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Write a story using this writing prompt: There are nymphs, spirits of the water, and dryads, spirits of the forest, but in certain folklores there are also spirits of the “spirits,” which reside inside large quantities of alcohol. As permanently drunk entities, they really love to have fun.
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"content": "Sarah didn't know why she bid on the cask of bourbon, why she drove the price to $5,000, nor where she planned to raise the money to pay off the credit card she used to pay for it. What she *did* know is that the oak barrel was heavy, just barely fitting in the the backseat of her old Camry. The wheel wells dipped low nearly scraping the tires. *Guess I gotta watch the corners*, she thought. She heard the liquor slosh in the backseat on her way home. When she slowed or stopped, the barrel pressed into her seat, pushing out her chest as if she were flaunting what nature gave her. \n\n\"But, why Red Acer Maple?\" asked her roommate Marissa. \"Didn't they go out of business?\"\n\n\"Yeah, they did,\" Sarah replied. \"In fact this is the last of their reserve bourbon, from the last batch made in the distillery downtown. OMNIBev bought the label but is making crap booze from Lord knows where. I don't know... something was just calling me to get this.\"\n\n\"Nostalgia?\"\n\n\"Maybe. I've certainly had plenty of it in college. I sort of forgot about it until I heard about the auction. I guess I'm a local for life.\"\n\n\"Maybe it'll be worth something if you save it. Like that barrel of Johnny Walker they found in the shipwreck.\"\n\n\"I'll probably be dead before that happens,\" Sarah said. She looked at the barrel crowding her coffee table like an impromptu centerpiece for their whole living room. Sarah looked at the curio shelf hanging on the opposite wall, full of unused souvenir shot glasses.\n\n\"Let's celebrate,\" she said with a broad grin.\n\nThe sweet, amber red liquid went down easy, making it difficult to sip. The vapor tickled her nose before the bourbon spread inside, warming her throat, and leaving a sweet smooth maple syrup finish that danced in her mouth as she exhaled. Sarah felt obligated to savor this last batch of local history. \"Mmm, that does go down smooth,\" she said, turning the spigot open one more time.\n\nIt wasn't long before the two of them were slow dancing in the living room to music no one could hear. Marissa's cheeks were flushed and hot, radiating closely to Sarah's own head. Marissa stroked the back of Sarah's head and stepped closer, until their chests touched. The sudden realization caused them both to step back and look at each other with pleasant surprise. \n\n\"Oh, why did ya stop,\" said a voice nearby. The looked at the center of the room and saw a little man, no bigger than a Ken doll, sitting on the edge of the cask. He wore a red checkered flannel shirt and Birkenstock sandals, but no nothing else. Sarah winced as the shirt rode up a bit while he stood up on the cask top.\n\n\"What are you, dude?\" Marissa asked. \n\n\"Me? I'm the Spirit of the Maple! You know: *When the sun kissed sap, runs along the track, you can bet you'll be back for that smooth tasting sap!*\"\n\n\"I vaguely remember seeing those commercials, years ago. You're Party Steve Satyr,\" Sarah replied. \"I thought it was corny then, and even as a kid, I knew that rhyming sap with sap was lazy.\"\n\n\"You got it! Yes, Party Steve!\" he joyfully bellowed. \"Looks like you two were having a nice little *soirée* too. Mind if, *I* join in?\"\n\n\"Um, don't take this the wrong way,\" Sarah started, \"but we're not really into foot-tall, half-naked, drunk frat dudes.\"\n\nParty Steve looked down at himself. \"Shit, where are my pants?\" He started to look all over the rim of the cask, swearing and pretending to overturn furniture. The ladies laughed at his antics and sat on the couch to watch more comfortably. They didn't notice how he grew taller, or that he was now searching for pants in their own living room. He stood in front of them but faced the window. As he put his hands on his hips, arms akimbo, the shirt rose up again, revealing a firm ass and the shadow of something larger in front.\n\n\"Well, I guess I need to call for a,\" he said, pausing for effect, \"**SEARCH PARTY**!!!\" \n\nHouse music blasted from the sound bar under the TV, bass and drums echoing in their ears as the lights dimmed and a disco ball dropped from the ceiling fan. Sarah and Marissa looked at each other with shock and surprise. They stood up to say something to the impish man, currently thrusting his crotch at ficus plant in the corner of the room, but both their phones lit up with text messages that boiled down to the same thing: \n\n>OMG you're having a party? We're so there!\n\nAs soon as Sarah deleted the first message, a new one appeared, from family and old friends whom she had lost touch with. Even the contacts in her 'Drunken Possibilities' group asked to come over. They heard doorbell ring over the throbbing dance beat and Marissa was first to the door.\n\n\"Hey, it's been ages,\" said a woman Marissa did not recognize. \"I heard the call from Party Steve-\"\n\n\"PARTY STEVE!\" yelled a stranger from the kitchen. \n\n\"PARTY STEVE!\" the woman responded. She kissed Marissa on the mouth and danced her way into the living room. Marissa blinked in disbelief then looked at the line of people waiting to get inside their suddenly cramped house. Another person stepped up to the threshold and Marissa put her arm to block him.\n\n\"Ten dollar cover,\" she said flatly. He shelled out a twenty dollar bill and she let him step in. She stopped every person as they made their way to the entrance, hearing the dance music occasionally drowned out by the increasingly louder refrain of PARTY STEVE!\n\nSarah watched the madness unfold from her position by the oaken cask. She wasn't about to let total strangers drink her out of house and home. The revelers didn't seem to mind, even adding cash to a make shift tip jar. They were more interested in laughter and dancing, enjoying each other's company. Each seat on the couch had two or three people touching, grinding, and massaging each other as the air got thicker and steamier. \n\n\"Hey, um, Sarah, right?\" asked a man behind her. It was the tall man she met at a bar two weeks ago, known only as \"Sexy Silver Jacket\" in her contacts list. \"Is this your party?\"\n\n\"Yeah, it sort of has a life of its own but I...we... me and Marissa live here.\"\n\n\"It's cool. I feel like it's been ages since I was at an Red Acer Maple party.\"\n\n\"You've been to one of these flash mob parties before? When does it end?\"\n\n\"Usually before sunrise. People start to pair up, or group up as it happens. You picked a nice night for it. The stars look beautiful from your backyard. Have you seen them tonight?\"\n\nSarah decided to throw caution into the wind and took his hand. \"No, but I've love to look with you.\" \n\nThey made love under the ornamental maple tree near the back edge of the property. Starlight filtered through the leaves as Sarah rode him in the cool night air. She lifted her shirt and let him caress her breasts as she bounced up and down on his warm cock. She bent down to kiss him, biting his lip as she raised up again. He thrust deeper into her wet pussy, sending pleasure in waves over her body. He hit her in the right spot, agitating her sex until she couldn't hold back, shuddering and moaning in ecstasy. He was right behind her, filling with his cum in long, sustained jerks. She fell on top of him, letting his cum drip out between them and she giggled as they kissed some more. \n\nIn the morning, Sarah awoke in her own bed, with a massive hangover. She was expecting a disaster area but the living room looked perfectly normal and she started to wonder if it was all a dream.\n\n\"Hey sleepyhead,\" whispered Marissa. \"Want some coffee? Or a Bloody Mary?\"\n\n\"Did... did that really happen?\"\n\n\"You mean the supernatural Dionysian orgy? That thing?\" Marissa looked up wistfully, remembering something special and intimate from last night and chuckled. \"Yeah, we partied *hard* last night. Oh, by the way. You're welcome.\"\n\n\"You're welcome for what?\"\n\nMarissa opened a shoe box on the kitchen counter. It was full of money, neatly stacked. \"It's six grand, Sarah. You made your money back!\"\n\nSarah ran over to Marissa and gave her a big bear hug. \"Oh, thank you! I didn't even think of doing that? We made that much just charging at the door?\"\n\n\"Well, I charged a little extra for people to watch the show in the backyard, so I feel like you earned this more than me.\"\n\nSarah blushed and kissed her friend. \"Thank you. You're a dear friend.\"\n\n\"Don't thank me, thank that little half naked dude,\" Marissa whispered, \"Party Steve.\"\n\nThey both clutched their heads as \"**PARTY STEVE!!!**\" reverberated all over the house.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome.\n\nEdited for spelling and grammar noted below."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] After class was cancelled you head home to discover how your mom has been paying the landlord the rent.
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"content": "Class cancelled on Halloween of all days. Suzan could have slept in instead of driving the twenty minutes to university and back. But plus side? She could see her mom's finished costume earlier. So many packages had arrived but Vivian, her mother, had been pretty hush hush about it. Whatever it was Suzan was sure it was going to be banging.\n\n \n\nSuzan's excitement to see the finished product rose as she neared their loft door. Vivian had raised Suzan alone but as soon as they began living in the \"Lucky Loft\" things had gotten much easier. Enough saved to go to the local community college, a raise at the first job so Vivian could quit the second. And now her mother was celebrating Halloween again which she totally deserved. \n\n \n\nThe loft door was slightly ajar and Suzan could hear a man groaning from outside. Was her mother watching porn in the living room? Well being as lonely as she was Vivian deserved that too. Suzan giggled before sneaking into the loft as quietly as she could. She wasn't expected to come home for three more hours. Why ruin her mom's fun? But as she was sneaking past the living room she froze.\n\n \n\nThere on the living room floor was her mother on her knees, in a school girl uniform that barely covered her bum, servicing Mr. Greggor-the landlord. Greggor moved his hand to obscure Vivian's side vision and that's when Suzan realized she'd been discovered. His eyes bore into hers as his hips still moved to meet her mother's mouth.\n\n \n\n\"Close your eyes whore. I want you sightless today.\" His command followed with him removing the tie on Vivian's uniform and tying it around her eyes. \"Now bend over the couch.\"\n\nVivian's bottom was directly facing the still frozen Suzan. Only briefly obscured by Greggor's hand coming down in a hard smack. \"Thank you, sir.\" The motion and Vivian thanking him must have repeated over twenty times.\n\nBefore Suzan knew it Greggor had positioned himself on the floor with Vivian sitting on his member. He, of course, had her facing Suzan while riding him. Faster and faster until her mother froze.\n\n\"Did you just cum without my permission?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, Sir.\"\n\n\"You will be.\" Greggor forced Vivian onto her knees and hands. He caught Suzan's eyes and stroked himself until her eyes traveled downwards. He was very large and thick. No wonder her mother couldn't help but cum. Greggor chuckled at the lust that filled Suzan's eyes and positioned himself behind her mother.\n\n\"Ow.\" Vivian hissed.\n\n\"Ow? Is that what you're supposed to say?\"\n\n\"I meant thank you, sir.\"\n\n\"For what?\"\n\n\"Giving me anal.\"\n\n\"You're welcome whore.\" Greggor kept going harder and harder, his eyes never leaving Suzan's, as tears escaped from beneath Vivian's blindfold. But she took her punishment until finally Greggor exploded in her. \"Wait ten minutes before moving. November's paid in full.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone Wants A Big-Tiddy Goth GF...
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"content": "(For character inspiration check out the lovely u/curvyelvishgirl on her subreddit. https://www.reddit.com/r/CurvyElvishGirl/)\n\nEveryone wants a big tidy goth gf...and I’m one of the lucky few that do. Maria’s your typical goth girl and nobody seems too bothered by it...aside from the collar she likes to wear out. I think she likes that it makes me uncomfortable. \n\nShe’s also a little more kinkier then I am and likes to be bossy in the bedroom. Not really my thing but I make an exception for her...\n\nOne day when we were sitting in the food court in our local mall eating our lunch, she suddenly started to look around. \n\n“Something wrong babe?”\n\n“Shh...”\n\nShe smirks a little as she pulls up her skirt a little to show me she wasn’t wearing panties. Thank God we had bags on the seats across from us. She gently lifted my head from her pussy to her eyes.\n\n“When we get home, I want you to take off your clothes, and then I want you to take mine off, handcuff me to the bed, and fuck me until I shake from pleasure. “\n\nI didn’t have a chance to respond before she kissed me, sliding her tongue around mine. \n\nWhen we go home I followed my introductions. I stripped as I followed her up the stairs and once she closed the bedroom door, I started to work on getting her naked. \n\n“Good boy.”\n\nShe rubs my cheek and kisses the other. I can’t help but blush. Just as she instructed I handcuffed her to the bed and readied myself.\n\n“Make me beg for it baby.”\n\nShe bites her lip softly and I slid my cock a few inches into her pussy. I rub her hips softly as I slide the rest in. I stay still cupping her tit and leaning down to suck and kiss her nipple. \n\n“Mmm, feel me get wet?”\n\n“Mhm.”\n\nNow the other nipple...\n\n“Mmmmm you’re making so wet baby. I need your cock so bad. “\n\nI smirk and slide my hand, gently teasing her clit. \n\n“Babe, you know how much I love when you play with my clit...God, fuck me please please...”\n\nI finally start fucking her. Her moans fill the room as I follow her instructions to fuck her faster and faster and harder and harder. \n\nShe cums once and starts to quiver in pleasure as she practically begs for me not to stop. Her pussy tightens around my cock again shortly after, so close to another orgasm. I stop suddenly and pull out. She smiles as I wink at her. \n\n“You dick.”\n\n“I know you love it when I tease you Melissa.”\n\n“I do...your still a dick though. “\n\nWe giggle as I lean down and kiss her. She suddenly pulls from the kiss to moan loudly.\n\n“You know me so well...I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!”\n\nDuring the kiss I snuck my fingers into her still sensitive pussy and began to finger her fast. She moaned loudly again as she arched off the bed and soaked my fingers in her juices.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A bard travels the lands, his/her harp and voice able to mesmerize, seduce and arouse. Unfortunately for the towns the Bard visits, he/she has a taste for debauchery and leaving a trail of broken hearts and broken relationships. Everyone is fair game, no matter how pure or faithful...
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"content": "The notes resonated in my bones as he played his songs. His voice stung in my heart and almost brought tears to my eyes. Our small inn did not see many musicians, so this performance was one of the most exceptional and beautiful things I had ever witnessed. It was already a night I would never forget, and then he looked at me.\n\nWith our eyes locked he started to sing a tender song, as if to me. I did not understand the language but the passion in his tone was universal. My heart clenched...as did my legs. I trembled, weak at the knees, completely forgetting I was a married woman. He eventually looked away, but my eyes were locked on him. Every so often he looked back into my eyes and fanned my flame. I felt as if the rest of the audience drifted away. As his song ended I remembered my husband and felt shame... but not enough.\n\nLater that night I gently knocked on the bard's room and entered. \"I have the washcloth you reque..\" I pause, suprised that he is shirtless.\n\"Ah, thank you\" he said, his accented voice still a melodic breeze.\n\n\"Do you.. you want anything else, mister?\" Their eye contact brought her right back to the seranade and she started to feel a peculiar warmth between her hips, like he was melting her.\n\n\"Actually, could you get my back?\" \n\n\"Uh...yes\" I tried to hide her nerves and excitement as I closed the distance and started slowly wiping his back. \"Your music is very beautiful\"\n\n\"Thank you\" he turned and showed me a dizzying smile. \"I'm glad you liked it\"\n\n\"That, um, last song was especially... moving. You're very talented...\" I avert my gaze from his intoxicating eyes, afraid they might lead me to say something scandalous.\n\n\"Sometimes I just get inspired I suppose. I wrote it because of an incredibly beautiful woman I once knew...\" He gently brushes my cheek. \"You actually inspired me to sing it tonight\" I looked back into his eyes, face red and heart racing.\n\nHe opened his mouth and softly starts to sing a verse. I felt like a puppet, gently swaying on every line. His thumb brushed my cheek as he finished the last note. \"...perhaps I will write another inspired by you\". \n\nOverwhelmed, I melted towards him and gently pressed my lips to his. His other hand went to my waist and my hand mirrored, feeling a buzz as I touched his bare skin. With both hands I roamed his chest and back and he kissed my neck in a way that sent shivers down my spine. \"You're mouth is... magical\" I whisper. He pulls back and smiles, then kisses me deeply as pulls at my skirt. Following his lead I lifted my knees and straddled him as he laid down on the bed. He looked me in the eyes as he slowly hiked up my skirt and I nodded, more than ready. To my surprise he slid under my dress. I freeze in slight confusion until his tongue makes contact. I exclaim and cover my mouth, having never experienced such a sensation. As he wriggled his expert tongue I gasped and moaned, the warmth building much more. The feelings were strange but I loved every one of them. After a time the warmth built to be too much and I clenched my body... Then I cried out, jolting as the warmth spread throughout me. \n\nI let myself fall forward, hitting the pillow in a daze. \"That...felt so goood.... please ...take me\"\nI felt him lift my skirt and grab my bottom. Over my shoulder I could see him untie his belt then felt his manhood press against my lips. I gasped as he pushed in, his size being much more than my husband. The stretching fullness felt so good and I could feel my toes curling. He started to pump slowly, kissing my neck, then built up until we were both grunting. Again he overwhelmed me and I cried out, trembling in pleasure.\n\nIn time he started to slow, then he pulled back and coated my back side. He shifted, then I felt the now lukewarm wet cloth wipe his seed from my rump. He then laid next to me and stroked my flushed cheek. He kissed me and whispered \"...it will be a great song indeed\"\n\n\n\n\n(Constructive criticism welcome)\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: If Multiverese theory is to be believed then for every possibility there is a reality in which that possibility is fact. As a result a service has been set up to match people with their favorite characters and vice versa so they can hookup and experiment with their shared fetishes.
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"content": "Roger took deep breath, staring at his hands. He sat on a chair in the waiting room, one of his legs bouncing nervously. To his left sat another man, and to his right a woman, two seats down. All three of them avoided eye contact, and the waiting room was completely silent. \n\nRoger wasn’t sure if he was ready for this.\n\nEvery since he had seen the ad, he been in denial that something like this was possible. How could anyone pull off something like this? But the reviews looked solid, and the service had been getting some good news coverage, so Roger thought “what the hell” and signed up. It couldn’t hurt.\n\nHe slowly looked up from his hands and peered at the guy sitting to his right. The guy was looking at a tablet, but he didn’t seem to be doing anything meaningful. He just kept switching from screen to screen, application to application. Roger stared at him, and shuffled around a little, trying to get the other guy’s attention. Eventually, the other guy looked up.\n\n“Hey,” Roger said, giving the other guy a nod. “What’s your name?”\n\n“Chris,” the other guy said. He looked back down at his tablet.\n\nThere were a few moments of silence.\n\n“Hey,” Roger repeated, quieter this time. Chris looked over at him again. Roger leaned towards him a little. “Who… who’d you sign up for?”\n\nChris pressed his lips together, staring at Roger. There was another pause.\n\n“I think we should keep that to ourselves,” Chris eventually said, looking down at his tablet again.\n\n“Right,” Roger said, nodding at the wall across the room. He settled back into his seat. “Cool cool cool.”\n\nHe looked down at his hands again. After a few seconds of silence, he heard the receptionist in the corner of the room tapping something on a touch screen. Chris sniffed a little. \n\nRoger ran his tongue over his teeth, and slowly looked up from his hands. He turned his head and slowly looked over at the woman to his right. The woman eventually glanced over at him, and Roger began to put on a friendly smile, opening his mouth to speak.\n\n“Don’t even think about it,” the woman said quickly.\n\nShe looked extremely pale, and like she was on the verge of throwing up. Roger closed his mouth and looked back down at his hands. At least he wasn’t the only nervous one. On the wall next to them, the clock ticked on. Silence filled the room again. \n\nAfter what felt like ten years, the door across the room opened, and a woman stepped in. She was short, with brown hair, and wore a white lab coat and some jeans.\n\n“Um,” she said, and then lifted her arm and tapped something on her wrist. A name appeared in the air in front of her. “Roger… Cane?”\n\nRoger shot up from his chair, his eyes widening.\n\n“That’s me,” he exclaimed, glancing around the room and then looking at the woman at the door. “That’s me, I’m Roger, hello there.”\n\n“Hello Roger,” the woman said, putting her arm down, and his name vanished from the air. “You’re up next. Follow me?”\n\n“Absolutely, will do,” Roger replied, and he marched across the waiting room.\n\n“My name is Fiona,” the woman said as she led Roger through the door. “I’ll be checking you in.”\n\nRoger followed Fiona through a hallway and then into a smaller room. One of the walls was covered with controls and blinking lights. Roger couldn’t make heads or tails out of it all, but it all looked very interesting.\n\nFiona tapped a glass screen on the wall and then turned towards Roger. She pointed at a panel nearby.\n\n“Place your thumb here,” she instructed. Roger moved forwards and placed his thumb against the panel. \n\nIt lit up with a blue color for a few moments, and then let out a soft beep.\n\n“Very good,” Fiona said. She took a step to the side, and then pointed at another panel. “Please look here for the retinal scan.”\n\nRoger stepped over to the other panel and leaned forwards, moving his right eye towards it. It lit up, and he resisted the urge to close his eyes as a bright light was shone into his eye.\n\n“Very good,” Fiona repeated. “Nicely done, you’re doing very well.”\n\n“Oh wow, cool,” Roger chuckled nervously in response. \n\nFiona pointed to another panel.\n\n“Say your name for me,” she instructed. Roger stepped over to the panel and leaned forwards.\n\n“Roger Cane,” he said.\n\n“Very good. Now say it again, but with a deeper voice.”\n\n“Roger Cane.”\n\n“Very good. Now say it again, normally, but a little louder.”\n\n“Roger Cane.”\n\nA pleasant sound briefly resonated through the entire room. Fiona smiled.\n\n“Very good Roger, you’re all signed in. Now, let’s see what we’re dealing with…”\n\nThere was another sound, and Roger turned around to discover that the wall opposite was actually a giant screen, with his name glowing in large letters across the top. Fiona read the information under it, and then read the description of the chosen partner. \n\nHer eyebrows moved upwards.\n\nShe turned her head and gave Roger a look. Her eyes moved up and down his body, and a smile of amusement tugged at the corner of her mouth.\n\n“...okay,” she said with a slight chuckle.\n\n“What?” Roger asked, feeling his face warming up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”\n\n“Oh, nothing,” Fiona smiled, with a tone that suggested the opposite. She turned back towards the screen. “Well, you’ve got the premium package… three hours with her… you really want to get everything out of this that you can, huh? Well, I can see why…”\n\nHer eyes lingered on the picture accompanying the description of the partner.\n\n“Alright, well let’s get this thing going,” she said after a pause. “This is going to take a little longer than normal, because they partner you’ve chosen, well… doesn’t exist here… but it’ll work out.”\n\nNo matter how much Roger tried to convince himself otherwise, he couldn’t see a way which this would work out. It just wasn’t possible. Maybe if he had picked someone like, say, his high school crush, or Megan Fox, or even that actress from the old black and white movie he had watched as a kid. Then he could be getting somewhere with this. But even as he followed Fiona into another room, he couldn’t shake the belief that this wouldn’t work. It just wasn’t possible. It couldn’t happen… \n\n“Well, here we are,” Fiona said, spreading her arms and gesturing around the room. “The premium package includes a queen sized bed, a coffee table, two armchairs, and a fireplace complete with real actual fire. There’s also a fridge filled with drinks, and in that container over there you’ll find some delicious authentic pizza rolls. And if you look up-”\n\n“Excuse me,” Roger interrupted, and Fiona looked down from the plasma screen tv on the ceiling, staring at him with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, but… this just can’t be possible. Can it? She’s not even a real person! I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have spent money on this, can I get a refund, or maybe-”\n\n“Ah ah ah,” Fiona said, holding up a finger. “Actually, we get this a lot. Believe me, it is possible. She exists somewhere, Roger.”\n\n“Oh, come on,” Roger said, tilting his head at her. “She doesn’t exist, someone made her up. And even if she does exist somewhere…” he gestured at himself, a pained expression appearing on his face, “...I mean, look at me. Just look at me.”\n\nFiona’s eyes traveled up and down again, taking in his appearance, khakis with a thick wool sweater, complete with large square glasses over his eyes. She stared at him in silence for a few seconds, a small smile on her face.\n\n“...she exists somewhere, Roger.”\n\nWith that, Fiona turned and started walking towards the door.\n\n“This will take a few minutes,” she said over her shoulder. “Stay in here, no matter what you do, do not leave this room. This room will be monitored for the duration of your activity, but don’t worry…” she stopped at the doorway and looked over her shoulder, giving him a suggestive smile, “I won’t watch…”\n\nFiona left and closed the door behind her.\n\nRoger sighed and looked around the room, shaking his head. There was no way this was going to work…\n\nFrom somewhere outside the room, there was a soft humming noise. Roger started to make his way over to the queen sized bed. He turned and threw himself onto it, staring at the floor. God, I’m so stupid, he thought to himself. Such a stupid idiot. Such a moronic, stupid idiot. Even if she existed somewhere, in some universe, he was Roger, just Roger, with the khakis and the dorky glasses. Who was he kidding. She would never… \n\nThere was a faint popping noise, and Roger looked up.\n\nHe stared at the door, or at least, where the door had been a split second before. Now there was nothing, just a blank stretch of wall where the door used to be. \n\nRoger blinked, his face blank. The door had simply vanished from existence.\n\n“Okay,” he muttered to himself.\n\n“Congratulations!”\n\nRoger jumped, a noise of the embarrassing variety escaping his mouth. \n\nThe voice was feminine, and it sounded automated. It seemed to be coming from the walls themselves.\n\n“Roger Cane, I am pleased to inform you that the coupling was a success. We’ve found a 95 percent match!”\n\n“A success?” Roger repeated, glancing around at the walls surrounding him. “No way…”\n\nThere was another faint popping noise. Roger looked to his left to discover that another door had materialized on the wall opposite from where the previous door had been. \n\n“When you are ready,” the computer voice said, and Roger jumped again, “knock on the door. If you’re partner is ready, they will tell you to come in. This can be intense for some people. Please take all the time you need. And finally…”\n\nRoger looked down at his hands. How was he supposed to get ready for this?\n\n“...enjoy.”\n\nThere was a soft beep, and the computer voice spoke no more."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were born with an identical twin. Sort of. You and your 'twin' share a single consciousness, a single will. You're one person in two completely functional bodies, each with their own brain to process the wealth of stimuli you receive. You don't hesitate to use this to your advantage.
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"content": "Hi, I'm Sara. And also Lara. Allow me to explain. I was born as two girls, and by that I mean that I'm one single spirit that inhabits two bodies. At first, it was hard to divide my focus between to different sets of receptors, limbs and positions, however, as I grew up I got far better at multitasking, to the point I could control both halves of me as any other spirit could control one body. I would like to say that my condition is \"high skill, high reward\". The immediate benefit I got from it was that I could study and entertain myself at the same time, so wherever as everyone else had to choose between having fun or being responsible, I got to do both, I just had to vary which body I used for which at any time. I also got pretty great at acting, seeing as I had to create differences between the two \"twins\". Sara was the smarter, more reliable and responsible; while Lara was cooler, funnier and more adventurous. Still, I really didn't have to study that much due to how easier it is when you can constantly ask and answer yourself in a question of seconds. \n\n\nHowever, you see, that's not the only advantage, because this meant I always had a \"partner\" to be able to practice stuff with. I still remember the hours I spent kissing myself in order to elaborate the best possible technique, the times I went down on me and ate my pussy like it was the tastiest thing in the world, but I had one favorite memory from my days as a couple of young adults.\n\n\nThe twins were both twenty year old still living on the surrounding suburbs of Chicago, but now no longer under their parents's ceiling. They now lived in an apartment, as roommates. They both had their own jobs, but we were currently single. As Lara walked home from her shift, she came across a sex shop promoting a sale. Feeling cheeky, I decided to buy a strap on.\n\n\nThat night, after the twins ate their dinner and locked all doors and windows, I fucked myself. It took me a moment to decide, but it made more sense (at least to me) for Sara to fuck Lara. It's really a mindfuck to feel your sweaty palms to grab on to the hips of the woman in front of you and at the same time feel the woman behind you grabbing you by them. To yell from two bodies in erotic pleasure, to thrust forward and feel the impact of it against you. It made me wet, really wet. And it made me want to do it every night, and that I did. For a solid month, I couldn't think of going a single night without I didn't fuck myself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A loving couple discusses/tries male anal play for the first time
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"content": "Frank nervously drew the bedroom curtains while Thalia was still in the bathroom. In his rational mind, he knew that no one could see them, either from the street or from other houses, but he felt like he needed to be assured of a certain level of privacy tonight. On a privacy scale that went from \"Red Light District fuck show,\" to \"Porno Faux Wood Basement Den,\" *he'd* rather be doing it in an abandoned bank vault. \n\nThalia came back to the room in her bath towel, drying her short hair with a smaller one. \"Your turn,\" she said. \"Don't forget what you learned about being *thorough*.\" Thalia gave him an encouraging pat on the butt as he went to the bathroom.\n\nWhen he returned, Thalia was kneeling on the bed, looking at the array of toys in front of her. She wore her black silk nightie, the one that shimmered in the dim light. Frank loved how her body filled it and he let his gaze run up and down, from her smooth neck and pert breasts, to her wide hips and luscious ass. The bath towel around his waist started to feel a little uncomfortable.\n\n\"Are you sure you want to do this?\" she asked as he draped a dry towel on the bed and laid on it, naked. \"I'll love you the same way no matter what.\" She could see his eyes dart around as he performed some mental calculus. \"If you're heart's not into it, we can play like before,\" she said, running her fingers along his side.\n\nFrank closed his eyes as the goosebumps blossomed under her gentle touch. She always knew where his most sensitive spots were, but they were hoping to find new ones tonight. Thalia seemed especially excited when they read the web comic about prostate play last week, and Frank was game. But now, at the moment of truth, he felt a slight pang of doubt.\n\n\nHe took a deep breath and summoned his courage. \"Thalia, I love you and trust you. Completely. I want to make us both happy.\" \n\nThalia's grin widened. She shuffled over to him and kissed him on the cheek. \"Are you ready, my love?\" she whispered. Frank nodded and she kissed him again, tenderly on his mouth. Thalia planted more kisses on his neck and shoulders, delighting at his soft moans. Frank's firm muscles smelled fresh and clean as she explored him more.\n\n\"Roll over for me, baby,\" she instructed him. Frank turned his body so that his back was facing her, curved like he was ready to be spooned. His skin was so soft after being in the shower, she thought. Her hands kneaded his back effortlessly, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin. She wanted to feel more of him, so she slid into the big spoon position, the silk nightie shifting between them. \"Any time you want to stop, baby,\" she whispered, \"you let me know.\"\n\nThalia grabbed Frank by his flesh, where his thighs and butt met, then rotated his hip so the leg draped over the other. She stroked his gams and ass, watching his reaction. Frank didn't resist, letting her explore his backside. She dipped her long finger between his legs and touched his balls, and he gasped. \"Are you okay?\"\n\n\"Yeah, it's so different, getting felt up from behind.\"\n\n\"Welcome to every woman's experience, ever,\" she replied, giggling. \"Do you like it, not being able to see what comes next?\"\n\n\"It's kind of thrilling, to be honest.\" He grabbed his cock and felt how stiff it had become. \"I'm so excited.\"\n\n\"Good. I'm going to move down a bit okay?\"\n\nThe cold air that replaced her body when she separated startled him. Frank felt her warm hand again on his back as she dragged it down his spine. Her finger teased his crack, just sliding on the surface to his balls, and then back. Her fingers began to spread him wider, letting her finger glide deeper into his crack. He reflexively puckered when she first grazed his asshole, running over the hot, wrinkled spot. \n\n\"Shh, shh,\" she whispered as his back went straight. \"It's okay, it's okay. Are you alright?\"\n\n\"Y-yeah, yeah.\"\n\n\"Okay, I'm going to get some lube. This might be a little cold,\" she said as she returned with two slick fingers to moisten his entrance. Frank rotated his hip a bit more to give her more access and she took that as a good sign. She circled his asshole with one finger, then pressed into it with the gentlest of pressure.\n\n\"Ooh,\" he moaned, as the finger slid in. His instinct was to clamp down on it, and he felt a dull ache as he tried to relax his muscles. Thalia rubbed his back to sooth him, and he began to breath normally. \"This, this is starting to feel good.\"\n\n\"I'm so glad, baby,\" she replied. \"Just relax, okay, get used to the feeling.\" Thalia slowly dipped her finger until it was completely in his ass. His asshole was pulsing around it until she felt him loosen even more. \"How do you feel?\"\n\nFrank couldn't believe it. The feeling of her finger curled up inside him was mind-blowing. She managed to twist her hand so that her fingertip could tap at the edge of his prostate, the hard nub just behind his ball sack. Every touch sent electricity to his cock, his lust building deep inside. \"I think I'm ready for more,\" he said, turning to look at her.\n\nThalia removed her finger and wiped it with a damp wash cloth. Looking at her toys, she selected a narrow male plug that stimulated the prostate internally and externally, and flared inward at the base to stay snugly planted. She placed a few more drops of lube on the big tip and Frank contorted his body so he could watch her put it in him. The rounded tip slid in effortlessly, as if guided by the natural curves and bends inside him. Frank let out a little whimper as the rest fit into place, almost like a glove.\n\n\"Oh god, that feels amazing,\" he said, smiling. Thalia watched his cock throb as she wiggled the handle at the base, until the outer arm pressed directly on his prostate. \"Yeah, right there. Oh fuck, that's great.\"\n\nThalia rotated him onto his back, legs slightly apart. Frank's ass provided ample cushion to keep the plug from going deeper, and she loved how his balls hung over the outer tip. She looked in his eyes with desire as she took him in her mouth. He craned his back and grabbed the bedsheets, quivering under her control. She played with his tip in her mouth, circling the head, letting her drool leak all over his shaft. She could feel her own pussy begin to drip from her own excitement. Thalia moved up and straddled his waist. She kissed him passionately as she felt his cock slip between her ass cheeks. \n\n\"Oh god, Thalia, I love you. I need you. Please, please,\" he begged as she teased his cock more with her grinding. \n\n\"Yes, my love. Take me,\" she whispered as she lifted herself onto his hard cock. \"Ohh, yes,\" she moaned. \n\nThalia controlled the pace, holding his legs down with her feet as she slowly took all of him in, filling her up. She leaned back and touched the plug, watching him shiver and buck against it, feeling his cock twitch inside her. They found their rhythm, sliding up and over as they both let their pleasure overload their senses.\n\n\"Oh fuck, I'm cumming,\" he grunted as he shot the first load. It felt like he was cumming for the first time ever, like a giant wave of pleasure was being squeezed through him in spurts and thrusts. He held her hips as he continued to cum in her, the waves refusing to subside. \n\nWhen he dropped his arms to his side, she knew he was finished. She slid off of his glistening cock and kissed him, guiding him back on to his side. As she slowly removed the plug, more semen oozed out of his receding head. She wrapped it in a towel then wiped him up.\n\n\"Review?\" she asked, wiping his sweaty brow.\n\n\"Five stars,\" he said, catching his breath. \"I haven't cum like that since I was virgin.\"\n\n\"So, like two weeks ago?\" she asked sarcastically. \n\nFrank laughed and rolled with her on the bed, pinning her over the other toys. \n\n\"Heh heh... ow,\" she said between laughs. \"I think I'm sitting on a steel butt plug.\"\n\nFrank gave her a smirk. \"So I guess the question is, who gets to wear it next.\"\n\n\"Oh no, what anal-loving monster have I created?\" she asked before he smothered her in kisses.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A faitful husband sleeps with his wife, only to discover that its a shapeshifter and his real wife is watching from the closest. And THEN things get kinky.
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"content": "\"A little more to the left,\" Alice said to Kevin as he held the large framed mirror against the wall in the spare bedroom. \"Just a bit more and you'll be even. Perfect.\"\n\nKevin marked the top edges and measured down to the points where the anchors would need to be placed. He propped the heavy mirror against the wall and shook out his arms. \n\n\"Was it heavy, baby?\" she asked coyly. Alice rubbed his hairy arms with a sympathetic smile. Alice loved how his forearms rippled with strong, sinewy muscles under the brown curly hair. \"You look like you could use a break.\"\n\n\"Honey, it's only going to take me another fifteen minutes to get this up,\" he said, kissing her on the cheek. \n\n\"You're so diligent,\" she said with a pout, flopping onto the bed opposite the wall where the mirror would hang. \"You have all this energy for menial tasks but when it comes to satisfying your wife...\"\n\n\"You're not... satisfied?\" he asked, turning around. \"I'm so sorry to hear that ma'am,\" he said in a synthetic customer service voice. \"What can I do to make this right?\"\n\nKevin started to walk over to the bed while doing his best robot dance. He bent over the bed and dangled his arm, bent at the elbow, slapping her breasts with the broken robot arm. \"DOES THIS MAKE YOU HORNY...BAY-BEE,\" he hummed monotonously. He could only keep up the act for a couple seconds before breaking down in laughter.\n\nShe shuffled over to make room for Kevin and he laid down beside her. \"Nah, baby, you're all man. My man,\" she whispered, punctuating it with a kiss on his neck.\n\nKevin let out a soft groan as she worked her magic in the crook between his neck and shoulders. Her breath felt cool on the damp spaces she left behind as she explored every inch of his skin. \n\n\"Honey, that feels so nice,\" he said as he caressed her hips. He reached around and pulled her tight against his body with a swift grip of her firm ass. Rolling her on top of him, he felt his cock grow stiff in his jeans as she ground her hips into it slowly. \"Oh, fuck yeah,\" he moaned.\n\nAlice lifted her shirt over her head and he grabbed her breasts, kneading them in time with her rocking butt. His fingers glided over her silky smooth skin, only stopping to roll her pink nipples until they hardened, like his own cock below. They dry humped in bed for a while, just enjoying the feeling of constraint within their cotton clothes. Alice finally rolled off the bed and stood by the double closet. She unbuttoned her pants and dropped them, along with her panties in a single motion. She bent down with her legs spread, held onto the closet doorknobs and looked back at him.\n\n\"What are you waiting for?\" she asked with a devious smile.\n\nKevin almost set a world record for stripping out of his clothes and bounced off the bed. He reached down between her legs and felt her hot mound, already slick, her clit a smooth nub, sending her moaning with the gentlest of touches. He dipped the head of his cock into her pussy, letting her tighten and relax against him. \n\n\"Oh, fuck you're so thick, Kevin,\" she moaned. She loved how he held onto her ass and slowly sank deeper into her tight pussy. \"F-fuck, yeah,\" she whimpered. \n\nKevin closed his eyes in ecstasy as he slid in and out of her hot sex. The warm creamy slick that covered his cock glistened as they moved in faster rhythm. Alice's hold onto the doorknobs turned the closet into a drum, the wood clapping against its frame as his base slapped against her ass. \n\n\"That's it, right there baby,\" she moaned as she bent her legs to find a different angle. As he curved into her, he reached over her back and grabbed her breasts from behind, holding her tits tightly as he fucked her even harder. \"Oh, fuck!\" she yelled, arching her back into him. She ripped her hands off the doorknobs and the closet doors flung open. \"Oh shit! Fuck!\" she said in a panicked voice.\n\nKevin opened his eyes and couldn't believe what he saw. Looking over Alice's shoulder, he could see Alice, *another Alice*, sitting spread eagle with her pants unbuttoned and her hand under her panties. \"Wha...what?\" He started to walk backwards, slipping out of Alice and fell backwards onto the bed.\n \nThe closet Alice stood next to naked Alice like identical twins. Kevin's chest started heaving as his brain tried to process what he was seeing. The woman he was just fucking morphed into an emerald green figure with no distinguishing features. He was about to scream when the other Alice jumped on the bed next to him.\n\n\"Shh, shh, it's okay Kevin, it's okay,\" she said, stroking his arm. \"This is me. Really, it's me.\"\n\n\"Alice? Why? Who... what is...\" \n\nA feminine mouth formed on the green figure's face and spoke. \"You can call me OMNI. I am very sorry for the deception. Your wife loves you very much, but she's been harboring a secret desire.\"\n\nAlice teared up as she looked into Kevin's eyes. \"Baby, I'm so sorry. I love you so, so much, and I thought I could keep my cravings inside of me. But these last six months, they've been torture!\"\n\n\"Alice, what do you mean?\"\n\n\"I... I like to watch sex, live, sweaty, ugly sex. At first I thought I was just learning, you know? Learn by watching. But more and more, I felt like I couldn't be happy unless I was seeing you fuck me from the outside, like an out-of-body experience.\" She turned away and stifled her cries. \"I love when we do it, I love how you hold me tight and I know there's nothing in the world that could tear us apart. Maybe nothing except, me.\"\n\n\"How did you find *this*,\" he asked, pointing to OMNI. \n\n\"Evelyn. She has a lot of friends and colleagues who don't really conform to what we can do. We planned our first session three months ago.\"\n\nKevin calculated where they were in that time. \"The trip to Nantucket?\" he asked. That's when we stayed at the B&B. That's when you let me... oh shit.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry baby, I knew you wanted anal but I wasn't ready. OMNI took care of you and I watched and learned.\"\n\nKevin winced and rubbed his shut eyes, trying to erase the memory. \"Fuck Alice, why didn't you say anything?\"\n\n\"I knew you wanted it! Don't act like you didn't love every second of it.\"\n\n\"In all fairness it was my first time too,\" chimed in OMNI. \"I made sure to give Alice a full report.\"\n\n\"Can you just, leave, NOW!?\" he said angrily. \"Alice and I need to talk, privately.\"\n\nOMNI morphed again and looked like a young woman wearing sensible winter clothes. \"Again, I am sorry for the deception, and I hope you can both move on from this.\" She stood by the bedroom door and looked back. \"Let's go everybody.\"\n\nKevin felt the bed sink as the foam mattress topper melted and pooled at the edge of the bed. It reformed as another green form before morphing into a middle-aged man in a business suit. \n\n\"Please Kevin,\" he said, straightening his tie. \"Don't be so hard on her. She really does love you.\"\n\nKevin gasped as the framed mirror against the wall melted and became a thin woman with long, straight hair. \n\nKevin drooped his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. \"Is that **everyone**?\" He heard more rustling throughout the house as the shapeshifters got ready to depart. After a few minutes, the footsteps stopped and he heard the sound of the front door close.\n\nAlice looked at him with pleading eyes. \"Kevin, can you forgive me?\"\n\n\"This... this is a lot to process Alice. Is this cheating? Am I a fucking idiot for not noticing sooner?\"\n\n\"No, baby, please, don't think like that.\" She paused and let the silence fill the room as they both were lost in their thoughts. \"I can get help. Real help. This won't ever happen again, I promise.\"\n\n\"Alice, I wish you talked to be sooner about this, maybe out in the open we could have found a better arrangement. Now... I don't know. I just don't know.\"\n\n​\n\nA week later, Kevin looked in the mirror he just hung in the spare bedroom stood back. It was set perfectly on the wall, centered across from the bed. He put his tools back into the bag and walked into the kitchen, where she was making lunch. \"Mirror's done.\"\n\n\"Thanks, Kev,\" she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. \"She's hiding in the bathtub, behind the shower curtains,\" OMNI whispered.\"I think she likes me bent over the sink.\"\n\nKevin smiled and let OMNI trace the outline of the stiff cock in his jeans. \"Well then, let's give her a show.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Humanity meets an alien race that communicates through physical contact. Rubbing, slapping, penetrating… these all have perfectly innocent, legitimate meanings, but the aliens do get a bit confused about how humans react to them. You love your job as an interpreter...
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"content": "Dr. Arden stopped at Costco before heading into work to buy another case of premium sticky notes. When she requisitioned more with the department assistant, the quality of both the paper and adhesive was so lacking, she was better off using it for tissues. Often times she did, especially after visiting the Miasma. \n\nHer advanced class was already seated at their lab tables when she arrived. The four of them looked like they were going to fall out of their stools as she closed the door and pulled the shades down for privacy. \n\n\"I can see you're all excited for today's lesson,\" she began, \"but I reiterate, this is just one step in a very long and complicated path to becoming an interpreter. Keep your expectations low. Does anyone have questions from last night's readings? Yes, Beth.\"\n\nThe blond student lowered her hand. \"I read your book on Miasma linguistics from cover to cover and nowhere does it say why they chose the hagfish. Can you elaborate on that?\"\n\n\"That's a good question, Beth,\" she replied. \"The short answer is no one knows for sure. The long answer is full of circumspection, endless data, and obviously, a lot, I mean, **a lot**, of slime. My best guess is that the hagfish's defense mechanism provides a stable medium to transfer the Miasma intact, but I can't also discount the absolute random luck of it, I mean if it weren't for that freak encounter at the Atlanta aquarium, humanity would still be under the false impression that we've been alone this whole time.\"\n\n\"The Great Fish Fuck of 2026,\" Bill interrupted. \n\n\"Well, in our field we call it 'ETLC-1,' our first recorded encounter with extra-terrestrial life, but I know how the rest of the world sees it. If you want to stay in my class, you should stay away from such colloquialisms.\"\n\n\"To be clear, no one knows exactly when the Miasma arrived on Earth,\" she continued. \"For the longest time, they were simply classified as fungi: *Rubrumlutum Communia* looked like a network of sprouts and toxic spores found on every continent and almost every major island. There is documentation of humans and animals falling ill, and sometimes dying after Miasma exposure, going back 1500 years. I suspect that they've been here longer.\"\n\nThe class turned their heads when someone gently knocked on the classroom door. Two TAs entered, pushing a covered cart. After removing the black sheet, the class could see that it was a large glass water tank with reinforced edges and a locked top. Dr. Arden entered her key code and unlocked the cover, then let it retract into its slot. In the murky blue-green water, the students saw a glimmer of something eel-like, moving around slowly. \n\n\"This specimen has been activated for about a week, so it's only a little bit out of sync with the rest of the Miasma. We find that this is the optimal window of time to induce a connection, because the strength of possession will give them complete motor skills without causing permanent damage to our hosts.\"\n\n\"Us,\" Tarron chimed in.\n\n\"Well, maybe not *you*, Tarron. Now since Beth received the highest grade in the last test, I will give her the option of being the host or the guest.\"\n\nBeth stood up and smiled. \"I want to feel *everything*, Dr. Arden. I want to be the guest.\"\n\n\"This is true, whoever is the host will feel and remember nothing during the encounter. The Miasma will control your body but cannot access your mind. Likewise, your mind will be effectively cut off from all external input. It will feel like a short nap. Yes, Jesse?\"\n\n\"Is it true about the after effects? Do people become more... frisky after an encounter?\"\n\nDr. Arden laughed. \"I don't know how these rumors get started. No. Absolutely not. People have reported feelings of relaxation, of feeling refreshed, but no, there's no truth to the rumor that you become insatiably horny from the hagfish. That's on you. If any of you bought that so called 'Hagfish Hero' powder from GNC, you got ripped off.\"\n\nThe class giggled and Jesse bowed his head, red-faced and embarrassed.\n\n\"Now Jesse, since you got the second highest score, you can choose to be the host, or pass it on to the rest of the class. What would you like to do?\"\n\n\"I'd like to be the host, please,\" he replied.\n\n\"Very good. Please go to the back room, where you both will find robes. Please come back only wearing them and we'll begin. Now the rest of you, please remain quiet during the encounter, take good notes and watch everything.\"\n\nJesse and Beth returned to the front of the room as instructed. The TA's took their robes, leaving them standing naked with the tank in between them. Jesse was proud of his body, having put in effort to keep fit, but the cool air of the classroom and the eyes on his body made his cheeks hot with embarrassment. \n\n\"How are you so calm, standing there in the buff,\" he asked Beth. She looked at him with calm eyes and a quiet confidence that he envied.\n\n\"I used be a nude model when I was a sophomore,\" she replied. \"I guess I got used to the idea of being objectified. At least this time, it's for SCIENCE!\" \n\nDr. Arden approached the tank with long latex gloves and carefully touched the hagfish underwater. Its defensive slime built up in the tank, making the water thick. As she lifted the purple, smooth, slimy invertebrate out of the tank, the translucent ooze dripped between her fingers in streaks and dollops, back into the water without end. Jesse swallowed the lump in his throat and started to wonder if volunteering was such a great idea.\n\n\"Dr. Arden, how much slime do I have to drink?\" he asked.\n\nA TA approached Dr. Arden from behind with an empty plunger connected to a long catheter. He expertly pulled enough slime to fill the plunger.\n\n\"Jesse, if you had completed the reading, you'd know that you don't *drink* the slime.\" Dr. Arden replaced the hagfish back in the tank then removed her gloves. \"The Miasma need a more direct route to your brain, and the human male's nervous system has the perfect portal.\" Jesse followed her eyes as she turned her gaze lower, until she at his flaccid penis. \"Don't worry, you won't feel a thing.\"\n\nThe class giggled as he looked around the room with a slightly panicked expression. He heard the snap of a latex glove and saw the other TA get behind him.\n\n\"Don't worry Jesse, I'm here to prop you up if you fall, okay?\" the TA explained. \"Now I'm about hold your penis and Gordon is going to insert the catheter. It's okay, man. It's nothing personal.\" The TA pulled back Jesse's foreskin and held his penis at a slightly upward angle. The other TA dabbed a little extra slime in his hole before inserting the end of the catheter.\n\nJesse felt only a slight tickle for a moment. \"That wasn't so bad,\" he said, sighing. The TA pushed down on the end of the plunger and the cold rush of liquid hit Jesse like a freight train. \"Aahh!\" he gasped before his body went slack, falling into the TA's arms. The catheter was removed and Gordon moved the tank against the wall, so that the space was only occupied by Beth, Jesse, and the TA holding him up. \n\n\"Okay class,\" Dr. Arden said. \"Watch as the Miasma awakens in Jesse.\"\n\n***\n*To be continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Watersports/pee desperation/ pee kink] You take a trip to a newly opened coffee shop that caters to every part of your pee kink
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"content": "\"How many in your party?\" asked the young woman outside. She was holding a phone in one hand with a reservation app loaded, a tray of shot glasses full of green fluid in the other. Michelle craned her neck to see how far she was from the coffee shop entrance before focusing on the hostess.\n\n\"One please,\" she replied. \"How long is the wait?\"\n\n\"I think from here, we can get you inside in about an hour. Is that okay?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I can wait. By the way, what is that?\" Michelle asked, pointing at the small glasses.\n\n\"This is a new juice blend of wheat grass and asparagus shoots. There's some bee pollen and cilantro to give it an herbaceous top note, and then you'll notice the earthy finish. It's very good at helping you flush out the gunk in your guts. Try one?\"\n\nMichelle picked up a shot and brought it up to her nose. The cold weather kept most of the aroma from reaching her but she did pick up the faint aroma of the fresh greens. She brought it to her mouth and drank half the shot. \n\n\"You're right,\" she said, wiping her tongue on the roof of her mouth. \"That's got a nice taste.\" She finished the shot and handed the empty glass back to the hostess.\n\n\"If you want, I can run back and get you anything you need while you wait for a table.\" The hostess looked eager to please, and Michelle appreciated her attentiveness. It would make the wait that much more enjoyable.\n\nMichelle only moved ten feet in line after thirty minutes but already finished two large coffees. The cold air that occasionally whipped over the city block could only be defended against by the warm steam vapor that wafted from her third cup. At least her belly was warm. She slid her bare hand in between the buttons of her pea coat, rubbing her stomach in slow circles. The warmth underneath her outerwear felt comforting to her frigid fingers, giving them a little relief as she waited. She felt a slight but familiar pang inside, just above her belly button, a gentle reminder that she hadn't gone to the bathroom in five hours. She took another sip of her coffee to take her mind off of it.\n\n\"I heard they have plastic footies,\" Michelle overheard the party in front of her say. \"Oh my god, I can't wait to get out of this cold. Fuck!\" Michelle had read the same online review, how \"Nature's Call\" went out of their way to accommodate the busy, kinky lifestyle of its patrons. Even the wait outside added to the experience, building her anticipation. \n\nBy now, Michelle reached the edge of the frosted windows, only a few feet from the door, but her bladder was even more anxious to get inside. The slight pang became a persistent itch that tingled from her asshole, over her pussy and clit, turned inward and pulsed on her bladder. She closed her eyes to try and relax her breathing, while she pumped her pelvic muscles to stanch the hot liquid that wanted to escape. She methodically tightened and released her pussy and asshole while counting in her head, *Hold, two, three, four, release, two, three, four, hold, two, three four, release...* \n\nShe finally reached the door, only minutes before she could enter, but had to wait a little longer for a space to open. Her holding technique was starting to break down. As she waited, she slipped her arm out of her sleeve and discretely held a paper napkin under her damp panties. A mixture of cream and piss soaked through the napkin, cooling on her fingers. She closed her legs around her hand and felt more leaking down her thighs. Her pussy was so hot as she tried to focus on anything but the bloat that wanted to escape. Michelle tried for her last distraction, slowly massaging her clit. Her little nub was already slick as she thumbed the top of her lips, under the hood, and teased herself. The sensation sent a jolt up and down her spine, giving her a much needed replacement for the other ache in her belly. \n\nThe door opened for her and she was hit by a wave of heat and humid air. The smell of coffee, asparagus, and peat filled her nostrils and made her even more delirious. Stepping inside, she saw that the counter against the back wall was barricaded by snaking walls of frosted glass. An open waterfall cascaded over a wall that separated the order side from the dining area, trickling into a shallow pool. She was still twenty people away from the register, everyone hobbling or dancing, trying to hold it in. She saw hands of people squatting below the frosted glass walls, moaning and clenching the railings.\n\n\"Welcome, to Nature's Call,\" said the hostess. \"If you'd like, we have some complimentary shoe covers and some soft towels while you wait.\"\n\n\"Th-thanks,\" Michelle said, slipping the covers over her sneakers. She hung her peacoat on a rack by the door and looked at the mess in her crotch. Her attempt to stanch the leak was a failure, as she stared at the circle of dampness that streaked down her leggings. She patted the large spot with the towel but only felt the throbbing in her belly get hotter and fuller, pulsing along her sides and ribcage. \n\nShe stood in the queue, close to the waterfall. Every drip in the pool drove her even more insane, her mind only able to focus on one word: *release*. She couldn't take it anymore, the desire for relief overtaking her weakened sense of modesty. Michelle pulled down her soaked pants to her ankles and squatted, holding the rail with one hand and the towel over her pussy with the other. She let out a guttural moan as she let it all go, soaking the towel in seconds, before the corners of the cloth began to dribble hot piss into her crumpled pants. She let go of the handrail and knelt on all fours, feeling even more warm liquid shoot over the floor and her naked thighs. Dropping the towel, she reached underneath and fingered her pussy, the wet slaps of her palm striking her lips echoing in the line. Michelle's muscles spasmed as the pleasure from being watched while she fucked her slick pussy was too much to bear. Moaning loudly again, she felt her pussy clench and pulse around her fingers, aching for more relief. \n\nWhen she was able to catch her breath, she saw the hostess standing on the opposite side of the divider with a handful of towels. \"How was your experience, today?\" she asked, helping Michelle up.\n\n\"This... this place is fucking awesome!\" she exclaimed between haggard breaths.\n\n\"I'm so glad to hear it. We have a wash and dry service if you'd like to freshen up before you go.\"\n\n\"How long will that take?\"\n\nThe hostess smiled. \"Oh, you have maybe another hour. I can fetch you a drink if you'd like to wait.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome. Was this every part of the kink? Let me know.\n "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A sub/dom couple make their power fantasy a reality by shrinking the sub down to 6 inches tall.
