked down on him, cowering there. A laugh escaped my lips. It wasn’t anything like my laugh. It was a cruel, mocking sound. \n\nMy body flew into the air, pouncing the artist like a tigress going in for the kill."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Its not uncommon to have a kemonomi or two in your life around these parts. But this guy has a whole dog-girl sled team....
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"content": "Disclaimer: This is my first time posting here.\n\n---\n\nIt had been a particularly harsh stretch of winter in the area. Today was no exception, and it was clear Mother Nature did not take kindly to some random groundhog's declaration of an early spring.\n\nThat meant longer hours at work. It doesn't matter how much snow falls, people still have places to be and the streets need to be clear. And for Grant, that meant a lot of extra time behind the wheel of a plow. His body throbbed slightly as he pulled into the driveway over the freshly packed slush. Nothing like a hard day's work, he'd mused ironically.\n\nBut alas, he was home and finally able to rest after a long week. The curtains were drawn for the most part, but as he cut the truck's engine off he could spy a familiar face ducking back under the cloth from one window.\n\n*Hmm, typically during a snowstorm they love to look outside.*\n\nIt had surprised him earlier that none of them had tried to meet him along his route. While he couldn't spend the time stopping the truck for every little interruption, such affection was truly underrated.\n\nAs he opened the door, Grant was greeted by heat, sound, and the lovely scents he come to love.\n\n\"*He's home!*\" The voices greeted at once.\n\nGrant barely got the door locked as a pair of his roommates knocked him to the floor. It seems other things had been prepared for him in his absence, as they finished rolling around. Nsia straddled his chest, her massive breasts heaving with excitement as she slid herself up to his face.\n\n\"We've been waiting on you all day, birthday boy.\" She shamelessly flirted now. Grant realized the obvious, and for a moment blushed openly at the fact he'd forgotten. Past a certain age, such anniversaries had taken a backseat to work and the bills it paid.\n\nHe'd missed the sound of his zipper sliding down. Below, Silvi had already taken his cock into her mouth. While he was still only half soft, she'd quietly begun the task of sucking him to completion. Both of their nude bodies glistened under the soft lamp glow, a perfect curvy marriage of lithe muscle and fat. And Nsia had no problem with Grant sliding his tongue into her as she moved to his face.\n\nBut she quickly withdrew and dragged Silvi free from her latest oral fixation. The pair swapped tongue in a quick kiss, if only to share each other's tastes.\n\n\"Let's not spoil things.\" Nsia plied, \"Get him undressed. We shouldn't keep the others waiting? Should we?\"\n\nSilvi simply smiled and brushed her ivory strands away from her face. She was busy rubbing her pussy in preparation. And Grant felt himself grow rock hard. They were in heat he realized, and he was suddenly the \"all-you-could-eat buffet\".\n\n\n\"I heard that!\" Someone shouted from the back of the house now. \"Get back here before we burn the place down!\"\n\nGrant always had to laugh at Inga's anger. She never meant what she said. But as the leader of the sled team, the others understood their place and they loved her all the same. She and Kanti both dripped arousal as they turned to see the others join them.\n\nWhile there was a cake on the counter, Silvi and Nsia both were fixated on Grant's cock, taking turns to kiss and stroke him.\n\n\"Okay, down. C'mon now. Down.\" He interrupted. He gently pushed both heads of silver and grey down for a second and made sure to kiss Inga first. Before immediately switching to Kanti as she finished lapping some icing off herself.\n\n\"Mmm, we've missed you.\" Inga cooed happily.\n\n\"I missed *all of you*.\" He promised to everyone as he randomly inspected the cake. \n\nWhile it was a little lopsided and a bit uneven, it was huge, and it smelled delightful. But, the cake wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind.\n\n\"So...\" Grant finally asked. \"Who wants to go first?\"\n\nSilvi and Nsia both had returned to sucking him, while Kanti laid herself on his face in their place. Her mocha skin drawing him to paw her tits this time, greedily clutching as much in each hand as possible.\n\nBut the sensation was short lived as Inga hoisted Kanti over a shoulder and dropped onto his stomach. He was used to this sort of thing however, and he relished the impact of their combined weight. That was Inga's thing: winding him seemed to her like an easy way to get him to submit.\n\nHowever that only tended to result in her getting fucked. Which was exactly how things were going to go down. She only realized this as he pinned the pair of them, focused on her, and shoved all eight inches home.\n\n\"Hope you enjoyed your presents.\" She panted. She gave a set of lovely moans as he got situated and began rocking steadily inside of her. The pair locked deep into a mating press as they watched each other happily. His balls aching as they slapped her flanks.\n\n\"Oh don't worry,\" he gasped sharply as the others pushed him further into her now. \"We're giftswapping today. C'mere!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend has completed an ancient ritual. According to her , for the rest of the night her body will be possessed by an ancient sex demon. She'll be filled with insatiable lust and a massive variety of fetishes.
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"content": "Sam was sitting naked on top of a strange circle drawn in chalk. She was surrounded by vanilla scented candles, her legs crossed, head bent low, eyes closed hands relaxed on her knees.\n\n“Well, this is a great way to come home from work,” I smiled. “You should definitely make a habit of it.”\n\nHer head snapped up and her eyes opened, revealing two lovely pools of blue. Her plump lips curved into a smile and she got to her feet. Her large, teardrop breasts swayed ever so slightly. Her nipples were erect. \n\n“Greetings, mortal,” she said. Her voice had a strange, but sexy rasp to it. Very throaty, but seductive. “Now that you have arrived, we can proceed with mating for the purposes of pleasure.”\n\nI smirked. “What’s all this?”\n\n“Your wife wished to alter the way in which the two of you engage in intercourse. So she summoned me for the night to aid you in the endeavour.”\n\n“Summoned you, eh?” I said, loosening my tie. “That make you a demon?”\n\nShe looked offended. “I am not *a* demon, mortal. I am *the* demon. I am the insatiable Elspeth, Queen of Lust, Empress of Pleasure. You will speak to me with respect and marvel at my prowess.”\n\nShe stamped her foot on the floor. She looked adorable, with that serious look in her face. She was barely 5’4, but she was trying to carry herself as if she was a giant.\n\n“I apologize, Empress Elspeth. I meant no disrespect.”\n\nShe seemed placated by that. “Good. Now, your wife has loaned me her supple form for only the evening. We have much to do, so, please, tell me how I may pleasure you.”\n\nHad to admire the girl’s commitment to a bit. But hey, she was naked, I was getting hot and bothered. Dinner could wait. Why not?\n\n“Well, that depends on what’s on the table,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt. \n\n“Everything,” she said. “There are no limits.”\n\nI paused at the third button. She couldn’t be serious. This had to be a joke. Or a trick. \n\n“Everything?” I repeated.\n\n“Yes. It is the best way to ensure maximum pleasure,” she said. “But I warn you, this will not be an easy task for you to complete. I am not easily pleased. It is my curse.”\n\n“Alright. How about a blowjob?”\n\n“Oral pleasure,” she nodded. “Remove yours trousers.”\n\nI stifled a laugh. *Trousers?* \n\n“Why are you standing there,” she said, impatiently. “Remove yourself genitals so I may pleasure you with your wife’s mouth.”\n\nI undid my belt and removed my pants and boxers. My prick hung out, semi-hard. I took off my shirt and stood before her, completely naked. \n\nShe gave me the once over and nodded, approvingly.\n\n“You are handsome for a mortal,” she observed. “But the semi-flaccid state of your phallus is unacceptable. We must correct this.”\n\nSam got on her knees and grabbed the of base of my penis. Then, as if remembering something, said, “We require lubricant.”\n\n“I’ll go get some,” I said, about to get up.\n\n“Never mind. This will have to do.”\n\nShe spat onto her hand and mixed the saliva between her dainty fingers. She then grabbed my shaft and stroked it. She looked confused for a moment.\n\n“What have you done to your penis, mortal?”\n\n“What do you mean?”\n\nShe stopped her hand at the head. “The tip is lacking foreskin.”\n\n“Well, yea,” I said. “That’s what circumcision is.”\n\nHer mouth dropped in surprise. “You have mutilated yourself,” she said in an awed tone. “I did not expect a mortal to be so tolerant of pain.”\n\n“Well, I was a baby when it happened,” I said. “But I mean, it still hurt...”\n\n“Interesting,” she said, poking the head of the penis. “I am learning much already.”\n\nShe took me into her mouth. I shivered in pleasure as she teased the head with her moist tongue. Her hand gently squeezed my balls. She bobbed her head up and down, hand still stroking the shaft of my penis. She then tried to take me deeper, but choked.\n\nShe came up, spluttering. \n\nShe made a second attempt, but she choked again. \n\n“You are too large to take so deep,” she said, gasping for breath. “Your wife’s gag reflex is too sensitive. This body is inadequate.”\n\n“No, babe. You tried,” I said, appreciatively. “Keep going, you’re doing great!”\n\n“Never mind,” she said. “I just need to be more conscious of this body’s limits. I must work instead with its strengths.”\n\nSam then grabbed her breasts and placed by cock between them. She spat on her chest and began to vigorously stroke me off that way.\n\n“Your wife’s mammaries are impressive.”\n\nThe weird script she had been working off of, the raspy voice, was really turning me on. Sam never talked about how hot she was. It was refreshing to hear her do it. \n\n“Oh, babe. I’m going to cum,” I groaned. \n\n“Oh, you are close. Would you like to finish in your wife’s mouth?”\n\nI stared at her. That wasn’t something she ever did. She said she had tried it before with an ex, and it tasted awful. \n\n“You’re serious?” I asked.\n\n“Yes. I told you, everything is on the table.”\n\n“Alright, go for it...”\n\nShe took me in her mouth again, bobbing her head like mad. I felt my penis twitching inside of her. She swallowed it all. When she came back up for air she said, “you need to alter your diet. Your seed tastes terrible.”\n\n“Well, we never do that,” I said. “I didn’t think I had to.”\n\n“Yes. Your wife was disgusted the entire time,” Sam admitted. “But she knew my terms when she summoned me. I will get you erect again and we may proceed.”\n\nShe climbed onto the bed and lay on her side. \n\n“How would you like to take your wife, mortal?”\n\nI hesitated for a split second before I said, “how about anal?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman can steal cup sizes from other woman after groping their breasts.
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"content": "Gretchen found herself home for the third weekend in a row to study for an extremely important final. She’d just changed out of her work clothes and into sweat pants and a tube top. She sat, cross legged on her bed, and just turned to the fourth chapter in her *Basic Human Anatomy* textbook when her roommate, Nadia knocked one the door.\n\n“Hey, roomie,” she said, smiling. “I was wondering if you could do me a favour?”\n\nGretchen sighed. She already knew what the favour would be. It was the same favour she had asked for every weekend since they first met. \n\nSee, Gretchen was gifted with a large chest. Ever since she hit puberty, they just kept expanding. She had to wear two sports bras to run comfortably. She didn’t mind them most days, but the staring could be rather annoying when she was just trying to raise her hand, or stretch, or just move.\n\nThen Gretchen met Nadia, an attractive girl, Asian. She was petite, with jet black hair. Nadia seemed drawn to Gretchen from the first day they met. It was at a party. Gretchen wore a dress that showed off her generous cleavage—one of the few times she was willing to do so. She and Nadia hung out more frequently after that. Next thing Gretchen knew, they moved in together. \n\nNadia turned out to be something of a party animal. She was always bringing guys over for a good time. It didn’t really start affecting Gretchen until one particular night, very much like tonight, when Nadia knocked on Gretchen’s door and said, “Can you do me a favour?”\n\nTonight, Gretchen slammed her book shut. “Uh uh. No way. This is the third weekend in a row. I’m putting my foot down. I’m going to Starbucks to study.”\n\n“Oh, come on!” Nadia begged. “It’s not like you’re using them. Meanwhile, Travis is coming by and...well, I met him on tinder...”\n\n“I can’t believe you,” Gretchen said, shaking her head. “You still have that picture up?”\n\n“It gets a lot of traffic,” Nadia said. “It’s simple marketing. Guys aren’t used to seeing an Asian with tits like yours. C’mon! You lend me your tits for the weekend and you can go out to study and not have guys oggle you.”\n\n“Why don’t you just find someone else?” I asked. \n\n“Because I don’t trust anyone with my secret,” Nadia said. “Imagine what the government would do if they found out what I could do?”\n\nI raised an eyebrow. “What would the government do with you knowing you can just switch breasts with other girls?”\n\n“I don’t know. You know how those guys are. They’re always up to shifty, devious shit. C’mon. Help a girl out. I already promised Travis he could titfuck me. There’s no way I could do it with these.”\n\nShe lifted her shirt, revealing a pair of perky A cup breasts. \n\n“That’s what you get for putting up that picture on Tinder. It’s never going to end, is it? You’re just going to keep asking me until I just give in and let you keep them.”\n\n“I wasn’t planning on that,” Nadia said. “But now that you mention it, you’re right. It’s tedious. So how about this. You give me your tits permanently, and I’ll give you 10,000 dollars.”\n\n“You’re kidding me,” Gretchen laughed. \n\n“This way, you get peace of mind, and I get a nice set of boobs to enjoy. Win-win.”\n\n“Where did you get $10,000?” I demanded.\n\n“I saved it up,” Nadia answered. “Mostly by showing your boobs on snap chat...Which is another reason I want them.”\n\nGretchen thought it over. $10,000 was some serious cash. It could help with the rent. It could help with her student debt. And Gretchen would be able to walk around with out back ache. \n\n“50,000, and you’ve got a deal.” Gretchen said.\n\nNadia laughed. “No way!”\n\n“So you *do* have the money.”\n\n“Well...yes. But...”\n\n“And these,” she said placing her hands under her chest, “got you that money?”\n\n“They did...Mostly. Some of the pictures are of stuff that I grew myself.”\n\n“Which means they’re valuable.”\n\nNadia nodded, reluctantly.\n\n“Well, I’m not parting with them for less than $50,000. Take it or leave it.”\n\n“Alright, alright. I’ll transfer the money over. But we’ve got a deal.”\n\nGretchen sighed and pulled off her tube top. Nadia took off her top as well and walked up to Gretchen, placing both hands on Gretchen’s breast. Nadia’s hands glowed bright white, spreading warmth throughout Gretchen’s chest. Nadia began groping her roommate’s buxom chest, kneading them with her thumbs, massaging them, pinching the nipples until the two glorious mounds began to shrink inward. \n\nThe remarkable thing about Nadia’s strange power was that it didn’t just exchange size, but shape and perkiness. Gretchen’s breasts deflated slowly, going down from DDD to C, then B, and finally an A cup. What were once two weighty mountains became tiny hills on the valley that was Gretchen’s torso. They had a sort of torpedo shape to them. \n\nAt the same time, Nadia’s breasts ballooned outward, taking on a teardrop shape. Her nipples lightened to a rosy pink, while Gretchen’s became a darker brown. Nadia’s nipples moved closer to the centre of her chest, while Gretchen’s moved outward, poking out further than they used to.\n\nNadia’s hands rushed to her new endowments. “Worth it! You won’t be sorry.”\n\nNadia then left Gretchen to study, closing the door behind her. Meanwhile, Gretchen went to her bathroom and filled up the tub. She smiled to herself. She’d gotten $50,000 dollars and lost a tremendous amount of back pain, but also gained a pair of the most sensitive breasts. Gretchen’s breasts were impressive size wise, but she couldn’t climax from nipple stimulation alone like she could with Nadia’s. \n\n“That girl needs to learn how to negotiate,” Gretchen said; settling into the tub, massaging her new breasts in the tub. Her dark brown nipples perked up at her touch. \n\n“Maybe I should have majored in business?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He was pretty sure he was 100% straight.. Until a taller male coworker called him a "good boy"
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"content": "I flinched, mind reeling at the words he spoke, entire body stiffening. I stared over at him, eyebrow raised, as he began to sort through the files I gave him. When the manager finally looked back up at me, I saw it click in his eyes.\n\n\"Wait, did I just... Ohhhhhhhhhh, I uh...\" He began to stumble over his words, stammering as he tried to comprehend the situation, \"Whoops... M-My bad\". He was covering it with laughter, but any idiot could tell from the bright red glow on his cheeks that he was deeply embarrassed from accidentally praising me as \"A Good Boy\".\n\nWith a brief agreement not to mention this to anyone, I left the room and sat back down at my desk, subtly shifting myself to hide my erection. It was easy enough with my short, girlish frame - just a few hands in the pocket and gently lifted belts later and no one could quite tell what I was hiding. I shook my head, letting my neck length blonde hair swish around for a moment as I tried to banish the thoughts from my mind. Still though, the situation just never left my head\n\n*I stepped into the managers office. He was a fairly tall, conventionally handsome man, equal parts forgiving and kind. Just about everyone in the office respected him, myself included. I had stepped in to give him a fully compiled financial report, perhaps slightly overdue, along with a brief apology regarding my tardiness. He waved his hand and dismissed my apology, choosing instead to praise the quality of my work rather than the adherence to schedule. It was as he was giving me my next assignment, following my genuine smiling acceptance, that he slipped and called me a Good Boy*\n\nI shook my head once more, groaning, before plugging my headphones in and clicking Play on one of my spotify playlists. As intrusive as they were, no thought can match the pure, brain cleansing might of Fear Factory. I smiled, bobbing my head and silently singing the lyrics of Ressurection, while slowly beginning to type out the next report\n\n÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷\n\nOver the next month, my work life has been odd. Meetings with the manager became shorter, and the air was positively soaked in something that made me shiver whenever I was around him. That being said, he began to favour me with special assignments, praising me on the quality of my work more and more. More recently however, I had been asked into an \"Informal Meeting\" with the manager.\n\n\"You called for me, sir?\" I asked as I peeked into the office. He glanced up from his computer, flashing a greeting smile before standing up.\n\n\"Hey Savin, take a seat will you?\" He gestured forward, stepping away towards a kettle and drink cabinet, \"Do you drink?\"\n\n\"No, sir, I don't\"\n\n\"Shame\", he chuckled, \"Would you like some Tea? Coffee?\"\n\n\"I guess uh... If you're offering, Tea please\"\n\nHe nodded, taking out a mug and setting a teabag inside, wrapping the string around the handle. As the electric kettle clicked on, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and set it down back on his desk\n\n\"Can I ask what this meeting's for, sir?\" I asked, careful to maintain a professional posture\n\n\"Relax, will you?\" He waved his hand with a smile, \"I called you here to talk about your performance, and how exceptional it's been\"\n\n\"Th-Thank you, sir\", I smiled nervously\n\n\"So yeah, I thought i'd reward your hard work over the past month and give you some time for an informal break\", he smiled, taking a sipp from his drink, \"Seriously, you're my go-to now, so I think you deserve some time off the record to just relax a bit\"\n\nHe stood up as the kettle clicked off, and he poured boiling water into the mug. He then returned to his desk, giving it time to brew. \n\n\"That...\" He trailed off slightly, giving a short sigh, \"I kinda wanted to clear the air of that thing last month. I wasn't paying attention, and gave you a great big freudian slip...\"\n\n\"O-Oh, yeah, I guess that was kind of embarrassing\", I nervously giggled, squeezing my legs together at the memory of the moment. \n\n\"Jesus... I went and called you a 'Good Boy'\", he chuckled, shaking his head in shame, \"No matter what I do, my dumbass brain just keeps going back to that *one* moment\"\n\nThe funny thing is, I am very straight. Straight as an arrow. Still though, at hearing him call me a Good Boy... Bang, instant... Throbbing erection that only the blessing of having my back turned to him at the time and being only a short walk back to my station managed to save me from the shame of it. The thought hung around my head like a noxious cloud for weeks... I'm not gay, I know i'm not gay, and yet...\n\n\"So uh... Yeah, if you wanna take it up with HR\", he spoke finally, barely able to meet my eyes from the shame\n\n\"N-No, it's okay\", I blurted out, interrupting him, \"I mean it was just a mistake, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah... Yeah, you're right\", he smiled, leaning back and taking another sip, \"Helluva mistake though\"\n\nAt last he stood and, at my approval, poured milk into the tea and discarded the teabag. Carrying it over, giving it to me with a smile, he sat back down and watched as I sipped some of it.\n\n\"So, on a different note...\" He glanced down at his paperwork, \"Don't suppose you have a spot in your schedule free, do you?\"\n\n\"Uhm... Friday night's open, why?\"\n\n\"Need some help setting some stuff up back home\", he sighed, \"Could use an extra set of hands, i'll make something good for dinner\"\n\n\"Yeah, okay\", I nodded with a smile, \"What time?\"\n\n\"6:30 sound good?\"\n\nI nodded\n\n\"Sweet, I'll make sure to start defrosting some chicken before I come in on friday. Curry night\"\n\nHe raised his glass, clinking it against mine with a well mannered \"Cheers\", before finishing his drink as I began to drink more of the cooled down tea"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are the next reincarnation of the Dark Lord, set out to regain control over the minions your predecessors once lead. Despite your inexperience, many of them look up to you, and some seek to become closer. Some for their own sake, others out of genuine admiration, and it's hard to tell which
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"content": "“Your highness,” Cyrus said, entering my rooms. “I imagine things are to your liking?”\n\nHe was a tall, slender man. His body was always covered in a long, billowing black cloak. His face was pale, but deceptively attractive. He was bald, but his eyebrows suggested that his hair was a chestnut brown colour. His eyes were an icy blue. The left eye had an ugly, clumsily carved scar of a pentagram. A symbol all of my servants wore.\n\nWhen he entered the room, I felt all slimy. It was impossible for him to sneak up on me. Which was good, because I didn’t entirely trust Cyrus.\n\n“Everything is fine, Cyrus,” I said, looking out over my small, gloomy kingdom. “Was there anything else?”\n\n“Well, mistress,” he said, almost spitting out the word. “I thought we would discuss your approach to the upcoming attack on the kingdom of Nar. I have some ideas, if you would be willing to indulge me.”\n\n“Won’t be necessary,” I said, turning to look up at him. He was a full foot taller than I was. I was just a hair over 5’3 and weighed maybe 105 pounds soaking wet. If he wanted to, he could choke me out and assume power for himself. But he wouldn’t dare. I saw the anger in his eye die out as quickly as it had come. Hell, I wouldn’t have noticed it at all if I wasn’t already looking for it. \n\n“Not necessary, mistress?” He repeated. “But, I am your advisor.”\n\n“Not anymore, Cyrus,” I said. “Gwendolyn is my advisor now.”\n\nHe eyed the curly haired blonde, lying naked in my bed. She too seemed surprised by this apparent promotion. She was supposed to be a concubine for the dark lord, as her mother had been during the reign of Jaspar the Terrible, and her mother before her, whose ability to please Cadmus the Despicable was, I am told, the stuff of legend. These women were little more than whores in the old days. But that was when I had been a man. \n\nHe hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “I must respectfully advise against such a decision. Gwendolyn is not experienced in such matters. She has never advised the Dark Lord before. I must implore you to reconsider.”\n\n“That’ll be all, Cyrus,” I said, climbing back to bed with Gwendolyn. “We will discuss your new duties at another date. In the mean time, please send in Fabian and Lothar. I wish to speak with them.”\n\nHe bowed low. I could not see his face, but I had a good idea of what it must look like. “Whatever mistress wishes,” he said in a laboured effort to sound obedient. “I eagerly await to hear of my new duties.”\n\nHe departed, his cloak swishing angrily behind him. \n\n“That wasn’t a good idea, my lady,” Gwendolyn said, frightfully. \n\n“See? You’re already jumping into your new role as advisor,” I smiled, fiddling with her long, blonde curls. “Why wasn’t that wise of me?”\n\nShe hesitated, blushing at my compliment. She was probably not used to praise that had nothing to do with what her body could do. \n\n“Cyrus is cunning, and quite powerful. He could make life difficult for you.”\n\n“He wouldn’t dare,” I said.\n\n“But my lady, your powers have not fully returned to you. If Cyrus so desired, he could...” she wouldn’t finish the thought.\n\n“I appreciate you looking out for me, Gwendolyn,” I said, kissing her tiny, pale hand. “And I know you must also be worried about what Cyrus could do to your family, and your friends. But you needn’t worry yourself. I will protect them all.”\n\n“There are whispers,” Gwendolyn said, desperately. “Of a secret society working against you. They are not pleased that you’ve returned as a woman.”\n\nI nodded. “Yes, the first female vessel to contain the essence of the Dark Lord. I do not see why this should make a difference. If I am who they say I am, they should love and fear me as they did when I was Golgomanth the Gargantuan, or Magnus the Malicious, or Obidiah the Odious. My powers, when they return, will convince them, regardless of what genitals I have.”\n\n“This secret society is convinced that you are not the Dark Lord,” Gwendolyn cried. “They believe that the ritual was compromised in some way. That the true vessel is still out there somewhere. What if they try to harm you?”\n\n“They will not succeed,” I said. \n\n“I cannot be your advisor!” She shouted. “I refuse. I am just your companion in pleasure. I’m just a woman!”\n\nI looked at her, sternly. “As am I, Gwendolyn. And if the others resent or fear me because of that, so much the better. It will keep them in line. They are just scared for their station. You are the only one I trust. You have no choice in the matter. You are my advisor.”\n\nThe tall, iron doors to my chamber opened, and two large, handsome men entered, anxiously.\n\n“You summoned us mistress?” Lothar said. \n\n“Yes, Lothar, close the door. I wish for you and Fabian to prove your loyalty to the Dark Lord,” I said, gesturing them closer. \n\nLothar shut the door and walked quickly to me, getting onto his knees. Fabian followed suit.\n\n“Excellent. But before we proceed, I wish for you to pleasure Gwendolyn. And I want you to treat her with every bit of care as you would show your queen.”\n\nGwendolyn turned a shade of deep crimson that extended from her face to her breast. The two men exchanged unsure glances. I looked skeptically at the scars carved in the shape of my pentagram on their left eyes. \n\nFinally, they climbed onto the bed and surrounded Gwendolyn. Lothar moving to the hairless mound between her legs; Fabian reaching for her breast. I sat on the couch across from my bed and watched, legs crossed, hand under my chin, thinking about the secret cult working against me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She lost a bet, now she has to do everything he says for a full week, so he plans to get revenge and make things very very embarrassing for her.
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"content": "The first day was, as James put it, a \"warm-up\". \n\nEliza waited patiently at her booth in the restaurant, herself secluded alone in a corner away from *most* prying eyes and the cameras scattered along the walls. In between seconds of contemplation and anxious waiting, she eyed over to the winner of the bet two tables away, who was munching on some lemon dessert, constantly keeping an eye on the loser. His attention was finally captivated entirely to Eliza when the waiter came back to her table with the bill.\n\n\"U-Umm... I'll pay for the cost of the meal with this card...\" She began, taking a deep breath of air before continuing. \"And as for the tip...\"\n\nShe eyed around the restaurant nervously for a moment, making sure that only the two people who needed to be looking at her were doing so. Then, she unzipped her bulky, red hoodie, her face flushing a deeper shade of crimson than the clothing as she pulled down the zipper, revealing absolutely nothing but a twenty dollar bill sticking out of the cleavage of her exposed breasts. She looked up to the waiter for a second, unable to make eye contact, for *his* sight was enthralled by the display reluctantly put forth by the customer. Eliza pulled the bill out from between her breasts, which shook the plump melons ever so slightly as she did it, and slid the note onto the table. She hastily zipped her hoodie back up, snapping the waiter out of his trance who promptly took the tip and didn't say another word as he left.\n\n...And she'd have to see him again to get her card back. Oh god... She looked back over to James, who simply gave her a thumbs up with a proud expression planted on his face. Eliza mouthed the words \"I hate you\" in response.\n\nBoth of them noticed the waiter walking back, with James motioning a zipper being pulled down on his own shirt. Eliza shook her head, checking to see if the waiter had arrived yet, though he was walking oddly slowly to the table. Their expressions and hand-motions to each other stopped when the waiter finally arrived, extending the card out to Eliza while avoiding eye contact.\n\n\"T-Thanks...\" She mumbled, taking one last look at James' nodding head. \"Would yo-you... care for a-another t...tip?\" Her head turned away, looking down at the empty glass, counting the icecubes still in it to pass the time that felt as though it had come to a standstill. Though he said nothing, when her hand reached once again for her zipper, there was not a single objection escaping his mouth, so she began to pull down, thankful that she had come at a time with little business.\n\nThey poked out just a little as the zipper rode past them, eventually passing the crest of the hoodie allowing them to rest freely without the constraints of the fabric. Her eyes checked James' once again, who had promised to give a warning signal if someone else was coming. Seeing that the coast was clear, her sweating hands lifted her breasts up, as if she was presenting them to the stranger. Her face was overcome with embarrassment when she began to jiggle them for a brief moment, turning as red as a rose before finally cutting it off there when she quickly zipped the hoodie back up. She gave the waiter a smile before her body instinctively turned away, unable to even look him in the eye, for it only reminded her of the humiliation just moments ago. Anything to try and move past this...\n\nThe waiter suddenly spoke up, a sentence that Eliza had been dreading. \"If you'd like... I could show you the dessert menu.\"\n\nShe processed this for a moment, her eyes shifting towards James. Whether he could hear the question posed to her or could guess it, he enthusiastically nodded.\n\nShe, on the other hand, reluctantly nodded. The two of them forced a smile to each other before the waiter broke away.\n\nEliza couldn't believe, that this was only the first day."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Forget the coronavirus, now there's the cloneavirus, turning the infected into a nearly perfect physical copy of the person who gave them the virus over 3 days. And your wife just woke up with a 5-O'Clock shadow and your skin wasn't freckled last night...
