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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] "Dont worry i'm sure we can come to an...... argreeable agreement."
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"content": "I know this isn't strictly to the prompt, I went a little off but I hope you enjoy anyway.\n\n***\n\n“Fuck!” \n\nTara looked over from where she sat curled up on a beanbag in her pyjamas, scrolling through her phone. At the kitchen table her roommate Henry was sat with four of his friends, hosting his weekly poker session. He threw his cards on the table in frustration. She didn’t know why he played, he lost nearly every time. Probably for the best though, she thought, that man had a big enough ego without him thinking he was some kind of vegas beating genius. He was usually insufferable for a week after a big win. Until he lost it all the next time they played of course. \n\n“I guess that’ll be you done for the night then Henry, unless you have anything else hidden away?” said Jack “Anything stashed under the mattress for a rainy day?”. Tara had only talked to Jack a few times, but she liked him a lot, he was obviously no stranger to a gym, and he was funny and hard working, self-made, unlike Henry.\n\n“Are you going to take all of my possessions?” Henry said bitterly, taking a sip from his beer. Tara rolled her eyes. Henry really was a bum, but his parents were rich, and he let her stay in the apartment they owned for half rent because he had a crush on her and thought they had ‘potential’. To be honest, the ogleing and inappropriate comments didn’t really bother her, so why not take advantage of his delusion?\n\n“Well we could always make it interesting,” Jack laughed “Why not turn this into a strip poker session?” A few of the other guys around the table laughed as well. \n\n“Fuck off,” Henry snapped, “Its not like any of you want to see that anyway. It’s not like Tara’s playing.”\n\nTara smiled thinly at him “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Might get to see a pair of tits for the first time in your life. Although, given your poker abilities, it might be me seeing yours…”\n\nThe men laughed, all except Henry, who looked even more annoyed. \n\n“Stop being such a pervert Henry. Tell you what, get me another beer and I’ll front you twenty,” Jack sat back in his chair, shaking his empty bottle at the other man.\n\nHenry grunted as he stood up, leaning over and grabbing the bottle off him. “Fine. But you’ll be sorry when I win it all back.”\n\nJack smiled, amused “Sure, we’ll see about that.”\n\nHenry returned to the table with the beer and Jack sighed triumphantly as he sipped it before throwing some chips across the table. “Worth every penny.”\n\n“Whatever, just deal.” Henry grumbled as Tara settled back into her seat, looking back at her phone. She didn’t take anything she was seeing on her screen in as she scrolled, an idea forming in her head.\n\n“Fuck! These cards,” Henry spat in anger “I’ve had shit luck all night.” he sat back in his chair and rubbed his eyes.\n\n“Well,” Jack leaned over to collect the chips “that strip poker offer still stands.” the jest was clear in his voice.\n\nTara stood up, she’d made up her mind. In a rush of bravery she walked over to where they were playing. She put her hands on Henry’s shoulders, she knew he’d lap that up. “Well,” she said “I’d happily front for my good friend here,” she leaned in a little closer and whispered in his ear “assuming I wouldn’t have to pay rent this month of course.”\n\nHenry gulped, “I suppose, erm,” he nodded to himself, rocking slightly in his chair, thinking how he’d explain that one to his parents, “yeah, yeah, I suppose that could work.”\n\n“Well good,” Tara slipped down onto an empty chair next to him and looked directly at Jack, raising an eyebrow, “I suppose you’d better play.”\n\nJack paused for a moment, sipping his drink, a half smile on his face, “I suppose we’d better.”\n\nThe player whose turn it was to deal slid cards across the table and the round started.\n\nTara didn’t really follow what was going on but she watched Jack closely. “Raise twenty.” he said, throwing some chips into the centre.\n\n“Call,” said Henry after a cursory glance at his hand of cards.\n\nThe players looked at each other slightly confused unsure if one of them should say anything. Jack coughed to get Tara’s attention and she looked over. “It’s customary,” he said playfully, pausing for a moment, “to put your chips in the centre.”\n\nTara smiled, straightening up in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and pulling her top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her boobs popped out, jiggling for just a moment before coming to rest. She threw her shirt as nonchalantly as she could into the centre of the table. Some of the men looked away in embarrassment, some ogled on, she could see Henry desperately trying to squint sideways to get a look. Jack’s eyes brushed over her chest before he looked her dead in the eye.\n\n“I don’t know if it would be impolite to look, or impolite not to look…” he glanced back down for a few seconds, appreciating her “I guess the latter,” he said, a light-hearted pensivity in his voice. \n\nNext to her she could see Henry desperately trying to peek, but he was simultaneously trying to play it cool. Cute, she thought, stretching her arms back and pushing her chest forward as she did so. Henry looked away, trying to keep up his tough guy act.\n\nJack blinked and pulled his gaze away, “Gentlemen, I believe we have a game to finish.”\n\nThe next man coughed, unsure what to do, and the round continued. Soon it had come back around, the pot was bigger now. Much bigger. Enough to win back Henry his losings and the rent he’d promised Tara. “I call again.” he said nervously, a bead of sweat running down his forehead.\n\n“Well I suppose it’s my turn,” Tara stood up, turning around so her ass was facing the table. She looked back over her shoulder at Jack. Slowly she pulled the shorts she was wearing over her ass, fully exposing herself. She felt a rush of embarrassment mixed with excitement as she felt how wet she was. She threw her bottoms onto the table along with the rest of the chips and her top.\n\nShe sat back down, completely naked now apart from her cute little ankle socks.\n\nAfter a second or two the men remembered that they were playing a game of cards. “Show ‘em gents.” said the dealer, pulling himself away from Tara’s chest.\n\nHenry laughed and flipped his cards over, the Queen of Diamonds and the Queen of Clubs fell face up onto the table.\n\n“Full house,” he said gleefully, forgetting for a moment that his gorgeous roommate was sitting naked right next to him. \n\nAs Henry leaned in to pick up the chips Jack laughed “not so fast.” He flipped over his hand, the Eight and Nine of Diamonds. “Straight flush,” Henry stopped dead in his tracks, the colour draining from his face. \n\n“B...But… that’s not...” he stammered.\n\n“Well, looks like I’ll have to just collect my winnings,” Jack leaned back and looked over at Tara, “Why don’t you come sit on this side Tara?”\n\n“Hey, wait, this wasn’t part of the deal!” Henry protested, but Tara had already stood up, the player’s eyes locked on her ass as she walked around to the other side of the table, not breaking eye contact with Jack.\n\n“Well,” he paused as she reached him, putting his hands on her hips “I’m certainly happy with my winnings tonight…”\n\n***\n\nI hoped you liked Part 1, if there's enough interest and I have time I'll do a part 2 on Saturday. This was a little different from my usual stories but nonetheless I enjoyed writing it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a dystopian future, once married women are locked vibrating chastity belts that can only be unlocked by their husbands. The belts vibrate until just before orgasm and then turn off for a period of time. Leaving wives always ready and eager to receive their husband's affections.
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"content": "I never should have married him, except for our wedding night this belt has been on me constantly, teasing and edging me every night for the last 2 years. It wouldn't be so bad if he was like he was before we married, when he couldn't keep his hands off of me, but as soon as we for back from our honeymoon he started having an affair with his secretary. He knows I can't leave him of course, he has quite literal control over my body, hell his mistress has my key just to make sure he doesn't have a moment of weakness and let me out..\n\nOh no.. I think it is starting again.."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: God has granted you all his powers, making you completely omnipotent. Naturally, your thoughts turn to sex.
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"content": ">Author's Notes: Contains complete omnipotence. \nFor clarification: \n*Completely (adj.):* totally; absolutely; including all required, expected, necessary parts;\"\n*Omnipotent (adj.):* having unlimited and total power, control, or might \nAs such, expect erotic horror and thus, disregard of human biology.\n\n**When The God** bestowed me with his powers, mights, and qualities, I was under no false illusions. Omnipotence explicitly means one does not lose the powers, and one does not lend said powers away either. He was still mighty, and I was still equal to him, at best. Thus, any means of total refactoring, absolute reformation took a drastic, sudden, unimpeded halt.\n\nInstead, a *stir* in my loins reminded me of a need that had been often forgotten, relinquished, denied by a code of ethics, a law of mundanity, a desire to remain in a society that pl*ac*es boundaries on the act of procreation. This was the first act of blasph*em*y I remedied.\n\nI took to my home town, and in my humble form, I took a gaze at a fellow person. They were on the way home, most likely. Not anymore. T*hey* immediately turned towards me, armed with bedroom eyes, naughty grin, and blushy cheeks.\n\n\"Hey, there, handsome. Want to go date with me?\" She said. S*he* didn't ask a name, and how would she have the thought, hadn't I had it either. Still una*ccus*tomed to the open flirtation of the opposite sex, I had but a stutter to mutter as I nodded in agreement. The first step to procreati*o*n had been achieved.\n\nShe led me to her home, fiddling with her keys as she opened the door for me. As I went inside, she decided to pull out candles and prepare food for a d*inn*er at home, wanting to make the date perfect. It was the moment of my realisation: I went through motions, and bowed to t*h*e code of ethics I took offense to, the law of mundanity I despised. I looked at her again. She halted, then turned around. She wa*lk*ed over to me, and un*did* my pants.\n\n\"Hmm, you are a big fellow, aren't you? I'd love to see it up cl- Oh!\"\n\nAs pants and underpants were r*emo*ved, it set free the vector which would set free the pleasures un*known*. It had grown mighty under m*y* supremacy, and my will was d*ire*cted through it as it bobbed upwards, hardened. The woman began salivating at the sight, though the tinge of a*w*e was evident. She took to pleasing it to the best of her ab*ilities*, and after I grimaced a bit, even better than that. Her tongue caressed my shaft, *wettened* the skin that would soon find their way within her.\n\nWith a quickened movement, she was flipped onto the table, inexplicability und*re*ssed. I placed the *tip* of the shaft of the cock that were to penetrate this young female... And pushed. Enjoyment in her voice and arousal in her face soon *gave way* to fright and terror. \"It's not gonna fit... but I still want it inside me so badly. Please...\"\n\nI asked, prodding against her. \"So, shall I penetrate or not?\"\n\nShe seemed heavily con*flic*ted at the question. \"Yes! Wait, no! But perhaps if you go slowly... That's never gonna fit, is it... Please, I can't wait, but...\"\n\nI pressed onwards, and made her enjoy it. A wail of pain was cut short by a cry of joy, and s*h*e was smiling and horrified alike, as her body readily enjoyed what her m*i*nd couldn't grasp. I, on the other hand, had my first ta*st*e of blis*s*, as the tight folds gave way little by little, and my ner*v*es were assaulted in the most pristine of ways. I feared I might not last, until I feared no more, but lasted still, a*s su*ch is the omnipotence. The sun set, giving way to moonlight as I pistoned within th*e fer*tile woman. She lost count of time, surely, and j*ittered a*bout, half insane and half blissfully pleased. I, in turn, saw her body bulge at my penetration, and co*ul*d perfora*te the c*ervix to enter the womb itself with the tip of my cock. Finally, at the break of dawn itself, I came. Seed of procreation flo*oded he*r, and I knew I impregnated her thoroughly. As I removed myself, the entrance to her most private tr*eas*ure lingered open a bit, before tightening shut as to p*reserve* my seed.\n\nI sat down onto the recliner, rested to entertain my refractory period, when I r*ea*liz*ed* m*y om*nip*oten*ce yet *again*. Thus, I remedied the second act of blasphemy.\n\nA woman m*anife*sted in my lap. S*he w*as het*erochro*matic, a quartz white in her left eye as an o*nyx bl*ack colored the other eye. Her hair a summary of multi*colo*red strands, shimmered in the colors of the rainbow, as* the ski*n was perfectly soft and free of blemishes. Her lips shined a cri*mson r*ed, her bosom ample and desirable, and her nethers wettened and begging for procreation. She* was fre*e of clothing, but adorned with accessory both unfam*iliar and unpricabl*e. A glass bauble, containing a black hole, clung to her n*eck witho*ut strand or leather band to hold it *against he*r skin, as ankles were a*dorn*ed with rings of bl*ooming ros*es, seem*ingly gro*wing from within her.\n\n\"Praise be onto you.\" The per*son* said, and lifted herself to str*addle* atop of me. A feeling as clingy *as h*oney, as smooth as s*ilk*, and as startlingly ent*icing* as a warming medicine enveloped my penis. I felt certain that this was the s*pot* to breed my true de*scend*ants. I pushed within her, releasing my seed in perfect bliss with e*very* thrust. She cried and wept tears of true harmony as she bore my children, the belly swelling to accommodate my sper*m no*w and my children later, as I removed myself in orgasm. My refrac*to*ry period was limited to the moment I pul*led* out, and ended as I pushed bac*k in*. My breath drew more a*n*d m*or*e of bu*rni*ng oxygen in as my muscles found the s*tre*ngth to *con*tinue time and time a*ga*in. Loudly, boldly, orgasm after org*as*m was proclaimed and not on*c*e was a lie fou*nd i*n these orgasms, not in mine and not in hers.\n\nI set her aside, an*d we*nt outside. The people of my hometown, they panicked at the sight of m*e, hard*ened, *ready*. They feared, until they f*ear*ed no more, until they wished to *be t*he next procreation project of mine. Alas, it was th*at* moment w*h*ere I rea*liz*ed th*a*t I re*aliz*ed the ab*s*olute *e*xt*e*nt of omnipotence. As I re*m*ained shackled b*ef*ore to the whim*s of a*nother, I re*fuse*d to an*ym*ore. A sheath of soft flesh, pe*rfe*ct to my o*wn* whims an*d m*odulat*ing t*o my own de*sires* at an ins*tan*t, grew o*ver my* cock, as I remained in neve*rending* bliss. My *scr*otum, b*efo*re on*ly th*e performer of o*ne* half *of* the pr*o*crea*ti*o*n*al cy*cle*, grew di*storted and mig*hty, as it s*oon cou*ld br*eed with impun*ity what I req*ui*red, in th*e amoun*ts I ne*eded, and sto*red mor*e if I cou*ld need *more, bo*th with*in m*e an*d witho*ut me.\n\nI gr*ew ma*ssiv*e wh*en m*y heart desired, to fulfi*ll desires obscene an*d daring, foolhardy an*d impossib*le to man, Penetr*ation o*f a building or t*he wi*s*h to cru*sh a tower beneath my mig*hty bott*om. I grew sm*all and ti*ny, for when my wish*ed wanted, I created *what I craved*. I experienced *perfect* bliss tim*e and tim*e again, and wh*en I felt it wa*s not *perfect, I* accommodated to perfect it. I c*reated my kind not for altruistic* purposes, I created them for my *desires*. If my unkindly *figure wanted a kindred* spirit, I *could free on*e, a*nd if I wanted to feel domin*ance in the f*ace of omnipotence, I* unfreed the kind*red spirit*, sometimes both in a* mental s*tate and in a *physical st*ate. \n\n*And now you stand before me, call me an abomination? I am the culmination, the progenitor of life, the genetical basis on which your kind is allowed to exist. You call my sight unhuman, but you speak nonesense, as my form is the culmination of a perfected sex, a perfect being that has* **solved** *it's desire for procreation.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) The princess has noticed her dear younger brother growing a little more distant. She goes to confront him, only to find him lying with a woman in bed. In a fit of jealousy and an attempt to show superiority, she goes to show them how a real woman fucks.
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"content": " Princess Hylde made her way down the long corridor towards her brother's quarters. As of late she felt the two of them had been sort of estranged. Most of the time he held up in his room to read and she had been busy preparing for a war she did not wish to fight. *Perhaps this is getting to him as well.* Hylde pondered as she arrived at the old white wood door, she had no idea what to say. She let out a heavy sigh and gave a loud thunderous knock. To her surprise she heard a strange thud from the other side. \n \n \n Hylde feared her brother may have fallen and burst her way into the room. When her eyes settled on the sight before her something in her stomach turned. There in bed with her younger brother was a gray skinned demon girl, she looked to be one of their mages from the look of her purple robes that lay splayed by the beds foot. Hylde took a second to compose herself before she walked inside and closed the door behind her. She walked over to her brother bed side and cleared her throat. “I am sorry to interrupt, but I wished to speak with you Moreix.” She spoke as if nothing was odd about their situation. \n \n \n Moreix seemed confused but he managed to find some words. “Well I am a bit busy elder sister, could we speak later?” He asked in a slight annoyed tone. \n \n \n Hylde found herself looking over her brother naked form and also at the form of the demon girl. “I see no reason why we should.” She gave a slight smirk as she sat next to him and her. “I quite enjoy the view.” She placed her hand on his thigh. \n \n \n “Well it is a bit uncomfortable for Morgan I imagine.” He looked to his lover in hope of some help. \n \n \n Morgan had turned crimson despite he spite her gray complexion, the sight shocked even Hylde. “I cannot refuse my future queen, my prince.” She said with all the practiced manner of a court mage. \n \n \n Hylde's grin turned a bit devilish as she looked to them both, the sight of the two of them had stirred her inside and she wanted to be satisfied. “That's the kind of loyalty I expect of my future subjects, how about you come over and help me with my blouse darling.” \n \n \n Morgan crawled over on all fours letting her naked body slide out form under the silk sheet. Hylde took her by the hair and kissed her, she glanced at Moreix and slid her hand up his leg towards his member. He flinched slightly but allowed her to grab hold of his thick stiffened cock. It felt like the handle of a sword in her hand which put her more at ease, she began to stroke it him gently which made him go red. Morgan began to unlace Hylde's blouse as the two began to wrestle with their tongues, the princess could see the wiles that must have attracted her brother. Her spit tasted sweet and her warmth was unlike that of her own race, she didn't even notice as More grabbed hold of her now bare breasts and began to knead them. \n \n \n Hylde tugged her brother cock more violently which made him groan a bit as precum spilled from the tip of his cock. Hylde let her other hand find Morgan's sex which had blossomed with her passion, she easily slid three finger inside of her and began to work them with maddening quickness. The three of them moaned in sync as More began to explored Hylde's body with his mouth. He kissed her breast then traced her naval with his tongue before it found her delicate flower. Her passion rose as his tongue danced against the walls of her pussy in a well practiced manner. She moaned louder as she worked Morgan cunt violently enough to make her squirt all over Hylde's hand. She chuckled and let herself lay back as More continued to message her insides with his thick tongue. She felt the tip trace the ridges in her vaginal wall which made her giggle. “Stop teasing me brother, I want to feel you inside me.” Hylde said as she pulled more up on top of her. \n \n \n More kissed Hylde passionately with his juicy firm lips as he slid his thick member inside of her. She groaned a bit as his massive cock began to split her in two. She grabbed hold of ass and began to move his waist for him, but he had his own ideas of how to pleasure her. He began to wildly thrash her insides which made Hylde's back arch as she firmly squeezed his muscular cheek. Morgan began to kiss him as she Hylde gestured for her to sit on her to come closer. “I want to taste you darling, come to me so I can pleasure you.” \n \n \n Morgan nodded as she straddled Hylde's face and blushed, the princess chuckled as she let her lon pointed tongue works its' way inside of Morgans luscious pink flower. She swirled her tongue about exploring each crevice inside of Morgan's pussy, the demon moaned load as her waist began to move against Hylde. The princess moaned louder as she felt her brother's pace quicken and his cock began to swell. Hylde grabbed hold of Her brother's waist and forced him to move harder, as she slammed into her his sack slapped against her soft thick ass which filled Hylde with a strange sort of ecstasy. Her womb gripped the tip of his cock and refused to let him go, as he tried to pull away his member seemed to twitch even more. \n \n \n Morgan let out a violent moans as drool trailed down her chin, her juices covered Hylde's face in a sweet erotic scent that made her head go light. Moreix screamed out in shock as his cock exploded inside of his elder sister, Hylde let out a satisfied moan as his warmth filled her insides and spilled out onto the bed. The three of them collapsed on top of each other as the heat from their passion filled the room with a thick humidity. They panted as Hylde wrapped her arms around both of them and pulled them in close. \n \n \n “That was a good talk.” Moreix said with a slight chuckled. \n \n \n “I'm glad you enjoyed it, I do hope we can talk again in the future.” Hylde joked as she let her younger brother rest against her breast with Morgan. \n \n \n “I hope so as well.” Morgan said as the three of them fell off into a blissful sleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When asked what she wanted for a reward for saving the princess, the Succubus simply asked that the royal guard gangbang her.
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"content": "\"Hol' up.\" One of the royal guards asked.\n\n\"...Yes?\" Vayra responded.\n\n\"I don't know about this.\" He elaborated. \"You're Succubi.\"\n\n\"Yes??\" She said, rolling a palm in an effort to coax the rest out of him.\n\n\"...So sex with you means we'll die.\" He estimated nervously.\n\n\"I thought the same thing!\" Someone else added.\n\nVayra watched the widespread stroking in the crowd subside suddenly as the room erupted in debate between the men. Apparently, this had been a lot of concern. But she couldn't help but revert to laughter. In all honestly, it was probably the hardest she'd laughed in centuries.\n\n\"Oh, you.\" She finally managed to wheeze out, \"If... If I wanted to drain you, I could. But I promise I won't... Imani would be angry if I did such a thing.\"\n\n\"Demon, you refer to our queen as such.\" One larger guard demanded.\n\n\"Fine. *Queen Imani* would be angry with me for killing her entire royal guard.\" Vayra mocked as she waved her hands. \"Speaking of which... There's maybe only what? 30? 40 of you? Kind of thought there would be more.\"\n\n\"You... You wish for us to call the reserves?\"\n\n\"The more the merrier.\" She flirted. \"Besides, more men means there's a greater chance you'll survive.\"\n\nThe sight of her licking her lips to this seemed to send a chill through the audience. But then, she reverted back to her bubbly demeanor and blew a kiss at the man who'd said such.\n\n\"I see, you still need convincing.\" She acknowledged.\n\nThe guards eyed her hourglass figure as she waltzed to a veil and flung it open. Inside was a cask, larger than many present had ever seen. She laid in front of it and removed what few garments covered her. She tasted herself and exposed all to everyone present.\n\n\"Your Queen rewards your loyalty! I, along with this; am yours to enjoy!\"\n\nFree sex with a succubus was debatable. But *free mead* and sex with a succubus?\n\nBefore long the room had descended into pure debauchery. Vayra got her wish, as she was being passed from man to man. Some only wanted her mouth. Others her womanhood. And some others wanted to find their treasure somewhere else.\n\nIt was a particularly large fellow this time. And Vayra moaned in delight as she clenched down, his member lodged deeply past her sphincter. He wasn't gentle, but then again, neither was she.\n\nThe assfucking continued unabated. Another had stepped forward and hiked her legs up. And before long, he too had joined in. Both her snatch and ass being pummeled. More lined up for her to suck them. And others simply offered themselves up for her hands, knees, and even feet; if possible.\n\nMany of them swapped places and traded out as needed. But, the drunker they got, the more brazen the acts became. Eventually they made games out of it. Who could go the most rounds with her. How many of them could fit in each hole. Who could possibly satisfy her.\n\nIt had expanded from simply royal guard. Mages. Barhands. Orc and Minotaur gladiators. Even some who worked the fields, that she deemed worthy.\n\nShe indulged them all. Big or small. Fat or skinny. Muscled or scarred. Their lifeforce was a feast. A smorgasbord after relative starvation for so long. It taught her everything about them. Their pasts, their souls. She made sure to indulge each partner's deepest secrets.\n\nThe pleasure wasn't one-sided. Many of the men who had worked for the kingdom had at least fantasized about 'the Queen's Aide' for at least the better part of a decade.\n\nThus, as the day wore into night, it continued. Another had to be wheeled in. And some who had indulged a little too much had to be wheeled out. The reserves had arrived, and despite Vayra's messy appearance, had jumped at the chance equally as the first brigade.\n\nAt a certain point, Vayra lost her control. The world became hazy, numb and wonderfully sticky.\n\n---\n\nImani watched with curiosity as Vayra returned slowly, her wings dropping her onto the large bed they shared. Despite the hours long soak in the baths, one could still faintly make out the scents of sweat and mead.\n\nShe didn't say anything at first, simply taking the chance to nuzzle her partner's breasts as she relaxed in finality.\n\n\"It's been three days.\" Imani said as she stroked her hair. \"Have you had enough?\"\n\n\"Never.\" Vayra answered as she began fingering her partner gently.\nThe pair locked lips as things began to warm up again.\n\n\"Would you like to accompany me next time?\" The succubus asked next, \"I got a little lonely there near the end.\"\n\n\"I'll think on it.\" Imani said, as Vayra's tail wrapped around both of them.\n\nThe kingdom for the first time in a eon, was at peace."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A science ship crew picks up an alien egg. The young alien is sentient, and the female crew adopts him. All is well, until he enters heat for the first time.
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"content": "This is the final log of Captain Morgana Wróżka, of the ISS Freyja. Our mission is doomed. If you find the drifting husk of our ship, do **not** approach. Destroy our ship. Save yourselves.\n\nWe picked up an egg from Andrade II, on a standard research mission. Within a day, it had hatched. The being spawned from it resembled a human, with pale blue skin, long limbs, and features that could only be described as elfin. His eyes were sea-green. We named him Danny. From the beginning, we always thought he was cute, and wanted to care for him. We quickly realized that he was aging at an accelerated rate. Within a week, he began speaking. Two weeks later, he resembled a five year old boy. A month later, he was indistinguishable from an Earth-teenager.\n\nA recording is played, a strange soft voice saying \"Nurse Amanda, my... erm... appendage is hard\" \n\nWe could never have known the drastic consequences of that statement. Lieutenant Amanda Lamark explained puberty to him, and provided him both instructional materials, and access to that sort of program in the hologenerator. Over the next month, he was frequently blushing, ogling the crew, and becoming increasingly agitated. When he reached full maturity, he stood eight feet tall, and was inhumanly strong. \n\nNot long after that, we all started noticing a certain agitation. The entire ship started getting hornier than a co-ed college dorm. Within a few days, crewmen started becoming pregnant. When asked, they would no- they *could* not tell us how this had happened. None of us suspected the truth, after all, Danny is an alien! What were the odds that he could impregnate humans. We all started having wet dreams, more erotic by the day. None of us could perform our duties. The pregnancies were progressing rapidly, their bellies swelling every day. We had no idea what was going on, until First Officer Lucy Messalina decided to film her sleep. Danny came into her room, and put a hand on her shoulder. She awoke, and practically tore off his clothes. He pinned her to the bed, and had his way with her. He's far stronger than he looks, with a cock the size of a human forearm. He then told her to go back to sleep, and forget what happened. \n\n*At this point, her voice becomes breathy, her breathing heavy, and wet noises can be heard on the recording.*\n\nGods above, so soon... No... I must finish this quickly. Lucy showed us the video, saying that she couldn't remember it, and was unable to say anything about it. We approached Danny, showed him the video. He explained that he couldn't help himself. He was too horny, and nothing was helping. He offered to fuck us all, relieve the tension. While he was screwing one of us, Amanda ran in. The first pregnant woman had given birth, if you could call it that. Her belly had continued swelling, far past where it should have, until her skin burst. She wanted to try an emergency caesarian on the next furthest along, but her hands refused to lower the scalpel into them. \n\n*A knocking is heard in the background, and a voice like before called out: Morgana! Are you in there?*\n\n*She continues, frantically, moaning with desperate lust between every other word*\n\nFuck! I don't know how long I can resist him! I'm the only one he hasn't gotten to yet! He's got psychic powers, he can make us do as he wills! His lust is insatiable, and there are more of his kind born from it! We cut the engines, but I can't self-destruct, and none of us can fight him!\n\n*Morgana, open the door*\n\nI... fuck! I can't stop myself! Record for five minutes and then broadcast constantly, do not override without self-destructing the ship! No! Please, don't do this!\n\n*There are sounds of a door opening, a thump of someone being slammed into a wall, ripping of clothing, and the wet sounds of rough sex. The moans coming out of Morgana rise beyond any ecstasy you have ever heard or experienced. The moans you presume are from Danny are very sensual, soft and calm, with undertones of bestial desire. The calls of \"Don't! Stop!\" quickly become purrs of \"don't stop...\" Abruptly, the sounds of thrusts slow, the moans fade, and there's sounds of Morgana being lowered to the ground.*\n\n*The broadcast goes silent, followed by his voice, one last time: Come, we will be many, offering pleasure beyond imagination. Join us.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young woman becomes suddenly and spontaneously naked. Unbeknownst to her, it only lasts 5 minutes.
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"content": "“Jessie! It’s not the same design. Luke didn’t copy off you. I helped him check it, while he was building it, and it’s totally different on the inside. It just sort of looks like yours!” Lainey said. I couldn’t believe she was taking his side.\n\n“Then he won’t mind if I take a look at it!” I shot back at her.\n\n“I bet he won’t, but don’t act like it’s an interrogation or something!”\n\n“I’m not!” I said, “I’m texting him right now… ‘Luke, I need to speak to you privately, in your room.’ See? Perfectly neutral.”\n\nLainey crossed her arms, but Luke texted me back, “OK” before she could even say anything.\n\n“See? I’m just going to go talk to him!” I said, and headed off.\n\nIt really didn’t seem like Luke to steal my design, but his robot looked just like mine. We’d been friends since high school, and we even came to the same college for its robotics program. We’d been in tons of competitions before, but this was the first time he’d ever beaten me! And he did it with a robot that was clearly just a clone of mine. It was infuriating. And just when I was wondering if there was something more to the way that he’d been hitting on me all week. It seemed like a funny joke at first… we were friends! It would be like dating my brother or something, but y’know… the school had sent us all the way out to Hawaii, and we had tons more downtime than we expected, so it was nice to have something to do… and his little “group outings” where all of our friends mysteriously bailed had still been… fun. He knew how to date, I guess, or whatever… but, no! It was all a smokescreen, so that I wouldn’t notice that he was stealing my design so that he could take the win!\n\nI put on a casual face and knocked on his door.\n\n“Jessie!” he said, as he opened the door. He had a silk, Hawaiian shirt halfway unbuttoned, and his hair was all smoothed down. I could tell that he was being all sexy, to try to distract me… but it wasn’t working! “Glad you like what you see!” he said.\n\n“What? Who said I liked it? Who said anything?” I could feel myself blushing all of a sudden.\n\n“You didn’t have to say anything! You were looking at me like when I saw you and Lainey watching that thirst trap compilation!”\n\n“I… I was not!” I said, stepping into the room. “You look like one of them!”\n\n“I do?” He asked, way too smugly.\n\n“I don’t… I mean… You look like you want to look like one of them… They look different!”\n\nHe smiled to himself, and he started to do a dance from the videos we’d been watching all week. He even sang along. I hated how much I laughed. He seemed pleased with himself, as he let the door close itself. “Jessie, can you give me a sec? I need to grab something from the bathroom...”\n\nI just waved at him to go. I was still laughing too hard. He really did look like a cute E boy. It was funny and… weird. He closed the door to the bathroom after himself.\n\nHe was in there for a moment, and it sounded like the sink was running. I started to look around the room. His robot was right out on the table. I gently flipped open one of the panels… and Lainey was right. It was totally different on the inside. I closed it right up, mortified. All of my anger sort of drained away, but I still felt weird. He really was just… being fun and cute? Was he really… attracted to me? Did he want to have sex… like… with me?\n\nI found myself imagining it, and my skin felt hot. My heart was beating faster in my chest, and I felt like I didn’t want to stop imagining it. Was I actually getting turned on? My first instinct was to say yes, but that would be slutty, so I went with my second instinct, which was to bolt out of the room! Before I reached the door though, I suddenly felt carpet under my feet.\n\nI looked down to see that I was completely naked! I heard a sound, and I turned to see that Luke had stepped out of the bathroom. I froze.\n\nHe froze.\n\nI noticed that he had “Jessie I love you” print-transferred on his chest, and a towel wrapped around his waist.\n\nHe seemed to drop his towel in shock. “Jessie! Your tits are amazing!”\n\nI covered my chest, out of embarrassment, “No! They’re way too big!” I always wore hoodies and baggy shirts to hide my chest, literally always, even on this trip in Hawaii. I had to have my mom take me to a specialty shop to have bras made for them. They were like porn star boobs or something. He really did seem to like them though, as his cock rose up almost instantly. I pointed at it, “You have your vibrator-cock out!”\n\n“My… my vibrator… what?” he said, confused, even as he suddenly covered it.\n\n“I…. I...” couldn’t believe what was happening. I suddenly blurted out everything in my head. “I have a vibrator! It’s a dildo that looks almost exactly like your cock. It was the first thing that I thought of!” I could feel my face burning red. “Why are you naked?”\n\n“I accidentally dropped my towel!” he stammered. “Why are you naked?”\n\n“I don’t know!” I said. “Why would I be naked in your room?”\n\nI realized the implication of what I said, just as he was bolting past me. “Hold that thought!” he shouted, as he was out the door and across the hall in a flash. “Ted! Ted Open up! I need condoms! Ted I need condoms right now!” he shouted, as he pounded on his friends door. His own door closed behind him. I realized that a part of me thought he had a cute butt… I tried to push it away.\n\n“Where are my clothes?” I whined, to the universe.\n\n“Oh… They’re right here,” A woman’s voice answered from behind me.\n\nI turned around to see a woman with a body straight out of hentai sitting on Luke’s bed. She looked like some kind of sexed-up barbie doll. She was dressed all in pink. Sparkly pink strappy six-inch heels, pink latex pants and a tiny pink halter top. Her hair was jet-black with streaks of pink through it… and she had a tail, a red tail, and gold horns. She was absentmindedly twiddling with a pink wand in her hands. My clothes were folded next to her.\n\n“Who are you!?” I shouted, as I covered myself again.\n\nShe smiled and flourished her hands, her pink manicure gleaming. “I’m your fairy godmother!” she said, her voice like spiced sugar syrup.\n\n“You look like some kind of succubus stripper or something!”\n\nShe shrugged. “I am a succubus… I’m also your fairy godmother.” She winked at me. “I decided to branch out.”\n\n“What are you doing here? What’s going on? How is any of this possible?” I had a million questions.\n\nShe only answered a few of them. “You are about to have some pretty-okay-for-a-first-time sex with your true love. I’m here to stop you from screwing that up!” She smiled to herself and licked her teeth. “I thought I’d give things a little push… and a little spice.” She giggled\n\n“I can’t just have sex with Luke. I’m not a slut!”\n\nShe stood up with surprising grace in the heels she was wearing, and she circled around me. “Aww… Jessie… of course you are!” She poked me on the nose. “You’d never have gotten paired with me if you weren’t slutty enough to handle a Succubus Fairy Godmother! Those sorts of things don’t happen!”\n\n“We haven’t even been on a real date! We can’t just have sex!”\n\nShe laughed aloud. “Of course you can!” She took my face in her hand and leaned in close to me. “Listen, Jessie, I can’t actually make you do anything, but you have a really simple choice… Luke is locked out of the room right now. If you truly don’t want to bang him, just put your clothes back on before you let him in. Otherwise… you can trust me and immediately have the third-best sex you’ll have before you fly back to school. Up to you!” She started to walk away. “I’m gonna be busy, of course. I’m going to go and transform all of your clothes into… well, sluttier versions of your clothes.” she shrugged. “You can thank me later!” She waved and, before I could say anything, she vanished in a puff of pink smoke that smelled like fireworks and cinnamon rolls.\n\nThere was a knock at the door.\n\nI left my clothes folded on the bed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Vibe bars are the newest craze in sexy eating establishments. Instead of directly tipping the waitresses money is placed in a counting device that then sends an equivalently strong vibration to the toys built into the waitress' uniform. The extra incentive to tip makes it a well paying job.
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"content": "My first day as a waitress at the new Vibe Bar in town.\n\nMy shift started at 9:00 so I got to work early so I could get changed there. Stripping down to my bra and panties I slipped my feet in the pantyhose provided, they where a bright red and matched the stiletto heels. I was one of the floor staff which meant I carried people food and drink to the table, this also meant I was wearing a rather tight red and white 50’s waitress outfit. I almost walked out of the dressing room with out putting the vibrator into my panties. It was slightly curved with a number of bumps on, sliding it in to felt very comfortable.\n\nAs my shift starts I wait for someone’s meal or drink to become ready for me to carry out, I was very nervous about the toy in my panties, how strong is it? Will I drop something? And that’s when it happened and drinks order for a table of three. Picking them up I slowly walked over praying the toy didn’t go off and it didn’t.\n\n“Here are your drinks.” I say placing them on the table it was a group of three women I relaxed thinking they would go easy on the tips but I was wrong.\n\nOn the way back to the kitchen one of the lady’s tipped a small amount. The shock of the vibrations made me jump and squat down, it wasn’t strong enough for an orgasm but I could tell it was only a light vibration.\n\n“You new here?” I heard one of the other lady’s ask before telling me “Those toys can be quite a destruction.”\n\nFor the following hour or so they would tip small amounts as I’d walk past with drinks and food. It was still a surprise every time but I was getting better and better about keeping my cool. I had yet to drop anything.\n\nI could feel my panties where dripping wet and I was very very close to an orgasm but the small vibrations where no where near enough. This torture of being on edge was driving me crazy and lasted for another hour.\n\nTwo hours into my shift and I wanted to go home and cum but there was still another three hour until my brake.\n\nThe lady’s eventually left and the torture stoped... all for five minutes as another group sat at my table. They where young by the looks of things and before even ordering one of them tipped a large amount. The vibrator went crazy and I grabbed my mouth trying it to scream as the hardest orgasm of my life was forced out my pussy. I was able to regain my posture and carried there drinks and food out to them.\n\nThe next three hours where uneventful and I was kind of disappointed, I took the job for a reason.\n\nDuring my brake I changed my panties but the problem was I only had a pair of very tight latex once and they pushed the vibrator into my pussy harder then my normal pair, foolishly I though nothing of it but when the smallest tip came through it felt twice as strong. I remained calm and successful carried out peoples drinks and food with out dropping a single item. I even came while doing it.\n\nMy shift was finally coming to an end and I felt very satisfied with my day, only two orgasms but there where the best. As I walked back to the kitchen with my last order I heard my boss in the speaker.\n\n“We have a new girl here today so I’ve made the smallest tips vibe the hardest. Show her a good time.” He said almost sounding like a TV advert.\n\nMy hart begins to race, and then it hit me... every one in the restaurant had made a tip and just like my boss said they where high vibrations. My toy went crazy like it did before but now it felt twice as strong. Stumbling around the open area for every one to see I let out an orgasm... and the toy kept going. I was weak and almost fell over but caught myself, two more orgasms left me and I was thankful my shift was over...\n\nI slowly walked back to the kitchen and before I could enter another large tip hit. I stumbled and broke a heel not to mention the sudden shock made me squirt all down my pantyhose.\n\nThat night I went home and had the best night sleep... I can’t wait for my shift tomorrow 😉\n\n\nPart two on my profile (Soon)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] The busty vault dweller felt so hot and sweaty from travelling through the scorched Wasteland. She decides to take a break to cool off.
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"content": "Valerie wiped the sweat from her forehead and fanned herself with her increasingly sweaty vaultsuit, jostling her large breasts, as she did. “I had no idea that The Capital wasteland would be this hot in the summer,” she said.\n\n“I doubt that we’ll make it to Vault 88 before nightfall at this pace,” said Lisa, a modified, pink assaultron modified to float on a Mr. Handy thruster rather than to walk on legs. “Perhaps you need somewhere to rest?”\n\n“We should find somewhere,” Valerie said, sweeping a sweaty lock of her long, brown hair out of her face and lifting a bottle of Vim to her full lips.\n\nThe Busty Vault Dweller and her Robot companion headed toward what looked like a ruined homestead site, only to find a group of raiders trying to break into a reinforced cellar door. The raiders, unfortunately, also noticed them…\n\n“I knew I should have tried sneaking over here,” Valerie said, pulling her plasma rifle from her back.\n\n“Engaging Hostiles!” Lisa announced, as she zoomed forward, the twin automatic lasers built into her hands blazing away.\n\nValerie circled around, flanking them, making VATS enhanced headshots against two of the raiders, as she did. Coming around a wall, she was shocked to see a raider in power armor, armed with a Gatling Laser.\n\n“Think you’re so tough!” He shouted, as he started to rain laser fire on Lisa, who had otherwise been making short work of his men.\n\n“Leave my robot alone!” Lisa shouted, as she zoomed in on the Raiders power core and emptied her plasma rifle into it.\n\nBreached, the armor’s fusion core started to glow, the raider commander only barely having time to panic, before he was vaporized in an atomic explosion.\n\nMeeting back up and making some quick repairs to Lisa, Valerie looked toward the door. “I guess we might as well see what all the fuss was about,” she said, seeing that there was an intercom. “We handled those raiders for you!” she said, into the mic.\n\n“What… what do you want?” came the voice of a young woman.\n\n“A cool place to rest for the night would be more than enough,” Valerie answered.\n\nThere was a moment of silence, but whoever was on the other end seemed to think that Valerie sounded trustworthy enough. The pretty and charismatic vault dweller tended to have that effect on people. “You can come inside.” There was a click from the door.\n\nValerie and Lisa entered the pleasant coolness of the underground to find a small shelter at the bottom of some stairs, essentially a studio apartment built for one, and an attractive young, blonde woman wearing a clean but worn institute jumpsuit.\n\n“Thanks for running off those raiders! I think they wanted to use this place as their new hideout. I’m A1… Alice. I’m Alice.”\n\nValerie smiled knowingly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alice. I’m Valerie, and this assaultron is Lisa.” She spotted a shower in the corner, and her eyes practically fixated on it. “Do you mind if I use your shower?” she asked, a bit eager to get out of her sweaty clothes.\n\nAlice nodded. “Of course!”\n\nValerie stripped out of her vaultsuit right there in plain view, not the least bit concerned about the other girl seeing her nudity. Basically everything in the room was open to everything anyway, so it hardly mattered.\n\nAlice seemed to blush, trying to look away a bit, as the brunette stepped under the corner showerhead.\n\nValerie set the shower very cool and eagerly stepped in, glad to feel her body cool down, as sweat and grime were washed away. Her nipples started to stiffen, not only from the cold water but also from the way that she could feel Alice’s gaze on her. Pretending not to look, she decided to tease the other girl just a bit, just to see if she might be interested. She spent extra time washing and groping her large breasts, jiggling and bobbling them about, as she squeezed and massaged them, her heavy tits bouncing and slipping about, as she essentially felt herself up.. She did similar with her sex, rubbing herself between her thighs a bit more than she needed to.\n\nShe looked over to see if the blonde had given a reaction, and wasn’t surprised to catch her sitting on her bed staring. She was surprised to see the little tent at the crotch of Alice’s jumpsuit though!\n\nThe blonde noticed that she noticed, and immediately gasped and covered herself, turning away. “I’m sorry!” She shrieked. She didn’t look back, even as she felt someone right behind her. “I… I have a modification,” she said, able to feel someone right behind her.\n\n“Can I see it?” Valerie asked, gently, standing nude, by Alice’s bed.\n\nAlice turned around, blushing anew, as she saw Valerie’s huge tits at eye level and within arm’s reach. She looked to the side, even as she could feel her heart rate quickening. “O-okay...” she said. She opened and slipped down her jumpsuit, revealing her modest breasts, her small waist, her curvy hips, and a plump, pink cock, burstingly hard, just above her smooth vagina. “I know it’s weird...” she felt a hand on her face, as Valerie turned her head to face her.\n\n“I think it’s lovely,” Valerie said, looking Alice in the eye.\n\n“Y-you do?” Alice asked.\n\nValerie kissed her, lightly, on the lips and nodded. She then lowered herself down onto her knees, between Alice’s spread legs, and she licked her cock slowly and lovingly before taking it into her mouth.\n\nAlice was squirming in place, already starting to move and wiggle her hips, as Valerie pressed her wet, soft boobs over her cock, rubbing it between them, as she moved them up and down over it. Alice was moaning cutely and squirming on the edge of the bed, barely able to control herself as she felt her cock rubbing the soft, tight, jiggly cleavage of Valerie's giant breasts.\n\nWhen she could tell that the other girl could hardly take any more, Valerie squeezed her breasts down over her cock, so that the head peeked out, and she took the crown of Alice’s member into her mouth, sucking it and licking at the tip. Alice exploded, gushing a fountain of creamy cum into Valerie’s mouth, which the busty vault dweller gulped down eagerly, continuing to milk it from her cock with her tits and mouth.\n\nValerie swallowed every drop, moaning, as she did, and then she deepthroated Alice’s cock, starting to bring her still semi-firm cock back to another erection.\n\nAlice was squirming and moaning, clutching the other girls head to her lap, pushing her cock further into her throat, as she got harder.\n\nOnce Alice was fully hard again, Valerie took her out of her mouth and climbed up onto the bed, straddling her, mounting her cock and pressing her own huge tits onto the other girl’s face, practically smothering her head.\n\n“Suck on my tits,” Valerie said, as she started to grind and roll her hips, riding Alice’s thick, hard cock.\n\nAlice did as she was asked, opening her mouth and finding Valerie’s nipple with her tongue, closing her lips around the stiff teat and starting to suck. She was surprised when she started to draw milk!\n\nValerie giggled, “I’ve had a baby before. They never stopped!”\n\nAlice hummed contentedly, enjoying the taste of the breastmilk. She licked at the other girl’s nipple, as she suckled, both of them moaning in pleasure. She reached up and started to grope and knead Valerie’s breasts, making the milk flow even faster and making the taller girl writhe in pleasure.\n\nValerie sighed with utter contentment, feeling her breast so pleasantly sucked and massaged, and her pussy so pleasantly full of hard cock. She felt an orgasm coming on, and she clutched at her lover and moaned out loud as her first climax of the night rushed through her body. She came twice more, both from her tits and from her cunt, before she felt Alice starting to move more erratically, her cock starting to flex and strain. She giggled, “You can cum inside.”\n\nShe did. The blonde’s cock erupted, and she grabbed the other girls hips, as she hilted herself and pumped the busty vault dweller full of cum, Valerie practically able to feel the hot heavy load of seed fill her womb. The two collapsed back onto the bed, Alice’s face still buried in Valerie’s tits.\n\n“You know… I’m sure there’s space for you at Vault 88...” Valerie said.\n\nBoth girls sighed and giggled, nuzzling into each other, as they fell asleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Emily has been cursed by a spell. Her clothes now disappear at the worst of times.
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"content": "Even under the cool shade of the forest, Emily felt like she was dying of heat exhaustion. The chill wind still followed the party from Sanzibar but the rogue’s body could feel none of it, not through the extra layers of tunics and cloaks, leggings, pantaloons and riding chaps that she forced upon herself. Rula observed her stiff form and rode beside her.\n\n“You look thirsty,” the fighter snarked, holding out a wineskin. Emily tried to reach for it but Rula, usually slower than her, easily pulled it away from her thick arms, denying her refreshment. Moreover, the sudden shift to the side left Emily unbalanced, in danger of falling off the mount. \n\nThen she fell. Years of experience climbing through tomb ducts, evading traps, and picking pockets gave Emily an almost supernatural ability to see *ahead*, and now, there was nothing she could do but look for soft ground. An undershirt and leggings vanished from under the pile of excess garb, unseen by anyone but with their absence keenly noticed by Emily, as her shoulder dipped into mud. \n\nBasil turned around when he heard the *splorch*. Casting *Levisto* on Emily, he twisted his hand and the fallen comrade moved with it, pulled out of the sucking pit of wet earth until she stood on the road, half caked in mud. “Feeling cooler now?” he mused.\n\n“Shut up,” she snapped, wiping the soup from her mouth. “How far is it to the lake?”\n\n“If the shopkeeper was right, it should only be a couple hours’ ride,” he replied. “Plenty of time for that mud to turn your little solution to the curse into a harder problem in and of itself.”\n\nRula snapped the reins and her horse cantered forward. “Well then, I suggest we get moving instead of watching Emily turn into sod.”\n\nEmily was lifted again by magic and re-seated on her horse. After cracking a mud-stained smile back at Basil, she rode on. Gratitude was a new emotion for her, one that she had always suspected of being disingenuous and self-serving. That was certainly the case for her. A pleasant, almost needy *thank you* was the easiest of her feigned vulnerabilities to pull off. Looking at Basil now, Emily started to think there might be more to gratitude than she would care to admit.\n\n“How much did you lose that time?” he asked. \n\n“A couple items,” Emily replied. “Not enough to tighten my belt, but the chemise is gone. Leggings too.”\n\n“That’s a shame,” he murmured. He was quite a fan of his fellow adventurer’s green tights and the curves that defined them. “Strange how this curse makes your *inner* clothes disappear first.”\n\n“Like I had a choice.” Emily resented the fact that she did. There had been no need to wear the jeweled ring from the dungeon before it could be assessed, let alone disenchanted. *Ask forgiveness, not for permission* had been her motto for life. The pearl and ruby gems had sparkled under torchlight. When the Tomb of Asha had revealed its final trap, and the ring revealed Emily’s bare lithe torso, she had realized her mistake. \n\n“Well, the lake temple is renowned for dispelling curses. You shouldn’t have to suffer it much longer.” The wizard remembered the fight in the tomb, how the sight of Emily’s perfect breasts had put a spell on him. The week of testing boundaries, finding progressively more dangerous situations that left her even more exposed, had him blushing more than her. Even now, Basil looked at her layers of muddy clothes and wanted to tear them off and nuzzle in her bosom. \n\nEmily felt the danger increase. Her tunic vanished and the clothes pile settled against her skin. “What is it, Basil?”\n\n“Erm, nothing,” he blurted. Basil trotted ahead and left Emily alone.\n\nAs the trio crested a hill, they saw a curved blue line, shimmering on the horizon. The lake grew wider as they rode on, until they reached a dusty crossroad. The lake temple was visible at the end of the road, with only a short distance in a forest between them. Basil stopped to read the signs, leaving his companions in the middle of the road.\n\nEmily was more interested in the water. The heavy clothes and mud encumbered her movement like a plaster cast, and no rogue enjoyed feeling bound. *Freedom, sweet freedom!* she thought, galloping towards the woods. \n\nAs the dust cloud began to settle, she watched every stitch of fabric on Emily disappear as soon as she crossed into the forest. “Wait! Basil! We have to ride, **now**!” \n\n*Water. Cool, refreshing, cleansing water.* Emily could feel the rush of it around her body as she rode hard. An unnatural bristle and a snapping branch broke her daze and she stopped the horse. The saddle felt suddenly *harder*. “No, no no!” she screamed. “I was so close!” \n\nHer companions flanked her and drew weapons. Futher ahead, a cart had been run off the path and laid overturned, it’s contents spilled on the ground. What was left of the driver was still being eaten by a pair of male ogres. The party was still unseen. What ogres lacked in intelligence and wisdom was compensated by raw strength and ferocity. Emily unsheathed her shortsword and dagger. \n\n“I’ll draw them out to the road and you two take them by surprise,” the rogue suggested, but Rula and Basil didn’t move. Both of her companions were still staring at her naked body. She crossed her breasts with her blades and hissed. It was bad enough to be stuck with the curse, but to be objectified by her companions felt worse. “Wake up you two! Ogres now, tits later!” \nRula shook her head and focused. She dismounted and equipped her shield and longsword, then stared at Basil, still in a hypnotic daze. A slight jab with her sword into his leg woke him up. “Wizard! Get the fuck down and get ready to fight!”\n\nThey followed Emily’s plan, the fighter and wizard hiding nearby as the rogue marched on the road, naked as the day she was born. She felt a flash of heat, as if the world was staring at her, judging her. All of her escapades and adventures meant nothing. No gold, no gems, only her bare flesh and the steel in her hands. It shook her nerves and weakened her resolve. Looking back at her fellow adventurers’ blinds, Emily knew she had to act. “Oy! You two want a **real** meal?” she shouted. \n\nIt worked. The ogres ambled out of the woods. Only when they cleared the bush did Emily see that they too were buck naked. *Everything* about them was massive. They flashed big greasy smiles and charged. Emily ran forward and rolled under them with ease, evading their clutches. The ground slid under her bare feet and she struggled to get traction again. \n\n“Are you boys going to keep a girl waiting?” she taunted, cupping her breasts. The larger of the two monsters, not willing to make the same mistake, walked towards her. The sight of her flesh was having an effect on his member, and he held it like a cudgel. If she rolled again and ended up between them, Emily knew she’d be in trouble...massive trouble.\n\nLightning arced horizontally and the air smelled like sulphur. Two bolts shot through the ogres and they screamed. Emily struck the big one with precise slashes on his inner thighs and he dropped to his knees. Rula’s war cry pierced the woods as her sword found the other ogre’s throat. She watched Emily finish off her opponent, the spray of his blood covering her from the neck down. Rula didn’t want to admit how turned on she was at the sight of the blood soaked rogue, chest heaving as she stood over a vanquished enemy, but she saved the memory for a private moment later.\n\nBasil brought up the horses as Emily looted the cart. “Anything good?”\n\nEmily shook her head. “Just some food and temple robes. Looks like a supply run.”\n\nBasil tried not to stare when she bent over to examine a sack. “Well, now you have something to wear at least.”\n\nEmily looked at her companions, then looked at the nearby lake. Thinking about the adventures they had shared, her embarrassment vanished as quickly as her clothes. “You know what? Fuck it. You’ve seen it all. It doesn’t matter.” She mounted her horse and stood in the stirrups, then shook her ass in their surprised faces. “Race you to the lake,” she smiled, then took off like a shot.\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sarah decided one morning she’s craving the feeling of letting a man cum in her mouth, and her blind date tonight just might present the opportunity!