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"content": "Sam stared at the glory of her magical mistress's pussy. She of course had always loved it, but now it was like there was more to enjoy and please. \n\"What are you waiting for?\" her mistress said, voice seemingly booming in Sam's newly small ears.\n\nSam scurried eagerly across the bed sheets and smiled up at her. Sam reached down and stroked her fuzzy outer lips. She ran them up and down, gently teasing as the witch relaxed. Sam bent slightly at the hips and kissed her baseball sized clit. The resulting shudder of her mistress coursed through Sam tiny body like a shockwave. She pressed on, kissing more and more, until one large spasm knocked her back. She giggled as she fell gently against her mistress's soft thigh. Undettered, Sam backed up and vaulted onto her prone lover's bush. She walked to the end of the ankle high grass, turned around then lowered to her stomach. She crawled forward then attacked the clitoris from her more stable position. She licked for a while, then took as much as it as she could in her mouth and sucked as well. Her mistress squirmed and bucked with pleasure. Sam had to brace her hands against her mistress's thighs and feet against the slight rise of her stomach to stay in place. \n\nShe sucked until the deafening cries crescendoed. \n\"Good pet\" her mistress moaned. Sam turned her body around and smiled at her. Then she started to slide down her pussy. Halfway down Sam stopped her descent two armfuls of hair, then plunged her legs into her mistress's pussy. \n\"Oh! Clever..\" Sam wiggled in as much as she could, then resumed licking her clit again with vigor. Feeling stable enough, she started to flutter her legs to great effect.\n\n A few orgasms later, Sam fell against her mistress's thigh, exhausted.\n\"Ooh, well done\". The satisfied witch delicately plucked Sam from inside her and brought her to up her face, licking her own juices of her lower half.\n\"Now it's your turn\" she said, resting Sam's tiny pussy on the tip of her tongue.\n\n\nFeedback welcome (sorry I didn't proofread)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Need Ideas For New Series/Stories
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"content": "I love reading stories about women experiencing orgasms in public settings, whether from manual, mechanical, or supernatural stimulation. The initial shyness and panic about the situation they're in; the slow descent into a fog of absolute lust that allows them to finally let go; it's all about the journey of getting there ... or of getting taken there (if it's not entirely voluntary).\n\nI know that's pretty general, and may not be what you're looking for here, but on the off chance it gets the creative ideas flowing, i thought I'd throw it out there."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A porn parody/version of an Oscar nominated film
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"content": "\"You won't find her, you know,\" his uncle Ken told him condescendingly. \"Just give up.\"\n\n\"Your insistence on my failure only fuels my desire to find her and makes me even stronger, more capable than you could possibly understand. There is no street corner, no alley, no mountain I would upend until I find her. I will not rest until my hands caress her smooth skin again. Oh god, I already miss her too much! Her beautiful smile, soft breasts, and her... mmm... bountiful backside.\"\n\n\"You're uh, monologing again,\" Ken says.\n\n\"Wait, what? Was I? Shit. Can I start over?\"\n\n\"No, continue, please, this was amusing.\" \n\n\"Was it, too long? Did I just-\"\n\n\"No, you were fine, just sort of... wrap it up already.\"\n\n\"Oh you find my struggle amusing? Do you think-\"\n\n\"Wait, your *struggle*? Who do you think you are?\" Ken barked back. \"I did this for your own good, you know. All you did was spend all day fucking her in your room. You do realize the walls are made of fucking paper, right?\"\n\n\"Our love was the most pure thing in the world!\"\n\n\"Well, your love stained the tatami mats, so maybe it's not so pure afterall.\"\n\n\"Uncle, just tell me where she is.\"\n\n\"Truthfully, I don't know,\" Uncle Ken said, looking wistfully out the window. The wind chime fluttered in the ocean breeze as he watched the sun set over the waters. \"I sent her over there,\" he said, pointing outward. \n\nAtari ran to the window and followed the invisible line to the shadowy lump of earth silhouetted in the harbor. \"I'm going to find her, Uncle.\"\n\n\"That may be true, but you might never return. No man has ever come back from the Isle of PAWGs.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Girl at Mall
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"content": "\"Like the view, buddy?\" Jacob felt a rush of blood going straight to his head, making his cheeks brighter than any light in the mall. He had decided to go there to kill some hours before dinner and maybe check out something to buy. Still, after going from store to store, the first thing that actually got his attention was a fairly mundane image. It was just a woman searching for an item from her purse. Surely nothing to spend more than two seconds to analyze. However, he quickly noticed how much skin the bent over lady was showing, her entire midriff had become exposed. And as he got even closer, his attention was further stolen by the fact that this miss wasn't wearing a bra, giving him a very exciting view. Well, normally an underboob wasn't the kind of thing that took his breath away, but being right here in public after so much time bored out of his mind, that was a different story.\n\n\nNeverminding all of that, the moment he was spoken to he experienced a full shutdown, trying to come up with hundreds of explanations and not being able to mutter one. Strangely enough, the blonde smiled. \"Come on bud, you might as well help me with this\" Jacob nodded, hopping that by helping the lady she would conveniently forget that she caught him being a peeping Tom and he wouldn't have to live through the ensuing awkwardness that would follow otherwise. As he approached the purse, she held up a hand. “Get behind me. I need you to make sure no one's checking my ass.\"\n\n\nJacob's face turned to an even brighter shade, but he had gone too deep into his mess and it was too late to pull out. He kept his hands behind his back and tried to look straight on, but his gaze constantly betrayed him. As if this shaming couldn't be more cruel, he swore that she was rubbing her ass against his erect cock. He tried stepping back, but he was quickly chastised with a “What are you doing? You're meant to cover me\".\n\n\nThings only got weirder from there, as he heard her slowly complain more and more loudly about the object she was looking for. Something, something, shoving, big, veiny. Eventually he realized she was talking about a dildo. After a couple of minutes, she stood straight once again and looked at him with an unamused face. \"I really hope you're just being dense\"\n\n\n“What are you- wait a minute, you wanted me to fuck you?\" “YES!\" The lady quickly remembered they were still in a mall, not the best place to have a large outburst. As people turned their heads towards them, she took Jacob's hands and led the two of them into a more desolated area. Once there, she pointed at her sweater. \"It's folded. On purpose.\" Clearly, once Jacob looked into it, he came to the conclusion that this scenario had been planned. \"I'm getting really angry at you right now, but I didn't leave home like this to not get fucked in a mall. So either fuck me or go fuck yourself\" She commanded as she pulled her yoga pants down and leaned against a bench. \n\n\nJacob felt extremely confused, but as someone with a thing for dominant girls, he didn't have to think much to accept the offer. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his boxers down with impressive speed and started to give it to her. As he rammed her with his shaft, he grabbed onto those breasts that had started this whole misadventure. His energy grew as he heard her moan and demand more. They turned their heads to give each other a sloppy kiss as he went balls deep inside her. It didn't take that long for them to achieve climax. As they continued their make up session, they heard the wheels of a Segway approaching them.\n\n\n\"Shit, it's a mall cop!\" Jacob tripped and fell face first as he tried to run away. The blonde quickly helped him back up and led him out of the mall and right to her car.\n\n\n\"Consider yourself my boyfriend until we fuck in every room of my apartment, at minimum.\" She told him as he got on the back.\n\n\n\"Consider myself lucky, got it\". He answered from the backseat. This got a decent chuckle out of her. Yeah, lucky might be an understatement of what just happened."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A lonely single mom gets invited to a night out on the town by her daughter's friends. Looking to recapture the fun of her youth, she accepts, and things get wild quite quickly.
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"content": "Rita gladly accepted the invitation. She wasn't that type who goes out very often, but since it was her daughters' friends she knew quite well, she joined them. \n\nThe party was at Josh's place. He was a laid-back, cool ice hockey player aiming high to the big league, but he still had a long way ahead of him. \n\nThe party was great. Rita was enjoying herself, strenghtened by quite large amount of alcohol. In the late night the girls, all very drunk, begun playing stripping games with the guys and Rita was among the first who ended up completely naked. She was still a hot woman. A little chubby, but her hefty sized bust took all the attention so only little people noticed her fat rolls. \n\nOne if them was Josh, but he didn't care too much, as the distance between him and Rita was in negative numbers. Moans and groans filled the room as the young man and the middle-aged woman enjoyed themselves. \n\nIn the morning, Rita found herself in someones' bed, alone. Thing that struck her first was a stench of sex. She had dried cum all over her tits, stomach and crotch. The night was wilder than she ever imagined and then she realised. *This is how I got pregnant 20 years ago...*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’ve known the nomadic woman for about a month now, from when she sell pelts from her hunt. Had conversations about her life and hobbies, such as how she sometimes hunts nude at night to feel in tune with nature. Today she has invited you to join a hunt, a very intimate gesture in her culture.
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"content": "The pelt Li Li wore across her shoulders was soft and thickly covered with hairs of the most interesting color. It nestled around her neck just so because of the way she cut it. There were four elongated extensions at the corners which were obviously cut from the beast’s legs and a very long hairless appendage between the two shorter ones, presumably the creature’s tail. I asked about the animal but she just spewed a stream of syllables, clearly its name in the gibberish the locals called a language. From the look of the pelt, I envisioned a sort of giant muskrat with very long legs. A big hollow where its head would have been allowed the flaps from the forelegs to fall over her shoulders and extend downward where they were gathered in a way that cupped her breasts. The pelt was unique. I bartered for it, but she would have none of it. She just shook her head and muttered ‘bad-oh, big bad-oh’ to every enticement I offered. I stopped pressing her because in her primitive beliefs a ‘big bad-oh’ might bring her gods to life long enough to take hers. \n\n“Okey-okey, Leanulalili, I know you no can do. Yes. I understand. Show me your knife-oh. Is not you usual. Is special?” \n\nLi Li was the name the crew gave her because no one cared to try to pronounce, let alone remember, Leanulalili. She would show up from time to time with a collection of pelts and crafts to trade for currency. Her wares included a broad selection of powders and potions which could do everything from cure the common cold to assure success in an amorous endeavor. \n\nHer people called Li Li a wanderer. They were nomads, each group following the good grazing through the seasons, but Li Li moved between the groups and often set up her small tent apart from the bands, preferring, or perhaps needing, to be near certain sites her people considered sacred. She appeared to be a priestess or shaman. Her people thought she had powers, so perhaps they considered her a witch. \n\nLi Li intrigued me. She was very beautiful. Her oval face was framed by waves of chestnut brown hair. Her blue eyes were serene and comforting. A very nice figure completed her look and a warm personality finished the package. In short, many on the crew wanted her but the knife in her belt and her walking stick, tipped with a sharp metal barb, encouraged good manners. \n\nI asked her about her walking stick, thinking there might be some religious significance to the oddly shaped tip. It looked lethal. She gave me a big laugh when I asked if it was holy. No, she replied it was totally functional. \n\n“This my snake killer. It kill snakes in the grass and it keep snakes in the pants.” \n\nLi Li seemed anxious to want to avoid talking about her unique cape or her new knife so I asked if she had any pouches. She grinned and reached into her bag to fetch three small drawstring pouches of the softest leather decorated with intricate beadwork. I selected one and told her it was a gift for someone special. I thought her expression darkened a bit as she screwed up her face and asked, “You have girlie friend home?” I chuckled and replied, “No, it’s for my mother.” Her usual smile returned and she pulled a small packet out of her bag. “Me give to her. You tell she take if old bones problems, yes?” I protested and insisted on paying for the powder but she was adamant. She cautioned me to refuse a gift was a serious insult in her culture. To make matters worse she insisted on giving me another packet of her tooth powder. She had commented on my white teeth one day and offered me a packet of gray powder. “Pinch every day in you kawfee, you teeth never spoil.” I thanked her and would be careful to get rid of the stuff discreetly after she left. \n\nLi Li noted the angle of the sun and said she had to be off. She was hunting after nightfall by the light of the full moon. “Special animals out at night and big moon let Leanulalili see.” I made a note to ask her about the nocturnal wildlife when she had more time. She turned and waved as she walked off in the direction of a nearby camp. I stood and watched her hips sway, deflecting the fur in sensual ripples. \n\nLi Li returned to our camp in a few days. She wore her usual clothes and carried her everyday knife. I bought a small basket decorated with colored quills, I think. Before she could offer me any gifts of powders or potions I asked her about her hunt under the full moon. She grinned and giggled and said, “You no know what I say. Next big moon you come, I show you. But, must clean in pond, no wear clothes and do I tell you. *Everything* I tell you. Okey-okey?” \n\nI had reservations but curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to know what these mysterious animals that could only be hunted at night looked like. What creature grew that pelt? Besides, I was sure Li Li said we would hunt in the nude. I was a virile young man and it had been a long time. I dared not presume, but I certainly could hope. \n\nI did not see her again until the next full moon illuminated the nightscape with it’s eerie glow. Li Li appeared wearing her cape and carrying her ‘snake killer’ and some throwing spears. She had her ever present sack thrown over her back and the new knife in her belt. She greeted me with a friendly smile but then turned serious as she reminded me of her conditions of cleanliness, nudity and obedience. I agreed without reservation because the appendage cupping her left breast had slipped and I could see her very erect nipple straining the thin fabric of her shift. She was aroused! \n\nWe set off and soon approached a small pond filled with warm, sulfurous water. Li Li began to disrobe and smiled her approval when I followed suit. I followed her lithe body into the water and was pleasantly surprised to feel her hands passing over my body as she washed me with a block cut out of the fragrant root the locals used as soap. I was delighted when she announced it was time to do my wongo. I didn’t know the word but found this a very enjoyable way to learn it. She stopped washing me and looked up as she stroked my erection. She giggled and said, “Big wongo! Good wongo!” before handing me the soap root and giggling again. “You wash me now. Do very good job, okey-okey?” I had no choice. I had promised to obey. \n\nAfter bathing we sat naked on a large log and Li Li pulled a sack out of her bag. She cut a slit in the side a sweet and succulent fruit and told me to push my tongue into the slit and suck out the juices. I started to do as told when I noticed her cut the tip off a long, thin tuber and began to suck the juices out of it. She pulled the tip out of her mouth, dipped a finger into a large packet of gray powder and licked it clean. She dipped again and offered the pasty finger to me. I managed not to gag and licked her finger. She gave me a grin that could only be described as lecherous when I finished. \n\n“Gray stuff good for wongo. Make wongo bigger, stronger.” She giggled before adding, “Good for teeth too!” \n\nLi Li packed our clothes into a large sack, returned the fruits and powder to her bag and gave them to me to carry. She put on her fur cape and picked up her weapons. Then she started walking and told me to follow behind her.\n\nWe walked quite a distance before we heard grunts and whines. We crept forward quietly and peered over some brush to see a large group of animals rutting vigorously. They were bizarre creatures with the ears of rabbits but much broader bodies and very sturdy legs. My first thought was these creatures were the sources of the pelts but then I realized they were tailless. \n\nLi Li whispered I should stay behind and be quiet. She started toward the group, bent forward with her arms dangling before her to give the appearance of walking on four legs. I caught glimpses of her breasts swaying below her as she moved and my wongo started to respond. I heard her make a whimpering noise and saw one of the beasts rise up on its hind legs and look at her. It grunted loudly and bounded toward her, stopping just short to rear up on its hind legs and grunt loudly. As it did so, a long gray shaft that could only be its engorged penis bounced around in a terrific display. With a quick flick of her wrist Li Li sent the tip of her snake killer toward the base of the creature’s organ and with a quick twist, removed it. \n\nThe creature bounded off, squealing and whining. The other beasts were oblivious, the males grunting and the females whimpering as they continued to mate. \n\nLi Li held her prize in one hand and her weapon in the other as she raised her arms to the heavens. She began singing a song that started out slow and somber but gradually became spirited and lively. She changed to different song as she spread her pelt on the ground, the bare appendage, which I now knew was not a tail, pointing toward the south. She lay back on the pelt, continuing to sing. Her song turned sultry and soon she stopped singing and . called my name. I was eager to obey her summons and even more anxious to follow her subsequent commands. \n\n“The gods wish you to fill me with you wongo. They give us much gray stuff to keep you wongo big and strong. So you fill me full up, okey-okey?” \n\nLeanulalili giggled when I said okey-okey and spread her knees apart as she raised them.\n\nWe hunted again the next night and the one after. Each time we hunted Leanulalili taught me more about the hunt and her way of life. After she had taken her prize and given thanks, we celebrated her triumph and praised her gods with long lovemaking sessions. The woman knew ways to make love that were beyond my wildest dreams. My passions aroused, I performed exceptionally well. \n\nOf course Leanulalili kept me well supplied with gray powder and, well, who knows? "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A devious fairy brings a prudish but sexy woman’s pussy to life.
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"content": "Cassidy wobbled into the kitchen and saw Sheila, already pouring a cup of coffee for her.\n\n\"Did it happen again?\" Sheila asked.\n\nCassidy nodded. \"I had the dream again last night,\" she admitted. \"The woods, fairies, everything.\"\n\n\"Everything? Including the part where...\"\n\nCassidy sighed. \"Yeah, the part where I am my own pussy,\" Cassidy said, lightly rubbing the spot between her legs, \"and get fucked like a slut on Mardi Gras.\"\n\n​\n\nThe dreams started a week ago, while she stayed in that cabin in the woods. The trip was full of beautiful hikes to remote lakes and wondrous vistas overlooking the Appalachian wilderness, and while she spent the first night sleeping peacefully, the last night in the cabin was beyond surreal. That night, she dreamed she was in another body, but in the same bed in the cabin. A petite woman laid next to her, naked, and completely green. Cassidy would have said something about that but then the green woman's wings fluttered and both of them took off into the night sky. \n\nThe fairy took her to a secluded pond, one that she had visited that morning. In the dream, the waters glittered with moonlight as the fairy brought her down to the edge of the water. As the ripples settled and Cassidy could see her reflection, she gasped in horror when she didn't see her curvy self in the flannel pajamas she knew she put on at bed time. The reflection in the water was just her naked pussy, detached from her body. Her scream echoed in the trees on the other side of the pond.\n\n\"Hush,\" said the fairy, \"you want to wake the dead?\"\n\n\"What... what happened to me?\" Cassidy exclaimed. She didn't have eyes but could see and feel her puffy mound like an overcoat, her lips in between them, and a warm center below. Her head was replaced by a hood and bundle of nerves underneath.\n\n\"You, Cassidy Granger, walked through the sacred wood without asking,\" the fairy replied. \"Lady Nightshade does not take kindly to uninvited guests, I'm afraid.\"\n\n\"Who? And who are you? And why am I like... *this*?\"\n\n\"Lady Nightshade rules these woods,\" she said, pointing around the shore. \"I am Cork, at your service. As for you last question... well, my Lady has a thing for female anatomy. Come now, I need to show you something.\"\n\nCork led her away from the water and they approached a large, thorny bush. Cassidy pulled her outer lips tightly to the center, protecting her inner layers from the the prickers. Inside the bush, a large clearing was brightly lit by fireflies, casting a yellow glow upon the tiny tables on the periphery, and a wooden dance floor in the center. \n\nIt was easy to spot Lady Nightshade. She would be the one sitting on the wicker throne, holding a golden septre. Cassidy didn't swing that way but she couldn't help but feel a little attracted to her voluptuous body and moreover, her raw charisma that dominated the space. \n\n\"You need to seek her forgiveness if you ever want to turn back,\" Cork whispered to her. \"You'll also need to bring tribute.\"\n\n\"What kind of tribute? I'm guessing she doesn't want Target gift cards.\"\n\n\"Back in the old country, she'd demand your first born child,\" Cork replied. \"As we are in more Enlightened Times, she'll probably pick something less troubling.\" They approached the royal platform and Cork guided Cassidy to prostrate herself before the Lady. \n\n\"Well well, what do we have here, Cork?\" asked Lady Nightshade. \"Is this the trespasser from the morning?\" She stepped down from her throne and stood before Cassidy's hood. \"My my, she's a big one.\"\n\n\"Please, your ladyship,\" Cassidy started, \"I beg your forgiveness for my clumsiness, I did not mean to intrude upon your lands.\"\n\nLady Nightshade grabbed Cassidy's hood with inhuman strength. The pain was shocking, radiating electric jolts all over her. \n\n\"Your words are as clumsy as your feet, human,\" the Lady snarled. As she loosened her grip, a wave of relief washed over Cassidy, and she felt a wetness growing below. \"Do you think I would simply grant you amnesty? What will you do as an act of contrition?\"\n\n\"I... I will do anything you wish,\" Cassidy pleaded. She thought she was crying until she remembered that she had no eyes. She was weeping from some place else.\n\n\"Five nights,\" the Lady commanded. \"Give yourself to me, as you are, for five nights, and I shall lift the spell.\"\n\n\"My Lady is most gracious,\" Cork said, still bowing. \"Shall I prepare your chamber?\" Lady Nightshade nodded and Cork flitted off with a wave of fireflies following her.\n\nThat first night, Lady Nightshade led Cassidy's pussy to a pad of soft moss and commanded her to lay on it. Cassidy felt goosebumps rise all over her mound as the cold ground sucked away her warmth. \n\n\"My pet, you are shivering,\" said the Lady. She began to caress the delicate folds between her outer and inner lips with her septre, exploring every curve and crease. \n\nCassidy became hot under her touch. She felt herself melt into the moss and open wider like a flower in the sun. \"Mmm... my lady,\" she moaned. \n\nLady Nightshade circled Cassidy's clit with the septre and watched her nub swell. She swabbed into her pussy then returned to the clit, rubbing it until it glistened with Cassidy's own juices. Cassidy's lips began to swing open and shut by themselves, teased into a quivering mess. Lady Nightshade dropped the septre and laid inbetween Cassidy's folds, pulling back the hood and licking the relatively massive clit. Her loving strokes made Cassidy even more wet, her pussy opening even wider. \n\n\"Will you let me in?\" the Lady asked as she bent her knee into Cassidy's wet opening.\n\n\"Pl-please come in,\" Cassidy begged. The feeling of her clit being tugged and stroked while the Lady teased her pussy was delicious agony.\n\nLady Nightshade slid her legs into Cassidy's pussy and they both moaned with delight. Cassidy tightened around her thighs and felt her legs scissor-kick inside her. It felt amazing to have the tiny fae squirm between her flesh, and it was all Cassidy could do to not scream for joy. Cassidy felt Lady Nightshade's feet rub the backside of her pussy, and it was a revelation. No one had ever touched the spot back there, Cassidy never even knew that spot existed until Lady Nightshade stroked it again and again, sending waves of pleasure over her aching pussy. One final kick sent Cassidy's pussy into a shuddering spasm that pulsed around Lady Nightshade's waist. Cassidy's pussy ejected the Lady with a wet burst of cum, pushing her into the moss. \n\nLady Nightshade climbed up and straddled the clit, holding the hood like reins. She began to ride Cassidy like a fleshy steed, grinding her tiny fae pussy onto the hot nob below. The Lady's own orgasm struck shortly after, her wings flitting as she moaned into the night sky.\n\n\"Five nights,\" the Lady whispered. \n\n​\n\n\"And that's when I wake up,\" Cassidy told Sheila. She crossed her legs and felt the dampness between her legs as she told the story to her roommate but no longer cared about etiquette.\n\n\"Fuck, that kinda sounds hot,\" Sheila said. \n\n\"Oh, it got weirder and hotter after that night, Sheila. Threesomes, orgies, even sky sex. One time, she said 'Put a Cork in it,' and well, it wasn't to shut me up,\" Cassidy said. \"Or I don't know, you're kinky, maybe it's exactly what you think it is.\"\n\n\"How many nights is that?\"\n\n\"Four. After tonight, it's done.\" Cassidy sighed and took a sip of coffee. \"I think I'm going to miss it.\"\n\n\"Well, I know you never asked before,\" Sheila said slyly, \"but I am *always* ready to help you out... down there.\" She wiggled her slender fingers and they both laughed. \n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : Every time you get someone to orgasm, you change slightly to someone closer to their biggest fantasy. By doling out incredible sex, you become progressively hotter and hotter.
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"content": "I don't remember how or why anymore, not that it really matters with the end result. \n\nI mean was it the alchemy, was it the genie, was it the warlock and their eldritch patron? Whatever it was, it was the best gift of my life. My unnaturally long, blissfully youthful life. \n\nI do remember when I first noticed it happening. \n\nI was a corner hooker at the time, which suited me just fine. I didn't have what you'd call a fantastic educational or vocational opportunities, and besides, I loved having sex, so why not get paid? I'd started out fairly plain in life, but after whatever happened and several satisfied customers, I began to notice changes. Subtle at first; things like teeth whitening, hair lightening to a more reddish hue, eyes becoming less sunken. As my face gained, so did my customers. Soon, I was watching as my body changed; filling out the chest and hips while narrowing at the waist, calluses fading on my hands and feet. \n\nIt wasn't long I was found by a wealthy Madame, who had learned of my reputation as the best lay in the city. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement, she got one of the best whores in the country (if not the world by that point), and I got a permanent roof over my head, decent meals, and access to the men and women of high society. \n\nI changed again during that stint, my skin becoming paler and my body more willowy and slender, though still with curves, to match the fashion of the times. Those times also gave me time and access to noble house, where I was able to learn to read and write, but also the far more subtle and important art of politics and intrigue. \n\nAfter a while, the Madame retired, and as her confidante and best employee, it fell to me to keep the business going. Which I did for a few years, but it was a tad boring. I find I wanted more from life than an endless parade of beautiful men and women to pleasure and be pleasured by in turn. It was ready to turn my skills to work my way into the bed of a diplomat on a permanent basis. \n\nFrom there, the world was mine to explore at my leisure. I traveled from my home country too many places, each time seducing my way into fitting in seamlessly with the people and customs. I spent years as the concubine to a wealthy sheik, my skin bronzing and hair growing dark as coal. I spent time in the far East, my stature shrinking and eyes narrowing. I traveled to the heart of Africa, my skin as black as my hair as I hunted alongside the tribe. \n\nAs time marched on with technology, it became increasingly ready to find new looks to emulate and people to fuck to make me that way. It also became harder to hide who I was and what I was doing, so I stopped trying. Instead I made it an open secret as I opened a fashion studio, myself as the main model, fucking to keep myself at the height of desirability while my designers year their hair out trying to keep up with my ever-fluid body and what is the societal concept of sexy. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Her Royal Highness
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"content": "First, I want to say, welcome to the smutty party, we're happy to have you. I enjoyed your story and I thought you did a great job writing Katrine's thoughts and actions, and the sex, especially the pacing, was done well. \n\nIf I had to offer some critique, I would say that you don't have to find a different euphemism for genitalia as the sex progresses. You called the princess' pussy, a slit, a valley, and a desperation. I think that keeping the language simple and focusing on the feelings helps the reader stay in the mood. \n\nOverall, I liked reading your story and look forward to your future contributions! "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Impregnation
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"content": "At a royal ball, a wicked duke attempts to drug the princess with an aphrodisiac/fertility drug so that she bears his child and he can shotgun-marry his way onto the throne. Unfortunately, the princess is kidnapped by a dragon, who is irritated at the attempts on his/her/it's life, but not before she drank the drug. After a wild night in the dragons lair, she returns, bearing the kingdom's new heir . . ."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] You're explaining to co-workers how insecure the Internet of Things is, and demonstrate by streaming the camera embedded in your neighbor's smart fridge. You're not surprised to see your college-aged son/daughter over there visiting, but then things start to get steamy.
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"content": "The night shift was slow as ever in the tech center. Most issues were resolved in the daytime, but Jim and Allan were on call for emergencies and, frankly, a bit of extra security.\n\n\"Jim, I know I'm going to sound like a conspiracy theory nut case, but I'm telling you that's gotta be the stupidest thing you've ever bought. Do you have any idea how vulnerable those fridges are to attack? You work in IT! How is this not the first thing you consider!?\"\n\n\"Damn Al, do I need to show you my credentials? I'm just saying that saying that I like having a beer in the pool, and this model was on clearance for 80% off.\"\n\n\"Yeah, no shit it was 80% off. They just went on recall earlier this week for a security loophole. Watch this.\" Allan flipped open his laptop and entered a few lines of code into C prompt. Jim was more of a hardware guy, but he recognized a few commands Allan was putting in. Ping server, admin credentials, override factory protocol. Was it really that easy? Alan hit enter and all of a sudden dozens of lines of code started popping up beneath Allan's query. A few seconds later, the progress bar filled to 100% and opened a new tab in Chrome. It was a live video feed of Jim's backyard, the pool in pain sight.\n\n\"You gotta be shitting me...\" Jim was blown away at the revelation. \"I swear that fucking sales guy is gonna -\"\n\n\"Wait a sec. Jim, you don't have any pets do you?\"\n\n\"What's that got to do with this?\"\n\nAllan stared intently at the screen, \"I thought I just saw the blinds move.\" The audio was mostly silent apart from the ambient night breeze, but the unmistakable sound of a screen door sliding confirmed Allan's suspicion. \"I think someone's trying to break into - oh, nevermind.\" Allan was right, someone was moving around in the backyard, but it wasn't a burglar, it was Jim's step-daughter Tara.\n\n\"That's what you get for jumping to conclusions,\" Jim chuckled. \"See nothing to worry about, just Tara going for a midnight swim.\" Tara was back from university on summer break. Jim was glad to have her around the house. For the company of course, but also (though he'd never admit it) for her good looks. Tara was an all-state basketball player - good enough to earn an athletic scholarship. The constant training kept her in impeccable shape, which only served to accentuate her hips and bust. And Tara knew it. She was proud of her body and loved to flaunt it, a fact that Jim was quite grateful for.\n\nThe night sky was pitch black which made it difficult for the camera to pick up much more than the immediate vicinity of the pool lights, but there was just enough to get a good view of Tara's bright red bikini as she dove into the water. As she came up for air, it became evident how small her bikini actually was. Her ample chest was practically spilling out the sides of the two triangles. The cool night breeze and the chilly water caused her perky nipples to visibly poke through the thin wet fabric. The two co-workers didn't so much as look at each other as she called out \"What are you waiting for?\" to another figure stepping out of the shadows.\n\nJim had heard Tara taking about her boyfriend Kemba before, but never gotten around to meeting him. This wasn't exactly how he imagined their first interaction going. Kemba was the star forward of the men's team, and he has a body to rival Tara's. His bare shoulders and biceps were massive, and he sported a six pack that was visible even in the low light. \"Who me? I'm just the lifeguard here,\" Kemba joked. \"Don't tell me you need saving already. At least you brought your life preservers.\"\n\n\"Safety first,\" Tara played along, \"though I'm not sure they'd pass inspection.\"\n\n\"Well let's start with the basics,\" Kemba said as he sauntered down the steps. \"They definitely look good, but we should make sure the feel is good as well.\" As he arrived in front of Tara, he reached behind her back and untied the straps on her top, pulling it over her head to reveal her round D cups as they floated freely on the water's surface. Kemba's hands traveled around Tara's sides, his enormous hands gripping and massaging her tits. His fingers pinched at her erect nipples as she gave an audible moan. \"Yes, these are wonderful. You've taken good care of them.\"\n\n\"Mmm, but do they pass the taste test?\" Tara replied, clearly turned on. Without a moment of hesitation, Kemba lifted Tara's tits out of the water and licked them one at a time, swirling his tongue around her areolas before gently biting her nipples. Tara's moans were getting increasingly louder and more passionate as she held the back of Kemba's head, pushing her breasts into his face. Her other hand sank beneath the water, clearly pressed against Kemba's body. \"Mr. Lifeguard, it appears there's a giant snake in the water. I think you're going to have to carry me to safety.\" She withdrew her hand as she wrapped her legs around Kemba's torso. \n\nKemba looked up from his investigations, saliva hanging off his tongue. \"Like you said, safety first.\" He began walking towards the side of the pool as Tara slid up and down his body, exaggerating the effect of the waves to her advantage. When they arrived at the pool's edge, Kemba reached down and grabbed Tara by the thighs and hoisted her up onto the ledge. Her red thong was clearly visible to the two voyeurs who remained in shocked silence, transfixed on the screen.\n\n\"I wasn't finished with the taste test,\" Kemba said, tugging at Tara's remaining strings, \"and I must be thorough.\" Tara stood up and removed her bottoms, revealing her cleanly shaven mound as she tossed the patch of cloth back into the pool. She sat back down before spreading her legs wide apart, her tight hole glistening with wetness from the pool and Kemba's foreplay. She pulled his head between her legs with both hands and drew a sharp breath as Kemba's tongue went immediately for her clitoris. As he continued to lick and tease her, Tara tried to muffle her groans of pleasure by biting her lip, a strategy that was only effective until Kemba slid two fingers into her as he sucked on her clit.\n\n\"Ahhhhhgg, fuck that's not fair. You said this was a tasteeeeeehhh oh fuuuuuuck...oh god you're going to make me come.\" Kemba's intensity grew as Tara's face contorted in pleasure. He grabbed her ass and pulled her onto his shoulders, refusing to stop eating her out. Tara was caught off-guard. She grunted passionately and tightening her muscular thighs around Kemba's head, riding his tongue while gripping her breasts as she climaxed with a loud moan.\n\nKemba returned Tara to the ledge, laying her on her back. Her chest heaved deeply from her orgasm. He went to lift himself out of the pool, but Tara held up a hand to stop him. \"Leave those boxers in the pool. You won't be needing them.\"\n\n\"Excuse me?\" Kemba retorted. \"Who's the lifeguard here?\"\n\n\"You are.\"\n\n\"Who makes the rules?\"\n\n\"You do.\"\n\n\"And who listens to them?\"\n\n\"I do.\"\n\n\"So when I say I'm getting out of the pool, you don't say 'Leave your boxers.' What do you say instead?\"\n\n\"Yes, daddy.\"\n\nDaddy. Jim almost came at the sound of it. His erection was impossible to hide now, but he just couldn't turn away. He watched as Kemba hoisted himself out of the pool, water dripping off his every muscle. He watched as Kemba stood over his step-daughter and slid his boxers down to the ground. He watched as Tara rose to her knees, her face mere centimeters away from Kemba's cock. Even flaccid it hung halfway down his thigh - no wonder she was dating him. \"Open your mouth,\" he commanded. \n\n\"Yes, daddy.\" Tara opened her mouth and received the tip of Kemba's penis. She held her arms at her side and stared up at him with wide, begging eyes. She began to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of Kemba's engorging member. Kemba grabbed her hair and with one long press forced the entirety of his now fully erect unit down her throat. He groaned with satisfaction, holding her there as she started to resist for lack of air. He loosened his grip and allowed her to withdraw, strands of saliva falling onto her breasts as she coughed and choked from the girth."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You walk in on your roommate masturbating to provocative photos of you. Little do they know that this was your plan to figure out how they felt about you.
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"content": "“OMG Rachel, what are you doing?” I squeak as I walk into my apartment. I look at the tv and see it’s a photo collage scrolling through pictures that I had taken for a guy I had been seeing.\n\n“Shit! Emma I’m sorry I turned the tv and there was just a picture there of you with your legs spread and I kinda got carried away!” She replies while trying to pull her skirt down over her cute little landing strip.\n\n“I must have accidentally shared that folder on my Apple TV.. well don’t stop on my account, I didn’t know I was your type”\n\n“Haha well I did tell you that if you ever got tired of guys...” she trails off as she gives me a smirk. \n\n“I’ll never tire of guys but...” I dont get to finish the sentence before she’s taking her top off and looking into my eyes.\n\nShe gets her top and bra off and walks over to me. She slides her hands around my waist and guides me towards the chair she was just sitting in. Her hands move to the front of my jeans where she starts unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down. \n\n“Oh I don’t know I haven’t done anything like this without a drink first..” I joke to her while she slides my jeans down around my ankles. \n\n“I’ll be right back, step out of those jeans and sit” she says in an almost commanding voice.\n\nI do as she says, debating in my head if I’m supposed to take my panties off too or just leave them on since she didn’t mention them. I decide to leave them on, atleast they are a cute red lace pair.\n\nShe comes back in and hands me a glass of some kind of brown liquor. \n\n“Here’s your drink, now sit back and let me show you what you could have been getting since you moved in here” She hands me the drink and pushes me back into the chair. \n\nIt’s a strong whiskey but I’m not sure it’s going to be enough to make me relaxed enough for this. My knees instinctively press together as my panties are pulled down my thighs. \n\n“Relax” she says with a smile as she pulls my legs apart. I feel embarrassed with my bare pussy exposed and my panties now only around one of my ankles. She pushes my leg up onto the arm of the chair, my panties dangling in the air as she moves in closer.\n\nI finish the drink and put the glass down just as I feel her breath between my legs. I exhale and I feel her lips kiss me and I fight the urge to close my legs.\n\nThen her mouth moves to my lips and I feel her tongue slide between them. I let out a moan and she hesitates for a second to giggle before going all in. Her soft tongue feels amazing on my clit and all of my nervousness disappears. \n\n“Jesus Christ that feels good Rach” I say as I put my hands in her hair and kind of massage her scalp while she laps away at my pussy. I put my leg over her back and rub it along her smooth skin as I sink back into the chair. \n\nBefore long I start getting close and I grip her head to make sure she doesn’t leave me without getting me to cum. She presses her tongue hard and licks faster. I can’t control my moans and I pull her in with my leg and hands as cum hard. \n\nHer licking slows and she gives me a few deep licks lower down to get a final taste of me before I let go of her and she slinks away and gives me a smile. \n\n“Should I go into my room and take care of things or are you still feeling adventurous?” She asks me while sliding her skirt down to the floor.\n\n“I think I need one more drink and you give me some pointers on how to do what you just did” I laugh. I watch her toned ass as she walks to get more drinks and I let a few shivers out before deciding to take my top off since my pants aren’t on anymore. \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (In a modern fantasy world) Dryads are plant like demihumans known for healing ingredients. You are dryad & accepted a job at the Extraction Center. You are excited/nervous for this because the most effective healing product you're kind can produce... is the pollen you release upon orgasm.
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"content": "\"You'll be fine Vi, just try and relax.\"\n\nViolet shifted in the passenger seat for the hundredth time that morning, rubbing her hands together nervously.\n\n\"Take a deep breath and stop rubbing your hands together like that. You'll strip your bark if you keep fretting.\" Rose glowered out of the windscreen at the rush hour traffic. \"Bloody useless. It'd almost be faster to stop and wait for it to clear a little.\"\n\n\"We left really early, so we have time,\" Violet's quiet voice was full of uncertainty, \"And there's a decent cafe just around the corner.\" she stopped fidgeting with her hands just long enough to gesture towards the next junction.\n\n\"Good idea.\" A few minutes later, Rose's car was parked and the two dryads were sitting across a small round table, their hands wrapped around steaming mugs of hot chocolate.\n\n\"Better?\" Rose asked with a slight smile.\n\n\"Yeah. I'll be okay.\" Violet lifted her mug to her lips and drank, hiding her face behind the mug.\n\n\"You sure?\" Rose continued, \"Because I've never seen you so nervous... At least not since you tried to hook up with that human.\"\n\nViolet placed her mug back on the table and returned to rubbing her hands together, a deep frown darkening her light features. \"I... I don't know. It's such a good job. It pays *really* well and the hours are flexible, it's just...\" Her sudden torrent of words faded away almost as quickly as it arrived.\n\n\"It's just...\" Rose leaned across the table and took Violet's hands in her own. \"It's just what Vi?\"\n\nViolet shrugged unhappily. \"I don't know how I'm going to do it. Twice a day, five days a week, like clockwork. And I won't know anybody there. How am I supposed to get horny in that situation?\"\n\n\"Relax, Vi, you'll be fine. It'll be just the same as being alone in a hotel for an evening. Your nervous, and it's okay to be nervous, but you'll be fine. And if you don't manage it today, you'll still be fine.\" Rose let go of Violet's hands and sat back in her chair.\n\nViolet stayed silent for a long moment, a thoughtful expression on her face, then she brightened, a suspicious half-smile lifting the corners of her mouth. \"What do you mean I'll still be fine?\"\n\n\"They package on Fridays. Doesn't matter what day so long as there's ten doses by 5pm.\"\n\n\"How do you know that?\"\n\n\"I read your contract when you left it on the dinning room table. It's hidden away in the sick days clauses.\"\n\n\"So, I don't have to, you know, right away? I can settle in for a day or two?\"\n\nRose laughed. \"Of course you can. You really think they're going to put that kind of pressure on someone on their first day?\" She paused to drain her mug. \"Come on, let's get you to work.\"\n\n***\n\nIt's a relatively short starter, but I figured I'd post it in smaller sections, rather than horde it until it gets forgotten about.\nI've not written anything in a long while.\n\nI hope you all enjoy it!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two Goddesses of Love, both from different pantheons, finally meet for the first time. And, as is to be expected, things quickly take an erotic turn.
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"content": "Eos fell in love again and again. It always happened far too easily. She cursed that awful name under her breath. \n\nShe had once laid with a lover of the dear Aphrodite. \n\nThe jealous Aphrodite then made it so that Eos fell in love with all at first sight and that her lust would no longer be ever satisfied. \n\nA constant need trembled in her loins and a constant hole resided in her aching heart. \n\nThat was until that dawn came. She brought the dawn and morning light to the people as was her duty. \n\nThe sun shone not just on her people, but on the beautiful and seductive Rati. The goddess brought with her carnal knowledge of new and different sexual positions. Her many arms and hands selflessly brought lust to the land. \n\nEos fell in love with goddess from the foreign land. Rati showed her delightful dances that brought her to undiscovered breathless pleasures. All of Rati’s hands loved her and touched her. Every fingertip a loving embrace and new exploratory excitement. \n\nEos was finally completely satisfied. So much so that occasionally the nights would run a little long. As she wrapped in her lovers embrace would occasionally forget to bring the dawn and the sun with it. \n\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Female "undesirables" are sentenced to transportation to the colonies. They are made very beautiful and docile, and are kept constantly aroused but only able to achieve climax with their future life mate. The protagonist has received her sentence, but the changes to make her docile never stuck.
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"content": "That morning, I woke up exhausted. Beth was still sleeping, so I grabbed my phone and walked downstairs. I decided to call Josh and ask him about it.\n\n\"Hello.\"\n\n\"Hey,\" I said. \"How was your first night as a married man?\"\n\n\"Not bad. How was yours?\"\n\n\"It was good but kind of strange.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" he asked.\n\n\"I mean, Beth was really dominant in bed. I thought these girls were supposed to be calm and submissive.\"\n\n\"They are. Gabby is, at least. She was up for anything and let me fuck her in every position I wanted. You're saying Beth wasn't like that?\"\n\nI scoffed. \"No, she actually took the lead. Made me eat her out first and then rode my dick the rest of the night. It seemed like she never stopped cumming. After I busted inside her for the third time, I asked her to stop, but she held my arms down and kept grinding on me for another hour.\"\n\n\"Huh. That's weird.\"\n\n\"Yeah. It was hot, don't get me wrong. Just not what I was expecting from a wife.\"\n\n\"Maybe you got a defective one,\" he said.\n\n\"Great. What do you think I should do?\"\n\n\"Well, you're married. There's nothing you can do now, except learn to like it.\"\n\nWe said goodbye and ended the call. After cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I went to the bedroom to get dressed for work. I was getting my clothes out when a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind.\n\n\"Good morning, sweetheart,\" Beth purred into my ear. She reached down to stroke my dick, making me hard.\n\nI smiled warily. \"Morning.\"\n\n\"Last night was incredible, wasn't it?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\nShe paused. \"Well, aren't you going to do me again before you leave?\"\n\n\"Wish I could, but I'm already late,\" I said. \"Tonight, OK?\"\n\nBeth roughly pushed me back onto the bed. \"I can't wait that long,\" she growled. I was too surprised to react as she climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my dick. Her pussy was soaking wet, and I slid inside without any resistance.\n\n\"Oh, that's so good,\" she groaned. She rode me faster than any woman I'd ever seen, even in porn. Her tits bounced wildly. I held her waist and tried to guide her movements as best as I could, but other than that, I just lay there and watched my wife being in complete control. Finally, she slammed herself down on me one last time and screamed in pleasure as I came inside her. She collapsed on me, and we held each other.\n\nA few minutes later, Beth rolled off onto her back. \"You'd better be home for lunch,\" she said. \"Fuck me good, and I'll make you a sandwich after.\" Then, she closed her eyes and started snoring within seconds, leaving me to wonder just what the heck I'd gotten myself into."
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"content": "(Editors note: All consensual, both characters enjoy it. Just wanted to put that out there in case it didn’t come across the story :))\n\nErica and June loved each other. Loved hanging out and jsut spending time together. Erica had a bit of exhibitionist streak though and even though June denied it being her thing, she loved the attention as well. \n\nErica would never flash in a crowded place and neither would try to initiate sexual acts but a few times when they danced close, their hands had found their way to the others tits or ass. They saved the actual sex for the dressing rooms and bathroom stalls. \n\n“I love you Junebug.”\n\n“I love you too...”’\n\nJune blushed a little. \n\n“You know you never have to do stuff like this.”\n\n“I know Erika...but i do like the attention. “\n\n“What’s our exit strategy if we have second thoughts when we get out here Junebug?”\n\n“Hmm, just book it...like always. “\n\nErika smiled and the two kissed against the bathroom sink. Erika twirled her partners pink hair and gave her another quick kiss. \n\nThe two stepped back out onto the club floor. No one was none the wiser to their fun in the bathroom...yet. \n\n“Alright ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to drop the lights!”\n\nAn anonymous da voice bellowed through the clubs pa as the crowd cheered. The normal lights were switched off in favor of a black light. And as Erika and June stood against the wall, the lipstick from the kisses appeared clear as day, thanks to the special lipstick June bought just for this. \n\nErika had a few on her body, neck and face. Even though it was June’s idea, Erika was clearly the more eager of the two. June was coverd in kisses, all over her face, her body, even her hand and shoulders. But the most notable ones were the ones along June’s waits line and the crotch of her tight jeans. \n\n“Be thankful they can’t see your panties Junebug.”\n\nErika whispered, kissing her partners neck as she blushed with a big smile. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : Despite of being quite similar in things like appearance, societies and intelligence, all the fantasy races have quite different reproductive behaviours. Humans have been warned not to go to the elvish woods during mating season.
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"content": "*Warning: contains very weird and very* **non-consensual** *elf sex. Also, I might've gotten a little carried away.*\n\nJason groaned with frustration and slammed the hood of his car closed. \n\nIt was hopeless. He didn’t know why he even bothered checking his engine, he was clueless on all things cars anyways. As far as he knew, there wasn’t anything he could do. He was stuck.\n\nHe looked around, gazing up and down the lonely desolate road bordered on both sides by the thickest forest he had ever seen. The road and forest went on forever, in both directions. It seemed like Jason’s car had chosen the absolute worst place to break down. \n\nAt this rate, he’d never make it to his aunt’s house in time. He wouldn’t even had gone to visit her in the first place, but he hadn’t seen her in a long time, and he was beginning to feel guilty. The rest of his family might have had a complicated history with her, but Jason felt that he should at least visit her from time to time. \n\nGiven the constant drama that was Jason’s family, he wasn’t surprised his aunt had chosen to live so far away from everyone. But it sure made visiting her a pain in the ass.\n\nHe shot one last glance at the endless road and then sat down on the front of his car, sulking. There didn’t seem to be anything he could do, besides call his aunt and have her come down here to help him out. Or call a tow-truck. \n\nHe pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at it.\n\n“Shit,” he muttered.\n\nNo service. Of course. \n\nHe groaned again and put his phone back in his pocket. Now the only thing left to do was to wait for someone to come by. The idea made Jason feel horrible. How long would he have to sit here until someone found him? He scolded himself for not thinking to bring anything with him other than a few granola bars. He should’ve known better, his aunt lived in the smack dab middle of nowhere, and as they say, shit happens. \n\nBut that notion didn’t make Jason feel any better. He sighed, brushing his hand over his face, and resigned himself to a long day waiting on the side of the road, right in the middle of what had to be the biggest forest in existence. \n\n“Hey.”\n\nJason jumped, looking to his right. It looked like he wouldn’t have to wait long. A woman stood at the edge of the trees, gazing at him.\n\nShe was beautiful. She was kind of short, but there was nothing minor about her physical appearance. Her orange hair was curly and wild in a really alluring way, and she had hypnotizing green eyes. There were a few freckles on her face, making her nose even cuter than it already was. And her smile made her face glow with beauty. \n\nShe seemed to be dressed in hiking gear, with a top that didn’t cover her stomach at all, a pair of short shorts, and some walking shoes. She also wore a backpack, and a baseball cap rested on top of her head. \n\n“Are you doing alright?” the woman asked.\n\nJason stared. Her smile on its own was a sight to behold, but this woman’s “hiking” outfit was not modest, at all. Her pink top showed off her fit midriff, and it seemed to be made of the thinnest material possible. It took all of Jason’s willpower to not gape at her breasts, which were unbelievably sexy, especially her nipples, which cut through her top as if it wasn’t there. And her grey shorts were even more revealing. They were almost panties, given how much skin they covered. Her shapely legs were on complete display, with her awesome thighs and creamy skin. And her shorts were tight, too. They showed off the curvature of her surprisingly wide hips, given her petite stature. But the most shocking sight of all was between her legs. He could barely keep his eyes off of her crotch.\n\n“Uhhhh…” he murmured, his mouth open. \n\nHow was he supposed to tell her that she had a massive cameltoe?\n\n“Car trouble, huh?” the woman said. She took a step forwards, out of the trees and onto the grass on the side of the road. “You certainly picked a bad place to break down.”\n\nJason gaped at her. She seemed completely unaware that her shorts were digging into her pussy. And she was so beautiful… \n\nA little *too* beautiful…\n\nHe started to frown as a worrying thought occurred to him, and hopped off of the hood of his car, watching the woman warily. \n\n“Do you have a name?” the mystery woman asked. \n\nShe took another step, and Jason automatically took a step away from her. His heart started beating faster. He was suddenly aware of how vulnerable he was, how alone he was. He hadn't seen anyone else on this road for hours… \n\n“Are you okay?” the woman asked after a short pause, giving him a sideways look. \n\nShe took another step, and he quickly moved away, trying to put his car between her and him. The woman frowned, pausing.\n\nThen she closed her eyes, and a wide smile of understanding appeared on her face.\n\n“Oh, no no,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, I’m not an elf, don’t worry.”\n\nJason stayed near his car, unconvinced. His hand inched towards the driver side door. \n\nThe woman watched him for a moment, and then rolled her eyes, shaking her head again. Her hand moved to the side of her head, and she brushed her hair back, revealing her ear.\n\n“See?” she said.\n\nJason narrowed his eyes, peering at her ear. It was round, and definitely human shaped. No pointy parts. He heaved a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping. \n\n“You thought I was an elf!” the woman laughed, walking up to his car. He couldn’t help but glance down as her breasts wobbled enticingly. \n\n“Yeah,” he chuckled, nervously running his hand through his hair. “Haha yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking.”\n\n“You looked so freaked out! You should have seen your face.” \n\nThe woman was now standing directly in front of him, and it was getting harder and harder to not look at the area between her lovely legs. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and gave him another sideways look.\n\n“You know elves can’t speak English, right?” she said.\n\n“Well, okay,” Jason shrugged, “but they can learn it like anyone else, can’t they?”\n\n“No, they physically can’t speak any human languages,” the woman said, shaking her head. “Something about the way their tongues work.”\n\n“You seem to know an awful lot about elves,” Jason said. He tried to keep his tone light and casual, but the shapes of her nipples poking through her thin top were like eye magnets. \n\n“Yeah, well,” the woman sighed. “I do live here.”\n\nJason stared at her blankly, not understanding. The woman stared back, and after a few moments, her eyes started narrowing, and a smirk appeared on her face. It was distracting how sexy that smirk made her look. \n\n“You do know where we are, right?” the woman said slowly, after a pause.\n\nJason’s eyes widened. He looked around at the trees surrounding them, and then looked at her, his eyes bulging. \n\n“These are elf woods?” he hissed incredulously. \n\nThe woman nodded, regarding him with an amused look.\n\n“Shit!” he exclaimed, turning away from her and running his hands through his hair. “Shit, of all the places to break down! Fuck!”\n\n“Oh my god, relax!” the woman said. “You’ll be fine. I can help you!”\n\nJason turned to face her again, and she held out her hand.\n\n“My names Ashley,” she said cheerfully.\n\n“I’m Jason,” he replied, taking her hand and shaking it. He looked over at his car, which sat silently next to them. “So… you can fix my car?”\n\n“Well, no,” Ashley admitted, letting go of his hand and looking away. “I actually don’t know anything about cars.”\n\nShe looked back at him, grinning happily.\n\n“But like I said, I live here! You probably don’t have any service, but my cabin has a landline. If you want, you can come over to my place, and I can call a tow-truck for you.”\n\nJason looked at her adorable face, the most fuckable adorable face he had ever seen, with her green eyes, freckles, and alluring lips. He looked at her plump shapely breasts under her thin top. Then he looked at her shorts, at those incredible legs and that large cameltoe. \n\nAlthough she was undeniably irresistible, he had to do his best, because he had been in a committed relationship for about a year now. \n\n“You know what,” he said. “I think it’s better if I watch the car. But if you would go and call a tow truck for me, I would really *really* appreciate that. Honestly, that would be amazing.”\n\nAshley didn’t say anything, she just smiled at him for a few moments. There was a look on her face as if she knew something he didn’t.\n\n“You want to stay down here? All alone?” Ashley moved forwards until they were standing barely more than a foot apart. The smirk on her face was almost smug. “You don’t know a lot about elves, do you.”\n\n“Well, I know they won’t hurt me,” he said, a little defensively. “I mean, I’ve heard… stories, but they aren’t true, right? Elves don’t attack people, do they?”\n\n“Not with violence, they don’t,” Ashley said. She sounded like she was holding back excited laughter. “But they’re fast, they’re unbelievably strong, and they’re really, really smart. They also do everything in groups. And I mean everything. That also includes sex, Jason. They take the concept of orgies and turn it up to eleven. And guess what?”\n\nShe leaned in, her face stopping close to his, giving him the smuggest smile he had ever seen. \n\n“It’s mating season,” she whispered. \n\nThen she let out the giggles she had been holding back, as if she was a six year old who had just heard someone say “butt.” Her green eyes twinkled at him with laughter while her hands covered her mouth. \n\nJason gazed at her, and then slowly looked around the woods surrounding them. He started remembering the stories he had heard from people who had sex with elves, the things that had happened to them. But they were just stories. He was pretty sure. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You didn't know much about elven culture when you hired your new bartender, but you learn quite quickly when they make a mistake and report to you for "punishment."