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"content": "Day 1: \n\nThe world woke up to a curious state of affairs on that second week in January.\n\nNo, it was not that their sudden realization that their new year’s resolutions were futile. Nor was it a declaration of a Third World War, though that had caused a stir and still lingered on the minds of some. \n\nNo, it was the breaking news that, somehow, a strange, hitherto unknown strain of virus was circulating, transforming its victims into perfect clones of whomever passed the virus onto them. Naturally, people assumed it was a hoax. Others thought that they must have misheard the new anchors. *Did he say clone? Did he maybe mean...clowns?*\n\nOver the next few weeks, it was clear that, no, the handsome news anchor on channel six did not mean *clowns*—although, such an outbreak would have been far more terrifying. Indeed, all over the world, with most cases taking place in Asia, people were transforming into perfect clones of someone who had sneezed or coughed or breathed on them a few days prior. Most would be family or friends. But a few had turned into complete strangers.\n\nThe WHO announced that the incubation period was roughly two weeks. The transformation took roughly three days to complete. They were keeping the infected quarantined, but still had no cure. They advised people to wash their hands thoroughly, and cautioned people to avoid touching their faces. They tried to calm the masses. It would be no deadlier than the flu, they said. Most cases seemed to affect older people. This was not an outbreak.\n\nWell, Eric Leeds noticed two things about this mysterious “not” outbreak. Firstly, that people did not know how to wash their hands properly, and some seemed to think the whole thing was optional. This was concerning.\n\nSecondly, there were some who seemed to *want* the virus. When they heard someone sneeze or cough they would inch closer. This was at first intriguing, but also somewhat worrisome. How on earth were people going to adjust to such an epidemic? \n\nEric and his wife were soon to find out. \n\nAllison woke up the morning of March 1st, turning to kiss her husband like she did every morning for the last five years. She was an attractive young woman: average height, with a modest breast, and straight black hair. And she still was that morning on March 1st, except for the fact that she had something few women have: 5 o’clock shadow.\n\n“Honey, don’t freak out...” Eric said, slowly, staring up at his wife, who was now looking rather anxious.\n\n“Oh no. What is it? It’s got me!”\n\n“It’ll be ok,” Eric said, grabbing her shoulders and holding her steady. “It doesn’t necessarily mean anything.”\n\nShe jumped from their bed and ran to the bathroom mirror. A horrified scream then followed. Eric walked over to his wife and put his arms around her as she cried.\n\n“It’ll be ok,” he whispered. “They May be able to fix it.”\n\n“It’s got you too,” she sniffed. “Look. Freckles.”\n\nEric looked at himself in the mirror. At first he didn’t see, but he looked at his cheeks and—yes. She was right. Tiny little freckles on either side of his nose. He felt a churning in his stomach, trying to think of everyone he knew, trying to figure out who had freckles. Because if you turned into someone you knew, that was ok. But a total stranger? The WHO still wasn’t sure of how the virus affected one’s mind. If someone got too close to a homeless person, or someone with an addiction...\n\nThey went back to bed, holding each other, staring at each other, trying to memorize each other’s faces while they still had the chance."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: hand holding is now the lewdest thing you can do
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"content": "“Come on,” I said, whispering in Lainey’s ear, eyes focused on the people who passed us as we walked through the mall. “It would be super kinky.”\n\n“No!” She said. “We’re in public. Someone will see.”\n\n“So what if they see? It’s not a big deal.”\n\n“Jack, I don’t want people to think I’m a big old slut.”\n\nI scrunched up my face, arms spread out. “First of all, no one will think you’re a slut. Second, even if they did, who cares? It’s just random people. It’s not like someone you know will see. Plus, Derek and Jane do it all the time.”\n\n“And Jane is a huge slut,” Lainey smirked. “There you go.”\n\n“Wow,” I said, grinning. “Slut shaming a fellow woman. I’m surprised at you, Lainey.”\n\nWe walked through the mall, side by side. Occasionally our arms would bump up against one another. I acted all aloof, as though it was an accident. She didn’t buy it for a second, but I could tell she was amused. And a little aroused.\n\nAnother brush of the arms. She let out a small gasp. I could see goosebumps all over her arm. I was erect. \n\nThen I just went for it, grasping her small dainty, ungloved hand.\n\n“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Lainey, giggled, her face scarlet. \n\nNaturally, the old prudes around us were disgusted. One woman actually walked by us, her hands covering her young child’s eyes, shouting: “you should be ashamed. There are children here!”\n\nWe got kicked out by mall security. He said we weren’t banned, but advised us to leave the hanky panky at home.\n\n“For the record,” he smiled. “My wife and I also enjoy holding hands. But we know that that stuff is best kept in the privacy of our own bedroom. This here is a family mall.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] All this studying was beginning to wear her out, so she decides to take a moment for a "study break".
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"content": "bum, ba da, bum, write\n\nbum, ba da, bum, write\n\nbum, ba da, bum, write\n\nbum, ba da, bum, ARGH! She threw the pen down, clicking a button on her laptop to stop the stream but narrowly missing it, not noticing as she switch tabs in annoyance. These questions were simply too tough. She didn't understand anything. Maybe it was time for a break. She let her imagination wander as she pulled up her sweater past her chest, and slowly circled her clit. Light moans came out of her mouth as she lifted her right leg for better access. She inserted a finger, unaware of the viewers still watching, thinking her stream had been hacked or something. \"au, au...\" she moaned, putting her hand to her mouth as pleasure coursed through her pussy. \n\n\nbum ba da bum, thrust\n\nbum ba da bum, thrust\n\nbum ba da bum, thrust\n\nAs she grew faster, her moans became louder too, as she almost drowned out the music. Slowly but surely, her face flushed and her back arced as she screamed out in pleasure at the orgasm that took over her quivering body. She breathed deeply as she relaxed. Taking her sweater back down, she went back to her stream to continue, only to be horrified to see the comments. \"Oh no, what have I done?!\" lo-fi girl asked, embarrassed and in shock. Her mother was going to go crazy if she found out about this..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] What traits are in a good prompt?
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"content": "I'll preface by saying I can only speak for myself, although my interactions with other writers here lead me to believe most of this is widely applicable.\n\nThe most effective short form character writing answers one of three questions: \"How did we get here?\", \"Where are we?\" or \"Where are we going?\" Good prompts should leave at least one of these open. Prompts that are overly prescriptive; \"the man woke up in a different world because of magic and had a naked catgirl next to him then he fucked her,\" give absolutely no freedom for writer interpretation. On the other hand; \"You wake up somewhere you don't recognise and the first thing you see is a naked catgirl,\" that I could work with. How did they get there? What's going to happen next? It's interesting. Your writers know what they're doing, and our job is to make things sexy. Give us the freedom to do that, and we will.\n\nAs a relevant aside, that's also the reason image prompts are almost always unanswered. They get upvoted because people like hentai but as soon as you show an image of the situation you've destroyed the writer's ability to describe it and the fun of readers imagining it. There are a few exceptions to this, and they're almost always the images that evoke an emotion rather than a sexy scene. (The recent lofi beats one, for example.)\n\nSpeaking of emotions, they're usually more interesting than physical aspects. I'd take a prompt about workmates or childhood friends or unrequited passion over one about a muscled guy and an elf, and I think that's true for most writers. Even though I like strong dudes and pointy ears, I need to know why they're bonking. If you must have phsyical descriptions in your prompt, include a clue about the way the characters interact.\n\nAs a final note, remember that a few of the writers here are women, and those who are men tend to be the empathetic and sex positive kind. Prompts that demean or objectify an entire gender are far less likely to get answered. I straight up ignore almost everything that uses the words \"slutty\" or \"cumdump\" and I'm sure I'm not the only one. That doesn't mean you can't post dubcon or noncon (trust me, I'm all about that,) but try to do so in a way that's respectful of its place as a fantasy, tag it properly, and don't simultaneously describe women as objects while pretending your stuff is vanilla. Degredation is a kink, and that's fine, I've been known to indulge myself. But don't normalise it.\n\nAnyway that got long so TL:DR.\n\nLeave open questions for writers to work with, images are usually bad, try to be nice to everyone, and tag your shit."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Why is my hand masturbating me? Why can't I make it stop?
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"content": "Hailey’s fingers delved deep into her sex, massaging her g-spot while she worked her clit with her thumb. She could feel an orgasm building quickly throughout her sex, the 10th orgasm she would have had this morning… at least.\n\n“Why… can’t… I… stop?” She asked aloud, hearing her phone buzz. She looked at it, seeing a message from the tattoo parlor she’d visited last night, only ‘urgent’ visible on the screen. She reached for her phone, with her left hand, her right still insistently stimulating her. She wasn’t sure who she planned on calling, but this had to be some sort of medical emergency, probably a psychiatric one.\n\nHailey moaned aloud as a climax rippled through her, feeling a strange energy ripple across her along with it. She started to breathe a sigh of relief, as her hand moved away from her pussy, but her relief was short live, as, much to her horror, her hand opened the drawer by her bed and drew out her second largest dildo, flicking it on, as it did. Hailey’s eyes went wide, in shock, and she tried to snatch the toy away from herself, but her hand was too swift, and she shoved the toy deep into herself, deeper than she would have thought possible, where the vibrations soon started to drive her mad. She tried to retrieve it with her other hand, but it went deep inside her body, and now her vagina itself seemed unwilling to cooperate, jealously holding onto its prize.\n\nWhile she’d been distracted, her right hand picked up her phone. She noticed just in time to see it hurl her phone out of the window.\n\nShocked, and deciding that this was an emergency, Hailey tried to call for help, but just as she opened her mouth, another orgasm rippled through her, this one having come faster, and stronger, than the last, and all that came out of her mouth was an orgasmic moan of pleasure. Hailey tried again to speak, after the pleasure had passed its crescendo, but she found that she could only moan, shriek, sigh, or make other sexual vocalizations. She tried her hardest to force out some intelligible speech, and came close when she called out a “Fuck me!” finding that she could now only engage in dirty talk.\n\nIn the meanwhile, her right hand had stealthily drawn another vibrator, something that Hailey learned as she found herself suddenly inserting it into her own ass.\n\n“No way,” Hailey thought, to herself, as her largest vibrator pressed against her puckered back door. She didn’t even usually put anything up her ass; there was no way that could just go in there dry. Much to her surprise, and shock, she found it entering not only smoothly, but exquisitely pleasurably. So taken by surprise was she that it was far too late to do anything by the time she tried to take the toy away from herself, and the huge phallus vanished into her, buzzing madly. The sensations felt like they might drive her insane.\n\nAnother orgasm crashed through her, and she thought that her body might explode from the torrent of energy that came with it. Desperately, she leapt out of bed, even as her right hand started to molest her small but perfectly formed breasts. She grabbed her keys and tried to head for the door, finding that her legs didn’t want to cooperate with her unless she forced them as an act of sheer will.\n\nShe staggered to the door, only for her right hand to snatch her keys from her left. Her hand used the key to turn the deadbolt, locking her in the apartment and, with preternatural dexterity, it separated the key from the keyring one-handed.\n\nHailey’s right hand brought the key to her face, much to her confusion. To her horror, she found herself obediently opening her mouth for it. Her hand tossed the key into her mouth, and she equally obediently swallowed it. Hailey placed her left hand on her stomach, as she felt the key travel down her throat, panicking over what could be happening and what she might do, even as her mind was assaulted by the pleasure and vibrations rattling through her body, the vibrators in her ass and pussy clashing against and amplifying each other.\n\nAnother orgasm ripped through her, more energy, she felt like she was going insane. She couldn’t control her legs at all anymore. She walked back to her bedroom. She felt like she should be more panicked than ever, but part of her was… calm?\n\nShe stood in front of her mirror, smiling and slowly rubbing her clit. Another orgasm burst through her, and at that very instant, a pair of deep red wings sprang from her back, deep red horns erupted from her scalp, and a deep red, spade-tipped tail shot out from her lower back.\n\n“Mmm! Finally!” Hailey said, as she stretched and easily released the vibrators from herself. “Masturbation has to be the most inefficient way to build energy!” she said. She looked at the tattoo on her right forearm. It was obviously her sigil, but she supposed there was no reason for her to recognize it as a mortal. It felt a bit strange to have two parallel sets of memories, those of a succubus and those of a human, but she’d deal with it. They were simply one now. No distinction between them. She casually regurgitated her key and looked to her closet, ready to pick out her sexiest outfit and to go find her phone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A sadist is quiet and shy, while the masochist is strong-willed and sultry. Describe their relationship.
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"content": "You would never guess when you see them out in public. The masochist at the center of conversations, talking to everyone. The sadist standing quietly in the corner, occasionally talking to people who approach him. But there is something about the way he looks at the masochist and her reactions to know that there is more going on than meets the eye. \n\nBut behind closed doors things are different. This is where things changed. As soon as they walk in the door, the sadist takes charge. He may be quiet and shy, but he knows how to be obeyed. Without a word, he grabs the masochist by the hair, dragging her into the bedroom. She protests until he whispers \"You agreed to this\" in her ear. Her knees go weak, she wants to fight him, but physically can't so she starts mouthing off, being a brat, as only a brat can be. He lets her continue calling him name as they get to the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed.\n\nShe pretends to fight back, but knows she will not win. This is the dance they do, he will continue to dominate her physically, using ropes or cuffs to restrain her before unleashing pain upon her. Her entire body immobile, her mouth gagged so she stops complaining, but she continues to growl and complain. \n\nHe is quiet, not saying a word watching her get frustrated, taking spanking after spanking. Changing implements from time to time, until she finally stops complaining. Then and only then does he fuck her, using her pussy, the only sound he makes are low growls in her ear, making her quiver under him.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSorry for the gender stereotype, it is just the dynamic I am most comfortable writing with."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’ve reached that stage in your relationship where you have to tell your SO about your fully functional, detachable cock.
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"content": "1/2\n\nJess pumped her fingers into my vag, as she licked and kissed my clit. I was already close, and she knew just how to drive me over the edge. I grabbed onto her head and clutched it between my thighs, my fingers tangling themselves in her short, brown hair, as my climax started to quake through my body. She didn’t miss a beat and just kissed and licked my clit, her face rubbing against my smooth, quivering pussy. She kept me coming and coming, driving my orgasm to new peaks before she ever let up. I all but collapsed beneath her, unable to take any more by the time she stopped.\n\n“Your moans are always so cute Valerie!” I think you’re my new favorite toy! She winked, as she fingered me a bit more, enjoying seeing my body writhe at her touch. Shorter than me, but super athletic, she liked to take the lead in bed.\n\nShe kissed the rune tattoo that I had just above my vag, the only tattoo I had, and she kissed her way up my toned tummy and stopped to play with my soft, heavy tits, licking her way along their curves and kissing and sucking my stiff, pale nipples. She kissed up my neck and eventually kissed me on the mouth, my own taste still on her lips. We fell asleep with her on top of me, the nipples of her small breasts poking into my pillowy tits, my hand groping one of her thick, muscular thighs.\n\nI woke up in the middle of the night. I hadn't expected Jess to stay over, it was the first time, and I wasn’t sure what to do. Normally I had things to handle after one of our dates and, normally I could handle them… privately. I definitely couldn’t ignore the urge that was threatening to explode though, especially the way that I could feel her body on me, and I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep. She seemed pretty sound asleep, herself, though, and I was able to get out from under her without waking her up. I grabbed the box from the nook under my bed and padded to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, and hoping that it wouldn’t let light leak into the bedroom, I flipped on the lights and took a seat on a towel on the wide edge of my bathtub. Sighing, I opened the box.\n\nInside was a thick, six-inch, pink cock, slightly flared at the base, perfectly anatomically correct down to the veins and the texture of the skin, as well it should have been… It was my cock, fully, achingly, hard and desperately in need. I breathed on it and I immediately flexed and tensed in response to my own breath, feeling and watching at the same time. Squirming in place, I listened to make sure that I didn’t hear any stirring from Jess. I sighed again. I was a glamour model! The classic, busty, blonde bombshell! I wasn’t supposed to have a secret penis. Even now that it was detachable, keeping it in a silk case under my bed didn’t make things any less weird, maybe more weird even, and it was still *me*. I still felt it no matter what! And now… it was achingly hard, all horned up because of the girl I was sleeping under, and it needed… release.\n\nEyeing my cock, I licked my lips. I could understand why men liked a woman with plush, plump lips, and I was glad that I had those exactly, even if people did sometimes call me a bimbo in the comments on my photos… I brought my cock to my mouth and gently kissed the head, my body squirming in pleasure as I felt my soft lips and wet tongue caress my head, part of me wanting to savor this and give myself a long, slow blowjob, even as I knew that I needed to just make myself cum quickly and get back to bed.\n\nI sucked my hard cock into my mouth, licking along the head and the underside, as I started to pump it in and out of my lips with my hand. I had to suppress my moans, as I had been incredibly hard and ready and, even if I didn’t mind taking a bit of pride in it, I gave *amazing* head. I bobbed my head on my cock, and I fucked my face with it, quiet sucking noises and little moans coming out of me, despite my best efforts to be totally silent.\n\nMy pussy was getting wet too, partially out of sympathy and because of a part of my mind that actually found it sort of… *hot* to think of me not only sucking cock in the middle of the night like a slut, but sucking my own cock, knowing that I was going to fill my own mouth with my own cum. I had to finger myself, and my left hand found its way between my thighs, stroking my clit and playing with my pussy. There was a kind of madness to having two independent sets of genitals, and I had learned, the hard way, that it wouldn’t be a good idea to have one of them too left out.\n\nI was really getting into it, my heavy breasts shaking, as I couldn’t keep still, wiggling and writhing in place as I fucked my face and fingered myself, all while sucking and licking my cock. I felt my cock getting ready to cum, and I tried to hold out just a little longer, rubbing my clit more insistently, trying to have both climaxes at the same time. Just as I felt my clitoral orgasm burst out and start to reverberate through me, I let my cock explode, and I was almost overwhelmed by the addition of the sudden burst of all-consuming pleasure. I watched, in the mirror beside me, as I came in my own mouth, the first huge pulses going straight down my throat, an expression of pure pleasure and relief on my face as I pumped my own mouth full of my delicious cum. I couldn’t help but find it so hot that I was able to quickly rub myself to another orgasm through my pussy before I had even finished. There was an intoxicating scent of white chocolate in the air, and I savored my mouthful of cum, swallowing it down to my tummy and licking up every drop from the head of my cock. I was just about to suck myself clean, when I was startled to notice something in the corner of my vision.\n\n“Valerie?” Jess said, staring at me in confusion, from the doorway."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] "What's it like?" she asked, biting her knuckle, hips twisting like a wind chime in a stiff breeze. Write a dirty story with as many similes as you can fit.
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"content": "*(I am so, so sorry.)*\n\nUsually, history lectures were like watching paint dry. Today, however, I was focused like a laser on the row in front of me where Åsa sat. We'd dated so long we were like a married couple, but there were still things about her that fired my adrenaline as surely as a hypnotist's command. Today, the thing in question was her shirt, which fit her like a glove, and was starting to ride up on her as she sat taking notes. Really, the gap was still tiny, but in my mind's eye it was like a window slowly opening onto a tantalyzing landscape of skin pale as cream, smooth as silk.\n\nFeeling my eyes on her, she yawned, stretching like a cat: another Åsa special. Her shirt rose, just like my pulse... and then caught there, just like my breath. The guy next to me had stopped typing on his phone, and I could sense that the Swedish exchange-student midriff on display was slowly percolating into his awareness like the scent of exotic perfume carried on the wind. It was just me and him in the back row, like two underachieving peas in a pod; but unlike him, I was there for a very specific purpose.\n\nTucking her pencil into her notebook, Åsa uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, her hips twisting like windchimes in a stiff breeze, her hands settling behind her back, as if to stretch again. I knew her well enough to know what was coming next... for her, it came as naturally as breathing. Her fingers hooked her waistband and slid it ever so gently down, fabric drawing back as inevitably as night's shadows retreating from dawn's first light.\n\nMy seatmate blinked, like a night owl awakened by the noon sun, and silently stared at Åsa's ass, assertively askew astride a spread skirt. Sharpied script scribbled starkly against skin said simply, \"SLUT\", as dispassionately precise as the warning label on a pack of cigarettes. Åsa looked back over her shoulder and gave us a big wink, and I pressed a note into my new friend's hand, sealing his fate as surely as a jury summons. Together, the three of us awaited the end of class as desperately as a suffering critic awaits the end of a hack writer's tale."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your significant other is a tough, fearless soldier. You’re the only one who knows that they don't just take orders on the battlefield.
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"content": "1/2\n\nTerra Jayblack grimaced as she pulled a high-g turn in the planet’s atmosphere, pushing her exoframe to the limits, wings of glowing ions flaring from her shoulders, as she accelerated in pursuit of the Doomstar Pirate fighter now on her 12. Lines of energy ignited over the surface of her metallic armor, as she took aim and readied an arc pulse. Lightning exploded between the Marine captain and her target, bending and twisting in the air during its near-instant journey, and the pirate craft exploded in a tremendous flash of light. “Bagged one!” Her sapphire eyes scanned the sky and her displays. “My sector’s clear!” She called out, “Report!”\n\n“Holy shit!” A man’s voice came through the radio chatter. “Did she just take down a fighter with her gauntlet?”\n\nAnother man’s voice chuckled. “Ultracore. Genetically perfect warriors with ultra-tech cybersuits. No finer fighting force in the galaxy. The station won’t be dealing with these pirate raids much longer, now that we’ve got a squadron of them!”\n\nTerra couldn’t quite suppress a smug little smile, to herself, even as she cut in, “If you hens are done clucking, I’m still waiting on that report!”\n\nLieutenant Lance Langley of the naval flight core broke in, trying, almost successfully, to suppress the panic in his voice. “I need a little help here! Pirate on my six! I can’t shake him! Not used to flying in… Atmosphere!”\n\nTerra Shot off like a bolt, toward his coordinates, coming in above them and swooping down like a Valkyrie, maneuvering herself close to the pirate craft and grabbing onto its left wing. Extending grappler claws from her left gauntlet and a three-foot laser blade from her right, shes sliced the wing off of the plane, sending it tumbling off into the sky, as she detached herself. She made eye-contact with Langley, as she flew by his fighter. “Need anything else, Lieutenant?” she asked, casually, over the radio.\n\n“Umm… nope! That about covers it!” he replied, sheepishly.\n\n“All right!” The radio crackled, “That was the last of them! Good work! All forces return to the station!”\n\nTerra shot straight up into space, heading for home.\n\nThe Star Marine retracted her helmet, as she landed in the hangar bay, her blonde pixie-cut and tan skin coming into view. There was a swing, and more than a bit of swagger, in her wide-set hips, as the tall and athletic captain started to head for the showers. Her suit was skintight with some bulkier tech bits, looking like a seamless mix of latex and black titanium. A smile crossed her surprisingly plush lips, as she noticed the holoprojection of a petite elfin woman coming in.\n\nLance Langley hopped out of his fighter and jogged over to try to catch up with Terra, spotting her in the hanger. Her genetically engineered body really did look amazing, having been designed perfect from the ground up. As he looked at her, she really did look like a tall, curvy bombshell with added muscle. A surprisingly small waist with surprisingly wide hips, and a great ass. He had to take his shot.\n\n“Hi!” he called out, “Captain Jayblack, isn’t it? Terra? Well…” The boyishly handsome flier ran a hand over his thick, hazelnut hair, “That was quite the assist out there!” He took a moment to catch his breath and psych himself up. “I thought we could go grab a drink… and y’know, celebrate our victory.”\n\nTerra Turned to him, a slight smile on her face, but before she could say anything, the hologram she had been speaking to, a small pixie-like woman with long, dark hair and gently pointed ears, interjected. “Pardon me, Lieutenant, but I was just telling my wife that she needed to come straight home! I hope you understand,” she said, her voice cute and sweet.\n\nTerra sort of shrugged at him, a smile across her naturally-red lips and a hint of mirth in her eyes, even as she tried not to rub it in.\n\nLance was blushing hard, “Ah!” he said, grabbing the back of his neck. “I, um… I’ll… Well obviously, you probably need to go home then! I’ll just… ah,” he looked around, trying not to meet either woman's gaze, even as they smiled at him, “I’ll just go head to my quarters then...” he said, pointing off in a random direction and soon stepping away.\n\n“He’s cute!” the woman in the hologram said, “But you, need to be right home!”\n\nTerra nodded. “I’ll be right there, as soon as I’m through decon.”\n\nCelise blew Terra a kiss and deactivated the hologram, a pleasant blue blush passing over her pale-blue skin, as she turned back to her kitchen counter. She was wearing a dark-blue kimono-style minidress and black thigh-high socks. She picked up a piping bag and started to put the finishing touches on her array of entremets, an array of perfectly square or disk-shaped cakes that had all been intricately and elaborately decorated. The small woman beamed, as she looked over her flawlessly handmade desserts. She twirled about the kitchen, making sure that everything was just so. She took a lasagna-like dish out of the blazing-hot oven and smelled it. “Perfect! It’ll need a good bit of time to cool though...” A smirk, on her lips and a mischievous gleam in her almond-shaped, dark violet eyes, she entered something into one of the computer consoles. She went to the bedroom for a moment. Telepathically, she felt her lover approaching. She smoothed her hair and moved toward the door, meeting her wife as soon as it opened. “Welcome home!” she said, throwing her arms around the taller woman’s neck and rising up on tiptoe to kiss her, still in full view of the corridor.\n\nTerra blushed. “Thank you…” she cast a glance down the hall, “Thank you mistress,” she said, quietly.\n\nCelise traced a finger along Terra’s jaw, down her neck, and over her choker, taking a moment to fondle the locket that sat at the center. She knew that the inscription inside said just who’s property she was. “Come in!” she said, turning brightly. “Shoes off!” she called behind her, smiling as she heard her wife instantly pause to leave her shoes on the mat by the door. “You had a really exciting day! Didn’t you!”\n\n“Well… you know… All in a day’s work,” Terra said, her demeanor totally different, softer and more innocent, around her mistress. Terra was out of her armor, fresh from a shower and wearing only the black leggings and red, athletic stretch-t that made for a compact civilian outfit, now barefoot. Her leggings clung to her thick, shapely, and muscular thighs and round rump, and her shirt tightly encased her large breasts. She padded toward the kitchen island. “Dinner is ready?” she asked, smiling curiously.\n\n“It needs to cool. It will be a bit,” Celise replied.\n\n“But these are ready!” Terra said, her fingers hovering over a tiny, chocolate-glazed cake.\n\nCelise lightly batted her hand away. “Those are for dessert! After dinner.” She gave a pointed look.\n\n“Yes mistress,” the blonde said, bowing her head.\n\n“In the mean time,” Celise said, “We have other things to do...” Just then. The door beeped. “Enter,” she called.\n\nThe door slid open to reveal Lance. “Hi,” he said, as Celise stepped over.\n\n“Lieutenant Langley,” the petite woman said, “I invited you here, because I noticed that you were hitting on my wife. That was inappropriate.”\n\nHe blushed. “Ah! Sorry about that! I thought we might just go out for a casual drink or...”\n\nShe cut him off. “If you would like to have sex with Terra, it’s only appropriate for you to ask *me*.”\n\n“Wait… what?” he said.\n\nShe looked him dead in the eye. “Well?” she asked.\n\nHe stammered for a moment, looking around, “W-what?”\n\nShe raised an eyebrow, looking at him levelly. “Do you want to have sex with Terra?”\n\nLance exhaled, blushing, as he looked around and looked into the apartment, where Terra was also blushing and looking off to the side. “I… um… yes?” he said.\n\nCelise smiled brightly, “Well then, come in!” She happily stepped back into the apartment, moving towards Terra. She felt him starting to enter. “Shoes off! By the way,” she called, triggering him to quickly shuck off his boots. “Have a seat!” she said, gesturing to the couch, as she sidled up behind her wife.\n\nLance took a seat, as instructed, in total disbelief about what was happening, but eager to avoid any faux-pas.\n\nCelise wrapped her arms around Terra, from behind. “Did you know… That when Genitech was called on to design the Ultracore Marines, they basically just took the existing ‘perfect’ templates that they’d been using for creating escorts and companions, and just added athletics and combat upgrades on top? More muscle, more reflexes, but still the same libido underneath?” She cupped Terra’s breasts. That’s why they still have such ultra-sexy bodies,” she squeezed them, eliciting an involuntary moan from the blonde, “and why Terra has the sex drive of an Erotraxian tart!”\n\nTerra blushed furiously, even as she felt herself starting to get wet.\n\nCelise continued. “You’re going to need a little bit of relief before we get started, though,” she said, in her cute voice. “That’s why she’s going to suck you off!”\n\n“What? Really?” he said, innocent hope fluttering over his handsome face. “Terra? Is that true?”\n\nCelise had led her to right in front of Lance, and she stroked Terra’s lower back. “You know… I didn’t ask her. I don’t have to, but it would be polite…” She turned to face Terra, and she took the taller woman’s face in her hand, for a moment. “Terra, are you going to suck this nice pilot’s cock, or should I send him away?”\n\nBlushing furiously, and starting to breath heavily, Terra could feel her arousal mounting. Wordlessly, she nodded, hiding her eyes behind her bangs.\n\n“Take off your clothes, then,” Celise commanded."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your SO has been depressed ever since they turned undead. You try to assure them they are still attractive
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"content": "A little on the lengthy-romantic rather than briefly-erotic side of things. Content warning: mild body horror.\nEdit: Thank you very much for the gold.\n\n***\n\nThe door to her study had been left ajar instead of bolted shut. I took that for good omen.\n\n\"Annabel?\" \n\nNo answer. I pressed on the door handle.\n\nTo enter the study was always to enter another world that played by different rules. Mahogany shelves lined the walls; they contained books upon books, countless spines of old leather with titles in faded gold, but also wicker fetishes, formaldehyde jars, and little skulls of fanged things. There were black globes inlaid with topographies of realms that existed only in the nightmares of priests. A few standing lecterns strained under massive open grimoires. Off to the side stood a small workbench with a Hooke microscope, and three other tables with canvas thrown over their jagged mysteries. Nearby, in a glass case, a pile of copper wiring and cogs of various sizes, from the time when Annabel was trying to invent a perpetual motion machine. The Swiss pendulum clock with a prettily carved wooden facade, a gift from me, was stopped at the hour of fifteen to nine.\n\nAnnabel, my paramour - our cohabitation of several years had seen no need of the imprimatur of society and would never have obtained it anyway - appeared to be seated in a slouch over her writing desk. She was wearing one of her big, fanciful hats and she was wrapped in black garments: long dress, gloves, face veil and all. A gleaming metal cylinder rested in front of her, an arm's length away.\n\n\"What do you want?\" she asked in a low, sharp voice, without turning her head.\n\n\"Your company,\" I answered, swinging the door shut behind me. \"You can't sit here forever.\"\n\n\"Quite literally, I can. Forever. This house can collapse around me, the ruins can grow over with moss and weeds, and I can still continue sitting here.\"\n\n\"You're being very dramatic.\" The worst thing I could have said, it turned out.\n\n\"Oh. I'm being *dramatic*. I'm so very sorry for being *dramatic*,\" Annabel did face me, then, and I steeled myself against the black eyehollows between her hat-brim and her veil. \"I'm sure I'm spoiling the general good humour by being inconveniently *undead*. It's a bit harder to keep your precious stiff upper lip when one *has* no lips.\"\n\nShe floated up from the chair, and that was another thing to get used to. Annabel had been a restless little dynamo of a woman scarcely reaching up to my chest, bouffant curls and all. Now, what was left of her was hovering in the air to match my height.\n\n\"You're such a blithering idiot sometimes, you know that? I'm sorry I can't just pretend like nothing's happened, which is your answer to everything in life!\" \n\nThat was not strictly true. My answer to anything in life that Annabel's heart desired was a reliable 'yes'. Had I showed more spine, things might have turned out for the better.\n\nShe had been so excited after she returned from Constantinople a few weeks ago clutching that old book, more a crumbling sheaf of yellowed pages than anything. Our interactions in the weeks that followed were reduced to her bursting out of the study or the laboratory with a breathless larksong of requests, followed by a quick kiss, then her fluttering off back to work.\n\n*Darling, I'm going to need more laudanum, mercurius, and slaked king's ochre. Here, I wrote it all down. From the Philbert Street man, not from Grimsby's. But do drop by Grimsby's and ask about the crucible I ordered, it's overdue. You're marvellous, thank you so much!*\n\n*Darling, do you suppose they have capuchin monkeys in the zoo gardens? They must do, right? What about the royal menagerie? I'm sure you know someone, you know everyone, you're the most able man I've ever met, frightful hurry, but thank you!*\n\n*Darling, could we install a large copper tub in the laboratory? It must be all copper, only copper will do. Oh, and a lightning mast in the forecourt, I've drawn the plans, I know I'm awful, you're an absolute saint, but I simply have to dash along.*\n\nAnd darling went and obtained the reagents, each from the right shop on the correct street. Darling pressed golden sovereigns into the palm of the zookeeper and received a screeching little hellion in a sack. Darling stood in the court, supervising the labourers while they dragged the ropes that erected the mast. \n\nAnnabel would crawl into bed well after midnight, rest her head on my chest, and fall asleep at once. In the morning, she was gone before I woke. The few times we coupled, she satisfied me with great efficiency and feigned her own climax with comic ineptitude. That was the bargain, with Annabel. She was brilliant, savagely witty, terrific company, a wonderful lover when her mind was in it; but during those intervals when an idea seized her, the idea came first, until it ran its course or came to fruition. \n\nIt had made me happy to see her happy. Enough to ignore her pallor, the circles under her eyes, the bandages on her arms. She was smiling, wasn't she? I wanted to keep the peace. I had been a blithering idiot after all.\n\nFinally, three nights ago, the thunderstorm came. I remembered how Annabel had been beside herself with anticipation, her eyes riveted to the barometer. When the lightning struck the mast, the whole residence shook and I heard a scream coming from downstairs, from her laboratory, followed by the sound of broken glass. I rushed over, flying down the winding staircase faster than I ever thought possible.\n\nI am not the most squeamish of men. After my time in the colonies during the rebellion, I had thought I'd seen my share of bones, blood, heat, rot, and pain. My Annabel proved me wrong that night. When I saw her, I screamed, too.\n\nAnd here we were. My paramour was now a floating skull-and-ribcage in a dress. For the past three days, she had kept herself locked in the study, refusing to speak with me. Despite my opening blunder, today marked progress. I was willing to keep my pique in check and let her vent.\n\n\"Now you're just standing there, with your idiot face, and your idiot moustache, and... what's that in your hand?\"\n\n\"You have letters from the Royal Society.\" I held up the red-sealed envelopes.\n\n\"Burn them,\" Annabel growled.\n\nI placed them on the desk instead and picked up the metal cylinder. It was heavy, and something was pulsating inside.\n\n\"What is this?\"\n\n\"My phylactery. The key to my immortality.\" Her voice was bitter, self-mocking. \"You may want to be careful with it. Or not. I'm past caring.\"\n\nIt struck me as too plain and simple for something so important; no more grand in appearance than a can of ham. I set it back down.\n\n\"We should seal it in my family crypt,\" I said. \"No one will disturb it there.\"\n\n\"Just smash it with a sledge and be done with it.\"\n\n*And now you're just being petulant* were the words I bit back. I may be slow on the draw, but I am not incapable of learning.\n\n\"Don't ever say that again,\" I told her instead. \"Annabel, you're immortal. That's incredible! Yes, the price was steep, but you *did it.* Think of all the time you'll have to study and work. Imagine all the things you'll get to see. Centuries, millennia? Who knows!\"\n\n\"Yes, the price was steep?\" Annabel echoed. Her voice quavered, then cracked. \"I'm a pile of bones! I have no face to show to the world! *You* can hardly bear to look at me, for all your pretending!\"\n\nIt was the strangest thing, to hear her speak with all that emotion without the ability to read her expression. The thin white rings of bone above the veil could not move, but neither did her jaw. I found myself wondering how she projected her voice in such a natural way. Then I found myself mourning her tongue.\n\n\"But certainly, I can *study and work* for a long, long time. How lucky.\"\n\n*Oh.* I was beginning to see what Annabel was getting at. I tried stepping closer to her, but she floated off, circling the desk.\n\n\"I can look at you just fine,\" I said. \"I'm here because I worry about you, and I miss you. Thought we might go for a walk. Maybe fence a few rounds before we lose the sun, help me work up the appetite for dinner? It is a lovely day out.\"\n\n\"Unbelievable.\" She shook the skull like she used to shake her head, and I was grateful for that familiar gesture, if nothing else.\n\n\"Then at least join me at the table.\"\n\n\"To turn your stomach?\"\n\n\"Stop it,\" I murmured. \n\nI walked to the dormant clock and rotated the hands to what I thought was near the correct time, just after six. I pulled on the chain to reset the weight and tipped the pendulum into motion.\n\n\"I can hear the individual gears,\" Annabel said quietly, and there was a hint of the old curiosity in her voice. An Annabel puzzled by a phenomenon.\n\n\"Quit running from me. Come out of here. Just for a little while.\"\n\nI strode toward Annabel and she did not glide away this time. She had no waist, just the empty dress streaming down from the ribcage, and I was not sure how to embrace her. In the end, I offered her my arm, trying to pass it off as mock formality.\n\n\"Fine,\" she said. I managed not to flinch when the bones in her sleeve touched my forearm."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Body roulette: a nEw device that allows bored couple temPorarily take the bodies of anyone in a 50 mile radius. Imagine her surprise when she ends up at her Daughter’s Fiance, and her husband is Nowhere to be Found...
