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Write a story using this writing prompt: You try to sneak into a space station owned by a rich playgirl. The rules say only women are allowed, but you didn’t realize how well enforced that rule was...
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"content": "As I slid off the table I felt unfamiliar sensations all over my body. There was a message in the HUD.\n\n[BATTERY CAPACITY INCREASED 400%] \n\nStumbling a little I looked down at my legs but where they should have been kapton tape and motors there was a smooth unbroken surface. There was a logo on it with a QR code embedded in the stylish design. \n\nPlaytex Plutonium batteries. I poked my new addition and to my surprise my finger went almost all the way in. The batteries were soft and seemed to have a sensor mesh too. It felt nice. Did Playtex mean they were pliable? \n\nThere was something else too. Between my new thighs there was a strange sensation that hadn't let up since I had re-activated. Experimentally I reached down to touch it only to let out a sharp gasp. \n\nI was in a sexbot. It was a shock that made me sit down suddenly only to moan a little when my jiggly ass touched the cold floor of the space station.\n\nAll of my hardware was still there but the communications chip was gone. Why didn't she just destroy me so I could wake up at home? \n\nOverhead a gorgeous woman with flowing blond hair floated squinted at me. Wasn't she the target?\n\nMillificent! \n\n\"Damn you stupid bitch! Take these off right now or else!\"\n\n\"Or else what? Enjoying those monster thighs I tacked on?\"\n\nThis must be part of her infamous personality. She was notorious across the galaxy for lusting after women. Robot women too. \n\nOh god why me! Mission fucking failed!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It wasn't until after she'd left for college that her half succubus nature started to assert itself. Her body could absorb sexual energy and cum. Her body was ravenous for it, and the more she took in, the sexier and hornier she got...
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"content": "\"Hey Tina, could I ask you something?\"\n\nA wicked grin split across her face. \"Ask away.\"\n\n\"Are... the rumors true? Do you... with anyone who asks?\"\n\nOh this sweet timid boy, she thought. He'll be an excellent snack.\n\n\"Well that depends big boy,\" her voice smoky. \"Are you asking?\"\n\nHis face flushes red. All he could do was nod.\n\nIn a flash they were in her room, clothes tossed aside. Tina had the boy pinned to the wall. She was much stronger than she looked.\n\nBeing overpowered brought him to attention immediately, and she was quick to make use of it.\n\nShe kissed the head, licking up the whole shaft with a tongue that seemed to get longer. Snaking around his member with her curious tongue she engulfed him, nearly 9 inches of fresh meat.\n\nDespite only recently coming into her own as a voluptuous tempter of men, she instinctually knew all the right motion, all the right strokes to prolong him as long as possible. She wanted to savor this one.\n\nSmall gasps and sighs emitted from him, apparently not used to some servicing him. The poor shy thing probably never got action quite like this.\n\nHer sizable breasts swung with each bob of her head, clapping together with a pleasant slap.\n\nSoon he couldn't handle it any longer and she knew it.\n\nPicking up the rag doll, she tossed him onto the bed. Before he could move, she pounced. Straddling his sizable member she swiftly and powerfully slammed herself down upon him. She took it all in greedily, and it only took a few more strong slams of her hips before he exploded in hot seed.\n\nNot a single drop was wasted as her hungry pussy slurped it all up. He absolutely filled her up, and she was satisfied.\n\nPanting she dismounted the exhausted and shrivelled man. She couldn't absolutely drain a man like her mother, but it would be a few hours before he could move again.\n\nPulling the covers up over her latest meal, she gave him a sweet kiss on the forehead.\n\nWhat an adorable little boy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Mind control, assimilation, identity death
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"content": "I'll bat off a few!\n\nThe parasites really weren't that bad, I get constant, intimate pleasure, and the parasite gets... something? (What does it feed of of?)\n\nI woke up this morning and instantly came. That wasn't the problem, because it kept going. I kept cumming more and more and more, and I don't know why. \n\nWe know what you want! Redesign your body! Everyone is doing it! Just sign here here.. and here! \n\nBeing part of the assimilation wasn't all that bad, one of the parts was always having sex!\n\nThis candy was slowing killing me, but... gods was it doing it in a good way!\n\nThere's a legend that you can make a pact with the gods, becoming a slave to their wills, in exchange? Your mind."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Parasites, what they do is up to you! Please suggest 2-3!
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"content": "A parasite that *just* inhabits the host’s genitalia. Their mind remains unaltered, but their newfound endowment makes spreading the parasite inevitable. \n\nOn a more metaphorical note, a maliciously horny person enters a straight couple’s relationship, making for a 3-way monogamous relationship. Slowly but surely, the person will change the dynamic to suit their needs exclusively, until the “hosts” are practically just serving them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It turns out the conspiracy theories were right, 5G really does turn people into gay communist femboys. Honestly though? This isn’t as bad as you thought it would be.
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"content": " It all started a few months ago. Walking home from our local Million MAGA march, I noticed a new tall metal tower being erected just behind my apartment building. There’s new construction around here all the time, so I didn’t think much about it. But looking back now, I’m pretty sure that’s what started it all. \n\nYou probably need to know a little about me. I’m a man - a real man. A gun toting, red meat eating, beer swilling American male through and through. I was raised in a small southern town, and I’ve never once even thought about my being a straight white man, let alone questioned it. \n\nBut about two months ago, all that seemed to change. I think the first thing I noticed was that my clothes fit more loosely than they should have. My shirts seemed a little baggier, and my jeans barely stayed put if I didn’t tighten my belt a notch or two more than I normally would. \n\nIt didn’t phase me for the first week or two. I’d been active in the intramural flag football league for a few weeks and just chalked it up to a little more exercise than normal, but one day, I got a view of my own ass in the mirror as I was toweling off after a shower and actually turned to look at myself! \n\nThat was the first clue. Immediately, I took a closer look at my body and noticed several changes. My chest was fuller, not muscley and firm like usual, but soft and pillowy. And somehow I was losing body hair. On my chest, stomach and even my crotch, my usual trail of curly hair had nearly disappeared. \n\nI had to admit even then that I looked good. I pulled myself off right in front of that mirror, finishing myself on the tile floor, utterly entranced by the sight of my own body.\n\nThat night I took to the internet, looking for bodies that looked like mine. And I found them, lithe and supple, hairless and feminine, and they were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.\n\nThe rabbit hole sent me tumbling, into hypno videos and memes about pleasuring men. Deeper and deeper, it was like falling through the looking glass, sucking off the white rabbit, and then waking up in bed with both Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. I couldn’t tear my attention away.\n\nI ended up ordering new clothes, even underwear, and then modeling my new purchases in front of the bathroom mirror. I loved the way I looked so much, I posted pictures to social media under a new account and reveled in the compliments that poured in. \n\nWhen someone suggested I sell my pictures, I lost my mind, posting a thousand word screed on the evils of capitalism. When I hit submit, I had to step away from the computer because I was breathing so hard. I’d been President of Young Republicans, started a lemonade stand when I was 7, exploiting the labor of my younger brother to squeeze the lemons, and voted for every R I’d ever seen on a ballot, but now I was quoting Marx and linking to Bernie’s donation page? \n\nThat was the final straw. I spent the next several hours googling furiously and finally found my answers deep in the recesses of Facebook in a group called “Real Truth Seekers”. Suddenly the tall tower nearby explained all of my strange behavior. It was 5G! Spewing it’s terrible commie, feminizing energies into me for months on end. \n\nThank God I found Leon on Reddit! I posted about being turned into a prissy little comrade and needing help, and immediately was flooded with helpful messages. Well, most of them were dick pics, but I actually enjoyed most of them. But Leon stood out from the rest.\n\nHe said he’d helped a half dozen boys like me. He’d devised a full proof method, he said, for undoing the terrible evils of 5G. And for only $1,000 I could book him for a private session. \n\nI can’t wait to get back to normal. I’ve been prepping myself all week according to his special instructions. I’m not really sure how swallowing a whole cucumber or learning to fit this 8’ “medical device” that Leon sent me into my bottom is going to help me get my old life back, but he’s the expert, I guess.\n\nOnce I’m back to normal, I’m going to have sex with a whole bunch of females, with my penis. Definitely. I’ll never think about riding a big thick cock or feeling the burst of semen in my mouth ever again. It’ll be all vagina and trickle down economics for me again, no doubt. \n\nI wonder how big Leon’s dick is?\n\nWait...why would I even think that? Anyhoo, off to my date, er...I mean... appointment. I’ll report back soon!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a gamer girl forgot to get her friend a birthday gift, she promised to just give him whatever his favorite gift from last year was. He admitted his favorite gift had been a book of sex coupons from his ex...
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"content": "> Do you still have them? \n\n**What?**\n\n> Do you still have the sex coupons? I wanna know what they said. \n\n**I mean, not the actual booklet, but they were printed out, and I think Helen sent me the original files at some point.** \n> Great. Bring em up, I want to know what I'm in for. \n\n**What do you mean, \"What you're in for?\" I mean you're not actually going to do the stuff on those cards, are you?**\n> Try me. \n\nI proceeded to spend the next 15 minutes frantically looking through every Messenger, Whatsapp and Discord chat, and every file on my Dropbox and Mega accounts, looking for those fucking cards. I even considered just asking Helen if she still had them at one point, but thought better of it. Knowing her, she'd call up Meghan, and try to convince her I had AIDS or something. \n\nI finally found them, on fucking imgur of all places, and handed my phone to Meg, so that she could read them. She scrolled through image, after image, occasionally grinning, but mostly just reading, with a neutral expression. At least she wasn't upset by any of them. \n\n> I didn't know you were into CNC. \n\n**Well, I mean it's not my favourite thing, but**\n> Relax, I've dabbled. ...\n\n> Bimbofication, Electro, Cuckqueaning? Wow, Hel was way more of a freak than I gave her credit for. Did you find a girl together, or did you just go out, pick someone up, and text her a copy of the note?\n\n**She uh, she actually picked one for me. Her sister.**\n> HOLY SHIT, well you're not fucking mine, that's for sure. \n\nI actually laughed at that. She smiled, the situation was finally getting less tense. \n> So.... feel like cashing in any of these right now? \n\n**Are you sure?**\n> M-hm. But make it something simple. I promised a friend I'd VC with them in an hour. \n\nI swept through, looking for something \"simple\" and realised the answer was obvious. I turned the phone around, and showed her card \"1\"\n> Blowjob it is. Mind if I ask you to shower first? Just I know it'll taste better that way. \n\nI immediately, enthusiastically agreed, and began rushing to the bathroom, while tearing my clothes off."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In this world, some people have great power to control the minds of others. You... don't. But your friend John does, and he loves to possess and puppeteer women and share them around.
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"content": "(I've started to write a few things for here, but I don't think I've ever actually posted them, so... here goes) \n\nI took a sip of my drink, thinking. \"But isn't it kinda sketchy, like, ethically? how do you make sure that shes willing or that you aren't just forcing people?\" I asked, not really understanding how it worked. \n\n\"Well, I can sort of hear what she thinks about it, in a way, but it really makes a lot less difference than you would think.\" \n\nI took off my top, it just seemed more comfortable and I saw no reason not to. \"what do you mean it makes less difference!? people should be respected, doesn't it seem evil or something to just force people to do things like that? what if they wanted to wait for the right person or something?\"\n\nHe watched as I wiggled out of my skirt before he responded, thinking about the question. \"Well, what if the girl can't tell the difference between what they originally wanted, and what I made them do?\" I started unfastening my bra, it was just too uncomfortable. \"Like you right now, I certainly don't mind your stripping like this, but is it your idea or mine?\" I tossed the bra aside, and furrowed my brow, thinking, putting my hands on my hips, displaying my almost naked body \"I mean, of course its my idea. its just more comfortable, and why not, we're friends, so isn't it natural? besides, don't you like what you see?\" I smiled and gestured over myself, he smirked, \n\"Still kinda overdressed aren't you?\" I giggled, and turned around, peeling the panties over my hips with a wiggle, bending over explicitly, showing off. I suddenly felt so much lighter, more relaxed, open. having sufficiently shown off, I sat back down, but in a way to accentuate how bare I was now. \n\n\"So what is it you were saying?\" I asked as I watched him. what he could do was so interesting. he smiled, watching. \"whats the difference between if a girl actually wants to do something, or if I make them want to do it?\"\nI thought for a moment, \"Surely they would be able to tell the difference, wouldn't they? he chuckled dryly, enjoying his view. \"I certainly expected so at first. but it doesn't seem like it. in fact most of the time it seems to work better for everyone if I don't think about it too much, and just do whatever I wish. which reminds me, you said you were interested in trying out public free use, right? \n\nI perkily sat up, eagerly, \"Oh yeah! so what do we do?\" he took a leather choker out of his bag and gestured for me to come over, I slid off the chair and crawled over to him, it seemed funny and cute to kneel at his feet like that. \"So while you have this on, you'll be eagerly available to be used sexually by whoever wants to use you. that sound fun?\" I thought about what that meant for a moment, and smiled up at him, nodding. he smiled back, and fastened it on my neck, it felt surprisingly comfortable. he then added \"oh and now that its on, you'll find you are unable to take it off on your own. or ask anyone else to take it off for you. go ahead and try, and tell me how that feels.\" I staggered for a moment, I hadn't realized I wouldn't be able to stop what was happening. I gingerly reached up and felt it on my neck, secure, strong, I felt for the closure, I could feel the buckle, and I knew how they worked, but it was like it was sealed in place. it washed over me how helpless I was, and I tingled, aroused as I thought about what I was being turned into. \n\n\"Yes Sir, I can't remove it\" he smiled down at me, \"Do you want to remove it? or does it feel good right where its at?\" without hesitation I answered that it felt good. \n\n\"now lay back, I have one more thing for this.\" I laid out on the floor, exposing myself, it seemed natural to obey him like that. \nhe took out a brush pen, and explained that it was an ink that would last for a few days, no matter how much I tried to wash it off. he artfully drew a tattoo like symbol circling my bellybutton. \"While this is there, you'll do your best to dress so its as visible as possible, and even without the collar on, if someone touches it, you'll be unable to refuse any sexual request they give you, understand?\"\n\nI nodded, and got up, to look myself over in the mirror, \"I look like such a sex object.\" there was a critical tone to it at first, part of my mind tried to shout at me from inside, objecting to what was happening, but I touched the decoration on my stomach, and felt what he told me wash over me, almost orgasmically, drowning out that objection. \"But I guess for a while thats exactly what I am huh?\" he nodded and grinned. \"Possibly my best so far. now come show me what this sex toy can do.\" it didn't even occur to me to be bothered by what he said, or to turn him down. I did my best to use my body to please him, since thats what it was there for. \n\nAfter washing up and getting dressed, we stepped out of the apartment. it felt a little weird to be in public wearing so little, but at the same time it felt only appropriate. Public Sex Toys should be available as possible and advertise what they are, right?\n \nThe girl across the hall was coming down the hall as we were stepping out, \"Holy shit Amber what are you wearing?! and whos this?\" I blushed, but my nipples got hard, and it showed through the thin material of the top \"This is my friend John, you've met him before, hes over all the time?\" She furrowed her brow, uncertain. he spoke up, \"Oh! maybe the beard?\" he gestured to his chin \"I shaved a week or so ago and I haven't seen you in a while, that make more sense?\" did he wink? thats weird, she squinted and then her eyes lit up, \"OH! john, right, sorry. long day. Anyway, have fun Amber. you should stop by in the morning so I can have a turn with you. I smiled, glad she approved \"I will, I'm sure it'll be worth your while!\" \n\nJohn lead the way to his club where he assured me I'd have a long, fun night.\n\nedit: minor formatting"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She used to look like a femboy twink but the high calories alien food did a number on her
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"content": "I’ve always been jealous of girls with hourglass figures. Their clothes filled out so nicely, and there I was thin as a board. That was all before I moved to Tulon.15, the aliens fed, and clothed me, they’re the most hospitable in the galaxy. But there is something weird about their food. \n\nThe first thing I noticed after waking up here for the first time was my breasts, from A cups, to B cups. A subtle difference which didn’t go unnoticed by me. And it has only been getting worse. Its been 3 months, I’m out of bed quickly as I am most mornings and begin to get ready for my day.\n\nI’m not sure how long I will be living here, my ship crashed and the Tullonians took me in. They told me my ship was beyond repair and called earth to come pick me up. But to no avail so far. \n\nI get my clothing for the day, I had a small suitcase with me. My ship didn’t explode or anything. The problem is more so a technical one with the internal wiring. All my things are in tact. \n\nI soon notice I can’t get my daisy dukes up my legs. I stare at myself in the mirror. I pout, as I note all the differences my body has come under since eating their food. \n\nMy legs have become shapely. My thighs grown, but muscular, and defined. My ass is fat, far bigger than it was before. I could probably twerk now with more ease than technique. I wouldn’t have to bend my back or pose too much to even accentuate it. Thankfully my stomach has stayed relatively flat, and my waist tiny. My tits on the other hand are solid double D’s. I grab them in my hands, they are far more than a healthy handful. I push them together to see how they look, rolling my eyes. \n\nI thought I would love this, but deep down I feel like a sex toy. Although it is a lot easier here considering there are no human men. I go back to my suitcase and scramble through my clothing, it seems nothing will fit. \n\nConceding with the fact I’ll probably have to start walking around naked, I call Grilina, my host-Tullonian and tell her the bad news."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A slime girl can't help but enjoy her assigned post-party duties: first, serving as a garbage disposal for all the leftover food and drinks, and second, after her body has gotten extra curvy from all the added mass, being the star of the "afterparty"...
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"content": "Silva moved room to room, gobbling up all the left over scraps from the huge bonfire party her master put on like the obedient slime roomba she was. With each scrap of leftover s'mores, sausages and hamburger the guests gave, her form filled out as her accelerated metabolism turned it into useful mass. Soon, she was more voluptuous than any of the models there.\n\nAs she snacked on a discarded plate of beans and sausage, a pair of guests, a man and a woman, approached her.\n\n\"Hey Silva, we were wondering if you could help us clean out bedroom,\" the man said with a cheeky smile. That was her code word. It was time to switch to her other duty at the party: keep the guests satisfied.\n\nThe couple led Silva to one of the guest rooms. Before the door had fully shut, the couple shed clothes fast, throwing themselves together. Silva, being a slime girl, couldn't wear clothes so joined in quickly.\n\nShe oozed and morphed and stretched and shifted, encompassing the two of them.\n\nFor the man, everywhere he thrust his hard cock was a pussy. For the woman, she could hardly escape the pseudococks Silva formed. Not that she was complaining.\n\nIt was a massive undulating romp of passion and Silva was filled with ecstasy.\n\nIt didn't take long before her new lovers were coming, and silva helpfully shaped heads to lap up their orgasms. She loved the taste of cum and pussy juice and they mixed so well together.\n\nGod she loved this job"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was a surprising development in the Medieval settlement... At first, they weren't sure if enough girls would sign up, but the new villager breeding program almost shockingly popular!
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"content": "Simon finished stuffing the bag and pulled the rope to close the opening. He used the cane to lift himself and limped to the wall, pulling on the rope to raise the bag up. He looped the excess and pulled it tight. His finger plucked the strand to hear a twang and nodded, turning back to the bag.\r \nAlice stood leaning against the post of the barn. “What is it?”\r \nSimon’s eyes ran down her body, athletic from her time hunting, a tight vest that pressed her breasts firmly to her chest to minimize bounce, the tight hotpants that would have left her legs exposed if not for the high boots. She was like a bundle of coiled springs pressed into a leather case. Simon rested the cane against his wounded leg and took a fighting stance, throwing a few punches into the air.\r \n“So… like a training dummy.”\r \nSimon nodded and started closing the distance.\r \n“But it doesn’t swing back… how do you train your dodge?”\r \nThe answer was complex, Simon did the opposite of dodging, he focussed on intercepting attacks but the answer was the same, he pounded a fist into his palm.\r \n“You’re in luck, you can train that a little today if you like, we're headed to the festival.”\r \nSimon was about to refuse, he would be healed and on his way out of the neutral territories but the idea that a festival involved fighting interested him. He thought and decided that given how welcoming they had been it would be rude to stay here and turn his knuckles bloody.\r \n\\-\r \nSimon watched them raise the post dawned with streamers. They marked a series of rings around a stage where the band that was setting up. He stood out as the only half ogre amongst the humans, halflings, dwarves and a smattering of other half humans but he couldn’t pick the breeds precisely. There were a lot of half breeds here. Alice was half elf herself but her demeanor was human through and through.\r \nSimon headed for the 6th post and lifted the rope, it was the next to be raised and as soon as the team secured its base he began raising it on his own. He wasn’t fast with the still healing leg but he wasn’t useless. Alice was keeping busy, having been folded into the bar crew, walking about with a tray to ply the townsfolk with weak beer that seemed more of a weak soup than an intoxicant, it smelt vaguely of flowers.\r \n“Simon… for you.” said Alice, passing him a pitcher from her tray.\r \nSimon patted his pockets.\r \n“No no it’s free, it’s part of the festival, we only drink it today and any leftover goes to the pigs so drink up!”\r \nSimon accepted the stein and drank but it didn’t slate the thirst that rose in him as he watched her walk away. Simon shook his head and turned back to the team. He watched for a moment, then, when understanding the task, headed to the next building. He held out a hand as the girl dragging the end of a streamer approached with a blush on her cheeks, he boosted her to his shoulder and she tied it to the end of the gutter while a team of 3 passed him with a ladder to the next roof.\r \nHe caught some wary glances but a few whispers later with those Alice had introduced him to over the past two weeks, they were put at ease. The standoffish attitude dwindled as everyone found out about Alice finding him and nursing him to health… the beer helped too.\r \n\\-\r \nSimon stood, Alice perched on his shoulder with the best view at one of the 6 rings as the crowd started shouting names of women in the village, eventually the shouts settled on ‘Courtney’. The chant grew faster as their clapping threw the band off rhythm. Simon had no idea what the fuck was going on but he clapped all the same, the shocks bouncing Alice on his shoulder and sending her into a giggling state.\r \n‘Courtney’ arrived at the ring, her face blushing as she handed off her tray and untied her apron. The crowd cheered at her entering the ring. When the sound died down, 8 men entered, they removed shirts and belts, rings and hats until they stood in just their pants. Courtney lifted a flower to her lips and ate the petals, a bright red flushing her cheeks as she caught an infectious laugh. The crowd cheered and left Simon puzzled. The moment the cheer died down the 8 men went ballistic, throwing haphazard punches at one another and brawling in the ring. There was no skill, just the mad flailing of people who’s professions lied on the civilian side. Suddenly Simon was very interested in the festival. The chanting clapping and wet sound of packing meat got his heart racing, the near endless supply of beer constantly finding its way into his hand until, like Courtney, his cheeks began to flush red.\r \nHe found his arms flinching as he pictured throwing the punches. When a single man was left standing he walked to the girl and she raised his hand as champion. Villagers lifted their friends with steins in hand and a laugh in their gut. Simon heard the next ring starting to chant names.\r \n“Quick! Let’s not miss it!” said Alice, bouncing on his shoulder with excitement and leaning toward the next, throwing out her own shouts of names. Simon hobbled over to see 6 men this time, they fell faster than before, 4 of them tapping out, the last two circled each other, blood running from one’s temple and the other's nose. The woman ‘Sarah’ put her hand up announcing a draw and took both men by the hand, leading them away. The next ring was already chanting but Simon hesitated.\r \n“More beer?” asked Alice as she folded her arms and rested her torso on his head.\r \nSimon pointed to Sarah.\r \n“She is off with the victors, they will be back soon.”\r \nSimon shrugged, bouncing the small Half Elf.\r \n“They are… it’s part of the festival.”\r \nThere must be more to it, Simon looked up to see the upside down top half of Alice’s head, he held her gaze.\r \n“The winners go off and celebrate in the name of Nyrie… the goddess of fertility. They are her flowers.”\r \nThat put a dampener on it for Simon, he was hoping they were fighting purely for the love of it. They skipped the next bout and swung by the tables around the band for more booze.\r \nSimon wanted to enter the arena, he could tap out to avoid ‘winning’ and immediately enter the next fight. As he and Alice watched the 4th fight he tested his leg, his hands clenched into fists, feeling the satisfying sensation of skin pulled tight over rigid knuckles.\r \n“You want to fight do you?” asked Alice.\r \nSimon nodded and pounded his fist into his palm sending a shock through his shoulder that sent Alice into another fit of laughter.\r \n“Ok, let's get you into the next one…” said Alice, pointing to the 6th ring. Simon pulled himself from the sight of a man refusing to give up as a rain of blows changed the shape of his face.\r \nAlice threw her head back and shouted. “Alice!”\r \nSimon didn’t expect that but the chant caught on quickly. He walked toward the ring with her reaching to snatch a flower from one of the streamers, she slid down his arm bouncing on her toes into the ring. The crowd quickly swelled as she stood in the middle of the sawdusted cobblestones. Men were getting off their shirts but it was wrong, they were scrawny lumberjacks and blacksmiths, barely any real men were preparing for the fight… well there were few people he would call real me in the village but that was beside the point. She needed someone strong, none of these runts were suitable for her. Alice ate the flower, growing giddy and turning scarlet in her cheeks. \r \n18 boys entered the circle and one man.\r \nSimon eyed the 18 and removed his shirt to reveal the scars from years of battle. To their credit they didn’t back down. The blood rushed through him, his heart racing with the exhilaration of the coming fight. Alice stared at him with a smile and motioned a fist into her palm as encouragement. Simon passed the cane to a bystander.\r \nThe arena went silent, he initially planned to throw the fight but he could not allow any of these runts to win Alice."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Samantha — who NEVER met a party that two drinks in and she didn’t take all her clothes off — is thrown a surprise 21st(?) birthday party by her roommates and all her friends. They conspire to surprise and catch her already in her “birthday suit” so she’s good and nekkid, right from the git-go!
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"content": "Sarah took another quick glance over the electronic winch, she had tested it 3 times that day, twice on a quick setting and one full cycle but safety was key.\r \n“Can you check on me if I don't text you in 3 hours?” She sent it through to Piri, she received a thumbs up as a response and turned off her phone. She wasn’t making that mistake again.\r \nSarah shifted the coffee table to face her apartment windows and turned the lights off. navigating by the glow of the city outside she knelt on the coffee table. The ropes were already set up, 6 lengths hanging from the electric winch above her bolted into the concrete ceiling. She took her time with it, enjoying the process as much as the result. The padded straps wrapped around her ankle and thigh as one, a leather strap looping over it to hold them in place, she tightened the buckle one notch at a time. Her fingertips running over her exposed thighs, stopping just short of her sex between the straps that bit into her skin. She fastened the other and wriggled form side to side, her ankles could not get free but there was a little give. Her hand hesitated over the buckle… a smile crossed her lips and a tingle of thrill followed through her sex as she pulled through another notch. Her fingers running over the tightly bound thighs. Sarah clipped on the carabiners ensuring the ropes were not tangled above her. Sarah pressed the first setting on the electric winch control, it began winding in her thigh ropes to take out the slack, she tapped the button a few more times until her toes lifted off the coffee table and she balanced on her knees.\r \nSarah could stop here, she regularly did but she had the weekend off, it was her birthday and she wanted to treat herself and let go for a few hours. Sarah secured the harness around her chest, it pulled over her shoulders securely with two thick straps running beneath her breasts. She ensured the white padding wasn't twisted and sat smooth against herself before tightening the two leather straps. She set the notches and didn’t play around with them. She wanted to go tighter but self bondage and breathplay did not mix well.\r \nBefore her arms were restricted she glanced at the ring gag and ball gag, debating which to use. The ball was more comfortable but she felt more helpless with the ring… and today was about going whole hog. Sarah rolled her jaw a few times before opening wide and positioning the steel ring behind her teeth. She arranged the two straps beneath her hair and secured it firmly. She didn’t want to be able to call for help.\r \n4 ropes passed through steel rings at her spine on the harness, they ran down to shackles that Sarah began securing around her wrists and forearms. She took the winch control and set the timer for 2 hours, toying with the ‘retract’ button, it raised her hips higher and pulled the slack out of her harness. A few more presses and her knees slid over the wooden surface of the coffee table, she balanced on the edge of the table, her body floating as her arms struggled against the constant pull of the ropes, they wanted to force her arms flat against her back. Sarah reached for herself but the ropes where just a bit too short, she couldn’t quite reach her sex and the thought filled her with lust. Sarah pressed ‘go’ and dropped the control.\r \nThe ropes pulled above her as she slid off the edge of the coffee table to hover over the towel, her arms giving out to her own weight as her wrists pulled into the small of her back, her elbows following to touch each other as she hung suspended from the 6 ropes. It continued to raise her up in front of her apartment window.\r \nA flash of fear ran through her, what if the winch broke, what if it pulled the wrong ropes too much… what if Piri didn’t check on her. Sarah smiled at the thought, her heart racing as tingles ran up and down her thighs. She didn’t shy away from the fears, instead thinking of other ways she was trapped and helpless.\r \nSarah groaned as her elbows touched, her breasts arched out on display as the winch came to a stop. Her hips resting in the thigh restraints that left her open and exposed. She wanted to touch herself but she couldn’t. She was growing wet, swollen and begging for the sensation of something to touch her but the winch was of a single mind and would not allow her relief for 2 hours until it let her down. Sarah smiled at the apartment windows that filled her vision of the city. At night anyone looking close enough might see her here… it would be harder with the lights off but she wasn’t invisible.\r \nSarah’s lips smiled around the ring gag and she mumbled to herself.\r \n“Happy birthday to me.”\r \n\\-\r \nSarah’s thighs twisted and relaxed, trying to gain any kind of sensation on her soaking wet sex, she had struggled for what felt like hours but what previous experience would tell her was likely only 15 minutes. The hitachi lay below her on the towel, ready for use when she was released, instead it taunted her with it’s proximity.\r \nHer sex and mouth where dripping to the towel below her. She needed some kind of touch… any kind of touch! It was maddening to be so aroused and so helpless.\r \nSarah was in the middle of struggling when she heard keys in the lock of her front door. Her eyes went wide and she started to struggle in earnest. It had better be Piri and it had also better not!\r \nThe light went on making her much easier to see from the street. She couldn’t see the door but they could see her when entering, she was wide open, soaked and exposed. Her body betrayed her and became more excited at being trapped and not knowing what was going on.\r \nSarah heard the generic sounds of murmuring and feet shuffling. There were more people coming in by the minute whispering to each other. Her face flushed red with shame, every minute she struggled helplessly she grew more aroused.\r \nPiri stepped into her view.\r \n“Happy birthday Sarah!” she said with a wicked smile, lifting a blindfold and sending Sarah into darkness."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An introverted shut-in who, paradoxically, gets off on crowds.
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"content": "Lia looked over the complicated setup she was about to embark upon… this was getting out of hand. It had started with her not wearing underwear to the office. She had walked around all day with a growing need and fear that she would be found out. The panic had lasted until she got home and relaxed… she had relaxed multiple times and harder than ever before.\r \nThe bed currently looked like a stall at a kinky swap meet.\r \nLia eyed the ticket Marcus had given her. Marcus was handsome, she had stuttered and barely formed sentences talking to him before her clit was alive with vibrations. Now she communicated via gestures mostly when he came to her desk. \r \nMarcus’ partner was sick and Lia seemed to like going to watch plays so he had given her the ticket. Watching plays was amazing, you had to sit still and quiet for an hour or 3, any sound or movement would give you away. She was a junkie and this ticket… it was the hard stuff.\r \nLia removed the towel and started ‘getting dressed’. The straps bit into her hips, tight around her waist as it held low vibrations to her clit. Firm and thick material that would muffle the sound. She hiked a skirt up her thighs and toyed with the remote. No! She quickly turned it off… she would have time for that later.\r \nLia brought the ballgag to her lips and opened wide, passing the strap into her hair and buckling it closed. The collar was next, she had removed the link at the front so it wouldn’t jingle. Both were hidden beneath a facemask and scarf. The pandemic had done wonders for her sexlife… well… solo sexlife.\r \nThere was a knock at the door and she jumped. Shrugging into a shirt and quickly buttoning up the front, she had made some orders online but hadn’t expected them so early, she might have time to try one out tonight if she was quick. With 4 buttons up she opened the door to sign for the package and froze.\r \nAbject… fucking… terror.\r \n“Hey Lia, sorry I’m early, did you want to get coffee before it starts?”\r \nLia couldn’t say anything because of course she couldn't! Gags were fun but not something you could get away with in a workplace.\r \nMarcus smirked and held up a hand to ease her… it had little effect. “You're shy, that’s ok, we don’t need to head out. Mind if I come in for one instead?”\r \nFuck fuck fuck! Tickets! Plural, his partner couldn't go so he gave Lia one… he was still going and had come to pick her up! How did she not realize that? Lia couldn’t just close the door in his face, she couldn’t write him a note… that was weird even for her. The buzzing on her clit made her mind up for her. She stood aside for him to enter.\r \nPoint of note for future reference, don’t listen to your clit.\r \n“You have good taste.” said Marcus, following the obvious path to the kitchen-lounge. She had the good presence of mind to close the bedroom door and followed him.\r \n“You wear a mask at home?” asked Marcus as he glanced over her kitchen-lounge. Lia motioned toward the bathroom about to take a step.\r \n“No thanks, but I will have that coffee. 2 sugars and milk please.”\r \nLia’s sex was a dirty little traitor, squeeling in delight at flying so close to the sun. She should just go to the bathroom… go, remove the gag, turn off the vibrator and apologise for being her weird self.\r \nLia made coffee instead, because of course she did. Marcus watched her with a smirk as he placed a backpack on the breakfast bar, it looked like a street kids and didn’t suit him at all. It was the kind of thing a teenage daughter… if he had one, might wear. She would have asked about it but it was pretty low on her priorities at the moment… also she couldn’t.\r \n“So you’re wearing it now I gather?” said Marcus as she placed the coffee in front of him, her body freezing at his words.\r \nHe looked at her mask closely, his eyes narrowing as he smiled.\r \n“And something new too…”\r \nLia’s mind screamed, her sex screamed… she had pictured the worst case scenario before… usually with both hands between her thighs in frenzy and a pillow in her teeth. Getting what you want is a very different experience.\r \n“You can deny it and run off to get changed… lovely coffee by the way.” he said, saluting with the mug. “... or, you come to the play the same way you dress at the office and have a little fun… also I brought something extra I doubt you have tried.” he said, the mug inclining toward the bag.\r \nOk… the bag had risen quite a few slots up her priority list now.\r \nLia’s face was burning red, the scarf not helping as his eyes bore into her.\r \n“... oh and I assume you can’t reply, if you want to play at the play take off your mask.”\r \nLia’s thighs pressed together… yes, she knew what that little traitor wanted… she wanted it too and she pulled the mask down, flashing him her lips curled into a smile around the gag.\r \n\\-\r \nLia bit down on the rubber, it was the final scene, it had gone on forever… She sat as still as she could beside Marcus, the sleeves of her hoodie empty and tucked into the front pockets as fake arms. The backpack strapped on had caught some odd looks, but she looked like a street kid forced to sit through a play. Her arms were inside the bag, tied tightly behind her back, crossed over her shoulder blades through a square hole in the jumper where it was sewn to the bag. She needed to sit still, every time she struggled the rope harness bit into her breasts. Her skirt layover the black tights, raised slightly on Marcus’ side but she couldn’t fix it. If anything she needed Marcus’ hand to run higher up her thigh but she was trapped, gagged and silent, she couldn’t even control the vibrations as he had the remote. He had been keeping her on the edge but the final act was slowly coming to a close. The audience stood in applause and Marcus finally gave her relief, unable to contain her moans as they vanished into the roar around her.\r \nLia’s eyes and legs closed tightly, the muscle quivering beneath Marcus’ finger’s. She had found a new drug and was already hooked.\r \n“Come on Lia… it’s the intermission.” he said.\r \nLia’s eyes widened, fear running over them for a moment as the vibrations began anew. His lips curled into a grin.\r \n“Come on… I need to get something from the car.”\r \nLia rose to her shaky legs and followed him through the crowd, sticking close as her only source of safety, the only way to get release in both senses of the word."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It started with a "date", then theatrical PDA, groping, and even her sitting in his lap, each waiting for the other to reveal the "prank" to their friends. What they didn't know was that their friends were tricking *them* into hooking up!
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"content": "\"This weekend...? Nothing much. Worked out Saturday morning, cleaned the apartment, Rachel and I went to see Jurassic World 4 Saturday evening...\" \n\nPaul added the last event of his previous weekend's schedule almost as an afterthought. The inflection in his voice was all too obvious. The incredibly forced and faked nonchalance of the \"date\" with Rachel was paired with a glance at his friend Brian to gauge a reaction. There was none.\n\n\"Cool, cool...\" Brian nodded with actual nonchalance as he steered and drove down the rode. Paul, sitting in the passenger's seat, popped out his iPhone. \n\n\"Oh look a text from Rachel.\" Paul's fingers started to fly across the screen as the pair of male friends and roommates arrived at the bar where they were meeting their friends. Paul set his phone down in the middle of his seat with his screen still on and facing toward Brian. The latest message from Rachel read: \"Send me a pic???\" Followed by an eggplant emoji. After Paul had exited the little Toyota he stretched loudly and then announced, \"Oh whoops forgot that\", then reached down to take his phone from the middle of the passenger's seat. \n\n\"Yeah, don't wanna forget that.\" Brian replied, as if he had not seen the text. Brian and Paul then stepped into a well-maintained Irish pub that their friend group frequented. Just after they entered and looked around for their friends, Rachel and her roommate, Katie, entered the bar behind them. \n\nRachel was a petite, brunette whose hair fell in elegant curls down to just about her shoulders. She had a cute, round face, button nose and adorable dimples. This Friday evening she wore a simple, short black dress and a 32DD bush up bra that put her ample, perky cleavage right under her chin. Her face lit up as she saw Paul. \n\n\"Hey!\" Rachel's high voice floated over the gentle roar of the crowded pair. She and her roommate made their way toward Brian and Paul. Paul realized that Rachel was not slowing down as she got closer. It looked like she was going in for a hug? No, her heels were coming up off the ground and she was leaning upward. A peck on the cheek?\n\nAs Paul stood there, stupidly, Rachel's plump smooth lips landed firmly on his. And this was no peck. As Paul closed his eyes, he felt a playful tongue sliding into his mouth. Three full seconds later, he gulped and opened his eyes. The long, wet kiss was finally over. \n\nKatie piped up, ignoring the kiss, \"Shall we? It looks like the guys over in the back?\"\n\n The foursome marched and wormed their way through the crowded bar. Paul found his fingers intertwined with Rachel's, his palm against hers, as she lead the way. Soon the foursome arrived and were greeted by their other friends. The now rather large group pushed a table against against a booth and scooted some chair over. Paul slid into the booth, with Rachel seated right next to him, on the end of the booth. \n\nThe group chatted and laughed with beers in hand and smiles on their faces. At one lull in the conversation Paul almost burst out with, \"Fooled you guys! Rachel and I went to the movies last week as a prank! You thought we were dating?? Hahaha as if!!\" But he kept silent. Glanced sideways at his co-conspirator, and slid an arm around her back. He felt the softness of her dress. Slid his hand upward and felt the smoothness of her bare skin below her neck. \n\nThen Katie piped up, \"Hey Rachel. Need to go to the bathroom?\" \n\n\"Sure thing.\" Rachel replied, standing up next to Paul. \n\n\"I'll keep the seat warm for you.\" Paul nodded upward to Rachel and raised his hand to give her tight, round ass a playful tap that was almost a slap. Just hard enough to make a noise. No comment from the table? \"Come one!\" Paul almost screamed inside his head. \"No one was going to say anything??\" \"There was endless stream of comments from the group when Steve's girlfriend would even kiss him on the cheek.\" Things would have to escalate..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Musical chairs, but the chairs are open-mouthed girls on all fours waiting for the music to stop; whichever guy doesn't get a cock in a young, wet throat loses. The competition is fierce.
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"content": "John felt her golden curls spilling through his fingers, her lips sucking on his tip. His head wasn’t in the game at that moment, it was in sarah’s beautiful lips. Her eyes looked at him with need and pulled him all the way into her throat, the game became a distant memory. Her eyes were pleading, like the only thing that could complete her in that moment was his length inside her.\n\nFucking hell there was no throat like sarah’s.\n\nThe music started but Sarah didn’t stop, her mouth pumping away until the jeers brought John too, he reluctantly tightened his grip on her curls. Sarah felt the end coming and plunged him deep, her lips hungrily sucking at the base of his length. He took her hair and eased her off him, the tip pulling free with a pop.\n\nSarah’s cheek curled into his palm, those eyes gazing up at him, he could fall into them like a pool, her lips… those fucking lips. They curled into a smile as she wiggled her ass playfully.\n\nIt took all of John’s willpower to let her go and join the 5 men, walking in circles around the six girls. They were down to 5, clair closed her mouth, her hands folding in her lap. They players skipped past clair but John skipped past all the girls to linger by Sarah.\n\nThe music stopped and her hair was once more spilling through his fingers as she gasped and pulled him back into her mouth. He wasn’t polite that time, neither was she, in a second she was pulling him down her throat. Her spine arched and her hands pulled tight against the small of her back. If she was trying to pull him away from the game to let someone else win it was working… he almost didn’t care.\n\nSimon lost this round, clair offered him an apologetic smile as he was left hard with no relief. Simon was led from the circle by clair where she started to relieve him. They were down to 5 including John.\n\n“I’m sorry.” mouthed John.\n\nSarah’s eyes begged him as he drew himself free, he had to start walking again.\n\nThe music stopped and alice was on his cock but John’s eyes lingered toward Sarah beside him. She was holding the tip of Marek between her lips but she was staring at John. A deep animalistic part of John wanted to punch Marek, to dash his limp body against rocks and strike him with a club over Sarah, a part he thought he had tames but it returned to him in that moment, whispering bloodlust into his ear.\n\nThere was no way he was going to win, not with her eyes on him. The moment was broken by Carl moaning out loud.\n\n“Fuck fuck fuck!” he cried as piri drained him cum to a chorus of booing.\n\nCarl and Tim were both disqualified and the game was down to 3.\n\nJohn swallowed the burning jealousy. If his lizard brain had its way Marek would be unconscious and they would only by 2.\n\nHis cock was released by alice and they were once more walking. John skipped rivers waiting mouth and lingered by Sarah.\n\nJohn’s hands held Sarah firm, she pouted and strained against his hold, trying to take him into her properly but he couldn't have that either. Her throat was dangerous and he would cum, then he would be forced to watch her from the sidelines as she took another into her mouth, there was now something worse than pulling from her lips.\n\nIt was just John and Marek now, stalking each other around Sarah. Marek was smiling and laughing, John was not. Sarah’s eyes followed him as the two cocks lingered by her lips. One would dart behind her and come to stand beside the other. John took her hair, Marek did the same.\n\nThe music stopped and both cocks plunged toward her waiting mouth.\n\n“The rule is whoever occupies her throat.” said piri… unhelpfully.\n\nSarah could take both in her mouth but a flash of pain ran through her eyes. John eased his grip and reluctantly pulled back, conceding to Marek. Sarah’s eyes held sympathy for John, her vision blurring as Marek forced his way down her throat.\n\nJohn’s fists involuntarily clenched.\n\nHe barely heard the cheer.\n\nMarek pulled free, he didn’t even look at Sarah, he saw only piri who approached with the prize.\n\nJohn offered Sarah a hand to help her rise, she took it but made no motion to stand. She drew his fingers to her hair, brushing herself against his palm before leaning forward and taking him between her lips.\n\nThe game was over, the tension left his fingers… his brain… everything. Her eyes were those of a winner as she ran her tongue in circles over his tip and swirled down his base, guiding him down. She moaned and squeezed his hand into her hair, he followed her guide and took her firmly in a fistfull of hair, using her tight throat to bring himself to his fall.\n\nHer tongue pressed against him, feeling him swell as he finally came inside her. Her lips hungrily swallowing it down. He couldn’t feel anything else but victory.\n\n\\-\n\nJohn sat on the couch, Sarah curled into his lap with her cheek on his shoulder, her eyes dreamily watching his cock as she coaxed him slowly back to life.\n\n“What did you win anyway?” asked John as Marek came to sit beside him with a second beer in his hand. John took the cold perspiring glass and saluted with its neck.\n\nMarek flashed up a card and a grin.\n\n“$100 gift card.”\n\nJohn snorted, his chest bouncing Sarah with a laugh and bringing her out of her cock focussed daze.\n\nEverything seemed so much more important at the time."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A human woman, an elf woman, and an orc woman walk into a bar. They get drunk and have a threesome in a nearby inn.
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"content": "Only an hour ago, I was pounding back shots of something called Shnippurs, made from fermented fey plants. Now, I'm getting pounded by an orc woman with a strap on. I think it was a bet, maybe it was a joke. Either way, *gods damn it,* this feels good.\n\n\"My name is Tannis,\" I say, the words escape in a single breath, somewhere between the out and the in of the Orc's intricately carved ivory member. Ribbed. Smooth. Stretching me out from the inside. I open my eyes to see the Elf, I think her name was Ae'tyr, straddling my face. I can the feel the warmth of her pussy on my features. I inhale, expecting something else, but am met with the odor of freshly-picked roses, and perhaps mint. I admire the thin lines of her sex, reddened, hairless, almost *magical.* My hands grope at her ass, pulling her down on my face.\n\nI hear her gasp out an \"Oh, fuck,\" as my lips encircle her engorged clitoris. My wet tongue paints her pink flesh, separating her inner lips, lapping at her honeyed secretions as if it nourished me. *Gods, I've never done anything like this before. Why now?* Ae'tyr's legs gently enclose on either side of my head, muffling the sounds of the rooms. *Better yet, why not?*\n\nI can only barely hear the grunt that comes out of Mael, that beautiful, muscular Orc goddess positioned between my legs. Something about her soft skin against the inside of my things makes my heart flutter, not to mention the puddles I'm dripping as she thrusts. Her hand goes down to my abdomen, and I can feel the pressure on me, bracing me, holding me. Her hands are rough, and hot, and I feel her thumb descend through the tuft of hair above my cunt just before she gently -- and yet somehow forcefully -- rubs my little clit in a circle. I moan against Ae'tyr's pussy, I can't help it; each thrust Mael makes bottoms out so deep inside, almost in my belly.\n\nAe'tyr lowers her weight further against me, parting her rose-scented sex around my nose, my tongue dancing at the entrance to her warm, dripping depths, tasting her nectar as if she were a ripened fruit. Then, with a snaking hand, I grasp at her breast and slide my tongue further inside of her, reaching as deeply as I can. Then I can feel it, the waves of contractions and releases that pulsate around my tongue, *oh gods*, I can feel it. Her pleasure pushes me that much closer, even to the edge. And just as Mael makes that plunge once again, and her thumb pushes against my swollen clit, my body explodes in warmth and tingling waves. I can't help but buck my hips against her, feeling every single ridge in that ivory strap-on. Mael doesn't quit rubbing my clit either. For a moment, I'm struggling to breath against the engorged pussy of a perfect elf, and struggling to hold myself together against the throes of pleasure being pounded into my cunt by a shredded Orc woman.\n\nJust when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Mael stops, and Ae'tyr falls down beside me, all of us panting. Mael crawls up between us, easily a head and a half taller than us both, and takes the strap on off, pulling a string of her own nectar behind it. She rubs herself with her middle and ring finger and bites her bottom lip, looking at the glaze of her fluids on the ends of her fingers. \"Would somebody fuck me, please?\" Mael says, looking at us both. \n\nI can hardly wait."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Hmmm, I just thought of something to maybe encourage people to comment/write stories more:
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"content": "I do something along these lines. I usually write pretty wholesome stuff if I do say so myself. Occasionally I write something fucked up so I put a 'not wholesome' spoiler in the top.\n\nI tend to avoid tags if at all possible because they can give away the story.\n\nMy recommendation to get more stories... more comments, less restrictive prompts. It's difficult writing a story for a prompt and getting nothing back, I avoid some prompts because I know the authors won't like anything I write, won't comment or even upvote a story.\n\nSome prompts are a little restrictive, they start out great with a unique situation but end on a specific outcome.\n\nEg, Sarah loves self bondage, she is quite tied up when her friend barges in... is an interesting open. Ending the prompt with \"and they lived happily ever after\" means the reader knows where any story I write is going. Whatever I write has to end with \"and they lived happily ever after\" which removes all opportunity for tension or surprising the reader.\n\nA prompt needs to be the start of a story, that sets where the middle is going, then I take up the reigns and direct it to the ending. If you write the ending your not prompting, you're asking me to flesh out a story that has already been written."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] A controversial new game show involves full blood relatives performing sexual acts in front of a camera and live audience for cash prizes.
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"content": "The drugs they gave me before the show have kicked in by now. Even just the cold breeze of the air conditioning on my exposed pussy is enough to drive me almost to orgasm. I can feel how wet I am between my legs, which in turn only serves to increase my arousal. \nLooking to each side of me, the flushed red faces of my mom on my right and my little sister Tina on my left tell me that they are feeling the exact same way. There is another woman next to my mom, on the opposite side as me, who is clearly going through the same thing as well. \n“Take your time,” the game master announces. “This is not a decision to be made lightly after all. Choose the right hole and you earn $100 000. Choose wrong, and you will go home not only empty-handed but also knowing that you will have fucked a member of your own family, either your mother or one of your two lovely sisters.”\n\nSuddenly, Tina gasps into her large ball gag, her eyes rolling back in her head and her legs shaking. They are shackled up in the air, only her butt and pussy poking out into the public viewing area where the audience was watching our brother’s attempt to figure out which of us is not related to him. \n“Yes, it always helps to use all your senses. Does she smell like your sister? Does she feel like your sister? Or your mother maybe?”, the game master continues as Tina writhes in pleasure and agony at the teasing touch of our big brother.\n\nI watch for almost five minutes as she visibly closes in on her orgasm multiple times but is never pushed over the edge. When she breathes in relief as his touch subsides, I tense up. I know I am next. \n“A truly lovely hole, isn’t it?”, the game master asks as a careful finger traces the outline of my labia, making me moan into my own gag. “Could this be your sister? This one is shaved clean. Not a hair on her. Does that sound like someone in your family? Or not?” \n“I’m not sure,” Martin, my brother replies. It’s a trick, of course. They shaved me before the show, to make it harder for him. “Just let me...” \nMy whole body shudders as I suddenly feel first his breath and then his tongue on me. Rather than just tasting me quickly, I feel him working magic on me, licking and sucking expertly until, only partially due to the drugs, I am a mess, shaking and moaning in pleasure. I can feel my climax approaching when he suddenly, without warning, pulls back. \n“Don’t let them cum yet,” the game master teases. “Maybe it’s time to test out candidate number 3.”\n\nI watch as first my mom and then the stranger go through the exact same thing Tina and I did. Pleasure and denial as the inspection runs its course. \nFinally, all of us have been sampled and it’s time for the decision. I hold my breath as I stare at the stranger, waiting for any sign that she has been chosen. \n“I choose this one,” I hear my brother say but I can’t say where he is exactly through the stage divider behind which most of me is hidden from view. \n“Are you sure? It’s a lot of money, plus the risk of incest riding on this choice.” \n“Yes, I’m sure,” Martin insists. The audience cheers. They don’t know who of us is related to him and who isn’t so that reaction tells me nothing. \n“Then go ahead,” the game master says with an excited laugh. “But remember, you only get your money if you cum inside. So don’t pull out.”\n\nThe wait is agonizing. My eyes are fixed on the woman to the far right of me. The stranger. Please let her be chosen. Please let me see her writhe in pleasure at the penetration!, I beg silently. \nI am so focused on these thoughts that I don’t notice immediately what’s happening. I don’t notice when two hands gently spread my legs and when a large cock begins to rub against my eager labia. I don’t notice until the cock, my big brother’s cock, pulls back and then, in one fluid motion pushes all the way inside of me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She'd agreed to help her friend test his new invention. When she found out it was a supplement to change the flavor of cum, she pretended to be indignant, even as her mouth started to water...