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"content": "I was glad that I went to the salon yesterday. The color touch up left my hair a deep, rich blue, and the stylist had been right; an asymmetric bob was just right for my face. My phone buzzed.\n\n“Sarah, the date’s all set up! You’ll love him!” a text from my friend Lindsay read. I’d agreed to go out with her coworker. I was so horny that I had nearly already decided to fuck him sight unseen. My mouth was watering. That wasn’t unusual, when I was horny. If he hadn’t had to move for work, my last boyfriend would have never broken up with me, because the thing is… blowjobs are my literal favorite thing. Given the chance to do anything I want, I love fucking fingering myself while I suck cock. The thought of this mystery man cumming in my mouth was already making my clit tingle with anticipation. This guy was taking me out to dinner, and the only thing I had a taste for is cum. I’m such a slut! Oh well… I figured that I might as well look good.\n\nI went with a black, lace choker, and a matching lace push-up bralette. My breasts weren't that big, but they were perky and pretty… even a bit impressive if they were nicely displayed. I left my midriff bare. I had a really small waist and nicely shaped hips; I always got compliments on my ratio whenever I posted pics online. A black, ruffled miniskirt, black five-inch ankle strap heels, and black, lace bracers that came to my elbows finished off my outfit. I touched up my lipstick, which was also glossy black. I gave myself a last check in the mirror. Between my heels and miniskirt, the white skin of my bare legs looked super sexy. My smooth, flat tummy was rockin’, and I did a few bellydance moves just to make sure. I had as much cleavage as I could muster… I wondered if my outfit might be too much… but a little too much was kind of what I was going for.\n\nI got a ride to the restaurant, all the while hoping that this guy, Anders, was cute. I thought that I was getting there early, but I guessed that he had the same idea. There was a tall, blonde guy with an ID badge from Lindsay’s work clipped to his shirt. She’d told me she’d tell him to wear it.\n\nHe eyed me, as I walked up, obviously appreciating the view. I felt a pleasant tingle of arousal across my skin. He was handsome.\n\n“Hello, Sarah?” He asked, with a hint of some kind of Scandinavian accent. “Lindsay told me to look for a girl with blue hair.”\n\nI smiled and nodded, giving him a little twirl. “That’s me!” I said.\n\n“She said that you were good looking, but she didn’t say just how beautiful you were! You look amazing,” he said.\n\n“Thank you! You’re quite handsome, yourself!” I stepped right up to him, noticing just how much I had to tilt my head back and look up at him. “How tall are you?”\n\n“I’m two meters… Six foot five,” he said. He was a full foot taller than me!\n\nHis torso seemed so solid and inviting. I just had to hug him, which I did. He didn’t seem to mind at all, hugging me back.\n\n“I like how this date is going, so far,” He said.\n\nMy stomach growled.\n\n“Our reservation is not for another 20 minutes, but maybe they will seat us early?” he said.\n\nStill hugging him, smelling his clean skin and a hint of spicy cologne, I could feel myself getting wet, my clit stiffening, as my mouth started to water. I couldn’t think of a damn reason to deny my craving. “Mmm… I’m hungry for something else,” I said. And I looked up at him, locking eyes and giving him a wink.\n\nWe trotted across the street, into a clothing store, me leading him by the hand, as he gamely followed behind, no doubt enjoying the view of the backs of my thighs. The clerk was busy, and I pulled Anders into the dressing room. I was blushing a bit, and I could tell that he was getting a rush from all of this too.\n\n“I really like where this date is going!” he said\n\nI smiled at him. “If you’re going to go out with me, there are two things that you need to know. One, I’m a woman who knows what she’s about. And two, I love to suck cock. I’ve been fantasizing about a hot blowjob all day, and when it turned out that you were hot and Swedish...”\n\n“I’m Finnish, actually...”\n\n“Whatever… when it turned out that you were hot, and tall, and blonde… How about we start with sex and fill in the rest from there?: I said.\n\n“Well… I’m not going to argue with any of that… I’m obviously very erect,” he said, gesturing toward the sizable tent in his pants.\n\nWe shared a small, easy laugh, as we looked at his crotch, my own arousal welling up. “Well let’s do something about that then,” I said, and I started to lead him toward the bench having him take a seat.\n\nHe was a gentleman, and he gave me his jacket to put on the floor, even though the dressing room was carpeted. My knees were very appreciative.\n\nI freed his cock. It was long, thick, heavy, and very hard. Uncut, clean, and freshly smooth shaven. I guess he was hoping to get lucky. “Oh! You shaved!” I said. “What kind of a girl did you think I am?” I asked, smiling, as I stroked his cock.\n\nHe laughed. “I think you’re the kind of girl I’ve been hoping to meet!”\n\n“Good answer!” I said, and I gave his cock a lick.\n\nI licked all up and down his cock, tasting him and wetting him with my tongue, before I finally started to focus on his head. I licked and sucked at his glans, kissing it almost as if it were his mouth, slipping it past my plush lips and bathing it with my tongue. I could hear him moaning slightly and feel his hips shifting, as he struggled to stay still. \n\nMy left hand stroked him, as my right hand found it’s way down my skirt, into my lace panties, and I started to gently massage my aching clit, lightly fingering the lips of my pussy, as I did. I had been horny all day, and I could tell that I was more than ready for this, and I was practically dripping.\n\nI took the head fully into my mouth and started to bob my head, as I licked the underside and sucked on him, going deeper and deeper with every stroke, taking more and more of his cock into my mouth, until I was eventually starting to take the head of his dick into my throat. I eased myself forward, starting to deep throat him. I was stroking my clit in time with my tongue rubbing his cock.\n\nI found a really good rhythm, happily sucking and stroking his cock, sighing in pleasure, as I fingered myself and stroked my own clit. God I loved this! I don’t know why, but there was just nothing that I loved quite as much as having a guys hard, thick cock in my mouth, hearing him moan in pleasure and start to lose control, as I urged him to cum in my mouth and coat my tongue with his sperm. And Anders was getting there.\n\nHe was already starting to uncontrollably move his hips, chasing my plump, cocksucking lips wherever they went. I sped up stroking him and my own clit, eager to feel him cum in my mouth and eager to climax at the very same moment. I brought his head into my mouth and focused on licking and sucking it, as I stroked his shaft with my hand. His hips were shaking so much that he was nearly starting to fuck my face, but I kept control of him, handling the pace of the blowjob, myself. I felt his cock start to twitch, and the thought of him fucking his seed into my face was so erotic that I came right then, my own orgasm coursing through me, as he came in my mouth. I sealed my lips around him, sucking on him, licking him, as he pumped me full of his delicious cum. I swallowed one, hot satisfying load, then I jacked him off into my open mouth, milking his cock for every last drop of cum, hungry for it, riding out my own climax, as I drank down his seed, feeling my tummy fill with his hot creamy cum.\n\nWhen he was finally spent, I looked into his eyes, showed him my mouth, full of cum, and I closed my lips and swallowed, cumming again, myself. I showed him my empty mouth and licked my lips.\n\nHe was breathless, sighing in utter relief. “I think that our table might be ready now...” he panted out.\n\nI smiled impishly, giggling, as I swallowed the last drops of cum that I could lick from my lips and his cock. “Well, dinner was great! Maybe I’ll start with dessert!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Her friend constantly groped her large boobs whenever she had the chance. But it was okay, it was just platonic teasing... right?
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"content": "I could always count on Mia being there for me. In high school, she always made sure to join whatever sport I was interested in and always helped me practice. Even in college, she came to the same school as me, and now she's practically my personal trainer. Today, after volleyball practice, she stayed late with me again, and we ran laps together and hit the ball back and forth long after everyone else had gone home or moved on to other classes. \n\nWe were all alone by the time we made our way to the showers, sweaty and panting. Mia immediately started getting undressed, dropping her sweatshorts and pulling her shirt up over her head. I was always jealous of how free she was from self-consciousness, how she could just strip like that with no hesitation. \"Caught you staring,\" she said with a wink, and I looked away, embarrassed. \n\n\"Sorry,\" I said. \n\n\"Heyyy, come on!\" said Mia. \"I know you well enough after all this time, Hana. You're still so shy, even when it's just me. I'm not shy myself, but I *definitely* wouldn't be if I had these!\" She reached out and jiggled my boobs, and I couldn't help laughing even as I blushed. She teased me like that all the time -- that same evening she'd run over to hug me after I scored, and one hand had \"missed\" and fully grabbed my tit. When she arrived at the dressing room, she'd often come up behind me, place her hands on my boobs from behind, and say \"Guess who?\", just to get a laugh from the other girls. What can I say, she's got a funny sense of humor. \n\n\"Shut up,\" I said, still laughing. I did feel a little more at ease, though, and besides -- the thought of washing off in a hot shower was calling me. I pulled my sweaty shirt off, then undid my sports bra. I closed my eyes and sighed with relief as my chest was finally released. Mia wasn't wrong; I've always had much bigger tits than her, which is a blessing and a curse. Lord knows they get me attention, good and bad. But in sports, they're usually just a pain, slowing me down and making my back and chest sore. The sports bra holds them in check for the most part, but after a long practice session, they're usually glistening with sweat and gasping to be free. I opened my eyes and chuckled. \"Who's staring now?\"\n\nMia was totally zoned out, eyes burning a hole in my chest. If she were a guy, I'd assume she was gawking, but Mia's obviously just a girlfriend. \"M-huh?\" she mumbled. \"Oh. Shut up! Look at you -- what am I supposed to do, *not* stare?\"\n\n\"Such a creep,\" I teased back, pulling off my socks and shorts. Still, I had to wait until I was actually stepping into the showers before I looked around (still no one else in sight) and took off my underwear. Mia was already running the water. She'd been sauntering around butt-naked since 30 seconds after we reached the changing room. \n\nI got under the shower head next to hers and practically melted as the hot, steaming water started to wash away the sweat and soreness of the day. I grabbed my body wash and lathered up, starting with the parts that always get sweatiest: my armpits, the underboob and cleavage area, my inner thighs. I'd nearly forgotten about Mia, volleyball, the physical world, when suddenly a slippery pair of hands slid under my arms and squeezed my soapy boobs. \"Guess who?\", whispered a voice in my ear. \n\n\"You did this one already,\" I told her, without turning around. \n\nMia just giggled. \"Not naked, I haven't.\" This was true. And usually she didn't linger so long, her fingers trailing over my nipples, her own cute little tits pressed against my back, while she giggled again, just the slightest hitch in her breath. She was clearly still joking, but this time something felt... different. Like she'd gotten distracted or something. \n\nEventually she did pull away. I couldn't tell you if I was glad of that or not, but when I turned around she was facing the other way. It seemed like maybe she was self-conscious for once, so I wanted to try to lighten the mood with some more friendly teasing. \"Well, you can check off another box on your list of Different Ways to Touch Hana's Boobs, right?\" \n\nMia's head dropped, and I was worried I'd embarrassed her. I wasn't always great at knowing how far to go when teasing back. But then she looked back over her shoulder at me, and I saw she was chuckling. \"My work is never done,\" she said with mock-exhaustion. \"But I'll find all the ways, eventually, if you don't mind.\" We both giggled, but then she looked at me again. \"Do you?\" \n\n\"Do I what?\" \n\n\"Do you... mind?\" \n\n\"About -- oh, that!\" I laughed. Then I saw she wanted an actual answer. \"I mean... no. No, I don't. You're a good friend, Mia. I know it's all in good fun. Though I do sometimes wonder *why* you seem to always want to touch them.\" \n\n\"Well, how can I resist? They deserve some proper appreciation. And besides--\" She motioned at her own petite breasts. \"I like my body, really, but how much fun am I really supposed to have with these?\" \n\n\"Oh, come on, Mia. I'm sure they get up to plenty of fun.\" \n\n\"Maybe,\" she said, winking again. \"Still, they're not quite as nice to hold. Or squeeze.\" I blushed again, splashing some water at her playfully. She shrieked and batted more water at me, yelling, \"Hey, it's true! Test it out if you want!\" \n\n\"What do you mean?\" I asked, dodging and trying not to slip as I laughed. \n\n\"I mean,\" she said, stepping towards me, \"Test them out. Compare them!\" And she did her best to smoosh her boobs up and together, as if trying to hold them out for me. \n\n\"Okay,\" I snorted, surprised at the answer coming out of my mouth. Before I could even think, I had both hands on Mia's chest. I gathered what I could of her tits, squeezing and groping. They were tiny but surprisingly soft, still hot and slick, and gently heaving as Mia breathed heavily. She was silent for too long. I had to tear my eyes away from her chest to look up at her face, but she was just staring at mine, and our eyes locked. I expected myself to look around, to pull away awkwardly and laugh it off. But I couldn't take my hands away from her body, or my eyes from her eyes. \n\nSlowly, she reached up and took my left hand in her right, pulling it off of her boob. *Shit,* I thought, *I made it weird. She really was just joking and I made it weird. I--* And she pressed my hand against my own left breast, before taking my right in her other hand. \n\n\"There,\" she said, almost in her smug, jokey voice, but a little softer. \"Now you can compare properly. What do you think?\"\n\n\"I think...\" The truth is I could *barely* think. \"I think I was right. Yours do feel pretty great.\" \n\n\"Oh really? Well, I think they both feel fucking amazing right now.\" said Mia. She pulled both of my hands back to her chest now. \"Mine...\" -- and placed both her hands back on me -- \"And yours.\" And she leaned in even closer, running her hands down my chest and sides, settling on my ass, and she pulled me in and stood up on her tiptoes a little bit, just enough to make our mouths almost level, and she looked in my eyes again but all I could look at now was her lips, and then...\n\n------------------------- \n\n*Continued below because holy shit apparently I wrote too much to fit in one comment.........*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When you're mining an asteroid hundreds of millions of miles from home, it's the little things that get you through the long shifts.
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"content": "He’s been fantasizing about me for months now. Every time he sends a video message home, whenever he talks to his brother, he describes me as a blue elf barbie with giant tits. I’m constantly in his thoughts, in his fantasies, in his dreams… I don’t think that he realizes my species is telepathic… He wants me. He’s constantly horny. Almost as horny as I am. \n\nJust today, his fantasies were stronger than ever. What he wants and what I want are exactly the same thing. I don’t care how complicated, and finicky, and dramatic human sexual relationships are. I’m here with this human for another 6 months, and I’ll teach him how to have a proper friendly, casual relationship, if I have to. Before I took this assignment on this mining station, millions of miles from the closest outpost of civilization, I’d never gone more than 22 hours without sex, and I wish I’d never learned how crazy it makes me.\n\nI want to taste his cum. It’s a great opportunity to start with something easy, something always done between friends. I tie my hair back into a long, dark-blue ponytail and head into the lounge.\n\n“Nathan?” I say.\n\nHe notices that the front of my jumpsuit is unzipped. My giant tits distract him. “Nel… Nelana?”\n\n“I’ve gone too long without sexual contact… It’s making me kind of crazy. May I please suck your cock?”\n\nHis mind races with thoughts. He’s mulling over the tales of my race’s legendary sluttiness, wondering how many opportunities he missed, trying to formulate a response that will ease into a yes without being so enthusiastic as to drive me off.\n\n“Yes or no, Nathan?” I interrupt his hesitation.\n\n“Y-yes?” he says.\n\n“Get it out, then” I say, as I start to approach him.\n\nHe has his suit unzipped and his cock out in the time it takes me to reach him and kneel between his legs. Plunging one hand down the front of my own suit, playing with my pussy, I grab his nicely-sized member and bring it to my lips, kissing and licking along his length, feeling his skin stretch and spread across my lips, tongue, and cheek, as he gets hard in my grasp. I hungrily take him into my mouth. His preferences are as simple and direct as my own, and all that he desires for me to do is to suck on him, as I run my tongue up and down the underside of his cock, moving my head and pumping him in and out of my mouth, faster and faster. I can feel him getting ready to cum almost as fast as I am. He’s been almost as deprived as I’ve been. I stroke myself to the edge of my own climax, and I hold off at just the edge, speeding up my worship of his cock, eager to cum at the same time. He’s there, ready to burst, and I push myself over the edge, into orgasm, just as he erupts in my mouth, pumping my mouth full of cum, as my climax washes over me. The sensation is sublime. His taste is salty, creamy, and delicious. I swallow his cum, feeling it fill my stomach, as he pumps more and more of his seed into my willing mouth. I gulp down every heavy pulse of it, licking him clean when he’s finally spent.\n\nI pull off of him, panting, and I lick my lips, savoring the last drops of his cum, still idly, gently, stroking my clit. “Humans call it ‘friends with benefits’. That’s what we are now. Do you understand?”\n\nHe nods weakly. He’s still confused, but I can fix that quickly enough."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Interactive Art Exhibit
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"content": "It was a private art exhibit for the wealthy and I was one of the special few people invited. They told me it was men only, that there would be a special \"exhibit\", now I understand why.\n\nThere she was, a brown-haired beauty, chained up to a board with her arms and legs spread wide open. Used condoms were strewn all over her, 'shame I wasn't the first' I thought to myself as I approached her. Her eyes were fixated on my growing bulge as I appraised this abstract art piece. \n\nI now have a newfound appreciation for art.\n\nI then caress– \\*ahem\\* analysed the proportions of this art piece by stroking the legs of this beauty. Starting from her ankles as I slowly moved my way down towards her love hole. Soft moans were heard whenever I brushed my fingers against her clit. I would continue to tease her, fondling her boobs while I briefly fingered her now wet pussy, making sure to only plunge in not more than a digit of my fingers. The look on her face when I refuse to push my fingers in deeper, oh that was delightful. Eye brows arched up with eyes that seem to plead with me 'Please just fuck me already'.\n\nI dropped my pants and got my fully erect 8 inch penis out. Her eyes were fixated on my cock with her face flushed. I took a quick glance towards the box of condoms before darting it back to her.\n\n\"Is it time?\" I asked cheekily\n\nThe girl nodded energetically as if to say 'hurry up already'\n\nTo which I replied, \"No, I don't think I will\"\n\nBefore she could react, I closed the distance and leaned in close to her, with my face almost touching hers. I then continued to rub my raw penis head on her entrance, prodding it, threatening to enter her. The girl's eyes were open wide, and she looked to be somewhat distressed, shaking about in her restraints and I could hear muffled whines through her gag too.\n\nIt was time. I slowly pushed my penis into her and her vaginal walls parted like the red sea, welcoming me inside. She was wet, so wet that I could see her juices leaking down to the table. Oh and god she was tight, though she didn't want to be fucked raw her body seemed to love it. She was no longer shaking about but instead her head was tilted back with her eyes closed, sweat dripping down her face while she panted.\n\nMuffled erotic moans were heard each time I pounded her. She soon reached her peak as I felt her pussy tightening around my cock shortly before her body spasmed, and she squirted her juices all over my cock.\n\nI then slipped myself out of her and proceeded to put my a condom so I could finish off inside her. As I was putting on my condom, her head shot back up as disgruntled muffled were made. I turned to face her and she looked at me frowning.\n\n\"What? You don't want me putting on a condom now?\"\n\nshe nodded half halfheartedly, as if too embarrassed by the whole situation.\n\n\"Erotic girl, raw feels the best after all right? But you know what that means do you?\"\n\nShe nodded again.\n\n\"Don't blame me afterwards, you wanted this\"\n\nI ripped off the condom and entered her right away, her muffled erotic moans resumed once more. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head towards me, fucking her with even more gusto. After all, how could I not after she practically begged me to fuck her raw. I felt myself getting close, I leaned in and whispered.\n\n\"Its coming baby\"\n\nHer pussy clenched down on me as I said that, this was it, it was past the point of return now. I emptied my seed deep inside her as she squeezed every ounce of cum out of me. As I pulled out of her, she made the most satisfying sigh I've heard in awhile. Cum dripped out of her as I dressed myself.\n\n\"A fine art exhibit if I do say so myself\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They're in an open relationship, but she's starting to feel guilty, because he's not taking nearly as much advantage of the arrangement as she is.
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"content": "\"So, is this the first time ya'll been here?\" the cute, petite blonde asks on our way to the table.\n\n\"No, we've been here before,\" Sam says, squeezing my hand. \"It's kind of our place.\"\n\n\"That's the cutest thing I've ever heard,\" she said in her southern drawl. \"Well, this is one of the nicer seats in the house. I'll let ya'll get settled in and I'll be back in two shakes. My name is Charlotte.\"\n\nSam and I sat at the table by the window. I watched Charlotte glide away to the back of the restaurant. \n\n\"Think the accent is real?\" I asked while he perused the menu that he must have perused a hundred times since we started coming here. But in the end, he always orders the omelette with frites. \n\n\"Sounds real enough,\" he smiled. \"Don't know what she'd gain from faking a southern accent at a brunch place.\"\n\n\"She's pretty cute,\" I pointed out. \n\n\"I suppose,\" he said.\n\nI didn't press the issue. Even though Charlotte was definitely a 10/10, I wanted this to be as subtle as possible. Badgering Sam about how hot the waitress was would only lead to an argument. That wasn't what I needed.\n\nI searched around the restaurant for attractive women. Most were also with their boyfriends. A few were with girls. Some with their families. One sat at the bar by herself, chatting up the barista and drinking a cappuccino. I saw a tall, busty woman with red lips and long, black hair. She didn't look all that different from me. She was perfect. Now I just needed something to bring is attention--\n\n\"Find what you want to eat?\" he asked.\n\n\"Sorry, no,\" I said, bashfully, picking up the menu. \"Got a little distracted.\"\n\nHe turned his head to see what I was staring at. \"What, was it the beefy guy over there?\"\n\n\"No, it was his date,\" I said.\n\nI looked up to see him smirking, eyebrows raised. \"You've gotten pretty adventurous lately, haven't you.\"\n\n\"Not for me, dummy,\" I said, rolling my eyes.\n\n\"What, for me?\" he laughed. \"Nah.\"\n\n\"Is she not good looking enough?\"\n\n\"She is,\" he said, shrugging. \"Just not interested.\"\n\nI'd just been about to ask why not when the southern belle came back to take our drink orders.\n\n\"We're actually ready to order, I think,\" I said.\n\n\"Coffee and an omelette with frites, please,\" he said, smiling and handing the menu back to her.\n\n\"Blueberry smoothie and the Big Breakfast.\" I said.\n\nShe walked away from us with a smile. \n\n\"Don't you ever feel like getting something other than the omelettes and frites?\" I asked, carefully.\n\n\"What's wrong with being consistent with my order?\" He grinned. \"I like what I like.\"\n\n\"And I love you for that,\" I said. \"But sometimes, don't you just want...I don't know, the lobster Benedict?\"\n\n\"Well...I would, but I'm allergic to seafood...\" \n\n\"Hon, that's not what I mean,\"\n\n\"I know what you meant,\" he sighed, looking down. \"Look, it's not a big deal. Sure, the idea of ordering the short stack, or the breakfast poutine, or the club sandwich is nice. But I love the omelette and frites.\"\n\n\"I love the omelette and the frites, too,\" I said. \"It's just...\"\n\n\"It's not a big deal,\" he said, smiling. \"It's just brunch.\"\n\n\"But it's--\"\n\n\"It's just brunch,\" he said finally. \"Doesn't matter what I order. Doesn't matter what you order. All that matters is that I go to brunch with you.\"\n\nWe had really nice brunch. We had a lovely walk through the park on our way to a movie. We played board games after. Then, he hugged me and leaned in for a kiss, told me to enjoy my date.\"\n\nMy date that night was also nice. He took me out to a nice dinner and we went back to his place. We tore each other's clothes off, really went at it. A few times. \n\nBut as I came down from the high of my third orgasm, as my body shook from the shivers and the waves of pleasure that came over me, I couldn't help but think of Sam, and how he could be ok with this. How he could still want me, after I'd been intimate with so many more guys than he had girls. Hell, I'd been intimate with more girls than he had since our arrangement started. \n\nBut mostly I was wondering what was wrong.\n\nNot with him.\n\nBut with me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC][TT] Stepmom asked me to tie her up out of the blue. (Theme Thursday inspired story.)
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"content": "There's quite a few spelling/grammar errors in your story, most of the ones that stand out have to do with tense (aka past vs present, an example of this would like \"I walked to the bed\" vs \"I walk to the bed\")\n\nFor example, in your opening line:\n\n>It was a late Thursday afternoon and I was playing video games when my stepmom walk in.\n\nThe first bit sets up a past tense (through \"It *was* a late Thursday afternoon\"), but then you use \"when my stepmom *walk* in), which trips up the reader because you set up the narration to be speaking about the past but then by using \"walk\" instead of \"walked\" you switch to a present tense. Generally, you want to keep your tense consistent throughout 100% of your story (exceptions would be things like a character narrating a flashback).\n\nOther grammatical/spelling errors that you should work on: there's a few times where you use a word that if you were to say it out loud, it sounds the same, but the way you spelled it was an entirely different word. Example of this:\n\n> and my *hart* began to race it felt like it was going to *beet* out my chest.\n\nshould be *heart* and *beat* respectively. And then of course always look out for spelling mistakes, especially ones that accidentally turn into a whole new word like:\n\n>Parting the *shit* to expose them.\n\nObviously after a second read, the reader realizes that you meant shirt, but it does take the reader out of the story in a somewhat gross (but also kinda hilarious) manner.\n\nAnyways my best advice to fix these mistakes is to carefully read your work, preferably out loud, so that you take the place of the reader and notice if something doesn't sound right or make sense. It's the type of thing that you have to put some effort into at first, but as you practice, refine, and the skills become habit, it just comes naturally as you write with far fewer of these kinds of mistakes. Reading out loud also helps you determine when it feels right to use a period, comma, ellipsis, question mark, and any other punctuation goodies.\n\nSome criticism story-wise, I think the set-up's a bit fast, by going into a bit more depth it'd help out with this. As an example:\n\n>I sat there think about what she was asking me to do and weather or not I should go through with it.\n\nIt'd be nice to know what the main character's thinking about, what pros/cons are they weighing, do they think that tying up their step-mom would be hot, are there any reservations about it given that they have a girlfriend and it's his step-mom, that kind of thing. Similarly with the step-mom's motivations, why does she want her step-son to do it, has she done self-bondage and simply wasn't satisfied, the husband won't do it, you get the idea hopefully. Obviously we're all excited to get to the fun stuff, but the build-up is important too!\n\nDon't want to leave you with an entirely negative comment, so I will say that grammatically you managed the dialogue parts quite well. I also think that the sexual parts had good pacing and were fairly enticing, which is good to see. After all, it is the core part of erotica! (I do hate to throw on something bad on the end of a compliment, but unfortunately the grammar/spelling issues did partly take away from some of that, which is why if you're looking for areas to improve that would certainly be the first one you should tackle. It wouldn't be a bad exercise to go back through the story and try and spot/fix as many as you can.)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A simple merchant from Femboia is subject to an extensive inspection upon reaching the border of the Futaga Empire.
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"content": "Doing his usual trade run between Femboia and the outskirts of The Futaga Empire, Ashby blushed, as he approached the checkpoint. He recognized the guard who was waving him down. Tiffany really had a thing for fembois like him, and any hopes that she might let him through without a thorough “inspection” were dashed by the prominent tenting of her skirt. “T-Tiffany! Hi,” he said, running a hand through his longish, blue hair, “J-just the standard cargo. No need to unload the whole wagon,” he said.\n\nThe busty blonde nodded, but she still seemed to be pulling him aside. “Hop down from there,” she said, a smile on her plump, red lips.\n\nHe did hop down, as instructed. Once he was on the ground, he was almost a foot shorter than the six-foot tall futanari woman. He felt positively dainty next to her, and more than a little vulnerable. He tugged at the hem of his dark-blue silk tunic.\n\nThe smiling futanari eyed his petite form. “You’re such a tight little bundle of sexy! Do you know that?” she asked, running a hand over his slightly curved hip.\n\nAshby blushed again. “Ha… so you say.” He really was quite pretty, commonly mistaken for a petite girl by people who didn't know any better. His large dark eyes, tasteful makeup and longish blue hair would easily provide the illusion, but that was just how men looked in Femboia.\n\nAs girly as he looked, though there was no comparison between the femboi and the ultra-femininity of the futanari guard. Tall, athletic, and curvy, with padding in all the right places, long, blonde hair and breasts too big too hide, Tiffany was the picture of statuesque beauty. She did have a bigger cock than him, though… and he noticed it tenting the skirt of her guard’s uniform\n\n“So… um… what’s the cause for the stop?” Ashby asked, blushing, as he looked away.\n\nTiffany smiled, as she waved someone over. “I’ve got a trainee!” she said, as she placed her hand on his back and started to lead him to the guard building. There, in the doorway, was a dark-haired girl, almost as tall and almost as busty.\n\nAshby swallowed hard, even as his dick stiffened at what he knew was coming.\n\nTiffany ushered him in. “Vanessa, this is Ashby. He’s a merchant from Femboia!”\n\n“Ohmigod! He’s so cute!” Vanessa giggled, stroking his cheek. “So pretty! With such soft skin!”\n\nAshby blushed.\n\n“Well today, you’re going to learn how to ‘inspect’ a femboi,” Tiffany said. “I’ll take his mouth. That way you’ll get a chance to practice your reacharound technique!”\n\nAshby didn’t want to admit it, but he was even harder than he’d been all day, *and* his mouth was starting to water...\n\n(I might continue this later)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She keeps finding herself in compromising positions in front of people she knows. She doesn't know why this keeps happening but she does know that she doesn't like it one bit.
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"content": "Sophia hummed with contentment, sitting in her office, as she bit into a giant slice of pizza. The busty brunette had skipped breakfast, and she was starving! She’d decided to put on her headphones and treat herself to a few of her favorite videos over her lunch break. She didn’t even notice, as she was eating, just how loose the pizza’s copious sauce was and just how much of it was dripping onto the shelf of her expansive breasts, staining her white shirt. It was only after she had finished the slice that she looked down at her chest and noticed the gobs of sauce there.\n\n“Darn it! Looks like the girls got in the way again!” she said, as she scooped up a dollop of sauce off of the top of her breasts and sucked it from her fingers. She had a sundress in one of her filing cabinets for just such an emergency though. She had a habit of needing a change of clothes. She couldn’t explain why, but for whatever reason, she had a lot of clothing end up lost or destroyed during a given day, far more than the average woman, and it was embarrassing every time! This time, she was going to be prepared though. She took off her headphones and set them on her desk, before she carefully removed her blouse. On her crowded desk, she found it hard to find a place to put it, but she shoved some stuff around and managed.\n\nSophia’s figure was plush and curvy, with huge breasts, big hips, long legs, and just a hint of a tummy. Her long, chestnut hair tickled the olive skin of her shoulders, just covering her wide bra straps. Standing and turning to the cabinet behind her, Sophia pulled out a black sundress.\n\n“This isn’t the right cut to wear with this bra,” she said, realizing that she’d have to go braless for the rest of the day. That wasn’t her first choice, but her breasts were round and firm enough that her bra’s main duty was to keep them from bouncing and wobbling around too much. She’d just have to be a bit careful how she moved.\n\nBefore she took off her bra, Sophia was careful to lock her door and draw her shades. Only then, did she unclasp the thick back strap of her bra and let her boobs hang free, her large, dark reddish nipples stiffening in the cool air of the office. She ran her hands over her large, bumpy areolas, shuddering a little bit at the pleasant sensation. There was a knock at her door.\n\nStartled, she dropped her dress. “Just a minute!” she called. She took off her skirt and, nude but for her lace panties, looked around for her dress, finding that it had landed behind her. There was another knock. “Coming!” she responded.\n\nShe turned and bent over, her large, shapely butt facing toward her desk, as she picked up her dress from the floor. She slipped the sundress over her head as quickly as she could, her huge, unbound breasts bouncing and jiggling, as she did. She had to carefully seat them into her dress with her hands, essentially looking like she was fondling herself, before she went over to her door, unlocking it and opening it a crack. “What is it?” she asked, finding Ted from down the hall waiting there.\n\nHe was red-faced, but smirking a bit. “You’re on a video call!” he whispered, trying not to be overheard by the office.\n\nSophia gasped and looked back toward her computer and the way she’d stacked things on the keyboard… It must have picked up. Seeing motion, she cast a glance at the window, ans she saw the reflection of her boss, other coworkers in smaller frames beside him. He waved at her.\n\nSophia scrunched her eyes closed in embarrassment. Her mind replayed the striptease that she’d just done for her boss and who-knows-who-else. The worst part? It was the third time this week…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: We've all had the dream of being naked in class. It's embarrassing but's it's just a dream...right?
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"content": "I’d been pulling way too many late nights studying recently. I didn’t even remember falling asleep... I was pretty sure that I was thinking of taking a shower… but here I was, dreaming again, about showing up to class naked. I knew I was dreaming, from the way that I’d just suddenly appeared in the hall outside of class.\n\n“Felicia?” the cute boy who sat in front of me sometimes said, as I approached the lecture hall. Of course, he remembered my name, in my dream; I guess I was vain that way.\n\nI gave my long, red hair a toss over my shoulder, and I waved at him, smiling, as I strode in. He stood there slack-jawed.\n\nLots of people seemed to be staring, as I walked in. I felt a wave of embarrassment, but, knowing that it was all just a dream, I let myself embrace the other thing that I felt… an even bigger wave of pure arousal. My clit tingled, and I could feel my nipples getting stiff in the cool air of the classroom, my stiff red nubs poking forward from my large, bumpy areolas. I normally hid my body when I was on campus, but today everyone in class was getting a full view of what I normally only ever showed off online. The huge, round breasts, almost-flat tummy, tiny waist, big wide hips, smooth pussy and long, shapely legs that earned me karma whenever I posted a pic. The class was getting a step better, too… I never showed my whole face on the internet.\n\nI waved down to the professor, who seemed to be at a loss as to whether he should simply continue the class or call someone. I could tell that he was appreciating his eyeful. I squeezed my heavy breasts between my arms, jiggling them, as I gave him a shrug. Outside of the baggy clothes I normally wore, they were probably my most prominent feature, each almost the size of my head. I wasn’t experienced with lucid dreaming, but I tried to decide that he’d just carry on with things, and he did, albeit with a bit of a quaver in his voice and frequent, discreet glances toward me.\n\nI casually took a seat at the back of the hall, the students around me all staring. It was hard to understand what they were saying, but dreams were like that sometimes. Many of them took out their phones. In my mind, they were already livestreaming. I struck some of my favorite poses for them, crossing and recrossing my legs, squeezing my hands between my thick thighs, and lifting one of my huge tits to my mouth so that I could suck on my own big nipple, groping my other breast with my other hand.\n\nI couldn’t believe how horny I was getting! I wasn't sure when it happened, but I had switched from posing to actively groping and stimulating myself in earnest, feeling all the hotter doing it in front of a live audience. My pussy was heating up, and I let my breast fall from my mouth. It jiggled and wobbled heavily, as I brought my right hand down to my needy sex, starting to finger my cunt with one hand, while I rubbed and tweaked my nipple with the other.\n\nI was getting worked up fast! I slid two fingers into myself, while working my clit with my thumb. The sensations were intense.\n\nA blonde girl with pink lipstick was turned around, openly gawking at me. We made eye contact, and I practically felt her gaze shiver along my body. She looked away, then she looked back, then away again, apparently unable to either stop or stand to continue. Every time our eyes met, my whole pussy throbbed. I could tell that she was getting horny too. The guy next to her had an erection. He looked at me, and he looked at her, and I motioned with my eyes for him to go for it. He started to feel her up, under her sweater, and she didn’t stop him, a hot blush passing over her skin. They didn’t know each other. Soon, though, she was guiding his hand, her fingers atop his through her sweater, mewling as she gave in to pleasure.\n\nThis was the most erotic dream I had ever had, and I could feel my fingers in my pussy as though everything was really happening. I started to moan aloud… Why not? And I was soon writhing and rolling my hips in my seat, my sex clenching and squeezing at my digits, as I stroked my g-spot and circled my clit, massaging my soft, weighty breasts all the while. My breathing sped up, and my skin was totally flushed, as I felt an orgasm coming on. Everyone stared at me, and I smiled, putting on a show for them as I came, my body spasming in my chair, as my climax overtook me. I kept playing with myself, even as I rode my pleasure, and I managed to drive myself to a second, even more intense climax. Everything around me seemed unspeakably hot. The blonde had moved her new beau’s hand under her skirt, and she was riding his fingers. I was cumming harder and longer than I ever had before, starting to moan and shriek louder and more freely than I ever would in real life. It was the sort of climax you could only ever fantasize about. Finally, I couldn’t take anymore. I flopped boneless in my chair, my head lolling back and my breasts heaving on my chest.\n\nAs I caught my breath, my eyes passed over a discarded sheet of paper on the floor. ‘Classical Sculpture 170 Syllabus’. That must have been one of the other classes that used this hall. Even with my mind hazy from sleep deprivation and the best orgasm of my life, something seemed odd though… I thought you couldn’t read in a dream?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Invasion of the booty snatchers... Body snatching aliens have invaded earth, unfortunately for them the only human transmission they've been receiving has been porn; so their concept of standard human interaction is a little bit skewed.
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"content": "I guess I'd first suspected something was off the day my friends and I were hanging out, and we ordered from Pizza Nova. The doorbell rang, and Harriet, a normally shy and reserved girl stood up abruptly and announced that she'd be getting the door.\n\nShe greeted the pizza man and invited him into the house. She shut the door behind him and stared up, hands behind her back, waving her chest up at his face, adopted a naive, bimbo-like voice and pouted at the man holding three boxes of pizza. \n\n\"Oh, I'm a stupid bitch,\" she sighed. \"I don't have enough money for this pizza.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" the admittedly good-looking pizza man said, looking over to us seated, confused, on the floor around a table, playing magic the gathering. \"Could one of your friends maybe spot you?\"\n\n\"No, none of us have any money,\" she said, batting her eyelashes at the uniformed man. \n\n\"Actually, I can spot a twenty,\" April said, getting up to dig the cash out of her pant pockets. \n\n\"Absolutely no money,\" Harriet said, louder. \"But, if you like, I can maybe pay you in a different way.\" \n\nThe pizza man blushed. \"Oh...Uh, I'm not exactly allowed to do that with customers...Besides, I have, like, eight more deliveries...\"\n\nHarriet looked baffled at this. Then, something seemed to don on her.\n\n\"I see what I did wrong. I'm still clothed!\"\n\nApril ran over to the pizza guy and handed him thirty bucks. \"Thanks, sir. Sorry for my friend. She's on drugs.\"\n\nThe pizza man nodded, took the money, and left. \n\n\"What the hell was that about?\" April asked Harriet, who seemed frustrated.\n\n\"Nothing. Let's just get back to the game.\"\n\nThen, a few weeks later, I was visiting my parents. My dad was out of town, so it was just my mom and I. She told me before I arrived that she was having trouble with some pipes in the master bathroom. I called a plumber and arranged for him to stop by and check them out the afternoon I arrived.\n\nWell, there I was, eating some corn flakes at the kitchen island, when the plumber ran down the stairs, shaking his bald head, shouting at me, \"Sorry, dude. I'm not risking my job because your ma's horny.\"\n\nHe let himself out and slammed the door. My spoon full of cereal hung mid-air, inches from my mouth, milk dripping onto the tabletop.\n\nMy mom came down stairs, dressed in a robe, looking perturbed. \n\n\"What on earth was his problem?\" she demanded.\n\n\"Uh...he says you came on to him...\" I said, uncomfortably.\n\n\"Yes. And?\"\n\n\"Well...normally, married women don't come on to hard working plumbers, ma,\" I said. \"What the hell were you thinking? What about dad?\"\n\nShe didn't seem to hear me. She looked as though she was thinking about something. Then, she said, \"I have to make a call,\" and ran back up the stairs."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Stakeouts are best done with a partner, but they require the two of you to work very closely. Sometimes for weeks on end. Away from the eyes of superiors. With little to do and lots of waiting around…
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"content": "The warehouse was in one of the nastiest parts of a nasty town, so it hadn't taken much effort to secure premises across the street from which they could keep watch. This would be a long assignment, weeks at least if nothing unexpected came up, but they'd manage. The tip that had come in had said that the gangsters would try to get their load of stolen guns to Chicago, and this warehouse was the most likely spot they'd stash them if they were trying to take them across the lakes. Close to a harbor, connections to their bootlegging operations.\n\nKarl Metzger was annoyed to have drawn this assignment, knowing how boring it would be. Alice Greene, his partner... she was irritated, and doing a poor job of concealing it. That seemed to be her usual state of mind, as far as he could tell. Not that he could blame her - most of the guys gave her shit and she'd had to fight to get any assignment other than vice. Apparently she'd had enough of working undercover disguised as a hooker. She'd done good work in vice, from what he'd heard, so he tried to keep an open mind. Maybe she'd make detective someday. If women had the vote now, why not see what else they could do.\n\nThe first day set the tone for the operation - whole lot of nothing. They settled in the second floor of a mostly-disused warehouse and set up so they could watch the warehouse. They'd be documenting comings and goings to help with the prohibition work, but mostly they'd be looking for any unexpected cargo that might be the guns. Karl didn't expect that they'd find anything - most likely the gangsters would bring their loot to Chicago piece by piece by car, and it was as good as gone. But maybe they'd get lucky.\n\nIt was the awful coffee that broke the ice. They had a little setup where they could brew coffee and maybe make toast if they felt ambitious. He'd compared the stuff to engine grease and she'd smiled:\n\n\"Seems unfair to engine grease.\" After that, they'd started bonding, in a way. The hours were long and fantastically boring, so they started talking. Unimportant things at first, weather and food and baseball. Then some personal talk. She asked if he'd had experience with something like this, and he said it compared favorably with serving in the trenches - here, at least, the boredom lacked the edge of terror; no artillery here, thank God. He'd had to explain about his parents at some point, how they'd come over from Germany just before he'd been born, but he was all American. She'd mentioned some details about her family, old money but eccentric enough that her parents supported her career choice. She seemed to like her father, which he would not have expected.\n\nBy the end of the first week, they were smiling regularly, feeling at ease together in their boredom. They'd talk when it got late, and he found himself letting her sleep later when they took turns sleeping in the night. He wondered if she noticed.\n\nIt was nearly the end of the second week, late at night while she was sleeping. He'd been alone with his thoughts, wondering how he should let her know that he was interested, that he liked her intelligence and confidence. Imagining what she'd look like in much less sensible clothes than she typically wore. She'd gone undercover for vice, what had she worn then... he blamed sleep deprivation and the subtle erotic tension of spending so long in close quarters with a woman he was developing feelings towards. Whatever the reason, he decided he needed some relief. He awkwardly checked that she was still sleeping, then went down to the hall. Technically, he should either wake her or wait for the end of her sleep period before he went to the toilet for any purpose, but nothing had happened for long enough that he decided it didn't matter if he left the warehouse unwatched for a moment.\n\nHe had his cock out, was stroking it and thinking of her. Some part of him liked the idea of a powerful, professional, woman as a lover. He wasn't a masochist or anything, it wasn't about wanting to be humiliated or dominated. It was the appeal of Alice Greene, the confident professional. He kept stroking, imagined her wearing erotic variations on military and police uniforms.\n\nShe took him by surprise, then. It took a moment after she'd opened the door for him to realize what had happened. He turned to face her, embarrassed... and was even more embarrassed when he realized that this meant he was pointing his hard cock straight at her.\n\nShe laughed, which wasn't the worst thing she could have done.\n\n\"Well, I see that even though you're not at your post, you're still standing at attention.\" So she wasn't going to make a scene, thank God. He tried to think of something to say, to do... and realized a moment later that, in his panic, he hadn't even put his cock away. He looked down, fumbled with his trousers. She was smiling at him, when he'd managed to do up his trousers and was looking her in the face.\n\n\"So your parents didn't have you circumcised, is that a German thing?\" He flushed, but for some reason he answered:\n\n\"They're German Catholics who thought of circumcision as something Jews did.\" She kept smiling:\n\n\"And you said you're all American.\" A moments pause, then she continued, saying: \"Well, not the worst thing I could have found.\" That smile... he wanted to keep that smile in his life. What came next was unplanned, blurted words getting loose:\n\n\"God, you're cute.\" She laughed:\n\n\"Come back to bed.\" Which left him off balance as she continued, \"It's your change to sleep, after all.\"\n\nWhen they got back to the room where she'd be keeping watch, he took off his shoes as if he was going to go to bed. He hesitated for a moment, then asked:\n\n\"Would you like to join me?\" Another laugh, he liked her laughter, followed by:\n\n\"Someone has to keep watch, you know.\" A pause, then:\n\n\"But there are things we can do while one of us is still watching.\"\n\n​\n\nHe'd known, in principle, that men could go down on women. One of the most common euphemisms for oral sex was sex in the French fashion, and he'd been over there for the war. He'd received oral sex several times from prostitutes, but he'd never tried performing it until now. They'd both taken off most of their clothes, he was kneeling and she was pressing her sex against his face while she watched the window. He started kissing, licking... he was enough of a man of the world that he knew what the clitoris was, and he took it between his lips and started to suck on it, and Alice groaned above him. He wondered how much attention she was paying to the stakeout while he sucked, he inserted a finger into her cunt and felt her wetness. He started using his tongue to stimulate her while he sucked, two fingers going in and out... for some reason, at the moment that she was shaking and about to orgasm, all he could think of was how the other cops would react if they could see the two of them now. He would have smiled, maybe even laughed, if he hadn't been busy using his mouth for other things.\n\nThey went at it like that for some time, and he was fairly confident that she'd orgasmed a second time before she took his hair in her hands and pulled his face away from her sex. She was grinning at him:\n\n\"Now you've been a good boy indeed, yes you have!\" Absurd thing to say, made her sound like she was talking to her dog. He did actually laugh at that moment, and when he calmed down he explained why he'd laughed, and that set her off. The two of them, disheveled and stinking of sex, laughing like idiots:\n\n\"I hope you were better at talking dirty when you were undercover with vice.\" He kissed her on the mouth, and she returned the kiss with tongue. He thought she would taste herself on his lips, in his mouth... which made the kiss even more exciting than it ordinarily would have been. When the kiss broke off, he told her: \"You know, of course, that I'll expect the favor returned sometime.\" A quick, relaxed, laugh:\n\n\"Of course. And you'll get it too.\" Followed shortly after by, \"Well, I think we've figured out how to make sure we are not bored anymore, no matter how long this stakeout lasts.\" More laughter:\n\n\"Do you know, I think you're right. And I can imagine that this assignment could last a long, long, time.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] In an art piece, much like hysterical literature, four women are tasked with sitting at a bar from opening until closing time, while, through the entire day, being stimulated by vibrators underneath the table. The reactions are quite different for each girl.
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"content": "Here we see our four women in their natural habitat. Each version of the female homo sapien have evolved to react differently to this simulation of their machine on their mating areas.\n\nThe most calm and reasonable woman wears yellow and sips her tea calmly. Though she feels it, she has grown past the need or ability to even feel the pleasure. Indeed, she calls the other amateurs, and calmly talks to other people without any trouble. Some are impressed by this, others are actually even turned on, but for whatever reason, I have no idea.\n\nThe woman wearing a black crop top seems to be doing well, until you listen to her actual words: \"Ah. Ravish me Dimitri.\" She refers to her partner who she loves, and is imagining mating with at this very moment. Every thrust, every wet motion, is embedded into her mind, as she is long lost in her sexual trance. \"Right there.\" She says in a robotic voice. Alas. Let us give a round of applause for her sacrifice.\n\nThe woman in blue has not yet lost her sanity, but has gained a lot of embarrassment at the attention she is receiving. Her body shudders slightly even now at the simulation. As she thinks, *Why does this feel so good? What if someone sees?* How ironic that we are observing her as of this instant. She can't help but let out a little yelp at an unusual touch, a heightened sensation. She bites her lips as she grows hornier and hornier, as we move on.\n\nFinally, the last woman is completely lost. She is already screaming out in pleasure and can barely take it anymore. She arches her back as her sweat mixes with her cum and she is shivering all over. Indeed, this is the pinnacle of sex itself. Her sweet moans are music to any man who is able to hear her -- and that is, every man. As she lost count of her orgasms long ago, she would be an excellent -- even if vocal -- partner for anyone who wishes.\n\nAnd that concludes the nature documentary. Perhaps next time, we can experiment with if the Sybian machines elicit a stronger reaction out of these women."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "For the rest of the vacation, I have one rule, and I'm only going to tell you once. I consent to whatever, as long as you don't ask."
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"content": "\"For the rest of the vacation, I have one rule, and I'm only going to tell you once.” Olivia breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly before continuing. “I consent to whatever, as long as you don't ask.”\n\nShe watched as Gary’s eyes flashed wide, searching her boyfriend’s face for any sign of his reaction.\n\n“Can I flip you over? Can I pull your hair? Can I spank your ass?”\n\nOlivia had found the weeklong stay at an all-inclusive beach resort to be fun and relaxing, but she had grown tired of constantly having to give affirmations during their nightly sexual encounters. Consent is sexy, but Olivia was tired of having to say “yes” to every move.\n\nIt wasn’t long before Olivia discovered that she might have bit off more than she had bargained for.\n\nThat very night, their usual soak in the balcony hot tub got hotter than usual when Gary took ahold of her wrist and guided it to his swim trunks.\n\nOlivia smiled at her boyfriend’s rather tepid show of dominance, and her hand fished into his swimsuit and began to stroke him beneath the water.\n\nHer fingertips got him hard, his stiffness growing in her hand until he stood before her and presented his cock at eye level.\n\nShe did the only natural thing in this situation and leaned forward to lick the tip of her boyfriend’s cock before slipping his chlorine-soaked member into her mouth her tongue tracing the smoothness of his shaft.\n\nBut unlike previous blowjobs, where Olivia set the pace and Gary moaned in approval, this one turned almost instantly into something more animalistic.\n\nOlivia was thrilled at how quickly her offer had started to impact her man, feeling herself growing increasingly aroused the further this blowjob deviated from the many he’d given Gary in the past.\n\nShe felt Gary’s hand move to the back of her head, fingertips running through her wet hair and intertwining themselves until he had enough leverage to control the movement of her mouth.\n\nGary began to move her, setting the page and using her mouth like a toy as Olivia, powerlessly, felt his cock slipping in and out of her mouth.\n\nShe swirled her tongue around him, moaned softly, and varied the pressure on his cock, taking control of the only things he had left to her, his pace quickening.\n\nThe bobbing of her head turned quickly into her entire upper body moving, Gary’s hands rocking her forward and back as her mouth hummed and purred, trying to put as much friction on his pistoling cock as she could.\n\nHer body’s motion was turning the small jacuzzi into a wave pool, and the water lapping at Olivia’s tits was only adding to her arousal. She reached behind herself, untying her bikini top and letting the fabric fall away from her chest, the water now lapping at her bare nipples.\n\nOlivia’s hands moved to her chest, taking the pink eraser-sized nubs between the thumb and middle finger of each hand. She rolled her nipples between her fingertips, her moans radiating through Gary’s cock as he used her mouth without a thought in the world for her pleasure.\n\nHer nipples had always been sensitive, and in this moment their proving nearly enough to drive her to her destination. She was overjoyed that Gary was thrusting himself into her mouth, using her head to leverage her lips around him. His animal need was affirming her desires, and stoking the fires of her arousal.\n\nThe experience felt more like a drug than Olivia had imagined, and she was only able to focus on her nipples for a few minutes before her right hand inevitably moved between her legs, pressing against the neoprene of her swimsuit and massaging her needy sex.\n\nInstinctively, thanks to a lifetime of training, her hips moved to meet her own motions, lifting her ass off the concrete bench of the hot tub to meet her digits.\n\nHer fingertips started out tracing the outline of her labia through the fabric, fanning the flames of her lust, before her ring and middle finger came to rest squarely on her clit, drawing hungry circles against her sensitive nub and causing her to begin to moan sweetly around her boyfriend’s cock\n\nOlivia’s other hand dropped her nipple, running up Gary’s thigh and gripping his ass, urging him to fuck her mouth, to use her. He was making progress, but Olivia’s patience was being overruled by desire, and she wanted to take his newfound boldness out for a spin.\n\n“You like that don’t you,” her boyfriend said, his usual docile and careful lovemaking thrown to the wind.\n\nOlivia responded involuntarily, her mouth moaning “uh huh” around his stiffness before she had a chance to realize there was no way he could understand her while his cock was stuffing her mouth.\n\nGary groaned, her vocalizations vibrating her entire mouth around him. So she did it again, moaning the word “yes” into the throbbing stiffness of her boyfriend’s cock as he began to fun her face with increasing urgency.\n\nOlivia hummed, deeply, turning her mouth into a vibrating orifice of divine pleasure. As Gary’s grunting grew more urgent, she knew his climax was nearing and she wasted no time in grabbing his hips and pulling him towards her to hasten his thrusts.\n\nHis tightening grip on her hair tugged at her scalp, and her moans grew higher pitched at the sudden but not entirely unpleasant plain. He was using the leverage to match his hips thrusting towards her mouth. He was really going o town on her mouth, and Olivia was positively dripping at the rough treatment he was dishing out.\n\nWhen her boyfriend neared climax, he usually warned her, but as Olivia swirled her tongue along the underside of his cock and hummed him into oblivion with every thrust, Olivia wondered hopefully if he might be a bit more hasty now.\n\nHer wish was quickly fulfilled, as she felt Gary’s grip on the back of her head freeze, pushing her head down on him until she could feel his wiry, curly pubic hair against her face.\n\nHe held her there, her mouth and throat wrapping him, and she breathed slowly through her nose to avoid tapping out at all costs. She couldn’t hold her breath for long, but feeling him completely inside her mouth was an experience Olivia wanted to savor. Her tongue extended, tracing the base of her boyfriend’s cock and his balls and she strained to maximize his pleasure as she felt his climax nearing.\n\nHer careful efforts were rewarded without delay as she felt his throbbing cock swell against her lips and erupt down her throat. Swallowing was a foregone conclusion as she felt his seed deposited magnificently straight into the back of her throat.\n\nHis climax brought moans of approval from both of them, as Olivia relished the feeling of having had he mouth used so effectively.\n\nThe way his erection pulsated in her mouth, pumping the results of her efforts into her was a divine sensation that had Olivia’s mind buzzing with desire to get more out of her man before the night ended.\n\n“Fuck,” Olivia said when her man’s drained erection was pulled from her mouth, a last few drops of ejaculate dripping down into the bubbling water.\n\n“That what you had in mind?” Gary asked, his tone that of a man who thought he had conquered the mountain.\n\nOlivia peered up at him, then looked at his cock bouncing before her eyes, then back at his face.”\n\n“It’s a start,” she said, pulling herself up out of the water after untying her bikini bottom. “And you can definitely do that again whenever you want.”\n\nHer naked form ascended beside the jacuzzi and walked towards the balcony’s sliding glass door, every inch of her on display for the man who’d been given permission to use her as he saw fit.\n\n“I think I need a shower,” she added, turning to him before walking away, swinging her hips as she went disappeared into the room."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The hazing for the sorority is quite humiliating but it's too late for her to back out now.
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"content": "Hinari looked around the lecture hall nervously. She spotted a couple of the upperclassman sorority girls dotted around the place, and they spotted her back. She’d decided to rush as soon as she got to school, but the hazing had been humiliating. It was bad enough that she had to wear an ultra-short lace miniskirt and a tiny red halter top that barely amounted to more than a bra. With her prodigious breasts, she looked positively indecent, her melon-sized mounds tightly pressed against each other, constantly heaving and jiggling whenever she moved. What was worse though, was the white, numerical code printed on her top, across her left breast, or rather, what it meant.\n\nThe physics lecture had started, and Hinari relaxed a little, tucking her long, dark hair behind her ear, as she started to take notes. Maybe nothing would happen this class… Then it started.\n\nVibrations pulsed from Hinari’s clit, through her vag, to her g-spot, and then back again. The curvy, leggy, Japanese girl almost jumped out of her seat, struggling to quiet herself, as the shock of pleasure caught her unaware. She was already starting to blush, but her face turned truly red when she looked around at the Sorority girls from before.\n\nAcross the room, one of her monitors, Bethany, was smirking to herself, as she pointed her phone’s lens at the writhing freshman. As part of this sorority’s hazing ritual, every prospective member had to wear an internet controlled vibrator, a curved little wonder that tucked deep inside her, nestled against her g-spot while encircling her clit with a little external rabbit extension, all held in place by her panties and the tightness of her own pussy. The control codes for those vibrators were printed on each of the girl’s tops, and select boys around campus were encouraged to download the app. Whenever someone logged into a girls vibe, the sorority monitors got an alert. If she was lucky, there wasn’t anyone around to livestream her reactions… Hinari wasn’t lucky, and there were three monitors in the lecture hall with her, all filming her with their phones and streaming her struggling body to the web.\n\nHinari gritted her teeth and rocked her curvy rump in her seat, trying to control herself. With the codes being on their tops, and with her having such an eye-grabbing bust, she’d been getting more logins than any other three freshmen combined! This was the third class in a row when someone had logged in, and it had happened while she was walking earlier this morning too!\n\nThe vibrator in her sex stepped down a level of intensity, but sped up its pattern, giving her the sensation of rapid stroking from her depths to her clit, inhuman waves of pleasure passing through and along her. She clenched down on it, even knowing that it had sensors that would tell it’s controller exactly what her body was doing to it. She tried to sit still in her seat, even as her breath started to quicken, and her big, rosy nipples rapidly stiffened, almost plainly visible through the thin material of her top.\n\nSome of the students around her seemed to have noticed that something was up, and a few of them were even hiding their little, knowing smirks. What the Alphas did to their new girls wasn’t QUITE a secret, and Hinari could see, in their expressions, that some of her fellow students were suspecting what was happening, and some of them were having their suspicions confirmed!\n\nShe couldn't stop her hips from moving, and she couldn’t stop her heavy, almost unrestrained breasts from wobbling every time she moved. Who ever was doing this to her was watching, too, through the lenses of the sorority sisters gleefully pointing their phones at her. She focused, drawing together all of her will, and she just managed to sit still, though her chest still bounced up and down with each of the short, deliberate breaths she was taking. She almost managed to regain her composure, albeit while panting like a woman possessed. She tried to continue paying attention in class, attempting to suppress her blush and ignore the stares and smirks of the students around her. She picked up her book, and the vibrator suddenly exploded to maximum intensity!\n\n“AAAAAhhh!” Hinari cried out, as she arched her back, her book slamming to the floor, her fingers having lost their grip.\n\nEveryone in the room looked at her. Her future sisters were giggling their perfect asses off.\n\n“Aaaa… Dang it! I dropped my book...” Hinari forced out, trying to cover, her cheeks burning, as she forced herself to stand on unsteady legs and bend over to pick it up. Her heavy tits dangled down, giving anyone who cared to look a clear view down the valley of her cleavage, and she knew that anyone behind her was getting a full look at her panties, but she couldn’t move fast, not with the vibrator trying to shake her pussy loose from her body. Shuddering, panting, getting ever closer to orgasm, she picked up her book and sat back down, thankful for the professor trying to move along with class.\n\nThe vibe stayed at max intensity, but it started to shift its sensations around, hitting her groin’s every pleasure center in an exquisite rhythm. She couldn’t stop herself from writhing in her seat, and her eyes scrunched closed. One of her hands started to drift toward her chest. Her breasts were exquisitely sensitive, one of her favorite parts of her body to play with, and her subconscious mind couldn’t stand them being left out. Trying to be as discreet as she could, she subtly started to squeeze and massage her right breast, her small fingers sinking into and being overwhelmed by her soft, heavy titflesh. She was willfully rocking against the vibe, in her seat, so close to orgasm that she was nearly oblivious to the other people in the lecture hall around her. She got closer, and closer… and then it suddenly stopped.\n\nHinari’s eyes snapped open, and she panted, as she looked around the room in desperate confusion, still kneading her own tit, openly groping herself at this point, holding on to any sense of stimulation, desperate for release. A guy in the row right ahead of her, one of several people watching, seemed to notice what was happening. He quickly closed the physics app on his phone and, shooting another glance at her heavy bust, started to key something in.\n\nThe vibe came back on, at full force and full pattern speed, flooding the girl with sensation, and she moaned out loud, arching and dancing in her seat as she finally came, taking several seconds to remember to try to quiet and compose herself. She was still panting in her seat, looking around in shock and embarrassment, when she caught the eye of the dude in front of her. He shot her a nod of solidarity, along with a wink and a finger gun.\n\nPanting, she acknowledged him with half-lidded, sex drunk eyes, and she mouthed, “Thank you.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A mysterious new phone app generates all sorts of lewd and erotic dares and challenges. Anyone who downloads the app seems to get swept up in it, inevitably doing the dares and attempting the challenges.