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"content": "It didn’t really look like much… just a circular touch screen on a disk the size of a few stacked dinner plates. It displayed a map of everywhere 50 miles around us, apparently live, ringed with little pictures of people. I scrolled around on it, this way and that, for a bit, feeling excited. I could hear my husband, Dave’s, footsteps entering the room.\n\n“Sara, I can’t believe you bought that thing but, if it works, this could be wild. I’ll admit, it sounds like a wild time!” he said.\n\n“Can you imagine?” I asked, craning my neck around to kiss him, as he passed by me, “We press that roulette button, and we end up in the bodies of any two people around here! It could be an adventure! It could be… fun,” I added, with a purr.\n\nHe returned a knowing smile. He knew that bodyswapping was one of my favorite kinks. “Okay… And, if this thing works, I won’t have to give you a lecture about buying random gizmos off the dark web.”\n\nMarried 20 years, and he acts like I’m the impulsive raver chick who jumped on him at a Valentine’s Day house party… which was fair, and I kind of loved him for it… but still. “You don’t need to do the lecture either way. I’ve heard it before!” I said, pointedly walking my fingers up his chest.\n\nHe chuckled, resigning himself. “I’m ready when you are.”\n\n“Good then!” I said, taking his hand in mine, as I turned toward the device. Nestled against him and holding his arm wrapped around me, I craned my neck back for another over-the-shoulder kiss. “This is going to be a fun night!” I said. I guided his hand with mine, to the roulette button, and pressed down.\n\nThere was a bright blackness. It was all colors and no colors, near and far, blinding and impossibly dim. I couldn’t feel anything, not even my body, and I felt like I was falling and flying all at once. After what might have been a few seconds or a few minutes, the world reasserted itself. I was feeling… something again. All of my senses were jumbled. I could feel something touching me, and it felt like the smell of chocolate. The lights were moving erratically, and they made audible noises every time that they did. They sat still for a minute, humming, and I realized that they hadn’t been moving at all, but I had been moving my head. I started being able to feel my body again. My senses started to return to their proper roles.\n\nMy husband didn’t seem to be anywhere around. I’d assumed we’d go someplace together, but I was realizing that that had just been an assumption… I looked down at myself, only to see my smooth, muscular chest. I would have instantly known that I was a man, even if I hadn’t also seen my thick, lengthy cock. “I’m a stud!” I said, to myself, as I moved and saw my sculpted, fit legs. I still couldn’t move my arms; they felt like they were caught on something. I seemed to be on a bed. I looked around, noticing a mirror to the side of me. I gasped, in shock, as I recognized my face. I was Glenn! My daughter’s fiance! My arms were bound behind me in some sort of cuffs.\n\n“I hope you’re ready for your good boy reward...” a voice cooed from the doorway. I turned to see my daughter, Stacy, but she looked… different.\n\nI don’t know if it was my new body’s instincts, but I was suddenly seeing her in a way that I hadn’t before… sexually. I could feel the unfamiliar sensation of my dick starting to stir, as I saw her there in her pink lace bra and matching crotchless panties, her pert, round, just above average-sized breasts bouncing softly with each of her steps toward me, her soft, white skin, the way that her hips curved out from her little waist… “Oh my god, my daughter is a hot piece of ass,” I couldn’t believe that I found myself thinking. Part of me, some strong part of me that may have come with this body, wanted her, bad. Even the way that her curly brown hair fell across her shoulders seemed like some kind of turn on! Then, I noticed what she had in her hand… a slightly glistening, small, silver, dildo… My dick stirred even more.\n\n“W-what’s that?” I asked.\n\nShe raised an eyebrow. “I think you know what it is!” She clicked something, and it started to buzz. My dick was getting even harder, even as I started to try to move my legs, as if to get away. “What would you say, If I told you that I’m your mother, transported into Glenn’s body?”\n\nShe shrugged, smiling. “I’d say that’s a scene we can discuss some other time!”\n\nShe straddled and pinned one of my thighs, lifted the other aside, and slid the buzzing vibrator into my ass! She nestled it right against some button deep inside me that had to be my prostate, The sensation, the pleasure, was overwhelming. I was instantly moaning and writhing about, my rock-hard dick swinging around as I wiggled and thrashed, feeling like I was being driven mad.\n\n“Oh! you’re taking it full throttle, without so much as a hint of a safeword! I told you you’d love it!” Leaving the vibe tucked into me, she moved up my body and hugged my head to her chest, pressing her plump breasts into my face. Somehow, I found myself nuzzling against her. “Ooooh! you’re so vocal tonight!” she said. Mommy loves that!”\n\nShe coaxed me to lay down, even as my dick strained harder and harder, and I managed to still myself, somewhat, still being driven crazy with pleasure from the intense sensations turning my ass to jello.\n\n“Let’s get you finished off!” she said. And then... my daughter started to suck my cock.\n\nI groaned in all-new ecstasy, as I experienced my first blowjob, one that somehow felt familiar at the same time. Her hot, wet mouth wrapped around the head of my cock was everything I had ever imagined, whenever I’d imagined swapping into a man, and more. Between her practiced technique, my inexperience, and the silver bullet still pounding my prostate, I was cumming in seconds. It was an explosion of extended, pulsing relief, and for those few moments, all that I cared about was pumping cum into her mouth, whether she was my daughter or not.\n\nI finished, finally, and Stacy looked up at me with her cute face, her big blue eyes full of love, and she parted her lips to show me her mouth full of cum. She swallowed. I must have been an even bigger perv than I thought, because I could feel my dick twitching again, already, as she licked her lips clean.\n\nWithout much ceremony, she started sucking on me again, the vibrator and her mouth hustling me along to a new erection… I was getting used to these, and then she straddled me, riding me cowgirl. Her pussy felt amazing! Forbidden, and perverse, and wrong, but amazing! She played with my nipples and, on that night, I learned that Glenn’s nipples were almost as sensitive as my own, She tweaked and sucked them, as she rode my dick, as the vibe shook my whole pelvis, and I came inside her, losing myself in the burst of sensation all over again.\n\nShe reached down to my ass, and flicked the vibrator off. I was panting in utter exhaustion, as she draped herself over my broad chest, her face nuzzling up to my ear. “I might be pregnant at the wedding,” she whispered.\n\n“W-what?” I asked, in shock and exhaustion.\n\n“I thought about what you said, and what we talked about, and I went off my birth control! I’m already fertile by now. What if you manage to get me knocked up before the ceremony? What if I’m just starting to show! My wedding dress clinging to my round little tummy? A little secret between us? Wondering if anyone will notice that your baby is just starting to stretch my belly?”\n\nSomehow, something deep inside me was responding to this by making my dick hard again.\n\n“Oh! Mmm… You like that idea? I thought you might!” She had a devilish look in her eyes. God she was a little minx… like mother like daughter, I guess. She started to shift against me. “We might as well try our best then!” she said, and reached down to turn the vibe back on…\n\nI lost track entirely of how much we fucked, Stacy constantly teasing my body and urging me to breed her. Eventually, my vision started to swim.\n\n“You okay babe? You’re doing a weird thing with your eyes...”\n\nThere was another chaos of disembodied unsensation and darkness, and I gradually returned to myself, lying on the floor of my own bedroom. I felt My husbands hand on my shoulder. “Hey, you’re back!” he said, clearly still unstable from reentry, himself, “I ended up in some college girl. I let her roommates fuck me. We said that was fair game after all. How’d your trip go?”\n\nI was glad he’d had a good time, but I was still in a state of shock. “I… um… that’s a secret, for now,” I said, knowing that he was so easygoing about this kind of thing that he wouldn’t pry.\n\n“Okay, fair enough,” he launched, amicably. “I’m gonna warm up some leftovers. You want anything?”\n\nThe next day, Stacy and Glenn stopped by, to get some of her old stuff out of her room. Despite myself, I felt a little rush of arousal, when they hugged me hello. I overheard part of their conversation, when they thought they were out of earshot.\n\n“No, seriously...” Glenn said, “It was transformative! I honestly felt like I wasn’t even in control of my body! You’re amazing!”\n\n“If you say so!” Stacy whispered back, “I guess I’m magic. I’m glad you liked it!”\n\nHiding around the corner from them, I could feel myself blushing, my heartbeat quickening, even as my mind conjured phantom vibrations into my ass."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The toy started out fun, a chastity belt that stimulated the wearer just enough to leave them constantly on the edge. She loved the feeling of desperation and having to beg her lover for release. That was until her partner looked at her and apologetically explained that they had broken the key.
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"content": "Dressed in pajama bottoms and a silk camisole, Sandra walked unsteadily through the aisles of the superstore, a faint buzzing emanating now and then from her crotch. Her husband, Stan, had wanted to play with a chastity belt, one that would vibrate and pulse, bringing her just to the edge of climax and then stopping for a time. It had been a fun night, until he’d broken the key off in the lock, trying to remove it. Now she was desperate to get it off. Suddenly, the busty, raven-haired bombshell seemed to seize in place, grabbing onto a trail-mix display for support, writhing in place as the buzzing rose higher, and higher… and stopped. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cursed up a storm, as she pounded the display with her hand.\n\n“Maybe you should have waited in the car?” A blonde man asked, coming up from behind her.\n\n“I have a shoot tomorrow, Stan!” she replied, “by which I mean I have a shoot later this morning…” A glamour model, Sandra was quite beautiful, even when clearly tired and frustrated.\n\nHer eyes seized on a box, and she charged towards it, though she didn’t reach it before an older man, standing nearby, managed to pick it up.\n\n“Excuse me sir! But that’s the last angle grinder that they have in stock! I NEED that!” she pleaded, desperate.\n\n“Yeah, well, order one online,” the man drawled, more than a hint of Arkansas in his voice.\n\n“I need it… now, sir,” she replied, as the buzzing started again, making her skin flush, as she squirmed in place from the sensations quaking through her vagina and ass, grabbing onto the shelf. She let out a small whine, knowing that they would only frustrate her.\n\nThe man raised an eyebrow, eyeing her up and down, somewhat turned on by her little display. He looked around the aisle, noticing it to be otherwise quite deserted, this late at night. “Well, watcha gon’ do for it?” he asked, his thumb playing over his belt buckle.\n\n“Fine! Fine Then!” she said, dropping to her knees, “Let’s just… let’s just do it.”\n\nStan piped up, “Sandra! You don’t have to...”\n\n“Clearly, I do, Stan. There isn’t another store open for miles!” She interrupted.\n\n“The lady’s right,” the older man said, unzipping his pants. “You won’t find another angle grinder anywhere around here.” His long cock flopped out.\n\n“Fuck...” Sandra sighed, her mind addled by the constant frustration of her libido, her arousal constantly piqued but denied. Wordlessly, she grabbed the man’s dong.\n\nThe old man’s prick hardened gradually, in her mouth, taking a lot of work on her part to even get him to that point. Sandra, meanwhile, tried to just put the whole situation out of her mind. She was so horny, by this point, that she might potentially have enjoyed herself, if not for the fact that she knew that the belt she was wearing was just going to bring her to the edge and then stop again.\n\nShe bobbed her head rapidly while jacking him off with her hand, and in a short time she felt him starting to get closer. He grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed his long dick down her throat, pressing her nose to his crotch, as he came, spurting his load down her neck, straight into her stomach. He pulled himself out of her mouth, a trail of his cum and her own drool being dragged across her chin.\n\n“Well, alright then,” He said, handing her the grinder box, as she wiped her face with her arm. “Thank you, kindly, Ma’am” he said, as he strolled off.\n\nSandra coughed and cleared her throat, as she started to stand up, seizing up again from another peak and drop in the vibrations. “Let’s pay for this and get home,” she said, a hint of manic desperation in her eyes.\n\nStan, feeling an aching erection that he couldn’t quite explain, just nodded, deciding not to point out the rack of bolt cutters next to him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A supposed novelty "Slut Detector", actually *totally* works.
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"content": "“Fine. But don’t be surprised when it says no.”\n\nHailey looks up at me with a shocked expression. I was always her friend that, in her words, ‘never did anything fun’. I roll my eyes and sit down in front of her. If only she knew what I liked to get into.\n\n“Come on, you were so eager to test this stupid ‘slut detector’ on me before. Just use it and don’t be surprised when it tells you I’m not.”\n\nI don’t watch her use it. It would be better if I were to flip a coin, since that would be a better way to tell her I’m not a slut. \n\nInstead, Hailey looks up at me, super confused. “Alex?”\n\n“What, Hailey?” I ask, exasperated. \n\n“It says you’re a total slut.”\n\nMy heart skips a beat. “Try it again.” Please, tell me it’s not true. “Then on yourself.”\n\nShe does it again and shakes her head. “No change, still says total slut.”\n\n“Give it to me. You’re probably not doing it right.”\n\nShe leans forward and hands me the device, which looks quite like something out of a sci-fi movie mixed with one of those scan guns I’d use at my retail job. I point it at myself, then pull the trigger.\n\nOn the screen are the same two words.\n\nTOTAL SLUT\n\n“Weird. Probably just a malfunction, to be honest. Let’s try it on you.” I point it at her. Hailey, in sharp contrast to me, would blush at the sight of anything beyond vanilla sex and refused to do it with anyone that--\n\nVANILLA comes up on the screen. What the…\n\n“What’s it say, Alex?” She asks, looking at me and my face of shock.\n\n“Vanilla.”\n\n“It has to be wrong, you’re so boring all the time! Why just on you, though?”\n\nI shake my head. Maybe today would be the day I come clean with her. \n\n“Hailey, it’s not wrong.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“It’s not wrong. I…” I blush. Could I really say this to my best friend? The extremely conservative friend? “...well, I’m not nearly as boring as you think.”\n\n“Tell me you’re messing with me,” she starts to yell, standing up.\n\n“Nope. Remember that box of condoms you found in my drawer? Not from my boyfriend like I said. I keep them around for car sex, which happens quite often.”\n\n“Alex, you’re lying,” she says, her voice rising in pitch.\n\n“Remember all those guys I brought over, saying they were there for a school project?”\n\n“It’s just a novelty item! You said so yourself!”\n\n“I was wrong. It’s… I don’t know how, but it’s correct.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Some poor unsuspecting mimic gets used to get off. (You can change the item he imitates.)
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"content": "Jei needed to take a break. He’d been helping to load stuff for people all day. Summer was coming, and students at the college were heading home for a few months. He entered a room that had it’s door ajar, and he spied a few corduroy body pillows laying around. He assumed the form of one of them and hid in plain sight on the bed, no need to be found for a bit.\n\nHeather sighed, as she entered her brother’s dorm room. The curvy Filipino girl flounced onto the bed, her long hair fanning out, as she grabbed a body pillow. It was bad enough that her boyfriend was going to be away for the summer, but now she had to babysit her brother’s stuff while he and their parents went to deal with some last-minute campus red tape. She subconsciously squeezed the pillow between her legs, treating it like one of her own back home, feeling a tingle at her sex… She took out her phone and started to browse.\n\nJei was in a bit of a pickle. This busty Asian girl had just come into the room, all of a sudden and flopped down around him, grabbing him between her long legs, squeezing him between her thick thighs, and now he was pinned under her, her big, squishy breasts on top of him. To make matters more awkward, she’d taken out her phone and started to look up porn… Jei felt an awkward rush of arousal and embarrassment rush through his body. He couldn’t say anything now! Maybe she’d just leave soon?\n\nHeather had a bigger porn habit than any of her boyfriends or any of her brothers. It was just what she went to, whenever she was bored… or horny… or frustrated… or whenever! Today was no different, and what was supposed to be a quick check of her social media feeds had turned into a deep porn dive. She could already feel herself starting to get turned on, her clit tingling and rubbing against the soft cotton of her panties. Her pleated skirt was spread out around her thighs, and her thin panties were the only thing between her sex and the oddly comfy body pillow that she’d commandeered. She snuggled down onto it. She might just have to have this one for herself, once all of her bro’s stuff was home for the summer. She only got hornier, every time that she shifted her body at all. Her nipples were rubbing against the pillow through her low-cut tank top, and her pussy tingled superbly whenever she moved her hips at all.\n\nAn artist she loved had done a new futanari pic. Those were her favorite! Her wide, round hips started to move rhythmically, even before she had committed herself to masturbating but, as far as she was concerned, there was no turning back now. Heather squeezed the pillow between her legs, and she started to grind her clit on it, rocking her big hips faster and faster, rubbing her chest along it as well, as she stared at the porn on her phone.\n\nJei couldn’t believe what was happening or think of anything to do, as he started to get rather aroused, himself, feeling the cute girl on top of him, humping away. He could feel the smooth lips of her pussy and her prominent, firm little clit through her panties, as she rubbed herself on him. Her nipples were poking into him too. She obviously loved having them stimulated, as firmly as she was hugging her heavy, pillowy chest into him, and she really seemed to be getting into it.\n\nOne of Heather’s big, brown nipples slipped out of her top, and she just kept grinding on him, if anything, she seemed to be favoring that side, as she raced to get herself off. Jei could feel himself getting almost as horny as she must have been, as he felt her smoosh her big breast against him and felt her rub him so fervently with her stiff, bare nipple, the other breast’s areola starting to peak out as well.\n\nHeather rocked and swiveled her lewd hips, squeezing her clit down against the ribbed, textured surface of the pillow. She was wet enough that she was hoping not to leave a mark on it, even through her panties, but that was a secondary concern to the climax that she felt building, as she looked at her phone and focused on the images of hot futa cock in her mind. She rubbed faster and faster, her breath quickening up, until she finally felt a satisfying wave of bliss wash through her. She bit down on the pillow, hard, to muffle herself, as she squeaked and moaned through her climax, letting her phone fall from her hands, as her hips still kept moving.\n\nJei just tried to keep still, as he felt her teeth and her plump lips, trying not to react to the hot, horny girl cumming on top of him, clenching him between her thighs.\n\nHeather held onto the pillow, spending a good five or ten minutes letting her body relax, simply breathing and enjoying her afterglow, before she finally decided to get up and text her parents to see how long they’d be. She noticed that she’d left a wet patch of drool on the pillow where she’d bit it and then let her mouth rest… and she’d left one lower down, too… That bit of the pillow was almost as much of a mess as her panties were. She smoothed out her skirt, and she flipped the pillow over to hide the evidence, before she typed out her text.\n\nOddly, when she turned back around, it seemed like there was one fewer pillows on the bed than she’d remembered… She didn’t notice the miniature statue of Michelangelo's David that was now on the bedside table. She also didn’t notice that the statue was blushing… and massively erect."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Your superpower is to make those around you act on porn logic.
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"content": "When they'd figured out how to induce psychic powers, the CIA had been thrilled by the prospect. They'd become less thrilled when they'd realized how little control they had over the process, and after a regrettable incident in Tulsa that had had to be solved with help from the Air Force (and a cover story about a gas main exploding), they'd stopped trying to induce powers in their agents. Fortunately, they could still use the agents they already had.\n\nMike Chapman, CIA, tried his best to take a philosophical approach. His powers gave him a massive edge in covert operations, and he was sure his career was getting a boost. Still, why couldn't he be like Norman, whose skill was the ability to blend into his surroundings so well that he could infiltrate a North Korean base in spite of being a six foot four black guy? Or Charles, who had telekinetic powers. Their abilities were cool; even Beth, whose ability appeared to be limited to summoning a cloud of ungodly stink, at least had the advantage that she could turn her power on or off at will. He was the only one whose powers were on at 100%, 100% of the time. Which could be inconvenient or embarrassing, on his days off.\n\nHe'd stopped at a McDonalds on his way to the bank, he'd intentionally made an early start so that the place would be almost empty when he got there. That didn't help. When he'd sat down to eat, a pimply young woman had walked past and knocked over his iced tea onto his lap. She'd apologized profusely and grabbed a handful of napkins to help clean up the mess... a moment later she'd grabbed his cock through his slacks and was whispering in his ear that they she'd do *anything* to make it up to him. He'd gotten hard immediately, because of course he did. He hesitated, embarrassed to be in this position in a McDonalds dinning room. Then her girlfriend came over and was startled and annoyed to find her significant other holding a man's cock, but then it turned out that the pimply one was really bi, and her girlfriend wasn't interested in men but would totally be willing to watch...\n\nHe removed her hand from his cock gently but forcefully. He felt guilty thinking about what this experience would possibly do to their relationship a couple hours later when they thought about these events from outside his porn field.\n\n\"That really won't be necessary. You see, I have a boyfriend...\" Awkward conversation ensued, the pimply one made some comment about the good men being gay or taken so she was glad she'd found her partner. He smiled and made some joke of his own, that he thought too many of the good gay men were also taken. He wasn't actually gay, but he'd calculated that this approach had the best chance of ending their interest quickly.\n\nHe finished his egg McMuffin and got his spare trousers from the car. He'd had the spilling thing happen often enough that he made sure he had an extra pair handy whenever he went out. He changed in the McDonalds bathroom, then got on his way to the bank.\n\nHe made sure that there was no one in line for the ATM before he got out of his car, but a carload of giggling sorority sisters pulled in as soon as he started checking his balance. They sent one of their number up to him while the rest waited at the car and tried to look pretty. He was there to withdraw $200, he paid his gardener in cash and liked to have a bit of extra cash on hand in case he needed it. The sorority girl who'd come up to him giggled and touched his arm:\n\n\"We're totally sorry to bother you, but we need to buy some stuff for a party tonight. But, none of us remembered our money or our cards! Can you help us? We need, like, $200 for liquor, if you help us out we can all show our appreciation.\" He looked over her shoulder. Six girls, counting her. All pretty and between 18 and 25. If he wanted to, he could probably spend the rest of the day having an orgy with them and their friends. He sighed, slightly tempted after the handling his cock had gotten earlier. But no, that would be wrong. And besides, random group sex had lost a bit of its appeal after the tenth or twelfth time he'd tried it. Although he did still have fond memories of the Dutch Women's National Soccer Team... he sighed:\n\n\"You're from the University of Virginia, right?\" A nod. \"So you can't be too far from your sorority house. Drive back there and get your things, it'll probably be faster.\" She seemed to consider this as if it was a genuinely exciting new idea that she'd never have thought of:\n\n\"You know what, you're right! You're like, totally right! You're smart, you should come to our party!\" They told him their address, and encouraged him to show up there after 6:00 PM. He thanked them and got into his car. For the sake of the University of Virginia, he hoped that those students were smarter when outside the effect of his porn field. Probably... he'd seen what the field could do to doctors and nurses back when he'd been hospitalized overnight with kidney stones. It had been striking enough that the CIA had agreed that in future, his medical needs would be met in a secure clinic where he was the only patient. They'd even found a certified asexual doctor who'd be assigned to care for him next time he needed it.\n\nHe got on the road, headed to the grocery store. The place was packed, but he'd made a list in advance and stuck to it, so he managed to do his shopping almost without incident. He enjoyed fresh pineapple and bought it regularly, but this time there was only one box left. He went for it at the same time as a woman did, and their hands brushed... he turned towards her, saw a cute woman in her late 30s smiling at him. Nice breasts, slightly chubby in a cute way. Wearing a floral print sun dress that looked good on her. She kept smiling, started to get flushed and flustered:\n\n\"Well, looks like only one of us gets pineapple this week. If I let you take it, can I get your phone number in exchange? Maybe a date? There's a nice place I know where we could get drinks tonight, or if there's something you'd like to watch on Netflix, I could come to your place with a bottle of wine.\" He checked if she was wearing a wedding ring, saw that she wasn't. Was tempted, was seriously tempted to say yes. She'd initiated it, she'd even probably enjoy it if they did get together. But... but she wasn't in her right mind. A woman might try to initiate sex after having been drugged, she might even seem to enjoy it in the moment. But it wouldn't be right to take advantage of her like that. He swallowed, feeling his own face getting flushed:\n\n\"I'm sorry, no offense but I think you should take the pineapple. My husband wouldn't approve.\" He moved on before she had a chance to respond, was sure she'd be feeling embarrassed. He swallowed again, felt embarrassed himself. He wondered if, were he to keep using the excuse that he was gay, the porn field would start sending gay porn scenarios his way. That would certainly be one way to make the situation worse."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Don't tell me they ran out of chubby girls?