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"content": "\"Thanks again for doing this Tara,\" Lloyd said as he guided her into his lab at the University. His short dark hair was neatly trimmed and Tara was distracted by his looks as he politely held the door for her. \n\nLloyd was a Chemistry major that Tara had shared some classes with two years ago. They'd teamed up for a project and gotten to know each other better. While Lloyd didn't look like your stereotypical nerd he certainly was one. Role playing games, anime, scifi, and superheroes were his bread and butter. She'd been happy to learn they shared similar interests, even if she had become interested in a few more things after admiring Lloyd's physique when she walked into his dorm without knocking by accident.\n\nLost in thought Tara wished she had gone through the same change. Llyod had apparently been pretty chubby until he got into high school and hit his last growth spurt. Combined with a desire to not be so overweight he had ended up more stud than nerd, but had the attitude of a shy dork even though most girls would drool over him. Tara sighed wistfully.\n\nLloyd was talking but Tara was lost in her own world. If only Lloyd was a little less of a stud she might have considered... She sighed again. Who was she kidding. She was a bit chubby, and definitely not the model type Lloyd could get if he tried. She had some extra weight on her belly and thighs, though she was glad that a decent amount uh not of her extra weight had gone to her breasts. At least she wasn't flat up top and chubby.\n\n\"Tara is something wrong? Earth to Tara,\" Lloyd said wav ih ng a hand in front of her face. Tara tried to shake off her dark mood and looked at him in his hazel eyes. \"You okay? If you want we can do this another time?\"\n\n\"No, I'm okay, I promise,\" Tara lied and glanced down at the table before her. There were probably a dozen small cups in front of her. Confused she lifted her blue eyes to Lloyd questioningly. \"Explain it again please?\"\n\n\"Oh ummm,\" Lloyd stammered, he had probably memorized the first speech and having to go back was throwing off his composure. \"Well, I was making a chemical supplement to alter the taste of male seminal fluid...\"\n\nGlancing down Tara's eyes widened as she saw the contents of the cups. White and thick even she knew what that was. Realizing Lloyd had just said something about taste she looked up, careful to place a disgusted, disbelieving look on her face.\n\n\"You want me to drink cum?\" Tara snapped, crossing her arms over her heavy chest and glaring at Lloyd. \"That's disgusting.\"\n\n\"It's clean I swear, the subject was tested,\" Lloyd began to explain nervously. \"And you agreed! Come on Tara I have no one else to ask!\"\n\n\"No,\" Tara snapped turning her head away from Lloyd. \"You didn't tell me it would be some perverse cum drinking experiment!\"\n\n\"Please Tara?\" Pleading Lloyd looked at his blonde friend. \"This could be big, it could sell for big money and I... I could cut you in. Or if that isn't tempting just name something, anything.\"\n\n\"Well...\" Tara thought about it for a moment then nodded glumly. \"I want a cut and a favor named later. Deal?\"\n\n\"Deal,\" Llyod agreed swiftly. \"So I want you to try each sample and tell me what it tastes like.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" There were a dozen different samples. Were there a d ok zen men somewhere in the lab providing the sperm. The thought made Tara feel a bit excited and slutty. Drinking a dozen men's cum? That was so taboo. \n\nTara stared at the first sample and picked it up. The cup was cool. Almost as if it had been... Realization struck her. The samples were refrigerated. Looking at Lloyd he glanced away and she knew the truth. These were all his. Her mouth felt strange and she licked her lips. She should be disgusted. Putting an indignant look on her face she lifted the cup. It smelled of pineapple and she found her mouth watering. \n\nTipping the cup against her pink lips Tara drank swallowing quickly expecting a revolting texture or flavor. As she set the cup down though she rolled the flavor on her tongue. It was pineapple all right. A little artificial tasting but pjneapple.\n\n\"Are all these going to be fruity?\" Tara asked as Lloyd watched her carefully. She had lifted the second sample and smelled cherries.\n\n\"Oh no, but I did a few since it's such a popular flavor profile,\" Lloyd said clinically but Tara could see the blush on his cheeks.\n\nShrugging Tara tried cherry. It wasn't good, too much like cough medicine. Strawberry was good though, as were orange, mint, and vanilla. Lime was so bad she immediately washed out the flavor with the sample that tasted like honey. Even with the bad flavors Tara found herself eager for each new sample. She knew she was chugging Lloyd's cum and that thought made her hot. She felt a growing wetness between her thick thighs and squirmed a little in her chair.\n\n\"Full? Want to take a break?\" Lloyd chimed in, concerned er n in his voice. \n\n\"No,\" Tara responded perhaps too quickly and too eagerly she realized. She calmed herself. \"Better to get it done with and over.\"\n\nDespite the faked disgust she found her hand shaking in excitement as she reached for the ninth cup. When she drank this one she rolled it on her tongue before realizing Lloyd was staring. Both friends looked away quickly.\n\n\"Pizza?\" Tara was shocked. The flavors had been simple up until this one. But that was definitely pepperoni pizza.\n\nGrinning Lloyd nodded and pushed forward cup ten. Sniffing it Tara then drank the contents. Letting the cum hit her tongue as she tasted the effects of Lloyd's work. This one was a pin a colada. She grinned and made her guess. \n\nThe second to last one was a banana split. Tara swore she could taste the banana, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, nuts, and cherry all mixed in but somehow separate. God she wanted another of those.\n\n\"I have a special treat for the last one,\" Lloyd said with a grin. Tara realized she must have let her enjoyment show because Lloyd seemed bolder now. \n\n\"What is it?\" Tara glanced at Lloyd warily. \"N ok t something nasty I hope?\"\n\n\"I would never do that to you,\" Lloyd replied, seemingly genuinely hurt by the implication. \"Just try it.\"\n\nThe sample had a slightly different texture than the others making Tara wonder briefly if it was the latest, but then the flavor hit. Four different types of chocolate hit her tongue. She could taste the liquid creamy ganache, the sponge chocolate cake, the mousse, and the white chocolate shavings. She could taste the powered sugar and the paired vanilla ice cream. She stared at Lloyd. It was her favorite dessert. But she had only mentioned to him once that it was her favorite! And to get such a complex flavor so exactly right.\n\n\"Well?\" Lloyd asked hopefully.\n\n\"Before I answer how long do these supplements last?\" Tara asked in a hushed whisper. \"And do they change the nutritional content?\"\n\nLloyd shook his head nervously before answering. \"About four days and no... Honestly it's more or less a non concern in normal quantities.\"\n\n\"So if a girl craved a Devil's Delight Lava Cake,\" Tara said grinning when Lloyd realized she knew the exact flavor. \"All she would need to do is suck off her boyfriend and she could indulge sin free?\"\n\n\"I... I... Guess so?\" Lloyd stammered and Tara grinned before sinking down under the table. She noticed with a grin that Lloyd's cock was already hard and pressing against his slacks with it's girth. \n\n\"Good cause I think you might be able to help me with my diet,\" Tara practically purred as she fished out Lloyd's cock. It was achingly hard and the tip dripped with precum. Lloyd stiffened but didn't pull away, even as her lips closed around the head of his cock and she licked that chocolate decadence from the tip of his prick with a shudder of sexual and culinary delight."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was unusual for a Succubus to end up as a Guardian Angel. It was unusual, but usually lots of fun!
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"content": "Meru steeled herself for her first day at her new job. That new job bringing with it a whole other dimension to live in, a host of new abilities and duties she had to manage, and tons of other changes. She was nervous, as anyone experiencing such a shift in their existence would be. Until recently, she had been a succubus. She supposed she still was, just not professionally anymore. Now she was a Guardian Angel. Thanks to the increasing population of the earth, god was in need of new angels. And while He could technically just create more, He didn't like doing so, as it tired Him out.\n\n​\n\n So instead, demons were promoted. Occasionally. To be honest, most new angels were humans that had been made into angels after their deaths. Particularly pious and good people, saints and the like. However, god had recently come under fire from some of those humans for basically having a caste system where your opportunities and progression were defined at birth. So God had implemented a reward based system. Demons could rise up to become angels, and angels could fall to become demons. Former angels could rise back up, and former demons could fall back down. This way, it was based on performance instead of birthright.\n\n​\n\n Only a few demons had been raised to angel status so far, though, and most were Succubi or Incubi. The reason for this was that Succubi and Incubi dealt with pleasure much more than pain, and thus were much more likely to be promoted then say... a demon who spent all day eating someone's liver while it grew back over and over in a pit of eternal torment. This was especially the case with heaven's new sex positive policies that declared sex no longer a sin. \n\n​\n\nSo suffice it to say, Meru was doing something few before her had ever done, which made her even more nervous than all the stark changes in environment. (But those still made her plenty nervous too.) She had been assigned to guard and protect a kind, good man, named Peter. \n\n​\n\nAt the moment, Meru was using her Heavenly powers of sight to observe Peter. She had been briefed on how to use those in orientation and training, which had taken place the week before, but this was her first time watching him alone. She had quite enjoyed watching him shower for the morning, although she tried to temper down those feeling as best she could. Her job wasn't to seduce people anymore, it was to protect them. That said, Peter *was* quite attractive. Bulges in all the right places. Right now she watched him exit the bank, where he had gone to get cash during his lunch break. He took a shortcut down an alleyway to get back to his car faster. He seemed to have a good work ethic, at least as far as Meru could tell, and she guessed he didn't want to miss work. \n\n​\n\nAs he turned the corner, Meru watched another man grab Peter's tie, holding up a knife with his other hand. \n\n\"Yer money or yer life, pal.\" \n\n\"Alright, just let me get my wallet please. And there is something I'd like to ask you.\" \n\n\"You ain't askin' nothin.\" \n\n\"I just wanted to know... what made you want to live this kind of life?\" \n\n\"What do you mean?\" \n\n\"Surely you don't take pleasure in hurting people. If you did you would have hurt me, but you clearly want my money instead.\" \n\n\"Yeah, I do want yer money, so hand it over.\" \n\n\"I am, do not worry friend, but there are much more pleasant and safe alternatives to hurting others. The church gives out to those in need via charity, for example. Have you considered turning to them?\" \n\n\"I don't want no charity. I want to things my own way. What kind of man has to rely on the church to feed his family?\" \n\n\"By hurting others, you are just putting them in the same situation you are in now. And you cannot keep mugging people forever. Eventually someone will catch you, or perhaps fight back. And then you might have to hurt them, instead of just threating to do so. Imagine what that would do to your conscience. And you said you had a family? What would your kids think if they found out their father had done such a thing? Or what would your partner say if they knew the actions you now took? It is not a sign of weakness to ask for help, It is a sign of weakness not to.\" \n\n\"My god, you're right. I need some sort of long term plan here. I'll go to a charity, see if they can set me up with a job. I'm good, a strong worker, I'm sure they can find something for me to do.\" \n\n\"Good, I am happy for you friend. I hope you find success, and I hope you share that success with others when you do.\" \n\n\"I will! Thank you!\" \n\n\"You are most welcome.\" \n\n​\n\nThis whole exchange turned Meru on even more than the steamy shower had. While most other Succubi had strange, often dangerous kinks, and nearly always made the world a more perverted place by exercising those kinks, The thing that turned Meru on the most was.... Good deeds. It was part of why she had become a guardian angel in the first place. So seeing Peter help the mugger turn his life around like that really got her going. She was dripping like a faucet.\n\n​\n\nBarely able to contain herself for the rest of the day, she made a decision. She would Zap down to earth when peter was done working, and reward him herself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The text on the vending machine , looked mistranslated, but seemed to say "for girls". Regardless, he had to know what this mystery machine sold... It gave him a single pink pill.
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"content": "Jack staggered into the train station after being abandoned by his buddy hooking up with a strange piece of tail. People have been drinking alcohol before there was written histories, and humanity hasn't slowed down in the space age either. He looked at the wall of vending machines for that magic sobering pill he'd found last weekend. He didn't care, took the ribbing from his friends, that it was marketed to girls. The first pink one he put his money into gave him a box of tampons.\n\n\"Fuck me,\" he slurred but took the box anyway. Bobbing his head, squinting his eyes at the next one, jabbed his card at it. \"Fuck it,\" He said giving up ono reading exactly what the damn thing was selling. \"Fucking Lipstick! What the hell. Where's the pill,\" his loud voice echoing off the hard ceramic walls. The next one vended a single small pouch with a single pill inside. \"Oh hell yea,\" he didn't read the machine or the package, only registering that they were both shades of pink.\n\nThe next morning he could only remember stumbling around the station, not how he got home, or why he was naked. Beads of sweat rolled down his chest. His brow had to be wiped several times before he made it the short distance to the Aircon Thermostat. It read 16 degree C, so he lowered it as far as it would go, 10 degree. Standing under the vent wasn't helping cool him off. Sweat rolled into his eyes; wiping at them only made his eyes sting. \n\nThe bathroom sink was his goal, but decided that a cold shower would be better. Only the cold side was turned on thinking he could add hot water as needed. The straight cold water seemed to burn his hand, \"Ouch, Fuck\". After stepping under the adjusted water, He methodically in incremental movements, turned down the Hot side. 'Finally,' he thought when he felt more normal. He began to soap his body, and felt a handful sized boob. The otherside was developed too. Water was flowing down his body, diverting around his breasts with hardening nipples. When he looked downward, He not only saw his breast, but his hips were wider. His hand checked his balls, finding none. Careful, gingerly examining his cock, he knew it was shorter.\n\nThe answer, he knew, had to be in his pants pocket, that damn pill. His body glistened with rivulets of water walking to his bedroom. \"Fuck,\" he said in frustration; they weren't in the room. They were laying on the floor of the front door hallway with the rest of his clothing. He rifled through the pants pockets without success. The shirt, the shirt had pockets he searched next finding the torn pink envelope. \"For Girls\" is the only english he could read among the Japanese kanji. A quick AI app translation exposed his mistake. Only word it didn't translate was 'Kodoku' which took another search to find it was a black magic curse. He understood it was supposed to be a prank pill for girls to play on their SOs, or enemies.\n\nHe was transforming into a girl. The sweat gathering on his face and chest reminded him that the shower was still running. He stood under the water for an hour before he began to shiver with a chill. The mirror reflected his new boob, hips, and vulva under his thick tuft of pubic hair. Exploring his new body by drying off sent shivering chills down his spine. A step back felt strange, side waggle of his hips made it clear his new slit was slick, slippery, and warmer than the rest of him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every day her breasts were going to get bigger, and her libido would get a bit stronger, until she could figure out where her friend was hiding the potions that were doing it. Part of her didn't want to hurry...
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"content": "Day 1 \n\n\nClaire woke up feeling a bit drowsy and horny. She checked to see if her bedroom door was closed and sighed when she saw that it was open. She was too horny to care, her left hand groped and massaged her breast, while her right hand trailed downward to her pussy where she began stimulating her clit with her fingers. \"Wow I am really turned on this morning!\" she thought to herself as she bit her lip. She looked at the open door once more and thought \"Fuck it, the risk of getting caught only turns me on even more\" as she removed the blankets and her pajama bottoms, and changed to a position where her ass was in the air, her breasts resting against the bed and her head against the pillow. \"Something feels slightly off\" she thought to herself but shrugged it off as her desire to cum was greater than her desire to do literally anything else.\n\nShe felt something wet press against her pussy and jumped a little. Just as she looked back to see that her roommate Elizabeth was burying her face into her pussy, Elizabeth grabbed her ass, got fully on the bed, then forcefully slid her legs in between Claire's until she was laying on her back with Claire's face positioned over her pussy and her face buried in Claire's pussy. They were seconds away from mutually eating each other out when Claire looked back and reminded her friend that \"I'm straight remember?\". Elizabeth ignored her and kept savoring Claire's Clit. Claire just went with it as at this point she just wanted to cum and didn't care who or what brought her to that point.\n\n​\n\n\"Why am I turned on to the point of being gay for my friends mouth\" she thought for a moment, but her thought's were quickly interrupted by an intense orgasm. Elizabeth could feel Claire's body quivering with pleasure and inserted her tongue as deep as she could into Claire. Claire bit down on her pillow incapable of processing all the pleasure she felt."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As the day went on you were growing more and more enraged that your SO forgot your Birthday. That was until you got home and saw the rose-petal trail leading to your bed…
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"content": "(Based ***VERY*** loosely on a true story)\n\nThroughout the entirety of my workday, I had been in foul spirits. I was never much for birthdays, it's true. I had even asked my office manager *not* to add my name to the weekly birthday announcements. I wasn't a fan of artificial frivolity.\n\nBut Maggie? Maggie was supposed to remember.\n\nI wouldn't say I stormed home that day, but I was certainly sulking on the train. My steps from the train to the front door of my apartment building. Maybe the stairs up to our third-floor unit echoed a bit as I stomped my way upstairs.\n\nI swung the door open, ready to start what would have probably manifested as passive-aggressive grumbling...when I saw the trail of rose petals weaving down the long hallway of our apartment and into the master bedroom in the back.\n\nI immediately felt a bit of guilt about wallowing in anger all day. Of course, Maggie had something planned, the little minx. I set my bag on the table by the door and began to wander down the hallway.\n\nWhat had Maggie planned for me? Some sort of roleplay, perhaps? I pictured her curves squeezed into various costumes, and felt myself stirring. I turned the corner into our bedroom, eagerly anticipating what awaited.\n\nMaggie was awaiting me, lying in the middle of the bed, fully undressed. The sight of her laying on her side, naked and ready, was as alluring as ever, but unsurprising.\n\nWhat *was* a surprise was the sight of her friend Anne, lying in front of her, every bit as naked as Maggie. Their breasts were barely touching, swelling against one another's chests just the slightest bit. Anne looked up at me with a grin that was far too demure for the situation.\n\nWhat was *even more* surprising was the sight of Anne's boyfriend Carlos, positioned on the other side of Maggie. He too was fully undressed, and spooning Maggie in a way that left no doubt that his cock was pressed against Maggie's thick ass.\n\n\"Happy birthday, baby,\" Maggie cooed from her spot in the middle. \"You didn't think I had forgotten what you asked for, did you?\"\n\n\"I...\" My initial confusion lifted as I remembered a drunken evening a few months ago, and the conversation Maggie and I had on our way back from a party, and one specific comment I had made in the back of our cab home.\n\n*I think Anne and Carlos would be a fun foursome. Maybe for my birthday.*\n\nI hadn't been serious—I don't think—but when presented with the opportunity, my body responded *vigorously* in a way that I couldn't deny.\n\n\"Of course not,\" I said as I started to unbutton my shirt. \"Happy birthday to me.\"\n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\n*I could be persuaded to continue, I suppose. ;)*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's an elven rite of passage to claim a human as your sex pet. Write a story about a young elven woman doing so, with as many pets of any gender as you'd like to write about.
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"content": "Her mother had always told her that elves were superior to all other races and any race would be lucky to even be spoken of in the same sentence as elves. Kiara was not sure she was that extreme, but there was one thing she knew for certain: Elven women were better than human women. Human women had all of these notions of sexual modesty whereas elven women wore their arousal on their sleeves. Just like the males, when they saw something or someone they wanted, they took them. Were the from another time? Another world? It did not matter.\n\nWith the ability to look across any plane of existence, elves had secretly conquered all facets of the universe, though they were often content to let things play out as they did. That being said, they were not shy about interfering when they wanted to have fun or when it was time for them to undergo their rites. Kiara was about to become the High Priestess of the Temple of Angharradh and she only needed to complete two last rites: the Rite of Sight and the Rite of Domination. Sight was all but secured; she had been watching a mortal man from the twenty-first century for years. She watched his past, present, and future and found herself dissatisfied with the way his life would go. He had married something called a \"high school sweetheart\" and had a few offspring, but his looks and potential sexual prowess had been wasted on such a human woman. *I deserve him as a slave. He will come to understand how lucky he is that I have chosen him,* she would often think to herself.\n\nShe knew he would be the first of many, but she had her sights set on him. The Rite of Sight had been confirmed when she showed her target to the elder priestesses. They allowed her the privilege to use the Spell of Extraction to remove him from his timeline. She did not care about what happened to that 'family' of his; he had a higher purpose now and he would soon learn his place. *Perhaps I am more like my mother than I thought?*\n\nShe had executed the spell flawlessly, for which she thanked Angharradh for. He had been placed in a special 'training' dungeon that had been made for this very purpose. She donned her thin, silk gown that displayed her perfect figure. Her breasts were perky and full, displaying her youth and vigor. Her toned body was the result of years of training and her golden eyes and moon-colored hair gave her a definite otherworldly look. As she descended the stairs into the dungeon, her heart beat faster and louder. This was not fear, no. This was excitement.\n\n\"...let me out! Who's there?\" The man called out as he banged against the metal bars of his prison.\n\nKiara smirked and stepped into view, silencing him as he took her in. \"Hello there, Calvin,\" she smirked, licking her lips. \"My name is Kiara, though, very soon, you will know me as your mistress. You will live to serve and pleasure me as will those who come after you. Be honored as you have the honor of becoming my first and most prized slave.\"\n\n\"What the fuck...? Lady, I have no idea what your deal is, but I am no one's slave. I don't care how good you look, I have a family and I'm not going to flip on a dime,\" he shouts back.\n\nShe raises her hand and closes it, \"hush now, pet. Your defiance, while cute, is grating. You will learn to speak with a far nicer tone to me soon enough. But for now, you will no longer speak unless you are spoken to.\"\n\nHe tried to squeak out a word of anger, but he was silent.\n\n\"Good. Now,\" she waved her hand and chains extended from the wall, binding his arms and legs and pulling him back against the cold stone. She stepped forward and the prison door opened for her. She conjured a blue flame in her hand before casting it at him. He recoiled and slammed his eyes closed, only to open them and find himself completely naked. \"Let us begin your training.\"\n\nShe approached him and ran her hand down her chest before roughly gripping his cock. Kiara began to slowly stroke his cock, marveling at how quickly it got hard. \"You humans have such a quick activation time. However, I am also aware of your rather quick climaxes.\" She stopped stroking him and ran her fingernail lightly around his cock. A pink circle appeared; it was painless, but it worried him. \"This will stop you from cumming until I allow you to.\"\n\nShe paused and wrapped her hand around his cock again before leaning forward and licking his ear. \"The only words you will be able to say to me for now are: \"Mistress Kiara, I submit to you. Once you acknowledge that, I will give you your voice back.\" She giggled and leaned back. He had that same defiant look in his eyes. \"We'll see how long you last, my dear. Until then, let me leave you with this gift...\"\n\nShe knelt down in front of him and gave his cock a lick, watching it twitch with glee. She slowly wrapped her lips around it, pulling back and forth as she took her time. It was excruciating for him; he tilted his head back to avoid looking at her, but she snapped her fingers and brought his gaze back down to her. He felt his orgasm coming close, but it would never come. She slipped her mouth off of his cock, but the sensation continued. He felt her lips there despite her retreat. \"I will be back tomorrow; maybe you will be more amicable by then.\"\n\nShe stood up and walked out, the door closing and locking behind her. Calvin's mind was quickly invaded by his own voice as it repeated mantras that were alien to him. *Mistress Kiara's mouth feels so good... Mistress Kiara can give me more pleasure than that useless wife of mine ever could... Mistress Kiara knows what's best for me... Mistress Kiara is perfect... Mistress Kiara is beautiful... Obeying Mistress Kiara is the greatest pleasure... I love Mistress Kiara... I belong to Mistress Kiara...*\n\nThe next morning, the elven priestess-to-be returned to examine her newest acquisition. \"Well, slave? Is there something you wish tell me?\" She grinned as she noted his blush-red complexion and his straining. The voices were no doubt driving him crazy; he would soon break if he did not already. For now, though, he did not seem to be ready. \"Hm... I shall return tomorrow.\"\n\nIf he could groan or scream out or curse her, he would have. The next few days were torture, but even worse was that he began. It was infrequent, but she would come in every other day or every third day and let him cum. It not only kept him on edge, but he began to look forward to the moments that Mistress Kiara would return to check on him and allow him release. *Only she can give me pleasure...* \n\nFinally, two weeks in, Kiara found herself once again entering the dungeon. She did her best to hide her excitement as she had learned from one of her aids that she had been hearing a voice call out from the dungeon. \"...to you! Mistress Kiara, I submit to you! Mistress Kiara, I submit to you...\" It seemed he had been repeating it for quite some time. She noted his face lighting up when she entered in. \"You may speak freely, slave.\"\n\n\"Mistress Kiara! I love you! You're the only one who can truly give me pleasure! You are perfect!\" He yells out in pained lust.\n\n\"Oh dear! But what about your precious family?\" She giggled as she watched him struggle. \n\n\"I don't care about them anymore! They can't give me what I need! I need you and only you! I want to serve you and obey you! Please, Mistress Kiara! I love you!\" Calvin was broken as he cried out his words. \n\nJudging his pleas to be genuine, she allowed him to drop from the wall onto his hands and knees. \"Crawl to me, pet.\" He did just that. Despite the cold stone causing a level of discomfort, he obliged. \"Good boy.\" \n\n​\n\nDays later, Kiara sat in her private quarters as she wrote her official letter of acceptance to the position of High Priestess. On the floor in front of her with his mouth between her legs and his tongue lapping desperately at her sweet pussy was Calvin. He bore a collar labelled with her name on it; any semblance of his former life had since been drowned out by the overpower voice and pleasure of his Mistress. \n\nShe turned to an orb in the room and saw the reflection of someone looking back at her. \"I hope you enjoyed this story because you're next. The writer did say I could see **any** plane of existence, didn't they?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You wake up one morning only to discover another, identical version of yourself lying besides you! The two of you are the exact same person in both appearance and personality, and it is not only you that seems to have been duplicated...
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"content": "The four of us are sitting around the kitchen table in our flat. There's myself, Johnny; my girlfriend Tarah; another identical me; and another identical Tarah. We've calmed down after the initial discovery, and now we're eating cold cereal in silence, waiting for the coffee pot to warm up. Well, 'calmed down' probably isn't the right word. Maybe 'pretending it's not real'.\n\n No one's really sure what to do now, but we definitely agree it's the sort of thing that should get handled after we have some coffee. For one thing, the rental agreement doesn't cover two extra people showing up overnight. Not to mention the metaphysical questions. We don't even know who the originals are. We have the same dirt under our fingernails from work yesterday, and we're wearing the same ratty old t-shirt I went to sleep in. (He went to sleep in? I kind of hope I'm the original). \n\nThe coffee pot beeps. Me and... The Other Johnny... stand up at the same time to get it. We each make identical 'go ahead' gestures to the other one. We chuckle, in perfect unison. I don't like that. He's closer to the coffee pot, so he says,\n \"I got the coffee, would you get out mugs?\" \n\nWe have a few extra mugs, for guests. Problem is, there's only one of Tarah's favorite mug. I look at it, not fully awake, or wanting to acknowledge the problem. The Tarah I woke up spooning says, 'babe?'\nI turn to her and announce, \"bad news, Tarah. Uh, Tarahs. We only have one of your boat mug.\"\n\nThe Tarahs look at each other. They both smile and say to each other, \"Go ahead, you take it.\" They both laugh, and I'm reminded, in stereo, of why I fell in love with her. I'm standing there holding her mug, when the one nearer to me reaches out and takes it from me. She sets it between them. The Tarah across the table from me says, \"Ah, thank you! But go ahead, you can use it. You're a guest? Or, you're the owner of it, or something? Maybe? I don't know.\"\n\nOther Me pours coffee for everyone. his shirt lifts up as he raises the coffee pot, and my eyes catch on the scar just above his hip. It's the same one I have. I don't know why I'm surprised. My eyes follow it until he lowers his arms, and the shirt covers it again. I catch the nearer Tarah watching him the same way I am. We both smile.\n\nOnce we finish our cereal, and we're all starting to really wake up when I say, \"So, what are the chances this is just a bad dream?\"\n\nNearer Tarah (I'll call her Tarah 1) says, \"I don't know if it's a *bad* one, but this has to be a dream, right?\"\n\nThe Tarah across the table (Tarah 2) says, \"people don't just, what, do mitosis overnight? This has to be a dream.\"\n\nOther Me, \"I dunno. That coffee's pretty hot. If this was a dream, I think I'd have woken up already.\"\n\nTarah 2 says, \"Well, hmm. If this isn't a dream, should we be leaving for work soon?\"\n\nI say, \"I dunno about you, but if two of *me* show up to work, I'm gonna get some funny questions.\"\n\nTarah 1 chuckles awkwardly, \"So, should we call in sick? this has to count as a family emergency or something, right?\"\n\nTarah 2 says, \"I think we should call in sick.\"\n\nOther me says, \"So you don't think this is a dream, either?\"\n\nTarah 1 says, \"usually my dreams are much weirder than this.\"\n\nI say, \"weirder than two extra copies of us showing up in our bed overnight?\"\n\nTarah 1 looks at the other two. She takes a moment to compose herself and says, \"Fuck it. You doppelgangers seem like nice enough people.\" She gestures at Tarah 2 and I, then hesitates, \"These last few years have been crazy. Just one more thing not making sense on top of everything else, am I right?\" Tarah 2 laughs bleakly. \n\nOther Me says, \"Wait, hold on. You think *those two* are the doppelgangers?\" \n\nI protest, \"Wait! I'm a real boy!\"\n\nTarah 1 says, puzzled, \"so, uh, who do you think are the doppelgangers?\"\n\nTarah 2 says, \"...You two woke up spooning each other, just like how we fell asleep. It's gotta be you two,\" She points at Tarah 1 and I.\n\nOther Me says, \"Do you think there's a chance that, like, none of us is the original?\"\n\nI chime in, \"One of you Tarahs mentioned mitosis earlier. Maybe we're each made of half of the original?\"\n\nOther Me says, \"Yeah, Wait, Tarah, you didn't really think you were a duplicate, did you?\"\n\nTarah 2 says, \"I kinda don't wanna think about it,\"\n\nTarah 1 says, \"Yeah.\"\n\nI grab Tarah 1's hand under the table, \"babe, please don't worry. I'm sure we'll figure this out.\"\n\nTarah 1 says, \"Okay, now we really do need to call in.\"\n\n---\n\nA little later, I'm fielding some E-mails on the couch. (Turns out you still get Urgent Work Emails when you're stuck in some kind of existential magical realism scenario) when one of the Tarahs leans over the back of it and says, \"When you're done with that, I've got an idea.\"\n\nI close the laptop and turn to face her, \"I was just finishing. What's up?\"\n\nShe says, \"So I was thinking...\" She gets a mischevious twinkle in her eye, \"You know how I'd mentioned I wanted to do a threesome?\" \n\nI look at her. I'm not sure what emotion is playing across my face, \"...Why bring this up now?\" \nShe playfully bops me on the forehead, \"You were so worried about whether a threesome counted as cheating, but now's our chance! There's two of me, and two of you! We could do a foursome without recruiting anyone else!\"\n\nThat gives me pause. I had been thinking about this in terms of the teleporter problem and the ship of theseus, but Tarah had skipped right over that. \"Hmm,\" I delay, the wheels in my head jumping onto a totally new track, \"...are the other two are cool with it?\" \n\nShe laughs, \"They're us, silly! I talked to Tarah and she said she was gonna ask the other Johnny the same question!\" \n\nAn idea forms. I say, half joking, and half dreading the answer \"You're not secretly a witch are you? Is all this your doing?\"\n\nTarah looks at me, face blank in confusion. \"What? No! No.\" She's a *very* bad liar. She was absolutely not expecting that question. I don't believe in magic(okay, as of yesterday I didn't believe in magic, but, you know, things are happening). I'm kind of relieved she's not a secret witch, but I'm also a little disappointed that she's not about to explain what's going on.\n\nThe other Tarah pokes her head the door, \"Are you two ready?\"\n\nTarah laughs, \"For sure!\" I realize I've been thinking of the one in the living room with me as \"my\" Tarah, but I don't actually know which one is which."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thanks to a hypnotic suggestion from her BFF, she gets an intense craving for cum whenever anyone says the word "treat". She'd complain, if it didn't make her so horny, and if swallowing cum didn't now cause her to orgasm on the spot...
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"content": "It had been such a fantastic week since the Bachelorette Party - Alice hadn't thought New York would be so fun! Of course, she wasn't the only one who thought so. David was having the time of his *life.* Since the Party, things had just been so *saucy.* Amanda was the bride-to-be, her best friend since high school's early days. Now, eight years later, the duo was finishing up their four-years right on time and were planning to marry their long-time boyfriends. \"Idyllic\" was a fair description! Of course, David was all the more eager to get married with what had happened this week.\n\nIt had started at a local coffee shop the day after the party - a cat cafe, in truth. They'd stopped in because Amanda had been so adamant about what she'd read.\n\n\"It's such a fantastic time - apparently, you can order some of the best drinks in New York, have great quiche, and give the cats free *treats.*\" \n\nSomething about the word had hit Alice like a truck. Her belly tightened, her mouth watered, and deep in her mind, a thought, no, a *feeling* echoed: cum tastes great. She could really go for some. It sure is a shame there isn't some in her mouth right now. Wouldn't it be nice to swallow some? It would be. Always.\n\nAlice must've looked a humorous sight, her pale cheeks a sudden red, a well-manicured hand going to rub at her messy golden hair. Lucky for her, after about an hour at the cafe, Amanda had to hurry off. Alice had *sprinted* to the suite in her low heels, dragging David to the bed to suck his cock like she rarely had dreamed of before. She didn't mind so much - he was a touch too well-endowed, such that it hurt her jaw, but she liked to reward him and he was always clean. After she'd made sure to swallow every rope, she'd let him carry on. Of course, it helped that she came as hard as she ever had before. She was a quivering mess for a minute straight!\n\nThe second day was much the same. A pleasant morning with Amanda, culminating in a trip to a candy store. They'd gone through, Alice's cheeks a touch hot from the memory of her last \"treat.\" Actually looking at the treats, however, hadn't bothered her. In truth, she'd forgotten about it by the end. It was only when they were departing that the cashier gave a chipper, \"Enjoy your treats, girls!\"\n\nLuckily, the meticulous Amanda had perfectly planned to attend something private with her mother. Alice sprinted back again, nearly tripping and breaking the heels from yesterday in the process. David was in the shower, a touch hungover from the night before. After Alice disrobed and climbed in after him and spent the next few minutes gagging on his cock and brought herself to a squealing orgasm after she swallowed, his symptoms were considerably lessened. \n\nThe two days after mirrored much the same. At some point, she would hear the word \"treat,\" be overcome by the need for cum, hurry back for some straight from her fiance, cum as hard as *she* ever had, and then bask in the glow for the better part of an afternoon. It was only on Friday, two days before the wedding, that she'd solved it - it was also when she began to feel *conditioned.*\n\nShe'd met Amanda at a bar and caught herself doing it. She looked at the menu and saw \"Simple Desserts.\" Desserts were sweet - sweet treats - treats - cum - horny. Within five minutes of walking through the door, her thighs were rubbing together. It was far from the intense, overriding urge to suck cock that she'd felt before, but it was *there.* It was like a powder keg, waiting for a spark. Amanda had seemed to notice, and seemed troubled by it. It was never addressed, though. It wasn't until Amanda went to the bathroom that a situation arose.\n\nAlice had been gathering her purse, preparing to follow, when some guy she'd never seen approached. He was tall, muscular, seemed to think of himself as a tough guy but probably worked for some Manhattan firm, she reasoned.\n\n\"Hey girl, how are you?\"\n\n\"G- Go away,\" Alice said simply, eagerly, blushing all the further. \"I- I have a boyfriend!\" Her azure eyes were wide, almost wild.\n\nThe man recoiled back, his hands lifted. \"Jesus, okay, okay! Aren't you a fuckin' *treat.*\" Without delay, he turned to take his leave - at hearing a sound, however, he paused.\n\n\"Oh, *fuck,* please,\" Alice all but whined, her back arched and hips rotated in such a way that it might press her against the barstool.\n\nThe man turned back around, looking to her in bewilderment. Her fair skin blazed from her freckled cheekbones to her cleavage-heavy bust, displayed in a low-cut top. She stared at him with half-closed eyes, jaw hanging open. She was *so* close to drooling.\n\n\"You okay, girl?\" The man asked, stepping closer with sincere concern. \"I- I can call the bartender if you think you got--\"\n\n\"What am I?\" The woman asked. He stared at her, dumbfounded. \"S- Say what I am again! You said it!\"\n\n\"A... *treat?\"* The second the word transited from his lips to her ears, she whimpered and quivered. Her hips ground against the stool. \n\n\"Take- take me to the bathrooms!\" She all but threw herself at him, wrapping her thin arms around him. He did just that, suspecting it was a weird illness but *hoping* that all of those signs she'd been sending him were true.\n\nHe carried her into the men's room and set her in an empty stall. It was nice, over all - cleanly, owing to the early hour. The walls were lined with graffiti like only the best of Friday dens were. Just when he aimed to leave, Alice hooked two fingers in his waistband.\n\n\"Lemme suck your cock,\" She breathed desperately, yanking him closer. \"P- Please let me!\" \n\nFortifying his lust with the rationale of \"better me than someone else,\" The man stepped back in and closed the door behind him. He unzipped his dark jeans, and she unbuttoned him. In an instant, his semi-stiff cock was out. She was stroking it wildly - he wasn't quite as large as her boyfriend, but he was *here,* and she'd never been a size queen. She introduced herself with a pair of kisses and careful licks, coaxing it to life.\n\n\"C'mon, baby,\" She breathed against his flesh, \"I want your cum...\"\n\nAn urgent hand set upon his balls, gently lifting and dropping them to better tease him. Her tongue swirled around the crown, against the man's foreskin. Her eyes rarely met his, more interested in the attention of his shaft. When he reached for her straight, golden hair, loose about her shoulders, she had shrugged him off. When he did it again, she didn't bother to resist. He gently rocked his hips against her mouth. She braced her hands against his hips, allowing for greater balance. The man slowly took to all but fucking her face, his balls bouncing on her chin while she moaned helplessly against his flesh. It wasn't long - she could actually tell, now. Her mouth had filled with precum, his balls were growing tight. Alice sucked with earnest, back arched in a way that provided a better view of the deep cleavage in her dress. She moaned and whimpered against him desperately, begging for his seed in the only way she could. \n\nMoments later, her wish was granted - almost. He came, firing a thick, hot rope right into her belly. Then, while she was quivering with the start of her orgasm, he *pulled out.* Her face and tits would be covered in the white, musky fluid, much to her horror. Of course, she couldn't acknowledge her mess - or her infidelity - until the first orgasm ended. \n\n\"Oh, no no no,\" She whined, looking to her cleavage. There was *so much*. Had David ever given her so much? Immediately, she dabbed a finger to take some into her mouth. Another toe-curling orgasm. Another dab, another lick, another orgasm. The man watched with equal parts glee and shock. \n\n\"You are one dirty bitch,\" He chuckled, lewd thought washing over his features. \"Actually, I've got an idea...\"\n\n>!Going to write a little more - this could be something I write more of later!!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Mega girl is a superhero who closely guards what the secret to her power is. However one day, while pulling on her skintight outfit in an alley you catch a glimpse of her inserting two glowing phallic objects inside her ass and pussy. She spots you, and you both share an awkward stare.
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"content": "This was actually very fun to write. I sort of got carried away in the story so there isn’t as much sexual content if that’s what you preferred. I hope you enjoy it either way! \n\nPart 1/3\n\nWell today was.. I don’t even know. I definitely saw something I shouldn’t have. I don’t necessarily know where to even start, so I’ll just say it. I just came across Mega-Girl, and not in the “superhero saves the day” way, more like a “I walked in on something I wasn’t meant to see” sorta way.\n\nI just got out of work from my night shift at my janitorial job in this high-tech research center I recently got in the middle of the city, you know the one with the golden saturn statue? Anyways, the sun wasn’t even up yet. The neon street lights were starting to hurt my eyes after hours of walking through bright shiny fluorescent hallways, so I decided to take a shortcut that’s a little dark and easier on the eyes, unfortunately it was in an alleyway.\n\nConsidering I live in Prince City, walking in the sketchiest part of it, I was on edge. The chances of you getting mugged was common, and contrary to popular belief, the hero stopping a random mugging isn’t as common as you think it is. I quickly and quietly sneaked my way through the dark alleyway until I turned a corner and saw.. her.\n\nAt first I thought it was just some random person until I noticed that she was naked and still undressing from her clothes and in her underwear now. My face felt warm and probably took a deep shade of red, I stood frozen barely against the corner. She was beautiful. Her hair was either brunette or black but it was hard to tell in the dark morning. I could tell it was braided very well. Her physique was athletic and curvy. It was almost like looking at a model. I almost forgot that we were in an alleyway.\n\nShe seemed to be completely distracted as she suddenly pulled down her panties before reaching into a bag that must’ve been on the ground. I saw this woman pull out a.. Well, I didn’t want to *immediately* assume what it was but it looked pretty obvious. It was almost metallic or rubber, and then she turned on. The object buzzed to life and glowed, the object itself was purple and had glowing segments of bright cyan. It looked incredibly familiar though which I thought was weird.\n\nI kept watching her, which I shouldn’t have done, but once I saw her insert the large dildo in her pussy, it was impossible to look away. The technological glow of the device was faintly seen even while it was inside her. She seemed to shudder and I heard the faint echo of a suppressed moan. I looked down and felt my pants bulging. When I looked back up, she must have went to grab another one as she was bent over. Her curvy body was beautifully exposed. She stood back up with another smaller dildo in her left hand and what I could only guess was lube in the other. She was going to stick that second one in her ass.\n\nI watched as she bent over again putting her foot on something to spread herself open more. Then she quickly opened the bottle and stroked the dildo with the lube. She turned it on and it hummed with a bright glow. She expertly but cautiously inserted it into herself as she put her free hand over her mouth, trying her hardest not to moan. The erection in my pants was starting to ache to be touched. My hand held my crotch, rubbing through the thick layer of denim jeans to find some relief as my breathing picked up. After a couple seconds, the device was placed firmly inside. But then what I saw next was even more crazy than what I just witnessed.\n\nShe grabbed another thing out of her bag.. and I saw the suit. The purple and cyan colors were immediately recognizable. Along with the large symbol built on it. I suddenly realized why those dildos looked familiar. Unfortunately I did the stupidest thing there is and I gasped once I realized who she was. “Mega-Girl.” The near silent words echoed through the alleyway. We both froze still, she was looking at me like a deer in the headlights, and I most likely had the same look but with my mouth wide open in absolutely awed starstruck. I saw her face clear as day, even in the now quickly approaching dawn. I finally gained my senses and ran the other way from where I came from. I didn’t stop running and decided to take the long way home."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: With this human prisoner stripped and bound, you can really come to appreciate her species... Fairer points.
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"content": "probing the prisoner\n\nUrik was sick and tired of dealing with humans. His orcish tribe had been defending their territory from them for generations. He found them entirely too small and soft. So they wore these stinking metal shells to compensate.\n\nA group of these metal murderers had come sneaking into the black forest hoping to make it to the main camp, but they were easily found and stopped. One was trapped under it's comrades' metal clad corpses. Urik captured it and decided he would deliver it bound and harmless to the chieftain. \n\nThe rest of his group was unwilling to wait for him to prepare his prize before returning, leaving Urik to bind and strip his prisoner by himself. After he removed the metal armor he found a layer of cloth that was soaked in sweat. He then cut off the clothes on the now struggling human and stepped back to look at his first naked human.\n\nUrik was struck when he realized this must be one of their female's. He admired Orcish women for being smaller and softer but this creature was possibly the smallest and softest thing on two legs. Despite its ropes it moved with a grace that intrigued the young Orc.\n\nHe led her to the stream and began to take his clothes off. Urik was not about to present a smelly human to his chieftain. The human screamed against its gag but once she saw Urik's penis all she could do was stare. He was embarrassed for a moment since he was known for having a smaller penis than most orcs but he decided he wasn't going to care what this prisoner thought.\n\nHe dragged her into the stream and began washing her off. Urik held her close to properly scrub the grime off. Soon she started to press her body back into his. Urik's cock was reacting to her movements. She began to moan and groan.\n\nUrik brought her to the riverside when he could no longer concentrate on cleaning her. She was frantically motioning at her gag. Curious Urik took it off. Once her mouth was free she took his cock into her mouth. Both bound hands cradled his shaft as she tried to get what she could down her throat.\n\nHis fingers carefully slid through her wet blonde hair. Urik grunted as she worked the shaft. Orc women never do this. This was his first ever blowjob, but what he really wanted was to test that pink pussy.\n\nIt was a real test of his will power to pull her off. She had a surprised look on her face when he flipped her on her back. Her tits jiggled as she hit the ground. Urik stared into her large blue eyes as he lowered himself to the ground. She licked her lips as his cock pressed at the entrance.\n\n\"Yes. Yes! Do it you dirty Orc!\" The soft warrior screamed in her fancy human tongue. Urik couldn't understand it but he got the gist. She screamed as his dick slid in. He was small for an Orc but her human pussy could barely handle it. \n\nAfter a while she started to buck her hips into him. \"Ugh. Fuck me harder!\" The shout came from the sweet mouth that was just around his cock.\n\nThey continued rutting on the grass like animals until she began to shake. He pussy tightened on his shaft until Urik couldn't handle it any longer. He started to come inside her. \n\nUrik finally pulled out. He looked down at her pink battered pussy as his cum leaked out. At that moment he knew the chieftain would appreciate this tight little gift. He dragged her back to the river to clean her once again.\n\nHe didn't make it back to the village until after dark thanks to the naked warrior begging for more. Urik fucked her twice more. The last time he slid into her asshole and as she chanted in her strange human tongue. \"No, not there! No, not there! No, not there!\" He thought it might be an appeal to the gods like their women do, but of course she should appeal to the gods while he honored her this way. She started to buck back as she got used to this.\n\nHe made sure to enjoy her while he could because once he handed her over he knew the woman would be very busy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After tapping into the magic inherent in her demonic heritage, a tiefling is only now learning that her ancestor was a succubus, and her new, growing, *urges* are starting to change the party dynamic...
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"content": "\"Are you sure? This place ain't cheap, Val.\" a man in brown leather adventuring gear and a Tiefling woman bicker outside a white stone inn, as a tired looking Half-orc and human woman look on.\n\n\"Yes, I'm sure! I'll pay out of my own pocket so quit crying Maurice!\" Val, the Tiefling woman hisses, her impatience wearing thin the more he questions her. Maurice sighs and looks to the others for help. The second woman, standing against the stone as she smokes a cigarette just shrugs. If the Half-orc has any thoughts on the matter, he doesn't reveal them.\n\nMaurice shakes his head at Val, conceding. \"Yeah alright then, do what you want Val but I don't know what's gotten into you lately. We can't keep spending all our loot on inn rooms... If there's something wrong ya gotta tell us, alright?\"\n\nVal's stance softens, she glances at the others as they nod in agreement. He's right, she can't keep this up. But for tonight she's safe. The group finally make their way inside the inn, and Val is quick to secure her own room for the night.\n\n\"Gods I'm starving!\" The Half-orc grumbles as Maurice pays for their shared room out of the party coffer. \"I'm going straight to tavern.\"\n\n\"Aye, me too.\" The human woman chimes in.\n\nIt's clear to anyone this is an amateur adventuring party passing through. The town itself seems to be a bit more well-off than their normal stopover, and the gang's patchwork adventuring gear makes them stick out a little amidst the paladins and merchants checking in. Unfortunately this was the only option before nightfall, and Val had been anxious about sleeping rough these past few weeks. The rest of the party didn't know what had gotten her and though they didn't want to press, it was starting to cause some strain.\n\nMaurice looked at Val, her expression growing more uncomfortable the longer they stood around. \"Ya comin', Val?\"\n\n\"N-no... I'll retire for the night. Sorry for the fuss guys.\"\n\n\\---\n\nThe room was small fitting only a single bed and a wardrobe, but it was definitely the nicest place Val had stayed in a while. She shut the door behind her and buried her head in her hands, holding back a groan of frustration. Her breathing was heavy, and her cheeks flushed. If the others saw her like this she knew they'd mistake it for pain, but it was much more annoying than that. She quickly shut the curtain to the small window that looked into the side alley below, and immediately began stripping herself until her entire deep purple body was bare in the dimply lit room she had paid for. Her tail swayed like an agitated cat's as she looked at her reflection in a small mirror across from the window.\n\nFar more annoying than being in pain.\n\nVal fell gentle to her knees on the floor, and immediately slid a hand down between her legs. Ever since that night 3 weeks ago, something had awoken in her. A lust she couldn't control, and it was getting worse every day. She bit her lip as she ran her own fingers across her soaking crotch. She knew she couldn't keep this up, if her theory was true and she really did have Succubus blood running through her veins then it was only a matter of time before she needed to feed. But that thought could wait. Right now all that mattered was calming herself down. Her body shivered as she began rubbing her entrance, she was already ready, but she wanted a moment to enjoy the tease while she still had an ounce of control left.\n\nAnd then there was a knock at her door.\n\nFuck.\n\n\"Yes!?\" Val replies as she grabs the blanket on the bed behind her and clumsily drapes it over herself to be safe.\n\nThere's a pause before Maurice replies. \"Hey, look sorry for biting your head off a bit earlier but we really are just getting a bit worried about ya Val.\"\n\nVal holds her breath, her right hand still between her legs. She can feel her heartbeat through the drenched folds of her womanhood. The burning. \"I know.\" she replies matter-of-factly. Holding back for any longer is hell. She needs him to leave now but no more words come out. Shit. Why did she have to be cursed with this!?\n\n\"Can I come in and chat?\" His question was kind, she knew. The two had been adventuring together the longest out of the group, almost two years, and she considered Maurice a good friend by now. But what was she supposed to tell him?\n\nShe wrapped the blanket tighter around herself. But she couldn't seem to form the words she wanted. She slowly stood up and walked towards the door. It felt like her chest was about to burst, she wanted so badly to swing the door open and drag him inside.\n\n\"Maurice... I...\" she strains her words. She wants to ask him to leave but she can't, and instead she sounds pained. \"Help.\" she says quietly through the cracks of the door, and her heart drops as she realizes this is it. She can't hold off any more. She unlocks the door and Maurice comes inside.\n\n\"Dark enough in here?\" He asks jokingly as he slips into the dimly lit room with her. His expression shifts from worry to confusion as his eyes adjust he notices her clothes thrown across the floor. He's a well built man, about as tall as Val, with dark stubble and curly locks.\n\nVal drops the blanket covering her and presses her shapely body against Maurice, pinning him against the door he just came through, she looks up at him with her cat-like yellow eyes and locks the door again. Her expression is desperate, and obvious. Her tail sways back and forth behind her like a predator that's caught its prey and she grips his shirt firmly in one hand as she leans in and kisses his neck.\n\n\"Val, what the-\" Maurice mumbles in shock as she tastes him.\n\n\"This is why I've been hiding.\" she pants, her hunger rapidly increasing. \"Please.\" she whispers as her free hand slides down his firm chest to the bulge growing between his legs. He quickly inhales and holds his breath, stiffening at her touch. She locks eyes with him asking permission, *begging*. Neither of them are speaking now, and Maurice leans closer. It feels as though time has stopped as they slowly move their lips closer together into a sudden passionate kiss. Val's long Tiefling tongue wraps around Maurice's as he lets out a soft whimper. Suddenly all that pent up lust she'd been bottling up for the past 3 weeks is allowed to flow free, and it's taken full control of her.\n\nShe quickly unbuckles his belt and strips his lower half bare as she drags him to small bed in the corner. He falls to his back obediently, his cock fully erect for her. She shudders and climbs ontop of him.\n\n\"W-woah, okay.\" Maurice awkwardly mutters. \"This is going really fast Val.\" he says in awe.\n\nVal slides his cock easily and quickly inside her dripping wet hole. Maurice lets out a moan, but you'd be forgiven for missing it over the sound of Val's long groan of relief and excitement. Three weeks of torture has left her very impatient. She wastes no time, raising her hips and firmly planting them back down, she takes his full length with each movement. His cock feels thick inside her, filling her throbbing walls with great force each time she engulfs him. He grips her thighs as she bounces more and more, and the bed creaks beneath them with each thrust.\n\n\"F-fuck\" Maurice moans, thrusting up now in time with her bouncing. He watches her well-endowed chest rise and fall each time and feels his mind blank. He had no idea what was happening but he wasn't about to let her do all the work. He grips her thighs firmly and pulls himself up so she's sitting ontop of him, his legs hanging off the side of the bed now. After years of adventuring he's got enough muscle to move her easily. She stares longily at him, grinding her hips against his as he moves her again. \n\nHe laughs. \"Hold on, will ya?\" and then flips her onto her back on the bed. Maurice is now standing above her beside the bed and lifts one of her legs up over his shoulder. He smirks, watching her writhe impatiently beneath her like a caught snake. \"Moan for me, Val. I'm gonna fuck you mental.\" he lifts the other leg now too her hole completely his for the taking, and he thrusts his hard cock inside her at a speed she didn't think possible. She lets out a loud yelping moan as he grips her hair firmly, but gently, in his left hand. \"That's it.\" he pants, thrusting in and out of her dripping wet pussy. \"Louder, Val.\" \n\nVal grips the sheets beneath her with one arm, and uses the other to hold herself in place as his thrusts force her against the wall. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh gets louder, faster, and wetter. Their groans the only thing breaking the rhythm of their flesh. \n\n\"Y-yes!\" Val moans as her body starts to climax, and then she feels it. Maurice's body twitches as his hot seed explodes inside Val, and she quickly wraps her legs around his neck so he doesn't move out. This is it. This is what she's been craving this whole time and it feels fucking amazing. Val lets out a long exhausted groan. It's unlike any sex she ever had before her awakening, as his seed spreads through her she can feel ever drop. And every drop feels like pure ecstasy.\n\nAnd then as quickly as they started it's over. Val collapses into Maurice's arms panting, and quietly groaning in pleasure.\n\n\"Gods, who knew you were just hiding you were horny, Val.\" Maurice offers an exhausted but reassuring laugh. He knows that wasn't ordinary sex, but that conversation can wait. He looks down at Val who was starting to wake up again. She licked her lips and started taking off the shirt they'd left on in their haste. Looks like it's going to be a long night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's hard to say whether the dragon is a pet or a roommate. Either way, he's still a close friend. When he starts to have urges for the first time, you offer to help him in any way you can. Or, at least, any way a young man like you can.