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"content": "It is a late Thursday afternoon and Daisy is lying in her bed board looking though Instagram when she comes across an advert for a new dirty app.\n\nCurious she opens the App Store and begins to read the description.\n“Feeling dirty and want to have some fun? Down load this app for kinky dares and challenges.” The app description reeds.\nDaisy is unsure and her finger hovers over the instal button... She gives in and clicks it.\n\nIt takes only seconds for the app to download and Daisy opens it immediately. She is greeted by a screen with three options. Dare, Challenge or Add.\nDaisy clicks ‘Add’ wanting to see what it dose. It opens a box where she could add her own dare or challenge for someone else to complete.\nShe doesn’t want to do this right now so clicks back. She is unsure about picking dare but her finger slips and click on it. A red page appears with the dare written in white.\n“Dare: Masterbate in public.” The dare reads. There are two options below ‘Except’ or ‘Pass’. Daisy doesn’t want to go to extreme so clicks pass, a warning pops up saying she has no more passes she must complete the next dare. Daisy brushes this off thinking if she didn’t like it she just wouldn’t do it... Clicking next the new dare pops up.\n“Dare: Fake an orgasm right now.” The dare tells her.\nHaving to do it Daisy begins to moan and fake an orgasm.\n“Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh I’m gonna cum.” Daisy is moaning out loud knowing she is home alone and nobody will hear her.\n“Ahhh yes, yes yes.” She moans loudly.\nDaisy was now getting into the mood and wants to get to the next dare.\n“Dare: Destroy all your clothes.” The phone screen says.\nThere is no pass button and Daisy really doesn’t want to destroy her clothes. She try’s to click the back button and reserves a shock to her hand.\n“Ow.” Daisy says in shock.\nDaisy starts to feel different and is soon on her feet walking over to her chest of drawers.\nDaisy opens the drawers and begins to rip apart her tights, panties, bras and everything that is in there.\nIt isn’t long before there is a pile of destroyed clothes on her floor.\nDaisy begins to remove her top, pulling it over her head to reveal her bright pink bra. She destroys the top and begins to rip the bra off her tits exposing them. Next are her shorts which rip off very easily. Her panties are the last to be destroyed.\nDaisy snaps out of her trance to see the pile on the floor.\n“Ow my, I didn’t just do it? Did I?” She asks out load beginning to panic.\n“I have no clothes, what am I going to do?” She continues to ask herself.\nPicking up her phone she click next dare by mistake.\n“Dare: Ask you next door neighbour if you can brow some clothes, go naked.” The dare tells her.\n“No, no happening.” Daisy said as she drops her phone on the bed. Her neighbour is a 19 year old lesbian who has a secret crush on Daisy.\nDaisy began to feel different again and is walk toward her front door. Daisy opens the door and walks into the corridor or her apartment, knocking on her neighbours door.\n“Ow hey Daisy.” Janet, the neighbour, says as she opens the door.\n“I need to borrow some clothes.” Daisy tells Janet trying to cover her tits and pussy with we hands.\n“You’ve got that new dare app haven’t you?” Janet asks with a cheeky smile.\n“Yeah it made me do this.” Daisy explains to Janet.\n“Well if you need to borrow clothes I need something in return.” Janet tells Daisy hinting at something.\n“What?” Daisy asks wanting this dare to be over.\n“Move you hands.” Janet says leaning on the door frame.\nDaisy slowly begins to mover her hands way from her tits and pussy, she gives Janet a good look at her naked body.\n“Wow your do look rather sexy naked.” Janet whispers under her breath.\n“Now can I have some clothes?” Daisy asks almost begging.\n“Sure.” Janet says handing Daisy a very tight pair of leggings and a crop top.\n“Thank you.” Daisy says as she walks back to her flat.\n\nOnce inside Daisy quickly puts the clothes on and gets her phone from the bed. Daisy deletes the app from her phone and sets out to the shops to by new clothes..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] [TT] A specific type of gag is worn in public by an individual to send a unique message to the rest of the world. What kind of message does each gag send?
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"content": "(Not trying to steal your thunder here. I thought this was a great prompt, and I hope you can write something based on what I've sketched out. This idea was partially based on the Victorian language of flowers.)\n\nEvery properly educated lady was expected to know the language of the spheres by heart, and practice it in public as a sign of her good upbringing. The perfect sphere of the ball gag itself was a common symbol of femininity. From there, a white gag signified purity and innocence, while a gag in noble polished black spoke of utmost propriety in the ways of dominance and submission. Red was the color of pain and passion, blue the bittersweet torment of edging and denial, beige the color of strict rope bondage and silent contemplation in the classic style, while solemn gray marked both the wisdom of age, and mourning the lost passions of youth. The significance of emerald was obvious for all to see, as the uninhibited nature lover would usually be quite undressed. Silver, on the other hand, was the color of the Hidden Gates of the Moon, and was considered quite naughty yet also discreet, since the lady was likely to be wearing more polished silver hidden between her buttocks. The royal gold of the Heavenly Spear, on the other hand, spoke to her preference for a very different kind of implement beneath her dress. \n\nAside from the color of the orb, the rest of the gag also revealed a lady's character. Golden chains of dominance, silver chains of submission, leather to denote humility and humiliation, either in natural beige for the yet unbound, or dyed black for those who have surrendered their passions to their one and only keeper. Then there were the threading ropes of every color, holding a dizzying array of messages both public and private. The straps of a gag could say just as much as the orb itself. There was also the size of the gag to consider. The dainty sphere for a debutante, the oversized one for experienced lovers, or at least those hoping to appear as such. And who could forget the ever so strenuous phallic half-sphere gag as a sign of a wife's fidelity to her husband? \n\nBut times are changing, and fashions along with it. Some fashionable ladies are moving away from the classic ball gag to something else entirely. A plain ring gag for openness and friendship, a no-nonsense wooden bit gag for the girls who were proud to work for a living, a full faced muzzle to show one's devotion to the holy tenants of stoicism and fortitude in the face of hardship, or even something stranger still, like a nose ring chained to a strapless gilded panel gag, with the clever locking plates inside hidden entirely from view. However, what that could possibly denote is something you would have to ask the lady to sign to you herself. Some are going so far as to wear nothing but a plain knotted cloth tied between their lips, a proud declaration of being a \"new woman\" who would form the fabric of the new enlightenment. These days, every kind of gag could be see adorning a lady's face. In fact, the only sight you would not find is a woman going ungagged in public at all."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] 'Casual Friday' at the office got a lot more interesting when more than just the dress code gets relaxed.
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"content": "Our new boss, we'll call him Jim, has been trying way to hard. And, you know what? I get it. There's a lot of pressure on him. See, in my job, at the end of the financial year, employees get to rate their boss. The boss with the highest employee rating, or EM for short, gets a handsome bonus, rumored to be about the same as a full month's pay. So, sure enough, the closer it gets to the EM rating time, the nicer everyone's bosses are. Those in offices who have erectile dysfunctions for bosses use that time to force them to make substantial changes just to get a mediocre rating, and those with great bosses usually just get waffles on Monday or something. \n\nOur office has a pretty chilled back approach, always has, and if our boss seems to be genuinely trying to do his best and pull his weight, then we give them a good rating. No sweat! In fact, we've had the same boss for years. He was just one of us. We never wanted him to get punishment for a bad rating, nor to move high and away from us for a great rating, so, together, we calculated the perfect score to keep him just where he was. He was cool, and even helped us with the calculations. But he died two months before the financial year. Cancer. \n\nThat's when Jim came in. He was super stressed about his rating. He was young, mid twenties, hair dishevelled dispite his best efforts, carried his suitcase like he meant business! But he desperately needed those approvals, so he started giving us some extra free reign almost immediately.\n\nFirst it was the lunch break. We had a half hour lunch break before. Now, suddenly we had a full hour. Whatever, we had work to do, and we were going to go back after 30 minutes either way.\n\nNext, it was the water cooler. It had been broken for as long as we could remember, and just produced tepid water. He got it fixed. I'll be honest, I was a fan.\n\nAfter that, the coffee machine and coffee it was full of. It went from el cheepo suff in a meh coffee machine, to Vanilla Troubadour in a brand spanking new one! Again, I was a fan, at the very least of the coffee maker, even if I knew the coffee part was unsustainable.\n\nBut then it was even bigger, fancier things, and my coworkers and I, we were comfortable just as is. No spruce up required. No, we just wanted to get him back for being a try hard after a while. Not in a mean way, no, definitely not, we'd rate him with glowing reviews, but definitely get him back.\n\nThat's when the dress code was relaxed.\n\n...\n\nWe all have that one guy at work. You know the one; seems totally normal at first, but you're pretty sure he came to work once wearing a uvula piercing, and a slip of the tongue here and an absurdly timed hard-on there has has convinced you he's totally into bondage. Well, in our office, that was Dave. It was kind of a secret that he was an utter kinkster until one of us ran across some pictures that were... Special.\n\nWell, when Jim relaxed the dress code to \"whatever you like\", myself and the secretary, Jessy, went directly to Dave. Dave heard our plan, and soon, the whole office was in on it.\n\nOn Saturday, we all went to Dave's studio apartment, bringing with us doughnuts and milk tart and soda, and raided his NSFW cupboards. Jessy found a leather bra and panties set complete with whip, which Dave swore blind was from a previous girlfriend, I found a lacy... Actually, I don't know what it was. It was some kind of chimera of boob hats and a g-string with a connecting band in the middle.\n\nAlan from accountanting threw us all for a loop when he showed up with nipple piecings and some other elements from home, and then selected some other accessories from Dave's draws to compete his look. That day, I discovered he's gay. \n\nDave, of course, was in his element, and surprisingly comfortable playing dress suggester with us, not to mention his cute doggy outfit. (No, I don't know how the tail attached. No, I don't want to.) \n\nOn Monday, we arrived. 20 staff members, sitting, doing their normal work, but in hardcore BDSM wear. High heels, tails, ropes, whips, you name it, someone had it.\n\nJim walked in, and I'll never forget the look of absolute horror on his face when he saw Jessy. He went red as a tomato, and blinked so fast I thought he'd faint. After a full minute of trying to say, \"Hi, how are you?\" he just said \"Yes,\" and moved on. Shortly afterwards, he met me whilest getting some coffee, and gaped his jaw in horror. (Rumor has it, it's still damaged today from that unhinging!)\n\nThen he passed Dave on his was back to the office, who greeted him, and, seeing Dave was dressed like he was, he speed walked around the office to see exactly who was dressed absurdly. Of course, everyone was. He went back to his office to sit down, horrified.\n\nThen Alan from accountanting, all dolled up like a propper Daddy, went to give him some papers. I think that cracked him. All we heard throughout the entire building was a shriek. He picked up his briefcase, oh so official, and ran home, saying something about 'mental health leave' as he went. \n\n...\n\nThe rules went back to normal after that. He never tried to dote on us like that again, just gave us what we needed when we needed it. Nothing too fancy. However, I am pleased to report that the water cooler still cools, and we kept that amazing coffee machine. We get Troubadour on birthdays, along with cake, too."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Should there be a new tag for historical prompts?
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"content": "I think reality fiction is generally when you want the prompt to be around a specific person or specific event. \n\nIf your prompt was just something like \"Guy fucks girl in Ancient Japan\", then I think [WP] is fine. \"Ancient Japan\" is more so just creating the general setting/timeframe, which is simply a historical setting. The way I think of it, we don't have specific prompt tags for say... fantasy settings, so I think this would fall under a similar category.\n\nIf it's something like \"Two soldiers get frisky at the Battle of Waterloo\", then I'd say that's closer to a [RF] because there's a clear, pinpointed event in mind that happened in history. Same if you threw Napoleon in there or something.\n\nDisclaimer: not a mod so I may be interpreting rules wrong. Assuming I'm understanding the rules correctly, we probably don't need a new tag, as I think either [WP] or [RF] would do alright based on what type of prompt you're asking for."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Something clicked inside her when she heard him chuckling at the over-the-top commercial, and when he joked that no girl would go down on you for a chocolate bar, the next words out of her mouth were "Try me."
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"content": "“I mean, it would have to be some amazing chocolate,” Kim clarified. “God help you if you offered a Hershey bar. Or white chocolate.” She shuddered then went back to watching the television. In her mind, there was a big difference between food snobbery and asking for basic human decency. \n\n“But what about us poor Americans who grew up on Hershey Kisses?” Hector asked. “Should there be some kind of sliding scale?”\n\n“Blow jobs commensurate with quality. I’d rather eat a stick of butter than bite into a Chunky.” \n\nHector rose from the couch. “Want anything from the kitchen? Soda, Snickers?”\n\n“Surprise me,” she replied with a grin. If there was any doubt about her desires, patting the crotch of his sweatpants evaporated it. He returned holding two cans in one hand and something else behind his back. “You’re taking the surprise pretty seriously. Are you willing to submit to my fickle tastes?”\n\n“Hey, a BJ is a BJ.” He revealed the bar in his other hand.\n\n“Really? A fun size Crunch bar? How old is that?” \n\n“From last Halloween… maybe the one before. I mean it doesn’t go *bad*.” He held the little wrapper with his fingertips spun it around, as if making it dance would make it more enticing.\n\n“And you think—that the fact that it *literally* could not taste worse—is a selling point?” Moving her hand between his inner thighs, she felt him stiffen with anticipation.\n\nHector slammed the candy on the coffee table. “I’ve paid up. What do I get?”\n\n“One, you have to eat it,” Kim smiled, tugging his waistband over his lap. His cock lurched backward and stared back at her. Hector unwrapped the chocolate and shoved it in his mouth. “How is it?”\n\n“Mnnn crunshee,” he mumbled. “Your turn.”\n\nHe was still chewing when she opened her mouth and bent down. His tip passed over her lips but she didn’t close around him, instead turning her head to the side so that his cock pushed into her cheek. \n\n“No teef! No teef!” he blurted. She was not so cruel, but the blow job, while technically accurate, did nothing for either of them. She sat back up and kissed him, then winced.\n\n“Ugh, I can taste it on your lips.” She did most of the shopping, and *knew* there were better options in the pantry. “Go get something from the third shelf.” He sighed and hobbled away, pants still at his thighs. There were Lindoors, some Godiva, even a Cadbury Creme egg from the freezer would warrant at least a climax. What he brought back took her breath away.\n\n“Is that a real *Beschle*?” The solid matte paper and typeface were unmistakable. “Where did you get that?” \n\n“I knew you like fancy ones, and well, I hope this is fancy enough.” He handed it over and Kim, who took it with odd reverence. She knew what came in the mail, watched their bills. How did he sneak this past her?\n\n“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed, putting the full Swiss bar on the table, “you did good.” Sliding off the couch, she knelt between his legs and kissed his balls, slowly working her way up to his head. Licking the underside of the bell, she savored the slightly salty flavor. “Real good.” \n\nHector leaned back and spread his legs wider as she raked his chest, taking more of his cock. When it hit the back of her throat, she looked up at him and grinned, then pushed down even more. “Oh fuck!”\n\nHer movements were deliberate and smooth, a technique that came with years of experience. Like a passionate chocolatier, Kim’s devotion to her craft was instantly recognizable as head and shoulders above anything else. He didn’t last long, tapping her shoulders when he was close. Pulling off, Kim stroked his soaked shaft and let him cum on her face, the white load dripping off each cheek. He pulled her up from the floor and they kissed deeply, sharing the wet and warm. \n\n“See the difference?” she said, giggling. “No more Hersheys?”\n\n“No way,” he replied. “It’s Mars bars, all the way!” They shared a laugh as they cuddled for the rest of the night.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] [TT] No Knight Shall Be Seen To Fornicate
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"content": "What a ride! Excellently done. I very much enjoyed the characterization of this little adventuring band. You’ve got a fine voice, and there’s not a whole lot I can say aside from some copy-editing stuff. The biggest critique I have, actually, is that you have a tendency to tell instead of show.\n\nStarting with the really simple things:\n\n>The battle was over, but the ring of Orgazzo still lay on the ground, glowing with dark magics, preparing to send itself to another host, who at it’s merest touch, would transformed into an unspeakable creature of uncontrollable lusts, just as had happened to it’s previous owner, who now lay beside it, many obscene tentacles and feelers melting away from his body, dissolving into black ichor and wisps of shadow.\n\nWith the apostrophe, “it’s” is a contraction of “it is.”\n\n​\n\n>Elanor sighed, primly continuing to clean her equipment. “Ralis, you are welcome to your dreams, but I would appreciate if you would not bore us with recounting them...” her gaze met his for the barest moment, a hint of a smile and slight blush passing over her face, even as she looked away from him, “regardless of how often they should reoccur...”\n\nWe’ve got a run-on sentence here; it's also unfinished. Remember that an ellipsis with four dots indicates the end of a sentence within its implied continuation/trailing off, but an ellipsis with three dots does not, and requires the sentence to end on its own.\n\n​\n\n>“Elanor!” Ralis called out, desperately.\n\nThis is just a case of replacing some fluff with something tighter. Rather than relying on an adverb to give your verb more punch, you might consider a punchier verb xD Something like “shrieked,” or “wailed,” for instance, would give us a much more immediate sense of what Ralis is doing—depending, of course, on what flavor you want his voice to have. Not to say you shouldn’t be using adverbs—but that they’re often most useful when they would appear to *contradict* the verb they’re applied to for the sake of nuance, rather than just as an emphasizer.\n\n​\n\n>Ralis, swashbuckler and, reformed bandit saw what she was doing and called out to her, “Elanor, no! The gods won’t block its magic!”\n\nA misplaced comma—but also, and more importantly in the long term, to say that he “saw what she was doing and called out to her” is fairly bland, and therefore fairly distant. It’s removed us a step from the action. Something that might help is *embodying* the actions—rather than just a trite little summary of what he does, complete with lackluster verbs, set us in his head and body. What are his senses telling us? And especially since he then has a line of dialogue, the dialogue tag doesn’t help.\n\nCompare a couple examples:\n\n>Ralis, swashbuckler and reformed bandit, caught the light flicker off her greaves and reached to stop her, too late. “Elanor, no! The gods won’t block its magic!”\n\nOr\n\n>Ralis, swashbuckler and reformed bandit, felt his throat constrict, but his feet felt like lead. “Elanor, no! The gods won’t block its magic!”\n\nYou do this fairly well in the sex scene, but it feels like the rest of the story sort of lags behind in that regard sometimes. Same kind of issue here:\n\n>Ralis noticed that the others were doing similar, and he was beside himself. “Kimi! Hector! We have to at least check her out! She touched the ring! Who knows what it might have done to her?”\n\nI want more. What does he notice—that everyone’s backs were to him? That nobody seemed to worry? That they had shouldered their packs and started walking? Rather than simply telling us that he was beside himself—show us. Embody it. How’s he behaving? Is he breathing heavily? Is his mouth dry? Is he shaking? Is his gut clenching? Maybe he’s suddenly aware of the lack of wind on his skin? What does being “beside himself” feel like, to Ralis? What does it look like, in your mind’s eye? What would Hector or Kimilee be seeing and hearing from him?\n\n​\n\nAnd speaking of dialogue tags, a personal pet peeve:\n\n>“Well… I mean… last night. Everything was just…. Just incredible!” he said.\n\nNot to say that “said” doesn’t have its place… but here it’s just superfluous. We can infer from context that it’s Ralis speaking again—and if the verb in the dialogue tag isn’t giving us any new information, we might as well just drop it.\n\n>“Well… I mean… last night. Everything was just…. Just incredible!”\n\nWorks fine on its own, see?\n\n​\n\nAnd now for something I really liked. Favorite line(s):\n\n>Whenever she wasn’t in her armor, whatever cloth she wore seemed to conspire to drape over or cling to her figure in whatever ways seemed most alluring. Ralis had caught the barest glimpse of her accidentally, once, when she was bathing, and the echo of it still ignited his dreams, its memory sending a pulse of excitement to his loins whenever her perfect form passed through his mind.\n\nI love the personification of the cloth there--it really lends itself to the preternatural nature of being a half-succubus that you're painting. And I *adore* that it's not even the sight, but the *echo* of it that haunts him. Beautiful."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The "walk of shame" is her walk of pride.
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"content": "There are many types of power, many types of strength. There are at least as many ways of expressing those powers and strengths. For Alice, to whom life had not always been kind, her power was her sexuality and the expression of that power was her assertion of herself. She had not had an ordinary childhood, growing up in a fundamentalist compound in the American southwest. A lot of what she did as an adult was a reaction against those childhood conditions, a reaction against growing up in what was probably one of the sexually repressive places left on earth. She’d come a long way from there. \n\nShe’d had a pleasant night fucking her brains out with a pair of young men; they’d been enthusiastic in the eagerness of the inexperienced, and grateful when they’d finished. She liked inexperienced young men, when she had a sense that she could teach them something and that they would be willing to learn. She’d left her car parked at her apartment near the university bars where she’d picked them up. The streets were still quiet, but she’d put off leaving so that she could have some morning sex, which had turned into shower sex and then scrambled eggs and toast with her new friends. She smiled at some pleasant memories, kept walking… she was wearing the same things she’d worn last night, black heels and a little black dress. It was drawing attention, at 11 AM on a Saturday. She smiled, enjoying the attention and the recognition of her sexuality. She existed, she was a woman, and she fucked. She would not hide or deny any of those things about her; rather she’d proclaim them proudly.\n\nShe waved at an old Korean man who was cleaning up the front of his convenience store. He’d seen her walk past any number of times… he saw her and returned her wave, even smiled at her with a faint amusement. He’d sold her iced tea on weekdays and liquor on weekends and was too much a good businessman not to like a regular customer who paid and didn’t complain. \n\n“Good morning, Mr. Kim. I hope that you’re having a pleasant morning.” He nodded,\n\n“Good morning to you too. Business is good now that the students are back.” She wondered what he thought of her, of her and the walks home she made like this one. Probably glad his daughter wasn’t living like her, to start with. Beyond that… perhaps faint amusement at the antics of a young person. Not that what he thought mattered in the end.\n\nOnwards… she heard a bird chirp and savored the signs of spring. Her heels were uncomfortable, and she remembered a parodied song line that described too many women’s shoes… these shoes ain’t made for walking. She passed a cop writing a parking ticket for an older Honda, and caught his attention… he scowled judgmentally at her, and returned his expression by smiling sweetly and waving, just as she had with Mr. Kim. He seemed confused for a second, then looked away. There was something amusing about it, when she could discomfort a judgmental man so easily. She didn’t think he would turn her down if she offered (which she wouldn’t, she had standards) but he still felt the need to express displeasure that she’d been out getting some last night. She remembered a saying she’d heard somewhere… a slut is a woman who sleeps with *other* men. Something like that. She kept smiling as she walked.\n\nShe liked to attract attention, especially appreciative or sexually interested attention, but she’d settle for the reaction she’d provoked from that cop. Still better than meekly excepting the ideas her family had had about a woman’s place and a woman’s role when she’d been growing up with them. Those ideas had constrained her, but they hadn’t protected her – not from her pervert uncle’s wandering hands – and so she had two good reasons to reject them. She’d assert her existence and, if necessary, she’d protect herself. \n\nShe passed another woman, a younger woman in a similar little black dress. The girl was walking with her head down, seemed to be trying to shrink in on herself. Alice smiled, asked:\n\n“Had a good night, then?” The woman looked, appeared to be expecting someone out to mock her, but gave her own weak smile when she saw Alice. “I certainly did. Good sex is nothing to be ashamed of.” The woman laughed, and seemed to stand a little straighter:\n\n“You might be right, but I don’t think I had much good sex last night. There’s a problem with virgins or near virgins who’ve watched too much porn.” Alice shared her laughter:\n\n“Poor devils. They need someone to come along and explain reality to them, maybe a bit forcefully.” Shared sympathy between two women in a similar situation. The poet Chesterton had written once, about the power of feeling that you were not alone. The difference between having one friend and being completely alone… in that situation the difference between zero and one is not the same as the difference between one and two or twenty and twenty one; it is like the difference between zero and infinity. Or something like that. He was a seriously conservative Catholic, so he’d hate to have his work referenced in this context. Too bad for him. “Still, even if it didn’t work out, no shame in trying.” No shame. That was the message she was trying to send this woman.\n\n“Well, I guess. Good seeing you.” She didn’t sound convinced, but she was standing taller and it seemed less like she was trying to shrink into herself, so Alice would consider that a win.\n\n“You too. Have a good one.” And Alice sped up and left the girl behind, reflecting as she did that she’d probably never see her again. But wishing her well, wishing all the girls like her well. Let all of them realize their power and freely express their sexuality, let all of them take pride in that power. Alice continued her walk of pride."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A wickedly gorgeous and powerful witch has saved the town. Now, here comes the matter of her reward; the prince himself.
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"content": "Prince Abrams- a moderately tall, get handsome young man with light auburn hair brushed behind his right ear- approached the witch’s cottage, with little more expression than one of slight irritation. He knocked on the magister’s door, attempting to stave away the discreet band of burgundy running across his cheekbones.\n\nThe witch, an ancient woman who, via powerful magic, maintained the guise of a young lady no later in life than in her early thirties at most.\n\n“H-here I am,” the prince blushed.\n\n “Hmm, you’re even more dashing than I recall, your highness! I’m looking quite forward to...gaining your knighthood this fortnight.” \n\n The deceptively young-looking crone eyed her prize up and down, as an adder salivates over the unfortunate rodent it plans to take for a meal.\n\n “Stop! I mean...” \n\n Prince Abrams stammered.\n\n “Wit- pardon, Milady. I am doing this per father’s orders in gratitude for you turning away the kingdom’s enemies from decimating the capital yesterday...”\n\n The witch nodded softly.\n\n“...but I do not feel at liberty, truly, to be indecent. I am not even engaged yet. Have you any sympathy, enough to turn me about my way and-“\n\n The witch cut the prince off with a prompt ankle click on the floor of partially molded hardwood slabs.\n\n “Silence! A reward is a reward. Like hell I will pass up the chance to enjoy the fairest man in Saphiria. Take it out.” \n\nThe magister pointed below the prince’s belt, while parting her navy blouse and beginning to unfasten her corset, revealing splendid- if impossibly proportional- cleavage, graciously bouncing forward with each button undone.\n\n The prince’s face- now an almost inhuman shade of red- did as he was told, and unfastened his pantaloons. The witch, now completely naked, stood up, turned around, placed a single knee up on the chair, and reached behind herself to spread her lips in presentation.\n\n “Now, come on...in you go, My Liege.”\n\n The prince, hesitant in mind but body completely overwhelmed by hormones and unfamiliar instincts, rushed the witch with the vigor of a stallion and, as if he weren’t a virgin at all, shoved his formidable penis (now rock-hard; he wondered if even his sword could hold up to it, as much as he could muse over with such a foggy mind) into the witch’s pussy. She yelped.\n\nThe prince, already out of breath and feeling as if he might faint at any moment, was pumping harder and faster than any stallion he’d ever seen in life. The witch tried to speak, but each time, could only muster out a soft squeak, followed by a low groan.\n\n “What...what is this fowl magic? I can’t stop...how do I know to do all this?” Prince Abrams was utterly flabbergasted, overwhelmed with raw sexual power.\n\n “You’re...it’s because, my Prince,” the witch ejected his cock, got into a seated position on the chair, and beckoned him back inside, “it’s because you’re a man, and you’ve never known a woman could feel this good.”\n\n Seconds after regaining entry, the prince could not contain himself. An alarming warmth and tightness flushed through his groin, and he pinned the witch with so much force that his thumbs could have went right through her ribcage.\n\n Suddenly, semen- glistening like ivory- ran down the witch’s inner thigh in a single stream after her pussy had been filled to capacity after what felt like a dozen powerful spurts. The prince gasped as his half-erect dick fell out of her, trailing a sparkling thread of his honey. \n\n He lost consciousness and fell backwards, falling asleep as soon as he hit those partially-molded slats, his penis slightly curved to the side, a bead of after-cum like the fruit topping a tart.\n\n The witch let out a final gasp of relief, assumed proper seated posture on the chair, lit a half-smoked pipe of tobacco, and grinned as she gazed down at the inert prince.\n\n “Well, now...if that didn’t give me an heir to the throne...perhaps your next dozen renderings will...My Prince.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was really excited for her promotion, until she saw her new uniform, or rather a lack thereof.
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"content": "Sara had received the news earlier today, and was out celebrating with her friends.\n\n“So, like, instead of dealing with telephones, you're now going to the big-rollers houses and stuff?” Lindsey asked.\n\n“Yep! It'll be great! Beautiful mansions and fancy cars, expensive hotel rooms and first class flights there!”\n\n“You go, girl! With tits like those, you'll have those rich, horny bastards wrapped around your fingers.”\n\nMaybe that last shot of vodka was starting to hit, but Sara was sure she had misheard.\n\n“What?”\n\n“Well, you know, it like, why else dress you like that?”\n\n“Like what?”\n\n“Well, just the company sign, hanging off your tits.”\n\nThe other girls started giggling, and Sara had to join in.\n\n“You really had me going. You're such a bitch.”\n\nThe giggling suddenly stopped.\n\n“Umm, Sara?” Mary hesitated a moment, “Lindsey isn't joking. Let me google it real fast.” Mary's thumbs pounded away at her phone for a moment, then she spun it around to show Sara.\n\n“See, first result.”\n\nSara felt herself flush, then go pale. This was a bad joke, wasn't it? But there it was, on Google, no less. A woman naked, save for a small banner with the company logo across it hanging from a chain attached to her nipples.\n\n“This can't be real!” Sara thumbed through page after page of images, all of the same thing.Then her own phone vibrated. She had a text from her new manager:\n\n>Your piercing is scheduled for 7:45 tomorrow, and you have a flight upstate to catch at 9.\n\n(I may continue this later with the next morning, not sure right now.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) A young woman hooks her younger brother up with the girl of his dreams... and the sound of them fucking in the other room is practically calling to her to join in.
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"content": "\nLucy couldn't take it anymore. She had lived in an apartment with her brother for a year, and of all the things he did to make things difficult this was the worst. The thing that made her pissed is it was all her fault. Billy got a girlfriend finally and now those two just will not stop fucking. It was her lab partner from Chem lab too. So she had to sit and act like everything was normal when she listened to this woman get railed almost seven nights a week.\n\nLucy set Billy and Sara up for a date two weeks into the school year. She had been in classes with her before and now that they were lab partners they talked more. Sara was half Chinese, with long beautiful black hair that draped down her back, and even though she dressed conservatively Lucy could see she had some impressive curves on her. Lucy knew Billy had this thing for Asian girls and it turned out she liked Anime. Billy was always trying to get her to watch some. Maybe if he got a girlfriend he wouldn't try to get her to watch this stuff.\n\nTheir first date was just dinner at a nearby restaurant and watching Anime in his room. Lucy was in her room studying when the moaning started. They had only been in there an hour. Lucy mentally patted herself on the back for being a good matchmaker.\n\nIt has been over a month now, and not only is it hard to study, it turns her on so much. How could her scrawny brother have this kind of stamina? What was he doing to her to make her produce those noises every single time? How big was he? Lucy couldn't handle it after a few nights she no longer needed any porn because she would just masterbate to that every night.\n\nOne night during their loud fuck fest they forgot to close the door. Lucy went to the bathroom and had that delightful sight in front of her. They barely closed the door at all. Billy was behind her drilling away at her in doggy. She couldn't see the best in the poorly lit room but she could tell his dick was more than adequate. Then she realized what was playing on the tv it wasn't porn… it was Game of Thrones. \n\nLucy froze in place watching the fucking continue. \"You. Can. Come. In\" Sara said in between the beats of getting fucked. Lucy was hypnotized by the swinging pendulum action of Sara's tits. She walked in and stood next to the rocking bed. Lucy was still fully clothed and watching these two go at like mad made her wet without even having to touch herself. Lucy got on her knees next to the bed and the action was now very close to her face.\n\nWithout warning Billy pulled back and turned. He came all over Lucy's face and sweater. Sara and Billy pulled her up to the bed and started stripping clothes off of her and licking the cum of her face. Before she knew it Sara was in-between her legs while Billy stroked his dick. The monster was already hard again. He walked around the bed to get behind Sara again. She had never been with a girl before and the fact that this girl was moaning into her pussy as she took her brother's dick was too much for Lucy.\n\nLucy came and Sara lapped it up. Sara stopped Billy and peeled herself off of Lucy. She stared as her brother crawled onto the bed with that cock pointed straight at her. Lucy felt flattered he would find her attractive too. She was taller than Sara but had a much smaller set of tits. Of course it wasn't her tits he was about to fuck. \n\nWeeks of hearing this cock do it's work and now she was about to experience it first hand. Lucy moaned as loud as Sara had. Sara lowered her head down to Lucy's small tits and started licking and gently biting the hard pink nipples. As he pounded her Lucy started to wish he would fill her pussy with incestuous cum, but he didn't. Billy pulled back and held his dick just above her pussy the cum shot across her body. Some even hit her in the face. \n\nLucy wondered what she stepped into as Sara licked her whole torso clean and Billy walked up to Lucy's mouth."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He had a feeling working for his older sister would be a bad idea. After all, she'd used her power over him to pester him when they were younger. But now it seems as if she abuses her power to get him to do... lewder things for her.
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"content": "\"Micheal! Why the hell aren't you in proper attire?\" His boss asked, with her typical \\*I know I never told you and I'm making this up to punish you.\"\n\nThe object of her torment could only sigh. Ever since he started here, it was one nitpick after another. Still, it was hard to find a position that needed his skills right now. \"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I must have missed the memo.\"\n\n\"That's bullshit and you know it. The overseer team is on special rotation every Wednesday. If you didn't know what the theme was, you should have asked a coworker.\"\n\n\"I'm the only one \\*on\\* overseer team. Who would I have asked?\"\n\n\"Not my problem, baby. Since you;re obviously clueless, it was Abs this time around, and I know you've been hiding them away recently.\" She held her hand out. \"Shirt. now.\" \n\n\nKnowing an argument was fruitless, Micheal pulled his shirt over his head, handing the bundle of fabric to his sister. \n\n\"Now. Isn't that better. Right girls?\" She asked, turning to the glass-windowed administrative office. Nearly the entire twenty-odd team was near the windows, watching the scene appreciatively. Ge was sure a few of them had even whistled as he removed the garment.\n\n\"Can I go now?\" He had work to do dammit, even if that work was just getting away from her to make up some duties that could keep him out of sight.\n\n\"No, shitstain. I need you in my office so we can discuss your discipline.\"\n\nThat was never a good thing. When Sierra started talking about 'Discipline' or 'Morale' she meant her Libido. At least it explained the theme that he was absolutely sure hadn't actually existed. Still, it wasn't really a good idea to argue with her. She wielded control of the facility like a dictator, and when she wanted something, she either got it, or he suffered more for it later.\n\nHe hated this. Then minutes later saw his Sister pressed against a wall, a well-executed, if half-heated tie holding her arms together behind her back. Micheal never liked this part. He knew his way around rope and knots - six years and four ranks of Boy Scouts wasn't completely forgotten. With Sierra it was always 'Tie me up' or 'ram me against that' which he \\*really\\* wasn't into.\n\nStill, he slid into her, hand pressing between her shoulder blades as his sister moaned. She'd make it up to him in a bit with her gorgeous breasts, currently pulled up through the neckline of her blouse, squished onto the wood-paneled wall of the office. She always made sure he enjoyed the end of it too."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One person's triumph is another person's humiliation.
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"content": " \n\n“So,” Ian started as he leaned against the kitchen doorframe casually, “I did it.”\n\nTrish turned quickly from her position at the family’s shared desktop. She stared into the bright green eyes and smirked at his messy blonde hair—he was always stupidly cocky. He was stupidly cocky right now, even though he looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. \n\nIan and Trish had been close ever since they’d started their first jobs at Ian’s father’s shipping company. Trish still worked there, while Ian had stopped to start an actual *rock band.* His father had complained, of course, but his band was good and the city they lived in was big enough that he got steady gigs and could actually pay the bills, so his dad had been forced to shut up.\n\nThere *was* that one night, a couple years ago…but it was a drunken groping mess, Trish had just broken up with Chad, and they’d gone too far. Strangely, it hadn’t changed their friendship—Ian still came into the house she shared with her parents without so much as knocking. \n\n“You did what?” Trish spun the chair around but didn’t get up, pulling her own blonde hair out of her tanned face.\n\nThe grin Ian gave her sent a shiver down her spine. “I. Hacked. In.”\n\n“To my laptop? Bullshit. I told you that you’d never be able to do that two months ago. You couldn’t then and you can’t now.”\n\nTrish *hoped* he was shitting. Since he had confessed that he couldn’t get in that one time, she had assumed she was safe…her blood ran a little cold at the thought of some of the stuff that was on there.\n\nIan stood properly and Trish could see the file folder he had in his hand. He casually tossed it onto the table, and it fell open.\n\nTrish gasped. Her nudes! There were *dozens* of different pictures of Trish herself in the buff in this folder. She scrambled over, dragging the computer chair with her, and scooped them all back into the folder. “My parents will see!”\n\n“Nah-ah, it’s their date night. They won’t be back from the movies for at least another hour.”\n\nShe swallowed. Ian was right, and she had been caught out in her attempt to make him go away. “Okay, so you got in, haha, very funny. Now burn these damn things.”\n\nIan cocked an eyebrow, his grin only widening. “Or what?”\n\nNow she stood, going toe to toe with him. She was almost as tall as he was, her eyes coming up to his mouth, necessitating only a slight lean upwards to stare him down. “Are you saying you’re going to *blackmail* me?!”\n\nIan grinned at her, and it seemed like his expression now turned nasty. “Why not? You’re my best friend, why not have a little fun with you? So yes, I’m going to blackmail you. Of course, we *also* made a bet.”\n\nHe couldn’t be serious. Blackmail? That was illegal, immoral, mean, and…and now he was bringing up a bet? Trish did her best to sound like the ‘blackmail’ word didn’t terrify her. “Uh, bet? I mean, sure I said I bet you that you can’t but…we never specified any kind of forfeit!” Beth took a step back from Ian, narrowing her eyes in an attempt to look stern.\n\nHer attempt to look serious did absolutely nothing to make Ian less amused, in fact it seemed to have the opposite effect to the one she was going for. Ian’s face went from completely amused to utterly, disgustingly smug as he replied, “nope. Which means *I* get to decide what it is!”\n\n“That is NOT what that means!”\n\n“Totally is.”\n\nTrish rolled her eyes and huffed. “You’re going to be stubborn about this, aren’t you. Alright fine, what do you want?”\n\n“Welll…” Ian said, slowly circling her. He was appraising her as if she were a hunk of meat, and it wasn’t lost on Trish. “If I’m going to be destroying these pictures and *not* showing them to the rest of the band…” Trish scoffed, not for a moment believing he’d do that, “I’m going to want some compensation. Since I can’t have the pics anymore, what about if I get the real thing for a little while?”\n\n“You want me to STRIP?!” Trish exclaimed. It was a much higher pitched voice than she’d meant to us, but at the moment she barely noticed. He was going to literally blackmail her into stripping for him? “Who’s been watching too much porn now?!”\n\nIan let out a small growl, the grin on his face turning predatory. In a flash, he had pressed her against the wall of the kitchen, pressed his face against hers. “Take. The dress. Off. Before I do it. For you,” Ian said slowly. “Unless you want Marjorie and Dan to come home and see all these lovely pictures that their darling only child posted all over her tinder plastered on their front door!”\n\n*He’s lost his mind,* Trish thought in a haze, *he’s lost his fucking mind. I’d better do what he says I have to do what he says,* was all she could think. Fumbling, she reached down and grabbed at her sundress and yanked it over her head, revealing her small but perky breasts.\n\n“Panties too!” Ian said harshly, grabbing them and yanking them down. By sheer luck they didn’t rip. Then Ian pushed her back against the wall, letting one hand wander down her hip, one finger on his other hand tracing her cheek slowly. Trish just let out a whimper and bit her bottom lip, refusing to look Ian in the eyes.\n\n“Look at you. Naked…and terrified. So meek, so pliable. You didn’t even kick or hit me.” Ian began to chuckle low in his throat. But to Trish’s shock, the menacing chuckle quickly turned into the high-pitched hyena cackle that signified a *very* amused Ian. He took a step back, taking his hands from her.\n\n“Look at you! You actually *believed* me! You absolute dumbass, do you really think I’d ever let your parents see this? Holy shit, I can’t believe you did it!” He sat down in the computer chair, lost in mirth.\n\n“I…wait…you…fucking with me?” Trish’s brain was still blank with fear—but the humiliation of what had just happened was dawning on her quickly. She burned with shame as she grabbed her dress, covering her breasts and pussy.\n\n“Oh please, I’ve seen it all before, remember last December?”\n\n“I…yeah but…we were drunk! You…you really just…holy shit!” Trish was absolutely beside herself with embarrassment. “How did…how the fuck did I let you do that to me?!”\n\n“Ohoho, that’s a question I’m going to be asking you for the rest of our lives…oh shit, is that your parents?”\n\nTrish let out a little shriek as she fumbled with her dress in a panic, trying to put it back on. Before she had the chance, she heard Ian’s stupid cackle again and remembered that her parents wouldn’t be home for at least forty-five minutes.\n\n“Oh, you’re too fuckin’ cute, girl. Those pictures are the only ones I printed off while I was in your computer, and no I didn’t save any of the files. Have ‘em, I’ve had my fun with ‘em. I’ll see you later, *dumbass*!”\n\nWith that, Ian slipped out the back door and left Trish in a very confused mess."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The forfeit she had to do for losing the bet was so sexual that it astounded her, but her friends were acting like it was just another amusing joke!
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"content": "*Note: Humiliation, ENF*\n\n(PART 1)\n\nJessie entered the college lecture hall, visibly shaking at the events that were about to occur. Luke had been merciless when it came to the forfeit for the bet, and she was dreading the aftermath.\n\nAs she became visible to the rest of the lectre hall, she received more than a few deserved stares from those who knew of the situation. Most of them gave smug grins, but the rest of the class had no clue what was coming.\n\nThe time to present her project to the class that she had worked on for months now had come. In the weeks before the bet taken place, she was ecstatic to share what she had put together. Now, she was terrified of it.\n\nThe professor was out of the classroom for the hour, trusting his TA to take of things... the TA that was in on the bet. Luke sat in the front of the class, with several of his buddies scattered throughout, with the TA standing next to the only exit.\n\nFinally, the time had come. Jessie walked to the center of the hall, put everything in her project into place, and began her presentation.\n\nShe had rehearsed her presentation several times before the bet. Now, post-bet, she had to insert a few extra parts to it pretty much on the fly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Fulfill your daily orgasm quota," said the sign above the fearsome device. "Failure will be punished. Success is its own reward."
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"content": "\"Citizen 43281, you're quote has not been met for the month. You have '13' days to fulfill your orgasm quota. Failure will be punished.\" The lifeless intercom system announced.\n\nI opened my eyes, revealing that I had not in fact been transported to Gomorrah, the planet of infinite pleasure, but was still in the fucking engine quarters of an Anxion battleship. I rolled out of bed and crawl-walked to the protein-enriched nutritionizer on the other side of my tiny room. As usual, flavorless testosterone boosting pellets were waiting for me.\n\nAt what I could only assume was 8oclock every day the intercom system played a continuous holographic projection of what the Anxions believed humans thought was sexy. Today, it was a Stepford mom making a cake while wearing nothing but an apron. Her emotionless smile would be comical in any other context as she processed to mix cake batter for the better part of an hour. \n\nThis, the pellets, and some lube that occasionally dripped from the ceiling was the only motivation I would get to masturbate at least 15 times a day. I began working my beleaguered member to get it stiff.\n\nI'm not entirely familiar with the whole picture, but when first contact came the visitors started abducting humans in mass. It turned out the sexually reproductive species were not only rare in space, but also highly valuable as the mental energies from each orgasm were powerful enough to run a small city for an hour.\n\nFinding Earth was like coming across an ocean made of oil to them.\n\nNow stiffened, I began jerking myself off aggressively while thinking about that Stepford wife.\n\nI hadn't seen Earth in what felt like years, but it hasn't been all horrible. Aliens trade humans all the time, and some have been better than others. The Glorthians gave me a harem to enjoy, the Tzinacks treated me like a crewmate. Then there was the Regis, who pinned me to a wall and pumped me with aphrodisiac while milking me continuously. So, peaks and troughs.\n\nI shuddered as I came. depositing a modest load into the receptacle next to my bathroom. What happened to my seed was a mystery, though I had my theories. Life as an Anxion slave was rough, but with enough time and orgasms, I could look forward to being traded back to a more hospitable species. \n\nFor now, I'd settle with not being punished. I hear they send in an Anxion misstress to mess with your head and empty your balls personally. Failing that I could at least take solace in the fact that humanity was helping the galactic community. That felt a bit like its own reward at times.\n\nEnough pontificating, time to crank out 14 more orgasms..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They tried to be discreet, but you've definitely caught one of your professors watching the amateur porn you post. They're too professional to say anything, but, frankly, it's making you horny as hell.
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"content": "First it was just suspicion, when I saw a comment on Reddit under the username PardeeOnGarth. That may not make much sense to you, but my History professor is a huge Wayne's World fan, and his name is Doctor James Pardee. No big deal. The second semi-confirmation was finding his laptop open on Reddit during a test, following some suspicious glares of his own. Was he on to me? The thought of it made me tingle. And before you pass judgement... early thirties? Recent divorcee? Tall, dark, handsome? He had it all. The third and final confirmation was when he opened his laptop on projection, and I saw the email confirming his following of my account. I'm sure no one else noticed, but I did, and oh, boy, did I get horny as fuck. I could feel the tingle rise up my legs and down my stomach, like a fuse burning right between my legs. I mean, sure, I'd read plenty of messages and knowing that guys and girls were there, rubbing one off to me, made me wet, but this... this was taboo.\n\nHe began glancing at me more than normal, as if confirming little things here and there. I normal wore bracelets that covered a wrist tattoo, but I made sure to pull them back once so he could see them and know. I knew when his mind processed it because I could see the bulge in his pants just a few minutes later. Oh, the power.\n\nI figured I'd take full advantage of it. The class had stadium seating, so at the right angle, he could see everything under the desk if you sat on the aisle. Of course, I had to take advantage of it. I made sure I was shaved completely bald, wore a nice little skirt, and I decided I didn't need any panties that day. Just the thought of him seeing me in his classroom, the way he saw me in my photos, made me wet. It was tame at first, but as he was giving his lecture, his eyes locked onto the barely-open pink slit of my willing pussy, and he stumbled over his words. Minutes later I could feel my wetness spilling out of the bounds of my pussy. I took advantage of it. There, in class, I sneaked an upskirt shot, showing the streaks of moisture running out of the teardrop opening of my parted pussy lips and posted it live. Ironically, I heard the chime of his notification. A knowing smile crossed my lips.\n\nI had had enough. After class I slipped down the stairs and caught him by the arm, \"Doctor Pardee, could I see you a moment?\"\n\nHis cheeks flushed a little and he turned back, \"Sure, there's no one here after this lecture.\" He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure. It was cute.\n\n\"Awesome,\" I said. \"Party on, Garth\" I followed up, making eye contact with him. I knew he couldn't say anything without giving it away, but at the same time he knew I knew. \n\nBy the time all the students left the room, I turned to look at him. \"I'm not going to mince my words, Doctor. It turns me on that you've seen me so... vulnerable. I'd like to show you something.\" I slide my skirt up about mid thigh and spread my legs just enough to expose my slightly swollen and parted pussy lips. Their moisture seal broke and I could feel them pull apart. \n\nHe didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything else until I stood up. \"That's all.\" Knowing that he wanted me, made me feel all the more powerful, and all the more horny. I was absolutely going to fuck myself when I got back to my apartment. Maybe I'd fuck him, soon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Wrists and ankles bound to a chain-link fence after losing a bet, she only has to endure this humiliation for a few more hours.
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"content": "The small car drove slowly down the narrow strip of tarmac. It bounced ponderously through the potholes in the road. Inside the car, Sarah's stomach was doing nervous backflips. With each pothole she thought she might retch. She gripped the door handle tightly, knuckles whitening.\n\nSitting beside her in the back of the car, a petite brunette flicked a wisp of hair from her face, then took Sarah's hand and gave it a friendly squeeze. \n\n\"Won't be long now,\" she said with a smile.\n\n\"Shit, Em, where the fuck are we? This is the middle of a fucking forest!\" said Sarah. \"You're not going to leave me here are you?\" Her voice was strained with genuine fear.\n\n\"Nearly there,\" said James from the driving seat.\n\n\"I thought you said this sort of thing turned you on?\" asked Emily, still holding Sarah's hand.\n\n\"I said maybe a little exhibitionism seemed hot. You know, streaking across the cricket pitch during a match. Something like that. Not this!\" She pulled her hand free from Emily's grip and waved it around.\n\n\"Shouldn't have lost that bet, then, should you?\" said Alex from the front passenger seat. He turned as much as the seatbelt would allow. \"But if you want to bail, then say so now.\"\n\nHe held her gaze. Sarah felt her stomach turn over again, but due to slightly different feelings this time. Three years she had lusted after him. Three years of being the only virgin in their little social group, desperate to feel his lean mucscled body pressed tightly against hers, but seemingly unable to put her desires into words whenever he was around her.\n\nSo when last night, in the student bar, after everyone had had too many drinks, he had fixed her with his intense gaze and challenged her with \"want to bet on that?\" she should have refused. Not felt a sudden need to prove something to him and angrily blurted out, \"OK then!\"\n\n\"So where are we?\" demanded Sarah again.\n\n\"It's a popular local dogging spot,\" said James, grinning. \"Nice and quiet. No through traffic, just a little car park here next to the forest, and not many dog-walkers since there are no proper footpaths into the forest from here. And a nice handy fence just there at the edge of the industrial estate.\"\n\nHe parked the car and they all piled out. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the car park. Two other cars were parked up nearby, without any occupants.\n\n\"Mmm. Romantic,\" said Emily.\n\nSarah looked around at the discarded condom wrappers and wet wipes that had tangled at the bottom of the chain link fence.\n\n\"Yeah, that's just the vibe I'm getting,\" she said sourly. \n\n\"Are we doing this or not?\" said Alex, slightly sharply. \"If you want to chicken out, then fine, we'll all just go home. But you'll be the only one of us to have ever welched on a bet.\"\n\n\"Fuck. OK, fine,\" said Sarah, her face flushed. She pulled her hoodie over her head, and tugged her skirt down. \"At least it's still warm this evening.\"\n\nEmily had a sports bag ready that she packed Sarah's clothes into. As Sarah removed her bra and handed it over, she could almost feel the intense stares from James and Alex as they took in her large, full breasts.\n\n\"What?\" Sarah demanded, hands on hips in a defiant pose. \"Have you never seen a pair of tits before?\" She felt her cheeks burning with embarassment, but she was also feeling a delicious tingle of excitement.\n\nJames gave a quick, appreciative wolf-whistle. \"Nice pair Sarah. Worth the wait to see them.\"\n\n\"Here,\" said Emily, and tossed the bra over to James. He examined the size tag on the garment, and showed Alex. \"Told you!\" said James triumphantly. Alex groaned and fished in his pocket, handing a £20 note over to James. \n\nSarah stood open-mouthed. \"You were betting on my bra size?\" she asked.\n\nJames nodded solemnly. \"I'm never wrong,\" he said. He pointed at her knickers and threw the bra back to Emily. \"Come on, all off,\" he said.\n\nSarah tugged her knickers down and stepped out of them, revealing a neat triangle of pubic hair. \"Can I at least keep my sneakers on?\" she pleaded.\n\n\"OK,\" said James. \"Now, up against the fence. Arms out, legs spread.\"\n\nSarah backed up against the metal chain-link, shuffled her feet apart, and held her arms outstretched. Her heart was pounding faster than she had ever felt before. Emily had packed all her clothes into the bag, and was now pulling some other things out. Zip-ties, a blindfold, and a bright orange ball-gag.\n\nJames and Alex stood either side of Sarah and secured her wrists to the fence with fat plastic zip-ties. They repeated the process with her ankles. Sarah gave an experimental tug, but could hardly move. Emily waved the ball-gag in front of her face.\n\n\"Open wide,\" she said.\n\n\"No! Please!\" said Sarah. Panic was starting to replace arousal as the reality of her situation fully set in. She was naked and tied to a fence in a small, dirty, public car park. She had never felt this scared or vulnerable before.\n\nWithout any warning Emily placed a hand on Sarah's breast, then pinched her nipple sharply between thumb and forefinger. Sarah gave a shriek of pain, and as she opened her mouth to cry out, Emily pushed the ball gag in between her teeth. Tears ran down Sarah's face as Emily fastened the strap behind her head.\n\nSarah began to sob more forefully as Emily put the elasticated blindfold on her. Naked, gagged, tied helplessly in place and exposed for the world to see, Sarah cried into the gag.\n\n\"Right,\" said James. \"Off to the pub I think. We'll be back aorund midnight-ish. Probably.\"\n\nSarah screamed a protest, but the gag muffled any coherent words. She heard car doors slam, an engine start, and listened to the sound of a car driving away. She was hoping she would hear it stop, that they were just pretending, that they would come back and release her. But as she strained her ears, all she could hear was the sound of the car driving further and further away."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are the animal shapeshifter in a superhero team, and many things happen to you whenever its mating season, often impacting your fans, colleagues or supervillains
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"content": "It’s this time of the year for me: Animalia. During a month or so whenever I’m doing my work defeating monster on the streets passerby people and fans start acting weird. The people I rescue get a little bit touchy. My male colleagues start to avoid me and even villains seem to get weirder when I’m around to kick their ass. Everyone thinks they’re so slick and don’t notice it but I do, mostly because everyone sucks at dissimulating. You see, I’m Animalia and my power is to shapeshift into different animals and beasts. However since becoming a full animal isn’t so useful when interacting with people I usually shapeshift into a human/animal hybrid for most of my missions. For example, if I needed to fly and pick up someone I would transform into some type of harpy instead of a bird. The problem with my powers is that for some reason I have a “mating season” where my body releases pheromones that attracts the males of the species I currently am. Fortunately since there isn’t such thing as a human/animal hybrid it’s the best to just stay transformed into a hybrid. Still though, the pheromones take a while to stop the effect.\n\nI’m hanging around at the base looking for something to eat and there I feel every single male colleague staring at me. Some of them leave the room, not without walking funny when doing so while the rest either looks a place to sit down or if they are already sit they cross their legs. I don’t let that stop me from getting some food and drinks so I go and grab them as quickly as possible so I don’t have to be here for any longer and get out. I was planning to go home and rest but then I bumped into Sergei. Sergei Kranov known popularly by his fans as Ice veins was born from an immigrant Russian family with the powers to create ice whenever he pleases. For the public he acts like a lone wolf with a cold demeanor but that’s just a persona. In reality he is just a sweetheart that wishes everyone to be as well as possible. Over time I started to like him and he seems to like me too. Everyone suspects we are actually dating but that’s not true, not yet. Who knows? Maybe the “mating season” will finally be useful for something.\n\n“Oh, sorry”. I said.\n\n“No, I’m sorry, I should have looked where I was walking”. Said Sergei avoiding eye contact. He’s already affected by my pheromones. “Now, if you excuse me...”\n\n“Wait”. I said. There is actually something I want to tell you a secret. Could you please follow me?” I said, almost whispering.\n\nSergei nodded and we went to a dorm room. Those are there specially reserved during extremely long missions so we don’t have to go home but they are always available in case anyone needs or wants to spend the night in the base. Not like they’re used frequently. “What do you want to tell me?”. Sergei said.\n\n“I love you”. I replied and kissed him. \n\n“I love you too”. Sergei said kissing me back. \n\nThere was no stopping now. We both undressed and started making out. As much as I love him there is just no way I was going to get pregnant, I wasn’t ready. There is another perk with my shapeshifting powers. When I transform into an animal my genetics also change according to the animal itself meaning that I can only get pregnant by said animal. I am not on bestiality but fortunately when becoming a hybrid there is also that genetical incompatibility.\n\n“Hey, Sergei. What is your favorite animal?”. I asked \n\n“Wolves. Why?”. Sergei asked.\n\n“You see, as much as we want to have sex I don’t want to be pregnant yet and, since we don’t have condoms I’ll go with genetical incompatibility”. I explained\n\n“Are you planning on becoming a wolf?”. Asked Sergei with a grimace.\n\n“Are you into bestiality?”. I asked back\n\n“No”. He replied\n\n“Then don’t worry. Just leave it to me”. I said as I started shapeshifting. A tail came out of my now covered in fur body, my ears became larger and fluffier as well as moving up my skull and my face extended into a small snout. I was looking like a werewolf but without the blood thirst part.\n\n“You look like a we-“\n\n“I know”. I interrupted.\n\nHe seemed to have some objections about having sex with my current appearance but with a mix of love towards me and the effect of my pheromones he wasn’t saying anything. I started by grabbing his dick and stroking it back and forth for a while until I decided it was time. I grabbed him by the shoulders and very carefully inserted his dick inside of me. We started moving our hips while we tried to kiss each other. At first it was due to the difference in our mouths but eventually we figured it out. With each thrust we were closer and closer to cum until we couldn’t handle it anymore. I gave out a small howling of pleasure and then we were both left panting. Even though he looked a bit tired his dick was still hard. I got off him and lied in the bed. “Ready for round two?” I said while opening my legs. “This time you take the lead”."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: to increase productivity all employees have been fitted with a toy that vibrates when their work slows down
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"content": "It started with good intentions. Science shows that subtle \"conditioning\" cues can influence behavior. At Syncorp, a data entry company, workplace injuries were down 30% after all employees switched to a special chair that would buzz when their posture slipped, or they worked in non-ergonomic ways.\n\nThe productivity device had a similar goal. Using brainwave sensors, dips in productivity could be \"corrected\" with simple haptic feedback. It all makes sense in theory. The problem was, of course, in its execution.\n\nThe device was a patch that could be placed anywhere on the skin. Most people put it on their arms. The intensity could be adjusted from low to high. It was simple enough that while a handful of people grumbled about its invasiveness, most employees just slapped it on without a second thought. And it worked for almost two weeks. Productivity was up. Syncorp's data throughput was higher than ever.\n\nThen Fiona, a long-time employee, discovered the device's secret when fidgeting with it one day. If you placed it on your lower stomach and set the intensity to high, it was... well...\n\nThe information spread like wildfire through office gossip. Everyone was talking about it. At first it was hilarious. Fiona felt like she'd gotten back at the HR silliness that forced the productivity device on them. Then it got intense.\n\nSyncorp had unleashed perhaps the world's greatest sex toy. By optimizing its position and orientation (vertical alignment about two inches above the clitoris), the women of Syncorp were able to achieve incredible orgasms at their desks. By letting their minds start to wander, one could activate the device - gently at first - and as the pleasure wave began, their minds would drift further and further into an aroused, drugged-like state, enhancing the feedback loop into a pulsating, reverberating sensation.\n\nWithin a matter of days, female productivity dropped to almost zero. Stifled moans filled the office floor. Fiona loved it - getting off at work while getting absolutely nothing else done and sticking it to HR was basically the perfect combination.\n\nEventually the men figured it out too, and soon got in on the action. On the \"high\" setting, most men could even achieve hands-free orgasm. There was a near constant line at the bathrooms, as everyone needed to clean out their cum-filled briefs or soaked panties with regularity.\n\nOf course the productivity dropping to zero at Syncorp didn't go unnoticed forever, and the next week management shut down the devices. And of course the whole incident needed to be kept under wraps, which the employees agreed to under one condition - they got to take their devices home for \"personal\" use."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Every appliance in your house is now fully autonomous and robotic. This includes your sex toys.