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"content": "He’d been to some nice places and exclusive parties before, but minutes after arriving he was convinced that he really had arrived at one of the most exclusive sex parties in the world. He was probably the least wealthy man there – and would never have gotten an invitation except as a guest of his friend the prince. He’d agreed to come along when the prince had explained the scenario – take a helicopter to a private island on Thursday night, then enjoy a three day long luxurious sex party. He’d become the prince’s personal physician and, basically, drug dealer a little more than a year ago, so his main questions were what to bring and how much.\n\nHe found the room because he was looking for a quiet place to rest for a moment. Hundreds of sexually available women, expensive alcohol by the gallon and enough drugs to satisfy the NBA and NFL combined for months… it became overwhelming. The room was quiet, and for a second he thought he’d stumbled into a backstage area, some utility closet or something. Then he saw the discreet sign – “Coupling Room” considered it; that seemed like something that could have been said about any of the rooms in this palace. Then, more explanation below it:\n\nFeeling overwhelmed? Looking for something special? Pull back the curtain and make a selection, then retire to your room for some fun with just two.\n\nThat… that seemed like exactly what he needed. He saw the curtain, and pulled it back… the display set in the wall looked like a combination of a case meant to hold a human sized Barbie and a vending machine. There was a screen next to the display, showing options, but at present the box was empty. He touched the first option, and a woman walked into the display box. She was bleached blonde, tall and very skinny with her hip bones sticking out. Her tits were obviously fake but had been done well, and if he wasn’t a physician he might not have noticed her face lift. He thought she was 35, maybe 40, and had done too much artificial tanning over the years. She was naked except for a pair of very high stilettos and some jewelry that looked expensive. He looked at the display – he’d selected “Trophy Bimbo,” and the display now gave some details:\n\n“When she married a wealthy real estate developer, she thought she’d struck gold. She took nearly $20 million from him in the divorce settlement and thought she’d never work another day in her life, but she burned through it all in less than five years. Increasingly desperate attempts to find a wealthy husband brought her to our attention, and now she’s here to fund her lifestyle and her coke habit. Don’t let the plastic surgery her ex-husband paid for go to waste! Select this Trophy Bimbo to sample the sexual skills that convinced a normally shrewd business man that he couldn’t wait for a prenup. If you ever wanted to punish a gold digger… this is your chance! And, don’t worry about her tracking you down for child support payments; we had her fixed!\n\nNote: Does anal but complains about it.”\n\nThat last line was followed by a frowning emoji, a detail so out of place it made him smile. He looked at the Trophy Bimbo… she had an enormous, obviously fake, grin plastered over her face. Didn’t expect to end up like this, did you? He felt himself getting hard but went back to the display and touched the next option down. Trophy Bimbo strutted off as the next girl came into the display box.\n\nGamer Thot. A tall, very pale, slender young woman with her hair dyed a very light violet. She wore big plastic platform heels that simultaneously looked childish and like something a stripper would wear. She was wearing an oversized pair of headphones with cat ears clipped on to them; she had a band around her upper arm holding her phone and seemed to be listening to music. Other than that, she was naked, and he could see she’d trimmed her pubic hair into a heart shape and dyed it the same pale violet color as her hair. She seemed excited and giggly, and he thought she’d probably already taken some ecstasy. He thought he recognized her from somewhere… he checked out the sales pitch bio for her on the display:\n\n“When she streamed, she went by PurpleGamerGirl, but her fans called her Purple. Now, after losing her sponsors and having her accounts terminated over an unfortunate racist voicemail she left an Asian ex-boyfriend, she answers to Gamer Thot. If you’ve ever fantasized about fucking a streamer girl, this is your chance. You won’t believe what she’ll do for tips now!\n\nWhen her time with us is over, she’s hoping to retire her persona and use the money to start a business. Well, take the chance to fuck her while you still can and help us make her work for that money!”\n\nWell, that was hot. Maybe he’d come back to that one. For now, he pressed the next button, and watched Gamer Thot stumble off after Trophy Bimbo. He wondered if she’d actually use the money to start a business or burn through it with a drug habit.\n\n“Yes, Daddy!” was the next one, and he thought he recognized her from some fairly extreme porn scenes. On one of those sites, her tag line had been “Four foot ten and fully legal!” A tiny blonde in a sexy schoolgirl costume, with a skirt so short it was painfully obvious she wasn’t wearing panties. She was barefoot, and showing the same enormous, obviously fake, grin he’d seen on Trophy Bimbo. He checked out her description:\n\n“Joining us from an exciting career in hardcore porn, this hottie is under five feet tall, weighs less than 90 pounds and has long since had all her inhibitions fucked out of her. Seriously, she started her porn career the day after her 18th birthday and has been sucking and fucking ever since. If you want to do incest roleplay with a fully legal teeny, this one’s your choice. For extra fun, once you finish fucking her, ask about how her real daddy molested her, and see if you can make her cry!” Nope, no way he was going to touch that one. Next."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A farmer breeds a special type of cow that produces a thick, rich-tasting milk. Nothing seems out of the ordinary at first, until the farmer drinks some and notices her overalls are tighter around the chest.
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"content": "Wearing blue overalls and a pink, cropped tee, Jessie ran a hand through her long, blonde hair, smiling in wonder at the first bottle of milk from her genetically enhanced cow Bella. If everything had gone to plan, the milk would be exceptionally nutritious, if very calorie-dense, and the tests had come back mostly normal, aside from a few minor anomalies, but those were probably unimportant.. There was still one thing that she hadn’t tested though… the taste.\n\nJessie brought the glass bottle to her lips, starting with just a small sip. As soon as the milk touched her tongue, she was enveloped by an ocean of rich, creamy flavor. She couldn’t believe how wholesome, pure, and just delicious it tasted! It felt amazing flowing down the back of her throat, and she didn’t even realize that she had started to tip the bottle back, filling her mouth, as she gulped down the rich, creamy treat. Her other hand rose from her side, coming to rest against her stomach, as she felt her belly start to fill with milk. Still, she gulped it down, draining the entire 32 ounce bottle. The thin, willowy girl was panting, partially from having chugged so much liquid, but also from just how mind-blowing the flavor was.\n\n“Wow! That was… better than I expected!” She said, licking her lips, as she started to eye her fridge, her fridge that she knew was filled with “research samples”.\n\nShe was on her feet and opening the door to the icebox before she even realized it. She withdrew bottle after bottle, chugging them down, one hand beneath her loose overalls, resting on the bare skin of her midriff, as she felt her belly start to grow round and tight with the onslaught of milk she was feeding it.\n\nJessie looked almost four months pregnant, when she could finally drink no more. She groaned and rubbed her round belly with both hands, feeling a bit of pain from being so stuffed, but feeling a deeper sense of… satisfaction.\n\nThen, she felt something else… The fabric of her shirt started to shift. Jessie looked down to see that her flat chest was slowly beginning to soften, as two supple mounds of flesh started to push forward from her body. She had gone from being an ironing board to having definite little handfuls of boob, even as she watched, and her breasts just kept growing.\n\nHer stomach started to flatten, as her body rapidly absorbed the milk in her tummy, converting it to bodymass at an accelerated rate. Her whole body started to fatten up, with most of the weight going to her expanding breasts.\n\nJessie’s thin thighs thickened and became more shapely, as her hips spread and rounded. Her butt got bigger, plumping up into a round and jiggly booty. Her waist stayed small, for the most part, but it did soften, and she started to develop a hint of a tummy there.\n\nHer breasts grew more than the rest of her body combined, though, expanding free of her shirt, as they grew rounder and heavier, sitting low on her chest and quaking like water balloons. Her breasts grew to the size of grapefruits, jiggling inside her overalls.\n\nJessie reached under her clothes and groped her big new tits… “Mm…,” she moaned, shocked at how sensitive her new breasts were, unable to stop feeling herself up. She couldn’t believe how horny she felt! And she loved her new curves, her big new breasts in particular. “I love these!” she breathed, and her eyes went back to the still-open fridge.\n\nShe was there in a flash, gulping down milk like a madwoman, her belly swelling heavy and round with cream as she drank more and more, needing to get bigger.\n\nThe process started again, and the effects were even more pronounced. Jessie’s thighs were thick and shapely and her hips easily the match of any milf she’d ever seen. Her butt looked like it belonged in a music video, and she definitely had a soft bit of womanly pudge on her tummy, even as her body retained it’s hourglass shape, becoming curvy and truly voluptuous.\n\nHer breasts grew to be simply gargantuan, though. Her tits swelled up as if she’d been pumping milk directly into them, expanding until they were fighting for room even inside her loose overalls, each the size of a watermelon, round and heavy, their lower curves ending just above her navel. The blonde rubbed her breasts in wordless ecstasy, as she grew, climaxing just as they swelled to their final, immense size. Her fingers felt wet, and she noticed that rich, creamy milk was just starting to leak from her nipples. She could feel it welling up inside her bust too, her breasts subtly growing tighter and heavier, as her own milk production started in earnest. A shiver ran through her pussy, as she imagined just how big she’d get, and what it would feel like, when her own breasts were truly full of milk…\n\nJessie sucked two of her milky fingers clean, savoring the taste, and a smile crossed her lips. “I think there’s *definitely* a market for this...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your tomboy friend normally wears baggy jerseys and hoodies. You had no idea she had the body of a glamour model under there...
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"content": " \n\n\\[CS\\]\n\nMe: \"Do you...do you wanna hang out sometime? Just you and me?\"\n\nHer: \"Yeah, sure. Why not? Just give me a date, time, and place.\"\n\nMe: \"Um, does Saturday noon at the plaza sound good?\"\n\nHer: \"Eh, sounds nice.\"\n\nWell, I did it. I asked her out on a date. Now, all that's left to do is to show her a good time, then confess to her. Because the truth is, I've liked her for a while now, although I never saw myself falling for her. She'd always bug me about helping her out with calculus. Of course, me being in love with her, I eventually relent every single time, despite having a mountain of work on my plate. There was this one time I called her cute for relying on me so much, to which she responded by introducing her fist to my now slightly bruised left upper arm. Now that I think about it, I've never seen her in anything else other than baggy jeans and oversized hoodies. The hood's so big, I can't even see her eyes half the time. This probably explains why I've been staring at her flabbergasted for over a minute now.\n\nHer: \"Dude, you done staring at me?\"\n\nMe: \"Me? Staring? Nah, I wasn't.\"\n\nHer: \"...\"\n\nMe: \"Okay, fine! Maybe I was staring.\"\n\nIf I didn't recognize her gaze, I would've sworn this person was a stranger. A beautiful one at that. She had her long, silky black hair tied into a ponytail, which complemented her snapback cap. She smelled like vanilla extract, which just so happens to be my favorite scent. Under the noontime sun, her Converse sneakers looked whiter than white. She had light makeup on; lipgloss, a bit of foundation, and some eyeliner. All of those already made her into a beauty most girls could only dream of emulating, yet what astounded me most was her body. Her ample bust, flat abdomen, slim waist, and gorgeous hips were all covered by a white-as-snow sleeveless dress; the skirt barely above the knees. At that very moment, I thought to myself how fortunate I was just to exist at the same time as her. With that, my past image of her has been completely shattered as this goddess in the flesh stands before me. \nMe: *mutters about how taken aback I am by her beauty* \nHer: \"Got something you want to say?\" \nMe: \"Oh no, it's nothing.\" \nHer: \"I doubt it's nothing. Spill it.\" *raises her fist under my chin* \nMe: \"Now, now. No need for violence. You must be hungry. As for me, I could use something to eat. Ramen on me?\"\n\nHer: \"Heh. I'm down, since you're paying anyway.\"\n\nWe head to a famous ramen joint five minutes away from the plaza if you were to walk there. Over ramen, she talked about telling her older sister about how I asked her out. Her sister lost it and helped her choose her getup. When I asked about how she managed to put on makeup, she sheepishly told me that she sought help online.\n\nHer: \"I never really cared about this sort of thing back then, okay?\"\n\nMe: \"Why start now?\"\n\nHer: *mutters \"because of you\"*\n\nMe: \"Because of who?\"\n\nHer: \"Oh, shut up!\" *swipes my pork cutlet*\n\nMe: \"Hey, give that back!\"\n\nHer: *shoves the whole thing into her mouth and starts chewing*\n\nMe: \"Aw, man! That was my favorite part!\"\n\nHer: \"Don't be such a crybaby. I'll make it up to you after we eat.\"\n\nHer: *looks down to the right while blushing*\n\nHer: \"You did go through the trouble of working up the courage to ask me out, after all.\"\n\nShortly after she said that, I paid for both our meals and we went our merry way.\n\nHer: \"Remember when you asked me about what I said earlier while we ate?\"\n\nMe: \"I remember you denying that you said something.\"\n\nHer: \"I'll tell you when we get there. Oh and that thing you were muttering to yourself there back at the plaza? You better tell me about it, capiche?\"\n\nMe: \"Yeah, yeah. My question being: where ARE we headed.\"\n\nHer: \"You'll find out soon enough.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] A sex scene written in the style of a fight scene
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"content": "She always made him work for it.\n\nShe’d slide close, block him in, press against his front. Would tilt her head so he could feel the brush of her lips on his neck, her breath against his ear, until his world squeezed and narrowed down to only the two of them existing. Until all he knew was her body against his, soft curves against longing planes.\n\nAnd when that happens, when he’s about to reach for her and grab her, desperate to lock her in the cage of his arms and desire, *that’s* when she retreats. Dances from his grip with a jaunty little side-step, a sharp curl of her lips. Leaves him to grasp at air with stunned hands, wicked in her amusement. She breaks down his defenses, leaves him reeling with an artful grace, has him take the bait only to fall into her trap.\n\nCat and mouse, prey and predator, chaos and control. It’s a game she likes to play and one he’s eager to join. \n\n“Will you let me kiss you?” is what he’d say, fake exasperation tinging his tone jus so he can see the way her eyes twinkle, the way she’d tip her chin up in challenge.\n\n“Nothings stopping you,” is what she’d reply, purposely provocative, tone a touch harsh, her body language open and tempting and *right there*, ready for the taking and he’d already be striding towards her and getting her right back into his space, right where she belongs. \n\nWhen he’d kiss her, she’d make this satisfied little noise, like that’s exactly what she wanted, what she was waiting for. She’d press against him, give as much as she’d take, would lick into his mouth and give a defiant nip to his bottom lip that said *that’s all you got, that’s **it**?* and that would have him pulling at her hair, taking what he wanted with no respite, no mercy, and giving exactly what she was asking for. \n\nCat and mouse, prey and predator. She gives chase only to give you the knife to cut her with."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta]: Announcements + Community Changes
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"content": "I am a bit surprised that IPs are entirely done for, though I do agree that it was getting a bit ridiculous. Don't know if you have any numbers on this the but it would be interesting to see how many IPs got responses vs other formats as I do agree that it generally felt like more IPs were left unanswered. (can the bot that \"makes\" the roundup threads sort like that?)\n\nAnyways I remember seeing plenty of IPs that have upvotes reaching a hundred that don't get a comment so I understand why the change was made. Felt like most images were popular not because of the prompt but because of the hentai.\n\nA few questions on specifics for the new prompt rules: \n\n- what exactly constitutes a \"self text description\"? Feels like you could just get around it by writing a sentence or two that just describes what happens in the image. Or by simply making the title vague and then putting the blunt of the specifics in the description with the image.\n\n- I'm guessing nothing's going to be happening to the [IP]s that were already posted, though would a [PI] around an old image prompt be allowed?\n\n- Out of curiosity (most of this questions are just simple curiosity anyways), would a [PM] that asks specifically for images of some type still be allowed? (assuming that ever was a thing in the first place)\n\nquestions aside, I'll just say that if anyone's interested in getting into writing on this sub but wants some critique/feedback first I'm happy to give it to you! It's never a bad thing for there to be more writers on this sub."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Despite both being somewhat sexually experienced, a pair of bisexual friends have never had penis-in-vagina sex. They decide it would be fun to take each other's "virginities".
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"content": "My friend Katrina and I have always been the closest of friends ever since we were really young. We have done next to everything together. From being the double-trouble dose of class clowns for our teacher in the 3rd grade, where we first met, to going on wild road trip adventures, there is nothing we haven’t done together. Well, except for the thing that happened yesterday.\n\nLet me preface this by saying that Katrina and I are both bisexual. \n\nThe first time I ever had an encounter I could call “sexual” was when I was dared to suck my other friend’s dick during a game of Truth and Dare around the hot tub. We got out and went behind the house, got on my knees in the darkly lit area, and just let his hand guide me. I was into it so much so that I started getting hard too, and he whacked me off right there. Safe to say, I have pretty great friends. My dating life has seen me have more girlfriends though. Sadly, because of this stupid religiously conservative community we’re in, I had never gone past anal with any of them; even pregnancy scares may mean banishment from the house, and that’s a risk I could never thrust upon them ( _pun intended ;)_ ). This made me still technically a virgin. And well, same with Katrina, it seems.\n\nKatrina rarely talked much about sexual stuff before. We just simply never found a need to out of the blue as the guys often do, but I guess it’s just a topic we have all been taught to avoid in this community, all things considered. Flippantly though, especially while drunk as we often get on weekends, she talked about how much she likes how useful her tits can be. They have got her out of speeding tickets _at least_ twice, but she also professes to be a cumslut when she’s with the guys, and uses her tits to get the nectar she craves. She can’t be on the pill though; her dad is the local church pastor of the area, and has quite the set of opinions on women taking birth control. Even though she’s 21, as am I, she gets the whole “my house, my rules” lecture from her old man constantly, and so she has elected to never even take the risk of pregnancy. They obviously don’t know about her bad self, because she probably would get kicked out if they knew the half of it. It would be especially so if they knew that she also likes spending time with women. I remember one of them, who was called Erica. Looked like a butch, but acted like a bratty femme. Whatever Katrina and her were up to, it certainly involved her taking a trip to Red Lobster to sample the menu, if you get what I mean. But anyway, before I orate the Great American Novel, let me get to it.\n\nSo Katrina and I, as well as a few of our other friends, decided it would be fun to go up to British Columbia, and were planning a trip around that. We had everything set up: I was finally allowed to borrow my dad’s Suburban since he would be on a business trip to Estonia, we all pitched in for an AirBnB in this nice cabin, the whole shabang. Then, literally the weekend before, we heard the cabin caught fire and the booking obviously had to be cancelled. Being from a small conservative town, all our friends chickened out for the sake of superstition, even after we booked an alternate place to stay. By the day before we were supposed to leave, it was just me and Katrina that were still on for it. That was fine by me; it was great that I can at least rely on her to see through all the bullshit. So we packed the car, drove up the 10 hours from our hometown, and arrived in the early morning of the next day.\n\nThe place was nice and cosy, but there was certainly more to be desired with it, considering one of the two bedrooms we were expecting to be ready by the time we got there just seemingly had all the house’s sheets and other linens piled right on the bed. We ended up just shutting the door to that room and deciding out of laziness to share the bedroom that didn’t face a mountain of fabric. I know what you might think hearing that, but to us, it wasn’t weird; we slept in the same bed more than a few times before when we wanted to cut costs on trips, and we’ve been good enough friends to not make it awkward. It is what it is.\n\nSo we have a great first day of adventure. We went hiking around the area to see the views all around us from the high points, we went swimming in some lakes as we walked along, and finally, went into town and to the store to get things for dinner and, of course, alcohol. We aren’t allowed alcohol at home even though we are both 21, so whenever we get the chance to be actual adults, we take it. We eventually got around to making dinner and popped out the drinks, getting more loose with our words as the evening went on, turning into night.\n\nOk, ok, so here is the moment I talked about happening yesterday in the beginning.\n\nSo, I am sitting longways on the couch opposite to the chair that Katrina is sitting on as we’ve been talking. She then suddenly gets up, walks over to me, and plops her body onto me, snuggling up to me as we are now both laying on the couch.\n\n“James, my dear friend. Want me to tell you something?”, she huffs out as she rests her head on my chest.\n\n“Yeah sure, Kat. What’s up?” \n\nShe blurted out: “I love you so fucking much!”\n\n“I love you too! You’ve always been good to me, and we’ve always been best friends.” I was beginning to feel like there was something more to that. And I was right.\n\n“I mean, like, yeah. We have always been great friends. But like, I love you so much that I probably wouldn’t mind if you wanted, uhhh...hehe, sex.”\n\nI was floored. But also getting increasingly aroused. \n\n“What do you mean?”, I asked Katrina.\n\n“I mean, like, say that you were wanting to jack off in the shower when you go for one. I will probably have my own fun. Maybe we can have fun together instead”, she replied back, kissing my cheek. “Plus”, she continued, “I’ve never had a dick inside me before. Losing my virginity to you won’t be something I would regret.”\n\nThat was a weird prospect to me: losing my virginity wholesale to my best friend. However, seeing her in that nightgown which hugged her body just right, and with her beautiful sleek brown hair all messy, my dick decided to make the decision for me. I then remembered about the pill.\n\n“I mean, what do we have to lose? I’m down if you are.”, I said. “But what about protection?”\n\nShe looked straight at me with her gorgeous earthen brown eyes and then buried her face into my chest giggling. \n\n“James, I’ve actually been on the pill for a month. I was able to get doses through my aunt in Tacoma recently for other stuff. I’m certainly glad you care about me and think on that though— it’s really sexy.”\n\nKatrina leaned forward and locked her lips on mine. I found my arms wrapping around her and we continued to make out right there on that couch. She propped herself off the couch and yanked my hand up to make me stand.\n\n“Let’s take this somewhere else, stallion”, she said, leading me into the bedroom by the hand. Getting through the doorframe, she closes the door behind us and we begin to undress. Her nightgown falls to reveal her assets that she placed so much pride on. And to be real with you, I could see why then. I ripped my shirt off, and then my pants, leaving just my underwear. \n\n“You’re such a tease”, she giggled as she turned to me. “Guess this is what I gotta do.”\n\nShe glides over to me and rips my underwear off, betraying how her antics thus far have made me feel. I was anxious about it, but it melted away with seeing her widening her eyes and doing that cheeky lip bite thing. That certainly made things better for my little friend.\n\n“Your turn”, she said as she moved her hip to prompt me. I obliged, revealing my destination for tonight.\n\n“Well, let’s lose our V-cards”, she ecstatically states as she crawls onto the bed and lays down opening her legs, just for me. I crawl following suit onto the bed, and set up to tease her first.\n\nI take my hand to the shaft of my cock and proceed to guide it slowly around and into Katrina. I felt unusually heightened when they touched, and it even got more so the more I went on. I scraped along her curtains, making her seeth in lustful anticipation more and more as I went on. I kept playing with her sensitivity until I couldn’t anyone, and I finally let her have it all. It was a rush of feel-good chemicals, and from how she moaned as I entered into her pussy that had been craving me, I’d say it was for her too. I was now face to face with Katrina, wrapping around to grip her shoulders as she gripped me with a hug around the neck. It was go time.\n\nThrusting into her and hearing her moans was ecstasy. This was both of our first times and I say that we made a good decision in choosing each other. The constant kissing was wonderful too, and it really put me in the moment. I decided to go perpendicular, gripping her hips and keeping at it. Without my body to stop them, her boobs kept with my rhythm and entranced me; her face, one I grew up with seeing nearly every day, was a mix of giggles and ecstasy. Definitely wonderful for a first time.\n\nI kept going and going, but I felt like I was going to soon cum. My mind raced about what that could mean; what if the pill wasn’t actually the pill, and she gets pregnant with _my kid_??? That all sailed away when I felt her reach for my head and dragged me down to give me a kiss. In that moment, I felt everything culminating. I lost control, and I could tell so did she. We came in unison. Check off *that* from the list of things we did together. I guess we did everything together now. From that point, we just kept going. Round 2, Round 3, Round 4. We didn’t sleep until 4am or something. \n\nI am now making breakfast for the both of us while she sleeps in a bit. I’m stuck here for another 3 nights with my nymphomaniac best friend who I lost my virginity to last night. Life’s good."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A vanilla couple buys a "surprise" box from the local sex shop, planning to use whatever is inside.
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"content": "Don't ask why this is what came to mind, but it did. \n=======\n\n\n\"Charles, shall we?\" Fanny asked.\n\nCharles rubbed his hands together eagerly. \"Fanny, dearest, I haven't gotten up in nearly fifteen years. If this package can let me rise again, then you'd better not plan on sleeping!\"\n\nFanny carefully cut open the box. Inside were some pills, a string of blue silicone beads attached to one another, a plastic, pink tree-branch looking object, a tube of clear lubricant, and what appeared to be a very thick elastic band.\n\n\"Dear New Kinksters!\" Fanny read excitedly, recalling fondly her youthful days of toastmasters, and setting on her most official voice, \"You've bought the **Assistance Beginner's Pack**. Here's what's in it: Lubricant. A string of anal beads.\" Charles held them up. \"A powerful vibrator.\" Charles inspected the box curiously, eventually pulling out the pink tree-branch item. \"Some specifically formulated pills to help bring the fire in,\" Fanny chuckled excitedly, twitching about the pills. \"And cock ring, to help you stay firm for longer.\"\n\n\"I do wish they wouldn't use such foul language,\" Charles tsked. \"Cock ring. Tut tut tut!\"\n\n\"So, this says that I put the beads in me, and pull them out during orgasm,\" Fanny moved on. \"And you must take one pill if it's not so bad, and two if it's really difficult to get it up.\" The couple looked at each other, and agreed in unison: \"Two pills.\"\n\nCharles poured a glass of milk, and sipped down his pills. While they waited for that to kick in, Fanny went onto her hands and knees on the bed. \"Now, Love, I'll be gentle, but don't you wriggle now,\" Charles teased. Gently, he caressed her anus, heating her up slowly and carefully, the lubricated toy awaiting use. \n\n\"Oh, I'm so exited!\" she confessed. With a soft 'pop' the first bead was inside, and he softly swirled the next one along the chain around her hole. The ne one slid in. \"Ah! That was big!\"\n\n\"But not the biggest thing you'll be inside you tonight,\" he grinned. \"I can feel myself starting a salute.\" He slid the ft two in, and Fanny let out a moan. He lovingly slid the last three in, one at a time before returning to himself.\n\n\"Let me put the ring on, Charlie Boy,\" Fanny said, beginning to slide the ring to its secure spot up her husband's manhood.\n\n\"When was the last time you called me that?\" Charles reminisced. \"It must have been... 1998. Yes, that's it, my, that feels good!\" he sighed as she secured it with a secondary strap, as shown in the picture.\n\nCharles pushed the button on the vibrator, and on it went, earnestly buzzing away.\n\nHe slid himself into her, overshadowing her on the bed and allowing only just enough space between them for the vibrator to work on her clit. She was far from 'tight' after all these years, but she still felt wonderful as ever. Her perspiration spelled sweet like sugar, and her lips were soft as a marshmallow.\n\n\"Lovely, I can't hold it in any longer!\" he cried.\n\n\"Neither can I!\" she said back.\n\nA wave of pleasure swept over them both as he shot his load into her, and she squirted. He hadn't forgotten the beads, though, grabbing them and tugging them out, causing her to tremble again. \"Oh, that was good,\" she laughed.\n\nThe doorbell rang, and Fanny sighed. \"I'll be right back,\" she said, pulling on her gown. A moment passed, then she returned.\n\n\"Who was it?\"\n\n\"Oh, the neighbours,\" Fanny laughed. \"Asked us to keep it down.\"\n\n\"And what did you tell them?\"\n\n\"I told them to mind their own business. This is a retirement home, not a Catholic Church!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You didn't know what to expect when your shy friend asked if she could get your opinion on something. Seeing her strip nude in front of you and ask if she was beautiful, however, was the most unlikely scenario.