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"content": "(Right, sorry this response is a few days late, but I really did want to try this one! Oh, and warning this contains a bit of foot-play at the end, which I know is a big turn off for some people.)\n\n​\n\n**Part One**\n\n\"I'm sorry, I need to do *what* to you?\" Idril asked, the orcish proprietress peering over her reading glasses as she looked up at her newest employee. She had been busy with some paperwork at her desk, until the blonde elf had interrupted her.\n\n\"You must punish me, I'm afraid,\" the elven bartender responded demurely, sounding casually apologetic as she clasped her hands behind her back. Her name was Laena, and she had been the most overqualified applicant Idril had ever had for a job. Literally hundreds of years of experience as a mercenary, a doctor, a sailor, a mystic, a farmer... You name it, she had done it. It was the one time Idril had ever bothered to actually check someone's background before giving them a job, out of sheer disbelief that someone with such a vast variety of skills and previous work would come to a sleazy little bar like this.\n\nWhen pushed on the subject, all Laena would say was that it was for \"The experience.\" Still, she was every bit as dedicated and skilled as her history would suggest, and with her former work as a fighter even the usual creeps weren't a problem for her. The only issue she'd caused in the three months since Idril had hired her was accidentally dropping a set of glasses yesterday.\n\nWhich led, according to Laena, to this situation.\n\n\"Yes, well,\" Idril grunted, trying and failing to return to her paperwork. Laena had a body that could distract *anyone,* and she made it worse by wearing what she clearly thought was a traditional 'bar wench's' dress, with a low-cut front and a skirt that was verging on horizontal*.* \"If you feel that strongly about it, I can deduct the cost from your pay at the end of the month. Is that all?\"\n\nLaena didn't move from the spot, but instead started to frown a little. In fact, she looked slightly insulted.\n\n\"No, no, that won't do, the money isn't the issue. In fact, I already deposited enough gold pieces into the cash box to pay for a full set of new crystal glasses,\" Laena explained. Idril was about to open her mouth to explain that that was *completely* unnecessary, given how old and chipped the glasses were, but Laena just kept on going. \"No, I'm afraid that my punishment must be much more personal, to ensure that I do not forget my duty and make a fool of myself again.\"\n\nIdril blinked at Laena, her cheeks starting to turn a darker shade of green as she tried to figure out what exactly a 'personal punishment' might involve. She coughed awkwardly, and decided to just ask.\n\n\"And when you say a, uhh, personal punishment, you mean...?\" Idril let the question hang in the air, which made Laena just shrug her dainty shoulders.\n\n\"Something that will help me remember this failure and why I should avoid it for decades to come. It's part of elven culture; with our long lives, all that really matters in the end is our memories, so failures have to be marked with particularly painful ones.\" Laena stated it all so matter-of-factly, but Idril was already reaching for her glass of whisky in response.\n\n\"Ye gods Laena, I'm not going to, I don't know... *Flog* you for dropping some glasses!\"\n\n\"Oh, of course not, that would be quite unnecessary.\"\n\n\"Right.\"\n\n\"These days, humiliation and degradation, often of a sexual nature, is far more common-\" Idril had just started to drink when Laena said that, which turned her sip of whisky into a coughing fit. Laena just gave a benign smile as her employer regained her composure, even if she was swearing a little as she had to swiftly mop up the spilled drink to stop her tax returns from stinking of alcohol.\n\n\"What?! *Sexual* punishments? Whoa now, I know this isn't the best part of town, but I am not going to let it be said that I take advantage of my employees like that!\" Idril glared at Laena, who just quirked an eyebrow in response.\n\n\"Well, you don't have to take advantage, I'm offering it. Besides, I find you rather charming, and I know you're attracted to me as well.\"\n\n\"I... I am not! How...\"\n\n\"Please, Idril, I was a courtesan for twelve years, I know what barely constrained lust looks like.\" Idril flushed green again in response, before starting to shout.\n\n\"What? *Barely constrained lust?* How dare you?! You know, if you're going to be this much of a pain in my-\" She suddenly stopped when she spotted the little smirk playing at the corner of Laena's lips. Idril slumped back in her chair, giving Laena a grumpy look. \"Oh, I see how it is. You get me all riled up so I'll do this punishment nonsense for you. Well, fine. It worked. Now get over here, bend over the desk, and hitch up those skirts. If a job's worth doing, it's worth doing properly.\"\n\nLaena gave a small nod and immediately started following Idril's instructions. Despite how she had been teasing the orc mere seconds ago, she clearly genuinely did want this punishment. Idril grunted as Laena exposed her rear, trying to sound unimpressed despite how her anger was turning into excitement at a record pace. Laena hadn't been wrong about her feelings, after all.\n\n\"What a pale, perfect rear,\" Idril growled, standing up and kicking her chair away, then suddenly lunging down to squeeze Laena's backside tight enough to leave a hand mark. To her credit, Laena didn't make a squeak; she just shuddered slightly under Idril's grip. \"Bend over further, elf. Mmm. Is it... Proper, for me to make personal comments during this 'personal' punishment? I don't want to slight your honour or culture while I'm spanking you raw, after all.\" Idril spoke rather sarcastically, but she did still mean it. Laena gave a rapid nod.\n\n\"A-Ahh, yes, you may make whatever comments about me o-or my kind you wish, Mistress Idril,\" Laena panted, her fingers clenching around the opposite edge of the desk as she tensed up for what was to come. \"The important thing is that it really lasts in my mind, reminding me of my- *YOUCH!*\"\n\nLaena interrupted herself with a yelp of pain, thanks to the harsh, stinging blow Idril had just planted on her rear. Laena groaned softly in pain, as Idril prepared another blow.\n\n\"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt you?\" *THWACK!*\n\n\"*OUCH!* Y-Yes, yes you did!\" *THWACK!* \"*Owwwww...!*\"\n\n\"Good. Talking got you into this mess, and you need to learn that it'll only make things worse.\" Laena whined and nodded, squirming from one foot to the other as she awaited the next spank. Idril paused until Laena was just starting to turn around before bringing her large green hand down again, as swiftly and harshly as ever.\n\n*THWACK!*\n\n*\"OWW! Ow, ow, owwww...* Y-Yes Mistress!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fallout prompts, preferrably involving Deathclaws
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"content": "1. you are out foraging late at night and don't have enough time to get back to your base. you set up a camp and vow to stay awake all night, but you wake up suddenly when you feel a deathclaw grab your waist. but, he isn't looking to kill you...\n2. a deathclaw has been trained and added as a member of your scouting team. you are his handler. he has taken an unusual liking to you, but you don't mind. the sex sort of weirds our your other teammates, though.\n3. you are lost in the wasteland and are looking to go out in a blaze of glory. you charge a pack of deathclaws but the females surround you, seemingly not wanting a meal but a mate. this one involves many deathclaws, and they keep you as a sex object.\n4. this is my fetish, god bless"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] What's the best way to be read as a writer here?
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"content": "As others have mentioned, it's the nature of reddit to push down posts that are more than a day old. We try to highlight submissions by users by doing a Weekly Round-up thread which should cover situations where a story has continued to be posted even a couple of days after the prompt (up to an entire week later for some prompts). Unfortunately, I haven't been able to make the thread for the last two weeks but that is one regular feature. Another feature that has been mentioned already is the Showcase thread which should be an even better method to showcase long stories, especially those built over a period longer than a week. Unfortunately, these haven't really been as popular as I'd hoped.\n\n[PI] posts obviously give you absolute visibility."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A strange force known as Magick sweeps through the world. Those it touches become lust filled creatures capable of wielding its strange power. You have been infected, and the changes are coming
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"content": "I felt the change coming pretty early on. I don't really know how I got infected, I'm a bit of a shut in. My skin felt hot and I was already breathing hard. I was at stage two of the infection. Magick did this to those who came in contact with another infect or got hit with the powers of others.\n\nMy parents are down stars in my living room. We all got together when their neighbors tried to sodomize my father with tentacles made of water. The change is probably going to hit him soon. \n\nThe snap of my door opening follow by the sudden click of nails on wood altered me to Cinnamon, my parents husky, being put into my room. \"Mark. Your father started aging backward and scaring the dog.\"\n\n\nCinnamon stepped up to me and put her head in my lap. I didn't get a single word out as phase three hit me. Purple liquid pour from my mouth and over the surprised dog. My mind slipped a bit as I blackout, even unconscious I could feel the pain of new organs growing and my brain rewriting itself to accommodate them. I let the fever dreams of my screaming family and barking dog take me.\n\n\nI awoke to the smell of cooked bacon. I cracked open my eyes to see a short naked woman with canine like features currently laying across the couch with semen dripping between her legs. I started to move but noticed that their was a heavy weight between my legs. Another canine creature, this one male and no taller than four feet.\n\n\"Ouch. Please don't pull out early.\" The male whimpered while scratching his deep brown fur.\n\n\"Did you guys capture me? Where is my mom and dad? Let me go you damn monsters.\" I mumbled still trying to undersrand how they broke in.\n\nThe male chuckled, \"My own son fucks my wife silly and is balls deep in his old man. Yet I'm the monster?\"\n\nThe dark humored chuckle was unmistakable, even as my balls tightened and emptied another load in his ass. The three foot dog man was Definately my father. My hand reached up to pat him on the shoulder but my hand was large enough to cover his back. A massive hand led to a massive arm covered in deep brown hair.\n\n\n\"I did this? What is my magick?\" I wondered as my cock slipped out of my fathers ass with a wet pop. Darker part of me felt a little proud about stretching the smaller male out. \n\n\"Fuck that felt good. A little rough but damn. Well I can't tell you much boy but I couldn't control my powers. I was aging myself or shrinking myself out of existence then you flood the whole house in your magick.\" My father said with his tail wagging excitedly.\n\n\"The first thing that comes down is Cinnamon. Eight human tits and a body like an Amazon. She runs straight through the door excited like she saw a bird and looking pregnant as hell. I guess she was the closet to your power so she got the most effect.\" My father ended his speech by getting a wash cloth and cleaning my cock with an almost reverent interest.\n\n\"Dad. Are you... You?\" I asked dumbly, as I watched the mutant dog man clean me. He finished and shrugged.\n\n\"I think so... I just really really want your dick. It's like, I know its wrong but I want to please and I want to serve.\" He turned his gaze away with a bit of pink in his ears. \"How about you, What did the magick do to you?\"\n\nI rose from the couch and tried to feel that strange buzz in my head. The primal desire to breed, the fur on my body shook briefly as a thick mist of magick floated off of me. The cloud hit my father and he dropped on his butt to start masturbating. Even my unconscious mother hands drifted down between her legs.\n\nThe magic was even worse than I thought as it flowed out the open window. I felt a rabbit in the mist and it became a half-half rabbit creature. I felt its mind panic before being overridden with a desire to serve me. He half walked and half climbed his way into the house before his body filled out to a height of four feet. The less intelligent the creature the less of itself it seemed to keep.\n\n\"Obey my father. Anything he asks for.\" My voice was deep and booming as I ordered the creature.\n\nThe creature didn't speak but immediately moved to my father's side. My power was strong, almost brokenly so. I could hear the sounds of screaming and gunfire in the distance. Someone elses powers must of manifested. The suburbs was too dangerous with a power like mine. \n\n\n\"Dad. Get mom in the car. I'm going to find Cinnamon and we are getting out of town.\" I turned to see my father getting head from the male rabbit creature. I could see the rabbits brown lightly furried ass bobbing as he suckled happily. \"Maybe... That could wait.\"\n\nThe rabbit creature gave a pleased cry of pleasure as I joined in. It's lithe body sandwiched between me and my father. The poor bunny didn't last long before he was cumming on the floor and squealing around my father's cock. I finished inside of the bunny butt and felt my cock swell inside of him. \n\n\"Jesus Christ. That rabbit is a keeper.\" My father huffed as he stood up and wiped his cock on the rabbits face.\n\n\n\"You aren't to bad yourself.\" The rabbit spoke. \"Maybe next time you suck me off.\"\n\nMy father gasped, I gripped the rabbits hips harder, the rabbit moaned. It seems my power can do more than just make things into human. My pack could be huge if I could just get out of the city. But why should I leave? This was my territory with my pack! I... I'm not sure but if I make my pack bigger then they would be sure. Yeah... I'll make more family."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A meteor is hurtling toward Earth. The only thing on everyone’s mind? Having sex for the last time
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"content": "\"What's it going to be like?\" Jen asked, slowly unbuttoning her sweater.\n\nHarold sighed and pinched the corner of his eyes under his glasses. \"According to the models, the main asteroid will superheat almost immediately once it hits the inner belt... basically turning it into a powerful, flying magnet the size of Russia.\" He took sharpie and looked for a pad, then thought, *Fuck it* and drew on the wall. \n\n\"In its wake, it will pull about 500 gigatons of additional mass from the belt,\" he said, drawing a sketch of the inner solar system. \"For about a week, you'll be able to see them at night, a bright dot surrounded by a crown of twinkling jewels, like the coming of Christ himself.\"\n\n\"Once it hits the upper atmosphere, the ferromagnetic material will burn brighter than the sun, destroying both the ozone layer and the Earth's magnetic shield. Even if you somehow survived the blast, the firestorm, and the tectonic shifts, the solar radiation would kill you within hours. The lucky ones will be the ones who will be roasted before it even hits the ground.\" Harold looked at the jumbled mess of math, vectors, and fiery Armageddon on the wall, then cracked the pen in half. \n\n\"No,\" she said. He turned around and saw that she was naked, on his bed, playing with herself. \"I meant the sex.\"\n\nHarold smiled and began to undress. \"You know what? It'll be pretty much the same.\" He jumped in bed and happily proved his point."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sarah attends her first "CA" (Cum-aholics Anonymous) meeting, a support group for woman who can barely go a whole day without swallowing cum.
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"content": "This setup has semi-realism in that \"____ anonymous\" program kind of way. Let me know if you expected more \"porn logic.\"\n\n----\n\nAll she'd said was: *\"I loved your story.\"*\n\nA pretty girl with shoulder length black hair and a brown leather jacket had handed a small business card to Sarah, rushing over to her after the closing prayer at yesterday's meeting. She'd stared deeply into her eyes as she palmed the card into Sarah's hand. It was one of those two-handed clasps where the lingering handshake was meant to show something genuine, to be more meaningful.\n\n*\"I loved your story\"* was silly and it wasn't - stories shared by speakers at Sex Addicts Anonymous weren't meant to be *\"loved\"*. They were dark, humiliating vignettes, shameful moments in someone's life. More often than not, they were very sexually graphic: babysitters were fucked while wives were away, holes were lubed and stuffed, cocks were sucked in dirty bathroom stalls. Of course they were really thanking them for being brave enough to share. That much made sense. To openly bare the rawest piece of themselves to a quiet room of polite stares, to shrug off the embarrassment and then cap it all off by echoing the slogans: *keep coming back, it works,* and so on. That took some guts, Sarah thought, even though she hated most of the program slogans. Still, the irony of thanking someone for telling a story about getting fucked made Sarah wince.\n\nBut Sarah stalked around this memory in her mind, watching herself talk to the girl from outside herself, like a director framing a scene. She searched for mistakes, clues, hidden meanings. Something there was off.\n\n\"Thanks,\" the actress playing Sarah said with scripted cynicism. \"Is this some kind of VIP meeting for the real sickos?\" The card looked normal enough in her memory.\n\n\"Sort of,\" the girl replied with a stare and a wry grin. \"It's our private meeting. A different kind of program. You mentioned you were looking for a new sponsor.\" \n\nSarah watched her brow crumple with confusion as she stifled a laugh. The smell of coffee sauntered through the room in her memory. Busy voices congealed into one loud mumble all around them. The sensory overload had thrown her off.\n\n\"Yeah, I am. Well... maybe I'll check it out,\" the actress playing Sarah mumbled. She looked so naive. If saying *\"no\"* were part of her skillset, that girl playing Sarah might not have been at an SAA meeting.\n\n\"Eight o'clock tomorrow night,\" the girl said confidently, as though confirming it. \"Thanks again for sharing.\" She turned and left with that sneaky grin again, leather jacket buckles clinking as she left.\n\nNow, Sarah stood at the open doorway to the small private study room at the community college library that the voice from the card's phone number had told her about. She'd already been standing frozen in apprehension for longer than was socially acceptable, the door handle in her grip her only hold on safety. She squeezed it and wondered if she should turn and run.\n\n\"Please come in,\" a girl in a leather jacket said to her. Not just *a* girl; *that* girl. The tanned hide creaked as she cocked her head.\n\nAs inevitable as having been shoved down a waterslide, Sarah shut the door behind her and hurried to a chair while glaring at the floor. She threw her hands into the safety of her hoodie pockets and ventured a couple of apprehensive glances to the group through the strands of hair caging her eyes. Six other pairs of eyes stared at her from opposite the table. They were studying her. Judging.\n\n\"She got a vouch?\" a voice asked. Sarah's lips pursed and her fists clenched invisibly inside her hoodie pockets.\n\n\"She has mine,\" leather jacket said.\n\n\"Good,\" stated another girl - no, a woman. She was older, mid-forties maybe, and definitely in charge. The sponsor. \"Any other invites?\"\n\nThe room remained silent long enough for her satisfaction. \"Great,\" she said. \"Who wants to do this first?\"\n\nSarah was a mixture of inability to refuse and an over-willingness to take the plunge. She knew this about herself, about her submissiveness. It was part of what had put her in SAA to begin with. But Sarah had a vague idea that, despite herself, she still didn't like being blindsided or used in this particular way. Right now, Sarah had no clue what was going on.\n\n\"Can I ask what *this* is?\" she said bluntly.\n\nThe woman's green eyes considered her disdainfully. She wore her age well, and her brown hair wreathed her creamy face regally. \"Olive?\" she asked cautiously.\n\nSarah's face crinkled, trying to process the word - was the woman referring to her own eye color? Or did she mistake Sarah for someone she knew? Sarah stifled the fear in her eyes, hopefully.\n\nLeather jacket spoke up, and the logic pierced the terror in Sarah's mind. \"Jeanne, this is Sarah. Great speaker. I asked her to come if she wanted a new meeting,\" Olive explained to the stern, discerning woman, \"or a new sponsor. She had a particularly *explicit* share during speaker sesh.\"\n\n\"Did she, Olive?\" Jeanne asked, mostly unimpressed. She looked back to Sarah. \"You fire your last sponsor, or did she fire you?\"\n\n\"I fired her,\" Sarah explained, an unwanted picture of Teri's disappointed face appearing momentarily behind her eyelids.\n\n\"And what's your sobriety date, miss...\"\n\n\"Just Sarah,\" she dodged. It took a moment for her to summon the rest of the information out of her throat.\n\n\"One month.\"\n\n\"I see,\" the woman asked, slightly more satisfied for some reason. \"And is that your only date dear?\"\n\nSarah paused cautiously. She remembered the book, the word: *honesty*. She'd shared to a room full of people, what good would hiding do now?\n\n\"Three months before that,\" she admitted.\n\nJeanne's green eyes seemed to relax, now. The rest of the room seemed to relax along with her. \"Aha,\" she exclaimed with the tone of a teacher watching a child finally understand basic addition. Lines appeared at the corners of her eyes as she smiled. Her presence commanded the room to listen, and so they did. \n\n\"Well then, *Just-Sarah*,\" she began with a mom joke that Sarah hated, \"I'm definitely not like most sponsors. My girls and I work a... *different* sort of program, and we work it every day. I get results. I expect to ask you for things and get them from you. Whoever your last sponsor was, you dropped her because she was probably a fucking pussy.\"\n\nEveryone chuckled a bit. Sarah did as well, mostly to try and belong, but also at the thought of Teri shying away from Jeanne's ferocity.\n\nJeanne continued: \"If you want to go back and confess your sins to that room full of nuns and chase chips, go. You want to stay and work with an old bitch like me, you work hard. All my girls work toward one thing.\" She paused for effect:\n\n\"Happiness.\"\n\nIt wasn't what Sarah had expected to hear from the stern, elegant woman, but that was probably part of her charm. *She probably delivered that line to all these girls,* Sarah thought. *But what good has it got them?*\n\n\"Okay,\" Sarah answered with same tone she'd use for *\"what the fuck does that mean.\"* She decided to play along. \"How long you guys been in this group?\"\n\n\"Six years,\" Olive chimed in, her jacket buckles jingling as she sat up. She was older than Sarah, she thought. Mid-twenties, maybe, to Sarah's nineteen. She grinned that wry grin.\n\n\"Two,\" someone next to her chimed in. Sarah glanced and saw a tough-looking Asian girl with a side cut and beautiful, strong features. She was small but sturdy, and looked the type that'd have crossfit stickers on her Jetta.\n\n\"Just one,\" said a pretty blonde girl in a sundress and a winter jacket. \"You and me are probably the newest.\"\n\n\"All these decadent sluts have been with me long enough,\" Jeanne summarized to a few more chuckles. \"Any other questions, Just-Sarah?\"\n\nSarah shrunk into her hoodie a bit. Jeanne talked tough, but not much tougher than other longtime sponsors she knew. She ran her meeting, she worked program. She had a lot of girls, and they did seem happy. Not that sort of staged happy that she'd learned to stomach in the big meetings; the kind where people were happy enough. Jeanne smiled a smile that said she was trying to run a meeting that Sarah was both late for, and interrupting.\n\n\"No,\" Sarah stated.\n\n\"Good,\" Jeanne explained. \"I'll lead off. Won't put you on the spot yet, kid, but if you're in, you share before you leave. Got me?\"\n\nSarah nodded.\n\n\"Then let me tell you a story,\" she began charismatically, waiting for eyes to meet hers until she began."
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"content": "This is well-written, paces nicely, and transitions well in between \"mornings\" for Lisa. That's a great device to put the reader in that mechanical sort of feeling.\n\nI think each wake-up could have a little bit more mystery to it. Consider featuring little hints that builds more of the big picture for Lisa (and reader) about the situation she's really in, who she was, who everyone else is. I was expecting a punch of some kind at the end, or more conflict (e.g. Rosie's threatening scene). The love realization was great but could have perhaps been built up more, also. Maybe I just love reading unexpected twists too much.\n\nGreat story setup!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sex in this haunted house is not abnormal. The incredibly convincing makeup and costumes are also not abnormal. The walls of flesh is also perfectly not abnormal.
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"content": "I wasn't really worried until I read the waiver. I got the impression Cavallo was trying to rush us through it, acting like it was a formality, and my gut had told me not to trust him since the moment we'd met.\n\n\"This seems pretty intense,\" I said, my tone even, glancing up from the paper.\n\n\"We can't give you the full Cavallo Manor experience without it, I'm afraid,\" he replied, with a smile.\n\n\"It said we'd have to sign something like this,\" Amy said, scribbling her signature. \"I mean, it makes sense.\"\n\n\"Sure, but the way this is worded, the staff could do whatever they wanted to us and we're saying it's okay.\"\n\nCavallo laughed, and I saw his eyes go to Amy's shapely rear for about the fifth time in the ten minutes we'd been acquainted.\n\n\"My dear, we'd never have anybody to vouch for us if we went around assaulting our customers, and word of mouth is our best form of advertising.\"\n\nHe was right about that, at least. We'd found the place after reading a post on reddit that had led us to a series of what amounted to teaser trailers on YouTube, shaky footage of screaming teens being terrorized cut with solemn testimonials about it being the scariest experience they'd ever had. I'd done my research, too, and hadn't found a single complaint about the place.\n\nI looked down at the paper, thinking about the claim that nobody had ever made it through to the end without quitting, knowing I was planning on being the first. I signed.\n\n\"Excellent,\" Cavallo said. \"Now, if you ladies would like to head on in, we can begin.\"\n\n\"C'mon,\" Amy said, grinning. \"I'm ready to do some screaming.\"\n\nWe'd met on reddit, too, a pair of thrillseekers of slightly different stripes, Amy the screamer, the one who got scared and loved it, me the stoic non-believer, forever looking for the zipper on the back of the monster costume. We'd clicked immediately, recognizing that we were two sides of the same coin, looking for the same experience. It was the third time we'd gone to one of these haunted houses, the kind that are a step beyond the typical skeletons-and-creepy music fare, realistic scenarios designed to legitimately scare the shit out of their customers, and getting through the other two put us in some elite company.\n\nCavallo Manor was our white whale.\n\nWe made our way up the stone steps to the huge double doors of the house. They were slightly ajar, of course, and when I pushed them open, smiling at Amy's wide eyes, her readiness to be scared, they creaked appropriately.\n\nBeyond was a dimly lit hallway, candles flickering, a creepy picture of a depression era family hanging on the wall.\n\n\"Nothing scarier than people looking stoic on a farm a hundred years ago,\" I muttered.\n\nAmy touched my shoulder. Ahead of us, something was huddled on the floor, trembling. As we moved closer, we realized it was a girl of about our age. She was weeping.\n\n\"Are...are you okay?\" Amy said.\n\nThe girl looked up. Her blonde hair was matted and dirty, her eyes red-rimmed from crying, mascara tracks down her cheeks. Her clothes were torn, one round breast exposed.\n\n\"Don't go in,\" she said. \"It's real.\"\n\nShe was good, that much was true. The \"it's real\" schtick was old hat, but she looked genuinely traumatized, and when I leaned in to look more closely at what looked like a claw wound on her shoulder, I was surprised by how good the effects were.\n\nMovement in the darkness beyond made me look up just in time to see a massive clawed hand suddenly close around the girl's ankle. She screamed, reaching out as she was snatched away with impressive speed. Amy screamed, too, and even I shivered, the hair on my bare arms standing up.\n\n\"Was that a fucking werewolf?\" Amy said. \"That looked like a werewolf! It was huge.\"\n\nThe girl's screams continued, growing distant until they were cut off and we heard a guttural roar followed by a door slamming. I chuckled.\n\n\"I guess she's dead,\" I said. \"Let's go.\"\n\nWe moved slowly down the hallway, passing several closed doors. I tried a handle, just to see how much freedom we'd have to move around. It was locked.\n\n\"I guess it's on rails,\" I said, turning to look at Amy.\n\nShe wasn't there.\n\n\"Amy? Ames?\"\n\nShe couldn't possibly be a part of the show, and Amy's MO in these places was to stick close to me, feeding off my cynicism, so somebody must have not only grabbed and dragged her through one of the doors, but done it stealthily enough that I hadn't noticed.\n\n\"Okay, that's pretty good,\" I said, to the empty hallway. \"But now, a conundrum. Do I keep going, or look for my missing friend?\"\n\nThere was a click from the door I'd just tried to open. Behind it, something groaned. The handle moved a couple of times as whatever was in there tried and failed to turn it before the door finally began to swing open. I backed away.\n\nThe first zombie fell, landing with a wet thud in the hallway, dark blood splattering the wall and my jeans. I got a brief look into the room beyond, where I saw that there were quite a few more pressing towards the light, their movements jerky and unnatural. Again, I was impressed by the effects, and when I looked down at the one on the ground as it reached for my foot, I wrinkled my nose in genuine disgust, both at its decomposing features and the fetid stench that hit my nose.\n\n\"Keep going, I guess,\" I said, stepping back and turning to walk briskly down the hall.\n\nIt opened into a large living room dominated by several ornate chairs and decorated by hunting trophies straight out of the Evil Dead movies, with blank stares that followed me as I kept moving, mindful of the zombie moans I could still hear. There were two exits, and since bright light was streaming through one of them, I went that way.\n\nNext was a kitchen. I smelled blood as soon as I stepped through the doorway. It was splashed across the countertops and walls, obviously still fresh, dripping on the floor, making pools I had to step around as I made my way towards an open wooden door that led into darkness. Just as I was about to step through it, I heard heavy breathing. I turned and looked back.\n\nThe werewolf was standing in the middle of the kitchen, bloody footprints leading back the way I'd come, stark on the tiled floor. I stared. The creature was easily seven feet tall, great head mounted on wide shoulders leading to a massive chest that tapered to a slender waist and thick, powerful legs.\n\n\"Holy shit,\" I breathed.\n\nIt couldn't possibly be a costume. The creature was too large, the proportions all wrong. Animatronics, maybe? How much money did Cavallo have?\n\nThe creature pounced. I dived out of the way at the last possible moment, and it crashed into the wooden door as I rolled through a puddle of warm blood, struggling to my feet, my sneakers slipping. I ran back the way I'd come, into the living room, just in time to see a crowd of zombies lunging towards me, arms outstretched. It was all I could do to flatten myself against the wall, just beyond their reach, and then sprint for the second door. I felt cold flesh touch me, fingers grasping, my blood-soaked tank top torn open down the back. It slowed me down, and that might just have saved my life as I burst through the door to find myself at the top of a flight of stone stairs.\n\nFor a moment, it was in doubt, momentum carrying me off the edge of the first stair, nothing but air beneath my front foot until I caught hold of the railing and swung sideways, slamming into the wall. Winded and stunned, I had the presence of mind only to slam the door closed behind me and stumble downward into darkness.\n\nI stopped at the foot of the stairs, gasping for breath, listening. I could hear the zombies scratching and pushing at the door, but that was all. I straightened, looking around as my eyes began to adjust. It was a cellar, empty as far as I could tell, large enough that I couldn't see the far wall. I began to make my way in that direction. I realized I could hear women's voices chanting, and with no other options, I pushed forward.\n\nWhen I reached the far wall, I found another wooden door. The chanting was coming from beyond it. I took a deep breath, turned the handle, eased it slowly open, and froze.\n\nThe room beyond was cavernous and high-ceilinged, lit by torches that lined the wall. Robed figures stood around a pool at its center. In the dirty water, soaking wet and clearly terrified, was Amy. As I watched, the chanting grew louder and the water began to churn and bubble. Amy shrieked and began to turn this way and that, trying to part the surface with her hands, to see whatever was in the pool.\n\nI could barely breathe. The werewolf, the blood, the zombies. It couldn't be real. Couldn't be.\n\nThe water erupted. My eyes refused to believe what they were seeing. Some massive thing, some Lovecraftian horror, all eyes and tentacles, threw Amy into the air. The robed figures stopped chanting and stood motionless, watching as the tentacles caught her, bound her wrists and ankles. They dug into her clothing, ripping off her wet shirt and bra, her shorts and panties. Her screams were abruptly cut off by the tentacle that plugged her mouth, and then she was dragged down beneath the surface.\n\nI called her name. I couldn't help it. One of the robed figures turned towards me. All I could see beneath the hood was pale skin and a small feminine mouth.\n\nIt was smiling.\n\n\"Let her go,\" I said. \"That's enough.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The young female adventurer is swarmed by a group of monsters. Instead of being killed or fucked right there, they take her away to make her their new brood mother in the nest.
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"content": "Laura squirmed around once more, hoping that the ropes that bound her were just that *tiniest* bit looser, a fraction slacker...\n\nBut no. The ones who'd bound her had done the job all too well, she mused to herself. *And without light as well.* She idly tugged at the knotted lines that tethered her wrists and ankles fast to a firm, immovable object. An outcropping of rock, perhaps? She'd been exploring the depths of what it seemed was an abandoned cave, torch in one hand and axe in the other, when suddenly *something* had knocked the oil-soaked length of wood out of her hand, the fall dousing its flame... and leaving her all alone in the dark.\n\nWhatever, or *whatevers* (judging by the noises she'd heard as they carried her here and left her trussed up) had disarmed her of her torch, also found her surprisingly easy prey for the taking. What could she do in the dark, beyond a couple of desperate axe swings? She hadn't even hit anything in her panic. *Great move, Laura,* she thought bitterly. *Real good roll of the dice to come explore a dark, ominous cave and assume nothing would happen.*\n\nBeing captive to something she hadn't even seen was a huge problem already, but the humidity and warm air swirling through the cave (weren't caves supposed to be *chilly*?) was causing perspiration to well up all over her skin, dripping into places most uncomfortable. She could feel beads of sweat rolling down in an itchy trail between her breasts, down her thighs, coming out the armpits she hadn't shaved in a few weeks of exploration. Oh, if only her hands were free for a quick scratch—\n\nSomething, perhaps the hem of a garment, made a small, almost imperceptible sound on the cavern floor, halting her musings of inconvenient sweat, putting her on full alert. Whatever had caught her was coming back. Her eyes, now adjusted to her dim surroundings picked up the faintest outline, almost seeming to meld with the shadows..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A couple decides to try something they saw while watching porn together. It...doesn’t go as well as they expected.
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"content": "Lily was the first one to notice it: the white cloth and beaded cushions, the narrow, almost utilitarian depth, and the useless corner seat. \"They're fucking on our couch,\" she told Jamie, as she lazily stroked his warm cock under his pajama bottoms.\n\n\"Oh yeah, you're right,\" he said. Jamie was more interested in the two women draped over the sectional, servicing a man with an ample length and girth. Now that she pointed it out though, he couldn't help but think back to the day he assembled the IKEA couch in their living room. \"I wouldn't have thought to put the couch in the middle like that,\" he said as he felt up his wife. \"You know, it doesn't look weird.\"\n\n\"Well, nothing looks weird when you're having a threesome.\"\n\n\"Do you, want to try it?\" he asked. \"Moving the couch, not the threesome.\"\n\nLily smirked. \"You'd totally leap at the chance to have a threesome if you could. But if you're feeling adventurous...\"\n\n\"Yeah?\" he said with a twinge of excitement.\n\n\"Let's move the couch.\" She jumped out of bed, only wearing his pajama top and panties, then walked to the living room. It wasn't the same vaulted fake-Spanish inspired space as the porn video, but the white cloth sectional was identical, except theirs was against the wall. \n\n\"How do you want to do this?\" he asked.\n\n\"Mmm, what if we turned it clockwise, and pull it out a bit.\"\n\n\"That's what she said.\"\n\nLily sighed. \"Just pull the fucking couch out, smart ass.\" She grabbed the corner and pivoted part of the couch, which lurched and squealed as the legs dragged on the hardwood floor. She looked at the dust bunnies now revealed with disgust. \"Dude, we gotta get better at cleaning.\"\n\nJamie grabbed the Swiffer and cleaned the exposed floor. He placed the bolts that held the sectional together on the coffee table, and then put the broom away. After moving the main part, the couch now faced their dark bay window. Lily slumped on the couch with her arms around the back cushions, enjoying the new view. Jamie walked around the couch and stood behind her. \n\n\"Look at us,\" he said at their reflections in the dark window. She looked resplendent, lounging with her bare legs spread, hands caressing his midriff. \"We're like a couple of pornstars.\"\n\nShe tilted her head back to look at him, then reached for the drawstring. His cock bounced against her cheek as he shimmied out of his bottoms, and Lily held it against her face. \"It's like a warm blanket,\" she said, giggling. He began to stiffen as she played with his shaft, teasing him until his cock was hard, brushing against her lips. She sat up to give her head more room, then opened her mouth. \n\nJamie moaned as his tip passed her lips and he felt her tongue on his aching cock. He looked at his beautiful wife unbuttoning her top, giving him a bird's eye view of her cleavage. He bent over and reached for her breasts but stopped when he heard her gagging.\n\n\"Oh, fuck! I'm sorry,\" he said as she coughed him out. \n\n\"That's okay, I'm not used to doing that upside-down. Whew! I'm a little light headed.\"\n\nJamie came around to her side of the couch and sat next to her. \"We don't have to do that again, not if if hurts,\" he said, stroking her leg. He felt her open her legs again and he slid his hand further. \n\n\"Mmm, just go slow, okay,\" she mewed. Lily pulled his face closer and kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue into his hot mouth. She loved how his large hand gripped her inner thigh while his thumb played with her clit, her pussy reacting to his touch. She let him kiss her neck, making his way to a nipple, where he latched on and flicked with his tongue. \"Oh, baby, that feels so good.\"\n\n\"I can tell, you're so wet right now. God, I love you so much Lily.\"\n\nLily arched her back and squirmed on his hand. \"I love you too, baby. I need you now.\"\n\nJamie recalled something he saw in the porno. He lifted her up and guided her until she was kneeling on the couch, arms draped over the back. Her pussy was glistening and inviting. He took a long, slow drag over it with his tongue and listened to her moan with pleasure. He stood behind her and pressed the tip of his cock between her cheeks until it rested on her wet folds. He pressed in.\n\n\"Fuck!\" she gasped. Unable to grab anything, Lily smacked the back of the couch as his cock filled her pussy. Even though they had sex weekly, it was always a delight to have him inside her. She grinned and relaxed as he slowly withdrew, then pressed in again. \"Yes, baby, fuck me slow.\"\n\nJamie loved to oblige her. He massaged her ass and waist, feeling her muscles tighten and relax around his cock. Her soft moans only turned him on more, bidding him to move faster. It took all his willpower to keep himself from taking her like a wild animal. He grabbed her by her sides and began to pick up the pace. The slaps of air and skin became louder as he increased his intensity. Lily stayed with him, vocalizing her pleasure with each thrust into her sex. \n\nHe wanted more, to go deeper. He placed one foot on the couch, just outside of her knee, and it gave him more leverage. As he pumped her, she slid further down the back of the couch. Jamie went for it, hopping on the couch with his other foot. \n\n\"Oh god, yes!\" she exclaimed as he began to pile drive his cock deep into her pussy. She was almost half off the back of the couch, her hands slapping the floor as he fucked into her. They were so lost in the moment, that neither of them felt the couch tip when he leaned too far forward.\n\n\"Oh god,\" he said, then screamed, \"Oh God!\" as the couch tipped backwards. Lily was quick to move her upper body out of the way before the back slammed into the floor, but she ate it when Jamie fell on top of her. They stayed there, splayed on the ground for a moment while they caught their breath.\n\n\"Are you okay?\" he asked as he rolled off her.\n\n\"Just... winded,\" she said. She turned to face him and Jamie's face showed revulsion. \"What is it, is it bad?\"\n\n\"Honey, I think I broke your nose.\" He slowly extended his finger and touched her nose, covered in blood and bent sideways.\n\n\"Ow, ow!\" she yelled, covering her face. She curled into a ball and winced in pain. \n\n\"Let's go to the walk-in clinic.\" he said slowly rising to a sitting position. He helped her get up and walked to the bathroom, they cleaned her as best they could then got dressed.\n\n\"They're never gonna believe it,\" she said in the car. \"They're gonna think you beat me up.\"\n\n\"Well, in a way, I did.\"\n\n\"You're such an ass. I should let the cops take you in, then watch you get ass-fucked in jail.\"\n\n\"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Stuffing my ass.\"\n\n\"After tonight, you owe me.\"\n\nJamie flinched that the thought about getting pegged by his wife, but the more he imagined it, the less horrible it seemed.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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"content": "A incubus/succubus is in love with a nymphomaniac, as she's the only person who's ever been able to keep up with their demonic libido. The two of them have a very busy life together.\n\n\nOptional idea:\n\n\n>!Sex when they wake up. Sex in the shower. Phone sex on their lunch breaks. Sex as soon as they're both home. Sex with intermittent breaks for food, cuddling, and watching TV until they pass out. Their neighbors can't stand it, but they're very happy. (Also, sex when one of them wakes up at two in the morning.)!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To join the cheer leading squad, she has to prove that she really supports the football team.
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"content": "\"Knees.\" The head of the varsity cheerleading squad was firm and clear.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Wh- what?\" Glistening with sweat from her recently finished audition routine, Evelyn thought she was done.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I said, knees.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEvelyn sank to her knees, her face drawn with confusion. The head, a beautiful blonde student called Sophia, in her last year at the university, smirked. She strutted forward, her cheerleading skirt swinging softly around her toned, tanned legs. Leaning down, her hands brushed Evelyn's flame-red hair away from her pretty face, staring deep into her piercing blue eyes. Sophia clapped her hands.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe doors creaked open, and the football team walked in. Evelyn blinked at Sophia, who only smirked again in reaction. The Captain of the Football team, a 6'3 dark-haired student, bristling with glistening muscles, directed a questioning look at Sophia, who nodded in response. The Captain, and his team, grinned.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEvelyn blinked again at Sophia, her mouth forming an 'o'-shape as the football team formed a circle around her. Sophia silently slinked away, lingering to whisper:\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"You're not in high school anymore.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe circle advanced. One team member reached forward, and tugged at her skirt. Evelyn swatted his hand away, eliciting chuckles from the team. The captain leaned down, and carressed her face.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Do you want to become a cheerleader?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe gulped and nodded.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Do you support your team?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe nodded again.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Then show us.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nUnderstanding flooded over Evelyn like a tsunami. Her eyes widened as she weighed the pros and cons. Making a decision, she removed her clothes. The team stripped off their remaining kit, their hard cocks sticking out at her face. In a surge of activity, she took the captain's cock in her mouth, and two more in her hands. Groping hands from other team members reached for her breasts and pussy, drawing out a spluttering moan. She switched cocks, saliva dripping as she went. Cocks and hands turned into a lascivious blur as she circulated the team. Eventually the captain, taking the lead once more, strode forth, and pressed his throbbing cock against her moist entrance. She pulled off the cock she was sucking, and turned as best she could.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Aren't you going to use a condom?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe team broke into laughter again, answering with a renewed barrage of groping and penetrating. THe captain plunged into her depths, speaking as best he could between grunts,\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Bitch... we own... you.... you're... ours... now\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEvelyn gasped, allowing the cock she was sucking to penetrate deeper into her throat. Minutes turned to what felt like hours as she sucked and rode a series of cocks. She orgasmed first while the captain was in her mouth and a shorter, stouter, but far musclier blonde player was pounding her pussy. She lost count after the third time.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe first ejaculations came soon afterwards. SHe moaned as the quarterback released a load on her face, and moaned again as another player, who she didn't recognise, came over her chest. The two players sat down in the chair where Sophia had sat to judge her, and opened a can of beer each. She groaned as the captain spanked her arse, and recoiled as he pressed at her virgin rear entrance. The pounding stopped. The captain made another attempt to enter. She spoke, as best she could,\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Please... not there...\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe captain strode forth and slapped her across the face. Grabbing hold of her hips, he spat into his hand and rubbed it over his penis and her tight backdoor. She screamed as he plunged in, and as the other players took new positions, one in her mouth and another in her pussy. She was airtight. The captain spoke again between thrusts,\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"You... are out slut... now... We will have you... when we like... how we like...\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe player she was sucking off came, his hot cum exploding in her mouth.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"You are our property, our slave.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe pounding continued, for what felt like an age. She orgasmed many more times, and many more players came. Eventually only the captain remained. By this point she was a mess of sweat and semen. Some players had ejaculated twice, others three. Eventually, the captain pulled out, and, grabbing her tits and thrusting his cock between them, went for the finish. His load was enormous, and lasted forever. There must have been at least eight ropes before he sank down to the ground, panting, next to her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Did... did you enjoy that, slut?\" He asked, turning towards her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Yes master... yes, very much so.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A war widow wishes her husband could come back and visit her one last time. One night, he does.
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"content": "Marilyn sat bolt upright in bed, her eyes stretched wide open as she stared at the door to the bedroom. She tried to breathe quietly, which of course just made her focus on her breaths instead of the anticipated creak of that fourth step. That’s probably why she didn’t hear the creak, or maybe he took two at a time to avoid disturbing her. It was late. Uh, she asked herself if 0200 was late or early. Maybe it was early and he didn’t want to wake her. \n\nShe wasn’t worried about the creak. She knew she had heard his keys jingle the way they did when he put them in that little clay pot Bobby had made him at camp. He had made a big fuss over it, even claiming that little open space in the rim was just right for his extra long car key. Bobby was thrilled. The pot was on the foyer table just waiting for his keys. The jingle proved it. He had come to her. Tonight was the night. She had to make it last. \n\nMarilyn reminded herself to keep an eye on the door. It had been so long. She didn’t want to miss out on even a brief glimpse of that handsome man. Of course they said he was gone. His CO had seen it happen along with several of the other guys in his outfit. \n\nThey really felt bad they had to leave him. There was just too much sniper fire. Gabber had tried but was wounded in the leg. The CO had no choice. Everybody said so. Everybody knew he was gone and they had to focus on saving the living. \n\nShe told herself she needed to focus too. His bulk would fill the door frame any second. Well, any minute. She waited and watched and listened. Damn, why had she taken that overnight cold relief stuff? She felt her senses dull and her eyelids go heavy. She fought as long as she could but had to lie back. \n\nJust in time! Her head barely hit the pillow when he came in to the room and his grin lit up her life. \n\n“Good, you’re still awake. I couldn’t have waited till morning. It’s been a rough trip but I’m here now, here with you, love. For months now I keep thinking you wanted me to come to you. I had this feeling like you were calling me. But I was trapped over there. It was tough, but I’m here now. I finally made it.” \n\nHis clothes disappeared as if by magic and she saw that big chest come in to cradle her head. She sat up again and his strong arms encircled her. Marilyn raised her face to his and he kissed her, ever so tenderly, ever so sweetly. She tried to talk, to ask how he got here, how he had survived. He shushed her. He laid her back and kissed her from head to knees. Then he worked his way up in that way he had of getting her hot and then hotter and hotter still until she was sure she was going to melt in a puddle. \n\nShe giggled when he started moving up over her abdomen. She had made a puddle, that was for sure, but she hadn’t melted. \n\nHe played her body like an instrument using his fingers and hands and lips and tongue all over her. He kept moving and she sighed and yelped and moaned and laughed as he played what he called his symphony of love on her body. \n\nHe pushed up and put his knees between hers. She could see his goofy grin as he lowered that huge erection and stroked her slit with it. The grin widened as he winked and said, ”And tonight, we accompany the grand finale with fireworks.” \n\nMarilyn sucked her breath in sharply as he entered her. He made the whistling sound of a rocket and then mimicked an explosion as he bottomed out. \n\n*** \n\nMarilyn woke in an empty bed. The dawn was just breaking. She closed her eyes and purred thinking he was in the bathroom. Suddenly it hit her. She jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs. She could see the little ceramic pot on the foyer table. His keys were gone. \n\nMarilyn crashed down on the stairs and the tears started to gush. But then she realized she didn’t have time to cry. She returned to bed and tried to recall every detail of the night. She needed to memorize it. \n\nShe moved downstairs when daylight broke and sipped coffee as she refined her memory. She showered and dressed and had breakfast playing the tape over and over in her head. \n\nAfter she was sure she had it she started on her grocery list. She knew life must go on and Bobby and Sarah were due back from her mother’s today. \n\nRight around 10 AM the doorbell rang. She peeked through the side light and saw two military officers in full dress uniform. \n\nThey saluted and the tall young man grinned at her proudly. “We got him,” he said. “We brought him home. He can rest now.” Marilyn accepted the very official envelope he handed her as he added, “Yes, he landed at Dover at 0200 hours today.” \n\nLuckily the slim woman was stronger than she looked. She caught Marilyn and helped her to a chair. \n\n*** \n\nHope that’s what you were looking for. Comments and criticism are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An Amazon of a woman is getting pissed that none of her boyfriends or one night stands can give her an orgasm no matter how long they go for. She's getting one tonight if it kills her.
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"content": "\"They say I have the tightest pussy in town,\" Brittany said as she finished tying her boyfriend Chad up.\n\nChad nodded enthusiastically, his arms over his head, legs spread wide, and 9 inch cock fully at attention. \"Yeah babe, I can totally attest to that.\" \n\nBrittany was a stunner. 6'1 with long black hair and eyes that were so deep blue they bordered on purple. \"Yeah, you've fucked around, huh?\" Brittany sneered wickedly as Chad got an almost panicked look on his face. \"That's right boy, I know that you've been sleeping on me. That's okay, I've been sleeping on you too. That's not what tonight is about.\"\n\nChad breathed a sigh of relief. They weren't exclusive, but for a moment he thought she was mad! But then Brittany grabbed \\*the cream\\* out of her bag. \"See this?\" she asked, holding it up, \"this is a new Viagra cream. It does just what you think it does--it's gonna make sure this nice, thick dick stays good and firm for me.\" She snickered as she flicked the top open.\n\n\"Uh, babe? You know I can't handle more than a few minutes of pounding. I'm...kind of a one-and-done gu-mmph!\" This last noise was the sound of Brittany shoving a ballgag in Chad's mouth out of nowhere!\n\nBrittany giggled as she ran her cream-covered hands up and down Chad's length. \"Yeah baby, I know. That's why the bondage! See, I haven't cum in the last \\*month\\*! And you cum every single night. So tonight, I'm going to punish this selfish cock for taking all the pleasure.\" Chad let out a long moan and shook his head desperately as Brittany expertly began stroking him off.\n\n\"First,\" she teased, \"I'm going to give you the best handjob you've ever had! I'm going to get your huge dick all nice and wet for me so my pussy will slip riiiiight over it,\" Chad's eyes got wide as she grinned at him wickedly. \n\nHe was fucked, in more ways than one. He could already feel his hard member throb at her touches, bucked his hips to try to get her off, to stop her wicked plan. But it was no use--he could neither squirm nor beg.\n\n\"Then,\" she kept teasing as her hand begin to tease and squeeze at his cock head, \"I'm going to slide down over your aching member and pump. And pump, and pump, and pump until I have the biggest orgasm of my life! I don't care if it takes you one orgasm or ten to get me there,\" Chad's blood ran cold when she said 'ten', but the terror on his face seemed only to amuse her further.\n\n\"When I've cum,\" Brittany continued, \"I'm going to punish your cock further by sucking you clean. And once you're clean, I'll give myself at least two or three more orgasms on it. And it aalll starts the moment you give me that first delicious load.\"\n\nChad shook his head desperately--but the truth was all the taunting, all the things she was threatening him with, was turning him on. Horribly. He wanted it--but he knew he wouldn't be able to take it!\n\n\"Give it up, baby...you know you can't resist me much longer...ooh yeah...ooh you're gonna cum your brains out...so hard for me...over and over...yes!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nChad let out a yell through his gag and arched his hips as he came, stars exploding in his eyes with the strongest orgasm he'd ever had.\n\nBut the joy was short-lived as, less than ten seconds after he came, he felt his girlfriend sliding herself onto his super-sensitive dick. He tried to scream, tried to plead desperately, tried to move himself out from between her pussy lips, but he was helpless.\n\n\"That's it...are you ready?\" Brittany teased before she began pumping."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’re pretty sure the gym showers aren’t supposed to be unisex, but you’re not going to complain when it's just the two of you and they're this attractive.