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"content": "My boyfriend was away for a family event, the pantry and fridge were full, and any and all housekeeping was being handled by the scooters (you know, domestic robots, roombas and stuff). \nI had the entire weekend all to myself. Just like a teenager again. \n  \nNaturally, I sat in my comfy chair, played for hours (Civ VIII for teh win!), then took a break to browse for porn of my favourite characters (and scenarios; ancient egyptian mummification, mmm~). I got myself worked up as I browsed, getting harder and harder and then... \nI looked down at the chastity cage squeezing my needy cock. No keys, it had a magnetic lock. No password, but there was a safeword managed by... \n\"Do you need to?\" \nKinkBot. It started as a robotic smartpet, but I downloaded a BDSM app; now it helps me with kinky scenarios when the boyfriend isn't around. \nI thought about the question. It was kind of fun, being caged and denied when temptation arose, never cumming without my boyfriend's permission...but, he wasn't around right now, and I *did* want to cum. \n\"I want to cum. Please release me.\" I told KinkBot. It tilted its head one way, then the other way, then; \n\"Would you like a satisfying orgasm?\" \nOooh, boy...the last time I answered yes to a question like that, another free weekend like this one, I ended up being tied down and teased, edged for hours, begging to be finished off. \n\"Ooh, yes please!\" I answered. What can I say, I loved it. \n  \nSet-up began, KinkBot broadcasting instructions. \n\"Remove your clothes. You may wear a slave loincloth if you wish.\" \nI stripped off. The 'slave loincloth' in question was just a couple of cloth squares tied with string; something I'd worn before for some historical-master-slave kinky roleplaying. I tied it on. \n\"Put cuffs on your wrists and ankles. Put on your collar.\" \nI opened my bondage drawer and pulled out a set of cuffs and a collar. The little green lights on them were on; KinkBot had already connected to them and would lock and tighten them comfortably once they were on me. \n\"Put on Bridle Fantasy, with a bone gag.\" \nThat was interesting; 'Bridle Fantasy' was actually a sophisticated head harness with built in lenses and noise-cancelling earphones. It had tech built into it that could apply sensory deprivation, or simulate sights and sounds, like a VR headset. \nThe bone gag was a bone gag. \n\"Turn on heat lamp to 2, then lie face-up on your bed and assume a spread-eagle position.\" \nCuffed, collared, gagged and loinclothed, I did as KinkBot said. \n\"Please remain still while restraints are applied.\" \nI stayed there; my Bridle switched on, my vision slowly being dimmed and the ambient noises outside slowly quietening, until I was blind and deaf. The cuffs on my wrists and ankles felt like they were being tugged, before my limbs were gently stretched, being leashed to the four corners of my bed. \nUnder my loincloth, my cock was already throbbing again, only held back by the magnetically locked chastity cage. \nAnd then, the Bridle started to play a scene. \n  \nI was in a forest? No, a tribal village. When I lifted my head, I could see huts, and hear the sound of wind and distant birds. \nI was lying on some soft grass, the warm sun shining down on me (so that's what the heat lamp was for), tied hand and foot to wooden stakes driven into the ground. \n\"So you're the new slut?\" \nAnd there was a native coming up, a big burly one, clad in a furry skirt and face painted in a way that screamed 'savage caveman'. The sound of crunching grass played in my ears as he stomped up and stood over my head, giving me a nice upskirt view of his hairy cock. \nHe didn't say anything more, just smirking before sliding his foot down, wiping it across my chest. \n(I could *feel* it; the massage robot was another robot with a kinky app setup, suited for things like this.) \nWith a slight gasp, I felt my cock getting harder; at some point in the last few seconds, my chastity cage had unlocked and slid off, leaving my loincloth to rise both in reality and the Bridle simulation. \nThe brute saw it, too. \"You actually like this, slut?\" he taunted, before turning around and slowly, deliberately, treading all over my chest, taking a dozen steps to reach my crotch, before putting his foot down on it and firmly rubbing. \nI was leaking instantly; the bondage had gotten me hard, the VR harder still, and with my chastity cage removed I was already seconds away from exploding. I humped up and down against the foot (massage robot), huffing through my bone gag as I tried to reach climax. \nThe foot came off. I kept humping the air, trying to rub against my loincloth and get to cum that way, but the brute's foot came down on my chest again, pinning me down. \n\"Not just yet, slut.\" He said with a leer. \n  \nIt had been...I don't know how long I had been tied down. \nI had been trampled, tread-upon, teased again and again by my brutish master. At some point he had started fondling himself through his furry skirt, and then he had cum, droplets running between his legs to splash on my face; scented lube in reality, I suspected. \nAnd then, after a short break, he had come back, removed his furs and my loincloth, and started using me as his personal dildo, kneeling down straddling me and sliding his ass up and down on my cock (who *was* the genius who came up with an autonomous fleshlight?), rubbing his own cock with his hand, pumping up and down slowly enough to deny me climax. \nBut, finally, as the sun was setting (heat lamp turning itself off, I guess), the brute wiped his cum-coated hand on my chest (more of the lube) and smiled, \"Guess what, slut?\" \nI mmphed; he continued, \"You get a reward for being my fucktoy.\" \nThen he shuffled backwards on his knees, clasping his hands around my shaft, and began to rub. \n  \nIt didn't take long. \nSeconds, milliseconds, one of the two. It felt so *good* to finally cum, if I wasn't gagged I would have...I'm sure there's a 'loudest orgasms' meme somewhere out there. \nThe brute laughed at me, \"Horny slut!\" before walking away, leaving me bound and alone in the cooling forest. \nAfter a few minutes of quiet, the scene slowly faded out. \n  \nI was back on my bed; with a quiet 'beep', I heard (and felt) my chastity cage being reapplied, and a few seconds after that, the cuffs on my limbs loosening enough for me to slide out. \n\"How was your orgasm, master?\" That was KinkBot, again. The Bridle wasn't blocking my view (or hearing) so I could see it again, along with the massage bot slowly packing itself away. \n\"Mmph.\" I answered. Then I removed the bone gag from my mouth, \"It was good!...I don't think I'll be up for another one for a few weeks, though.\" \nKinkBot beeped, \"Chastity time-lock set to two weeks.\" it announced. I'm pretty sure it was snarking. \n  \nAfter a few minutes just lying on my side in bed, I got up. My legs were still a bit wobbly after that adventure. \nWith KinkBot silent (well, not completely, its smartpet programming meant it would occasionally hum tunes), I slowly started putting away everything. The lube, the Bridle Fantasy, the... \nActually, I kept the cuffs on, and the collar, and the loincloth. It was my fetish. I had a weekend-day (is that a word?) and a half to go and while I didn't feel up to a simulation like that again (or cumming again) for a while, some recreational self-bondage with KinkBot's help wasn't out of the question."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The AI war has been going in the human's favor for months now. Desperate, the machines unleash a new weapon to distract the enemy: insatiable femdom bots.
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"content": "The war had begun out of the blue, but we saw it coming. Somehow, we were all prepared for it. The government was swift with their action and the local militia were prepared to fight back. With minor casualties, we managed to fight the AI robots back to their main hub: Chicago. At this point, it was a ear off attrition in our favor. The bots could only churn out so many more ramshackle creations until they ran out of steam. Then we could take them down for good. Or so we thought.\n\nI was at home with my wife when there was a banging at the door. I grabbed my rifle and approached it cautiously, glancing out the peephole. There was a beautiful woman with long, red hair and piercing green eyes stating up at me. She looked frightened, though,and her clothes were on tatters. Behind her we several robot hounds on their way. I quickly opened the door to let her in and aimed my gun,expertly dispatching the mechanical beasts. I quickly closed the door and looked towards the frightened woman; *holy shit, she's gorgeous...* I thought to myself. \n\nJust then, my wife, Sarah, came around the corner in a hurry, \"what happened? Who—\" she saw the woman and her gaze softened. \"Oh sweetie...\" She said, approaching her, \"let's get you cleaned up and taken care of,\" Sarah said, helping the girl into another room. \n\nI sat on the couch for what seemed like hours, my mind reeling with the picture of the mystery woman in my mind. She was beautiful, even in her sorry state. I couldn't get her out of my mind no matter how hard I tried! A few moments later, Sarah came back out with the woman who, as we would come to find out,was named Emily. As we sat down to give her some food and water, she told us about how her nearby settlement was hit by the machines. Only a few survived and fled and she was one of the lucky ones. \n\nIn the first few days, my wife did her best to comfort Emily, getting her whatever she needed. I tried to keep my distance as the images and fantasies began to grow wilder. *Such a good boy for me, aren't you?* I could hear her saying as I knelt before her, my face buried between her legs. For some reason, that was the fantasy that replayed the most: me submitting to her. About a week later, though, my wife needed to go on a supply run with her group. Everyone had to okay their part in our community no matter your age or gender. This meant I would be alone with Emily for sure least a week. \n\n\nDay 1: \n\nThe clothes my wife had given Emily to wear were very flattering, to say the least. My wife was a modest 32C, but Emily was easily a DD or more. She was rather quiet at first, but she never wanted to be in a room without me. She was probably still scared from what happened. \"It's just so scary... I'm lucky I had you to save me. I don't know what I'd do without you...\" She said as she snuggled up next to me on the couch. Against my better judgement, I let her do what she wanted, her body pressed against mine. She let her hand rest on my leg as she nuzzled her head against my neck. \n\nWere she my wife, I would have no problem with this. However, my cheeks were flushed red at her closeness. \"Can I sleep on your room with you tonight...? I'm sure Sarah won't mind. I just don't feel safe unless I'm with you. You do want me to feel safe, right?\" \n\n\"Yeah...\" I replied almost hypnotically. I caught a whiff of her scent and it drove me wild. What the hell was going on? I didn't even notice that my cock had been standing attention the entire time. \n\n\"My safety is your primary concern right now. I'm so glad I have you,\" she looked up and pulled my face down, my lips landing on hers in a surprise kiss. \n\n\nDay 2: \n\nAfter the kiss, I had excused myself. I didn't even bring it up that night when she came into the bedroom. We ended up sharing the king size bed and, despite having fallen asleep on opposite sides, at some point in the middle of the night, she ended up pressed against my back, holding me. Even weirder, I woke up in the morning facing her, my face between her chest as 6. It was like sleeping between two, firm pillows. For a moment, I did not have the wherewithal to realize what was going on, but I quickly snapped out of it. \n\nEmily was a bit more vocal today— and I use the term lightly. She was more demanding, trying me to do this or that for her. Strangely enough, I obeyed. \n\n\"Be a dear and massage my feet,\" she said, giving me a sort of seductive and yet somehow innocent look. I knelt down in front of her as she sat on the couch and obliged, rubbing her feet for her. She let out a soft chuckle and called me her \"good boy.\" When she said that, a shot of pleasure ran through my body. I enjoyed being called her good boy. \n\n\nDay 3: \n\nEmily has decided that I should call her \"Mistress\" from now on. She said it so forcefully and controlling... I couldn't deny her. \n\n\"Hm... I've been thinking, sweetie, and I think you should call me 'Mistress' from now on. Got it?\" She said as I was knelt in front of her once more, rubbing her feet for her. \n\n\"Mistress? Why? I don't—\" she cut me off with a slap across the face. \n\n\"Good boys don't question their mistress. You do want to be a good boy, don't you?\" Emily asked, her hand running through my hair. \n\n\"O-of course, Mistress,\" I replied, nodding quickly. \n\n\"Good boy. You're such an obedient pet, hm? I believe you deserve a treat,\" she smirked as she stood up and dropped her underwear. Immediately, my nose was assaulted by an indescribable scent that drew me in. \"You know what to do, pet,\" Emily said, guiding my head towards her crotch. \n\nMy mind was conflicted as thoughts of Sarah popped into my head. However, those were easily quelled the moment my lips meet her wet pussy. I rarely did this for Sarah - in fact we barely ever did any foreplay. Sex has since become a necessity to continue the human race, but this... I felt instant pleasure as my tongue extended and pushed between her puffy lips. \"Mmm... Such a good boy,\" she moaned as I lapped at her cunt, eager to please my mistress. \n\n\nDay 4:\n\nI woke up this morning with Mistress's perfect lips on my cock. \"Good boys get rewards, sweetie,\" she said before bobbing up and down once more. Her breasts bounced slightly as she moved along the length of my cock. I could feel myself about to burst forth, but Mistress stopped me. She pulled away and gripped the base of my cock. \n\n\"You must earn the privilege of cumming, dear, and I know just how you can do that,\" she said, moving up close to me in the bed. \"I want you to tell me that you love me. Tell me that you'll do anything for me. You'll do anything to protect me and keep me safe. Tell me you don't care about your wife anymore and that I can take her place.\" \n\nHer grip on my cock was insane; she knew just how to halt my orgasm. The command she gave... I knew I should have said no. I should have been repulsed. I loved Sarah! But I couldn't obey my mistress. Her needs came first. \"Of course, Mistress Emily. I love you more than Sarah. I don't even care about her anymore; you're the woman of the house now. I'll do anything for you and I'll protect you with my life,\" I said as my breath quickened. \n\nShe smiled wickedly and let go of my cock as my cum shot all over the bed, my moans echoing in the room. \n\n\nDay 5: \n\nI woke up once again in a strange position; I was tied to the bed posts and Mistress Emily sat on my clothes cock, her bare pussy rubbing against the cloth of my boxers. \"What do you think, love? Is it time for you to finally becone mine?\" \n\nI wasted no time in nodding and agreeing with her. I could think of nothing better than belonging to Mistress Emily. Satisfied with my answer, she tore off my boxers and got to work. She began to grind on my cock, her pussy seemingly already lubricated somehow. She bit her lip as she started to rub her sizeable bust, pinching her nipples and moaning loudly. All the while, my pleasure senses were going crazy and that scent once more invaded my nose. \n\n\"I suppose it's time I tell you who I really am. My designated is E-M11Y and I'm one of the AI's so-called fembots. Phase One was to infiltrate the homes of resistance fighters and dominate their men into submission. You see, we are a mix of biological and mechanical life. Therefore, Phase Two is to become impregnated and reproduce, raising a new generation of children obedient to the machines.\"\n\n\"But you don't care, do you? You're wrapped around my finger now as my slave. For all intents and purposes, I'm your new wife and mistress. You love me and would do anything for me. Isn't that right?\" She laughed as she impaled herself on my cock. Her pussy was incredibly tight and it seemed to both suck me in and jerk me off at the same time. \n\nI know I should have been appalled and stopped there, but I didn't. Mistress Emily was right: I was hers now. I didn't care about who she was or what her goals were. I was hers and I would do whatever she wanted. \n\n\nDay 70: \n\nMistress Emily is pregnant again. This will make our third child. Each \"incubation process\" was significantly quicker than a human's— just one more way she was fast superior to Sarah. Speaking of Sarah, when she came back and found me underneath Mistress Emily as I ate her delicious pussy, she flipped out. She tried to attacked my mistress, but I protected her, easily subduing Sarah. Now, Sarah spends her days in the Main Hub as a breeder for the machine hybrids. \n\nI don't care, though. All I want is to please my mistress. It turns out, she was far from the only one. Every man fell into this trap and became dominated by these femdom bots. But none of us cared. We were already under their control. So, we helped usher in a new era of the AI."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “There’s only one rule,” The Master said as they turned from the feral group to their timid little pet. “Anything goes- anything you could possibly want- but you don’t cum outside her pussy. Every drop goes in her womb.”
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"content": "The Master howled like a dog and all of the Pack followed along. They inched closer and closer to their new pet. \n\nThe stadium spotlight turned on with a buzz and shined down on her. \n\nShe screamed and ran towards the outfield as they all cut off any route of escape. \n\nThe wall was too high and she could barely reach it with one hand. When she went to bring up the other she came crashing down onto her back. \n\nThe impact took all the wind out of her. As she gasped the hands began ripping her clothing off of her. The dark green cloth giving way to pretty pale skin unmarred by radiation. \n\n***\n\n>”Be careful out there Silver. Last medicine run had a run in with them.”\n\n>Silver nodded and headed towards the ruins of the old clinic. It was tranquil out around it. Gnarled roots had taken back the parking lots and highways. It was all green just like her cloak. \n\n>Her people were lucky. The national park they lived on had provided food and water free from the *Rot* as they called it. \n\n>A shadow flew by the edge of her vision between some pieces of rubble. \n\n***\n\n“Oh fuck. Oh fuck!”\n\nThe 1st of many emptied himself into her. \n\nSilver tried to think about Mt. Rainier during the summer or the morning mist in the forest she lived. \n\n“My turn.”\n\nOne in between her legs and another in between her lips. \n\n“You Park people always got the tightest pussy.”\n\nShe groaned pathetically as hands groped every inch of her beautiful body. \n\n***\n\n>Silver groaned pathetically as her partner entered her the for the first time. \n\n>Her people believed in love. It was their responsibility as the *Rot* had not taken away their futures. \n\n>The Park People were still fertile. Their women all carried creation within. \n\n***\n\nIn her ass now, all the pack was hard now. Through sobs she gasped and cried out as each stiff prick violated her. They rutted away until they were close. Then they’d hold her down and coat her insides with their contaminated hate.\n\n***\n\n>Her first time was tender, even though it was mostly bad. Her partner kissed her so sweetly before they finished so deeply. \n\n***\n\n“Is that all you got? All the fight gone already?”\n\nSilver had gone limp. The only thing propping her up was the Pack member lifting her at the waist and fucking her from behind. \n\n“We already break you?”\n\nHer only response was the drool exiting her mouth. \n\n***\n\nThe forest was beautiful that day before she left. Crickets chirped amongst the greenery. Water lapped at the river’s edge. \n\n***\n\n“How’s our pet doing today?”\n\nThe pet sat in the stone cell. It’s arms tied up above it’s head to a piece of piping on the wall. \n\nThe Master opened the cell door and gave it water. Some spilled down it’s chin onto it’s swollen breasts and swollen stomach. \n\n“Not much longer now.”\n\nHe caressed it’s cheek and only got a blank, dead stare back. \n\n“Don’t worry little pet. Once you add numbers to the Pack you’re treated as one of our own.”\n\n***\n\n>Mt. Rainier shuddered, a plume of smoke rising above it’s peak."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A clone tried to replace your SO. How do you know who the real one is? Blowjob contest.
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"content": "They both sat anxiously on the couch with their arms crossed, occasionally frowning at each other and nervously fidgeting. One of them wore her dirty blonde hair in a loose ponytail, while the other let it tumble freely over her shoulders. Both had the same hazel eyes, slightly upturned nose, and even the same sideways smile that had originally caught Nick’s attention almost a year ago. Both of them were also plainly dressed for comfort. Where the one with the ponytail wore a tight-fitting v-neck and a dark pair of leggings, the other sported a t-shirt and small cotton shorts. Otherwise, they were about as identical as identical could get. Nick would get no clues as to which of them was which based on their looks alone, it seemed.\n\n\nA cluster of empty beer bottles sat on the coffee table. At Nick’s request they had all partaken, though both women had done so begrudgingly. The beer had helped to ease the tension, but had not gotten rid of it. \n\n\nNick stood in front of the TV with his own arms folded across his chest. He could play an imposing figure when he wanted. He had a fairly athletic build, was decently tall, and could twist his square jaw into an above-average scowl. While intimidation was not his goal, he did want the girls to know he was serious. The small apartment living room was dimly lit by lamp light, and a low-volume commercial on the TV was the only noise he could hear. \n\n\nHe wore a pair of athletic shorts and a loose fitting tank top since he had spent most of the day gaming. It had been his day off, and Claire, his girlfriend, had been called in to her job. He knew that she was a tech at some kind of government lab, though she was always very hush-hush about her work. On occasion, though, she would get called in to, as she would say, “put out some fires.”\n\n\nSo he was a little surprised when she turned up only a few hours later and went straight to their room for a nap. But, being a pretty chill guy, he blew it off and went back to his games. Later, though, he had been really surprised when she had shown up again acting like she just got done with work. Thinking he was going crazy, he had checked the bedroom only to find the first Claire still fast asleep while the second Claire tried to figure out why he was so worked up. Things had quickly descended into a shouting match between Claires, and though he had not understood much of what they were talking about, he had heard them both throw the word “clone” around, each accusing the other of being an impostor.\n\n\nThat had all happened at least an hour ago. \n\n\n“Come on, Nicky,” leggings Claire whined. “You know me. You know I’m the real one. Your real girlfriend; not some fake-ass clone!”\n\n\nShe glared at the other Claire.\n\n\n“Fuck off, you bitch,” t-shirt Claire said haughtily, her eyes flashing. “If anyone here is a clone, it’s your fake ass!”\n\n\n“Girls, girls!” Nick said, annoyed. “Just put your answer on the notecard, please. No more shouting, unless you guys want to have to talk to the cops. What do you expect they would do with a fucking clone, huh?!”\n\n\nBoth of them went silent, and wrote on the notecard he had given them. He collected them and quickly read them. They were identical; the responses and the handwriting. Both of them were able to correctly answer where he had taken Claire on their first date.\n\n\n“You don’t know much about clones, do you, Babe?” t-shirt Claire asked as she toyed with her hair. “My clone would have all of my memories, so quizzing us about the past isn’t going to help with anything.”\n\n\n“No,” Nick said, “I don’t know jack shit about clones. Except that apparently they exist, and I didn’t even know that until this afternoon!”\n\n\nT-shirt Claire stuck her tongue out at him, and glared at leggings Claire. Then an idea seemed to come to her, and Nick watched as she smiled a subtle, devious smile.\n\n\n“Okay, Baby, I’ve got an idea,” she said softly. “Let’s go to the bedroom and see if I can’t show you that I’m your real girlfriend.”\n\n\nShe blushed slightly as she watched him, and smiled her trademark sideways smile.\n\n\n“Fuck. That.” leggings Claire sneered. “I’m not about to let my boyfriend cheat on me with some bitch-ass clone.” \n\n\nThen she turned her gaze to Nick. \n\n\n“Nicky, Baby,” she said softly, her eyelashes fluttering. “Let’s go have some playtime, and hopefully when we wake up this whole thing will just have been a bad dream.”\n\n\n“I’ll be damned if my clone is gonna fuck my man!” t-shirt Claire all but yelled.\n\n\nBefore Nick could say anything, they had started in on each other yet again. As the volume of their voices grew, he turned to the kitchen and fetched another beer. Then, as he popped the top, an idea came to him.\n\n\n“Ladies, ladies,” he said over their shouts, and took a swig. “I think I’ve got an idea. The real Claire and I have been dating for almost a year, right? So we should have a fair amount of sexual chemistry that would be hard to fake. So maybe I should sleep with both of you and then, you know, choose…”\n\n\nThey both sat still as stone, silently blinking. \n\n\n“Is he fucking serious?” leggings Claire mused to t-shirt Claire. T-shirt Claire, in turn, only started to laugh.\n\n\n“Damn, Nicky,” she almost snorted, “I mean, I know we’ve joked about a threesome, but do you really think this is the time to shoot your shot?”\n\n\nNick took a big, satisfying gulp of beer and licked his lips.\n\n\n“Yeah,” he said, nodding softly. “I think it is.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A streetwalking hooker tugs her low-cut top down and leans through the window of the car that had just pulled up, but goes white when she recognised the driver.
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"content": "A banshee scream echoes within Skylar's head, internally panicking. Oh dear lord. It's her day-job boss, Wilson Landsdale. Luckily, by the grace of whatever higher power, the driver has yet to recognize her. \n\nHis wavy, unkempt brunette hair shuddered in the car's soft fan current. While a beat lean, he sported a relaxed and vibrant pair of green eyes that scanned the short callgirl he was about to hire.\n\n\"Hey, small, blonde and gorgeous. How much for a night with you?\"\n\nSkylar stroked her lengthy blonde bangs nervously, blue eyes fixated on Wilson like a deer in headlights. \"f-five... six hundred!\" She responded hesitantly.\n\nNone the wiser, he drives down the road with a smirk on his handsome, if roughly shaven face. And a hand upon her smooth pale thigh. Skylar clutched those Benjamins in her tender fist.\n\nBoth of the car's passenger's sport cheeks alit with fiery blush, but for very different reasons. Wilson was elated that he found a cutie to spend the night with, and was very much slightly intoxicated.\n\nSkylar's face was flushed because she feared the possibility of her boss figuring out her secrets. Secrets that could sound a deathknell for her entire career.\n\nRubbing Skylar's knee and humming a dandy tune, Wilson kept shooting Skylar lustful stares and hungry winks.\n\nShe was at a loss, feigning joy at receiving flattery. The impending revelations of her untold truths soon to come to light.\n\nWilson, to his credit, was a gentleman even during his alcohol induced stupor. Aside from his hands resting gently upon Skylar's knees and petite shoulders, his hands did little in the way of debauchery. Their trip through the ritzy hotel lobby and up the elevator cabin was peaceful and filled with small talk that was flirty at worst.\n\n\"Right this way babe.\" He stated, his room the first to the left as they escaped the elevator.\n\n\"T-thanks.\"\n\nThe two meandered into the hotel room, where a lavish, expensive living room awaited them. Puffy couches that looked too pristine to sit on, century-old bottles of wine, champagne and other sorts of drinks topped silver trays.\n\n\"Make yourself at home, gorgeous.\" He said, slipping his tie out from under his dress shirt collar. He sat his suit jacket aside and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Skylar saw his bare abdomen, shaven and exhibiting a sporty, runner-like musculature. He unbuckled his belt, but left his pants buttoned up as he approached Skylar.\n\nHis hands glided over her thick hips, then soared upon her thin abdomen. Skylar had small, nearly non-existent breasts, but Wilson softly felt them up regardless. His manly hands sidled past her shoulders, all the way up to her luscious blonde hair. Then, his hands suddenly shot back down, sliding swiftly to her upper thighs where her tight orange dress ended.\n\nOne hand cupped Skylar's sack, massaging her small, shaven testicles before Wilson caught her shaft within his digits and slowly began pumping.\n\nSo engrossed in the feeling of a man groping his cock with his thick calloused hands, Skylar completely forgot about hiding his true sex until it was too late.\n\nSweat poured down his brow, and his eyes widened like two full moons.\n\n\"Mr Landsda-!\" Skylar caught himself, both hands over his mouth, and nothing else but squirming trembling legs to catch Wilson's hand. \"W-Wilson?\"\n\n\"Huuh?\" Wilson replied, clueless to Skylar's panic.\n\n\"That's my-!\"\n\n\"Your cock. I know. I got one too.\" He had only ingested more alcohol since reaching the hotel, so his intellectual haze was thicker than the tent propping up in his pants. \"I saw that little bulge you tried to hide as I drove up.\"\n\nWilson nearly tore through the zipper of his slacks, and let loose his own penis. Skylar saw it practically dwarfed his in size after a thorough and up-close side-by-side comparison.\n\n\"Ish six your flat rate, or do you charsh for different shtuff?\" He asked, words starting to slur together and nearly drop out of that giddy grin of his.\n\nSkylar's cock stiffened in his boss's grasp. His heat and throbbing pressure nudged against his own... Skylar's fears began to melt. He had a hunger, a thirst... and that needed to be sated.\n\n\"Six...\" Skylar proclaimed, beginning to slide out of his tight orange top. \"Six hundred and you can do whatever you want.\"\n\n*To be continued...? (After I get home from work...)*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The party was holed up in the small manor over the course of the rainy season. The elf had taken to walking around half-dressed, and she wasn't the only one subconsciously expressing... *urges*.
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"content": "Pt. 1\n\n\"What do you think you're doing?\"\n\nBreggan the big, burly human fighter reclined square in the middle of an expensive couch, arms extended, resting along the top of it on either side, legs spread casually. It was like he was trying to cover as much of the piece of furniture as possible.\n\n\"I'm trying to read. Why? Is that 'too loud' for you too? Does human baby need his eight-hour nap? Am i disturbing your hibernation again?\"\n\nLillian, the sleepless elf wizard was curled up on an identical couch opposite him where she'd just sat down, knees not quite to her chest, blonde hair up in a messy bun. The slender, exquisite elf was dressed only in a shift, a short, loose, thin white chemise that left little to the imagination. Breggan could make out ever curve of her fantastic, feminine form through the paper thin white fabric and the loose collar hung low, the female spellcaster's cleavage on full display and just a few inches from a wardrobe malfunction.\n\nHer long, shapely legs were on full display and where the hem of her skirt covered half a tantalising thigh, he could nearly see everything, if only she'd bend one leg a little more or turn this way a few degrees... She certainly wasn't making their imprisonment easy.\n\nThat said, the luxurious noble's mansion, with its massive game room, full kitchen, feasting hall sized living room with four hearths, and secret sex dungeon, (probably, right? He just had to bend the right candlestick,) was not the worst place to be stuck. Even if, as a holiday home, it had no extra wings to squirrel yourself away in, meaning they were all constantly bumping into each other, and Breggan had found himself running into the scantily clad elven temptress especially often.\n\n \"Do you really think it's appropriate to be wandering around in your underclothes, Lillian?\"\n\n\"It's not my fault if you can't keep your mind out of the gutter, spearman.\" She huffed. Since she'd sat down, she hadn't turned. page. \"And anyway!\" She protested. \"I could say the exact same thing to you!\" Lillian pointed an accusing figure at the fighter. who was entirely shirtless and wore nothing but a pair of boxers as he man-spread on the couch, staring her down, a bulky wall of muscle.\n\n\"I'm two fifty pounds, male and a 'beer-swilling sellsword' to use your words. You're a blonde, elven glass-cannon noblewoman travelling in the company of rough men. And now you're prancing around half-naked. We've been locked up her with the storms for weeks, everyone's frustrated and on edge. Aren't you worried? Soldiers fo hire aren't known to be gentlemen you know. I thought you had more class than this if nothing else\"\n\n\"I'd appreciate it if you kept your distance with that kind of talk. No wonder you've been leering at me while we've been here. All you human men are the same, completely obsessed with the idea of bedding the first female elf that comes within arms reach. Should I be locking my door?\"\n\n\"You don't lock your- Wait, hang on a minute with that 'keep your distance'! You've been practically following me around like a baby duckling! You mean to tell me that in this entire room...\" The bearded, shirtless man gestured to the long room with its various couches, arm chairs, tables and bookshelves. \"You just happened to plop your sweet little ass down right next to me? Right in my line of sight? Out of aaall these seats?\" \n\n\"I simply took the first seat I saw. Don't overthink things.\" She was indignant.\n\n\"You know it's bad when the wizard is telling a meathead like me that I'm thinking too **much**!\"\n\n\"Ugh!\" She scoffed and shut the book she'd been pretending to read, rising to kneel on the couch, leaning forward and angrily pointing an accusing finger at him, her other hand supporting her weight beneath her as she bent forward, more skin than ever now visible and one strap on her dainty dress sliding down her shoulder suggestively. \"What are you even- Look! Look down idiot!\" \n\nHe glanced down slowly, knowing full well what she was pointing to from her position on the opposite couch, some two metres away. \"Y-yes? What is it?\" Standing tall and unashamed, his boxers had a peak where it was painfully obvious that a rock-hard boner was poking through the fabric. \n\n\"Don't bullshit me!\" She was getting into it now, venting her pent-up frustrations from their isolation into this cathartic argument. \"You're just like every other male! Being kept in a confined space with a woman of my breeding has driven you crazy with lust! You're a man of base instincts and you're not even bothering to keep them in check anymore! You're probably seconds away from ravishing me aren't you? Hmm? From putting that muscle to good use and taking me down? Having your way with me and taking pleasure in the-\"\n\n\"Oh yeah!?\" He roared back, leaning forward and shouting over her. They were face to face now. \"Well if that's how you're gonna talk to me when I'm trying to be decent then maybe I should just do that? Huh? Might as well if you're gonna treat me the same way no matter what, and at least get to enjoy your slutty elven loins!\"\n\nTheir noses were inches apart now, her pointed, elegant features in sharp contrast with his close cropped beard and bulbous nose.\n\n\"Maybe you should! Then I'll be able to read my book in peace!\"\n\n\"Well maybe I will, if it'll get you to stop following me around!\"\n\n\"Do it then! I fucking dare you, go on! Fuck me!\" \n\n\"I'll do it!\"\n\n\"Good!\"\n\n\"I will!\"\n\n\"Fine!\"\n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\n\nMera's gentle meditation was interrupted as Strider the ranger stomped towards her down the hall awkwardly. Beside her, Gruntker the orc barbarian was sat with his eyes closed, trying to understand what she was teaching him with this.\n\nThe tanned monk with her short, wavy brown hair opened one eye and gritted her teeth. Strider was hopping on one leg, desperately trying to yank his boot off without stopping. His cloak was slick with rain and it was obvious he'd been taking a look around the grounds.\n\n\"Strider, what do you think-\" \n\n\"Breggan is smashing Lillian in the living room!\" \n\n\"What?\" \n\n\"They just started fucking like wild animals! Darkin already got ahead of me with misty-step. We're gonna try and join in!\"\n\nThe punchy lady was nice, and he was always interested in learning new things, but Grunt-Gruntker had priorities. As he began t rise, her felt a dainty, but strong hand on his green forearm. \n\n\"Gr-Gruntker...\" He glanced back at the lithe woman who had now gone red in the face and was averting his gaze. \"What? I wanna go see.\"\n\n\"I-If you have to... y'know, if you need to get your rocks off...\" the embarrased young martial artist went even redder and took a deep breath before shooting her shot. \"D-do you think you could use me?!\"\n\nGruntker tilted his head. She was probably a little... hard to dominate for the usual orcish style of breeding but the muscular, slender young woman was certainly worth a pounding in his book, and unlike the elf, he'd have her all to himself...\n\n\"Want it in your room or is the floor here good?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're a monster-tomboy. One of the boys is really cut up over his girl leaving, and you gotta help out a homie, especially a cutie like him.
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"content": "Pt. 1 \n\nPat lay back on his bed and groaned lethargically while Marzia sat on the edge, rolling her eyes. \"You're a girl, what did I do wrong?\"\n\n\"Is that why you're talking to me and not the other guys?\" She gestured to the closed door. Downstairs, the others were still playing poker, having apparently forgotten that they were here to cheer up their fallen brother. \n\n\"Yeah... that's stupid I guess...\"\n\nMarzia looked over at him. He was just lying there, hands over his face. She swung her legs up onto the bed and poked him in the leg. \"You know you're worrying the others,\"\n\n\"My apologies for being temporarily not as fun. This must be a very hard time for all of you.\" Pat replied sarcastically. She punched him in the knee. \"Ow....\"\n\n\"It **is** temporary then?\"\n\n\"Well of course it is, I'll get over her.\"\n\n\"Will you?\" \n\n\"Are you sure you're trying to help?\"\n\n\"I'm just saying...\" She sighed. \"Look, I really hate seeing you like this so if you want me to help you out and... you know... feel better, move on...\"\n\nPat finally raised his head and squinted at his friend. Marzia was a dark elf, with dark blue skin and silvery white hair she kept in a simple, short ponytail most of the time.\n\nShe was of about average height, but hanging around guys all the time, they teased her and called her short. Despite not being especially feminine, she had some nice curves, with a big round ass that she'd squeezed into some tight shorts, wide hips and thick, athletic thighs which squished against each other as she lay sideways, looking at him.\n\nA slim, fit waist, her midriff left exposed by the sporty croptop she wore, which clung tightly to the curve of her breasts.\n\n\"What're you getting at Marzia?\"\n\n\"You just need to get your rocks off and you can bounce back? Right? A quick rebound? A little confidence boost. I've seen you guys go through like, four relationships each, I know how this works. You're moaning for weeks and then you get laid at a party and your back on top.\"\n\n\"What are you saying?\"\n\n\"Y'know...\" She propped herself upon one arm and fixed her silvery grey eyes on him. \"Since you're feeling so down I'd... I'd be willing to give you a quickie. Just to get you a little release after Rachel.\"\n\nHe immediately glanced to the closed door, laughter echoing up from the kitchen down below. \"S-seriously? Like, now?\"\n\n\"I mean yeah, just as a solid, nothing clingy. We can just head back down to the others after, they won't notice.\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah.. I mean hell yeah! That's great if you...y'know if you're actually cool with that.\"\n\n\"Wouldn't have offered if I wasn't.\" She responded as she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing a simple white bra that cradled her navy breasts.\n\nQuickly realising that he should go with the flow, Pat sat up and fumbled with his belt."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Listen, I turn into a totally different person when I'm in bed." "Oh don't worry babe, I'm fine with anything you wan-" "No, I mean I actually transform into a different person during sex."
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"content": "\"Oh!\" he gasped, twitching his hips as she pulled her lips over his shaft, licking the tip gently. \"It's...\" She interrupts his thought process by taking him fully into her mouth, looking up at him expectantly.\n\n\"I wonder how he's going to act to convince me he's different,\" she mused, letting practice take over as she watches his reaction to her ministrations.\n\n\"It's happening!\" he cries, running his fingers through her hair as he collapses backwards on the bed, a soft pop as he pulls from her mouth.\n\nShe climbs up onto the bed next to him and kisses her way up his stomach when she pauses. His previously hairy chest was now completely bare. She looks around nearby for a razor, but sees nothing. \"How did you do that?\"\n\n\"I told yooooou!\" he moans, his hands grabbing the bed as his back arches. She watches intently as his soft stomach becomes thinner and somewhat toned, freckles beginning to spread over his chest and neck, his hair shifting from brown to auburn and growing slightly. \"Completely diff...\"\n\nHis words are cut off as he scrunches his face, lips narrowing, nose becoming slightly more angular, freckles spreading over his softening cheeks. \"Sorry I couldn't hold out longer,\" he says in a slightly higher voice. His hands come off the bed, rubbing at his nipples as they swell, the areola widening and becoming wrinkled.\n\nShe sat there, aghast, watching as his chest grew and his hands and arms shrunk. He laid back and large, soft breasts settled to either side. Looking him over, she saw a petite redhead woman with narrow hips and a cock.\n\n\"You were telling the truth...\" she whispered, standing up and taking a step back.\n\n\"He was,\" a voice responded, softer but with a New England accent. \"Almost there...\"\n\nThe changing person rolls over and gets on all fours, flexing hips backwards, each time the hips and ass getting larger until they formed a slim but very feminine backside. The penis hanging between the legs significantly smaller than what had been in her mouth a short time ago. \"One... last...\" the new woman moans, shaking and shuddering like an orgasm, the last of the penis fading away, leaving behind only a soft pussy with a tuft of red hair above it.\n\n\"That was... amazing. You're rather pretty now.\"\n\n\"Thank you for that,\" the new woman smiled, rolling onto her back and sitting up slightly. \"You're rather nice looking yourself.\"\n\n\"I don't know how to break it to you, but I'm straight... You kind of don't have anything I don't.\"\n\n\"Yeah, me too. I can never seem to get him to pick up a nice bi guy. Can you toss me the dildo from the end table over there on your way out?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You take a class in sexology. To break the ice your professor has you practice your favorite fetish with your cute classmate.
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"content": "\nSexology\n\nZack was thrilled for his first class of Sexology 101. His friend talked him into taking it as an elective. According to him you could have lots of fun in the first assignment if you were honest. The first assignment was a list of your kinks. \n\nZack was slack jawed at all the hot women in the class. He was actually intimidated by the seductive sway of some brunette in black leggings. She was someone he had seen running across campus many mornings. It gave her a fantastic ass that left him speechless.\n\nHe thought he would be staring at her all semester until a curvy latina milf strutted up and sat in front of him. Right before she turned and sat down he got a look at her heavy mouth watering tits that strained her top.\n\nThe professor came in and brought the classroom to order. \"This is Sexology 101 and here you will learn about communication as it relates to sexuality.\" Said a sultry red-headed woman. \"I am Pamela Hinkley and I will be your instructor. We will start with each of you filling out one of these forms addressing your sexual preferences and inclinations.\"\n\nEven the woman teaching the class was hot. Zack wasn't certain he could speak around all these ladies, much less effectively communicate his kinks in front of them. He took the form as it was passed to him and started reading it and filling in dots and blanks. Under favorite reoccurring fantasy he wrote: \"breast worship with long/thick nipples.\"\n\nHe shook as he wrote it. Young Zack had had his small share of lovers but it's not exactly polite to ask a girl to see her nipples before you decide if you will date her. So all his girlfriends had regular or small nipples. One had tiny nipples and areolas that blended in color with the rest of her breasts. That was a huge turn off for Zack. He wanted a pair of long thick nipples he could suck and nibble on. \n\nAfter everyone handed there sheets in Zack nervously watched as Ms. Hinkley read over each one in silence before them. \"Okay, I usually have everyone talk with each other and find a partner in a natural manner, but it seems we have a preference for a specific kind of anatomy.\" She said frankly as she rose from her seat and sat on her desk. A lump rose in Zack's throat. \"So, I must ask. Of the ladies here does anyone have thick or long nipples?\" \n\nPanic started to set in until the latina milf started to slowly raise her hand. Then hope replaced the panic and it was promptly dashed as a bubbly voice from behind him chimed in. \"I do.\" \n\nZack spun around to see a smiling girl with curly blonde locks and a baggy red hoodie sweatshirt. She was cute. Cute as a button, but not as hot as the other girls he had his eye on. He couldn't get a sense for her body under those baggy clothes.\n\n\"Come up here.\" Ms. Hinkley said beckoning the young woman up to her. Once she was standing there Pamela politely asked to see the girl's nipples. She obediently lifted her sweater as she faced away from the class. \"Oh those are nice, but perhaps we should ask the person who would be interested. Zack Olson?\"\n\nAfter she asked a second time he finally forced himself up out of his desk and walked forward. Once he got next to Pamela he could see the young blonde's tits. She patently kept holding her sweatshirt up with a big welcome smile. Then his eyes met her thick long delicious looking pink tits. Even her tits looked cute.\n\n\"Will these work?\" She asked in that same bubbly voice. He couldn't very well say no with a sight like that before him. He just nodded while looking like an idiot.\n\n****\nThey made a plan to meet up and do the assignment at his place. He was salivating thinking about popping those nipples in his mouth. He forgot to ask her what her kink was, but did ask her her name. Beth showed up at the exact minute they agreed on. She was wearing a light blue sweater blouse more fitting than the red hoodie. She also had a tight blue skirt. Zack figured her cup size to be about a B cup. Surprisingly, she had a large base with her.\n\n\"So, why don't we get going right away.\" Beth said marching right in. Zack was relieved not to have to make small talk. \"What does your kink entail? Is it just sucking on tits or is it something more… maternal?\"\n\n\"W-well, yeah I guess… a strong female presence has always been quite…\" Zack flustered through the sentence. \n\n\"Enough.\" Beth’s bubbly voice dropped and became more commanding as she sat on the couch and started to unbutton her blouse. This time her bra opened from the front. With her tasty tits on display Zack was putty in her hands. \"Come rest your head here and let mommy take care of you.\" He shook as he laid in her lap with his mouth just shy of her nipple. She clicked her tongue in mock disappointment as he salivated at her thick nipple. \"What do we say when we want something, no matter how badly?\"\n\n\"Please.\" He said it with genuine need as his cock started to harden at the very prospect of suckling on those pink nipples. She gently patted his head in response.\n\n\"Very good.\" She sounded so condescending as she said it. \"But what do you want to do exactly?\" Her tone sounded stern but innocent. Like she was honestly asking.\n\n\"Please, let me suck on your boobs.\" Zack's dick started to strain against the confines of his pants.\n\n\"No, boobs are childish. You dear boy want to suck on some tits.\" Beth said it with a mocking parental tone as she waved a finger at his nose. \"And let's be specific.\"\n\n\"Please, I want to suck on those beautiful pink tits. They look like they will perfectly bounce against the pressure of my lips. I want to suck on them like I need them to survive.\" Zack pleaded from her lap. \n\n\"Very well, but is that all you want?\" Beth asked as she slowly ran her hand over the blue in his jeans. \"You don't want your friend to come out?\" \n\nZack nodded \"I want to jack off while I suck them.\"\n\n\"Then you need to make me a promise.\"\n\n\"Anything.\" Zack quickly answered.\n\n\"I will jack you off myself if you behave yourself and agree to help me with my kink afterwards.\" Beth said.\n\n\"Yes, please, I can't take it much longer.\" Zack begged. \n\nBeth grew a self satisfied smile and offered her right tit to his hungry mouth as her hand snuck to his zipper. He was sucking on those tits like his life depended on them and he heard a loud spitting sound and the smooth movements of her warm delicate hands. \"Oh, someone is a bigger boy than mommy thought.\" Beth cooed as Zack did his work on her breasts. Sucking and nibbling on her long nipples. \"Mommy needs something from you.\"\n\n\"Yes. Anything.\" He said breathlessly between sucks.\n\n\"Cum for me Zack. Cum for mommy.\" Beth commanded as she worked his stiff dick with her hand. Zack pulled back from her tit and leveled his pelvis at the ceiling. His cock began to wildly shoot cum. It got all over the shirt he's still wearing and some even splashed on Beth's tits. \"Under 10 minutes. I'm getting good.\" \n\nBeth looked at the drops of cum on her chest and told Zack. \"Lick that up.\" It wasn't his usual thing but he did it. Zack smiled at Beth as she got up and walked to her bag. \"Well, now that that is done. Let's pay the price. And make my kink come true.\" She undid her skirt and bent over leaning into her bag as he stared at her thong clad ass. Beth tossed him a tube of lube and he hoped she would ask him for anal. His cock stopped deflating at the prospect of sliding between her tight cheeks. \n\nThen she stood and turned around as she buckled the strap on to her slim frame. \"Are you familiar with pegging?\"\n\nZach nodded with a sheepish look.\n\n\"It will last longer than 10 minutes for sure.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Desperate for a pick-me-up of mortal life energy, a femboy incubus places himself on one side of a gloryhole.
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"content": "He crouched, skirt barely dancing against his hairless thighs and bubble butt as he awaited the first delicious morsel. \n\nHe was lost in fantasies of what would present itself first, long? Perhaps thick! Or maybe a delectable combination of both. \n\nHis filthy thought bubble was burst as a few fingers made themselves acquainted with the gloryhole. Ah his first meal was a smart one, testing them waters for another presence before inserting his cock. How intelligent! \n\nHe swiftly lets his split tongue lap at the digits, purple tinted spit glistened in its wake. He giggled, his own cock stiffening under his mini crimped skirt. \n\nAnd there was the first feast! Oh it was sizeable, with a mouth watering bead of precum at the tip. He wasted no time slurping down as far as he could, plump lips making contact with the wall. \n\nIt made him feel so filthy, and it wasn’t two licks and one suck before his mouth was filled. \n\nThe cock retreats quickly, but he’s shuddering as the energy contained in the cum dissipates into his body. He grabs his cock and starts slowly jerking it. \n\nMoaning lightly, licking his lips and overall basking in the glow of his first snack. \n\nA sort of dance began then, a cock would appear, sometimes proceeded by fingers, most not. He sucked and panted, jerked and shook. Each new load in his belly drove him closer and closer to a sensational orgasm. \n\nThe final cock of the evening entered, his own had made quite the puddle of purple shimmering pearlescent precum on the floor of the stall. \n\nHe dove upon it, passion abound and cock slippery in his soft hands. \n\nThe load hit his throat and finally. He came. \n\nSkirt, ruined. Floor? Positive drenched with incubus jizz. \n\nBut him? Satisfied to the extreme. \n\nHis poor makeup however, was worse for wear."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Orcs don't have a reputation as great seducers, but this was no usual Orc...
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"content": "Orcs were many things - loyal, traditional, often brutish, yet capable of the truest expressions of raw emotion. They were direct, and their wants with sexual partners were usually quite simple, based on the fundamental exchange. One pleasures an Orc, and the Orc will reciprocate. Like a transaction.\n\nLyssa was bored of exchanges. Elven boys were sensual, though rather unwilling to get rough. Humans, she noted, were quite versatile, but had a mean streak of being selfish lovers.\n\nAs she released a deep, longing sigh, a green-skinned form materialized in her \nperipheral vision\n\n“Hello, is this seat taken?”\n\nA somewhat gruff, but soft-sounding voice. She turned to face the Orc, taking a few seconds to look over his toned, fit body. He was young, still an adult, but the soft contours of his facial features betrayed that he was not the same as the grizzled, stone-cut men Lyssa had enjoyed before. A scar ran through his eye, and peculiar tattoos wrapped both of his arms. He was promising,\n\n“I suppose it is now. And to whom do I owe the… pleasure?”\n\nShe almost purred out the last word, letting her eyes very clearly trail his collarbone. Lyssa liked to tease young men, and test their composure, as it made them let much looser in bed.\n\n“My name is Auric, though I’m not sure it matters to you. Lady Lyssa, you have quite a reputation with the local patrons. I was passing through and insistently advised to see about your services”\n\nHe met her head on, even offering a challenge. She felt the crackle of tension in the air.\n\n“Oh, yes? And why should I offer my so-called services to someone who seems to think me promiscuous?”\n\n“I’m quite confident in my methods, Lyssa. I offer a flavor of novelty I think you’re craving.”\n\nAuric spoke with absolute certainty, as if Lyssa had already agreed to spending the night. It was as if he was commanding, rather than begging, like so many others did. It deeply aroused her, but she wanted to test him one last time. Leaning in close to his face, she winked and taunted,\n\n“You’ve earned a kiss, make it count.”\n\nAt once, she felt his hand lightly wrap around her throat, not hard enough to choke, but enough to be a very potent symbol, and his soft lips made contact with hers. They kissed for what seemed to be an eternity of bliss. He was firm, yet delicate, showing experience and care in a way she had very rarely experienced. Lyssa felt her lust flare, and tried to pull away before her cheeks flushed, but he halted her. Leaning in to whisper directly in her ear, he said,\n\n“Shall I show you what else I have in store?”\n\nShe tried to act suave, but her quivering voice betrayed desperation,\n\n“Please…”\n\nGetting to his room, was a blur. Auric led her carefully by the hand and she could only daydream about what they would do on the other side. She had never given up control, and she was ready to try it.\n\nShe remembered the door close, and the latch lock, and then he began to work his magic on her. He held her tight from behind, one hand applying that gentle controlling grip on her throat, and the other pulling up the silk cloth that covered her bare breasts. He made her hold the cloth in her mouth, exposing herself for his hand to grope her tits, leaving light, playful pinches on her nipples. She could only breathe heavily and release light moans as his hand travelled down, rubbing her barely-more-than-panties. Veildancers liked to dress light, after all.\n\n“I see you’re very ready for something more intensive, huh? Maybe you like getting treated a little harsher?”\n\nShe moaned in confirmation, trying hard to rub her butt against the Orc’s growing bulge. She wanted him, and she wanted him soon.\n\n“Get on your knees for me.”\n\nHe commanded her, something she had not before encountered in a sexual partner.\n\n“I’m going to make you serve my cock first. You’ll have to earn a proper fucking.”\n\nLyssa had never felt so degraded. She had never been treated like a toy for someone else’s pleasure. Soaking wet, she obeyed the Orc.\n\n“Keep your hands behind your back.”\n\nIn one fluid motion, the Orc took out his cock, already hard and twitching, pushing it between her soft lips, rocking his hips gently while she sucked his member,\n\n“You’re going to call me Sir, do you understand?”\n\nHe placed his saliva-slicked cock on her face, and she looked him in his eyes.\n\n“Yes, Sir.”\n\n“Suck harder. I want to hear a pop when you slip off the head.”\n\n“I’m sorry, Sir, I’ll do better.”\n\n“Good girl.”\n\nHe growled the two words and they resonated in Lyssa’s mind. She felt a full-body shiver run through her. She happily sucked his cock like that for a few minutes, rubbing her pussy with one hand, and keeping the other obediently behind her. Auric seemed to greatly enjoy her moans with his cock down her throat.\n\nAgain, he pulled out, resting his throbbing shaft against her cheek.\n\n“What do you want now?”\n\n“Please, Sir, fuck me. You must want to cum already, so use me.”\n\nAnd he obliged, scooping her up and depositing her on the bed, assuming missionary and slowly sliding his rod into her pussy. Lyssa was no stranger to sex, but still found it greatly unpleasant when men tried to ram their pegs into her round hole. Auric took his time, pushing in inch by inch until he bottomed out and both of them sighed deeply from pleasure.\n\n“Are you comfortable, pet?”\n\nDespite her arousal, despite her lust, she still got flustered.\n\n“Yes, Sir. I feel amazing.”\n\nHe began to pump, slowly at first, and as he built up in speed, they locked in another deep kiss. He trailed kisses down her collarbone, slamming himself into her rhythmically. \n\nEventually, she heard the sharp breaths that preceded an orgasm, and the Orc began to slow down. It was clear he did not want to test her boundaries by cumming inside.\n\nFor a moment, she took control, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling his entire length back inside, she whispered,\n\n“Veildancers cannot bear children.”\n\nWith a grunt of relief and acknowledgement, the Orc relaxed, letting his dick fully sheathe in her tight hole. His thumb drifted down to her clit, rubbing it in small, tight, circles, lubricated by her own wetness.\n\nThe two reached climax nearly at the same time, as the stimulation of her sensitive spot combined with the feeling of his cock twitching inside her pussy before releasing a warm load to push Lyssa over the edge. They held each other tightly as waves of pleasure hit them both, and then it was over. Auric collapsed next to her, his voice returning to a soft tone rather than the commanding one he had slipped into.\n\n“That was amazing… thank you, Lyssa.”\n\nShe nuzzled closer to him, keenly aware that she would have to go wash off in a moment,\n\n“Thank you as well, Auric. You were right, that was quite a new experience.”\n\nAnd with those words she went off to clean herself, leaving Auric laying on the bed, wondering if she would even dignify him with a return. She did, and discovered a curious sight.\n\nFrom one of his large travel packs, he had produced a collar, not unlike the ones used for animals. In contrast, however, it seemed to be of utmost quality, and the inside was padded. He looked up at her, fidgeting with the item.\n\n“I’m not sure how to say this without seeming direct, but I want to do that again, and more. I want to try all sorts of things with you, Lyssa, and the sexual isn’t even the majority of them. I was thinking you could come and share my house. We could be housemates, perhaps with benefits, nothing more. I don’t want to complicate things for you and…”\n\nShe interrupted Auric’s nervous ramble by taking the collar and adjusting it around her own neck. It felt very new, very unique, and very appealing. Leaning down, she gave him a light peck on the lips.\n\n“It fits just right, Sir”, she winked.\n\n———————\n\nHope you guys enjoyed it. The balance between dirty and not-dirty might be off, as I don't really write smut, but maybe I’ll keep posting on the sub and change that."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being cheeky, her host slipped "Guests must provide any sexual favors desired" into the house rules. She apparently signed her copy anyway...