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"content": "\"Do you have time after school? I'd like to ask you something.\" Amber asked me as she bit into her tuna sandwich. \"I wanna ask you something too. Isn't that your third tuna sandwich?\" I reply. As if on cue, she threw a punch that nailed my right upper arm. \"Okay, okay. I get it. Seriously though, why can't you ask me right now?\" I ask her while rubbing my sore arm with my free hand. \"It's just...\" She says before suddenly growing silent. \"It's just what?\" I ask her, my curiosity growing. I eventually notice her looking down with her face beet red. I decide not to pester her any longer and allow her to enjoy her tuna sandwiches in peace. For some reason, walking her back to her classroom felt much more awkward than it should have. Before parting ways with her, she said something that would lead to my sudden loss of focus during the next few classes.\n\n \n\"It'll just be the two of us, 'cuz my parents are away on a business trip.\"\n\n \nThat'll be the last I'll hear from her. At least, until school's over and done with. On normal days, afternoon classes seem to just pass me by. Not this time though, probably because I've got this feeling that today will be anything but normal. I wouldn't be feeling this way if I wasn't in love with her. That's right, I said it. I. Love. Amber. That girl who, during orientation, got called out for wearing a ridiculously long skirt and baggy blouse. That girl who I would see burying her face in textbooks during free time. That girl who eventually bump into me one morning, sending her towering pile of textbooks flying everywhere. I decided to help her out, as I didn't have friends myself, which meant that nobody would be waiting for me. \"Thanks for helping me out.\" She said with a smile on her face. At that moment, I thought to myself that I had found the one for me. Her smile wasn't just beautiful. It was dazzling; almost divine even. At that moment, I realized that I'd have to make my move sooner or later, lest I choose to live a life full of regret; lamenting what could have been. Fast forward to now. Thinking about all this pretty much killed my chances of knowing what the basic calculus test will be about, yet other matters demanded my attention. Such as this one; figuring out how do I confess to Amber. Since it'll just be the two of us, it'll be the perfect time to confess to her.\n\n \nClasses have ended. As I'm waiting for Amber, I notify my folks at home about my little errand. Surprisingly, they didn't mind the possibility of me arriving home the following day. With that in mind, I made sure that my house key would be safe inside the front pocket of my bag. Shortly after putting down my phone, Amber shows up. \"So, shall we?\" she asks me. \"Lead the way, Amber\" I respond.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe walk to her place didn't take long. It only took about five minutes, give or take. As I made my way inside, I noticed that the house was indeed empty. The thought made me sweat way more than I usually do when wearing a parka in the middle of the dry season. While I tried to compose myself, she grabbed my hand without warning and started leading me somewhere. We then entered what would seem to be a bedroom. It had a normal-sized bed, a closet, a coffee table, a door which I assume leads to the bathroom, and a study desk that comes with a revolving chair. I still have not said a word since we arrived here. How could I? The girl I like just yanked me by the hand into her bedroom. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't having dirty thoughts. No! I can't choke this late in the game. I've got to do something!\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Listen, I---\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWe both yell out at the same time. To say it was awkward would be an understatement, Amber and I both looked away from each other, our faces red from embarrassment. Just like that, it was silent once more. I took the opportunity to steel myself and utter the line I've been practicing for the longest time.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Amber, I've loved you for a long time!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"You what?\" she asked with a surprised look on her face. \"Yeah, that's right\" I replied. All of a sudden, she started stripping. I tried to look away, but right after she said \"I want you to see this\", I found my gaze transfixed on her. As her skirt fell to the floor, I was able to take in the image of her legs. As if to tease me, she held her right thigh with her right hand and squeezed. I started to feel hot all over. My mini-me inside felt like he was about to burst out of my sweatpants. She then turned around, giving me a clear view of her butt in black lingerie. \"Holy shit, how did she know?\" I asked myself as I pondered the many times I mentioned my particular taste in a female's underwear. She then proceeded to unbutton her blouse and let it down, revealing her smooth back, her slim waist, which complemented her hips, and what looked like a black bra. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"So, how do I look?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe asked me with a playful tone. As much as I wanted to say something, I simply couldn't. I struggled to find the right words to say. For some reason, I ended up asking her \"Do you, um, like me too?\". Amber then proceeded to lock lips with me. For the next few seconds, I was in complete ecstasy. The feeling of our tongues wrestling for dominance over the other etched itself into my mind. She stopped kissing me before saying \"I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't\". Now that I think about it, I was able to get a view of her front after we broke up the kiss. I was greeted by a flat stomach, coupled with what looked like D-cup breasts. It took me a while to convince myself that all of this wasn't a dream. Can't blame a guy who's crush ended up reciprocating his feelings and finding out that she's nothing less than a goddess in disguise. As for how I answered her question, let's just say that I took something from her and became a man in the process. Not without calling her the epitome of beauty, of course."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The outrageous behavior of the promiscuous, home-wrecking Elizabeth Hyde is the talk of the town. Recent events have you beginning to believe there may be some link between this awful woman and your mild-mannered, conservative girlfriend, Hannah Jekyll.
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"content": "Hannah sat across the kitchen table, spoon in hand, watching him take the first bite. Wisps of anise-scented steam float from their bowls. Her mother's recipe for Vietnamese beef stew called for a slow simmer; the InstantPot version was a gamble.\n\nRobert plunged his spoon into the thin red broth. He pulled a knob of carrot, glistening with oil from the annatto seeds, then swallowed it whole. Looking across the table, he felt her desire for praise. \"Mmm. This is good. *Real good*.\" He cut into a soft hunk of stewed beef. \"It's delicious.\"\n\n\"Thanks,\" she smiled, dipping bread into her bowl. \"My mom thought I was crazy to make it in less than an hour. She thinks everything has to take forever if you want it to taste good. Old country logic.\"\n\n\"Well, she *is* an amazing cook.\" If he were being honest, he'd admitted that his girlfriend's dish was competent, but not as rich as her elder's. \"This is right up there.\"\n\n\"What, are you saying this isn't amazing?\" she joked, adding a dash of salt.\n\n\"*You're* amazing.\" Pushing his bowl to the side, he leaned over until she joined him in the middle for a chaste kiss. Holding her chin, he kept her there a little longer, sharing the taste of lemongrass on their lips. When she pulled away, he sat back down and ate again, appetite quelled a bit. They ate in silence, thumbing through their smartphones.\n\nHannah put her phone face-down on the table. \"Who is Elizabeth Hyde?\" she asked. \"Steven posted something about a hot chick at work.\"\n\nHe looked up from the spoon. His co-worker had a big mouth, even chattier when he received attention. Elizabeth gave him *plenty*. \"Oh, um, she's a new intern, I think. She started a week ago.\"\n\n\"Is she?\"\n\n\"Is she what?\"\n\n\"Hot. Steven is making her out to be some kind of Venus de Marketing.\" \n\n*She wore a slit skirt and tailored dress shirt with only half the buttons closed today, a decolletage that made men bite their knuckles. Louis from the mailroom couldn't even look at her without cowering behind his cart. Rumor was, she made him into a man that morning*. \"Well, you know Steven; always blowing things out of proportion.\"\n\nRobert cleaned the kitchen while she watched, drinking a cup of hot tea. Hannah preferred a separation of duties that was fair to each of them, equal footing on all things that mattered. Even in the bedroom, their vanilla sex life had a perfunctory *tit-for-tat* exchange that made him wonder if she was bored. He was too afraid to ask. \"You know,\" he started, \"we don't have to go to bed tonight, if you don't want to.\"\n\nHannah looked curious. \"What do you mean? It's the 2nd Tuesday, isn't it?\" She seemed to live and die—or at least fuck by her scheduler. Graduate school classes punched holes through it, but even in the brief vacation period, she was marking her time in a calendar app. Putting her mug down, she stood behind him as the last plate was hung on the rack. He appreciated her warmth against his back, her hands wrapped around so she could feel his chest through the apron. \"I *want* to,\" she whispered, then retreated out of the kitchen, to the bathroom. The whine of the shower stall bled through the wall, and he knew to prepare himself as well. \n\nHe waited for her, naked in bed. Eyes closed, he imagined Elizabeth, bending over to open a filing cabinet, the seam of her black stockings like a map to her darkest, most intimate areas. Steven had fucked her in the copy room, or so he said, pinned against stacked reams of paper. The image of the intern's horn-rimmed glasses, bobbing off her nose in time with her head hitting the boxes made him even harder, just when Hannah entered the room. Tonight, his condom felt a little more snug.\n\nSliding to the middle of the bed, she parted her legs and waited from him to climb on top. Her breasts were like twin hills, hinted in the dim distance. As he rolled closer and held under her thigh, she asked, \"Does she look like me?\"\n\n\"Not at all, you're *way* more beautiful,\" he replied, kissing her neck. When Hannah arched her back and held his mouth against her skin, instinct took over and she took all of him with one tilt of her sex. He sighed, intertwining his fingers with hers, and curled his body until there was no place left to go. Relax and release, curl and repeat. \n\nThe bed frame creaked, making more noise than either of them as the pace quickened. She freed her hands and held onto his neck, stroked his chest as he rose, still joined at the hips. The condom improved his stamina, which he needed if he wanted her to finish first. Lowering his hand, his thumb found her clit, a flash of heat that made her moan with pleasure. He drew circles with his hand, in time with his thrusts, up and down her delicate folds. As he combed through her mound, he felt the skin tag that made her self-conscious the first time they had sex. Benign, it was a milestone marker in the thicket of her gorgeously trimmed bush. \n\n\"I'm cumming,\" she whispered, clutching the bedsheets. Her muscles contracted, legs squeezing his sides, her pleasure written on her face, until at last, she collapsed on the bed. He pulled out, still hard and throbbing and laid next to her. \"I love you,\" she said, stroking his cheek. Her hand trailed down his body until it peeled off the rubber. It didn't take long to get him off, shots of cum landing on his belly. When he came back from the bathroom, cleaned off, Hannah was already asleep. Not wanting to disturb her, he crept to the living room couch and masturbated, thinking about Elizabeth. \n***\n\n*continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] [TT] Fantastical Bondage-Based Magic
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"content": "A Sorceress who has been enslaved by the Rite of Chains is a sight to behold. Often clad in nothing but the subtly animated bindings that constantly constrict, massage, and tease her, she is left distracted and unable to perform her own magic without the aid and permission of her Mistress. Instead, being kept so close to the edge of ecstasy, the helplessly bound sorceress is turned into little more than a fount of power that readily gives up her own mana with every orgasm forced upon her by the holder of her chains. \n\nYou could write a story about a former enslaved sorceress who has been freed from her cruel Mistress, but not from her unbreakable bindings. Unable to perform her magic without the aid of another sorceress, she must now decide who she would entrust with total control over her pleasure and her magic."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I'm pure and innocent and have no idea what you mean," the veteran succubus said primly when suspicion was aroused.
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"content": "Loved the prompt so I gave it a go ♥ \n\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“I’m innocent,” I said, holding the mop defensively.\n\nMy boss, Mr. Collison towered over me. He was in his usual dark suit, his arms crossed. He was glaring, and that combined with his balding hair and stern face made him look extra intimidating today. Beside him stood the Priest who was holding a bible and a cross.\n\nThe Priest opened his mouth to say something, but my boss jabbed a finger in my face. “I know you’ve been fucking our guests.” He held up a CD. “I have it all on here.”\n\nHeat rushed to my face. I stared at the CD, then at him, then at the priest before I realized there were no cameras in the hotel rooms. That was illegal. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, sticking out my chin. “I’m pure and innocent and have no idea what you mean.”\n\nMy boss swallowed and tilted his head. He seemed furious, but also a little hopeful. When he hired me, he’d been jerking off under his desk. And he found any excuse to touch my ass every chance he got. Little slaps and squeezes, and several times he’d slip his hand up my skirt and pull on my panties. He thought it was funny. But I couldn’t fuck him. No matter how badly I wanted his disgusting soul in my belly.\n\n“You are not human,” started the Priest in a frail voice, but Mr. Collison waved him off.\n\n“Look,” he said, licking his lip. “This CD only shows you going into their rooms to clean. But the Priest guy here came up to me and said that one of our staff was fucking people. They went and confessed to him before they died.”\n\nI didn’t say anything, but I bit my tongue and kept my eyes on him as he talked. \n\n“Then he looked at our company photos and picked you out. Said you were a demon.”\n\n“What?” I said, throwing down the mop in pretend shock and crossing my arms to make my breasts more noticeable under my apron. “I have nothing to do with that.”\n\nMr. Collison looked down at them, a sparkle in his eyes. “The male guests keep turning up dead after they check out,” he said, slower now. “You are some sort of succubus is what the Priest thinks.”\n\nI turned to the Priest. “Father, surely you must be joking. Have I not cleansed your room with holy water every time you stayed here? How could I have done that if I was a human? I’ve always taken special care of you.” He was the only client I’d never approached. Holy men tended to fight their urges more strongly than most. Plus, their cum tasted horrid.\n\nThat made him pause, but he raised his cross with trembling hands. “Be that as it may…”\n\nHe was cut off again by Mr. Collison who’d not taken his eyes off my tits. “Do you have any proof you are not?”\n\nMy tail twitched under my shirt. It was wrapped tightly around my belly. My latest victim’s cum was still dripping out of my pussy. I shook my head. “I don’t know how to prove my innocence,” I said before uncrossing my arms and patting down my skirt. “Maybe I can show you my body? Then you can decide for yourself if I’m human or not.”\n\nLicking his lips, he looked at my cleavage then down at my hips. “Beat it, Father.”\n\n“That would not be wise,” said the Priest. “She’s trying to…”\n\n“I’ll see for myself what she is,” said Mr. Collison. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention, but I am her boss and she is my responsibility.”\n\nThe Priest started talking about police and holy law, but my boss grabbed me firmly by the arm and wrenched me away. I winked at the Priest, pulled up my skirt to show him my ass swaying as I walked, then followed my boss into his private office. \n\nHe locked the door. “Get the windows.”\n\nI pulled down all the shades, casting us in the shadows. The light still came through the shades, but it was muted. His face seemed darker. He was leaning against the door, obviously blocking my exit. “Now, he said. “Show me that you’re not, you know, a demon.”\n\nShutting my eyes for a moment, I focused on my tail. It was the only part of me I kept during work-hours. Horns and fangs and claws were too noticeable after all. It vanished with a tingling sensation, then I pulled off the apron and unbuttoned my white shirt. I left it open so he could see my breasts, could see how hard my nipples were. Most men were enamored right here, and my boss was no exception.\n\n“Turn around,” he said, his breathing growing labored. “Do you have a tail? Demons are supposed to have tails right?”\n\nI did as he asked and pulled up my skirt to show him my lack of panties. “See? No tail. Come have a closer look.”\n\nMr. Collison knelt in front of my ass as I spread my cheek and showed him my asshole. I could feel the thoughts whirring in his head. Could sense what he wanted to do.\n\n“I Promise, boss,” I whispered, looking over my shoulder at him as i felt his hot breath against my skin. “You can inspect me all you like. But I’m not a succubus. I need this job.” Mostly because it provided so much exposure to men from all over. \n\nWealthy greedy men who needed a secret place to fuck their mistresses. Ugly souls who wanted a dirty little fuck pet. Cheaters and adulterers and people who wanted to breed girls and run off without any consequence. Criminals with false identities. Sometimes I’d match with them online. Sometimes of the time, they stumbled into me in the hallway and offered me cash. Mostly, I could smell the horrible ones as soon as they entered the lobby. I would promise them every filthy little thing they could imagine. Then I’d eat their souls, savoring every last drop.\n\nMy boss spread my ass then pressed his tongue to my asshole. IT slid inside, making me cry out.\n\n“What are you doing?” I stammered, pretending to be completely flustered. That usually made them hornier. A woman’s distress was a turnon for these freaks.\n\nHe licked furiously before pausing to swallow. “I’m going to check every last inch of you,” he said. “Then I’ll decide whether or not you can keep your job.”\n\n“Oh,” I whispered, clamping my hands over my mouth and letting my skirt fall over his head as he continued his onslaught.\n\nHe thought I was embarrassed. Or upset. He liked it, growling as he pressed his face against my ass, holding on to my hips and my thigh. He flattened his tongue against my asshole, licking me from bottom to top. Then he kissed my cheeks and slapped them in turn.\n\n“Take this off,” he ordered, slipping his finger inside me.\n\nI removed my skirt as I shuddered again, feeling his fingers spreading me open. This man was a monster. I knew that from the day he hired me. How many girls had he “examined” here? I shivered again as he stretched my butthole open and spit inside. He would be delicious. So fucking delicious that was trembling, and he thought I was frightened. That only made him hornier and me hungrier. I wondered how his cum would taste compared to a serial killer’s.\n\nFucking him would mean losing my position here. He’d find out. I bit my lip as he relinquished his grip and stood to undo his belt. I heard the buckle. Then his pants were on the floor and he was grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him. I felt his hard cock brush my ass.\n\n“Kiss me,” he said, his breath against my neck.\n\nI turned my head and offered him my lips, tasting myself on his tongue. My horns grew out on their own. He was squeezing my tits and rubbing his cock against my ass. Then finally, he pressed his tip against me and burst in. No lube. Not enough foreplay. He got off on the pain, but this wasn’t a human’s ass.\n\nMr. Collison slid in with such ease that he gasped. He was completely inside me, his hairy balls pressed against my pussy. “What the fuck?”\n\nMy tail was out now. It coiled around his waist, holding him against me.\n\nHe tried to push me off, but it was no use. He was balls-deep in my ass, firmly in place. “You can’t escape now, boss.” I reached behind me and grabbed his arms.\n\nHe struggled against my grip, but it was no use. Human muscles just didn’t stand a chance. “What are you doing? You really are a fucking demon bitch.”\n\n“Should’ve listened to the holy man,” I said. I shut my eyes and moaned, feeling his cock throbbing inside my ass as he swore at me. But I made up my mind already and began thrusting my hips back and forth, fucking myself with his deplorable cock. Maybe I’d get to be the boss after all this was over."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sarah (a college sophomore) is surprised to discover her summer internship (while totally pertinent to her major), is clothing-optional for all interns. She doesn’t have to be nude every single day, but most of her fellow interns choose to be. Although she’s skeptical, she gives it a try.
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"content": "Today was her first day of Sarah's internship, and she was beyond excited. She couldn't sleep a wink all last night, nervous and giddy in equal amounts. New jobs were like this for her, endless worry about what it would be like, shifting back and forth between happy and sad fantasies.\n\nShe stood in front of the mirror, surveying her outfit. She wore a red button-up, ironed slacks, and a black silk vest over it. She had a black tie, a nice contrast to the deep crimson of the shirt. Some might call her style overly masculine, but she enjoyed dressing in that fine line between masculine and feminine. Beides, you could be pretty without showing cleavage and ass. Sometimes a well-tailored suit was more erotic than a low cut dress...\n\nShe drove down to her new office, making sure to get there at least thirty minutes earlier than asked. It was a small building, a regional office for a mid-sized tech company, and she was the newest intern this summer. Programming wasn't her passion, but she was good at it, and it could earn her some decent money. She pulled into the back of the lot, in the designated intern parking, and made her way inside. It was much better looking on the inside, past the tinted glass doors was a tan-walled lobby with polished faux marble floors and a retro front desk. A pretty woman with a bob cut was sitting in front of a computer.\n\n\"Hey there, you must be Sarah!\"\n\n\"That's me. And what's your name?\"\n\n\"I'm Stacy, a pleasure to meet you! Here's your ID badge, head through the double doors and take the first left. Ms. Able is down there waiting.\"\n\n\"Thanks a lot. I'll see you around, Stacy.\"\n\n\"That's a cute outfit, by the way,\" she said, waving Sarah along. Sarah blushed at the compliment, thankful she was well past the desk.\n\nShe walked into the office. Cubicles were to her right, and people were already hard at work. She could hear the clatter of keyboards. To her left, just a little further down, was Ms. Able's office, just as Stacy said. A woman came hustling out of the door just as she reached it, bare chest swinging as she half-ran -\n\nWait, what the hell!?\n\nSarah couldn't help but stare, the nude woman rushing the opposite direction of her. Her slim ass bounced as she ran, Sarah noted. Damn, she was just her type... But more to the point, why the fuck was there a naked woman here? Some disgruntled employee finally snapped and went streaking?\n\nShe rushed in to see Ms. Able.\n\n\"Hey Ms. Able - \"\n\n\"Hey Sarah! You're here early, I really appreciate your initiative.\"\n\n\"Thanks, thanks so much, but... uh, did you notice a naked woman?\"\n\n\"Of course I did, she's the intern from out of state. What about it?\"\n\nSarah was dumbfounded, mouth opening and closing. How could she be so casual?\n\n\"Sarah, didn't we send you some documents about this?\"\n\nShe blushed. She never read the damn documents...\n\n\"Ah, I see. I'm really sorry about this, Sarah, I know I should have told you in person. It's a new policy, you see, and completely optional. We're testing it out on the interns, since they're young and usually far more liberal when it comes to body image...\"\n\nShe chuckled.\n\n\"Oh my, I was rambling for a bit. Sarah, we have an optional nudity policy here. If it bothers you, I can transfer you to another branch. I promise you, this isn't one of those things where you have to conform or be fired.\"\n\nSarah sputtered, struggling to get out a response.\n\n\"N-no! That won't be necessary. I'm sorry for coming unprepared, I'll read everything top to bottom next time - \"\n\n\"Let's just put it behind us, shall we? I'll show you to your desk now.\"\n\nSarah's desk was in the far left corner, by the window. She sat next to the nude intern, both of them sharing a cubicle. Her name was Allison, and it turns out they had a lot in common. They both liked strategy games, both drank expensive coffee despite their tiny budgets, both preferred cats to dogs. But despite all they had in common to talk about, they couldn't help but discuss the obvious: Allison's voluntary nudity.\n\n\"Yeah, it's kinda nice not wearing clothes,\" she said, twirling her shoulder-length hair. \"I didn't suggest it, but when it was proposed I voted yes.\"\n\n\"And it was voted on just last week?\"\n\n\"Yeah, it was a pretty sudden change. I started going nude the day it passed. I just feel so free, y'know?\"\n\n\"But doesn't it bother you people might be... ogling you?\"\n\n\"There's no 'might be', they are. But it doesn't bother me. I kinda like the attention.\"\n\n\"Hmm,\" Sarah responded. She imagined it, all the eyes in the office on her, ogling her exposed body as she walked by...\n\nShe blushed as she felt a flutter of arousal. This wasn't her kink, she never even considered it before... But her body couldn't lie. She was growing wet just thinking about it. And a little voice kept seductively whispering, *why not try it*?\n\n\"H-hey, Allison?\"\n\n\"Mm-hmm?\"\n\n\"Mind if I, uh...\" Come on, Sarah, just say it. \"Mind if I undress too?\"\n\n\"Of course not! You can keep your clothes in the desk if you'd like, there's a key on your ID.\"\n\nSarah stood up, trembling with fear or excitement, she couldn't tell anymore. Maybe it was both. The dress shoes and socks came off first, then her vest. It was smooth against her hands. She undid her belt, laying it on top of her vest. Button by button she undid her shirt, the cool air leaving goosebumps on her midriff and chest. She felt so bare with just a bra on, if she went any further... Her heart was thumping, chest rising and falling rapidly with her excited breathing. The shirt fell, she didn't bother folding it. Next was her sports bra, the gray elastic coming over her head. Her small breasts were exposed now, free for anyone to see. She didn't dare look around. Next came her pants, she tugged them to the ground and stood, looking down at her simple gray panties. They were so obviously wet, anyone who looked at her now would know just how excited this was... She had to clamp a hand over her mouth, fingers white, to stop from gasping. Her breath was ragged, face burning, filled with such conflicting emotions. All those people out there could be looking at her, judging her, ogling her, sizing her up as a sexual object. God, if only that cute secretary could see me now...\n\nShe pulled down her panties. A string of dew stuck to them. Anyone glancing over could see her dripping... And now it was over. She was nude as the day she was born, standing there gasping for air. She glanced around. Everyone was buried in their work. No prying eyes were on her. She faced Allison, who spun around to look at her.\n\n\"Well, how does it feel?\" she asked with a smile.\n\n\"Um, is it bad if it's... exciting?\" Sarah whispered.\n\nShe giggled. \"Nah. You'll get used to it quick. Oh!\"\n\nShe rummaged in her drawer, and tossed Sarah a towel.\n\n\"Sit on this, just to stop... you-know-what... from getting on the seats. Don't feel bad, I was even worse my first day. Left a puddle on the seat,\" she said, politely chuckling before turning back to her work.\n\nSarah drew in a ragged breath. She noticed! Oh God, that shouldn't have felt good, but it did... She set the towel down and took deep, even breaths. Time to calm down, get some work done. And just like Allison said, she got used to it, going the rest of the day nude. She chatted with coworkers, delivered reports, ran around grabbing coffees for the senior devs without a problem. Well, at least until she caught prying eyes checking her out. There was still that rush of excitement, the nervousness of being observed, but already she could control it. By the end of the day she flaunted when those rare occasions happened, pushing her chest out, swishing her hips ever so slightly, or spreading herself just enough to see a flash of her wet womanhood. That was something she still couldn't control, and probably never would- the physical reaction. Thank God she had a towel now.\n\nIt was the end of her first day now, and she was walking to the lobby, cradling her clothes. Allison told her that's where she got dressed to leave, and now she could understand why. It was almost sad, going back to being covered. She wanted to be bare, to be seen...\n\n\"Hey Sarah, have a good first day?\"\n\nShe whirled around, growing red. The cute secretary was still here.\n\n\"Yeah, yeah, it was great!\" She hoped in vain her blushing cheeks weren't obvious.\n\n\"I see you took off that stunning outfit. The rules here are pretty great, huh?\"\n\n\"Yeah, they are. I'm surprised I did this so soon, to be honest...\"\n\n\"It's a lot of fun, going nude. Hey, in just a week they'll expand it to permanent staff too. Then you'll get to see me in my birthday suit!\" she said, laughing.\n\n\"I can't wait! I mean - sorry, that came out wrong... \"\n\n\"Don't sweat it – I like seeing women naked too. Nothing wrong with that. Bye, Sarah!\"\n\nAnd with that she left, winking as she turned.\n\n\"Hey, Allison?\"\n\n\"Mmm-hmm?\"\n\n\"Is there a policy against dating coworkers?\"\n\n\"Nope, not at all. Just keep the PDA outside of the office.\"\n\nSarah smiled. She would like it here after all.\n\n----------------------------------------\nComments and critiques welcome!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Gentlemen’s Club.
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"content": "Her friends told her it was classer and more refined than the one club her boyfriend had brought her to that one time.\nShe didn't really believe that. Even with the address in a better part of town and the quiet outside she expected the smell of cheap perfume to waft into her face and techno music to thump it's way into her head as soon as she opened the door. What she saw instead shocked her.\n\nA wide spacious room with an actual stage that had red fabric curtains but the front part extended out, like a peninsula, and had a pole securely installed in the middle. The lighting was low, no strobes, no obnoxious lights switching between red, blue and purple, and no cheap perfume. The men sat some of them talking quietly to each other towards the back, but the ones upfront were quiet as they drank and gazed at the woman on the stage. She was dancing actual professional dancing, not just naked twerking. Once the softly playing jazz music stopped the woman took a bow and walked off the stage while women in black skirts and blouses hired to gather the dancers clothes and one went up and carefully washed the pole.\n\n\"You must be the new girl. What name were you planning on using here?\" A matronly voice snapped her out of her stupor of surprise. The woman asking was the textbook example of a MILF. She honestly looked like she was going to give the world's sexiest English literature lecture.\n\n\"Um… I wanted to use Harmony.\" She said.\n\n\"Good. That will work.\" The woman smiled. \"My name is Gwendolyn. I am in charge here. Follow me. I need you to show me your skill level.\"\n\nHarmony followed her to a small studio in the back. There was a man sitting in a large comfy leather chair like the ones out in the main room. \"I saw on your resume you had experience in ballet and you even graduated from a very good academy. Why aren't you working with a dance company?\"\n\nHarmony blushed. \"Well to be blunt, miss, it's my ass…\" Gwendolyn looked at her perplexed and Harmony finished her thought quickly. \"All my other body parts fit their strict expectations but no matter what I do my ass is just too big.\" Harmony was dressed in a black tank top and tight jeans. Her hair was pulled into a tight blonde ponytail. \n\nGwendolyn smiled. \"That shouldn't be a problem here. Since we have a higher quality of atmosphere we require our girls to be of a better quality and skill level. I need to watch you strip for Henry, here.\"\n\nHarmony nodded and Gwend started some music. She never thought she would have to strip to opera but after a moment she found the beat and began her slow strip. Harmony quickly and fluidly taking advantage of her flexibility. She pulled nearly every move she could think of and by time the song ended she was sweaty and only in a G-string. Her small pert tits and fat enticing ass were on full display.\n\nThe man just sat silently while Gwen spoke. \"That is a good start but I will need to see how you handle lapdances and… customer service.\" Gwendolyn smiled as she spoke. \"This club allows touching and due to the alcoves that are more secluded and intimate I need to see how you handle a handsy client. If you can do that with grace you can make good money here. Pretend like I'm not here an act like he paid for a lapdance.\"\n\nGwendolyn went and started a new song and Harmony narrowed her attention to Henry in the chair. He was plenty handsome with chestnut brown hair, sky blue eyes, and a chiseled jaw. \"Oh, hi handsome.\" Harmony strutted over and plopped her ass on his lap. She felt a shift in pants. One hand grabbed the meat of her left cheek and the other grabbed her nipple and gently squeezed. Harmony was so turned on her body shook involuntarily for a moment.\n\n\"Sweetie, you look overdressed to me.\" He chuckled as he grabbed her gstring and gave it a snap. \n\nHarmony smiled. \"Oh if you say so.\" She slowly rubbed her ass into his lap and pushed herself up, then she bent forward and slowly slipped her panties off. She lingered there fully bent over and spread her legs wider. Without a word the man confidently moved towards her. Harmony was waiting for a playful ass slap, but now she had a finger running over her soft pussy lips. She froze and then a finger sunk in. It started to saw gently in and out of her and she grew wetter. Then she heard a zipping sound. Then the finger came out and he grabbed her by the hips, pulling her down onto his dick. She didn't even look back at it so see how big it was.\n\nHarmony kept her eye closed and let it fill her as she slid down. He was much bigger than she was used to. She kept her eyes shut tight and he would hiss dirty things to her as she rode his dick. Harmony was sweaty and moaning with pleasure. Then she heard him say \"oh God, I'm gonna cum.\" \n\nShe jumped up and spun around. Without a word she got on her knees to take the whole huge dick into her hungry mouth. Large spurts of semen filled her mouth and she did her best to swallow it all down. After she swallowed it all she licked his shaft clean and looked at the satisfied man.\n\n\"Harmony…\" Gwendolyn's voice broke her post sex glow. \"That would be perfect if this was a brothel.\"\n\nHarmony's eye grew wide with panic. \"Oh I'm sorry, miss, I just thought….\"\n\nGwendolyn interrupted her with a clicking noise. \"No, no, no… we can't have every gentleman come in here and fuck your pussy.\" Harmony felt a knot in her stomach. \"We need to save that for special occasions. Otherwise a discreet hand job or a quiet respectful blow job would suffice. I am glad to see you don’t mind swallowing.\"\n\nHarmony felt better and Henry stood up and gave Gwendolyn a kiss. \"I'll see you at home, honey.\" He said before thanking Harmony for the dance and fuck. \n\n\"Okay, go get cleaned up and we need to try this again. I'll get a bouncer to help us for a moment. You have a lot of potential, so we will repeat this until you get it right.\" Gwendolyn told her and she felt wetter. Harmony would have to resist fucking this next guy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] "Alright, loser of the next round has to be the winners sex slave for the entire weekend!" They happily agreed to it, both secretly planning to try and throw the game without the other noticing.