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"content": "Just a heads up I am new to writing so It might feel weird at times\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMy thoughts we interrupted, shattered by sound of a creak. I began to slowly turn around when a small 'click' filled my ears when I saw her standing before me. She was still wearing her navy black crop top which clung tightly to her chest whilst her short yoga pants left little to the imagination. Her petite yet broad figure stood tall and filled with a new passion and confidence I rarely saw within her. 'Uh, what are you doing?' I asked covering my manhood whilst reaching for a towel. Her eyes, once filled with confidence, had a flash of worry only for her to exclaim 'Uh, well... Ummmmmm, Yes! They recently changed the showers to be unisex tooooooo increase the bond between members! Yes, that's it' she said with a nervous grin of pride. I could tell she was lying, almost immediately it was obvious but I wasn't sure quite why. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe then slowly began to peel her sports bra off, slowly over her boobs as they were almost carried off with it until they suddenly dropped, lusciously bouncing as the lights made them glisten from the thin layer of sweat that ran all over her heaving chest. She then casually dropped the sports bra onto the shower room floor, only to start tracing her body with her with her sides as they slowly run down to her waistband. Her fingers webbed apart, pulling down her pants and all in one swift motion which revealed her tight muscular thighs her voluptuous perky butt. She then turned with an unsteady smile 'Well, aren't you going to share?' she exclaimed walking over to the shower head. As I stumbled out of the way, she plants herself right under the hot shower with herself facing towards me. Without looking down, she ran her soft yet firm hands long my collar bone slowly edging alongside it almost drawing it out. 'You know, you've always been so kind to me. Always giving me a hand' she tenderly whispered whilst slowly circling my lower ribs 'And i know you have been watching me, just my signals never got through to you' her hand was now gently intertwined with mine, now guiding it along her smooth hips. 'So, I'm going to make it clear to you. I don't want you to just use your eyes, I might enjoy it more if you used your hands' my hand had snaked its way up her soft stomach, eagerly climbing until they laid to rest between her firm standing breasts whilst her eyes hungrily invites me.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMy heart pounding, I tried to think of something to do. I knew what she wanted, she had made it clear after so long but I was blind to it thinking it was admiration, not affection. Nerves had gotten the better of me as this new realisation caused my brain to get flustered and shiver with glee and anticipation. 'Come on, it's not like I haven't seen you staring? I know you like what you see and what you want to, feel' she softly whispered as she pushed her heaving chest against mine, forming a rounded and smooth sensation to spread across my bare torso. Her eyes longingly pleading for my embrace, her lustful desire overflowing into my ambition, my mind had succumb to her sensual intent. My arms gave in before the rest of my body, wrapping around her while slithering down her back line as they traced each crease they met along the way as they massaged her tense behind. Although her breathing fastened her eyes remained locked within mine, entranced from one another wildly desires and bestial passions. As my broad hands began to knead into her soft yet firm behind, she tenderly bit her lip whilst a erotic moan escaped from her mouth.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJiggly yet firm, dense yet flexible. Massaging her butt was a euphoria of pleasure, her expressions and body reacted in a seductive tone that only heightened my arousal. I could feel her body shivering with glee as I used my hands to pull her toned body closer to mine, embedding her deeply into my vast chest as I could feel her delicate breasts press deeply into me. Perky, soft and bashful. I could feel her all along my body as she could feel mine, pulling each other closer and closer. Suddenly she lunged up, wrapping one of her delicate legs around me as her velvety lips locked deeply with mine. As our tongues snaked and danced lewdly in our mouths, her tightly arm had been flung behind my shoulders as they pulled her body up into mine whilst my burly arms held her up by her ass. Her sweet tongue wrestling with mine as soft loving sounds silently came forth, announcing her pleasure and lust. As the water run along our hot bodies, tensing with each movement the other takes, I could feel myself rise from below as my member began to stand up. Just as my tip began to rose, she could tell. She made it clear where she wanted it as her butt began to tense and slowly gyrate back and forth, grinding into my solid abs. This is when I knew I wanted to be in charge, I wanted to feel her in places no one else normally would and I knew her body wanted the same.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAs i felt her leg drop to the ground, her wet pussy edging along my cock as she dismounted, she took a step back allowing one another to admire the view. A short muscular woman stood before me, eyes now leering onto a new goal as my manhood stood tall. Her chest heaving, letting the water bound and cascade along her form whilst steam obscured our lustful views. Her hips whilst wide contorted perfectly to create a supple yet firm plum of her ass. Bending down, her tits shifting ever so slightly as her nipples poked out making her desires more evident. He knees elegantly perched themselves onto the shower floor as one of here hands stretched out to grab my cock, whilst her other playfully teased me as as they began to pinch and pull her erect nipple. Her grip was gentle yet skin was tough through vigorous exercises, twisting and turning as her hungry eyes laid fixed on my dick. She would slowly edge to the top, twisting ever so slightly then run her fingers down the shaft and admired the beast as grew taller and thicker. This was when she did her second attack, wrapping her hand behind my cock she stuck her hot lewd tongue out and began to travel from my shaft upwards whilst slithering along my veiny dick on the way to the tip. I let out a soft moan, an expression of pleasure, as her tongue circled the tip of my cock. Teasing me further, she let out her own soft howl as her eyes darted upward almost begging for permission to continue. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nWith a simple nod, she shoved the tip of my dick into her mouth consuming it slowly as her moist lips travelled down it deeper and deeper. Her tongue flickered and twisted around my shaft as she began to engulf more and more of my juicy thick cock. She began to slow down but kept going, almost a testament to her endurance, to feast on my entire manhood through pure resolve alone. Gagging as she made one last push, she completely consumed my entire dick as I felt my entire being engulfed I moaned once more in complete pleasure whilst leaning back. She sat there for a moment, tongue lapping at the base of my shaft as I could feel her muscles tense and relax with each time my cock twitched. As she reared her head back, making lustful sounds all the way up, gasping for air once her lips were removed from my dick she wriggled her naughty tongue around the tip and the shaft still engrossed by the treasure she found. As she slicked back her dripping hair, she went down again except only along the side but never looking up almost as if she knew i was watching. As i felt her feasting on my hard cock, here hands grasped my thighs as she began to pull herself upright. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nArching her back and sitting on her knees, i felt her soft tits drag all the way up along my legs as her nipples almost tenderly kissed them during their soft embrace entranced me. Whilst rimming my tip, she pulled her tits along side my balls raising my external pleasure. I watched as her eyes pierced mine, tongue lapping at the tip of my cock as she took her large tits and ran them along the side like two large cushions of erotic pleasure. Rubbing her perky tits along the sides of my shaft and feeling her subtle sweet lips rimming the edges of my cock, gently circling me as we gazed into one another's lustful eyes yearning for more. 'I've wanted this for so long you don't know how my mind wondered when I would spot you or how crazy I felt helping you stretch' she said panting with more pressure from her tits, pinning my to the side of the shower. She kept edging me and sometimes occasionally go down to deep throat my entire hard cock, gagging once she hit the base but never slowing down as her throat slowly adapted to the size.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n'I'm going t...' i groaned as everything up to this state was overwhelming, a burst of cum erupted forth from my dick. As one burst into her mouth her head tilted back as it filled her insides as the other two flowed onto her strong perky tits whilst she held them. As the hot water immediately washed away her chest semen, I could hear a faint gulp of glee as our eyes met yet again, hers now with satisfied pride. 'Well you're a bit eager' she whispered when finally rising to her feet and walking over to her clothes. As she bent over, making her fine as the very center of my attention attention she had one final thing to say in her usual soft, seductive voice. 'That was fun but we should stop for now, don't want to run out of things for next time now do we?'."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A young woman moves to a more diverse planet to learn about intergalactic culture first-hand, but just skimmed her interspecies relationships book. The pretty alien girl she's befriended is overjoyed to have finally found a compatible wife to lay her eggs inside of.
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"content": "Part 1/2\n\n”If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.” The old black and white movie played in all its remastered holographic glory as Xercia ran her fingers through Lara's hair. Lara let out a sigh of longing as she watched the doomed romance play out and just enjoyed Xercia's caresses. Xercia had been the most welcoming alien she had encountered on her little trip, welcoming her with open arms and a lot of affection. It was almost like having a sister, a best friend and a sworn confidant all rolled into one. Xercia was the only one Lara had stayed with longer than her usual 3 weeks, she just didn't feel like moving on, the Uhgryath's culture was so rich and welcoming and Xercia even showed interest in earth culture.\n\n“It's sad it has to end like that.” Xercia said in her usual raspy voice, she was speaking Terran standard, she had known a little Terran standard before Lara had arrived but had studied diligently since then and was pretty much fluid now. “I would never wish to give up someone that meant that much to me.”\n\n“That's what makes it a classic.” Lara smiled, she looked up at Xercia's dull grey face and noticed that her ears were hanging slightly. “Giving up what you want to make someone you care for truly happy, and finding what's best for yourself in the process.” Lara reached up and stroked Xercia's dry skin. “So cheer up okay?” Lara said softly. “I don't like seeing you sad.” She said with a small smile.\n\n“I'm sorry, didn't mean to ruin 'movie night'.” Xercia said and looked down at Lara. \n\n“You didn't.” Lara assured her. “Movie nights are all about experiencing feelings in a safe space with friends.”\n\n“I do feel safe with you.” Xercia agreed, her ears perking up a little. “You are very gentle.” She said and stroked Lara's hair again.\n\n“Thank you.” Lara blushed and just enjoyed the caresses and the view of Xercia's perking ears from Xercia's lap. Uhgryath's don't smile or cry, but their ears are very expressive and Xercia's had been on edge all day. “So...” Lara too Xercia's hand in her own. “Are you gonna tell me what's on your mind?”\n\n“You know?” Xercia's ears went out to either side in surprise.\n\n“I know its something.” Lara just said softly. “Its okay if you don't want to talk about it, but this is a safe space, remember?”\n\n“Safe space.” Xercia repeated quietly before falling silent, her hand just holding on to Lara's as Xercia's ears shrunk a little. “You are very dear to me.” She said, her shrunken ears shivering slightly even if her voice didn't.\n\n“You're dear to me as well.” Lara just said with a smile but instantly regretted it as Xercia's ears grew and fell back flat against her head.\n\n“No, you are dear to me.” She repeated seriously. “Like... like 'we will always have Paris' dear to me.”\n\n“You're... in love with me?” Lara said surprised. “But I thought Ughryath's didn't have love.”\n\n“No, I guess, not love like Terran love... but very dear to me.” Xercia said as her ears shrunk again. “I don't want you to put me on a plane.” She said in a low voice as Lara sat up.\n\n“I won't leave you.” Lara said softly and took Xercia's hand. “You really are dear to me as well. If you want we can go together, see more of the galaxy side by side.” Lara said softly but Xercia's ears shrank even more as she shook her head.\n\n“No I can't leave, my first eggs have grown.” She said not looking at Lara.\n\n“That's great! You've been so excited for this.” Lara beamed. “Why- why aren't you happy about it?”\n\n“The first eggs are special, delicate, they wouldn't survive travel.” Xercia explained. “I need to stay here to care for them.”\n\n“Well it's not like I'm leaving tomorrow, I'll be here a few weeks more probably, we'll have a lot of time together still.” Lara consoled. “I'll help you find a good mate.”\n\n“I don't want a few more weeks, I don't want a good mate, I want you to stay with me I want...” Xercia took a short sharp breath and her ears grew in size and confidence. “I want a safe space for my eggs.” She said with ears shivering with sincere nervousness.\n\n“You wan't me to... carry your first eggs?” Lara said as her face flushed in embarrassment.\n\n“No. I want you to carry all of our eggs.” Xercia said. “Not just the first, and not just mine, all and ours.”\n\n“I- that's- wow.” Lara stammered.\n\n“You are dear to me, you are my safe space. I want to be dear to you too, I want to be your safe space.” Xercia's ears folded back even as they shivered, she was serious, serious and nervous. \n\n“I've never been confessed to before.” Lara said with a small giggle as she reached out and stroked Xercia's ear, the shivering subsiding a little at her touch. Uhgryath's ears are previously personal, to invite another to touch them is to court them, to reach for them unprompted is a bold gesture that is said to result in as many fistfights as relationships. Lara stroked the ear gently as she looked into Xercia's eyes. “I've been thinking about us a lot.” Lara said quietly. “I never said anything because I knew I was going to move on one day but... I know you don't really get it. But I've loved you for a long time now.” Lara felt Xercia's ear grow warm. “And I would love to carry your eggs.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: - High School Senior got his Teachers (yes, plural) pregnant
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"content": "**Part 1/2**\n\n“Can I tell you a secret?” Helena looked around the teacher's lounge to make sure only her and Gina were there. \n\n“Sure, the others at the pregnancy group says keeping secrets is bad for the baby.” Gina said sagely rubbing her own growing belly. \n\n“Its... not my husbands.” Helena said with a blush as she touched her own swollen stomach. \n\n“No way!” Gina gasped. “Its not Michael's? But you've been trying for years!”\n\n“Yeah and nothing was working.” Helena said. “We have him tested and he can't have babies.” \n\n“Awww, I'm so sorry to hear that... so artificial? or... someone else?” Gina asked a bit of suspicion making its way into her voice.\n\n“Someone else.” Helena blushed. \n\n“Surely not a student?”\n\n“How- how did you know?” Helena gasped shocked.\n\n“It was Henry wasn't it?” Gina said and Helena went completely white. \n\n“Does- does everyone know?” Helena stammered horrified. \n\nGina just shook her head and took Helena's hand, placing it on Gina's stomach. “You're not the only one with a secret.”\n\n---\n\n“Are you sure?” Henry asked gently as he put the condom aside and put a hand on Helena's hip. “I don't want to get you into any trouble and your husband what would he think.” \n\nShe stroked his chin and looked into his concerned eyes. “I've already talked with my husband, he knows what we're doing, and he will be beyond happy if this works.” Helena assured him. It wasn't quite true, she hadn't told Henry whose child she was hoping to bear, or that she had been spreading for him for months. “We desperately want a child, and I can think of no one elses child I would rather carry than yours.” \n\n“I don't know if I'm as good as you think.” Henry blushed as his cock grew hard and poked against her thigh. “But if I can help you, I will.” He said earnestly and reached up to kiss her. Helena accepted his lips eagerly and reached down to stroke his cock. His hips already moved on their own as Helena sat down on the couch, he followed her down, unwilling to part his lips with hers. She spread her legs and invited him inside, it took him a few tries to find her entrance but eventually she felt the familiar feeling of his warm rod pushing inside of her. He wasn't as big as her husband, but his passion always made up for it. After two years of failed attempts at pregnancy her husband's sex had become a passionless chore, something that had to be done in the futile hope that this time would be different. In contrast every thrust Henry made had all of his lust behind it and as he began to thrust in today there was even more passion than usual.\n\nHe hammered in deep and hard, making her quiver against the kiss as he found her hands and guided them to his back. She scratched at it the way he liked it as he fucked her, his cock slamming into her slow but had, making each thrust count. Her nails dug into his back as he grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples hard, her husband had never been rough with her but Henry had brought the desire for it out of her. She tried to moan but his tongue shoved itself deep down her throat to quiet her, she was completely in his power, a B student at best showing her why his grades in physical fitness were always As. \n\nShe clung to him every time he thrust into her, her nails digging into his back, he had the stamina to go for a long time and he didn't seem to be in a hurry. She felt her eyes water as he kept fucking her, it wasn't just something to get over with for him, it wasn't a chore. She finally managed to push his tongue back with his own, he was so passionate, he deserved for her to respond in kind. She wrapped her legs around his back and held him close, helping in what little way she could whenever he thrust into her. Between their lips a battle was taking place, two tongues wrestling for supremacy in a dance of lust. \n\nHer nails dug in hard as his nails pinched her nipples hard enough that his lips had to muffle a scream, she could feel the effect between her legs though, she was so close. Suddenly his lips left her's and before she had time to question it his teeth bit into her breast and with a scream she felt herself pushed over the edge.\n\nHer legs spasmed and tried to force him deeper inside her as her pussy tightened around his cock, she so desperately needed him she couldn't even comprehend it. Henry kept thrusting, each thrust bringing her higher as her body stopped registering anything else, and just as she thought it could go on no longer he erupted inside of her. She felt his warm seed spilling out inside of her, flowing deeper inside her with every pulse of his cock. Her nails were buried deep in his back as she just held him there, desperate for every last drop. Eventually the tension in her body ebbed away, she felt the strength go out of her arms and legs and his cock slipped out of her. She sat in a daze, trying to feel the semen moving inside of her, trying to will it deeper.\n\nA hand found her breast, caressing it gently and inspecting the teeth marks. “I hope I wasn't too rough.” He said concerned as he looked for her eyes and she responded with a tired smile.\n\n“You were wonderful.” She assured him and moved his hand from her breast to her stomach. “This is going to be your child as well as mine.” She said surely. “I know you're passion will be rewarded.” She smiled as he leaned up and gave her a kiss.\n\n---"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She's suave and witty, but also a notorious drunk and a bit too heavy-handed for her line of work. Yet somehow, with a combination of gadgets and skills, she always gets her man. She's on his majesty's secret service. She's Bond. Jane Bond.
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"content": "Manny Penny was vexed. He double-checked, then triple-checked the numbers to be certain there were no errors, no accidental forgot-to-move-the-decimal miscalculations. The expenses for Double-D Seven's latest caper was so obscene, that if it were a movie, it would get an R18 rating. Twice. He was sure that Em would be fit to be tied once he handed this over to his boss. He heard a cough in the office and looked up from the inch-thick bound report.\n\nThe devil-woman herself stared at him with her arms crossed under her ample and exposed chest. She leaned over, giving Manny a view of the dark *crevasse* between her charcoal bespoke suit. \"Good morning, Manny Penny. See anything you like?\" She hooked her finger under the button of her blouse and pushed the nub of plastic to the breaking point, and Manny stared at the fabric as it popped open wider.\n\n\"Wha-\"\n\n\"The report, Manny. I see you have it there,\" she said, snatching from the desk. \"Let me go ahead and bring it in for you.\" Manny rose to protest but Jane put her hand on his shoulder in a way that made him melt. Jane tucked the papers under her arm and opened the doors to Em's office. \n\n\"Good morning, Bond,\" Em said from her large oak desk. \"I trust the trip back from Barcelona was pleasant.\"\n\nJane thought about the train conductor's thick cock and balls, slapping against her bare ass in the luggage compartment. She had just dispatched a pair of deadly assassins, and he was relieved to be alive. Then she relieved him in another way. \"Yes the rails were *very* accommodating, fitting in me at the last minute,\" she said slyly.\n\n\"Don't you mean *fit me in*?\" When Jane smirked, Em shook her head. \"Oh Jane, can you keep it in your pants for even one minute?\"\n\nManny stepped in holding a silver tray with a carafe and two teacups. Jane threw the report onto the desk and it landed like a ton of bricks. \"I'm afraid you'll want something *stiffer*, after you approve this expense report.\"\n\nEm's eyes widened as she thumbed through the report. \"Four million euro? How much *paella* did you eat?\"\n\n\"I didn't eat it, so much as contaminated a factory full of it. I'm sure it's still edible, once you pluck out the bits of charred steel and henchmen.\"\n\n\"Perhaps you're right. Manny, could you please get me a finger me a scotch.\"\n\n\"I've got a finger for you,\" Jane muttered under her breath.\n\n\"What was that, Double-D?\"\n\n\"Nothing, Ma'am,\" she said quickly. \"I'll have my usual, Manny.\"\n\n\"A Malibu and Sprite, shaken, not stirred?\"\n\nJane gave him a wink and a pat on the butt as he left the room. When he returned with their drinks, Jane folded a 100-pound banknote and slipped the oner into his pants saying, \"keep them coming.\" He left the room, hot and red-faced.\n\n\"Honestly Jane, can control your wanton desires?\"\n\n\"*My* desires? I seem to remember that it was not to long ago that *you* wanted a ton of my desires.\"\n\n\"*Ahem*, Mass-Nympho-rays notwithstanding, I still need you to have some decorum. Especially for your next mission.\" She slid a manila folder to Bond. \"Tell me Jane, what do you know about Dr. Nina Rumpleminze?\"\n\n\"Not much,\" Jane replied, thumbing through the dossier. \"Only that she was an orphan, raised by billionaires on an island not far from Sardinia. That her parents died mysteriously and that she disappeared for twenty years. After she re-surfaced as a world-class quantum geneticist, she won both the Nobel Prize and a James Beard award for solving child hunger. She's a certifiable genius.\"\n\n\"She's also been kidnapped. Ten hours ago, her colleagues at the Rumpleminze Institute in Prague received a ransom note. It's in the file there.\"\n\n\"Deliver three hundred million euro in coins to the Danube Arena in Budapest in twenty-four hours or Nina dies. Why isn't Interpol handling it?\"\n\n\"Look further.\"\n\n\"The drop must be done by Agent Jane Bond, *in person*.\" \n\n\"It would seem that someone has a score to settle with you, Bond.\"\n\nJane scoffed, then moved the tiny paper umbrella away from the rim of her cocktail. \"Take a number.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAn hour later, Jane stepped into a nondescript curry shop and sat at a single table against the wall. A woman in a sari handed her a menu and poured a glass of water. As she set the glass back on the table, Jane grabbed her wrist. \"I would prefer a touch of saffron, wouldn't you?\"\n\n\"I'm afraid the cost of saffron is high,\" the server replied. \"Wherever shall I get it?\"\n\nJane decoded the challenge phrase from memory and replied, \"At National Basketball Association legend, Karl \"The Mailman\" Malone's house.\"\n\nThe server dipped her finger in the onion chutney and painted the number two onto the table, then walked away. Jane waited until she left and wiped the table before heading to the bathroom. She entered the second stall and locked the door, pulled down her pants, and sat on the loo. She placed her hand inside the steel paper dispenser and a computerized voice chirped, \"DNA scanning.\"\n\nJane felt a rough probe slide over her genitals and the voice returned. \"Access granted. Welcome, Agent Bond.\" A loud clank echoed in the bathroom and the whole stall began to descend into the secret labs below. The labyrinthine rooms were a flurry of activity as men and women in lab coats churned out new and deadly tools for His Majesty's secret service. She found the Old Woman in the office. \n\n\"Greetings, Commander,\" Quen said as Jane opened her office door. She was five feet tall and barely seven stone, soaking wet, but Quen's lack of stature was offset by her amazing skills at spy craft. \"Em said you'd be coming. Tell me, how did the suction socks work?\"\n\nJane pulled out a large baggy containing a sock, marinating in a gallon of semen. \"It got me out of a tight spot, Q... it worked *swimmingly*. Speaking of which, I need to prepare for action at an Olympic pool. What do you have?\" \n\n\"Well Double-D, let's assume you'll be in the water for some part of your mission. You'll need a bathing suit.\" Quen pulled out a black one piece swimsuit.\n\n\"No bikini? How will I ever show off my tumtum?\" Jane asked, rubbing her belly.\n\n\"Somehow, I doubt that will be a problem for you. Now pay attention! This ultrathin suit is made of nano-carbon filament. It can absorb the impact from a .50 caliber bullet and you'd still be able to complete the breast stroke.\"\n\n\"My breasts will most definitely be stroked. To completion.\"\n\n\"Oh, grow up, Bond.\"\n\n\"Now these goggles have sat-enabled super computers with a facial recognition rate of over a thousand targets per second. You'll have access to Mi-6, CIA, and KGB databases as well as the big one.\"\n\n\"Facebook? iTunes? NeoPets?\"\n\nQuen shook her head. \"ATMs. Banks have been quietly storing faces for decades, and we've recently come to an agreement after their last debacle. Suffice it to say, if someone was alive in the past sixty years, you'll be able to ID them.\"\n\n\"What does this do?\" Jane asked, picking up a swim cap. She stretched the rubbery opening and flung it off her fingers like an elastic.\n\n\"Dear lord, get down!\" Quen shouted and raised a beach towel over their bodies. The cap settled against the back wall, which exploded into crumbling dust and drywall. Quen and Jane coughed from under the reinforced towel, which protected them from the shockwave and debris. \"Must you touch *everything*, Bond?\"\n\n\"I'll take the towel too.\" \n\n*** \nI should probably continue this, but comments and feedback would be welcomed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He takes a feminization pill in order to make himself 100% female. However, the pill's effects do not stop there and he keeps becoming more and more feminine, past the normal limits.
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"content": "Ron tried to curl his lip like Elvis as he read the dosage guidelines on the bottle, written as a catchy tune, but only managed to look like he smelled a fart. He rolled a pill into his palm. \n\n\"One for the money,\" he said, and threw it into the back of his mouth. He drank a slug of water and it was done. Now all he had to do was wait. Ron hurried into his bedroom and stripped out of his clothes, then laid down on the floor where he'd propped up a long mirror, sideways. \n\n\"So long, disgusting man boobs and belly,\" he said to his reflection. Ron meant it. For years, he was ashamed of his skin, feeling like someone wearing the same, ill-fitting dress for twenty years. With these pills, he thought he'd finally found a pathway out. He felt a cold sensation that chilled his bones, like his blood was replaced by Slushies. He gritted his teeth and pressed his palms into his temples as the brain freeze felt like someone boring a hole into his brain.\n\n\"Fuck! Argh!\" he grunted as the pain swelled and moved down his neck. He might have noticed the slighter higher register in his voice, if he weren't still focused on the pain in his face. \n\nHe opened his eyes a crack as he breathed harder and harder through the pain. As he watched his chest rise and fall, he could see his belly flattening a bit, the rolls of fat relocated on his body, moving higher. His saggy chest plumped and perked, until his skin was smooth and firm, and very very round. \n\nThe pain subsided and Ron looked into the mirror. He couldn't believe it. He stared at a more feminine version of himself: rounder face, no Adam's apple, and shoulders that were soft and sloped. The new pair of breasts were most impressive, and he began to play with them to test their sensitivity. He was disappointed to learn that his nipples were just as responsive as before, only slightly larger. At least they were sexually functional, he thought, as he felt his cock twitch while he teased his chest.\n\nRon grabbed the bottle and popped another pill. \"Two for the show,\" he said in a haughtier voice. A smile erupted on his plump lips as he waited for it to kick in. When the brain freeze struck again, he fell back down and gripped the floor as his hips and legs succumbed to the relentless cold. \n\nShe bucked and flailed on the ground, hoping it would help, perhaps warm her body, but it did nothing except give her a fleeting glimpse of her swelling hips and thighs. *It's working*, she thought as she grimaced through the pain. She began to notice that it was taking less time to hit the floor with each thrust of her hips. She looked in the mirror and saw her plump curvy ass, bouncing like gelatin. The pain subsided again and Ron knelt on the floor with her ass over her feet. She found that she could make each cheek twitch and shake just by thinking about it. \n\n\"Fuck, I can twerk,\" she said giddily. Ron bent over on all fours and shook her ass, watching her breasts sway with the rhythm in her mind. she caught a glimpse of something else swinging between her legs and and stopped. \n\n\"Three to get ready,\" she said as she took another pill. Ron jumped onto her bed and cupped her cock and balls in each hand, bracing for the cold. It felt like getting kicked in the crotch by a convention of football punters. Tears streamed from her eyes as she cried in agony, nearly passing out from the pain. For a moment, she thought she felt blood, a warm fluid on her fingertips as the pounding continued. There was no way to stop it, only to endure the transformation until the end. \n\nHer belly was in knots, tense and aching as she was rebuilt. Her manhood shrunk inside her and the slit elongated until it neared her asshole. Her bulbous head swelled her pubic mound until it looked like a proper red vulva. When her foreskin appeared as protective lips, she began to search for the nub, the birthright for all women. She clenched in pleasure when she found her clit.\n\nRon looked at her fingers. They weren't covered in blood, it was cream. *Her* cream. She licked her fingers and delighted at the taste. \"Fuck, Ron,\" she said to herself in the mirror, \"you are *all woman*.\" \n\nShe glanced at the bottle and wondered if there was anything else to change. Anything *more*. She swallowed the last pill. Ron felt hot and cold waves wash over her body. The cold pummeled her body like a hammer, while the heat felt like a thousand needles pricking her at once. Her pussy ached, no amount of massaging or caressing could touch the deep pain inside her now. \n\nShe began to have trouble breathing, like a weight was pressing on her lungs...or from under them. Her tried to look at her belly but her breasts also swelled to the size of basketballs and began to leak milk, mixing with her own sweat. Her belly was growing. Ron was in tears again, her belly skin stretching to its limits and her hips widened to accommodate a birth. \n\nHer ass was soaked as her water broke and her vagina dilated. Something was coming out. Ron screamed and grunted as she felt it moving inside her, twisting around her. She couldn't see over her belly, but felt everything and it horrified her. She nearly passed out when the tiny hand broke through and grabbed her pubic hair, pulling itself out. \n\nIt was red and slimy, a little boy with Ron's old facial features, covered in goo. It crawled over Ron's belly and latched onto her breast and began to feed. Ron could feel it drawing from her, how it was living off of her. It let her go and coughed, then let out a blood-curdling cry. \n\n\"Shh, don't cry, little one,\" Ron cooed. She took a blanket and cleaned him off, then wrapped swaddled him in a bath towel. When it open his eyes and looked at Ron, she knew she was staring at the last vestiges of her old self. \n\nShe didn't know what to do in the long run, but decided to be a mother, at least for one day.\n\n***\nI'm not sure this is the direction you were thinking, but comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You wake up in a parallel universe where water and semen have switched, but you still need water to live, you have been nicknamed "the succubus".
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"content": "It was shameful, what she had to do.\n\nHow she got here she had no idea, all she knew was she would die if she had to stop sucking cock. God no not that downright LIE people liked to tell to get attention, fuck them. No LITERALLY if she stopped she'd die of dehydration. She didn't know the details but one day she woke up and water was cum and vice versa, anyway it was fucking weird. So that's how she found herself bent over a desk, one cock in her mouth and one in her cunt, desperate for a drink before work and before you ask, you can absorb some water through your cunt....or at least that's what she told herself.\n\nTwo big ego motherfuckers from sales, that's how desperate she'd become, getting spit roasted by some frat boy motherfuckers or die, so fucked up. She couldn't lie though, it was kind of thrilling, so willing to fuck any man who asked, no questions asked. There were worst ways to get laid at least. \n\nAs her orgasm came both men shot fresh water over her trembling body, eager for her next drink."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Doctor help, i cant get it to go down." "Oh, a few hours in the milker will fix that right up"
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"content": "Tim sat on the edge of the exam table with a crimson face as his erection bulged beneath the medical gown.\n\n\"Doctor help, I cant get it to go down.\" His face felt so hot that he thought it might melt.\n\nDr. Amanda Smith sighed. \"Exactly how many of the pills did you take?\"\n\n\"Um... Well... You see. I had a date with a beautiful young woman, and I was afraid I would be unable to... You know... Um... Perform.\"\n\n\"You really don't have to explain. But I do need to know the dosage you took.\"\n\n\"Four.\"\n\nThe doctor gave a long sigh. \"Okay. Here are your choices. First, you can go home. With the dosage you took, I suspect it will take three or four days for the erection to subside. During that time you will need to masturbate four times each day to relieve the sperm build up.\"\n\nTim winced. \"Or...\"\n\n\"You can stay overnight in the clinic and receive treatment.\"\n\n\"What kind of treatment?\"\n\n\"We have a device for expediting the process. But it's not exactly a pleasant experience.\"\n\nHe weighed his options. In two days he was supposed to be on a plane to Hawaii for a family reunion. With this problem, he would be unable to wear shorts.\n\nSwallowing, he replied \"I'll stay.\"\n\nDr. Smith nodded, and opened the door just wide enough to summon a nurse. The nurse smiled at Tim and then his penis.\n\n\"Mr. Jones needs to be taken to a treatment room and prepped.\"\n\n\"Sure thing,\" the nurse answered. She disappeared for a moment before returning with a wheelchair and a blanket.\n\n\"Ready for a ride,\" she asked.\n\nTim settled in the wheelchair and strategically placed the blanket to conceal his problem. The new male erectile dysfunction medicine was a miracle. It allowed a man to sustain his arousal for an extended time regardless of the number of orgasms. It caused the body to generate a larger quantity of sperm as well. Best of all, the penis grew to larger size than normal stretching the skin and making it hypersensitive. The recommended dose was one or two tablets based on the length of time required.\n\nThe nurse took him to a room decorated much like any overnight hospital room. The bed was a standard hospital bed complete with television control.\n\n\"I need you to undress completely,\" the nurse said while lowering the bed.\n\nBlushing more, he did as instructed and stretched out atop the bed.\n\n\"This is going to take a while,\" the nurse explained. \"Toward the end it is uncomfortable.\"\n\n\"What do you mean? Like painful?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"No. It's hard to explain.\"\n\nHis eyes widened as she attached restraints to the sides of the bed and secured his wrists and ankles. A wide strap looped over his waist.\n\n\"What's this for?\" He barely suppressed the panic.\n\n\"Your safety.\"\n\nShe attached electrodes to his chest and scalp. Finally she placed a blood pressure cuff over his upper arm. \"These monitor your heart rate and brain activity. Nothing to worry about.\"\n\nDr. Smith arrived and examined his penis. \"Oh, a few hours in the milker will fix that right up.\"\n\nShe opened a closet door and removed a large device. At the center of it was a tall metallic cylinder. She and the nurse carefully lowered it so that his penis went inside, and then attached the device to the sides of the bed. \n\nThe inside felt very much like a woman's vagina - warm and moist.\n\nAfter a few adjustments, the doctor smiled. \"This machine is going to make you climax frequently. The sperm and any urine is collected inside the container. It is going to take about six to eight hours. My only advice is to try and relax.\"\n\n\"How will you know it is done?\"\n\n\"The computer monitors your erection and will signal the nurse once the swelling subsides.\"\n\nShe pressed a button, and slight hum filled the room.\n\nTim gasped. The inside of the cylinder contracted to squeeze his penis and slid up. Lubricant coated the surface. The sensation was incredible! He gave an involuntary moan.\n\n\"I'll check on you in an hour,\" the nurse said and followed Dr. Smith out.\n\nThe machine varied its rhythm and strokes based on his reaction. Soon he was straining against the restraint trying to lift his hips to thrust into the artificial vagina. Within minutes he groaned and felt himself cum.\n\nThe machine did not stop but continued. By the time the nurse returned, he had cum a second time. Tim lay there breathing hard as she checked the machine and his restraints.\n\n\"Everything looks good,\" she announced and left.\n\nTim lost track of time. Over and over he cum. Sometimes the orgasm was quick while others were long and left him lightheaded. He was only vaguely aware of the nurse when she checked on him. At some point his head began throbbing, and his body ached. The restraints kept him from moving too much and escaping the machine.\n\n\"I don't want to do this anymore,\" he cried to the nurse. \"I want to go.\"\n\nHe cried out as a particularly strong orgasm hit him, and he strained against the leather bonds.\n\nThe look on the nurse was sympathetic. \"You're doing great. Just hang in there a couple of more hours.\"\n\nHe sobbed as his penis was overstimulated to another climax and another. Several times he drifted off but would be jarred awake by pleasure.\n\nWhen Dr. Smith finally returned, she found him sobbing.\n\n\"You're all done.\" She turned off the machine and extracted two bottles of liquid. These were deposited into a biohazard container.\n\nWhen the machine was lifted off, Tim saw that his penis was a small, shriveled thing all red and angry. She and the nurse removed his restraints and helped him sit up.\n\n\"This salve needs to be gently applied to your penis for one week. You need to avoid sex and masturbation for at least two.\"\n\nAfter a few more instructions, he dressed and limped from the clinic with a grimace each time his penis shifted inside his jeans."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I want massive, sexually sensitive tits/cock" sounded like the ultimately incorruptible wish. The Djinn proved them wrong.
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"content": "\"Soooo, you got a massively sensitive cock now?\" I asked, my face still showing disbelief about the story of him finding a magical lamp with a Djinn in it that offered to grant him one wish.\n\nMy boyfriend grinned a winning smile. \"No, not at all. That's the first thing the Djinn said as well. That fucker wanted to misunderstand my wish on purpose. But I know my linguistics!\" \n\nI could see how proud he was. Positively gleaming. \n\n\"He even rolled his eyes at me when I explained the difference between an adverb like 'massively' and an adjective like 'massive'.\" He held his finger up in triumph.\n\n\"Yeah I can't imagine why he'd roll his eyes *at all* at that explanation,\" I snarked, but Jim did not even take notice. Instead he launched into the next explanation: \"I also made sure that my cock is only 'sexually sensitive'! Because I'm sure if I had not specified that, I probably would now be unable to wear underpants without creaming myself.\"\n\nI had to admit that was smart. \"So is it any bigger?\" I asked.\n\n\"Oh yeah, sure is!\" His hand shot to his zipper, and he had his dick flopping out in the living room before I could think of a nice enough way to stop him. I stared. He had not lied. 'Massive' was exactly the word I would have used. Same skin colour, same general shape as before, but easily the girth and length of my forearm. Jim had always been self-conscious about his below average dick, but I had never minded. It made it easy to suck him off, and take my time and tease and edge him while doing so.\n\n\"You want to test it out now, don't you,\" I said, knowing that look he gave me (mostly my cleavage) all too well.\n\n\"Thought you'd never ask!\" he replied, throwing himself onto the sofa, cock getting harder by the second. He lounged back, his body language screaming: 'Blowjob time!' and gave me a cocky grin.\n\nI raised an eyebrow. \"Yeah, alright,\" I held up a finger, \"but on my terms. Slave.\"\n\n\"Oooh, that's how you want to play it?\" he smirked. \"Alright then. Ahem. Yes Mistress.\"\n\n\"Good boy.\" I smirked back at him, then stalked to the bedroom, swinging my hips enticingly. I wasn't really dressed up right, but if he was this bloody horny I could have worn a potato sack and he would not have minded.\n\nIn the bedroom, I ordered him to undress completely, lie on his back, and strap his wrists into the manacles at the headrest. Some people have flowers in their bedrooms. We have pre-installed bondage gear. Double switch couple meant we'd only rarely have vanilla sex. Someone always ended up tied and gagged.\n\nHe was done before I had even pulled my jeans down, giving me a shit-eating grin that made me want to whinge about him being a shitty submissive. I ignored it, and put the ankle cuffs on him. He wiggled a bit, checking if everything was secure.\n\n\"Please Mistress? Suck my small tiny dick a little?\" The irony in his voice was palpable.\n\nI took a deep exasperated breath, and knelt between his spread legs. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and I could not touch my thumb with my finger tips. It was a frankly daunting sight. Could I even still fuck this monster? I rubbed it up and down just once, feeling the hot, rock-hard flesh under my fingers.\n\n\"Wow, that really is something,\" I murmured. I looked up and met his eyes. His mouth and eyes were wide open and he was barely breathing. \"Darling? You okay?\" I queried.\n\n\"Oh. My. Fucking. God. Fuck. Fucking Fuck.. Fuckfuck,\" he responded. I could feel his cock throb under my fingers. He blinked his eyes and shook his head. \"Holy shit. I cannot. I fucking. No. Fucking holy shit.\"\n\n\"Slave, stop cursing and explain yourself,\" I interrupted the string of his expletives.\n\nHe took a deep breath. \"Sorry Mistress. It's unbelievable. I can still tell where your fingers touched me. It feels so intense. Like a thousand hands and tongues at once,\" He seemed startled. And aroused. So unbelievably aroused. Not wanting to let a chance to tease him go by, I bent over, and gave the top a quick lick, pulling a drop of precum into my mouth.\n\n\"Aaaooorgghhhhaaaaa,\" he wailed. \"I'm going to cuuuum!!\" \n\n\"Already?!\" I replied, then waited, looking at his cock, seeing if it would start shooting cum. It was pulsing under my hand, true, but nothing else happened. Questioningly, I looked back at him. \"Are you going to cum or not, slave?\"\n\n\"Yes! ... Yes? ... No? ... No...\" he stammered, correcting himself. After a few deep breaths, he clarified: \"It felt like I was about to? But then... It also felt like just a single lick, nothing more...\" He was now visibly confused.\n\nI shrugged, put my mouth as far over his glans as I could (about half-way at most), and quickly moved my tongue over it a couple times, watching him. He immediately cried that he was about to cum, but again did not. After five licks, he interrupted me, \"Aaahh, Please stop! It's too much! Uuuh!!! Fuuuck!!\" ... \"Please?!\" ... \"STOP!!!\" ... \"PLEASE STOP?!!!\"\n\nNice domme that I am I of course stopped soon-ish after. Maybe not quite immediately. Well maybe it's possible I might have not heard him the first five times or so.\n\nI came up from his glistening cock, watching him. He was squirming.\n\n\"I thiiink....\" I opened, but he immediately completed my sentence. \"Yes! It's like post-orgasm torture! Way too intense!\"\n\n\"So... you want me to stop?\" I offered, not wanting to be completely evil.\n\nHe lay there, his cock still throbbing and pulsing, precum slowly leaking down the shaft. We were both watching it, him breathing heavily. After a minute he said, \"You know what's really weird? It still feels like your tongue is licking it. Faintly, but it's there.\" He swallowed, \"And it feels super intense, as if I was about to cum. But I can absolutely tell that I'm not close at all.\"\n\nI could not stifle a small chuckle.\n\n\"So you're saying your dick is so sensitive that any touch drives you wild,\" I said and slid a single finger around the tip, barely touching, and it made him flinch hard, \"but you still need a normal amount of stimulation to cum...\" I gripped his glans with my hand, and started pulling the foreskin down, making him groan in pleasure, then stroked him lightly a few times and let go again.\n\nIt took him a couple minutes stop squirming and writhing in the chains, and I finally completed my sentence: \"And when I stop it takes you absolutely forever to calm down.\"\n\n\"So... Do you want me to make you cum despite how much torture that will be, or do you want me to stop now and just stay denied?\" \n\nHe looked at me, his face being all cute and frustrated over the impossible dilemma, and for once it wasn't even my fault. \n\n\"I think we should gag you, and then I'll make you have a really nice orgasm, and I won't stop even if you cannot stand it any more,\" I offered, tone of voice clearly stating that this was not a suggestion, but rather an order.\n\n\"Yes Mistress. Whatever you wish, Mistress,\" he whispered, eyes fearful, yet full of eager anticipation.\n\nI went to work on that massive dick of his, taking my sweet time making him beg for more and cry for less all at once. As I looked at my cute little sub I wondered if I would ever tell him about what I'd done with the other two wishes before putting the lamp in the garage for him to find. The Djinn had not even asked for anything in return for corrupting the third one. What a nice fellow.\n\nI'd certainly lecture my dear sub on the word 'massive' also meaning 'ponderous', and why the rock-hard cock in front of me had such a difficult time getting to orgasm, or calming back down. Later. In an hour or so. After my poor sub had regained his senses."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She regretted not taking off her ridiculous shoes. Well, they weren’t ridiculous, just kinky and extreme. Her whole outfit was this way when she woke up. She didn’t know how it happened. She just knew she had to escape before her pussy took over and she was trapped in another hate fuck
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"content": "The color red does me no favors. Despite growing up out on the farm my skin had resented the sun's implication that it should tan, keeping me mostly fair and compromising with a few blushes of pink on occasion. The shoes I stared down at were ostentatiously scarlet, gleaming as if to smirk at me. These were rich bitch shoes if I've ever seen some. 'Yah slut. We're better than you and we know it. This is a temporary partnership.' The heel wasn't as challenging as it might have been, but more than I was used to. A tidy little bow accented the top with an anachronistic dash of elegance. Dirtied blue socks coiled loosely in defeat just above my ankles. I shuddered to imagine what they had been dirtied with. Not my style, at all.\n\nI eased myself to the edge of the bed and tested the wobble of my feet and the uneasy allies they were slipped into. Seemed like I could stand, at least, despite the soreness that wrecked through my body. The bedroom was the only part of the rubble still mostly standing that had once seemingly been part of a larger house. That must be why I sought shelter here. Small steps on the way over to the cracked mirror, getting used to the stride these shoes forced me to adhere to. How my calves were tensed from moment one of putting my weight on them, arching my back and thrusting my rear out. I ducked my head to check my visage in the largest un-cracked portion. \n\nMy hair was braided into pigtails, although the rough night had caused more than a few rebellious strands to escape and stick to my freckled cheeks. My usually bright-and-wide eyes seemed exhausted, the sharp liner smudged into a dull purple beneath my lids. My white blouse was completely sheer with sweat and who knows what else, but strategically covered up in with a bedraggled and torn pastel blue dress. Had a hemline that flirted with my mid thigh if I tugged it down enough. Any bra I had been wearing was missing in action and a quick check confirmed that at some point during the night I had no longer considered my underwear an essential component of my outfit and discarded them.\n\nLeaning my shoulder into it, I force open the door that I hoped lead outside. I blink a few times at the sudden brilliance of color that overwhelms me. My heels click out onto the tarnished golden brick walkway and flashes of last night begin to come back to me. I sat down and rubbed my temple as I pieced things together, trying to retrace my steps.\n\n---\n\nI first ran into some guy hanging out not far from here, a real dumbass, but he seemed to know this exclusive club he could get me into. Wiry build, a real yokel. Yanked me into a cornfield off the road to try and get me to suck him off. Skinniest dick I've ever seen, but *distressingly* long. \n\nI managed to lose the red-nosed idiot and got back on track. Not far down the road though I ran into another dude, outside an off-branded 'Iron's Gym'. Completely hard-bodied, could use his abs as a washboard. But dude was cold as ice. Was swigging this dark beer and drunkenly bugging me about 'giving his axe a swing' until I got the fuck out of there. \n\nIt was getting darker and I was starting to lose hope of finding this place when this big burly motherfucker ambushed me out of nowhere. Pawing at me ferociously. I think he wasn't wearing a shirt but his chest was so hairy it was like he carried a sweater around with him. Luckily my self-defense classes kicked in and I punched him in the nose and delivered a swift kick to the balls before running off. Last I heard of him that gutless coward was bawling his eyes out.\n\nAt last I could see the place that brainless ass had yammered on about. The lights were alluring and the music was thumping, clearly this was the place to be. I was practically sprinting to the door and had just gotten into a shouting match with the bouncer when *she* showed up.\n\n---\n\n\"Sup cunt. You ready to give back my shoes now?\" My face rebounded from where it was buried in my hands, my memories lagging a few steps behind as I glared up at the woman who had approached me, the very same that capped my evening last night. The reason I looked and felt like this, it was all coming back to me now. It made sense these damn shoes would belong to this witch.\n\nShe wore all black, of fucking *course* she did. Women like her always do. Elegantly proportioned in a way that would turn any other lady green with envy. Had a wicked grin in permanent residence on her lips, sharp eyes and a hawkish nose that she was always staring down at me from even if I were up at my full stature. She even managed to pull off this odd pointy hat. *Very* fashion-forward.\n\nLast night she told me the club was shit anyway, convinced me back to her place. We rode in a cab with a monkey of a driver that couldn't stop *ooking* at us making out in the back seat. She kissed like the devil and I knew I was a sinner. This bitch lived in a fucking castle. Clothes were deemed unnecessary as soon as we crossed the door and she swept me up in her arms and whisked me off to her bedroom.\n\nI had to imagine it was *ostensibly* a bedroom anyway, because there was a bed there. The bed just seemed to be in service of the sex toys and bondage equipment scattered about the room that would be more at place in a dungeon than a room of rest. The rest of our night was spent doing bad *bad* things.\n\nThere was this weird slender cross between a pole and a pommel-horse that we both got on to ride, butt to front, and it started vibrating. Made me feel like I was flying. I could hear her cackling behind me, that shrill voice pierced my ears and made me wetter than I've ever been. By the time she tossed me onto her bed I was mumbling incoherently something about going home. But she wasn't done with me yet. At some point I suggested a shower together to give me a chance to cool down, but she just shot me a dirty look.\n\nI was fortunate that she got a call from her sister and left me alone for a minute. In my delirious state I must have stolen her shoes instead of my own when making my sex-scape. Stumbling down the labyrinth of corridors while I heard \"My pretty!\" echoing behind me until I finally emerged into the brisk night. Somehow ended back up here, where I started.\n\nIn the fresh light of day I got back up to my feet and stared her down. Every bit of common sense and the good angel on my shoulder screamed at me to run, but my pussy interjected with 'hang on just a minute, let's just hear what she has to say'. A long slender finger ran from my collarbone up my neck to flick off my chin. Her lips were up against my ear and I was too terrified to speak. I closed my eyes and repeated her whispered mantra, rote.\n\n\"There's no sluts like hoes.\"\n\n---\n\nMy first response to a prompt here, hope I followed closely enough to the spirit of it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [QP] “How I fell in love with and lost my virginity to a house plant.”
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"content": "I liked that original story, and I don't think I could top that. So instead, here's a dub-con interpretation from the plant's POV.\n***\nI cultivated him. Groomed him at a tender age to be receptive to new ideas, eager to find bright spots in a world that grew darker as he grew older. His roots were so weak when I found him, walking aimlessly in the meadow. Mother had just pulled me into her bosom and said, \"This one, this is the one who will bring you to maturity, to make you bloom before the world and make us anew.\" \n\nShe whispered into the air and a light breeze carried her scent to him, pulling him closer. Mother spread her petals with a lurid grace earned from years of experience. He was helpless. \"Hide, now!\" she exclaimed.\n\n\"Remember your mothers and cherish your children, little one,\" she said softly, before the flick of his knife silenced her. He carried her stiff corpse with me inside and delivered us as an offering of peace; a morbid irony. I watched him and his ilk surround their dying goddess, her rotting body filling the air with death. *How can they stand it?* I thought. That night, the goddess passed into the next world, but the noxious fumes burned away the last of Mother's nectar and her beautiful petals fell and I dropped into a glass. In the dry darkness, I fell fast asleep.\n\nI awoke in darkness, but felt my power rising. I was warm, and wet. I had been returned to the earth. When I gained the strength to look, I saw that I was on his land, a rocky patch of dirt that could not sustain life for long. He didn't care. My young scent kept him coming back to feed me, to slake my thirst. Over the years, my roots grew stronger, and I saw his connection to his family winnow and thin. When they migrated, I only had to speak softly to corrupt his brother. A dutiful gardener must prune the weak ones, to keep them from strangling their betters. That one took care of himself. \n\nI could feel my leaves and buds grow larger and firmer, expanding my sphere of influence. Finally, my petals, once tightly bound and protected, unfurled and spread into the night air. It felt so good to stretch my delicate folds. I was so close to full bloom I could taste my own pollen. I could control the hearts and minds of Man once I am set free, like Mother. \n\nIt was time. My gentle encouragement and nurturing had finally made the boy into a man. I called out to him, beckoned him to let my sweet pollen infect him with absolute joy. I watched him shudder and harden under my influence. His stamen was full, and I readied myself to receive it. \n\n\"Put it in me,\" I commanded as I opened wider. When he pressed it into my petals, I felt the shock all the way to my roots. I held him, milked him until he groaned, rocking his body into mine. I felt his seed pour into me like a rain shower, I and I let none of it go to waste. He pulled his member out and collapsed nearby. He finally bore fruit, and it was all mine.\n\nI felt my insides begin to wrap around his seeds, like pearls in the cold sea. They churned in my womb, fighting to be the one. I re-absorbed the rest. With his seed, I was able to project deeper into his mind. I fed him dark thoughts, let him imagine the world was against us. It wasn't hard, but it taxed me to my limits. I watched him destroy Man's creations that I masked, filling his heart with ichor. \n\n*Mother, what are you doing?* my little one asked. She was a shiny pearl, crawling out from my stem and resting on my petals. \n\n\"My time is almost up, little one,\" I said, and coated her with the last of my pollen. I squeezed every last drop of energy and fed the black void in his eyes that used to be full of humanity. \"Look upon this man, he is your destiny, the one to usher you to full maturity.\"\n\n\"Remember your mothers and cherish your children, little one,\" I said softly. A gently breeze annihilated me and I joined my Mothers into the next world.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every time she cums, fireworks spontaneously explode: the more intense her orgasm, the bigger/louder the explosion. It's awkward and embarrassing, but she always looks forward to Independence Day, when she can REALLY cut loose.
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"content": "It was already one in the morning, and Celeste hadn't cum.\n\n\nHer muscles ached, and her bright blue hair was tangled and messy. Her bedsheets were soaked with sweat, dildo lying next to her thigh, slick with her juices. Her vibrator was no longer humming away, its battery used up long ago.\n\n\nShe pulled herself off the bed, opening up her drawers to find some relief. A single firework popped in the distance, set off by teenagers that discovered extra candles hidden under some seats. Tucked under a few cables was a pack of battery cells. For a moment Celeste considered retiring for the night, her roommate would be home any minute now... but by god she was horny, and wanted to explode. She popped a battery out of the pack, slotting it into her vibrator.\n\n\nHer mind to wandered to a beach party during the last fourth of July, as she pressed the buzzing egg against her clit, desperate for release. It had been her first year of college, and while Celeste was in no way modest, wearing the flag as a bikini had brought a blush to her cheek and a heat to her crotch.\n\n\nShe met a man there, Draco. His eyes were dark and his hair was black and slick. The man had abs to kill for, but was intelligent and witty, and before she knew it she was laughing her ass off. During the quiet moments as the two waited for the show to begin, their eyes met. She could barely stop herself from fucking him right in front of the campfire, and he knew it. \n\n\nThe man took her hand, and pulled her towards a hut. Celeste couldn't help but notice how large he was and how small she felt. He grabbed her wrists, pinning her to the wall of the hut as his lips sucked hard on her neck, his crotch pressing against hers.\n\n\nA roman candle went off outside Celeste's bedroom, snapping her out of the fantasy. The door to her house slammed shut, and footsteps began to walk their way up the stairs. Celeste swiftly put her dildo into a black opaque bag, stuffing it into a drawer as a knock on the door sent a surprised yelp out of her mouth. She sat on the vibe, covering her bare bottom with a blanket, as the door opened up.\n\n\nHer roommate Luna walked in, her white, dyed hair covered in red and blue glitter. Celeste took a glance at Luna's blue tube top and red miniskirt, before looking away.\n\n\n\"Hey girl...\" Luna said, her speech slow and smokey, her eyes looking Celeste up and down, \"...I'm surprised you're still awake.\"\n\n\nCeleste could only manage a nod and a few words- though Luna was always the chattier one among the duo. It was quite difficult for Celeste to follow Luna's conversation, especially while hiding a small buzzing egg under her ass. And though Luna was talkative at first, the signs of lust slowly revealed themselves. The bed-sheet of sweat, Celeste's tight grip on the blanket over her crotch, the scent of sex in the room, and that strange buzzing sound. A roman candle went off in a park nearby as Luna's eyes went wide.\n\n\n\"Oh... I interrupted something, didn't I?\" Luna's cheeks were red, and she stood, ready to leave the room.\n\n\n\"Wait!\" Celeste had cried out a bit too hard, and her next words were small and tiny to compensate. \"...Stay with me, will you? D-Do you want to enjoy some fireworks together?\"\n\n\nLuna shook her head, laughing. \"Hun, isn't it too late for fireworks now? Not many people will be lighting them.\" Celeste's eyes met Luna's, and suddenly Luna knew the blue-haired girl was talking about more than just sparks in the sky. \n\n\n\"I know of a few ways.\"\n\n\nSomehow, Luna believed her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: it's the first time she's gone to family dinner at her new boyfriend's house. She's doing everything she can to avoid eye contact with his (brother or father, your choice), who happens to already know just what she looks like naked.
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"content": "\"Nice to meet you, Mister Thomas.\" Chloe reached a shaky hand out to greet John. She prayed that Eric would assume her nervousness stemmed from meeting parents - it helped that she'd warned him beforehand, but she was not at all ready to see that face again. The angular jawline, light stubble, and piercing blue eyes matched his son's adding decades of experience and a knowing confidence the younger Thomas couldn't hope to match for years yet. She hurried over to Eric tearing herself away from the older man's alluring gaze. Embracing him in greeting, Chloe gasped out a \"Hey you\" half glaring in anger and half pleading for him to make the evening pass by faster.\n\nAwkward pleasantries complete, John invited them to a familiar dining room.\n\nShe hadn't seen John in years, but he looked every bit the man who flashed through her dreams as she woke to damp panties and a swelling between her legs. One of those post-divorce comeback stories, John was nearly in better shape than Eric. Last they met, he'd had the stamina to match Chloe's insatiable sex drive. It was hard not to compare the two lovers as they sat right in front of her. But she'd be mortified if Eric ever found out. How would she even tell her boyfriend that the trick with her tongue he loved so much came courtesy of lessons from his own father? Or that she'd been bent over the very table they were eating at, John pounding into her from behind, as she screamed begging for more? OR that seeing John's face buried between her legs, feeling his tongue teasing her lips, brought her shuddering orgasms she'd struggled to match with anyone since? She didn't. She couldn't do that to Eric. They were in love...they'd bought a puppy together. It was just a fling from her past after all. Right?\n\nDragging her mind back at the present dinner, Chloe tried desperately to rejoin the conversation. \"-y'know some kids still like how things used to be done.\" She offered.\n\nAn all-too-familiar smile warmed John's face, \"Ah maybe this one's not so bad.\"\n\n\"I told you you'd like her, dad. But don't go all hipster on me now Chloe - you don't even own a record player.\" Eric countered.\n\n\"No, but this is from the 1920s\" Chloe protested, lifting the pale blue jewel at the end of her slim necklace. \"I like that it has a story even if I'll never know what the last girl to wear it went through.\"\n\nThey continued back an forth over pasta and wine. Just a nice family dinner meeting the boyfriend's father who happened to be a past lover. \n\n\"So Chloe, Eric tells me you're a bit of an artist?\" John shifted the attention back to her.\n\nBut as she opened her mouth to answer, Chloe felt something - a foot? - press between her legs. A discreet toe rubbing up against her mound, a not unwelcome intrusion. \"uh...yea...aspiring anyway.\"\n\nShe knew Eric was every bit the adventurous partner she wanted, but they'd never done anything in public...and certainly not in front of his father! Chloe shot a glare across the table at her boyfriend who played innocent and clueless far too well.\n\n\"Ah where are my manners? Your glass is empty - care for a second?\" John asked offering the bottle of wine.\n\nEric rolled his eyes, \"Dad! Stop trying to get my girlfriend drunk so you can interroga-\"\n\n\"huuuushurethanks Mister Thomas.\" Chloe interrupted slurring her words as she suppressed a moan. She hoped the wine would dull her senses as it dawned on her that she didn't actually know who was playing between her legs. Both men seated across from her knew how to push her buttons after all."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where "In a world"-style prompts become reality when posted, redditors race to make their dream worlds real. Unfortunately, posts come in so fast that it is hard to stay in one reality for any real length of time.