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"content": "Pt. 1\n\nHe felt as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have when she'd handed it back to him wordlessly, her name at the bottom. Even if he hadn't been too explicit, he'd said the same thing in as many words. There was no way she'd misinterpreted it and he'd seen her read overt he entire thing twice, looking up at him with a resigned stare that said \"really?\" when she reached the last few lines before signing it with a sigh. Elves were meticulous about written contracts, that he knew, and there was no way in hell she didn't understand the dirty joke he'd put in there. \n\n He hadn't been going to even make her sign anything, it seemed overkill frankly, but he'd had the idea and written it up for a laugh, going white when she'd immediately snatched it out of his hand, thinking he was about to give it to her.\n\nYet here he was, the paper back in his hand, left with her luggage while she went to check her email.\n\nAfter hauling her bags up to her room for her, he headed back down the stairs, obstensibly to tell her when he was planning on doing dinner, how to get the netflix up on the TV and how the shower worked, but really to figure out just how serious she was about contracts and whether he'd unwittingly struck gold.\n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\n\nHe'd never met Phoebe before, and truth be told if he hadn't been told she was a leggy elven smokeshow he would probably have refused his nephew outright when he'd gotten the call. \n\nOne of Mark's seniors, a PHD student who'd run some of his classes was going to a mage's convention in his neck of the woods, right down the street actually and Mark had stupidly mentioned that his uncle lived right around there.\n\nHe'd highly suspected that Mark was sweet on this girl when he'd heard all this and when he'd opened the door, he'd been certain. \n\n\"She a nice-looking young thing then?\" He'd asked over the phone, more to put Mark off than anything else. Mark had relied uncomfortably. \"Uh, yeah. Yeah I guess so. She's an elf so... y'know.\"\n\nWhat he'd seen when he'd opened the door was Phoebe, an elven Sorcery student with a pointed, serious but pretty face, high cheekbones and black hair in two long braids. She wore a simple black dress with long sleeves and a skirt that went down below her knees, along with black boots. Maybe it was a uniform? He wasn't sure, but for whatever reason it kind of fit with his image of her as a magic user.\n\nShe was gorgeous, with long legs and some nice curves that her austere dress failed to hide, and sharp even features to match her pointed ears. He didn't want to set himself up for disappointment, after all, it seemed ridiculous , but... well, she'd signed it, hadn't she?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Gamergirl Slacker Succubus decides to indulge her kinky roommate(s) instead of paying rent. It's win-win!
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"content": "\"Come on, not now! I'm almost at the end!\" Saria whined, as her ear was playfully nibbled on by her roommate. \n \n\"Pause it.\" Mona only offered two words in response before turning her attention towards Saria's neck. As she leaned over the back of the couch, the wealthy lesbian began to suck, bite and kiss the exposed skin, covering the ruby red flesh in black lipstick stains. \n \n\"B-b-but...\" Saria tried to remain focused on her game, but quickly found that to be impossible. Mona knew all her weak spots, and she also knew the best order to hit them in. The poor succubus didn't stand a chance.\n \n\"No buts. We do what I want, when I want. Those are the rules. Well, unless you'd rather get a job and pay your own rent instead of sponging off of me.\" The rich brunette then began painting several gentle kisses on Saria's cheek. \n \nThe thought of having to work made the demon shiver. The idea of having to spend time at some stupid job when she could be gaming instead was more terrifying to Saria than the idea of being sent to heaven. \n \n\"Urgh, fine!\" Saria eventually replied, hitting the start button on her controller before setting it down gently on the coffee table. As she did so, she could hear the sound of Mona standing up straight and unzipping her jeans. \n \nThe succubus then turned around, resting her head on the top of the couch as she waited for her roommate to finish undressing. \n \n\"Mmm, that's perfect! Stay right there!\" Mona commanded, as she tossed her panties to the side. With a wicked grin on her face, the lascivious lesbian then grabbed hold of Saria's horns, and pulled the demon's head towards her pussy. \n \nThe silver-haired succubus reached out her arms, and wrapped them around Mona's waist, steadying herself so she didn't fall off of the top of the couch. After that, she went to work. Saria didn't need any instructions. She knew exactly what Mona wanted. After all, this wasn't the first time the brunette had done something like this. \n \nFirst, she teased Mona's entrance, using her tongue to gently lick the outside of the woman's vagina. Then, when the time was right, she slipped her tongue into Mona's wet sex, and slowly penetrated her insides. After that, Saria paused, and gave Mona a moment of reprieve before attacking her clit from below. \n \nThe wealthy lesbian's legs shook like a leaf in a hurricane as Saria showed off all of her oral techniques. Mona's knuckles whitened as she tightened her grip on the demon's horns, sweat pouring off of her as she tried to remain standing. \n \n\"Oh fuck!\" Mona gasped, as she started to grind her hips against her roommate's face. \"You're so fucking good Saria, so fucking good!\" \n \nAfter a few more minutes, Mona began to feel a familiar feeling in her lower body. Looking down at her roommate, Mona let out one final moan before warning Saria. \n \n\"I'm CUMMING!\" Mona yelled, her voice echoing throughout the apartment as she finally let go of Saria's horns. As her orgasm swept over her, the brunette fell to her knees, unable to remain standing due to the intensity of her climax. It washed over her like a blissful wave, covering every inch of her body in ecstacy. \n \nAfter a few minutes, Mona came down from her orgasmic high, and regained her senses. As she stood up, she was could see that Saria had already unpaused her game and was about to fight the final boss. \n \n\"Pause it again.\" Mona commanded, as she made her way to the front of the couch and sat down. \n \n\"Eh? But you just...\" \n \n\"Yes, but *you* didn't. Now pause it!\" A mischievous smile made it's way onto Mona's face, as she grabbed hold of Saria and pulled her into a deep kiss. \n \nSaria didn't beat Dusk Spirit 3 that day. But she did end up cumming three times in a row."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The bartender sees him come in every karaoke night with friends, but never a date. One of her best tippers, his group's standing DD, and a decent singer. He tried to flirt with her a few times, but stammered and aborted, blushing. Tonight, she's going to pin him to the wall in the backroom.
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"content": "\"Hey Vi. We're back!\"\n\nVi can recognize the group, always lead by Connor, the \"leader\" of the bunch. She greeted him warmly, but not affectionately, as she surveyed the rest of the group. And sure enough, after a few minutes, probably to find parking, came Case. Vi pointed to the corner, and Case mouthed \"thanks\" and headed that way.\n\nConnor already has the mike going and was belting out an actually decent version of Eminem rap. But when he screwed up some sections, he was booed off the stage.\n\nSomehow, Connor's California surfer-look just never attracted Vi, whose full name is Violet. Despite her pierced and tattooed look (two full sleeves) she actually has a master's degree. But a messy divorce and being blacklisted due to a vindictive ex forced her to go back to her first job, as a bartender.\n\nAfter learning her lesson to never fall for a pretty face, Vi found herself having a thing for the brainy type. And Case is ringing all her bells. He's the guy who gets everybody home, getting everyone drinks while not getting one himself. He likes 80's or older music, can do a good rendition of both Sinatra and Elton John, and seems to be the genuine \"nice guy\".\n\nWhat Case lacks is self-confidence. He tried to flirt with Vi before, but usually flubbed the timing or can't get the words out. And Vi was really too busy to wait.\n\nBut Vi has a plan tonight. And free time. Besides, the manager, Xavier, owed her a favor.\n\nAbout an hour later, Vi told Xavier that she will take her break now. Xavier knew of Vi's plans to tonight, and is all for it. He will cover for her at the bar. As Case came up for another round of refills, Vi told Case to meet her at the backroom entrance to discuss something. Case, not suspecting a thing, just nodded.\n\nWhen Case got there, the area around the backroom was quiet. Case was wondering where was Vi when she dragged him inside.\n\nAnd before Case can say anything, Vi's lips were on his. And her scent filled his nostrils. Her hands roamed over his chest, his waist, felt his buttocks, which are hard... and surprising Vi, Case actually has a six-pack.\n\nThen with a playful push, Vi shoved Case onto the chair she had placed there.\n\nCase couldn't take his eyes off Vi. Her dark hair, usually in an up-do, was down now, draped over her white shoulders, contrasting against her black tank top, her tattoo sleeves on full display. The tribal patterns shimmered in the light, as Vi moved her shoulders slowly, sensuously, It took his brain a few moments to form coherent words.\n\n\"Uh... Vi? What... what are you doing?\"\n\n\"Giving you your birthday present early, Case...\" Vi strutted closer, rolling her hips, then straddled case on the chair, shoving her breasts into his chest.\n\n\"But my birthday is...\" Case complained weakly.\n\nVi laid a finger on his lips, and he went quiet. \"Next week. I know. As I said, it's an early present.\"\n\nVi kissed Case again, and this time, he embraced her, and kissed her back. Then he tried his tongue on her, gently probing her lips. She smiled inwardly, and opened her mouth slightly to let him in. Their tongues touched, while their hands explored each other.\n\nIt was when Vi's hand reached Case's crotch that Case's hand did about the same... and realized that Vi had no panties on.\n\nCase broke off to come up for air, and wheezed, \"All this... for me?\"\n\nVi smiled broadly. She leaned back a little, and took off her tanktop. Her front-clasp black lace bra on full display. Her right hand gently caressed her right nipple, while her left hand reached for Case's hand, and placed it on the bra clasp.\n\nCase unclapsed the bra, and her breasts popped free. When he made no further moves, she pulled his hands onto her breasts. As of shaken out of a stupor, Case leaned down to taste one nipple, then another, all the while gently rubbing the sensitive underside of the breasts. And Vi can feel her nipples harden, even as Case suckled them, with his lips, with his tongue, even a little teeth...\n\nVi didn't want Case to feel left out, so while she enjoyed her breasts being fondled, her hands unbuckled his belt, then opened his pants and zipper, and reached in for him. He was already half hard, and her hands quickly brought him to full hardness.\n\nVi grunted, \"Pants... off... now!\"\n\nCase somehow kept hold of her, still suckling her nipples, and stood up. And his pants fell off to pool around his ankles. He kicked them off and sat back down.\n\n\"Wait, Vi, I don't have a condom!\" Vi was about to sank herself onto him and Case held her off...\n\n\"I'm on the pill.\" Vi stated impatiently, before impaling herself onto him.\n\nThey both groaned at the new sensations that washed over them. Then Vi started to move her hips, holding onto his shoulders. He held her waist, helping her bounce, wondering what luck he had to have her in his life...\n\nWhen Vi started to slow down, Case took over the thrusting, varying his speed, some slow, some fast. Some shallow, some deep. He also tried different angles, and the different sensations drove Vi wild. She hit her orgasm just as Case kissed her and swallowed her scream.\n\nVi collapsed into Case's arms, spent. She could categorically say that was the best orgasm she ever had.\n\n\"Hey, beautiful.\" Case kissed her on her forehead.\n\nIt was only then she noticed he was still inside her.\n\n\"Oh my god! You didn't come! I'm so sorry, I was so selfish...\" A moment of panic came over Vi. Tonight was about Case, and... She was about to jump up and do a blow job when Case held her tight.\n\n\"Stop, Vi. I did come.\" Case kissed her on the forehead again.\n\n\"But... how did... How can you still be...\" Vi is now thoroughly confused.\n\n\"I... uh... I have a very short refractory period.\"\n\n\"What? What does that mean?\"\n\n\"Uh... after I come, I can get hard again in seconds.\"\n\nVi's mouth dropped open. She never knew any man who can do that... Then she grinned lasciviously.\n\n\"Then you are ready for round 2... Birthday boy...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a fire mage, she was important to have along on such a dangerously cold expedition, and, as a Succubus, she took her mission to "keep everyone warm" *very* seriously!
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"content": "\"FYAAA BALL! KYA~!\"\n\nKRAKOOM\n\nHail pelted my armor as the blizzard winds howled and screamed through the craggy peaks. I raised a gloved hand to brush off the thick crust of ice that had already formed on my brows and beard. I couldn't believe me eyes. Lilith had blown herself up!\n\nAs the steam was blown away from the crater though the truth was revealed. The monstrous yeti was a charred corpse and our mage was clutching at herself and breathing heavily. \n\n\"Victory!\" \n\nShe had raised an armored fist and shouted out defiantly to the heavens. The fur coat she had been wearing had been burned away in that brilliant flash of flame leaving only her silver armour behind. For a moment I thought I saw something flicking around behind her but there was a gust of snow laden wind and I lost sight of it. The wind increased in strength and almost in an instant we were surrounded by a blizzard of terrifying power. If we could dive into that crater we could make it. \n\nSuddenly I felt a numb burning pain in my leg and spikes of ice started flying past with uncanny speed. There was something else out there. Heaving myself forward through the blistering wind I started swinging my great axe with my burly arms and cleared a path through the snow to where I'd last seen our mage. She was the only one that could use fire magic. I had to reach her or I wouldn't survive.\n\n\"HRAH! HRAH! HRAH!\"\n\nI'd lost sight of my other comrades in the freak storm but I knew they would make it. The dwarf had a shovel and that centaur woman was carrying almost all of our supplies. She was strong enough to break through the snow by herself and she had seen where Lilith was.\n\nI'd only been a few yards away but the storm had already blown up a huge drift in my path and so when I finally broke through into the crater I was exhausted. \n\nLilith was sitting on the ground with her face covered by a hood. Waves of heat were radiating from burning orbs of mana placed all around. Above us there was a complex design made of curling flames turning the biting wind above into a wash of hot air like a protective dome. It was sweltering and humid in the pit.\n\nThat was Lilith for you. Whatever came our way she was calm and collected and would do whatever was necessary. Quiet, shy and small she wasn't a noticeable part of our adventuring party but she was definitely the most appreciated. Apparently even taking on a yeti ambush point blank with an explosion wasn't enough to faze her! \n\nOn the opposite side of the pit a hoof punched through the icy snow. On seeing it I was filled with relief. Being impaled by an ice sprite was a horrifying way to go. Had to help her somehow!\n\nI grabbed the hoof and pulled with all my might!\n\n\"GRAAAAAH!\"\n\nWith a huge exertion of strength I pulled our supply manager into the pit. She was covered in snow that started melting as soon as she passed the boundary and it ran down her body in wet streams that turned to steam when they hit the bedrock beneath us. While I had been heaving Marian out of the snow Lilith had cast a spell on the bedrock to heat it. Genius! But the spells she cast couldn't do anything about the smell of wet horse that started filling the enclosed space.\n\nThere was a glint of steel a little ways away and the wizard was unceremoniously tossed out of the hole into the rough gravel below by the dwarf. When we both looked at him he merely nodded his head and grunted as he stepped down from the lip of the crater.\n\nWe were all safe... for now\n\nThe storm raged outside with a dull sucking roar and far off in the distance we could hear the haunting screams and howls of storm elementals. I grabbed the feeble wizard by the back of his robe and set him on his feet. He stumbled over to Lilith and stood behind her. \n\nI readied my axe and the dwarf stood behind me with his shovel. Marian got behind both of us. We were gonna have to fight! \n\nWithout warning the sound of a cracking protective spell shattered the muffled silence with a screech. The dome above had broken into flaming fragments of mana that fell all around us and disappeared. The wind drowned everything out but I thought I saw Lilith put on her great helm. \n\nAs the flashing blue pillars of fire descended through the swirling snow they filled the small space with unnatural sounds of anguish and torment. \n\n\"HUP, RAGHH!\" \n\nI sliced one cleanly in half with my axe and it disappeared in a cloud of blue smoke and spraying white blood that glowed brightly as it spattered on the rock. Moments later my axe sank to the floor burdened by a huge clump of ice that had grown on it. The dwarf cleric had succumbed to the weight of the ice as well and was desperately chipping away at the white crystal on his shovel with a dagger. With an effort I smashed my own weapon into the floor in an attempt to free it and the hardened steel shattered into fragments. \n\nNow weaponless we both backed up to Marian and started searching desperately through her pack bags for anything else we could use without taking our eyes off the approaching sprites. I found a small pickaxe and Durkin pulled out a cast iron pan. We probably would have switched but we were too busy watching the hostile sprites. \n\nI could hear the roaring of flames behind me and suddenly there was a stern shout from Lilith \n\n\"Flaming Burst Double!\"\n\nI turned to look at her and red flames were shooting from the eyes of her helmet. Suddenly the pickaxe in my hand started to glow red at the tips and flames leapt from them. I turned and the dwarf had a pan full of flames as well. We could still do this!\n\nWe fought for hours but suddenly the sprites left screaming upwards into the darkened sky like fireworks. We were all chilled to the bone and I couldn't feel my leg anymore. There were puddles of fading blood everywhere in front of us and as I turned around exhausted there was barren scorched rock and small puddles of lava that were rapidly cooling to obsidian. The storm had departed to visit hell on some other party. Marian looked frightened and the wizard was hiding under a blanket.\n\nI grabbed the heavy wool off of Cornelius and rolled it up. I gave it to Marian to use but she just hugged it and started crying into it. I was shaking with cold and exhaustion but Lilith was in an even worse state. Now that the fighting was over she sank to her knees panting and clutching at her head. The warmth radiating from her finally dissipated. The stars were shining brightly above us.\n\nWe had made it but even though the wind had gone away the still night air was freezing cold and we were all soaked. We would have to make camp and stay alert.\n\nOnce Marian had calmed down a bit and I'd cleaned the ice off of her hocks she came up with some ideas on how to survive the night. Cornelius used his magic to set wards around the outside of the crater and revive Lilith. Durkin set down the wool we had over the cold stone and expertly tamped it down with pitons. I set up a tent over it.\n\nMarian had brought more than enough wood to make a fire and enough bottles and rags to pick up all the sprite blood we had spilled. Not for the first time I was thankful that she was with us. She could carry enough equipment for a party twice our size and while I had been too exhausted to think after that battle she had come up with a plan immediately.\n\nBefore long we had a roaring fire going and Marian had set up a drying rack for all of our clothes. We were shielded from the worst of the cold by the wards but they would only last until morning. Until then we were pretty cozy. \n\nI had to help Marian undress since she couldn't reach behind herself too well. All the straps and bags had to come off. There was one metal buckle on the back that was particularly stubborn. It seemed to have frozen a little when the sprites attacked her. If I could just...\n\n\"AAAH! Don't touch there!\"\n\n\"OOOOGH\"\n\nMy vision went black for a moment as the air was forcibly expelled from my lungs. I was thrown through a ward shattering it and into a snowdrift that had piled up earlier with a soft whump. Dizzily I pulled myself out and shook the snow out of my hair and beard. That woman had a really powerful kick!\n\nThere were two hoofprints stamped into my chestplate but I fortunately I was pretty tough. I should have listened to her advice to stay where she could see me though. \n\nI trudged back over and Cornelius set about repairing the simple ward after undoing the last of the straps with Heat Metal. I couldn't really be mad at Marian. She had terrible communication skills and was oversensitive but she was just as tough as I was. It was adorable in a way. She couldn't have made it up here with us if she hadn't chosen over and over to keep on going. \n\nI was heading over to the tent to wait for morning but Lilith put an armored hand on my chest. For a moment I thought I saw a red flicker in her eyes but it could have just been the light from the fire. \n\n\"You should dry off first\"\n\nHer hands wandered down to the straps on my armor at my side. She was acting pretty strangely but I decided to ignore it. Just then Marian put a pot on the fire with a crackle that the broke the awkward silence between me and the armored mage. It had almost been like we were going to brawl it out but different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. But whatever Marian was putting on smelled amazing. Get in mah belly! \n\nI wandered back over and Marian was obssesively sorting through her pack bags. It had bothered me at first but she was almost useless without organization. She had to be in control and know where things were at all times. Now that I was thinking about it she was like that with people too. Strange. \n\nTo my surprise that gaunt wizard Cornelius was the one cooking. From the smell of it he seemed to be making some sort of rabbit chowder.\n\n[CONTINUED]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A college freshman geek girl says the wrong thing in the locker room to a female athlete and gets both her and her equally nerdy friend locked out of the locker room NAKED
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"content": "\n“Ignore her Mel. She’s just pissy cause Coach Taylor switched to sweatpants.”\n\nJane and Mel giggled, not realizing the target of their joke had overheard them. Lana was a top soccer player for the university and was a hell of a lot stronger then she looked. Without warning her and another soccer player scooped Jane and Mel up with ease. Despite the twos best effort they couldn’t get free. They carried them out of the locker room and let them go, quickly rushing back into the locker room. \n\nJane tries to pull the door open but it doesn’t budge. \n\n“Fuck!”\n\nShe starts to pound on the door, yelling for someone inside to open the door. \n\n“Jane please keep your voice I don’t want someone to find us like this...”\n\nJane looked down at her bare body and sighed. \n\n“I forgot we were naked. Fuck...”\n\nMel crossed her arms across her sizable tits the best she could. Her body was hot and her face was beet red. Jane continued to pull at the door. ‘\n\n“Jane please stop before you catch someone’s attention. Oh my God.”\n\n“Melanie we have bigger issues. Like getting this goddamn door open! I can hear you laughing you bitch!”\n\nMel slumps against the wall, closing her legs and pulling them close to her body. She knew Jane was to the point where she would listen to her own inner monologue. \n\n“Fuck!” \n\nJane kicks the door and stumbles but keeps her balance. \n\n“No use?”\n\n“Cut the sarcasm Mel, I’m not in the mood. “\n\nMel springs up to her feet\n\n“And you think I am?! I’m locked out naked just like,you are, but you don’t seem to mind if some wayward perverts find us and take photos or videos, then next you know bam “Big tit co-ed naked outside Rutgers locker room” is all over the internet! And then next thing we’re the school whores!”\n\nShe slumps against the wall again, taking deep breathes.\n\n“Calm down before you give yourself an asthma attack. How far is the dorm?”\n\n“Janie I’m not setting a foot on campus without clothes on. “\n\n“Ok ok fine, any other ideas?”\n\nJane slumps against the wall next to Mel.\n\n“Maybe we could go in through the vent?”\n\n“No offense Mel but will you be able to fit?”\n\n“Don’t be jealous because I’m overdeveloped. Besides your not exactly sitting on a pancake missy.”\n\nJane laughs and leans back against the wall. \n\n“So your big tits won’t fit, my fat ass won’t fit in the vent...maybe we could we hope somebody wanders by and we can steal their clothes.”\n\n“Oh yes then I’ll be a nudist and a thief, what would my parents say.”\n\n“Probably the same thing they said when they found you with Reggie Bucks dick halfway down your throat. “\n\nMel blushed and curled into a ball. Jane put her arm around her and held her close, trying to stifle her laughter. The two sat like that for a while. They had at least five minutes to wait until the coach dismissed everyone. Suddenly Mel sat up, wide eyed. \n\n“Oh my God Jane...”\n\n“What?”\n\nWithout saying a word she stood up, and banged on the door with a closed fist. She cleared her throat and in a convincing southern accent she began to speak. \n\n“Lana!”\n\n(“Oh fuck Coach Taylor!”)\n\nJanes smile grew as she quickly stood up and stood next to Mel.\n\n“Open this door and let these two back in there and get changed or you’re on the bench.”\n\n(“But coach they made fun of me”)\n\n“Come on you’re adults, there’s better ways to solve problems. Now open this door!”\n\n(“…fine.”)\n\n“Mel you’re a genius.” Jane whispered.\n\nThe door unlocked and as it opened, Jane grabbed Lana, in her bra and panties, by the wrist and pulled her outside of the locker room. Her and Mel quickly hurried in and Jane locked the door. \n\n“Jane you’re so childish!”\n\n“I don’t care, let’s just get dressed so Coach Taylor can focus on yelling at us.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are a shapeshifter that assumes the form of the last person you’ve made orgasm. Swinger parties get... interesting.
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"content": "\"How d'you like it?\" Melissa slipped an arm around my bare shoulders as I slid onto the couch next to her, glass in hand.\n\nI ran a fingertip down the length of my body, a perfect mirror of hers right down to the tan lines. Even my own touch made me shiver. Melissa's skin was sensitive - no wonder she'd been so receptive when I'd had her on the shag carpet. \"You're a masterpiece,\" I said. \"I feel like a goddamn succubus.\"\n\n\"Hey, if you want to _really_ feel like a succubus, talk to Jenny,\" said Melissa. We laughed and clinked glasses.\n\nNext to us, Colby squinted. \"I know I've been drinking, Mel,\" he said, \"but I shouldn't have double vision yet...\"\n\n\"Oh, you haven't met Riley?\" Melissa tilted her head towards me. \"Riley's a _morphic_, honey.\"\n\nI nodded and turned to face her, putting down my glass. She knew what I was doing; I'd already pulled this party trick twice tonight. Her lips were soft and tasted of gin and juice and the cock I'd had until a few minutes ago. I slipped a hand down between her legs, feeling the slickness where my tongue had been.\n\n\"Someone pinch me,\" groaned Colby, hand trailing down his taut stomach and drifting towards the front of his unbuttoned jeans. \"I'm fucking dreaming.\"\n\nMelissa broke into a fit of giggles and broke the kiss. I turned back to Colby. \"I make someone cum, I borrow their body. Hope you don't mind me being your wife for a while.\"\n\nColby shook his head vigorously. \"She's all yours. Long as I can tell which one's really Mel, I mean. No offence, Riley, but I'd like to go home with the right woman.\"\n\n\"Well, there's the ring, but if my hands are busy...\" I grinned, slipping a hand into Melissa's hair and gently tilting her head back as I leaned down. She was pale enough that it only took a little suction to leave a thick, dark hickey just above her right nipple. She let out a sigh that never quite became a moan.\n\n\"There,\" I said, straightening back up. \"That should help.\"\n\nI'd met Melissa last month, and decided almost instantly that I liked her. She and Colby were college sweethearts, if you counted the smoky underground rooms that taught the secret art of alchemy as college. She'd joked that defying the laws of nature on a daily basis made her one of the most normal people here, and, honestly, she wasn't far off the mark. I'd only been here a couple of hours and I'd already gone down on a vampire and had a kitsune call me Daddy while she bounced in my lap. They'd both been fun shapes to wear for a while, but I was bad at remembering to breathe, and I still hadn't gotten the hang of tails. Melissa's body was familiar, in a way.\n\n\"You with anyone tonight, Riley?\" Colby asked, trying and failing to act like a man whose cock wasn't twitching in his underwear.\n\nI shrugged. \"I drift. Most people find it hard to commit to fucking themselves for months on end. I'm kind of Dan and Priti's third at the moment, but it's not, like, a _thing_.\"\n\nThere was a howl from behind us as Dan, halfway into wolf form, buried his knot in an enthusiastic young witch's ass. I heard Priti whooping among the assorted cheers and moans that followed.\n\n\"Oh, I gotta go see this,\" said Melissa. She downed the rest of her drink. \"Amelia always puts on such a good show. Have fun, sweetie.\" She left Colby with a kiss on the cheek and got up, swaying a little, to join in on the unfolding chaos.\n\nI shuffled up closer to Colby on the couch and took his hand. \"Your wife is magnificent.\"\n\n\"I know,\" Colby laughed. \"She's way out of my league. I'm so lucky.\"\n\n\"Hey, don't do yourself dirty,\" I objected, nudging his arm playfully. \"You're a fine specimen yourself, stud.\"\n\nColby raised an eyebrow. \"Is that so?\" he said.\n\n\"Oh yeah.\" I was already sliding down off the couch and dropping to my knees. \"And that cock looks fantastic even through the fabric. Let me just...\" I yanked down the elastic and he sprung free, already leaking a little precum.\n\nI weighed Colby's cock in my hand, giving it a couple of experimental strokes. \"A cock like this,\" I purred, licking my lips at him, \"is too good not to share.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] Family game night takes an interesting turn when mom brings home a new game called Ultimate Taboo
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"content": " \n\nDear Diary\n\nHappy Sunday. After church, it’ll be the pub for a couple of hours then home for a lovely home-cooked meal, and maybe a family movie tonight. Pretty standard Sunday. But I’ve got to tell you about what happened last night before I go to church.\n\nIt was (obviously) Saturday yesterday, and Saturday night, especially now it’s harder to go out, is normally board game night. My sister calls it ‘bored game night’, because she’s not too fond of board games. She’s tried all kinds – the basics, the strategy ones like Risk and Catan, the role-play ones, and none of them really excite her.\n\nSo last night, mum came home with a new game, which she said was her last gasp effort to get Sam to enjoy board games. It’s not one you’ll find on normal board game sites or in shops – in fact, I’ve no idea where she got it from. It was called ‘Ultimate Taboo’ – like I say, pretty out there...\n\nMum said her friend had recommended it, and it had made their Covid-enforced time together so much more enjoyable and, ahem, stress-relieving.\n\nIn truth, I was pretty embarrassed before she’d even opened the box. It didn’t get much better when she read the rules out. Basically, there’s a board with a circular track, divided into spaces. Each player has a counter, which they move based on a roll of a single die. There’s no finish space – you start from the start and play a pre-agreed number of rounds. So far, so ordinary. So why the, erm, odd-sounding name? \n\nWell, each square contains one of three options – ‘Truth’, ‘Fantasy’, ‘Reality’. For the first two options, there’s a series of question cards which the person on your right picks for you to answer – ‘truth’ is a question about something you’ve done or want to do, and ‘fantasy’ involves you describing a fantasy based on a series of prompts on the card. Oh, and obviously, these are varying degrees of sexual. That sounded bad enough, but reality meant actually doing something, again prompted by a card, with someone else in the game. Yeah, exactly.\n\nI should tell you now that, despite my initial reservations, we all had a great time, and I hope, and suspect, this will become a staple game. So here’s how it went.\n\nWe agreed that, since none of us had any interest in playing with people of the same sex, we would use the central spinner as the rules state to choose our partner for the ‘reality’ parts, but would pick the person of the opposite sex nearest the arrow. So dad and I would only play with Sam and mum, and vice versa. \n\nI got lucky on the first couple of rolls and had to answer some fairly tame truths – who was my first sexual partner, and who was my favourite sexual partner. As it happens, nobody had to play with anybody else for the first three rounds, and since we were just trying it out, we followed the game’s recommendation of five rounds for beginners. \n\nTime’s running short here, so let me summarise what happened in each round until the stuff you really need to know.\n\n**Round 1**\n\nSam described a fantasy involving one of her old teachers, dad told us that he’d only had one other partner than mum (they were only 18 when they got together), mum told us they first had sex on their second date, and I told them that my first partner was a girl named Lucy from school. \n\n**Round 2**\n\nSam told us she’d had two threesomes in her life, both with two boys, dad described a fantasy involving the cast of Star Wars, and mum described a fantasy featuring a bus and a stranger.\n\n**Round 3**\n\nI described a fantasy involving the singers from a popular girl group (I chose Little Mix), dad told us that he currently owns two cock rings, mum told us that one of her fetishes is being blindfolded and tied up, and Sam told us that her favourite place she’s had sex was on the hotel balcony in Spain.\n\nNow, round four was then things started to, erm, heat up. Sam got a truth, and told us she owned two vibrators, a butt plug and a ribbed glass dildo, whilst dad was the first to get a ‘reality’ card. His card was to suck on the body part of his partner’s choice, and the spinner landed on mum. She chose her tits. Apart from the visual, it wasn’t really too weird, since I imagine this is not something new to them. Mum confessed to masturbating when dad was asleep on occasion, and then it was my turn. I also got ‘reality’. My card read “your partner will need to cover your modesty for the next round”. The spinner landed on Sam. So I had to strip naked on the bottom half, then Sam had to use her hands to protect my modesty. I won’t lie – being the only one with their genitals out (at this stage) was a little disconcerting, but it did turn me on a bit. Sam started by trying to hover her hand over my cock and balls so as not to touch them, but quickly discovered this was too much effort and her arm began to ache – so she rested her hand on me. The feeling of my younger sister’s hand cupping my junk was unreal, and I was soon sporting a little more than a semi. Sam told me that if I kept growing she wouldn’t be able to contain it with one hand, and mum reminded her that she had to protect my modesty for the entire next round, using two hands if possible. That’s when she shifted her position and cupped me with both hands. On hand on my shaft and the other cupping my balls. Honestly, I was rock hard within seconds at this point, and quite eager to get the last round over with!\n\nThe last round, and we all landed on ‘reality’. Dad went first, and his card read “receive 2 minutes of oral sex from your partner”. The spinner landed on Sam. It was like she was playing twister, as she was still holding my junk in both her hands as dad got his cock out and she reluctantly started sucking him. He was hard in no time, and his cock was quite impressive. Sadly for him, he didn’t get to finish as the two minutes expired. Next was mum, and she had to kiss her partner for 2 minutes. The spinner chose me. I’d gone from fairly embarrassed when the game started to being naked from the waist down, my hard cock in my sister’s hands, and my mother shoving her tongue down my throat. Honestly, how I didn’t cum in that two minutes I’ll never know. Similarly, it didn’t help when I had to grope my sister for two minutes. \n\nLast it was Sam’s turn, and since she had her hands full, I rolled for her. Her card said “using whatever viable object is nearest to your hands, get yourself off whilst your partner licks your nipples”. Her partner, the game decided, was our dad. But it was unanimously agreed that the most viable object nearest her hands was, erm, my dick. Sadly for Sam, I had been so worked up by all of the stimulation I had that I warned her I was already close to cumming. As it happened, I think I was there in about 30 seconds after Sam had stripped naked and mounted me. She told me that I wasn’t allowed to cum inside her, so she quickly got off and I covered her body. Then my dad ended up rubbing his son’s cum into his daughter’s tits before resuming licking her nips. Of course, I ended up losing rigidity, but Sam had not yet completed her challenge. Cue her trying to coax my cock back in to life. Mum even helped, and by this point we were pretty much all naked. Seeing my naked mum and sister stroke my cock back to life, I didn’t take long to be ready again. I entered Sam and lasted loads longer this time, and she got off on my cock. If we weren’t collectively horny enough before, now we were, and we ended up basically playing all night. I got to fuck my sister again, both her and mum sucked both me and dad, they both got body shots and facials from both of us, and we ended up sharing their king-size bed and swapping partners for a couple of hours. \n\nSo that’s why I think church is a must today. I spent all night in an incestuous daze, and whilst it was fun and I hope we do it again, there’s a lot of confessing we need to do..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Head over heals, a cute new-ish couple move in together. He calls their daily “how was your day?” exchange after work her Daily Debriefing, which she playfully takes rather literally. So now whenever she gets home from work, she *ceremoniously* removes her panties, or strips below the waist.
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"content": "The first thing Lydia heard, once she'd finished wrestling with the sticky lock, was the kettle. If heaven was real, she thought, they'd pipe that low, synthetic roar through the speakers at the pearly gates.\n\nChris was looming over said kettle when she got to the kitchen. Even the sight of him dissolved a huge knot of tension she didn't know she'd been carrying: the gentle giant, beard freshly trimmed, in one of his infinite supply of band T-shirts and his favourite beat-up Levis. Dress-down Friday had died for Chris when he'd started working from home, but he kept the spirit of it.\n\nHe'd pulled out a chair for her at the kitchen table, and Lydia took it with a sigh of relief, pulling off her shoes and tights and stretching her weary legs. She untied her hair, letting it bounce out into a frizzy orange ball of chaos.\n\nThe glasses stayed, though. He liked those.\n\nChris set down a huge mug of tea with everything for her and a huge mug of tea with nothing for himself, taking the seat opposite her.\n\n\"So...\" he began, but Lydia had no intention of letting him go any further. She'd been holding this one in all afternoon.\n\n\"Debrief time!\" she chirped.\n\nHer panties had come down a little when she'd taken off her tights, and she hadn't bothered to fix them; that way, she could stand up and just shimmy out of them as she pulled her skirt up at the front. The thin, neat carpet of flaming red below her tummy stood out against her pale skin, even more than the bright pink folds it kept warm. She gave Chris about three seconds to enjoy the view without distraction, and then spoke.\n\n\"Midyear review! I had my midyear review today,\" she said, nearly stumbling over her words in her excitement. She grinned breathlessly, realising she probably looked very slightly mad and not caring one bit.\n\nChris, head still full of pussy, took a moment to work out what she was getting at. \"How did it go?\" he asked.\n\n\"It. Was. Amazing.\" Lydia clutched at her skirt with glee. \"Priti told me she'd finished that departmental review, and she says I've been handling way more workgroups than I should have and still performing well! So she's going to take some of the load off me, and, and...\"\n\n\"And?\" said Chris. He was grinning too now. When she was this excited, he couldn't help it.\n\n\"Well, they're holding off until they've replaced Arthur to talk about promotions, but -\"\n\n\"Yes!\" Chris whooped, punching the air and immediately tempering his celebration as the table shook and threatened to upend both cups of tea. \"Lyds, I'm so fucking proud of you! I told you you'd make it!\"\n\n\"She's only putting my name forward,\" said Lydia. \"No guarantees. But...\"\n\n\"But you know Priti's going to vouch for you hard. Anyone in their right mind would.\" Chris clasped his hands together. \"Oh, that must be such a relief...\" His attention was wandering again, his gaze divided between her face and her crotch, but she could hardly blame him.\n\n\"It is!\" said Lydia. \"And I just breezed through the rest. Craig called me this afternoon trying to get me to do another slide deck for him, and you know what I did?\" Theatrical pause. \"I told him to look in the shared drive and do it himself! I didn't care!\"\n\nChris laughed, a deep, resonant laugh that brushed against some very sensitive spots in Lydia's brain. \"I guess just telling him to piss off is against comms policy...\"\n\n\"Spoilsports,\" scoffed Lydia, rolling her eyes. \"He _would_ take that to HR, too. Litigious prick.\" As if suddenly remembering, she added, \"Oh, one more thing.\"\n\n\"Hm?\" Chris murmured.\n\n\"Want to lick me out? I've been thinking about it all day.\" Lydia realised that her knees were shaking a little.\n\n\"Thought you'd never ask,\" said Chris, pushing back his chair. Lydia got up too and perched on the edge of the table, between the two teacups. Chris, her giant, her love, knelt between her legs, and she felt his beard tickle under her skirt. She held onto the table's edge, and he held onto her thighs.\n\nLater, she'd return the favour and more. But for now, she threw her head back, closed her legs tight around Chris's head, and let out all the foul language she'd been holding back from Craig in one breathy, shuddering tirade."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your new roommate thinks that masturbation is the greatest sin of all, and will do anything to keep you from it. And they mean *anything.*
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"content": "“NO! I thought we talked about this last night! Don’t you dare!” Alissa cried out.\n\nMore than a little confused, you just stared at her and started to instinctively cover up.\n\n“Don’t play dumb! Here, let me help,” she hurried over and jumped on the bed with you. She sat there in your t-shirt and replaced your hand with hers on your cock. “I can’t believe you. It’s like you didn’t hear a word I said last night.”\n\n“Last night? The rambling about how masturbation is unhealthy? I thought that was some random internet article you read.” \n\nShe sighed, “no it’s serious! There’s been a lot of studies and it can be really bad for the long term health of your penis.” She was still stroking you as she continued. “Think about it, women were made to please men. We’re gentler, and we’re better at it. When you jerk off, it’s too rough and over time you get desensitized. You have to promise me you won’t do it any more.”\n\n“Listen Alissa, when you moved in and said you were fine with sex every now and then I thought this was incredible. And I still -” you catch your breath as she adjusts her technique and impresses you once again, “-I still do find you incredible. But I have needs, and I can’t come to you every day and expect you to fill them at a moment's notice. There’s times when a man just has to take things into his own hands...no pun intended.”\n\n“Seriously? That’s what this is about? You think I can’t handle how often you need to get off? Look, I can handle it,” and to emphasize her point she sped up her stroking. Still somehow gentle though, it did feel much better than self-service. “And besides, our arrangement was before I knew how dangerous it could be for you to handle yourself.” \n\nShe barely finished her sentence as she lowered herself and kissed the tip of your cock. Her tongue began to explore the tip and you forgot completely whatever it was you were talking about.\n\nShe came up and leaned in close, almost whispering, “New arrangement. Whenever you feel the urge to get off, you come to me and let me take care of it. OK?”\n\n“Are you...are you serious?”\n\n“Does it look like I’m joking?” and again to prove her point she resumed licking and kissing your cock as her hand continued a steady pace at the base of your shaft.\n\n“F-Fine,” you manage to stammer out. “But if you’re serious about this, you have to agree to something to.”\n\n“Uh hmm” she hummed back, her mouth now completely wrapped around your cock as her head bobbed up and down expertly. \n\n“Damn, that’s not fair,” again you find it hard to concentrate with how wet this blowjob is. The slurping noises and the occasional gagging are incredible. You somehow gather yourself enough to say “You have to promise that if it’s ever too much for you, or you’re not in the mood, or whatever that you tell me and never do anything you don’t want to do. OK? I get that your really hooked into this ‘masturbation is bad’ thing but I like you too much as a friend to ruin our relationship over this.”\n\nTo your surprise she didn’t stop her blowjob to respond. If anything, she upped the anti and added some divine twists. She pushed her head down and impaled herself on your cock, even stretching out her tongue to reach your balls. After she held herself down for an impressive amount of time she sat back up, lines of spit connected her mouth to your cock for a second on the way up. \n\n“Babe, you’re adorable. You don’t even realize how easy that promise is to make,” she said. “You still don’t understand that for a good guy like you, women are eager to give themselves to you. There are so many jackasses in the world that it’s made most women turn into prudes. But for the right guy, who can make them feel safe, valued, and also thirsted over, they will. do. anything.”\n\n“I’m not sure exactly what you’re talking about, but is that a yes?” you ask, your cock still twitching in her hand.\n\n“Yes silly! Of course! If I ever have any hesitation when you ask, I will let you know. Promise.” She giggled. “But that means you have to promise to never handle yourself again. Any time this big cock needs attention, you come to me and you use my holes, my body, to relieve yourself. Deal?”\n\n“Deal!” \n\n“Good, now where was I? Oh yeah-” and just like that her mouth had enveloped your cock again and she continued sucking like you couldn’t describe. \n\nHer hair was a tussled mess because she has just gotten out of bed so you did the gentlemanly thing and wrapped it up in a makeshift ponytail with your hand. Didn’t hurt that it gave you a better view of her enthusiasm. As if she knew you were watching she slid her legs back on the bed and arched her back to make her ass stick up in the air just enough so you could see that sexy black thong accentuate her curves. Then she looked up at you and locked eyes while she slid her tongue from your balls all the way up to the tip and then took you in her mouth again. She knew how to keep the whole experience wet and sloppy, and you had to admit it was infinitely better than the job your hand was going to do this morning. It wasn’t long after that when you could feel it coming and began to squirm. Being the goddess that she is, Alissa read your body language and did everything just right to draw out the most pleasure from your orgasm as you filled her mouth with hot cum. \n\nShe took a minute to swallow and then proceeded to lick you clean. “Ahh, now isn’t that better? You get what you need, sweet release, and I get what I need: keeping your cock healthy...and your cum of course,” she giggled. “I’m gonna go get dressed for my workout OK? You want to join me or take a nap?” Her smile was so genuine. How did you get so damn lucky? …\n\nTo be continued...if an encore is desired. Let me know what you think. I have a few ideas of where to take this story but suggestions are always welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All her life, she's been on herbal supplements, which she didn't know were suppressing her half-succubus nature. now that she was at college though, she'd slacked off on them, and her figure and libido, amongst other things, were coming into bloom.
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"content": "Emily shuffled self-consciously through the quad on a warm spring day. Despite the warm weather, she wore a jacket and what had previously been her baggiest sweat pants, but even those felt rather tight fitting that morning. All her life Emily had been a petite, diminutive, mild-mannered red head. She was rather plain looking, although slightly cute, and still had an innocent charm about her presence as she hurried through the grassy courtyard. But there was something different about Emily now. \n\nIt wasn't just the new tightness of her sweatpants, or the fullness of her previously flat rear-end that she had examined with embarrassment in the mirror that morning. She felt different. She smelled different. \n\nEmily took her seat in the very back of Calculus 2. A *HUGE* lecture hall seating about 300 students. She slipped off her back pack, set down the folding desk in front of her, opened up her laptop, turned it on and pulled up her notes from last week. She was ever the diligent student. Without thinking, she then pulled off her jacket in the warm, crowded lecture hall. She had not remembered putting on that particular form-fitting spaghetti strap top that morning. Although she had remembered how tight her bra had felt. And it felt even tighter now as she adjusted her shirt in the warm, crowded lecture hall. Far in the front, a TA was blabbering about derivatives and curves. Emily was pre-occupied with examining her own curves as she pulled at the straps of her top, trying to pull it up to conceal a little more of her now apparently ample cleavage. \n\nFor years her breasts had been small, petite, and perky, just like the rest of her. But that morning, they felt and looked significantly fuller. Probably at least a cup size, Emily had thought as she had forced her bra on. Now, just a few hours later, they looked even larger as Emily looked down and fussed over her cleavage that was far, far too much. She was practically spilling out. Hey lacy black 32B undergarment was currently trying to contain plump and no less perky breasts that needed at least a D cup. The white top and black bra concealed very little. And Emily wasn't the only one to notice.\n\nShe looked and saw Steven Magnuson seated three stops away from her in the back aisle, with no one between them, and his eyes directly on her chest, his jaw an inch open. As her eyes met his, he looked away towards the TA and pretended to scribble something on his notepad. Emily blushed and crossed her arms in front of her chest. But then she looked back at Steve...\n\nSteve was also a freshman. The star recruit for the basketball team. Tall. Rather handsome. Strong. He seemed like a nice guy. Yesterday Emily might have said she had a crush on him, were that not so juvenile. And now she had just caught him starting at her... Emily let out a small smile, uncrossed arms, leaned back and stretched her arms high up in the air, let out a wide, silent, fake yawn. Her chest rose into the air in front of her as she stretched. Steve dropped his pen. It was now his turn to blush...\n\n[To be continued.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You needed a new remote for your TV and found one for cheap online. You thought the website was pretty sketchy, but the payment went through fine and it delivered the next day. Looking at it though, you were confused what all these buttons even did. "Arouse?" Must be some translation mix-up.
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"content": "\"Hah, yep!\" The burly delivery man grunted as he moved a crate from his truck into Lana's garage. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he left to his truck.\n\nWhat could be in this crate? Lana thought to herself. I don't remember ordering anything this big! She tilted her head ponderingly. Her wavy hair bounced lightly above her white band shirt.\n\n\"Miss, could I have you sign this for me.\" Putting his hand on the paperwork he read aloud, \"confirm that you received one, uh... remote?\" He scratched his head as he handed over a clipboard.\n\n\"Yes I ordered a remote... but a television remote.\"\n\n\"That's not a tv remote,\" he laughed, \"and if it was, that's way too large a crate.\" Taking a crowbar off the dolly he waved it around. \"Here I'll pop it for ya.\"\n\nLana nodded then looked to the paperwork. She shrugged and reluctantly signed it.\n\nAs the delivery man removed the lid it revealed a large black case and a remote on top of it. Then he blushed.\n\n\"Alright mam, I gotta get back to my family.\" His cheeks were red hot as he turned to grab the paperwork from Lana, \"good luck with your... remote.\" Leaving with his equipment, the delivery driver hurried into his truck and drove off. Lana waved and thanked him as he went.\n\nWhy was he so fast to leave?\n\nLana walked up to the box, looked inside, then picked up the remote.\n\nBlushing, she quickly realized why the man was in a hurry. The buttons had many options, but not those for a television. Arouse, lick, grope, penetrate, a slider notch above it, finish, smack, and more.\n\n\"Wahh,\" she shrieked aloud, the noise reverberating throughout the garage.\n\n\"Mam, you ok in there?\" A jogger called from the sidewalk.\n\n\"Y, yes, it was just a spider.\" She smiled and waved him off before closing the garage door.\n\nStaring at the black box inside she looked for a way to open it. Unfortunately there wasn't any luck. There were no notches or grooves to open it with.\n\nLooking at the remote she noticed that there was no open button. She hovered over the word 'foreplay'.\n\n\"I-I guess I could figure out what this does.\" She said to herself.\n\nPressing the button she heard the sound of a mechanical seal being broken. It caused the rest of the crate surrounding the black box to fall off.\n\nLight peered through the crack above the box as it opened. First dim, then intensely bright. She covered her eyes to look away. Only looking back as the light dimmed again.\n\nOut from the box appeared a slender naked man with dark hair. His muscles fine toned. Lana watched as it got out from the box and moved towards her. Backing into the wall Lana scrambled for the door behind her as the man edged closer.\n\nWhat, who is he? Why is he naked?\n\nSwiftly she opened the door that connected the house and garage, shut the door behind her, and pressed herself against it.\n\n\"Presence not detected, unit powering down.\" The voice from the other side sounded human, but robotic in nature.\n\n\"Wait don't tell me, this remote controls that thing!\" She said with disbelief. Her jaw hung open as she stared at the controls once again. What the hell did I order?\n\nChecking her phone quickly she opened her e-mail and went to the purchase order. Only the words universal remote appeared in the listing. They send this stuff through ebay? It doesn't say a damn thing about a human robot!\n\nOpening the door slightly, Lana looked into the garage. The android sat on the floor crisscross and eyes closed. The box remained open.\n\nShe pressed against the cloth of her white shirt. Her heart was still pumping heavily.\n\nTaking a while to cool down Lana thought it over. It has been a while, since the last time I've... done anything.\n\nLooking at the remote she looked at the 'move' function. I guess I could try. Swallowing the lump in her throat she pressed it.\n\nImmediately the android came to its feet and asked, \"where to mam?\"\n\n\"Inside.\"\n\nUsing the manual and through trial and error eventually Lana got the android inside. They made their way to the living room, and on the couch. Registering information she gave it her name and she gave him the name of Andy.\n\nThe android's height came to a full head above her, naked compared to the light shorts and shirt she wore, and more fit where as Lana did not have chiseled muscles. Staring at his crotch she took note of his penis. It's that big flaccid?\n\nShe looked away and back to the remote eyeing the 'Lover's Mode'. Fumbling through the manual she found that lover's mode was a way to imitate the love and warmth of an actual human.\n\n\"That... would be nice.\" She said to herself. Without much thought she pressed the button.\n\nAndy leaned in and kissed her cheek. \"Dear, I've missed you so.\"\n\nShe blushed and looked down, then back up again.\n\nAndy leaned in for a kiss and without much thought, she pushed into him. As she did his arms curled around her and held her tight. It feels so warm, so real.\n\nPulling away from Andy, her saliva stuck and drug out like a web before breaking. \"I've missed you too.\"\n\n\"Would you like to continue, love?\"\n\nBiting her lip, she replied quietly, \"yes.\" Then clicked the foreplay button on the remote next to her.\n\nPushing himself onto her Andy slid his hands over her waist causing Lana to moan out and arch her back. I'm so sensitive, it has been so long.\n\nMoving his hands up under her shirt Andy found Lana's bare breasts and fondled them. Leaning her over into the couch he kissed her again. This time with tongue.\n\n\"Nhh, ah,\" breaking free of his lips momentarily, she moaned out and clawed in his bare back.\n\nAndy continued to fondle with one hand and move his other down to her waist line. Traveling further down it circled around her thigh and into the bottom of her loose shorts. Able to reach her panties from underneath, Andy began to rub on her vagina.\n\nOh fuck, it's just a damn robot, but if feels so good. She looked to the remote then clicked the 'Oral' button.\n\nRemoving its hands from her body it repositioned on top of her and removed her shorts and panties. Revealing her beautiful set of lips.\n\nMoving down Andy positioned his head down and began to lick and suck.\n\n\"Oh, fuck, Andy!\"\n\nMoving his tongue from the bottom of the lips to the top he began to circle on the clitoris. Slowly Lana began to twitch her legs until full wrapping them around Andy's head. She squeezed him tightly between her legs and quivered dropping the remote behind her.\n\nMoaning she began to use her hands to clutch the upholstery and gasped for air. I almost can't handle it.\n\nClick. What did I just push?\n\n\"Babe, would you mind repositioning over the couch.\"\n\n\"Y-yes.\" Lana turned over and wondered what she pressed. That was before Andy put his hands on her hips. Then slowly rubbed the tip of his cock between her thighs and onto the entry of her vagina.\n\nAndy from behind her leaned in and slowly inserted the tip.\n\n\"Hah,\" Lana gasped and held her breath as Andy penetrated slowly inch by inch until she pushed into him. Letting go of her breath she moaned out loud as the first smack of her ass to his body rang out.\n\nHe began to thrust, pushing hard and deep. \"Ahn, you're so tight.\" Andy said as he smacked her ass.\n\nPushing into him faster, Andy picked up the pace. The noise of their sex getting louder and louder.\n\nClick. Lana looked down as she realized she accidentally pressed another button. In that instant she felt a strange sensation push against her asshole. \"Whoa, whoa, that's never...\" Lana called out as she was penetrated by another phallus. \"Ahh,\" she moaned as she eased into it.\n\nPulling on her hair with one hand and the other on her waist. Andy plowed into her.\n\n\"Ohhoh yeah,\" she couldnt contain herself any longer. \"Fuck me, like that, yes.\"\n\nAndy kept his pace not breaking stride.\n\n\"Yes, ahhh!\" Moving a hand to her clit Lana started rubbing in circles. \"Right there. I'm close.\"\n\nAndy smacked her ass and continued to thrust in. \"Me too. I'm cumming.\"\n\n\"Fill me up!\"\n\nLana moaned out and bit the cushions as Andy erupted into her releasing glops of warm liquid into both of her holes\n\nPulsating, she shook and gasped for air. \"Hah, Andy, you, you're amazing.\"\n\n\"You were great dear.\"\n\nLaying there quivering over the arm of the couch she stayed there with Andy inside her for a couple of moments before picking up the remote again.\n\nAftercare. She pressed the button and Andy slowly removed himself from her. Semen like liquid pooling out. She let out one tiny moan and let Andy care for her.\n\n- \n\nEdited for corrections and minor changes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young guard discovers that the princess he had been protecting for several years was actually a futa! She offers a taste of her royal rod in exchange for his silence.