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"content": "(Warning: I haven’t played Smash in a while. Sorry for any inaccuracies.)\n\nEvery Friday, the pair did an odd ritual, without fail. Most couples have their idiosyncrasies, and these two were no different. Avid gamers, they would have a few games of Smash to commemorate the start of the weekend. But that alone didn’t make their ritual odd. For every weekend, there was a bet. It started simple enough, whoever lost would pay for pizza that night. It would continue on like that for a while, but soon, the stakes would be raised.\n\n“You ready?” Louise asked, setting the controller out for her girlfriend.\n\n“Almost,” Beatrice answered, finishing off the last slice of pizza, “have you got a bet in mind?”\n\n“I don’t have my heart set on one, but I do have some chores I’d love to see you do,” Louise said with a sly smile.\n\n“Every cocky, eh Louise?” Beatrice replied, grabbing the controller as she sat down on the catch. “And while I’d love to see you do _my_ chores, I think I have a better idea.”\n\n“And you call me cocky? Well, let’s hear it,” Louise said, lifting a drink to her mouth.\n\n“Whoever looses has to be the winner’s sex slave for the weekend,” Beatrice declared.\n\nLouise almost spit out her drink. “Are you serious?”\n\n“Deadly serious. Work was a bitch this week, and I really need to blow off some steam. Besides, we’ve got nothing else to do this weekend. Domming you sounds like it’d just hit the spot,” Beatrice lied. Both girls were switches, and had both orgasmed as both a dom and a sub too many times to count. But truth be told, Beatrice always had more powerful orgasms as a sub. She knew how Louise would get, and taking Beatrice down a peg would make her all the better dom.\n\n“I’m game,” Louise said, starting up Smash, “but be warned, I won’t go easy on you.” Well, Louise wasn’t lying. She wouldn’t go easy, but she would throw. “But I want to add a little something. Whoever wins a round gets to do something to the loser, and we play best of three.”\n\n“Deal,” Beatrice said, extending her hand for the deal-sealing handshake. Louise responded the same, and their bet was official.\n\n(End of Part 1.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Once a year the town had a Day of Swans. Single ladies would disguise themselves in exotic masks and walk down the streets, inviting the rest of the town to shag them.
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"content": "Selena donned her feathered mask. Her dark brown hair hung loose and free over her shoulders as opposed to her usual habit of tying it up neatly like most women in the village. Her mother had made her dress for her, she'd insisted that the skirt couldn't be any longer, hanging loosely off her waist and coming to a stop about halfway down her pale thigh. She'd also been adamant that Selena couldn't wear anything underneath it. She had giddily spouted a stream of ideas as she designed the mask and cut the cheap material for the dress. \"You don't want to use good cloth, it'll only be ruined anyway. Once the men see you in this they won't be able to help themselves!\" Her mother had squealed and then had her stand so she could get some measurements. Now Selena stood before a small mirror, inspecting the white mask that covered the top half of her face. Though she obviously looked different with her hair down and much of her face obscured by feathers, she was pretty sure anyone who knew her would still recognise her. If the purpose of the Day of Swans was to push young women to get married, then it was working. Selena had turned eighteen only two months before and she had been dreading this day since.\n\nThe dress was also white and above the loose, short skirt, it covered her front almost completely, a strip of fabric tied around her neck at the collar to keep it up, leaving only her shoulders visible, sort of like her father's overalls. This meant there was no back on the dress however, the fabric stopping after the skirt and leaving a her bare skin exposed.\n\nTrying in vain to tug the hem of her skirt just a little lower, Selena walked out into the main hall. Her mother clapped. \"Oh she's lovely! Isn't she lovely Louis?\" Her father grunted noncommittally. He didn't look in her direction. \"Exactly like I was at her age. Exactly the same!\" Her mother continued. Selena got the distinct impression she was attempting to live vicariously through her pretty daughter now that she was of legal age and going out to join the parade.\n\nEvery town and village in their part of the country had a \"Day of Swans\" or a \"Bird Day\" or a \"Swan Night.\" In some, it was a game where the men had to chase and catch the unmarried women but here it was more of a disorganised procession through the town. Selena was bustled to the door by her mother and urged out into the daylight.\n\nShe looked innocent despite her provocative dress, her pale legs were unused to the sun and her soft thighs rubbed against each other tantalisingly as she took uncertain steps forward into the street were other young women were rambling by. The men were out at the sides of the street whistling and shouting. None of them had grabbed a woman off the road yet but it wouldn't be long. Selena squirmed as she felt a gentle breeze flutter the skirt of her cheap dress and remind her how much of her skin was exposed to the open air. She felt a few sets of eyes latch on to her, scrutinising every detail of her barely legal body as she took hurried steps with her head bowed to join the procession. Strands of her long, dark brown hair blew freely in the wind as she glanced around. She was the newest addition but there were others. She saw a tall, unashamed woman with flowing blonde hair and a tight dress that wrapped around her in a single strapless sheet. Even with the mask Selena knew that was Joanna. No one else had hair like that or that kind of confidence. Joanna was two years older than Selena and growing up, Selena may have had just the tiniest crush on the older girl, looking up to the beautiful miller's daughter.\n\nSelena straightened slightly and tried to emulate some of Joanna's confidence. The men lining the streets had big, stupid grins on their faces. The short procession would end at the pub but she would probably be waylaid and be asked to step through the doorways of one or more of the shops on the way, only to continue on a minute later with her dress torn or her knees red. Selena watched as a short brunette in a simple shift, Alice most likely, was called over by a forty year old labourer with a half a bottle of wine who had her get down and let him pump his cock in and out of her mouth a few times while he laughed merrily and his friends egged him on. As it occurred to her why most of the masks did not obstruct the lips, Selena looked away, she didn't want to see her friend like that, she-\n\nSelena felt a firm hand on her arm and she looked up slowly, fear in the gorgeous blue eyes that peered from behind the feathered mask to see who had stopped her. The big bearded man was the butcher who lived and worked only down the street from her family. She had been passing by his shop when he had reached out to lay claim to her. More importantly, Paul the butcher was Selena's dad's best friend since childhood and she'd been raised to call him \"Uncle\" even though they shared no blood.\n\n\"C'mere\" The heavy-set man she had known all her life dragged her by the hand through the open door of his shop. the other men looked at him enviously. Selena was the new meat so to speak, a fresh faced, innocent young maiden that had only just become available. The daughter of the Le Roux household would be much sought after today. Through the large display windows and the door she could still see the street where a tanned, petite, tomboyish girl she often saw in the fields was screaming loudly while being bounced on some shepherd's dick. She clutched at her mask to keep it from slipping away from her eyes as she was pounded."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sarah is a motivational speaker for female empowerment + body positivity, giving TED talks about how women can learn to embrace who they truly are by shedding their clothes at every opportunity. Which she then does as she talks, holding the audience in the palm of her hand the entire time.
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"content": "The line to get into \"The Science and Sociology of Female Naturism\" stretched down the hall, and it was becoming apparent that there wouldn't be enough seats in the auditorium to fit the whole crowd. No surprise, really. Sarah Ostenberg was a superstar these days, with her multiple best-selling books, frequent TV apperances, and prestigious awards.\n\nSarah established herself as a scientific researcher, but for the past few years spent most of her time writing and speaking on the topic of naturism, or public nudity, from a feminist perspective. Her research had established positive mental and psychological effects of nudity, particularly in women. Now, she sought to spread the word and convince women -- and society -- to fully embrace nudity.\n\nAs the crowd settled in, Sarah emerged from backstage and tapped the mic, wearing a modest pantsuit, heels, and red-framed glasses. Her good looks certainly aided her advocacy -- her luscious blonde hair, slender figure, and radiant smile made her easy to put on TV. \"Thanks everyone for being here this afternoon. My name is Dr. Sarah Ostenberg, and today we'll be discussing female naturism and its health benefits.\"\n\nSarah clicked through her first slides, delivering her well-rehearsed talk... how the fashion industry contributes to low self-esteem and body dysmorphia... how neural feedback rewards nudity via release of serotonin... all captivating stuff. Her most recent work covered the societal aspects of nudity, arguing that a \"critical mass\" of nudity was needed to normalize it and fully unlock its psychological benefits.\n\nJust as she clicked on to slide 25, tech disaster struck and the projector went dark. A hushed murmur went over the crowd as the IT staff rushed into action, poking at cables and frantically tapping on keyboards. Sarah laughed nervously, awkwardly pausing to let the tech staff do their jobs. Two minutes passed with no sign of progress when Sarah grabbed the microphone. \"You know what? I'll just show you.\" The crowd applauded, and the IT guys shrugged as they left the stage.\n\n\"It's fascinating. Every piece of clothing you wear has an effect on how you view yourself. Just shedding a single item of clothing can have immediate benefits.\" She paused and unbuttoned her jacket, tossing it over the podium. \"See, I feel better already.\"\n\nShe kicked off her heels. \"Your body reacts in a few different subtle ways. The combination of the tactile sensation of air on skin, and a re-ordering of your brain's proprioception, immediately trigger a serotonin release.\"\n\nShe paused to unzip her skirt. \"Now, look, I know for many of you this isn't easy. Society expects you to be clothed. Clothing represses sexuality, and sexuality is considered indecent.\" She pulled her skirt down past her knees and stepped out. \"But sexuality is normal, natural, and inside of all of us at all times. Its repression is the real problem.\"\n\nThe audience was captivated. \"By releasing our bodies from clothing, we release our minds the prison of body phobia. Bodies of all shapes and sizes become normal, natural, visible, and beautiful.\" She lifted her blouse up over her head and tossed her hair from side to side. \"And yes, sex is a part of that. You might be attracted to me right now, you might even find this erotic. That's okay. Embrace it. Feel that energy, and use it love yourself as well.\"\n\nDown to her bra and panties, Sarah paused for dramatic effect. \"Before we go further, I need your help to make this a community. I want someone who's never been nude in public to volunteer.\" The crowd stirred, and after a few seconds a hand shot up in the fourth row. \"Yes! You! What's your name?\"\n\nThe woman, a perky brunette in her mid-20s, stood up, grinned and called back \"Tessa!\"\n\n\"Tessa, I want you to show this wonderful crowd your body as nature intended it to be seen.\"\n\nTessa hesitated, her natural shyness gripping her for a moment, before lifting up her shirt and unclasping her bra, her perky breasts tumbling out. She held her shirt awkwardly to her side and stared at Sarah for approval.\n\n\"Ladies, let's show Tessa our love!\" The crowd cheered raucously, and Tessa beamed, tears starting to stream down her face. The applause peaked again as Sarah undid her own bra, revealing her gorgeous chest and teasing the crowd with a little shake from side-to-side. \"Now everyone! Show Tessa what we really look like!\"\n\nA frenzied disrobing commenced, with all articles of clothing flying everywhere. Women hugged, laughed, cried. It was a moving spectacle, the emotional, joyous release overwhelming to witness. Sarah had to yell to be heard over the crowd, calling out to individual women like she was Oprah -- \"YOU'RE beautiful! And YOU'RE beautiful! And YOU'RE beautiful!\"\n\nSarah winked at the IT guy backstage. Everything had gone just like in rehearsal."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You really didn't want to break it to the Cleric and the Barbarian that despite their best efforts to keep it under wraps, you knew they were secretly in a relationship. But if you have to endure another night of hearing their wild late night fucking, you might just barge in and just tell 'em.
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"content": "Kind of a loose interpretation of your prompt but...\n\n***\n\nBes woke up to the fireflies floating above her sleeping nook in the large tree. Her slender elven ears twitching in response to... she frowned. The distant sounds were still easy for her sensitive hearing to spot. She hopped from one tree to the other silently. The rest of the party below remained asleep. \n\n^”Ohmygoddess!”\n\nThe elven archer followed the distant shout. Her bow immediately at the ready for any danger that might lurk in the forest. \n\n^”You’re killing me!!!”\n\nThe cleric’s voice. Her human party member was in trouble. She leapt with balletic grace from one branch to the other at a quickened pace. \n\n^”Ahhhhhhh^hhhhhhh!!”\n\nBes made it to a clearing with an arrow at the ready. Her bowstring was taught, her sharp eye in the viewfinder. She saw the cleric with a green wriggling mass on top of her. \n\nReady. Aim. Fi...\n\nBes put the bow down as she recognized that muscly green ass. It was her fellow party member, the orc barbarian going at it with the cleric again. She was unfortunately familiar with it from the fact he mostly only wore a loincloth that left little to the imagination. \n\nBes spat feeling frustrated. It was the 5th time she had been woken by their late night antics. She was angry yes, but also...\n\n***\n\nThe cleric gasped for air underneath him as he went full siege on her pretty private parts. He could go all night and all day if he wanted to and it frightened her as much as it turned her on. \n\nThe barbarian gave her a moment of reprieve. He had learned a lot about human women in their time together. They couldn’t quite stand the punishment that orc women could. He had of course learned this after their second night when the cleric had passed out from exhaustion after nearly 3 hours of him bludgeoning her to high heaven with his powerful warhammer. \n\n“Pace yourself,” he thought to himself, before grabbing both of her ankles and folding her in half. His emerald dragon glistening as it slid back inside. \n\nAn arrow wizzed past his head. The cleric and barbarian immediately reacted and within moments were up holding their warclub and staff respectively. Sans armor they stood at the ready until he finally bent over and picked up the arrow which had a little note tacked onto it. \n\nHe read the elvish scrawled onto the parchment. \n\n“Can I join in?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Through a mishap, you accidentally insert your soul into a sex doll.
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"content": "*disclaimer: noncon, dollification*\n\nA panic washed over me as I tried to will my body to move to no avail. I couldn't see 'myself' from my current position but by the eye line, I knew I was sitting where the doll had been. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out despite my mouth forming a perfect O to be used. How did this happen?\n\nI heard the door close and excited steps race to the room. In popped my roommate in his green hoodie and dirty jeans returning home from a graveyard shift. He saw the motionless doll sitting on his bed in tight jean shorts and a bra about three sizes too small and grinned like an idiot. I tried to plead for help, but again my silicone body refused to respond. \n\nKevin asked no questions and seemed to not be the least bit curious why his new sex toy was unpacked or where his roommate was. He wasted no time, eagerly shutting the door and stripping his jeans. As his boxer shorts came down his massive 8-inch cock shot up, filling me with a useless dread as I knew what came next. \n\nI felt his hands behind my head as well as his stiff cock enter my permanently open mouth. In and out all 8 inches glided as it pounded the back of my throat. I couldn't protest, plead, cry, or even moan. I was forced to sit and motionlessly take his hard throat fucking like the degraded toy I had become. He stopped abruptly as he came, shooting hot cum into my mouth. \n\nA Gatorade and some recovery later and he was back at it. This time he spread my legs. I tried begging him to stop with wordless motion, but nothing happened. I was his fucktoy now, his slave he didn't even know he had. I felt the massive cock enter me as two rough hands gripped my hips. He fucked his new toy so roughly that it fell off the bed; I felt my butt hit the floor. As he propped me back up he flipped me over to doggy style me. It felt...amazing.\n\nTwo hands wrapped around my silicone tits as my roommate confessed how amazing fucking me felt, how he intended to use me every day, the women I now reminded him of. He called me a slut, a perfect cunt, a fucking amazing toy. A climax had built up and released within me, but the only response I could give it was the act of feeling exploding pleasure from my plastic pussy. Oh God, the more he fucked me the more I felt my mind dimming...\n\n\\--\n\nepilogue: It has been 8 months. A missing person report was filed for me but my body was never found. All of my possessions were sold or donated, and now someone else has moved into my room. I exist now only as a continuous fuckdoll.\n\nIn the time since the event, I've been used endlessly by my roommate turned master. some days he sneaks home from work every couple hours to fill my needy cunt and mouth.\n\nI am in heaven."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After inheriting a big house next to a college for monster girls, it only makes sense to rent out rooms...
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"content": "It’s been almost a year since I started renting out rooms. Most girls have been polite and pay the rent in time. Some may be a bit reluctant to pay but they always end up paying. Even the dragon girls, who are known for being greedy always end up paying. Everyone ends up paying rent except for them. Those two girls have always been troublemakers but since they pay rent I have tolerated them. It’s been two weeks since they should have paid their rent and this time I’m not planning on being a pushover anymore.\n\nI took a deep breath as I started knocking on their door. There was no response. I knew they were in. So I try to open the door. When I open the door instead of the normal room made for two people there’s a seemingly endless hallway. “Not this shit again”. I thought as I closed the door behind me. That room was currently rented by two particular girls: A kitsune and a Tanuki. Not only these girls are extremely mischievous but they are also experts in illusion magic. Thanks to that they can pull out some pretty annoying pranks. They are hated by most if not all the other girls in the house. \n\nI took a few steps into the endless hallway and yelled:\n\n“If you don’t stop this right now both of you are evicted”. \n\nAs soon as I said that the whole world around me started getting fuzzy and after a few seconds I was standing in the middle of the room. Both the kitsune and the tanuki were standing in front of me. Normally they would be grinning to themselves as they gave me fake money but this time they knew I wasn’t putting up with any more of their crap. For the first time ever since I met them they actually seemed worried. \n\n“Payment”. I said. The tanuki and the kitsune started gathering money as quickly as possible and gave it to me.\n\n“I swear if this is fake money-“\n\n“-This time it’s not fake money, I swear!”. The tanuki interrupted nervously. I took the money as they both sighed in relief. I started to calm down as I was counting the money they gave me until I noticed that, while that was most of the money, it was not enough. \n\n“Hey, it’s not enough money”. I said. They both froze in silence.\n\n“Th- there must be another way for us to pay you”. The kitsune said.\n\n“Which is?”. I asked fully expecting them to spout nonsense. They both looked at each other and nodded.\n\n“Our bodies”. She said. I was taken aback a little. I definitely wasn’t expecting that answer. Although, setting their personality apart they were undeniably gorgeous and with a good body. I thought about for a while and ended up agreeing. \n\nThey locked the door started undressing in front of me. The tanuki pulled down my pants and underwear exposing my dick. She started licking and stroking it as the kitsune slowly kneeled down and started doing the same. While the tanuki was busy licking the tip the kitsune was busy licking the base while caressing it with her warm fingers. I never thought they would be this good at sex. It didn’t take much to make me cum. My cum ended up landing mostly on my abdomen which was promptly licked by both of them. The kitsune got on all fours on top of my bed, pointing her ass at me. When I put my dick inside her it felt tighter than expected. Her fluffy tail rubbing against my face. I started thrusting at a steady pace. While it felt good her tail constantly rubbing against my face started becoming more and more annoying. I ended up grabbing it and pulling it a little to the side. The kitsune let out some small yelps in surprise but didn’t seem too bothered at it. Eventually I end up cumming as I pulled out my dick. The tanuki lied on her back and spreaded her legs. I put my dick inside her and start thrusting. I could feel her tail rubbing between my legs. She started wrapping her arms and legs around me as I started thrusting harder. I could feel her hot breath as I was thrusting. After a while she lets go out me as I pull out and cum. I was panting as well as the tanuki.\n\n“So, we “paid” the rent. Right?”. The kitsune said.\n\n“Yes. Next time you better have enough money”. I said. \n\nIt has been months since that happened. The complaints of the other girls about their pranks haven’t stopped at all and they still are their usual self but at least I now have a reason to not kick them out. After that first time we have come to an arrangement: They don’t have to pay as much in exchange for sex whenever I feel to. It seems all of us are satisfied with it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The anticipation was almost the most delicious part. She's been walking around deadly horny for days... Just waiting... When was she finally going to get kidnapped!?
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"content": "Claire unlocked her main door and entered her apartment. She sighed, as another day passed without the event happening. She knew the agreement she signed did not specify a time or date, only that it will happen within the next week, and it has been five days. She had been waiting in anticipation, but she was starting to have doubts, despite a recommendation from her far kinkier friend Zana.\n\nShe kicked off her shoes and sighed again, resigning herself for another night of romancelandia and vibrator. Therefore, she was totally unprepared for the black bag over her head, then the two strong arms that locked her in a bear hug and lifted her off her feet.\n\nShe was about to kick back with all her strength when the speakers inside the bag ordered her to stop, reminding her of the agreement. And the ruffian who held her made no further moves. When the speakers reminded her that should she abort now, there would be no refund, she stopped struggling altogether. After all, this is what she asked for, right? What she could NEVER ask her partner, the nerdy and shy Chance, to do to her... fulfill her kidnap and rape fantasy.\n\nWhen the voice asked her to verbally confirm, with her full name, that she is ready to proceed, she did so. The voice then confirmed her safeword, and reminded her that she should consider herself \"gagged\". She nodded in assent.\n\nThen she felt her being carried, then oofed as the she was draped over the back of the sofa. She can feel his crotch shoved up against her buttocks... but he merely slipped loops of rope around her wrist, and her arms, and she was immobilized from the waist up. She was both dreading and anticipating what is next, yet she couldn't get Chance out of her head... What if it was Chance doing this to her? Yet she knew in her heart Chance could never do it. Besides, this guy smells different... plain Old Spice...\n\nBefore she can contemplate further, she was turned 180, so she is upside down on the sofa, legs in the air, arms in an armbind behind her, head on the seat of the sofa. She knew her crotch is in his direct view, and she's getting wet. And it's visible because she had a skirt on tonight, and her legs are bare now... But he silently added more rope to her legs, tying her calves to her thighs, putting her in a frog-bind.\n\nHe stopped, and she can hear the sound of either scissors or medical shears closing, again and again, that metallic sound sending chills up her spine.\n\nThen she felt the cold metal on her thigh, but merely tracing from the thigh down to her knees and her ankles, first the outside, then the inside. Then it went down the other leg. Then it was one warm and soft finger on one side, versus the hard and cold metal on the other side...\n\nThen three snips, and she was exposed...\n\nShe bucked when a cold breath came across her clit, and she shivered. But one hand held her, and an icy-cold... tongue? Tasted her nether lips. She yelped, but a finger touched her lips, and she silenced herself.\n\nThen the tongue turned warm, even hot... and the sensation was overwhelming, and she moaned in the back of her throat.\n\nThe tongue changed temperature twice more before tasting her clit, and started flicking it, and she dissolved into a boneless quivering mess.\n\nWhen she can finally make a coherent thought, she could hear a familiar buzzing sound of a vibrator, just as it made contact with her clit, even as something intruded on her back entrance... Probably a butt plug... Just as the vibrator drove her to edge of ecstasy, the butt plug pushed a little deeper, then retreated. And she got closer, and closer to the edge, and finally tumbled over... And now the butt plug is in.\n\nShe found herself face up, and the hands ripped her blouse open, and she could hear the buttons popping off. But before she can contemplate how to clean up that mess, her bra was cut away, and her breasts were exposed. Then she felt wax dripping just above her nipples, and she shivered.\n\nThen a different burning sensation passed along the underside of her breasts, and she bucked. It was a while later, when water dripped onto her stomach, that she realized that was an ice cube... But she had no time to think, as a cold mouth and tongue latched onto her nipple and suckled her, while a hot hand manipulated her nipple, squeezing, pinching, touching...\n\nShe barely had time to think when a vibrator hit both her clit and her butt plug and sent her into orbit again.\n\nWhen she finally came down, she found herself face down, kneeling in front of the sofa, torso on the sofa itself, her rear on clear display. And with a pop, the butt plug came out. And she can feel his fingers massaging her anal muscles.\n\nShe's about to give up her anal v-card, to a man who already gave her 3 orgasms tonight, in the span of only a few minutes. She can smell his pre-come and there was a hint of recognition, but she was too blissed to notice...\n\nAnd she can feel him lined up, with just a little pressure... and then he's in. And she heard him grunt. (Just like Chance)\n\nThen he started thrusting. Very slowly, very shallow, but as she started to moan, he picked up speed and thrust deeper. She can feel his balls slamming into her on each stroke...\n\nThen a vibrator touched her clit, and her brain overloaded. She vaguely remembered squeezing involuntarily, and that feeling of warmth inside her... She may have heard \"Oh Claire...\" but that can't possibly be Chance's voice...\n\n\\-----\n\nWhen she woke up, she was in her bed, naked, undercover, just as Zana walked in with a tray of food.\n\n\"So how was it, girlfriend?\"\n\nClaire sat up excitedly, \"It... it was fantastic! I never knew I could come that many times or that hard!\"\n\nZana grinned mischievously. \"Great!\"\n\nClaire frowned, \"Okay, what's going on?\"\n\n\"Well, want to meet the guy?\"\n\n\"What? Uh? No! Maybe?! I have no idea! Where are my clothes? WHERE ARE THEY!?\" Claire started to panic. \n\nZana just chuckled.\n\nThen Chance walked in with a duffle bag.\n\nClaire was so surprised, she fell off her bed, her eyes bugging out of her head. Then she realized what Zana really meant. She barely squeaked out... \"You...?\"\n\nChance just pulled out a bundle of rope from the duffle bag, wiggled it, and smiled. Claire's face went beet red. Then she nabbed a pillow and threw it at Zana, when she realized Zana just took a photo of her shocked expression. Both girls went into a fit of giggles, and Chance just stood there, head cocked to one side, waiting for them to catch their breath, and for Claire to put a robe on.\n\nThe three had a chat about kink, and eventually, the discussion turned to techniques, which is when Chance revealed that he had a Thermos of ice water and a Thermos of warm water that he would swish his mouth in for the oral techniques. The toys are actually from Claire's own collection. Then Zana begged off because it is getting REALLY late.\n\nNow alone with Chance, Claire wondered why she never knew Chance was kinky. But then, Chance never knew she was kinky either, right? It took a mutual friend to see through them both, and matched them.\n\nChance beckoned her over, and she sat on his lap and curled into his embrace. Both are contemplating what his encounter meant in their relationship... and how much further they can take this now that they know they are also kink compatible. Rest assured, they both have very active imaginations."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On your wedding night, your new spouse comes clean about a curse that was laid on them. You demonstrate your love for them despite the curse.
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"content": "This was not the first time Lena lay naked and slightly warm in my arms. This is when I would be scooping a fingertip smearing of my creampie and holding it just far enough from her greedy tongue until she'd grab my wrist and wrap her lips around my digit and give me a preview of the fellatio that would undoubtedly follow in 15-20 minutes. Not this time, two pillows lay crushed under Lena's ample buttocks, keeping my first nut as her husband secure within her. She felt a little tense, like her back was spring loaded and she didn't want to rest her head completely on my arm. Very unusual.\n\n\"I...have a confession to make...\" her tiny voice almost squeaked from under my chin. I pressed my forehead to hers and held her close by her neck. \"What sweetiekins?\" I asked, \"Speak up, I love you.\"\n\n\"I'm......four fucking hundred years old. My real name is Elenora DiMatteo-Santos. I was cursed on my 22nd birthday....in 1620 ....to immortality.\" She closed her eyes, \"I wrongly accused Agnes of being a witch because she was betrothed to Estefan, the blacksmith's second born, who I had sworn myself to. Well, it turned out she was one, but I didn't know it when I accused her. She was none too pleased about it. They made her suffer for 30 days before they finally burned her. She sought me out in the crowd when they tied her to the stake, she barely finished the incantation of the curse right before the screaming began......\" She was hyperventilating, her face was flushed, pupils fully dilated. Like she'd seen a ghost.\n\n\"Lucky for you, I have a thing for older women.\" I said quickly, before the urge to question set in. I saw the raw anguish on her face, we had dated long enough for me to know this was bad. Really fucking bad. I realized those pictures of her mom she'd shown me were really of hers, with an older husband. Before she'd moved to this country. No, I couldn't relate to her experience in 1620, I'd done some dumb shit when I was 22, who was I to judge? \n\nWas she sad because she would outlive me? I tried humor, she liked that, \"And if you're into being punished for being such an evil little girly.....then I believe we'll need some clothespins.....and I have some LAN cable I can use as a riding crop.......\" I pinched her nipple as I said that, twisting it a little.\n\nShe shook her head but didn't push my hand away from her tit, a solitary tear rolled down the side of her face. \"My curse can only be lifted only if my one true love makes me his bride and I stay his between two full moons. I've had 510 marriages that have lasted a fortnight and I haven't aged a day since 1620. I loved many of those men, and many loved me back. Never at the same time. Not until now. I...I think you are the one, Jake.\" I tried to speak the obvious, we didn't need to be married to live together. She put a finger on my lips, \"In two weeks I'll turn into a dessicated husk and this will all be over. I've wanted this for so long. I'm so....sorry. And thank you.....you don't know how much loss and regret such a long life brings.\"\n\nI did love her unconditionally and completely. I felt so profoundly empty I hugged her so she wouldn't see my eyes. I bit my lip, promising myself the sweet oblivion of expensive alcohol and purposelessness once she was gone. I had been broken, but the cracks would have to wait a little longer. \"I want you to go out with the best fucking honeymoon you've ever had, baby. Sell your car....let's go someplace quiet and fuck and love and talk and cry and watch shitty movies and smoke cigars until it's lights out, huh? Go out with a bang. And write me signed attestation when you leave.....the first man in over 500 to fuck me so good I turned into bone dust. I'm going to a talk show with this story and flashing my number on screen. I'll be drowning in pussy before I get home from the studio set.\"\n\nIt didn't help. I was crying, and she was as well, but also trying hard to suppress a laugh. I contorted my face into a smile, I didn't want to contemplate the profoundness of her suffering, or my own sense of loss. She smiled back, her own struggle to get back to the wedding night and making the most of scarce time apparent on her face, \"I'm going to cry a little, take a break and then fuck you so good for the next two weeks you won't be able to cum unless you've got the urn containing my ashes next to your bed.\" We squeezed each other tight as the sobs racked our bodies and yet we laughed. No wonder I fucking loved this woman."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're an alien queen who has recently took power from your vile mother. Your first step in setting yourself apart from here xenophobic purges is taking that human POW stud as a drone.