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"content": "Min was sitting at his desk when he opened up Reddit for the umteenth time. Having browsed all of his “Home” posts, all “Popular” posts and 16 pages of /r/all, he didn’t know where to head now. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nHe hovered over “best”, “hot”, “new”, “rising” and “controversial”. He quickly zipped to “new” and clicked. \n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Meh. Techsupport, public_freakout… . I’ve seen all these….”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMin hit refresh. The top 3 new posts were all started their title with “In a world”.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Huh, weird.” A sudden unease befell Min as he felt a pull in his stomach. The wall behind his monitor flickered and he heard weird sounds from outside. He hit F5 as he got up to look out the window, thinking that maybe his PC was crashing or glitching. As he was looking out the window he was awestruck. He saw wyverns, succubi, big...alien tentacle monsters, women, men and too many things to recall all appear and vanish. The walls were also doing the flickering thing again, just like before.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“What the…”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHe felt the same tug in the pit of his stomach as before and let himself fall back into his chair. He swiveled to look at the screen and was greeted by 14 posts all beginning with “In a world”. The flickering colors, smells and sounds causing his sensory overload couldn’t all be processed, as Min slumped in his chair and blacked out.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs he awoke he could fuzzily see his screen in front of him. He didn’t know what happened to him or why he was experiencing this. He hesitantly sat up straight to read the text underneath the image of the crushed Snoo. “reddit is under heavy load right now”.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nA lazy “phew” was all he could muster as he shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. \n\n&nbsp;\n\n“What the fuck happened?”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHe opened up every social media site he could think of, but none of them were working. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nHe wanted to find out what had happened in the time he was blacked out, so he opened Shadowplay and checked. He scrolled through the instant replay recording to the timestamp where he had seen the three posts with the identical start of the title. He saw the page refresh and read through the list of the 14 posts. \n\n&nbsp;\n\n“In a world where wyverns roam freely, Axel Sonderborn is a majestic wyvern hunter”, Min read aloud.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe next post down was titled “In a world where succubi exist, they aim to please only one man. Henry Joseph.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMin kept reading and it slowly dawned on him what was happening. \n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Ha! No way!” he exclaimed loudly. “Wait...what if…” he trailed off and quickly pulled up his browser window.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHe hit refresh on the page with the crushed Snoo and got the same again. He hit refresh over and over for what must have been 3 minutes.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd so this went on for the next 6 weeks. Every single page that allowed comments of any kind was down. In an attempt to put forth their version of reality, people had flocked to the far reaches of the internet, some even setting up their own pages, to force their fantasies on the human race. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nMin was bored out of his mind. He was sure they were living in a reality where some guy was getting his dick sucked by his cat or something, because to him, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except that the news was full of reports about which reality they might be living in. “I’m here live with Bill Zackman who claims that we are living in his reality.” The reporter lady turned to a hillbilly looking 40 year old. “You’re saying that you posted a comment on YouTube before the social media blackout that stated that your pig could sing?”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBill’s response was somewhere between a grunt and a spit, but his body language signalled acknowledgement. He jerked his head in a get-a-load-of-this fashion to the pig standing next to him. When the reporter lady leaned over to hold the microphone up to the snout of the pig, nothing happened. “And that’s us live. Stay tuned to find out what reality we’re living in, next on RealityGate!”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMin could not stand it anymore and wanted everything to go back to normal. You don’t know what you got til it’s gone sort of thing. He wished that he could just be on Reddit scrolling through shitposts. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nHe clicked on his address bar and typed “ol” before tapping the right directional key and couldn’t believe his eyes for a second. Reddit popped up, but it looked so different. There was not a single post.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Woah, I’ve never seen this. It must be fresh up” Min thought to himself. “I wonder…”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHe quickly clicked to submit a post and carefully typed “In a world where anyone can choose their reality, Min Soon Yeong is appointed moderator of every request and has full control over which reality is currently active and which realities are allowed to overlap.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHe was about to hit enter when his spine tingled. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed loudly. He added his date of birth and his father's name to make the title “In a world where anyone can choose their reality, Min Soon Yeong, born on the 16th of June, son of Min Jaeng Po, is appointed moderator of every request and has full control over which reality is currently active and which realities are allowed to overlap.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHe hit enter.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe back of his neck burned red hot as he clapped his hand to it. Yelling “Aaaaargh!” and slipping out of his chair to drop to the floor was all he could do to ease the pain. He blacked out.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhen he opened his eyes the back of his neck still ached. He blinked a few times as he lay on the floor.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Hello.” said a foreign voice. Min’s eyes shot open as he scanned the room. He saw no one.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“I am Extasia, the operating system that deals with your newly acquired…”. The soft female voice paused. “...workload.” \n\n&nbsp;\n\n“You currently have 6512 unread requests. Would you like to start processing them immediately?”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“You mean...what I posted...earlier...worked?” Min stuttered.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Oh yes, Sir.” the female voice responded. “You are now the moderator of /realityrequests and as such have the power to approve realities. Would you like to go through the tutorial?”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Fuck yeah!” Min shouted. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nExtasia brought up the HUD and explained that only Min could see it. It was embedded inside him after he had hit enter on his post. He could sort, filter, approve, delete, edit any post as he saw fit. \n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Wait...you can’t just edit a post as a mod” Min pointed out.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“I am based on the reddit moderating system, but there are some differences”, Extasia explained. \n\n&nbsp;\n\n“It would be easier if I show you an example. Which post would you like to use as an example?”\n“How many are there?” Min asked.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Close to 17 million.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“WHAT?” Min said with his mouth agape. \n\n&nbsp;\n\n“People have been frantically trying to push their realities through on all platforms. They don’t know yet that it only works on Reddit. Would you like to filter posts?”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Uh, sure. What about all posts with…” Min rubbed his temples with his fingers. \n\n&nbsp;\n\n“I offer NSFW filters, filters by single words…”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Let’s go with the NSFW filter. How many posts are there after that?” Min asked curiously.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“14 million”, Extasia replied. \n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Jaysus fuck!”.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Would you like to narrow your search?”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Let’s go for NSFW, boobs, flashing, large, happy and...public. Yeah”, Min added. He got a warm feeling of excitement in his chest.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“There are now 64 posts left.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Wow, I really can’t win. Can you just pick a random one out of those 64?”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“The post is titled: In a world where anyone can ask anyone to flash their boobs, women are only too happy to show off their tits in public, no matter if they are flashing small, large, uneven, saggy etc. Would you like to approve this post?” Extasia inquired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Yeah. Sure.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Please press the middle finger of your right hand to the implant in your neck for verification.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Uhh, okay.” Min put his finger on the sore spot on his neck.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Post approved.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“So what does that mean? Anyone will just flash their tits?”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Yes, Sir.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Extasia, please stop calling me Sir.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Changes saved.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Dark] It's found that intense sexual pleasure is one of the best renewable sources of power. Since they can have multiple orgasms this job is assigned to women whether did they choose to take the position or not...
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"content": "Non-con and Capture plot. \n\nPerhaps not as dark as preferred but that's purely ode to my interpretation/application. Thanks to Kamking for the opportunity and to you for reading.\n\n***\n\nBoth of them stood suspended in a similar fashion. Legs apart, hands tied above their heads and the constant whirring that emanated from deep within. \n\n\"Wake up. Upsy daisy soldier.\" She grunted, spitting a mouthful of spit on the floor before realizing the girl next to her was passed out. They were most likely captured shortly after they began the patrol she thought. She tried to move her legs to stir the other woman awake but it was for naught. They were secured too tightly.\n\nThen the whirring grew louder and her eyes rolled back. It wasn't just closer, it was unapologetically intimate. Her throat gulped and the egg-shaped contraption slipped inside, gelatinous object curling as if adjusting into her her orifice below, before immediately emerging and thrusting into a different hole above, pushing against the cavity and making up for resistance with liquid its jelly secreted as it adopted a bouncing rhythm, slipping back and forth between each hole until it got what it wanted, her walls contracting and pushing the creature out moment her stars exploded. She remembered the whirring sensation becoming so vivid she was able to almost read it before passing out. \n\n*Nice? Lower. Above?* \n\nOnce again she felt something against her legs waking her up. She tried shifting but like before the sensation slid up her limb... until collapsing against her. This felt oddly human-shaped and it took a moment to realize this was not the object that had slid inside her earlier. When she heard it breathe against her leg she knew it was someone in similar straits in the dark. Quite possibly someone from her own unit. She shook her head, trying to jolt herself awake more so she could get the girl's attention. \n\n\"H-hey...\" She croaked. If they worked together they could just-\n\nA flash of lightning went off and she watched her companion jolt 10 feet off the ground. Her face scrunched at the brightness, squinting as she watched the tall, curvy figure used exactly how she was earlier. Large gelatinous object spilling in and out of her holes as it buzzed against a neat trim now soaked from the effluence. It looked like a crane-arm extended from the wall except she could barely catch where it extended from. \n\nAnd before she could determine the monstrosity, another flash went off. Scrunching her nose and almost blinding her sight, it flashed a familiar message behind closed eyes. \n\n*Nice? Above. Lower?*\n\nThe arm holding her felt more determined this time, it hoisted her with the same jelly it had used on her companion, both girls now held at equal height. \n\nNo, not held. Fucked... *worked*. The whirring was methodical that operated to maximize her whimpers and moans.\n\nShe barely felt the need to open her own eyes when the buzzing settled between her legs; soft, amber curls moist in contrast to her friend's. Each pair of lips puffy and spread. Dripping upon flesh and gel alike that soaked each drop to work their orgasms more efficiently. \n\nHer hands quivered, she felt her finger graze against the girl's before slipping once more as another orgasm wracks their bodies, followed by several more, never allowing their waves to settle. As the jelly pumped in and out of their two holes she makes more effort than she had throughout that ~~night, hour, week, month~~ moment. The unit belonged to her, NOT this creature. This was *her* companion.\n\nHer fingers fasten against her friend's finally. Just as she felt the darkness looming from exertion her friend's hand hold hers back, cupping tightly and almost in frenzy. Nothing fed hope stronger than reassurance, she thought, until the current passed between their fingers and a combined orgasm gripped them both, resulting in even more energy than either of them had released before. The sustain in their climax so forced the bodies were unable to continue pumping orgasmic energy past 23 minutes, a new record, losing consciousness in the process. The crane arms unfasten and allow them to dutifully plop on the matted floor, its calculations showing those drooling mouths would be the first to stir them awake when it was time.\n\n*Nice. Hello! Lower?* The words continued flashing behind lids deep in slumber, lulling each vessel to gentle rest and comfort.\n\nFor now."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Honey, I have a bit of a ghost fetish, and since you've been dead for a month, I figured..." she said to a seemingly empty room
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"content": "“Honey, I have a bit of a ghost fetish, and since you’ve been dead for a month, I figured…” Demi said to a seemingly empty room. She waited, silence echoing throughout their…her living room. Asking for what she wanted had never been her strong suit, but with Patrick it hadn’t mattered. Even though they were only together a few years before he passed, he understood her wants like they had spent lifetimes together. Regardless if it was choosing dinner, helping around the house or working her clit in just the right way, Patrick had always been in-tune with her unspoken needs. \n\nDemi waited another hopeful instance. The house was silent. Discouraged, she went back to reading her book. The heroine had just been rescued by the handsome well-endowed hero and she was rewarding him by taking long sucks on his cock. Demi felt her body heat and her sex become slick with arousal. She adjusted her position so that she could hold the book with one hand while sliding her free hand down into her pajama bottoms. She ran her finger across her opening, spreading her juices, before going up and teasing her clit. Rhythmically she rubbed her clit, arching her hips against her hand, bringing herself closer to release. Her breathing quickened, her heart-rate increased. She was at the edge. She was going to cum. \n\nHer hand stopped. “No!” she cried. Frustrated, Demi tried to roll her hips against the hand still pressed against her vulva but it was useless; her entire body was frozen, no longer under her control. A tickle on her earlobe slowed her breathing and she bit her lip. “Pleeease,” she urged. The tickle crept down her neck, over her collarbone and to her breasts. A sharp pinch on her nipples made her gasp then moan. The pressure held as her ass and legs lifted into the air. Her pajama bottoms flew off, landing in a corner of the living room. Her legs stretched out, exposing her sex to the vacant room. A familiar hum between her legs tickled her clit. Patrick had always loved eating her out, and he was so good at it she could rarely bring herself to say no when he wanted it. Her head fell back against the chair as the familiar rhythm brought her closer to release. “Yes Patrick,” she moaned. She was right there, so close. Demi panted, awaiting the oncoming release. Just a little more. A few more licks. It was coming. The rhythm stopped. Curses escaped Demi’s lips in-between heavy ragged breaths.\n\nSuddenly she felt a large weight press against her. Pressure pushed against her opening. Euphoria filled her abdomen as her pussy stretched to accept the invading cock. Slowly she was filled up, all the way to her cervix. It held there, letting her acclimate and relax, until the force hit her. Her body shook as it was pounded into the chair, sliding it across the floor with every impact. Her hips levitated up, lifted by the invisible spirit fucking her with the same ferocious need she had. Again, the pressure built inside her, each stroke brining her closer. So close. Just a few more. Her body tensed, bracing for the oncoming climax. Finally, release. Demi screamed as pleasure surged from her core down her legs into her toes. She squeezed her legs, trying to grip the nothingness racking her body to make sure it didn’t escape. Her hips bucked, riding the orgasm until the last tremors left her body.\n\nShe fell down into the chair, legs still open. Her pussy dripped and spasmed. The scent of her sex filled the room. Slowly, her breathing began to steady. The quick gasps were replaced with shallow, even breaths. Her eyes stayed closed as she hugged herself and curled her legs into her chest, snuggling the orgasmic feeling reverberating through her body.\nA kiss grazed her cheek and she smiled. “I love you,” she said to the room. “Thank you.” The wind whispered back, and Demi felt a reassurance that this wouldn’t be the last time. Her needs finally met, she burrowed herself down into the chair and drifted to sleep, blanketed with the sense of completeness she previously feared she had lost forever."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Our Protagonist accidentally establishes a pact with a down-on-her luck Succubus. The only way to break the pact is to fulfil the wish of the pact owner, in this case, helping Our Protagonist confess to a girl he/she likes. And get laid. The Succubus is... non too amused at her predicament.
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"content": "\"What?\" The demonic, dual-toned voice asked as the flames along her short, curved horns illuminated the otherwise dark room with an orange-red glow. \n\n\"I said,\" The girl replied, clearing her throat. \"I want your help... getting...\" She looked away, twisting a braided ponytail between her fingers as she tried not to seem as embarrassed as she was.\n\n\"Allow me to summarize,\" The naked, lavender skinned woman said, the flames on her horns stoking brighter. \"You managed to summon a succubus from the seventh circle and though you have bound me with words forbidden to mortal tongues for millenia, you now find it difficult to say the word, 'fuck?'\" \n\n\"It's not a nice word to say!\" The girl said, turning defiantly to stare down the woman in her ring of salt. Well, stare up was more like seeing as she had a full foot on her height. \n\n\"If you would like to be fucked,\" The succubus cooed, her voice still terrifying doubled and harmonized but gaining a rumbling quality like distant thunder. \"I can grant you that wish with a small swipe of your hand.\"\n\n\"No.\" Nina replied, shaking her head even as a blush warmed her cheeks. \n\n\"I can taste your desire on the air,\" The succubus said. \"I-\"\n\n\"No.\" Nina repeated, planting her feet solidly on the ground. \"Without a pact, I'll be killed. Even if I made a pact to do...that... safely, then you would still be the only creature I could do it with. I want to learn to do it for myself.\"\n\n\"Fine,\" The succubus said. \"What is your name?\" Nina paused, frowning as she twisted her braid harder. Names had power, but they also might be necessary for contracts. \n\n\"Nina,\" She said and the succubus nodded.\n\n\"I am Thracia. I pledge myself to your service and I shall do you no harm, working tirelessly until I have taught you successfully to get laid. Satisfied?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Nina said, swiping the ring of salt with her foot. At once the succubus was upon her, pushing her back onto the bed. \"Wha-what are you doing?\" Nina asked and she gasped as Thracia's fingers slipped into her pajama bottoms. \n\n\"Just a brief lesson,\" Thracia said, wetting her lips. \"I pledged myself to serve and do no harm... may I continue?\" \n\n\"Y-yes.\" Nina said, trying to sound confident. It didn't work and she made small, whimpering noises as the succubus rapidly undressed her and knelt between her thighs. \"H-how does this... teach me?\"\n\n\"Let's call it incentive to get through your lessons.\" The succubus said and Nina arched her back as she was impaled with the succubus's tongue and hoisted into the air. She wasn't sure how she was supported like this, all she knew was that her world was white hot pleasure as she filled the small apartment with wanton moans. The succubus was exploring every bit of her, drinking in her taste and making her nerves turn to fire. Someone banged on the wall and Nina wanted to apologize but she was cumming so hard already. She screamed and her body shuddered with powerful tremors as she came again and again. \n\nMaybe, she thought as she was lowered to the bed, it wouldn't be so bad if this was all she did."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's Halloween, you are the recluse in a shambled run down house and two woman walk up your driveway.
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"content": "I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling as per usual, drifting in and out of sleep. Is it time to eat yet? Nah, I won't starve for another few hours.\n\nSuddenly, there was a knock on the door. I sat up. Who the fuck could that be? Shit, it's Halloween, I realized. The devil's holiday. Better not be some damn kids wanting candy.\n\nI crept down the stairs, opened the blinds in the window, and peered through. Oh, hell no. Even worse than kids. Two adult trick-or-treaters. Female trick-or-treaters, no less. One dressed as some sort of ballerina cat lady, the other dressed like a brown monstrosity. Probably furries. I shuddered. Yeah, I'd heard about them. Doing nasty things in their animal costumes. No fucking way was I opening my door to those freaks.\n\nAnother knock. I tiptoed to the closet and grabbed my shotgun. Still loaded from the last time I had visitors. The cops never found the bodies, not to my knowledge. I went to my boarded-up front door and pointed the gun at it, ready just in case they decided to break in and have their way with me. I stood there, and for the first time in months, I smiled. Not on my watch, I thought.\n\nA third knock. Voices. Footsteps. I looked out the window and saw them walking away. Phew. I let out a sigh of relief. You broads don't know how close you were to getting your heads blown off. Oh well. I wonder if any more degenerates are coming here tonight.\n\nI walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of moonshine from the fridge. Had a feeling I'd be needing this, I muttered, and I took a long swig."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Visit the trendiest new restaurant in town. What's on the menu? Pussy juice, breast milk, semen and pee.
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"content": "\"Is it organic?\" he asked with a smirk. \n\n\"Don't be such an ass, Harold,\" said Diane. She looked up at the young bearded waiter and felt the urge to explain their whole life story in five seconds. \"It's our first time here.\"\n\n\"Ah, well I'd be more than happy to help you with some selections tonight, if you'd like,\" the waiter said. \"The menu here at Anatomy is always changing, depending on what's in season and uh, what's *freshest* for the day. Tonight we're featuring a bone-in pork chop that's been marinated in garlic, rosemary, and uric acid. It has a nice earthy taste throughout. We also have fresh, handmade pasta puttanesca, served with vegan Caesar salad.\"\n\n\"Pfft,\" Harold scoffed. \"It's supposed to have anchovies.\"\n\n\"Believe me, sir, the chef has found the perfect, voluntarily sourced aromatic that improves upon that classic ocean flavor.\"\n\n\"Fine, let's get one of each,\" he said, folding the menu. The waiter took their orders in no time, their entrées were set before the couple. Harold bit into his pork chop gingerly, but as the unctuous meat melted in his mouth, he cut a large slice. \"You *have* to try this, Diane.\"\n\nShe stabbed a leave of romaine lettuce that was lightly coated in a pale creamy sauce, then ate it. \"Mmm, it's really good!\"\n\nHarold stole a bite from her dish and concurred. \"It's just like how you make it back home, dear.\" The taste of a woman's cream on his tongue sent his mind to a dirtier place, and he wanted to finish his meal quickly so they could spend the night alone. They ate and laughed, not noticing that they were the last patrons in the restaurant. The waiter approached them with the bill.\n\nHarold read the paper and his jaw dropped. \"You can't be serious.\"\n\n\"The ingredients are *very* hard to come by sir,\" the waiter said. \"As you'll note at the bottom of the bill, we do have alternative payments available. If you would like to donate to our pantry, we have a fair exchange rate.\"\n\nThe couple followed him down a hallway and entered a brightly-lit kitchen. A woman was bound in stirrups, legs spread in a stainless steel chair, while her pussy was simultaneously dilated and vibrated. A man wearing a chef's toque was nearby to ensure every drop of cream, cum, and piss was collected. \n\n\"She's almost done,\" the waiter said cheerfully. \"We'll have you back out in an hour.\"\n\n\"Looks like our night is starting early,\" said Diane."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When your lover is a half-dragon, playing "Dungeons and Dragons" means something else entirely.
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"content": "Cinder carefully closed the door behind her as she entered her house. She could hear the sounds of Riley making dinner in the kitchen, and she didn't want to interrupt her. She hung her bag on the coat rack and walked to the mini bar in the living room, hoping there was some Fireball left. \n\n\"What's wrong,\" she heard Riley say behind her. \"I know it's bad when you head for the bar before you see me.\" Cinder let out a sigh and turned around. Her yellow slit eyes were puffy from crying in her car. Riley ran over and hugged her. \"Oh baby, oh no, what happened?\"\n\n\"Stupid Happy Hour,\" Cinder replied. She dropped her head on Riley's shoulder, inhaled deeply and instantly felt better. She wrapped her arms around her and melted in her embrace. \"It's always the same, no matter where I go.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, sweetie,\" Riley said, stroking her long black hair. She knew that her girlfriend had to put up with a lot of leers and well-meaning questions because of her *look.* Sometimes the questions were not well-meaning at all. \"Do you want to talk about it?\"\n\nCinder shook her head. \"Not now. Maybe later.\"\n\n\"Okay, but don't go to bed mad, right? That's our rule.\" Riley's massaging hand found Cinder's tiny folded wings and was careful not to pull them. \"I'm going to finish making dinner.\"\n\nCinder didn't know what she did to deserve Riley. Of all the humans she encountered, no one was as nice, as beautiful, as empathic as her girlfriend. When they first started dating, she worried that Riley was only into it because she was *exotic*. Over the years, Riley proved her wrong. Cinder let her long forked tongue drop into the shot glass and lap at the booze, and she relaxed on the couch. *Their couch*, she thought. ***Our** home*.\n\nRiley came back with a dinner plate in each hand. \"Don't get up,\" she said, placing them on the coffee table. \"Let's just relax and eat like we used to in the old place.\"\n\n\"On the floor?\" Cinder said, chuckling. She slid down and crossed her long, dark legs on the carpet. Leaning over to kiss her, she said, \"Thank you for being so wonderful.\"\n\nRiley kissed her back more firmly and squeeze her thigh. Cinder let out a small gasp and let her baby fang droop over her lower lip. Riley handed her a fork and knife. \"Dig in before it gets cold,\" she said. \n\nCinder looked at the roasted half chicken and vegetables. Riley was a master in the kitchen. Cinder tried to make chicken once and nearly burned down the house. They sat quietly and ate until Riley summoned the courage to ask.\n\n\"So, what happened at Happy Hour?\"\n\n\"The new director was visiting and because I stick out like a sour thumb, he wouldn't let me just hang out. He was like, 'Where are you from?' and I said, 'Cleveland,' but he wasn't having it. He does the 'Where are you *really* from,' and because he's new boss-boss, I can't just incinerate him like I wanted to.\n\n\"The team tried to help and it just made it worse. Once he found out that I come from the Red Dragons, it's all he could fucking talk about... his last cycle tour of the Hinterland Valley, how everyone was so nice. I mean, what else do you do with tourists? Fucking douchebag.\" Cinder stabbed a carrot and chewed it scornfully.\n\n\"People suck, Cinder. I'm sorry you have to go through that, even these days,\" said Riley. \"I know, what will cheer you up.\" She stood up and disappeared down the hall. Cinder wiped her mouth then followed her but saw the bedroom door, closed. \n\n\"What are you doing in there?\" she asked. She could hear something jangling in the room but it was unfamiliar. \n\n\"Okay, you can come in now,\" Riley said. Cinder opened the door and her jaw dropped. The bed was covered in gold coins and Riley knelt on it. She was wearing a chain-mail chemise that practically shimmered in the light. The hem of it just barely covered her generous ass.\n\n\"What...where did this come from?\" Cinder rubbed two coins together as she approached, her eyes never leaving Riley's curvy body.\n\n\"Remember when you said you wanted to play D&D? Well, I splurged on the deluxe kit.\" Riley shook her shoulders and her breasts swayed under the chain-mail. \"What do you think?\"\n\nSmoke began to emanate from the edges of Cinder's nostrils. Her eyes turned from bright yellow to rolling waves of amber and gold. \"I'm...I'm speechless,\" she said, licking her lips. \"You look... vulnerable.\"\n\nRiley grabbed the silver helmet behind her and put it on, the visor sliding down with a *clank*. \"I think you'll find me a worthy opponent.\"\n\nCinder jumped on the bed with inhuman speed and pinned Riley down. She let her forked tongue savor every square inch of her exposed chest, sliding under the chain-mail to find each hardened nipple. Riley moaned and squirmed lightly as Cinder teased her, played with her tender flesh. She bent down and pried open the visor to see Riley's eyes and gaping mouth. \"I love when you roleplay,\" she said before pressing in for a kiss. The helmet was remarkably good at keeping her at bay.\n\n\"You'll have to try harder than that,\" Riley replied. She hooked a leg around Cinder's belly and sent her flying backwards onto the bed, coins bouncing to the floor. \"Now I know you have your dragon pride,\" she said, crawling between Cinder's legs, removing her pants, \"but I know your weak spot.\"\n\n\"It's your weak spot too.\" Cinder arched her back as Riley licked her dark pussy. It was already wet, and Riley wrapped her arms around Cinder's thighs to hold her down as she lapped up her sweet nectar. Cinder lifted her legs in the air and curled her toes as Riley found her weak spot, just under her swollen hood. \"Ff-fuck!\" she groaned as she came hard and fast. Riley held on for dear life as Cinder rocked high off the bed. \n\nShe let her go and Cinder rolled onto her belly, a coin still stuck on her ass. Riley peeled it off and gave her a spank. She kept her hands moving upward until she reached Cinder's tiny wings, and she began to massage the base. \n\n\"Oh, baby,\" Cinder cooed, \"that feels even better.\" She felt all her anxiety melt away under Riley's capable hands. \n\n\"So, do you want to play some more, or have some dessert?\" Riley asked. \"I should mention that the baker only had one chocolate mousse slice left.\"\n\nCinder moved quickly behind her, clutching her breast with one hand, the other moving down towards her sex. \"I'll roll you for it,\" she whispered.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Would you like to pay with cash or cum?"
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: \"Would you like to pay with cash or cum?\""
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"content": "I bit my lower lip behind the counter of the small roadside general store, pleased to see a small blush rise forth onto the cheeks of the man, who even though he must be in his mid twenties - at least - still maintained it seemed a boyish quality to the ever so slightly rounded face. But there was little boy in the rest of him. I gazed at him unashamed and noticeably appreciative; from the well traveled brown boots covered in road dust, to fading blue jeans tight against what i would find to be well trained legs, to a worn light grey t-shirt exposing a working mans arms visibly muscled.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"so\" I said, my face down cast. I looked up with my large hazel eyes to see the man - a head taller then myself now pink in the face and visibly flustered.\n\nThe small, outdated store that was lucky more often then not to see maybe two patrons a day, who more often then not kept far away from stifling heat of the midday sun of about 1pm on a Tuesday, preferring the diner, advertised ever so conveniently on the roadside, as being just another mile further up the lonely back country road. The small, barely profitable store was one of many of a large chain kept open for the small use of the occasional traveler passing through, and seeing as such little money changed hands there on any given day, the owner was not inclined bare the expense of installing any cameras, Anywhere.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMy small yellow day dress, made a uniform by nothing but my name tag, clung a little to close - though not for long - in the height of the midday heat; as i, still looking at the man, trailing my hand now upright from the base of my neck down to the upper mounds of my encased breasts to undo a small yellow button, revealing the dark green lace of my bra underneath, and to give the man, just one more ounce of encouragement, i undid the second button, moistening my now dark pink lips and asked again,\n\n\"Cash or cum?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\nEh. I tried for shits and giggles and am not using an alt so i'll probably delete this later. You probably wanted it more erotic but eh, lead up is just as good and i don't want to write a novel."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A succubus tries to have a day off and go to the library. Tries.
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"content": "“I know what you're thinking, but I swear I'm off the clock\" Lilith was in an uncomfortable situation. She was meant to be enjoying her first day off that she had gotten this millennium. She decided to relax by reading some fine literature, but unfortunately for her, since she couldn't use her demonic magic to make some books appear in her hands, she was forced to visit her local library. Where one of her recurring ‘customers’ worked. And he was an asshole.\n\n\n\"Yeah right, and then you're gonna tell me that you have feelings for me.\" Bray responded with a tone that was in all ways the opposite of pleasant. \"You're not allowed here, get lost.\"\n\n\n\"What do you mean ‘I'm not allowed here'? I'm here every other week! This is the place where you've invoked me the most!\" She protested.\n\n\n\"Yeah, and that's because you fuck me during that time, so I make an exception. Otherwise, no succubus allowed in my library. You're all too much of a headache.\" He attempted to finish the conversation by turning back to his computer screen.\n\n\n\"What is THAT supposed to mean?\"\n\n\n\"It means that I don't want people that aren't me to bang in my library, plain and simple.\"\n\n\n\"What kind of backwards bigot are you? Do you really think succubus have zero self-control over our sexual urges?\" Lilith was quickly going from indignant to angry and possibly furious if things kept going this way.\n\n\n\"Then why are you naked?\" Bray asked, irritated that this was still going.\n\n\n\"Because we don't wear clothes! No demons wear clothes! You should already fucking know this\" Lilith was considering beating Bray up at this point.\n\n\n\"Yeah, sure, I'll believe you. You know what you have to do if you want to get in.\" He sighed as he undid his belt, lowered his pants to his knees, and he smiled with smug satisfaction as he crossed his arms.\n\n\nLilith held back on cussing him out and reluctantly, after making sure the place was as empty as ever, got on her knees. She was weirded out by Bray changing expressions quickly: from smug to worried to even more smug than before.\n\n\n\"I need to piss. I'm not sure if I can make the toilets in time. If only there was something I could use to pee in, like, perhaps a mouth. Of course, I wouldn't ask that off you after we made clear it was off limits. But, hey, that was a work agreement, right?\"\n\n\nLilith hated Bray.\n\n\n\n*****\n\n\n\"Hey babe, did you read anything good?\"\n\n\n\"Tell the boss he can just pay me the hours instead. I need something to rinse my taste buds.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "You know those monsters that come into your dreams and murder you, and when you die in the dream you die for real? I'm like that, but instead of killing you we have sex."
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"content": "Contains some trippy shit\n***\n\"You know those monsters that come into your dreams and murder you, and when you die in the dream you die for real? I'm like that, but instead of killing you we have sex.\"\n\nDean looked perplexed. \"I have questions. Can we start by addressing the fact that your pussy is coming out of your neck and you'r face is in your crotch? Which one do I talk to?\"\n\n\"Fuck if I know, Dean, it's your dream. You might as well ask yourself why you selected the inside of a 7-11.\" She pulled the handle on the Slurpee machine and it began to moan in ecstacy. \"Like, what is wrong with you?\"\n\n\"I...I sort of remember this. Maybe not this vividly, but I remember dreaming about sixty-nines before I even knew it was a thing. I used to come to this store after delivering newspapers to play video games,\" he said, pointing to a dark corner. \"The dirty magazine rack was right there too. Everything was blackened out in plastic, but if you looked *just right*.\"\n\n\"You were a child prodigy,\" she said sarcastically. \"So, 'Pussy-face' came out of your hormone-driven wet dreams. Why do you think you're seeing me again now?\"\n\nDean sighed. After his wife, Carol, had twins, what little sex they had during her pregnancy dwindled down to nothing. \"I guess I have a lot of pent up energy.\"\n\n\"Well baby,\" she said, holding the cup of red slush, \"let me help you with that.\" \n\nShe scooped a dollop of slush with her fingers and rubbed it into her pussy. She trembled as the cold treat ran over her lips and down her neck, plunging down her shirt. \"What are you waiting for?\"\n\nHe held her hips and looked at her wet folds. Her sex seemed to be pulsing with energy, and he licked his lips as the smell of her arousal and cheap cherry flavoring hit his nose. \"Fuck, I need this,\" he groaned. Dean dove in. \n\n\"Ah, yes. Eat me. Eat it all,\" she commanded. She unzipped his pants and worked his hard cock out of his fly until it rested on her nose. \"Can you, just dip for a moment?\"\n\nDean looked down with a clownish red smile and complied. She grabbed his ass and pulled him into her eager mouth and he leaned back with pleasure. He grabbed her sides more firmly and began to lick and suck every inch of skin, flicking her shiny clit until it swelled past her hood. \n\nShe reciprocated by sucking his cock, letting her drool coat his shaft as his hips rocked into her. She gave his balls an encouraging squeeze and Dean's knees almost buckled. They began to tighten and lift, and she knew he was at the edge. It only took her finger, brushing along his taint, to send him over.\n\n\"Ff-fuck!\" he gurgled, holding onto her shoulders as he came into her mouth. His seed ran down the corners of her mouth as more and more of his load erupted. She sucked him even harder to get every last drop.\n\nDean awoke the next morning to the sounds of his children crying. He looked at the empty space where Carol had been, and it was still warm. As he moved his hand back, he felt something cold and wet and all over his pajamas. He looked down at the mess on the bed sheet when Carol came back.\n\n\"Jesus, Dean, what a mess,\" she said. \"I need to get the formula ready. Do you think you could clean this up?\" As she walked back to the door she paused and turned around. \"And what the hell did you eat last night? Your mouth is all red!\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Adventuring always let you encounter some unique individuals, but the parties apothecary definitely takes the cake: In an effort to create the worlds first aphrodisiac, she tested it on herself. I worked but never wore off, so now she has to regularly make and drinks a potion to stay in control.
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"content": "\"Where is it, where is it?\" Eing muttered as she rifled through her bag. She upended it onto to the table, spilling tiny, colorful bottles that rolled onto the floor. When the barmaid approached them with a tray full of ales, Hagwise slid out and stopped her.\n\n\"Careful miss,\" she said, holding the barmaid's arms. \"Eing is uh, having a moment.\" She helped the barmaid unload the mugs, avoiding the rolling potions while quietly lifting a little coin from the maid's apron.\n\nGreem watched it all with bemusement from the center of the round booth. \"Here, miss,\" he said, throwing a bag of money to her. \n\nThe maid's eyes widened as she opened the pouch. \"Good sir, thank you! This is most generous.\"\n\n\"You're welcome. If you happen to notice your tip count a little lighter this evening, I hope this would offset it.\" He stared at Hagwise as the maid retreated back to the noisy crowd. \"You know, she probably would have been flogged if her coin was off. We're not here to make trouble.\"\n\nHagwise placed the other bottles on the table and began to play with them. Her sleight of hand was unmatched, replacing and removing bottles like a master thief.\n\n\"Gods, it's empty!\" gasped Eing. She held a clear bottle up and shook it into her mouth, licking the tiny hole for any of remnant of the potion. \"No, no no!\"\n\n\"Come on, Eing,\" Hagwise said, \"so you miss a weekly dose of your vitamins, what's the worse that could happen?\"\n\nEing opened her mouth to reply but was cut short when someone in tavern screamed \"FUCK!\" The room became quiet as the patrons began to sniff the air. Low, hungry grunts began to echo off the walls as people began to paw at each other, looking for the source. Greem and Hagwise smelled around too, caught by an irresistable scent that came from Eing. \"Oh no,\" she whispered, \"it's too late.\" \n\nHagwise's eyes widened and she bit her lip as she climbed onto the table. She tore her leather vest off and ripped open her shirt, exposing herself to Eing. \"I... I must have you Eing. You have to let me taste you, now.\" As she grabbed Eing's shoulder, Greem pulled her off the table with one hand. \n\n\"I'm the leader, I get to go first.\" Greem sported a full erection under his leggings, which he tried to adjust while holding back the bar patrons. The room became a lustful horde and Eing screamed. The bar door slammed open and someone cast *Minor Curtains*, plunging the tavern into darkness. Eing used the confusion to sneak under the table and run for the exit. \n\nOutside, she found Pran, the palladin, waving to her from a dark alley. \"You have to get out of here,\" she said to him. \"You're not safe around me.\"\n\n\"Sasthe protects me, sorceress,\" he replied. \"My faith is my shield. Now let's make for the camp in the hills.\" He was quick and quiet, despite wearing heavy armor. Eing followed in behind until they reached a moonlit pond and stream above the village. Below them, they could see more torches being lit as her cursed scent spread.\n\n\"Wait,\" she said, \"I can buy us some time. They won't be able to track us if we walk upstream. But first I have to submerge myself.\" She dove into the cold water, surfacing after a few moments. The droplets caught the moonlight as they fell from her hair and soaked clothes, clinging to her body. \"Let's go.\"\n\nThey waded in the stream until they spotted a cave, just above the banks. Pran noticed that Eing was shivering and pulled a small blanket from his sack. She sat on the cave floor and cast a glamor over the entrance. \"This-s-s-s sh-sh-should b-b-buy us some t-t-t-t-ime,\" she stammered. \n\nPran cast a spell and the stone floor began to warm under them. He sat down, facing the entrance. Eign regained her composure and twisted her hair to wrench out the remaining water. If Pran was affected by the aphrodisiac curse, he wasn't showing it. \n\n\"How long have you been cursed?\" Pran asked.\n\n\"Since our fight with the Orchidia.\"\n\n\"Ah, yes. The lust fairy. She was most troublesome. It would seem that she troubles you still.\"\n\n\"I figured it out when I left the party to get more ingredients. A group of dwarves were field mining to the South and when I passed them, they dropped their pickaxes and the pants.\" Eing looked up wistfully as she remembered that day. \"Not everything is small on dwarves. They ravaged my body, filling every hole, over and over for a full day. By the morning, they peeled off of me and came to their senses. Since then, the curse has only gotten stronger, corrupting more people each time.\"\n\n\"How have you been controlling it?\" he asked. \n\n\"A make a potion of Willowood and red fern ash mostly, with a tincture of goblin oil. I thought I had enough to get me to the next glen, but my bottle was empty.\"\n\nPran lifted his hand and showed her a bottle of red liquid. Eing recognized the potion immediately. She dove for it but Pran moved his hand out of the way and she fell into his lap. The heat between his legs felt like fire.\n\n\"You... why?\" she whimpered. \n\n\"Sasthe knows of this curse,\" he said, drinking the potion, \" and I am His vassal. If you drink from me, His grace will be bestowed upon you, lifting the curse for good.\" He unbuckled his pants and unsheathed his massive cock. \"Now then, we don't have much time.\"\n\nEing held his shaft and began to lick his head. His cock hardened even more, until she could feel it throbbing under her fingers. She closed her eyes and wrapped his head with her lips. \n\n\"Sasthe have mercy!\" he groaned, leaning backwards. Eign didn't stop, stroking his cock with slow intent, licking his slit, already oozing. She let some of it dribble out and she used it to lubricate his cock, making it easier to slide up and down. He began to pant as she worked his cock firmer and faster, holding her lips tightly around his head. He jerked his thighs and spilled his seed into her mouth, flailing on the ground as his cum spurted in ribbons. \n\n\"Swallow it, swallow it all,\" he whispered, and she complied. \n\n\"Oh gods,\" she said, wiping cum from the side of her mouth. \"You've had quite a bit in there. Thank you for your mercy, Pran.\"\n\n\"Cheater!\" Hagwise yelled from the cave entrance. \"You dirty, filthy, temple-toed cheater!\" Behind her, Greem and the other villagers had silently watched their display. Some had already taken off their pants and hiked with the hands between their legs. Pran looked at them and smirked. \n\n\"It's done,\" Eing said, standing. \"Pran cured me.\"\n\n\"Well, yes and no,\" he replied. \"The curse will be lifted at dawn, which is still three hours away.\"\n\nEing looked around the cave and scanned the horny villagers. \"Alright, who's got something soft we can lay on?\" Hagwise scrambled to the ground until she looked up between Eing's legs. As she stripped out of her wet robes, she sighed and said, \"I guess that'll do.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: For some reason I, a guy, had a fetish for imagining myself getting forced to live my life as a short, petite girl with uncomfortably hefty chest and being overwhelmed and scared by my new female heterosexuality. It took one magic lamp wish to teach me just how much of a nightmare this would be
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"content": "I woke up feeling...strange.\n\nWhen you watch those body switch movies, there’s always that bit where the character goes about their day, not noticing anything until they stand in front of the mirror. Well, that’s a load of bull. I woke up and the first thing I noticed as I tossed to the other side of the bed was that my balls were missing. In my delirious panic, I reached down. Nothing. Was I castrated in my sleep? There was no blood or any open wounds.\n\nIt seemed that my arms were shorter, and my torso, which was noticeably curvier. There was something heavy squished to my chest...no. \n\nI felt myself up again. Good god, when did I get tits? I couldn’t even fit my hand around them, they were the size of grapefruits.\n\nI jumped out of bed, and turned on the light. Ok, so I was still in my apartment, weird. I looked around my studio, nothing out of place, but the clothes on the floor looked different. There was a bra and a pair of lace panties on the floor.\n\nI went into the bathroom, and stared in horror at what I saw before me. There I was, naked and not in my own skin. This person in front of me was short, probably no more than 5’4”, with an hourglass body: tits too big for my tiny frame, a belly, a huge ass and what my sister affectionately called thunder thighs. And cellulite to boot. Well, be careful what you wish for, huh? I wasn’t going to be getting any modeling deals, but my face looked more youthful than I felt at 27. I suppose I could be called...cute?\n\nI was the same otherwise. Same hair color, skin tone, and eyes. I even had the same dusting of freckles on my face. I headed back to my room to check on my wallet. I turned on the table lamp and checked my id. Same name, Alex Webber. But this time I was an Alexandra.\n\n“Worried about your wallet, huh?” I heard a voice blearily mumble. “Well, I cant blame you, but that’s still a little racist.”\n\nI didn’t remember taking anyone home from the bar last night. All I remember was scoring a free drink from some uggo who I turned down. A green cocktail of some sort. No hard feelings she said. But in my bed was a guy. A really hot guy. He was tall and tone, with dark mahogany colored skin and warm brown eyes. His hair was cut close to his head, his face full of sharp angular features. I usually never notice guys’ looks, but he could be a model.\n\nI flushed. He took that as embarrassment and laughed, it was a deep baritone that made me tingle all over.\n\n“No, it’s not like that. I think I left my card at the bar. I’ll have to cancel it tomorrow.” I lied nervously.\n\nThe man smiled and I felt an unusual pressure down below, a feeling of intense...well tingling is not the word, but something like it, and heat all over my body. The chill of the air was getting to me, I could feel I was very sensitive, places in me peeking up I hadn’t thought of before.\n\n“Come to bed,” he ordered.\n\nNervously, I joined this strange man, surprised as he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me passionately. I’d never felt anyone kiss me so purposefully. Usually the girls I were with would have me lead. I felt him grabbing my tits and I squealed.\n\n“Something wrong?” He asked.\n\n“No,” I replied. “That felt...good.” \n\nWe kissed, and he continued to feel me up, and I couldn’t help but run my hands over his toned muscles, his chest, his back, and downwards. I grabbed his member, surprised at the size. My god, this was much bigger than mine and this is when it was flaccid!\n\nI wondered what it would be like to take it in my mouth. Tentatively, I stroked it, and he was appreciative.\n\n“You certainly know what you’re doing,” he chuckled. “Most girls just don’t know how to give a handjob.”\n\nWell, I had practice.\n\nHe kissed me again, god he tasted so good, and gently pushed my head down toward his member. This was it. Gently, I wrapped my lips around it, sucking the tip. He gently pushed my head further down, and I went further than I expected. This was too big. I kept bobbing up and down, my tongue doing most of the work, but he would push me down just a little further. My jaw was beginning to hurt.\n\n“Be careful about your teeth,” he admonished, “Open a bit wider.”\n\nI felt like my jaw would dislocate. I felt the tip brush against my soft pallet, the further into my throat. I gagged, but we kept going, though his thrusts were less intense, more of a simple rocking as I tried to breathe through my nose, inhaling the scent of his pubic hair. My lips were getting sore from pursing them, my jaw so tired. How did my girlfriends handle this? His member started to swell more as I kept going, larger and larger til I could barely contain him. I gagged as he started to thrust harder, holding my hair back. I wasn’t sucking anymore, he was fucking my mouth. My throat was tensing up in panic. We looked each other in the eyes, and in all accounts this should have been horrible, but it wasn’t? I saw the way he looked at me, with so much adoration as his hand brushed against my face, and I felt I could bear it, for now. Though I still think blowjobs are overrated.\n\nI felt like it would be endless. But suddenly, I felt his semen coat my throat and tongue. I gagged again, helplessly swallowing. Ugh, cum tasted terrible. It was acrid and bitter, lingering on my tastebuds. Now I knew anyone who said they enjoyed the taste was more interested in the fetish aspects, or they were lying.\n\nI took a moment to regain my breath and wipe my tears. The man hugged me tightly, stroking my hair. He kissed my face and wiped a tear away with his thumb. \n\n“I love you, baby.” He said, kissing my forehead.\n\n“Um, thank you.” I replied.\n\nHe laughed. “You’re so weird, Alex. Do you want me to return the favor?”\n\nI bit my lip and nodded. He gently lowered me onto the bed and spread my legs open. He kissed my stomach and kissed my thighs. Slowly, he continued until he was sure I was ready, and spent the next fifteen minutes pleasuring me.\n\nA lot has been said about the female orgasm. But it’s something else entirely experiencing it for yourself"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Humour] She said to you "I want you to stick your cock in my [let the middle prediction on your mobile keyboard determine what she wants you to stick your cock in] "
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"content": "“I want you to stick your cock in my car.”\n\nHe gulped. “Um... which part exactly?”\n\n“Start with the backseat.”\n\nHe hesitantly unzipped his pants, the strangeness of the request making him hard as she watched. He awkwardly made his way into the backseat and slid his glistening cock into the space between the leather cushions.\n\nIt was... interesting. The seat was tight and tough at first, but shortly after seemed to loosen up. He looked nervously back at the front seat.\n\n“Well, go ahead, fuck it.”\n\nHe turned back and complied, thrusting into the seat. It became even smoother and softer—lubricated, even. As he pumped his rock hard cock into the seat, he heard the engine turn on and start to purr. Deeper and deeper he went, increasing the intensity from gentle to pounding.\n\nThe engine started to roar, the AC and fans started to spastically alternate, the lights and turn signal flickered on and off. Soon it became too much to hold back, and he felt thick ropes of cum blast out from his dick, filling the seat and overflowing onto the floor. As he orgasmed, the car horn blared and the engine revved like someone was flooring it.\n\n“I... I think you made my car cum.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [contest] September 2019 : The Tag Game
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"content": "Naked beneath the covers, Lisa declared, “I’m bored! We need to try something new.”\n\nZoey arose from between Lisa’s legs, her lips still wet with her lover’s cum. “Excuse me? Don’t you like getting eaten out?”\n\n“I mean, I guess it feels all right physically. It just does nothing for my mind, you know? It’s the white-bread of fooling around. Not to mention, it’s not exactly the most dom thing in the world.”\n\n“Wait, since when am *I* the dom here?” Zoey said as she found her place on the pillow beside Lisa.\n\n“Well, I always just lie back and—”\n\n“—because you’re lazy—”\n\n“—think of Sam, who actually knew how to get me going.”\n\n“Oh, god dammit! Didn’t I tell you to not to mention that amazon around me ever again?”\n\n“Shit, looks like Pixie-Cut over here has an outside voice and an empty threat. What’ll you do if I say her name again, eat me out harder?” Zoey did not dignify this with a response; instead she leapt out of bed and dug through the drawer with the false bottom that housed a peculiar world.\n\nLisa continued, “You made a girl get bored of oral. I didn’t think that was physically possible.” Out of the void, Zoey retrieved a strap-on, black, and a thing of lube. “Oh, you’re going to fuck me with a giant cock? How cliché.”\n\n“Not quite.” Zoey smirked. “Put this on.”\n\n“Oh, so I’m going to fuck you with a giant cock?” Lisa said as she put it on. “How cliché.” Zoey didn’t acknowledge this—instead, she climbed back into bed and straddled over Lisa’s face.\n\nZoey said, “You have one minute to make me cum, or I’ll have to punish you.”\n\n“Punish me how?”\n\n“Let’s not worry about that just yet.” Lisa raised an eyebrow, so Zoey continued, “If you don’t get me off, you’ll have to be my horse.”\n\n“Your… hor—mmph!” Zoey’s pussy smothered the rest of her sentence. Lisa licked frantically, slipping her tongue inside her girlfriend and getting a deeper taste of her pleasure. *Zoe’s already so fucking wet*, she thought. *This will be easy*. Zoey was biting her lip, trying to suppress her low moans, trying to concentrate on anything else, keeping an eye on the clock, calling out “Twenty!” and every five seconds afterwards. At thirty, Lisa pulled her tongue out of Zoey’s pussy, opting instead to tend to her clit more gently. The swirl of her lover’s tongue drew quiet gasps out of Zoey, who said forty-seven and was now counting every number aloud. “Fifty-four, fifty-fiiive, ahhh! Fifty-*six*,” she moaned, wondering if succumbing to her pleasure would be a better reward than her original plan. But Lisa’s tongue tired after fifty-seven, and holding out for those last three seconds was almost easy. After Zoey’s dismount, Lisa caught her breath and tried to wipe the fluid off her face, and Zoey lay back in bed with her feet in the air and her hand between her legs, only taking seconds more to enter the familiar bliss of a loud, convulsive orgasm. \n\n“If you’re quite finished, what did you mean by horse?”\n\nZoey grinned. “Get on all fours on the floor,” she commanded. Lisa complied, instinctively presenting her tight ass. “Oh, I won’t be fucking you,” said Zoey, but she did give her butt a quick squeeze. Taking a seat on Lisa’s back, Zoey continued, “I was hoping to take my horse for a ride.” \n\nLisa began to crawl about the bedroom. “This is pretty lame, Zoe.”\n\n“Faster!” Zoey smacked her ass as encouragement. “Also, you’re saying a lot of words that aren’t ‘neigh’ for a horse.” Lisa did speed up, earning her butt another lighter slap. No neighs were to be heard, however. “Good girl. I want you to take me to the living room.”\n\n“Well, I think Tim’s home, so that’s a real watermelon of an idea.”\n\n“Ugh, fine. Couldn’t you have slipped that in more organically? Like ‘Tim’s eating watermelon out there.’ Doesn’t ruin the immersion as much.”\n\n“I think the meta-commentary ruins things more,” Lisa said. “I mean, neigh?”\n\nZoey giggled. “Your horse-voice is terrible. Why don’t you take me to my nightstand?”\n\n“I’m so sorry, I’ll be sure to practice my animal voices for tomorrow night.” She did do as Zoey asked. Her partner dismounted and grabbed the lube bottle.\n\n“I’ve thought of an appropriate punishment for failing to make your mistress cum,” Zoey said as she squeezed lube out onto her fingers. “I’m going to play with your ass until you beg me to stop.”\n\n“Oh no, anything but that,” Lisa said flatly, trying not to smile. \n\n“You’ve gotta work on your human voice, too,” said Zoey as she mounted her girlfriend in reverse this time. She slipped her index finger into Lisa’s ass, making tiny spirals in order to stretch her out. \n\n“Oh please, Mistress, your giant finger is too much for my dainty little self,” Lisa said. An unamused Zoey worked her middle finger into Lisa’s ass as well, fingering her a bit faster. Lisa let out a soft moan as Zoey began to curl and uncurl her fingers inside her. “I want more!”\n\nZoey obliged, managing to force a third finger into her ass; Lisa yelped when it first entered her but quickly grew accustomed to it, pushing herself back against Zoey’s hand. She wriggled her fingers around inside of her, while Lisa had to wonder how she’d ever gotten off without having her asshole stretched out like this. Lisa began to feel a particular weakness in her legs and said “Almost…”\n\nZoey withdrew her fingers and dismounted.\n\n“What are you doing?”\n\n“Oh, I think you’ve suffered enough. Even I’m not cruel enough to make you take three fingers like that for too long.”\n\n“No, put them back in!”\n\n“Tell me, am I a good dom?” \n\n“Of course you are!” Lisa said, adding “Mistress” as an afterthought. \n\n“And will you ever sarcastically talk back to your mistress?”\n\n“Never again, Mistress.”\n\n“And is your mistress good at eating pussy?”\n\n“Yes you are, Mistress.”\n\n“Good. Now beg for what you want.”\n\n“Mistress, please fingerfuck my asshole. Use me however you want. My greedy ass is yours for the taking. Make me moan, make me scream. Make me cum, Mistress!” \n\nZoey obliged her, thrusting three fingers back into her and roughly working her way deeper into Lisa’s ass. They were almost all the way in when Lisa finally gave in to her pleasure, with her ass squeezing tighter around Zoey’s fingers. Her moan was long and guttural, a noise neither had known she could make. Lisa collapsed, lying prone on the floor, basking in the afterglow of her climax. \n\n“I’ll bet *Sam* never made you make *that* face,” said Zoey. Lisa nodded weakly. “Don’t think you’re done yet,” said Zoey as she got back under the covers, “I did not give you that horse-cock just for show.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're a Gladiator who just survived the Atlantean Gauntlet, they rewarded you with a sex slave in the form of a...Kobold? A short, lizard-like meek creature who usually spend their entire lives as slaves? What would you do if you had one? Set her free, or see how loyal these creatures can be..