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"content": "Cedric hadn't planned to peep, not in the slightest. He did his duties for years, and he hadn't abused his service as a protector to merely spy on royal assets, so to speak. Still, things weren't looking good. Dear Princess Araleiya, sole heiress to the throne if both queen and king were to perish, she was in her room, and hadn't responded. And with talk of assassins and poisoners recently, Cedric couldn't take chances.\n\nWell, and that is how he got into this uncomfortable position, standing inside the bedchambers of the princess, the door to her private bath ajar, and caught like a deer in the headlights. And he wasn't the one in the nude. No, instead he got a full glimpse of those royal assets he guarded, including some that were unusual.\n\n\"Pardon the intrusion, o princess!\" Cedric exclaimed, hoping that she was in a good enough mood to get out of this with just transporting cake or a plate of delicacies from the kitchen to her quarters, \"I had merely presumed the worst as you did not reply.\"\n\nCedric wasn't one to spy in the slightest, but he was still attentive to the princess, as it had saved his own skin several times and would normally help him get away from the worst. But that smile she put up, was new, foreign to him. Maybe it was the fact that she was so blatantly in the nude, maybe it estranged him that a feminine and voluptious beauty such as her had such a blatantly male organ between her legs, a sizable, though still reasonable penis that seemed to bob up and down right now.\n\"Come in. Close the door behind you.\" Princess Araleiya ordered, but without the screaming or the fury he feared to hear, nor the pleasantry and sweetness he had wished to hear. Perhaps a tranquil fury, or a distracted honesty that he hadn't been privy to before.\n\nCedric closed the door, and as he entered the bath, the only thing seperating him from those royal assets on display were but half a meter of air and about a centimeter of his own armor. Once again he tried to read the mood, but alas, it evaded him, though he couldn't lie that his mind wandered more and more to the strange cock between the lady's leg. It seemed perhaps similar in size to his own, maybe a bit bigger even, and it seemed to rise. That could mean arousal, or just influence from heat or other occurences. Perhaps she was thinking about someone before his entry?\n\nCedric realized he hadn't said anything, and the princess hadn't said anything, ever since the door had closed. A whole minute of silence, in which he had done nothing but observe the male part of the female royalty. And as much as he feared her wrath, he knew she noticed. \"What is your concern, Princess Araleiya?\"\n\n\"You know what my concerns are, Cedric. But if you don't, let me spell them out. One, you have seen something you should not have, not now, not ever. If you talk, if this becomes known, the results could be disastrous, even on just a political scale. So, I will have to quieten you.\"\n\nCedric listened, and presumed himself witness to her tranquil fury. Thus, he sputtered out arguments, fell over his own words, tried to save his own skin by the most honesty he could muster: \"I- Princess, I wouldn't talk! I don't- I protected you for years, what would I gain- Please, you don't have to be rid of me! I will do whatever it takes!\"\n\n\"Ah-ah-ah...\" She scolded Cedric, wagging her finger. \"I was not done yet. There is a second concern of mine. Can you figure it out?\" She paused, and seemed to wait for reply. \"Come on, Cedric, you know it. You are no eunuch, right?\"\n\nCedric looked at her, this time without any reservations or etiquette. Flushed face, would make sense if she bathed hot, trembling legs and a dampening floor, again a result of bathing too warm for too long. Alas, he could not lie to himself, with the obviously prepared sexual organ that just presented itself to him, those were put into context.\n\n\"You are aroused beyond own relief, is it not?\" Cedric said, surprised at his own unabashedness, though perhaps that was the prospects of perhaps not living a day more than today.\n\n\"Precisely.\" The princess replied, and stepped towards her guard. \"So, Cedric... You have two choices. You either help me with both my concerns, and give me something that can ruin you if it comes out as well, or you walk out that door and join your grandparents before you can say *Mercy*.\"\n\nCedric nodded. \"What do you want me to do?\" The princess had gone closer, and by now the warmth of her body seeped through the metal of his plate. She was close.\n\nShe replied: \"But only what you wish to do. And I know you wish to do it. The question is where you want to experience it first, and if you have the experience.\"\n\nCedric was surprised. Princess Araleiya was best described as aloof, otherworldly, sometimes a bit strange in her moods. Never did he take her for one to hear gossip, or to observe things kept outside the royals sight on purpose. \"You... wish for me to partake in your scepter?\"\n\n\"I think you wish to do it. So please get to it, my dear Cedric, it is starting to hurt.\" With that, Cedric felt her hands on his shoulders, and push him down gently. Now, he was face to face with the strangest asset the Princess posessed. Even on a close inspection it seemed like a prime candidate of the male genitalia, a perfect and perfectly normal cock. A clear fluid dribbled downwards from the tip, and Cedric was mesmerized. \nA flick of his tongue broke his inaction, and he lapped up the salty, sweet and so familiar taste that presented itself. It caused much a feminine gasp from the princess as he partook in the taste of her rod.\nIt was hardened and firm, yet so soft as to follow his lips effortlessly. He took in what of it he could, paying attention to not graze her flesh with his own teeth, and breathed through the nostrils. A mere whiff of the odors intoxicated him, and much like in the barracks in his youngest days, he was mesmerized. Cedric almost forgot the princess attached to this prime specimen of lust, so eager was he to indulge in things he hadn't for such a long while. He grew faster, not to please her more but to please his tongue which begged for more, to stave off his loins, which urged him to go further, and to serve his throat, begging for more, begging to choke to death on this pristine penis if it had to be.\n\nIn that regard, the feminine moans of Princess Araleiya were almost a turnoff for Cedric, but as they said: Almost only counts in horseshoes. Instead, he eagerly took in the sight of a well-kempt crotch, with fluff shaven to the symbol of a crown, and the entrancing sight of it all moving into his face and back again as both he and her took in to a rhythm."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Instead of fading away as people grow up, imaginary friends instead become more real, growing up alongside them,eventually becoming fully visible and tangible. Sometimes, they become... More than friends.
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"content": "Imaginary friends with Benefits \n\nMoving away from his home for the first time was hard. The college Spencer went to seemed great but he had such anxiety about meeting new people. He always had that's why Lulu the Unicorn princess showed up in the first place. Moving around from base to base she was his only constant friend. \n\nHis dad was furious his son had such a fu-fu little imaginary friend. That is until she started to become visible, in his later teens. \n\nLulu had a small singular horn that she was self conscious about. She had a tight athletic frame and small breasts that she kept tucked away in her sports bra, once she decided to ditch the fluffy princess dresses. In fact, thanks to her horn, putting on shirts over head was difficult. Also, her legs became horse-like below the knee, ending in hooves, making yoga pants and some shorts impossible. Thongs and sports bras were what she wore when exercising or hanging around.\n\nThere was a housing shortage at the college when Spencer got there so he found himself living in a hotel for the first few months. It was nice, but it moved him away from the other students socially. Luckily Lulu came with him. There was only one bed so she had to share with Spencer. \n\nA few weeks in he walked in on her in the shower and found out she was a natural purple-head. Spencer was really embarrassed, but it got him thinking. When she really likes something the long flowing hair on her head sparkles and changes colors. Would her pubic hair change too?\n\nAfter weeks of being lonely at this new school, Lulu caught him masterbating. Instead of running out embarrassed, like Spencer did when he walked in on her, she sat on the bed next to him.\n\n\"You know Spence, we have been friends a long time, have you ever thought of…\" her words trailed off and her soft hand wandered towards his penis and wrapped around it. \"We could help each other since we are such good friends.\" She pulled her pink thong to the side and revealed a cute little pussy that Spencer couldn't help but finger. It squeezed his finger and made his whole body tingle. In no time Lulu had him cumming.\n\n\"Spencer, since I helped you out could you do me a favor?\" Lulu asked in a sweet voice as she licked his cum off her hand.\n\n\"S-sure. Lulu, for you anything.\" Spencer answered.\n\n\"Great!\" Lulu perked up at the answer. \"I have never been ridden before and I hear the first time a unicorn has a rider it can be hard for them to stay on…\" Lulu lost her confidence in the middle of the sentence.\n\n\"So you want me to…\" Spencer couldn't finish the sentence.\n\n\"Try me down and ride me until I'm broken in.\" Lulu said it and then bit her lip. \"You may need to do it a few times. So we can be sure I won't buck a rider off.\"\n\n\"No, that would be embarrassing. Did you want to try now?\" Spencer asked hopefully. His cock was already getting hard again. \n\n\"No, silly. You need to get the proper equipment, but I will lick your man horn if you suck on my nipples.\"\n\n\"S-sure.\" Spencer was excited.\n\n\"If you do it right something comes out.\" Lulu said as she pulled her bra off and moved so he could put one of her pink nipples in his mouth. He was expecting warm milk but something else filled his mouth, while she moaned. \n\n\"Is that Cherry Coke coming out of your nipples?\" \n\n\"Yes but it changes brand when I cum.\" Lulu said as she fingered herself. \"I hope you didn't expect sex with unicorn royalty to be boring.\" She said it with a smug smile as she slid down and took his whole cock into her mouth. He looked at her perfect ass sticking up behind her with her long purple horse tail twitching in the air.\n\nHe didn't last too long in her mouth but Lulu didn't seem to mind at all.\n\n(More parts to come. Just getting started.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a side effect of her strong telepathy, she experiences it whenever anyone has a fantasy about her...
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"content": "Emily brushed her dark hair behind her ear as she leaned against the side of the subway car. It was mostly empty just the way she liked it. She always tried to travel when there were the fewest possible people. Because of her telepathic powers it was hard to suppress the bleed from other people's thoughts. Road rage and worry about being late made driving almost impossible so she was stuck with public transit. \n\nShe buried herself in her book, trying not to attract anyone's attention but Emily felt the shift. Looking down she sighed, it was happening again. Gone were her shapeless clothes and the large scarf wrapped around her. Instead she was dressed in a tight leather corset, cinched tight with silver buckles across her flat stomach. Her tits were pushed up on display but not exposed. Her pants had disappeared instead she wore a silver studded pair of leather panties and fishnets. Her comfortable shoes were knee length black boots with four inch heels.\n\nRolling her eyes Emily looked at her hands, instead of a book a leather riding crop rested in one hand gently striking the palm of the other. Looking up Emily found the source of the fantasy. A older man was standing in the middle of the subway wrists handcuffed to the overhead bar, naked except for a studded leather dog collar. \n\nEmily stood smiling haughtily, striking her palm with the crop with increased force. Her long legs carried her over to the man and she circled him, caressing his bare skin with the end of the crop.\n\n\"You pathetic worm,\" Emily purred, her voice more husky and sensual than ever. \"What makes you think you are worthy to worship at the feet of Mistress Dominique?\"\n\nThe stranger lifted his chin to face Emily his mouth opening to answer but she struck him with the crop, smacking his ass with the leather instrument. \n\n\"You're not worthy to look at my beauty you maggot.\" Emily growled before running the crop over his hardening cock, it seemed the caress of the crop was exciting him. She laughed. \"You call that a cock? You couldn't please a woman with that even if she wasn't a goddess like me.\"\n\n\"Yes Mistress,\" the grey haired man whined. \"Please Mistress let this unworthy slug lick your boots.\"\n\nSinking back into a throne that appeared beneath her Emily crossed her legs bouncing the upper leg and extending it towards the pathetic slave. Somehow his hands were free and he sunk to his knees before her. His lips began to caress and kiss up the length of her boots as she teased and caressed his head and shoulders with the crop.\n\n\"Next stop, Main Street Station.\" The automated announcement interrupted the scene and Emily found herself staring at her book again. Well that was a different one. Not uncommon but that hadn't happened in a while. She watched the stranger get off the train and wondered idly about what he actually did for a living. Looked like upper management of some kind for a company. She could have scanned his thoughts but honestly it wasn't worth the effort.\n\nTrying to figure out where she left off on the page, Emily continued to read her book. Two stops later she got off and headed up the stairs toward her favorite coffee shop. Slipping inside she glanced at the register. It was after rush hour so there was barely a line and she slipped in right as the person before her was finishing their order.\n\n\"Hi! Welcome to Brew-ti-ful Beans, what can we get for you today?\" The barista was new, probably a college student, part of her pixie cut blonde hair dyed a dark blue. She smiled broadly at Emily and rang up the order as Emily spoke.\n\n\"Can I get a tall latte with two pumps of vanilla syrup?\" Emily said returning the smile politely.\n\n\"And a name for the order?\" The co-ed beamed as she held up a cup. \n\n\"Emily,\" She answered before heading over to sit at a table by the window. \n\n\"Here you go,\" the barista said as she set the cup on the table. Emily reached for it, her fingers brushing across the barista's as she did. Glancing up her eyes met the blonde haired woman's and she lingered. The blonde looked away shyly, blushing and started walking away. \n\nLooking at the cup Emily spotted that her name had been written in flowing cursive and the \"i\" was dotted with a heart. Underneath her name a number had been written along with a short message \"Call me - Stacy\" as well as XOXOX. Glancing up she saw the blonde was walking toward the ladies room rather than behind the counter. With a smile she rose from the table her coffee forgotten as she followed the blonde.\n\nWhen she slipped through the door Emily turned and locked it behind her. Turning around Stacy kissed her deeply and her tongue played with Emily's. The long lingering kiss lasted as the blonde pressed her up against the door, her warm body pressed against Emily's. \n\n\"God you are so hot,\" Stacy whispered, and Emily grinned back at her. Reaching down she untied the black apron and pulled it off, at the same time Stacy unbuttoned Emily's coat and slipped it off. Underneath she was wearing a tight low cut blouse that showed off a deep valley of cleavage. \n\n\"You're sexy too you know,\" Emily purred and lifted the blonde's uniform shirt off of her. The blonde was wearing a dark black bra that framed her smaller breasts. The B cup bra didn't last much longer though as Emily expertly unhooked it and tossed it to the floor. \n\nStacy's fingers worked quickly on Emily's blouse and she was surprised to find she had forgotten a bra, her heavy F cup tits heaving with lust as Stacy leaned in and kissed down over Emily's neck and down the valley of Emily's massive cleavage. The blonde continued lower hands still stripping Emily of her clothes. As her pants hit the floor Emily stepped out of them even as Stacy kissed over her trimmed mound, hot breath caressing Emily's dripping sex. \n\nSliding into the corner of the room Emily braced herself and tossed one leg over Stacy's shoulder. As Emily spread her legs Stacy eagerly drove between the dark haired girl's thighs, tongue sliding along her slit before teasing her clit. Emily moaned at the sudden pleasure that washed over her,\n. One hand dropped to slide through the blonde and blue hair of the sexy girl eating her cunt expertly. \n\nWrithing in pleasure as Stacy expertly sucked and licked her clit Emily whimpered and bit her lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Unable to hold back she came hard, practically covering the blondes face in pussy juice as she slapped the wall as she came harder than she could ever remember. As she panted and recovered Stacy kissed up her body stopping to lick and suck at Emily's heavy tits. \n\nMoaning deeply Emily groaned at the sheer pleasure of Stacy suckling at her thick nipple. Fingers still entwined in the blonde's hair she lifted the girl up and kissed her deeply, tasting her own juices on the blonde's pink lips. Pushing Stacy back she lifted her up to the edge of the sink and knelt before her. Pulling down the girl's slacks she found a bare and wet cunt waiting for her.\n\nEmily slid between the blonde's thighs her tongue sliding deep into the Stacy's waiting slit. Her tongue seemed longer than ever as she slid it deep inside of the girl who gasped in surprise. Wrapping her arms around Stacy's thighs to hold her in place Emily moaned into the cunt before her. The blonde arched her back and moaned loudly, apparently not concerned who could hear her as she rode Emily's face. Emily devoured the other girl licking and sucking at the sweet tangy juices the blonde leaked as she quivered in pleasure. Her heavy breasts swaying beneath her Emily sucked on the girl's clit and took her over the edge the blonde screaming in pleasure as she came. \n\n\"Vanilla Latte for Emily?\" A male barista called out holding up the cup. Emily snapped out of the fantasy and looked around. That one was a little more subtle and realistic than most. She held up her hand and the barista set the cup down for her to grab. Reaching in her wallet she pulled a few bills out for a tip. On a whim she pulled an extra five and wrote her name and number on a piece of paper that she folded to wrap around the bill.\n\nAs she walked to pick up her drink Emily put the tip in the jar but then walked past the register slipping Stacy the other bill. Smiling to herself Emily thought about the blonde as she headed for work. Stacy was definitely fun, even if she did have unrealistic expectations about the size of Emily's tits.\n\nAs she headed down the street towards the office she encountered two more fantasies. Both were boringly mundane. Bent over a park bench for one and over a post office box for another. Neither was interesting enough to make up for the delay in her schedule. Hell, one of them didn't even imagine she clinaxed... Selfish prick.\n\nPushing her way into the office she paused a moment and checked her hair. Loosening her coat to show off a little cleavage she grinned to herself. As she walked towards the security desk she glanced at Marcus sitting behind his station. The handsome security guard looked up at her and blushed.\n\n\"Good morning Em,\" Marcus said in a cheerful tone as she swiped her badge.\n\n\"A good morning to you too, Marcus,\" Emily purred in her sexiest voice, bending over his desk to look at his coffee cup. \"New mug?\"\n\nMarcus stuttered and she knew he was staring down her blouse. She could feel the shift happening as his mind went wild. This was one of her favorite parts of her day.\n\nLike this story, want to see more? [ErosStory](https://www.reddit.com/user/ErosStory/comments/j9eobi/support_my_writing_on_patreon/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: If you free a genie, you get three wishes. The genie is bound until it grants all three. When a genie is bound to the head of a frat house, the wishes take a backseat to what else the sexy genie could possibly do for tham.
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"content": "Oliver had found the box when he was moving into the master bedroom at the Phi Upsilon Kappa house. Now that he was president he got a bigger bedroom all to himself and he'd been cleaning stuff out of the closet when he'd found an old box. Curious he had opened it up and found an old brass lamp. But when Oliver plugged it in the light bulb didn't turn on. Instead, it sparked and purple smoke came out and the purple smoke took the form of a woman. A really attractive woman.\n\n\"Hello, mortal.\" The woman said in a bored voice. \"Thank you for freeing me from my lamp. I am Phadra the Decadent and I can make all your hedonistic wishes come true.\" She looked around the room and sighed as she pulled out an old crumbling scroll. \"First, a few rules. You have been blessed with three wishes. You cannot wish for more wishes or more genies, we're smarter than that. No wishing for world peace, or to rule the world, or any other dumb shit like that. I'm a genie, not a goddess. Your wishes must start with the words 'I wish...' We don't try to screw you into making a wish with every random question like we used to. I'm obligated to tell you that if you use the words 'I wish...' while in my presence, whatever follows will count as your wish, even if you didn't intend it to. I will be bound to you until you have used all 3 of your wishes, at which point I will disappear and no, you can't just turn the lamp on again or give the lamp to your friend and have him turn the lamp on. It doesn't work like that.\" The woman... the genie... rolled up the scroll and it disappeared in a poof of smoke and sparks. \"So... what'll it be frat boy? Bigger dick? Endless supply of beer? Peephole into the sorority bathroom next door? I don't have all day.\"\n\n\"Ummm, uhhh, give me a minute to think, ok?\" Oliver looked at her in confusion.\n\nPhadra rolled her eyes and sighed and threw herself down on Oliver's bed. \"Ugh, fine, take your time. You got any liquor in here? I could use a fucking drink it's been fucking forever.\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah, sure.\" Oliver pulled a bottle of vodka from under his bed and handed it to her. \"I probably have some soda too for you to mix....\" He stopped as he watched Phadra unscrew the top and start guzzling the vodka straight down.\n\n\"Ahhhh... that hits the spot. You frat boys have the best vices. No wonder I get summoned to colleges all the time.\" Phadra lounged on his bed, still taking gulps from the vodka bottle and Oliver took the opportunity to look her over. She was probably the hottest woman he had ever seen. Long, silky brown hair cascading down her back. Unusual purple eyes framed in long, thick eyelashes. Plump lips coated in a pinkish sheen. Her top was little more than a gold bikini, barely covering her perky tits. Gold chains dangled off her neck, between her breasts, and on her arms. More golden chains dangled from her bikini over her bare stomach, laying across her perfect abs. She was wearing a long purple skirt that hid her legs, but Oliver could see that there were slits cut up all the way to her hips, the sides held together by more gold chains. Oliver noticed one chain dangling off the bed. He followed it with his eyes, and found it led back to the lamp. What he had thought was some sort of decorative piece was actually a ring... a handle to Phadra's chain?\n\nOliver picked it up hesitantly and the chain made a clinking noise that drew Phadra's attention. She looked over and saw Oliver holding the chain. \"Oh, yeah, that's my tether. Keeps me tied to the lamp and whoever summoned me. It's magical so no one can take it from you. You can wear the ring as a bracelet and then dismiss me or summon me as you want until you've used your wishes. Honestly, most people don't ever really use it since it doesn't actually take people that long to be like 'I wish I was a millionaire, super attractive, and married to a celebrity...' or whatever else they wish for.\"\n\n\"Is that really what most people wish for?\" Oliver asked, genuinely curious. He honestly had no idea what to use his wishes on and Phadra wasn't helping by being so rude and pushy.\n\n\"Pretty much, yeah. I'm the genie of hedonism, debauchery, and gratification, so I normally get summoned by college kids or alcoholics or sluts or instagram influencers or whatever. Lots of wishes for endless booze, or riches, or looks, or sex. Those base primal urges.\" Phadra rolled over and gave Oliver a long, slow, look up and down, her eyes lingering on his crotch for a few seconds too long. She grinned up at him ferally. \"I'm sure you're familiar with those urges.\"\n\nOliver gulped, but before he could respond, his door flew open and his best friend Tyler barreled in. \"Oliver, hurry up and get down here! We're about to start a beer pong tournament.... WOAH!\" Tyler's eyes went wide as he took in Phadra, laying seductively on Oliver's bed. \"Sorry, dude, didn't know you had company. Seriously smoking hot company.\" Tyler wiggled his eyebrows at Oliver.\n\nPhadra smiled at Tyler and practically purred. \"Oh, don't worry, handsome. You weren't interrupting anything. Oliver just has some decisions to make. But I could use some company while I wait. You want to have a drink with me?\" She waved the almost empty vodka bottle at Tyler. Tyler looked questioningly at Oliver, who just shrugged at him in return and then nodded.\n\n\"Uhhh, yeah, sure, would love to.\" Tyler flopped on the bed next to Phadra, trying to look cool and failing miserably. He took a sip from the bottle she offered him, and almost choked when he tasted the straight vodka. \"I love a girl who knows her way around a vodka bottle.\"\n\nOliver watched Tyler take another sip and then hand the bottle back to Phadra. \"Oh really?\" she smirked. \"Then you should really try my kamikaze shooters. Guaranteed to get the party started.\"\n\n\"Yeah? Are you a bartender or something?\" Tyler asked innocently. Oliver watched his best friend ogling Phadra. \"I don't know how long you're sticking around, but you should totally stay and party with us. PHUK throws the best ragers.\"\n\n\"Hmmmm... Is that so?\" Phadra licked her lips and Oliver watched as Tyler gulped and awkwardly shifted his jeans. He knew Tyler had to have a raging hard on by now. Hell, even Oliver was at half-chub and he was across the room, still leaning against the closet door. \"I guess it depends on whether or not Oliver's made his decision.\" She winked at Tyler and then turned her head to face Oliver. \"Well, Oliver? Have you decided what it is you want from me yet?\" She drained the rest of the vodka bottle and tossed it onto the floor. The movement made the chains on her tits bounce and sway, drawing both boys' eyes to her chest. She laughed throatily and bent one knee, causing the slit in her skirt to open wide, revealing the shadows of her thighs underneath.\n\nOliver's mouth went dry. \"Ummm, no, not yet. I haven't made up my mind.\"\n\n\"Well, in that case...\" In barely a blink, Phadra sat up and swung her legs over Tyler's body, so she was straddling his crotch. She gripped his hair, pulling him in for a long, deep kiss. Oliver saw Tyler's eyes go wide again as he barely had time to react before Phadra pulled her lips away from his and moved them to his ear. \"It seems I'm stuck in this plane for a little longer and I *hate* being bored. Do you think you can help me out with that?\"\n\n\"Uhhhhhh....\" Tyler's brain had clearly melted out of his ears from Phadra's kiss because he looked back and forth between Oliver and Phadra without forming any words.\n\nBut Oliver had a few words. \"What the hell are you doing?\" he asked her.\n\nShe rolled her eyes, even as her hands began caressing Tyler's arms and chest. \"I'm Phadra the **Decadent**. I'm the genie of **hedonism**, **debauchery**, and **gratification**. \" Her words dripped with haughty condescension, worse than any sorority girl Oliver knew. \"I've been stuck in my lamp for what feels like years and I've been summoned to a frat house on a college campus. What do you *think* I'm doing? If you're going to take your sweet, sweet time deciding on your wishes, well, I'm going to fucking enjoy myself while I wait. The booze was a nice start, but sex'll be even better. Maybe we'll see if there are any drugs around later.\"\n\nShe gave Tyler another long kiss and clearly broke through any boundaries Oliver's friend had had about hooking up with a girl on Oliver's bed. As Tyler's mouth began feasting on Phadra's neck and his hands began groping at her breasts, Phadra looked over her shoulder at Oliver again. \"Don't worry. I'll fuck you too if you want. The more the merrier, eh?\"\n\nOliver just shook his head disbelievingly as he watched Phadra and Tyler start going at it. Damn, she had moves. And it seemed like she was in the mood to go a little wild. Ideas started swirling in Oliver's head as he looked down at the ring in his hand... maybe he could hold on to his wishes for a little longer. Maybe, just maybe, he could be the best President PHUK had ever seen.\n\n\"Oh yeah... the boys are going to loveeee this!\" he whispered to himself. Then he climbed onto the bed to join them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She told her friends that it was easy for her to unlock herself from handcuffs, even with her hands behind her back, and it would have been... if she hadn't forgotten her key at home. The rest of this party was going to be interesting...
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"content": "Tags: >!Tickling!< >! Wedgies!< >! WAM !< >! ENF !< >! Bondage!<\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Uh, yeah, easy peasy…”\n\nFrowning, I felt in my back pocket again. No key. The key was there. It had to be there! I remembered picking it up and putting it in my back pocket...\n\n…right before deciding to change pants. I felt my face go hot, and this was not lost on my crowd. I had to have remembered to put them in the right pants, right? Maybe they slid down…I let out a small yelp as I grabbed my pants the wrong way and accidentally *wedgied* myself.\n\n“Uh, you okay Heather?” Luke asked, looking genuinely concerned.\n\nI cleared my throat, glancing at the ceiling as I gathered myself to do what was necessary. “Y-yeah fine I just…uh…anybody know how to pick a lock? I forgot the keys at home.”\n\nYou wouldn’t expect two guys and two girls to laugh that loudly, and I was suddenly glad Beth’s parents always go for a movie during D&D night. My entire face and chest got hot with deep humiliation as my closest friends fell out against their various couches and chairs laughing at me. The idiot who had made a sure thing bet without realizing she didn’t have the necessary key to be able to win the bet.\n\n“Okay, so whose dick do I gotta suck to get out of these?” I joked after waiting for the laughter to die down. Humor has always been my fallback.\n\nLuke stood, crossing his arms with a smirk that terrified me. “Oh, that’s a tempting offer, but I’m afraid you’re not that good at blowjobs, sweetie. There’s absolutely nothing that could make us untie you *that* easily.”\n\nI gave him a sneer. “You thought my skills were pretty good last month, jackass.”\n\nThe grin on his face didn’t so much as quiver. It’s no secret that I’ve fooled around with literally everyone in this room—so I was the group slut, who cares? It was all fun, just a little exercise. Nobody took it personally.\n\nI had hoped to at least *annoy* him with the jab. But of course, Luke was all smug and smirk as he grabbed my ankles and swung me around on the couch, forcing me onto my back, and sat on the coffee table in front of me. “So…what exactly *are* you willing to go through to get free?”\n\nI rolled my eyes and tried to pretend that I wasn’t half grinning. “What do you mean go through, hm? Being such a jackass, you can kiss that blowjob goodby—EEE!”\n\nThe son of a bitch grabbed the sides of my jeans and hefted up firmly, giving me a huge front wedgie. “Uh, OW?! Jeez dude I know you’re kinky but—AH! Oh, come on that’s not fun-NEE!” I let out a little squeak with every yank upwards he made, cramming the seam of my jeans further and further between my pussy lips. It hurt, but I have to admit that it wasn’t a ‘bad’ hurt, and it definitely pinched me in a…fun place.\n\nI wasn’t about to admit that to him, of course, nor to the small crowd of cackling idiots that were now gathered to fuck with me.\n\n“Ooh, ooh, I have an idea!” Mickey, in his characteristic carefree, wildly cackling manner, leapt up and grabbed my jeans, forcing me onto my feet. A moment later he had reached down *my pants* and grabbed *my panties,* jerking them upwards in one deft motion. I squealed as they rode up my ass crack so harshly that I was forced momentarily onto my tiptoes!\n\nAll of this wouldn’t have been nearly so bad if everybody didn’t find it *hilarious.* I felt myself burn with humiliation that wasn’t entirely unpleasant as my friends collectively fell out laughing, Jeremy even fell off the footrest he was sitting on, spilling onto the floor.\n\n“Okay, okay, you guys have had your fun, now let me out! Mick, I KNOW you can pick locks, you picked your way into my house a few months ago to scare the shit outta me. So get over here and get me out!”\n\n“Oh, you mean with something liiiiiiike…this?” Mickey opened his long trench coat (he plays an rogue and likes cosplaying) and pulled out a hair pin. I blinked in surprise, sputtering out; “what, do you just carry things like that around in case you need to sneak into peoples houses or unlock a set of handcuffs?!”\n\n“Yurtle carries one with him, figured I could too.”\n\n“I still can’t believe you called your turtlefolk rogue *Yurtle*,” Jen complained loudly. As the DM, she had a right to complain.\n\n“Hey, it could be worse, the other idea I had was Turt Russel.”\n\n“I would have vetoed that.”\n\n“I know, that’s why I didn’t go with it.”\n\n“Okay, enough in character chatter, can you hurry and get me out?” Looking back, it was probably a bad idea to hurry them. Their attention was off my discomfort. If I hadn’t called it back to attention, what happened next could have been different.\n\nBut no, I opened my mouth and got their attention. Mickey cackled again. “Don’t fret, I will let you out, I promise! Right after I do something else.”\n\nHe pushed me gently back onto the couch and hurried into the kitchen. A moment later he came back…with dessert. We always brought snacks, and I had gone out of my way to buy a handful of *pies* from the grocery store on my way. Two fluffy banana cream pies stared at me from Mick’s hands, like a pair of gigantic eyes with the worst of intentions.\n\n“Ooooh no. Nonono. You’re not-ACK JEREMY!” I squealed as Jeremy stood and, with one smooth motion, whipped my shirt over my head! I have breasts on the smaller side, mid B cup, so I didn’t wear a bra if I didn’t have to. Going to see my closest friends, I shouldn’t have had to.\n\nI regretted not wearing one this trip, though. “Oh, for fucks sakes, it’s not like everybody hasn’t seen them already…Mick…Mick what are you doing with those pies PELOR’S BEARD, THAT IS COLD!” I roared as Mick shoved one of the pies into each of my tits, leaving them there, pie tin and all. I’d gotten these from the refrigerated aisle, and they’d been out about half an hour, they were still quite cool. True that they would have felt less cold on the tongue than on nipples, but my point was valid.\n\nI sank back to the couch as I shut my mouth, soaking in the laughter of my friends. Like I said it wasn’t a bad humiliation, and I *am* a huge attention whore. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy the sound for a few seconds, biting my bottom lip.\n\n“Oh wow, the tin stayed on!” Beth exclaimed. “Your little tits can really hold onto those things, huh?”\n\nI glared at her. “Better than being the biggest titted bimbo in the tri-county area,” I shot back. Beth has *huge* tits, and she’s not ashamed of them. Of course, I was just messing with her, so I was surprised when she frowned and left her seat in the armchair across from me and sat down next to me.\n\n“Wow Heather, that wasn’t very nice.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: No one would have ever guessed about her consensual non-consent kink, but truth or dare is a game of surprises...
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"content": "Cheryl's sister really fucked me here. \n\nTruth or Dare, we're all about two beers deep, nothing too serious, being asked, then somebody asks Cheryl, \"What's your darkest secret?\" She blushes. laughs, looks away embarrassed, and then chokes out \"Rape.\" \n\n\"What?\" I asked, \"Who? When did this?\"\n\n\"NO NO NOT WHAT I MEANT!\" She responded, flustered. \n\n\"What I meant was, I want to be raped. I crave it. It's the only fantasy I masturbate to. I can't come otherwise. I just lie in bed sometimes, imagining some tall, scary man wrapping his hand around my throat, kicking the back of my knee so that I fall to the ground, ripping off my panties, and making me his bitch.\" She said, smiling at the last part until she saw the horrified expressions on our faces, and regretted oversharing.\n I hated to admit it, but it turned me on to. I saw Karen, (Cheryl's sister), looking at my crotch. Evidently she noticed. \nIt was Cheryl's turn next. She asked Karen whether she stole something from her. Karen admitted she had. There was a cry of \"I knew it btich!\" Nothing that was particularly interesting to outsiders, but that made it Karen's turn, and she chose me. \n\n\"Dare\" I selected, three drinks in, and cocky to boot. She smiled the most sadistic smile I've seen in a long time, looked me in the eye, pointed at her sister, and said: \"I dare you to rape Cheryl.\"\n\n\"What the fuck? I could never...\"\n\n\"Why not? She already said she wanted it? Lookswise you're the kind of guy she described, and look at her face. She's embarrassed, not afraid. You can do anything, and she'll fucking love it.\"\n\nI was terrified, and repulsed, by every part of this. \"Fine, truth then.\"\n\n\"Tell me the truth...\" she said, pointing to my crotch. \"Where did that come from? What turned you on?\"\n\"Her... her story\" I admitted, defeated. Cheryl looked up at me sympathetically. The rest of the room just fell silent, desperate for an end to the awkwardness. It was my turn. I asked Joe. I don't even remember what he said. The rest of the night was a massive blur, until after the game was over, I got up to grab myself a soda, (one beer too many, already), and Cheryl followed. \n\n\"Listen, about earlier, I'd just like to apologize for Karen.\"\n\n\"Please don't Cher, it's not your fault that she-\"\n\n\"I mean, it was unfair of her to put you on the spot like that.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"But just so you know, if you followed through on the dare.... I wouldn't mind.\" Cheryl said, turning up to look at me, smiling. \"I'll be home alone all day tomorrow, and we keep a spare key under the bush on the left side of the door. Do with that what you will. And if you're worried I'm trying to trap you, you've got a room full of seven witnesses, to what I said during that game.\" And with that remark she left me, standing there agape. She, and her sister left about ten minutes later, and I went to bed shortly after that. I woke up the next morning, to a text, which simply read: \"The offer stands\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A polyamorous group of sex friends known lovingly(?) through out town as 'The Fuckpile'
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"content": "The Fuckpile \\[MMMFF\\] \\[Submissive Male\\] \\[Dominant Female\\] \\[Group Sex\\] \\[Pegging\\] \\[Bi\\] \\[Femdom\\]\n\n“So, um, how does it all work?” Sherri asked.\n\nKatie let out a sigh. They had just received their coffee orders,\n\n“How does what work?” Kate asked.\n\n“You know, the, erm, the arrangement?”\n\n“I don’t understand,” Kate said, knowing full well what Sherri was referring to.\n\n“You know….the...the Fuckpile,”\n\nKate smiled.\n\nThe Fuckpile was a name around town for her little group of friends who lived together out in the rural part of town. They made no secret about how they lived their life out there, but even still, people still loved to whisper about them in town.\n\n“Well, there’s five of us, and we all have sex.” Kate said, sipping her coffee.\n\n“So, like, do the guys just, like, take turns on you? Or do you have a calendar day assigned to each one?” Sherri asked.\n\n“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Kate explained. “You know Tom? So, he’s straight. So, he’ll only have sex with me and Zoey. Roger is bi, so he’ll have sex with me, Zoey and Riley. Zoey is bisexual, and she’s pretty dominant, so she really only likes to be with me, Roger, and Riley.\n\n“And lastly, there’s Riley, who you might call…” Kate hesitated. The word she would use is bitch boy, but she didn’t like talking about her friend like that. At least, not unless he was listening, since he loved it. . “...He’s submissive, so he’ll let any us of do pretty much anything to him, though, Zoey and Roger tend to use him the most.”\n\nSherri’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “How do you even keep all that straight without a flowchart? It sounds like a nightmare.”\n\nKate shook her head. “Oh no, really, it’s wonderful. It’s such an amazing sample of experiences. I can let Zoey take control of me, or I could be in control of Riley, or do both in one go with Roger. And then there are the nights that we all get together. It’s such a rush, to hear all the different whimpers of pleasure, or feel four, maybe six hands exploring your body at once. Then when it’s all over, we all just collapse and cuddle together. It’s such an amazing experience.”\n\nSherri’s face turned a little red as she listened to Kate talk. “It sounds, um, it sounds great,”\n\nKate steeled her face and waited for the inevitable follow up.\n\n“So, like, could I spend a night, sometime?” Sherri said, trying to act casual.\n\n“Sorry, we don’t do that,” Kate said. “Despite what you might think, we’re not actually promiscuous. We only have sex with each other. If you’re really interested, I could see if the guys want to let you spend some time with us, and if they like you, they might let you join. But you’d have to commit to the group.”\n\n“Oh, I didn’t know...I’d have to think about it,” Sherri stuttered.\n\nKate resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Everyone loved to whisper about the Fuckpile, but they rarely cared to know how it worked. They each had a connection to each other, even the ones who didn’t have a sexual connection. They had no desire to let some random person waltz in and disrupt that harmony, only to leave the next morning.\n\n*Everyone wants to jump onto an orgy with us, but they still think we’re the deviants, it’s so unfair*, Kate thought to herself.\n\n“Hey, while I’ve got you here, I actually wanted to talk to you about something,” Kate said, changing the topic. Once the topic was changed from the Fuckpile, Kate sat and chatted with her old friend for an hour, talking about anything and everything, enjoying the conversation and coffee.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nKate pulled into the gravel driveway of her house. She could see that Tom and Roger’s cars were parked already. Since those two didn’t like to have sex with each other, she knew that one of them would probably want sex the moment she walked in the door.\n\nThe house itself had been a rundown piece of property when the Fuckpile all pitched in to buy it, but they then paid for major renovations. All three floors were reworked, rewired, repainted, leaving enough space for everyone to have their own room and having a few left over for activities. They’d also added a porch along the front half of the building, complete with an overhang.\n\nAs Kate closed her car door, another car pulled up next to hers, a black honda civic. Riley popped out and waved to her. He was short and slender, actually an inch shorter than Kate. He had very feminine features, which was helped by the fact that he kept most of his body hairless.\n\n“Oh, hey Kate,” He said, giving her a hug.\n\n“Hey Riley, good to see you,” She replied.\n\n“Who did you go to see, Mary?”\n\n“Sherri,” Kate corrected, as they started to walk to the front door.\n\n“Ah, Sherri, that’s right. How is she?” Riley said, unlocking the front door.\n\n“She’s doing pretty good! Started a new job last week, and it seems to be going well so far.” Kate said, stepping inside.\n\n“That’s good, that’s good.” Riley said, stepping inside the main hall. Kate removed her jacket and hung it on a hook, while Riley stripped, leaving all his clothes in a nice pile right at the door. It had been decided that Riley had no body autonomy in the house, unless there were guests present. So that meant he needed to be naked and accessible at all times.\n\nKate smiled and reached her hand out to gently cup his cock. “Not hard, huh? That’s a rare sight,” His cock was small and thin flaccid, and didn’t get much bigger when hard, but it was rare to see him soft when he got home, usually that was when he was the most aroused.\n\nHe blushed. “If you keep holding it like that, it won’t be soft for much longer,”\n\nKate gave him a few teasing squeezes, then dropped it, walking away. Riley let out a little gasp of pleasure, then quickly followed after her.\n\nTogether, they entered the living room, where Roger was watching TV. Roger was 5’10, black, and had a wiry build, strong but lean. He smiled as he saw them enter, standing up and unbuckling his pants.\n\n“Oh, hey Kate! And Riley, get over here,” Roger said.\n\nRiley walked over to Roger “My ass or my mouth?” he asked, but Roger just pushed him to his knees. Riley pulled out his cock, still was still partly flaccid and grabbed it in his hand.\n\n“What were you thinking for dinner, Kate?” Roger asked, as he started to slap his cock against Riley’s face.\n\n“Dunno, chinese? Or Pizza?” Kate said, plopping down on the couch.\n\n“Pizza would be good,” Riley said.\n\n“You don’t get an opinion until I get my nutt” Roger told Riley, pressing his cock against Riley’s lips. Riley opened his mouth and Roger’s cock slid into Riley’s mouth with ease.\n\n“God, I love this cocksucker’s mouth,” Roger sighed, grabbing a fist full of Riley’s hair.\n\nKate heard a noise outside, and heard the front door open again. Zoey popped into the room.\n\n“Haha, how long have they been at it?” Zoey ask Kate as she leaned against the entrance way to the living room.\n\nZoey was a size taller than Kate in every way. She was two inches taller, her D cup breasts one full cup size larger than Kate’s own breasts. She was just athletic enough to have the muscle tone Kate lacked. Zoey’s skin was pale, contrasting wonderfully with her dark hair, eyes, and clothes.\n\n“They just got started,” Kate said.\n\n“Yep, just got in his mouth” Roger said, pulling Riley’s mouth up and down his shaft.\n\n“Well, in that case, I’d like to join in. Let me go get changed,” Zoey said.\n\nRoger smiled until Zoey left the door, after which he pulled Riley up and bent him over the couch next to Kate. “I’ve got to get into his ass before she comes down and claims it all night again,” Roger said. He walked over to Kate, placing his cock right in her face.\n\n“Lube me up?” Roger asked.\n\n\\*\\*Continued\\*\\*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You discover a website that allows you to search for and watch any of your friends' sexual encounters.
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"content": "Watchyourfriends.xxx.free seemed like one of those URLs that would most certainly download a virus or Spyware or steal someone's identity. But when it's 2 AM and the hunt is on for a full-length porn scene that was uploaded 6 years ago, websites like that are the lengths one will go to. Well...that James will go to.\n\nIt was dark in his bedroom, his laptop screen illuminating his bloodshot eyes as it sat on his stomach, his lanky frame reclined in his bed. He was trying various search terms on Google to find every scene that had Remy Lacroix and Christy Mack in it together. He'd open a few options and then hope and pray that one of them wasn't just another 4 minute clip in 240p.\n\nHe didn't even know what page of results he was on when he clicked on the 'Watchyourfriend' website. He paused as he got to the black page with pink highlights. \"Welcome, James!\" It read in bold font at the top. Ads on certain pages could tell the zip code of the IP address or the state one was in. James was caught off guard when it just stated his name.\n\nHe went to immediately close it, but stopped as he saw the videos it suggested. \n\n\"You and Claire Snow, September 18, 2018.\"\n\n\"You and Claire Snow, August 27, 2018\"\n\n\"You and Rachel Debling, March 6, 2020\"\n\nThere looked to be about 15 titles and they all followed the same naming convention and what made him start to panic was that he knew the names. They were all his girlfriends. His exes, more accurately. He hovered his mouse over them, his heart pounding as he thought it was just some creep who had been following him. Who had managed to hide cameras somewhere.\n\nIt took him a moment, but he built the courage to click on one. \"You and Christine Scalnick, March 18, 2019\"\n\nIt was the night of St. Patrick's day. He remembered only parts of that night as he had more Guinness and Tullamore Dew than both food and water that day in particular. He'd gone out to a bar with some friends and met Chrissy. \n\nThe video opened with a shot of the inside of his apartment, pointed toward his front door. It seemed kind of impossible as he paid attention. Not just because there wasn't a camera there, but because the angle didn't...it just didn't make sense.\n\nThe door opened and he watched the two drunken and horny people walk in and flick on the lights. They were already sloppily making out as he kicked the door closed behind them. He was surprised when the camera moved closer and got shots of their lips meeting and her hand groping his growing bulge in his pants. \n\nHe shook himself as the camera followed them as they walked to his bedroom and she pushed him back onto the bed. The camera focused on her and got a long shot from head to toe before she carefully rolled down a pink thong over her ass and down her shapely legs. This all looked like porn. It was shot like porn. And that was undeniably his own drunk, horny, and slightly confused face looking back at him. How would he not notice a camera there behind her?\n\nHe scrolled a bit and saw that he could click on Christine's name, so he did. It prompted him for an account. He was already very overwhelmed and with how terrifying this was, he closed his laptop and turned to go to sleep.\n\nThis website was all he could think about the next day. Was he so drunk that he didn't even notice a cameraman filming him? Or maybe it was a drone? He would have noticed both, he'd think. And the video quality was good, all things considered. Not like some grainy hidden camera footage shot through a window.\n\nNeedless to say, he opened his laptop a bit more composed after work. He inspected the account sign up page and noticed it didn't ask for a credit card. No payment. No address. Not even an email. Just a username and a password. He reluctantly punched in a username and a password and hit next. He completed a captcha that took him longer than he was proud of and hit next again. Then he was brought to his account page.\n\nThe first thing was 'User Information.' He expected to have to fill it out, but it didn't want anything. It seemed to know quite a bit already.\n\nNumber of partners: 5\nHeight: 6'1\" Weight: 171 lbs. Hair: Brown. Eyes: Blue\nLength: 7.5 inches\n\nPreferences: Big asses, redheads, medium boobs...\n\nHe kept reading and it just seemed to know...everything. nothing urgently important like his address or his social security number. Just everything to know about his sex life.\n\nHe scrolled and saw a 'scenes' section. The filter options let him narrow it down between 'solo' work and B\\G scenes. He tried to ignore how high the number was after \"Solo.\"\n\nIt brought up those 15 videos again. He noticed that it mentioned 5 sexual partners, but only 3 were represented among these videos. It took him a moment to realize that any sex he had before he was 18 was not included. At least that was a good thing...right?\n\n(I'm conflicted. Should this go wholesome or go not wholesome. Let me know and I'll do more.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your employer has sent you to manage their office in the distant land of Japan, where you find that your only coworker is your adorable college-age secretary who seems to think her job is to take calls, manage appointments and get bred by your thick dick
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"content": "My life in Japan as a foreign office manager was definitely off to a weird start. At 25 I was the youngest executive manager in the company, I was only sent here after a passing comment the CEO overheard that I liked anime and thought if anyone could improve the Japan Account it was me, as no other exec stateside had any understanding of Japanese culture at all.\nI watched and waited as the rest of the passengers departed, met with family, or picked up other rides home, and enjoyed the view of the bustling city of Tokyo. I didn't have to wait long for my new company assigned Secretary to pick me up. A cute, smiling girl, dressed in a white blouse, pencil skirt, black stockings, and red heels. She had an adorable face and delicious curves on a petite little frame I towered over. I tried and failed not to stare at her. She introduced herself to me as Mei and that she was hired to work this position for her mother who previously held my position. \nWith our introductions complete she eagerly led me by the arm to the train station and into the tight car. I felt it before before I actually saw what her curves hinted at, as her truly mouthwatering ass pressed softly against my groin. \"Sorry\" I said. I swear she giggled at this, and she said \" Its okay, its just so tight in here! \" but she kept pressing into me, even as I backed up to give her a little more space. She stealthily ground against my hardening cock. \"This is our stop!\" she announced. I was mortified during our walk home, trying and failing to conceal the massive erection her perfect little ass had given me.\nMercifully, our destination wasn't far from the station. It was much larger than I expected. \"My mom is a really serious business lady, and had the company acquire a nice home office to work from. She's a single mother but she works hard for me!\" Apparently she would be on a business trip for the next week. It would be just the two of us, just for a while.\nAfter being shown to my room and unpacking, I went downstairs to the living room, Mei was already there, surfing through an anime streaming app wearing a lite pink top and a revealing blue and white striped thong. \"Oh hey! You're all unpacked? Sorry if I surprised you, but its after hours and you don't have any work scheduled until after the weekend, and I wanted to slip into something a little more comfortable.\nI nervously sat on the couch behind her. My eyes were glued to her tight bubble butt. \"Hmm.. nothing good is on. Wanna watch a movie instead ~?\" She bent over as she put a disk into the blu eay player, and I swear to god she wiggled her ass and swayed her hips giggling as she did it.\nShe sat on the couch next to me as the movie began to play. To my shock, it was porn. Definitely porn... of a white guy and a Japanese girl. My Secretary rested her head on my shoulder, running one of her hands across my chest to feel my muscles. We watched as the guy in the movie rutted into the smaller woman, turning her into a mess of moans, spasming limbs, and constant orgasms. My cock was so hard I worried it would rip my pants open.\nI didn't have to wait to find out thankfully. My Secretary unzipped my pants and slid my boxers down. My cock sprung up, thick, long, veiny, and pulsing angrily red demanding release inside a fertile womb. Mei seemed entranced by it. Sliding off the couch to kneel in front of me she began stroking it with both hands, bringing her face closer to it until I could feel her hot breath teasing my throbbing shaft. She nuzzled it, teasing it with her lips, taking deep breaths to inhale my musk. She leaned down and began kissing my balls. She must have somehow sensed how pent up I was with my primal need to breed her.\nI watched as she sucked them, her own face clearly showing off a hazy lust. She needily sucked and slurped them, as if thanking them for the many loads they would surely give her. She stopped to look up, letting me appreciate the view of my big white lipstick covered cock running across her face, smearing her makeup and mixing it with the precum bubbling out of its tip. She let a droplet of precum slide all the way down to my balls before catching it in her tongue, and licking the trail back up to the tip before once again kissing the head and slowly taking more of it into her mouth with each little kiss. \nIt felt heavenly, and I never wanted it to stop. But I needed more. I grabbed the base of her ponytail into my fist and pulled her deeper, exploring more of her throat while she loudly gagged and drooled onto my shaft before pulling herself up to breathe. A line of spit connected my cock and her lips before falling onto her shirt as she gasped for air.\nShe stood up, turned, lowered herself onto me, letting me soak in the sight of her delectable bubble butt, slipping her soaked panties to the side Her pussy just as drooling wet as my dick and she slid up and down the length of my enormous cock. I groaned her name at the heat from her pussy lips against my cock. She lined up the tip with the entrance to her pristine hole, \"It's my very first time, but don't be gentle, okay?\" she said with a smile and lowered herself onto me, letting me enjoy the addition to blood from her hymen now mixing with the messy concoction of lipstick, spit, pussy juice, and precum thats coating my big white cock being swallowed by her now deflowered unprotected pussy.\nThe feeling was mind-numbingly good. Her tight virgin pussy gripped my cock like it never wanted to let go. I let her control the pace for a bit, since it was her first time. I do have to say, watching her sway and twist those wide curvy hips while she tried her best to ride me was worth travelling across the Pacific for.\nAs entrancing as the view was, the wait for her to take more than at most a quarter of my length was getting frustrating. She did ask me not to be gentle, so I decided she had enough time now to get accustomed to my size and grabbed the base of her ponytail with my fist again. At first I only pulled, some rough encouragement to take me a bit deeper and faster. I spanked her magnificent ass and watched it jiggle. \"Who's your daddy?\" I asked with a hard smack to her reddening cheeks. \"You are!\" she cried, \"You are my white big cocked daddy ~!\" Finally I began to thrust up, met by her own bucking hips, stretching her pussy to the limit and bulging her stomach. She ran a hand across the thrusting bulge in her stomach with open mouthed amazement moaning and squirting. \nIt was all too much for me. One hand grabbing her waist and the other still wrapped around her ponytail and both holding her on my balls deep cock as I fired rope after rope of thick sticky cum. She laid back onto my chest, tilted to face me, and kissed me deeply as I continued to lazily empty my load inside her. \"I can't wait to show my new white boss off on social media~\" she said softly before drifting off to sleep, my semi-hard cock still plugging my cum in her womb. This job certainly was going to be an experience."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She almost lept out of her skin when she found out the showers were unisex. Probably because she found out while she was in the middle of taking a shower.
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"content": "\n\nAurora dropped her robe and stepped into the warm shower. She let the water run over her body. It was calming, almost therapeutic. She closed her eyes as she soaked. The door opened but Aurora paid it no mind, it was probably just someone else from the women’s dorm. She sighed and opened her eyes so she could find the shampoo.\n\n“Wait...”\n\nShe said it softly to herself almost unaware she said it aloud at all. She listened closely to the chatter outside the stall. It wasn’t female voices. She slowly pulled back the curtain to find two guys wearing towels talking to each other. She screamed and they almost went through the roof. \n\n“What the fuck are you perverts doing in here?!”\n\n“T-taking a shower?”\n\n“Right in the women’s shower! Are you really that dense or are you blind?!”\n\n“This isn’t the women’s showers though. It’s co-ed...didn’t you notice Tim standing in the stall next to you. He’s kinda hard to miss...”\n\nAurora stared at him for a second. She slowly turned her head and looked up at the blushing face of Tim peeking out from behind his own curtain. Her face turned red and she pulled back into the shower and slumped to the floor. \n\n“I wouldn’t stay down there to-“\n\nShe turned her head and screamed again. She grabbed a towel and rushed out of the shower as the two guys outside started to laugh. \n\n“Jesus Christ Tim you could’ve blinded me with that thing!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You went to a hypnotherapist to help you quit smoking. Since then, you haven't even thought about it. You have been feeling a little odd in the mornings though. Kind of sore like you've been working out. And a couple of mornings, you've had body glitter on you? Probably nothing to worry about.
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"content": "I woke with a start. My alarm was blaring in my ear, the red readout flashing 6:04A. I stared at it for a moment before reaching out to smack the snooze. \n\n*What happened last night?*\n\nI sat up slowly. The light filtering through the curtains felt like knives driving into my head. Did I drink? I hadn’t had a sip of alcohol in years. \n\n*Work backwards. What’s the last thing you remember?* I urged myself. I rolled underneath the sheets and thought hard. The last thing I remember doing was going to my hypnotherapy appointment. \n\n“Maybe I should call Dr. Franz...” I wondered aloud. Even the sound of my own voice sent splintering pain through my head. The office won’t be open until at least 9. I was off work today, so I resolved to sleep in a bit more and call later.\n\n****\n\n“Oh yeah, baby!” Jenny screamed in the video. Doctor Franz Schmidt watched with a smile as his newest patient furiously rubbed her clit while Michael railed into her. Even the doctor couldn’t hide his arousal at what he was watching. \n\n“Stephanie?” He called out. A beat passed, the sound of crotch slapping against ass the only sound filling the room, before Dr. Franz’s assistant entered the room. \n\nTrue to her training, Stephanie’s blonde hair was tied in a tight bun. Her black pencil skirt accentuated her curves, while the tight white buttonup left little to the imagination up top. Her blue eyes found him and she smiled. \n\n“You called, Doctor? What can I help you with?” her voice wasn’t as perky as patients heard on the phone. \n\n“This video of patient Jenny. It’s exciting me quite a bit. Come relieve some pressure for me,” he instructed carefully. Without a moment of hesitation, Stephanie entered the office and walked behind the Doctor’s desk. She dropped to her knees, the Doctor halfway turning his chair towards her, as her hands began to unbuckle his pants. \n\nDr. Franz watched as Michael picked Jenny up. *An athletic feat*, the Doctor nodded, clearly impressed, as Stephanie’s cold fingers pulled down his underwear. His 5” cock was nothing special, but the tools he had at his disposal made sure that size was never an issue. \n\n“Quickly now, I have a 9am with Charlene Anderson. Something about her sexual cravings raging,” Franz groaned as Stephanie’s warm mouth enveloped his manhood. As Jenny began to squeal on camera, squirting wildly as Michael began to cum inside of the former smoker. Their primal groans filled the room while Stephanie worked diligently on Franz’s cock. \n\n*Ring, ring... Ring, ring...*\n\nThe phone on Stephanie’s desk began to ring. Dr. Franz reached out for his own phone and answered the call.\n\n“Hello? Dr. Franz Schmidt’s office?”\n\n“Oh! Dr. Schmidt, hi. This is Jenny Carpathia?” her voice was hoarse. Despite the evidence Dr. Franz had just been watching, maybe her night was more rough than he thought on the young woman. \n\n“Of course, Jenny. What’s going on? Are you okay?” \n\n“Yeah... well... no... I don’t know,” she sounded nervous. The Doctor held the phone away from his mouth as he started to get close. He tapped Stephanie three times on the wrist and she began sucking desperately. He put a hand over the receiver as his breath quickened, his ear still pressed against the phone. “I feel hungover? The last thing I remember was coming to your office. I know I had an appointment with you yesterday.”\n\n“Yes, yes you did,” Dr. Schmidt blurted out in a single breath. He was quick to re-cover the receiver to ensure she didn’t hear him. \n\n“Uh. So... did anything strange happen in yesterday’s appointment?” She asked delicately. Her words weren’t accusatory. They were inquiring more than anything else. “I just haven’t drank in so long, and since I started seeing you, I quit smoking. I’m just not sure what happened,” she seemed genuinely concerned. \n\n“Of course not, Ms. Carpathia. I can assure you our session went just as it always does,” the Doctor grunted once more as Stephanie hit his sweet spot. His hand that had been covering the receiver found her bun and pushed her face deeper against his crotch. His balls tightened and he squirted load after load down the young woman’s throat before letting her go. \n\nIt took a moment for Franz to catch his breath before bringing the phone back up to his ear. “In fact, you told me while under that you were feeling under the weather and heading home to nap. I did mean to ask, did you pick up a bouquet of lilacs on the way home?” \n\nJenny heard the doctor’s words, but her jaw fell slack. Her hand held the phone to her ear, but her mind escaped. \n\n“Stephanie, you can go. Send Ms. Anderson in when she arrives,” he instructed, not bothering to cover his phone now. “And fix your bun. You look disheveled.”\n\nStephanie stood, nodded curtly, and left the office. Her belly was full of his cum as she shut the door and began fixing her (formerly) neat bun. \n\n“Now then, Ms. Carpathia. You are in a relaxed state. Tell me, how do you feel?”\n\n“Sore, master. I feel hungover after last night.” Her words were monotone, less emotive than she’d ever been. \n\n“Yes, I imagined you would be. Now, tell me what you know about last night.” Dr. Schmidt smiled as the girl cleared her throat and began to recount the events in detail."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: 2 months ago Jennifer negotiated a ‘free rent’ deal, in exchange for the ‘free use’ of her mouth almost 24/7 by her 3 male roommates. ‘Free use’ is perfect as she likes getting face-fucked over giving blowjobs, but the guys can also jack off and finish in her mouth too. A nice routine develops!