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"content": "\"Ze prisoner is here, your majesty.\"\n\n\"You may leave now,\" Queen Shamilaxa said without turning around. \n\n\"Your majesty?\"\n\n\"Leave!\" She hissed in warning. \n\nThe two guards retreated immediately. They knew of her temper and the sharpness of her claws. After all, they were there when Shamilaxa disemboweled her own mother to ascend to the throne. \n\nShe did not turn around until the door swished closed. \n\nShe examined the human before him. As per the empire's tradition, he was offered minimal clothing, for the Singea only wear an ornamental necklace for rank and position, and a loincloth for \"modesty\", when they found humans cannot help but to look down. The human is shorter, but then, the Singea were very tall by human standards, usually 8 ft when fully erect, with feline-like features and eyes. This human however, seems to be quite muscular for his size, and did NOT look down. instead, he look her in the eye, not in challenge, but in assessment. \n\nShe gestured toward one of the human chairs, and spoke to her translator unit, which spoke. \"Please take chair\"\n\nHe sat, but kept looking at her. He is not intimidated by her, unlike most humans. Good, that would work into her plan, if he would accept it. \n\nShe moved over and lowered herself, with feline grace, into a sitting position across from him. She has not detected any scent of fear either, just general caution and weariness. She swished her tail slightly. His eyes glanced away for a second, but back to hers. Light blue eyes, what a fascinating eye color. All Singean eyes are dark, in various shades of yellow or orange. \n\n\"Your designation.\"\n\n\"Admiral Johann Hulbertson, Terran Space Forces. Serial Number 189...\"\n\n\"Stop. This. Not. Interrogatory.\"\n\n\"You mean this is not an interrogation? (interrogatory)\"\n\nThe queen nodded slowly, a gesture she had to learn. \n\n\"Who are you, and why am I here? (interrogatory)\" The human asked. \n\n\"I answer. You answer. Affirmative?\" \n\nHuman nodded. \n\n\"I Majesty Queen Shamilaxa Singea Empire. I need help.\"\n\nHuman's face contorted slightly, but only for a moment. He waved his hand, then realized something, and verbally added. \"Continue. (Declarative)\"\n\n\"I new Majesty Queen. Old Majesty Queen deceased. My Hand.\"\n\nThe human made the face distort again, \"You killed the old queen?\"\n\n\"Affirmative. Old Queen my biological antecedent.\"\n\n\"You killed your own mother? (Surprise)\"\n\n\\*Mother -- human term for female biological antecedent\\*\n\n\"Affirmative.\"\n\nHuman's mouth moved, but no sound came out. After a moment, he finally said, \"Please continue (polite declarative)\". \n\n\"I stop attack. You help me. \"\n\n\"You will stop attack Earth. What do you need my help for? (interrogatory).\"\n\n\"Show peace. Be my consort.\"\n\n\"Be your consort... Did you... just propose to me? (interrogatory, surprise)\"\n\n\\*Propose -- human term for initiation of mating bond, usually initiated by male to female\\*\n\n\"Affirmative. You be my consort. Confirm?\"\n\n\"Then you will stop attacking Earth? (Doubt, interrogatory)\"\n\n\"Attack stopped. You, no consort, attack start. I need consort. Immediate. \"\n\n\"You need a consort, and if I agree, you will stop attacking Earth. But I don't understand. Why me? Why not one of your males?\"\n\nShamilaxa struggled to explain with the limited vocabulary of the translator, \"Singea male small stupid. Smaller you. No strong. Singea female strong. Need strong male. You leader of Earth. You strong. Good equation.\"\n\n\"So you're saying that your males are pretty pathetic losers, and you think someone like me, representing Earth, is a better match.\"\n\n\"Affirmative.\"\n\n\"Will there be a ceremony? (Interrogatory)\"\n\n\"You best me. Immediate.\"\n\n\"I have to beat you now in combat? (interrogatory)\"\n\n\"Nude combat.\"\n\n\"I am pretty sure you mean unarmed combat. No weapons? (Interrogatory)\"\n\n\"Affirmative.\"\n\n\"What about the claws? (interrogatory)\"\n\nShamilaxa was confused as the translator failed to produce any words. So the humans gestured with his appendage, then Shamilaxa understood. \n\n\"No claws.\"\n\n\"What about guards? (interrogatory)\"\n\nThis time human pointed to the door, and she understood. \n\n\"No guards. \" She pushed a button, and the lights above the door turned red. \n\nThe human breathed deeply, then replied, \"Any rules? (Interrogatory)\"\n\n\"No blood. You immobilize me for 3.1 <chirp> seconds you win. I immobilize you for 3.1 <chirp> seconds, you lose. Maybe I like you lose.\"\n\n\"Okay, the objective is to pin the other for 3.1 seconds. The fight continues until there is a winner. And you may still like me if I lose.\" Human made strange sound of \"hehehe\". \n\n\"Affirmative. Warning, human. No Queen lose consort mating fight for 2000 turns.\"\n\n\"Please begin. (declarative)\"\n\nJohann quickly got up from the chair and backed up 3 steps, now beyond the immediate reach of the Queen, who went to all fours and hissed like the large cat she resembled. \n\nThen she charged. \n\nBut Johann wasn't there anymore. She was fast, but he was somehow faster and side-stepped her charge. \n\nShe twisted so she landed already turned 180 and leaped again, but somehow, he side-stepped her again. \n\nShe hissed again in excitement. This is a worthy opponent and consort! \n\nShe lept again, expecting him to step aside again, but this time he did something completely unexpected. \n\nHe grabbed her in mid-leap and body-slammed her to the floor. For a moment, she saw stars. Then she found herself on her back, her limbs immobilized by his arms and his weight!\n\nA moment passed. Then two. \n\nThen he released her and stepped back, allowing her up. \n\nThey both know who the winner was today. \n\n\"You good, consort.\"\n\n\"Shall we do it again sometime soon, my Queen? (Interrogatory)\"\n\nShamilaxa purred in anticipation, \"You return, Consort. Show humans Shigea stop war. They stop war. You return.\"\n\nJohann nodded. \n\nShamilaxa pressed the button to unlock the door and summon the guards, \"This human is now my royal consort. Take him to get his human clothing back, then arrange him a shuttle to travel to Earth anywhere he wants, and follow his orders as if it is my own. Understood?\"\n\n\"Yes, Your majesty.\"\n\n\"Goodbye, Consort Johann.\"\n\n\"See you later, my Queen. Oh, may I have the translator? I will bring you an improved version. As you know, human techs are very... inventive.\"\n\n\"Yes, go. And return to me.\"\n\n\"Later, my Queen.\"\n\nShamilaxa relaxed slightly once Johann had left. She had used her special phremones for mating when he held her down, but she was not sure if it had worked on Johann. It seems to have entranced him like it did with the Singea males though..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) After finding a certain kind of hentai on her computer, he decides to give his older sister the opportunity to act our her fantasies.
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"content": "Ryan couldn't land on one specific feeling. A rushing wave of emotions crashed through his brain. As his blue peepers absorbed the image on screen, he felt an amalgam of conflicting and complementing sensations.\n\nAmusement that his kind and responsible older sister was into this sort of thing. The thrill of discovering someone else's dark secret. The silent titillation of witnessing debaucherous content all by his lonesome. The sinking, stomach-burning shock of a morbid realization. And a tinge of pride and flattery.\n\nUpon the screen he could not yet tear his eyes from, an animated video of a pornographic nature. A man with dark brown hair that hid away his eyes, and his partner a curvaceous woman with long, colorful hair. Small words lay upon the lower reaches of the screen, dialogue no doubt. But the contents of the character's speech are what truly shocked Ryan.\n\nBrother. Sister. Repeated in another language throughout the video's runtime as the two characters reveled in flashy, exaggerated coitus. The woman hovering atop the man with her futanari erection pressed against that of her brother character.\n\nA ding rang out, which startled Ryan nearly to death. He panicked, frantically clicking the pause button to no avail, missing it several times before he ultimately slammed the laptop shut, in hopes it would pause all functions. It did. In his relief, Ryan recognized the ding as his phone's notification sound. A text from a contact.\n\n\"find my txtbook yet, ryu :3 ?\" It read, from a conversation with Naomi. Ryan's sister. Her preferred name over her birth name Natalie. Ryu was the nickname for her beloved brother.\n\n\"yea 1 sec\" Ryan responded before tossing his head around for entire reason he entered his sister's room in the first place. To retrieve Naomi's textbook. A college-level biology book with some stock pictures of suited men and women and some minimalist modern graphic and title design.\n\nRyan was returned to reality, and reminded of his sibling's more public attributes. The thought of her becoming a successful respected dietitian clashed with his recent discovery. Needless to say, his upcoming interaction with her was going to be awkward.\n\n\"Thanks, Ryu.\" Naomi smiled warmly, clad in a tank-top that struggled to contain her massive mounds, and a slim pair of yoga pants that hugged every section of her lower body, including the bulge situated between her legs. Her dark ginger hair was pinned up high, and her side-swept bangs framed her gorgeously youthful face. She looked over Ryu with her golden peepers, and tilted her head to the side. She noticed his cheeks and ears were flushed red.\n\n\"You alright, lil' bro?\" She placed the black of her palm upon his forehead. She was puzzled. \"No fever...\"\n\n\"I'm fine, its just a bit hot in your room. Really oughta open a window or something.\" He scoffed, handing her the book before meandering over towards the couch while messing with his phone.\n\nA couple blinks and smidgen of confusion was all Naomi could spare before academic pursuits beckoned her back to a neat little impromptu workstation she set up upon the living room coffee table. Books and papers all surrounded a tablet that was propped up by a stand aimed towards her invigorating smile.\n\nFor several minutes, delving into a couple of hours, she talked away with fellow students and professors that had all joined into a conference call. Naomi scribbled upon papers, flipped through pages, and red aloud essays all through the duration. Her confident and hopeful smile never leaving her mouth.\n\nTime passed and the day slowly morphed into night. The realm in between, the low red glow of dusk flooded their household. Ryan had drifted off into sleep at some point, evident by his sudden awakening with headphones still within his ears.\n\nTaking a peek around, he noticed Naomi had followed suit. She was sprawled out across the other sofa, breasts rising and falling gingerly as air passed through her lungs. He noticed the prominent outline of her cock tenting against the fabric of her yoga pants, a sight which immediately brought thoughts of that video to his mind, only with him and and his sister in the places of fictional characters.\n\nA debate raged within his mind. Was the video some sort of signal, an okay sign? Would she desire her own brother? IS he just reading too far into her fantasy. He felt his tool too grow stiff and energetic. Nothing but sex and lewd scenarios polluted his mind. Small rafts of rationality drowned within the ocean of sexually charged thoughts. His lust and hormones were piloting this ship.\n\nRyan slowly lifted off of the couch and casually strides over to his sleeping sister. As she dreamed and breathed softly, Ryan clutched the hem of her yoga pants and slowly slid them away. As he had suspected earlier, she wore nothing underneath those pants. That thin stretchy material was the only thing between her lengthy erection the and world. With a nervous gulp, the younger of the two slid out of his clothing. Away went his jeans, his hoodie, and boxers.\n\nHis cock pressed against hers. Naomi's cock stood longer and wider by a solid inch.\n\n\"Damn she's big...\" Ryan remarked quietly before stroking them both with one hand. He looked the rest of her over, admiring every inch of her subtle sporty tan. How her slightly lighter original skin tone peaked out from under her tank-top. It was an incidental tan, a very small change in color that only one as currently analytical as Ryan was could spot.\n\nHe pushed up the loose make of her tank top to reveal her giant breasts. Each one passing the size volume of a cantaloupe. Her brother had always marveled at her beauty, her delicious proportions, and now he was finally up close and personal.\n\nHovering over her cock, he prodded his own backside with the tip of her stoic erection. He slowly lowered his back, impaling himself upon her welcoming meat rod as it split his anal walls apart. He groaned and grunted at the sheer girth of her entry, and yet somehow managed to touch down upon her waist and cloak her entire shaft within his asshole. An act that left Ryan panting and Naomi wide-eyed and blushing.\n\n*To be continued...?*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) Since his divorce with his wife, John secretly became a regular at the gloryhole. John's daughter Chloe however, lost a bet with her friends and now has to service men in the gloryhole. It just so happens that they don't know that they are in the opposite sides of the wall.
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"content": "The town's worst kept secret is the 'suck shack'. The cluster of gloryholes in the basement of Mike's had been around every since John was a kid, and nobody could really remember how the tradition got started. Every night, between the hours of 6, and 10, you could go down there, and get your dick sucked, (and sometimes more), by an anonymous stranger, free of charge, and guaranteed STD free. Where did Mike get the girls? Nobody really knew, if you asked him directly, he'd deny it, unless he was drunk, in which case he'd just say, \"They're all legal. They're all volunteers. Most of them aren't paid, the ones that are, aren't by me.\", and that was all that anybody knew for sure. The cops had raided the place once, but when it turned out that the Sherriff himself was a regular patron, they agreed to leave it alone from then onwards. John had been a regular patron of Mike's (the upstairs, legitimate portion of his business), for his entire adult life. It was a fun place. The beer was good, the food was great, the waitresses were friendly, and the clientele always treated them with respect, lest they lose their \"downstairs privilege\", but the downstairs had been off limits to him ever since he met Grace. He didn't regret his marriage to her, she was a good friend, a good wife, and a good mother, and he'd put as many bricks in the wall between them as she had, but by the end shit had gotten so ugly that today he can't stand the sight of her. He only went by her place to see Chloe, and soon enough she'd've moved out, and he wouldn't even need to see her then. He had no intentions of getting back in the dating game, but a man has needs. Six months divorced, five months since his return to the subterranean establishment, and in that time he hadn't missed a fucking day. Every night some sweet young thing was sucking his soul out, and leaving him feeling like he'd died, gone to heaven, and died again. He thought about taking a break tonight, and letting his body recover, but he was thinking with his dick, and it was going to fuck up his life forever. \n\nChloe was a nice girl. Smart, hard-working, a tad introverted, but always well-liked when she did socialize, and she was also kinky as all hell. She'd gotten a suction-cup dildo at sixteen, and practiced fellating it, while fucking herself almost every night for the 3 years since then. Her friends didn't know that about her, but they'd find out soon. Despite her inclinations though, she was a virgin. She'd just never met a guy who: a)Could keep up with her, and b)wasn't a massive fucking asshole. She'd played around with some of her female friends, but she didn't think what they had done counted as sex, (though many of them disagreed). About two months before she was ready to move out, and go to College, her and three of her friends decided to sneak out and have a few drinks, \"What's the harm? We're adults, right?\", and after her third shot, it just slipped out, that she'd never actuallly seen a dick in person. Her friends thought that was hilarious, and dared her to try something super kinky. They told her that some of the local sorority girls had a system whereby they had to take turns sucking off random guys in this one basement, and whoever pulled the most nights by the end of the year won a special prize. Pledges sometimes did it too, to prove their devotion to their new sisterhood. They were sure that they'd be all too happy to let her join the fun for the night. She feigned disgust at the idea, but in truth her panties were drenched at the thought of so many anonymous men having their way with her, without her even knowing their faces. And the thought of getting her oral fixation fix, without having to deal with the baggage of the man getting clingy, or abusive was perfect. She agreed after ten minutes, then went to the bathroom, to put on her special lipstick, that she only used while \"Practicing\".\n\nChloe's friends led her down the staircase, in the yoga parlour, (\"Weird place, for this, right?\"), and through the underground tunnel beneath it, in to the basement of the next building over. It was surprisingly luxurious, those sorority girls must've spent forever sprucing the place up. The floor was carpeted, with soft, blood-red plush, the walls were lit with ambient lamps, there was an L couch for girls taking a break, two sinks for washing yourself off, and and even a mini fridge with drinks and snacks. She might have to come back later. \"You can go to booth four\" the friendly woman at the door said. The whole thing was bizarrely professional. She stepped inside the boot, (more like a toilet stall, but clean), and saw that the inside was actually quite comfortable. There was a cushioned prayer bench, for kneeling, a retractable, cushioned seat, that lowered form the door, and the glory hole itself was covered by a socket that only unlocked from the girl's side. It could also be moved up or down the wall to her convenience, as it was placed on a separate slit, that dug deeper in to the ground, and up above the ceiling,, to deal with different heights of different patrons. She liked this place. \"When you're ready, just unscrew the socket, dear.\" the woman called through, from behind the door. She was ready. She opened it, and her first cock stuck through.\n\nJohn walked down the stairs in to the basement. It was clean, but nothing to write home about. Plain brick-and-mortar walls, with the staircase on one side, and a wooden wall on the other, concealing the girls behind it. Six doors were carved in to the wall. Each of them had a light above. Green for \"girl available\", red for \"Male-Occupied\", Blue for \"Empty on both sides\". Three red, two blue, so booth four it is. He stepped inside, locked the door behind him, the luminescent light in the ceiling automatically turning on as he did so. He adjusted the black circle on the wall to his height, unzipped his jeans, and waited. He heard the girl make the click, and without even looking, he shoved it through to her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After an accident that left both her arms in full casts, Lisa's shy best friend Alex agrees to move in to take care of her until she recovers.
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"content": "Lisa let out a soft moan, \"Uhn... careful... It's sensitive.\" Almost letting her arms drop, she positioned them stiffly above her head not to get her cast wet.\n\n\"Oh I'm sorry!\" Alex quickly moved away her hands from Lisa's chest and blushed, hard. Her face flushed full on red, as her glasses fogged over. She leaned out of the large shower cleared her vision.\n\nIt was a strange predicament for both of them. Being child hood friends the two have known each other for many years, but this is the first time Alex has ever seen her fully nude. The closest time before that being when her top fell off at the lake.\n\n\"Alex?\"\n\n\"Y-yes\"\n\n\"I think you'll need to get in here with me, to clean me off properly.\"\n\nAlex blushed again, \"Well, I don't... Only if you close your eyes!\"\n\nLisa closed her eyes and looked away, \"I won't look.\"\n\n\"Promise?\" \n\n\"I promise, now hurry I don't want to be holding up my arms all day.\"\n\nAlex took a deep breath and sighed. Slowly taking off her shirt revealed the small cleavage between a cute, white lace bra which came off next. Then her shorts and finally the matching set of panties. Twirling her fingers around the band and pulling down she noticed something strange.\n\n*Am I wet?* Peeling down the panties she felt it cling and slowly come off. Then she looked. *Oh my god, I'm wet.* She looked at Lisa, her wet dark hair fell down her back as the water came down and passed over her large breasts. The curves of her bottom accentuated by sitting on the stool. *It's just a coincidence right, there's no way-.*\n\n\"Hurry Alex, my arms are getting tired.\" Lisa called out noticeably shaking. \n\n\"Oh!\" Alex responded and immediately dropped her train of thought before setting aside her glasses on the counter. Alex entered the shower and closed the glass door. \"I'm here sorry.\"\n\nLisa sighed and Alex moved in place behind Lisa. Then she began to rinse Lisa's hair before applying shampoo and scrubbing her scalp.\n\n\"That feels good, it almost feels like a massage,\" Lisa said while giggling.\n\n\"Just keep your eyes closed ok?\"\n\n\"Mmm... OK!\" Lisa giggled again.\n\nFinishing with her hair Alex grabbed the wash cloth, applied soap, and attended to Lisa. Starting below the cast she began to scrub her left arm and down into her pit. Lisa laughed softly as Alex passed over and went over Lisa's collar bone. \n\n*Her skin is smooth and fair. I've never touched anyone this soft.* Alex let her hands linger around Lisa's neck for a while and took her time cleaning her neck. Lifting Lisa's head back to clean under the neck she felt Lisa's hair and head touch her breasts. *That feels... nice.* \n\n\"You ok there Alex?\" Lisa said this looking up with her eyes open and blinked slowly.\n\n\"Ahh! I told you to keep your eyes shut!\" Alex jolted out to tilt Lisa's head forwards knocking her off balance.\n\n\"Whoa, Alex!\" Lisa called out slowly falling over. \n\nImmediately Alex reached out around Lisa and caught her by her boobs.\n\n\"Ah-ah I'm sorry.\" Alex said while still holding onto Lisa.\n\nGetting sturdy back on the stool, Lisa spoke, \"Then, then, you can let go now!\"\n\nLetting go, Alex backed away and tried to clear her mind. After all how could she continue, she just groped her best friend. Looking down at her hands, she started thinking about how soft Lisa's breasts were. They were plump and shaped to her hands. They were warm and the tickle of Lisa's large nipples felt soothing in the her palms. Alex slowly opened and closed her hands as if she were fondling them again, then felt a warm droplet. \n\n*Huh, is that blood?* She touched her nose and pulled away revealing red on the back of her hand.\n\n\"Ahhh!\" Alex shrieked out, \"I have a nose bleed!\"\n\n\"Alex! My arms are hurting turn off the water.\"\n\n\"I, I,\" Alex went to turn off the water, looked back to Lisa, then slowly fainted. \n\n\\-\n\nPart1 complete, I will write more later."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cowgirl makes more milk than she knows what to do with. Her roommate has some ideas though...
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"content": "[Visual aid for the story, if'n you want to see it.](https://i.imgur.com/LW1f0yA.png)\n\n=Part 1=\n\nHera cradled her swelling, full breasts as their nipples tent under even her thick open-shoulder sweater. The freckles upon her pale cheeks highlighted by blush. She can't focus on anything else. Games? No luck. Magazines? Nope. Not even her phone and its access to infinite knowledge could distract her from the intense sensation burning within her.\n\nNo other way to cut it. She needed to be milked. And fast. But she hated the machines.\n\nShe shared her predicament with her roommate through text messages, as she was out and about in the town, or perhaps attending classes? Who knows. She was always an active one. As apposed to the demure, sheepish Hera.\n\nA beep upon the holstaur's phone. She tapped the screen to reveal her roommate's advice.\n\n\"That cute ag tech boy you like is there today!! Why not ask him for a little one on one?\" Was the message she received, complete with emoticons.\n\nHera pondered. The ranch she lived on partnered with a demi-human agriculture college course, an effort to fortify relations between human and holstaur, to teach young farmers about these creatures once thought to be mere myth. Much like humanity's relations with the canid kobolds, there was a great foundation between them.\n\nHer mind centered upon the young freshman student she met last year. A well built, blonde fellow with determined blue eyes... was it Luther her roommate was referring to...? Their interaction was brief, but she recalls their time together being enjoyable... in fact.\n\n\"I might even have his number...!\" Hera claimed out loud, sounding rather excited. When his contact info appeared on his screen, she hesitated. Questions ran through her brain. Would he remember her? Would he be willing to help her?\n\nHera only had two options... deal with the cold, unfeeling machines or feel the touch of a strong young stud coax the milk from her jugs. Mentally elaborating upon the latter scenario, she subconsciously hit the dial button.\n\nShe panicked, almost dropping her phone before holding it up to her bovine ear. She toyed idly with the over-the-shouldr braid her salmon-pink hair was folded into, fingers tugging lightly upon the red ribbon that topped it.\n\n\"Hey... Luther.\" She was quiet and apprehensive.\n\n\"Hera! What a coincidence, I was just thinking about you.\" His cheerful voice transmitting from the other line.\n\n\"You were?\" She was surprised, what timing she had!\n\n\"Yeah. I mean... thinking about where you were! I'm at the ranch right now. Thought maybe we could catch up.\"\n\nHis enthusiasm was encouraging, infectious. Before Hera could notice, she had a smile on her face. \"I would love to! I mean... it'd be cool to hang out n' stuff.\" She was hiding her interest, hearing from gossip and other sources that too much readiness can be bad, apparently. She wasn't a fan of that line, made her feel vapid and all too 'teenager.'\n\n\"Alrighty, I'm at the Cafe if you wanna meet up. Hope to see ya in a bit?\"\n\n\"Sure thing!\" She replied. They said their goodbyes, Hera hung up and got dressed. Reporting her results to her roommate, she quickly received a reply.\n\n\"Congratsies! Make sure you dress nice for him! Feel free to steal some of my threads, girl!\" Of course, complete with emojis.\n\nThrough a back and forth, Hera settled on a combination of her own open shoulder sweater, her roommate's short shots and some tall, white thigh-high leggings.\n\nHorns polished, tail groomed, and hair brushed, she was ready to rendezvous with Luther. Until a warm swelling in her tits prompted the penultimate question to pop back in her head, a question which she asked her roommate through text message.\n\n\"How am I supposed to ask him about that??\"\n\n=======\n\nLuther hadn't changed too much in the last year. Grew his hair out an inch or so, but was still the handsome young stud Hera saw him as twelve months ago. He had a similar build to the other demi-human agriculture tech boys, though he was probably the leanest of them. Defined muscles from lifting hay, running farm equipment and other sorts of ranch duties.\n\nHera peeked at him from behind a corner, at the same time scouting out the cafeteria. It was a communal space for holstaur and human alike. A pleasant Cafe using the ranch's own ingredients to make practically homemade meals and dairy. Pretty, young holstaurs mingling with other agriculture students. Some professors and farm hands chatting.\n\nLuther himself was situated near the entrance to the Cafe line, listening to a rather burly student loudly boast about... something. Hera was too far away from them to tell. A blonde-headed holstaur with short, stubby horns was sitting next to him, not seeming too engaged.\n\nLuther seemed a bit disinterested as well, as his eyes scanned the room. Mayhaps he was searching for Hera, waiting for her to appear so he can escape this dude's monotonous recountings.\n\nAs luck would have it, their eyes met. Luther's vibrant blue eyes met Hera's warm pink peepers. A smile upon his face as he got ready and stood up. He offered a goodbye to his table mates before heading towards Hera with decent speed. All the while Hera was racking her brain for what to do! How should she greet him? A hug maybe? Too formal! But it was too late, her arms were already outstretched as if she desired one, and Luther was already poised to reciprocate.\n\nLuther already had a rush of blush on his face. He knew what hugging her would entail. Pressing that big, bouncy buxom bosom against his body. A softness unmatched by even the clouds in God's heaven graced his abdomen. And yet he acted like there wasn't two big milk jugs in his way as he embraced her. Gretting her with a polite hello and how do you do.\n\nHera yelped softly. The pressure from her pressed bosom reminding her of that urgent need.\n\n\"Ah shit, sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?\" Luther inquired, slowly drawing away. Hands up, ready to assist and possibly comfort.\n\n\"No no no! Not at all.\" If anything... that felt kinda good, as if a teeny bit of milk leaked out of her nipples, providing a modicum of relief.\n\nHera softly gripped his hands by the wrists. \"Can we head somewhere private?\" She inquired. Blush rampant under her freckled cheeks."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A group of fervent no nutt November male followers have sealed themselves away for the month. Little do they know among them is a shapeshifter looking to spoil their plans
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"content": "Sorry for the short one, just needed something simple to get back into writing!\n\n\\---\n\n\"Dude, Mike is clearly sus!\", I said, slowly starting to lose my calm. \"What was he doing over there anyway?\"\n\n\"I told you, I was fixing the LAN\", Mike responded, no less aggravated. \"There was a switching loop again, you know we can't play games like that.\"\n\nBefore I could respond, Steve interjected with his authoritative voice. \"Alright, calm down, guys. We don't know what happened, let's just not eject anyone this time, we don't want to make another mistake like last time.\"\n\nThere was some general grumbling among the group, but Steve ignored them. \"There's only a few days of November left, let's just make sure we continue doing our tasks and be careful, okay? We can get through this.\"\n\nMost guys nodded hesitantly and the group dispersed again. I kept sitting there, contemplating our situation, until I heard Steve's voice talking to me directly. \"So what's your next task?\"\n\nStartled, I took a few seconds to get back to reality. \"Uh, I... need to check the beer supplies in the fridge.\"\n\n\"Perfect, I have to clean the oven for the next round of pizza. Let's go together.\"\n\nWe started anxiously walking towards the kitchen. As we entered the beer pong room, we met Charlie who told us he had just finished resetting the table for the next game and was now heading to his next task of inflating the football. We watched him closely as he left the room, then continued in silence. We found the kitchen empty, with apparently no other tasks left to do other than the two we were here for.\n\n\"Alright, let's do this\", I said as I opened the fridge, but the voice I heard in response wasn't Steve's - it was a raspy, feminine and seductive voice. \"Wouldn't you rather do something else instead, handsome?\"\n\nI turned around in disbelief and shock. In front of me was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen, with skin as white as snow, hair as black as ebony, lips as red as blood and almond-shaped eyes that glowed like ember in the semi-darkness of the kitchen. She was wearing lacy black and red lingerie.\n\n\"B.. but... oven... pizza...\" I could just stutter, before my rational mind went blank and pure desire took over."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] We all know and love catgirls but what about the big catgirls? (Liongirls, cheetahgirls, tigergirls, etc.) so bring forth the big catgirl prompts!
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"content": "Here's a couple.\n\n1. A ruthless warrior has only three joys in his life. His three demi-human wives. The proud and self assured lioness, the kind and demure cheetah and the competitive tigress. The three of them are constantly vying for the honor of being their husband's favorite. (Feel free to use any combination you want, or even shave it down to one wife.)\n\n2. The prince as come of age, and his exotic feline bodyguard(s) has (have) gone into heat. She does her best to hide it, but the prince's handsome features and warm smile make it hard for our kitty(ies) to keep her paws off of him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Just because we switched bodies somehow doesn't mean you can do *that* with *my* body. Your body feels much stronger, so I might just have to overpower you if you won't stop...