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"content": "Warning, long wind up, less smut. It happens sometimes.\n\n\nAlyssa was a paladin of tyr. She chose to enter the tournament to test her might and her conviction. That is, until she saw the grand prize.\n\nA kobold, not unlike the many she'd slain in her travels so far, dolled up in leathers and bindings. This roused in her her holy convictions, she swore an oath silently to herself that she would liberate her.\n\nEach one of her opponents left the ring limping, but they each left the ring. Other matches saw more blood and she performed final rites on the spot for them. When she finally tasted victory it was only to be chalanged once more by the running champion, who claimed to have decided on the prize this year.\n\nHe was dead before he finished monologuing. None dared tell her she was wrong to do so.\n\nThat night in her rented room, a kobold was thrown in, bound and stripped. Alyssa swore and averted her eyes \"gods damned! They couldn't even give you some knickers?!\"\n\n\"I am s-sorry m-mistress... H-how can i make it up to you?\"\n\n\"My *name* is allysa, though you may call me palladin allysa, allysa, or ally.\" She paused, loweing her irritated tone \"the last one is because i aim to be your friend. You where wronged when they stole you from whatever life you had before this. You deserve another chance. Get dressed and we can speak of this in more depth.\"\n\n\"But miss-\" the kobold flushed as she used her mistress's own name \"a-allysa I am bound...a-and I didn't have a before.\"\n\n\"Tyr's blood, the first thing in doing is finding these gods damned slavers and sending them all to the deepest pits of hell!\" Allysa shouted. \"No, priorities. Father was right, my wrath is my downfall. And so was sister terra, i am monologuing instead of helping.\" She chastised herself as she got behind the kobold to cut her free.\n\n\"It's okay...\" The kobold said with a sheepish smile \"I would like to know more about my mistress.\"\n\n\"I am NOT your mistress.\" Allysa proclaimed \"if... If you do not know a life without order, i know an order who would accept you however. Clothes are in the knapsack, I got anything i thought would fit and the bed is yours tonight.\"\n\n\"Well, what if I told you I chose this life?\" The tiny dragon admitted \"i knew nothing before I did, but the dragon to the north sells off some of his spare youngling slaves to keep his hoard plump and his servants from rising up. He is not entirely unkind however, as he allows us to choose, provided we choose a nice distribution.\" She smiled up to allysa \"I was worried you would kill me, in honesty, but if you are less inclined, might I ask to serve you?\"\n\nAllysa was not prepared for a story of her own. \"I umm... I have no love for slavery. I must decline.\"\n\n\"Then... Not as a slave, not honestly at least.\" The kobold \"It may be rather soon to be lovers, by your measure im sure, but if I am to be your squire, by your words-\"\n\n\"The order would not nessis-\" allysa tried to butt in.\n\n\"They would most certainly\" the dragon spoke over her. \"But moreover, I have certain needs. If I am to be your squire, i will have needs. I will need you to take me, frequently, if not every night.\" She smiled \"i am submissive, yes, but i know what I like, and i know some people need to be convinced.\"\n\n\"I do not even know your name... And you are still undressed.\" Allysa observed bashfully.\n\n\"That is because i was not given one.\" She answered plainly \"You may call me slut, bitch, fucktoy or lizard tits. Though im less fond of that one honestly.\"\n\n\"Lizard-\" allysa's face grew red and hot as she flushed with embarrassment. \"E-ember... It's not the most creative, but it is a proper name. W-will you accept it?\"\n\nThe newly named ember had to wipe away a tear. \"Only if you take me tonight and make me yours.\"\n\nAllysa stood up, still not meeting her gaze. \"I have no experience with this. I am going to get some air. I... Can you write?\"\n\n\"I was a pleasure slave, and those who choose that path do not get taught letters.\" She explained.\n\n\"Then... Tell me what exactly you want before I go, I must approach this with a-\"\n\n\"Don't concern yourself with what i want.\" She insisted \"I want to know what you want. Communication is key after all.\"\n\n\"Very well. But i must think on this, dress while i am gone... If nothing else, I would like to see if the clothes fit.\"\n\n\"Very well, do mind that you lock the door, drunkards get lost more often when they know where to find an easy lay.\" Ember explained. \"And I fear that would ruin the mood.\"\n\n\"As you wish.\" Allysa promised as she left and locked her in.\n\n\"And so two subs find eachother.\" Ember huffed to herself.\n\nIt took two hours. Ember chose a rather plain black dress. It wasn't as sensual as she would have liked, but it complimented her scales nicely, but the rough-spun wool itched where it rubbed closely to her skin. She watched as the paladin woman strolled in, the lock having barely made a sound, allysa observed her for a moment. \"It looks nice on you.\"\n\nEmber was not used to genuine compliments. \"Well... Perhaps i may wear it more often, despite it's chaifing. Though if you do not mind, a silver piece could get me a nicer one.\"\n\n\"We will stop by a tailor soon.\" Allysa promised as she picked her up \"I have decided. I want a... Pet of sorts.\" She explained \"at least, that's what Peter called it. I will shower you with affection, and in turn, i ask only that you do as i say and return that affection.\"\n\nEmber smiled \"we'll get into the details later, but for now, we are long overdue for getting to know one another.\"\n\n\"Perhaps we are.\" Allysa smiled softly, kissing ember passionately, but clumsily as she carried her to bed.\n\nEmber was taken aback a moment by the passionate kiss, but returned it with much greater skill, even if she was mostly reaching to pull the paladin's pants down.\n\nOnce she noticed what she was doing. Allysa put her down. \"Sorry.\" She began stripping, even as she was chided by ember, who was slipping from her dress with a practiced ease.\n\n\"You don't need to be sorry for forgetting to uncover yourself, it is good you are excited... What's that tattoo on your back.\"\n\nAllysa was quiet for a moment as she stopped dead in her tracks. \"It's... Not a tattoo. It's a slave brand. My run-in with slavers was less...\"\n\n\"We can talk later, if it's too tough now. I... Just killed the mood, sorry i swear it doesn't happen often.\" Ember sighed, but as she looked down, the paladin's head was between her small thighs.\n\n\"You have needs, right? I do not mind.\" Allysa trailed her tongue up Ember's wet lips. \"And I will ask you to return this affection after all.\"\n\n\"I will do much more then simply return it.\" Ember promised, reaching a claw down to brush some hair from allysa's face.\n\nAllysa for her part was content to search for ember's clit as she took long, heavy laps at her sex. Ember moaned out allysa's name when she found it, making allysa smile as she pushed her thick thumb deep into her. Ember came quicker then she usually did, something she took as a good omen. \"I...suppose that makes it my turn. Would you sit on my face?\"\n\nAllysa blushed at being asked so bluntly, but managed an appropriate response this time \"spank me if you need air. Don't worry about drawing blood either. I'm...less sensitive to pain then i was.\"\n\n\"Don't worry, I'll be alright.\" Ember promised, which was enough for her larger lover to sit down. The bed sank down, hiding her eyes from the light, her ears from the moans of the holy knight and filling her nostrils only with the scent of her arousal. Ember knew what she was doing here, so it was comforting in a way to be so focused on the task of pleasuring her mistress. Though she came too soon and ember needed more time to learn where she was most sensitive, so she held on tightly to allysa's thick thighs to suggest she stay on her.\n\nOnce she came again, ember was satisfied and tapped out, but she barely had time to catch her breath before she was sharing it with allysa once again, their lips locked and her strong arms envoloping the kobold, which was another sort of comforting, especially as it pressed their naked bodies together.\n\n\"Ember, thank you.\"\n\n\"You're welcome.\" Ember smiled. \"I love you.\" The words fell out of her mouth before she knew quite what she was saying, but her panic was cut short when allysa responded.\n\n\"I love you too.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A fantasy world where all mages are women and mana is male semen. They typically travel with a male harem to keep themselves topped up. Write a story in this world.
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"content": "Thanks for a great prompt!\n\n----\n###Chapter 1/?\n\n----\n> Notes \n> 21st Day, Gallus, 3188\n> \n> Events of the last day have been too much. Need to leave the city. Need to think.\n> \n> Met a northern girl. Lianne. Twenty summers never made a more beautiful flower.\n> \n> Papermiller's youngest daughter. My age.\n> \n> Their ship made port at capital four (five?) weeks ago.\n> \n> Opened cart at Shoremarket. Beautiful paper stock for sale. Had no idea notherners had papercraft!\n> \n> Subtle deckle edges, beautiful watermark design. Master made a standing weekly purchase order.\n> \n> Was my job to cart pickups back to our workshop. I did. Met with Lianne every time.\n> \n> Was blind to her advances. Dumb. Never even considered.\n> \n> Three weeks of pickups. She asked to come back with me one night. See master's workshop. I obliged.\n> \n> Wasn't blind to her advances after that. My first time.\n> \n> Master and other apprentices were gone. Empty workshop. Urgent lips. Hot, wet tongue.\n> \n> She shed my clothes. I shed hers. Soft breasts. Warm skin. Otherworldly.\n> \n> I bent her over my drafting desk. Instinct took over. So warm inside. Never imagined such a sensation.\n> \n> I grew rougher. She begged for more. Sweat. Red hair everywhere. Instinct.\n> \n> A constable's lantern at the door. Needed to hide. The closet.\n> \n> In the closet, she wouldn't stay quiet. Suckled at my hardness. Grew wild at the excitement. An explosion in her mouth.\n> \n> Constable found us. I stunned him - scribe's finishing powder. I ran.\n> \n> Lianne wouldn't follow. Couldn't follow? Began wailing. *Moaning.*\n>\n> I'm so sorry. I ran. I'm so sorry.\n> \n> Hid in the streets. Stole some clothes. Wondered if I should flee the city. Hours passed.\n> \n> Red cloaks everywhere. Handing out sketches. Of us.\n>\n> Had to find Lianne. Returned to the workshop quietly, at night.\n> \n> Someone was there. I hid. Watched through the window. A woman.\n> \n> Then I saw her. And she saw me. \n> \n> She wa--\n\n*\"He's here!\"* came a youthful voice from outside the workshop window. A silhouette's hand pointed inside. *\"He came back!\"*\n\nJannek flinched. His pen and inkwell spilled onto the floor, and he swiped his coinpouch from the drafting desk in reaching for them. Copper raindrops spattered against the wooden floor, each ringing sound an alarm bell in the night. He wadded his journal papers in a panic, scooped whatever coins he could, and ran. \n\nHe cursed himself silently as dark doors and hallways flew past. The coin spread about the workshop floor was for passage out of the city. Salvation from the seemingly endless throng of red-cloaked hunters searching for him. *Another way, then,* he thought.\n\nBursting through the rear hallway door into to the storage room, Jannek swallowed another silent thought: he would never see any of this again. His family, the Scribemaster's workshop, the capital, Lianne. All of it was lost forever, now. He didn't like his odds turning himself in to the constabulary. Being caught fornicating with a northerner in the Scribemaster's workshop would lose him his position. His family would disown him; he'd have to run anyway. *Might as well get a head start,* he thought sadly.\n\nHis soliloquy was cut short by two lithe figures in red cloaks patiently waiting at the back door.\n\n*\"Here!\"* one of them squealed.\n\nJannek skidded and fell flat on his ass, scrambling to turn back. With no other exit, he rushed back the way he came, kicking down a storage box behind him as he did. Empty inkwells scattered on the floor, a few of them spreading broken glass across the doorway. Even before the crate and its shattered contents blocked the hunters, neither made a move to pursue. *They know they have me,* he thought. *Should never have come back.*\n\nThe cloaked, hooded figures had been in a cat-and-mouse game with him for a full day, now. He hadn't slept. He hid where he could, or when strangers would help him. They always found him again, like bloodhounds. Were they special constables made to hunt fornicators? Something worse? Why him? Jannek didn't want to know.\n\nClutching his last worldly belongings to his chest, Jannek skidded to a halt again as he heard the workshop's front door open, the familiar bell tinkling happily as ever. Fear screamed in his nerves as he spun his head searching for an escape. The small circular window in the side hallway sparkled a few droplets of moonlight, answering. *Run,* he thought.\n\nFootsteps approached from the workshop floor, stepping on spilled coins. *Run!* he cried to his legs. They listened.\n\nThe window was small and round, and for once, Jannek was thankful that he had a scribe's lithe, sinewy body. He pictured the outcome as he ran: sprint for the window, jump off the table, curl into a ball to fit through, hopefully bashing the frame open instead of shattering the glass. Tumble onto the street. Run fast.\n\nThe table by the window grew closer. Jannek leapt onto it and jumped again, emptying his lungs with a grunt and curling into a ball in midair.\n\nThere he stayed, completely still.\n\nJannek's body felt as though floating underwater; a pressure hugged his skin. Suddenly, he tumbled backward instead of forward. He *was* floating. His eyes darted as he drifted slowly through the air, like a paper boat sailing on a lazy river current.\n\nThis river was carrying Jannek back down the hallway. Toward the front of the workshop.\n\nHe panicked. He let go of his knees, somehow expecting this to change his new airborne circumstances. It didn't. His knees stayed stuck to his chest, but not tightly enough that his journal and coin pouch couldn't slip and fall to the floor. Coins and papers scattered in a loud *splash* as he spun out of control. \n\n*\"No!\"* he grunted as he floated peacefully down the hallway toward the workshop's main floor, finding himself utterly unable to stop.\n\nThe sounds of other footsteps became eerily present over his own helpless grunts and pounding heartbeat. He rolled and somersaulted, losing track of which way was up, the dizziness overtaking him. It was over. The footsteps fell silent as he floated down the hallway into the workshop.\n\nThere, at the front door, an exquisite woman stood. Her hair was black ink and braided neatly with a wreath of silver woven through. Her tunic -- or was it a bodice? -- was red as fresh blood splattered on stone, as was her cloak. Jannek thought she looked at once both many years his elder and effortlessly youthful. His eyes gaped in awe.\n\n\"Hello,\" she purred with a theatrical pause, \"Jannek.\"\n\nOne of her hands was gestured at the thumb and index finger as though they held an invisible marble. As Jannek's rotation slowed, he realized that the marble was him. The weightlessness reminded him of being a child held aloft.\n\n*\"Sorceress,\"* mumbled Jannek. *\"Oh, Gods...\"*\n\n\"Yes,\" the woman replied, approaching, her fingers poised patiently. Dark red lips smiled. \"Why do you hide from us?\"\n\nJannek struggled to no avail, ignoring the otherworldly woman. As his eyes darted about, desperately searching for an exit, a dozen red-cloaked figures strode forth into the workshop, sealing every possible escape.\n\n\"Jannek?\" the sorceress asked kindly, drawing his gaze back to her. She reached down to him with the hand that wasn't channeling her spell and placed a gentle finger under his chin. His body floated up to her level.\n\n\"There was... a girl... northerner... is she...\" he stammered.\n\n\"I asked a question, lad,\" the sorceress interrupted with slight impatience. \"Why run?\"\n\nShe drew aside her own cloak, revealing her outfit more openly, using it to command his attention. Jannek saw an intricately embroidered fabric bodice hugging tightly lofted cleavage, which he dared not glance at. The entire assortment seemed to loop around her neck at a clasped choker that threatened to spill the creamy flesh free.\n\nNaked shoulders rose and fell with a huffed sigh. \"I do not enjoy repeating myself.\"\n\nHis eyes locked with hers. They were piercing, unnaturally amber rings glowing with a strange reflected depth, like a cat's.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" Jannek said carefully. \"Please. I was with a girl. She... we were... here together. Then, uh... the constables. I don't want to lose my apprenticeship. And she... she has a family! Please.\"\n\nThe sorceress studied Jannek's eyes as the strange, arcane essence glittered behind her own. She looked over him once and opened her fingers, stretching the imagined marble in her hand into an apple. Jannek was immediately unfolded into a stiff, attentive position, like a floating wooden soldier. Her free hand brushed his cheek.\n\n\"Sweet lad,\" she whispered, grinning. \"Even now, you worry about Lianne.\"\n\nHis eyes widened.\n\n\"Yes, I know of her. She is safe from the constables,\" she explained in a calming tone. \"They will know nothing of her. Or you. No, *you* are for *me*.\"\n\nJannek's breath stalled in his throat as the sorceress pressed on. \"Now: I *saw you* that day. Peeking through *that* window.\" A soft hand with an ornately jeweled adornment gestured across the room.\n\nJannek looked away.\n\n\"You remember, don't you?\" she asked casually.\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"And then, you ran.\"\n\nJannek floated quietly.\n\n\"I'm clearly not a constable,\" she added, gesturing at her outfit. \"And I don't answer to them. Or anyone.\"\n\nJannek shied away as much as the spell's stillness would allow, and the sorceress only lifted his chin.\n\n\"No,\" he agreed, not knowing what to say.\n\n\"Yet you fear me anyway?\"\n\nIt took time to admit. \"Yes.\"\n\nShe approached uncomfortably close now, and placed her free hand flat upon his chest. Fingertips gently caressed trails over the tightness there. He flinched.\n\n*\"Shhhh...\"* she comforted, her lips a breath away from his. Her smiling voice was a hot perfume.\n\n\"Dear, sweet lad,\" she purred. \"What if I told you don't need to?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: With the proper application of a collar, leash, and muzzle, the ferocious werewolf that prowled the moors in the eerie moonlight and terrorized the small hamlet has gone from being the Horror Of The North to the Village Cumdumpster.
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"content": "> Content: Werewolf, petplay, bondage. A lot of fur. \n\nThe bars of my cage rattled as a rusted chain clattered in front of me. \"Wake up, sleepyhead,\" a gentle voice called out to me. \"It's time for you to wake up!\" \n\nIt was too early for this! I'm a werewolf, I didn’t have to listen to her! I've got fangs, claws, paws, hair all over me as dark as night. I even have fluffy ears and a fluffy tail! Werewolves basically have a right to terrorize hamlets, towns, villages, and whatever sparsely populated assemblages of people there are in the world. There's supposed to be an unspoken rule between us and normal people. Werewolves get to eat 3 chickens or a sheep a week, howl at night, and appear at crossroads to menace night time travelers. In return, werewolves don't kill the villagers and travelers who are there to raise livestock and get terrified. Really, it's a good system, so I don't understand *why* the darn villagers had to hire some adventuring party to capture me! \n\n\"Grrrr!\" I growled under the woolen blanket. Just let me sleep in peace! \n\nThat pointy-eared blonde haired elf was a skilled hunter. A quarter of a lunar cycle ago, when my heat was starting, she had tracked me down to my cave in the woods, and I woke up to the sights of a full blown party tying me up! I put up a fight, but their ties were tough and tight. As I tried to snap back, deft hands were hogtying my arms and legs behind me, and squeezing together my chest and running a scratchy line under my crotch, causing a nasty pressure on my furry pussy as they dragged me back to town on the back of a pole. I had seriously doubted all those were necessary.\n\nThe leader of the group, an orc paladin, showed me the wanted posters. \"They called you the 'Horror of the North', but really, you don't look all that horrifying up close. More like a stray pet.\" I growled at him, and then he had the gall to pet me! The absolute nerve! They all took turns petting me! Especially that Elven ranger. She was the best at letting and head rubs - but still! They locked me up in this large iron cage when we got back to town, and I expected them to leave me at the mercy of the townsfolk, but noooo. That Elf had to stick around to take care of me like some kind of... pet!\n\n\"Come on, wake up, it's 6 PM,\" she soothingly said. \"I've brought supper, roasted lamb leg, with extra garlic.\" \n\nOoh, garlic. In all of my time eating lamb, I had never known that those smelly vegetables could make it taste that good. I poked my nose out under the blanket and sniffed the air, breathing in the smell of cooked meat and that lovely garlic. I stuck my snout out further, licking at the air and tasting the particles floating into my cage. That was a mouthwatering taste, and I couldn't help but start drooling a little. I was hungry, horny, and pent up in the cage!\n\nThe rest of my head slid out, and I saw the elf crouching down to slide the plate under the door of the cage. My yellow eyes glowed in the gloom, admiring her fine hair and her welcoming smile. That skin too, mostly covered by her leather armor, but I could see how smooth and clean her neck looked. The beast inside me wanted to rise up and sink my teeth into her, bite down hard and taste her from the inside. Another part of me wanted to use my mouth to try and taste her insides, but from another angle. Say, in between her legs. I wondered if she was as smooth as she was down there as she was on her chin. I had to admit, I was jealous. It would take a lot of shaving to get rid of all of my scraggly black hair. \n\nI kind of wondered what I would look like without all the hair. Would I look like her? Would I be less wolfish? I was fine as is, but in my weeks of captivity, I started to wonder what life for me would be like if I wasn't so bestial. I could go out and get that roasted lamb on my own, see what clothes would look like on me, maybe that Elf would give me a kiss if I wasn't so... wild. \n\nNot that I ever asked for any of those. Life in captivity was suiting me fine, but I had *needs* and *urges* that I couldn’t satisfy by myself. I would have gone crazy, but that Elf had been kind enough to keep me occupied and fed. Not to mention a very special repayment plan to pay for all those chickens I ate.\n\n\"Hey, you going to come out, now? I know you're a bit shy, but I brought you food. It's right there. A nice meaty leg of lamb. There's no need to keep drooling all over the floor.\" \n\nSpeaking of fed, I was spending too much time reminiscing instead of eating! Scampering on all fours, I dashed out of my blanked and clamped my jaws around the roasted lamb leg, snapping it in two with a single bite. The meat was delicious and juicy, still hot from the fires of the tavern I was kept inside. I licked the juices off my claws and settled down in a sit to enjoy the marrow. \n\n\"I knew you were hungry there. I brought you a bowl of water too.\" She slid in a deep wooden bowl of clear water, which I pulled in with my hands and lapped at eagerly. She looked expectantly at me, as though I was meant to do something else. \n\nUgh, *people* were always so needy. They always want something in return after giving something else. Couldn't she be satisfied when I didn't try to grab her hands through the bars of the cage? I grumbled in discontent. \"Thanks for the food and water, Lyanna.\" \n\nShe beamed down on me, like a gentle ray of moonlight. A hand reached in, and rubbed the top of my head. \"Now that's a good girl,\" she praised me as I leaned up and whined. All that 'good girl' stuff had started to really get on my nerves. The head rubs though. Those can stay. \n\nShe idly scratched at the base of my ears and I tried my best not to let my jaw slide down and happily pant at her. \"Are you ready for today's activities?\" she asked. \n\n\"Yep!\" I barked back. Really, when she asked like that I couldn't refuse her request. \n\n\"So can you let me put on this collar?\" she asked again. She held up a band of white leather with a buckle in one hand, and a leash in the other. \"I'll be able to take you out if you do so.\" \n\nHmph. I could go out and dance all over the woods if I was out of this damnable cage, but now the only way I could go outside was by her order. Well, I could always break out of her grip if I wanted to. I could break away any time I wanted to. \n\nI pressed my neck up against the bars of the cage, and she looped the collar around me. I sniffed, smelling the leather of the collar and her armor, not to mention the smell of a bitch-in-heat scent. That had to be her, since I smelled different, but I didn't want to ask and make things awkward. \n\nThe collar was secured around my neck, locked with a small padlock, and the leash attacked to a ring at the front. Next, she held up another set of leather, a muzzle for my snout. \"Do I reaaallly have to?\" I whined. \n\nThe elf patiently answered my question. \"The villagers are still scared of you, and if you want to go outside and pay off your debts, it'd be kind of necessary. Don't worry, I won't buckle it too tight.\" \n\nI whimpered, but I still pressed my snout up against the bars of the cage. \"Fiiiinnne,\" I whined, letting her press the leather muzzle over my snout. Her gentle hands reached around the back of my head to buckle it on tight. I could still talk, and open my mouth slightly, and even stick my tongue out, but if anyone wanted to, they could strap it on tighter and seal my snout shut. I flexed my jaws, feeling the extent of my mandibular motions. Not much, but I could still talk. \n\nNext, the elf raised up two leather bags with cuffs at the end. I shied away, holding my paws behind me as my tailed tucked between my legs. \"My claws are for tearing the weak into shreds!\" I threatened, cowering at the back of the cage and threatening to hide in the blankets. I was looking more cowardly than the terrifying monster I usually was, but those mittens! Those mittens were the worst! I couldn't flex out my claws at all with them! \n\nShe was still patient with her reply, \"Well, if you're so dangerous, I'd have to do *something* with your terrifying claws. I'm did say you have the alternative of letting me clip your nails, but unless you want to do that, it's the mittens for you.\" She made snipping motions with her fingers, threatening back with the horrifying alternative of having my nails trimmed.\n\n\"No, no, I don't want to have my nails clipped!\" I whined again, and I pushed my paws out through the front of the cage, letting her slip the leather mittens over my paws. My fingers were held tightly together, and I could still fold my hands a little bit. The cuffs were locked on as well, and I looked down at my mostly helpless hands. \n\n\"Now, sit!\" she commanded. \n\nI did as she said, pushing my hands in between my squatting legs, planting my padded paws on the ground. \n\n\"Good girl!\" she said again, unlocking the cage and walking up to me. She rubbed my head vigorously, in between the ears, on the ears, under the chain. \"Oooh...\" I softly moaned. It was all good, and I closed my eyes to enjoy her touch more. I sniffed, and I smelled her under those leather slacks. Definitely in heat, but I also smelled a treat - a cookie! She held it in front of my mouth, and I let my tongue snake out and scoop it through the muzzle. \n\n\"Mmm, thanks!\" My tongue snaked out again and ran amidst her fingers, tasting the crumbs left over. My tail wagged left and right as I inquired for other tasty morsels. \"Do you have any more treats?\" I asked. \n\nThe elf nodded. \"I've got more treats, for good girls. Come on now, it's time for you to pay off your debts.\" She raised her hand with the leash in it, and started walking out. I followed her on all fours, padding behind her and admiring how she looked underneath that skirt of hers. Oh, I wish I could be as curvy as her. Werewolves were all more in the muscle department, with more pecs than breasts and broad torsos. Werewolf women were probably more masculine than the men, as that weird wizard had explained."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a long war, the kingdom and the desert tribes sign a peace treaty. The prince and the chieftain's daughter are married to seal the deal, and neither is quite what the other expected.
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"content": "He doesn't know what compels him to approach her.\n\nMaybe it's the slump of her shoulders, the faraway look she has as she stares out at the moonlit water. How still she sits at the edge of the fishing dock.\n\nThe way her hand trembles as she brings a pipe to her lips.\n\nHe doesn't exactly know the reason, but he finds himself walking towards her until he's standing right next to her, his shadow swallowing her form and making her look up at him.\n\nHe’s struck again by how *pretty* she is. Sharp jaw and full lips that leave dark red smears on the pipe that dangles from between them. Soft angled eyebrows, a nose that almost sits wrong on her face, like it was broken and never healed right. Round hazel eyes rimmed with kohl, staring at him with a gaze that shows too much and too little. \n\n(It makes him feel off balance somehow, like she's trying to look *into* him, trying to peel back all his layers and get to his very core. \n\nLike she's trying to see a part of himself that even *he* doesn't know.)\n\nShe continues to stare up at him, eyebrows raising in annoyance and he fumbles a bit, shifting his feet as he tries to think of something to say. \n\n\"H-hello. Do you mind if I uh-,\" he starts, sweating a little at the unimpressed look she sends his way, scrubbing at his hair, \"If I get a smoke?\"\n\nShe still just eyes him, until he contemplates just jumping into ocean to escape the embarrassment, before she turns to her side, starts digging into her cowhide sack. She pulls out some tobacco leaves and flips the top open of her pipe, starts packing it in the bowl. When she’s done, she raises the stick, slight wiggles it at him. She doesn't attempt to hand it to him or even stretch her arm for him to reach it, so he awkwardly crouches down to sit next to her. She watches him with the same flat look on her face.\n\nSlowly reaching forward, he gingerly pinches the pipe from her hand and just sort of *holds* it, letting it hang limply from his fingers. He's never smoked before. Just said the first that came to his mind, too nervous to think of something better but too determined to let things lie.\n\n(He's always been like that. Too reckless for his own good and always in flurried motion. Never looking before he leaps, even if there was nothing but stone and mistakes to meet him on the way down.\n\nHe wears regrets and self-destruction like a second skin.)\n\nSo, when she grabs his hand with a huff and guides the pipe to his mouth, he lets her. Doesn't fight when she cups his jaw and drags him forward, striking a match to light the bowl. Feels the air crackle with more than just heat as she gazes at him with lidded eyes, smoke rising between them like a veil. \n\nHe can't help but sway as she pulls away from him.\n\nShe's looking at him expectingly now, so he cradles the pipe between his fingers, swallows against a dry throat. Straightens his shoulders and *inhales*.\n\nThe smoke burns as it enters his lungs and he chokes, coughing so violently he ends up popping the lid open and dropping some of the leaves into the water below. Tears gather at the corners of his eyes as he hacks and he looks to see her gazing at him in mild amusement, a smile curling one side of her mouth. She makes no effort to try to comfort him and he doesn't know if that's better or worse for his embarrassment.\n\n\"Your first time smoking, right?\" she says, a slight rasp to her voice, tone light with humor, “I pretty much figured, with the way you were acting.”\n\nHis cheeks flush at that and she chuckles in response to his unease, reaching forward to take her pipe back. She then bows her head to gaze down at the water, a slightly wistful look on her face.\n\n“Those leaves cost a lot y’know,” she accuses, although her tone stays casual, her posture not relaxed but not tense either, “That’s money you just dropped into the ocean.” \n\nShe turns to him again and he shrinks a little under her gaze, even though she’s looking at him rather mildly. \n\n“S-sorry,” he says, shoulders around his ears, bottom lip caught between his teeth, “I didn’t mean to.”\n\nShe stares at him some more, head slightly titled to the side, before she shrugs. Takes one last look at her pipe before putting it back in her sack.\n\n“Is‘not a problem,” she mumbles, “I was almost finished with it anyway.”\n\nWith a sigh, she tilts her head back, braces her body by placing her hands on the dock beneath her. Looks up at the moon with hooded eyes, the conversation with him seemingly over. And with her focus no longer on him, he can breathe a little easier, not hold himself so tight. \n \nThe silence that follows is not comfortable, but not stifling either, and it hangs stagnant in the air between them. It makes him fidget, jiggling his leg as he runs his hands over each other. \n\nHe knows he should let things lie, should be lucky that she even spoke to him, that she didn’t reject him the moment he stepped up to her. \n\n(She had played nice, smiled at the right parts and the right people, kissed him softly after the vows were made. But as soon as they were alone, she scowled and squared up to him with her chest puffed out, looking every bit the warrior she was foretold to be. She had made it clear her displeasure for their marriage, that it was only an arrangement forged by shaky alliances and bodies that were wrung dry. That she wanted nothing to do with him outside of their political duties.) \n\nSo, he really should stay quiet. Shouldn’t snap whatever delicate thread of camaraderie that they had right now. But, he can’t handle this stillness, like this fragile moment might come to an end at any moment.\n\n(Somehow he wants to know more about her. Wants to see everything that she can give and more, get to her very center and dig even *deeper*. Needs to know more about those intense eyes and that puzzling disposition, drawing him in like a moth to a flame.\n\nHe wonders if he’ll suffer the same fate as Icarus.)\n\nHe’s about to break the silence. Doesn’t know and doesn’t care what he’s going to say, just as long as there’s *noise*, when suddenly she turns her head to look at him. Lips pressed in a thin line, she scrutinizes him, a slight tension around the corners of her eyes. She holds herself very still. \n\n“Why did you approach me?” she says, and her voice is quiet, her timbre low; he can’t help but see it as the calm before the storm, “If not for the smoke, then for *what*?”\n\nHe startles at that, mouth ineffectively flapping open and closed because *how* exactly is he supposed to *answer* that? \n\n(He had been walking for some time before, the tips of his ears tender from the chill in the air, his body exhausted in a way that had him jittery, had him a little delirious. He had walked with no purpose, no direction, would have strode right past the dock if he hadn’t seen her sitting there. If he hadn’t seen her looking so small against the backdrop of the horizon, looking lost and at home at the same time, almost transcendent from the glow of the moonlight.\n\n Maybe he wanted to make things right, try to salvage whatever type of relationship they were going to have. Maybe he couldn’t resist the allure of a beast on a leash, wanted to see how much he could push her before he got bit. \n\nMaybe his thoughts were too loud and the night was too quiet and he needed the conversation, but-) \n\n“I don’t know,” he whispers and it’s the truth."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The new freeuse law came unexpectedly. No one was prepared for it, but many took advantage of it.
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"content": "(non-con, brutal forced arousal and orgasm control, piercings, solo and m/f for now. This story is heavily based on [Complementing Morgan](https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=2961672&page=submissions) by DystopianArtificer, where certain women are fitted with libido boosting orgasm denial and control implants. However, in my take the use of the Complement implant has become much more widespread and accepted. The story is dark and brutal, so I'm going to warn you up front. If you get squicked out, bail sooner rather than later. Also I do feel bad for the protagonist. If I keep going with this, she will meet not just terrible people, but also friends who will try to help her out, so there is that.) \n\n**The Integration of Abigail Winters, Public Submissive. Part 1** \n\nAbigail sniffled and rubbed the tears from her face. Her clothes were strewn haphazardly around her room. She was only in her panties, which were now soaked through. A part of her wanted to tear that off too. She felt slightly better the more she undressed, but she couldn't bear to look at her damned Complement, and so she kept her pussy covered. \n\nThe flustered schoolgirl was spending her 18th birthday locked in her room, furiously masturbating to no avail. By the end of it she was crying all over again, just as she had done when they strapped her down at the clinic. As unbelievably good as it felt to touch her pussy, and as close as she would soar to the edge, she could never make herself come. After a solid hour of masturbation, her monstrous arousal had not abated in the least. Only when the warning klaxon from her collar sounded in her ear did she know it was finally time to stop. But only when the discipline pulse hit a moment later, would she actually cease touching herself. The pulse hadn't been painful exactly, but felt like an icy blast of pure dread that blossomed in her chest, before sweeping through her whole body. She would have done anything to avoid that feeling again. \n\nLeft unable to touch herself, Abigail needed to do something, anything, to take her mind off her pressing need to resume masturbating. Sooner or later she had to get herself acquainted with the implant that sat above her clitoral hood like a lewd piercing and made her such a wanton wreck of a person. But once she started up the instructional video, actually paying attention was proving much harder than she hoped. Its cheery tone and jaunty music was entirely out of place with its appalling message. Worst of all, the sight of the beautiful naked model on screen was making Abigail horny despite herself. \n\n\"Congratulations on receiving your Female Sexuality and Behavior Complement,\" the narrator announced. \"With its help, you are well on your way to living a moral and upstanding life!\" \n\nThe way the woman casually touched herself was making Abigail so horny, it almost hurt to think. She needed it, just for a little bit. She was so close already... \n\nAt her first caress, a wave of terror brought her to her senses. Abigail bit her lip and kept watching. \n\n\"The Complement will provide you with a vibrant libido and proper submissive demeanor. Once it has fully integrated with your body, you will enjoy wonderful simultaneous orgasms whenever you are engaged in healthy sexual intercourse with any upstanding citizen of the nation. Bring your partner to climax, and you will too!\" \n\nThe video panned over the body of the Complemented model like she was a choice piece of furniture being advertised for sale. It stopped at her silver collar and zoomed in on the three white dots displayed on her pendant, two less than Abigail's own. Suddenly, they turned bright green. \n\n\"Until such time as your public service, you will be kept primed in a state of heightened arousal, but you will not be permitted to orgasm. Your Submission Collar offers a handy indicator for all citizens who wish to make use of your services. When a citizen of sufficient social rank has issued you a formal command, your pendant will light up in green, and you are obliged to follow all their lawful instructions. Consistent compliance will earn you rank, and bring you all manner of exciting benefits, while refusal will be met with discipline.\" \n\nThe busty model reappeared in a ridiculously high cut maroon micro dress. Her erect nipples strained against the form fitting fabric, while the curve of her exposed butt peaked out from beneath her skirt. The parody of a demure high neck dress did manage to cover her cleavage, but that was all it covered. Affecting a casual stroll in her five inch stilettos, the model sauntered past a handsome stranger on the street. As he suddenly placed a hand on her chest, she smiled expectantly. Once he whispered a command into his wrist strap, her pendant lit up, and she obediently crouched to unzip his pants and take his erect cock into her mouth. Even as she did so, her hand slid to her exposed pussy and began rubbing herself vigorously. A green check mark appeared over the scene, accompanied by a ridiculously cheerful ping. \n\nThe scene then repeated, only this time she shoved his hand aside with annoyance and walked right past him. Suddenly her pendant turned from green to red, and she fell wordlessly to the ground, clutching at her head in unspoken horror. As she screamed in silence, a red cross flashed on screen, paired with the sound of a piercing horn. Soon, two stony faced Morality Police officers arrived and roughly hauled her to her knees. The same man as before tore off her dress, then forced his cock into her mouth and began thrusting deep into her throat, not showing the least care for how he might be choking the poor woman. Abigail forced herself to keep watching. She already knew that to turn away was improper, and being improper led to discipline. Thankfully, the video eventually moved on to a less dreadful scene. \n\n\"Remember! Instant obedience is key. As you continue to adjust to your Complement, you will find yourself benefiting from improved health and increased energy. You may also notice other changes to your body, such as a softening appearance, loss of body hair, improved scent, mild to moderate increase to breast and buttock size, and heightened sensitivity to pleasure. These and many other changes are meant to enhance your appeal as a Public Submissive. Please graciously accept them all as the generous gifts of the State.\" \n\nThe model was reclining on a luxurious bed now, her face devoid of any signs of her earlier rough treatment. She spread her legs for the camera and began teasingly massaging her clit, showing off the silver studded Complement that pierced her hood down into her body. She gave a forced smile as she moved her fingers in languid arcs, trying her best to look for all the world like she was enjoying herself. Abigail knew that edging herself with such deliberate movements would have been pure torture. As a Complemented woman, it was the first thing she tried when she got home, and she lasted all of five seconds. The model on the other hand had been forced to keep it up for many minutes. The casual cruelty of it all left a knot in Abigail's stomach. \n\n\"While you may not orgasm outside of approved intercourse, you are allowed an allotment of self pleasure every day. The length is based on your social rank as a Public Submissive. As a Class 5 Submissive, you are currently entitled to 60 minutes of vaginal stimulation outside of approved intercourse. Once you hear the warning siren, you will have five seconds to cease all stimulation, or you will be disciplined. Furthermore, if you believe your current libido is insufficient, you can make use of anal stimulation to provide an additional short term boost to your sex drive. Don't worry, your sanctioned diet and sanitation routine will soon leave your anus always ready for sex. Even better, anal sex does not count against your time for self pleasure, so feel free to explore all the pleasures of anal intercourse!\" \n\nThe model looked off camera with a hesitant expression. After a pause, she reached for an oversized dildo and began fucking herself in the ass. Any reservation she might have had disappeared after the first thrust. She kept pumping as she thrashed wildly in bed. Her face was pained, even as she moved faster and faster. After many agonizing minutes, the scene faded out before she had stopped. What she saw left Abigail in shock. The clinic never mentioned anything about increasing her libido past what the Complement had already done. Even now, her whole body was tingling with desperate, aching need. The thought of being forced into an even more frantic state terrified her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A halloween curse actually turns people into there costumes this makes things very strange for costumes like 'slutty nurse' or 'horny vampire'.
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"content": "My outfit for this year’s Halloween was actually an outfit I’d come up with a while back, but it wasn’t even meant to be for Halloween… Back then, I had just begun a new DnD game based on Greek mythology, and I thought it’d be fun to take on a character who was the self-proclaimed “Goddess of Adventure,” a goddess that I (am pretty sure I) came up with myself.\n\nThe getup consisted of one of those “A” shaped bras, y’know, where the two bits of fabric would cover the breasts at an angle like this sorta: ( /Y\\ )\n\n^ idk how understandable that’ll be after I post this, lol...\n\nBasically, it kinda looked like a Greek goddess or maybe Egyptian attire, and then I had a sideless, backless “dress” going down to about knee-level... so, really it was just a strand of fabric covering my thong, lmao - basically the fabric was a loin cloth, but that phrase makes it sound kinda gross and cave-man-ish.\n\nAaaanyway, I - like you - understand how provocative this outfit is, so I never actually got around to wearing it during our DnD sessions, lol. It would’ve been a little much in front of friends... well, anybody, really.\n\nBut I would often wear it while flirting online; It gave me a confidence boost, and it was always fun when people would ask me “What are you wearing?” ;P\n\nAnyway, it was such a shame this outfit never got to be seen by anybody but me, so I decided, if there was ever an appropriate time to wear it: It’d be on Halloween.\n\n—\n\nI stepped out into the cold October air wearing not much more than a few strands of fabric and a thong— oh, high-heels, too.\n\n“Jeeze,” I thought to myself, heart racing, “I feel like such a tramp...”\n\nThe area was strangely vacant out, but as I walked the streets, I recall anxiously glancing around, waiting for somebody to appear out of nowhere and draw attention to my attire, but it never happened. I had chosen to leave pretty late in terms of trick-or-treating, that way the parents and little kids probably wouldn’t be out, but it was pretty weird that NOBODY was out at that time. Like... not even the teens or young adults?\n\nThat was when I heard a loud howling nearby.\n\n“Shit.” I muttered, thinking it was wolves (which were not uncommon out here).\n\nI turned around and did a little run-walk back to my place as best as I could in heels, all the while turning my head to see if the wolf was making chase. Getting mangled by a wolf while wearing THIS? The phrase “I wouldn’t be caught dead” came to mind, but then again...\n\nI made it back and swiftly shut the door behind me, breathing out a sigh of relief as I locked it (as if a wolf could open the door anyway), then I leaned against the door for too long before I thought:\n\n“Holy shit! I need to call the police! A wolf on the prowl on Halloween night?? No wonder nobody was out there!”\n\nBut in hindsight, I realize somebody else likely would’ve called the police before me based on how late I left...\n\nBefore I could find my phone, I was interrupted by my mom saying my name in a hushed tone from behind me. I whirled around, ready to explain my outfit, but she wasn’t there. And that’s when I remembered: Neither of my parents were meant to be here tonight; They were both out.\n\nA loud groan came from behind me, and I did a quick 180 as I jumped in fear, letting a scared squeak escape my mouth. A huge, rotting human stood before me... They must’ve been six or seven feet tall! And drooling...\n\nThey put their big, nasty hands on my shoulders and picked me up. I kicked and wiggled, and they drooled even more as they eyed my body up and down. I began to blush as I realized what they were after... They moved one of their hands to my neck to free up their other arm, which they used to feel under my cloth.\n\nTheir big, coarse fingers began rubbing the front of my thong, and soon I went from kicking my feet to pointing my toes. My mouth hung open in a silent moan as this grotesque thing coated my inner thighs with my own juices. After not too long, I shuddered, and came into this thing’s hand, after which, it discarded me, and I landed face down - legs spread and crotch soaking as my hips bucked from orgasm.\n\nA wicked, feminine laugh echoed through my house. My lust-clouded mind barely cleared in time for me to perceive it and raise my head weakly. There, hovering off the ground in the middle of the room, was some kind of sexy sorceress, and it looked like she had a magic leash attached to the large creature that had just pleasured me!\n\nSuddenly, my body glowed in a white aura, and I began to levitate to my feet before the aura exploded out, knocking the sorceress and the creature away... I felt... invigorated, and it all happened so fast, without any thought...\n\n...Did I just use my character’s DnD powers?\n\n—\n\n(This would just be the beginning, so the realization that everybody has become their costume would come in part 2, but only if people want it enough, lol. (I realize this one was kind of a tease.))"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: With the population aging and the birth rate falling some countries are offering "Breeding Visas" to only the best at the biggest.
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"content": "It's 2040 and Japan's median age has just crossed 60 years old. Over a third of its population is elderly, and the birth rate has plummeted - even faster than previous projections - down to 0.9 births per woman, meaning the next generation will be less than half the size of the previous.\n\nThe Japanese government tried various initiatives in the last few years to boost the birth rate, but nothing made a dent. Sex counseling, sex-positive education, public campaigns promoting childbearing as civic duty, etc. None of it mattered. As the years went on, a new health crisis ensued - sperm counts among Japanese men were dropping, and subfertility among Japanese women was rising. The exact cause was unknown, but scientists encountered evidence that overall reduced sexual activity was a likely contributor. Even those couples who did want to have children experienced tremendous difficulty. The government recommended that couples trying to conceive have sex at least twice a week, but independent studies showed even the most sexually active couples in Japan weren't anywhere close to that mark.\n\nIn Saitama prefecture, officials had an idea. *Bring in talent from overseas.* In Japan's traditionally closed society, the idea was highly controversial. Yet, a growing body of evidence suggested it'd work. Italy, facing a similar crisis, saw birth rates spike only a year after starting its Breeding Visa program. Eventually the national government acceded to the request and a one-year pilot program for Saitama prefecture only went into effect. Breeding visas were to be issued to up to 10,000 foreigners at a time for up to a year each. They had to submit documented evidence of sexual activity, fertility levels, and blood tests.\n\nMike (name changed) was one of the first batch of recipients. A recent college graduate from South Carolina not able to find work in the U.S., he heard about the program and realized he fit the bill.\n\n\"In only about 11 months, I had sex 512 times with 342 different women. Of those women I impregnated... 77.\" Mike was reading off his exit documentation he got from immigration control. (The Japanese government kept detailed records in order to evaluate the success of the program.) As a Foreign Breeder, Mike's job was simple. Show up for two appointments each weekday, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. He also submitted an ejaculate sample once per week and underwent regular sexual health testing.\n\nWhile Mike wasn't supposed to know the women he had sex with, he recognized the familiar faces of women who returned for multiple appointments. \"A few women come to mind. Miyuki--she was a total fucking nympho, I swear. Hinata--edge queen, she always wanted each appointment to last two hours or more.\" One ended up becoming his girlfriend for a few months. \"Can't say I loved all of it though, some women were bored and just wanted to get knocked up as soon as possible.\" But nonetheless, Mike had a positive experience. \"I nearly wept on my last day when I realized I'd have to go home.\"\n\nSarah (name changed) was one of the female breeders in the program. For women, the first three months were spent entirely on so-called \"gloryhole\" duty, servicing men at a sexual health facility with blowjobs, handjobs and the like, with the goal of increasing thir sperm count. The last nine months were for conception, pregnancy, and childbirth, with \"gloryhole\" duty reduced in frequency. \"Pregnancy and birth was a fine experience,\" Sarah reported, acknowledging Japan's excellent medical facilities. It was her third child. \"But the gloryhole duty was why I really wanted to go. They don't have stuff like that back home.\" Sarah, who had a serious fetish for sucking dick, would get her gloryhole duties done in the morning, then hit up local nightlife each evening.\n\nThe success in Saitama was obvious. Not only had birth rates risen considerably, Saitama's economy was booming as curious men and women from other regions were migrating in just for the program. A year later, Japan instituted the program nationwide. \"Breeding visas work,\" said Japan's lead sexual health researcher. \"Not only have birth rates risen, but sex culture is back and better than ever in Japan.\" Interviews with Japanese citizens confirm the trend. \"Fucking strangers at the breeding clinic is almost a daily routine for me,\" said one housewife in Saitama. \"And every once in a while it even gets me in the mood to fuck my husband, too.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cards Against Morality, Bare Werewolf, and Secret Stripper are just a handful of new adult party games to hit the market. Describe how a group of players have a good time at their game night.