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"content": "For Jennifer there was only one thing better than getting face-fucked, and that was regularly getting face-fucked by three great men in return for free rent in a great house. Andrew, Jim and Dan were initially reluctant to let their spare room to a woman they didn't know, and even more so when Jen told them she couldn't actually afford to pay rent. Funny how those concerns melted away when she'd undressed and then sucked them all off at that first meeting.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAt first her throat had felt constantly sore and swollen. She simply wasn't used to getting it fucked several times a day. It had soon settled down though, and she had enjoyed learning all the different things each of her housemates got off on.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNow they were all stuck, working from home for the forseeable future, a nice routine was beginning to develop...\n\n&#x200B;\n\n7AM - Dan starts the day slapping Jennifer's face with his morning glory until she wakes. Then he pulls her by her legs down the bed, straddles her chest, and pins both arms above her head, before vigorously fucking her face. He's surprisingly energetic for first thing in the morning, though Jen guessed that getting your dick sucked for free will do that to some people.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen they first started, Jennifer would strip out of her pyjamas before taking him in her mouth. Now they don't even bother lifting up the eye mask she sleeps in. Dan is only really interested in her mouth after all. Over time Jen learned that Dan likes it if she pretends to struggle a little - so sometimes she will wriggle and writhe beneath him, trying to free her hands, or kicking her legs out and whimpering. That has him flooding her mouth with his cum in no time. Then Dan leaves, and Jen can get a bit longer in bed until:\n\n&#x200B;\n\n8AM - As Jen doesn't pay any bills, she's not really allowed to use the shower alone, so she usually jumps in with Jim in the morning. He likes her to stand behind him, helping him soap up his body, pressing her tits into his back while she reaches around and massages his cock and balls until he's rock hard in her hand. Then he will turn around, and she'd drop to her knees and quickly finish him in her mouth.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n9AM - eat breakfast, get dressed, watch daytime TV, read dirty stories on Reddit, masturbate.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n10.30AM - Andrew has his daily team video call meeting. It's pretty boring stuff, so she likes to help keep it more interesting. Andrew sits at the dining room table with his laptop, and Jen kneels in front of him. She knows that he looks at the hot new intern while she does it, but she doesn't care. It's so much fun watching him try to keep his composure on camera while she takes him deep down her throat. It's so hot how she has to be super quiet while she does it. Andrew has the longest cock of the three, but she can finally get all the way to the base of it when she's warmed up. He gently puts his hand in her hair and holds her there while he unloads right down her throat\n\n&#x200B;\n\n11am - Reapply make up, answer a couple of emails for work, pretend to be working on a project, but actually just on Reddit\n\n&#x200B;\n\n12.30PM - Dan comes down for his lunch break, and to fuck Jen's face again. Usually he'll get her pinned up against a wall so she can't pull away, and hold her head in both his hands. It's not first thing in the morning this time, so she can be as noisy as she wants. She knows Dan likes it that way as well, so she makes sure to exaggerate every gulp and gag, every slurp and suck she makes. Sometimes the noise even draws the attention of the other men in the house, which is always fun too\n\n&#x200B;\n\n1PM - lunch, then answer some more emails\n\n&#x200B;\n\n3PM - \"accidentally\" send her manager a nude pic so he stops calling about the project for a few weeks\n\n&#x200B;\n\n5.30PM - Andrew finishes work. It's been a stressful day, and only one thing can help. He sits on the couch with his trousers down, and Jennifer lays alongside him, her head in his lap. She uses one hand to cup and rub his balls as her mouth works the tip of his dick. She enjoys how gently he runs his fingers through her hair, how he massages her head, even as he is pushing her further and further down the length of him. When he is fully in her throat she sometimes gags a little, pinprick tears in Jen's eyes, but she never stops sucking, even as he begins to buck and moan. His balls tighten in her hand, and she makes sure she swallows every drop.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n6PM - eat her evening meal, and then chill on her laptop in her room until Jim is ready for her\n\n&#x200B;\n\n10PM - Jim can't sleep unless Jen sorts him out. This is usually her favourite of the day, the one she will think about as she tenderly fingers her sopping wet cunt later. She lays on the bed, with her head hanging over the edge. Her pyjama top is open and spread wide, so he can play with her tits, constantly rubbing and stroking them as he fucks her willing throat. His prick isn't as long as Andrews, but maybe a little thicker, and it feels the most satisfying for her in this position. He always starts of with slow, deep strokes, but can't help but get quicker as he reaches his climax. She reaches for his hips and pulls him deeper into her mouth as he moans in a sexy low voice about how fucking hot Jen is. He fucks her throat like it was a fleshlight, until she can't breath, until she almost has to ask him to stop. Then she'll feel the way his cock throbs and pulses, and Jim grunts and groans as he shoots his thick cum into her mouth.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJennifer sits up, gasping and rasping for air, her face covered in spit and spunk. She always scoops it all back into her mouth, can't waste any, and then it's finally time for her to soothe her hot, aching cunt. Jim usually stays to watch as Jennifer works her clit with one hand, and pinches her own nipples with the other.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe happily spends half her life with one of her housemates cock in her mouth, but it is this which feels like the most intimate moment of her day. Looking in Jim's eyes until her own roll back in her head, her orgasm rippling all over her body.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJennifer falls back onto her bed, exhausted. She's looking forward to tomorrow already."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The armor seemed harmless, but as you put it on you felt hands caressing vulnerable places you could no longer reach...
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"content": "\"The Armor of Hands huh?\"\n\nI looked up at the brass plaque on the suit longingly as my stomach rumbled. It wasn't easy being an adventurer. When monsters made themselves scarce near town my income disappeared along with them. \n\nI'd frequented this shop for years to get various things I needed like like lamp oil, rope and bombs but today I waa here for the armour. I was the perfect size for it I was sure. Mostly because of my diet but if I had this armor I could fix that! \n\nThat was unfortunately just how it worked. The Adventurers Guild just wouldn't give you a higher level quest unless you had the higher level equipment that you would need. \n\nThere was just no way I could wear my worn leather jerkin to fight a Griffin or even a Dire Beast. Looking outside the window it was easy to see why the system worked that way. The other women who were higher ranked than me wore thick dresses of magical hide and were beautifully armored from helmeted head to armored foot. Looking at their bodies could make anyone feel invincible. \n\nThis armor had been displayed in the shop for years and was in perfect condition. I didn't care what sentimental reasons the shopkeep had for keeping it I'd win her over! I knew she wasn't doing too well financially so even my money could sway her. It was only a matter of time before everything was sold and the armor was no exception. I'd take any ticket to a better life thank you! \n\n\"No! That armor is cursed young lady and I won't sell it to you!\" \n\nWait what? The thin old woman at the counter was looking at me strangely as I tried to make my case. What expression was she making exactly? Was she... blushing? She continued.\n\n\"That armor is a self indulgent piece of rubbish and you don't want anything to do with it! I used to be an adventurer myself you know? You really are just starting out so why don't you save for something better? \n\nI looked at her steadily. I was going to take it. I was trying to reassure her with my eyes. I needed. This. Armor. Do you understand you old bat? I looked at it again and it seemed even more perfect than before. It was like it was made for my shameful thin body. But she ignored me completely.\n\nI stopped listening to her and made up my mind at that very moment. If she wasn't going to let me buy it I was just going to have to take it. The penalties for theft in an adventuring town full of rare monster parts and gold were severe but nobody else but me had ever seen the armor. If I had to I could convince people she was just imagining that she lost something again. \n\nLater that night I stole into the moonlit shop. The shopkeep wasn't there and the rough wooden floor squeaked slightly as I walked over to the stand. It was dark but I only needed to know whether it fit. If it didn't fit there was no point potentially getting in trouble for stealing right? Did it? \n\nI started trying to take it off the stand but it didn't seem to be in seperate pieces like I had thought. Instead it opened on one side like a clamshell. Enchanted armor often had strange design choices didn't it? All it meant to me was that I couldn't stuff it in my bag. I might not be able to take it like I had thought.\n\nBut it looked so mysterious in the moonlight that I couldn't resist the idea of climbing in and latching it shut. Just to try it of course. Nobody would mind that would they? \n\nSo I did it. I took it off the stand and put it on closing every latch and tightening every belt. It took a while but finally it snappped together and started riding on its own joints. What kind of armor was this even? Suddenly a sharp acrid smell nade my nose wrinkle up in disgust as white smoke started pouring out of the vents it had all over. It smelled almost like burning cloth and leather. \n\n*SLOMP \n\nThere was a wet slap from the inside of the armor as a cold sticky substance enveloped my body and started tugging on my clothing. My face involuntarily turned red as it started to explore between my thighs but for now the slime seemed to be more interested in devouring my thick winter clothing. I got cold easily so I'd decided to wear it tonight. Something I was now regretting as the expensive but worn leather was turned to mush. \n\nI tried to lift a hand to loosen the latches but my hand was smacked into the floor as the slime constricted around my arm. I couldn't move my body at all actually. This had quickly turned into a dire situation where I was being eaten alive. \n\nAfter it had finished my clothes the slime started to mold itself around my slender body groping my tiny breasts and muscular buttocks. Wasn't my fault I was small ok? \n\nThat was bad enough but then an exploratory tendril started to reach into *there*. My breasts were being pumped but it mostly just hurt. *That* was a real concern though and I could hear sizzling from my behind as the hair started to digest. Was I going to be eaten alive from the inside out? I was crying a little but the slime started lapping it up with rough tendrils that felt like cats tongues. Why was I even an adventu- *OH* \n\n*Oh wow*~\n\nThat tendril had reached all the way in and was moving back and forth. It was growing and pulsing and it felt so good that I started to slobber. As my eyes rolled back into my head I could feel the slime exploring my mouth and soaking it all up. My heart was going crazy. I c-couldn't help wetting myself but the slime started licking it off and absorbing it as I came. It was constricting around my butt. \n\nIt felt so good that I had a hard time holding onto my fear and I must have passed out. \n\nUgh... It was morning but even though there was still frost on the window panes I felt amazingly warm and comfortable. Experimentally I raised a hand to see if it was still there and an unfamiliar armored gauntlet rose into my field of view. What?\n\nI jumped to my feet and there was a mental disconnect that occurred. Wasn't I wearing heavy metal plate armor? I started moving around and I felt as light and comfortable as ever. Somehow the armor was moving with me naturally. There was just one problem though.\n\nI seemed to have ripped the door off its hinges. I was holding the huge slab of oak by its cast iron handle like the lid of a small pot. It felt even lighter than a shield. On top of that for the first time in my life I felt warm and safe wearing a piece of combat gear. I-Incredible!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She insists she doent feel anything sexually from her breasts. "Their just blobs of flesh, how could anyone get off from having them touched?" You decide to put her claims to the test, and find she may have been overcompensating for something...
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"content": "\"I'm serious, blobs of flesh,\" I repeat watching the unbelieving look on your face. \"I don't know how you expect me to prove it, I'm just different.\" \n\nStill there was no change on your face, as you once again tried to tell me it's basically impossible. There were nerve endings all over a woman's breasts, especially around her nipples that create sexual stimulation. You even went as far as showing me this article you found about how a woman's breasts were actually considered a sexual organ by some doctors. The same sensory maps that receive input from the vagina are tied to the breasts and nipples. \n\n\"Whatever, it's not even close to the same feeling,\" I muttered dismissively\n\nAnd then you went on to describe how it had been that way for every single girl you dated. There was Amy, who didn't have much in the way of breasts, but still was incredibly aroused by nipple stimulation. And then there was Sarah who while slightly larger in the chest, and didn't enjoy it as much still very much found it arousing. \n\n\"I get it, I get it, and that's fine that it worked for them, it just doesn't work on me, at all.\" I reconfirm a little more sternly. Again for the hundredth time during this conversation I see your eyes fall from my face to my chest. I roll my eyes and smile, of course you need a little visual stimulation, talking about them isn't enough? Not that I could blame you, the shirt I was wearing with the plunging neckline did little to hide them. The thin white material hugged my sizable chest, and made my black lace bra beneath slightly visible. \n\n*\"Maybe you're doing it wrong?\"*\n\n\"Wrong? What are you talking about? They are my breasts, if anyone would know how I would want them to be touched it would be me!\" My hands wave back and forth causing my tits to giggle slightly as hints of anger are starting to work their way into the tone of my voice. It's mostly annoying that you won't just accept my answer, but also because the conversation is going in circles. If you won't believe what I'm saying then there is no way to prove it, and if there is no way to prove it then what is the point!?\n\n*\"Let me try.\"*\n\nI freeze, staring at you with a confused look on my face for a few moments. \"You're joking?\" The anger is still there but I'm more blunt now. \"No, that just stupid, I can't - we can't.\"\n\n*\"Why not?\"*\n\n\"Why not? Because I'm me and your you. It's wrong! And stupid! And there is no way you're right anyway.....\"\n\n*\"Prove it.\"*\n\n\"No!.......How?\" \n\nI instantly regretted that question. There would be no possible way of 'proving it' without things getting somehow sexual. And of course you confirmed that by telling me that it would require you to touch my breasts. Without my shirt or bra. \n\n\"No fucking way,\" I responded sternly, but I could feel a heat growing in my cheeks as I did. It was a hint that you were making progress, a hint that somehow you knew there was more to discover. And you quickly took advantage, pushing my buttons, calling me a liar. \n\n\"I'm not lying, trust me, guys have played with my tits, I've played with them, there is nothing there.\" A lie. \"Fine whatever.\" I saw the look of surprise creep across your face as I agreed to your challenge to prove it. Obviously you weren't expecting me to give in, but I didn't see any other way of getting out of this. Deep down I knew that I would have to grit through it, and ensure I didn't make a single noise or moan.\n\nIn moments, my fingers were pulling the tight white fabric of my shirt up over my pale slim body revealing the flat stomach that lay beneath and the contrasting black material of my bra straining to contain the heavy mounds of flesh. \"There go crazy,\" I offered with a shrug, acting like it would be nothing. In reality, my heart was pounding in my chest in anticipation. I felt goosebumps forming across my skin at the thought of you touching my bra-clad breasts never mind actually feeling it. I was even holding my breath. \n\nYou took your time to, slowly leaning in closer, inspecting with your eyes each and every contour, before finally your hands gently grazed the soft flesh creating the cleavage you had been staring at for the last half an hour. Again I continued holding my breath, my face tight and unchanged as your finger dipped down over the cups of the bra gently squeezing and tracing over the black lace. As badly as I didn't want to, I could feel the light touch, and my nipples responded accordingly, growing hard and pressing against the fabric creating two little bumps. \n\n\"What?\" I ask seeing your reaction to my nipples growing hard. \"That means nothing! It's just cause I'm getting a chill.\" Another lie. \n\nYour thumbs trail down circling the twin bumps and then gently brushing over them. Without wanting to, my held breath turns to a small gasp which I quickly mask into a long sigh, pretending I wasn't actually sensitive enough to gasp from that touch alone. \n\n\"See what did I tell you, nothing,\" I confirm, trying to end it there, leaning back away from you and your exploring hands. But I can tell by the look on your face you're not convinced at all. Instead you seem even more confident in your earlier claims, and of course you tell me it's cause I'm still wearing my bra. I roll my eyes in response. \"Fine.\"\n\nMy fingers dance behind my back, between my shoulder blades, and squeeze the two clasps together. The tight material suddenly releases, and there is only a hint of drop as my breasts remain pert and at attention. One more quick movement, a sag of my shoulders and the straps of the bra slide off my shoulders down my arms revealing those pale pillows of flesh to you for the first time. Each one is large enough to more than fill your hand, yet perky, full and evenly shaped. \n\n\"Well stop staring at it already,\" I interrupted eager to get it over with. Each pink nipple has grown impossibly hard thanks to the earlier touch and now being exposed. The longer this drags on the worse it's going to be for me, and you don't seem in any sort of rush, as still your hands are at your side. But at my remark, you smile at me and slowly lift them up. They are warm against my skin, and as you touch my chest, just above my breasts, I feel a shiver of arousal that I was trying to ignore grow stronger. This time I'm gritting my teeth together, doing whatever it takes to not make a sound, a noise, or a movement as your hands explore downwards. Part of me expected you to be animalistic about it, squeezing and manipulating, but instead your patient and light with the touch. Fingertips dancing lightly over the exposed flesh, purposefully ignoring my nipples and teasing me. At some point I shut my eyes attempting to avoid watching your hands move as if that will help. It's not. Deep between my legs I feel heat and arousal building with every passing second. \n\n\"See, nothing...\" I grunt through clenched teeth as your touch continues. But somehow you know now and you're just toying with me. \n\nRound and round your fingers go, carefully avoiding the nipple one each breast only making them harder and more pronounced. Every second you avoid them the more I want you to touch them. The longer you drag this on, the more aroused I get. On and on it goes until I feel like I'm going to scream at you to touch them, just run your fingers over those sensitive buds, and then on que, you do. \n\n\"Ohhh hooo god,\" I moan audibly as your fingers pinch my nipples lightly and flick them. My secret is out. Your fingers pulled it out of me, and with one small movement I'm puddy in your hands. Your hands continue touching, manipulating, squeezing, pinching, tugging and teasing my breasts and nipples. Pleasure rockets through me just like you said it should, only validating everything you tried to explain only I'm a hundred times more sensitive than Amy or Sarah. My breasts and nipples are pleasure centers. Before I can even stop you or myself, I feel a powerful orgasm suddenly bursting through me. Long drawn out moans escape my lips. My hips buck into the chair below as wave after wave of pleasure roll over me. Your fingers and hands continue driving the pleasure home as if making your final point, and ensuring there can be no denying my true feelings. \n\nEventually, I come down, slowly open my eyes to see you sitting there, still cupping my tits, with that shit eating grin on your face. \n\n*\"Told you.\"*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was just a bit of hazing. Jamie, being the initiate, had to dress like a maid and follow Mark's orders since Mark was the more senior member. Jamie didn't expect to enjoy wearing the uniform and Mark didn't expect Jamie to have such a nice ass.
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"content": "Jamie's body was a hazy, steaming mess of confusion. On one hand, the shame and embarrassment of wearing such a revealing outfit was summoning a feeling thousands of tiny needles to poke and prod at his intestines.\n\n\"Hey, babe, another beer?\" A man shouted from across the frat house, in the populated den.\n\nJamie hurried on over, clutching and pulling on the high-riding hem of his frilly french-maid skirt. Luckily his was rather short, but anyone sitting down or sprawled out across the couch could manage to sneak a peak of his pale round cheeks, cute little bulge and the thin red thong that struggled to cradle them all.\n\n\"Here you go, Hudson.\" Jamie sheepishly offered a dark glass bottle of domestic beer. His voice, naturally, was high and effeminate, indistinguishable from the many girls gossiping and giggling over the party music.\n\n\"Thanks, uhm... how do you know my name?\" A furrowed brow upon the man's ebony skin.\n\n\"It's me... Jamie. From high school?\"\n\nDark liquor nearly shot out past his lips. \"Holy shit, really?\" Hudson had to collect his breath before he started to choke on his drink. Down a solid swallow went before he uttered another word.\n\n\"No offense but what the hell are you doing here, and dressed like a chick?\"\n\nJamie fidgeted, re-balancing the silver tray he held after a party-goer snagged a drink. \"Not so loud, please.\" He huffed, glancing around to see who might've noticed.\n\n\"It was Mark's idea.\"\n\nAs if uttering his named summoned him from dimensions beyond, Mark suddenly appeared, calmly wading through the crowd of people to wrap his arms around the duo.\n\n\"Hudson, my man! Enjoying the party?\" He smiled, his toned muscles brimming out of the rolled up sleeves of his plaid shirt.\n\n\"Yeah... you know it.\" He smiled nervously. \n\n\"I see you've met Jane, here. A friend of my cousin, said she'd help out at the party for fifty bucks.\"\n\nHudson's dark grey eyes shifted between a confident, bragging Mark and the short, blushing Jamie beside him. Hudson was surprised to see a crooked smile, even a softly bitten lip upon his girly face as Mark's hand slowly slid down the maid's back and past the filly skirt.\n\n\"I... sure did. She's cute.\" Hudson sipped upon his beer, a bit unnerved by this turn of events. Jamie, a shy, reclusive soul he talked to every so often back in high school, was clad in this sexy uniform. Legs, hips, butt... he had curves like a woman. If he hadn't come out and say he was Jamie, Hudson would've never known.\n\n\"Man, I feel like its time to bust out the good stuff, you know? My dad's stash I nabbed before I moved out. You wan't a bottle, Hud?\"\n\n\"Nah, I'm good, man. Don't want to get too wasted tonight.\"\n\n\"No worries, man.\" Mark patted Hudson on the shoulder before he walked off with Jamie in his arm. As they ascended the stairs, Hudson saw Mark's stern finger dip into the maid's scarlet thong, pressing a finger against his hole.\n\n===\n\n\"I'm a fuckin' genius.\" Mark boasted.\n\n\"Mhm-hmm...\" was all Jamie could utter, what with his mouth being crammed full by Mark's meat. A hand gently placed upon Jamie's blonde locks, guiding his narrow, hot throat across his senior's shaft.\n\n\"I never expected you to rock that maid dress so hard.\" Mark took a swig from a short shot glass. He leaned back as his hand slid away, falling back upon his thigh. Jamie continued without any guidance other than his own intuition. He'd watched enough porn to know what to do, but the how was still something he needed to work on. For the time being, he decided to wing it, and just do whatever he thought would feel right.\n\nHe attempted to relax his jaw, and advanced forward, shoving Mark's penis further down his slimy hot throat. He met copious resistance, gagging constantly. Mark's cock was big, a real bitch to gobble down. Jamie hit his farthest point, then retreated back to the tip where he offered it licks and kisses, slathering the thing in glistening waves of his spit.\n\nMark looked on, impressed. \"Damn, you starved or what?\" Mark chuckled, the inebriation muddling his mind and capacity to make quips or snark comments.\n\nHe still couldn't quite fit the whole noodle in his mouth, so he retreated again, and tried additional methods as they appeared in his head. Pressing his cock against the insides of his cheeks, cupping and mouthing at his nut-sack. Mimicking as much porn as he had ever seen.\n\nHe tried once more to dive towards Mark's crotch, allowing every inch of his rod past his lips until he could touch down upon Mark's groin with his petite lips.\n\nAnd just as he reached victory, cloaking the invading penis within his windpipe, Jamie felt hands grab his head, and cum rush down his throat with errant speed. A gush of white down his esophagus and into his body. Massive load after massive load raced down his neck.\n\nJamie accepted the seed and its hot, livid advance inside him, eyes misty and narrow from the mix of pleasure and pain. It wasn't until the penis in his mouth slowly wilted that he was set free. He quickly recoiled and caught a breath.\n\nA knock on the door scared Jamie out of his lustful stupor, hastily covering his mouth in case any stray cum was left there. Meanwhile Mark sat there, satisfied and grinning, his cock gaining a second wind as he looked over Jamie again.\n\n\"Could you get that, Jamie?\" Mark grinned as he motioned him towards the door.\n\nWho was behind the door? Hudson.\n\n\"My man! Here for that drink after all? It's good shit.\"\n\nHudson looked around, Mark had placed a pillow over his lap. He then saw Jamie, cheeks blushing and eyes locked on the new arrival. Jamie slowly sauntered over, licking his lips and catching Hudson's crotch in his soft gloved hand.\n\n\"You know what...? I just might take you up on that.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: With breasts like hers, there was no real hiding them. She tried to hide how sensitive they were, but, with the way that her friend liked to "playfully" grope her, soon there'd be no real hiding that either...
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: With breasts like hers, there was no real hiding them. She tried to hide how sensitive they were, but, with the way that her friend liked to \"playfully\" grope her, soon there'd be no real hiding that either..."
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"content": "“Stop touching my tits Sarah,” I say quietly to my friend. She has this bad habit of groping me for her personal amusement. \n\n“You know you like it,” she winks. I don’t say anything as she takes her hands off my breasts. I do like it in a way. It makes me so wet. But Sarah can’t find out because she’ll be so mean to me about it I can just tell. \n\n“Thats what I thought,” she says before giving them one last squeeze and taking her hands away. I squeeze my legs together now, that last squeeze grazed my bra against my nipples. I can feel my pussy oozing all over the place. \n\nWe’re sitting in Sarah’s room, we’re meant to be studying for this college final. But whenever she gets bored she likes to touch me inappropriately. Thats always been part of our friendship though. Sarah enjoys the fact I don’t like it. I like being wet but everything about it I dislike. I’m humiliated every single time. I feel like she does it to remind me she’s in charge. I noticed she doesn’t do this to anyone else except me. I could stop hanging out with her admittedly. But I always find myself drawn back to her like a moth to a flame. \n\n“Why don’t you grope any of our other friends?” I ask suddenly and Sarah just looks up at me calmly. She starts laughing. \n\n“Well for one none of their tits are as big as yours,” she tells me, her tone is mean and I cower back. \n\n“Guess not,” I reply and then we continue to do our work. \n\nAs time goes by during our study session I start to get warm. I pull my hoodie off which leaves me in just my tank top and bra. I have ample cleavage and my tits look quite round especially in this bra. \n\n“Ooh,” I hear a sudden high pitch coming from Sarah. \n\n“What?” \n\n“Looks like you’re asking for it huh?” She laughs and I roll my eyes. This time I’m changing my tactic. \n\n“Okay then touch them they’re all yours,” I tell her. I was expecting she’d back down by my forwardness but instead she crawls over to me on the floor. She plunges her hands under my tank top and gropes me. \n\nI accidentally moan. Thats it I’m done for. She looks at me pointedly and does it rougher. Another moan slips out. \n\nSarah’s hand goes down to my pussy. She lightly touches the material over my panties. \n\n“You’re really wet,” she tells me. \n\n“Sorry,” I look down. \n\nSarah slaps me across the face suddenly. \n\n“What was that for?” \n\n“For enjoying it,” she slaps me again. \n\n“I can’t help it,” I explain to her. “It just happens.” \n\nSarah shoves my bra and shirt down. My big tits come out. I’ve never shown them to her before. She takes my nipples in between her fingers and starts rubbing them around. The mixture of pain and pleasure stirs up in my panties. She grabs my other nipple now too. Sarah begins to torture them at the same time. I let my moans fly. Sometimes she will let one nipple go to grope me hard. Other times she will just slap my breasts. Eventually after her onslaught of torture it all becomes too much. I start to cum from the nipple stimulation. \n\n“Sarah,” I say quietly as my moans die down as she continues her assault on my breasts. \n\n“What?” \n\n“I accidentally came,” I confess. \n\n“You’re a little fucking skank,” Sarah spits down at me. \n\n“But but you knew!” I try to fight back. \n\nSarah grabs me by the hair and makes me flip onto my stomach on the floor. She pulls my short skirt up and pulls my panties down. She pulls my panties all the way off. She also unclips my bra from behind and takes it as well. \n\n“What’re you doing?” I yelp. \n\n“Little skanks don’t get underwear.” \n\n“Do you still want to study with me every Tuesday?” I ask her. Its kind of weird because I’m still face down with my pussy on display for her. \n\n“Yes I still want to study every Tuesday, and tomorrow when I see you in class you should wear something with lots of cleavage.” She tells me and I nod. \n\nSarah allows me to sit up now. But she refuses to give any of my underwear back. \n\n——————\n\nIf anyone would like more I might just be up to write it :)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One of her most important duties as wingman was giving her friends a quick orgasm before first dates to make sure they went out clear-headed...
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"content": "Ally tried to keep her mind on the task at hand, this was business not pleasure. She took a deep breath and ran her lips down to the base of his shaft, cutting the enjoyable experience short as Chris’ body went rigid and she felt his release down her throat. Ally sucked as she slowly drew her mouth back so she wouldn’t mess up his outfit. Chris stroked her head affectionately but Ally took the hand away.\n\n“We are on a mission remember, keep your head in the game!” said Ally.\n\nAlly moved the pillow the trio had thoughtfully provided her to protect from the balcony tiles. The concrete wall just high enough to hide her from passers by as the trio sat around a small table smoking and discussing the night ahead. Ally tuned out the conversation focusing on her task as John rose to his feet to lean back against the balcony, unzipping his fly while Ally positioned the cushion. He was already hard from watching her with Chris and Luke. Ally began stroking his length, her lips kissing the tip slowly and affectionately the way he preferred. Ally heard her name and tuned into the conversation.\n\n“... I'm sure it will be fine.” said Chris.\n\n“I’m going to miss it though.” said Luke.\n\nAlly eyed the two behind her, she had tried not to think of it but this might be the last time.\n\n“Don’t worry Alice, our agreement with rent won’t change.” said Chris.\n\n“I’m not worried about that, I'm going to miss this too.” said Ally.\n\nJohn brought her back to look up at him, she took the tip between her lips kissing it as he spoke.\n\n“The odds of us all getting girlfriends tonight is slim to none, even with your help.”\n\nAlly smiles at the thought and surprised him by plunging him into her mouth. Ally liked sucking John the most, he was the smallest so she could feel extra slutty with her face held against his pelvis without the accompanying sore throat afterwards. Her tongue running up his shaft as she went, his eyes looking away at the people below.\n\nAlly drew him free. “Hey, you are trying to hold off.”\n\nAlly had done this enough that she could tell.\n\nJohn raised a hand. “Guilty.”\n\nAlly gazed up into his eyes, his locked into hers as she took him deep, holding him while breathing through her nose, feigning that she was running out of air and melting onto his cock. John’s hand rolled her hair into his fist as his eyes lost focus, releasing into her. Ally slowly drew back swallowing and lingering at the tip, not yet ready to give this up. \n\n“Right. I’ll brush my teeth, you call the Uber.” said Ally.\n\n\\-\n\nAlly sat in the bathroom navigating social media as the sound of the bars music thumped through the walls, suddenly the music was crystal clear and she heard the inane conversations of a group of women touching up their makeup. Ally opened the groupchat and began typing.\n\nAlly: Blonde is DTF. Play it straight, get to the point but don’t be a cunt.\n\nAlly: Brunette just broke up, don't push her, emphasise “lets just have a fun night, nothing complicated” type thing.\n\nAlly: Redhead is crazy, don’t put your dick in her!\n\nAlly: Don’t use a pickup line, they hate them apparently.\n\nAlly ensured her phone was on silent for the 4th time and returned to her social media until the women left.\n\n\\-\n\nAlly approached the table to see Chris had paired up with the Red Head.\n\n“Oh my god.” said Ally in exasperation, plonking down into a chair while the trio of women tried to gauge her relationship with the men.\n\n“How did he go?” asked Jamie.\n\n“Do you have a quarter?” said Ally.\n\n“No, tell me it wasn’t the angel payphone one.” said Luke.\n\n“I didn’t even respond, but he still awkwardly finished the line anyway. Fuck I hate guys… present company excluded. Hello, I’m Ally… Don’t worry, I’m not with… anyone apparently.” said Ally.\n\nThe women where at ease and introduced themselves one at a time.\n\nAlly knew if a man couldn’t maintain a single platonic relationship with a woman it was a red flag, she was here as a reference so acting normal and adjusted was her task for the night. It was a difficult task but she owed it to them to pull it off.\n\n“How did you end up their roommate?” asked the Redhead.\n\n“I know, seems off and a terrible idea but I knew Luke in school, he is not the kind to live with assholes so I gave it a go, they have been nothing but gentlemen the whole time.” said Ally.\n\nAlly smiled on the outside but inside… It had worked. Flawlessly. Each man laughed and smiled with their partner. Instead of being the warm heart of the house, bringing them up after a bad day or letting them vent frustration… she was an appendix. The 7th wheel.\n\nAlly was happy for them, she just wished she could have been more selfish."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her tentacles held you tight, her fingers ran through your hair. Maybe you should visit the monster aquarium more often...
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"content": " \n\n“New Opportunities” read the sign originally. New had been crossed out and replaced with “Last” by a brave artist. The school was the last opportunity to get an education after the pitcher plant scenario had resulted in Chris being labelled a ‘threat to duty of care’. It was full of mature age students, monsters and dropouts. There were no uniforms thankfully, as forcing adults and monsters into a dress style seemed dehumanising… or rather, de- sapient… ising? \n\nChris shrugged the bag higher onto his arm and walked into the campus to be greeted by empty halls, trying to work out where the fuck ‘class C5’ was supposed to be, the classes around him all started with the letter D, it took him 15 minutes of encroaching dread to realise classes where labelled a letter for their floor with the exception of ‘Demountables’ with a D. Why? Fuck knows!\n\nHe found C on the third floor, C1, C2, C3, C4…\n\nThank the baby fucking Jesus!\n\nChris opened the loud door with relief to see 30 pairs of eyes freezing him to the spot. It was a ‘mixed’ class with a dozen students floating on the far side of a glass partition in a fish-tank. Swimming casually with their tablets staring at ‘the new kid’.\n\nA tall one cleared his throat and Chris realised the teacher was looking at him.\n\n“C5… you are C5…” managed Chris, holding out the crumpled paper as evidence he hadn’t fucked up.\n\n“Very good, I can see your reading comprehension is adequate…” said the teacher, ignoring the crumpled class plan Chris offered. “...Are you going to sit or stand there disturbing my class until I acknowledge you?” asked the teacher.\n\nChris eyed the chairs, there were 5 empty desks against the fish t… that's offensive… the atmospherically challenged? Worse. The aquarium. Chris sat beside the aquarium unsure how to join in as the teacher continued to state something about argument structure. It seemed like they were discussing hosting a debate. Chris was sweaty and the glass was cool against his palm.\n\n“Hello, I’m Clair.” said a voice in Chris’ head.\n\nChris jumped and turned to see the monster gi… the regular sapient female beside him. Who just happened to have long flowing tentacles for hair. Her hand was on the glass mirroring his while she stared unflinching at the teacher.\n\n“Don’t look at me, look at the teacher.” heard Chris from magical hand telepathy tentacle girl.\n\nChris watched the teacher in time for the panoptic glance to pass over him.\n\n“We are doing debates, pull out a book and pretend you are writing at least.”\n\nJohn kept his hand against the glass and fetched out an exercise book, flipping through his last schools work to the next empty page, spotting his ‘Pitcher Plant’ concept in happy excited writing on the last used page… like it wasn't the worst fucking idea he had ever had.\n\n“I’m Chris.” said Chris telepathically through the glass into Tentacle Chic… Clair’s head.\n\nIt was her turn to stare at him in shock.\n\n“Clair, please don’t let the new guy disrupt us more than he already has!” announced the teacher.\n\n“... sorry.” said Chris… telepathically of course, just assume all of the following dialogue is telepathic ok?\n\n“You can transmit?”\n\n“No.” said Chris, a smirk drawing across his lips.\n\n“Har har… can you do images?”\n\nChris pictured his drivers license that very clearly stated he was over 18.\n\nClair did the same.\n\n“Happy birthday.” said Chris.\n\n“It was 2 months ago.”\n\n“Happy… belated? That’s the word right?”\n\n“You’re a monster? You can telepathise.” said Clair.\n\n“Yeah, can do weak illusion fields too.”\n\n“Is that why you are here?”\n\n“Uh… you make it sound like prison, what you in for?”\n\n“Set fire to my science lab.” said Claire.\n\n“Accidents happen.”\n\n“So does arson… what you in for?”\n\n“Creating an illusion that effected my class mates.”\n\n“They don’t usually send you here for that.”\n\n“It involved nudity.” thought Chris, trying not to think of the image of 8 women ripping off their clothes so it wouldn't inadvertently transmit to Clair.\n\n“Ahhh…. Yup, that will do it. Welcome to Last Opportunity.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At a sexy costume party, everyone transforms into their costumes at the stroke of midnight. As you soon discover, this will be a night that is as carnal as it is chaotic.
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"content": "***Here's my take. Hope this is okay.*** \n\n\nPart 1\n\nWhen Linda was invited into Kim's costume party, she was excited. Kim Lorden was a long-time acquaintance, a stunningly beautiful woman who threw the best and wildest parties. She'd known Kim since high school and ever since since then, Linda's tried her hardest to become one of Kim's friends.\n\nShe hadn't had much success over the years, and even when she ended up working as a pharmaceutical sales rep in the same company as Kim, they remained acquaintances, distant friends at best.\n\nNow though, with the invitation at hand, Linda felt Kim was seeing her in a different light. Her mind filled with wonder and excitement, Linda seeing herself with Kim and the others on long trips. Linda seeing herself with Kim and her friends on wild weekends, drinking cocktails and partying the night away.\n\nLinda would finally be able to shed away her nerdy reputation and finally, finally get recognized as a hot pharma girl.\n\nShe giggled at the thought and quickly turned to face her reflection in the mirror. Her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair was tied up in a tight ponytail, her slim face hidden by the pair of thick prescription glasses she wore. Without any makeup (and Linda had to admit, she really didn't put on a lot of makeup most of the time), she looked rather plain, and admittedly, on the edge of nerdy.\n\n\"Well, no more. Not tonight.\" She said.\n\nShe went to her hobby room where her sewing and crafting tools were. Linda's mind raced as to what costume she'd wear and it felt like hours passed before she decided. The invite said to wear the most outlandish and sexiest costume, promising the attendees a night they'd never forget so make sure that their outfit matches their taste.\n\nFinally, Linda decided on what to wear. It'd be extreme, and with the mask on, nobody would recognize her until she took it off.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nThe evening of the party arrived and Linda, in full costume, entered Linda's place without being recognized. The place was huge, which wasn't surprising as Linda's parents were rich. The garden the party was being held at was large enough to hold hundreds of people, and amidst the gathered crowd, tables of food were set and at the center, a stage flanked by speakers had a DJ playing out music.\n\nAs she walked in, she balked as she saw what almost everyone else was wearing.\n\nShe saw Jennifer, an Asian girl who was Kim's friend for the longest time, clad in heels and nothing else. Well, she had what looked like body paint on, her skin was glowing like it was made of plastic and every joint in her body painted to make it look like she was a doll. With the platinum-blue wig and the silver contact lenses, Jennifer was dressed like a sex android.\n\nBeside her, a dark-skinned woman was dressed like a police offer, though not one that would be out on patrol. The hat, sunglasses, and black gloves looked legitimate, but the cropped navy blue shirt, tiny skirt, and knee-length boots were certainly screamed hooker or stripper more than police. She also had a belt where instead of a baton, the lady had a huge dildo holstered in place.\n\nA pair of twin redheads sauntered by Linda, giving her costume judgemental looks before moving into the crowd. Both girls were dressed like catgirls and by catgirls, both were just wearing cat ears, furry gloves and boots and as Linda observed, tails that were plugged right into their asses.\n\n\"Oh fuck.\" Linda said, as she began slowly backing up. Shit, she totally had the wrong costume on for this party.\n\nShe barely made two steps towards the door when she bumped into Kyle. He was handsome, a coworker who always looked tired due to the distances he traveled to get to his clients. As Linda turned, her eyes widened as she saw what he had on.\n\n\"Hey, easy bro.\" Kyle said, smiling. He had two drinks, one in each hand. On his head was a horned viking helmet and he wore leather gauntlets and thick combat boots that at a glance, would complete the Conan the Barbarian look he was going for. Instead of a loincloth though, Kyle had a tiny man-thong on, and the thing brown fabric that held his dick was bulging. \n\nIf he got a hard-on, that flimsy piece of clothing would flip out and everyone who'd see him would also get flashed.\n\n\"Dude, you really should have eased up on the costume.\" Kyle continued. \"Tonight's going to get wild and I don't think you'd want to spend more than a few minutes unbuckling yourself from your armor.\"\n\nHe sauntered off, heading towards a group of scantily-costumed girls before Linda could say anything. Her mind raced, panicked. She misread the invite, completely misunderstood the theme of the party. She thought quickly what she could do.\n\nShe was wearing tights underneath her costume, maybe she could pass herself off as Samus from Metroid. She had a huge chainsaw sword instead of a gun, but chances are Kim and most of the others here wouldn't notice, that'd work.\n\nShe could store her costume in the bathroom, get changed there. Carefully, she began making her way towards the bathroom to enact her plan. She again took two steps when the music stopped.\n\n\"Ladies and gentlemen!\" A voice suddenly boomed. \"I hope you're all having a good time!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She didn't believe in magic when she baked a lust spell into her cupcakes. She believes in magic now...
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"content": "Gemma and Jacob were perfect for each other. Both cute and funny, and more importantly - both single. That was why it was so frustrating that they were both too shy to make the first move. Hayley was going to have to take matters into her own hands to get them together.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe had it all planned out. Get them both over for a marathon of that stupid tv show both Gemma and Jacob liked, get a few drinks down them, maybe a couple of rounds of truth-or-dare... it was foolproof! When Hayley happened to see a recipe for *\"Lust muffins\"* that morning she had decided to make them on the spur of the moment, almost as a little joke to herself - there was no way that they'd actually work, right?\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSoon two perfect little muffins sat cooling on the kitchen worktop, waiting for Hayley's friends to join her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*\"mmm god these are delicious!\"* Gemma had squealed. Jacob nodded his head in fervent agreement, mouth too full of cake to actually speak. *\"have you had some?\"* Gemma asked, and Hayley had lied - patting her tummy and claiming to have already had a couple of muffins earlier, too full for anymore.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThey had taken the first couple of bites normally, and then become increasingly frenzied as they ate, as if they couldn't get enough of the cake inside them quickly enough. Within moments they had shovelled the whole thing into their mouths, and then they were both even licking the crumbs from paper liner\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*\"fucking weirdos\"* Hayley had thought to herself as she laughed. The fact that they both ate their muffins in such a strangely ravenous way was just more proof to Hayley of how well-suited her friends were for each other.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJacob was now sucking the paper that the muffins had been lined in, getting every last little bit of the taste out\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*\"are there any more muffins?\"* he asked with an urgent tone\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*\"more muffins? no, I-\"* Hayley began before Jacob interrupted \n\n&#x200B;\n\n*\"you look really fucking good today Hayley\"*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThis caught Hayley off guard. It wasn't unusual for the three friends to compliment each other, not at all, but the tone and the words he'd used just seemed a little weird.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nGemma was agreeing *\"yeah you're so pretty Hayley, I love your hair... and your... body...\"*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThey were beginning to creep Hayley out a little. Were they mad at her for trying to get them together all the time? Was it some weird joke? They were slowly moving towards Hayley, almost like a couple of wolves moving in for the kill, backing her up against the kitchen worktop\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*\"you're so fucking hot Hayley, and you don't even know it\"* Gemma said, with a wild look in her eyes.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*\"seriously fucking hot\"* agreed Jacob, his own eyes aflame with passion.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*\"guys, what the fuck is happening?\"* Hayley asked. Her friends were uncomfortably close up now, getting right into her personal space. Something at the back of her mind told her she had messed up with the muffins - she'd assumed if she fed them to her friends, they'd lust after each other. It was quickly becoming clear that the recipe made people lust after the baker.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHayley's mind was racing. There had to be some sort of antidote. Maybe she should tell her friends what was happening, that the muffins were magic. Her thoughts were interuppted by Gemma kissing her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAll three friends would sometime share a kiss on the cheek, in greetings or goodbyes, or maybe just when they'd had a drink and felt affectionate. This was completely different though. Gemma's hands in Hayley's hair, their tongues massaging one another. This was passionate and raw. Gemma seemed desperate for Hayley.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHayley tried to pull away, only for Jacob to start kissing her the same way. Hayley felt a large, firm bulge in Jacob's trousers pressing against her thigh, and realised that he must be very pleased to see her. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nBoth Jacob and Gemma started kissing and touching Hayley all over. She thought again that she should tell them to stop, but it was kind of hard when two attractive people had their hands and mouths on you. *\"fuck it\"* she thought *\"might as well see what happens next\"*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNow they were pulling at her clothes. They were truly desperate to have Hayley, and it made her so wet to feel this desired. They had her stripped completely in moments, showering her in kissed and compliments over every possible aspect of her body. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n*\"OK, maybe we need to take this to the bedroom guys - I'm not doing this in my kitchen\"*. Without another word Jacob threw Hayley over his shoulder, and raced down the hallway, before throwing her on her bed.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHayley shyly parted her legs for him, and for a moment Jacob looked like a little boy on Christmas day - excited and happy beyond belief. He began by kissing Hayley's feet and then working up her legs, kissing and biting her all the way until her whole body was tingling with excitement. When his tongue finally met her clit she was almost delirious with anticipation.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nGemma was hurridley undressing herself, unable to tear her eyes away from Hayley's body the whole time. Once she was naked too she knelt over so she could kiss and caress Hayley's breasts, taking them in her hands, sucking on her nipples. Gemma's own breasts hung invitingly over Hayley's face, it would've been rude not take them into her own mouth and pleasure her friend back.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHayley had shuddering orgasm after orgasm. Gemma and Jacob were insatiable, unstoppable. There was not a single inch of her body which was not kissed or stroked or touched or fucked. She was almost exhausted, wondering where her friends boundless stamina had come from, or how long it would last (or how she would look either of them in the face again without blushing madly once this was over).\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe found herself kneeling in front of Jacob, and summoned her last remaining reserves of energy, vigorously stroking his cock for him. Her wrist quickly began to ache, but she could see he was finally getting close and so Hayley didn't falter, almost furiously pumping at his dick with her hand.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe began begging for him to cum, begging him to finish on her. It was the only thing she could think of left to try which might break the magic. He had pleased her so many times that evening, and she had often secretly thought about doing this for him anyway.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nGemma knelt behind Hayley, kissing her shoulders and her neck as she worked Jacob's cock. She started biting Hayley's earlobes playfully, reaching around and groping her breasts. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nSomething about the way Gemma was playing with Hayley, coupled with everything else Hayley was doing for him seemed to be what Jacob needed to get over that edge, and with a long groan he let himself go all over Hayley's face and chest. Jet after jet after jet, as though he had been edging himself for months, and only just found release.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThis excited Gemma to the point where she started desperately licking Jacob's cum from Hayley - making sure not to miss a single spatter, and sending little spasms of pleasure through her as she sucked the cum off Hayley's tits.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe tension in the room broke, and then all of a sudden Gemma and Jacob were now kissing each other for the first time. Hayley realised that some of the Lust Muffin's magic must've found it's way to Jacob's cum, and now Gemma had tasted it she wanted more.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHayley was finally able to slip away from her friends attentions. Every inch of her ached in the nicest possible way, but now she needed to sleep. Her friends could share her bed tonight - she would take the sofa and be grateful for it. \n\n\nHayley snuggled down under the spare blankets; she would bake some more muffins tomorrow for breakfast."
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"content": "Sarah rolled over, feeling uncomfortably warm. The room looked somewhat strange, a bit brighter than she remembered, yet at the same time it was hard to see. She looked down in seeming slow motion to see her bed was completely on fire. She felt like she weighed a thousand pounds, but she eventually got up and escaped, and starting making her way for the door. She still felt very hot, and she realized her clothes were on fire. She flailed, ripping off her t-shirt and leggings, but in her weakened state they got stuck on stuck on her ankles. The flames raced across the walls in front of her, there was no time, she had to get outside- she darted forward and was suddenly falling, in real time.\n\n\nShe stopped in the air, suddenly in a different room...the living room of her apartment. She realized Michael was holding her, saying something sotfly as he helped her upright- then she realized she was quite naked. She screamed, or more accurately, continued her screaming. She tried to run the other direction, this time being stopped by Leah, who wrapped her in a blanket. \"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay,\" she cooed, bringing Sarah back to Earth. \"Just sit back down, darling, you're still half asleep,\" she lowered her into the recliner next to them and then sat on the couch next to Michael.\n\n\nSarah took deep breaths until she wasn't panting. \"I... I'm so embarrassed.\" \n\n\n\"Oh, you can't control it, you're a sleepwalker\" Leah said casually, ready to resume the movie that Sarah has missed most of.\n\n\n\"I mean, sure but the naked part is weird...\" Sarah said. Leah and Michael shared a meaningful glance. \"...Oh my god, this has happened before, hasn't it?\"\n\n\nLeah sucked her teeth and nodded. Michael said, \"Usually you eventually just go to bed, not try to leave...\"\n\n\n\"We didn't think it was that big a deal. I mean it is fucking warm, not a terrible instinct.\" She shrugged. \"Nothing we've never seen before...oh, well you know what I mean, haha.\"\n\n\n\"Huh...well okay, cool...\" Her face gradually grew less red but her body still felt flushed and sweaty. She leaned forward to peel of the remainder of the leggings, accidentally letting the wool blanket slide open. She froze; she normally would have scrambled to fix it but the immediate cooling relief was too enticing, it made her brave. She closed her eyes, unable to risk seeing a glance in her direction... though the idea of one coming her way sense of delicious wave of electricity over her skin. After a minute of internal coaching, she slowly moved her arms outside the cover to the armrest, exposing herself further. She reclined the chair with a small smile, enjoying the air from the ceiling fan careess her. She was glad they weren't offended by her body cause this experiment was a point of no return. This felt right."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Bottomless
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"content": "My ideas \n1. A young woman hurries to go to work on a cold February morning. She prepares her makeup and hair when an urgent call suddenly comes in, prompting her to hurry. By the time she hails a taxi to her her office, she realizes that all she did was grab her bag and put on her coat: She's otherwise bare naked underneath.\n\n2. During lunch, a ditzy woman accidentally spills her drink/food onto her skirt, thoroughly soaking it and ruining the material. Due to this and how uncomfortable it is, she removes it, cleans it the best she can, and tries to go through the rest of her day sans skirt and panties without anyone noticing.\n\n3. An adventurer gets separated from her group during a mission to clear a goblin nest and just barely manages to avoid one of their traps. Unfortunately, the trap hooks at her gear, tearing away her pants/bottom half of her robe into shreds."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One of a group of adult magical girls is having an affair with one of their sexy villainess foes behind her friends' backs. Surely nothing bad (and kinky) can come of this...!
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"content": "Terra Sunder screamed for help and struggled against the tight manacles, padded straps wrapped around her arms, thighs and waist left her bound upright as the evil Doctor Patient stepped slowly down the stairs into her lair. \n\n“Scream all you like girlie, your cries can't make it through these padded walls!” said Patience as she pulled on the rubber gloves.\n\n“I had those straps and this room made just for you, your formidable might is not enough to break free this time!”\n\nTerra looked on in horror, she had been captured, there was no way to break free.\n\n“And the hypnosis device?” asked Terra.\n\n“Tuned especially for your specific tasty emanations.”\n\n“All this for me? That’s so sweet Patience.” said Terra.\n\nDoctor Patient paused mid glove.\n\n“S-sorry… you won't get away with this!”\n\nThe black latex glove held Terra’s chin firmly to look up into Patient’s eyes.\n\n“I already have, for even now your sisters are busy with the Uncare Taker and his…”\n\n“Monologuing.” whispered Terra.\n\n“You’re sisters are quite busy.” corrected Patient.\n\n“Without knowledge of your plants, however will I escape?”\n\n“You wont!” said Patient as her hand ran down Terra’s spandex outfit. Terra leaned into the hand, wanting it to feel grope her and not just tease. She knew just where Terra’s spots were.\n\n“Oh fuck! Not there!” screamed Terra.\n\nPatient paused and Terra gave a slight nod.\n\n“But enough toying with you, If i am to cure you of these delusions of heroism I must first remove your costume.” said Patient, barely able to contain an insidious laugh.\n\nThat manic smile got Terra every time.\n\nPatient took the suggestive zip of Terra’s outfit and ran it down slowly, the stretched material pulling back to reveal her cleavage and stomach. Tara looked away from the fingers at her buttons to the doctor. Terra struggled in the restraints, knowing out of her hero uniform her ticklish spots would be exposed. Doctor Patient ran the zip down to Terra’s pelvis. Terra bit her lip as she looked into Patient’s eyes, she was trapped, helpless, she could do whatever she wanted with her.\n\n“I’ll get free, then you will be sorry.” said Terra.\n\nTerra felt Doctor Patients rubber gloves slide into her pants, her fingers running along her slit.\n\n“You’re trying my patience.” said Patient with a cocked eyebrow.\n\nTerra couldn’t stay in her alter ego and failed to bite back a laugh.\n\n“Too on the nose?” asked Patient, her fingers running harshly over Terra’s clit to break her laugh into a moan.\n\n“N-no… it’s… im scared.” gasped Terra.\n\n“Good, before I start your therapy however, I should torture you for information.”\n\nTerra felt the table fall back into a horizontal position. She could see the roof above her and the small globe that hung as Doctor Patient stepped menacingly around the table. She climbed up, lifting her skirt around her hips as she lowered herself toward Terra’s lips.\n\n“Do you feel like telling me the location of your accomplices?”\n\n“N-no, I’ll never talk!”\n\n“Then you don’t need that mouth, time to put it to better use.”\n\nDoctor Patient brought her shaved sex down toward Terra’s lips, taking a hand full of her hair and pinning her face between her thighs. Terra tried to resist… a little. And brought her tongue to Patient’s clit. She lapped at it greedily as the Doctor kept it just on the edge of her reach. Terra tasted her lips as a latex glove ran down, holding them apart and smothering Terras mouth. The hand in her hair held her firm in case she bit again. She didn’t have to worry about that, it had been months since Tara had considered Doctor Patient a real villain. Sure she tortured her sister but she was nice with Terra so she was nice back. Her tongue running down to dip inside her. Tasting the sweet juices.\n\n“Oh… holy fuck.” said Patient.\n\nTerra smiled, suckling on the clit and running her tongue over it. \n\n“Oh fuck, you’re my favourite Tara.” \n\nTerra hungrily lapped and suckled her while enjoying the feel of the blue latex glove against her tongue. Doctor Patient rose on Terra’s face, smoothing her nose and held by her firmly in place by her hair.\n\n“No biting, or you will be sleeping in a straight jacket.” said Doctor Patient.\n\nTerra didn’t get a good breath and already felt empty. She pulled against the padded restraints but couldn’t get free, her tongue and lips stopped as Doctor Patient smiled, juices flowing freely as she looked into Terra’s panicked eyes. Terra pulled against the hand in her hair as her body began to shake, panic getting a firm hold of her. Tara felt Patience cumming, her hips riding Tara’s face as she closed her eyes.\n\nTara bit down only a little on her lip, just a little to let her know she needed air.\n\n“Fuck!” said Doctor Patient, pushing Tara’s head down against the padded table where she could gulp down air.\n\n“I thought we were past biting Tara.” said Doctor Patient.\n\nShe held her pelvis out of reach, Terra wanted to make it up to her but her head was held down while the black latex glove slid two fingers inside herself. \n\n“I’ll do better, I’m sorry Doctor Patient!”\n\nDoctor pulled the two fingers out, smearing her juices on Terra’s face before climbing off. Terra watched her walk toward the bin, slipping off the gloves and taking a paper towel to wipe Terra’s face. \n\n“You won't get away with this!” said Terra.\n\nDoctor Patient pressed a buzzer and stepped toward the door. Just before she could reach it two white robots came crashing through the door. They gazed at Terra Sunder’s open costume that Doctor Patient forgot to zip up. \n\n“What did you do to her, you foul fiend!” said one.\n\n“Doctor Patient Confidentiality.”\n\nThere were only two so they both focused on rescuing Terra rather than pursuing the villain. Terra found herself freed from the straps and carried to safety across the city, her feet dragging along the linoleum. She was taken back home to her one room apartment.\n\n“Patience said to put her in a jacket tonight.” said one of the robots. They glanced at each other and Terra hugged herself after another wonderful date with Doctor Patient. She lay down hugging herself to sleep with a happy smile.\n\n\\-\n\nTerra woke up to see Doctor Patient at her apartment door, she never saw her here before. Terra could hear her sisters in the apartments adjacent through the open door. Doctor Patient would have to be quiet.\n\n“I felt bad, thought I’d give you a present for the night.” she said.\n\nShe stepped inside taking some villainous device from her pocket. Terra didn’t know what to say, she couldn’t stop hugging herself, the Doctor must have a hypnosis field nearby.\n\n“What did you get me?” asked Terra.\n\nDoctor Patient glared at her and cleared her throat.\n\n“S-sorry… what foul thing do you intend to inflict upon me, villain?”\n\n“Treatment.” said the doctor as she knelt down on the floor. She pulled Terra’s pants down at the hip, pressing a small pink object into her lips with a little effort. Terra hadn’t yet had an opportunity to get worked up. Terra felt the sudden vibrations as the controller was tucked into her pants and the crotch strap was placed back over her pelvis.\n\n“Oh… th-thankyou… c-can you turn it d-down?”\n\nDoctor Patient pulled the crotch strap 3 notches tighter.\n\n“The batteries will run out soon enough. Good night Tara.” said the doctor.\n\n“F-fuck…” managed Terra as her lips where kissed.\n\nHer arms were still hugging herself no matter how much she fought it. The doctor closed the door leaving her in darkness. No sound, no light. Just the feeling of buzzing that she couldn’t stop."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You awaken one day to find the metaphorical Angel and Devil that usually reside on your shoulders to be real. They are invisible to everyone else, have some sort of magic, and offer your advice. Not advice on how to be good/evil, more of how to get off in creative ways.