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"content": "“It happens one every century,” Lyle told James. \n\n“Not exactly a big deal” is what Lyle first said. \n\n“Dragons need to breed too”.\n\nExcept, there were no dragons in the city, or at least none that Lyle knew. \n\nThey had been roommates for a year. James responded to Lyle’s add on the city’s notice board “300-year old bachelor dragon seeking a male roommate, all species welcome”. He didn’t mind dragons and, hey, he couldn’t say no to cheap rent. Rooming with Lyle was a no brainer. \n\nLyle was the first dragon James met. When he first appeared, he was hulking - bigger than the house they would be sharing. He was all taught muscle and shining black scales. Of course, Lyle could shrink himself, turning into something more humanoid. He had sweeping dark hair, penetrating purple eyes, and a large set of black horns. Akin to having big balls is what Lyle told James. Lyle was a fu head taller than James, and James was a full head taller than most people. He worse dark capes that just barely revealed speckles of dark scales. It reminded him of cheat hair. He never saw Lyle naked, but he’d heard rumours that dragons were… endowed. Though people also say they seldom use their massive cocks. \n\nJames was shocked one day when he caught Lyle pleasuring himself. He saw the man from behind, in nothing but a tight loincloth. His ass was pale and tightly muscles, scales shone across his cheeks in the light. \n\nJames could feel his cock stirring in his pants suddenly. He made a small noise to catch the dragons attention. Lyle quickly spun his head around looking embarrassed. \n\n“I-I’m so sorry. I don’t do this often, it’s just… I haven’t had much relief”. He sighed, his back still facing James. \n\nJames smiled. “You know, you could ask for help”.\n\nSuddenly, Lyle was facing him. His cock hung from the side of his loincloth, dark scales exposed across his pubic area. His cock was massive, precum oozed from beneath Lyle’s giant foreskin, dropping to the floor. \n\nJames is on his knees as the dragon begins to ram its cock down his throat. Lyle places his hands on hips, pushes his great member forward and moans. He needs this. \n\nJames removes Lyle’s cock from his mouth, pulling back his foreskin to reveal his large plum coloured glans. His penis bounced in a steady rhythm as blood rushed in anticipation.\n\nJames ran his tongue down Lyle’s cock, savouring every engorged vein as he made his way down to the dragons massive testicles. Although he could only fit one in his mouth at a time - the were large as eggs - Lyle enjoyed it.\n\nAfter some time, Lyle grabbed James by his wrists and pinned him to the wall. \n\n“I need to cum in you” said the dragon. James nodded eagerly, taking the giant member into his mouth.\n\n“Fuuuuuck” Lyle moaned, developing a steady rhythm. With every thrust into James’ mouth, his balls slap against his face, creating heavy ropes of spit each time he withdraws. \n\nSuddenly, Lyle’s cock begins to convulse, jumping inside of his mouth with every steady stream of cum. By the time Lyle’s done, cum drips from James mouth, onto his chin and favourite red shirt. \n\n“We need to do that again” Lyle says with a smile."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone was supposed to bring something to contribute to the trip, snacks, entertainment, etc. Her friends thought they'd misheard her, when it sounded like she said sex... But no, that's what she said!
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"content": "**Trip Contribution**\n-----------------------------------\n\n\"Hey Annalise, we've been meaning to talk to you about your contribution to the trip,\" Kyle said as he looked over the list on his phone. \n\n\"Gina's bringing the booze, Darryl's bringing the 5-person tent and grilling supplies, Fred's bringing food and boardgames, and I'll be driving my SUV and paying for gas. I just can't recall what you said you were bringing?\" \n\n\"Sex,\" Annalise curtly responded. \n\nInstantly, Kyle paused furrowing his brow. \n\n\"Are you serious? How's that a contribution?\" \n\n\"It's entertainment,\" Annalise said nonchalantly. \n\n\"Riiiiight, seriously though, what are you bringing? I fail to see the value proposition of what you're offering,\" Kyle said as he stroked his chin. \n\n\"What about if I do this,\" Annalise said as she seductively ran her fingers up Kyle's thighs until they caressed his member as her other hand ran up his back, pushing him close. \n\n\"I'd say you still haven't answered my question,\" Kyle retorted coldly. \n\n\"Come on, isn't this even a *little* fun,\" Annalise teased as she slid her fingers down Kyle's track pants. \n\n\"No and I'd really appreciate you answering my question. What are you bringing?\"\n\n\"I'm bringing this,\" Annalise said as she pulled down Kyle's track pants before stroking and sucking with vigor. \n\n\"This conversation is making me uncomfortable,\" Kyle said as he tried to push the ravenous girl off of him. \n\nStill, Annalise's tongue swirled on the tip as her hands grasped his thighs. \n\n\"Get off me. I-I'm not consenting to this!\" Kyle was awkwardly trying to pull her hands off him as she continued to dominate him, putting her years of Jiu-Jitsu skills to good use locking her arms around his legs. \n\n\"Fuck it. You're off the trip,\" Kyle said as he messaged the groupchat. \n\nAnnalise mumbled, her mouth muffled.\n\n\"What?\"\n\nAnnalise pulled her mouth off his cock as she asked, \"Are you sure that's the smartest thing to say to someone whose mouth is next to your cock?\" \n\n\"What's that supposed to mean?\"\n\nAnnalise snapped her jaw inches away from Kyle making him flinch. \n\n\"Are you threatening me?\"\n\n\"Do you think it's a threat?\" \n\n\"Yes.\"\n\nAnnalise just smiled as she said, \"So does that mean my trip Contribution is accepted?\"\n\n\"No, it doesn't and your outburst has been sent to the groupchat which you'll be promptly kicked from. Also, if you attempt to bite my dick, I must inform you that my phone-case is a stun-gun.\"\n\n\"Wait, what, you little bi-\"\n\nAnnalise was instantly zapped as she attempted to attack Kyle before he shook his head as he dialed Darryl. \n\n\"Hey man, Annalise is out of the trip and, next time, please don't invite the crazies you meet at bars on trips with us. Thanks,\" Kyle said as he hung up and left the apartment."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A busty gamer girls friends seem obsessed with her tits. Losing a game always means owing a bra flash here, or a grope there... Maybe a pic and always the possibility of even owing a titty fuck... What they don't realize is that she gets off on it even more than they do!
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"content": "It wasn't that Hayley was trying to lose, but it was getting really hard to focus at this point. She was in sixth place in the race overall and kept yelling at Jordan every time he made her miss a power slide or fail to pick up a boost. It was just so hard to focus when he would roll her nipples in his fingers like that. She let out an embarrassing moan as he did it again. She lost another spot in the race! Tossing the controller down in disgust she leaned back and sighed.\n\n\"You might as well enjoy it until the next race,\" Hayley griped and glanced up at a grinning Jordan who was standing behind the couch and fondling his friend's tits. \"You made me lose so Casey is going to have her turn with my boobs. I don't get why you guys are so obsessed?\"\n\nWithout looking back at her friend Casey blasted the computer opponent in front of her out of first place and slid into the lead. Of the four friends playing she was definitely going to win, it really was just a competition to see if the bots could make her place second. Casey giggled and answered the question.\n\n\"It's because your tits are huge!\" Casey said rolling over on the floor as she finished and her racer took a victory lap. Casey stared back at Hayley on the couch and from her angle could barely see her friend's face.\n\nWhile Casey was no slouch in the breast department, her D cups edging on doubles did not hold a candle to the heavy pair of jugs that hung from Hayley's naturally well-developed chest. In high school, the boys had hounded Hayley because of her double E tits and they hadn't stopped growing in college. Now Casey knew her friend and roommate custom ordered double J cup bras and had to catch her breath every time she \"accidentally\" caught Hayley getting out of the shower.\n\n\"I mean, look at them!\" Casey said as she got up and sat next to Hayley. She slid a hand under one of them and squeezed the heavy pendulous flesh. It was soft and warm and Casey couldn't help imagining falling asleep with her head resting on these warm pillows of flesh. \"You've got the best tits around!\"\n\n\"Yeah so,\" Hayley said faking indifference, instead her body felt flushed with heat. She was glad the blush in her cheeks could be misconstrued as embarrassment but she loved hearing how amazing others thought her tits were. \"I mean size isn't everything, you've got nice tits too.\"\n\nThat made Casey pause, for as much as she gushed about Hayley's chest when it came to her own she was more reserved. She stammered for a moment and then shook her head.\n\n\"Quit changing the subject,\" Casey pouted even as Hayley grinned at her flustered state. \"Now pop those tits out, you owe me a pic!\"\n\n\"Fine,\" Hayley sighed and glanced up at Jordon, and smirked. \"Your prize is over, you're lucky I let you play with them this long. I wouldn't have lost the last game if you hadn't been pinching my nipples so hard.\"\n\nIt was a lie of course and Jordan faked that he was offended. Still, Hayley wasn't going to admit that she adored the way he handled her sensitive tits. Her thick nipples always felt so good as he toyed with them in the rough fingers of his large strong hands. Still, he pulled his hands from her top and hopped over the couch picking up Casey's discarded controller to join Barry and Mikey in a practice match as the two girls settled Hayley's debt.\n\n\"Also hun,\" Casey said as Hayley pulled her shirt down exposing the fact that she had long since lost her bra to Mikey during a round of a puzzle game they had played. \"Your tits aren't just huge, I mean look at them? The large areola with those thick suckable nipples! That smooth soft skin, with just the right amount of veins feeding those monsters of yours. People would pay good money just to see them!\"\n\n\"You think?\" Hayley squirmed, glad to have the uncomfortable topic to hide the arousal she felt from the praise. \"I don't...\"\n\n\"Fuck yes they would!\" Almost all of her friends shouted at once and she noticed the boys had paused the game to watch Casey snapping pics of Hayley's tits.\n\n\"Hey, you guys can't watch!\" Hayley objected and the boys looked away sheepishly but far too late to avoid having gotten a good eyeful. \"If you want to see my tits you have to beat me!\"\n\n\"I'm going to post these shots online,\" Casey announced and Hayley's eyes went wide in horror. \"I'll crop out your face. I can even edit out the locks of your hair that fall in the shot if you don't want them to know you're a brunette. If it gets... what 5k likes will you admit people would pay to see your tits.\"\n\n\"I guess,\" Hayley grumbled, barely able to contain how horny it was thinking about over five thousand people ogling her breasts.\n\n\"Hey, what if I want a tit fuck?\" Jordan said looking back at Hayley as she watched her short-haired blonde friend posting the pics. \n\n\"You have to beat me two out of three on Call to Arms, Destroyka map,\" Hayley said and then glanced at Jordan who was still grinning. \"And be the top scorer in both rounds.\"\n\nHayley knew Barry and Mikey would likely throw the match so Jordan could win. They thought she didn't realize that. But they didn't realize that as she fucked herself silly with her toys tonight she'd be remembering Jordan's thick cock fucking her fat tits and she would cum like crazy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) Having your mom walk in on you while your cumming balls deep in your girlfriends pussy is bad enough. Having your mom tell you that’s actually your long lost older sister…is slightly worse.
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"content": "Reunions\n\n\n\"Oh my god. Sasha!\" I cried out as my girlfriend's shapely ass bounced off my hips. Giving the meat of her ass a playful slap made her pussy grip my cock even harder. \n\n\n\"Stop fucking around and give it to me, Billy!\" Sasha shouted her command at the door and her golden ponytail waved side to side in front of me. She let out an audible gasp as I reached out and grasped that ponytail. I picked up my pace and her moans filled the room.\n\n\nJust as I felt the semen bubble up from my balls the door swung open violently and I came eye to eye with my mom, but I just couldn't help it. At that moment I thought I would never be as embarrassed as I was cumming directly into my new girlfriend's hot wet pussy while gazing into my mom's angry face, but it was a reflex I just couldn't let go of Sasha's hips.\n\n\nThen Mom's eyes turned down and her expression slid from anger to surprise. \"Sasha?\" \n\n\nMy spent dick quickly shrunk in the presence of my angry and confused mother and fell out of my naked girlfriend. I tried to fall back and cover my dick from my mother's view. Sasha grabbed a pillow and used that to cover herself.\n\n\n\"Karen? What the fuck are you doing here?\" Sasha obviously knew my mom and sounded annoyed. Mom just stood there with the same stupid look she got when a waiter told he \"no\". Her eye glanced down at my girlfriend's fresh cream pie and it looked like she was going to cry.\n\n\n\"Mom, what the fuck are you doing?\" I asked loudly and then Sasha looked over to me with a look of surprise.\n\n\n\"Mom?\" Sasha asked before dropping her pillow and standing up straight next to my mom while completely naked. \"Honestly, Karen I didn't know.\"\n\n\n\"What the fuck is happening?\"\n\n\n\"Billy…\" My mom slowly gathered herself. \"Sasha is your half sister.\" It felt like a gut punch. I found myself blankly staring at the pussy I just finished fucking. I was noticing the cum trickling down her leg before mom's voice snapped me back to reality. \"I had her two years before I had you… just before I met your father.\"\n\n\n\"Karen…\" Sasha gently interrupted. \"If you don't mind, I think Billy and I have some things to talk about…\" \n\n\nIt was like the comment made my Mom realize we were both still naked. \"Oh, of course.\" She backed out and closed the door.\n\n\nThe moment the door closed Sasha left over to me, giving me a deep kiss. After a few moments of intense making out, I was fully hard again but confused so I pulled back. \"Whoa. You're okay with this?\" \n\n\n\"Well… you're the best dick I ever had and the thought that fucking you would make her anrgy… well that makes it that much hotter.\" Her hand slid down and encircled my cock. \"Get the fuck back inside me.\"\n\n\nI was sewing my sister to a screaming orgasim when my mom walked in the second time. She creamed at us but I ignored her and finished inside Sasha.\n\n\nIn the end we told Mom to off or we would let dad know she wasn't a virgin when they met. So now dad knows Sasha as my girlfriend and mom has to hold her tongue while she fuck like wild."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she wished that she had bigger tits and a sexier body, she didn't realize that two pixies had overheard her, or just how competitive they'd get trying to one up each other granting her wishes!
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"content": "Sparkles blew a raspberry at her coworker, a glittery cloud produced by the motion, the light sparkling in the cloud's temporary distortion of reality, like the fabric of a sweater being ever so briefly stretched. \"That was **my** wish, Fluffles! Go find your own! You **know** I'm beneath my quota this month, bitch!\", she squeaked out, the high-pitched voice easily qualifying as laughable, had human ears been able to perceive their existence.\n\nJennifer, meanwhile, stared in the mirror not too far away with eyes as wide as china plates, her jaw slightly slacked. Her breasts were - well, they weren't her breasts any longer, were they? They'd been but a pair of moderate B cups before, and yet now they protruded out of her chest like a radiant request for attention, stretching the light brown sweater-turned-crop-top. Fuck. She'd just - she just wanted to compete with Megan, who seemed to derive such immense joy from stealing every guy from Jennifer's actual and potential social vicinity.\n\nFluffles rolled her eyes dramatically, sheer purple wings vibrating behind her so fast they were reduced to a blur. \"Well *excuuuuuse me* princess, but -some- of us actually have to grant wishes when we hear them, you know? So I'm not gonna let Admin yell at me because you hogged a wish that I **clearly** heard first!\"\n\nJennifer blushed and hurried towards the bathroom door, peeking out with a bit of caution. Fuck, if anyone saw her like this, she'd *die*. She couldn't see anyone she recognized, so, with a bit of luck, that meant the coast was clear. The door creaked slightly as she abandoned the bathroom, making her way towards the exit of the library ever so slowly. She had to get home, and find a doctor or something, and - and ***something!*** She'd figure out the what later. With her arms crossed underneath her newly enhanced chest, which most definitely proved apt at stealing the attention of every male in her vicinity, she slipped out of the side entrances, too distracted to pay much mind to the fact she was now swaying her hips far more invitingly, as her rear slowly grew outwards, straining the blue denim of her pants. The door closed behind her with a gentle thud.\n\n\"You can't just one-up what I did and take the credit for yourself! You *know* they only look for the most recent adjustment made when they do their controls! I found her first, can't you just go snort some glitter or something?!\", Sparkles cried out with annoyance, fluttering invisibly behind the panicking girl whose pants seemed to approach the end of their stretchability. Thankfully, this was remedied quite rapidly, before the two continued producing complaints to one another.\n\nJennifer, meanwhile, stared wide-eyed at her former jeans, now reformed as a flirty, absolutely inappropriate skirt looking like something ripped straight out of a cheesy porn or Halloween party. Red and black plaid, and a bit of black lace at the bottom marked it as an undeniable component of the infamous 'schoolgirl' outfit - and it was only now, upon horrifyingly realizing this, that Jennifer took note of her inflated behind, beyond bubbly, managing even to make the skirt rest a little upon her wondrously smooth curves, flippy and loose enough to sway invitingly with every step she took.\n\n\"*Fuck*.\", Jennifer whispered to herself, grasping the bottom of the skirt by the lacy frills, looking about herself for a moment before attempting to pull them down - rapidly discovering that the skirt was riding her hips quite low already. What was happening?! She'd just - it couldn't be *that*, could it? A dumb wish in front of a mirror? **Shit.**\n\n\"**Now** look what you've done! She's freaking the fuck out! Did you even make the changes retroactive like they taught you at the academy?! You can't just throw out spells left and right, Sparkles continued to rant, much to the increasing annoyance of Fluffles, who was juuust about done with Sparkles' bullshit. \"Do you *ever* shut up? God, you're like listening to the overseer all over again, *do this, do that, nooo don't do that oh nooo*\", Fluffles retorted, hissing a puff of glitter towards her fellow pixie, who begun to cough, shaking a hand in front of her face to make the gaseous magic dissipate - much to the audible amusement of Fluffles, who then whizzed up real quick to flick the side of Jennifer's head.\n\nJennifer blinked, looking around herself for a moment. What had she been doing, again? She looked down upon her outfit, frowning somewhat. What on Earth had made her put on **this** top with **that** skirt? \n\n\"See? Now she's cool with it.\", Fluffles replied, grinning smugly back towards sparkles, who had now found herself struggling with a magically bound ballgag, lodged between her lips. Quite eloquently, she replied with an unwavering \"Mmmm!\", accompanied by a glare that would rank quite high on potential answers to the hypothetical 'if looks could kill'. Fluffles snickered, failing to notice how a band of swirling, glittery magic had begun to condense around her legs, suddenly materializing in full, binding her legs together whilst the sparkly material produced a myriad of tentacles, all of which begun to violate every single one of Fluffles' orifices - much to her pleasure (and dismay), by the sounds of it.\n\nJennifer sighed, holding a hand up to her temple and focusing for a moment. Fuck, shit - did she leave the library without even getting the book she'd gone there to get? God, she could be such an airhead sometimes. She glanced around for a moment. People were staring - some discreetly, others shamelessly. She pressed her legs a little more tightly against one another for a moment, feeling a flare of heat rise between them at the idea. It wasn't for no reason she'd put on this skirt this morning. \n\nDespite fluttering in place with a large ball of rubber lodged in her maw, Sparkles looked smugly upon Fluffles as her holes were so violently ravaged, turning her attention back to the absolute mess of a woman they'd ended up making. \"Admin is gonna have my ass for this...\", she groaned. Or, rather, it's what she would've said, had she been able to utter anything more intelligible than the incoherent string of m's that were practically dripping from the space between her lips and the gag. She cast another sparkle of magic towards Fluffles, making the tentacles ease up a bit, instead moving to wrap themselves around the woman before the coiled pixie found the material around her fusing together into a full bodysuit, covering her up to her neck - and as soon as Fluffles' mouth was open, she moaned out in pleasure as the suit continued to tease and torment her - but she had enough clarity to shoot another spell. She charged up all that her remaining focus could muster, before directing the puff of magic towards Sparkles, who-\n\n*Who dodged it.*\n\nThe magic continued onwards, hitting the increasingly erotic figure of Jennifer behind the two, right in the back of one of her legs. It didn't take more than a few moments before the magic took hold of the girl; her hips flared outwards, her legs growing a little longer, slimmer. But more importantly, perhaps, and vastly more noticeably, was the sudden spurt of growth beneath the heel of the woman's sneakers - a sharp point of a stiletto grew downwards, forcing her feet into an arched position as her sneakers so rapidly morphed into a pair of strappy black pumps, with a solid fourth-inch heel, and another inch of a platform beneath. A myriad of black strings emerged from beneath her feet, quickly enveloping her legs in a rising pair of fishnet stockings, held in place with a black band just underneath her skirt - though a line of bare skin could be seen between the two.\n\nFor **Jenni**, the world blurred another moment, groaning audibly as her reality shifted thanks to the retroactive magic placed on her person. As if building on the changes already made, the woman's black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, and the former light brown sweater had morphed into a crop top sporting the same schoolgirl-esque pattern as her miniskirt. Jenni bit her bottom lip, the newly materialized matte red lipstick threatening to stain her teeth as she did so. *Gawd*, *she was horny*. Her artificially enhanced E-cups seemed to have a similar effect on those around her, bulges appearing both here and there. Her bleach blonde hair swayed in tandem with the clicks and clacks of her heels, her skirt-turned-almost-a-belt making sure to show off her bubbly asscheeks with each step, alongside the glistening lust made liquid between her legs - as well as the lack of anything covering up her needy womanhood. She peered down a small, glossy red sling purse, checking if she had enough condoms for a day at uni. Thank *fuck,* she did.\n\nThe clicks of her heels became increasingly low before vanishing altogether, the nympho heading into the library she'd originally come from.\n\nMeanwhile, in a spectrum beyond that which any human could see, two pixies found themselves at the mercy of their own, increasingly erotic magic, set to violate them both until someone from Admin could come and sort this out..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two are tricked into taking love/lust potions and locked in the same room together. They know it will kick in in a few minutes, and aren't sure if they're prepared for it.
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"content": "\"It's your turn Kate,\" Jonah said.\n\nKate laughed and reached across the table to roll the dice. The number six appeared.\n\n\"Shit,\" Kate said.\n\n\"Love potion!\" her five friends cried.\n\n\"Roll! Roll! Roll!\" the group chanted.\n\nKate picked up the dice and shook it. Taking a deep breath, she tossed it. Four.\n\nHer friends screamed in delight all except one. Tim stared wide eyed at the dice and then the card in front of him bearing the number four.\n\n\"Drink! Drink! Drink!\"\n\nA small red bottle was placed in front of Kate and Tim.\n\nIf either of them refused, they lost the money they had added to the pot in the center of the table. With a shrug, Kate picked up the bottle. Wide-eyed, Tim did the same.\n\nKate counted, \"One... Two.. Three...\"\n\nThey downed the liquid.\n\n\"You know the rules,\" Steven laughed.\n\n\"Fuck you,\" Kate said and stood. She went into the bedroom followed by Tim.\n\nThey sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the clock.\n\n\"We only have to wait fifteen minutes,\" Tim said. \"It can't kick in that soon.\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" Kate said. \"Potions were never my thing.\"\n\nThey sat in silence watching the clock.\n\nKate began feeling the effects start. A familiar longing was forming in the pit of her stomach, and she began feeling warm. What she wanted right then was to have Tim hold her and cuddle her. To have him hold her. Touch her. Kiss her.\n\n\"Shit,\" Tim said and stood. He paced around the room.\n\nKate could see the bulge in his pants.\n\n\"I love you,\" Kate said. \"I mean... I've always had a crush on you. Since elementary school. Did you know I ran cross country just because you were on the team?\"\n\nTim froze. \"Really?\"\n\nShe felt her cheeks heat at the uncontrollable confession. \"Yeah.\"\n\n\"I thought you were in love with Jordan.\"\n\nKate shrugged. \"Not really. I mean, I liked him okay. But I love you.\"\n\nFrustrated, she stood up and walked to the other side of the room. \"Damn!\"\n\n\"You're so beautiful,\" Tim blurted.\n\n\"It's this stupid potion! You don't really think that.\"\n\n\"We should get married,\" Tim said. He crossed the room and knelt before her. \"Kate, will you marry me?\"\n\n\"Yes!\" she began crying in joy. \"No! No! We can't! Shit! How long does this last?\"\n\nHe scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. \"Imagine it's our honeymoon and you are now Mrs. Tim Johnson.\"\n\nKate began crying again. \"That sounds so wonderful.\"\n\nTim placed her gently on the bed and lay next to her touching her face tenderly. \"You are so amazing.\"\n\nKate blushed. \"I think that's the potion talking.\"\n\n\"Did you mean those things you said earlier,\" he asked while stroking her raven hair.\n\n\"Yes,\" she whispered.\n\n\"Do you really love me,\" he whispered.\n\n\"Yes,\" she replied.\n\n\"I love you too.\"\n\n\"Will you make love to me,\" she cooed.\n\nThey undressed hurriedly, and Tim moved atop Kate. His tall, lean body covered her petite form, and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her body was more than eager for him, and they joined easily.\n\n\"Wait,\" Tim said and started to move. \"I don't have a condom.\"\n\nKate pulled him to her. \"It doesn't matter. We're getting married.\"\n\nHe entered her completely, and Kate felt complete. Not only physically but in her heart. In a few minutes, Tim gasped, and his seed flowed into her. She shuddered and clutched him tightly wishing they could stay like this forever.\n\nAfter a few minutes, Tim moved from her and stretched out. Kate snuggled with him. Soon the effects of the potion diminished.\n\n\"We'd better get dressed,\" Tim said.\n\nKate slid from the bed and pulled her clothes on. Her mind thought over what had happened and what she had said.\n\n\"Tim... I...\"\n\nHe took her in his arms. \"I love you Kate. I meant it. I never had the nerves to tell you before.\"\n\n\"I love you too.\" She hugged him.\n\n\"Oh!\" He pulled free and fished in his pockets for his keys. He removed the keys from the ring and put them in his pocket. The key ring he slipped over her ring finger.\n\n\"Until we have a chance to buy a real one,\" he laughed.\n\nShe laughed and studied the much too large key ring encircling her small finger. \"It's perfect.\"\n\nThe door opened and Steven poked his head in. A disappointed look crossed his face when he found them standing there clothed. Obviously he had hoped to catch them in the act.\n\n\"What were you two doing,\" he asked.\n\nKate took Tim's hand and walked past Steven. With a smile, she replied \"Discussing wedding plans.\"\n\nHe blinked. \"Wait. What?\"\n\nKate held up her hand with the key ring on her finger. \"We're engaged.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A person (man or woman) moves to an island/continent where sexual pleasure is one of the societies core morals:
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"content": "Seraphina strolled down the cobbled streets of Arasteia, enjoying the pleasant breeze play across her face and chest. People of all flavors went about their day, running important errands, having delightful conversation, and partaking of each other.\n\nAnd what a lovely day it was to partake of another. Plenty were out and about with precious little on, and it was such a delightfully delicious sight.\n\n*No, focus Sera. You have to make it to the shop before noon feast or you'll never make it* she scolded herself. Last time she got distract by a beautiful couple, the whole square closed down for noon feast. She was stuck in the orgy for nearly 3 hours, only leaving once she realized how dehydrated she was. *Can't let that happen again.*\n\nAs Seraphina made her way down the street, she couldn't help but ogle some of the fine ladies and chiseled men milling about the plaza. A few broke down into some love making groups right on the street, and she was getting soaked just thinking about joining.\n\n*No, bad horny Sera. Later.*\n\nThe woman tore herself reluctantly away from the fun and back down the street.\n\n\"Sera! Why don't you join us?\" A voice called to her left. Angelios, a handsome man with a well kept beard was busy with a very curvy olive skinned woman. Oh how she longed to join them.\n\n\"I can't, errands to run before noon. But after, I promise!\" Sera called back.\n\nA mixture of disappointment and understanding colored his expression, at least until it was replaced by his O face and a low groan. The woman gasped in pleasure as they came together.\n\n\"You better be ready for more Angelios. I wouldn't want to make me unhappy if I were you,\" Seraphina smirked.\n\n\"Don't worry -woooh- I'll be good, when you return,\" he huffed.\n\nReturning to the road once more, she imagined getting absolutely bent over by that beautiful man. She imagined her husband would approve, but he sometimes got jealous over her more attractive lovers. Nothing a night of passion couldn't assuage but still.\n\nAfter 5 minutes of walking, she finally arrived. The small shop was tucked at the end of the thoroughfare by a flatbread stand. Armenos's Pleasure Shop the sign read. *Good, I made it*\n\nJust inside was a bustling toy shop with all sorts of devices and creations Armenos had invented. Near the back, she saw too customers trying out some items, Armenos standing by to answer their questions.\n\nWith a coin purse full of her day's earnings, she was giddy at picking out a new toy. *What a time to be alive,* she thought."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The ancient Elven/Orc treaty clearly states that any prisoners are to be returned UNTOUCHED. The younger generation took this as a challenge.
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"content": "The orc prince was spreadeagled, naked, strapped to an X-shaped cross in a cave. Since he was so young, less than a hundred years old, he looked like a beautiful man, not like a monster, except his body was just a bit more muscled than most human men, and his cock was bigger--especially now that it was erect and huge. His long blond hair dangled in his face, and he blushed and sweated as he panted.\n\n\"Please,\" he moaned, \"please just release one hand. That's all I need. Just one hand,\" he begged. He uselessly thrust his hips and plunged his hard cock into nothing.\n\n\"The treaty specifically allowed us to restrain you however we wanted,\" said the elf girl with a smirk. \n\n\"I could give him a hand,\" said the other elf girl, reaching for his cock.\n\n\"No, Stella,\" said the first, slapping away her hand. \"We're specifically not allowed to touch him.\"\n\n\"Not even one finger?\" said Stella, reaching with one long, slender, pale finger.\n\n\"Not even one finger,\" said the other, with a devilish smirk, \"But you're allowed to *not* touch him however you want.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" said Stella.\n\n\"You can't *touch* his cock,\" said the first, \"but you can bring your hand just--so--close--\" said the first, bringing her soft, pale hand almost to where the prince's cock had reached.\n\n\"Oh, I see,\" said Stella. \"Can we *not touch* other parts of his body, too?\"\n\n\"You can *not touch* him however you like,\" smirked the first elf girl.\n\n\"Let's see--he's got beautiful feet,\" said Stella, bringing her fingers to just a millimeter above the prince's shapely feet. She traced up his well-muscled leg, not touching his skin, as he panted and moaned.\n\n\"We can get more creative, too,\" said the first girl. \"You can *not touch* him with your boobs, for instance.\" She pulled off the flimsy gown she had been wearing. She had not been wearing a bra underneath, and her large breasts hung. \"See, if we could touch him, I could squeeze his cock between my breasts like this.\" She brought her breasts almost, but not quite, to the prince's cock, and moved her chest up and down.\n\n\"Ohh!\" said Stella, her eyes round. \"Aster, let me try.\" Aster stepped aside.\n\n\"I think we're not allowed to lick his cock, either, right?\"\n\n\"No, we're not,\" said Aster.\n\n\"So I won't lick his cock,\" she said. She poked her tongue just a little bit out of her mouth and brought it almost, but not quite, to the surface of his cock. She moved her head along the length of his long, thick, veiny cock, as if she were licking every inch of it. Her mouth was watering by the end, and as she stepped aside, she wiped her drool away.\n\nThe prince moaned. \"You don't need to lick my cock. You don't need to touch me. Just let me finish myself. Just one hand. That's all I need.\"\n\nAster smiled evilly. \"The treaty specifically says that we can restrain you however we like as long as we do not injure you and do not touch you. Are you being injured now?\"\n\n\"It hurts!\" he moaned.\n\n\"You're not being injured--and you know that we're not allowed to touch you.\"\n\n\"I wish you would touch me!\" he said. \"That wouldn't break the treaty!\"\n\n\"Elf treaties are very literal,\" said Aster. \"So even though I can get this close--\" she brought her finger almost to his lips-- \"if I went that one more millimeter, the spell would break, and our countries would be at war again.\"\n\n\"I'm the prince! Our countries don't have to be at war!\"\n\n\"You don't make the rules--and I won't touch you,\" said Aster.\n\nThe prince moaned again. His cock leaked a little pre-cum. Stella looked at it with interest.\n\n\"Are we allowed to touch his pre-cum?\" said Stella.\n\n\"Not unless we can do so without touching his skin,\" said Aster.\n\n\"If we were allowed to touch his skin, I think I would do this,\" said Stella. She made a big cylinder with her hands and surrounded the prince's cock with it, and went up and down. The prince moaned, and his cock trembled. Another drop of pre-cum oozed out, and this time it was enough to form a drop which fell off the tip of his cock. Stella moved quickly to catch it on one of her hands.\n\n\"Can I taste it?\" said Stella.\n\n\"You may,\" said Aster. Stella licked it off her hand. \"Delicious,\" she said. \n\n\"Let me taste it too,\" said Aster. She moved closer to Stella and French-kissed her, entwining their tongues. \"Delicious,\" said Aster.\n\nThe prince suddenly grunted. His cock pulsed, and ropes of sticky grey semen shot out. His semen landed on Stella and Aster's hair, faces, breasts, and torsos as he grunted. Some splattered on the cave floor. Finally, the ropes turned into drops that trickled down his cock. The prince panted and slumped in his leather restraints, and his cock began to wilt.\n\nAster and Stella looked at each other and burst out laughing. \n\n\"Orc princes are so fun to play with,\" said Stella. Still laughing and covered in orc semen, they left the cave."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Free Use Society
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"content": "Following the passing of free use laws around the country, one university has noted that free use laws will be respected on Campus, even though no one has gone 100% all the way with it, mostly sticking to preestablished relationships and couples. At least until one desperate and horny freshman takes drastic measures to stall his busty, and thicc professor from giving out an important test before spring break starts."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your friend set you up on a date with a monster that can only move when no one is looking. You both decide to have a bit of experimental fun with this
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"content": "OOC: I'm going to have fun with this one, if no one minds.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n\"D-715A. Step into the room, please.\"\n\nThe announcement made Sherry's heart jump and immediately she felt all of her muscles cramp. She was afraid, deathly afraid, and when the guards came in, Sherry almost wished they shot her instead of hauling her up to her feet and dragging her unceremoniously into the containment chamber.\n\n\"Fuck.\" Sherry said, lips trembling. \"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck....\"\n\nThe room was a simple, nondescript chamber with plain concrete walls and floor. It was empty too, except for the ugly thing standing in the corner.\n\nIt was hideous, like a clay sculpture some retarded kid would make in art class. Stumpy arms and legs, huge, malformed head, green eyes that appeared to be painted and was washing off. If Sherry didn't know what it was, she may have laughed.\n\nAs it turns out, she knew what it was. It was impossible not to know what [SCP-173](https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/revised-entry) was here.\n\n\"D-715A. Please avert your gaze and let SCP-173 come towards you.\"\n\n\"WHAT?! No! NO! FUCK YOU!\" Sherry screamed as she focused her gaze intently on the grotesque thing. She heard the stories, of other \"D-Class\" personnel being sent to clean this thing's shit, with some of them dying because some jag off in the cleanup team took a millisecond to not look at the monster. The thing could only move when nobody was looking at it, and when nobody was looking, the hideous thing moved frighteningly fast and killed everyone it found.\n\n\"D-715A. Please avert your gaze. A compound has been sprayed on the creature, which should render it harmless. Please avert your gaze.\"\n\n\"NO!\" Sherry yelled back. \"If this fucking thing's safe now, why don't one of you shits come here and close your eyes in front of it!\"\n\nShe kept her eyes glued on the statue, and using her peripheral vision, scoped out the room. It was pretty big, like a classroom, Sherry thought, and the space made her feel a little comfortable. She hoped it would be enough for her to move around when she blinked.\n\nLong moments passed and Sherry, sweating and frightened, felt her eyes begin to burn. She fought the urge to blink, though she knew she would eventually. Pressing herself to the corner of the chamber farthest from SCP-173, Sherry desperately tried to think of a plan to escape this.\n\nThen, a bead of sweat dribbled down from her forehead and flowed right into her eye. Instinctively, Sherry rubbed her eyes and blinked, and the moment she did, she felt her heart stop.\n\nA whoosh of air struck Sherry and she felt herself get dragged away. Screaming, Sherry opened her eyes, struggling to focus her vision back on the creature. When they did, Sherry saw the thing had dragged her into the center of the chamber, stumpy arms grasped around her shoulders.\n\n\"Fuck. Fuck this is it.\" Sherry said, her heartbeat pounding like a drum in her chest. She looked down, trying to find a way out without taking her gaze off the thing when she realized that the creature was grabbing her bare shoulders.\n\nLooking down, Sherry saw that her jumpsuit had been torn open, the upper portion ripped apart, exposing her breasts.\n\n\"Wha-?! What the fuck?\" She stammered. Staring down, Sherry inadvertently looked away from SCP-173 and immediately the world spun again. Sherry felt air rush around her thighs, and this time heard and felt the rough fabric of the jumpsuit tear off her body before she was suddenly flung upwards. \n\nFocusing, Sherry managed to get her sights back onto SCP-173 and to her horror, saw that the thing now held her up by her thighs. Her legs were spread wide open, and directly below her, just centimeters away from her pussy slit, was a new appendage on SCP-173 that wasn't there before.\n\nIt was the biggest, smoothest, ugliest thing Sherry had ever seen. And even then, it was unmistakably a penis.\n\n*Oh God, those motherfuckers sprayed this thing that made it horny!*\n\n\"D-715A. Please avert your gaze.\" The speakers above the chamber spoke again. \n\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nTo be continued, if people like it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Taller than the boys, and bustier then the other girls, she was self-conscious about her body despite everyone assuring her she was a knockout. It wasn't until one of her friends convinced her into a sexy cosplay that her inner exhibitionist really woke up...
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"content": "Cassie smoothed the fabric; it was considerably tighter, and lower cut, than she was accustomed to. The wig was still in place - Chole had pinned it, but apparently there was potentially gum or wax to apply? She thought the short, sideswept blonde look was kind of cute. She'd still need contacts, for the brilliant blue eyes; she glanced down at the faux leather gauntlets.\n\n\n\"It shows, like, a lot. Chloe levels. Surpassing Chloe levels,\" Cassie said. It was definitely not a big comfy sweater; it wasn't a hoodie to hide in, and the heels on the boots did nothing to hide her towering height; she felt like she'd be looking down at the tops of people's heads.\n\n\nShe heard Chloe and Sarah talking outside the bathroom, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying.\n\n\n\"This is nuts, you guys, I can't ...\", she started, when Sarah and Chloe groaned in unison, and demanded she come out and show them.\n\n\nCassie opened the door, and with the \"tunk-tunk, tunk-tunk\" of her boots, stepped out.\n\n\nShe heard Sarah gasp, and Chloe make a low murmuring sound. Both Sarah and Chloe looked stunned. Cassie glanced back and forth between the two faces; both mouths hung open - Sarah covered hers with both hands, while Chloe used the back of one.\n\n\n\"Fuck, is it ...\", Cassie started.\n\n\n\"Holy **shit**,\" Sarah answered, and Chloe nodded.\n\n\n\"Jee-sus, Cass, you're... Wow,\" Chloe said, nodding.\n\n\nCassie turned, to look in the mirror they'd set up in the living room.\n\n\nThe white costume had a sheen to it; the blue and red accents, and the bright cape, lending it a glow. The corset added - accented - her figure, giving her athletic frame an hourglass, making her square shoulders seem shapely, and supporting her bust surprisingly comfortably. (Chloe was right; a good, custom corset was worth the extra money!) The tall red boots, with heels, added shape to her legs - and curve to her thighs and butt.\n\n\nHer boobs formed a literal *shelf*, and the ample cleavage was entirely on display though the round \"boob window\" of the costume, the golden tassle only creating emphasis, and a focus that normally Cassie would have been super uncomfortable with.\n\n\nBut in the mirror, surrounded by printed comic panels that had inspired all the work? That gorgeous woman wasn't Cassie, gangly, giant, bulky, uncertain Cassie. It was strong, confident, self-assured Kara Zor-El.\n\n\nShe *was* Power Girl.\n\n\n\"Woah,\" she murmured, and Chloe burst put laughing.\n\n\n\"You're so fucking *hot*,\" whispered Sarah, as Chloe passionately nodded.\n\n\nCassie smoothed the fabric over her stomach, and hips. *She did look hot ...* \"Are you sure?\", she said. \"I don't look silly, or ... ?\"\n\n\n\"Are you *kidding* me?\", asked Chloe. The voluptuous short stack had Cassie's dream body; tiny, curvy, feminine. \"You look *so* hot. Like you could just ...\", Chloe curled her fingers into claws, \"... curl me over the arm of the couch and spank me while I shine your boots, *please*.\"\n\n\nCassie and Sarah laughed, and Sarah added, \"That's... ...a whole lot of tits.\"\n\n\nCassie glanced downwards. She definitely couldn't see her feet. She could make out a blue vein, running along her breast. \"Is it too much chest?\", she asked.\n\n\nChloe and Sarah both shook their head. \"Hell no,\" the well endowed Chloe said, leaning forward. \"Your boobs look *great*. Gonna have to deal with people staring, though.\"\n\n\nCassie stroked the costume's fabric again, and curled her fingers over the boobs. She felt like the idea of so many eyes on her should be intimidating, discouraging; she should hesitate, reconsider.\n\n\nBut ... Power Girl wouldn't. Power Girl wouldn't care if people stared ...\n\n\n\"Chloe,\" she said, giggling. \"My eyes are up here...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One of the benefits of being a telepath, you can give someone the most intense orgasm from across the room without even touching them. At least it’s making this cocktail party more interesting.
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"content": "It was a special cocktail party between a bunch of horny sexy adults who knew some shady things were about to go down. \n\nI was trailing through the top surface level thoughts of the guests making sure everyone was excited and feeling good and making notes of some of the desires for the night ahead. There were some very juicy thoughts. \n\nBut the glaring loud thought that I couldn't miss was the cute lithe girl in the slinky dress and athletic build who was slowly going frantic worrying about people noticing her lack of panties which was allowing for her dick to occasionally ruffle her dress which was exciting her making it more and more apparent. \n\nIt was becoming a cacophony that I had to do something about and I was more than pleased to help this beautiful creature. I began spinning a mental picture show to drop in her head of all the (positive) things that could happen should she get caught. Becoming the center of attention to be pleased and soothed. Maybe a casual blowjob from whoever she was crushing on (a nifty mental trick where their mind fills in the blank) while the party continues unabated. \n\nShe quickly became overwhelmed and clearly tentedly aroused. Her eyes spinning all about in concern. Time to finish her off and get the party truly started. Applying mental pressure directly on pleasure centers in her brain she let out an adorable sound almost collapsing where she stood coating the inside of her dress and drawing all eyes on her. The hostess (my wife) gave me a love tap as she gave the poor girl a hug and said she could have the dress washed but she'd be naked for the rest of the party which was surely part of the plan anyways and there were surely people who would want to help lick her clean especially with a little push from a psychic. \n\nThe party ended up being quite a success when it was all said and done"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She *may have* greatly overestimated her skills as an escape artist. Now she was going to have to "convince" one of her party guests to release her from her sexy straight jacket...
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"content": "“Double Jointed, I can get out of anything.” said Alice with a smirk while bending her wrist back. Carl wrapped his hand tightly around her wrist again. Alice snaked out of it, tucking and twisting out of his grip. Carl eyed his hand like it was faulty.\r \n“That’s why bondage doesn’t work on me. I reckon I could even get out of a straight jacket if I tried. Seen it in the movies, it doesn’t look so hard.”\r \nCarl held up his hand about to speak then thought again, reaching for the shackle Alice had wriggled out of when refusing to stop pinching his drinks. Speaking of which… she took his beer and twinked her eyes at him as she sipped it. \r \n“What… Christmas is about sharing.” she said.\r \nCarl made a dismissive gesture and lowered his hands.\r \n“No, go on, what where you going to say?” she said.\r \nCarl started gesturing, his lips miming the words silently.\r \n“I… hypothetically, if I had a straight jacket, I don’t think you could get out of it.”\r \n“You have a straight jacket?” said Alice.\r \nCarl gestured to the shackle and gave an iffy gesture with his hand.\r \n“Kind of… it’s in the kink style but it would hold you.”\r \n“I doubt it.” said Alice, hey eyes glittering at opportunity.\r \n“It would be embarrassing if you couldn’t.” he said.\r \nThere was no way she was dropping this! “I won't be embarrassed.” she teased.\r \n“You haven’t seen it.” said Carl.\r \nJohn cleared his throat, breaking into their banter. “Quit stalling, I want to see this.”\r \nThere was a grumble of agreement, Carl looked around the circle and shrugged nonchalantly, he finished his beer… well, he raised the bottle to his lips finding it to be empty and nodded for Alice to follow.\r \nJohn started to trail along with a few bystanders but Carl put up a hand.\r \n“He wants you to wait here.” Alice translated.\r \n“I got that...” said John.\r \nAlice followed Carl’s hand through the crowd of casual wear and distinctly non casual plastic toward his workspace. He nodded and she closed the door while he checked a few draws.\r \n“Last chance to back out.” he said one handedly.\r \n“Why do you have a straight jacket? Is it for you?”\r \n“It’s to stop little girls from pinching my beers.” he said while pocketting something small and unfurling the white plastic.\r \n“Seems like it would make you want to put something into a girl's mouth rather than out.” she said.\r \nCarl’s eyes flashed to hers and she faltered, feeling a blush run into her cheeks as the not unpleasant thought refused to leave her mind.\r \n“You can leave the yoga pants and top on but you will need to lose the jumper.” he said.\r \n“I don’t know, it covers the top… I could strip down to my underwear.”\r \n“I’m thinking you’re not planning to get free at all.”\r \n“I…” started Alice, suddenly silent and blushing as Carl nodded to himself. She wrinkled her nose and shed off her top after the jacket anyway causing him to wear the blush instead and turn his gaze away.\r \nCarl disconnected the leg sleeves to Alice’s disappointment, he was going easy on her. She followed his guide and slid her arms into the powdered sleeves. She didn't realise they were not open at the ends, encasing her fingers. It was fine, she could slip them over her head and wriggle free if she intended to get out.\r \nThe top hugged her shoulders and she pawed at it wanting a better look as he tightened the straps at her back. He worked slowly upward, it was like a high waisted top only it extended up her neck, growing tighter as he laced the rigid collar in place… she couldn’t slip it over her head but once her arms were free she could loosen the knot.\r \n“I feel kind of bad, you’re putting in all this work and I’m just going to slip out.”\r \nCarl smirked and silently brought her arms around to hug her back, she had seen the movies and followed his movements, familiar with how they worked. Her arms were pulled tight, lifting her breasts to strain against the plastic. Getting her arms over them would be the only roadblock. Carl stepped around and did his best to ignore her waist and accentuated figure. He smirked and brought a pair of straps over her arms, locking the sleeves to her jacket, he pulled tight, snapping the straps a notch tighter until they pulled firmly against her breasts.\r \n“Are… do all straight jackets have these?”\r \n“Losing confidence?”\r \n“No! I … I guess they leave some bits out in the movies.”\r \n“Like this?” he said, holding a buckle on a long strap in front of her. Alice looked at it confused… Did it go around her waist?\r \n“They always leave this bit out… Do you want to wear it properly or do you want me to go easy on you?”\r \nAlice levelled him with a glare.\r \nCarl slid his fingers into her waistband giving her a moment to back out but Alice wouldn’t rise to the bait and let him slide her pants down, suddenly aware he had removed her underwear too. His hand slid up between her thighs. It all came at once, she realised she was stuck and there was no way in hell she was going to be able to get free. She parted her thighs, biting her lip as he could definitely tell how much she was enjoying herself but instead of fingers she felt a thick strap pass over her sex. He fed it through the buckle and just as her disappointment came she gasped as he tightened it. He locked eyes with her and pulled it up another notch.\r \nAlice wiggled her hips enjoying the sensation, knowing that while he held the strap she was bound to him. \r \n“I… um…”\r \n“Regrets?” he said.\r \n“No… I just, can you make it a little tighter? I don’t want it to be easy.”\r \nCarl flashed her a wicked grin, holding her with his eyes as it bit into her sex. She couldn’t muffle the moan enough for him to not notice.\r \n“I don’t think you /want/ to get out.”\r \n“I can, I just…”\r \n“You look gorgeous…” he said, she fell silent as she processed the signs. “...But Christmas is about sharing.”\r \n“But it’s Novemb-”\r \nAlice started but stumbled forward, following along and suddenly exposed for all to see. Carl brought her through the party like a trophy. Her heart thundered, cheeks flushed at so many faces, her sex gnawed and whined with each step, wishing she had asked for one more notch… She fought against the sleeves but they were not going to come loose. She followed his hand and knelt at the couch in front of where he sat. She couldn’t look down in the tight collar so she closed her eyes instead, she could still feel all of their attention on her.\r \nAlice blocked out the voices, realising she was trapped for the first time. She struggled but not to get free, her hips rocked against the strap as she tugged with her arms, biting back a moan.\r \nShe blocked out the sounds but Carl’s hand signs broke through the silence.\r \n“Do you need help?”\r \nShe bit her lip and nodded. She didn’t want to be free but she couldn’t resist admitting she was helpless.\r \n“How about I offer encouragement.”\r \nCarl pulled the small plastic thing from his pocket, suddenly realising what it was, Alice arched her hips toward him. He smiled, his fingers tracing the strap down toward her hips, sliding around the side his fingers played with her sex, moving the egg from his palm to slide between her slick lips, set in place and held firm by the unbeatable plastic that pulled firmly against her. Alice whined, following his retreating fingers when vibrations started coursing through her. Eyes fluttered closed, her bitten lip no longer restraining the moans as they rolled free. She gasped and focused, finding his eyes as he pulled on her strap, holding it like a leash."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A bored husband and wife have both been secretly sexting strangers on Reddit, and the chats are a lot kinkier than the sex in their marital bedroom. Eventually they both cave in and agree to meet in a hotel room, but unbeknownst to them they've been secretly sexting each other's alt accounts
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"content": "((small change to prompt. Sorry can't help myself))\n\nThey had become slightly stale in their marriage. Only doing boring old missionary and it was now simply a daily routine. Like brushing their teeth. They decided they both were open to some new experimentation. They were each allowed to bring a new person to the bedroom. \n\nAnd so it became, they spent more breakfast on various anonymous sites looking for a more depraved match to bring in. Utilizing the power and freedom to let their most depraved hopes run free. They had agreed to not look in on what the other was doing or where they were posting. \n\nThe cat figured it out well before either of them had any chance of it, the typing and excited giggling popping back and forth like a digital game of tennis. Every morning. They were each so excited with their new secret match that they got the closest to an argument that they had ever had. They each wanted their pick to be the one brought in on the same night. But they decided it would be the most fair to have a 1 on 1 in person night first to make first introductions. Clearly not letting on where they would be making the meet. There was a temporary moment of confusing in the slower driver of the two, before the inevitable quickly came to pass after the awkward moment of reveal, they spent the rest of their night out giggling over each other's posts and getting into more detail with a new light. \n\nTheir life continued much the same but also completely different"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A new technology has been developed that can convert orgasm into electricity, humanity immediately jumped on this renewable, easy and cheap source of energy. You've just been hired as a "generator"
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"content": "My husband was absolutely against me joining Ascension Energy, but the offer was just too good. Getting paid really well just for having orgasms sure beats the hell out of any job I’ve had in the past. And besides, I get to help the environment in the process! It should have been an absolute win for everyone.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAt orientation they went over the science behind everything in some detail, but it was a bit over my head. Basically from what I understand they “tune” one of the big charging capacitors at the plant to be in quantum resonance with my nervous system. As sexual tension builds up in me, the electrical tension/voltage builds in the capacitor. When I get release, the capacitor discharges and the electrical flow gets added to the grid. I actually got to “meet” the capacitor they were tuning to me, after my orientation. I was assigned to unit #114 and it looked like a big grey steel box with huge electrical transformers on top. The thought that this giant industrial thing the size of a train locomotive was going to be intimately tied to me sexually was, well, a bit weirdly erotic in a way.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI was led to another wing of the plant where five men in lab coats met me and led me to a changing room to undress and get into a hospital gown. They then took me to another room and put me in what looked like an MRI machine and said they would start the tuning process. I watched them leave the room and head to the control room to operate the machine. The machine hummed along for almost an hour doing something that “entangled” me with unit #114. When the machine finally stopped humming I heard a voice over the intercom ask me “Do you currently feel anything unusual or arousing?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI thought about it for a bit and shouted back “No, not particularly.” I heard the machine buzz again for about a minute and then suddenly I felt it. An intense arousal like I had never felt before. I was horny as hell, to put it mildly. I heard the voice on the intercom again ask “Do you feel anything now?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Oh yeah” I shouted back, not getting into the specifics of what was actually buzzing through my mind or the physical tension causing a growing wet spot on my hospital gown.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThere was a brief pause and then I heard “If you don’t mind ma’am, if you could do a test of the power connection right now that would be really helpful.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI was a bit confused so I asked “A test? You mean you want me to like masturbate or something?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThere was another brief pause before the man on the speaker said “Yes, if you don’t mind. You could go into another room if you are concerned about privacy, but if there are any adjustments that need to be made it would be best if we monitored you in the tuning machine during the process.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI looked over at the men watching from the control room and briefly thought about finding somewhere more private, but figured if I was going through all this to get a connection, I might as well get a good connection. I let my hand find its way to my clit and I started furiously rubbing away. It didn’t take long before I was reaching the crescendo, and as I hit orgasm it was absolutely one of the most intense releases I had ever felt up to that point. I just laid there in the machine for a bit, sweaty and panting.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe voice over the intercom said “Connection tested successfully, unit #114 reached 86% capacity and a clean discharge to the grid.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI was taken out of the machine and led back to the dressing room where I could clean myself up a bit and get dressed. As I was getting dressed though I was already starting to feel the horniness again. I asked one of the men in lab coats if that was normal and he just sort of smiled and said “Yes, your body is in tune with the capacitor just as the capacitor is in tunewith you. The huge potential for electrical energy in the device is fed back to you and you experience it as sexual desire. To put it mildly, you are going to have an industrial sized libido now.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI went home and masturbated a few more times as I waited for my husband to get home from work. I got text messages from the plant that everything was operating as expected. When my husband got home I immediately jumped him and fucked him. We made dinner and then I had him again on the living room floor. At this point my husband was definitely liking my new job! The next morning I woke him up with some more sex, and while he was at work I both masturbated and used a few toys I had in the closet to keep up with “demand”. He came home to find me naked on the bed furiously stuffing a nine inch dildo into my pussy. I asked him if he wanted to fuck but he just said he was tired from work. I was left to take care of work on my own.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOver the next few weeks that sort of became the pattern. My husband did his best when he could, but he had no hope of keeping up with my new supercharged sex drive. I was left to masturbate…a LOT. I even stopped getting fully dressed and just walked around our house bottomless all the time. My hands were going to my groin so often that the process of putting pants on and off was getting to be a hassle.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMy husband and I would be eating breakfast at the kitchen table while my hand was making circular motions on my clit. When we were just sitting on the couch just watching Netflix I was working a vibrator into myself. I even had to get one of those mini remote controlled vibrator things so I could at least go out in public and get some things done while continuing to “work”.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBy month 3 I was definitely in a routine. I still thought about sex and did sexual things all day every day but my heart wasn't in it like it used to be. Don’t get me wrong, I was enjoying having a few dozen orgasms a day, but after a while it was getting to be a little…mechanical feeling. I was starting to feel like a machine going through the motions. Even sex with my husband had devolved to the point where he simply stuck his dick in me whenever he felt up for it. I appreciated him every time he did it because it saved my arms from getting even more sore, but I missed the intimate connections we used to have.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAt my quarterly performance review with my supervisor we went over my output and while I was keeping up good frequency averaging 20 discharges per day, my charge percentages were starting to drop. While I was averaging 80% to full charge in the beginning, in the past few weeks I was only getting to 70% capacity per discharge. I mentioned some of these feelings I was having, and he seemed understanding enough. A little burnout was common for generators at this point he told me. He offered to get me in touch with a productivity counselor to help get my output back up."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The date was going so well, the temptation to break your own rules and use your shapeshifting powers for seduction was too great. But what does your date even like?