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"content": "\n(Inspired by this https://i.imgur.com/kLYSNq0.jpg)\n\n\nEmma was nervous but her husband and her friend assure her the adults only game night would be fun. Emma figures it was worth a shot and if nothing she could always leave. \n\nHer friend hosted and Emma wasn’t similar with some of the people there. Though not usually Emma stayed close to her husband until the host called everyone to the table. The couples say together on one side of the table while the singles sat on the other. It wasn’t something enforced it just kind of became a game night tradition. \n\nThe group played the standard Truth or Dare as they waited for their dinner to cook. After dinner they played and specially naughty version of The Newlyweds Game. Emma to her surprise was having a blast. The people were nice, the games were fun and the night was flying by. Then the host pulled out the final game. Emma started at the two words on the box, Secret Stripper, with knots in her stomach. The host stood up and explained the game while handing o8t the cards. \n\n“Five players will be handed a card. Only one man or woman will be the secret stripper though and it’s the rest of the groups job to figure out the secret stripper. If she or he are found out they have to do a striptease. “\n\nThe knots in Emma’s stomach became one of those climbing twine walls of nerves as she stared at the card in her hand. \n\n“Ok everyone blind folds on. Hold out your cards and I’ll come around and remove the strippers blindfold and give them the voice disguiser. “\n\nThe group blindfolded themselves. The host went around the table and read the cards. She pulls Emma’s blindfold gently and hands her the voice disguiser. \n\n“Good luck,” She whispers in Emma’s ear. “Don’t be scared.”\n\nEmma nodded and took a deep breath awaiting the first question. \n\n“Secret stripper, are you married?”\n\n“Yes”\n\n“Secret stripper do you have blonde hair?”\n\n“No”\n\nA few more questions were asked and slowly Emma started to feel more comfortable. The excitement on her husbands face certainly helped. \n\n“I think I have a guess...”\n\nOne of the guests spoke up. \n\n“Secret Stripper...are you Emma?”\n\n“Yes.”\n\nThe group clapped as the other four removed their blindfolds. Emma had a smile on her face and looked at her husband. She shrugged and climbed onto the table. Though very private with her body and sex life, Emma felt natural as she started to dance and tease the tother guests. Almost like she had a knack for the art...\n\nWith her dress off and her tits out, all that was left was panties she teasingly rubbing against her pussy. She lifted her hand, letting the panties drop exposing her pussy to the group to more applause and whistles. She took a bow and hopped off the table. \n\nShe kneeled on the couch and grabbed her husband by the shirt and pulled him closer. She whispered something in his ear and the two ran off to the spare bed room the host kept for excited couples..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The class powers for the first VR MMORPG are NOT designed with sex in mind, but especially creative perverts managed to find use for them
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"content": "Getting to work was hell, but it was still a damn sight better than what he would be dealing with as soon as he got there.\n\nAndrew didn't even try to get into the company parking lot, not when the streets around it were so jammed with people and vehicles that he wouldn't be able to get within a block of it. Instead he was stuck with paying way too much to squeeze into a too-small spot in a crappy garage where he would almost certainly get dinged, just to have the absolute pleasure of wading his way through the crowd of pissed off people to try and get into the office.\n\nBy the time he stumbled through the doors he'd been spit on at least six times and called every name he could think of, and several he couldn't. Naturally he barely had time to take a breath before one of the security guards had grabbed his arm. \"He's here, coming up,\" the guard muttered into his walkie, Andrew letting out a deep groan as he was marched to the elevators. He should have stopped at Starbucks. Then he would at least face his execution with caffeine in his system.\n\nThey could hear the shouting from the conference room all the way down the hall, even the guard giving Andrew a look of sympathy. \"Good luck,\" he muttered before letting go, Andrew taking a deep breath before he walked in. Almost immediately the noise stopped, a dozen men and three women all glaring at him. Their shared rage found a new target, and might have incinerated him on the spot. There was David, Andrews' boss's boss, and he was the *smallest* fish in this pond of fury.\n\n\"Sit down,\" a VP he didn't recognize commanded, Andrew meekly taking the only empty chair. It didn't matter that the table was round, it felt like he was at the head of it being stared at. \"You were the Lead Gameplay Design. You signed off on everything that made it onto the servers. So please, explain to us how this happened.\" The demand was made in a tightly controlled voice, one that spoke of the brimstone that would be unleashed should the owner dislike so much as a single syllable.\n\nVirtuous Reign had been Andrew's life for the past six years, building and tuning it to absolute perfection. For once, management was asking him a question he could actually answer. He took a deep breath before starting. \"Ok, well, the problems started with the Oath system.\" Right away he saw a lack of comprehension on several faces. Of course, these were the business types and investors; odds were most of them had never logged in to their own product. \"The system was designed to aid in both roleplaying and min-maxing; players could make their abilities or equipment more powerful by imposing limits upon them. Like a fireball doing double-damage if they only use it against ice-type enemies, or a sword getting bonus stats if they only used it at night. At first we just had some hard-coded restrictions and oaths they could use, but players constantly wanted more options.\n\n\"So, we added the Fae Pledge-Crafter.\" More blank looks. This might be harder than he thought. \"It was like a custom oath-builder; players could put in more or less anything and, if the logic parsed, it would create a customized oath with a automatic power boost based on how confining the oath was.\"\n\n\"What the hell does this have to do with that?!\" another exec shouted, pointing out the window and to the raging horde of protestors. \"If you let this fairy whatever turn players into-\"\n\n\"Sir, please,\" Andrew started, his fists clenching together. \"The Oathcraft system wasn't the problem. It was tested, everything worked, and it couldn't do anything that wasn't already a possibility within the engine. The problems didn't start until-\" Hell, this was going to be the hardest part to explain. \"Until one of the ERP servers got a hold of it.\"\n\nAndrew never thought anything could be more awkward than his drunken aunt showing up to Thanksgiving and calling his Hispanic girlfriend the n-word, but there was. Explaining what an Erotic RolePlay server was to a group of stone-faced, furious old white men was far, far worse.\n\nWhen *that* circle of hell was complete, the next was ready and waiting. \"So the oathcraft system gave players access to things like status effects, accepting certain debuffs as one of the conditions. And even though Vizarak the Mind Destroyer is the only boss that uses it, the game does have a Dominated status effect. It doesn't actually do anything when the 'dominator' is another player, but a lot of characters set it up to have a permanent status of being dominated by another character. But because that's considered an extremely negative effect with a permanent duration, the oathcrafter ended up doubling nearly all of the Dominated player's stats.\n\n\"The ERP servers aren't in any serious competitions or comparisons, so no one on their admin team cared very much if the characters were overpowered. They just let us know so we could kill it in the main servers. And the players kept experimenting. Things like heal spells becoming far more powerful if the caster made prolonged physical contact with the target, armor and costume pieces becoming far more powerful if they were the only piece of equipment worn, Bound or Entangled status effects popping when facing certain monster types. And since they had access to boss and unique enemy conditions, they could do things like force other players to unequip armor, summon specific monsters. If anything was really game-breaking we tried to disable it in main servers, but before we could catch all of it...well...someone built the Lust Nuke, and put it on a character in our biggest server.\"\n\n\"The what?!\"\n\nWith a sigh Andrew pulled out his phone, quickly connecting to the room's projector so he could bring the code up on screen.\n\n*Action: Spell*\n\n*Limitations:*\n\n*Restricted Usage(Time): 2/14/2024 16:00:00 UTC*\n\n*Restricted Usage(Number): Only castable 1x times*\n\n*Restricted Usage(Location): (x=56327,y=86511 only)*\n\n*Increased Cost(Mana): 100% of MP, 99.9% of HP*\n\n*Increased Cost(Exp): Character loses 99 levels*\n\n*Increased Cost(Gold): Spell costs 1,000,000gp*\n\n*Range: Server-Wide*\n\n*Targets: All PCs*\n\n*Duration: 1 hour*\n\n*Effects:*\n\n*Item Degradation(Armor): All armor and clothing unequipped for duration*\n\n*Foe Summon: type=Succubus, position=5 ft in front of target, attitude=friendly,posture=sultry*\n\n*Status Effect: Charmed (nearest Succubus)*\n\n*Status Effect: Cursed - unable to equip armor or clothing*\n\n*Status Effect: Cursed - must be in physical contact with (nearest Succubus)*\n\n*Status Effect: Sealed - skills and spells cannot be used*\n\n*Status Effect: Forced Motion - randomly select from (grind.emote,hump.emote,moan.emote,kiss.emote,hug.emote) every 5 seconds*\n\n*Haptic Feedback: pain = 0%, all other = 300%*\n\n\\---------------------------------------\n\nOpen to feedback"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Stuck in the Elevator
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"content": "Nathan was never this nervous.\n\nEven in front of the biggest, fattest and greediest of company executives, he never lost his cool. Every negotiation or takeover he took part in was success.\n\nThis was a new situation for Nathan. Something he never experienced, something he never expected.\n\nNot even his abnormal yet serendipitous affliction had ever exacted such immense pressure on him.\n\nTwo women stared longingly at the short, effeminate man standing casually in the back of the elevator cabin. Nathan pretended that their gazes did not phase him. That their stares upon his short, feminine frame and cute girly face were non-existent. That they couldn't possibly see his wide hips and stiffening compact package through his black slacks. And that the tents in the crotches of their dresses were but mirages.\n\nHe simply peered forward through his casually unkempt platinum bangs, as if the ladies ogling him were figments of his imagination.\n\nIf they were simply images made by the mind, they were incredibly vivid.\n\nOne tanned, brunette woman with a braid over one shoulder and a chest brimming through her blouse, was the better at hiding it out of the two. She looked in the opposite direction, but stared at Nathan through the mirror panels that lined the elevator's interior. Even though Nathan could see her just as well as she could see him, she attempted to hide the tenting erection that grew under her miniskirt by covering it and pushing it down with both hands.\n\nAnother woman, a talkative ginger with free and flowing hair and set of gigantic knockers was much less subtle. She chatted up Nathan, and even wrapped her arm around him. His head barely reached her neck, and his face was mashed against her left breast. The bright red cocktail dress she wore struggled to conceal her breasts, and her cock poked out noticeably against the fabric of her knee-cut dress.\n\n\"You're that kid millionaire, right? Nathan Nexus? That's amazing! I'm Stella O'Derren. I can't believe we share a building! How come I've never seen you here before?\"\n\nBoth women were immensely beautiful, Nathan did internally admit, finding himself in turn gazing upon them both. Hard not to do when the ginger, who Nathan had since discovered goes by \"Stella\", was being all physical and buddy-buddy.\n\n\"I'm 23, actually. I just have a... 'condition' that makes me look younger. And I just moved offices. The last one had a lazy view of the harbor.\" Nathan tried to keep his cool, and his well trained poker-face held up well.\n\nThe tanned brunette seemed a bit shy. She occasionally opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't find a good place to interject.\n\n\"Does it also make you totally cute? Because that's what it looks like its doing. Doesn't it?\" She turned to the colored brunette woman, who simply responded with a nod and a smile.\n\nThe elevator car shook violently and the lights died out, leaving the trio in total darkness for several minutes. The quake of the cabin threw the three of them off their balance and in the darkness none of them could make sense of anything.\n\nThe emergency power sparked on, and the safety lights flickered on. A soft amber glow that attempted to allow the passengers just enough sight to navigate their meager surroundings.\n\nNathan felt the pleasant softness on both his front and back, as if his body had been caught by a less neck-shattering and more pleasant smelling set of airbags.\n\nWhen Nathan was able to see again, he found himself the meat between two buns of a person-sandwich. Stella was behind him and the brunette was in front of him. His face was shoved in-between the mocha-hued woman's tits by the force of the quake. It was an odd occurrence, especially since he was closer to Stella than the other woman.\n\n\"A... are you two alright? Anything broken? I'm a doctor... so...\" The unnamed mistress stuttered. She didn't seem to mind Nathan being wedged into her cleavage like a doorstop. He eventually climbed out and took a breath before responding. \"I'm fine, thank you. Ms Stella, how about you?\"\n\n\"I'm alive! My hearts racing like crazy! That was really scary!\" She uttered, arms around Nathan as if he would somehow be a secure object in these circumstances.\n\nA chime rings over the intercom.\n\n\"To all passengers of the elevator cars, we apologize for the inconvenience. The main power to the building has been cut off for unknown reasons. Please stand by, we will have it back on shortly. Staff will be on their way to evacuate cars that are near floor entrances.\" \n\nNathan sighs as he begins to draw off of the brunette. He catches sight of the key-card hanging around her neck that identifies her as 'Karina Berring'. While it was pleasant to learn her name, Nathan decides that laying on the floor until they're saved wasn't an amazing idea and attempts to rise up to his feet. However, he finds himself unable.\n\nGrunting a bit, he tries to shake out of the woman's strangely strong grasp. \"Ms Stella, mind letting me g-?\"\n\nCold air softly drifts over Nathan's plump white ass, much to his surprise. \n\nStella had tore his slacks and boxers apart and her hands now groped his Caucasian cheeks with much gusto. She spread his butt-cheeks apart and uncovered a taut pink asshole twitching in between them. Before he could shout in confusion and protest Stella slapped his hole with her wet slimy tongue.\n\nNathan grasped at the carpet below, but it was too short to catch in between his fingers.\n\nKarina placed her round mocha lips upon Nathan's and invaded his mouth with her taster, and it was just as warm and damp as the tongue besieging his back-door.\n\nKarina also seemed to exhibit abnormal strength, as she grabbed Nathan's dainty fingers and effortlessly placed one upon her throbbing black cock. The other simply upon her breast. She held both of his hands in place, both ordering Nathan to fondle and stroke.\n\n*To be continued...?*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A down on her luck actress contemplates an offer from the Love+ Corporation to license her likeness, voice, and mannerisms for a new model of intimate personal companion.
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"content": "Aurora rested her head against the cold window. Her eyes dashed from raindrop to raindrop as they slid down the glass and out of view. When she tired of focusing on the rain, Aurora rose her gaze to the sidewalks of the Sunset Strip as her driver weaved them in and out of traffic. Her eyes followed people in jackets and umbrella's running from cover to cover, trying to stay dry.\n\nAbove them all, Aurora's own likeness smiled down from a billboard. *Share an intimate evening with Aurora* the ad promised in an elegant, gold script. The billboard could have been a still from the first film Aurora had stared in more than twenty years ago, lounging sideways on a couch in a set of lingerie almost too indecent for public. Though, Aurora knew the woman posing for the billboard wasn't her, and wasn't even a living thing.\n\nThe second Aurora hit the scene, she was a star. Her resume was longer than actresses twice her age, and she even had a small shelf for her Oscar and three Golden Globes in her home tucked up in the Hollywood hills. On top of her raw acting talent, she didn't have any hesitation about striping down in front of the camera. Aurora's first fully nude scene was only a three second shot, but the GIF circulated the internet in a day of the film releasing. She was thrilled when she got to perform steamy sex scenes. Every walk down the red carpet was another chance to show off a classy, yet extremely revealing gown. What could she say? She was proud of her body and loved the attention.\n\nMarketing agents loved her more. But that love faded with time. There was always a hot new face to replace the tiring old ones.\n\n\"Old...?\" Aurora muttered to herself. She continued staring out the rain-soaked windows as her driver took turn after turn, climbing the hills. There was nothing to look at except the tall hedges hiding her wealthy neighbors glamorous homes. So she returned to following the trails of raindrops as she remembered her meeting with David at Love+.\n\n\"It will be our most life-like personal companion we have created yet!\" David, a surprisingly conservative looking older gentleman excitedly explained in his office.\n\n\"You mean a sex doll?\" Aurora had asked.\n\n\"No, no, no.\" David emphatically shook his hand as he paced. \"Dolls are inanimate. At Love+ we craft virtual companions for our customers. They move, they talk, they react to touch... It's a true wonder of modern mechanics. Really, you have to try it sometime! And I want you to help us make the next leap forward in realism.\"\n\nAurora couldn't help stifle a smile at his enthusiasm for the project and enthusiasm for her, \"I'm flattered, but don't you want someone for your model who's a little more, I dunno, *exciting* right now? I haven't had a gig past some throwaway role in a few years now. What about Laura...\"\n\nDavid put up a hand to stop Aurora before she could continue, \"Aurora, baby doll, you are a perennial beauty. You age like fine wine, only more beautiful with ever year! And think of my customers. This isn't some toy for horny teenagers, my dear. This is a work of art we will create! My products are top notch, and therefore, demand top dollar. My customers sat in the theater twenty years ago and dreamed they could be the ones under the sheets with you instead of Chad Duncan, and now they have the money to pay for that experience!\" The exuberant CEO sat down at his desk with a \"humph.\" \n\nHe rummaged through a desk while Aurora felt her cheeks flush. It was a nice to feel that rush of being wanted that she was so soaked in during her first few years in Hollywood. \"Ah, yes,\" David continued, \"speaking of money...\" and he slid a paper across the desk to Aurora. She had come accustomed to a specific lifestyle when she was working constantly. With no work lined up currently, she was coasting on residuals, and that wasn't enough. The line of zeros after the dollar sign and a promise of a percent of each model sold was all the motivation she need to sign her likeness away to David.\n\nBack at her home, Aurora dashed from her car under cover of her porch, trying to avoid getting too drenched. One by one she flicked on her lights and kicked off her shoes. She dropped her jacked on a chair and slowly walked down the hall. She hadn't been in the back closet since the thing had arrived. David promised it to her for free, she felt she couldn't refuse. He said he was so proud of his work she just had to have one.\n\nAurora turned the knob gently and the door swung open silently, then flipped open the clasps on the big, white box inside. It was like a coffin standing on it's end. As the box opened, Aurora stood face to face with herself.\n\nIt was quite remarkable, she had to admit. Almost like looking in a mirror twenty years in the past. She demanded David make one customization for her. The companion had short, fire-red hair. A style Aurora had never wore. She just thought it would feel too weird if it looked exactly like she ever had.\n\nOtherwise, it looked exactly like her wearing bright red lingerie and a pair of thigh high socks. Aurora ran her fingers over the model's skin. It was smoother than her own. It's breasts perkier, stomach flatter, thighs more defined, but it's face was identical. She traced it's jaw line to a spot back behind it's ear. For the only time since David had delivered the model last year, Aurora flipped the little switch.\n\nThe companion took a slow, deep breath and her eyes gently fluttered open. \"Hello, Aurora, glad to see you again,\" the model greeted Aurora in her own voice.\n\n(continued...)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: it is not unheard of for adventurers to sell their gear to pay their ressurection fees, but it tenda to leave them rather... In need of new gear with little coin to afford it.
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"content": "\"How much did you say it costs again?\" Shana could not believe her ears. \n\n\"500,000 credits.\" The petite woman behind the counter said with a sweet smile.\n\n\"Are you kidding me? It was only 10,000 the last time!\" 500,000 credits. Shana was beyond stunned. She had managed to save up quite a sum since the last time she needed to pay the ridiculous resurrection fee. She had just started out adventuring then and did not have much so she liquidated all her assets then. She would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy what she did to earn some coin after, the thought of having to scrimp and save all over again was annoying, to put it mildly.\n\n\"Prices change, my dear.\" The woman unrolled a scroll and studied it. \"It seems like you have 200,000 in your bank...Oh! Yes, this should do nicely. You co-\"\n\nShana raised her hand to stop the woman mid-sentence and sighed. \"Let me guess. I'm going to have to sell my gear, don't I?\"\n\nShe just got a smile and a nod in return. \"Fuck.\" *I'm going to make that asshole suffer when I get back*, she thought. \"Fine,\" she said flatly.\n\n\\#\n\nShana stepped through the portal. Her whole body tingled, whether it was because she was naked or because that's how ressing felt like, she did not know or care. Looking around the transitional plane, everyone there was in their birthday suit. Not one person in so much as a loincloth. No one could afford the fee, it seemed.\n\nShe took in a deep breath as she stepped out of the plane and into the overworld again. The air was crisp and cool. At least the weather was nice.\n\nShana entered the whorehouse situated beside the spawn portal. The smell of cum, sex and sweat filled her nose as she strode to the counter.\n\n\"I need some gear.\" She summoned a scroll containing a list of things she needed and handed it to the counter staff, a cute naked blonde.\n\n\"Certainly, miss.\" She took the scroll and read its contents. \"Hmmm...\"\n\n\"Is there a problem?\"\n\n\"Oh, no, miss. It's just that it might take a while for you to earn enough to afford all these. Dragonscale, phoenix down, leviathan hide...they don't come cheap.\"\n\n\"I know. I understand that there's an accelerated program?\" Shana heard rumours, whispers. But when she asked, those female adventurers simply giggled and asked her to try it out for herself.\n\n\"You would be correct. However, it would still take a week of service.\"\n\n\"A week? That's not too bad. I'll do it.\"\n\n\"Are you sure?\" the blonde asked.\n\nShana nodded without thinking.\n\n\"In that case, please follow me.\" She beckoned Shana to go around the counter and into the back room. The blonde led them down a flight of stairs into a dungeon. Heavy doors flanked the dimly lit corridor. Moans and screams of pleasure echoed through. \n\nThe blonde turned into an open room. Shana was starting to regret not asking what the accelerated program entailed. A lone post with cuffs and straps stood in the middle of the room. There was another door opposite the one they came in from. \n\nThe blonde gestured towards the post. \"Please lay on top facing the ground.\"\n\nShana stepped forward gingerly and bent over the post. Then the blonde cuffed her wrists and ankles, and tied her down by her torso. \n\n\"Are you comfortable?\" she asked sweetly.\n\n\"I think so?\" \n\n\"Good.\" The blonde then produced a vial containing a blue liquid. \"You'll want to drink this. It'll make things easier,\" she said with a wink.\n\nShana hesitated for a moment before allowing her to pour the potion into her mouth. It tasted of nothing. \"What was that?\"\n\n\"Don't worry about it.\" The blonde stroked her fiery red hair. \"I'll see you in a week!\" And shut the door they came from. \n\nShana rubbed her thighs together. She was getting wet. Pressure built around her crotch. *God, when was the last time I got this horny?* she thought. She needed to be filled, and soon. With her hands tied down, there was no way she could pleasure herself.\n\nThe door behind her opened and footsteps followed. Shana yelped as a pair of hands groped her ass. She craned her neck back to see a man wearing nothing but a mask covering the top half of his face. Her eyes widen when she saw his penis. There was no way that was a natural size. The guy was hung like a horse, literally. \n\nHe smirked, rubbing the tip of his member over her slit, teasing her. She whined and pushed her ass back towards him, begging him. \n\nShana felt his breath by her neck. \"You want it bad, don't you?\" he whispered in a low voice. It only turned her on more. She bit her lips and nodded frantically.\n\nShana felt the man push into her, letting out a gasp, moaning as he inched deeper into her, stretched her wider than ever before. It felt too good. Shana pushed back as much as her shackles allowed, her wet cunt hungry for more. \n\nThe man eventually managed to stuff his monster of a penis into her. Shana didn't know how it was possible. She didn't care. All she cared was that it felt amazing. \n\nHe started thrusting, slowly at first, then gradually picked up the pace. Shana clenched her fists and screamed in pleasure. She was filled and stretched to her limits. The pressure built up, she could feel it coming.\n\n\"Fuck. Yes. Faster. Faster,\" she moaned, arching her back as much as she could. \"Harder. Fuck me harder!\"\n\nHe obliged, slamming into her harder and harder each time. \n\n\"Oh, fuck me. Yes. I'm coming. I'm coming! I'm coming!\" Waves of pleasure spread through Shana, her orgasm sending her into a fugue state of bliss and pleasure. Her body shook uncontrollably, her eyes rolled back.\n\nThat did not stop the man. He continued to pound into her with reckless abandon, squeezing her ass as he went, with seemingly boundless stores of energy. \n\nHer climax was just subsiding when Shana felt another one building. The pressure stronger than before. She could only moan and cry out as the sensation of being stretched pleasured her. Then a new jolt of pleasure came. This time from a different place. The man had jammed his finger into her ass, fingering her while he thoroughly violated her pussy.\n\nThis pushed her over the edge. \"Oh my god! Fuck! I'm co- I'm coming!\" she screamed as her body shook again. It hit her, stronger than the last. She could not muster the strength to form words, just sounds of agonising pleasure.\n\nShe did not know how much time had pass. The man must have fucked her for hours, giving her orgasms after orgasms, all without stopping or showing signs of fatigue. Her mind was in a haze. Her body was cramping and convulsing in pain and pleasure within the restraints. She had forgotten why she was there. The only thing that mattered was that monster cock filling her up.\n\nEventually, though, the man did finish. He bent over her and squeezed her flopping breasts as he rammed into her. She felt his cock tense up inside her, felt him unload an ungodly amount of cum into her, then felt him pull out of her, giving her one last trembling orgasm. By the end, she was panting and gasping, trying to catch her breath, cum leaking out of her and down her legs.\n\nShe yelped as he slapped her ass. When she finally gathered the strength to crane her neck back, he was already gone.\n\nThe front door opened and blondie came back in.\n\n\"Did you enjoy yourself?\"\n\nShe could only nod slightly.\n\nBlondie placed another vial by her lips. The potion was blue like before but the colour was much darker this time. \"Drink. This will replenish your energy.\"\n\nShe gulped it down eagerly and immediately felt her strength return. The cramps and sores were no more. \"Thank you. What is that?\"\n\n\"It's a mix of aphrodisiac and strength potion with a little magic mixed in.\" Blondie walked around to her ass. \"It heightens your arousal and sensitivity while allowing you to take sizes that would normally tear up your insides. The one I gave you before was much milder, though. It was only a primer before the big guy. I'm surprised you had such a strong reaction to it.\"\n\n*Big guy? You mean that man wasn't big?* Shana was already having trouble concentrating. She was wet again. \n\n\"Ah, I see you're ready for your next customer.\" She ran her hand over Shana's ass and pinched. \"But this won't do. You need to be cleaned up.\"\n\n*Cleaned up? How?* Shana thought. And answer, blondie did.\n\nShe licked Shana's pussy, drinking her juice and the cum from the man before. Her tongue ran over her dripping cunt and engorged clit with skill like Shana had not got from a man. Blondie licked and swallowed, building a climax within Shana. A climax that never came. \n\nShe lifted her face from Shana and walked in front of the redhead, licking her cum stained lips. \"Now you're ready,\" she said with a smile that could be mistaken for innocence. \"Welcome to the next seven days of your life. And might I add that it will be the best seven days of your life so far.\" She left the room with a wink."
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"content": "It started in October of 2022. \n\nI had been working as a launderer for Duke, some rich guy from upper Pennywall. Duke makes these fantastic little machines that he uses to reinforce his little underground empire. He paid me pretty well, and got me access to these cameras that he somehow has hooked up all over town, so I was pretty loyal to the guy. \n\nOne day, while I was running some cash through the counters, I heard the door behind me click. I had originally assumed it was one of the little metal spiders that Duke used to guard his buildings. Sadly, for me, it wasn't. Turns out, it was some two-bit super heroine named Telly Kelly, some girl fresh out of high school who somehow managed to get her hands on some telekinetic powers. (She had always been cute, but a bit too skinny for my liking.)\n\nLong story short, I was beaten, bound, and imprisoned. Duke tried for bail, but since the Stick had arrested me, she could make up any amount of information that would put me behind bars without any hope of leaving.\n\nOnce they hauled me to the big house, they immediately threw me in a cell and seemingly forgot about me. Food came each day, but that was basically it. I was bored senseless.\n\nThen, one night, like the great sleeping visions of the Greek Oracles, I had a dream. \n\nI was floating down a river surrounded by a flat, infinite, grassy plain. After a few minutes of gently being rocked like a baby, I hit a bank, and was forced to get up. When I was standing, I saw a weird floating symbol of a spool of thread, seemingly drawn by shiny green chalk in the air. The instant I saw it, everything else went black, and the dream ended with that thread branded in my mind.\n\nI woke in a sweat, and shot out of bed. The dream had left me with a feeling of joy, and as my eyes scanned the front of my cell, I felt a grin crack across my mouth. I felt the cold steel of the cell, and felt the hot steam arising from the coffee within a mug held by an officer just around the corner. I felt the sun striking the floor across the hall, and the refrigerator's cold metal in the officer's break room. I felt everything the world had for me, and more. But most importantly, I felt the world stop as I pictured it doing so. I saw a small red thread dangling in front of me, and I stepped closer to grab it. I felt the small strand of thread in my hand. The thread led to the steel bars of the cell, and as I fingered the thread in my grip, I realized just what it meant. \n\nThe world froze as I spoke my will. I didn't think about what I was saying, but something was telling me what to say. *\"SHATTER!\"* I roared, and the second my command left my mouth, the solid steel dowels bent, cracked, and broke like a pane of glass after being struck by a cannon ball. The guard around the corner screamed in fear and fell out of his chair, but I already had found his string. *\"Burst.\"* I said after a brief chuckle. He screamed for a moment, but blood poured from his mouth as he died, his heart exploding in his ribcage.\n\nNobody else there was a match for me. I did the world a favor by going around and getting rid of the other prisoners in the complex, and every guard I saw died the exact same way as the first. Well, all of them but one, that is.\n\nAs I rounded a corner to deal with more prisoners, I saw my first true victim, a latina prison guard that I used to watch all the time on Duke's cameras. I never knew her name, but now as I stood in front of her and the world screeched to a halt, I knew I had her in the palm of my hands. Literally. The string attached to her, tied around her neck like a leash, was firmly in my grasp, and my mind raced with the different desires I felt.\n\nMy grin widened as time began to tick again, and she drew her gun. *\"Cum.\"* I commanded, watching her with anticipation. As her face began to recoil in pleasure, I finally realized just how much this newfound power could do.\n\n(Gonna cut that there. If y'all want more, just let me know. I'll probably write up the rest of that scene, either way, but if y'all want more beyond that, just let me know.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While not the most well endowed, he had always had a somewhat sensitive dick. But now after a vaguely worded geni wish. "I wish i had a large, sensitive penis" he feels like he's going to explode as his pants rub against his now oversized buldge.
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"content": "\"I wish I had a large, sensitive penis,\" Tom said to the genie.\n\nThe genie pursed the forehead of its guise (a blue-skinned man with bizzare hair) and promptly snapped its fingers.\n\nImmediately, Tom felt his flaccid penis lengthen severly. As it stretched out his underwear it rubbed against the smooth cotton and began to harden. Soon, Tom was carrying an erection the length of his forearm, with the same width as his calf. Tom felt light headed, his blood had flown almost entirely towards his nether regions.\n\n\"OH THE LINEN!\" Tom's rigid tool poked out of his underwear into his rough, hemp trousers. Even though, as a trader, he could have afforded better, Tom had decided that linen was the most durable choice for garments. This unfortunate option was now a severely regretted choice as the textured fabric started to rub against his engorged head.\n\nTom was brought so much pleasure that he collapsed to the ground. This movement caused more rubbing on Tom's gargantuan erection, and this time it flung up and slapped Tom's leg as he landed on the ground.\n\nFeeling the intense waves of pleasure from his movement, precum began to leak out of the head of Tom's cock, but this liquid only brought more stimuli to the already precarious situation.\n\nAs Tom neared the edge of orgasm, he called out and moaned. The genie, who had assumed the guise of a large, penis shaped statue, said, \"That's your final wish Tom. I'll have quite some fun watching you come over and over again, and die of dehydration. I hope you don't mind if I borrow your body after that then.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Kelly(blonde), Karla(green) are the two final contestants in the gameshow "Can you blow it?". For the final challenge the contestants have to deepthroat a double ended dildo. Whoever gags first loses, leaving the winner with 1m dollars. However, if they manage to kiss they both get 500k each.
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"content": ">Author's Note: Contains people who do anything for money, hypnosis, and a gameshow.\n\nKarla looked across the stage, and met sight with the blonde girl that had made it to finals. In tow her burly keeper that she accompanied. Finally, the entrance in front of her illuminated and she stepped forward to enter.\n\n\"Coming in from the impressive Quarterfinals against the exotic Mikeala and blasting past the well-endowed webcam wonder Wanda in her semifinals. She's green-haired, green-eyed, but not at all green herself, it's Karla!\" Mr. D, the moderator of the evening roared, his microphone loud enough to be heard clearly despite the rapid applause she was receiving. Karla walked onto the main stage and shook the clothed man's hand. \"Good to see you, Karla. Now, ever since you bested Wanda, people here, they wanted to know... What makes you want to stay here, best all the others contestants that stood between you and here...\"\n\nHe was trying to elicit a sob story, surely, but Karla wasn't keen on feeding that in. \"Well, Mr. D, I'm a simple girl, I guess. There isn't much about it. I'm a slut for cock, a slut for rubber toys, and yes, also a slut for money. Figures I go for gold here, don't you think?\"\n\nMr. D feigned to stifle a chuckle. \"A- A slut for dicks, dildos and dosh, yeah? Well, I'm actually *not* that certain about inter-business relationships, but for the other two, we can give it to you! Can't we, everyone?\" The audience cheered loudly, and Karla tried to respect the gesture in spite of the audience members' less than admirable qualities.\n\n\"Well, we can see, Karla here, she's not green, no. She's red, fuming, she wants that cash, badly! Now, let's take a look at who's trying to stop her!\" With a gesture, he directed the cameras towards the other entrance, from which the familiar blonde came towards the two, her hunk in tow.\n\nAgain, the announcer riled the viewers up: \"The mysteriously quiet country girl with the patience of a goddess, you have seen her when she won against the Sucky-Fucky twins and who could forget her semifinals against Dick Tracey, where she not only outblew the poor gal, but also blew her off as a consolidation price. It's the hypnotically calm, country hick: Kelly!\" And again, the applause was deafening, as Karla focused on remaining calm. It's a show, it's an act, there is no personal vendetta here at stake.\n\n\"Well, Kelly, that's quite a statement, to come in here with a boyfriend. I bet some of the people watching tonight just had their hearts broken. How come you show him now, Kelly?\"\n\nKelly remained quiet, and the guy that loomed over her next to her nodded, said \"Go ahead, babydoll.\"\n\n\"Well, I always listen to him, you know, and, like, when he was reading this thing and said \"*Hey, babydoll, you should try and win this thing*\", I was worried people were gonna, like, be totally envious, y'know? And, well, I offered him to just, well, stay out while I do what I do, I guess. But now... I want him here, yeah. He should be here, when I win. It's his win as much as mine.\"\n\nAn resounding \"Aww\" resonated through the audience as the country bumpkin doted over her boytoy. Mr. D continued: \"Well, from the sounds of it, you seem quite certain that you will win, doesn't it? Do I take it that you seem certain that you can, if not get the million, at least catch Karla here in the middle.\"\n\nAgain, Kelly looked to her cock-on-a-dock and as he nodded, she replied: \"Well, yes! I won't give up. No matter what. I won't give up. Like, I promised, and, I wouldn't, well, lie to my love, you see? I wanna marry one day, and, err, my paps used to say, how's it going... Oh, yes: \"*A Marriage can't be build on lies and betrayal, dear*\", that's what he kept saying. And, like, he's been married for a billion years with mum, so, you just nod, just have to agree, right? So, I hope Karla here can get along with only getting like half a million, max. Sorry.\" The false apology was met with a glare from Karla's side.\n\nThe moderator took the word again, and looked towards the audience. \"Well, ladies and gentlemen, I think I speak for all when I say that the conviction on these two ladies is astounding. Now, let's get the main act ready, for the finale, of...\" \n\nThe audience cried with him for this. \"Can! You! Blow! It!\", they cried, breaking into cheers as they finished and the hydraulics lifted the final challenge to the stage.\n\n\"Now, avid viewers may remember it, but here's a refresher. With 14 inches on each side, a flexible tip along with a hardened jointed base and a thickness of 1.8 inches across, Mr Doubledipper is a beast of a challenge, one that all contestant had to sign off on before they joined. The challenge is simple: Suck the dick on one end, as the other party sucks on the other. Deepthroat it and get it deeper and deeper. If you gag or retreat wholly from the cock, you're out. And you keep going until you two meet in the middle to tie, or you are the last person standing. The winner leaves with one million dollars, and the loser leaves with nothing. Kelly, are you ready?\"\n\nKelly nodded, and assumed position.\n\n\"Karla, are you ready?\"\n\nKarla, too assumed position, quipping. \"Since I joined, Mr. D.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She’s always wanted to try getting Double Penetrated, but finding two guys down for a threesome is surprisingly difficult. One day after coming home and walking in on her roommates engaged in a literal dick measuring contest, she realizes her chance may have just finally arrived.
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"content": "Rachel asked dropped her keys on the tile floor and the clatter grabbed their attention. \"What, the actual, fuck?\n\nScott and Ben were standing in the living room, behind a makeshift curtain made from her bedsheet that hid most of their bodies from the neck down. Two holes had been neatly cut in the sheet, and their erect penises protruded from each of them. Scott looked up and waved to her. \"We're almost done Rach, give us a minute. You ready lose, Ben?\"\n\n\"I was going to ask you the same question,\" his roommate replied. Ben held a small laser pointer on the curtain rod and pointed it down, and Scott did the same with a laser of his own. They slowly raised the pointers and the red dots trailed down their cocks, until they fell off the tips and hit a large piece of cardboard on the floor.\n\n\"Rachel, it's good that you're here,\" Ben said. \"Can you grab that T-square and mark the dots on the board?\" \n\n\"You know that a dick measuring contest is a figure of speech, right?\" she said as she kneeled down to mark the spots. \"You have to bring those back to the lab when you're done, and you owe me a new bedsheet.\" Over the past few months of living with her coworkers, Rachel had gotten used to their quirks, their obsessions for absolute answers, but their lack of certain boundaries took the longest. At least they paid the rent on time.\n\n\"Who's is longer Rach?\" \n\n\"If you set up your experiment correctly, then you're the lucky winner,\" she said, pointing to Scott. He pulled away from the sheet and pumped his fists. As he danced and twirled in a tight circle, she watched his naked form with a less-than-clinical interest. \n\n\"Okay, fine,\" Ben said with a sigh. \"You win on length, but I still have the advantage on volume.\"\n\n\"Wait, you guys ran *other* tests?\"\n\n\"Of course! There was so much to measure: girth, volume, curvature, tensile strength...\"\n\n\"That one hurt,\" Scott interjected. He pointed to the spring scale on the kitchen counter with a black leather ring on its end. \n\n\"Boys, boys,\" Rachel started, \"you're measuring the wrong thing.\" She wrapped an arm over each of their shoulders and brought them closer. \"Did it ever occur to either of you, that the true measure of one's cock is the pleasure you give to your partner?\"\n\n\"Pfft,\" Scott said. \"Subjective bias. The only way we could mitigate that is to get a large enough sample pool and well, just *look* at us. There's no way we could clear the margin of error.\"\n\n\"*I* could,\" Ben retorted. \n\n\"Shut up, you're ridiculous bravado is what got us to this point.\" Scott pulled away from them and slumped down on the couch.\n\n\"Get up,\" Rachel said. She tore the bedsheet off the rack and threw it on him. \"I don't want your naked ass leaving a mark. Listen, in the interest of science I want to help you guys settle this debate.\"\n\n\"What, you're gonna fuck us?\" Ben said, sitting down on the sheet next to Scott.\n\n\"Well, why not? You're both attractive, don't you find me attractive?\" She turned around and bent over slightly, wagging her ample bottom at them. \"Haven't either of you thought about having sex with me?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" they replied quickly at the same time. \n\n\"Ahem, yes,\" Scott stammered, \"but that doesn't matter, there's no test that would be fair. Whoever goes first will have an advantage.\"\n\n\"Your problem,\" she said as she kneeled before them, \"is that you're thinking sequentially. I think we can run the test *in parallel*.\" Rachel slowly licked her lips until they there glossy, making sure that both of them were watching. She slid her hands over their inner thighs and their cocks twitched to life. She cupped their balls at the same time and Ben was the first to moan. \"See Scott? Ben's into it. Aren't you?\" She stroked behind Scott's balls with her index finger and he closed his eyes. Rachel began to massage their balls until they spread the legs apart. She could smell their cocks as they became more aroused. It was starting to get her own juices flowing and she loved it.\n\n\"Stand close to each other,\" she commanded. They rose from the couch and stood hip-to-hip, and Rachel brought them even closer together until their cocks touched. She gripped them both in one hand and began to stroke. \n\n\"Oh, fuck,\" Ben groaned. He began to leak pre-cum as she moved her hand up and down. \"That, that feels good.\"\n\n\"How does it feel for you, Scott?\" she asked. Scott was nonverbal, looking for a place to put his hands, but nodded in agreement.\n\nRachel scooched closer and licked the tight gap between their shafts, then opened her mouth wide. \"Ohh, fhhck,\" she mumbled as she slipped both heads into her mouth. She gripped each of their asses for leverage and tried to close her mouth but she couldn't quite make it seal. As her tongue circled around them, her drool coated their shafts. Her cheeks distended slightly as their heads pushed into them. \n\nScott put a hand on her head and ran his fingers through her hair. \"Are you alright? Can you tell yet?\"\n\n\"Tell wuh?\" she replied, between slurps.\n\n\"The...fuck...the measurement,\" Ben said. \n\nRachel had forgotten the reason why she was sucking their cocks, hoping they had too. She popped off and fell backwards onto the floor, spit running down her cheeks and chin. \"Sorry boys, that wasn't the test, that was just a preparation.\"\n\n\"Preparation for what?\"\n\nRachel peeled off her shirt and shed her pants, revealing matching black panties and a bra. She stood up and grabbed them both by their slick cocks and led them back to her room. \"Get on the bed,\" she commanded as she unhooked her bra. She threw condoms for each of them and they rolled them onto their shafts. Ben reached for her breast and she batted it away. \"Not yet.\" She straddled Scott at his hips and began to slide her wet pussy over his shaft. \"It's time for a real parallel test.\" \n\n\"It's *not* a parallel test,\" Scott quipped. \"One of us will be in... and the other will be in... number two...\"\n\nRachel grabbed a bottle of lube and motioned for Ben come closer. His cock rested between her ass cheeks as he took his position. She squeezed a generous amount of lube on their cocks, then shook her head and put a finger over Scott's lips. \"Trust me, I'm going to take you both in my pussy.\"\n\n\"At the same time?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" she cooed, sliding forward. She reached behind and grabbed both cocks, rolling them around her pussy. \"For science.\" Rachel leaned back until her pussy swallowed their heads at the same time. \"Oh fuck, yes!\" she screamed. \n\nBen moaned and gripped her waist. The tight feeling around his cock sent waves of pleasure over his body and he began to lurch forward, but Rachel's hand kept him from plunging deeper. She controlled the experiment and its pace.\n\n\"Oh god, fuck yes,\" she moaned, letting them slide a little more. The sensation of her pussy being stretched by their cocks was intense. She reached down with her free hand and began to play with her clit. Her entire sex was on fire and she bit her lip to keep from screaming louder. Her muscles began to pulse, tightening and releasing as they looked for a common rhythm. Scott grabbed her breasts and began to thrust his hips but Ben's weight on his legs prevented him from moving too much. Scott and Ben's cocks started to move out of sync, and they slid in and out of her pussy with alternating motions. It felt like she was being fucked twice as fast by a demon cock. Rachel's eyes fluttered as she came for the first time, the feeling of release washing over her body.\n\nBen was not far behind, pulling out before he came. The tip of the condom swelled with his load, which he milked faster by himself. Scott moved his hands to her ass and began to fuck her with more earnest thrusts until he came inside her. She slid off of him and his come leaked from the bottom of the condom as he began to shrink. They all collapsed on the bed with arms and legs entwined.\n\n\"So, who won, Rach?\" Scott asked with short breaths.\n\n\"*I* did,\" Rachel replied, kissing them both. \"And that's two bedsheets you guys owe me.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She moaned loudly to ensure the taverns attention was on the golem pinning her down on the stage, fucking her tirelessly like there was no tomorrow. This isn't something she usually does, but finally ending a sexual dry spell and getting paid for it was definitely worth the audience.
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"content": "\"Eyaaaaaa!\" A cry rang out, not exactly forced out but just added to the flow of it. It was a healthy mix of surprise and excitement... Exprisement? Exprisement sounded nice. Almost as nice as the thought of what was coming next. A dry spell soon over, a handful of gold in the pocket, and a coochie full of clockwork golem. Cockwork.\n\nNeedless to say, yelps garner attention. Some lady looked, if for a glimpse before turning aside in a blush. A sellsword, probably too poor to afford a real wench, was trying hard not to make his interest too obvious. And the barkeep was grinning.\n\nThe golem affixed me to the ground with one hand, the rough hunk of stone, metal and magic that it was... Has it been so long? I ready myself for what I surmise to be a bit of a limb-stretcher.\n\nMy legs are parted open, bending roughly. Nothing a potion couldn't fix, a potion that was only a fraction of what I was getting. Another yelp, this time a bit more pained. Dexterity wasn't a focus on this golem, that's a given. The lady turned away, she mutters with a hand before her own mouth in shock. \"Is she really gonna...?\" She can't speak it out, whether due to etiquette or inexperience I can't tell. I hope she can tell that I want this, will enjoy this.\n\nMaybe a verbal remind-\n\n\"Aaaaauugghh!\" I cry out, as the golem enters. No foreplay, no courtesy. I'm taken, and at this point, I'm really okay with that. \"Fuuck...\"\n\nThe golem squishes my cushioned stature against the floor, dusty and dirty as it is, and he drives his appendage, thankfully lubricated by spellwork in an act of preparation by the golem's maker. I wince in pain, and grit my teeth. \n\n\"Aww- Oohh... Nngh, ow, uuh, mmmhh...\"\n\nI missed the rough, brutal sex, ever since Chalkstone Basin, iI- it's been hard. Huh, it's really been a while. As long as I get used to this pain, it's gonnaaAAAAAAAAAA-\n\nWhydidilookwhydidilooktheyallarestaringohgodohmantheyareallstaringatmeeventhatladyeeeeeep!\n\nI- god, they all are looking, that sellsword's even jerking it. I gotta get away - but what about the pay, and if not now, when next? It's been so long, maybe I can jus-\n\n\"Nnngh... Ah... ^^^god... \"\n\nI let the rough, teasing pain and pleasure spread through me as I fixate my face on the wooden tiles that make up the flooring. God, I must be blushy as fuck right now. I'm beet red, aren't I? That barkeeep knew, he fucking knew- I should have known, thought of it. There was a reason he was paying me to do his golem in here, why did I say yeeeeEEEEEEESSS!!!\n\nI... fuuuuuuuuck. That was the quietest I've ever been, and that bulk doesn't stop pounding. I appreciate the gesture, but it's really sensitive and shit and gosh that actually feels just like in Chalkstone Basin now doesn't it... Alright, you may have just creamed yourself, and are about a third of the way to repeating said offence, but keep calm and - oh god there are more why are there more coming in I could die in shame oh god oh gOD I'M GONNA-\n\n\"Aaaaaaaahhh!! Plea-AAaah! Don't lo-oh-oh-ohhhk!\"\n\nHaahh, haah, hauuuuhh... Okay, Nikia, your dry spell is broken, same goes for your dignity, so get off that golem and- No, don't hump back! I know it's been a while and you might become a bit freaky ever since that one time, but you gotta wrap it up- I, well I mean, after a round more, one for the road. It was a long time, after all, and the people, they look all so eager and happy, I can't exactly interrupt that can I, not to mention the golem- oh fuck the golem, he's so forceful, can I even - Hrrnnnggg! - nope, I am completely fucked. Well, shit. I, god, if he at least stopped pounding for a moment, I could, hah, think a bit clearer, think of a way this could- oh, ohh, again, alread-iiiiiihh!\n\nOh, fucking lord, I screamed, didn't I? My legs and arms feel like pudding, everything's so tingly- My god, it's just like Chalkstone Basin, except with more viewers, and less kind words. I miss that lady, why did I go away again? There, I got laid and happy, and, gosh, just remembering it makes me feel like on cloud nine- that, or my nerves can't feel the pain anymo- welp, that's not a good sign, I guess. Just my luck, getting out of there, getting not a single guy in bed and then being fucked in public for a handful of gold coin. I, fuck, I really miss, ah, miss her. She knew to get me off well, if I did what she said. And when she said I could cum, I'd-\n\n\"Yaaaarghhh!!! Mistress...\"\n\nMy sight's getting hazy. The others are starting to have fun of their own, that's nice... I guess I can go pass out, mistress... I know I deserve this, mistress. I left your home without reason, and now I show myself to others, even though you said to stay put, to just let mistress in control... \n\nI want to be back with you, mistress...\n\n***\n\nMy numb body jolted me awake, as I laid in the puddle of fluids. I raise myself from the wooden... floor? Huh? A cave? I look at my reflection in the puddle, as I see my reddened hair and blemish-free skin, and behind me, the chandelier on the ceiling of Chalkwater Basin.\n\n\"Mistress?\" I darted upwards, my achy legs pushed to their limit as I hastened to the bedchambers I was so familiar with. And in them, I saw her, in her beauty I missed. Her plump belly, well fed and adorned with the familiar, heart-shaped mark of black, her heart-shaped tail meekly moving about as I knew it, and her beautiful wings, they all were there, and i was here, with her.\n\n\"Mistress! I am so sorry!\" I started. \"I left you and went outside, and you had to get me back to you...\"\n\nMistress, motherly as always, rubbed the last of her sleep from her eyes. \"Hmm? Oh, my *Nikia*... You haven't been away a single day, and I didn't get you? Did you have a nightmare again?\"\n\n\"Eh?\" I froze in surprise. I didn't leave? But I was gone for so long, it must have been- I can't count how many weeks have passed. \"I- I wasn't gone?\"\n\n\"Of course you weren't, dear *Nikia*... I wouldn't let my protégé go away like that, you know that. Now, it's still so early in the night, let's rest a bit, okay?\"\n\n\"I... well...\"\n\nA smile from mistress was all that it took to melt my resistance away. \"I'll even let you join me in bed, okay?\"\n\n\"...Okay, Mistress!\""
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"content": "Harold was a standard, down-on-his-luck college student, hurrying home on a cool Tuesday evening past some fancy shmancy high rise buildings when a ratty old book fluttered down in front of him. His steps slowed, then paused in front of the book. He gave off a curious hum as he bent over and brushed off the cover of the book. \n\n\nIt was a curious old thing. Bound in a strange material and emanating some strange feeling, Harold couldn’t help but feel eyes on the back of his head, voices whispering in the bustling hum of a busy city, ghostly hands smoothing his shirt and tugging at his pants. \n\n\nHe stood up from his stooped position quickly, head turning to see no one else on the quiet street. He glanced up, shoulder length brown hair falling in brown eyes as a window slammed far above him. Shrugging at the strangeness of the situation, Harold rushed home to his small apartment. After working on an irritating English essay unsuccessfully for a few hours, he glanced once more at the strange old book. It was alluring in its mystery, with almost sensual leather sliding between his hands. He felt a sudden rush of embarrassment and arousal as he sat there with this book, and wondered at what laid within. \n\n\nAs he excitedly opened to the first page, his eyes were met with a blank page. Frowning, he turned to the next, then the next, until he’d ended up near the middle. The damn thing was blank. A ruse. \n\n\nHarold sighed, all previous excitement and sense of mystery quickly evaporating from the situation. The hour was late, and he tossed the book on his bedside table. The damn book could be used as a dream journal or perhaps as a notebook. It wasn’t anything interesting after all. \n\n\nLater that night, he laid in bed thinking of no one in particular. He slid a hand down the front of his pants and grasped his cock, envisioning *someone* dancing with him, erotic energy radiating off of them. Every movement captivated his attention, every hip shimmy and lip bite causing him to catch his breath and pant. An imaginary finger poked into his chest, and made its way down to his groin, teasing and groping at his manhood. A pair of lips melted into his, a tongue darting and daring at his, nibbling on his bottom lip. A scent indescribable loomed around him, and as the mysterious being wrapped their hand around his cock he grunted and came. A spurt of cum erupted out of his cock, covering his chest. Another splashed out onto his bedspread, and still another splashed down next to his head. As he laid there panting, Harold failed to notice the last spray having landed and then fading into the mystery book, with a faint violet glow emanating out of it. \n\n\n\n\n\nIf theres any demand, I’d be happy to continue this. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. Any and all advice is helpful and welcome. Also, a name better than fucking HAROLD would be splendid."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A pair of gods have been quarreling over the path of humanity for generations. One day they see two young men fighting over the affections of a young woman and decide to make a bet. Whoever choose the man to bed her first correctly wins. They’re starting to get creative with their meddling.
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"content": "I have to go to bed and I haven't finished this story yet. If you leave a comment I will tag you when I post the next part. I can't really say when that will be as I have assignments to hand in, but if there's interest I will absolutely continue it. I promise!\n\n___\n\n“All I’m saying is, I don’t trust them Aph!” Ares had just bitten off half a grape and was admiring it. “This beauty and longing for peace…there is no way. They have one passion. Utter destruction.”\n\nAphrodite eyed him suspiciously. His post-coital thoughts were not to be taken too seriously. She regarded them as the spewings of a moody youth with a body made for passionate distractions. She found irony in the fact that she, the goddess of desire, held no control over her own impulses. She reveled in the intensity of their adventures, ignoring the fact that he was her half-brother. Zeus stuck his trident everywhere. What should it matter to her?\n\nShe stood up, still naked, and walked over to the balcony. Ares came up behind her. “You believe in the good of man and it will be your downfall, Aph.”\n\nIn no mood at all to quarrel, she gazed upon earth and spotted a man and a woman sitting on a blanket in a field. Ares nibbled her ear and kissed down her neck, coming to rest his head on her shoulder. Aphrodite squinted and spotted a man hiding behind a tree near the couple. She could feel his desire for the woman on the picnic blanket and decided to gauge the desire of the man on the blanket. His longing for the woman’s affection was at a similar level. She smiled, all the while enjoying the feeling of Ares’ body against hers, his strong jaw resting on her. She put her hand up and put it on the back of his neck.\n\n“A wager, my love?”\n\n“How do you mean,” asked Ares. \n\n“Do you see those two on the blanket down there?” Aphrodite pointed and the clouds parted somewhat. \n\n“I do. Two beings having a lover’s quarrel no doubt,” Ares said pesimistically. \n\n“Always so glum. I wager that he will win over her heart and bed her before he does.” She pointed her finger over to the man behind the tree. Ares smiled menacingly.\n\n“Any man that takes on the role of voyeur is in the game of love to win! You have your bet, sweet goddess.”\n\n“We must establish rules then. We are not to meddle in their affairs and let it play out...naturally. Are we in agreement?”\n\nAres paused for a while. “Oh alright then.”\n\nThen they got to meddling.\n\n___\n\nLance was careful not to be seen. He made sure only the necessary parts were looking past the trunk of the tree he was behind. If Evin saw him it might all be over. He still couldn’t quite get over the fact that she was spending time with that no-good Kabu instead of him. Watching them together on the blanket made him angry. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, talking and laughing, admiring the clouds in the sky and pointing at different shapes. He was overcome with an intense melancholy. It came so suddenly that it threw him. It’s like someone had flipped a switch inside him and replaced his anger with sadness. He did not like feeling like this and started walking home. His whole situation seemed miserable, longing after a girl that did not want him. She barely even knew he existed! Why should she, anyway? He got home, felt too dirty to get anything done, took off his clothes and took a shower. As he was rubbing the mirror to get the fog off of it he saw something that looked foreign. \n\n“What the…absolute fuck?”\n\nHe was staring at his stomach and could not fathom what had happened. He rubbed his eyes, but that had done nothing to change his physique. He had washboard abs instead of his slight tummy. His quadriceps bulged and his calves were massive. He felt his shoulders with his hands and could tell that they were bigger than before. He was also quite sure that he had grown a few inches. The best change of all for him though? His average-length penis had turned into a log that dangled between his legs. \n\n“I...what?” he said softly to no one. He spent the next two days exploring his new body.\n\n___\n\nKabu was feeling exceptionally grateful for having found Evin. They had met in line at Starbucks at college and hit it off immediately. She was, like him, foreign. He considered her exotic, her parents having come over from Kurdistan to flee oppression. He also considered her beautiful. She was tall, much taller than him, with great legs, hips, eyes, neck...he could have worshipped every part of her body.\n\nMuch to his chagrin, she did not reciprocate these feelings. She seemed to be content in her current situation, living alone away from home for the first time and enjoying her freedom. Kabu knew that she had other platonic relationships, but she only ever mentioned Lance and what a great guy he was. He was sure there was something going on with her, but never dared to broach the subject in case she found his jealousy unattractive.\n\nLaying down on this picnic blanket in the field of this park, he was unexpectedly washed over with an immense feeling of gratefulness. He looked over at Evin, still pointing out the shapes of clouds in the sky and laughing. The little scar on her eyebrow made his heart flutter, all the feelings he had for her and all the feelings she didn’t have for him just melting away. He was just happy that he knew her and had the opportunity to spend time with her. He cared not one bit about anything else. Just that eyebrow scar. It was cute to him, something that told a story for all to see, like a cactus in a desert of beauty.\n\n“How did you get that scar?” he found himself asking.\n\nEvin stopped mid-sentence and turned to look at him. She rolled over fully to face him and felt her left eyebrow.\n\n“It’s on the other side,” Kabu said, grinning. \n\n“I always forget where it is! When I was six I was playing in the garden and I tripped and hit it on a bucket on the floor. It wouldn’t stop bleeding and I had to have stitches. Do you think it’s very obvious?” she asked sheepishly. “People always point it out,” she added with a pouty expression.\n\n'Fuck!' Kabu thought to himself. 'I’ve royally fucked this up already. I pointed out something everyone points out, ugh!'\n\n“No...I think it’s great and adds a story to your face.\" Evin raised her eyebrows at this. He wasn’t bringing his point across properly. They sat in silence for a few minutes.\n\n“Well, time for me to head home. I’ve still got to grab something for dinner,” Evin said whilst putting on her jacket and grabbing her bag. “This was nice, Kabu. Hope we can do it again some time.” She hugged him quick and they said their goodbyes. \n\nKabu had a hard time getting up off the blanket when he finally decided to make his way home. His stomach seemed bigger and his muscles were weaker. He folded up the picnic blanket, thinking he was probably just coming down with something."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] How would people feel about a rule limiting the number of prompts by a user?
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"content": "Part of what bothers me is the main culprit (let's be honest, we all know who caused this to be an issue). He's a frequented of the kotakuinaction subs, which are famous for being pretty misogynistic. All the posts about \"putting women in their place\" feel really uncomfortable when you're not sure how serious the author is being. I'm not trying to kinkshame, I'm hoping that it really is just a kink and nothing more."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A girly djinn boy billows up from the spout of the golden lamp, a bulge in his ethereal silk panties. He offers you three wishes, but the legends say he will grant you additional wishes if you rub something other than his lamp.