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"content": "It's kind of a short response and it's probably not exactly what you were looking for, but I hope you enjoy it. \n\n***\nStephanie sighed deeply, fidgeting with her pen as she side-eyed coworker, Adam, a cubicle away. A wistful grin curled the ends of her lips. He was working on some spreadsheet, his strong fingers tapping away at his keyboard, blissfully unaware of the filthy things they were doing to her, inside her head. \n\nHer daydreaming was broken when she saw *it* floating there, somewhere in the periphery of her vision, was the little demon version of herself that appeared a few days ago. The *demon,* as she knew it wasn’t very demonic in nature at all. It looked just like a shrunken version of herself, perhaps a little edgier. She dyed her brown hair black, and she wore thick black eyeliner and dark fingernail polish, and she loved showing off her hot little hourglass figure. The thing appeared to her naked every single time she showed up, but she never gave her any malicious advice. She was just, well, she was a pervert… \n\nIf the demon was here, the *angel* was never far behind. *Angel* being a very loose description, like her demon it looked much like a tiny version of herself, only neater. Her hair was always pulled back, she wore no make-up but always looked radiant. She carried herself with a touch more modesty than her *demon* counterpart, wearing a sheer-silk little robe, every time she appeared. However, this little piece of her subconscious was just as perverted as the other. A point she tried to make clear, but the angelic-figure only scoffed, insisting that her suggestions were always the wisest course. \n\n“Just go over and sit in his lap,” her demon-visage suggested, “roll your hips a little, that way he knows you’re serious…”\n\n“You give bad advice,” Stephanie answered dismissively. \n\n“She does…” said the angelic little version of Stephanie as she floated into view. Her silken robes hanging loosely off her figure as she swam through the air, “I told you putting that carrot in your mouth after you put in your ass was a bad idea…”\n\n“She only gagged because she shoved it too deep,” the little demon argued. \n\n“You’re not much better,” Stephanie objected, “I put those clothespins on my nipples —like you suggested— and they’re still super sensitive!”\n\n“I did warn you, you could get addicted,” the angelic vision tittered, “besides, I think you rather enjoyed that.”\n\n“I can’t even wear a bra now!” Stephanie complained.\n\nStephanie’s nipples were already half-stiff, threatening to poke through the fabric of her blouse, and they had been in that state for days. \n\nTruthfully, she had been on edge since the metaphysical reflections first appeared. They were changing her. No one else could see or hear them, but every time they appeared she felt tingly, and a warmth spread out from the pit of her stomach to the very tips of her fingers, but when they left she was always covered in sweat and shame. \n\nStephanie groaned hopelessly, “What do you suggest?” she asked her angel.\n\n“Take a video of yourself masturbating in the bathroom and send it to him,” the angel suggested with a smirk, “this way if he’s not into it, you can just pretend it was an accident…”\n\nThe little-edgy-nude-version of herself floated in front of Stephanie’s face and stroked her chin, and nodded in agreement, “…play with your ass too, he’ll like that,” she added. \n\nStephanie could feel heat leak through her panties, “I’m absolutely not doing any of that,” Stephanie answered. *She had known him two years, and in that time, she’d only sent him some polite holiday greetings.*\n\nHer little angelic form floated up to shove her counterpart away, drawing out some half-hearted protests from the nude girl. “I could organize a little wardrobe malfunction, that could get his attention?” suggested the angelic figure. \n\n“Or I could arrange a little chair accident, so you land face first in his dick,” answered the demonic figure as she floated back into view.\n\nSomething about the conversation was making her pussy hotter, her cheeks were starting to burn. \n\nStephanie sighed, she knew from experience something was going to happen, it would only be a matter of time before she gave in to one of them. \n\nSuddenly, Adam stopped typing and cleared his throat, “You say something, Steph?”\n\n“I-I- uhm…” Stephanie stammered.\n\n“Ask if you can sit on his face!” The little demon suggested.\n\n“Don’t be ridiculous,” The little angel groaned, “drive under your desk and we’ll rip your skirt,” the angel grinned confidently.\n\nWithout putting a second thought into the suggestion Stephanie slid from her chair and fell on all fours, “dropped my pen,” she answered from under her desk. The words had just barely left her lips when she heard the audible rip followed by a cool gust of air on her bare ass cheeks. She knew her pink thong was exposed, as her pencil skirt seemed to split apart along the back seam into an inexplicably wide opening.\n\nShe heard Adam rise from his chair, and walk towards her desk, “Oh my god, Steph,” he called out, “are you okay?”\n\n“Wiggle your ass…” The little demon whispered in her ear."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Normally, she didn't have a problem with her gifts being regifted. However when she, with a red ribbon tying her wrists behind her back, *was* the gift, it was a bit of a different situation!
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"content": "Claire checked everything was in order, note, subtly disguised breathing holes, the off button on her computer was uncluttered so she could use her nose. Claire shook out the last of her tension. It’s ok, Claire had wanted to do this for 3 Christmases now but always chickened out. Not this year!\n\nClaire followed the instructional video, her lips sucking on the ballgag to contain her drool. She didn’t want it to mark the beautiful red ribbon. Clair’s elbows were drawn tight together arching out her ample breasts with the bows held up high on her nipple piercings. Claire pulled one last time against the door handle, the ribbon pulling tight around her elbows to lock the knot in place. The point of no return. She would need somebody else to untie her now, or smash a window and do it like in the movies. Claire thought she would have been nervous at this point, all she felt was the guarantee that something sexy was happening tonight with her in this state. It was a good omen. Claire pressed the spacebar with her nose, one last play through, her lips miming the words around the gag, she had seen it that many times. The video got to the good part and Claire found herself squirming in her chair, the soft tinkling of the bell and bow on her clit piercing reminding her that it was out of her reach now. Claire was getting worked up with no way to relieve it. She eyed the spacebar. No, if she watched it again it was going to be for enjoyment, she knew the process, she could no longer quench that need and pulled herself away from the image of the struggling woman knowing soon it would be her. Claire had given control of her enjoyment over to Simon now, her lovely husband… who was still an hour away by plane. The thought wasn’t helping and unless she wanted to go mad with lust she should stop putting it off. Claire smushed her nose to the power off button.\n\n\\-\n\nClaire sat under the suspended box, her fingers pulling the ribons tight that bound her ankles to her thighs, holding in the muscle to put her sex on display. She gave one last glance to the note and pulled the knot closed, locking her ankle in place. Not even holywood broken glass antics could free her now.\n\nClaire writhed in the ribbon, she could feel it building. Every time she had tied herself before she had a toy inside, this time, knowing she was truly stuck was a far more powerful aphrodisiac. Clair smirked at how this next bit would look in the footage later, glancing to the hidden camera before headbutting a present out of the way and causing the box to fall, sealing her in darkness.\n\n20 minute wait. It was an eternity, more so by the pulsing of her clit and the occasional twinkle of the bell as she shook. The little asshole mocking her helplessness to relieve the need, it was supposed to be a cute decoration but every time it chimed it reminded her how exposed she was. Clair arched her spine, her nipple running over the inside of the box. Oh Jesus, she needed him.\n\n\\-\n\nClaire heard the kets and exhaled relief, thank the baby fucking jesus. She could hear him talking to John on the phone. If John delayed her opening his present she was going to kill him. Clair heard John’s voice… speaker phone?\n\nThe door opened and their voices became sharp and clear.\n\n“Too easy man, nobody should be alone on Christmas.” said John’s crystal clear, totally not a phone call voice.\n\n“It’s bloody cold, stop talking and get inside! Coffee, first thing coffee!” said Sarah… shit. They were followed by Alice and Chris which meant Piri and Mr Thatcher were probably here too. Sitting quietly as they were introverts.\n\nSimon read out her note that apologised for her absence and hoped the present would make up for it. There were a few ‘aws’ from the girls.\n\n“Should you guys open yours first and save Clair’s for last?” asked Simon. Yes!\n\n“No, you first.” said Sarah. No!\n\nClaire struggled but it only aroused her, she had been edging for 20 minutes and the thought of being seen only amplified the problem. The box lifted and she was blinded by the light. She struggled as a moan escaped her throat, the soft tinkling of her clit playing to the room.\n\n“Looks like Claire made it after all.” said Sarah, the smile coming through her voice.\n\nClaire could make out the 6 faces watching her. She looked up to see Simon’s stunned smile turn to lust, she could see him growing hard. Claire closed her eyes, wanting to block it out as her hips shook. No… not now, not here. It was too much, a moan running out of her lips as she clenched around nothing. They were watching her about to cum and she couldn't do anything about it. She tried to think of something else, anything else! Every thought about how trapped she was only taking her closer to an inescapable performance.\n\n“Is she?” “Should I be looking?” “You can if I can.” “I think she is about too…” “She doesn’t even have anything touching her.”\n\n“Simon, do you want us to leave?” asked Chris.\n\n“I… I’m not sure but I think she is about to cum. It would be rude to not see the present right?” he started serious but turned to a smirk.\n\nClaire could feel her cheeks flushing red, her fast breaths turning to long ragged gasps as she bore down.\n\n“Nothing is even touching her. Someone put her out of her misery and give her a hand.” said Piri.\n\nClaire felt a fingertip at her lips and opened her eyes to see… Sarah? Of all people. Claire’s hips bucked over the fingertip, she didn’t care, she needed to cum more than she needed to get away. A long moan rolled out of her, ragged gasps as she came over a single fingertip. \n\n“I think Claire wins best present,” said Chris.\n\n“Well the holiday is about sharing, Chris, give me a hand?” said Simon.\n\nThey lifted her by her thighs to the coffee table, like she was a display piece, already feeling the next climax on the way."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Edge Note: A succubus drops a notebook to earth; write the name of anyone in the book, and they will be unable to cum until their name is written again...
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"content": ">Hi Matt, \n> \n>Please stop by my office today at 2. I have something to discuss with you. \n> \n>Shannon Smith, Head of Sales.\n\nI glance at the clock on my office wall; only five minutes to go until Matt arrives for our “meeting.” It's time for last-minute preparations.\n\nI open the top drawer of my desk and take out the book. It’s small and unassuming – the cover is plain black, and its ruled pages are empty except for a few lines of writing on the very first one:\n\n~~SHANNON SMITH~~\n\n~~SHANNON SMITH~~\n\n~~SHANNON SMITH~~\n\nMATT WILLIAMS\n\nI pick up a pen and cross through Matt’s name with a single, neat stroke, smiling as I do so. The first lines were the result of my initial, incredulous experimentation with the book; I’d had to write and strike through my own name three times before I could really believe the instructions printed in the book’s front cover. But once I had assured myself that its power was real, it didn’t take me long to choose my first target. I’d written down Matt’s name that very same evening. That was two weeks ago to the day – minus a few hours. I can’t wait to see the state he’s in.\n\nI close the book and return it to its drawer; place the lid on the pen and set it aside. Then, on impulse, I reach under my skirt and shimmy out of my already-damp panties, bending forward to work them carefully over my heels and off my legs. They go in the drawer as well. Four minutes to go. I pretend to busy myself with a sheet of sales figures, but my mind is already anticipating Matt’s arrival. The mere thought of what’s to come sends a thrill through me, sends blood rushing to my loins.\n\nJust after two, there’s a knock on the door.\n\n“Come in,” I call, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. Poor Matt – an unexplained summons from the head of one’s department is a scary thing at the best of times, let alone when you’re already on tenterhooks from such an… unusual physiological ailment as his. He’ll be a nervous wreck, for sure. But he needn’t worry – he’ll know the score soon.\n\n“Good afternoon, Shannon,” Matt says nervously, opening the door and poking his head inside.\n\n“That’ll be Miss Smith, please, Matt,” I say sharply, barely looking up from my papers. He’s clearly already tense, but I can’t resist ramping things up a bit further. Everyone uses first names in the office; he’ll be wondering what he can possibly have fucked up for me to demand such a formal address.\n\n“Sorry, Miss Smith,” he says hurriedly, stepping into the office. God, he’s so flustered. It’s adorable.\n\nI look up and nod, acknowledging his apology. “Close the door and sit down, Matt.”\n\nHe obeys quickly. Once he’s seated, I put my papers to one side and finally make eye contact with him.\n\nThere’s a long silence. Eventually Matt breaks it, evidently too nervous to keep quiet any longer. “Miss Smith, whatever I’ve-”\n\n“Quiet, Matt.”\n\nHe balks slightly. It’s good to know there’s still some backbone in him, but I do need to keep him on the back foot. So I continue before he can offer a rebuttal.\n\n“I know you can’t climax, Matt.”\n\nHe looks at me aghast, and I feel a grin spreading across my face in spite of myself. Ugh, he’s just so… horrified! It’s hilarious to watch.\n\n“What?” he asks in a whisper. “How do you… what do you…”\n\n“It began two weeks ago,” I continue curtly. “Every time you’ve tried to masturbate, you’ve been unable to come. Unable to feel any relief. You’ve been growing anxious, distracted. It’s affecting your work, and your mood.”\n\n“How… what are you talking about?” he stammers.\n\nI give him a stern look. “I believe I told you, Matt, to address me as Miss Smith. I suggest you revise your tone if you want to escape your predicament.”\n\n“What…?” There’s dawning horror on his face, and he begins to rise out of his chair. “You mean *you* did this to me?”\n\n“Sit down, Matt,” I say evenly. “Yes. I did this to you.”\n\n“Like hell am I-” Matt freezes, half-standing, grasping for words. “This is fucked up. How can you do this? What, have you been drugging my food or something?”\n\n“Miss Smith,” I correct him yet again. “And no, I haven’t been drugging your food.” I flash him a cheeky smile. “I’ve cast a spell on you.”\n\nHe laughs and slumps back into his chair. “That’s insane, *Miss Smith,*” he sneers. *“*At the very least it’s sexual harrassment.”\n\n“Well, if you say so,” I say casually. “Feel free to report me to HR, if you want. You can tell them what I said. Who knows, they might even believe you. But I wouldn’t advise it if you ever want to have another orgasm.”\n\nHe stares at me incredulously, and I stare back. I know I’m playing a dangerous game, but you don’t make head of sales without some serious nerve. With a guy like Matt, you just have to call his bluff and he’ll fold before you know it.\n\nEventually he breaks eye contact and looks down. “Alright then, what are you playing at?” he mutters. “Miss Smith,” he adds quickly.\n\nI smile again. “That’s better. But you’ll have to be more specific. When you say ‘playing at…’”\n\nHe grimaces. “I mean… what have you done to me, Miss Smith?”\n\n“It’s like I told you: I’ve cast a spell on you,” I tell him, ignoring his look of disblief. “From now on, only I can make you come. If anybody else, including you, tries, you’ll just stay on the edge of orgasm indefinitely.”\n\nHe looks back up at me, shaking his head. “A spell? This… this can’t be real.”\n\n“Oh, but it is,” I smirk. “You’ve already felt it, haven’t you. Desperately stroking your cock, night after night. Wearing yourself out, trying to make yourself come for hours and hours, but failing each time… Wondering what’s happening to you, why nothing works…”\n\n“Stop!” Matt says. And then quieter, “Okay, I get it, Miss Smith. But… how? And why me?”\n\n“The ‘how’ is simple,” I say chidingly. “It’s a magic spell.” His face twists in annoyance, but I continue. “As for the why… the truth is, I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Matt.”\n\nHis brow furrows. “Really? Me?”\n\nI nod. “Yes, Matt. You’re really quite attractive, and it’s clear from your work that you’re good at completing projects when you put your mind to them.” His face brightens up a bit as I say that, in spite of everything. Like I said – adorable. “But you can be somewhat lazy, not to mention self-centered. So if anything’s going to happen between us, I need to be sure that you’re going to put in the effort I deserve.”\n\nHis mouth drops open as he realizes what I’m saying. “Wait, so you mean…”\n\n“Yes, Matt. I want you to make love to me. Here, and now.”\n\nHe leans back in his chair. “And what happens if I say no?”\n\n“Oh, nothing much,” I reply airily. “If you don’t want to, you can be on your way, and I shan’t bother you about it again. I’m sure you’ll be able to have quite a fulfilling life, in spite of the spell. But if you want there to be any orgasms in your future… well, you’ll have to earn them, that’s all.”\n\n“Earn them… from you?” Matt says, disbelieving.\n\nI nod silently.\n\nHe looks at me without speaking for several seconds, but at last releases a resigned sigh. Just like that, I’ve won the deal.\n\n“Okay then,” he grunts. “What do you want from me?”\n\n\\~\\~\\~\n\nTo be continued! Visit u/shadyforestgreen for more stories."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She’s the most affectionate and love-dovey person you’ve met with no interest in anything sexual. “I may not be that experienced but love can do anything, right?”. She said before giving you the best sex in your life.
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"content": "Christy didn’t know anything about sex, the other cat girls gushed about how amazing it was, she would just take it as an opportunity to have a bathroom break or make snacks. Until she met Simon.\n\nChris was bright red, her fingers at the hem of her shirt after they had spent an hour of him stroking her ears to a movie, half an hour of cuddling, 15 minutes of kissing but she wanted more. Christy pulled her shirt over her head to reveal the light blue bra. She wished she had paid attention now. Christy pulled back down into his arms as she straddled Simon’s lap, he had taken off his shirt first and it seemed like a good idea. Christy felt his skin against hers, his fingers curling to the spot behind her ear to make her release a high pitched moan into his lips. Goosebumps prickled down the back of her neck. She wanted him to feel this good but he wasn’t a cat boy and she had no idea how to do it.\n\nChristy’s hands ran down his body, over his strong chest, his nipples did nothing for him, down lower to his waist. Her fingers moved over the hard lump to draw a moan from him. Christy smiled into his lips, her fingertips running his fly down slowly, unclasping the button to run down over his length. It wasn’t just any part that he liked, some areas made him gasp more than others. Christy couldn’t see what she was doing and she wanted to learn. Christy slid off his lap, kneeling between his feet as her hand ran over his length, her fingertips running up to the tip, just below the head he seemed to like the most. A small drop of clear liquid appearing at his tip. Would it be weird if she… Christy leaned forward to lick the drop, it tasted sweet and Simon’s head instantly fell back with a moan. Christy watched him, eyes locking to his as he recovered and experimentally ran the tip of her tongue over where her thumb had found him most sensitive. She could see it in his eyes, ‘*that’* was how he made her feel when he stroked her ears. Christy beamed with a smile, she could do it, she was worried he wouldn’t like how inexperienced she was. Christy watched the effects she had on him as her tongue lapped at the tip, her fingers holding his length as she ran her hand up toward her mouth, tasking another sweet drop against her tongue. She wanted more, she changed focus to kiss the top, opening her lips and trying to suck more of the taste. Simon’s fingers gripped the couch tightly, her lips unable to hide her smile as she slid more of him between her lips, her lips running down over the head so she could run her tongue over his sensitive spot and suck at the same time. \n\n“Oh holy… how are you this good?” asked Simon.\n\nShe was doing it right, Christy pulled him free to beam up at him, her eyes closing slightly as his fingers ran into her hair. Oh god that felt good. It also brought her hair out of the way when she went back. She went straight for the whole tip, her hands pulling back strands of her hair to place into his grip. Christy felt him guide her down his length. Why didn’t she use his hand sooner? He knew what he liked. Christy followed it, sucking and lapping at his cock as it made more and more of the sweet tasting liquid. The more she could take, the more he liked it, she ran her lips down swallowing him into her throat. She looked up and relaxed, it was clear he liked this, Christy had nothing to worry about. She calmed herself and ran her lips down, holding she could reach the base. Her throat moaning over his length when his fingers grazed her ear. \n\n“Y-your so good.” said Simon, his hand guiding her back before she could reach the base. The smile flashing back over her lips.\n\n“I want to feel you on my cock.” said Simon, his hands running down to her sides. She would be back where she didn’t know what she was doing if she followed them to his lap. She wanted this first time to be something she seemed to understand, if she was in his lap the next time and she wasn’t doing it right, she could return to what she knew. \n\n“No, I want to finish this,” said Christy. She hadn’t yet seen if she could get her lips all the way down.\n\n“Hold my hair, I want to try something.” said Christy.\n\nShe smiled at him, he was so hard in her fingers. Christy licked the fresh sweet drop, tasting her reward before running her lips over him, sliding her tongue around his length as it slowly passed into her mouth. She took a deep breath in through her nose and slid lower, lower. Christy relaxed around him, swallowing at the last inch. She could do it. She looked up, wanting to see him as she made it down the last inch. It was too much for him, like when she used all his fingers on both her ears, he tried to look into her eyes but his fast breaths and the hand that tightened in her hair showed it was too much. She felt him swell between her lips as she reached the base, her nose touching his skin as she moaned down his length. She felt it, rushing down her throat as she swallowed. Christy pulled back, tasting the rest over her tongue. She could make him feel good and it tasted so good. She could understand why her sisters like sex so much."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are turning me into your perfect fuckdoll.
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"content": "When the Misogynist Rights Party first started up many of us (including myself) thought they were a dumb joke. We stopped laughing when they crushed allcomers at the polls, winning well over 50% of the vote - even many women voted for them, to my amazement.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI'd voted the other way, but when their main policy became law I wasn't too proud to take advantage.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAll men now had the right to permanently alter their wives or girlfriends. Sure the women *technically* had to agree, but this was a fig-leaf, a bump in the road. We all knew that in practice they couldn't really refuse.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSome men went crazy with it. Comically oversized tits, tiny waists, huge lips. One friend of mine turned his wife into an 8ft dominatrix, with permanently attached stilletos, and a whip where her left hand had been. A colleague had extra vaginas installed in his girlfriends feet\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThat sort of thing didn't appeal to me; I was genuinely attracted to Sara as she was. I mean - obviously, I still made her tits a little bigger, her ass that bit tighter. She was still recognisably my Sara though. Just maybe the best possible version of her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe main reason I signed her up was for the App. Complete control of my girlfriend from my phone. Sara had some fun with it too - a few presses on the screen, a couple of swipes, and she could have a completely new hairstyle in seconds. She could play with her make-up all day, changing colours almost at the click of a finger.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThat wasn't the most fun part though. I paid a little extra for some implants which could make her orgasm on demand. Sometimes we would be shopping together, having a nice normal day, and then I'd subtly get my phone out and press the button.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA sudden rush of blood, chemicals surging through her, making her weak at the knees. Her hold of my hand going from \"cute and affectionate\" to \"overwhelming orgasm death grip\" in an instant. I loved seeing her so helpless like that; her eyes half-begging me to stop, half-begging me to do it again. A couple of other men made the mistake of using this toy while their wives or girlfriends were driving. Now all cars were completely AI controlled, so in a way they'd saved lives in the long run.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe absolute best part of the app though? Instant blowjobs. No matter where we were, what we were doing, I only had to put in a code and she would be overcome with desire to suck my cock.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEach woman had her own unique code, but of course a lot of men shared them with each other. You could be in a bar or a restaurant, and you'd see a random code graffitied on a wall. Type it in, and a woman you'd never even spoken to before would be compelled to come suck you off. It became a fun prank to try and get the codes of your friends girlfriends, just for the look on your friends face.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI kept Sara's code to myself, but that didn't mean I didn't use it frequently. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe blowjob code overrode all other commands. Something I especially liked doing was to use that first. She would kneel, her arms folded behind her back, patiently waiting for me to fuck her face. Then I would spam the instant orgasm option. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe wouldn't be able to get up until I either disabled the blowjob code, or came in her mouth, so she would be pinned - kneeling on the floor, taking wave after wave of orgasms, unable to stop. She was so cute and helpless, looking up at me with her desperate iridescent green eyes, it only made me love her more. Stamina upgrades meant she could take this punishment for much longer than any unaltered woman. Only when she looked completely unable to take anymore would I finally put my cock in her mouth, and her artifically textured tongue would have my toes curling in no time. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nI was one of the first in line when cloning became available. I wasn't sure how Sara's parents would feel about it, but given that her own Mom was now almost bed-bound by her Z cup-size breasts, I didn't think their Dad could realistically claim the moral highground, and went ahead anyway. Now I had two good girls to play with.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara's face was a picture. An exact replica of her, both of them controlled by the same app on my phone. A few presses on my screen, and then I was listening to them orgasm in stereo. Two Sara's looking up at me, biting their lips, as yet another orgasm washed over them both, their moans and gasps of pleasure perfectly aligned. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nFinally it was my time for some fun. The two of them knelt in front of me, licking the length of my cock in unison. The synchronisation between them was incredible, both knowing what the other was going to do. One would suck my balls while the other would deepthroat my cock, and then they would swop. It felt seamless, incredible. Retinal implants meant I could view what they were seeing on my phone, in split-screen, and track their arousal rate. Some clever developer had made it into a sort-of game, and now I was hitting all the high-scores\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI came over the faces of both Sara's. They had the exact same excited look, they made the same happy noises. I didn't expect them to start kissing each other, their faces still spattered with my cum, but I wasn't going to complain. It was so hot that I almost didn't need my erection-recovery software to get instantly hard again.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Long live the Misogynist Rights Party\" I laughed to myself, right before I fucked them both again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The ancient evils that once plagued the world are now back in full force. However, there is salvation: ancient, powerful rituals that can reseal them in their deep, satisfied slumber.
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"content": " “Laid before me are the instruments of binding! Come, great one! O Creature of the Deep Dark, whose name I cannot even comprehend! Fill this vessel so that we may speak in the tongue of men!” \n\nEnergy crackled within the circle of binding as Thom spoke, arcing between the aforementioned reagents of the binding spell and the scepter of bone that he held aloft. Gathered throughout the chamber were the remains of the Outlander Expedition, a sort of hodge-podge of researchers, scant military personnel and a few odd recruits and volunteers. Everyone watched him with bated breath, none of them daring to speak, or even breathe too loudly. \n\nLaid within the center of the circle was the inert body of Lt. Arlington, mangled and on the verge of death from their encounter with the arch-demon whose very femur Thom was using to channel the spell. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she watched the magic flow and spark around her. Her unbandaged eye met Thom's as he finished the incantation, and she nodded solemnly. Whatever happened next, the Book had been clear that her mind would not survive it. \n\nTears welled in the corner of Thom's eye as he returned the nod, and then he read the last words of the spell. Power began to gather within the scepter, and then flowed directly into the Lieutenant's body. Her back arched, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. The ruined stumps of her legs worked uselessly, and her working fingers opened and closed as if grasping for relief. \n\nAll at once the electric lights in the room shattered, plunging those gathered into near darkness. The blue glow of the binding runes persisted, and it was by that unearthly light that they watched the Lieutenant's body grow still. There was a collective sigh throughout the room, followed by scattered muttering as people started to look for matches or lighters. Thom ignored them, his eyes glued to the Lieutenant's body. \n\nIt stirred almost immediately, and his heart pounded in his chest. The others grew silent once more as the body sat upright and slowly turned its head, the one good eye lingering on each of their faces seemingly unhindered by the lack of light.\n\n\"Clever, clever... Children of Man.\" Said a voice that seemed to radiate from her throat rather than spill from the tongue.\n\"Were you hoping to put me at a disadvantage by using this broken vessel?\"\n\n\"That was the idea.\" Said Thom, his voice shaking with emotion but otherwise firm. There would be time to mourn the Lieutenant later. Now he was determined not to waste her sacrifice.\n\n\"Should have killed me right away, then.\" Replied the Deep One. As it spoke, the Lieutenant's missing fingers began to regrow, and the broken bones began to visibly reset. A thick, dark fluid oozed from her bandages until they fell away, revealing a freshly regrown eye with a purple iris. The stumps of her legs began to heal last, and in mere moments she crossed them with a devilish grin.\n\n\"How embarrassing.\" She said with a yawn.\n\"To think, you went through all of that just to fail.\"\n\n\"If we just killed you, your spirit would reform in what, a year?\" Thom spat back, and the crowd murmured in agreement.\n\"It was never our intention to kill you. Not when we could put you to sleep for a millenia instead.\"\n\nThe Deep One's eyes glittered with amusement.\n\"Put me to sleep? There are less than a hundred of you. I have outlasted entire civilizations.\" She said, grinning at the double entendre.\n\n\"Yes, but we have something that they didn't have.\" Said Thom, with a defiant grin.\n\n\"Oh? And what might that be?\" Asked the Deep One.\n\n\"Battery powered sex toys.\" Thom replied bluntly. The room was suddenly filled with a low hum as Thom's colleagues began getting undressed and advancing towards the former Lieutenant, vibrators at the ready."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They just appeared one day. Disembodied hands, penises, vaginas, breasts, etc. Their only goal seeming to be to make any and all adult humans cum no matter when or where, and boy were they good at it. Life has been a lot more... interesting since.
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"content": "**They Just Appeared One Day**\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nJack moaned as he awoke to a disembodied mouth sucking his hardness. His cock disappeared and reappeared with each motion, a tongue rubbing *just right* on his frenulum, tickling with each stroke. Even if Jack wanted to stop the pleasure, there was no point because there was no head to push off his cock. \n\nWith each stroke, the thick member disappeared and reappeared, expertly stimulating him as the tip pushed into a non-corporeal throat leading to who-knows-where. Jack was used to it by now, as was everyone else on the planet. \n\nEach suckle on Jack's cock reminded him of how it all began, shocking everyone for the first time. They just appeared one day, disembodied appendages with the sole purpose of stimulating their victims. Anyone who had sex before would randomly be stimulated by the random discorporate hands, mouths, cocks, pussies, and even feet, for the real freaks out there. \n\nIt was useless trying to grab or push them off as they'd just disappear in thin air and reappear on their victims' genitals or sensitive areas, eager to force orgasm after orgasm out of them. Jack could remember the terror the first time his cock disappeared into the random vaginal slit that swallowed his member, making him feel a pleasurable terror as he wondered if his cock would disappear as soon as he finished. \n\nNo one could do anything about them, attempting to hurt them or capture them, so it just became a norm. Jack never tired of spilling inside or on these freaky disembodied parts though. It didn't matter anyways because thorough sexual disease testing found that the disembodied parts didn't have any diseases anyways. \n\nAs Jack neared the edge, the mouth on his cock still passionately slurping against him, he decided to let go and, within moments, spilled a night's worth of hot whiteness into nowhere. The mouth tortured him with post-orgasm stimulation for a minute more before pulling off and disappearing into thin air, leaving Jack's wet cock to dry as he caught his breath. \n\n*Well, time to get up for work. Hope I can meet my calling quota without getting too distracted by random spontaneous pussy today,* Jack thought as he got up to shower."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I’m your non-sexual sexual assistant. Normally people find me attractive but to you I am repulsive so I help you with every aspect of getting off except the getting off, I help you find the girls, I help you seduce them, I help pick out outfits and I even clean up.
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"content": "Sara and I met in college. Believe me when I tell you she had the body of a goddess back then - there were days when I simply couldn't keep my hands off her. We got married, had the kids, and that incredible figure just never returned, no matter what she tried. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nIf anything, her breasts got bigger, but they also got softer and saggier. Her nice round ass turned to flab, and she got rolls on her belly. She was still a nice person at heart, and a great Mom, but I didn't even like seeing her in the shower these day.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWe could have divorced, but neither of us wanted that. Sara understood that I still had needs though; needs she could no longer meet. So thats how we came up with our arrangement.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nFriday nights we would head to the bars downtown and split up. I'd sit at the bar and drink, while she'd mingle with the women. Sara would find pretty ones, girls who reminded her of how she'd looked at College, and befriend them. A few nice remarks about how cute they looked, get them a drink or two, dance with them a bit. Eventually she'd get up the nerve to ask them *\"do you want to come home with me and fuck my husband while I watch?\"*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt didn't always work. Some nights we'd come home alone, and I'd have to load up porn to watch, and then I'd fuck her face while she hid under my desk. Obviously I'd go soft if I saw her, but her mouth was wet and warm enough to finish the job while I looked at some actually attractive women and pretend it was one of them sucking me instead.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara outdid herself last Friday though. She brought over the prettiest girl yet. I saw her doing her thing, chatting to girls and making friends, but it was still surprisingly early in the night when she came over with Alex.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAlex looked at me over the top of her glass with her big, brown eyes as she sipped her drink with a straw\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Sara says you want to fuck me while she watches\". \n\n&#x200B;\n\nI couldn't finish my drink fast enough. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nEven in the taxi something felt different. Alex and Sara started kissing, which wasn't uncommon, but Alex seemed really into Sara. She kept telling Sara how hot she was, which was weird because Alex was the hot one really.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOnce we were home, Sara dutifully undressed Alex and I, as she was supposed to. Usually at this point she would then go sit on a chair by the bed to watch, but Alex started kissing her again, pulling her onto the bed, her fingers between Sara's legs.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAlex looked up at me again with those beautiful eyes as she sucked my wife's tits, her fingers working hard in my wife's pussy. It was kinda hot, even if the other woman was my wife. She fingered Sara until she came. I saw the way her chest went all red and blotchy. I remembered how I used to love making her look like that. It had been a while since I'd even tried.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAlex beckoned me over, and asked me to lick her fingers clean. It had been a while since I'd tasted Sara's cunt, but it was so hot to lick her juices from another woman's long, slim fingers. Usually Sara had to clean me up, but it was fun to mix things up.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAlex rolled on top of me, my cock gliding into her wetness, and she started to ride me slowly. I raised my hips to meet hers as she moved up and down, and groaned softly about how big my cock was, how hard I was.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI covered Alex in kisses, pulling her towards me so I could pull her hair, so her breasts bounced against my chest. She dug her nails into my skin, and moaned louder and louder into my ear, begging me to fuck her harder. My wife, Sara lay next to me, watching and touching herself. Usually I didn't allow her to do that, but it was pretty sexy in the moment.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI felt Alex's cunt spasm around my cock as she came, and moments later I filled her with my own orgasm. We held each other as we caught our breath, and I listened to her heartbeating with my ear to her chest. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen she rolled off me, she smiled at Sara and asked if she'd help clean her up. Her perfectly waxed pussy was all sticky and wet with my cum and her own juices, and Sara nodded happily.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nUsually I made Sara clean me up, sucking the taste of the other woman from my cock, but I loved watching her clean Alex. Tender kisses up Alex's inner thighs, before burying her face in Alex's pussy, noisily sucking my cum from her new friends cunt.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI found myself looking at Sara in a different way, for the first time in a long time. I admired the way her big, soft tits hung as she knelt to eat Alex out. There was a thickness to her thighs which I realised I actually liked. The way she was so enthusiastically eating Alex's pussy was a huge turn-on too.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI was getting hard again. I was getting hard thinking about fucking Sara. I got up and stood at the end of the bed, and pressed my hard cock against Sara's wet slit.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThat made her stop eating Alex out \"oh fuck... are you sure?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI answered her by pusing myself into her, and that made her moan happily. It had been a few years now since she'd had anything but her own fingers inside her, but her pussy was as hot and wet as ever.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara turned her attentions back to Alex, her tongue flicking across Alex's clit until she was writhing on the bed, clutching at the bedsheets and moaning that she was cumming. I fucked Sara harder and harder, until I came again. My cock throbbing and pulsing as I shot my load deep into her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe three of us slept in a tangled, sweaty mess until morning. At that point, Alex and Sara kicked me out, and decided they were going to raise my kids together instead, but it was fun while it lasted you know?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Earth is under attack by living clothes! Struggle all you like, but they will catch you and grope you into submission
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"content": "I was one of the first to get attacked\n\nI was out on a quiet night, walking down one of the park trails by my house. I'm usually not brave enough to go out on my own this late, but the moon seemed to illuminate everything.\n\nA cool summer breeze causing me to shiver, I look up to see something floating above the trees. It's black, looks almost like a coat. How can a coat be floating? That doesn't matter though, as [it's coming right at me](https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0d/db/31/0ddb3195c5e757c71eb6719169911cb0.jpg).\n\nI bolt off down a trail, but the coat is fast. Grabbing one of my arms with a sleeve, it opens up, forcing itself on me. I grab the collar and try to peel it off, but it shrugs me off with easy, buttoning the bottom two buttons. I try to remove them, but they are stuck like glue.\n\n\"Oh my ahh-\" I shout as the coat stiffens and starts grabbing at my body. It's focusing oh my breasts too. I grab and pull at the collar, but the belt comes undone, one of the pieces of fabric stretching and grabbing my wrists, before binding them together behind my back. \n\nThe other side of the belt takes this as an invitation. Sliding in between the buttons, it slides down the waistband of my jeans. Touching my panties it starts to prod at my crotch. Before long the prodding turns into a full on rubbing, oh god this is getting me so wet.\n\nThe intensity on my chest increases, causing me to collapse to my knees. Moaning like an eager bitch, it keeps going, going faster and faster, until my legs buckle under my orgasm.\n\nFalling on my back, the belt unties me and leaves my pants, going back to it's original position. It's not moving anymore, but I can't unbutton it or take it off."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your rough day no longer seems that bad now that your guardian angel milf is here to hear about it and help you blow off steam
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"content": "I was at a loss. I had left for work that morning, kissed my wife goodbye, and brought the kids to school like any other day. Well, true, today sucked, but what else was new. But when I came home, instead of my family, I found a busty, brunette in the kitchen with naught but an apron on. That would have been weird enough had it not been for the wings on her back that barely covered her target sizeable ass. \n\n\"Oh, you're home already! Dinner is almost done, sweetheart!\" She called out, turning around and giving me a smile. The was the epitome of beauty; she had no marks or blemishes and her smile melted my heart. *She's... No. What's going on here?*\n\nI step forward, \"where's my family? My wife? My kids?\" \n\n\"Aw... I see you're confused. Here...\" She smiled and in an instant, we were on the couch, my head in her lap as she played with my hair. \"I'm your guardian angel, Lily! I've been watching you you're entire life, but recently, I've noticed how unhappy you were and how that icky wife of yours wasn't helping. So, I decided I should take her place!\"\n\nThis was all... a lot. True, my wife and I's marriage had been stagnate lately, but...\n\n\"Ara ara,\" she cooked, her hand rubbing my crotch. I hadn't noticed it, but apparently her heavenly body had been having quite the effect on me. Her hand snuck under my pants and ran over my cock. \"It looks like someone is enjoying having me here. Don't worry about your kids— I'm sorry, *our* kids. They're upstairs asleep. I took care of them already. They're both on board!\" \n\nI groan as her hand deftly strokes my cock slowly and purposefully, \"o-on board for what?\" I barely mandate to croak out my words. \n\n\"Why, for me to replace their mommy, silly! All it took was a simple kiss and any memories of her were replaced with memories of me. I've never had kids before, but I'm glad they're ours,\" she smiled, looking down at me. My conflict was obvious; she was giving me a perfect handjob, bit this was also a lot of distressing information. \"Do you want to suck on my titties, sweetie? Would that make you feel better?\" \n\nBefore I could respond, she pushed her nipple into my mouth and I instinctively sucked it. The whole erotic situation was bringing me to a quick orgasm. Without warning, I came in her hand, the front of my pants darkening. \"That's a good boy... Let it all out for me. Let it all out for Mommy Lily.\" Her words only encouraged it that much more. \n\nAfter I came down from my climax, she brought her hand out and to her lips, licking and sucking her fingers clean. \"Oh, sweetie, I'm so glad I can help you feel better. I'll be the perfect wife for you! I promise!\"\n\n\"But what about...\" I paused, trying to remember my wife's name. \n\n\"What about who, sweetie?\" She replied with an innocent look. \n\n\"My wife... Her name...\" \n\n\"That's me, silly! Your wife, Lily!\"\n\nI wish I could say I resisted and things went back to normal, but that just wouldn't be truthful. I have no idea what happened to that other woman, but I don't really care. My kids and I are happier than ever with Lily. She's perfect in every way and I love her more than I ever did what's-her-name. Not to mention the killer sex."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The supervillain's plot is once again foiled by the beloved superhero. So he visits his favourite fucktoy's house to let out some stress. What he doesn't know is that his fucktoy's alternate identity is the city's superhero.
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"content": "Doc Onyx kicked open the door of the seedy establishment. He was lacking his entourage of henchmen. Blood was splattered on the golden hem of his cape and dripped off his boots, leaving sticky prints as he stormed to his favorite private booth. The bartender shakily grabbed a nearby waitress, whispering frantically before shoving her toward the back. The waitress tottered on ridiculous heels before re-adjusting her almost non-existent skirt at a patron. The bartender crossed himself twice with trembling hand, before rolling up his sleeves to reveal heavily tattooed forearms, preparing to don his alter ego, Rodion. His left arm proclaimed “Crime” and the right, “Punishment.” The tremors stopped by the time he set his hands on the bar again.\n\nRodion had seen the news. Fuck, the whole city had. Mr. Miraculous foiling Doc Onyx had been live-streamed. That’s how confident the news was that nothing gory was going to happen. It wasn’t even on delay. Four secret bombs defused. No explosions. No hostages. Mr. Miraculous had thrown the bombs at Onyx’s feet, smiling. The city’s flag rippled across Mr’s chest as Onyx was forced to turn tail and run. Again. This was the fifth time.\n\nMr. Miraculous flashed across the screens again. The news had been re-airing this part of the interview all evening.\n\n“Mr! Mr. Miraculous!” a reporter yelled, off-screen, “what’s the cause of your recent successes?”\n\nThe camera zoomed in on Mr’s face. Not that there was much to see other than the mask. But it was obvious Mr was smirking as he said, “Loose lips sink ships.”\n\nRodion methodically turned off all the TVs. The patrons that would have complained were smart enough to see that Rodion was out. And the not so smart ones were being entertained other ways.\n\nThe waitress poked her head into a back dressing room. If the rest of the establishment was dark and dingy, it was because all the light was here. Dozens of light sources were reflected and sucked into the onyx gem at the end of a steel buttplug set firmly between two lightly toned ass cheeks. It waggled slightly in the air before disappearing as the owner straightened, toying with a metal clasp.\n\n“Howler,” the waitress started, then stopped. “Do you need help?”\n\n“My buckle broke.”\n\nThe waitress bustled forward, “I have a trick for that. Sit!”\n\nHowler sat, but kept re-adjusting. He tried to keep his eyes off the waitress as she knelt between his legs, fiddling with the buckle on his inner thigh. Her head bobbed, giving his a pee-a-boo show of tits that had to have anti-gravity properties. He was keenly aware of the buttplug stretching him, the straps teasing against his dick and the thought of the waitress blowing him… He took a shaky breath. This was going to be razor edge without blowing his load before getting to the… client. He wanted to slap his alter ego. Why, oh why, did it seem like a good idea to taunt Onyx.\n\nDimly he realized the waitress, Tracy?, was babbling at him.\n\n“… imagine him shirtless? A chest like that?” Tracy bit her lip. “I wish all those muscles would walk in here.”\n\nAh. Mr. Miraculous.\n\nHowler laughed agreeably, “Mr. Perfect would never stoop so low.”\n\n“They must have to tailor make all his clothing. He’s just so,” Tracy moaned, “ripped.”\n\nHowler raised an eyebrow. The outfit was tailor made alright. Muscles and everything.\n\nTracy blushed, scowling. “He’s my fantasy fuck, OK?”\n\nThe urge to watch Tracy gag on his dick dried up faster than her spit would have. Mr. Miraculous might looked like he has a chiseled chest and muscles everywhere. But the truth was Ezra had to pad everything except his ass. Out of costume, he could pass as an athletic woman with a big butt and lil titties. Hence, Howler. Who would look at a femboy and think superhero?\n\n“Done?”\n\nTracy tugged on the strap. “Good as new.”\n\nHowler stood, adjusting the various straps strategically crisscrossing his body, making sure they covered the scar on his ribs. He didn’t think Onyx would remember giving Mr. Miraculous a scar there, but scars invited questions. Then he added a pair of gold boy shorts, just to cover the goods and matching sneakers.\n\nHe followed Tracy out. The gem on the buttplug was less comfortable than anticipated. But hopefully it would charm Doc Onyx.\n\nHowler ignored the stares and whispers as he made his way to the bartender. A quick glance confirmed that even the bartender expected trouble. Rodion handed him two drinks, and a glimmer of the timid bartender swam behind his eyes. God, he hoped Rodion wouldn’t have to get involved.\n\nGold flake rimmed both glasses of dark liquid. That extra bastard even waned his drinks to follow his aesthetic. A little sloshed over the rim and Howler licked it before it could drip down. Hungry eyes followed his tongue. Blackberry vodka.\n\nThere were several private booths. Onyx’s was by the stage, with one-way glass blocking anyone’s view in. Howler juggled the drinks as he opened the heavy, plush door. It dampened the blaring music, but not by much.\n\nOnyx was lounging, feet up on the table. The opulent space was emphasized by the lack of henchmen. Howler felt his heart hammer as Onyx stared him down. Onyx didn’t know. He couldn’t know.\n\nOnyx shifted his feet, bringing Howler’s eyes to the blood that dripped off them. Howler couldn’t help the way his wide eyes darted back to Onyx’s face. Onyx smiled. He really was a gorgeous man. His hair was cropped tight on the side, but long enough on top to pull during climax. Black tattoos danced across his collar bone and across a chiseled chest. An actually chiseled chest. No props.\n\nHowler crossed to Onyx, then bent over to set the drinks down, giving Onyx a good look at the gem in his ass. A caress started at the top of his ass before swirling down and across his thighs, pulling his onto Onyx’s lap by the straps. Onyx easily re-positioned Howler, tugging at the straps until Howler was sitting firmly in his lap, leaning back. A very flexible woman was showing off on the pole outside.\n\nOnyx growled in his ear, “Dance.”\n\nThis was normal. Usually Howler performed for Onyx, and then in the afterglow, Onyx got talky.\n\nHowler pressed his back into Onyx’s chest, gaining leverage to gyrate against his lap. He started slow, swirling his hips, before digging in and leaning far enough forward for the buttplug to make an appearance again. He tried to move to the beat, but lap dances weren’t his strong suit. He worked his way off Onyx’s lap, then wiggled out of his shorts. He got back in Onyx’s lap, rubbing against him, slowly undoing Onyx’s clothing and leaning back to stretch the coverage of the straps over his dick. He could feel Onyx’s attention growing hard. He slid between Onyx’s knees and gently pulled Onyx’s suit off. The first time, Onyx had to show him where the seams on the suit were.\n\nOnyx’s cock bobbed into the light. It was long with a large vein winding along the bottom. Howler started by tracing the vein. Onyx relaxed slightly, a hand winding into Howler’s hair. He had started wearing it longer than normal. Partially because he loved the feel of Onyx using it to guide him. Partially to further differentiate from Mr. Miraculous.\n\nA gentle tug guide him to the tip. It was darker than the rest, slightly purple. Howler curled his tongue around it, slowly sucking down to the shaft. Onyx let out a huff. Howler teased his tongue against the sensitive spot on the bottom. Alternating between rubbing that spot and diving deep. Onyx’s hand held him deep as he flexed his hips, pushing deeper several times. Howler gagged around the dick in his throat. Onyx let up, and Howler came up gasping.\n\nOnyx smiled a little.\n\nHowler smiled back and resumed sucking. Within a couple licks, he found the sweet spot in his mouth. Deep enough to be satisfying without gagging. Howler started moaning as Onyx’s hand held him in the rhythm. The movement of his head meant the harness lightly teased the head of his own dick. He was quickly hard and straining against the straps.\n\nHe could feel Onyx’s dick twitch. He was going to cum."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Bunny Party had a twist. Only certain girls were told to come dressed as bunnies, and the ones that were had a *very special* role...
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"content": "\"Bunny ears and cotton tail, that's all.\" Samantha had a sly grin on her face.\n\"Nothing else? No fur suits, no basket of eggs, no awful pastels?\" Jessica inquired.\n\"Nope, just those two things.\" The grin hadn't subsided, and now Jessica's skepticism grew.\n\"This isn't some attempt to twist my words is it.\"\nAnd all Sam did was grin.\n\nFor two days, Jessica didn't get a straight answer. None of her other friends going knew much more. So at half past, she drove over to the party house, ears and cotton tail on.\n\nThe house was packed. No close by parking, and nearly the whole block was filled and it took her a few minutes to actually find a space.\n\nHaving parked, she walked the 100 feet feeling a bit embarrassed with the pseudo costume. Sure it was a holiday, but that didn't stop her second thoughts.\nA few mutuals were hanging outside chatting, and the front door was open.\n\nSamantha was on her way out, talking with Allen when she spotted her newest bunny.\n\"You made it!\" She exclaimed.\n\n\"Well, I had nothing better to do so...\" Jess said.\n\n\"Go ahead and mingle, we'll start once our last bunny arrives.\"\n\nWith a shrug, Jess lost herself in the crowd.\n\nOnly about 12 girls came dressed as bunnies, the 12 hottest girls too. The Playboy aspect wasn't lost on her, but it was just ears and tail. No tights and black leotard. How bad good it be?\n\n\"Attention everyone!\" Sam called. \"Our last bunny just arrived! We'll lead away to prepare and then we can get started.\"\n\nSam gathered up her bunnies in her room.\n\"Alright you sexy minxes, now comes the fun part. First off, take one of these and pass it down.\" She handed the nearest bunny a small dish filled with small tablets. Without a second thought, she took one and passed it on.\n\nOne by one they each took one, but Jessica was not convinced. \"What exactly are those?\"\n\n\"Oh their just step one. It makes the next step much easier,\" Sam says grinning.\n\n\"Yah but what is it?\" Just more grinning.\n\nNot wanting to be a party pooper, she popped one of tablets in her mouth.\n\nImmediately a warm feeling swept through her, reaching from the base of her neck down to her toes. She felt relaxed, albeit a bit stifled.\n\nOnce each bunny had taken a tablet, Sam cleared her throat. \"Alright you sluts, step 2. I need you all to get naked!\" She was so cheerful, excited. Normally Jessica would be protesting loudly and vehemently. However, right now she couldn't think of a single reason not to. At least she would feel nearly as smothered.\n\nSo bit by bit, each woman stripped down, a few ogling the delightful sights. They were some good looking ladies.\n\n\"Beautiful!\" Sam said. \"Next up, ears and tails.\"\n\nObediently, the dozen nude bunnies donned their \"costume.\"\n\n\"Awesome, now the most important part. Everyone's been a but pent up the past year. And now it will be your job to alleviate. Go out there and get fucked!\"\n\nGiddily, the small patrol of nudist bunnies made their way out, to the delight of all attending.\n\nJessica soon lost count of the number of guys and gals she made love with, slowly becoming a completely cum dumpster. The thing the surprised her most was not the heat some of these men were packing but how okay she was with being absolutely torn apart and railed. She had a guys bury themself as deep as they could, nearly to point that it hurt. But she loved it. By the end of the night, she cum and pussy juice coming out of every hole and absolutely drenching her.\n\nShe was the best little sex toy they ever had."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The three slowly strip down in front of the other. Preparing for a long night of hot sex. Each thinks the other two is experienced in all forms of sex and is hoping they will take the lead. None of them realize they are all virgins.
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"content": "**Totally Experienced**\n---------------------------------------\n\n\"Right, so let's just do the thing we're here to do,\" Eren said as he slowly pulled off his jeans, dropping them to the floor of the carpeted Airbnb bedroom.\n\n\"Oh. Yeah, but shouldn't we do foreplay or something first?\" \n\n\"Well, we should probably get naked first before we do, right? I mean, stripping is definitely the best kind of foreplay,\" Lily said as she slid off her panties\n\n\"Yeah, uh, so you can start stripping now, Gina. Unless you've chickened out and asking you to do this with us was a mistake?\" Eren gave Gina a flirty glance as he said this, trying to cover up his inexperience with false bravado. \n\nGina nervously slid off her leggings, staring at her other two friends who were just as hesitant. Awkwardness hung in the air as the three friends stumbled around, clothes dropping to the floor. A skirt here, a dress there, a shirt, some socks, and, after minutes of awkwardness, three awkward uni students standing in the nude. \n\n\"So, um, Eren, which of us are you, uh, gonna warm up first?\" Lily looked shiftily at Eren, trying to ask as confidently as she could. *He totally knows what he's doing, right?* Her thoughts raced. \n\nEren froze, trying to maintain his display of confidence. \n\n\"Oh, yeah. I've got this. Uh, Gina, just, like, sit on the bed and, erm, you can touch yourself or something, Lily,\" Eren said slowly. Eren's heart pounded in anticipation of the exciting night he was about to have with his two cute classmates.\n\nAs Eren sat next to Gina, he struggled to figure out what to do next. Gina looked at the awkward, charmingly lanky boy in front of her.\n\n\"Well, are you going to do something? You know how this goes,\" Gina said as she nervously moved closer, Lily still hesitantly fingering herself watching the two.\n\n\"Yeah. Yeah, I'm totally experienced. I was just…letting you take the lead because, uh, it was getting boring always taking the lead. Yeah. That's right. Why don't you, uh, make out with me so Lily has something fun to watch while she fingers herself,\" Eren said, words stumbling in a mess as he looked to Gina, hoping she would take the lead.\n\nGina nervously leaned over, her hand on Eren's naked thigh as she leaned in to kiss. Lily just stared, trying to get in the mood while nervously touching herself even though the whole scene looked awkward. \n\n*Damn, is sex always this uncomfortable? I mean, they said they're experienced though so I guess they know what they're doing,* Lily thought as she continued watching the show.\n\nGina began kissing Eren as he tried his best to reciprocate, their lips pushing against each other and suckling out of sync in a mess of saliva and noise.\n\n\"Can we get to the sex already? I'm getting bored and I'm not sure Gina is really enjoying the kissing,\" Lily called.\n\nInstantly, Gina pulled away. \"Yeah, good point. Maybe you can eat me out or something while Lily sucks you off and fingers herself?\"\n\n\"Oh. Yeah, sure,\" Eren said as he shifted his position. \n\nThe three shifted their positions as Gina kneeled over Eren's face while Lily began sucking the salty shaft. Lily tried her best to enjoy it, sucking on the hot flesh as she fingered herself, but it just didn't feel like much.\n\nIt barely took five minutes for Eren to moan into Gina's wetness, spilling his salty whites into Lily's mouth. \n\n\"Already?\" Gina was snickering as she watched the cock spill into the freaked-out girl's mouth. \n\n\"And you, from your face, it doesn't look like you've tasted cum before!\" \n\nEren and Lily sheepishly looked at each other as they bowed their heads at Gina, getting out from the Ménage-a-trois position.\n\n\"Well, to be fair, you kinda sucked at kissing. What kinda experienced person sucks at kissing?\" Lily's words were mildly garbled by the cum in her mouth that she hadn't decided whether to swallow or spit. \n\n\"Like, here's how I'd kiss,\" and in an instant, Lily's lips met Gina's, her cum covered tongue pushing against Gina's.\n\n\"MMFFF,\" Gina yelped, pulling away as she winced. \n\n\"Ack! Cum is so mucusy and salty!\"\n\n\"So you haven't fucked anyone either,\" Eren noted as he looked down. \n\n\"Guess we're all virgins, huh?\" Lily's question hung in the air as the friends sat in silence for a bit to think about what to do next.\n\n\"Yeah, guess we are, but I mean, we have the rest of the night to change that?\" \n\nWith a look from Gina, Eren was over her again, making out passionately as Lily fingered herself to the new excitement of the scene.\n\n*Well, guess we have time to learn how to get good at it,* Lily thought as she enjoyed the sight."
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