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"content": "\"holy fuck\" he said, standing inside the doorway, \"are you serious?\"\n\nShe looked at him, her legs wide open and the box of sex toys next to her on the bed. \"uh yeah\"\n\n\"you don't even hesitate? You don't freak out because you're suddenly not YOU?\"\n\nShe shook her head no, \"I woke up, got incredibly horny and reached down. I was shocked but still really horny. I haven't gotten around to asking what the fuck happened.\" she ran her finger down her wet slit and put it in her mouth\n\nHe felt something strange going in his pajama pants and looked down. He saw that his cock was beginning to get extremely hard.\n\nShe grinned,\" now I get why you bring home guys every night. Your body just goes forever and ever. And when I cum! It feels sooo good.\"\n\n\"you need to stop. That's still MY body.\" he said\n\n\"I don't think I will\" she said sliding her finger in and out of her wet slit.\n\nHis cock throbbed as he watched her. He shook his head \"you're touching MY body. It's not right.\"\n\nShe was diving in to her second knuckle now, one leg down and the other bent at the knee. He got a great view.\n\n\"it feels too good. You'll have to make me stop\"\n\nHe stood there in silence for a heartbeats. The feeling of horniness was absolutely overwhelming. He was just pulsing with the need to touch her, touch himself. Was he always that hot when he was her? She put a second finger inside her pussy. You could hear how wet she was.\n\nAlmost like he didn't have control of himself, he lurched forward onto the bed. He hesitantly reached his hand in and touched her pussy. It was soaking wet and so soft. He had never felt another girl's pussy before.\n\nHe explored her with his fingers. He used one finger, two, three. He went slow, stretching out her tight vagina. She moaned louder and louder. He curved his fingers and she shuddered in pleasure. Suddenly he increased his tempo and strength. He slammed into her pussy till she was rocking back and forth. The shock of the sudden changed rocketed her off into an orgasam.\n\nHer pussy tightened and clenched while she twitched and convulsed in pleasure. When the crescendo of it hit he leaned down and hesitantly licked her clit. After a few hesitant licks he whole-heartedly sucked and licked like there was no tomorrow.\n\nHer orgasm took to a level she had previously never reached. Her moans turned to screams as she pushed her slit deeper into his mouth. It seemed to last forever, washing over her in waves. Once her body started slowing and she for quiet again he lifted his mouth away. She lifted her head and looked him in the eyes.\n\n\"can we please fucking talk now about WHY THE FUCK WE AREN'T ACTUALLY IN OUR OWN BODIES?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You would think the child of a half-succubus mom and a half-incubus dad would be a powerful demon. Instead they seem to have gotten both human halves and seem...pretty normal. It makes extended family get-togethers just that tiny bit more difficult to explain.
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"content": "Acaineth or Cajn as most of his human friends ended up calling him, hung his head. He was eating his toast and trying to convince his half succubus Mom that being eighteen meant he had the right to skip the family reunion this year. \n\n\"Hmm what's that honey?\" His stunning mother closed the fridge and turned back to him. The cold air had made her nipples hard and Cain suddenly became intently focused on his last bite of toast, instead of the still perky swell of his mother's large full breasts.\n\n\"I said I don't want to go on the trip this year,\" Cain sighed. \"Besides I have my summer job at Mr. Thompson's hardware store.\"\n\n\"Oh honey,\" His Mother flashed a smile at him that made even his cock start to stir. She might be his mother but that succubus aura of hers didn't discriminate like that. \"You know I can talk him into letting you off for the week, I always do.\"\n\n\"You \"talk\" him into it by wearing almost nothing,\" Cain glowered. \"Jesus, Mom! He wants to FUCK you!\"\n\n\"Language!\" His Mother scolded and shook her head. \"Dear me, using the J word like that, I hope you don't talk like that in front of your Nana. Her cunt would go dry just to hear it. And to think you're her favorite.\"\n\nCain glanced up as his half incubus father walked in, shirtless showing off the physique of a Greek god. He walked up to his Mom and kissed her passionately, hand sliding between her legs and squeezing her cunt openly. \n\n\"I'm only her favorite because I'm human,\" Cain said, ignoring the overt sexual display.\n\n\"Oh that's not true. She always tells me she could eat you right up,\" His mother giggled at his father.\n\n\"She means that LITERALLY! Mom, she's tried to seduce me the past two years!\" Cain groused, there was a sound from the hallway. It was Molly, his babysitter since he was ten. She was tugging on her clothes, the same ones she wore last night he noted, and seemed late for work.\n\n\"Oh Molly, sorry for keeping you up so late last night,\" His father beamed at the girl in her mid-twenties.\"Give me a moment and I'll drive you to work.\"\n\nCain rolled his eyes, his father didn't even pretend Molly was hired for babysitting anymore. Besides the way Molly was screaming last night Cain knew exactly what their relationship was as if there had ever been any doubt.\n\n\"Oh honey!\" His mother called after his father. \"Remember to give her the tip... and the shaft.\"\n\nGiggling his mother turned back to Cain. She fixed him with a smouldering stare that made him uncomfortable in an Oedipal sort of way.\n\n\"As long as you live in this house you will go to the reunion.\" She finally said. \"Now, before I go to work do you want some milk? I've been so swollen lately, some young stud in the neighborhood must have a lactation fetish and my body is responding.\"\n\n\"Geez Mom! I haven't breast fed since I was a baby!\" He grabbed his wallet and keys from the counter and turned away from her quickly. He managed to turn before she saw his blush. He thanked god that the one demonic power he did have was that other demons couldn't sense it was his desires they were picking up on.\n\n\"I'll see you after work Mom,\" He called and headed for the door.\n\n+++++ \n\nThe End, maybe? I might continue with the actual reunion later if this is well recieved."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As an experiment, a college girl decides that she's going to express and act on her every sexual impulse. She had no idea it would be so satisfying...
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"content": "First up, going commando. Anne has always loved the idea of not wearing panties all day out and about. But now she was determined. And to double down, decided to wear her favorite knee length skirt.\n\nThe thought of someone upskirting her as she walked upstairs to her class with no panties really got her going. But that was not all.\n\nNo bra either, and her deepest V neck. She already felt like a slutty little harlot, and now she was going to commit. She felt like being hot and sexy and she aimed to look the part. Messy, effortless hair. The smokiest eye she could manage. Deep red lipstick.\n\nChecking the mirror before heading out, she absolutely loved her look. Hell, she'd fuck her.\n\nFirst stop, the bubble tea shop down the road. There was cute boy there and she needed his number. After she arrived , she took a spot in line. Only a few people ahead. Despite no one looking at her, she could feel a half dozen eyes on her and it felt so good. Her nipples poked through her sheer white top. Anne could only hope someone was staring.\n\nIt was finally her turn up at the register. The cute cashier was there. A moment of panic flooded through her and a spark nearly caused her to run. But she could do this, she would this. She had gotten this far, she can't back down.\n\nAs the guy greeted her, she smiled and placed her order. Before he turned away, she gave him a sly glance. His face immediately turned red and she guessed caught sight of her impressive cleavage and visible nipples. Taking the opportunity, she asked for his number. He nodded sheepishly and turned to work on her drink. Confidence washed over her in a hit wave. She was killing it.\n\nA few minutes later, her drink had finished and on the receipt was the boy's number. Excellent.\n\nShe made it back to her car without screaming. She sent a quick text, asking for a response when he got on break. Anne sat in her car, beating down the giddy anxiety racing through her.\n\nTen minutes later, she gor a response.\n*Hey sorry about that, I was flustered*\n\n*No worries. Quick question, do you have girl/boyfriend?*\n\nA few moments of him typing a response pass.\n*I don't why do you ask?*\n\nAnne took a couple deep breaths. She was going to be wild.\n*This is why* and she snapped a picture of her pussy.\n\nA long minute passes. Then,\n*Oh wow, I don't know what to say*\n\n*How about this, let me know when you get off work. Then me and you, my place. We wake up the nieghbors*\n\n*Oh man, yah that sounds great. I get off at 3pm. Get off work I mean. Not the other thing.*\n\nAnne smiled to herself. A few more hours of mischief then.\n\nNext stop, new clothes. She wanted something cute for her new date. But more importantly she wanted to do something she sometimes saw in porn.\n\nAnother ten minutes later, she made it to the clothes outlet. She spent a ling while feigning looking at clothes, but she was actually scoping out some other shoppers and few employees.\n\nShe spotted a cute redhead stocking some hangers. Anne walked up nonchalantly.\n\"Hey,\" she said to the girl.\n\n\"Hello, can I help you find anything?\" The redhead responded.\n\n\"As a matter of fact, you could. I need the changing room.\"\n\nThe redhead nodded, gesturing to follow her. She led Anne to the back of the store, to the changing rooms.\n\nAs the stock girl turned to walk back, Anne spoke up, saying, \"Oh there was one other thing you could help me with.\" Eying the camera watching the changing rooms, Anne pulled down the neck of her shirt to flash one succulent tit at the girl. The redhead flushed.\n\"I-I mean, I could get in trouble. I could get fired.\"\n\n\"Yah but this job can't be good for stress. Call this a little stress relief.\"\n\nSheepishly the girl nodded. \"Those cameras don't even work,\" she said, following Anne inside.\n\nPants pulled down, face buried deep in her pussy the redhead bit down hard to keep from screaming. She needed this, her job sucked, school was stressful. She needed a little stress relief.\n\nThough Anne couldn't practice often, she was skilled at eating pussy. So skilled, that she brought the cute redhead to climax three or four times in that cramped changing room. Anne's face was soaked with the stock girl's juices. Turned out, redhead was quite the squirter. The white V neck was now completely drench and Anne's big nipples shown clearly through the translucent fabric.\n\nThe redhead stammered out an apology, but Anne just smiled and wiped her face clean. \"It'll dry.\"\n\nOne more act of wanton sex.\n\nAnne always wanted to try pegging. And she new just who would try it with. She made a quick stop at the adult toy store to purchase a strap. Surprisingly, she didn't have. Next up, her friend Max.\n\nKnocking on his dorm room door, she was a surprise in middle of the day. They were supposed to be in class, but it seemed the both of them had taken the day off.\n\n\"Max, I want to try something. Are you done?\"\n\nMax nodded resolutely. He was always down, even if he ended up regretting it later.\n\nAnne pushed her way into his dorm. Once the door had closed, she retrieved the strapon she had purchased. A moment of surprise flashed over his face before fading.\n\n\"For me or you?\" He asked.\n\n\"You'll be receiving,\" she responded.\n\nMax frowned. \"Hmmm.\"\n\n\"How about this, you'll get a video of me finger myself each day this week.\"\n\n\"Deal,\" he answered quickly.\n\nHe discard his clothes, relegating them to the ground. Anne only bothered to kick off her shoes.\n\nStepping into the strapon, and tightening the straps, she waved the long plastic dick around a bit. \"Huh, so that's what it's like having a cock.\"\n\n\"Ehh, a bit.\" Max stood on knees looking at her. His own cock has already fully hard.\n\nAnne smirked. \"Perfect height.\" She grabbed his head and pushed toward the dildo. He was only to happy to oblige. Deep throating the long blue cock, he made some delicious gagging sounds.\n\nAfter a few minutes, Anne was satisfied will the lubrication. \"Turn around,\" she demanded. He did as instructed.\n\nTaking the cock in one hand, she guided it to his hairy asshole. Slowly and carefully, she pushed it in. Some squeaks and a gasp slipped from Max.\n\nNow came the fun part. She rocked her hips back and forth ever so slightly. It didn't seem like much movement, but inside his stretched ass, it was ecstacy.\n\nSmall motions escalated, and soon she was fully impaling him on her plastic sword. And he made delicious sounds if delight.\n\nIt took only a few minutes for him to cum. And when he did, it made an utter mess in front of him.\n\nMax was breathing heavily.\n\n\"You like that?\" Anne asked haughtily.\n\nHe could only nod.\n\n\"Good,\" and Anne left him in an exhausted pile.\n\n3pm finally came, and she was all worked up from all the pleasure she had dished out. It was time for momma's due. And boy was she ready."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She instantly regretted going ghost-hunting naked in an abandoned brothel. Fortunately, there were ghosts everywhere. Unfortunately, they were all extremely horny.
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"content": "It was all a dare. One that got out of hand as soon as she walked in, stripped completely nude save for her laced up hiking boots.\n\nA chill wind eked through the cracks and splits in the walls, whipping across her exposed skin and immediately making her nipples hard.\n\nShivering, she held her arms close in a vain attempt to hold onto what little warmth she could. But it was pointless. She was naked in a haunted house.\n\nShining her flash light across the empty brothel, she tried to hold onto her dwindling courage. Her camera swung heavily around her neck, knocking into her breasts painfully. \"Just get one picture,\" they said. \"You naked with a ghost.\" $200 was a lot of money and she wasn't about to flake on a dare.\n\nIn a nervous whisper, she called out, \"oh restless spirits, uh... anybody home?\"\n\nFor a moment, only the distant howl of wind answered. Then, to her right a door slammed open. She shrieked, almost tossing her only light source.\n\nReadying her camera, she snapped a frightened selfie of her and the door. As the picture developed on the old film camera, goosebumps crawled across her skin with the room getting even colder. Impossibly, her nipples got even harder and more erect in response to the freezing temperature.\n\nShe shivered as much from fear as the cold.\n\nThe picture finished. Pulling it out, she took a quick look at what she captured. For a monet, it was just her, naked save for her boots, in front of the door. Then, as if a movie prop, an image appeared behind her in the picture. A tall, well built figure, ghostly white and translucent. A man, from the looks of it. A very handsome man, a very handsome and nude man. There was a mischievous smirk on his face, and she couldn't help but look between his legs. An absolute monster of a cock stood at attention, seemingly inches from her in the picture.\n\nAll the fear seemed to drain from her, replaced by a morbid curiosity. It was truly an impressive penis.\n\n\"Ghost, I ask of you, what uh... unfinished business do you have?\" She waited with bated breath for a response.\n\nThe appirition appeared before her, just like in the photo. A dulcet voice responded, its tone haunting yet surprisingly warm. \"I was taken before I could complete one important task here in the brothel. There was a very special worker here that I was very sweet on. We would talk for hours, but she was always called away before things could progress. Then, one day I finally got my chance. We were set to finally enjoy each as we had always planned. But before we could, I was stricken with a sudden heart attack and passed right on the spot. Were she still alive my wish would be to finally make love to her as he had always planned. But alas she has long passed. However, you darling are a dead ringer for my long passed lover. Perhaps if we could have this night of passion, I could finally pass on.\"\n\nBefore thought and reasoning could work within her mind, she nodded, saying, \"yep definitely, I am so down.\"\n\nShe quickly pulled off the camera, setting both it and the flashlight down as the ghost man took her into a surprisingly warm embrace. Despite supposedly being an incorporeal being, she could feel his long shaft pressing into her stomach.\n\nThe ghost locked his lips with hers bringing her into a deep and passionate kiss. With one dexterous hand, he began fondling amd teasing her breast, playing with her nipples so hard they could cut glass. Soft moans drifted from her as she gave herself over to him.\n\nThe ghostly man began kissing down her neck, down her chest to each breast, then down her stomach before finally reaching her groomed patch just above her pussy. She was already soaked.\n\nHe swiftly began devouring and licking and sucking on her pearl and lips, sending waves of lightning through her goosebumps ridden body. It was all she could do to stay upright.\n\nThe ghost continued to eat her out, heedless or perhaps silently enjoying the loud moans and gasps erupting from her.\n\nWith her free hands, she gripped his dark curled locks, finding actual purchase in his ghostly form.\n\nLick and after lick brought her closer and closer to the edge, before teasingly, he withdrew. The ghost stood to his full height, perhaps 6 and a half feet of strong, chiseled features. In one graceful motion, he scooped her up, carrying her to one of the private bed chambers.\n\nHe deposited her so gently on the bed, though she would not stay lying down. She immediately popped back up, now head height with his enormous cock. She gripped it with one hand, bringing it to her hungry mouth.\n\nShe needed to taste this monster\n\nThe woman began licking up amd down the large member, taking in the taste of her new lover. It was sweet and tangy like oranges and honey. But it was no less filling. Satisfied with having thoroughly coated the cock, she plunged it deep into her mouth.\n\nWith eyes shifting between her prize and the ghost man's face, she thrust the cock deep down her throat, stroke after stroke, trying to see how far she could manage. The huge dick made her throat and cheeks bulge, but still she did not let up.\n\nWatching for that sign on the man's face, the sign of getting close to edge, so close he was teetering she choked and gagged and swallowed the giant member. And then she saw it, that tightening expression.\n\nShe repaid his earlier teasing with her own, pulling the cock from her mouth. Laying back down on the bed, she made it abundantly clear what came next.\n\nWith strong hands, he pulled her by the legs right up to him. A hand guided the monster ti his destination, taking a small detour to tease her lips. Finding her tight entrance, pushed the head just inside. She almost screamed just from that. Holding her long smooth legs, he slammed his full weight into her waiting pussy.\n\nThere was no pain of reaching the top of her, that deepest portion of her tunnel of pleasure, but he still filled her delightfully. Over and over he slammed with full length into her, and it took all of her fleeting will to remember to breathe. With her thought power fading fast, she barely remembered the camera. She took a quick picture of her getting completely skewered by this chiseled ghost man and incredible member.\n\nDelicious moan after delightful gasp issued from her as he made love to this look a like. The waves of lightning his tongue had made were nothing compared to absolute behemoth now impaling her.\n\nSoon, moans turned to screams, and gasps turned to full caught breath. She was barely thinking, barely even breathing as the ghostly man continued to fuck her.\n\nThe waves built within her, and soon they came to that infuriating dam just before release. The ghost began to slow down. He wasn't done just yet, but he wanted to prolong that beautiful fire they had made for just a moment longer.\n\nWith tiny, almost imperceptible movements, he kept it at that gate for one, two, three moments before slamming his cock deep in her once more.\n\nThe dam was broke.\n\nAll that built up lightning and motion shattered across her, flooding her body unbelieveable pleasure as she came and screamed. In her pussy, she could feel him absolutely filling her with his ectoplasm. It dripped and spilled from her as he withdrew. But she couldn't think. All that went through her mind was the feeling of content tiredness from a good fuck.\n\nThere was a quiet \"thank you\" from the ghost, and she managed to catch a glimpse of him before he faded, moving on to the afterlife.\n\nEcstasy clouded her thoughts for a few more minutes before she picked herself back up. Checking that second picture, she was delighted to see it had developed properly. It should her getting split in half by the giant man.\n\n*That should be enough proof for those perverts* she thought with a smile. *$200 and a spank bank deposit here I cum*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She didn't *think* that she'd enjoy having her slime-girl friend enter her womb...
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"content": "Blake and Blossom were drunk on a saturday night- it wasn't like they'd have to wake up on sunday, they'd just get pissed again. The room was dimly lit, in Blake's' apartment there was a bedroom a bathroom and tiny kitchen. The slime girl, Blossom, took another sip of her bottle whisking the rim of alcohol left on the tip.\n\n\"So...you know you're a slime\" as blake begins to animate her hands in a tentacle wave motion \"can you...you-you\" moving her hands faster and faster \"So can you do some crazy shit?\"\n\nBlossom mimicked Blake; her arms swung in wave oscillation \"haha!\" Blossom smiled around her translucent mouth. \"You like it? It's your first time getting to know a slime right?\" In reply Blake burst into tears, her belly felt it might crack open from the laughter \"Holy shit! you look like that one meme from spongebob, you know...you know the squid...\" As blake continued to mumble on Blossom sat in the one single bed in the dirt poor room.\n\n\"Okay Okay, bloss- what about\" and Blake began to twist her spine and coil it upwards like a spinning thread which resulted in a unusual cracking sound. In reply Blossom cloiled herself and twisted upwards like a symmetrical thread. However Blossom was unaware of her clothes that slipped off when she coiled herself into a thin thread.\n\nHer denim tight shorts slipped off and her thin tube top coloured in the mexican flag slipped to the ground.\n\n\"*You don't have a pussy*?!\" Blake crawled backwards as his eyes were left wide open. \"I'm right aren't I\" As Blake pointed her finger at her lack of genitalia.\n\n\"Wait!\" and in sharp snap a thick goopy cock appeared in front of Blake attached to Blossoms genitalia.\n\nWithout saying a word, Blakes eyes were wide still her arms and legs moved forwards not backwards and Blossom began to smile. Her cock smelled like a summers flowers and was warm even standing near it \"Holy shit- you're...you're a dildo machine?!\" And now Blossom was the one who giggled. \"Yeah slimes are sort of like dildo machines\"\n\n\"Blossom can you.\"\n\n\"No, no I cannot make two of them Blake\"\n\nA sad pout was heard from Blossom as she turned away dismay. A slime hand gently stroked Blossoms ginger hair, lightly warming her head. With a slow turn this hand moved to her cheek and turned her face towards Blossoms.\n\n\"Do you want this Blake, you can say no\"\n\nAs Blake was at the helm of the slimes throbbing member she did nothing but stare at it, then into the eyes of Blossom and muttered \"yes.\" Her mouth didn't close after that sentence, it only opened more to take Blossom further. Her cock throbbed and blossoms toes curled she held Blakes hair and equipped it into a ponytail\n\n\"Lets have fun Blake Okay?\" As Blossoms pelvis thrust forward banging her cock down the back of Blakes throat.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\[Will continue!\\]\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe skin crawled on Blakes body as soon as Blossom said those words. A toe curling lust built up in her pussy as wet droplets built up in her eyes. Blossoms cock moved back and forth. Blakes green pupils locked into blossoms slime green eyes. Her tongue flicked and curled like a viper on the knobhead making the cock throb gently; Blossoms eyes started to flicker and her moans became deeper.\n\n\"Fuck- shit! Blake is this why you've always got a guy on your skirt?\" Blake looked up and smiled as Blossoms cock was shoved deeper down her small hole. \"Dks-cak-gug\" were just some odd sounds from Blake as she gagged on the slime stiff cock. Mascara fell down her tan cheeks and her eyes turned a faint red. \"You look so pretty redhead, you know that?\" Blossom said with a smile as her cock entered new depths, forcing herself in.\n\nYet Blake only gagged more- shoving her head back and forth like a wild boar begging for more. Slurping any slime goup; her tongue swirled round like a washing machine- slurping, gagging and licking it clean. \"Pleash-cum-cum-cum!\" as a slightly muffled cocksucker moaned.\n\nAs she gazed into Blossoms rolled back eyes the slime realised Blake was begging for her seed. Sloppy thick slime juice. She craved it the most in this moment, like a breath of fresh air or a much needed drink after a run.\n\nBlossoms whole body contracted and expanded as her cock was alight with pleasure from every nerve end, making her toes curl and neck turn back. A feeling of pure addictive lust hit her, it ran through her spine and pulsed to her cock, coming out into a white mess. Cum dripped out like a warm white splash on Blakes face, with her cock throbbing every time. Everytime. \"Aghhhh! Fuck-fuck, i'm cumming!\"\n\nIt pasted Blake and her white tiny crop top which barely covered her titties. Blake loved that feeling of her cleavage which only was amplified from the black mascara and the white slime jizz running all down her face dripping onto her titties- a white puddle was made. \"Holy- wow, that was the best blowjob ever, ever ever\" As Blossom flopped on her body in one goopy puddle. She seemed a lot more fluid then before. \"Whew.\"\n\nBlake just focused on tasting her cum, \"Salty, but sweet, like a well salted cucumber\" She muttered as she licked the sperm from her tits like a dog to the bone. Blossom looked up and smiled then flopped right back down. \"What are you the cum connoisseur now Blake?\"\n\nBlake smiled at the slimes flopped over body and spread her legs apart, Blossom felt something fall onto her crotch, then another garment. She looked up; a redhead girl with black and white dripping down her face right down to her legs which were spread wide guarding her red plump pussy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The sacred grove had been tainted for many generations. Countless priestess and clerics had sought to purify it, but always fell to the lust of its corruption. The temple has given up on trying purity to cleanse it. They needed a demon to try and fight fire with fire, figuratively speaking.
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"content": "In ancient times, the grove of Pau Roa had been a sacred place, used to celebrate love and fertility. Weddings, rituals, ceremonies, all were performed at the grove, with sex and other pleasure being the tools of celebration. \nBut then, some six centuries ago, the twisted, savage Rape-Rape gnoll tribe invaded the grove and its surrounding villages. For 60 days and 60 nights, the gnolls lived up to their pack name, systematically raping and brutalising their hundreds of captives, gorging themselves on food and drink and looting and pillaging anything they desired. \n&nbsp; \nNow, Pau Roa stands deserted. Every attempt to reclaim it has failed, those who embark on sexual escapades on the site come away nauseated or worse, mentally twisted. The echoes of the Rape-Rape pack's atrocities continue to taint the grove and all pleasurable activities within it. \n&nbsp; \n\"She can't be serious. It's the most ridiculous plan I've ever heard.\" \n\"I'll admit, it does sound strange, but it does have some precedent. Remember the curse of avarice on Zadnost?\" \n\"I remember, the noble they brought in took so much that the land went barren and he nearly starved. But I don't think you can exhaust a lust demon.\" \n\"Oh no? From Dolgo's testimony, even fiends need some rest and recovery, so if they're denied that with a carefully worded bargain...\" \n\"Ah, I see then. Still, where exactly do you expect to find a few hundred people to volunteer to be sex slaves for a pack of incubi?...Who am I kidding, the satyrs of Tikao Forest will be all over this.\" \n&nbsp; \nRaptus smirked as he felt the growing pull of summoning magic, that whispering feeling like an open door, calling him, begging him, to come to the mortal realm. \nWith a snap of his fingers, the ape-like fiend dismissed the lesser demon that had been servicing him, leaving the smaller creature to skitter back to its cage, before he stood, huge cock swinging, to answer this foolish mortal's call. \n&nbsp; \n\"Say that again.\" Raptus demanded, even as the four other lust demons that had been summoned rubbed their hands (and their cocks) with glee. \nThe priestess bowed again, \"Great demon, we offer you these hundred beings each as total slaves to your pleasures, and food and spirits to sate an entire royal court. Our only ask is that you remain here for one year, and that you perform constant acts of debauchery, lust and gluttony during that time.\" \nRaptus stared incredulously at the priestess. It sounded like the dream job for one of his kind, yet for a mortal to offer such things...there were cheaper ways to get pornography. \"What is the 'catch', mortal?\" \nThe priestess continued to kowtow, \"Great demon, you must not halt in your indulgence at all. You must constantly feast, you must force yourself upon your slaves, and if you are exhausted they must feed and force your pleasures upon you. There will be no rest.\" \nRaptus's eyes widened. Then he smirked. Then he bent over with laughter. \n\"You think this is funny?\" he declared, \"Do you believe you can humiliate us fiends of lust by exhausting us? You mortals have even more hubris than I imagined! We have a bargain!\" \nThe priestess just smiled and backed away, as the first of many slaves, a nervously smiling satyr with ropes binding his wrists, stepped forward to be taken by the demons. \n&nbsp; \nTo be continued..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A guy lives with a succubus roommate due to a joke with her father. He now has to deal with her repeatedly trying to get into his pants, with no success.
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"content": "Michel swatted Dezonea from his crotch once again.\n\nShe pouted \"come on... You know I need it!\"\n\nMichel sighed \"don't you literally have like thirty guys on call whenever you need them?\"\n\n\"It's Christmas! Only two of them replied and they both said 'maybe tomorrow'!\" Dezonea huffed \"even the girls don't want any...\"\n\n\"There's got to be someone looking for a hook-up Christmas Eve.\"\n\n\"So you'll-\"\n\n\"No. *I'm* going to play cyberpunk 2077 all day. *You* are going to go find your Christmas hookup.\" Michel stated firmly, more then a tad frustrated with his roommate's constant begging.\n\n\"Fiiiine.\" She huffed, as she got up to leave. Not without casting a simple lust spell on Michel first though.\n\nNothing a cold shower wouldn't fix, so Michel paused his game to take one. Upon his exit, his roomate was back, but Dezonea having made no noise, Michel was surprised, and also naked.\n\n\"Ooooh that makes sense.\" The demon said as a wave of understanding hit her.\n\n\"You got me.\" Michel huffed, rather upset at being found out like this \"I'm trans. Can't really afford surgery right now so-\"\n\nWith a snap of her fingers and a few waives of her hand, michel's problem moulded and turned to that of his cyberpunk character. \"Unless you want to change it a bit?\"\n\n\"N-no, this is... This is great.\"\n\nDezonea smiled. \"Great! Merry Christmas.\" She smiled before losing her footing \"bah, I'm drained from just that? I must be hungrier then i thought.\"\n\nMichel smirked, inspecting his brand-new penis. \"Well, I've gotta try this out don't I?\"\n\nThey fucked until new-years. It cost all of Michel's sick-days and vacation days, but the two where now closer then ever."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A slime girl and a succubus have a contest to see who can take the most cock!
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: A slime girl and a succubus have a contest to see who can take the most cock!"
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"content": "The two of them made the bet at noon, agreeing to convene at noon the following day. Whoever returned having taken the most cock, won the bet. \n\nSo, the succubus went straight to work. The moment she left the alleyway, she walked straight to the nearest man on the street, working her magic on him. It took some convincing (for her standards, anyway), but within minutes she was being fucked like a rabbit in the nearest tavern bathroom. \n\nThe rest of the day was a joy. She marked on her arm with ink every cock she took. Many men, a few elves, a few halflings, and hell, she was even lucky enough to find an orc in town. He was especially easy to lure in, and she left an *extra* long talley-mark on her arm for him. \n\nThrough the night, it was like she was going to fuck every man on this side of the city. Taverns, brothels, street corners, alleyways. She knew all the best places to get the best cock. She felt more invigorated than she ever has in her life! She’s been penetrated everywhere, had cum practically leaking out of her, and she knew it was mathematically impossible for the slime girl to beat her. The slime didn’t even seem to be in the town anymore, and especially not in a place where she could get the cock she needed. \n\nIn her excitement, and the moans of her and her many partners that night, she missed the sound of a creature howling in the distance. \n\nAs the succubus woke up from a late, late, *late* night of threesums, spitroasts and seemingly gallons of cum, she saw it was nearly time to reconvene with her friend. \n\nAs the two of them arrived, the succubus had counted 41 talley marks on her arm. Some of them were long, some were thick, some sideways, some crooked and pointed, but all adding up to a demonic amount of dick. However, as she saw the slime girl, her jaw dropped in awe. \n\nDuring the night, the slimegirl had ventured into the woods. She knew what she was after, but was unsure where to go to find it. Sword in hand, she marched on the entire night, only to find what she sought laying in a cave. She fought them, battles with them, and took what she needed. \n\nAs the two arrived back in the alley, the slimegirl had a smile on her face. For inside of her, right now, was the cock of a giant. It reached through her, from the inside of her groin, up through her chest, all the way to the middle of her head, visible through her translucent body. She had cut it from the monster, and kept it in her all the way back here. The cock was as big as a man, and as thick as a barrel. The slimegirl had no reaction but a smirk to the succubus, knowing her body can’t handle something like this. \n\nThe succubus looked on in awe, knowing she could never have beaten the slimegirl. And as the succubus conceded in an annoyed, but impressed huff, the bet was over."
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