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"content": "Djinn are tricksters by nature and the golden haired boy, well he could barely be considered a boy, Lila the Djinn spoke of a fourth wish if I rubbed something else I laughed a little. \"I just granted you riches, wisdom, and a body that will stay in perfect shape till you die of old age well into your 400's, and you laugh at me?\" His pouty plump lips looked delicious, his whole bratty demeanor was pathetically cute. His hard cock, if it could even be considered a cock at almost 4 inches and as a skinny as a thumb, waved in the air contained by his silk panties. The obvious answer was to touch his dick, but my eyes caught closer detail for his form from the waist down, hips that were feminine that lead to soft skinned legs. I finally responded, \" You said anything but your lamp, so that's what Il do.\"\n\nI walked up to him, my now 6'1\" form above his 5'5\" figure. Locking eyes I told him not to move, as I walked behind him taking his curvature in. His hips sprouted into a perky bubble butt that shined just like the rest of his oiled skin, and from this new angle he looked absolutely workmanlike. Picking him up despite his protest I set him on a crate in my grandfather's study near where I had found the lamp. His ass was now level with my chest and I grabbed an ass cheek with each hand, revealing his pink asshole barely covered by his impossibly thin panties. He moaned at my touch softly and cursed me for granting me wisdom, his hole slightly puckering with each squeeze. His soft skin felt so good to fondle, feeling thicker and warm in my hands. Knowing Djinn only eat ambrosia and water, I knew he would have a virtually unused ass. I pulled his panties off and felt only slight resistance as his cocklet caught part of the band before freeing the silk garment.\n\nI spread his boy-pussy open with my thongs and saw only pink flesh, and closer smell revealed only the scent of clean flesh. Making up my mind I dove my tongue in as far as it would go, swirling it around and tasting hungrily, mostly sweet and slightly musky from what tasted like sweat from his cheeks. It was heaven. Feeling him reach to stroke his cocklet I withdrew and sternly told him no, that my finally wish was for him to be my ethereal submissive concubine that would appear before me whenever I spoke his name. He was shocked to have been tricked so thoroughly but the tention left his body as my tongue retook it rightful place in his sweet ass. My cock strained in my undergarments, about 2 inches longer than it had before before Lila's magic perfected my body and much more blood inhabited it's chambers. It was restrained almost to the point of pain but I ordered Lali to stand still while I freed my cock. \n\nAll my clothing removed, I admired my larger muscle tone and stature, my cock now anchored to stronger thighs. I ordered Lila off the crate to his skinny knees, sat in an old wooden chair, and ordered him in front of me. He came closer and I ordered him to please me with his mouth. Lila's tongue tentatively licked my now 7.5 inch cock teasingly before sheathing my cock halfway inside his wet throat. He sucked feverishly, the vaccum just a tight as I enjoyed and bobbed his head slowly along my shaft. The perfect blowjob, at least to my preference. His spit was plentiful and shiny, coating my cock and pooling on my pubic bone. I told him to stop and lie on his back on the old desk by the wall. He stood, eyes both nervous and adoring, and did what I asked. I stood and took in my prize, his knees curled to his chest exposing his pink puckered hole. My cock stood at the ready. His cocklet had gone soft and looked like an oversized clit, unsure if he somehow knew I never had any interest in the pathetic organ.\n\nI rubbed along his boy pussy, teasing it with the tip of my cock, the spit now coating the entrance. Lila moaned softly as I did, now squeezing his nipples with dainty fingers. We locked eyes and I slid in, his tight ass enveloping my cock and I slowly penetrated the Djinn. It felt indescribable, warm and wet and tight and welcoming. His cute groans had no sign of pain, and I felt a new surge of energy compell me to claim what's mine. I fucked him deeply and slowly, taking my time to feel every inch of his passage grip my dick like a tight embrace, speeding up slowly and forcefully. I had trained myself in sexual stamina but now it felt solely in my power when to decide to cum. The pleasure mounted and I slammed away, never needing to apply more spit or reposition myself. Sinking over and over again into pure ecstacy. His cries of enjoyment filled the study and I felt completely in control. Primal energy filled me and I slammed faster into his cunt for a good 15 minutes, unrelenting. I choked him, kissed him, bit his neck like a puma claiming it's mate and finally when I reached a level of orgasmic potential well beyond anything I had ever experienced I slammed in one finally time holding our sweaty bodies close. My cock erupted deep in him, pumping my seed over and over into Lila as he screamed out in appreciation for being filled. His hole gripped me so close it felt like I was being milked. I roared throughout, my deep voice harmonizing with my whore's. I regrettably pulled out and studied the twitching slick mess of a boy that was now mine. He could only eye with respect and exhaustion, and I picked him up and turned him so he could lovingly clean my cock.\n\nI had the money for an army, the wisdom to free my people and lead them, and a body that would not betray me. I thought of the future and saw my victory, my words being carried out, my fighting alongside my men, and a final vision of Lila on his knees pleasing me with his tongue as I planned my next move."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Write an online review of a sex toy (real or not). ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Fit: Somewhat large (72%)
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"content": "BIOLife 'Smart Slime' Programmable Slime Pleasure Partner\n\n[⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐] Fit: Customizable\n\nTechnology sure is amazing. We can program living organisms now! Lime (what I call my slime cuz she's green) is an absolutely adorable product. Her default humanoid form is so cute, but she can be customized to fit any archetype I want. She's always so sweet and cheerful. The interface is so easy to use and works in real time! Sometimes, I like to lay on her with the customization tablet and have her grow a cock and penetrate my ass by moving the slider back and forth. It's so fun, I'm jizzing within minutes usually.\n\nIt maybe pricey but holy crap is it worth it!\n\nEdit: Also yes, she is safe to lick and suck on but eating her can cause...issues. 🤒🤒😷🤒🤒 DO NOT EAT HER\n\n(69% of customers found this review helpful)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A company finds the secret to creating aesthetically pleasing human/animal hybrids, real life furries. The first thing they do afterward? Begin production on cute, submissive femboys genetically engineered to enjoy being fucked in the ass.
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"content": "\"Chimera Incorporated is proud to present our first model of human-animal hybrid avaliable for consumers to purchase!\" The presenter said to the crowd of people at the convention as the screen above him lights up and shows various naked men, each incredibly feminine, and of varying animal species. \"We developed males hybrids with feminine features of nearly every animal species on the planet. Dogs, cats, lions, birds, rabbits, you name it we have a model for it!\" As he listed off the various species an example of each came out, all quite short with nice plump hips and supple asses. Each was smiling and seemingly happy to show themselves off, the animals were in lingerie and were doing poses to best show off what the company had given them. The fem boys were all erect and had butt plugs inserted before coming on stage, all of them were already moaning just from the feeling of the plug moving inside them as they performed for the audience.\n\nThe speaker allowed the crowd admire the hybrids for awhile before picking the presentation back up. \"Each hybrid has been genetically engineered to be the perfect submissive sex slave. They crave the validation of a master and gain intense pleasure surges any time they're told they've served their master well. Additionally we've edited the sexual aspects of the hybrids to be more sensitive. The nipples are more durable and playing with them is incredibly pleasurable to the hybrid as the nerves within each nipple have been made to send pleasureable signals to the brain when squeezed, rubbed, licked, or even bitten. I will now have them demonstrate this for you.\" He said as he clapped his hands twice, causing the hybrids on stage to begin to go at eachother, rubbing, sucking, and pinching eachothers nipples. They each moan with excitement and their cocks twitch at the small, slow movements the others are performing on them. Their dicks begin to leak pre as they play with eachother onstage infront of the awestruck crowd. \"That's enough, back to positions!\" The presenter said as he snapped his fingers and the hybrids returned to their original standing positions on stage and stopped playing with eachother, clearly disapointed. \"Another advanced pleasure center they have is the ass, we've edited the erogenous zones to make the ass give hybrids waves of sexual pleasure when ever it's groped, slapped, or otherwise played with. The more contact the stronger the pleasure, observe as I give this one a nice firm spank.\" The presenter said going up to the rabbit hybrid, and slapping his ass incredibly hard. Instantly the rabbit lets out a long moan and cums on the spot, leaving his hot, sticky load all over the stage.\n\n\"We've come a long way since our initial discovery of back in March of this year, and we've made great strides so far. Our manipulation of pleasure has allowed us to make obedient sex slaves out of these hybrids. Our control over erogenous zones started as just a thought and turned to the point where you can custom order a hybrid to have one where ever you want, even over his whole body if you wished. This last achievement though is, in my opinion, our greatest one yet.\" He says as the butt plugs within the hybrids on stage begin vibrate, leading the hybrids to fall to the floor in cascades of moans and orgams. Unable to help themselves as their prostates are pounded by the vibration. \"The prostate within each hybrid has been enhanced to such a point that any pressure on it at all will feel like multiple orgasms going off at once, leading to intense tsunamis of pleasure in the hybrid. This ensures obedience as the hybrids have been genetically made to seek out pleasure, and the prostate will give them the most intense orgasms they can achieve.\" He says as the crowd cheers and claps for the hybrids, who are still writhing in pleasure on the ground. Some have crawled next to eachother and begin to tease the other one, giving eachother sensual hand jobs, slowly rubbing and squeezing the other's nipples, and kissing eachother's hungry mouths. The moans of pleasure are near constant as the butt plugs continue to drive the hybrids insane with bliss. \"Thank you all for coming to see our unveiling of these wonderful products, these ones will be on stage performing for you for the next few hours. If you head out in the lobby we have some hybrids avaliable for all convention goers to use and try out, as well as order forms at the same desk. As for now, I'm going to go have some fun with a hybrid of my own backstage.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The monster under your bed has been waiting all this time for you to hit legal age. Midnight rolls around and well... Happy Eighteenth Birthday!
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"content": " I thought there was a monster under my bed when I was a kid, scared of the dark. Nothing new, all kids were afraid of the dark in some way. But I became afraid of monsters under my bed all over again when I was seventeen, because I had proof they were real.\n\nIt was just about midnight when I woke up, my phone being the first thing I checked. I stepped off my bed to go get some water, and immediately slipped and fell when I tried to stand up, but instead of the hard floor and a carpet that had long stopped being soft, I landed on some kind of strange gel. Soft. A little bouncy. I didn’t have enough time to do anything, because the entire thing had wrapped me like a cocoon and dragged me underneath my bed.\n\nThe space under my bed was small and cramped, like a full bathroom at its largest. The only occupant besides me was a big blue blob with a menacing face and a growing number of tentacles, each inching their way towards me. I was going to scream, because this was objectively terrifying, but the gel that dragged me in covered my mouth and all I heard was my own voice rattling in my head. I know what porn and hentai was, had known for years at that point, so naturally, I feared the worst.\n\nI was paralyzed with terror. Here it comes. Monsters were real and this one was going to *fuck me*.\n\nIt grabbed my pajamas, and began to tug. My eyes closed shut, I didn’t want to see this.\n\nSeconds passed by, and I noticed that the movement stopped. Did it want me to open my eyes? Was it going to force me to watch? I shook my head, denying reality as if it would wake me up. “I’ve been anticipating your eighteenth birthday for so long.” The slime rumbled, and I felt the words vibrating in the air. “It’s time to entice you into a world of beastly joy…” It laughed and the entire thing wiggled.\n\nEighteen? “I’m seventeen!” I wasn’t sure if the thing would hear me, but this was my only chance to escape. I yelled, then waited. I don’t know how much time has passed, but eventually… The gel receded, first from my mouth, then the rest of my body. I cracked open an eye.\n\nThe blob’s face was now… concerned? Worried? There was a calendar on the wall. When did it get there? \"Oh no,\" it said, sounding embarrassed and nervous. A few tendrils were holding what I assumed was its head. \"Ah shoot, I got the wrong date, you're not eighteen at all. Uh... Uhm… I'm sorry. I screwed up the date. This is too early, I might have… forgotten how human birthdays worked. I scared you earlier than I was supposed to. I’m not an ephebophile I swear. Oh no, my friends are going to give me such shit for this ( .\\_.) ‘Nice going, spineless.’ Of course I’m spineless!\"\n\n\"Ex...cuse me?\" I must be dreaming. Only dreams were this absurd. This was a comedy, I was having a comedy dream. My heart was beating awfully fast for this being a dream, though. Do hearts beat in dreams?\n\n“Please just forget this happened I’ll do you a favor just yell underneath your bed I’ll see you when you’re eighteen!” I tried to talk above the stream of words, but its loud insistence was drowning me out and it wasn’t listening anyways.\n\n“Huh? A favor?” The gel wrapped me up again and--gently this time--deposited me on the floor outside of the bed-room.\n\nI looked under the bed.\n\nI only saw the underside. Dust, clutter, this and that. A box.\n\nI climbed back into my bed and laid there until I fell asleep. I dreamed about introducing my parents to a six foot by six foot blob of slime with a goofy face.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nIt was my eighteenth birthday! I got home at about two AM. One of my friends managed to sneak some booze from her dad, and well… I was a little bit tipsy. Thank fuck my dad didn’t give me shit for it. As I stumbled into my bedroom and angled towards my bed to sleep, I could have sworn I forgot something. Something important…\n\nThat something yanked me underneath my bed. It immediately restrained my arms and legs, gagged me, and hoisted me into the air.\n\nOh fuck, the dream blob is real. “Now that I’m sure you’re eighteen, it’s time for some fun.” The blob shook like it was having a private laugh.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nThe blob acted fast, looking proud as it gently took the clothes off her body and set them aside. It kept the birthday girl, Melina, aloft and in the air, squirming in pleasure as it attacked her nipples with its little limbs, forming them into suckers with gel tongues to lick the little nubs, engulfing them in warmness. The other tendrils rubbed, kissed, and licked the girl’s inner thighs as it made its way up to her crotch\n\nThe blob loomed over the birthday girl, looking proud of itself as it gently took the clothes off of her body, setting them aside into a neat pile. It kept the birthday girl, Melina, aloft while it did this, immediately attacking her breasts and nipples with gel mouths and tongues, licking all over with a saliva-less tongue. Melina squirmed at the sensation; she hated the rape that was going on, hated that she felt like she had to give up because it was just too powerful to resist. But she couldn’t deny that the thing was playing her well.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nHello and apologies! I'd have written more on the porn front, but I hit a major roadblock. Truthfully, I was more into the comedic idea of the first big part than anything else. Next time, I guess!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are the only who can see them.You can touch them and you can.....
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"content": "and... lick them. Every partner she's ever had sees something different and has a different experience. No matter the partner, the result is the same for her, she feels what they feel as they feel it. The mutual hormones and the feedback loop of ecstacy only heightens the experience for her. \n\nShe never had a partner until college and Her first partner was similarly inexperienced. He had no idea how to react to her pleasure and she didn't understand what was happening when he was on top of her. His face was half a foot away from her breasts, he was licking and sucking. He didn't touch her breasts, yet she could feel everything. She was absolutely overcome, because he was a twenty something virgin totally focused on her breasts. He eventually came without ever taking his pants off, and strangely so did she. At the same time. It was inexplicable. \n\nHe was so embarrassed he grabbed his shirt and ran out of the dorm room, she only ever saw him between classes and he wouldn't make eye contact with her.\n\nEvery once in a while, when she would be in a crowd or even when she was studying at the campus coffee shop, she would feel as if she was being touched. She could clearly see that no one was touching her, but the feeling was overwhelming. Her breasts felt full, her nipples erect, and they were being massaged. She couldn't figure out what was going on. \n\nThat is, until she met Rob."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] A Good Walk Spoiled (Cheating)
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"content": "*Part 2*\n***\n\n\"Yes yes, Ray,\" she replied, \"just come in!\"\n\nWhen he opened the door, Ruby was facing away, looking in the mirrored wall. She was dressed in a short pleated skirt and form-fitting polo, her old clothes lay crumpled on the floor. He closed the door behind him and asked, \"How can I help?\"\n\n\"Ray, I need your honest opinion,\" she said, putting her hands on her waist, then twisted in place. The skirt pleats lifted in the air, revealing her bare ass each time she moved her hips. Ray stared at the dark shadows between her legs and caught more glimpses of her delicate folds. \"Do I still have it?\" She turned around to face him and pulled the skirt to the side, revealing her bare pussy. \"Earl hasn't touched me in months. He gave me a dieting cookbook for Christmas. I'm going fucking crazy.\"\n\n\"Ruby, you are *very* attractive,\" he said. \"If Earl doesn't see that, he's fucking blind.\" He stood his ground, not knowing how far Ruby wanted to go. He no longer trusted himself to know when to stop. \n\nA tear pooled in the corner of her eye and she hugged him, resting her head on his shoulders. Ray could feel her breasts press into him as she held him firmly, her hands circling his back. He repeated it on her, sliding his hands up and down her back, and he noticed the lack of a bra strap. \n\n\"You are a considerate man, you know that?\" she said. \"Ellen is lucky to have you. I hope she appreciates all *this*,\" she said as she pinched his ass. \"Don't think I haven't noticed you.\"\n\nRay felt his cock twitch and strain in his pants, and he knew that Ruby could feel it too. He slid his hand further down her back, past the pleated skirt until he could slide it back up and cup her wonderfully smooth butt. She moaned softly as his fingers grabbed her cheek. He looked at himself in the mirror, his hand on her ass and he stopped. \"Ruby, we're both married. We have *obligations*. As much as I'd love to...\"\n\nRuby pulled back to look at him, cupping his jaw with one hand, while the other moved to the front of his pants. \"*How much* would you love to, Ray? What's a little casual companionship worth to you?\" She leaned in to kiss him but he turned his head and gently took her hand off his face. Ruby's head fell on his chest and she sunk to her knees. \"Look at me,\" she said tearfully. \"I'm practically begging.\"\n\nRay didn't know what to do. Ruby's lips were inches away from his aching cock, her hands scratching against the fabric over his inner thighs. Ellen went down on him when they were dating but it'd been years since he had received a blow job. He found the zipper in his fly and pulled it down, then unclipped his belt. Ruby pulled his pants and briefs down with both hands and looked at his hard cock. \n\n\"You can't unring a bell, Ruby,\" he said. \"Are you sure you want to go through with this?\"\n\nShe rubbed her nose against the bottom of his head then flicked it with her tongue. \"It is bell shaped too,\" she said, then opened her mouth to take it in. Ray gasped as she began to suck on his cock. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she ran circles with her tongue, watching his reaction.\n\n\"Oh god, that feels so good,\" he moaned. Ray reached for her hair but she batted them away. \n\n\"Don't,\" she said, \"Earl likes to hold my ears and I hate it.\"\n\nHearing her husband's name sent a lightning bolt of clarity through Ray's body and he took a step back. \"This isn't right,\" he said as he pulled up his pants. \"It's not fair to either of them.\"\n\nShe wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. \"What about us?\" she asked. \"Don't we deserve some happiness, some fulfillment? Don't tell me you didn't feel anything just now.\"\n\n\"Ruby, I felt a lot of things. Most of it felt fucking fantastic. I just...I just don't think I could do that to Ellen.\"\n\nShe stood up and unzipped her skirt, then peeled off the polo. \"I'm not asking for you to leave your wife, Ray. I'm just asking, if you've got a little love to spare, could you throw it my way?\"\n\nRay hastily backed out of the dressing room alone and checked his pants as he approached the storefront. The pro waved him over to the counter and showed him a fully outfitted golf bag with irons, woods, and premium golfb alls. \"What's all this?\" Ray asked.\n\n\"Listen pal, I've been around the links plenty of times, okay?\" the pro said, \"seen *a lot* of things.\" He pointed to the security camera in the ceiling, and Ray noticed how the whole store was covered with them. \"I've seen you're moves, too, and I think you *want* to buy all this from me, right now.\"\n\n\"What are you talking about,\" Ray said with a raised voice. \"We didn't...*I* didn't do anything.\"\n\n\"Hey hey, man, it's all good. Golfer/ golf-pro confidentiality. I just think you should give your new hobby a try, and these Titleists are very forgiving man...they can cover a lot of mistakes.\"\n\n***\n\nRay was at home on the couch when he heard Ellen open the garage door and park her car. \n\n\"Honey,\" she said, dropping the keys in the kitchen, \"are those new golf clubs?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I'm uh, going to start playing again. Some of the new guys at work are thinking about joining a league.\" \n\nShe stood over him and gave him a peck on his forehead. \"Well as long as it fits in the schedule. I'm glad to see you getting some exercise.\"\n\n\"Thanks honey,\" he said, red-faced. \"I'm glad too.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] The county fair has all kinds of interesting snack vendors.
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"content": ">note: sexual content which contains milking (obviously), and >!modest breast expansion!<\n\n\"Uhmm... I was-uh, curious... about...*that* sign.\" The petite figure pointed to the \"Help Wanted\" sign, nervously looking down and away from my flaunted chest that was just a smidgen below her eye level. Her face flushed when I realized the question that she was indirectly asking, trying to bury her gaze into the ground even further.\n\n\"Well,\" I began, resting a reassuring, cow patterned glove on her shoulder, \"what's your name, first off?\" \n\n\"Oh, uh... Momo.\"\n\nOne of my working ladies picked up on that answer. \"Heh, we can call you Moomoo! Fitting, isn't it?\" Amy, one of my finer milkers, mercilessly teased Momo's stature. \"Can she even produce any milk?\"\n\nA saddened gaze took over her embarrassment, crossing her arms around her -admittedly flat- chest. \"I-uh shouldn't have come s-sorry for wast-\"\n\nI shot daggers towards Amy for that snide comment, pointing her towards the next customer who anticipatingly licked his lips with a hundred lien in his hands. \"Nonono, come with me to the back. There's a solution, y'know.\"\n\nI led the lady who enviously eyed the others as we walked behind the stand. Of course I had a few girls up and front for an event as big as this, but of course we needed a few breasts to be filling bottles well in advance. Even if we didn't sell it all here, there'd always be a few online orders from regretful people who initially passed on the milk. \n\nA long extension cord let all the way to a mini-fridge we kept stored in the back. I opened it up as Momo curiously watched, digging into the back for a special substance I called \"Anna's Special Milk\". A picture of myself was imprinted on the glass, and a creamy white liquid laid bubbling within. I thrusted the bottle into Momo's hands and she held it curiously.\n\n\"Consider that the fuel of most of my girls. It's a healthy blend that contains a ton of good stuff, like oxytocin, gland relaxants, and a bit of my own milk.\" I said that last part with a wink. \"Now, it is pretty expensive, so if you drink up, you better be coming aboard. You know what your job will entail?\" Momo simply shrugged her shoulders, though I couldn't imagine she didn't have a decent idea.\n\n\"Well, if you're willing to go nude in public, then that's a very good boon. Obviously you'll spend most days milking or being milked. And other than that... you just gotta wear this costume!\" I pointed to my own body, showing off my cow-patterned stockings and gloves. Believe it or not, those were the only mandatory clothing options, the bra was situational and the panties were a choice. Personally, I preferred the privacy of my crotch, as well as keeping the goods nice and secur-\n\nWoah. My thoughts were interrupted by Momo chugging the entire glass bottle down. She let out a satisfied moan as she finished, licking the milk that lingered on her lips greedily with her tongue. Her shirt was quickly stripped off, and the effects of the milk flowing through her body was immediate. Slowly her breasts began to swell, growing only a little bit, perhaps from an a-cup to a b-cup if I had to guess. I could tell that she was a little disappointed when the effects stopped, but a smile still shone brightly off her face from the progress.\n\n\"Now, we should do a bit of a test run, shouldn't we?\" She tensed up slightly, reflexively holding her new bust protectively in her hands.\n\n\"Hey, don't worry if you're not immediately ready. I do have a few mechanical milkers laying around, although I'll say they're not nearly as comfortable. My lips are as soft as cotton candy, so it'll feel great, and I promise I won't bite.\"\n\nShe seemed reassured, and let down her defensive stance. I crouched down right in front of her, my lips barely grazing her erect nipple as they got into position. I slightly teased it with my tongue before locking my lips around it as I gently began to suck. She moaned softly, closing her eyes in pleasure as I brought my hands around her breast, squeezing lightly around the tip of it. With the help of the stimulating drink, it didn't take long for milk to begin flowing into my mouth.\n\n\"Mmm...\" This was... quite delicious. Creamy, just sweet enough, I craved more as it flowed into my mouth. She'd be quite a welcome addition to the team. It took quite a bit of effort to pry my lips away.\n\n\"W-Well..?\" She asked, nervously, massaging her breast as she asked.\n\n\"You passed with flying colors, my dear. I think we'll do about a week or so of training and preparation and then...\"\n\n-----\n\n\"Interested in my girls, fellas? Whaddya say? 10 Lien for a glass, and ten times that for straight from the source!\"\n\nOf course, my most popular girl had a bit of a lineup specifically for her. She'd adopted the nickname \"Moomoo\" among the customers with pride, though she didn't show it, instead showing a stoic attitude to them. Of course, that appearance would slowly begin to crack with each customer, as she relished in the satisfaction that she brought to each patron... and the ecstasy that was brought to herself.\n\nEven right now, a lucky man and women shared in her milk, each greedily sucking on one of her breasts, as Moomoo pulled them in closer with a hand wrapped around each of their heads. Where their fair share ran dry, they'd hand her a hundred lien quite happily before rushing straight to the back of the line.\n\nMomo gazed over at me with a smile before taking her next customers in. I couldn't be happier having her help throughout the day...\n\n...and some of her milk, once the fair closed at night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sarah loved her job, that is until her new manager implemented a new free use rule to the office. (ENF) (NonCon)
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"content": "\"That's far from funny,\" Sarah stated indignantly, her hands on her hips in an effort to look more imposing. It didn't help that Jake stood a head taller than her. \n\nThe effects of a new director coming in to replace Brian were still being felt. Hell, Brian's office still had his stuff in it, so for the life of the young marketing analyst she couldn't understand why they'd rock the boat so hard. First, they took away the free bagels from the break room, then they moved to unlimited PTO, and now this?! *Time to dust off my resume.*\n\nJake stood up from behind his desk, matching her gaze. His icy blue eyes did little to dissuade Sarah's stance.\n\n\"Ms. Birch, this company is going through some turbulent times, and we feel the core of this problem is a lack of connection between our reports.\"\n\n\"And you expect me to believe that becoming the marketing department's plaything will stop the bleeding?\"\n\n\"Free use, Ms. Birch. Our employees need to be willing to go the extra mile, and to offer whatever support they can to their colleagues if the company is going to get past this rough time.\"\n\n\"Bullshit!\" She spat. \"There's no way HR would go along with-\" He handed her the approval notice, signed by the HR director herself. \n\n\"I have another one from legal if you'd like to see that as well.\"\n\nShe bit her lip to contain her disgust. Options raced through her mind. This had been the best job she had been at until recently. Now, the thought of leaving it for the ambiguity of the cutthroat job market made her uneasy. \n\nJake waited for a rebuttal. When none came he continued. \"I'm sure you understand that this firm has fantastic relationships with many competitors across the country. I would advise strongly against retaliatory action.\"\n\n\"Are you telling me to get fucked, or I can get fucked?\"\n\nHe sighed, putting his hand on her shoulder. Her indignant stance faded. \"I'm telling you to think of your career before you think of your pride. You're a bright employee Sarah, I trust you will do what is right.\"\n\nDefeated, she spun around to leave the office.\n\n\"Free use, starting tomorrow. Any resource belonging to the company, including its employees, can be 'co-opted' to improve morale and productivity.\"\n\n\\--\n\nSarah defiantly marched into the office the next day in a gray dress-suit. Her hair had been tied back in a pony-tail. The office had an unease to it, with everyone not entirely sure how to react in light of the new policy change.\n\nAround the cubicles bowls of condoms had replaced old candy dishes that had gone unused. Over the night they had moved one of the meeting room tables to the center of the office as well and mounted restraints to the ceiling. They were serious about this.\n\n\"Can I get everyone's attention please,\" Jake called out. Everyone was standing now, cautiously eying the new director who stood next to the relocated table.\n\n\"I'm glad you could all make it in today. I understand that even some of our telecommuters made a stressful voyage to be here. It's with great pride that I can say your time will be well worth it.\"\n\nHe looked around to make sure no eyes had glazed over before continuing.\n\n\"The core of any successful business is trust between employees. Trust makes communication easier, loyalty more sincere, and is the foundation of relationships. I trust you all know the policy, which is now in effect. Every employee may be enjoyed by their peers at any time. Several of the meeting rooms have been repurposed to help facilitate this.\"\n\nSome smiled, some grimaced, others just stared blankly.\n\n\"To ensure this policy is enforced I have whiteboard by Janet's desk. Every time someone is enjoyed you are to mark it. Disciplinary action will be issued to anyone with repeated empty tallies.\"\n\nSome had wasted no time. Jake already had two tallies next to his name. Janet and Kate each had one. Sarah's mind raced at the implication.\n\n\"Thank you all again. You can find additional details about the policy in your inboxes. Let's get to work.\"\n\nSarah sighed. The first few hours were tense, but like a calm before a storm nothing serious had happened.\n\nPeople were testing the waters. Mike had dropped a pen by her desk, and in bending down to pick it up he pinched her ass hard. She almost shouted at him, until she remembered the policy. He grinned like a rich kid who just got away with a crime.\n\nSarah was afraid to go get some water and take a break, but knew that it couldn't be avoided forever. She stood up and stretched and glanced at the whiteboard. Her eyes widened in disbelief as more than half the names already had tallies. Jake himself had 5. \n\n*You'd think a guy that fucks as much would smile more.*\n\nShe walked to the cooler, passing a now topless Janet blowing Mike. His balls retracted as he shot a load on her face. Janet gave one of those 'what can you do?' smiles as she walked past. \n\nShe reached the cooler, but as she reached to pour a cup two ruff hands wrapped around her and pulled her buttoned blouse open. She tried to resist at first, but then remembered the policy.\n\nThe incredibly strong hands pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts. Then, with great force carried her over to the scanner. Whoever he was, he pressed her tits to the scanner and ran the machine. two dozen copies of Sarah's perky C tits printed.\n\n\"Perfect. This will look great in the newsletter\" Growled the familiar voice of the otherwise sweet Bret. He had always been the kindest HR worker in the company. Bret released Sarah, but kept her bra. With the buttons of her shirt now on the floor, there was little to cover her breasts.\n\n\"I'd advise against dressing so conservatively tomorrow.\" He warned.\n\nFeeling defeated, Sarah retrieved her shirt buttons, a cup of water, and then strolled back to her desk. When she got there, she noticed she had a new calendar appointment due in 5. \"All Hands meeting\" Sent by Jake. His and Sarah's attendance were the only ones required, but several other women were tagged."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Turns out, the hitchhiker you picked up is more than happy to offer a blowjob (or maybe more, she hints) for the ride.
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"content": "“Where’re we headed?” She asked, climbing with a little difficulty into the passenger seat of the truck.\n\n“Me?” He responded. “Bakersfield. You? You tell me.”\n\n“Bakersfield sounds nice.” She answered, slamming her door closed with one hand as she began to tug at the seatbelt with the other. “Thanks for picking me up.”\n\n“Wouldn’t have felt right leaving someone on the side of the road like that, middle of summer. Car broke down, somewhere?”\n\n“Something like that.”\n\n“Something like that?” He questioned the cryptic response as the mechanism of her seatbelt clinked.\n\nHe had shifted the truck to drive, pulled entirely off the shoulder, and almost got up to speed before she finally answered him.\n\n“Hitchhiking my way across the state.” She provided. “Last guy gave me a ride dropped me off about where you found me.”\n\n“Well, damn, that wasn’t very hospitable... Least he could’a done was taken you to a truck stop, or somethin’.”\n\n“Right?” She smiled as the open desert to either side of the truck began to race past them. “To be fair, though, I think it was his wife’s decision to drop me off, middle of bumfuck nowhere, more than his...”\n\nThe trucker chuckled at that.\n\n“Guessin’ she didn’t like the looks that hubby was giving you in the rearview?”\n\n“Nope. Doubt she liked the looks he was giving me in the *frontview* either.” The hitchhiker laughed, gesturing to her breasts.\n\n“Well, ain’t no jealous missus on this rig.” The trucker grinned. “I’ll get you as far as Bakersfield... or any place else on the way, if you’d prefer.”\n\n“Thanks, *trucker*.”\n\n“Name’s Steven.” He offered.\n\n“Katherine.” She reciprocated. “*Kitty*.”\n\n“Well, nice to meet you, *Kitty*.”\n\n“You too, *Stevie*.”\n\nSteven smiled.\n\nDriving on for a few moments in relative quiet - save for the rumble of the engine and the whisper of the radio - the two watched as the desert continued to sprawl out to either side of them.\n\nDead brush and loose soil stretched out as far as the eye could see, punctuated, occasionally, by a greener field or a string of telephone poles. The black river of the highway cut through the landscape dead ahead of them, shimmering - mirage-like - in the distance as the hot summer sun beat down on it from overhead.\n\nEventually, the monotony of the landscape necessitated the breaking of the silence.\n\n“So where’re you from, *Stevie*?” Kitty opened, turning her gaze from the window back onto the truck driver. “Around these parts?”\n\n“Sacramento, born and raised,” He answered, proudly. “And I’ve rarely been very far from it, since.”\n\n“Thought running a big rig would take you all across the country...” \n\n“Sometimes a run takes me out of state, but that’s rare. The company I work for has a lot more local business than anything else. California’s big, and I’ve been just about everywhere there is to be in it.”\n\n“Ever get bored on long trips?”\n\n“Yeah... Hazard of the trade... But, I’d rather be bored on the road than bored in a cubicle.”\n\n“Pffft, Amen to that.” Kitty chuckled.\n\n“Not one to sit still too long, I take it?”\n\n“Not at all... Road trips being the exception.”\n\nSteven chuckled again.\n\n“Amen to that.” He parroted.\n\n“How’d you get into this line of work?”\n\n“Shit grades. College wasn’t an option, and I had to eat, so this seemed as good a job as any for an eighteen-year-old fuck-up to do...”\n\n“And you obviously love it.” Kitty interjected, smiling.\n\n“Fifteen years down the line, I don’t have any big complaints.” Steven answered. “Make good money. Don’t have to deal with too much bullshit from coworkers. Ain’t stuck in one place all the time... Yeah... I love it.”\n\nHe turned to his passenger.\n\n“What about you, Kitty? Where you comin’ from?”\n\nThe hitchhiker set to twirling a lock of her blonde hair around a finger as she answered.\n\n“Wyoming, originally... I flew out here for a big music festival, a few months back.”\n\n“So, then, how’d you wind up here, hitchhiking across Cali?”\n\nShe shrugged.\n\n“Going where the wind takes me. Didn’t like being cooped up... .”\n\n“No college? Or are you all done with that?”\n\n“Both.” She laughed. “Tried it for about a year; nearly died of boredom. Professors were all snobs, and I hated all the busywork. Decided to drop out when I turned nineteen, about six months ago...”\n\n“Yeah, don’t think college would’ve been the place for me, either...” Steven supplied in response. “Did you quit your job, too, to come out here?”\n\n“Didn’t have one.”\n\n“No?”\n\n“Nope.”\n\n“Then how’d you fly out here for that concert?”\n\nKitty smiled, a bit melancholically.\n\n“*Friend* of mine was a seller, figured that festival’d make him a fortune. He already had a hell of a lot of cash, and a spare ticket, so I flew out with him and some other people I knew...”\n\n“You didn’t fly back with them?”\n\n“Assholes left me behind when the festival was over...”\n\nThey were both silent for a minute before she resumed.\n\n“Hauled ass to the airport... Was ten minutes late to board the fucking plane... And I barely had any cash on me... Definitely not enough to buy my own ticket...”\n\nShe turned to Steven, her expression turning a bit more grim.\n\n“I still don’t have much... If that’s a problem, then I can get out, right here...”\n\nSteven waved a dismissive hand at her.\n\n“When I pulled off to the side of the road to pick you up, did it look like I was driving a taxi cab, to you?”\n\nShe didn’t respond.\n\n“Like I said,” He continued. “Wouldn’t have been right for me to leave you on the side of the road like that. You’d’ve boiled all day long and frozen solid overnight.”\n\n“Somebody else might’ve picked me up, y’know.” She rebutted, a new smile beginning to tug at the corner of her mouth.\n\n“Somebody else might not’ve... Or might’ve been a greedy sonofabitch and kicked you out all over again while roaring down the highway and rifling through your purse...”\n\nSteven shook his head.\n\n“Nah. Wouldn’t have felt right if I’d just passed you by.”\n\nKitty was silent, staring straight ahead through the windshield, but Steven could tell that she was relieved. Even out of the corner of his eye, he could clearly see her body language relaxing.\n\nFinally, she turned to him and smiled.\n\n“Thank you...” She spoke, sweetly. “You’re a really good guy, *Stevie*...”\n\nSteven shrugged, but smiled.\n\n“Don’t mention it.”\n\n“No, seriously...” She persisted. “I feel bad that I can’t pay you for the trip...”\n\nSteven waved again.\n\n“I was ahead on schedule, and stopping to pick you up didn’t burn too much extra gas.”\n\n“Maybe...” She ignored him. “Maybe there was some other way I could *show my gratitude*?”\n\nSteven raised his eyebrows, and turned to look her in the eyes.\n\nShe looked back at him, sultrily, nibbling on her lower lip.\n\nThey stared at each other like that for what seemed like hours.\n\nFinally Steven spoke up.\n\n“Why do I get the feelin’ that the last guy’s wife wasn’t just angry at her husband for the looks *he* was givin’ *you*...”\n\n“I couldn’t help it...” She purred. “Their car had air conditioning...”\n\nShe leaned in close as Steven turned his attention back to the road, ensuring the truck stayed on the blacktop.\n\n“*And I’m not wearing a bra under this tank top... So I decided to put on a little show for him while I cooled off...*” She whispered, lips pressed right to his ear.\n\nSteven turned to her as she settled back into her seat. She was grinning mischievously. He studied her for a long time - glancing back and forth between her face and the road - and contemplated what she was offering.\n\nFinally, carefully, he responded.\n\n“I ain’t gonna ask you to do anything.” He opened. “But if you really want to... and I mean *really* want to...”\n\n(Contd.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your apprentice crawls into bed with you. "Teach me about this, too." They whisper, pressing their naked body against yours.
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"content": "*Testing The Bed*\n------------------------------\n\n\"So, as an assistant innkeeper, you'll have to leave the rooms nicely kept,\" I say as I take off the old sheets and put fresh ones on. \n\n\"It's pretty simple, really. Just sweep a bit, change out the sheets for fresh ones, dust everything off, and wipe the windows. Sometimes, the job's so chill that I take a nap in the bed but don't nap too much because that's not what I'm paying you for,\" I chuckled as Anna watched. \"So, any questions?\"\n\n\"How do we know if the beds are comfortable?\" Anna whispered with sultry eyes while watching me shake off the sheets.\n\n\"Uh, I mean, I've napped in them before because I'm the innkeeper and you're totally free to try the beds for yourself. Just, um, change the sheets after because we always want the guests getting fresh sheets and don't nap too often!. We need to get work done after all!\"\n\nWith a smooth motion, my new apprentice closes the door and asks, \"Well, you've slept in a bed alone but how do you know it's comfortable for two guests?\"\n\nI was confused. *Why is she asking me this?*\n\n\"I don't think it makes much of a difference?\" \n\n\"Well,\" Anna said pushing me to the bed, \"why don't we find out. In a smooth motion, she strips and I'm enamored by her smooth body, my face burning in embarrassment.\n\n\"T-this is unprofessional and sexual harassment!\" I utter as my now-nude apprentice advances towards me.\n\n\"It's only harassment if you don't like it,\" she says as her finger grazes my ear and sends shivers down my spine, \"and your member along with your blushing face say otherwise.\" She finishes her sentence with a light chuckle.\n\n\"So, I'll ask again: how well do your beds stand up to multiple guests?\" \n\nMy face is burning as I notice my bulge pushing against my trousers. \"I-I don't know. This is...so...so unprofessional and\"\n\nI get interrupted by her kiss. \"Shhh baby, we're doing this to test the beds and,\" she says pushing me to the bed, \"I want you to teach me about this too.\"\n\nIn an instant, she unzips my trousers, my member poking out, and she presses her body against mine. I quickly resign to the fact that my apprentice is clearly hitting on me and I shiver in pleasure as she makes out with me while stroking me. \n\nMy heart is pounding, having never been with a woman before, let alone one as hot as the vixen who was my apprentice at the moment. Her lips bite mine as she strokes my hair, her fingers sending more sensations through my body. Before long, I don't remember how my shirt came off or how I am as naked as her. \n\n\"Guess we've established that your beds can support two people pretty well... at least when they're still,\" Anna says with another kiss to my neck.\n\n\"What about if they're fucking though?\"\n\nI gulp, my face already burning up with how wrong it feels to be losing my virginity on my job. I'm her boss. I shouldn't be condoning this but it just felt so *good*. \n\n\"Then,\" she says, still on my body, \"teach me about this too.\" She whispers as she presses her naked body against mine and I enter her wetness. I gasp as she rides me, the wet chasm gently squeezing my hardness. I lose myself to her, grasping her soft, pale thighs as she rides me. \n\nWithin five minutes, I feel close to finishing and in an instant, she pulls me out, hot whiteness splattering both of us as she lies down on me exhausted.\n\n\"Guess we both know the beds definitely stand up to *heavy* use,\" she whispers on top of me as I begin to fall asleep. \n\n*Damn, still have to clean two more rooms,* I think as I drift off in exhaustion."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Wite mwe a dwiwty stwowy in owo/uwu spweek pwees.
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"content": "Thwe Twaste of Hwis Knowt\n------------------------------------------------\n\nWen Tewwy and Wex fiwst met at a cwub, thwey knwew it wuz mweant to bwe. Fwom thwe smewe of hwis scwent to thwe gway cowor owf hwis fuw, Tewwy knew hwe wantwed thwe awpha wowph in hwis awss. Aftwer a fewe dwinks, thwey wewe swamming each othwer in thwe bathwoom wawlls, the'we snowts liwcking each othwer pawssionatelwye. \n\n\"I wawnt yowe knowt in mwe so bwadly,\" Tewwy mwoaned intwo Wex's eawes. Wex smwiwed and gwowled, \"Youwe gotta wet it fiwst thwough... wiwth youwe thwoat!\"\n\nIn an instwant, Wex woughly gwabbed Tewwy's eawes and shovwed hiws lowng, knowtty cowck down Tewwy's snowt, woughly fuwcking hwis mouwth. \n\n\"MMWPH\" Tewwy mwoaned aws thwe sawty pwe-cwum ewbbed fwom thwe thwick cowck, thwe knowt wight owtside hwis mouwth. Tewwy wicked passwionatewy with hwis touwnge as Wex pwushed Tewwy woughly ontwo hwis cowck. Sawiva dwipped fwom thwe wed, thwobbing wowf cowck aws Wex gowt cwoser, fwinally fewling weady. Tewwy wawnted nothwing mowe thwan thwe tawste owf his knowt in thwe mowment buwt in an instwant, Wex puwwed hwm bawck and kneewed down.\n\n\"Yowu wittwe bwitch, youw wawnt thwis cowck?\" Wex gwowled woughly to Tewwy's eaw.\n\n\"Ywes, I dwo OwO,\" Tewwy loowked on enthwustiaciallwy. \n\n\"Owkway, yowu betwa wowf swut, gewt agwainst thwe staww waww and shwow youw bowy pusswy!\"\n\nWithwin sewconds, Tewwy hawd puwwed hwis pwants down and Wex was wailing hwis twight wowlf asshowe. Tewwy's howows joined the chowus owf howows in thwe cwub bathwoom, fuww owf couwpwes hooking up.\n\nWex waws wough buwt Tewwy woved it. Thwe way it swid in and owt of hwis awss swent pweasuwe shwivering thwough hiws paws, leawving hwim to want to fewl thwe knowt entwe him.\n\nTewwy gowt hiws wish soown. Awftwe twen minuwtes owf wough fucking, Wex shwoved hiws knowt in and fiwwed uwp Wex with howt, miwky whitenwess. Puwe couwsing pweasuwe shoowk Tewwy's bowdy aws Wex gwabbed thwe beta wowf's wiwdly wagging taiw. \n\nAws Wex puwwed owt, Tewwy's mind was bwank wiwth pweasuwe, lowst to thwe sewnsation owf bweing dwominated bwy such a stwong awpha wowf. \n\n\"Cwean owf my cowck,\" Wex cowmmanded and aws Tewwy bwindwy wistenwd, Wex knew this beta wouwd nevwe fowget thwe twaste of hwis knowt.\n\n~~------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\nHowpe youw enjwoyed it OwO ~"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are a proud warrior from a race of reptilian humanoids in space for the first time. You have been assigned to a human to be provided with warmth. The intoxicating sensation of their soft and warm body has finally broken you self control and you decide it's time reward YOUR human.
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"content": "I stepped into my pod in the clan ship. Pod was not an apt name for the large two thousand square feet living chamber and private training area. This carpeted floors caught my claws with each step, I walked to the walls and punched in my code for an apples and a few meat cubes for my pet. The terminal dropped the meat into my hands, I turned my attention to the small tent in the corner of my pod. A head poked out, my pet was one of the humans. Once a proud and powerful race, they have since found comfort in scaly hands. My human was a male and in peak physical condition, while some Kiith spoil their little pets I like to train my for combat.\n\nThe human crawled out of his tent and approached me. He was only six feet tall which made me tower over him with my eight feet. He hugged me tightly before taking the apple from my hand. \"How did the campaign go, kill anything?\" \n\nI flicked my tongue at him, \"Of course, I managed to kill a mountain of paper work and I stepped on an insect.\" He smiled, I liked the range of facial expressions in humans. It made communication more open than my own people.\n\n\"Sounds boring. I'm guessing you Kiith haven't had a good fight since the humans. We almost kicked your asses if my books are correct.\" He placed his hands on my belly, another human trait I enjoyed was their desire to make contact with familiar things. They were so warm as well. \n\n\"Yes yes. You managed to bring down one of our colony ships. Then the mothership came and made pets of seventy five percent of your population and the rest became citizens.\" A chirp of pleasure escaped my muzzle.\n\n\"Mera. Can I ask for something?\" His brown eyes locked on my red ones and a hand ran through his dark brown hair. Another over sign my human was concern with something.\n\n\"Ask while you eat, Tom. I will listen.\" Mera is his bastardizaton of my name. He doesn't enjoy pronouncing Merabenazikerakakthenmeth. \n\n\"Well I've tried to be the best pet I can be. I have enjoyed your company even when do that weird shedding dance every few weeks.\" Tom paused waiting for my response but I nodded. Though I should explain that he leaves clumps of hair and skin all over my pod.\n\n\"Could you get another pet? A female?\" Tom asked while meeting my gaze, he would make a great citizen one day. \n\n\"Trying to make an egg?\" I said while handing him the meat cubes.\n\n\"I don't want to breed until I'm a citizen. I just would like the company of someone I can screw. Remeber that time in the park when that tiny Kiith got mad because I uh... Got friendly with his pet. I've been pent up and it isn't like I can jerk off in privacy.\" Tom rubbed a hand though his hair.\n\nMy tail swished in an embarrassed apology. \"I could calibrate the pod for an individual room but I enjoy petting and touching you.\"\n\n\"I like it too but I can't exactly do anything sexual with you, Mera.\" Tom shrugged. \n\nI leaned back and began to chirp in quick succession. It wasn't a laugh but it served the same purpose. I waved my hand over the wall and brought of the videos of human upkeep. \n\n\"Please watch this.\"\n\n\"Are you mocking me, Mera?\" \n\n\"As the owner of a human, their natural body heat stimulates a reproductive urge within. Mating with your human is encouraged and can even be used as a reward system. Male humans are far more receptive to this than female. Every human is unique in their approach to sex. For male Kiith, a male human must be trained to accept penetration while a female natural lubrication can handle the average Kiith with preparation that the humans call for play. For Female Kiith, the average human is twice the size of a Kiith Breeder Caste, be aware that there is a 3.33% chance of giving birth to a Kiith Breeder Hybrid. Constant human interaction will lead to a heat dependance called Breeding Chills. The remainder of this video should be watched with your human pet. \"\n\nTom eyes widen as the video explained even more. The speaker changed from a Kiith male to a human male and female. The male smiled the camera and spoke, \" The Kiith told me I could say whatever I want without getting my master in trouble. I'm not going to mince words, the Kiith are cold and clinical as a prostate exam with cold hands. Their breeders are like their porn stars but get this, five inches is considered extremely well endowed. The average Kiith is three inches and lasts about four to ten seconds. They are senstivet under their muzzle and around their frills. Regardless of gender they both enjoy human warmth. So long as you aren't trying to fist them without lube then you have a compainion for life.\"\n\nThe woman stepped up next, \"While Kiith cocks aren't going to blow your mind. Those tongues put us to shame, strong enough to pick up things but sensitive enough to taste the air. They love the taste of human sweat and my own owner says that we taste similar to C-cytrix nectar.\" The woman blushed and put her hands in her face\n\nThe video ended after a few more details for basic Kiith human upkeep. I dismissed the video and looked to Tom. His mouth was still agape, \"So when I hug you-,\" Tom let the question hang before mustering his courage like a proper citizen. \"What is it like?\"\n\n\"How very timid. Think like a Kiith citizen. You have learned a vulnerability of one who stand as your master. What do you do with this weakness?\" I spoke while dropping into a combat stance.\n\n\"Make it into a strength.\" He said before launching his body at me. \n\nWhile I was much larger than him I only weighed two hundred pounds of sinewy muscle and I trained him to be able to carry me out of a fire fight. He quickly slammed me into the ground knocking the air out of my lungs. His knees pinned my arms down and ran his hands under my muzzle. The heat sent shivers down my spine, in my distraction he managed to roll me on my stomach and get my arm behind my back. I lash my tail into his back and knock him off. He hissed in pain as I stood up and brought my elbow to his jaw. He ducked down and his fingers found their way into my vent. \n\nI snapped a mating call out. My tail swished in embarrassment. Our fight continued for nearly thirty minutes until I managed to pin him with my full body. He relaxed as I rubbed my head against his soft chest. \n\n\"So you are attracted to me?\" Tom asked.\n\n\"I find your company nice and you've been a good training partner.\" I said.\n\n\"You really are clinical. What do you do when you like another citizen?\" Tom asked as my tongue flicked out.\n\n\"Spend time with them. Talk with them. Similar to humans at the park with a lot less talking and more sitting on hot plates.\" I released my grip and adjusted myself until my crotch was hovering over his.\n\nI lowered my body to feel his cock tip enter me. All that heat inside of me was like a thousand thrusting breeders. My body shudder as from my first orgasm of the night. Just sliding down his enormous shaft sent wave after wave of pleasure through my body. My eyes met his and the pure confusion on his face as I gasped to catch my breath. \n\n\"Are you okay?\" Tom asked. \"Your hole is leaking.\"\n\n\"You are quiet large and that is my cloaca. Don't act timid now. I have already had three orgasms. How close are you?\" I asked hoping that I was at least giving him some pleasure.\n\n\"I haven't started. Should I be gentle?\" Tom asked while his hands scratched under my chin. \n\n\"Kiith are not gentle lovers. Even sex is a show of skill. Train me as I have trained you.\" I answered. \n\nI lost conciousness around the third pump, my mind washed the golden pleasures of the flesh. When I awoke I was covered in semen and my alpaca twitched in remember pleasure. \"How many rounds did we go?\" I asked the grinning human. \"Are you spent?\"\n\n\"I could go a few more rounds. That was great, I didn't think you were a screamer. You make cute little hisses when you get off.\" Tom smiled.\n\n\"You find my mating cry pleasant? Then we shall begin soon as I am rehydrated. I feel work down for so little exertion on my end. We must train till we are equal in skill.\" I commanded while flicking my tongue to clean the semen off of my muzzle."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] The meaning of the sign was easily misunderstood
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"content": "Bondage themed, unsurprisingly. All characters are strictly adult.\n\n\\---\n\nShe let the door swing shut behind her, causing a little old-fashioned bell to make a sound. The place she entered had mirror-lined walls, tilt-back chairs, and a tiled floor; it possessed a certain austerity that made it resemble a men's barbershop more than a modern unisex stylist's. As against that, however, the posters depicted exclusively women: the usual glamour shots of beautiful faces framed by pixie-cuts, undercuts, chin-length bobs. \n\nThe reigning scents were perfume, hair product and, perhaps surprisingly, tobacco. All the way in the back, a woman leaned against the countertop, smoking a cigarette through a glass holder. Like the personnel attending to the other two customers present, she was dressed all in black, but instead of a shirt and apron, she was wearing a smart calfskin jacket with a hint of lace between the lapels. Spotted, she stared back at the newcomer and blew a cloud of smoke before speaking.\n\n\"Miss. Excuse me. You have long hair. Have you read the sign?\"\n\nThe girl nodded solemnly. Her thick and lustrous dark hair was indeed long enough to reach past her shoulder blades. She approached, step by hesitant step, earning a couple of fleeting glances from the stylists. \n\n\"Are you sure?\" The woman with the cigarette holder spoke with an accent that was difficult to place, almost as difficult as her age. \"You can still leave, of course.\"\n\nThe long-haired girl nodded again.\n\n\"The safe phrase is 'cut it off'. Do you understand?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" the girl said out loud.\n\n\"My name is Debbie. Follow me.\" The woman turned, unhurried, and opened the door to the back chamber of the shop.\n\nThe back chamber dropped any remaining pretense of modernity. It was dimly illuminated by tasteful standing lamps capped by art deco shades that resembled fans. There were tall, multi-panelled privacy screens with lacquered frames; Biedermeier armchairs and silver-wrought upright mirrors; brocade curtains and cream-yellow mannequins wearing short wigs in chromatic colours. The atmosphere recalled a Regency cathouse, a giddy photographer's studio of the Roaring Twenties, and a cozy private boudoir, all at once. \n\nAnd ropes. There were ropes, everywhere, some piled on the furniture, some cascading down in many-stranded coils from the shadowed ceiling.\n\n\"The clothes.\" Debbie lifted her right hand without looking back.\n\nThe long-haired girl glanced down and began to pinch at the top button of her shirt. Something brushed against her back; a pair of arms came around from behind and seized her wrists, forcing them apart and behind her head. She gasped.\n\nA trio of assistants surrounded her, two women and a man, black-clad and built like gymnasts. They undressed the girl with a strange efficiency. Their hands switched and traded places on her wrists, ankles and waist, as if performing an elaborate choreography; only the limb movements required to slip off each particular garment were allowed, with the rest of her body arrested as firmly as possible. \n\nShe stood fully nude, her wrists held together at her tailbone. The cool air and perhaps a touch of anxiety raised goosebumps on her skin.\n\n\"Number eight to start,\" Debbie said. \"I want to have a look.\"\n\nThe long-haired girl found herself lifted whole into the air. She kicked free with one of her long legs. Debbie frowned; an assistant's hand flew out at once to rein it in.\n\nThe girl was placed on her side on a massive wooden table, where the lamp-light shone well. The trio worked quickly: box tie for the arms, frog tie for the legs, a few ropes linking them together. When they rolled her supine, she was arched painfully. The variant hogtie was simple but effective, putting serious stress on the legs, shoulders, and buttocks.\n\nWith a sweep of her now-gloved left hand, Debbie pushed a baroque rolling cart into the light. Several objects were laid out on it: a small metal cylinder, a riding crop, a cane, a translucent rod with a bulbous end. A large hourglass.\n\n\"Good luck.\" She gestured to the hourglass, where grey sand was already trickling down into the empty lower half. \"Remember: 'cut it off'. Any time, but... I hope not too soon.\"\n\nShe picked up the cylinder and it buzzed in her hand: a powerful vibrator the size of a lipstick tube. She held it against the bound girl's skin and trailed a lazy, sinuous path from the hip, up the side and along the outline of the ribs, until it arrived at the apricot-hued nipple of a round, compact breast. With her other hand, she stroked the upthrust abdomen, feeling the hardness of its muscles. A fingernail visited the pretty spiral whorl of a bellybutton, stretched long by the tension, and Debbie smiled.\n\n\"Nice body,\" she said. \"I have seen many bodies, and I like yours. Strong, flexible. I don't think you will break from the ropes... but of course we will try.\""
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