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"content": "John glanced around the restaurant, a smattering of black and white, all with two legs and two arms, two eyes staring at each other. Everything in two’s… they even came in pairs. John rested his… two… arms in his lap. They all looked the damn same and he looked just like them. His eyes wandered over the intricate patterns of the tablecloth. Rotational symmetry in 6 segments. 7 concentric rings on alternating primes for tiered colour change. The woman was silent. She had been talking about her work.\r \n“That’s very interesting.” he said.\r \n“What do you do?”\r \n“I’m a shapeshifter.”\r \n“Like… a 3D modeller?”\r \n“Yes. I work with computers all day. It’s quite dull.”\r \n“Do you work on films or something else?”... one or two… two options… he went with their apparent favourite.\r \n“Something else.”\r \n“Oh? Is it games or something?”\r \n“Or something.” he said, waiting for the next binary option.\r \n“Is it… a secret?” she asked, leaning forward. His eyebrows rose, huh… one option, that was easy.\r \n“A bit of a secret… not suspicious just-”\r \n“Not really table conversation.” she finished, by talking over him.\r \n“Yes, not table conversation.”\r \n“You don’t do those 3D porn things right?”\r \nJohn shrugged, offering her a grimace.\r \n“Oh… I’m… I’m just going to… I’ll get a drink and go to the next one.”\r \n“Bye.” said John.\r \nThe wall tiles were a repeating pattern grainy black and white made to look like random noise, each was the same alignment but 3 were rotated 90 degrees. Did the constructor mess up? Are those 3 special… did his arm get tired so he lifted those three with his other hand causing them to be at a different orientation when mounted?\r \n“I’m a shapeshifter.” he said when asked.\r \n“Is that like a removalist?”\r \n“Yes.”\r \nThe wooden chairs were all the same but one had a single lighter tone leg. It clashed with the whole deep morone, low light aesthetic. Was it a repair? Did they run out of red at the factory and thought nobody would notice? They failed, he noticed.\r \n“I’m a shapeshifter.”\r \n“So a… you’re a shoplifter!”\r \n“Yes.”\r \nJohn was wasting his time. The bell rang and…\r \nOne arm. Her right shoulder extended halfway down to an elbow that was not there. One hazel eye, one green. The burns continued up her body but were mostly hidden by the long sleeve high necked top she wore.\r \n“Um, hi.” she said.\r \n“Hello, I’m John.”\r \nShe smiled, running a lock of hair the colour of rusted leaves behind her ear as she sat. Her name tag… no… he wanted to ask.\r \n“What’s your name?”\r \n“I… I’m Clair.”\r \n“Pleased to meet you Clair.”\r \n“We have name badges.” she said, shifting her chair forward and awkwardly pointing toward his chest, her cheeks blushing when she accidentally touched him. Her heart was beating so fast.\r \n“S-sorry. I was distracted by your beautiful eyes.” he said.\r \n“My eyes?” she said suspiciously.\r \n“Heterochromia, it’s very unique.”\r \nShe softened, the blush returning.\r \n“You probably say that to all the girls.”\r \n“Oh yes, it confuses them greatly.”\r \nShe smirked and suddenly laughed, her face turning to pain as she held a finger to her lip, glancing to the other silent tables.\r \n“I’m…” she lowered her eyes. “You can ask if you like.”\r \n“I can?”\r \n“Of course. Everyone wants to know.” she said.\r \n“It seems rude to ask so soon, we’ve barely talked.”\r \n“Do you want to know?”\r \n“Yes… Ok… do you want to go on a second date?” he said.\r \nShe opened her mouth and closed it… her lips curling into a smile and her eyes watering slightly. “I… I would.”\r \nHe shouldn’t do it.. It was a small change… she was nervous and it would put her at ease.\r \nJohn reached his left hand to her right, she hesitated toward it but accepted, laying her delicate fingers over his.\r \nJohn broke his rule.\r \nHe rose, his right sleeve hanging empty from the elbow down. She looked at it confused and stepped toward him, hooking her hand into the crook of his elbow. They left, leaving the boring Two’s behind."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Is it really cheating if you have a threesome with your Girlfriend's clones when she's away?
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"content": "Xerox threw the lever and watched as blue ran into the pipes through his observation deck, running out into the colossal space beyond, flowing along the ceiling in 4 thick pipes through a dozen T junctions that split off a small amount to flow downward. 48 slow descending lines of blue reached the pods in unison, filling the moulds.\n\n“Yes! It’s working!” he bellowed in his best villain voice.\n\nLips pulled back with a \\*pop\\* “You did it sir.”\n\nXerox slid his hand into her hair affectionately and brought her back to his cock. “We did it.” he said more… sanely.\n\nA laugh slowly bubbled its way to the surface as 48 pods opened, the first wave of henchmen 3.0 stepping out and marching amongst the bustling 2-pointer henchmen that scurried with tubing and maintenance equipment.\n\nThe 3.0’s were funneled into a marching rectangle moving down the hall as the second batch started to cook.\n\nHe had so many orders to fill, so much to steal...\n\n“There is so much to conquer!” he roared out, fingers clenching into the hair at his waist.\n\n“Simon!” called from his side.\n\nXerox turned, eyes wide at the hatch to see Alice! His heart rose and froze when he saw her glare. The beautiful straight blond hair framing her alabaster features.\n\n“I… uh shit…” he pulled the hungry lips from his waist and batter the other to pull back with light dismissive taps.\n\nAlice stood, eyebrow raised as he quickly zipped up the fly on his lucky villain costume.\n\n“You made it!” he said, holding out his arms up in a cheer.\n\n“Of course I made it. It’s your big day.” she said with eyes burning into him. She didn’t even look down at the 2 girls whining and pawing at his waist.\n\n“You were breaking into area 51 and I thought…”\n\n“Who the fuck is this?”\n\n“I know what you’re thinking and it’s not cheating. Hear me out.”\n\n“Go on... explain.”\n\n“She is…” he began, Alice started adjusting her freeze ray, the dial clicking ominously and resting in her folded hands in front of her waist.\n\n“She is your clone!... Surprise!” he said with fanfare.\n\nAlice shot the henchman at the console beside Xerox, turning him into a red smear of snow across the screen and keyboard and lay the ray back at her waist. The room froze, and there was a moment of movement as a dozen chairs and feet inched away from Ice-Queen.\n\n“You cloned me?”\n\n“Remember when we were breaking into mt rushmore and you were hit with the horny-stick by… uh…” he racked his brain.\n\n“Cum-Heather”\n\n“Yes! Her, well before I fixed you I may have taken a copy of you in that… state… for later and It’s later. Surprise!”\n\nAlice’s eyes glanced down at the wavy red hair at his waist.\n\n“She is my clone?”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“Her hair is red.”\n\n“She doesn’t have your powers.”\n\n“And the other?”\n\n“She is a clone too.”\n\n“She doesn't look like me.”\n\n“She is my secretary.”\n\n“You cloned your secretary?”\n\n“My secretary is a clone… of you… an old one before we got together.”\n\n\\*WHAM\\* another henchman exploded into red snowflakes, the report he was holding clattering to the floor.\n\n“So… you see… It’s not cheating if it's you.” he said, noting the hands stopped pawing at him and glanced down to see the girls sitting with their tongues out to catch red snowflakes that slowly fluttered down.\n\nAlice’s heels screeched like glass against the steel as she stepped toward him, she glared down at herself as she came to stand close and turned toward the space below, standing beside him.\n\n“She is warm.” she said, holding her clone's chin, the drool freezing against her finger.\n\n“But only you can thaw my frozen heart.” said Xerox.\n\nShe narrowed her eyes but he could see a smile hiding behind those lips. He pushed a little more.\n\n“Victory is pyrrhic when I can’t celebrate it with you.” he said, nodding to the clone.\n\n“You can’t keep her and call her Alice.”\n\nXerox nodded. “Of course not.”\n\nAlice stroked the girl's chin, watching as she sucked onto Alice’s thumb, her moan turning to a light giggle as she popped it free with a smile and a tiny voice. “Cold!”\n\n“Kate… Dupe L Kate.” she mused, guiding the girls mouth to nuzzle into her thigh as they looked out together at the 4th batch, stepping out and forming up to march out.\n\n“We will keep her, and Xerox...”\n\n“Hm?”\n\n“Congratulations on your big day.” she said with a smile and a small laugh.\n\nXerox felt the tension lift and laughed out his relief.\n\nAlice took it as a challenge, her laugh rising with his, a screaming shrill banshee cackle tangling with his booming triumphant laugh."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was a busty elf, well versed in magic. He was a burly orc, the first of his tribe to attend magic School. Alone together on a long carriage ride to campus, they decided to get to know each other...
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"content": ">!Probably many errors, I stayed up way too late writing this.!< \nEllie sat in the carriage feeling it was painfully slow. The space seemed too small given her company. The carriage had titled as he climbed in, not made for the size of his stature. His eyes stared through her unblinkingly… Ok he blinked but he didn’t seem to see her, just a thousand yard stare. She looked down, unable to take it. Her eyes following the runes written into every scrap of leather he wore, she would have assumed they were professionally done if not for their number. As far as she knew from the runed clothing she had seen, you placed one bright powerful rune, not a thousand barely visible ones.\n\nHe cleared his throat, startling her.\n\n“The ride will go faster if we talk.” he said, his voice impossibly deep, like an ancient tree twisting.\n\nShe met his eyes… no, she looked at him but he stared through her still.\n\n“I’m Ellianoria. I… you’re the first orc I have seen.”\n\n“We have that in common. You are the first elf I have… met.”\n\n“You know magic… I assume you do, I just… im not- Orcs can learn magic I just-”\n\nHe held up a hand before she got too out of control.\n\n“Rune writing. I’m unusually gifted. The magisterium offered my village 8 cows to send me to their school.”\n\n“8 cows?”\n\n“The orcs wish to keep their casters to themselves but I am unsuited to war. I was considered less valuable to serve the great Dookan than 8 cows. So I am here.”\n\n“That… I’m sorry, but that seems low for a rune writer… or anyone.”\n\n“You haven't noticed?” he asked, a smile curling his lips to reveal sharp teeth.\n\n“I… no?”\n\n“I’m blind. I can ward against teleportation magic or light up a house but Orcs are not known for praising defence… or writing for that matter.”\n\n“Oh, I’m a simple telekinetian, little illusion, some dispel. How do you write if you can't see?”\n\nHe reached into the rolled sack he had carried on and lifted the single item from inside. A tome, a golden rune lit up the cover, he flicked through the pages but not a single word was written, runes tiny and sorted in neat rows. “I can see runes and nothing else.”\n\nShe noted the small runes on his clothes and understood, not designed to enchant but so he could ‘see’ them.\n\n“Points of light in darkness.” he mused.\n\nShe eased under his gaze, seeing his fingers clutch tight over the book, revering the knowledge it held. She understood that need. The pages were made of hide, the book poorly bound. She realised he probably wrote it all himself.\n\n“Do you have a quill on hand?” she asked.\n\nHe nodded and reached into the armoured cuff around his wrist, a smooth stick, worn from fingers and oiled with the sweat of his palm, it had a simple metal tip, polished to a shine.\n\nShe offered her hand and blushed, realizing her blunder. She took his hand, it was like clutching a warm stone.\n\n“You can write a quick rune on the back of my hand, if you see it, you know it’s me.”\n\nHe furrowed his brow and took her hand, running his own over her skin. He turned it over and slowly traced his coarse fingers over her palm.\n\n“They say elves are weak, they never said they were so smooth. Are you sure you want to wear a rune? I don’t know about elves but orcs hate runes on their skin.”\n\n“Magesteriums a big place, It’s going to be a shock for you. I like the idea I can be another…” she felt a smile well up from somewhere deep below. “... a point of light. It’s not like it’s permanent, I can dispel it eventually.”\n\nHe turned her hand over and ran his fingers up her wrist, feeling her skin down to her fingertips like he was mapping it out in detail. The polished iron tip with a tiny point of mithril ran over her skin lightly, leaving glowing lines in its wake. His hand never paused, writing the rune without need for reference. A perfect circle with glowing unknowable letters around its edge. She marvelled at the curious sight of someone writing sideways then upside down without rotating themselves or the page… her hand in this instance.\n\nHe pressed his thumb to the completed rune, she felt his magic flow into her hand bringing the rune to glow a bright gold to light up the carriage.\n\n“A simple torch rune.”\n\nThere was something… ironic? About that. She was his light in the dark and if she channeled her magic into it, she would light up her own dark.\n\nShe brought her hand to her chest, his eyes following it to see her, peering through to her heart. She then held it out toward him.\n\n“I’m Ellie, pleased to meet you.”\n\n“Thaddius.” he said, his hand taking hers."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Among her culture of elves, it was customary to offer sexual release to anyone who offered shelter and hospitality, which explained why she was blushing so much, when her friend offered to share a hotel room with her, when her reservation fell through...
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"content": "PART 1/5\n\n\"Miss, as I already said, you did not pay for the room in due time so we dissolved your reservation. Unfortunately the room has been given to another customer now. We are very sorry for any inconvenience, but such is the contract.\" The lady at the reception offered her a small smile, the business sort of smile used to console customers.\n\nAlyri was fuming inside. How could this happen to her? She had reserved the room almost three weeks ago, and now she had nowhere to sleep just because she forgot to pay on some stupid due time? Not showing any of her anger Alyri set out for one last attempt at a room.\n\n\"Do you think there is any possibility to work something out,\" she flourished a gold coin at the receptionist, \"If I agree to pay a little fee to make up for being late?\"\n\nThe look in the ladies eyes certainly showed that she knew the worth of what Alyri was showing her, flinching a bit she nevertheless answered the same. \"I explained this already to you. Every single room is booked out, there is not even a servants quarter we could offer up. This years academic congress is hard for all of us.\"\n\nWith a sigh Alyri slumped her shoulders, slowly turning away from the desk when a voice she had totally forgotten about spoke up.\n\n\"You know. I think I can find a little space for your stuff in my room, then you could stay with me if you want to.\"\n\nLeylas voice made her jump a little bit. Not because she had the darker pitched voice of a wolfgirl and not because she was surprised at the offer. As Alyri blushed, it was because of that one custom of her elven heritage that she never actually had to do yet.\n\n*Any accepted offer of shelter and hospitality MUST be repaid in an appropriate manner of sexual release.* Such was the cultural law, even if unwritten except in story books.\n\n\"I can't accept that..\" Alyri said, still not turning towards Leyla.\n\n\"Well, I bet every other hotel in the city is just as full as this one, you'll be hard pressed to find anywhere to sleep for tonight.\" Leyla placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her around to face her.\n\nAlyri pondered on her options as best she could given the hotness of her cheeks, thoughts racing through her as she thought of the duty she had to Leyla if she accepted.\n\n\"I think,\" Alyri bit her lip a little to supress the embarassing feeling inside her, \"I will accept your invitation, under one condition.\"\n\nLeyla raised an eyebrow.\n\n\"Don't talk to anybody about this. And.. please be gentle?\"\n\nA smirk joined Leylas raised eyebrow. \"Gentle?\" She squeezed the hand still holding Alyris shoulder. \"I really don't think wolfgirls are as scary as you elfs may make them out to be. But I'll give my best not to scratch you up too much.\"\n\n\"Then I accept your shelter and hospitality Leyla. You shall be compensated accordingly.\" Alyri said the line she had learned, but never yet had to use.\n\n\"Don't do that. There's no need to be so formal about it.\" Leyla paused for a small moment before continuing in a playful tone.\n\n\"Now then, we both need to get out early tomorrow and I'm tired. Shall we retire for the night?\"\n\nAlyri smiled at the exaggerated pronounciation of the last sentence. She had only met Leyla in person this morning, but already they had made a great connection. Their jokes always landed a mutual laugh, and they had a lot of fun exploring the city. Alyri was sure the next few days would be just as great, assuming the awkwardness of the debt she owed to Leyla now would not get between them.\n\n\"I'm.. I don't have any more plans either. What number was your room again?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Imagine the heroine's shock when her dark doppelganger turns out to be surprisingly kinky!
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"content": "“You have bested me…” gasped the villain, his throat wrapped in coils of Stretch-Her’s extended arm. “...but can you defeat… YOURSELF!?” he suddenly shouted, shooting Magnet-Man with his raygun.\r \nStretch-Her tried to twist him to the side but the shot struck Magnet-Man, centremass. The villain gasped and struggled as her leg twisted over his arm, dragging it down by his side but it was too late. Magnet-Man seemed unphased by the shot but the pod the villain had been working on suddenly threw out a flash of steam. \r \n“Magnet you got this?”\r \n“Sure, piece of ca-”\r \n“Clair!” Shouted Magnet-Man’s doppelganger. He was the spitting image of him only a shade more grey, like someone had turned down his saturation. The dopple of Magnet-Man made no moves to attack, just pointed accusingly at Stretch-Her.\r \n“I wasn’t sick on your birthday Clair! I just didn’t want to go. I hate crowds, so I stayed home and watched netflix!” His dopple shouted before exploding into manic laughter followed by exploding into paste on contact with Magnet Man’s fist.\r \nThere was a long silence that hung in the air, the villain in Stretch-Her’s arm started laughing diabolically.\r \n“Underminer!...” she shouted, slapping her forehead. “... I get it now!”\r \nMagnet-Man turned to face her, his face blushing and holding a glum expression.\r \n“It’s ok Mag, next time I will have 2 parties, one just for us. We will have some beers and chill, no crowds.”\r \nMagnet-Man’s face eased and he nodded. “Sounds good Clair.”\r \n“No! He lied to you, you can’t trust him!” shouted the villain.\r \n“Ok, do me next!” said Stretch-Her, passing the Villain over to Magnet-Man and standing back, arm’s splayed for his ray gun. The villain glared at her but Magnet-Man gave him a bit of a shake.\r \n\\*BZZAAAP!\\* \\*Pshhh\\*\r \n“Chris! I hate your cooking! You never use spices and it’s incredibly bland. Your cooking has taught me how to smile for the cameras because I can’t stand it!... wait… why don’t my powers work.”\r \n\\*SPLAT!\\*\r \n“I’ll watch some youtube tutorials… I’ve been meaning to experiment with some paprika and salt.”\r \n“Hey this is good, honestly. I feel better having gotten this off my chest.” said Stretch-Her.\r \nShe eyed the villain as a thought formed, stroking her chin as it bloomed into a full blown plan.\r \n\\-\r \nStretch-Her watched in anticipation on who would be picked.\r \n“Tina, your suit looks too much like mine! People keep calling me ‘Bubble’s Up’ and it’s killing my social media presence!”\r \nThere was a cheer from the group of heroes seated around the evil lair turned impromptu Friday night hangout.\r \nSpherecide’s dopple ‘popped’ as Magnet’s anvil came down adding her gore to the rest.\r \n“My bad, I’ll get some red trim or something. Sorry about the suit.” said Bubble’s over the crowd, she took the bottle from a blushing Spherecide and poured herself a shot. She downed it and slammed the glass down.\r \nStretch-Her aimed the villain and squeezed him.\r \n\\*BZZAAAP!\\* \\*pshhh\\*\r \n“Clair! I kinda have a thing for you, I have looked at pictures of you stretched out and have gotten off. Wait, why don’t my pow-” \r \n\\*crunch\\*\r \nThere was a silence that hung, Bubbles was bright red and frozen.\r \n“Honestly, I have too.” said Magnet, raiding his hand, a few more followed suit, then a few more… Bubble’s eased but Stretch-Her blushed at all the admissions. Laughter broke out and a few apologetic shrugs were thrown her way. \r \n“I guess I’m up.” said Stretch-Her, taking the bottle and handing the villain over to the Down-Undertaker.\r \nShe poured herself a shot and winced as she downed it. The air flashed around her, once again.\r \nFor the 4th time her dopple stepped out of the pod and everyone waited in anticipation on who she would single out in spin-the-dopple.\r \n“Villains! Fuck sake, I keep getting captured but none of you will ever rough me up. I’m stretchy, I can take it! Choke me, grope me, something! I haven't been exactly subtle! Wait… why can’t I stretch?”\r \n“That’s new.” said Magnet.\r \n“Wait!” called Stretch-Her causing Magnet to stop mid swing, his fist looming in front of the small clone.\r \n“Can we keep her?” asked Stretch-Her. The dopple biting her lip and stroking her hands up the fist in front of her.\r \n“What for?” asked Bubbles.\r \n“Well, for you guys…” she said with a grin. “...she can be like a mascot.”\r \nEye’s turned to the pod, considering it as her dopple rubbed herself up Magnet’s arm, blushing up at him.\r \n“I have no powers but you can still stretch me.” she purred.\r \n“Ok, Spherecide, you’re up.” said Magnet, tapping in the Hero for splat duty and scooping up Stretch-Her’s dopple, carrying the giggling bundle down to the group.\r \nDown-Undertaker was forcing the villain's gun toward his own head as Stretch-Her poured him a shot."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She's been isekai'd to the world of an H-game. But instead of all kinds of monster girls trying to violate her, they're instead trying to woo her. The former is just the part they play, after all!
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"content": "Emma shrank back as the spider girl advanced on her. \"S-stay back!\"\n\nShe knew what the spider girl intended. She'd played this exact scenario not ten minutes ago in *Legendary Yuri Adventure.* A spider girl would tie her victim up in webs, inject aphrodisiac venom, finger her pussy until she came, and, once she was exhausted and unable to struggle any further, carry her off to the depths of the cave and keep her as a sex slave for the rest of her life.\n\nIt turned out it was a lot sexier to *imagine* that scenario than to actually face down a spidergirl in a dark cave. And unlike the heroine of the video game, Emma didn't have a magic sword and the unyielding determination of a warrior. Or the ability to roll back to a previous save after a monstergirl had her way with her.\n\nBut to her amazement, the spider girl stopped at her shout, holding out a hand cautiously. \"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?\"\n\n\"Um... I'm fine, yes.\"\n\nThe spider girl crouched down as best she could. She was built like a centaur, eight arachnid legs supporting the torso of a nude woman, and even at her lowest she was a good foot taller than Emma, but she was clearly trying to look less threatening.\n\n\"I thought you were the Heroine at first, but I've never seen you before. Who are you? My name's Spina.\"\n\n\"I'm Emma. Um, not that I'm complaining, but you're very friendly for a monster girl.\"\n\n\"Hmm? Oh, you thought I was trying to *rape* you? No, no, I don't do that to anyone except for Lily the Heroine. And that's just putting on a show, of course. I don't kidnap her for longer than the player wants.\"\n\nEmma stood up and dusted herself off. \"The player? So you know this world is a video game?\"\n\nAnime hadn't prepared her for this. Sure, a lot of isekai stories involved a world that worked like a video game, with skills and levels and stats, but she'd never seen one where the inhabitants knew they were living in a video game.\n\n\"Yes. This world was created for the player's entertainment, and all of us have a role to play. We all work together to make a fun and sexy experience for the player.\"\n\nSpina tilted her head and looked at Emma curiously. \"But I've never seen you before. What role do you play in the game? Did we get a DLC update?\"\n\n\"Actually, I was the player.\" Emma admitted. \"I was just sitting in my bedroom, playing on my laptop, when there was this weird lightning bolt thing and then *whoosh!* Landed on my butt in a cave. And then I saw a hot spider girl coming at me.\"\n\n\"No way, you were the player? *You?*\"\n\n\"Yeah, I've played this game so much I could probably recite the plot by heart. Intro sequence, slime girl, goblin girl, bat girl, boss fight with the spider girl, and so on. It's a good fight, I really liked your frogtie bondage.\"\n\n\"Oh, that was Lily's idea. Wow, I always thought that the player would be some creepy old man who wanted to see hot girls making out.\" The spider girl's personality seemed to have completely changed from her earlier formality. \"Everyone is going to want to meet you!\"\n\nSpina took Emma by the hand and practically dragged her through the cave, navigating the twisty little passages with familiar ease, until they emerged at the mouth of the cave. Far away in the distance, nestled among rolling hills, they could see the town of Refuge, last human stronghold in a world dominated by monster girls.\n\n\"Don't worry, we all can use the fast travel system when we're not on screen. Just focus on where you want to go, step into the wilderness, and...\"\n\nThe world blurred around them, and Emma found herself staring up at the gates of the starting town.\n\n\"The gates are shut?\" Spina murmured. \"But that only happens if... you need to hide, quick!\"\n\nEmma froze. \"What? Why?\"\n\n\"The gates are only shut in the intro cutscene, when the Demon Queen attacks the town. If we're caught up in the scene...\"\n\nA sally port in the gate opened up. A woman stepped out, carrying a sword as big as she was. She had tan skin, long red hair in a ponytail almost down to her waist, and her eyes were golden. Rather than armor, she wore a tube top so tight her nipples showed through it, and a purple sarong that hung so low it seemed to be in danger of slipping off. Her body was curvy, without any visible muscle despite her obvious strength. She was, quite obviously, the protagonist of an H-game: Lily the Heroine.\n\nSpina froze as Lily's gaze focused on her. Then she slowly turned towards Emma and smiled. Not the cheerful smile she had shown when guiding Emma to town, the sadistic grin that Spina had when they first met.\n\n\"Another captive for my queen!\"\n\nShe lunged forwards, sweeping Emma up in her arms and sinking her fangs into the hapless girl's neck. Emma struggled only briefly before melting into the arms holding her, thinking of nothing but the warmth of the spider girl's touch, the sensation of skin against skin, and the way that every shift as Spina ran sent tingles of arousal through her...\n\n...\n\n\"I'm really sorry about that. You know how that opening goes. Lots of villagers getting kidnapped, Lily saves one from the slime girl but she has to travel the world to rescue everyone else. This was the only \"in-character\" way to get you out of there.\"\n\nEmma came back to her senses in a forest clearing, her skin still tingling from the spider's venom. She looked down and realized she was naked, and quickly covered herself with both arms.\n\n\"Oh, right, you took your clothes off because your skin was too sensitive to stand it. Not sure where they ended up.\"\n\n\"Is that what happens when the game takes over? You just do whatever the script tells you to?\" Emma looked up at Spina, who seemed to be back to her old self.\n\n\"Whenever the player is looking through Lily's eyes, yes. It's sort of like being an actress in a play - the most important thing is to keep the show going. If something goes wrong, you can improvise a bit, but you can't just break the fourth wall and admit you messed up.\"\n\n\"Now I kind of feel bad for playing this game so much. You must have been so busy.\" Emma frowned. \"Wait, if I'm trapped in here, who's playing the game?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" Spina replied. \"This has never happened before. Maybe it's another player, or maybe this is another copy of the game.\"\n\n\"We could try following Lily, see what she does.\"\n\n\"Maybe. Lily does have a special connection to the player. You'd be putting yourself in danger, though. If you get caught by a monster girl who's following the script, or worse, if the player takes control while you're talking to Lily... it could be really bad. You'd get a lot more than just a dose of my venom, if we play out a whole scene together.\"\n\nEmma hesitated for a moment. It had been scary, yes. But it had also been incredibly thrilling, to be kidnapped and threatened with supernatural pleasure by a sexy monstergirl. And besides, it was like Spina said - it was all just a show for the player. No matter what Spina or another monster did to her, it would only last until the end of the scene.\n\n\"Let's do it.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman suddenly obtains the power to know a man's dick size just by looking at him. At work, she discovers one of her shy underlings is packing major heat.
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"content": "“Five and a half inches long, pointing to the left”\n\r\n“Holy shit!” Fred exclaims as he smacks his hand on the table between he and his co-worker.\n\r\n“So, I’m right?” Deborah smirks at her co-workers amazed face as she leans back in her chair completely confident in her new ability.\n\r\nFred, one of her other team leads, squints his already pinched eyes at her. “I can’t believe in your so called ‘ability,’ you must have heard from Becky down in reception after the Christmas party last year.”\n\r\nDeborah’s grin gets even bigger at this new juicy piece of gossip. “You made it with Becky last year? I knew she was up to something, sneaking off early, but I had no clue it was with you!”\n\r\nFred’s face blushes a deep crimson realizing he spilled his own secrets but holds steadfastly to his denial. “Then you must have heard from one of the other guys that play squash at the gym! How else could you know?”\n\r\nDeborah leans back forward, spilling her impressive cleavage over the edge of the table. “Then challenge me. Anyone in the office then go play squash or compare the pickle or however you boys measure up to each other.”\n\r\nFred thinks for a moment, until a wicked grin replaces his embarrassed expression.\n\r\n“I know. That mousy boy that works in your pod. What’s his name? With the red hair and freckles.”\n\r\n“Shane? Oh, don’t pick on him! He’s a sweet boy and probably 100 pounds (45 kg) soaking wet!” Deborah’s face falls at his choice, but her mind wanders…\n\r\n“You said I could choose anyone, and we just so happen to be taking him for squash this Thursday. You have until then to prove it.” Fred sits back with a contented grin. I bet that little shrimp is as tiny as his ears are big! Fred thinks to himself. \n\r\nThe two friends finished up their lunches, still joking and poking at each other, laughing uproariously at Deborah’s predictions. Deborah didn’t see Shane until later that day.\n\r\n** **\n\r\nDeborah couldn’t get the thought of Shane out of her mind, for some reason. She had never looked at her subordinate in that way before, but now it consumed her mind to distraction. Shane was a good-looking boy, for the record. He was a fresh-faced college intern, no more than 19, but he was a shrimpy little red head complete with freckles and big ears. He was 5’1” (155 cm) max and skinny as a rail.\n\r\nDeborah, on the other hand, wasn’t much bigger. She was 5’2”, but had at least 30 pounds on Shane, but most of it muscle and boobs. She had generous C cups, which sat heavy on her frame, but she spent most of her time at the gym and her family’s dojo. She was very into Mixed Martial Arts, so she was lean and hard where it counted. Not quite an hourglass figure, but she loved wearing pencil skirts and power suits to emphasize her figure. She worked hard for her body and for a 27-year-old woman, she made sure that she was putting the right vibes out there.\n\r\n** **\n\r\nIt was nearing the end of the day, and most of the rest of the staff had gone home. Already two of her three subordinates had poked their heads in to say good night to her, but Deborah was still finishing up. She was putting some final touches on her latest report when she felt, more than saw or heard someone come in her office. She looked up and saw that Shane was standing there, smiling sheepishly.\n\r\n“I’m almost done with the Jackson portfolio like you asked. I know you don’t need it until Friday, but I get more work done when everyone goes home, so I just wanted to let you know I’m staying for a bit to finish it tonight. Let me know if you need anything, ok boss?” Shane didn’t quite meet her gaze as she looked up at him.\n\r\nShe started to say something back when her power kicked in. She gasped and her eyes flew wide as her body reacted instinctively to what she realized: Shane was hung like a horse. At least 11 inches (28 cm) long and 3 inches (7.6 cm) thick.\n\r\nShane immediately reacted with concern and reached his hand out to comfort his superior.\r\n“I’m so sorry Deborah! Did I scare you? Are you ok? What’s wrong?” He practically ran around her desk to her side, still too timid to touch her, but obviously worried at her violent reaction.\n\r\nDeborah was slow to react and as he dashed around the corner of her desk her eyes were locked to his crotch, where the monster she never knew existed lurked. She had never been a size queen, or even had a man who was longer than 8 inches (20 cm), nor had she ever sought out a man with her gift with anything like the cock that was now only feet from her burning eyes, separated by only a few millimeters of cloth.\n\r\n“Where do you fit it all? How can you even walk with that thing in between your legs?” Deborah blurted out, completely unthinking. She reached towards him; her mind solely focused on getting that monster out into the open.\n\r\n“Wha-wait! What are you do- AHH?!“ Shane tried to back up, completely taken off guard by his normally very professional supervisors words and reaching hand, but his foot got caught on the very desk he just dashed around, falling backwards.\n\r\nUnfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Shane’s hand shot out in an attempt to steady himself and ended up grabbing Deborah’s extended hand, jerking the girl towards him. Her martial arts training kicked in instinctively and she set her feet and pulled back, yanking Shane further off balance, but instead tipping his fall towards her.\n\r\nIn a stumble, he slid forward and ended up sliding both onto her lap. Straddling the busty supervisor while she sat still in her office chair. He thrust his hips forward in an attempt to regain balance but ended up shoving his crotch directly in Deborah’s face. Much to his chagrin, her mouth was still open, and he felt her hot breath on his crotch as she exhaled in surprise as her lips touched his pants material.\n\r\nDeborah’s world had contracted in those moments. She was no longer a rational thinking supervisor, she was a needy, horny woman. All she could think about was that python now inches from her face. Her arms collapsed around Shane’s tiny waist, grabbing his tiny ass and forcing his crotch closer to her already too close face.\n\r\n“Deborah what’s going on, you’re going to hurt yours-AH! Oh GOD Deborah!”\n\r\nShane started to pull away and resist, only to have Deborah snatch down his pants, belt, and underwear in one fluid movement, freeing the beast from his confinement. And what a beast it was. Nearly 9 inches (23 cm) flaccid and the thickness of a Coca-Cola can. His cock was flushed red and pulsed under her hungry gaze. She absorbed the shock of red fur at the base of this monster cock, then inhaled the head of his manhood with her still open mouth.\r\nHe gasped deeply as her mouth greedily took him in, nearly swallowing the head whole in one go. She could barely get half of it in her mouth, still soft, but hardening quickly, but it was already overwhelming for both Deborah and Shane.\n\r\nShane felt his whole mind short circuit as Deborah’s tongue circled his crown, but his hands slid to hold each side of her face as she bobbed on his rapidly hardening cock. She felt her jaw stretched to the max as his massive cockhead pressed the back of her throat.\n\r\nDeborah couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. All she could do was try to cram more of him inside her mouth. He was starting to ooze so much pre-cum that it was overflowing her already overflowing mouth.\n\r\nAfter what felt like hours of struggling to get his enormous plumb shaped head into her throat, she finally released him with a loud and sloppy POP. Drool and pre-cum stained the front of her blouse and his pants as she met his eyes with a rabid look, still gasping for her breath.\n\r\nNo words were needed or shared as their hunger was palpable between them. He was so drawn in by her hunger for him that he could no more stop than she could.\n\r\nHe slid backwards off her chair and she stood up almost in a trance, still lost in each others’ eyes. Almost robotically they undressed before pressing themselves together, naked chest to naked chest. Shane’s massive member sandwiched between and jutting up proudly, touching the undersides of Deborah’s breasts.\n\r\nTheir lips met for the first time and their tongues wrestled for dominance. Hands roamed and squeezed each other with a need never before felt by either.\n\r\nTheir lips never parted as Shane slid around Deborah, placing her back against the desk and sliding her lithe form up onto the desktop, pressing his body firmly onto hers. Her papers scattered and her laptop forgotten, only this moment mattered. Only the bare skin between them and the burning hunger consuming them.\n\r\nShane pressed her back against the desk and slid his enormous length along her stomach to her slit. She felt his burning length retreat along her stomach, past her navel, grinding along her clit, and she moaned as he positioned himself at her entrance.\r\nShe was wetter than she had ever been in her entire life, and she was afraid. He was enormous. Longer and thicker than anything or any man she'd ever dreamed. Her eyes bulged as he pressed forward. She tried to relax and open for him, but he was just SO BIG.\n\r\nUntil… he slid inside her.\n\r\nWith a wet and audible pop, her lips slid over his turgid crown and he was inside her. She had never experienced this fullness. She felt like he was trying to split her apart. It was only his head inside her but MY GOD it was huge.\n\r\nHe pulled out and pressed in only slightly, but she felt her whole body react and give way to accept him. It felt like her clit dragged along the top of his cock as it split her slowly apart."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the prim, Noble Knight was compelled to offer the pleasures of her body to resolve the situation, the hard part wasn't doing it. The hard part was pretending that she didn't love it and hadn't done it before...
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"content": "“Lady Scarlet!” Garrison groaned, his voice a bellow as his massive hand came to rest on the back of a bobbing nest of crimson hair. “This for a simple breastplate.”\r \nScarlet, for her part, turned her silver eyes up to the knight she was fellating. Hollowing her cheeks, she retracted her head, slowly, drawing a slippery, squelching sound from her lips as she pulled the turgid length from her throat.\r \nShe stroked him, her wrists moving with care borne from two decades of intense calligraphy study, tapping his cockhead against the beauty mark on her cheek.\r \n“Sir Garrison, while I appreciate the gift, what I fear you may not realize is that it violates the terms of my negotiations.”\r \nThe composure and clarity she spoke with after having just removed the sizeable knight from her mouth surprise him. “What do you—Ah!”\r \nShe performed a series of moist bobs, each deep, each drawing a wet cacophony of sound from her mouth, before pulling back with a saturated pop and saying, “My terms stated that I arrive as a negotiator.”\r \nShe stroked him more feverishly now, her lithe hand a blur along his shaft as she lowered herself. Tongue extended, she used the tip to lift his weighty scrotum, pulling it inward to suck on his sack. Hard.\r \nAs quickly as she started, she retreated again. “To accept any object or favor, even a well-intended one, not mentioned in the terms constitutes a bribe.”\r \nShe tucked her hair behind an ear, traced her tongue up the underbelly, before noisily diving back into her task, slurping and glucking at the intruder in her gullet. She rested her hands on his thighs, ensuring they not get in the way as she dove headlong into his crotch.\r \nGarrison shuddered as he felt her contracting and releasing around him. “Lady Scarlet, you’re so well-versed in this.”\r \nShe kept herself there, face buried firmly against trained, scarred abs, throat flexing around the impeding muscle.\r \nShe retracted. Slowly. Maintaining contact with her silver eyes. She lowered the front of her blouse. With a wet kiss, she departed from his dick.\r \nOnly to grab it and aim it at her chest, stroking passionately.\r \n“Not so,” she said. “I’ve never done this before.”\r \n“What?” he rasped. “Never?”\r \n“Never,” she assured, her face unflinching, yet affectionate, in her response.\r \nThe knight felt his thighs flex and give. “Then why?”\r \n“If I don’t pay for this gift, it will constitute a bribe and our terms will be void.” She picked up the speed of her ornate stroking, her palm and fingers gliding along the saturated shaft. “Alternatively, offering payment or service will make the receiving of this gift void.” She cupped his scrotum with the other hand, alternating between tenderly rubbing the orbs within and gently pinching at the flesh.\r \n“You know what that means, right?” She bent down, giving two quick bobs, before smiling up at him. “Fucking do it.”\r \nThe knight groaned, firing off rope after searing rope onto the chest of the noblewoman, white flowing like breaking rivers down her chest."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Though they had kept in touch through online gaming and chat, he hasn't actually seen his skinny tomboy friend since she left for college. Now they're back together for Christmas vacation. Between the freshman 15 and being a super late bloomer she's... Wow!
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"content": "\"GAME!\" \n\n\n \nThe narrator announced what had to be Alison's twelfth loss. Or was it her thirteenth? *Damn it, it must be the third time I lose count.* \n\n\n\"Girl, what's wrong with you?\" Erin questioned as she examined Alison. She also had to look slightly up. Alison had opted to sit on the bed instead of joining her on the floor. \"We played this yesterday, and you didn't suck this much. I mean, I know I can wipe the floor with you, like, whenever, but fourteen-zero is a bit much.\" \n\n\n\"You're distracting me. It's not fair.\" \n\n\n\"How can I be distracting-\" Erin was about to scrutinize herself when she noticed where Alison had her focus. \"Oh, I see.\" \n\n\nThe understanding tone made Alison straighten up and lock her sight at Erin's face. She started to sweat as soon as she saw the shit-eating grin her friend was giving her. Alison tried to keep herself composed. To hold her eyes on Erin's even though she watched, on her peripheral, as the tomboy's arms crossed under her colossal bust. \n\n\nErin barely heaved them up. She just nudged her breasts a bit. However, it was enough for the flesh to start to creep out of the sports bra's taxed cups and for Alison to know she had lost once again. \n\n\n\"I can't believe you're playing like trash cause you're thirsty for my tits!\" Erin howled. \n\n\n\"I said I was distracted!\" Alison planted her hands on her knees, using all her willpower to stare at the floor and not at her friend's quaking boobs. She couldn't help but take a peek, though. \n\n\n\"Same thing, basically.\" \n\n\n\"Of course not! You went to college looking like a beanpole and then came back with a pair of basketballs attached to your chest. How was I not supposed to be taken aback by that?\" \n\n\n\"Hey, I totally get the surprise. You should have seen my sister's face when I got home. However, you're taking waaaay too long to take this in. Admit it, Alison.\" Erin cupped her breasts, offering them to the fidgety woman while lowering her voice to a husky whisper. \"You want them.\" \n\n\nErin barely managed to defend herself from the pillow flung at her. The next one hit its target since the tomboy lost her strength to her bellowing laughter. \n\n\n\"Look at you finally landing a hit.\" She wiped a tear and grabbed the game's controller. \"Ready for fifteen-zero?\" \n\n\nAlison snatched her own. \n\n\n\"You wish.\" \n\n\n\"Speaking of wishes, I'll let you touch them if you win this round. Ain't I a good friend?\" \n\n\n\"Oh, ha ha.\" \n\n\nAlthough she dismissed Erin's banter, Alison clutched her controller. Deep down, she knew she would take this round seriously. \n\n\nErin was counting on that."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were hoping that your cybernetic implants would make you stronger and more intelligent. Your dealer neglected to mention the black market implants were 'borrowed' from the nearby bimbo factory.
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"content": "\"Eight K for the social augs, two for the musculoskeletal bioware, one for the skin-sculpt kit, two for the cybereyes, and four for the wired senses. Seventeen thousand creds in all.\" Bones read out the total from his tablet.\n\nI nervously placed a large plastic chip on the table. This was a lot of money - not as much as these augs would have cost fresh from the factory, but more than a good used car. But it was a necessary expense. This cyberware would make me stronger, faster, more alert, more able to spot social cues, and even think faster. A proper set of 'ware was what separated the Operatives from the street punks, the key to a world of opportunity.\n\nThese were \"secondhand\" augs, which usually implied they were ripped out of someone's body and reprogrammed by a black-hat hacker, but I didn't need to think about the gory details. Bones was a good doctor, and when he said he had a full set of cyberware in my price range I'd jumped on the offer. I handed over my savings and a few minutes later he had me unconscious on the operating table.\n\n---\n\nI woke up looking through unfamiliar eyes. Lines of pink text (why *pink?*) scrolled at the edges of my vision as the neural interface booted up, and then I could see with perfect clarity. I used to need glasses, but now everything was sharp and crisp.\n\nI sat up and caught sight of myself in a mirror on the wall. \"Why am I blonde?\"\n\nIt was more than being blonde, actually. The woman in the mirror was almost unrecognizable. Her body was tan and had zero fat, while her breasts and ass were ludicrously big. It was very obviously the work of an implant - it looked like someone had glued a pair of cantaloupes to my chest. My skin was perfectly tanned, and for some reason, it looked like I was wearing makeup - eyeshadow, mascara, and pink lipstick.\n\nBones looked a bit sheepish. \"Yeah, um, the bioware turned out to have a lot of default settings locked in for some reason. It still boosts your muscles properly, but whoever owned this kit last cranked the tits and ass up as far as they'll go and snapped the lever off. Same deal for the cosmetic mods - it's got one setting, on or off, and this is what \"on\" looks like.\"\n\n\"I feel like this is something you should have mentioned before I put down seventeen grand.\"\n\n\"Hey, it still works fine, it just doesn't have some of the customization options.\"\n\nI pushed down on the table and gracefully flipped myself backwards, landing on my feet - a move I definitely couldn't have done with my old body. \"Okay, I'll give you that much. Do I even want to know what's wrong with the neural mods?\"\n\n\"I haven't turned those on yet - you need to be conscious for setup. The switch should be in your interface.\"\n\nA pink heart blinked at the corner of my eyes. I focused on it and did the mental equivalent of flipping a switch. More text appeared in my vision.\n\n*CASIE social interaction enhancer online. Booting first-time setup...*\n\n*PWNED! Bootloader crack successful. Loading custom modpack...*\n\n*B1G-T1T5 Bimbo Slut package initialized successfully.*\n\nMy vision exploded with rainbow-colored lights as the mods kicked into action. My senses were in overdrive as information from my augments revealed things I wouldn't have noticed before. New thoughts began to flash through my head as the brainchip processed this information and delivered insights from its library of social scripts.\n\n*Big cock detected. You should offer to suck it!*\n\nBones was helpfully highlighted by my augs with a pink outline, along with some unobtrusive text giving more details on his exact state of mind. I could tell quite easily that he was aroused by looking at my new body, although he also seemed somewhat embarrassed about it.\n\n*He shouldn't be embarrassed. You're totally sexy, it's only natural.*\n\n\"Bones, did you like, check this 'ware for malware?\" My voice sounded different, now - the chip gave me subtle, unconscious cues on each word, giving me a pronounced \"valley girl\" accent.\n\n\"I didn't check it myself, but Tracer's usually pretty good at that. What's wrong?\"\n\n\"Like, it keeps telling me stuff about sex? It's like, telling me that you're super turned on by my body, which is totally fair because I'm like, drop-dead sexy now. But I thought I bought, like, a social smarts thingy, so why is it saying I should pull down your pants and start sucking you off?\"\n\n*Because he's a total nerd who wouldn't know you're coming on to him unless you're at least that blunt.*\n\nI rubbed at my temples, trying to focus. The social enhancer didn't *control* me, but it was hard to avoid falling into the pattern of speaking it suggested. It was a social script, like saying \"I'm fine\" when someone said \"How are you?\" Except my scripts seemed to revolve around blowjobs.\n\n\"Oh, and it said something about a Bimbo Slut modpack being installed? That seems pretty important.\" I giggled. \"Should have mentioned that first.\"\n\nBones winced. \"These are from the *Bimbo Factory?*\"\n\n\"That a bad thing? It sounds bad.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I would say that installing black-market mods intended for sex slaves would be a bad thing. Okay, let me plug in and run some diagnostics.\"\n\n\"Cool, let's play doctor!\" I sat down on the table as Bones plugged a cable into a port on my neck.\n\nI sat there patiently while he scrolled through a bunch of boring stuff on his tablet, occasionally muttering under his breath about how Tracer was an idiot. Even though it was upside down, my augmented senses could follow it remarkably well.\n\n*All that stuff is super boring. He's going to lose interest if you don't do something to keep his eye on you.*\n\n\"Okay, it doesn't have any of the nasty mind control components, so I guess *technically* it's not malware. All of the augs are functional, just... what are you doing?\"\n\nI'd gotten bored while waiting, slid off of the table and started unbuttoning his pants.\n\n\"Oh, you know, just testing what the social augs can do. I thought I'd poke around and see if anything sticks out at me.\" The cheesy line came into my head instantly.\n\n\"Uh, should you really be doing that? I mean, in your state of mind...\" Bones said weakly, but by the time he got that out I had already pulled his underwear down and let his cock hang out.\n\n\"This boner here says you want me to.\" I giggled. \"Heh, Bones has a boner.\"\n\nI lowered my head and gave the tip of his cock a kiss. \"You can keep doing what you were doing, if you want. I'm like, super good at multitasking, you know.\"\n\nI took a bit more of his shaft into my mouth. It's not something I'd done before, but I found myself moving quite naturally, using my lips and tongue *just so.* Time seemed to stretch as all my attention focused on my task, feeling him grunt and shift with each tiny movement of my mouth.\n\nA moan escaped his lips and I knew he was close to a climax. I slid my mouth back and forth faster and faster. His hips started thrusting back and forth, and with a final gasp of pleasure he came. The liquid filling my mouth was... strangely sweet. Apparently the augs could override my sense of taste. I swallowed happily.\n\nI licked my lips as I stood up. \"What do you think? Am I good or am I good?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Waking Up Naked And In Public, Struggling To Remember What Happened Last Night
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"content": "The sun felt nice on my tits... wait, why was the sun on my tits? I sat bolt upright, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and I squinted against the harsh midday light. A crowd had gathered around me, and they were all muttering quietly. I didn't blame them; I was naked, my shorts around my ankles and my top nowhere to be found. I hastily hiked up my pants and buttoned them, and the crowd began to disperse with a note of disappointment...\n\nI got up from the bench, my head pounding, and I patted down my pockets. They were empty, save for a condom wrapper, the big kind made out of gold foil, which was good - yay me for practicing safe sex, and also yay me for getting my back blown out, apparently. I couldn't remember much, but I *did* have a vague memory of getting bent over that very same park bench... I think there was Jaeger involved. Anyway, I was missing my phone, my keys, and my wallet. And my shirt, but that wasn't as important. My tits were great, I had nothing to hide.\n\nThe crowd followed me at a distance, and I could hardly blame them; it had been a while since I had gone out without a bra, but I turned heads when I *wore* a shirt. If I was a character in Ed Edd and Eddy, let's just say I'd be Double D. I asked the crowd if they had seen any of my things, but they had no clues. So, I resigned myself to let them gawk at a distance.\n\nI walked deeper into the park until I got to a small strand of woods; they were familiar. I had a flashback to the night before, a big guy from the club pushing my panties to the side and fucking me from behind against a big oak tree. I found the biggest oak tree in the woods and there was my wallet, lying on the ground... *score*! Inside it there was no cash, but there was a second condom wrapper (*double score!*) and my panties lay there discarded on the ground. I didn't bother with them, I just kept walking.\n\nMy keys weren't far away; they sat on the bank of the pond where I vaguely remembered I had been skinny dipping the night before. My boyfriend assumes that he's the only one I've taken there... but it's kind of my spot. Don't tell him, please<3\n\nMy phone was the trickiest part, though. I had already given up on finding my shirt; the Uber driver would just have to enjoy ogling my tits in the rearview. But I couldn't exactly call an Uber without my phone.\n\nAs it happens, I wasn't the first one to find it. There was a man, sitting on a bench not unlike the one on which I awoke, grinning at me lecherously. I approached, and he held up my phone, in its distinct pink case...\n\n\"Thank you for keeping it safe for me!\" I ventured.\n\n\"Oh, you're very welcome.\"\n\nHe didn't hand it over.\n\n\"Um. My boyfriend is probably worried sick right now.\"\n\n\"That's a shame. How badly do you want to text him back?\"\n\nI sighed.\n\n\"Look, I don't have time for this. I'll fuck you if you give me my phone, real quick before the cops come.\"\n\nFrom the look on his face I could tell he was probably just expecting a handjob or something, but he didn't waste any time in whipping out his cock... his big, thick, girthy, long fucking cock. Seriously, the thing must have been twice the size of my boyfriend's. The guy was homeless, but he could have given Mandingo a run for his money.\n\nI was already a little wet just from walking around with my tits out and giving everybody a show, but when I saw the homeless man's hog I had to have it. I dropped my shorts and straddled him where he sat. Even as horny as I admittedly was, he still had to squeeze it to make it fit...\n\n\"*Ohhhh..*.\"\n\nAnd as I took that big fucking cock, and the crowd cheered behind me, I forgot all about my boyfriend. I rode the stranger as he fucked me raw - I was on the pill, no worries - and I did my whorish best to give the crowd a show.\n\n\"Ah, these people are all watching me take the biggest cock I've ever seen,\" I said. \"Fuck me harder.\"\n\nAnd the man obliged. I forced myself to hop off of his dick for just a second to change my position and turn around, and I rode him reverse-cowgirl so the whole crowd could see.\n\nThey cheered, they jeered, they called me names. \"Whore!\" \"Slut!\" Cow tits!\" \"Sasquatch!\" (I didn't get that last one, actually, but I didn't get around to shaving my pussy this week, so maybe that was it? Seems like a weird complaint, but it didn't matter. Between the gigantic cock that felt like it would rip me in two, and the crowd of people watching me in my most intimate moment, I couldn't even form a cohesive thought. I came on the homeless man's dick, hard, and he came all over my tits... and when I finally got my phone back, I did have a message waiting from my boyfriend.\n\n\"*Hey, how was your night?\"*\n\n\"*I don't know,*\" I texted him. \"*Probably uneventful.*\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In your recovering nymphomaniac group you were told it would be good for you to spend some time away from others, so you decided to rent a secluded cabin for the week. The only problem is you’ve accidentally been assigned a two bedroom cabin and your roommate is a girl from the same group.
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"content": "(Went with the girl's perspective. Hope you like it!)\n\n**Part 1**\n\n\"Welcome to Lakeview Cabins, Ms. Flynn! We have your reservation here for six nights in a Woodside cabin room. You requested one of our more secluded cabins, is that correct?\"\n\n\"Yes, that's right.\" I breathed a sigh of relief as I put down my luggage by the check-in desk. I wasn't normally an outdoorsy type of person, but getting away from life for a bit was practically the doctor's orders. Well, support group suggestions, but still... very important for my mental health. I was hundreds of miles away from all my usual partners, and based on my research, Lakeview was mostly popular with elderly couples and families... definitely not my type. It was the perfect place to escape the temptations of the city.\n\n\"Let me just get your room key for you. We've put you in cabin 17, which is farther into the woods than most of our family cabins. The other occupant checked in yesterday and he seemed like a very quiet person, so you should find your stay here at Lakeview very peaceful.\"\n\n\"Wait. Other occupant?\" I looked at the check-in worker in confusion.\n\n\"Yes. You booked a Woodside cabin **room**. Most of our cabins are two to four bedrooms. Cabin 17 in particular is a two bedroom. Each bedroom has its own en-suite bathroom and balcony, but occupants share some common areas, like the kitchen and living room.\"\n\n\"Oh, I didn't realize. Would it be possible for me to switch to a solo cabin?\"\n\nThe staff member looked apologetic. \"I'm sorry, we're completely booked this week. But don't worry, the grounds here at Lakeview are very extensive that I'm sure you'll have all the privacy that you want. If you have any questions or concerns, you can always speak to any of our staff. Enjoy your stay!\"\n\nFeeling a sense of dread, I picked up my bags and started walking in the direction they had indicated. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. A cute older lady who knit sweaters for her cats.... No, the front desk clerk had indicated it was a man. Maybe a portly gentleman who liked to smoke cigars. Just.... just anyone that I wasn't attracted to.\n\nMost people, when they found out I was a nymphomaniac, thought that I would be willing to do anything with anyone, but that wasn't true. Nymphos generally still have sexual preferences, both in terms of partner and in terms of kinks/limits, even if they do have an extremely high libido. It's just that, for me, when I find a willing partner that I'm attracted to, I have trouble resisting my sexual urges. And since I'm a nympho I have **a lot** of sexual urges. Like, constant, overwhelmingly desperate and unending sexual urges.\n\nI had been working with a therapist about my issues being late for work, or missing events with family and friends to hook up. They helped me realize that I was looking for sex whenever I had free time, and that my inability to stop was negatively impacting my life. I *wanted* to stop, but it was too easy, in the city, to just hit up one of my FWBs whenever I wanted. My therapist recommended a support group, Sex Addicts Anonymous, and I'd been attending for a few months now. My SAA sponsor, Eloise, after I told her about a recent setback, suggested I take this vacation to get away from the temptations of the city for a bit, after a few other members mentioned having taking similar trips with very positive results.\n\nI thought about all of that: about my purpose for this trip, about the control I'd regained over my life in the past few months, about the mantra Eloise had taught me. *\"One day at a time,\"* I thought to myself as I approached Cabin 17. *\"One day at a time.\"*\n\nThere didn't appear to be anyone inside the cabin when I arrived, which was a relief. I quickly found my room upstairs and started putting away my stuff. The room, the cabin, the view... it was all exactly as I had imagined. It was peaceful and cozy, with a balcony that was perfect for curling up with a book and a cup of tea. I could hear birds chirping, smell moss and trees, see the lake sparkling. *\"One day at a time.\"* This was exactly what I needed to reset. No FWBs, no sex toys, and I'd blocked every porn site on my phone.... no temptations.\n\nIt was that moment when I heard someone coming through the front door downstairs. Taking a deep breath, I decided it would be better to meet them now. To get it out of the way so I could (*hopefully*) stop stressing about it. *\"One day at a time. It will be fine.\"*\n\nI made my way downstairs, walking loudly so that I didn't startle them. I started speaking before I even turned into the hallway. \"Hey, my name is Penny. It looks like we'll be staying.... Ben!?\"\n\nI turned the corner and froze in shock as the man in the hallway, Ben, also froze, one hiking shoe halfway off his foot. Brown hair a few inches long, hazel eyes, a strong jaw, and a body that I knew he worked out.... because I knew *how* he worked it out. Because he talked about it... about how he met most of his sexual partners at the gym. About how he liked to fuck a girl until both of them were sweaty and panting and had lost at least 1000 calories. About how his sexual urges were constant, overwhelmingly desperate and unending, just like mine. We'd talked about it... at our SAA meetings.\n\n*\"One day at a time... hah! More like one hour at a time! How am I going to survive a week!?\"*\n\n***\n\nOnce Ben and I had gotten over the shock of seeing each other, we'd both awkwardly fled back to our rooms. It was wrong, so wrong, but just the sight of him had me flustered and wet. I'd always found Ben attractive, but the context of our SAA meetings had kept him firmly in the DO NOT category in my mind. But now, seeing him here, dressed in casual clothes, a little sweaty from his hike... fuckkkkk.\n\nI wasn't proud, but I couldn't stop myself from slipping my fingers into my shorts and furiously rubbing my clit. I muffled my moans in the pillows, as I got myself off. Hard and fast, just like I needed it.\n\nOf course, after I climaxed, the regret started pouring in. My therapist technically considered masturbation a healthy behavior for me, not even a high-risk one that might lead me towards a relapse. But I didn't think she'd quite approve of it in this situation. And I definitely wasn't supposed to be confining myself in close quarters with a possible sexual partner. Although, it was pretty presumptuous of me to assume that Ben would even be interested in having sex with me. Maybe he wasn't interested in me and it was just the awkwardness of seeing someone from our support group that had made him run into his room like that. It's not like *he* went back to his room and furiously jerked off at the thought of me....\n\nI heard a knock on my door and frantically tried to neaten myself up before answering. I probably still looked a bit disheveled, but I hoped I could play it off as jetlag. Unsurprisingly, Ben was standing outside my door.\n\n\"Hey Penny, sorry I was a little surprised at seeing you. I guess this place must have great marketing if we both ended up here.\" He chuckled, giving me a friendly smile.\n\n\"Yeah, they should make it a package: SAA members find peace and quiet here!\" I rolled my eyes, hoping the joke would ease some of the tension. \"Sorry, I kinda freaked out too. I wasn't even expecting to be sharing a cabin with someone, much less someone I'm, well....\" I swallowed an admission that I was attracted to him and instead finished weakly, \"someone I, well, know.\"\n\n\"Tell me about it. But, uhhhh,\" he coughed awkwardly, \"I don't want to ruin your vacation, so we can just... give each other privacy, you know? Stay out of each other's way. I'm sure it'll, uhhhh, be totally fine.\" I wasn't sure I totally believed him, but I didn't have any other suggestions.\n\n\"Yeah, that sounds fine.\" I nodded way too quickly. \"I'm just gonna, well,\" I gestured behind me with my thumb, \"settle in after my flight, maybe take a shower.\"\n\nHe gulped and my eyes fixated on the way his Adam's apple bobbed. *God, I wanted to lick him all over.* I bit my lip to avoid blurting that out.\n\n\"Ok, yeah, uhhhh, yeah.\" He backed away, heading back towards his room. \"Uhhh, see you around, I guess?\"\n\nI nodded, not trusting myself to respond in words, and closed my door as soon as I could without being rude. I was wet and trembling again.\n\nTime for a shower. Maybe the water would drown out the sounds of my moans as I got myself off again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) That awkward family moment when your balls deep in your mom, and your dad barges in…balls deep in your sister…
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"content": "Balls deep\n\n\nI had her laid out and blushing. After a few minutes of licking her pussy she begged for my cock. The whole house was quiet as I slid inside the pussy I once came from. \"Gary… don't treat me like your mother. Treat me like a slut.\" She begged in a soft voice.\n\n\nI complied by picking up the pace and slapping the fat of her ass. She moaned and arched her back and pushed her hips into mine and her arms cupped the back of my neck. I was in too much of a groove to stop when I heard a laugh and a bang on the bedroom door. \"Gary, stop someone at the bedroom door.\" Mom said in a panic, but I was so close to cumming that my logical brain had stopped. At this moment I was just a piston inside her. I was unthinking as the door swung open. Mom screamed in fright while I groaned in pleasure.\n\n\nIt was my dad at the door but his large frame carried my sister's pale lithe frame with her limbs entwined around him. His cock sheathed inside her as he walked. \"Holy shit! Martha?\" My dad exclaimed as I unloaded a torrent of cum in his wife.\n\n\nFor a moment Mom was frozen in place as I kept bucking and pinching her nipples. Dad was stopped in his tracks while my sister, Madeline, kept moving on his cock. Then he walked over and laid Maddie out next to Mom. \"Oh my god!\" She exclaimed. \"Did Gary cum in you Mom? Come here and sit on my face.\"\n\n\nMom hesitated for a moment before doing as her moaning daughter bid. Once her pussy was over Maddie's face Mom and Dad started to kiss. I sat back and enjoyed the show. \"Oh god! Baby, this reminds me of college.\"\n\n\n\"Oh, I remember. You fucked just as many girls as you did guys before we got exclusive.\" Dad said as he slowly worked my sister's pussy with his cock. \"Oh that night with your Sister?\" Dad muttered as he picked up pace. Like he was spurred on by the memory of ravaging the pair of sister's. He grunted animalistically as he unloaded inside Maddie.\n\n\nI got up and he slowly walked to the chair I sat back in and watched. Now the two women formed a sixty-nine, while I decided if I wanted to fuck my mother or sister. It was going to be a good day after all."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your college campus finally had a petition for you: acknowledging small tits are great. There were even a few perky ones in the autumn breeze for you to enjoy afterward.
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"content": "\"Jesus man,\" Lyle said to me as I stepped towards the two girls standing in front of the gym on campus. \"I can't believe you of all people are signing that. First, you never sign petitions, and second this one? Really?\"\n\nI glanced at Kyle. He was wearing a light sweatshirt over his workout clothes, the cool fall weather enough that some people felt the need. I loved the cool weather and fall was my favorite time anyways. I smiled as I reached for the clipboard offered by the nearest girl. She was a cute girl with a pair of thick-framed black-rimmed glasses, short brown hair dyed blue at the front. Slender but not twiggy, she was dressed in warm leggings a zippered hoodie that wasn't closed and a long scarf that hung down over her front obscuring the color of her shirt. I think it was one of those magical house's colors.\n\n\"Well most petitions never go anywhere and half the time it's for something stupid,\" I said with a shrug as I signed my name to a list that was shockingly short in my opinion. The girl smiled at me, as did her friend.\n\nThe friend had long blonde hair and a similarly slim figure. She wore a pair of hip-hugging jeans and a fuzzy sweater. She was less cute and more pretty, I smiled back at them both and turned to Lyle briefly, and offered him the petition.\n\n\"Okay, yeah but you actually signed a petition that says that...' He paused and looked down at the clipboard to read what exactly it said. \"Small tits are great!\"\n\n\"Well, they are!\" I laughed as I answered and winked playfully at the girls. The silly and sexy nature of the petition is what had caught my attention. \"You don't agree?\"\n\n\"No, I mean yes,\" Lyle sighed and looked for where to sign. \"I mean I think they are great but I didn't expect you since you were nosing around Molly and your last girl was the epitome of big titty goth girlfriend.\"\n\n\"Size isn't everything,\" I grinned thinking about Molly, the girl from our Chemistry 204 class. She had the kind of naturally large chest everyone swore was fake, and my ex, Vivica, had indeed been a corset wearing big titty goth girlfriend type. Both were hot as hell. I glanced at the two girls and figured they'd already heard our conversation. \"Small tits don't always need bras, they can be more sensitive, you can cup your hand over them and hold them all.\"\n\nThe girls were whispering to each other and laughing as I described this to Lyle and he nodded slightly. He still looked like he didn't believe me.\n\n\"You can suck almost all of one in your mouth,\" I kept thinking about the differences. \"Besides I just love tits, and any girl who lets me see hers has a great pair.\"\n\nI turned to wink at the girls again but stopped in stunned silence. The first girl had pulled her scarf away from her chest revealing she had no shirt on beneath it. Her small, perky chest was exposed to the autumn breeze and the cool air made her nipples harden and crinkle. They were both pierced, small silver studs running horizontally through the pink flesh. They were just enough that they would fit nicely in the palm of my hands and I imagined cupping them and feeling the warmed metal brush against my skin. \n\nThe blonde had pulled up her fuzzy sweater and exposed her breasts as well. Her nipples were larger, oh so suckable looking, and unpierced, though she had an under-boob tattoo that I barely registered the appearance of. Fuck, I would nurse at those tits until that girl got sore. They were perky and firm like her friend and she giggled nervously as Lyle and I stared at the two.\n\n\"Thanks for signing!\" The first girl finally said as she saw other people approaching and let her scarf block her chest again. I grinned and Lyle looked dumbfounded. The blonde had pulled her sweater down and I punched Lyle playfully in the shoulder to get him moving.\n\n\"See? Totally worth signing right?\" I laughed as Lyle nodded. \"And don't you agree? Small tits are pretty fucking great!\"\n\nFor more stories check me out on [Patreon](http://www.patreon.com/erosstory)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she smirked and promised the guys, "I'll be glad to fuck you whenever your girlfriends want me to," she thought it would put an end to their constant ogling and flirting. She didn't realize she was about to start having *a lot* more casual sex...
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"content": "\"Glug.\"\n\nElise - a half-elf with silver hair, pale skin, lovely curves, and a past that'd make a hooker blush - coughed loudly a number of times. The dazed look on her face had a lot less to do with the fact that she had a long night, and moreso the exhaustion from offering herself in a free-will-esque manner to a group of men who were 'friends' to her friend...\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\~\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"What do you mean she won't let you sleep with her? That's the only goddamn thing she contributes!\" \n\nEarlier in the day, she and one of those aforementioned step-friends sat on her couch. The elf sipped on a small glass of lemonade, while he had booze. His veiny hand gripped the bottle tightly, and the brunette male shook his head a time or two, \"Yeah, Christina's just been really weird of late... Doesn't help that she's off doing missions more often too...\"\n\nThe last remark made Elise roll her eyes, \"So *now* she wants to be a contributing member to society. Give me a break.\" She muttered, pulling both of her knees to her sizeable chest, hugging them, while she stared at nothing in particular.\n\nAfter a sigh, she offered him a glance, \"Well-\" \n\nShe stopped speaking when she saw his eyes peer into her tank top, and when he was caught, he ripped his eyes away bashfully, his face turning red in the process. \n\nThe woman couldn't help but shake her head a little, \"C'mon Jonah, you guys may not be committed, but fucks sake man, control it.\"\n\n\"I'm *trying!\"* Jonah retorted, shifting in his seat a bit, \"I-It's just, your knees moved, and then I saw *them* move... It's not my fault, okay?!\"\n\nElise turned her head away, refusing to hear whatever justifications that he had, \"Nope! You're a pervert! A p-e-r-v-e-r-t! I'm not hearing you out!\" She stated. After a moment, she glanced towards him again, and he was only blushing harder than he was prior... and as laid-back as she was, the elf couldn't help but feel a bit bad about it.\n\n'It's been forever since I had a normal lay anyway...' She thought to herself, suddenly facing him, \"I'm not taking back what I said about you being a pervert... But...\"\n\nElise felt her face redden as she let her legs rest in their original position again, taking one of the straps of her tank top, and purposefully casting it off of her shoulder, allowing the fabric to fall a bit, and show off the area just around her areoles, \"I.. understand you and whoever else sleeps with that hag might be a little pent up.. so...\"\n\nDespite her blush, a confident smirk cracked that elven face of hers, \"For the next... week... I'll be glad to *service* you, whenever Christina isn't available... or, when she wants me to.\"\n\nJonah's jaw was nearly on the floor, and whatever chub he sprouted from glancing at her cleavage, became full in response to her visual, and verbal teases.\n\n\"R-Really?!\"\n\nHis excitement made Elise chuckle to herself a little. The woman slowly and seductively crawled on the couch, stopping when she ended up in his lap. The woman straddled him, and gently placed her hand on the back of his head, pulling him into her large, soft breasts.\n\n\"Touch me.\" She told him in a whisper. A lustful, yearning whisper.\n\n\\-\n\nWithin 10 minutes, the two of them were almost completely nude. A sweat had coated both of their skin. Elise had been down to only the purple lace panties she stole from her best friend, but they were pulled to the side and growing incredibly messy while Jonah's thick piece was inside of her. He himself also still wore the boxers he arrived in, but going by his fit frame, he was certainly an adventurer, or had a heavy resemblance to one.\n\nElise's eyes shut tightly, and her womanhood clenched his rod tightly. \"Fuck!\" She couldn't help but cry out, a small patch of drool dripping from the corner of her mouth while she was being bent over and fucked in this fashion. There was something special about a real, human cock that a perverted plant, or magic spell couldn't provide, and in the fashion that it continuously kissed her womb, was going to leave her struggling to walk.\n\nHer fingers gripped the sofa, and her moans grew heavier and heavier, but Jonah himself wasn't doing to well either. Christie could vouch, but he was already super sensitive from the base up, so Elise's dormant excitement was making things difficult. His knees were buckling since their sacred areas met, and though he's only been fucking her for 5 minutes, he was already reaching his limit.\n\nElise gasped when she felt him reach around and take both of her breasts into his hands, and it was as good a giveaway as any that he was reaching his end. The nymphomaniac of a woman couldn't help but relish the opportunity in play. Despite how deep inside of her he already was, at the wordless warning of his upcoming climax, she threw her own hips back repeatedly, not only willing, but *forcing* Jonah to cum. And deep within her at that.\n\n\"GAH!\" He grunted out. The thrusts suddenly stopped, and Elise's eyes rolled back. She bit her lip, and enjoyed this feeling. The pulsating, the throbbing, the warmth, the filling of her womb from a sexy man's seed. This feeling was powerful, and if she didn't see him as more than a breathing dildo, she may have gotten off.\n\n'This is going to be a fun week!\\~'\n\n\\-\n\n\"This week has been so shit, ugh...\" \n\nFinally in present time. a naked Elise lied in her bed, not even acknowledging he door being closed, and the exit of one of the many 'friends' who took up her offer.\n\n'Monday was fine... I fucked Jonah like... 3 times, whatever.\n\nTuesday was cool, I did Jonah that morning, he called up his dude, and we all had fun that evening until like 4 AM. Great! Came like a whore, what's to complain about?'\n\nThat's when her purple eyes narrowed in annoyance, licking her lips clean of the seed that had apparently been left on them earlier.\n\n'Wednesday. Jonah's guys called *his* guys and holy fucking shit, I've never dealt with such a long fucking in my liiife. That fucking bukakke was worse than when I got kidnapped by those orcs- and that lasted for 3 days!!\n\nAnd even today there's just a revolving door-'\n\nHer thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.\n\n\"Come in!\" She told them, whoever the hell it was.\n\n'Well... whatever... I told him a week, I didn't say what kind. We do business weeks around here, horny bastard..'\n\nShe made those proclamations to herself mentally, but physically, she used one hand to hold a large tit close to her face so that she could lick it clean of another man's release earlier, and her other hand mindlessly circled at her clit, arching her back and nearing climax for what was the 6th time this hour.\n\nHer purple eyes had hearts in them, and she offered her next lay a confident smirk - the same one that got her into this mess.\n\n\"Do your worst.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: she was popular and hot, he was a nobody nerd. They both had a secret in common but they don't know it yet. A Latex Fetish, how they come together is up to you.
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"content": "I winced a little as I peeled the latex paint from my forearm. I had painted from wrist to elbow on my left hand with a couple layers and it looked so amazing! I had started to get aroused and wet just thinking about coating my whole body with the latex. I'd seen so many pictures of women like me wearing sexy latex outfits and I could imagine being dressed up in one. It was the kind of fantasy that flashed through my brain whenever I touched myself alone at night. \n\nOf course I wasn't exactly alone. I was at school. Senior in high school to be exact. That was part of my problem. I might have turned eighteen two months ago but I couldn't just go out and find a latex body suit at my age. Or ask my parents to buy it! If nothing else my mother would say it wasn't appropriate for a girl my age to wear fetish clothing.\n\nI'd make the argument that they let me do cheerleading and damn near everyone fetishized that outfit, but it would have fallen on deaf ears. A five foot five inch tall blonde girl with an athletic body and perky C cup breasts was expected to be a cheerleader, not to be dressed head to toe in latex. So the closest I got was staying late to work on my Art project and painting my arm with latex paint to see how it would look with no one in the studio to see. Wincing again I tried to peel the paint from my arm. Why did it hurt so much? It had looked so good, smooth and shiny, but it hurt coming off.\n\n\"Uh, you should have applied oil or lotion before doing that,\" A meek voice spoke up and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Looking up I saw one of the boys from my class standing in the doorway and staring at me wide eyed.\n\n\"Excuse me?\" I finally managed to stammer. Oh gosh this was embarrassing.\n\n\"It will be way more comfortable with, umm, baby oil or lotion before hand,\" The nerdy looking guy mumbled as I stared at him. He looked away shyly and was blushing. I nodded slowly causing my blonde curls to bounce slightly.\n\n\"Okay...\" I drew out the word as I looked him over. He was definitely nerdy. I knew him from a few classes and he was always the one who did well in evry class. Chubby, but not fat. Not very attractive, but that was partly because he didn't seem to try. He had nice hair if he would just comb it. \"Well, uh, would you know a way to get it off?\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah, sure...\" The nerd practically stammered and set his art project down he moved across the room never facing me and went to the supply cabinet. He pulled out a few things and motioned me over to a sink. \"Uh come over here?\"\n\nI stood slowly and watched him as I walked over. He was acting strange. A bit shy, and seems to have difficulty looking at me. It was kind of cute. I showed him my arm and he nodded pouring something over the latex paint. He rubbed whatever it was in and the paint began to dissolve as he turned the water on and began to gently rinse off my arm with the hose attachment.\n\n\"Thanks,\" I was standing close to him and he seemed tense. \"My name's Abigail, but my friends all call me Abby.\"\n\n\"Uh, yeah I know,\" I swore I heard him gulp nervously. He still didn't look at me and I could see his cheeks redden with a blush. I cleared my throat and he nearly jumped. \"Oh, yeah, um I'm Wayne.\"\n\n\"Nice to meet you Wayne,\" I spoke pleasantly. It was nice after all, he had helped me out. \"How do you know so much about paint?\"\n\n\"I-I really don't,\" He stammered, protesting, and turned away from me now that my arm was clean. He grabbed a few towels and without turning to face me handed them to me. \"I just, um, know a bit about latex paint from something I saw online.\"\n\nRealization dawned, and I began to wonder if he looked at the same kinds of things online I had? And why wasn't he facing me? I had my suspicions, but...\n\n\"Wayne, face me,\" I calmly ordered and carefully crossed my arms under my full, perky chest. He turned hesitantly and looked at me. His hands were down in front of him and I knew why. He still wouldn't meet my gaze. Reaching down I gently took his hands in mine and lifted them away from his crotch.\n\n\"It's okay,\" I softly whispered as I took in his raging erection. \"Tell me Wayne, did you like seeing me with latex painted on my body?\"\n\nHe stole a glance up at my piercing blue eyes as I watched him carefully. He looked like a flighty baby deer, ready to run, scared out of his wits. I stepped closer and he stepped back reflexively. He bumped against the wall.\n\n\"Uh, yeah, I mean you're a pretty girl,\" Wayne stammered his voice almost cracking with his nerves. \"I didn't...\"\n\n\"Don't lie to me,\" As I leaned closer to him I let my breath caress his cheek as I brought my lips closer to his ear as I whispered. \"You got hard, thinking about my body covered head to toe in latex. Didn't you?\"\n\nIf he could have run I swear he would have. He must have been so worried. I wasn't though. I knew what he liked, what he wanted, because I wanted it too. I pressed my chest against his letting him feel my bra encased tits against him. He tensed but not nearly as much as when I let my perfectly manicured, petite hand stroke his cock through his pants. I swear he was about to cum right then and there. Honestly nothing had made me feel hotter in my life than knowing he wanted to see me coated in latex and that I could make him cum any time I wanted. \n\n\"Yes,\" Wayne finally admitted with a groan. Some of the tension left his body as he confessed. Then he panicked again. \"Please don't tell anyone?\"\n\nI wondered briefly how people had treated him that a girl pressing her tits to his chest and stroking his cock was a warning flag for him. I pulled back so he could see my face. I licked my soft lips slightly. God, I almost wanted to kiss him then. Knowing we wanted the same fantasy, I felt so attracted to him. I didn't instead I studied his face as I caressed his cock.\n\n\"I won't,\" I finally said in a quiet but confident voice. \"But you have to do something for me, okay?\"\n\n\"Ummm,\" Wayne gulped, probably finding it hard to think as a beautiful cheerleader played with his cock. \"Sure, what?\"\n\n\"Come shopping with me,\" I said and he looked suddenly confused. \"How else I will I know what to buy so you can help me paint my body?'\n\nHis confusion lasted a few more minutes but then a light dawned. I had said he would help paint my body. I felt him twitch and glanced around quickly. I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion.\n\n\"Holy shit! What are? Oh god,\" Wayne said as I gently wrapped my lips around his cock. \"Oh fuck, why?\"\n\n\"Because you're about to cum in your pants,\" I mumbled around his cock, still keeping the tip in my mouth. \"And I don't want to deal with a mess. Don't get used to it though, you'll only cum when I want you too if you want to see me in latex, okay?\"\n\nI didn't wait for his answer as his cock was already leaking pre-cum and twitching in a way that betrayed he wouldn't last long. He probably agreed but I was lost in the thought of being covered in latex head to toe. My cunt was dripping and I knew he would eat me out when I asked later. Especially since I would let him paint my tits. Before I could think much more my sucking bobbing mouth pushed him over and he shot what was likely his first load ever with a girl into my throat.\n\nI coughed a little at the unexpected volume but swallowed to avoid a mess. As I licked the head of his cock he jumped and twitched almost violently, probably still sensitive from his climax. I squirmed thinking about how we would soon be shopping for latex body paints. I would lie to my parents and say it was for art class. They would believe me right? Fuck, who cared, I was so close to my fantasy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A guy and girl go to the public pool and head to the changing room. When you find her after getting through the changing room you see her in swim shorts and going topless. She's on the flatter side so no one seems to have noticed yet. Her face is a blushing mess.
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"content": "Jeff’s cock twitched in his pants and threatened to go from mildly alert from the abundance of skin visible in the pool area to full attention from the even more abundance of skin visible directly in front of him. From the sight of his coworker Samantha standing topless a few feet away wearing only a pair of men’s swim trunks. The longer he stared at her, the more the blush on her cheeks ran down to her chest, drawing his eyes toward her bare breasts.\n\n \nHe always thought Samantha looked somewhat boyish. She sported a shaggy bob that made her caramel brown hair borderline androgynous. Her daily runs gave her legs a fit but still attractive shape, with strong thighs and well-rounded calves. And her waist basically ran in a straight line with only the slightest bit of curve inward.\n\n \nThen, of course, there were her breasts. Or rather total lack thereof.\n\n \nJeff had suspected that she might have enhanced her bust with padded bras and now he knew for certain that she did. Because other than her rather appealing light pink nipples, her chest appeared totally flat.\n\n \nWith all of this — or truthfully maybe because of it — he always found her rather attractive and cute. Seeing her like this, however, he found her fucking hot.\n\n \nAn older passerby cocked his eyebrow upon seeing the lithe girl, trying to figure out if he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. He started to move toward them when Jeff stepped forward to grab Samantha’s hand in a shake and yanked her forward into a hug.\n\n \n“Sam, my man!” Jeff said, his half-hard cock now pushing into her. Her flat chest pressed against his and her nipples poked at his pecs. “Didn’t know you were coming out to the pool today.”\n\n \n“Uh, yeah,” Sam said, adjusting her posture to try and mimic his, though her nervousness still shone through in a somewhat awkward stance, arms crossing and then uncrossing to land on her hips. “Just thought I’d come by for a bit, maybe even check out the view. Heh.”\n\n \nTheir exchanged caused the stranger to catch himself, rethink his assumptions, and flash a look of uncertainty before shrugging and carrying on.\n\n \n“Nice. I’ll join you.”\n\n \nThe two walked toward the main pool, stepping out of the covered changing area and into the light of day. The hustle and bustle around them kept most from paying too much attention to what appeared to be a random pair of guys in a sea of people but a few closer by did a double take, wondering if their eyes were deceiving them. Jeff’s eyes continued to roam all over Sam in this extremely revealing and extremely unexpected outfit.\n\n \nFrom the immediate side, he saw that her — his? — boobs did possess just the barest bit of curve before flowing down to a flat stomach. His gaze traveled around back, and he did his best to contain himself at the sight. Below two dimples framing a touch of pale peach fuzz, the waist of Sam’s swim trunks stopped right at her ass, which appeared firm and tight from under the material. Jeff wanted nothing more than to tug the swimwear down so he could see it in all its cock-pulsing glory.\n\n \n“Don’t worry,” Jeff whispered. “No one will notice.”\n\n \nEying Sam so closely, Jeff not only noticed the details of her body but also the very clearly aroused state of it. Being out in public like this, walking around topless and in a pair of men’s swim trunks, borderline passing herself off as a guy, it was really turning her on. He didn’t know which part of it made her the hottest — dressing like this or the questioning glances of some people that maybe caught on — but either way, his statement made her moan under her breath.\n\n \n“I need to cool down,” she said. “Let’s go for a dip.”\n\n \nFor the next hour, Jeff and Sam swam laps in the pool, relaxed against the edge, and lounged around in the water. Thank god for being half submerged because his erection was almost bursting out his pants from it all.\n\n \nThe pool left a sleek sheen on Sam’s skin and it made her lack of tits even more pronounced. The obscurity from the water also made her relax more and the casualness of her being so exposed made him want to fuck her even more. Every so often, she also climbed out of the pool and her wet shorts slipped lower before she caught them and tugged them back up. Most of the time, it only dropped an inch, but one time, she hauled herself out and they fell halfway down her ass, giving Jeff an eyeful of her butt.\n\n \nHe exploded in his pants, flooding his own wet shorts with cum. Again he thanked god for the submergence."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her friend hadn't expected it to work, but had hypnotized her into being intensely horny and sexually forward. For whatever weird reason though, no attempt to release her from the hypnosis seemed to be working at all...
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"content": "\"Awake!\" Sarah snapped her fingers as loudly as she could. Kylie just giggled and took another step forward. \n\nSarah stepped back and felt her back hit the wall. Kylie placed her right palm on the wall and leaned in towards Sarah. When the dark haired girl's lips were less than a foot from Sarah's she tried again to snap her fingers this time more desperately as she spoke the trigger phrase.\n\nKylie had always been a shy and reserved girl. A late bloomer Sarah had watched Kylie be teased and have confidence issues all through high school. However when they were in their freshmen year of college Kylie blossomed. The freshmen fifteen had done Kylie good and the once rail thin girl now had enticing curves. She was still athletic and not voluptuous but she had the kind if body that captivated people's attention when it was combined with her now cleared skin and pretty face. \n\nOf course, Kylie didn't realize this. Sarah had watched the girl get hit on, drooled over, and otherwise lusted for by guy after guy, including some Kylie had secretly confessed to Sarah that she really liked. The girl just did not realize she was no longer the awkward, rail thin, and acne plagued teen anymore. So after listening to Kylie mope about the latest one for a week Sarah had tried something, drastic.\n\nThe blonde psychology major had decided it was time to try hypnosis on Kylie to see if it could help. Sarah had told her friend she needed to practice for one of her classes and Kylie had been reluctant at first. Sarah convinced Kylie by telling her it couldn't make her do anything she didn't want to and that she would never use a trance phrase anyone would think of. When the dark haired Kylie had agreed they had decided to meet tonight in Sarah's dorm room.\n\n\"Please Kylie, wake up,\" Sarah whispered as Kylie's plump lips got so close to her own she could feel her warm breath. \"This isn't you, I...\"\n\n\"You said it yourself,\" Kylie answered softly getting so close Sarah had to push her head tightly back against the wall to avoid contact. \"Hypnosis can't make me do anything I don't want.\"\n\nAs her voice trailed off, Kylie kissed Sarah, her tongue almost violently probing the other girl's mouth. It was a desperate, hungry kiss. Sarah could feel the heat and desire in the exchange as she was kissed passionately by a woman for the first time in her life. She let out a soft moan as Kylie drew even closer. The athletic girl's ample C cups pressed against Sarah's larger double D breasts.\n\nSarah was a curvy girl bordering on what most would call cutely chubby. She had always been envious of Kylie's more athletic figure but even though they would run together in the morning she never seemed to be able to lose that little bit of extra weight. Not that she really minded, her curvy figure drew plenty of attention from men more into her figure and larger breasts. She'd had plenty of men squeeze and fondle her tits but it felt so different when Kylie reached up and squeezed the side of her large bosom with one delicate hand.\n\n\"No,\" Sarah gasped as their lips finally parted and Kylie stared at her, dark eyes hungry and searching Sarah's greens. \"This isn't you, you're acting strange. I can't take advantage of you. Besides I don't like...\"\n\nSarah went wide eyed as Kylie's hand dipped into the pair of men's boxers Sarah had been wearing around her dorm. As the feminine hand sought the warmth between her legs Sarah moaned and tried to figure out what had gone wrong.\n\nKylie had been easy enough to hypnotize. Sarah had tested the trance by asking Kylie to do things that she thought would make Kylie blush or laugh under normal circumstances but the other girl had done them all with a stone faced seriousness Sarah didn't think was fake. Then had come the real reason Sarah had hypnotized her friend. She had carefully and subtly tried to get Kylie to focus on her lust, her arousal to bring it to the surface and to let it manifest. At first there was no change but then she saw her entranced friend flush and her cheeks redden before her nipples hardened against the thin t-shirt she had been wearing. \n\nKylie had moaned her answer when Sarah had asked if her friend was okay. It was a sleepy yet horny sound that carried need and that had made Sarah grin. Then she had worked on the other girl's inhibitions. She had talked Kylie through how she missed other people's social cues. How other people lusted after her and all that was needed for Kylie to have anyone she wanted was... Sarah blinked with realization a moment before becoming distracted by Kylie's probing fingers finding Sarah's traitorously wet pussy.\n\n\"Women?\" Kylie finished Sarah's sentence as her delicate fingers toyed with Sarah's hot, swollen, and all too wet snatch. \"I think your body has something else to say...\"\n\nSarah realized it was all her fault. She had told the entranced Kylie all she needed to have anyone she wanted was to just go after them. She had meant to make her shy, unconfident friend a little more outgoing, not this aggressive! But when she had brought Kylie out of the trance she had stared at Sarah with a seemingly newfound hunger and stepped shockingly close as she bit her lip and ran her eyes up and down Sarah's curvy body with a hungry look in her beautiful brown eyes. \n\nSarah gasped again as Kylie withdrew her fingers and looking right in her friend's green eyes lifted them to her own lips and sucked Sarah's juices off her fingers with a soft moan of pleasure. Sarah didn't know what to do. Kylie had her pinned against the wall, and her traitorous body was flushed with arousal her pussy as wet as she could ever recall it being and her lips tingled from where the two girls had kissed. \n\nWhen Kylie had drawn so close Sarah had to step back she had tried to bring Kylie out of it. But the inexperienced Sarah had forgotten to code a phrase for Kylie to go back into a trance. And the phrase to awaken Kylie only brought Kylie out of it. Besides, unbeknownst to Sarah, Kylie really wanted this. Sure the compulsion would fade in time, but by then Kylie would see what a little extra forwardness could get her.\n\nSarah stared as Kylie pulled away reaching down to grab the hem of her own shirt. As the dark haired girl pulled off her top Sarah watched in shock. Kylie wasn't wearing a bra and her perky young breasts were magnificent. Full, yet not huge, they looked amazing on Kylie's athletic frame and Sarah found herself staring more than a woman who doesn't like girls should. Then she was distracted again as Kylie shimmied out of her gym shorts and revealed her sexy hips and a neatly trimmed yet glistening and damp mound.\n\n\"I want this,\" Kylie said as she drew close again, heat washing from her body against Sarah's still clothed form. \"I need this.\"\n\nSarah gave in. There was no resisting it. Her slit was wetter than ever before, her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and her clit was throbbing with need. There was no denying it even to herself that she wanted this too. Sarah nodded at Kylie and the next thing she knew they were both naked on her bed. Kylie's hands aggressively exploring the blonde girl's naked body, caressing every curve. \n\n\nSarah moaned as Kylie fondled her soft heavy tits. The feel of a woman's hands caressing and fondling her flesh was somehow so very different than a man's. Then those soft pink lips suckled on a turgid nipple and Sarah lost it. Her own hands explored Kylie's more toned yet still soft flesh. Squeezing and teasing the dark haired girl the way Sarah herself liked to be fondled. The two guided each other this way, each doing what they enjoyed to the other until the other girl realized and adjusted. When Kylie aggressively pushed Sarah's thighs apart she docile complied and spread her legs for her friend. \n\nPleasure exploded between Sarah's legs when the soft feminine face pushed against her sex. As Kylie's dexterous tongue and soft lips pleasured the blonde's lower lips it was as if she had never experienced this before. Sarah's male partners had never had this intimate knowledge of what a woman might like and it was clear that this fact made a huge difference. Sarah found herself gripping her headboard as she writhed in pleasure. Her breasts jiggled as her body shook and her toes curled until she let out a cry so loud she feared the other girl's in the dorm would hear. Still there was no containing it as Sarah came with such force she swore she would pass out.\n\nGasping for air Sarah collapsed to the bed as Kylie slithered out from between her thighs and snaked up the blonde's still quivering body. Sarah was shocked she had been the first target of Kylie's new aggression instead of Daryl, the boy Kylie had been pining over, but she wasn't complaining now. She kissed Kylie deeply tasting her own juices on her friend's lips, tasing a woman for the first time.\n\n\"My turn,\" Kylie said with a wide grin as she straddled Sarah's face, the blonde realizing her first taste of a woman would not be the last of the day. \"Then maybe we find Daryl and see if he's up for a threesome.\"\n\nIf Sarah had anything to say about that, or about the sexually liberated woman she had helped to unlock, it was lost as her lips met Kylie's juicy pussy. She began to return the favor as she explored her friend's cunt with an eagerness that surprised even her. For perhaps the first time ever Kylie moaned with satisfied lust as she got exactly what she wanted."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Trick or Treater dressed in a maid costume gets hypnotized to think its a uniform, not a costume.
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"content": "Jenna and her friends thought it would be fun to go trick or treating, despite their age. Granted, it was a college town, so it wasn't odd to see 20-somethings going from house to house trying to get candy. Some frat boys were dressed as a horse, some were dressed as those Squid Game guys, and others were an assortment of cheap superhero costumes. Jenna, Marcy, and Bailey, were going around in their slutty costumes before hitting up the late night parties. \n\nJenna was a maid with a skirt that was just a little too short and a top that showed off quite a bit of cleavage. Her long, red hair was styled into a long french braid that rested across her chest. Marcy was one of the cheap superheroes with her Harley Quinn outfit; a dime a dozen. Bailey had put the most work into her costume, dressing as some obscure anime character. They had raked in a bit of a haul as well as plenty of glances and stares until they happened upon *the* house. \n\nNot every neighborhood has those houses, but the ones that do, *do.* You know the kind. The too-big house with a rundown exterior. The yard was a mess and the chain link fence was bent over and laying in the yard, obscured by the forest of greenery. The lights were on as the sole occupant moved about. Mr. Farnsworth was your typical crotchety old man. Somewhere in his late 60s or early 70s, he would yell at kids who got too close or call the cops on just about anyone who even looked at his house the wrong way. \n\n\"Hey, Jenna, I dare you to go ring his doorbell,\" Marcy said with a devious grin. \n\n\"What? No way!\" Jenna replied with wide eyes. \n\n\"Come on! Just do it! We'll get it on video! I'm sure Todd will think it's funny,\" Bailey teased and pulled out her phone. If there was one way to get Jenna to do something, it was to bring up her crush: Todd. \n\n\"Fine. But when we get the cops called on us, you're all going to jail with me,\" she said, sticking out her tongue and putting her hands on her shapely hips. She took in a deep breath and began the impossibly long walk up his entryway to his porch. She steeled herself and just as she was about to ring her doorbell, the door flung open, a hand gripping her wrist. \"Ouch! Hey!\"\n\n\"Oh, don't think you're getting away from me that easily! You were planning on doing that ding-dong-ditching thing the kids do all the time! Well, we'll see just how fun it is while we wait for the cops! And your friends, too!\" He yelled over her shoulder. \n\nMarcy and Bailey's eyes widened and they ran off, not wanting to go down with the ship. *Traitors!* Jenna scowled to herself but was pulled inside. \"Go sit down,\" Mr. Farnsworth said, snapping and pointing at the couch. \n\nThe snap rung out in her head like a bell. She needed to go sit down... She wasn't sure why she felt so compelled, but she needed to. Jenna walked over to the couch and sat on it, the cushions giving way thanks to their age. The old man say across from her, \"look at me.\" He said, snapping his fingers. Her eyes darted up to meet his. \"You've been a bad girl.\" *Snap.* \"You wandered out of the house while you were supposed to be working.\" *Snap.* \n\n\"What...?\" She asked as the fog filled her mind once more. Wandered from the house? Which house? Working? \"No... I was hanging out with my friends...\"\n\n*Snap.* \"You're my maid. You're supposed to be at home with me, cleaning and serving me. *Snap.*\n\n\"No,\" Jenna shook her head. \"It's just a costume, it's—\" *Snap.*\n\n\"Costume? It's your uniform.\" *Snap.* \"You're my maid.\" *Snap.* \"You belong to me.\" *Snap.* \"You always have.\" *Snap.* \n\nEach snap sent her reeling. She was a maid? *His* maid? Well, it made sense. She was in uniform. The snaps kept continuing, driving the point home. She was his maid. Hey mind, heart, and body belonged to him. She had been disobedient tonight. She needed to be punished. \n\nIn her haze, she found herself bent over Mr. Farnsworth's lap, her bare ass exposed. A sudden *SMACK* came down, causing her tight ass to shake. One after another, with incredible force, he spanked her. Tears formed in her eyes and arousal formed in her wet pussy. \"Are you getting off on this, you slut?\" He asked, stopping. \n\n\"N-no, sir, I—\"\n\n\"In your knees! You're not going to get pleasure tonight! You're going to pleasure me!\" He shouted, his eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. \n\n\"Yes, sir! Right away, sir!\" Jenna nodded and climbed off of him and onto her knees. She hastily undid his pants and freed his cock. He was far from impressive, but she didn't care. This was her master's cock; it was the best one she'd ever seen. She enveloped it in her mouth and started to move up and down on his cock, her eyes cast up, looking at him. His hungry gaze was bearing down on her and it made her feel all the more aroused. She loved that her master wanted her so much. She let her tongue run up and down his shaft before teasing the tip. \n\nAs the night wore on, she remained on her knees. He seemed to have impossible stamina as she sucked his cock and he watched TV. At some point, she had gotten naked for him and had changing positions. She was in complete ecstacy as she bounced up and down on his cock. Finally, after hours of build up, he unleashed his cum deep into her cunt. She hadn't noticed it before, but he seemed to have gotten far more... attractive? And young? The house around her also had gotten nicer. The couch that was once sinking in on itself was now a lavish loveseat. The TV was no longer an old CRV, but instead a fancy OLED. \n\n\"Ah, it has been far too long since I drained such delicious sexual energy from someone. I think I will keep you,\" the now-young man said, brushing his hand through her hair. \"Of course, as my maid, you will no longer have any need for school, or friends, or family. I am more than enough for you.\" \n\n\"Yes... Master...\" She moaned and bit her lip. \n\nHe reached down and grabbed her phone to see her unread texts on the screen. It was Marcy and Bailey: \"Jenna? What happened, are you okay?\" \n\nThe man had a sly smirk across his face as he replied: \"yea, sorry, guys! Can you come pick me up? He said he'd forgive me if we all just came in and apologized.\"\n\n\"We'll be right there!\" \n\nHe tossed the phone back and reached up to give Jenna's supple breast a squeeze. \"It looks like your friends will be joining you soon, my dear. Let's hope they picked costumes that are just as fun as yours.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A tomboy feeling self-conscious about her flat chest asks her friend to grope her boobs to make them grow. They doubt it’ll work but go along with it to make her feel better. A year later however, and the daily massages have made the tomboy's breasts balloon to the size of cantaloupes.
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"content": "Sarah and Ashley sat on either side of a faded yellow sofa, wine glasses in hand. Their faces were a brilliant shade of drunk, and neither could keep from giggling.\n\nAshley had mysterious lost most of her clothing, just wearing a pair silky pink panties. And damn did she wear them well.\n\nThough Sarah had never really been attracted to girls, she couldn't help but steal glances at her friend. It wasn't exactly arousal bubbling deep within her, maybe... jealousy? Jealous of her perky tits and smooth skin. Of her toned stomach and perfect hair. It was not the thoughts of a rational sober mind, but instead the deep primal emotions of someone who had drained an entire bottle of wine with her naked friend.\n\nShe couldn't remember what they had been talking about. Maybe a boy Ashley was seeing. Or some idiot at work that made everything painfully slow. It was possible it was the same guy. All Sarah could see were the plump breasts sitting proudly on her friend's chest.\n\nLooking down at her own, lacking boobs, the woman felt a twinge of sadness. Sarah had always been a tomboy: short hair, little makeup, shorts and t shirts. And while it didn't happen often, there were times she stared at herself in the mirror, nitpicking how there was no way she was a girl, how it was a surprise more people didn't mistake her for a little boy. Though she had never really been into girl stuff, it's not like she hated being a woman. Sure it's not all sunshine and roses, but Sarah couldn't imagine being anything else. And everytime she stared at her inadequacies, it soured the rest of the day with the realization she wasn't woman enough.\n\nBut today, she wanted to change that. Weeks ago she had heard a weird rumor that if you get some you're close with to rub your tits, it can help them grow. And with more wine than blood coursing through her, she was willing to try.\n\nWith all the grace of a stampeding wildebeest, she said, \"man Ash, your boobs are really nice.\"\n\nAshley was all smiles and giggles. \"Yah, you think so? Wanna touch them?\" She was always the open type. If anyone asked her to feel her up or get down and dirty, she was always happy to accommodate.\n\nSarah's face was already a deep shade of crimson, which hid her immediate blush. \"Uh sure,\" she said tactfully.\n\nHesitantly, she brought her hands up to Ahsley's chest, gingerly caressing her perky breasts. They felt amazing, soft and squishy and warm. Sarah felt a sudden jolt through her body she only ever felt when she was talking to a guy she liked. *Oh god* she thought. *Do I like Ash more than just friends?*\n\nBefore she could act on the need to pounce of her childhood friend, Ash spoke up. \"I love your titties too! Come on, get them out! I wanna see those cute little nipples.\"\n\nAgain, drunkenness hid embarrassment, but Sarah acquiesced, pulling her white tank top up and over her head. She had never needed to wear bras, having very little to support.\n\nAshley was much more forward than her equally drunk friend, wasting no time in taking a more hands on approach. Pinching Sarah's hard little nipples, Ashley pulled at them gently. Sarah let out an involuntary moan. Despite having nothing more than mosquito bites, she absolutely loved nipple play. Another jolt crashed through her, and Sarah couldn't help but squirm under the idea of getting friendlier with Ash.\n\n\"Oh, they are soo cute Sarah! I just want to eat them up!\"\n\nSarah smiled. \"Not much to eat there. But I heard a rumor. If you get someone to massage your boobs, it can help them grow. I don't know if it's true, but I'd be willing if you are.\"\n\nHer friend didn't even wait for the invitation. She was off rubbing and massaging and caressing the tiny boobs, making sure to pay special attention to the little nipples that topped each one.\n\n*Even if this doesn't work,* Sarah thought. *At least it feels good.*\n\nAfter only a few minutes of this intense foreplay, they were on each other, kissing and licking and stroking. They melded into a drunken pile of euphoria and pleasure, their moans mixing into chorus of ecstasy.\n\nLong after, they were laying cuddled together on that faded yellow sofa, Sarah's face nuzzled up in bare chest. They had sobered up a bit, the intense *activity* working out some of the alcohol.\n\n\"This doesn't have to be the last time,\" Ashley breathed. \"We could do this everyday. Maybe there's something to your boob rumor. Maybe not. All I know is that girls are more fun than guys. And I... I think I love you.\"\n\nSarah had never been attracted to girls, before. But now, she would make an exception, and for the hottest woman she had ever seen.\n\n\"I would like that, very much,\" she said. \"I love you too.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When he wished for a perfect girlfriend, he didn't realize it would start transforming his best friend into a busty, horny wet dream. To both of their surprise though, she's rather enjoying the transformation!
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"content": "I flipped the coin into the well and watched as it disappeared into the darkness. The thing was pretty damn deep, enough that I couldn't see the water, even with the sun as high in the sky as it was. I listened, hearing a few noises as the quarter collided with the stone side of the well. No splash, though. Just the occasional 'tink' as it kept descending. How deep was this thing? It couldn't be that practical to use if-\n\n\"What'd you wish for?\" Randy asked, looking down into the well. \n\n\"Isn't that a thing? Can't say or it won't come true?\" \n\n\"You believe in that old superstition?\" he asked, turning his focus from the well toward me. I could swear I could still hear the quarter hitting the sides of the well. \n\n\"As much as I believe that my wish will come true.\" \n\n\"Well then? What'd you wish for? I'll share mine. I wanted a few extra inches.\" \n\n\"You wished to be taller?\" I asked. He smirked at me, and i started groaning before he even started shaking his head. \"Dude, come on...\" \n\n\"What? If it works, it'll be pretty sweet. Now, how about you?\" I opened my mouth, but I hesitated. I wasn't sure why, but speaking my wish aloud just felt... wrong. Hell, it could have just been that I figured Randy would give me a hard time over it. I mean, wishing for a perfect girlfriend was pretty damn sappy. I could imagine him making comments about it for weeks or months. It wouldn't surprise me if it was a thing that came up even years later. Not that not answering was much better to protect me on that front. I could already see him grinning. \"Alright, don't tell me. But it better be damn good if you're being this cagey about it. Now lets bail, I'm hungry.\" \n\nHe turned and walked away from the well, and I took a quick glance back at it. I still hadn't heard a splash, could still almost swear I could hear the coin falling and hitting the sides of the well. There was no way this thing was that deep, right? I leaned over and looked down. No sign of the coin, no sign of the water. Shaking my head, I turned and followed Randy. \n\n*_*_*_*_*\n\n\"Hey man, how's it going?\" Randy asked as he made his way past me, stepping into my apartment. He was slouched over and had dark circles under his eyes. His hair was a mess, sticking out at odd angles, and his clothes were wrinkled enough that I was almost positive that he had retrieved them from a ball on the floor and put them back on. \n\n\"Looks like I should be asking you that. You doing okay, man?\" I asked, closing my door. \n\nHe looked at and then past me. He refocused on me and shrugged. \"Been having trouble sleeping, been a little sore and stuff. No big deal.\" \n\n\"You sure? You look really rough.\" \n\n\"Gee, thanks dude,\" Randy said, his voice hard. \"Listen, I know. It's been a rough couple of days, alright? I don't wanna obsess over it. So can we, I dunno... play some games or something?\" \n\nI rubbed the back of my neck and nodded. \"Sure, yeah. Sorry,\" I said. I hadn't known Randy to get that worked up about... well, anything. He was usually pretty easygoing. Could this be worse than he was letting on? Maybe he was working up to seeing a doctor or something? Either way, it was probably best to leave it for the time being. I turned on the TV and started up my console as he took a seat on the couch. \n\n*_*_*_*_*\n\n\"Hold on!\" I yelled, still pulling my pants on as I walked to the door. The knocking only grew more frenzied after I said that, and I groaned. My shirt was around my neck, hastily grabbed as I passed through my room from the shower. This had better have been damn important, and if whoever this was made a big deal about me not wearing a shirt, well...\n\nI opened the door and froze, seeing the girl on the other side. She had shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, and a pretty face. She was wearing a sweatshirt that was open, showing the overly large shirt she was wearing and pajama pants. She wasn't a knockout or anything, pretty lacking in the curves department, but cute. She was huffing from the effort she had put into knocking on my door. \"Yes?\" I asked, and I could see her eyes go wide. She made a face, and something about that... it clicked. \"Holy shit... Randy?\" \n\nShe nodded and pushed past me, entering my apartment. \"Something fucked up is happening, man,\" she said as I closed the door. \"Like, okay... remember when I was here a few days ago? I had been having trouble sleeping. Feeling achey and shit. Figured I just tweaked something at the gym or something? Maybe just slept wrong? Whatever, work it off? Well, I just felt worse and worse. It's why I haven't been around. Basically slept for three days straight. Woke up today like this.\" \n\n\"Okay...\" I said, trying to understand what the hell was happening. \n\n\"Okay, so I finally figured I needed to get to the doctor. I mean, I kinda figured that out two days ago, but wasn't in a position to actually get there. So I got dressed and headed out. Ran into my neighbor, Michelle. She didn't bat an eye when she saw me. Said 'Hi Miranda' like she knows me like this. I checked my ID after that? It also says Miranda, has a nice big F next to gender. What the fuck? This can't just happen, right? I mean, I wished for a bigger dick at that well, is this some mystical punishment for that?\" \n\nRandy's mention of the well made it click, and I muttered an \"oh shit.\"\n\n\"Yeah, no kidding oh shit. What the hell? At least you remember me-\" \n\n\"No, I mean oh shit because... this might be my wish.\"\n\n\"What the hell do you mean? You wished for me to turn into a chick?\" she asked, taking a few angry steps in my direction. \n\n\"No!\" I said, holding my hands up. \"No, I just wished to have a perfect girlfriend. Maybe... if the well was real, maybe it did this because we were already friends?\"\n\n\"Well how do we stop it?\" Randy asked. \n\n\"You told me your wish and it didn't come true. Maybe me telling you mine will cancel it?\"\n\n\"Fuck! It better!\" Randy said. She paced a little, then groaned. \"Okay, I gotta go. I'm... if this was you, like... I get you couldn't have known, but...\"\n\n\"I... I get it,\" I said. She looked at me, her anger wavering a bit as she looked me up and down, then she went to the door and left, leaving me to digest what I had just seen.\n\n*_*_*_*_*\n\n\"So, I guess telling you my wish didn't reverse it,\" I said, looking Randy over. She was wearing jeans that actually fit her new body and a top that showed off a bit of the cleavage she now had. Not a lot, but more than had been there a couple of days ago. Her hair was just a little longer, down to her shoulder blades. At least, it was when it wasn't pulled back into a ponytail like it was now. \n\n\"No shit,\" she said. \"You think I would have had you meet me here if everything was back to normal?\" Even her voice was so different, softer and more pleasant to listen to. She glanced toward the wishing well like it could bend over and bite her. \"Can you just... do the thing?\" \n\n\"You're not gonna try?\" I asked, fishing a quarter out of my pocket. She shrugged, watching. \n\n\"I already tossed one in. Made my wish... that I'm not gonna tell you.\" \n\n\"Right,\" I said, holding the coin. \"Here we go.\" I did what I had the first time, holding the coin and making my wish. *I wish to have my friend Randy back to normal.* I flipped the coin into the well and listened, hearing the 'tinks' as it collided with the walls on the way down. Randy breathed out a sigh. \n\n\"God, I hope this works.\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" I said. \"You go shopping?\" \n\nShe shook her head. \"Things keep changing. A little slower than I do. My ID was quicker, then my clothes started, Now even my furniture and shit. It's... real messed up.\" \n\n\"I can imagine,\" I said.\n\n\"And, like... the tits feel great, but they're not quite worth the exchange.\"\n\nI groaned and looked over to see her grinning a little. A brief flash of the old Randy. \"Dude, come on...\" \n\nShe shrugged, and cast another glance at the well. \"In any case, I wanna get away from this thing. Wanna go grab something to eat?\" \n\n\"Sure,\" I said. \n\n\"You're paying, by the way. It's the least you can do for making me lose my dick.\" I opened my mouth to argue, then abandoned the idea. She was... probably at least a little right. \n\n*_*_*_*_*\n\n\"I wonder why the hell it didn't work,\" Randi said, watching me from my couch. She was wearing jeans that were so tight I could barely imagine how she even got them on and a top that showed off quite a lot of her chest, which had gotten... impressive over the last few days. Which, really, only lent credence to the idea that my wish caused this. I had always been a boob guy. \n\n\"I don't know, man... I feel awful.\" \n\nRandi bit her lip, then shrugged. \"I mean, we don't know that it was your wish. This kind of implies otherwise, right? Making a wish didn't stop it.\" \n\n\"Maybe we each only get one?\" \n\n\"Then I got ripped off, because I didn't get one,\" Randi said. \"And, it's not been all bad. These tits do feel really good.\" She emphasized her point by grabbing and squeezing them. I turned my head away and she laughed. \"Oh, does that make you uncomfortable?\" \n\n\"I mean, a little. You're my best friend, man. I don't need to see you...\" I trailed off and gestured. \n\n\"Oh? Maybe you'd like to give them a feel yourself?\" she asked, staring at me.\n\n\"What? What are you...?\" She squeezed her tits again, then lowered her top and bra enough that I could see one of her nipples. My eyes went wide and I hastily excused myself to the bathroom, taking a moment to catch my breath. What the hell was she doing? She had to be messing with me, right? Revenge for putting her in this position? I composed myself, splashed some water on my face, then took a deep breath as I exited the bathroom."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As punishment for continually being late to work, you've been allocated to Revican AI & Robitics' "pleasure craft" R&D department. While usually thought of as a gross and unwanted position, you appreciate the benefits that cum with the position.
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"content": "**[f/M/f], [denial]**\n\nA shriek of machine static burst into my ears, some terrible white noise, scratchy and coarse. I could barely flinch in my restraints, could barely cringe at that terror of technological clusterfuckery. But thankfully, oh so *thankfully, it was followed by the smooth, heart fluttering sing of the doctor. Even in this coldness her smiled voice made me warm.\n\n\" -ood morning sir! My name is Dr. Lainie Marksdottir. I will be here if any assistance is needed, or if you have any questions. Do pay close attention to each station, and please take careful notes in your pad when considering each, or feel free to comment to me!\"\n\nIt was finally time to start. Nothing could have given that away but the headset. I'd been yearning for more, for something to leak, but as usual I'd heard nothing. No footsteps, no electric hum, no echo of the doctor's natural voice followed by her artificial radio one. Nothing but her *hello* voice on my headset. \n\nThis was the only good thing about last week's referendum. To support testbed morale.\n\nNothing was worse than unexpectedly *feeling* it inside me.\n\n\"Of course! Each Revican product is a self cleaning system. You can even finish inside the product! Incredible, right? Designed by the best, Sir.\" \n\nIt always hurt remembering I'd designed these things. Now I worked with *focus groups*, while the women I admired stood above and a wall away.\n\n\"Unfortunately, our materials terminal is out of service. If you need help getting excited, I can... help you... Sir.\"\n\nHer little laughs punctuated it all. I could just *barely* imagine how she stared at him.\n\n\"No worries, I'll get you ready right away.\"\n\nThey always accepted. How couldn't they?\n\n\"Wow... what a lovely piece! Mr... Tony Johnson, right?\" She giggled, bubbly voice spilling over a careless excitement. \n\nI made her laugh like that once. How many weeks ago was that?\n\n\"Is this all natural or... ? Wow, no mods!? You're right, it feels so *warm* in my hands. I know I should be professional... but I have to tell you, I love that too-real-to-be-true throb, Sir.\"\n\nCalculated casualness. I could content myself knowing at least *part* of the presentation was fake. \n\n\"Gosh, you're getting so thick, Sir. Lets get you a little harder with my mouth, okay? You can play with this tongue and my lips, Sir, you can use me to get excited.\"\n\nBut I knew not all of it was fake. It *couldn't* be. It sounded so real, that warmth and slipperyness I'd been druged to secrete, it started to not feel fake. Her little words of admiration were taking me out of this cold. And so did the sounds of her *lust*.\n\nThe wet noises bled through. They always did, the pop and smack of lips on a cock tip, the slippery slush of a suck right against a ballsack, the whimpered moan of a content girl with a man conquering her mouth. The static clipping sound when his tip smacked against the microphone in her hard palate. I could imagine those sounds on *me*. Between my thighs, warm and careful against different parts but the same noises. I didn't need a cock to know that her skill would be *delightful* on me, right on my *clit*. \n\nIt was that enchanting image, the doctor with her lips below, her lovely mess of curls spilling and tickling my thighs while she stared, while she held, while she reduced me to a puddle. \n\nBut her words weren't for me, and if anything all I was was a leach. She didn't even know who I was.\n\n\"You like when a doctor is on your knees for you, like a brainless uneducated whore? I have a PhD in Sexual Physiology, doesn't it feel good reducing me to the slut I was born to - \"\n\nDr. Marksdottir's microphone clipped out, first in sparkling static, then in gagging and fake moans. Or I told myself they were fake. I told myself those smiles she'd give me were real, that she liked me, she just had to stay professional. How couldn't she? I was pretty, wasn't I? \n\nBesides the cold trap of my encasement, the cold air on my exposed sex, I could feel the tears in my eyes.\n\nIt continued, on, and on, poor Lainie's throat filled again and again with some dirty pervert's cock. He didn't deserve her. I did. This wasn't fair. I tried *so* hard to impress her.\n\nThis was the worst consequence of last week's referendum. At least, I hoped it'd be. It could get worse.\n\nFinally, the blowjob ended.\n\n\"Thank you, Sir, for exciting yourself with my whore throat. Now, I think it's time to return to the products. We'll start with station 1.\"\n\n\"God Sir, that cock looks so good sinking into it. Do you mind if I... while you? Oh *thank* you, Sir. Maybe we can try something less artificial.\"\n\nThis was new, this was *so* new. If I wasn't already frozen, I would be. Her speech was interrupted by other sounds, breaths and tiny whimpers of delight while she.. while she *played with herself*. How hot *was* he? She *never* masturbated. Her fingers were down there now, playing and touching and *enjoying* a heat that *God* I would *kill* to worship.\n\n\"Doesn't... ah... that feel good Sir? That warm techno pussy? What do you think of the pussy's appearance? Yeah? Don't you love how tight she is, she must feel *so* hot and tight on your big fat cock, Sir. You've got such a tasty looking dick. And God, I love how strong your arms are, can you just... hold the steadying bar above you? So your muscles are... yes, God you're so fit Sir.\"\n\nNot me. She'd never say *anything* along those lines to me, would she? Admiring me, my breasts, my legs, my smile, my eyes or hair. The most I ever got out of her was a complement on my *glasses*. I'd never worn another frame since.\n\n\"Oh no Sir, hold on for a second, okay? Stay with me, no finishing until we get to number four. And take some good notes for me, pretty please? We can have even *more* fun after, I know this big boy has more than one shot in him, doesn't he?\"\n\nShe kept touching herself, small moans and little agreements as he described his experience.\n\n\"Number two now. I know Sir, the setup is bulky! But it's the most effective way to ensure you're unable to differentiate our testers from the actual craft beds. Yes Sir, it's *very* important. Knowing a *real* human is on the other side could drastically affect your assessment!\"\n\n\"Oh, look at *that* sir. Don't you love how those lips hug your fat cock? It looks *so* real, doesn't it?\"\n\nThe same thing as with number one continued on, but her breaths were heavier, her encouragements more excited. He wasn't the only person holding back, I could tell she was on the edge, and that knowledge had me *burning*. From the very start of her play, she'd had me. It wasn't like I *could* listen to anything else, but God, I don't think I *would* have, even with how it *hurt* to hear her.\n\n\"That's great information Sir, let's try number three?\n\nI realized almost immediately that I was number three today.\n\nIt was big, even just the tip was something I could accept only after a *long* preparation. To my luck, the drugs had kept me suitably *usable* for the past hour at least, but the doctor's sounds had ensured I was ready.\n\nPenetration wasn't immediate. Up and down my folds, he explored, testing the elasticity and texture of my skin and flesh. And just like with the models, he felt my whole pussy respond when he rubbed over me, when that heavy pressure met the needy stiffness of my bead. He was incredibly thorough, and it felt incredibly good. I felt so ready, so prepared for *something* to be in me, for *something* to touch me, and finally, even though it was attached to this *dirtbag* I was sating that need.\n\nShe was silent as he tested. Silent save for the quiet little moans that left my heart and core warm and pumping. Was she always this quiet?\n\nBut then he was at my entrance, and he *pushed*.\n\nFull, I felt so *full*. Every pushing inch was extraordinary, every additional piece of him filling me, taking me, opening me up. I'd never known being so... so fucking *full* until now, being the target of such a lovely pressure all over the inside of me, of my *pussy*. I'd have practically screamed had the suppressants not been functioning. Already, I was so close so close to cumming on this asshole's cock, that building crescendo, that expectation, it was building, collecting, nearing the edge, so ready to let loose and -\n\nAnd suddenly I was *empty*. Totally *vacant*. If I could worm my body out of the pussy hole and pull him back in, I *would* have. Where did he go?\n\n\"Oh, you liked this one the least Sir? You're already sure? You don't want to try her asshole?\"\n\n(continued in replied comments because hit 10,125 characters)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Twisted alien abduction!
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"content": "It's not often I get a quiet, rainy afternoon to myself. Gina, my wife, was out running errands, and our son, Gavin, decided to spend some time at the gym. I decided to catch up on some shows everyone at work had been talking about, but _first_. Might as well rub one out in this rare moment of _total_ privacy. \n\nI had just gotten a raunchy video on the big screen TV, erection raging, bottle of lotion at the ready, when the doorbell rang. Frustration erupted in my chest, but I took a steadying breath and strode to the door. Emily was standing on the other side, shivering in her rain drenched clothes. \n\n\"Emily?\" I said in a surprised greeting. \"What are you doing here?\"\n\n\"Hey, Mr. Flagg,\" she responded. I stood aside to allow her through the door.\n\n\"You know you can just call me Josh,\" an offer I've given her countless times in the four years she's been dating my son, but one she has yet to take me up on. \n\nShe walked past me on her way out of the abnormally chilly summer day, the rainstorm apparently catching her by surprise. I often wondered why she doesn't drive, most teens are over eager to get their license and _anything_ with wheels, especially before college. Now that she and Gavin are both out of high school, you'd think she would want to familiarize herself with how to operate a vehicle. \n\nAs it was, her wet clothes clung to her trembling skin. A nearly transparent, blue tank-top over a now visible pink bra stuck to her petite chest, yoga or bicycle shorts offering little warmth as they hugged her shapely rear and thick thighs. Even her sneakers were drenched, socks collapsing down her slender ankles under the unexpected weight of water. I fetched a towel for the girl, my eyes lingering for an inappropriate amount of time while she began to dry her five foot frame. She released her hair from its damp ponytail, straight, strawberry-blonde strands twirling down over her shoulders and curling wetly. The towel dragged over her face and chest.\n\n\"Gavin isn't here right now,\" I explained, \"but you're welcome to stay and dry off while you wait.\"\n\nShe smiled at me, continuing to use the towel on her soaked clothes. \"Thanks Mr… _Josh_.\"\n\nMy name on her lips sounded strange, the first time she actually used it. I stood there awkwardly, trying to think of something to say that would allow me to break away, when a blinding light flooded into the house. I shielded my eyes, then everything went dark.\n\nI woke up without even realizing I'd fallen asleep. The room I- _we_ were in was obviously not anywhere in the house we'd just been in. Emily began to stir as well, joining me in my confusion. _Did I just have a stroke? Am I still unconscious? Why are we_ ___naked?___ Uncertain thoughts tried to make some kind of sense of our situation while reality slowly crept in.\n\nMy eyes scanned our new surroundings. We were in a round, white room, pristinely clean. In the center was a wide pedestal, almost like a table or oversized night stand. The rounded ceiling had what looked to be hundreds of gleaming orbs embedded within, and there didn't look to be any windows or doors. I'd estimate the room to be around twenty feet in diameter, so no need to feel claustrophobic. \n\nI tried to keep my eyes off the young girl trapped in here with me, but couldn't help the occasional glance her way. To be honest, I _had_ occasionally wondered what she looked like bare, late night fantasies sometimes revolving around her and I together. Not like this, of course. She either hadn't noticed _somehow_, or didn't care about her nudity, but why should she? Her figure was _incredible!_ At some point I stopped looking away, utterly distracted from our situation while my eyes drank her in.\n\nHer small frame was covered in smooth, tanned skin. She had no tan lines, which led my mind to images of her tanning herself in the sun, by a pool, completely naked and exposed to the world. Her hazel eyes examined the wall as she walked along the perimeter, thick, muscular thighs carrying her cautiously. Her tummy was flat, slight muscle framing her belly between her ribs and waist. Perky b-cup breasts stood firm on her chest, jiggling softly as she moved. I imagined the texture and taste of her pink, quarter sized nipples, and tried to snap out of my lust. It was a losing battle, however, and I became distracted once again when a pair of dimples over her tight, rounded ass came into sight. Her calves flexed noticeably as she walked, and I had to lower a pair of hands to cover my obvious arousal.\n\nMy own body was far less spectacular. Not quite \"dad-bod\" territory, I _did_ still take care of myself. Though my abs have faded, muscle tone far less pronounced than in my early twenties, I still looked good for forty. A small gut had begun to form a couple of years ago, so I focused hard on cardio. My legs were well toned, strong muscles in my calves and thighs. My short, yet full head of hair had begun to turn gray, which I leaned into. It made me look more distinguished, at least. Light stubble prickled from my face, a strong jaw covered in a little more than just 5 o'clock shadow. My wife (and I) preferred less hair on my back and chest, which I kept clear through shaving and waxing. One hand was truthfully not enough to cover my throbbing manhood, the sizeable rod protesting behind my hand with all nine inches. \n\nI snapped from my fantasy and self praising stupor when she spoke. \"What's that?\"\n\n\"I, uh,\" stammered words stumbled from my mouth. \"It's normal, you're quite attra-\"\n\n\"No,\" she said dismissively, somewhat entertained by my embarrassment. Her hand pointed to part of the wall, \"That… writing?\"\n\nI looked to where she was pointing. Some strange inscription began to glow, a violet pink radiating from the walls. It didn't look like any language I'd ever seen, just strange loops and shapes leaking some weird, pinkish mist.\n\n\"What's going on?\" she asked, a slight tremble shaking her voice as the writing warped.\n\nThe inscription steadily shifted and changed, shapes twisting into more recognizable letters. Silence filled the room as the inscription became legible: __Human Mating & Breeding Research__\n\nWe stared at the wall in shared disbelief. A deafening series of grunts, chirps, and clicks barraged our ears, as though something was trying to speak to us. We both crouched down with our hands over our ears, the sounds burning through our minds until it stopped. The disembodied \"voice\" cut out just as suddenly as it had started, and a moment later there was another. This was far more pleasant, and understandable.\n\n\"_Sorry_,\" it began, \"_the translator doesn't always work right away_.\" Emily and I exchanged a look, and the voice continued, \"_Congratulations! You have been selected to take part in a galaxy wide research initiative! Please demonstrate your species' mating and breeding rituals._\"\n\nEmily's face melted into an expression of shocked disbelief, and I tried to put on a more stoic look. Time to be the safe, reliable adult. \n\n\"Excuse me,\" I started, hoping the fear boiling within hadn't been audible in my voice. \"We can't just… _have sex_ for you, there's a certain…\" My words trailed off as I struggled to find the right words.\n\n\"_We encourage any manner of fantasies you may have, neither will remember once the study completes_,\" the strange voice continued, apparently done waiting for me to come up with the word \"_consent_.\"\n\n\"Here on this planet,\" I began again, feeling more certain in myself, \"there is something called consent!\"\n\n\"_You may be pleased to learn you're not on_ ___your___ _planet_.\"\n\nA quiet whimper broke the silence behind me, Emily having a hard time with the situation. I turned to look at her. She had settled against the podium at the center of the room. Her arms were wrapped around her legs, which were pressed against her chest. I felt pity for the girl, and a renewed sense of urgency to get us out of this situation. \n\n\"Then where __are__ we?\" I demanded.\n\n\"_Away. A place where either of you can enact any fantasy on the other, where no one will interfere. All we ask is the two of you breed, in the name of better understanding of the universe._\"\n\n\"I'm not going to __rape__ her!\" I shouted, possibly too forcefully. It didn't have any kind of calming effect, but I was _certainly_ no rapist.\n\n\"_We shall wait_,\" was their only reply."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Female orcs are naturally attracted to other races, as orcs in general are attracted to things smaller than them. So when an orc woman finds a young human male all alone, she's ready to get what she wants.
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"content": "Osbern loved orc women. Their blunt attitudes, dry sense of humor, rippling muscles, absolutely mountainous sex drives… They were a match made in heaven for the young adventurer.\n\n\nOsbern was never thought to be the adventuring type. He was shorter than most human men, and he wasn’t particularly skilled with his sword and shield. But he did make for great company and loved being around others. Especially when he found himself ambushed during the night at camp.\n\n\n“You there,” Came the loud barking of a woman’s voice. Osbern bolted up, grabbing for his sword. “Get out of your tent and put down that little toothpick.”\n\n\nOsbern kept his sword at his side and poked his head through the tent. As he did, he got a face full of massive green breasts. Startled, he jumped back but was picked up by a massive fist with long black nails.\n\n\n“I said to drop the sword.” The green woman growled. Osbern looked up and saw a small set of tusks protruding out the bottom of her full, purple lips. “You aren’t good at taking directions.”\n\nDropping Osbern, he quickly covered his instant erection. This orc woman was positively gorgeous. Her face was heart-shaped with tattoos running up and down a well-worked body, covered only in a few rips of leather and wool.\n\n\n“W-what are you doing here?” Osbern stammered, trying not to get distracted by her looks.\n\n\n“It’s not safe here,” The orc growled. “You should come to my camp.”\n\n\n“Not safe?”\n\n\nThe woman gestured with her head behind her, and he saw a series of dead bandits.\n\n\n“There’ll be more, so you should come to my farm. It’s close by but bandits know not to come near.”\n\n\nShaking his head vigorously, Osbern quickly grabbed the single stakeholding his lean-to out of the ground and rolled up his bedroll. While he did so, he could feel the orc’s gaze on him. As they walked through the night-lit road, Osbern couldn’t help but stare at her. She was absolutely stunning.\n\n\nHer long black hair fell in sheets near her waist, and her exposed stomach revealed chiseled abdominals and obliques. Her arms were thick and muscular, and her chest was as big as her head. The woman looked back at him blankly, catching him staring.\n\n\n\n\n“See something you like?” She asked, one eyebrow raised.\n\n\n“Beg your pardon ma’am,” Osbern said, unable to take his eyes off her.\n\n\nShe laughed, showing a toothy grin. “It’s Norla Feather-Cutter. You?”\n\n\n“Os-Osbern, just Osbern.”\n\n\nNeither said much for the remainder of the walk, but Osbern noticed that she was staring at him as well. Specifically, she was staring at his crotch. Even in the relatively damp weather here, he could smell the pheromones on her, and they both began to walk closer together.\n\n\n“That’s my farm up ahead,” She said quietly, holding his shoulder as they walked. “I don’t get much company often...”\n\n\n“Really?” Osbern said, feeling her hand slip into his shirt. “That’s a shame.”\n\n\nAs he felt her hand on his chest, Osbern got a terrible idea. An awful, dangerous, woeful idea.\n\n\nHe took his left hand and placed it on the small of her back before running it down as they walked. He brushed his hand on her left buttock, giving it a squeeze. She stopped walking and looked at him. Norla’s hand stayed on his chest as her red eyes pierced his own.\n\n\n“I’ve been very lonely,” She whispered, pushing her butt into his hand. “Very… VERY lonely.”\n\n\nOsbern’s heart raced inside his chest. “We should change that.”\n\n\nIn the blink of an eye, Osbern felt himself being thrown onto Norla’s large bed. He was already stark naked as the orc woman climbed on top of him, wrapping her arms around him.\n\n\n“I’m going to fuck you Osbern,” She growled, kissing him and shoving her tongue into him. “I’m going to squeeze your cock dry this evening.”\n\n\nOsbern reciprocated the rough play by grabbing each of her breasts and pinching her right nipple. Norla let out a vicious growl before laughing beginning to moan. Osbern felt her large hand wrap around his neck as she gently squeezed. Osbern continued to grab and squeeze at Norla as well, managing to grab her hair.\n\n\n“Get down here,” He grunted, pulling Norla back onto him. “You want a fucking fight?”\n\n\nThe two of them wrestled each other as Norla stayed on top 90% of the time during their rough foreplay, grinding her pussy on Osbern’s cock.\n\n\n“You may not be tall, but you are a large man,” She said, feeling his cock beg to enter her. “I will enjoy breaking you, Osbern.”\n\n\nBefore she could do anything, however, Osbern’s eyes began to glow bright white. In a flash of brilliant green light, Norla felt her arms extend and tighten. As too did her legs. She felt her whole body move against her will until she was on all fours, trapped on the bed.\n\n\nOsbern laughed as he calmly got up and stood up behind Norla’s exposed pussy. She saw now that phantom ropes had materialized out of thin air, trapping her in doggy-position. The fact this scrawny human did this to her was extremely arousing.\n\n\n“A proper fight!” Norla shouted in ecstasy. “Don’t think this is the end.”\n\n\nSMACK!\n\n\n“Ahh!”\n\n\nOsbern smacked Norla so hard he left a bright red print on her right ass cheek. Droplets fell from her glistening pussy as she strained to widen herself for him.\n\n\n“Oh you fucking tease!” Norla said. “Just put it in! Fuck me!”\n\n\nOsbern grabbed her hip with one hand and positioned himself with the other. His girthy member split her lips apart as he pushed into her, slowly and with ease.\n\n\n“Ahhhhhh….” She cooed, feeling her right leg tremble as his cock continued to go deeper and deeper with ease. “You… can’t keep this spell up forever.”\n\n\nSMACK!\n\n\nOsbern delivered another smack, right on top of the already red mark. Norla cried out in pleasure as he grabbed her with both hands, pushing the last bit into her.\n\n\n“YES!” Norla screamed out.\n\n\nOsbern started to push in and out of her, going faster and faster. He watched in delight as his restraints kept her in place. Faster and faster, he fucked her, opening her pussy up to greedily accept his cock.\n\n\n“Norla, you feel amazing.” He said huskily, grabbing at one of her massive breasts. “I don’t know how long I can last.”\n\n\n“I don’t care!” Norla grunted, feeling her body vibrate at every point. “I want it! I want you to cum! I’m close Osbern! Grab my hair and cum inside me!”\n\n\nOsbern let out a ragged breath and grabbed a bundle of her hair at the root. Pulling her head back, he felt Norla tighten as she screamed out in pleasure.\n\n\n“More! More! Fucking do it!” Shouted Norla as she slammed her ass back into Osbern’s crotch. “I need your valiant seed!”\n\n\nOsbern kept his hand firmly in place with a fistful of her hair as he began smacking her but repeatedly. Continuously fucking her, Osbern began to let out his shouts of pleasure as he felt something well up inside of him.\n\n\n“I’m gonna fucking cum,” He said, smacking her ass, leaving print after print. “Holy fuck.”\n\n\n“DO IT YOU FUCKING BASTARD! CUM WITH ME!”\n\n\nShaking at his own hips, Osbern grabbed onto her ass as hard as he could, thrusting deeper than before. With a few last mighty thrusts, Osbern let out a scream like a warrior’s cry.\n\n\n“NORLA!”\n\n\nOsbern exploded into her as he lost concentration on his magic. Norla fell flat onto the bed as Osbern shoved himself deep into her. Norla bit down onto her bedsheets, screaming in pleasure as Osberns cum sent her over the edge.\n\n\nOsbern gave a few more thrusts into the now prone Norla, making sure to cum as deep as possible. Norla’s pussy spasmed uncontrollably, tightening around his cock, making it impossible to pull out. Her whole body shook and convulsed as Norla came, squirting all over Osbern’s cock.\n\n\n“Osbern….” She moaned. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life.”\n\n\nOsbern collapsed onto her back, still inside her. Breathing raggedly, he wrapped his arms around her as best he could.\n\n\n“You’re amazing Norla.” He moaned, feeling himself become hard again.\n\n\nNorla also noticed as well and let out a ragged laugh.\n\n\n“You aren’t even close to done, are you?” She said, popping her neck muscles.\n\n\n“Hah… Nope.” Osbern laughed, knowing full well he was out of mana.\n\n\n“Good. Because it’s my turn little man.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: We've all seen vloggers. Lifestyle vloggers, mom vloggers, travel vloggers. Introducing a slut vlogger! Follow the days in the life of a self proclaimed slut.
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"content": "Jessica stood naked in her bathroom, touching up her makeup and straightening her hair. The morning sunlight streaming in illuminated her perfect 20 year old body, her tight ass, bald pussy and perky D-cup tits all lit with a golden hue. Once she was satisfied with her appearance she turned and walked back to her bedroom.\r \n\r \nThere was a man in her bed. He looked like a god of Thunder. Blonde shoulder length hair, blue eyes, blonde stubble covering a strong chin. Heavily muscled. The bedsheet was covering him from the torso down.\r \n\r \nJessica started to give him instructions.\r \n\r \n“Ok, so, you pretend to be asleep and I’ll give my intro, I’ll give them a bit of info about what we did last night, give you a review and then I’ll wake you up with a blowjob and you tell them how much you like it, ok?”\r \n\r \n“Sounds great!” \r \n\r \n“Um, your name is Chuck right?”\r \n\r \n“Chad!” He responded brightly “It’s ok, I know you’re with a lot of guys, must be tough keeping all the names straight. I just want to say it’s an honor to wake up in your bed. I’m a big fan of your show, and last night was incredible, it was the best sex I’ve ever had!”\r \n\r \nJessica beamed at him “Oh, honey, that's so sweet. I can tell you, I know a lot of guys watch this, but so do a lot of local sluts. After they watch me review you, you’re going to get plenty of action. Now, eyes closed”\r \n\r \nJessica turned on her camera, mounted on a tripod pointing towards the bed, then made her way into the bed and pulled the bedsheets on her side up to cover her tits. She strategically placed the sheet to show bare skin down her right side, to show that she was naked without showing any actual banned nudity. She took a second to compose herself, then waved at the camera and started to talk softly\r \n\r \n“Hey everyone! It’s your favorite slut Jessica here with another after action report.\r \n\r \nSo, at the end of my last video it took me 11 seconds to get Brandon to cum, so there were a lot of low guesses but no one that low. The closest guess was Kaylee69 with 15 seconds, so congrats Kaylee, you won the chance to make a lesbian make out video with me on my onlyfans!\r \n\r \nAs you can see last night was a successful hunt. I met Chad here in the Blue door, which is a really cool club on Mayfair street. Um, I can confirm that Chad is a gentleman, he approached me and asked if he could buy me a drink. After that we went dancing, and I got my grind on! That was my first introduction to Chad’s dick.\r \n\r \nLadies, Chad has an excellent dick. I’m talking pornstar quality dick here, if he’s ever looking to explore that career he has the option. He’s totally bald down there, as you know I prefer it trimmed but that’s not a deal breaker. I measured him last night and he’s 8 inches long and his circumference is about 6.5 inches, so that’s good and big. He hit all my spots. He’s not quite Enrico, who we had on a few months ago, but believe me, if you’re a size queen you’ll be happy with Chad.\r \n\r \nSo, um, back to the recap. Once I felt his dick I had to give it a test run there and then, so we went out to the alley next to the club and I bent over and he fucked me. We didn’t use condoms because neither of us were packing, oops, but like I said, he’s a gentleman, he pulled out.\r \n\r \nWe danced and drank and we ended up back here, obviously, and we had sex two more times. Each time I had multiple orgasms, I had three the first time and two the second time, um, so that makes six orgasms with one in the alley. The first time we fucked here we started missionary, um, you know with my ankles on his shoulders. He got so fuckin deep ladies. Then, we switched to me on top and he came in my mouth, and I swallowed cos you all know I love to drink cum. The second time, he fucked me doggy and he came on my ass and back. Again, we didn’t use condoms because, like I said, he’s a gentleman and I trusted him to pull out, so no morning after pill for me this morning, Yay!\r \n\r \nSo yeah, overall I’d give Chad a 8/10 for Manners, 9/10 for dick (I can’t rate another guy 10 after Enrico, sorry Chad), 8/10 for performance and, look at him you naughty sluts, he's gorgeous, 10/10 for looks. So overall, I’d rate Chad 35/40, ladies if you see Chad out and you get the chance to fuck him, you will not be disappointed if you do.\r \n\r \nOk, so, I think it’s time to wake him up with a blowjob. Let’s see how long it takes me to get him off. There’s a special prize this week, Chad has agreed to fuck whichever lady gets the closest answer, so guesses in the comments and I’ll announce the winner on the next episode”\r \n\r \nJessica smiled at the camera and disappeared under the sheet. The video picked up her head bobbing up and down under the sheets. Chads eyes opened and he smiled at the camera."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When some asshole starts harassing your girlfriend, you do what any good boyfriend would do and punch him out. you never expected him to actually go down; you never expected his girlfriend to throw herself at you; you certainly never expected your girlfriend to tell you to go for it!
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"content": "Marek eyed his beer, half empty. He gazed off the concrete balcony at people walking out of the train station across the road. Twisted people, shadows too long, barbed and hooked, tufts of black fur sprouting from their clothes, the harsh vowels and curses they hurled at each other. He put the bottle down and took a container from his pocket, tapping a tablet out and placing it under his tongue. His nose curled at the bitter taste that started to fill his mouth.\r \nA hand, gentle and smooth rested on his shoulder.\r \n“Not drinking?” asked Claire.\r \nHe glanced at her, the soft glow radiating out of her cheeks, dazzling eyes that could cut through shadow. He smiled and pecked her cheek. She nodded in understanding. He gazed at the warm light, her hair cast about her and flowing on the wind. He tongued the tablet into his molar and crunched down.\r \n\\-\r \n“This is the Sarah I told you about.” said Claire.\r \nHe looked up from the table of cards, the woman glowed gold, a twin of Claire. He smiled knowing instantly that he was going to get along with her. He flicked his hand through a rapid series of gestures.\r \n“He said… she has told me you are a terrible influence but I don't believe it… Pleased to meet you.”\r \nMarek rose and waited for Claire to finish, taking Sarah’s hand and shaking it with a smile. There was a shade coiling up behind Sarah, the gloomy shadows of the room came into focus, gripped and tugged along in the aberrations heels. His hand rested on Sarah’s shoulder heavily, infecting her. Black veins webbed down her neck like ink injected into her skin. The light in her started to dim, the smile leaving her face, downcast away from the creature.\r \nMarek offered a tight polite smile, his free hand tapping the pill bottle in his pocket. The shadow glared at Marek's hand holding Sarah’s.\r \nHis face tore in two, one remaining on Marek’s hand, the other pulling Sarah’s face to his own for a kiss.\r \n“This is Derek, her partner.”\r \nMarek’s hand left the pill bottle, flicking through a quick gesture for Claire.\r \n“I don’t like him.” he said.\r \n“Marek says he is pleased to meet you.”\r \n“Are you deaf or just dumb?” said one face, the other oozing down Sarah’s arm, eyes burning into the hand that still held hers.\r \n“Marek is just mute, he can hear fine… sometimes too well.” she said with a nervous laugh.\r \nBoth of Derek’s faces glared at Marek.\r \n“Can I have her back… or should I grab your bitch too?” he said, nodding to Marek's hand.\r \nSarah slid around Marek, tendrils of black snapping between them. His fist pushing through the shadows that curled toward him, they were cut with a flash of color. Derek's tanned skin rippled with a spray of spit. His head lolled back while his feet struggled to catch him. He crashed down on the card table catapulting bottles and glasses in an arc of mess and fluids across the floor.\r \nMarek blinked rapidly, the world alternating through shades until it snapped to colour. He signed ‘we should go’.\r \n“Sorry, I shouldn’t drink,” said Claire in her translator intone.\r \n“Can I come with you?” asked Sarah.\r \nClaire looked at Marek, the gold starting to return to her eyes, she took Sarah’s hand and they went ahead through the clearing of the apartment. Marek eyed Derek, the black oil seeping out of him into the carpet, he dashed between the closing crowd following the pair out.\r \n\\-\r \nClaire slid into the drivers side of their ute, Marek in the passenger seat about to slide over when Sarah came down on his lap. She offered an apologetic glance at Claire.\r \nClaire waved it off. “Don’t worry about it, he is comfortable.”\r \nMarek signed. ‘General apologies, derek was black, sarah is gold’\r \n“Marek is sorry for punching your boyfriend… he is alone in this sentiment because I’m not at all sorry.” said Claire as she pulled out of the apartment building's basement.\r \nSarah wriggled into his lap, her hand resting on his chest. Light was being drawn out of his skin, pulled through his clothing and filling hers, her glow slowly returning as her smile came back. She nuzzled down into Marek's neck.\r \n‘Does this bother you?’ signed Marek.\r \n“It’s not a problem… if you want to stay with us Sarah.” said Claire.\r \nSarah’s light bloomed, her arm drawing up around Marek’s shoulder and curling into his chest. His hand rested on the seat beside himself when Claire smirked, shaking her head. She released the gearshift and lifted his hand onto her legs. Marek drew Sarah close, feeling her calm down in his firm hold. His free hand eased down to his pocket, hesitating at the tablets… he popped one free and brought it to his lips.\r \n“What are those?” asked Sarah.\r \n“Viagra.” said Claire with a smirk. “... Kidding, he gets heartburn when he drinks.”\r \nMarek’s arm pulled around the small of Sarah’s back, pulling her close, she nuzzled into his neck. Her lips sounding wet and lingering close to his skin. She kissed his neck gently but played it off as the car rocking.\r \nHer golden face came into view as it pulled in two, the second looking up at him, it whispered quietly but Claire didn’t react as it spoke.\r \n“You saved me, keep me close, don't let me go. I’m afraid of being alone.”\r \nA street light glared through the window blinding them. Sarah had a line of mascara running down her cheek, breathing softly against his neck as she slept.\r \n\\-\r \nMarek carried Sarah inside, face resting against his chest, the other looking up at him, eyes pleading. She was pretending to be asleep but nobody minded. Claire went ahead opening doors and dimming lights, leading him toward the bedroom. He started to lower her down to the bed when she broke the act. Her hand tugged on his shirt. “Don’t leave me alone.” she said.\r \n“This is our bed.” said Claire. “... you won't be sleeping alone.”\r \nThe tension and worry left her face, her tight grip easing though it still tugged him down toward her.\r \nClaire nodded to the door. Marek eased himself out of Sarah’s hold and followed Claire out of the room, they stood in eyeshot of Sarah, signing to each other.\r \n“Is she going to be ok?” asked Claire.\r \n“Most of the barbs are out. He didn’t get too deep.”\r \n“Anything suspicious?”\r \n“Gold all the way.”\r \n“How many have you had?”\r \n“2 tonight.”\r \n“No more, I'd rather you kept your eyes open.”\r \n“She wants to sleep with me.”\r \n“Understable, me too.” she said with a smirk.\r \nMarek eyed her.\r \n“Solong as she stays gold… I would say I’m ok with *sharing* but that sounds wrong, it sounds like i'm missing out but… I don't know...” her second face turned to Sarah, a soft smile starting to glow through her skin. “Seems like there would be more with her, not less.”\r \nMarek’s eyes lingered on her glowing smile, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from it back to the conversation. “Shower and sleep?” he asked.\r \n“You go, I’ll get her changed out of her party clothes.”\r \nMarek leaned in close, the hallway lighting up as she held his kiss."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Whenever anyone rang a ceramic bell, she felt an irresistible craving for come and desire to suck cock well up inside of her. She tried to act like it bothered her, but she loved the incredible climax she'd get when she swallowed, and her friends loved watching her blush and try to resist...
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"content": "*For fuck's sake.*\n\nMy name is Samyntha Oakheart, adventurer, mercenary, and I have a problem.\n\nEver since we took down that sorceress, I've had this problem. I know it was her, she took a special disliking to me ever since we kicked down the door to her fortress and slayed her favourite imp. It was foolish of us to ask if she had any last words, because of course she did - the last thing she did was lay a curse on me.\n\nSo here we are, me and my adventuring party, here in this tavern on a slow afternoon between adventures. They haven't taken this curse thing seriously, especially as I'm the only one it affects. The ale is flowing, and they're looking for something fun to do... So of course, out comes the bell, and all eyes on me.\n\nI can't help it, that's the point of the curse! From the moment that bell tolls, it's all downhill.\n\nI see her raising the bell - that's Alys, our archer, who thinks it's *very* funny - and hear the chime as she brings it down. Immediately, I get the feeling.\n\nAll of a sudden, my mouth feels very empty, and my tongue desires the taste of something salty...\n\nIt's so overwhelming. They're laughing already at my expression, but the sensation is overpowering. We're an all-female adventuring party, so...\n\nI can't stand the ache in my jaw, the feeling of something missing. I look over and beckon the young bartender over to us. It's a quiet afternoon, so there are no barmaids working yet. The only staff is this young man, the son of the owner, from the looks of him he's seen only nineteen summers.\n\nHe comes over with a shy smile, and I simply can't stop myself. Right then and there, I leapt for him on the barroom floor. Straight out of my chair and onto my knees, I've untied the rope-belt around his breeches before he can even react. \n\n\"What are you--?!\" He splutters, dropping the dishcloth that had been in his hands. He looks down at me, wide-eyed, and I look up at him with unabashed *hunger*. Thanks to that bell, I *need* this.\n\nI don't consider myself to be an unattractive lady. Sure, my profession might be unusual for a woman, but my soft brunette hair and deep blue eyes and small smattering of freckles says otherwise. And *he* certainly doesn't think I'm a monster, because he doesn't stop me. Or maybe he's just too shy to, he has that kind of energy. \n\nMy horny brain is pleased by the goods as I pull it out of his breeches. It's a good size, and good thickness, and he's not even hard yet. He's got a mane of brown hair around his manhood, and his balls look heavy and full. \n\nWith the cursed hunger, I wrap my lips around his cock and start massaging it in my mouth. It quickly perks up and engorges, a sensation I have recently learned to love. I can hear the girls behind me laughing and jeering and egging me on, their voices emboldened by the ale.\n\nThe poor young man is staring down at me, looking confused but appreciative. His hands hover over my head, as though he'd like to grab my hair but is worried that if he touches me he'll wake up or something. I reach up and take his hand, and guide it to my head. The sooner he reaches climax, the sooner the curse will wear off - for now.\n\nHe's letting out these cute little moans as I suck and slurp on his shaft. He's nice and hard now, so I let it slide out of my mouth and stroke it while I duck my face lower to lap at his hairy balls. They taste slightly salty, of sweat no doubt, and the slightly salty taste drives my senses wild. I need more. \n\nMy girls are watching me and hollering loudly. One of them asks if we can get a free round of drinks in if I swallow all of his seed, and the young barman groans and nods eagerly. I think he'd've signed his whole inheritance away right now if someone had asked him.\n\nI can feel his body tensing. From the way he looks at me, I'm willing to bet no-one has ever tasted his sausage before. I'd go so far as to say he's never even known a woman before, biblically speaking. Nope, all he's known before is the pleasure his own hand brings. \n\nWith gusto, I slide his shaft back into my mouth, and press it all the way inside until my nose is buried in his shaggy mane. I look up at him and give him a cheeky wink, and that clinches it.\n\n\"I'm gonna--!\" He manages to shout, but I can already feel it spurting out and straight down my throat. Oh Goddess, it's *bliss*; I feel it happen to me too, the now-familiar sensation of a wall of ecstasy crashing through me at the same time, and we both shudder as divine, carnal pleasure washes over us. Every pulse of his seed down my throat refreshes the pleasure, and I feel my eyes roll back as I nearly gag on his seed.\n\nBut all good things must come to an end, and his ejaculation slows and ceases, and so does mine. I pull his cock out of my mouth and open wide, to show him that I did indeed swallow everything he had to give me. He stares at me open-mouthed as I stand up - he's an inch or two shorter than myself, who'd have guessed.\n\nThere's a pregnant pause for a moment, before the young barman starts to get to his knees in front of me. Bless him, he wants to return the favour! That's novel! I reach down and stop him, pulling him back to his feet.\n\n\"Just the drinks will do, thanks,\" I say. He nods, and bounds off back to the bar, a spring in his step. I return to my seat in the booth, with my friends laughing and congratulating me.\n\nI'm done, for now. At least, until the bell tolls once again..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Writers choice! Anything involving a female protagonist who ends up working a day fully in the nude, in a fairly public mixed-gender setting interacting with people (perhaps customers?) all day. Not her idea, and she's not sure what to think about it, but it's her decision (it's consensual).
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"content": "Sarah looked at the skintight bodysuit and rolled her eyes, she hated the stupid thing! Light and breathable my arse… she watched the other girls slip into theirs and huffed to herself.\n\n“Quick Sarah… you can’t go out there nude!”\n\nShe smiled at that thought… there wasn’t a rule saying she couldn’t. She ran her thumb over the nylon, a coarse unpleasant shiver running down her neck. She dropped the little one piece and stepped into line.\n\n“Sarah what the fuck!” whispered a voice behind her. Alice in front cast her a quick glance. The doors opened and she stepped out catching the tail end of Ms Rhokine's shouting.\n\n“...tonight or we’re fucked! No breaks, just get it done!” she shouted before storming out of the room.\n\nThe pace of the girls quickened, maintaining formation as they threaded between the rows of benches and came to a stop in a long line, angling in alternating 45’s to the left or the right. She felt her cheeks warm as eyes ran along the line and lingered on her. Maybe she fucked up.\n\nDesigners darted down the line, grabbing wrists and hauling away models toward their respective stations.\n\nA man lingered beside her… a point of still and calm in the ocean of chaos, a thumb to his chin as his eyes ran over her face and down her body. His shoulders broad, hands strong and ill suited to the craft.\n\n“Turn” said his firm voice.\n\nShe rotated 90 to her left and gave him her mirrored profile, eyes frozen on the far wall.\n\n“You’re a natural redhead then.” he said, a blush running into her cheeks once the implication sank in. He smiled, studying her close, eyes on her face while he nodded to himself. “Hrmm… that is perfect!”\n\nHe didn’t grab her, instead offering a hand. She took it and was guided away, briskly in a rapid walk through grabbing and tutting designers, the occasional ‘ow’ of a model. Two assistants stood, eyebrows cocked from a currently unused table. They looked down Sarah like they were tallying up the value of her organs.\n\n“Green I assume?” said one.\n\nThe designer gestured to a taped X on the floor and she quickly stood on it, throwing the hair from her face and standing like she was frozen mid casual admiration of a chandelier.\n\n“Green, we’re keeping her hair as it is… maybe a little more curl. Ruffles and scarves… something that looks warm to contrast her alabaster.” he mused. An assistant pushed bolts of cloth haphazardly off the table and started hauling out shades of rich emeralds.\n\nHe sat, staring at her, one hip on the table, frustration in his face as his eyes ran down the half complete first attempt. He glanced from his sketch to her face.\n\n“Aren’t you cold?” whispered the assistant ‘A’ to her side.\n\n“It’s cold where I’m from.” she whispered while barely moving her lips.\n\n“Still…” said ‘B’ as he had dubbed them. “...I don’t think it’s the cold that would bother me.” she said. Holding up the dress infront of her, their arms must have been getting tired.\n\n“They’re all gay, what does it matter?” whispered Sarah.\n\nThere was a moment of silence, she peeked and saw a smirk on their faces.\n\n“Should we tell her?” asked A, a laugh peeking through her voice.\n\n“You can have the honours.” said B but Sarah had already guessed. She stood bare… like she was mid step on a winter's day, frozen in time. Her eyes glanced at him and felt the warmth rising up from her chest, flushing red as the realisation hit her… he looked over her body, a smile forming and nodding to himself… oh god, he was straight!\n\n“Perfect! It’s perfect. I don’t know why I doubted it! We should continue.” he announced to a sigh from everyone. A and B happy they could stop displaying the dress, annoyed they ever had to.\n\nThe table became a hum of movement once more, feet darting about, holding material to her body and measuring her quickly, reading off numbers as the day began to blur past again.\n\nSarah rolled her shoulders and sat perched against the bench, sipping only slightly at a water bottle between breaths on her vape.\n\n“Interesting choice of jewellery.” he mused.\n\nShe felt her cheeks blush, glancing down to him at her side, his finger’s rapidly feeding cloth into a machine.\n\n“They… they’re removable.”\n\n“I assumed so.”\n\n“Would you li-”\n\n“Keep them.” he said, glancing up to see her blush. He nodded to himself, musing. “... that’s what it is.”\n\nShe risked asking. “What is?”\n\n“Your blush, it contrasts perfectly with the dress. Can you blush on command?”\n\n“I don’t th-” she started.\n\n“Does it amplify the sensation during sex?” he asked.\n\nShe felt her face aflame, picturing his hands curling into her hair, his lips lingering by hers… she closed her eyes tight, shaking the image loose. “Apparently I can.” she said.\n\n“Sorry to be inappropriate.” he said.\n\n“It is quite alright.” she said.\n\n“In that case might I compliment your choice of rosegold.”\n\n\\-\n\n“Lovely work in spite of your… inadequacies.” said Ms Rhokine as she glanced down Sarah’s… John’s dress.\n\n“One moment, Sarah, what lovely piercings you have.” John said.\n\nShe kept the smirk out of her expression but… she wasn’t blushing… she knew he didn’t mean it and she was fully clothed, shit!\n\nRhokine raised an eyebrow at him. “...I tolerate your being here.”\n\nShe walked to the next dress. A lump started to ache in Sarah’s throat, she had fucked up… humiliated him. He wore the blush she couldn’t conjure, his assistants cringed and looked away. He stood, receiving the smirks, more naked than she had been.\n\nRhokine left the hall without a glance back at John.\n\n“I’m sorry.” she mouthed but he looked away, head bowed, staring at his sketch on his table. She stepped quickly but carefully to his side while other designers congratulated themselves or packed up their stations.\n\nShe stood by his side, she wanted to hug him or say that she liked it but she was a model and there was a distance to respect.\n\nHe tore the page out, she was about to ask if she could have it but it crumpled into a ball and rolled across the bench.\n\nHe gestured toward her. “Take it off.”\n\nA approached her with a pair of scissors.\n\n“But she didn’t say you couldn’t show it.” said B.\n\n“It’s not what I… needed it to be.”\n\n“We just need me to blush.” said Sarah.\n\n“It’s not you, I shouldn’t have based this on something as fleeting as a flush.”\n\n“Then make me blush dammit!” she snapped, hands flicking to her mouth to catch the words. He eyed her, his mouth musing over something. He took the ball of his sketch and smoothed it flat.\n\n“Get scissors.” he said.\n\n\\-\n\nSarah was aflame, her heart fluttering and threatening to float out of her chest… It was terrifying and perfect. The cool breeze eased the heat that bloomed over her but reminded her of the modifications to her dress.\n\nShe walked forward when the hand flicked, stepping out in 7th place at the start of the show. The eyes turned to her one at a time and remained until she had stolen all attention from the leading and following dresses. The cool breeze running over her naked sex in the butchered dress that revealed her breasts and clit piercing to the world. She couldn’t ease the blush no matter what she thought or where she looked, it was perfect. Gasps sounded, hands rising to mouths as they watched.\n\n“Daring!” “Bold.” “Risque!” where whispered.\n\nShe held her chin high eyes forward but searched the crowd in her periphery for who she wanted to see. John stood, nervous and worried, Ms Rhokine beside him with a smile slowly crossing her lips."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her new job put her in some pretty skimpy clothing. She hadn't realized just how much fun it would be to tease her friend, or how inspired she'd be to give them a little "relief", afterward...
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"content": "She blew a hot breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. It had been a long day, and she was debating on if she had enough spoons to get changed before one of her best friends came over for dinner. \n\n\n*No* She thought as she shook her head. And he wouldnt care, at least she hoped he didnt. The short black shorts scrunched in the back, and the crop top dipped so low at the front that she'd had a hard time finding a bra that wasnt going to be visable. It wasnt something she was entirely comfrotable in, but it was what her work demanded of her. \n\n\nA moment later and a knock sounded at the door. A smile found her face easily and relief and ease flooded her veins. She loved her friend dearly, and his presence always helped her feel so much better. \n\n\nHis eyes went wide as he looked at her. She felt herself blush momentartily before a strange sense of thrill tore through her core. His eyes kept dipping, first to her toned legs, and then catching at the low v of the crop. He was having a very difficult time meeting her eyes. \"You look....wow.\" He breathed, and she blushed, the redness creeping down her neck and she watched his throat bob. \n\n\n\"Come on in.\" She smiled, carefully closing the door behind him and leaning in for a hug. \n\n\nHe was stiff. Almost robotic as his arm reached around her for a much shorter hug than would normally occur between the two. \n\n\nShe sauntered over to the kitchen, swinging her hips just a little bit as she walked. Knowing his gaze was firmly planted on her backside. \n\n\n\"Are you hungry?\" Her voice was a little lower than normal, slightly more husky as she rounded the kitchen bench and lent forward on her elbows, squishing her tits together and providing a much larger view down her crop top. \n\n\n\"Uh..\" He stammered, and she smirked. \"Yeah. I mean. Yes. Please.\" He cleared his throat and looked away, quickly retreating to one of her kitchen chairs to hide the discomfort of the tightness of his pants. \n\n\nShe moved quickly, turning the oven on and bending over deeply to place the pasta in the oven. Positioning herself in such a way that he would be able to see how tight and short her shorts were, how much of her they revealed. \n\n\nThe oven door closed with a large bang, and she felt him jump, scared out of his trance of staring at her. She had never left like this before, had never been much for voyerism, but this thrill of having him look at her like that. Knowing that he wanted her, was enough to have her insides molten and biting her bottom lip. \n\n\n\"Do you want some help?\" Her eyes dipped to the edge of the table, where his prominent problem was hidden. \n\n\nHe laughed, shifting. \"Arent I meant to ask you that?\" A hand ruffled through his hair, red staining his cheeks. \n\n\nShe moved closer, hovering just in front of him as she peered down. He had tried to squish himself tighter into the table, trying to refrain from making it obvious how much this new outfit was doing to him. \n\n\nShe sucked on her bottom lip thoughtfully. Toying with letting him sit in his discomfort for a little bit longer. Just to continue to tease him, to continue to see that look in his eyes whenever she bent forward and gave him a glimpse down her shirt or up her shorts. \n\n\nBut she wasnt that cruel. \n\n\n\"I could help with that.\" She motioned to the table vaguely. \"Since I caused the problem, I should help solve it, afterall.\" She smirked. \n\n\nHe blushed and she saw his legs squeeze together slightly. His body wanted badly to say yes. His breathing quickened and he went to open his mouth but she was there. \n\n\nShe bent down slowly, carefully. Letting him get the full view down her shirt to see her lovely full breats and perked nipples before she was on her knees before him. Legs slightly seperated and head tilted expectantly. \n\n\nHis body moved before his mind commanded it. The screech of the chair moving backwards was all the sound he could hear other than the blood rushing to his head as he stood, the tent in his pants just above where she now knelt. \n\n\nShe fluttered her eyelashes at him, and long, deft fingers hooked into his waist band and pulling. She licked her lips as she stared at him before wrapping her slim fingers around his base and giving him a good tug.\n\n\nHe groaned and thrust into her hand slightly, his eyes snapping shut for a moment to revel in the feeling before his hungry eyes found hers millimemeters from his cock. Her tongue flicked out tasting the tip of him and he shuddered, gripping onto the table behind him. \n\n\nShe grabbed his hand, prying it from the table and placing it on the high pony tale sitated at the top of her head before she sucked him into her mouth in earnest. Gentle teeth teased at his head as she bobbed there momentarily, keeping eye contact with him as she did so. She was waiting for him, waiting for his hunger to become too much to bear. \n\n\nShe did not have to wait long. \n\n\nHis fingers curled in her hair and gently pushed her down his cock, a hiss escaping through his mouth as she slid him down her throat easily. In and out she sucked, his groans the only sound in the small room before a hand found his family jewels. \n\n\nShe squeezed gently, pulling and squeezing in turn as he head bobbed up and down his shaft, her other hand on the base of his cock, pumping steadily. She blinked up at him, almost encouraging. \n\n\n\"Fuck I...\" He moaned, and couldnt resist the urge to push her further, faster, up and down her mouth and hand moved and she continued to squeeze him greedily. Her mouth was almost touching his pelvis as he thrusted in and out of her mouth at speed. \n\n\nShe could feel his body constricting, getting ready to deliver. She pumped him a few more times before pulling back with her mouth and letting the sticky white substance fall over the tops of her exposed breasts. \n\n\nThey stared at one another for a moment, her smirking up at him, still on her knees with his cum finding its way down her crop top and between her breasts, and him panting quietly, still shocked at what had just occured. \n\n\nHe was about to apologies, say something to quench the slight awkwardness he was feeling when the oven alarm sounded. \n\n\nSlowly she stood, excentuating that lovely ass of hers as she did so. Even though he was already spent his eyes snapped back there and he felt a throb deep in his loins at the sight. \n\n\nPerhaps, he thought to himself as he sat back at the kitchen table and watched her serve up dinner for the two of them, perhaps she would give him another problem that they needed to solve, together."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's late night at the gym. Theres only you and an attractive, athletic woman working out. You're both working up a sweat, and she catches you admiring her. "Care to spot me?" she says, as she removes her shorts. "I could use a partner."
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"content": "One of my favorite parts of the day is hitting the gym. It can be stressful being an investment banker, especially with the economic uncertainties we face nowadays. Even more so when your boss is a repulsive sack of shit who demands better than perfection. My evening regimen really helps relieve the day’s stress with weight lifting, running, and a quick steam before showering. I’m usually the last one there, and the gym manager has even grown accustomed to having me lock up when I go. Tonight, however, there is a straggler.\n\n\nI size her up from across the gym. She looks to be just over five feet tall, and a brunette. Her ponytail dangles between her shoulder blades as she finishes a set of curls, biceps straining as she lifts the thirty pound weights over and over. She watches herself in the mirror spanning the wall, grimacing with every lift. Her big, brown eyes examine every inch of herself, monitoring her form as the dumbbells rise and fall. Sweat glimmered on her chest and midsection, staining into the violet sports bra she was wearing. I found my eyes lingering on the rounded shape of her ass, the tight, yellow yoga pants straining over her glorious mounds of flesh.\n\n\nA hardness began to grow in my own shorts, and I forced myself to look away. I struggled to focus on my own workout, which really didn’t take much focus anyway. My treadmill run was in the cooldown stage, and I was doing little more than briskly walking as the erection thumped against my thighs. I hazarded a cautious glance back to the final occupant of the gym, and was surprised to see her obvious attempt to quickly look away. My curious gaze remained on her as she set the weights back on the rack, arching her back more than necessary as she bent over. Her eyes returned to me in the mirror’s reflection.\n\n\nWe stared at each other as the treadmill continued to slow down, my silky shorts doing next to nothing to conceal my building desire. This unknown woman smirked at me, and used one hand to flip her hair back as she drank from a water bottle. She allowed a quick gush of water to splash against her throat, the cold liquid beading up and rolling down her well toned body. I nearly tripped on the treadmill as I watched her giggle at me in the mirror. She stood there, allowing my eyes to travel down the soft frame of muscle around her navel, her thick, powerful thighs in their skin-tight leggings, and back up over her perfect, bubble ass. My eyes rested on the bare stretch of flesh of her back, the glistening patch between her pants and top.\n\n\nShe turned around, either in slow motion or just a trick of my mind. I realized the treadmill had powered off as she passed in front of me, heading from the weight rack to the powerlifting/squat section of the small gym. Her head turned as she walked away, wide hips swaying with every step. The voice streaming from her lips was graceful, and laced with an English accent.\n\n\n“Care to spot me?” she asked.\n\n\nI stumbled off the treadmill and practically ran to where she stood, at the weights arranged against the wall. She took a 35 pound plate and slid it onto one side of the bar set on the squat cage, and I placed a twin plate on the other side. We added another two pairs of 30 pound plates, and a pair of 25. She secured her side with a clamp, and I followed suit. I watched this woman, well over a foot shorter than myself, take position in the cage, her hands gripping the 40 pound bar as she balanced it on her back. Her shoulders tensed under the increased pressure, and I guided her back. My hands were at the ready as she squatted low, her thighs flexing noticeably beneath the thin fabric of her yoga pants. Her ass pushed out, rounded cheeks stretching her pants to their limit. She grunted as she pushed back up, then stood on her toes before lowing back onto her feet. I helped her secure the bar back onto the cage, and stood back as she turned to face me.\n\n\n\"Always just in the way,\" she scolded.\n\n\nI began to move away, and almost apologized, but was left speechless when she kicked off her shoes. She began sliding her tight pants down, revealing more and more of herself to me, my manhood growing to full mast as her strong legs came into view. Her pants rolled down her calves, and she kicked her feet from them before stepping back under the bar. I was too busy admiring her bare ass to take position behind her, and she cleared her throat at me.\n\n\n\"Care to spot me with _more_ than just your eyes.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A new disease has emerged. It's effects? Anyone infected will gradually turn into a succubus
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"content": "Crossing one leg over the other, Marie sat on the beach. This was supposed to be her vacation, her break from her monotonous work life, and now - this. She could even tell exactly when she had caught it: yesterday, during the boat trip along the jungle. It had been warned about the insects, but for that she had worn a net... Only that she had had a hole on her back. Unconsciously, her hand wandered between her legs, pushing the bikini aside as she thought like this. Lightly she lifted one thigh, yes, just like that-.\n\n*Stop!*, she shouted at herself in thought as she noticed herself, and quickly withdrew her hand. Surely this couldn't be! Since she had woken up that morning, her nipples had been indispensably erect, and her vagina had been hot and wet. Twice she had satisfied herself in her cabin before going to the beach, once with her fingers, once with her vibrator. But even the slightest rubbing of fabric on her skin was enough to create anew a tingling sensation. A lust that wanted to be satisfied. That stole her vacation, that well-deserved break from the gray of her everyday life, damn it!\n\n\"Hey!\" suddenly called a voice behind Marie.\n\nHastily, she shifted her legs again, pressing her thighs together so her wetness wouldn't be quite so obvious. \"Hello?\"\n\nA girl with auburn hair stepped in front of Marie, and if she was allowed to remark so, with enviable body. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were nice and round, her bottom was curvy and smooth, and her hair fell soft and smooth like silk. She seemed to be about the same age as Marie.\n\n\"How are you?\" she asked.\n\n\"Fine, thank you,\" Marie replied in wonder. \\*What did she want from her?\n\n\"No... special feelings?\" asked the girl with auburn hair. *She has a perky face, like a little mouse,* Marie thought, as the girl promptly settled down next to her on the blanket.\n\n\"No, why do you ask?\" replied Marie seemingly indifferently. *What did she know? What was going on?*\n\n\"Oh, no reason. What if I do *that*?\" Promptly, the perky one poked a finger into her breast, very close to the nipple.\n\n\"Hey! Don't do that!\" snapped Marie, pushing her aside.\n\n\"Didn't it feel good, then?\"\n\n\"That's not even the question, you can't just touch me!\"\n\n\"But you liked it, didn't you?\"\n\nMarie remained silent. Yes, she had liked it. Warm waves had run over her body when she had been touched.\n\n\"I thought so. Would you like me to do more? You can always say stop...\"\n\nAgain Marie remained silent, thinking. Her old self would never have wanted that, but vice versa... She was on vacation, would just go back home, and what happened on the island would stay on the island. Anxiously, she nodded.\n\nWith a soft smile, the other girl began to rub her belly. Briefly Marie could still look into her brown eyes, which were deep and honest. Then she closed her eyes and sank into the sugary sweet fog that spread in her head. There was only you left in the world, and the hands that touched her... First in gentle circles on her stomach, then slowly higher and higher until they rubbed the undersides of her breasts. She suddenly didn't care about the wetness between Marie's legs, on the contrary, she welcomed it, and when the other girl let some fingers wander under Marie's bra, she couldn't help moaning-.\n\n\"We should go back to my cabin,\" the girl said suddenly, pulling her hands back. \"There are too many people here.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Marie breathed, and stumbled after the girl, who walked with jaunty steps toward a small rental cottage.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n^(continue down below)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The pirates who kidnapped the princess didn't count on just how powerful her magic was. Fortunately for them, she was in the mood for some adventure...
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"content": "\"Ah, the foul pirate captain finally shows himself. Are you here to ravish me, you brute?\"\n\n\"Ravish you? Of course not. You're a valuable hostage. So long as your father pays the ransom I won't harm one hair on your head.\"\n\nPrincess Seranel von Dracoi was looking surprisingly clean, for someone who had spent the night sleeping on the floor of the brig. Her dress might have been a bit torn, but there wasn't a speck of dirt on it, and her blonde hair didn't have a single strand out of place. Her lips were blood red, and her green eyes were accentuated by... eyeshadow?\n\n\"Are you wearing *makeup?*\" Captain Vrae asked.\n\n\"Oh, this? Just a cosmetic spell. It's not that powerful, but every princess should know something of the arts, right?\"\n\nThe captain frowned. He hadn't known that the princess could use *magic.* They didn't have any mage cuffs on board, either. Hopefully the princess didn't know any stronger spells, or they might be in trouble.\n\n\"Well, I'm sure your father will be happy to know we haven't spoiled your beauty,\" he said, poker faced.\n\nSeranel pouted as she watched the captain leave. That had been disappointingly polite. No matter, she had other tricks up her sleeve. These pirates would learn to take her seriously.\n\n---\n\n\"Alright, everyone. Sharpen up your biggest knives and get ready to look mean. Remember, we're a scary, unpredictable band of cutthroats. We need King Esrafel to think that if I lose my patience I might just *snap* and kill his daughter, or worse. But we don't actually want to hurt her or we won't get the ransom.\"\n\n\"My word, that sounds scary. Should I scream and cower when you put a knife to my throat?\" Princess Seranel said, standing behind him.\n\nCaptain Vrae turned around. \"Steve? Why is the princess out of her cell?\"\n\nOne of the pirates shrugged. \"I dunno. I locked the door and everything.\"\n\n\"I keep a lockpick hidden in my petticoat, just in case. I grew up in a big castle full of secrets, so I've always been a bit of an explorer.\"\n\nThe captain facepalmed. \"Alright, I can see we're going to have to take security more seriously around here. Search the princess thoroughly and... no wait, I have a better idea. Strip her naked so she can't hide any tools!\"\n\nSeranel smiled faintly. \"Well, if you insist.\"\n\n---\n\n\"Steve? Would you mind explaining why Princess Seranel is out of her cell, *again?*\"\n\n\"I dunno. I've been watching her this whole time. How'd she get out there?\"\n\nSeranel snapped her fingers and the illusion of her lounging around naked vanished. \"I *did* mention I have magic, no? Once I concealed my location, stealing the key was trivial.\"\n\n\"Oh, you think you're clever, do you? Let's see you escape *this.*\"\n\n---\n\n\"I must say, this is quite an improvement.\" The princess was naked and standing on her tiptoes, her arms tied above her head by a length of rope that went over a beam. \"In addition to being quite uncomfortable, being tied in place like this makes my illusions mostly useless. You also tied my ankles to further slow me down if I escaped.\"\n\nThe captain nodded. \"Right then, let's get back to planning that ransom.\"\n\nHe turned to walk away, but the princess continued. \"...of course, ropes are still quite vulnerable to basic kinetic spells. You really should use proper chains.\"\n\nCaptain Vrae turned back to see that Seranel had her arms and legs free. The rope lay in pieces around her feet. \"Damn it, girl, how many spells do you *have?*\"\n\n\"Oh don't give me that look, this is the only time I ever get to have fun. I'm learning all these spells but Dad says I'm still not qualified to be a battlemage!\"\n\n\"What do we do, captain?\" Steve was looking nervous. \"I dunno if we can keep a mage like her locked up.\"\n\n\"Do we have a choice? So long as she stays with us, we need to make the ransom deal or the king won't stop hunting us. If we have to play along with whatever game the princess is playing, so be it.\"\n\nHe whirled back towards the princess. \"And as for *you,* I don't know what it takes to keep you in a cell, but I am *going* to find out.\"\n\n---\n\nThe next day, Seranel was hogtied in her cell. Metal shackles held her arms firmly behind her back, and another pair held her ankles together. The shackles had their chains linked together, forcing her legs to fold behind her back. She lay on her stomach, not able to do much more than squirm around a little bit. As the finishing touch, they had stuffed a knotted handkerchief in her mouth, preventing her from taunting the captain like she usually did.\n\n*This is a bit more like it,* she felt. She could still cast a few spells while gagged and with her hands behind her back, but picking open a pair of iron cuffs with kinetic magic alone was far too complicated. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine she was helpless, at the mercy of whatever the pirates wanted to do to her.\n\nSerafel opened her eyes. Unfortunately, she was too smart to lie to herself. She knew exactly how she could escape, and it was impossible to fantasize like that. It was like reading a mystery book when you already knew the ending.\n\nShe focused her gaze on the guard outside, and channeled magic into her stare. Slowly, the pirate turned towards her. Their eyes met, and he jolted in shock.\n\n\"Oh no, I need to get you out of there!\"\n\nSteve quickly removed the cuffs and was just helping her to the door when Captain Vrae came into the room. *\"God damn it, Steve!\"*\n\n\"Charm magic, my dear captain, channeled through my gaze. Difficult to master, but quite useful for subtle work.\"\n\n\"You can cast spells with your eyes? Do I need to blindfold you, too?\"\n\n\"It might help, but I could channel with thoughts alone if I had to. Magic is ultimately an act of will. As long as I can focus my will, I can probably find a way to escape eventually.\"\n\nHe frowned, considering this. She said nothing, letting him think. *Come on, you're a cunning, ruthless pirate. You can figure this out!*\n\nThen Vrae's eyes narrowed, and he stalked forwards decisively. \"So I just need to do something to keep you from focusing on your spells, huh?\"\n\n\"Yes!\" She exclaimed. \"I mean... Oh no!\"\n\n---\n\nSerafel was once again bound and gagged. Her legs were bent double, with her ankles tied to her thighs, and her arms were twisted behind her back in a reverse prayer. Additional ropes formed a tight harness around her breasts and ran between her thighs, rubbing against her pussy whenever she moved. And most cruelly, a rope from her back to the ceiling kept her tilted forwards, keeping her weight on her knees. A black hood prevented her from seeing what was happening around her.\n\n\"Damn, boss, that looks like it hurts.\"\n\n\"I bet it does. The ropes digging into her skin, the weight on her knees, the hood stifling her... it's got to be impossible to focus on her spells right now.\"\n\nThe conversation was for her benefit, she realized. They were taunting her about how they had finally figured it out. She tried to push it aside and focus on escaping, slowly charging her body with magic to toughen it against pain.\n\nThe captain crouched down behind the princess and put his arms around her, squeezing her breasts. \"And she can't get too comfortable, because we can play with her body whenever we want.\"\n\nShe groaned into the gag at his touch, unable to resist. He tugged on the crotch rope with a finger, and she lost focus completely. Her half-complete reinforcement spell shattered and she suddenly felt the full strain of her predicament, groaning again with pleasure and pain. She squirmed helplessly, desperate to escape but unable to do anything. The Captain's hands moved lower, slowly probing around her pussy. \n\n\"She's getting wet. See, I told you she's enjoying this.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I was worried about hurting her, but I mean, she practically told us to do it to her.\"\n\nThe probing hands withdrew, making the princess whine with disappointment. \"Just so, Steve. I think we should leave her like this for another hour, just to make sure there's no fight left in her.\"\n\nHe whispered in the princess's ear. \"If you behave yourself, I might use you for something more fun when I get back.\" He gave Seranel one last caress, then walked off, leaving her to enjoy her bondage."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The alien symbiont meet her body devastatingly sexy. It also made her distractingly horny and filled her with insistent breeding urges...
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"content": "Cindy hated EVAs. So naturally, she was always chosen to take part in them.\n\nIt was a standard case. Minor impact on the starboard hull, needed a diagnostic check to determine what the offending object was and assess the extent of the damage. That was why Cindy and Dan were standing near the airlock, removing their regular uniforms to reveal the skintight cooling garment underneath. Dan took a moment to sneak a glance at Cindy's lithe body when he thought she wasn't looking. \n\"Sorry, sir,\" she said, \"but this docking bay is currently closed.\" \n\"I swear, you have eyes on the back of your fucking head or something,\" Dan said. \n\"Well, I suggest *you* keep *your* eyes on the mission. We have a job to do here, and I'd like to get it overwith as soon as possible.\" \n\"Just trying to ease the tension.\" \nCindy let out an amused groan. If it'd been anyone but Dan, she'd have slapped him without a second thought. But they'd been working together on this space station for months now, and she knew him well enough to realize he was legitimately just goofing around. They've long since loosened up their boundaries with each other, and he respects those boundaries she chose to maintain. \nCindy zipped up her pressure suit and picked up her helmet. \n\"Ready?\" she asked. \nDan picked up his helmet. \n\"Ready.\" \nThey put on their helmets together and stepped into the airlock, connecting the tethers to their waists. They heard the door close behind them, followed by the hiss of the air draining. The hatch in front of them opened up, and they climbed out into the vacuum of space. \n\"According to the computer,\" Dan said, \"the collision occurred a little ways over there.\" \nDan pointed to his left, towards the stern of the space station. \n\"Copy that,\" Cindy said, \"I'm moving out.\" \nCindy hopped across the ship's hull, making her way towards the place where Dan pointed. Before long, she spotted what looked to be a meteoroid, about 10cm in diameter, embedded in the metal exterior of the space station. There were some small cracks spider-webbing out from the impact site, and a small dish antenna was bent wildly out of shape, but the damage appeared to be minimal. \n\"Initial damage report.\" Cindy said into her com, \"Simple meteor strike. The outer hull has been breached, and bio-scanner 7G appears to be out of commission.\" \n\"Copy that,\" Dan replied, \"proceed with the examination, I'll be on my way to assist.\" \n\"Roger.\" \nCindy bent down and took a pair of tongs off of her belt. She grabbed onto the meteoroid and began to pull. It took a good bit of force, but the rocky object came out from the impact site with little incident, though Cindy did notice some small chunks of rock floating away from it. Setting the rock aside, she bent down to look into the hole. As she expected, the first interior wall was undamaged apart from some torn wires. \n\"We seem to have some electrical disconnections,\" she said, \"might need to do a systems check.\" \n\"Copy,\" Dan said, \"I'll relay that to Steve, get him right on that. Any other damage?\" \n\"Negative. That seems to be the extent of it.\" \n\"Great. I'm just about there. I'll tag you out, and you can bring that meteor back for analysis.\" \n\"Roger.\" \nCindy picked up the tongs and turned to see Dan hopping towards her. Giving him a nod, she made her way back to the hatch with the meteoroid, not noticing the small white tendrils probing the cracks in the surface.\n\nThe last thing Cindy remembered was locking back in with Dan. After he confirmed her assessment of the damage, he had come back to meet her in the airlock, closing the hatch behind them. She heard the air being pumped back into the lock, then saw the door open in front of her. They stepped through back into the space station proper, and she set the meteoroid down to remove her helmet and spacesuit. \n\"I'm gonna bring this rock to the lab,\" she said as she put her regular clothes back on, \"make sure it's nothing we should be concerned about.\" \n\"I can't imagine it would be,\" Dan said, \"but who knows what we could learn from that thing?\" \nCindy picked up the tongs and started moving through the corridor of the space station. As she made her way to the lab, however, she noticed something moving on the rock. Some kind of amorphous, white substance creeping along the rough surface. As she stopped to examine it, she noticed it moving up the metal of the tongs, getting closer and closer to her hand.\n\nAfter that, she lost consciousness.\n\nShe came back to in what she immediately recognized as the ship's medical bay, and saw Joan looking down at her, wearing a mask and scrubs. Cindy looked down and saw herself lying naked on an examination bed. \n\"What's going on?\" she asked. \n\"You've been unconscious for about an hour,\" Joan explained. \n\"And... and the meteor?\" \n\"Majel took it in for examination. Nothing about it seems off so far.\" \n\"What about the thing inside it?\" \n\"What?\" \n\"Before I passed out, I saw something crawl out from inside it. Like a white blob creature.\" \n\"That's strange.\" \nJoan pulled out her communicator. \n\"Majel, was there any sign of life inside of that meteoroid that Cindy brought back?\" \n*\"Nothing living inside of it,\"* the voice on the radio said, *\"but there are traces of some kind of biological matter inside.\"* \n\"I see,\" Joan turned back to Cindy, \"where did you see it last?\" \n\"It crawled out of the rock, then... tried climbing up to my arm. That's as far as I can remember.\" \n\"Well that's not good,\" Joan said, \"I'm gonna have to run a few tests.\" \nJoan ran over to a door marked with another medical sign, and Cindy felt something strange. It was as if some kind of liquid was moving inside of her abdomen, and surprisingly it felt somewhat arousing. Joan stepped back out from the door, holding some kind of white and blue device in her hand with a dangling spiral cord. \n\"I'm gonna give you a quick scan,\" Joan said, \"just to see if this... thing did anything to you.\" \nCindy nodded, and Joan pulled a small gun-like device out from the white machine. Cindy felt a pleasant tingle as Joan scanned her head to toe with the device. \n\"Well, the good news is that your vital signs all seem relatively normal,\" Joan said, \"but there is something odd about these readings.\" \n\"What is it?\" \n\"I'm detecting elevated levels of progesterone and hCG. You haven't started any new birth control regiments, have you?\" \n\"N-no...\" Cindy said. \n\"Well in that case, we should definitely do more tests and see--\" \nJoan was interrupted by Cindy groaning loudly as she slammed back down onto the bed, clutching her thighs as her hips began writhing. The movement inside of her intensified, and she felt a warmth all throughout her torso, particularly in her crotch. Joan watched with confusion and panic as Cindy's breasts began to swell up, going from mosquito bites to handfuls in the space of a minute. Cindy continued to thrash about, her hips in particular bucking against the air. She let out a deep groan of simultaneous pain and pleasure as she felt her hips widening. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling them press into each other as they plumped up. As the sensation finally died down and she stopped moving around, she felt a decidedly fatter ass than the one she used to have pressing against the bed, and her vagina was still on fire. \n\"Cindy...\" Joan said, \"are... are you alright?\" \n\"I... I think so...\" Cindy said, \"my body feels strange, though, and my pussy... oh, God, my pussy!\" \n\"Something's definitely wrong. Whatever that thing that touched you was, it... it's clearly had an unprecedented effect on your physiology. I've never seen that happen before.\" \nJoan and Cindy heard the door open, and Dan stepped in. \n\"Is everything alright?\" he asked, \"I heard about some commotion, and...\" \nDan's jaw went slack as he saw Cindy's new body. About the only parts he recognized were her arms and her face. Everything else had changed: her tits were now the size of basketballs, her ass not much smaller, and she now possessed an incredible pair of birthing hips. He even noticed a change in her scent, but quickly brushed it off. \n\"Cindy, what happened to you?\" \n\"I don't know! I just... changed, all of a sudden, and... and... I need your cock!\" \n\"What?!\" \n\"I need your cock, now! My pussy is aching, begging to be fucked. Please, fuck me!\" \n\"Cindy, don't be too hasty,\" Joan said, \"we still don't know what's happening to you.\" \n\"But I need it! Please, Dan! Help me, give me what I need!\" \nDan knew he shouldn't. Joan was right, there's no telling what effect it could have on either of them. But he couldn't stop himself from thinking that he needed to do what she said. How often is it that a voluptuous woman like that literally begs for your cock, after all? And he knew she wasn't exaggerating. He could smell how horny she was, and it was making him very horny, too. He ran over to the bed, undoing his pants as he went, and threw himself on top of Cindy. He jammed his cock deep into her soaked cunt, which seemed to open right up for him. He started to thrust his hips, and every muscle in Cindy's body relaxed. Dan put his hands on her chest, kneading the soft mounds of newly grown flesh as he fucked his friend. Cindy's tongue lolled out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back into her skull. Dan's cock wasn't exceptional in size, but somehow it was exactly what she needed. \n*God, this feels so good!* she thought, *It's like my entire pussy is nothing but clit!* \nShe felt the movement inside of her again, and started bucking her hips into Dan's, driving him even deeper into her. Dan's cock pulsed inside of her, growing harder than either of them thought was possible. Cindy felt every single ridge and vein of his member, and it quickly drove her over the edge. She moaned loudly as she came, her midsection filling with a pleasant warmth as he continued to ride her with his stiff dick."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The worst part about the Alien Invasion last year? Ovulation day. I swear, if I see one more tadpole-sized sperm creep its way into my bathtub or my panty draw, I'm going to lose it.
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Though they weren’t friends anymore she still had those pictures saved on her phone.\n\nThey all teased her, begging her to take on one or more of the slimy little things inside her. It’ll feel incredible they promised. She was 24 at the time, and her prior sexual experience was limited at best. She wasn’t about to let one of these creepy sentient sperm things get her pregnant no matter how good they claimed it felt. She was right to be cautious.\n\nShe knew what they were capable of now. Everyone knew. She felt a fluttering in her stomach. There were videos online of people birthing the *things* they grew into. *Star-men* human hybrids she assumed, though she wasn't quite sure what the Star-men looked like. The government was pretty effective about keeping nearly everything about them under wraps. They often grabbed up the newborn creatures as well. \n\nOlivia couldn't imagine birthing one of those things. The thought was entirely true. She had seen a video online. A woman squatting in a bathtub, a pinkish bubble crowning from her anus, the bubble dotted with an orange-brown residue. Her legs were trembling as she tried to push the creature out. The sound of the woman’s guttural cries still haunted Olivia's dreams. The thing in her ass wiggled, and the flesh around her anus rippled and spread wider as the creature lurched out towards freedom. Then it came spilling on the floor of the tub. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, and swallowed the bile climbing up her throat. \n\nThe afterglow of the image lingered in her mind. It was best not to think about it. She bent forward, lowering her face into the sink, and slurped in a gulp of water from the faucet, swishing it around her mouth before spitting into the sink.\n\nAs shocking as it was, some people chose to act as hosts for the nasty little things. Despite the honorific risks and the fact the government didn’t exactly approve, there were whole genres of porn built up around them. \n\nOlivia thought of them as twisted DNA leeches. They were surprisingly quick considering they were blind and only sputtered around on a single tail. They were also strangely intelligent or at least driven by some sort of instinct. \n\nIt had been nearly a year since the *Star-men* abandon their outpost, but the slimy little larva they left behind were still popping up everywhere. Olivia found them in her toilet, in her bathtub, and sometimes in the kitchen sink. \n\nThey didn’t seem to care much for being swallowed… and they seemed to have a preference for a woman’s womb, but truthfully the little bastards would worm their way into any human orifice they could find. Olivia remembered she once read a horror story about one slinking into a woman’s urethra.\n\nOlivia quickly slipped off her tank top, her raven-black hair falling about her face as the garment came free. She panicked as she felt something tickle her breast, but it was only a loose coif of her hair. She gave her barely-there breast a scratch and then inspected her tub for any of the creatures. \n\nShe gave the shower handle a twist and water came out sputtering before pouring out in a steady stream.\n\nShe took a cursory glance around her tiny bathroom and sighed. She shimmied her panties down her hips and thighs until they fell to the floor.\n\nShe was on high alert this morning. She wasn’t usually this nervous, and perhaps it was in her head, but it felt like they were getting smarter. \n\nOlivia tested the temperature of the water with her hand. It was lukewarm. She swallowed hard and swung a lissome leg over the edge of the tub and climbed into her shower, pulling the curtain closed behind her. \n\nThere was a report yesterday that once the gestation process began they sprouted cilia-like tendrils which anchored them in place, and interlaced them into the host’s nervous system. This would explain why they were nearly impossible to surgically remove, not that most people wanted to. \n\nSupposedly, the region they infected became inflamed, sprouted new nerve endings, and sent signals to the host’s brain to generate waves of dopamine throughout the *pregnancy.* That was one of the main reasons some people sought them out. She had seen interviews online where people claimed they enjoyed the wriggling sensations, and that giving birth to them was somehow euphoric or impossibly orgasmic in some kind of way. Olivia knew better. If you were lucky you could end up with a perforated cervix, some of the fetal creatures would rupture colons, or burst through your intestines, not to mention the strange shifts in your anatomy that some victims experienced. \n\nOlivia shuddered despite the warmth of the water. She was being ridiculous. It had been almost a year and not one of the grubby little spermatozoids even came close to getting her. \n\nOlivia promptly sat down, her ass pressed to the cool porcelain and wrapped her arms her shins. She let the warm water spray against her face. \n\n*I’m fine,* she assured herself. She had barely a second to process the thought went she felt something wriggling against the cleft of her ass."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After backhandedly insulting yourself, your monster girl SO has wrapped around you and refuses to let you go until you feel better
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"content": "They say it's bad practice to insult a dragon's hoard.\n\nThat's... just basic logic, right? Stereotypes are never *quite* truthful to their full extent, but the reality of many dragons was that they take great pride in what they've collected. Gold, jewels, estates... and unfortunately for Bess, girlfriends.\n\n\"You have said WHAT of my prized queen?\"\n\nBess mumbled something incomprehensible, muffled by the mass of the overbearing cleavage she suddenly found herself buried facefirst in. Usually Azantia's huge chest in her face and massive wings wrapped around her meant Bess was in for a fun night, but the Holstaur knew that her draconic girlfriend wasn't thinking of anything fun right now.\n\n\"How DARE you insult the finest body this side of Therna? I should roast you for this!\"\n\nBess mumbled something else, twisting in Azantia's grasp so she could speak.\n\n\"But then you'd roast the 'finest body this side of Therna' Az. Think it through.\"\n\nEven without seeing her face, Bess knew she had confused the dragon. She loved the big lug, but having only adopted a humanoid form in the last century or so, she was still rather brash and literal. Apparently it happened to dragons who dropped their big lizard schtick. Something about narrowed horizons. It eventually got through to Az, however.\n\n\"PERIL. I hadn't forseen this. Hold in my comfort as I think another way to punish you.\"\n\nDeeply caring, but still thinking about revenge. Maybe it was unhealthy to find that attractive in a woman, but it's not like Bess could help herself.\n\n\"Babe, all I said was that I wish my ass n' tits were a little bigger.\"\n\nOf course, Bess wasn't exactly poorly endowed, it came with being a Holstaur. But she felt a little... dunno, what's a word for emasculated but with women? Still the same one? Doesn't really matter. Having a 10ft tall dragon girlfriend did that to you. One offhand comment about cup size, and now here she was being threatened and snuggled. Thresnuggled, if you will.\n\n\"IMPLYING that they are not PERFECT! A lie! SLANDER, even!\"\n\nBess gasped as one of Az's clawed hands squeezed her ass, gripping it tightly and pulling her tighter against the dragonwoman's chest.\n\n\"This is the FINEST ass I have ever graced with my touch.\"\n\nBess gasped again, squirming as Az flipped her over, looking upwards at her magnificent crimson wings. Az's hands moved north, grabbing a tit each and squeezing.\n\n\"And these tits? MAGNIFICENT! Untold of! A word against them, is a word against me!\"\n\nBess squealed as her tits were squeezed, grinning slightly. She didn't exactly have a praise kink per say, but it's hard to not get a little turned on when your giant dragon girlfriend was touching you all over.\n\n\"Oh yeah? Well what're you gonna do about it?\"\n\n\"I am still DECIDING!\"\n\nBess squirmed a little, freeing her hand to reach up and caress one of Az's magnificent breasts.\n\n\"Well, if I'm such a *terrible* offender, maybe there are ways I can make up for my *naughty* offense.\"\n\nBess saw Az's eyes narrow, but also felt the pleased rumble growing in her throat. The dragon stared at her for several more moments, letting her continue to caress and tweak, before relenting.\n\n\"VERY WELL. I realize the wisdom in HANDS ON punishment. BUT! Do not think this absolves you! There will be CUDDLES and perhaps HOT CHOCOLATE after the fact to torment you further. And you will ADMIT that you are the most beautiful girl in the world, and are PERFECT. Are we clear?\"\n\nBess scooted up the dragon's body, leaning in to kiss her gently on the lips as the wings began to tighten around her once more.\n\n\"Crystal.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Despite making one of the most successful erotic card games ever, capable of making anyone cum in minutes, people are still writing in demanding you fix balance issues on the cards!
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"content": "**Sexbot Demolition Derby** \n\nPatch 2.6\n\n---\n\n**NEW CHARACTER**\n\n**Thumper**\n\nA scrappy bunnygirl android clad in advanced milspec armor, Thumper excels at moving fast, avoiding danger, and chipping away at her opponents one thrust at a time. Watch out for her carrot! \n\nDue to her high libido, Thumper has plenty of options on her turn. However, she has to keep moving, because her low base stats mean she can easily be grappled. She uses charm and cuteness to warm the heart of even the most calculating of sex machines, then slams them with massive energy when they least expect it.\n\nBase Stats\n\n\nStamina - 50/50 \nHP - 30/30 \nPower - 5 \nCharm - 5 \nLibido - 20 \n\nInnate Active - Carrot Thrust - 1 Stam - 3 damage. gain +1 libido for 1 turn if blocked.\n\nInnate Passive - Flexible - Whenever Thumper changes positions, recover 10% of missing stamina\n\n---\n\n\n**Base Card List**\n\n5x Butt Wiggle \n5x High Kick \n2x Leap Over \n1x Puppydog Eyes \n1x Crushing Thighs \n1x Easter Egg Bomb \n1x Breeding Season \n\n---\n\nYou might notice something missing. That's right! Thumper has NO Defends in her deck. She won't survive very long in a direct brawl. She relies on her cuteness to keep opponents from hitting too hard. All the while wearing her opponent down with kicks and carrot thrusts. When it's time to get in close, she has Crushing Thighs for setup, and Easter Egg Bomb and Breeding Season to finish them off.\n\n---\n\n**Other Major Changes**\n\n---\n\nReworked the *fucked silly* status. \n\nOld effect\n\nTarget gets -5 Stamina, Power, Charm, and Libido for 1 turn. Orgasms add +1 duration.\n\nNew effect\n\nTarget gets *-3* Stamina, Power and Libido for 1 turn. Orgasms add +1 *stack*.\n\n---\n\n*fucked silly* Now stacks in intensity rather than duration, but is weaker at low volumes. Should still reward hard top strategies, but it now requires more consistent output, rather than stacking a whole game's worth all in one turn. Fucked Silly also no longer impacts Charm, hopefully allowing cuter androids to wiggle their way out from under the merciless fuck machines that have been dominating the meta. Several moves that interact with *fucked silly* have been tweaked as well, notably *Unleash the Beast* and *Nymphomachy*.\n\n---\n\nOther Changes\n\n - Low level AI should be less braindead against lust control decks.\n - Scrounge is now 95% less likely to talk about his jockstrap.\n - Redid scripting logic for Amateur Circuit to make it consistent with more recent zones.\n - Fixed several quests in Wasteland breaking when active at the same time.\n - Catgirls in Sheila's Lounge no longer use invalid cards in rare cases.\n - *Drunk* and *Hungover* status now last the proper duration while Catherine has *Beast Mode* Active.\n - Added special dialogue for defeating Mirko by outlasting her *Endless Jackhammer*.\n - Added several rare encounters in The Fogwood.\n - *Super Tornado Blowjob* cost increase from 4 to 5\n - *Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am* charm bonus increased from +2 to +3.\n - *The S.U.C.C.* damage bonus against unarmored targets increased from +3 to +5.\n\nWe've also been doing lots of groundwork for next month's big content patch. I'm pleased to announce 'Dinner and Diatribes' coming soon. This time next month, you should be able to have consensual sex *without* dueling your already willing partner."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she volunteered to be a "substitute girlfriend", for when her friends boyfriends were too much to handle, she didn't expect them to take her up on it! Now, they were constantly having their guys fuck her! They even seemed enthusiastic about it...
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"content": "Emily had just gotten out of a long term relationship with a guy and she had decided to avoid re-entering the dating world for a bit as she spent some time taking care of herself. Her boyfriend had been rather inattentive and sort of an idiot. Frankly the only reason she had held on to him as long as she did was the sex was fairly good. Emily had a fairly high libido and since the breakup was stuck \"taking care of herself\" in a rather literal sense.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOne Saturday in mid May she was hanging out with her friends Abigail, Emma, and Heather on a Winery bus tour. The 4 girls were having a fairly good time sampling wine, eating off elaborate charcuterie boards, and then riding the bus to the next location to sample even more wine.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAt the 4th winery the women were sitting at a table outside enjoying the weather...and plenty of wine of course. Emily's friends were having a discussion that was mostly complaining about their boyfriends/husbands. It was the usual complaining, mostly. Emily just silently nodded and occasionally threw in examples of behavior from her last boyfriend. But then Heather started complaining about her boyfriend Matt wanting sex all the time, and Emily just slumped back in her chair and sipped her wine with a bit of a scowl. Hearing the ladies whine about having too much sex was rather irritating considering she was currently stuck flicking her own bean.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAfter probably 15 minutes of listening to the women complain Emily blurted out \"Hey if any of you are tired of sex and want a break, I could volunteer to be a substitute girlfriend for ya.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEmily laughed at her own joke and went to take another sip of wine, but to her surprise the 3 ladies just stopped talking and looked at her wide eyed.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"You would do that...seriously?\" Abigail asked.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEmily just sort of glanced at all three ladies and mumbled \"Uh, yeah I guess. I mean, I like sex, and I'm not currently seeing anyone so.....\" Emily then chuckled a bit, still thinking this was all a joke.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBut the ladies were not laughing. Instead they started asking questions, a lot of very detailed questions. Heather offered to text her boyfriend Matt with Emily's offer, and see if he would be interested. Abigail said she would have a discussion with her husband Nate that evening. And Emma actually called her husband Greg from the table and started dropping hints that she had a big \"surprise\" for them to talk about.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEmily was more than a little surprised her friends were so enthusiastic about their SOs fucking her. It still seemed mostly like a joke until the following Sunday when her phone started blowing up with texts from Matt, Greg, and Nate. Emily texted her friends to make sure they were REALLY ok with this, and all of them repeated consistently that they wanted her to be a substitute girlfriend as often as possible.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe first man to show up at her door was Nate. Emily always had thought Nate was a good looking guy, and when she had been a bridesmaid in Nate and Abigail's wedding she secretly wished it had been her in the white dress. Now here he was, standing in her apartment asking her if she was ready to head to the bedroom. Nate fucked her...hard. It was pretty clear he was into some rough stuff, which Emily didn't mind at all. Nothing too bad of course, but it was not gentle lovemaking by any measure. Emily's last boyfriend had been hesitant to get into choking and hairpulling, so to have Nate roughly dicking her down right out of the gate was quite a thrill. After Nate left Abigail was texting Emily with all sorts of questions about her husband's performance.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHeather's boyfriend Matt was next. Matt wasn't overly long, but he was THICK. It was easily the girthiest cock Emily had ever had. It was a rather pleasent change up to be sure.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe last man in was Emma's husband Greg. Right away, it was clear Greg had a thing for feet. Emily had never been with a foot fetishist before, and while it wasn't really her thing seeing him so enthusiastic for her feet was a little...flattering? In any case Emily got about 500 compliments to her feet that night, and Greg went down on her rather enthusiastically which was a nice treat.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOver the summer the 3 men made frequent use of their \"substitute girlfriend\". Emily had constant sex, in some cases a guy would show up and have to wait in the living room for the previous guy to finish. A few times Nate didn't bother waiting and just joined in. Emily was having so much sex she started to wonder if the men even bothered to have sex with their SOs anymore, or if she was just their main sexual outlet.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIn September the 4 women met up at the same winery they had first discussed the substitution at. The women had a few rounds and all thanked Emily profusely for \"helping them out\" so much over the last few months. Emily still wasn't quite sure why her being a cum dump for their men was so well received, but with the great sex life she was having she wasn't going to question it anymore."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: an accident in the lab forces you to ask your roommate for "help"
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"content": "Disclaimer: I thought this was an interesting prompt… but as a courtesy, I will warn you, dear readers there’s a good chance the story will inevitably involve butt sex in some fashion. I haven’t finished writing yet… but if the consensus is: that sodomy doesn’t suit these characters I will consider changing course. Thanks for reading.\n\n***\n\nMaryann whimpered to herself. *Why didn’t I wear my lab coat?* She cursed. The chemical solution had soaked through her favorite popover dress. It was so practical and now it was probably ruined.\n\nAt least the solution was effective. Maybe too effective. Her heart was pounding so hard it was making her dizzy. Her palms and forehead were sweaty. She was hot. Too hot for her favorite dress. \n\nThere was a strange fluttery feeling in her stomach. Every inch of her skin had taken on that strange pins and needles feeling as if she woke from a very long and uncomfortable sleep and the oxygenated blood had only just begun to flood back into her limbs. It hurt to move. It hurt to touch, but her brain begged her to touch everything.\n\nShe could barely knock on his door. The action made her whole arm tingle and the rapping sound echoed in her ears and rippled through her consciousness like leaves falling on the calm surface of a pond. She was giddy in a way that felt strange. An internal calm that begged for chaos. \n\n*Oh-God-Oh-God… I might be dying… What did you do?* Maryann worried.\n\nThe door creaked open, and Felix stood in the opening with a mostly devoured slice of pepperoni pizza folded between his fingers and raised to his dirty blond bearded chin. Felix wasn’t a chiseled Adonis that women swooned over. The sexiest thing about the man was he was a temperate and empathetic soul. Even though he was only in his late twenties, he was almost grandfatherly. He tucked her into bed when she had too much to drink. He told dad jokes. He paid his half of the rent on time. He knew his way around a kitchen. He was, well, Felix. Her roommate. \n\n“Hiiiiii Felix,” Maryann sang cheerily.\n\n“Sorry, I grabbed the last slice of pizza. I hope that’s cool,” Felix said absently as he took another bite. \n\nIt wasn’t a particularly attractive bite. He chewed like a grazing cow. Yet the sight made her nethers tingle. She went slacked-jaw a moment. Her eyes watching his lips smack together, a second longer than what was probably socially acceptable.\n\n“Gahhh,” she puffed dismissively, “don’t sweat it, roomie,” she said attempting to recover from her awkward gawking.\n\n“Why are you being so weird?” he suggested with a cheeked mouthful of pizza.\n\n“I’m not being weird… you adorable dingus…” \n\n*Oh-God, I’m being weird!* A voice screamed between Maryann’s ears.\n\n“Soooo… I’ll say this; there’s been an accident…” She explained. “I’m in a bad way. It’s a dick deficit… The dick coffers are empty. AND I was wondering if you could… or… perhaps… IF you wouldn’t mind sparing some dick for a friend in need?”\n\nHe laughed finishing his last bite of pizza crust, wiping his greasy fingers on the front of his jeans, “You’re being so crazy today.”\n\nHer face was burning. The forward approach wasn't working. Flirting was not her strong suit. Especially with her housemate. Someone she had lived with for nearly two years without ever even glancing at an errant nipple. \n\n“No-no, I’m serious. I would like very much for you to plow me, sir. Do you like doggy? I mean, I sure do. I wouldn’t be opposed to a good pile-driving either, or I don’t know… we can get creative?” She suggested in her best sultry voice.\n\n*What the fuck are you saying?* A voice inside her screamed.\n\nFelix narrowed his eyes in suspicion, “Are you recording me? Am I on camera right now?” He smiled.\n\n“No trick… I promise.” She insisted.\n\n“Maryann, I swore you told me you were attracted to intelligence or something?” He questioned.\n\n“Sapiosexual,” Maryann clarified, “I am…, and look how smart you are!”\n\n“Am not dumb, but very few people would accuse me of being smart… Especially not the kind of people who practice chemistry experiments in their basement.”\n\nConvincing Felix, was so much harder than she initially imagined. Her dress was feeling more hot and constrictive by the second. Her leg warmers and combat boots were stifling. She was starting to feel fidgety. Her toes clenched and released in her boots. Her fingers twitched. Her pussy was aching.\n\n“Gahh,” she puffed, “Roomie —Felix, you’re an attractive fella,” she admitted, “…all I ask is; please let me sit on your face… for like ten minutes and I'll be outta your hair. There was a scientific mishap and I am clinically horny…”\n\nHer mouth was starting to water. The fluttery feeling in her tummy was so strong it felt like she had swallowed a colony of bats. She whined aloud, wincing hard before she managed to quiet herself. \n\nFelix’s amused expression faded, “You ARE serious.”\n\n“Super serious,” Maryann corrected, \"…this may be an old-timey female hysteria type-of-situation.\"\n\nFelix nodded, “What’s happens if you don’t,” he cleared his throat, “get-off?”\n\nMaryann shrugged, “I explode… probably? I dunno, uncharted territory here, bud.”\n\nFelix waved her into his room, “Okay, but I gotta warn you. It’s been a while.”\n\nMaryann smiled as she stepped passed him and into his room, “I know, stud. My room is next to yours.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Well, YES," the monster girl said to the captured heroine. "We ARE going to violate you and impregnate you with our spawn. But we're not MONSTERS about it..."
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"content": "The creature spoke in some different language, raising her voice slightly and aiming her words in a different direction.\n\nIn walked another member of the species. Same mostly human anatomy, save the scales, horns and tails placed sparsely upon their body. It was a young male. Well built, long black hair and golden eyes with slit-pupils. Features he share with his comparatively voluptuous mother.\n\nThe two stood close to one another, speaking in their inhuman tongue. The mother slid her digits down his body, stopping at his throbbing, hard member. Pumping it slowly with a smirk, as the male visibly blushed, but did not object. The mother softly pointed his shaft towards the human woman sitting against the cave wall. Once again, words exited their lips but the human woman's brain did not comprehend them.\n\n\"My son, Crazk. He likes you. But he says he will not... what's the word, my human tongue isn't good.\" The creature presses her thumb in between her middle and index digits. \"He won't do that if you are not willing.\"\n\n\"...Will you let me go if I am?\"\n\n\"Of course... after you have his children, you are free to leave.\" The creature hissed playfully, still caressing the other beast, cock in one of her hands.\n\nWho knows how long it takes to birth these... things? Days? Months? Years?\n\n\"The faster you accept the closer you will be to freedom.\"\n\nThe human scoffs, once beautiful blonde hair dirtied and marred by dirt and soot. She looked away with a red face, desperate to keep her eyes off of the dark-hued, turgid mass of inhuman meat mere feet from her face.\n\n\"Oh, well. You know where to find him.\"\n\nThe mother was about to close the improvised wooden log cell the beasts had constructed, but the human woman almost shouted.\n\n\"Wait! I'll... I'll do it. I'll... carry his child.\"\n\n\"Hmhm...\" The female beast drew off of her son, whispering to him once again before he saunters over to pick up the human. The beast had great strength, holding the girl in his arms effortlessly. She was being carried like a princess. A fantasy she oft pondered... but this was not the way she wanted it. She was expecting being held in the arms of a handsome knight, or burly warrior. Not some beast. But with her only option now to look upon his visage for some amount of time, she saw some rather desirable features.\n\n\"You two have fun, I have some business to take care of...\" She patted the head of her offspring and offered a smooch to his forehead before she left, making her way through the cave.\n\nThe beast had brought her to the main section of their den. Piles of treasure, armor, all sorts of rare and shining objects lined the walls and leaned against stalagmites. He lay the woman down upon something soft and furry. It was a stack of pelts. Softer than the rocky uneven ground.\n\nThe creature looked over the heroine, analyzing her with golden eyes and deep dark sclera. He slowly approached, tapping his finger softly against her knee as she lay upon her side. She recoiled initially, as did the beast, but resigning herself to the hope that just playing along will expedite the process, she allowed his touch.\n\nInstead of reaching for her knee once more, he crawled along next to her. He lay in front of her, gazing into her eyes. He reached over his shoulder, sifting through a pile of plundered riches before holding up a brilliant diamond band between his clawed fingers.\n\nThe human was speechless. Was this beast... proposing marriage?\n\n\"J-just get it over with...\" the human sighed before rolling over slightly and spreading her legs wide and bare.\n\nSeeing her glistening pussy in the fire-light, he placed the band upon her finger before he swiftly rose above her. His massive throbbing erection pressed firmly against her cunt. He slid it against her lips, bumping softly against her clitoris.\n\nNot even inside, and she was already groaning with pleasure. The heat and weight of the beast's cock simply upon her enough to make her wet.\n\nIt wasn't long until the beast would dive in, however. But before that, he leaned down and let his long snake like tongue coil around her stiff, chilled nipple. At the same time he latched his lips around her nub, his cock dipped inside her.\n\nHe was big. His sizable spear parting her folds, slowly but surely tunneling through her. She wasn't sure she could take this thing, she was worried she might split.\n\nShe would've been amazed by the fact that every inch of the beast's cock now rest within her, pulsating softly in her damp reaches, but she was busy. Her mind was a mess. Fuzzy. Everything went fuzzy with an intoxicating mixture of pain and ecstasy.\n\nFor several minutes, it was nothing but loud slapping and unfettered moaning echoing through the cave. His sack and pelvis slapping against her backside, each smash a tremor through her nervous system.\n\nThe assault only stopped when the beast let loose, a blast of hot, surging seed deposited inside her womb. She could feel his progeny inside her, a monsoon of inhuman genetic material flooding her insides. As he drew out, cum overflowed and leaked outside of her, a hazy, dark grey liquid pooling beneath her.\n\nThe beast sat back. Proud of his handy work before standing over the woman. He kneeled down, where his cock pressed against her lips. She happily accepted the invader, slurping up the sour tinge of his still dripping cum.\n\n\"Oh good, you two are getting along quite well.\" The mother had returned. The matron beast beckoned her son over before leaning against a wall and spreading her drenched wet hole, reveling in the pressure of his cock-head against her.\n\n\"Now its my turn.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As her video creator friends got her to do increasingly sexy things for their skits and collabs, she was finding it harder to pretend that she didn't secretly love it...
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"content": "\"And....action!\" Rory held up the camera and Holly waited a few seconds before knocking politely on the door in front of her. \n\nScripted seconds passed before another friend, Dean, pulled open the door with a little *too* much exhuberance. \"Oh hey Holly....\"He pouted, and she heard more than saw the camera zoom in on the emotionally distraught look on her friends face. \n\nAs the camera swirled back around to her, she felt her mouth pop open exaggeratedly. \"Oh Dean! Whats wrong?\" She pet his arm effectionately, before quickly stopping. \n\nDean gave her a quizzical look for a microsecond before transitioning to the next line seamlessly. \"Mira broke up with me.\" He pouted again and Holly couldnt help but step closer to him. Even though it was an act, he really did look heartbroken. \n\n\"What can I do to help?\" She asked, tilting her head as the Rory stepped behind her, getting a close up look of thoughtfullness on Deans face before it split into a shit-eating grin. \n\nHolly paused, waiting for Rory to step nimbly from behind her to back infront of her before she let the look of indignation appear on her features. Then she shook her head ruefully, a smile playing on her lips as if to suggest - well whats a girl to do? - before her hands pulled at her shirt, exposing the round orbs underneath along with her already hard nipples. \n\nRory let the shot hang on her breasts for a few seconds longer than he really needed to before he called cut and Holly let her hands drop, carefully concealing herself before turning a grin on the boys, who stared at her dumbfounded. \n\n\"What?\" She asked incrediously. Maybe she should have checked with them first. The skit was only meant to have her show her bra, but she figured if they were going to do a 'haha-boobs' joke she may as well go all out, right?\n\nShe swore up and down it didnt have anything to do with the slight thrill that shot up the centre of her spine after she did it, or the molten, wet feeling occuring in her underwear. \n\nThe boys exchanged a glance, silent communication occuring before the two decided why ruin a good thing. \n\nRory was the first to speak, hoisting the camera back up, the red light flicking on. \"Lets try it one more time, same thing.\" \n\nHolly smiled at Dean while he closed the door, careful not the stare too long at the bulge in his jeans. \n\n\"..........And action!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You had just settled down in your favorite, a bit secluded, spot on the nude beach when you see your wife's best friend approach. She doesn't notice you until she is mostly undressed. As she does, she smiles and walks up to you.
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"content": "Wife's friend-\n\nI love running to the beach on a weekday. It was practically empty. I can just sit back and enjoy the feeling of the sun on the quiet little nude beach.\n\nAs soon as she hit the beach I recognized Sandra, my wife's best friend. I always had a small crush on her. My wife Betsy is slim and petite and I love that but Sandra's huge tits are hypnotic barely contained by her blouses. \n\nThose soft milkers were uncaged and swinging free before she noticed me. In fact, she was lowering her thong to the ground when we locked eyes. I could help but stare at her pale tits and her thick pink nipples were rock hard.\n\n\"Oh my god, Mark!\" Sandra shouted as she removed the bikini bottom and grabbed her bundle of belongings. Those breasts of hers bounced and jiggled as she pranced over. When she got closer my eyes moved to her carefully trimmed blonde bush. \"Congratulations.\" She said with a giggle as she threw down her towel and laid next to me.\n\n\"On what?\" I was caught off guard as I was trying not to pop a boner in front of my wife's best friend. \n\nShe giggled as she pointed at my dick. There was no need for her to elaborate as I am pretty well endowed. \"Well Congratulations to you too, then.\" \n\nShe let out a throaty laugh, lifted her water bottle to the air, and said \"To winning the genetic lottery!\"\n\nI lifted mine and knocked it against hers. \"No work today?\" I asked her.\n\n\"No. I took the afternoon off. I just wanted to try out this nude beach thing while most people are at work. Less old creepy dudes ogling my body.\" \n\n\"Sorry, to foil your plan but there is at least one of those here.\" I pointed at myself and she laughed once again. \"So Betsy convinced you to try it?\"\n\n\"Yeah. I wanted to see how it felt. This single mom gig gets a little lonely and these things are pretty pale. I wanted to get a light tan on them before I start dating again.\" She said as she pulled out a tube of sunblock.\n\n\"How long has it been?\" I asked casually.\n\n\"What? Since I fucked or since I had a good fuck?\" Her eyes locked with mine.\n\n\"Um… I meant since you dated but if you're in the sharing mood…\" I was a little uncomfortable but it was impossible not to be aroused by the situation. We were alone on this little corner of the beach and with her talking like this an erection would be coming shortly.\n\n\"I will tell you if you put some sunblock on for me.\" She handed it to me as she smiled. \"Starting with the front then you can… do my back. It's been six years since I dated. Two since I fucked and six and a half since I had a good fuck.\" \n\nI lathered my hands in sun lotion and started on her neck and shoulders. Before I knew it I was putting lotion on her chest and working it carefully into her skin. She moaned and leaned into the touch. \"You're well past due then.\"\n\n\"For a fuck? Or a good fuck?\" \n\n\"Oh, a lady like you deserves only the best.\" I said while pinching a thick nipple. I was semi erect and Sandra grabbed it.\n\n\"Would you be able to help this old, out of practice mom?\" She giggled while my hand slid down her abdomen to her wet pussy. Sandra gasped as one of my fingers snuck inside.\n\n\"Old? All I see is a milf?\" \n\n\"A mother you'd like to fuck?\" She tried to sound innocent while she tugged on my dick and I fingered her. \"I'll let you cum anywhere you want if you make sure I cum.\"\n\nI was too out of breath to answer so I just nodded. She pushed me onto my back and slid down on my shaft. Her warm insides squeezed me tight and her breasts dangled in front of my face. I let her use my erection as a prop on her quest for an orgasim, and I was surprised how quickly she arrived at it. \n\n\"Well, you earned the right to cum anywhere you want.\" Sandra breathed hard into my ear. \"Where do you want to cum?\" \n\n\"Your pussy is just too comfortable to leave.\" \n\n\"Mark, that's how I got in the position of being a single mom. Are you trying to breed me?\" Her sweet whispers were too much. I grabbed her and rolled. One of my hands pinned each shoulder as I fucked her as hard as I could. She howled her way to a second orgasim while I grunted and filled her with my cum. \n\nAfter Sandra cleaned off my cock with her mouth I finished putting sunblock on her and we spooned on the towels together. \"Shit, Betsy will probably be pissed if she finds out.\" I said in genuine worry.\n\n\"Why? This was her idea.\" Sandra said nonchalantly as I laid pressed up behind her. The next words she said made my cock twitch back to life. \"She told me you'd be here. After I told her how nervous I was about dating again and how long it's been since another person has made me come… well she practically insisted. Oh that reminds me.\"\n\nShe grabbed her phone from her bag while still laying against me. The thought of my wife engineering this made me hard and Sandra's plump ass didn't slow it down either. She typed into her phone. \"I did it and it feels so amazing. Thank you so much.\" And sent it to my wife.\n\nAlmost immediately she typed back. \"Really? Are you with him now? Can you take a pic?\" \n\n\"Wow, she seems excited.\" I said looking over Sandra's shoulder.\n\n\"Yeah, let's give her that pic.\" Sandra said as she posed and took a nude selfie right there with me. Then she sent it. I was still skeptical that this was really happening. Betsy sent a number of emojis telling us how much she liked the pic. \"That baton of yours is really uncomfortable jammed between us. Let's do something about it.\"\n\nBefore I let her do anything I rolled her on her back. \"There is something I need to do first. It's been a long time coming.\" I sucked on those full jugs of hers. She reacted well as I did to each obviously sensitive nipple getting licked, sucked, and pinched. \n\nWhen Sandra sucked my dick she took a pic with it and sent it to Betsy. \"Have you ever had a threesome?\" Was my wife's only response.\n\nSandra laughed when she saw it. \"I think she set this up so she could lick my pussy.\" She laughed and got on all fours. \"I've never been with a woman...Mark, will you show me how to make your wife cum?\" She asked it as I slid back inside her. I couldn't wait to fuck this fat ass while she ate my wife out. Of course good times were sure to follow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Accidentallly seen naked
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"content": "Due to a clerical error, not only was the college student not informed that he had a new roommate after a couple of months having the room to himself, he didn't find out until *she* walked into the room while he was just coming out of the en suite bathroom, naked. \n\nI mean, door is locked and it's the male's room, so they could be perfectly comfortable walking around said room naked, only for new roommate to have a key to get in. And she could enter without knocking or while male is in the shower, not considering that her new roommate could be naked, or a guy.\n\nCould probably say she's a friend from college classes that for one reason or another had to switch out of her previous dorm room like a sewage leak from the floor above her old room. Something major enough to see a wing closed down but not have the whole dorms evacuated. College wants to keep it hush so rush getting the impacted girls into new rooms, resulting in the clerical error of a suddenly co-ed dorm room on short/no notice."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a paladin undertook rituals to awaken her innate sorceress talent, she hadn't realized that her bloodline and source of arcane power was about to make her a lot hornier...
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"content": "Zioleos finishes the ritual circle with a flourish of jeweled chalk. His bright white scales glint in the torchlight of the chamber as he sits in his designated place, spellbook propped open in his lap.\n\n\"Are you ready?\"\n\nEna's breath catches in her throat as she nods. She wasn't wearing armor. No need. She rolls her shoulders to feel the ritual paint pulling at the skin under her shirt.\n\n\"Ready.\"\n\nThe dragonborn wizard nods and turns his book's page, holding it up in front of him.\n\n\"Deniqwe, intauri ma'lo.\"\n\nThe words fall like hammer strikes. All around Ena, the chalk lines light up, glowing with radiant golden light. She can feel her own consciousness collapsing inwards towards her core and she rides it, pushing past barriers weakened by prior rituals.\n\nThere were no pureblood elves anymore. Everyone had some kind of magical ancestry. Fae, dragon, angel. She just had to find hers.\n\nThe world vanishes down to a point of light, everything fading until the only thing she's aware of is Zioleos' chant ringing in her ears.\n\nSomething snaps. Some barrier within herself shatters and then she *sees*.\n\nRivers of lava and cliffs made of charred corpses, stacked high like corkwood.\n\nMen burning in pillars of fire.\n\nA great winged beast blotting out the fetid sky, dragging chained women behind it.\n\nShe cries out as she crashes back to reality, doubling over onto all fours and heaving.\n\n\"Ena!\"\n\nZioleos cries out and she can hear him rushing to her side, putting his strong hands on her and helping her up. The ritual circle is gone.\n\nHer vision swims and she sees red. No, that was... that was just an illusion. She tries to take a shaky breath and it doesn't come, so she just collapses into Zioleos, letting him support her.\n\nShe makes a fist and she can feel divine power course through her, stabilizing her and comforting her, letting her speak.\n\n\"What... what happened?\"\n\n\"I... what did you see?\"\n\n\"Hell.\"\n\nThe word feels like acid in her mouth, but it was the only possible answer. Nausea wells up in her again and she goes limp.\n\n\"So...\"\n\n\"Demonic ancestry.\"\n\nIt takes every ounce of willpower not to let a sob escape her. Zioleos hugs her closer, pressing her against his chest. He was cold, but with the red-hot emotions in her core, that was exactly what she needed.\n\n\"With this ritual comes a physical transformation. You know this.\"\n\n\"What... what did I get?\"\n\nZioleos pauses, then sighs before he reaches up to touch something.\n\nHis claws knock against something long and hard protruding from her skull.\n\nHorns.\n\nThis time, she does cry out. She sobs and reaches up to feel the ridged horns for herself.\n\n\"I... what am I?\"\n\n\"You're Ena.\"\n\n\"I'm not. I never was. If... if I knew I was this, I never would have-\"\n\n\"Shh.\"\n\nZioleos hugs her tight enough to hurt, cutting her off.\n\n\"You're still you. Or... you've always been this. The ritual doesn't change anything, only reveals it.\"\n\n\"That doesn't make me feel better,\" she responds bitterly.\n\n\"Okay, think about it this way. How many villages have I destroyed?\"\n\nEna pulls up short, blinking at the question.\n\n\"None? Wait, there was the one, with the snakes?\"\n\n\"That doesn't count. They weren't intelligent. Point is, I'm a chromatic dragonborn. Always have been. I'm theoretically predisposed to destruction. And yet...\"\n\n\"You're fine. You're a good person. I get it. What does this have to do with my situation?\"\n\n\"You're not bound to any... demonic activities because you're part demon any more than I am bound to kill stuff because I'm a half-dragon. You're still you and I still love you for that.\"\n\nHe rests his head on her shoulder and she leans her head against his snout, basking in his presence.\n\n\"Okay. I can... I can accept that. But what about everyone else? I... I can't go see the grandmaster like this.\"\n\n\"You can. If he doesn't understand, I'll explain it. And if that doesn't do it... maybe he doesn't deserve you anyways.\"\n\n\"Doesn't deserve...\"\n\nShe lets out a choked laugh at the idea. She can feel Zioleos withdraw, standing up a bid straighter.\n\n\"Can you stand?\"\n\n\"I... I think so.\"\n\nHe nods before he releases her, letting her sway on her feet. Despite the earlier moment of levity, she still feels heavy. The weight of her new horns feels insurmountable and she looks down at the floor.\n\nThen there's a hand cupping her chin, forcing her to look straight ahead.\n\nThere's a door. Zioleos snaps his fingers and it flies open, letting in the warm sunlight.\n\n\"When you go out there, you are going to hold your head high. You are still yourself, and nobody can take that away from you.\"\n\nShe takes a deep breath and the warm air fills her with strength. She makes a fist and holy lightning arcs down her arm, a physical reminder of her devotion.\n\n\"Then let's go.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The aliens were biologically very similar to humans, except for one thing. The female's breasts are not only on average much larger but *far* more sensitive than a human woman's to the point where many would consider them their primary sex organs rather than their vaginas.
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"content": "\"You're what!? An alien!?\" I exclaimed in shock. \"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"I've wanted to tell you about myself since we first met,\" she said quietly, looking down at her feet and blushing. \"But it was too soon.\"\n\n\"And now? Why haven't you told me before?\" I asked curiously. She looked up into my eyes with an expression of determination.\n\n\"Because I didn't want you to hate me,\" she replied. \"Not after all that happened between us the past year.\" \n\nWe've been trying for a baby ever since we got married. We have tried every method known to man, but nothing works. Every month is agony because I'm so desperate to be a father and yet I know that something must be wrong.\n\nI even lift her legs over my shoulders and try to insert myself as deep inside her as possible so that when I cum in her, the semen will fertilise her eggs. But still no luck. It seems that the aliens' bodies simply don't work like ours. She's proven that she's alien to me definitely by bringing me here tonight.\n\nShe has brought me to a place called 'the bedroom'. A place which, despite its name, is far from being comfortable. It's cold and sterile; there's a bed and some chairs around it, but other than that it's empty. It's a room in a space ship, I assume. I was beamed aboard the ship without realising, although I did notice the bright lights shining through my eyelids when I awoke.\nNow I look out of the window and see stars and planets. I turn to my wife. \"How long have we been in orbit?\"\n\n\"Two weeks,\" she replies. \"They say it takes about two months for the process to begin, but they could have lied to me. They probably won't let us leave until we give birth.\"\n\n\"So you're pregnant then?\" I ask hopefully.\n\"No,\" she says sadly. \"There was no egg. Only a small amount of sperm. Nothing like enough to make a baby.\"\n\"Damn! Well, how can you get pregnant? Did they show you how?\"\n\n\"Yes, but…\" she looks away. \"It wasn't easy.\"\n\n\"Tell me!\" I insist. Even if she's an alien, I'm still attracted to her body. When you see her the first thing you notice is her large, round breasts and her firm, tight belly. She's about five foot five inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds, which makes her quite voluptuous. Her face is soft and gentle, and her long blonde hair flows down to her waist. I've always thought that she had the most beautiful legs in the world.\n\n\"I'll show you,\" she says, turning back to me. She turns to her right and lifts her left leg, showing me her bare ankle. There's a small, dark red patch just above the ankle bone. She presses down on it with her fingers and suddenly I feel a tingling sensation between my legs. My cock begins to grow hard.\n\n\"I've adapted you to the my alien biology,\" she explains. \"This is a pressure pad. If I press this area, I can stimulate your penis. It should help you achieve orgasm.\"\n\nI stare at her dumbfounded. She walks to the bed. \"Lie down,\" she orders. \"Then close your eyes and relax.\"\nI lie down on the bed and close my eyes. After a moment, I feel a warmth on my crotch. At first it feels uncomfortable, but soon it becomes pleasurable. I moan softly.\n\n happy enough."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’ve got to be the unluckiest princess in a millennia. You’re always being abducted by monsters, miscreants, and megalomaniacs and when rescued it always in the middle of a gangbang. If they didn’t know better your body guard would think you were doing it on purpose.
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"content": "**AITA for yelling at my stepmom and running away from home?**\n\nLook I’m technically 98 years old. It's not my fault I'm permanently 21 and luring. You’d think my step-mom be more chill by now, but no Ma’ma Morac (Mother of Realms and All Creation) is full of nervous early big-bang energy. Probably because of all the kidnappers. I keep on telling her it's not my fault, but after the fourth time this year. I'm even worried that might not be the case.\n\nFirst, it was the elves from Roselentalesha who did it by summoning. Wanting a holy maiden, they dragged me into their realm. I have this terrible talent which changed into the most desirable form upon entering a any world, so I dropped in all sensitive ears and nimble gate.\n\nThe Elf King and Queen took one look at me and the next thing I knew, they demanded the Priests who summoned me to turn me over. And by turning me over, they meant naked, wrapped in mythril chains, and coming. Bodyguard number 374 leading a team from 483 to 537 had to fight off an entire elf army to get me out of their chambers.\n\nThen it was the tentacle monsters. I count this as the twentieth time they took me. I didn’t change from my adult elf form—long green hair, skin like moonlight, small pert breasts on long legs—probably because the tentacles aren't picky. Vivacious sucking ropes and pulsing trusty vines, it only took 374 himself to grab me out of their slimy clutches. Probably because 483-537 was all wiped by those elves. Damn those elves.\n\nThird came the One-Uniting-Light from an advanced tech dimension. I got pulled in with little drones and handcuffs, which was not the first time but a different application of the same old same old. Having taken over the body of every being in their galaxy, they got lazy, and thought if they’d wanted to expand and needed a beacon to attract the other sentience in their realm. Apparently elves were that attraction and I was still figuring out why the tip of my ears made me shiver when they shoved me into their containment pods.\n\n538-580 came with 374 to get me that time. When they found me in the alien grasp, I was half heaving from the overstimulation of their large variety of vibrators. I really needed to get rid of my elf ears, but haven’t figured out how yet. I also haven’t figured out why, in my 98 years, my eyes never change---black and reflecting of starlight. Those were my only constants.\n\nAnyways, when I got back 374 was all, “I can’t do this anymore.”\n\nWhich I totally agreed. The man’s been through a lot. Ma’ma Morac had based him off of a guard robot from a low magic realm decades ago. He’d been with me the longest out of all my other guards.\n\n“You should go back to your realm.” I sighed after we got back from One-Uniting-Light’s mother ship.\n\n“Come with me.” was his next comment, and I saw red flags everywhere.\n\nThis happened before, early on when I had bodyguards who were from magical dimensions. Those were much more susceptible to me. Took them a year, maybe a decade for them to turn all, “You have to escape from here.” Which translates roughly to, “I want to fuck you, by myself, away from the Nether.”\n\nI nope’d so fast out of that situation. “374 you're very nice, but I don’t want to go to your low magic world sealed from the Nether. Why don’t you take your Key-of-all-Keys and go home and find a future without me?” The robot wasn’t having it.\n\nThe conversation went something like:\n\n“No. You don’t know how much I love you.”\n\n“You're a robot.”\n\n“But I still yearn for you, my princess.”\n\n“That makes no sense. You have no biological need to reproduce.”\n\n“But I still want you with every circuit in my body.”\n\n“I just had, like, a full day of alien vibe probes. I’m good for a while.”\n\nThen the dragging started. I hate nice robots the most. We struggled and he dropped his key while we were fighting. I was grabbing at my power. “Damn it, don’t you all understand consent?” I was furious, fighting with my magic against his metallic grip. He was magic resistant, which made me scream curses, to no avail.\n\n374 had me halfway down the halls of the Keep of Eternal Passage when Ma’ma came back from Nowhere. One look and a mumble, 374 poof'ed. I think that meant he got ported to his own world, but he could have also just died.\n\nThen she was frantically making a new tower around my room. “How many times has it been? Not even a full week from your last kidnapping.” She was obviously disappointed in me.\n\n“That’s so not fair. It’s not my fault that this keeps on happening! As long as there’s magic realms, they’ll keep trying to grab me!” I had shouted at her, probably because I’d been annoyed with 374, “It's all your fault you could just close the gates!”\n\n“I can’t do that,” she said, “Literally countless lives would die.”\n\n“So?”\n\n“Daisy, I did not raise you to be a Horror.”\n\n“But they’ll just keep on coming for me.”\n\n“I’ll figure out something. Stay in your room for now.”\n\n“That’s not fair. Why am I grounded for those realms not able to keep their horns down?”\n\n“It's to protect them as much as to protect you.”\n\n“I don’t want to protect them! I want to shut the gates. Fuck them.”\n\n“Daisy!”\n\n“I’m so sick and tired of getting taken!”\n\n“That’s enough. You can’t just condemn infinite souls to their death.” She was angry as I got transported into my room. “You need to focus and learn to control your power, then they won’t come.”\n\n“It’s not my fault! Don't victim blame! Why do I have to control my power when they’re the ones being assholes?!” I banged on my door. “How long do I have to stay here?”\n\n“Till you get a better attitude.” She shouted back.\n\n“That’ll be forever.” I wasn’t exaggerating, I don't think.\n\n“Then forever it shall be.” She said, and I didn't even do anything wrong!\n\nMy mother is literally the most patient being in the universe. I once watched her untangle a fledgling galaxy cluster with a pin needle so as to not destroy smaller planets, but when it came to me she’s all *\"lock her in the tower forever\"*.\n\nI call BS and grabbed the key that got tossed under the bed earlier and I wished for a door closed off from the Nether. Maybe I’ll never see Ma’ma again, but I wouldn’t have to be taken anymore.\n\n \nSo a month ago I jammed the Key-of-all-Keys into the ground and turned, jumping through the portal that opened, and landing in the middle of a magic-less park at midnight. Before the door closed behind me, I managed to grab three useful things out of the ether of the Nether: knowledge of the world, means, and identity.\n\n21 year old Daisy Dorac popped into existence, but now I'm starting to miss the Nether. \n\n\n**TL;DR Got kidnapped a bunch, threatened to kill off infinite sentience about it, yelled at my mom, then escaped to a world without magic.**\n\n**Now I probably can’t get home \\~ ever. I’m stuck here FML. But AITA for wanting freedom?**\n\n\\-------------------------------\n\n[4th wall here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/SevWagoner/comments/viow9m/daisy_of_the_nether_realm_aita_collection_of/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)I’m a new aspiring mix-genre-romance author, please give me a follow (u/SevWagoner) and join my subreddit (r/SevWagoner) for updates. <3 Drop a comment if you want to see more stories."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It’s all fun and games in theory and fantasy, but there are hard times too. This is his story: Daniel, the man with the natural horse schlong.
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"content": "(Made it into a femboy elf thing because thats just how i roll.)\n\nIt was impossible to hide.\n\nEvery morning, the elven prince Dan'hiel would awake to the sight of it tenting under his bedsheets. Every morning, a sigh of resignation before he covered his eyes with shame, only to peer through his fingers and attempt to find a silver lining of some sort...\n\nAt night, when he considered attending a party or meeting, he would arrange a scanty wardrobe. His effete form was an attractive body, wide hips, narrow shoulders, a cute, effeminate face and voice. If not for his flat male chest and the obvious other factor, he could easily be mistake for a princess. Long windswept golden hair, often tied up in a ponytail, he held a natural and near eternal beauty. And yet he would always notice the bulge it formed underneath his favorite dresses, even when dormant. He has yet to attend any social gatherings in his life, instead sending a liason in his place.\n\nGiven the slightest amount of provocation, it would engorge, grow even larger until it was standing tall, easily achieving the length of his forearm. And at that point, there was no hiding it as it peered ostentatiously through the fabric. \n\nThe sheer size of it meant it garnered a decent amount of blood, and due to this, arousal would send Dan'hiel into an episode of dizziness. When it got hard, he found it difficult to maintain his balance, and in his haste to alleviate it, he would always almost immediately begin reliving himself. Select members of the staff have offered to assist him, which served to expedite the process. But he was a young elf, virile and fit. Downtime was brief, and he recovered swiftly.\n\nHis affliction was at the height of severity whenever he engages with a handsome human knight, the brunette and fair-skinned Adrian. Looking at him, fantasies of lust would dance through his head, and blood would pour into his beastly curse. Adrian was well aware of his condition, and attempted to be as accommodate as possible.\n\nDan'hiel groaned, thinking of the handsome man as he furiously pumped his massive equine erection, rubbing swiftly over the preputal ring. The other hand cupping his heavy ballsack. He visualized the knight using his strong warrior hands to caress and fondle his inhuman length, and hoped for a tongue to dart around his conical tip.\n\nHe knew it could never be, but he also imagined his monsterous, double-digit reaching stallion penis lodged far up inside Adrian's asshole. It would never occur, it could never fit... but in his mind the forbidden fruit was ripe. He only wished he could taste it for real. \n\nBut he could likely settle for the reverse...\n\nDan'hiel turned over, on his knees now with his chest laying against the matress. He fingered his tight, dilating anus, huffing softly.\n\n\"Milord, Dan'hiel you summoned... me?\" He suddenly barged in, unpromted, with a maid standing behind him.\n\nDan'hiel screamed, the shock tearing through his nervous system and sending a burst of adrenaline surging into his blood. And with that burst of excitement, a burst of hot cum erupted from his penis. It was a thick, heavy load. A huge amonut of seed for a huge amount of meat. His splooge flooding the bedsheets, pouring out from his urethra like a faucet of white, creamy honey.\n\nThe elf prince was too intoxicated by ecstasy and the jubilation of his lengthy ejaculation to be angry or surprised. He simply spread his ass open with weak hands.\n\n\"Pleesh... jush fuhck mee...\" he pleadded sloppily."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wholesome prompts
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"content": "1. A young male mercenary accepts a gig as the bodyguard of a local business. Over the course of his assignment defending the store from malcontents and thieves, he grows rather close with the gorgeous store owner.\n2. The noble hero has saved the realm, and is being rewarded for his exploits by the capital priestesses. They've granted him access to their cathedral bath-house, welcoming him with open arms and bouncing bosoms.\n3. A dragon-girl grows close with a human male, eventually offering him a gold coin from her hoard. Considering how violently possessive dragon-girls can be over their treasure, this was a substantial token of affection... or perhaps even a confession of love...?\n4. A naive young man asks the succubus targeting him out on a date, completely unaware of her supernatural origins. She went along with it, simply out of curiosity...\n5. Both husband and wife being young inventors, they create novel methods of achieving intimacy between each other despite being on opposite sides of the globe.\n6. You're surprised to see that the wolfgirl didn't immediately scarf down the t-bone steak you offered her. \"When I said I wanted your meat, human, I meant your penis. I wanted the sex... But this will be a great appetizer!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She'd been cursed, whenever her husband had an erection, her clothes would start to fall off.
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"content": "Emily smiled mischievously as she looked at her husband, Tom. In one hand she carried an old-looking book and in the other she had a magic wand. \n\n\"Want to see something really great Tom? I read of a spell in my mother's book of spells and curses,\" Emily smiled. \n\n\"Oh Em, please don't,\" Tom replied. \"Every time you try to cast a spell something bad happens.\"\n\nEmily scowled, \"not every time!\"\n\n\"Yes every, single time. You cast a spell then some stupid thing happens, then your mother has to fix it!\"\n\n\"Look I checked in with mom this time, it is fine!\" Emily replied. \"Just watch!\"\n\nTom sighed as he stared at his thirty-three year old beauty of a wife. Emily had it all, a pretty face, lush black hair, blemish-free skin and a large bust, she was every guy's dream girl, but to Tom she was the clumsy wannabe witch who had turned him into a squid at one point.\n\n\"Strippus Erectus!\" Melanie shouted, whilst waving the magic wand.\n\nTom braced himself for the worst case scenario, but when he opened his eyes nothing had happened. His wife stood there, still dressed in her pyjamas and he wasn't some kind of sea creature. \n\n\"Nothing happened?\" Tom asked happily.\n\n\"No, nothing did. It was supposed to get you hard and strip me naked.\"\n\n\"I see,\" Tom replied tiredly. \"Listen, I am going to bed, don't stay up too late.\"\n\nTom went to bed and Emily kept trying to cast the spell, until eventually she got tired and gave up. She went to bed, then woke up and got ready for work. Tom however, had his day off and so he sat at home happily with a remote in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.\n\nEmily worked as a civil servant. In her head, a boring job for the daughter of a great and powerful witch, but one she who had no talent with spells had to undertake. She hated it and every day was a bore, but even still it could always be worse. \n\nLittle did Emily know that the spell wasn't all it had seemed at first glance.\n\n(End of part 1)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Corrupting coeds, transformation and other things - Prompt me
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"content": "When she moved into the apartment, there was a collar on the mantle, and a list of rules posted under it.\n\n1. No one could force anyone else to wear the collar.\n\n2. If you put the collar on, then you weren't allowed to wear any other clothing.\n\n3. Whoever was wearing the collar would be the public property of the other roommates, and would have to pleasure them however they wanted.\n\n4. The collar could only come off if one of the others ordered you to take the collar off.\n\nShe thought it was just a kinky game and all she'd have to do was ignore it. But every time she walked past, she felt the itch to try the collar on and test it for herself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A busty Girl enjoys making fun of her male roommate by calling him a femboy, because of his cute face, silky long hair and short stature. One day he snaps. He proves that he is both straight and manly, by revealing his exceptionally large manhood and fucking her brains out.
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"content": "\"For the last time,\" he squeaked, \"I'm not a femboy!\"\n\n\"You're cute when you're mad,\" she smirked, \" you know that?\"\n\n\"Just because I'm cute doesn't mean I can't be manly!\"\n\n\"Dude, you're literally wearing a ski-\"\n\n\"KILT! It's a kilt! I'm literally Scottish,\" he pouted.\n\n\"Sure, whatever you say.\"\n\n \"You gotta stop calling me a femboy! It's embarassing! I'm not a femboy. I'm a grown ass man, and I demand you treat me like one!\"\n\n\"Okay. I'll stop on one condition.\"\n\n\"...what?\"\n\n\"You gotta show me how manly you are.\" \n\n\"What did you have in mind?\"\n\n\"Your, uh... manhood,\" \n\n\"Yeah, and how do I have to prove my manhood to you?\"\n\n\"your other manhood.\"\n\n\"You couldn't handle it,\" he rolled his eyes.\n\n\"Which one of us has sucked more dick? I think I can handle myself.\"\n\n\"Don't say I didn't warn you. Right here and now?\"\n\n\"I got time. Show what you're working with.\"\n\n\"First, you gotta apologize.\"\n\n\"...Fine. I won't call you a femboy anymore. You're a manly hulking macho man and I'm in awe of your masculinity.\"\n\n\"Oh, that was just *dripping* with sincerity.\"\n\n\"Thanks, I try,\" she purred, \"-now then.\"\n\nHe rested his hands on his hips, \"bring it on.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cowgirl has decided that her waifish roommate is just too skinny! And there's only one thing to be done about it!
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"content": "“Uhf! Unf! C’mon! I know you got a lot more in you than that!”\n\nCheryl grunted while bent over the couch in the living room with her boyfriend thrusting into her hot sex. He began to speed up and Cheryl matched his rhythm beat for beat.\n\nHer boyfriend stammered, “G-gunna cum!”\n\nCheryl quickly pushes him away as she knelt down and began to fist his hefty cock. She leaned forward as she licked the head of his dick to tease it further before aiming his bitchbreaker into an empty glass cup. Ropes of cum splash into the container while Cheryl continue to milk out his seed to top it off. Once her man was done dispensing his load, Cheryl got back up on her feet and slide the warm glass of jizz over across the coffee table toward her roommate that was sitting at the other end. \n\n“Drink up, Bea, I’ll get you eighth serving once Sammie here done taking his breather,” Cheryl said while she pay her man on the back. \n\nBeatrice stared down at her fresh cup of semen and glanced at the other empty glasses that littered the table. She has gotten used to the taste, but she was bewildered by Cheryl’s strong personality that managed to persuade her in taking on this protein diet. Bringing the rim of the container to her lips, she drank the entirely of Samuel’s eighth load of the day. She rolled the semen along her tongue and she had to appreciate the consistency it had. She’s actually starting to worry that she might become too accustomed to the taste of Cheryl’s boyfriend. \n\nSamuel was a nice fellow and Beatrice knew that he loved Cheryl too much to get with her. The bookish girl just had to settle to watching the show the two were providing for her and rub out her frustration in the evening. Beatrice licked her lips clean before setting the empty glass down on the table. \n\n“Good job cleaning that glass, Bea, once we put some meat on your bones you can drink your diet from the source!”\n\nBeatrice heart fluttered as she has acquired herself motivation in sticking to her diet. Even if she can’t have Samuel to herself romantically, she can’t deny that skinship with him would be Heaven’s gift. She eagerly awaits the day when she could Cheryl’s stud."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’re a scientist that became a supervillain to support your family. A family friend has discovered your secret and blackmail you into doing their bidding. They had a crush on you for years and realize their fantasies. Your scientific specialty is now being used to make lewd gadgets.
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"content": "Most of the week, the Synthesiser was the terror of Urban City. Bank directors, politicians, museum curators and scientists lived in fear of the day I would visit their humble establishments and stole their money, caused havoc, stole their artefacts or stole their inventions. I did quite a lot of stealing. But on that sunny Tuesday, I was just a humbled fucktoy.\n\n*\"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaaaaaasseeee!\"*\n\nMy hips bucked against the air, sending a small spray of glistening juices arcing off my impossibly-wet pussy to splash against the heavy steel slab my own electromagnetic, AI-controlled, micro-polyethylene-woven shackles held me to. In the mirrored ceiling, I could see the neon-pink pulse of the veins in my neck - a telling side effect of the experimental PUN15H-strain experimental aphrodisiac I'd finally finished my prototype of just hours earlier...on the orders of these two fucking *brats*.\n\n\"Hmmmmmmmm,\" the exaggerated, mocking thinking sound would have been utterly grating to my ears if the flood of chemicals my brain was currently drowning in wasn't making my **thrumming** cunt fall in love with any vaguest insinuation of human contact, \"I dunno, Sal, d'you think she really *needs* it yet?\"\n\n\"Y'know, I think I have a way for her to prove it.\" Sally replied to her brother, and I heard a rustling of fabric that made my heartrate jump from 210 beats-per-minute to 230.\n\nIt was fundamentally incomprehensible that these two insufferable, entitled teens had been the ones to discover my secret. Hell, if I'd had the time to think it through before embarking on this 'career path', I'd never have done it. It was too fucking obvious that the supervillain slinging toxins while flying round the city in her mechanised super-suit had to be the billionaire heiress with five doctorates ranging from robotics to biochemistry...right? And yet, as taking down the crooked politician trying to steal my deceased father's wealth to build a mind-control-chip-factory (a scheme that stupid Protection Platoon would only catch onto years later) spiralled into a full-on crime spree, no one suspected a fucking thing.\n\nUntil these two little shits came along. They'd been crashing at my place when my childhood friend, their mom, was called out of town for work while they were home from college over Christmas. I'd left one little door to my super secret lab unlocked while I went out on a little 'shopping run' (I was stealing one of the Tablets of Apocalypse from the Protection Platoon's little vault). It was *one* mistake. Fucking kids and their fucking snooping, I swear to God. By the time I got home, damning pictures had been uploaded to a folder in the cloud.\n\nThe threat that the password to that folder would be automatically emailed to the head of the Urban Newspaper if anything happened to them was unnecessary. It's not like I couldn't hack the thing and delete those pictures before the email landed in that paranoid psycho's inbox. But how the fuck would I explain it to Mary: \"Sorry babe, had to murder your kids because they found out I'm a supervillain, you know how it goes!\" They had me by the short hairs.\n\n*\"OhmyGod puhlease I'll do* ***anything*** you want!\"* I sputtered, writhing aggressively enough that the shackles decided to compensate and pull my spread-eagled pose even tauter. My begging gave way to a whining groan.\n\n\"Anything, huh?\" Sally goaded, and I heard Pete guffaw beside her.\n\nJust like that fateful first day, I had been a *little* too enthusiastic in my pleading. Some deep down part of me I tried to keep quiet suspected that my eagerness to keep them quiet with *certain* applications of my scientific talents...and my body. They were cute - a little dumb, maybe, but I could hardly expect anyone, let alone an 18-year-old and a 19-year-old to impress *me* with their smarts - but it wasn't like I could proposition my friend's kids. This was I didn't have to.\n\nThey were just out of my sight off the head-end of the table. \"Well, my brother's balls are pretty empty after he spent the morning with that robot pocket pussy you made the other week, the little perv.\" Pete tried to protest, but his sister rolled right on. \"You really should have let us know *before* you injected yourself with that stuff. Anyway, I'm sure he'll be happy to fuck your needy pussy once he can *get it up* again.\"\n\nThis was met with assent from Pete, but again his sister stopped him from properly joining the conversation. She was clearly pushing towards something. \"Until then, let's see how well that little program you wrote worked.\" I heard quiet thumps against the steel slab, and a moment later the girl swung herself around and across my face, filling my vision with her deliciously plump vulva, carefully-trimmed black landing strip leading to the slender midriff which made up the rest of my field of view. \n\nWhile Pete had been happy with all my *talents*, his sister hadn't quite shared his satisfaction. What can I say, my life of study hadn't left me with many opportunities for *any* sexual exploration, let alone the opportunity to fully plumb the depths of my sexuality. So her solution had been to have me code a machine-learning algorithm to determine optimal muff-diving-strategy, then a sensor pad and a basic behavioural reinforcement program with mild electric shocks as punishment and personally crafted high-powered vibrators for toe-curling rewards. Well, her solution had been 'do science shit to get better', but I'd understood what she needed me to do.\n\n\"Now make me cum, you stupid bitch, or my brother's gonna fuck that pretty mouth when I'm done using it instead of filling your needy hole.\"\n\nAs her pink lips settled onto my...other lips in a forceful, sloppy 'kiss', the part of my always-whirring brain that wasn't screaming for something long and hard to be shoved up me was proud to see that, even under the effects of the most potent aphrodisiac in the earth's history, I brought Sally to her first shrieking climax in only 4 minutes and 22.3 seconds. I could definitely bring that time down, but the improvement was *marked*.\n\n---\n\n\"**Hllluurrkk** - *grkk* - **mmhhurrllk** - *guh-uh-uh* - **hhrggg** -\"\n\nThere were definitely better uses for quantum spatial displacement technology than having my throat fucked while I flew around over Urban City, trading laser-beams with Justice Chad. Though given the fact that I'd been 'forced' to use genetic modification to mimic the nerve endings from my g-spot in my throat, I was struggling to think of any.\n\n\"Surrender, Synthesiser! The forces of Good will never allow your vile toxin to poison the men of this city!\" A sanctimonious voice preached in my general direction.\n\n\"Hurry up and knock this douchebag out the sky, slut, I want to cum on your tits not into your stomach.\" My 20-years-young *Daddy* demanded.\n\nI cranked the power on my laser-gauntlets up by 20%.\n\nThe 'vile toxin' wasn't exactly my usual fare. Any of the dorks in the Protection Platoon running analysis on it would think it would enhance men's...endowments...and drive them utterly out of their minds with lust when ingested. As far as Justice Chad (and Sally) knew, that was why I was trying to add it to the city's water supply. What only I knew was that one of the psychonium ions double-bonded to a oxygen would need to be *triple* bonded to actually produce that effect. In its current state, the compound would probably make the men of Urban City a little more virile for a few weeks, if that.\n\n\"*Uurrlk...*\" I felt Pete withdraw from my throat. Even as I prayed that he hadn't decided to use one of the many other toys I'd supplied him with over the last few weeks, I decided to play my role and engage in a little hero-villain banter.\n\n\"Surrender? Just when I'm about to get what I want?\" I sent a searing beam of plasma streaking towards my foe, leaving him to spiral ungracefully out of the way. \"I'll never let you win, Justice Chad, especially when I'm moments from unleashing a...horde of horny men with giant dicks on Urban City!\"\n\nIt wasn't necessarily my finest monologue, both because the subject matter was entirely outside my wheelhouse and because I was practically going insane with pent-up libido from the previous twenty minutes of hyper-sensitive-throat pounding. Luckily superheroes are universally dumb as rocks.\n\n\"You're a monster!\" Came the predictable rebuttal. \"And you may think you've won, but reinforcements are just moments away! This city's men will remain sexless and tiny-dicked under our protection!\"\n\n\"You small minded fool! Don't you see that - ***Hgggnn - AGHHAAAHNNGGG!***\"\n\nIn the middle of my monologue, my newly-modified erogenous zone was violently pounded through the Palate Portal. Instead of slowly fucking in and out of the depths of my gullet, this time Pete assaulted my oesophagus with long, forceful slams. Something about the power and sudden-ness of the throatfucking drove me over the brink into my first orally induced orgasm.\n\nHoly shit.\n\nI lost control over my suit, beginning a sudden drop towards the water-treatment plant. With spasming fingers, I managed to twist my weapons up to the max and fire such a forceful energy-barrage at Justice Chad that he was forced to beat a hasty retreat - even as my tonsils were pulverised through a series of throatgasms.\n\nWhile I descended and came and descended and came, I was already fantasising about what awaited me back home. Once I'd crash-landed near the facility, made my way inside and 'poisoned' the water before any lame-o reinforcements showed up. Sally would be *so* disappointed that my toxin had failed. So angry about the quashing of her little fantasy. \n\nI was already working on twelve different prototypes she could use to punish me for my ineptitude."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She took a sharp tone, "All right, don't think for a moment you're in charge here, but frankly I get off better if I'm tied up, so that's what we're doing..."
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"content": "\"Are you sure now? No takie-backies,\" I shrugged nonchalantly.\n\nShe narrowed her eyes and took a sharp tone, and \"All rights, don't think for a moment you're in charge here, but frankly I get off better if I'm tied up, so here's what we are doing...\"\n\nI pretended to listen, but unknown to her, I had actually planned this for a while. It was clear that she does not understand bondage and submission... It is a power exchange. The person being bound gives up control and in turn will be cared for, trusting the Dom not to break the sub. She is, in bdsm terms, topping from the bottom.\n\nAnd she will be punished for that.\n\nHer droning is coming to a end... \"any questions?\"\n\n\"You need to choose a safe word,\" I reminded her.\n\nShe looked momentarily nonplussed and I can sense her bravado faltering. I can understand her need to be in charge. Divorcee, cheating husbands, multiple betrayals, and CEO of a major wellness company, the and she actually runs the thing, not leave it to her board or execs. But that's not how it works in my... (not) Dungeon.\n\nShe shrugged, \"safe word.\"\n\nI smiled, \"how about when you need me to slow down?\"\n\n\"Yellow.\"\n\nTwo of the most boring safe words ever. Well, she wouldn't have came to me if she didn't want a change.\n\nI nodded. \"Are you ready to begin?\"\n\nShe took a deep breath, then nodded.\n\nHer eyes widened in shock as I went at her fists raised. She raised her arms in defense, but my move was a feint. I spun her so her back was toward me, then delivered a precise nerve strike on her spine and her legs went numb. As she sank to the floor I pulled her arms behind her back and secured them with a piece of rope.\n\nNow that I have secured her, her sass returned, and clearly she's angry that I am not following her script. But there is also a hint of fear and excitement... \n\n\"What... what did you do to me?\"\n\n\"it's called dimmak in kung-fu, basically a nerve strike. Your legs are temporarily disabled. They will be fine in a few minutes. In the meanwhile, you have to realize one thing.\"\n\nShe replied with exasperation, \"and what is that?\"\n\n\"Topping from the bottom is not permitted.\"\n\nI then sat down, placed her over my knees, and gave her a firm slap on her right buttcheek. She yelped in surprise.\n\n\"You have been a naughty girl, and naughty girls are punished.\" another slap.\n\n\"Nice girls, on the other hand...\" I gently rubbed the inside of her thighs, first teasingly, then more firmly. And I can feel her breathing quicken.\n\n\"Are rewarded...\" as I gently teased the area between her vulva and her anus.\n\nI leaned close to her ear, and gently breathed on it, making her shiver. I whispered, \n\n\"Remember, you have your safe words. Feel free to use them.\"\n\n--continued--"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: every few years the supers deal with a universe altering crisis when everything is said and done the regular people will know something changed but not what
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"content": "Tags: MF, Group, Voyeur, Anal, Rough, Cum Inflation, Spitroast, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Blowjob, Swinging, Bukakke\n\n“You may now kiss the bride,” the priest declared.\n\nThe groom and bride leaned forward and passionately kiss one another.\n\nHowever, unbeknownst to them and the rest of the world, a universal shockwave through reality passed through the planet. History was rewritten in the most subtle way possible.\n\nThe husband broke the kiss and spat into the still open mouth of his recently wedded wife. She swallow with eagerness and licked her lips.\n\n“God, I love you, you filthy whore,” her new husband said to her, “Now thank the priest for marrying your loose holes to me.”\n\nThe bride dropped to her knees and palmed the groins of the man that officiated her wedding. She felt his cock hardened and she’s pleased by his size. Nowhere near as big as her husband’s, but she’s certainly not disappointed. She fished out the young priest’s cock and began giving it a tongue bath with the zealous fervor of providing a baptism.\n\nThe husband walked passed his dutiful wife and stood before the bridesmaids. The three of them has traits that surpassed his wife’s body in some areas. A girl with breasts the size of her head, another with an ass that threatens to rip through her skirt, and the last being a small cockcraven thing.\n\nThe man dropped his pants and simply gestures towards the small girl who went behind him before stooping low to rim his ass with her tongue. He grabbed a handful of the massive tits of the other and told her to throat his hardening bitchbreaker. He gave the girl with the fattest ass a harsh spanking as he forced a kiss while playing with her cheeks.\n\nThe wife throated the priest’s cock down to the base where his pubes tickled her nostrils. The two groomsmen stood behind her and lifted the skirt before the two of them turned her sideways to gain access to her moist cunt and right ass. The husband’s closest friends double penetrated his wife as they stretch her holes as much as possible. The woman in turn screamed in ecstasy with the priest’s meat spear still in her throat which pushed him over the edge. He thrust into her throat and unload thick ropes of cum into her stomach.\n\nThe husband’s cock was wrapped in the pillowy embrace of the fattest pair of tits in the city. Despite it all, the head of his member still pokes through with each thrust he deliver as the girl below him play with his tip. The fatass bitch was now positioned above her friend with her hands on a table and her thighs on his shoulders, he was able to dive headfirst and devour the juicy cunt hidden underneath the mounds of fat. The small girl was held off of the ground with her back leaning against the edge of the table with his fingers turning her into an orgasmic mess.\n\nThe wife is laying on top of a groomsman while still being speared through both of her lower holes. The priest is on top of her jacking himself off with the help of her impressive boobs. The groomsman beneath her forced her head into rimming the priest’s ass. A single thrust from all three of them let loose a deluge of jizz into and onto her body.\n\nThe husband was thrusting ravaging shitter of the fattest ass he has ever seen. The girl beneath him has passed out from her dozens of squirting fits. Just a useless girl, nowhere near as good as his wife. His head was being massaged by a pair of tits that were really trying hard to suffocate him. The smaller one was down on her fours as she lapped up the feminine juices that collected on his balls. Riling him up to his big finisher.\n\nThe groomsmen held the wife beneath them as they spitroasted her. Impressive cocks were rammed down her throats and ass.\n\nThe husband has discarded the fatass bridesmaid on the steps to the altar, and was throatfucking the slut with the fat tits. She was laying back flat on the table while he has free reign in her gullet and tit flesh. The pint size cockgobbler was eating and tribbing the tall girl’s cunt which was incredibly sensitive. She long passed out from the pleasure while the husband slapped her chest mounds with no restraint.\n\nThe wife was back in her knees once again. Sucking and stroking the cock of the priest and groomsmen. She easily throated them and rolled their cum in her mouth for them to see. She eagerly ate all of the jizz offered to her and glanced at the pews."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Paranormal Occurrences
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"content": "Every time her bimbo ghost friend would possess her to go on weekend long fuck and party sprees, Her body would become permanently sexier, her breasts growing larger, her hair more lustrous, her legs longer, everything... It also ratcheted her libido up every time. As busty and horny as she was getting, She was embarrassed to think that she might actually like it... And her friend certainly liked what was happening to her very much!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Victorian Gothic ‘Horror’ Erotica
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"content": "A young woman seeks shelter from a raging storm in an old castle, but soon learns that it's not as abandoned as she assumed it was. It's inhabited by a gorgeous female vampire. She appears friendly enough, allowing her to stay while asking nothing in return, but soon the objects in the castle start attacking her. They don't hurt her, but instead gradually rip off her clothes until she's nude, and giving the vampire what she wants to see. Now, to seduce her..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your two best friends had a crush on you since you were all little. They competed against each other for your love where they started training in martial arts. Not wanting them to get hurt because of you, you offered to be shared instead. Now the three of you are planning your first threesome.
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"content": "Nick found himself in a difficult position. Standing before him were his two best friends, Jen and Mike. Mere moments ago, both had confessed their love for him, and he was now forced to choose between them. The three of them had been friends for as long as he could remember, so this was by no means an easy decision. If he chose one, that would surely put strain on his relationship with the other. Nick found only one solution that could work. He pulled both of them to him, hugging them tight. “I’m sorry, but I can’t choose just one of you…” he said to them, looking to their faces for their reactions. They were both a little shocked at hearing that, but soon looked to each other, nodded, then back to Nick, both of them hugging back. “I think I could happily share you.” Jen said, followed by Mike asking “Think you can handle the both of us?” Nick was relieved that they were ok with his solution. The two then looked to each other again, smirking, both thinking the same thing. Mike moved behind him while Jen got closer to him from the front. “If you’re gonna date both of us, then you better be ready to take both of us too~” Jen cooed, rubbing her hand against his crotch. From behind, Mike gripped Nick’s hips, saying “Hope you have it in you~.” Nick began to blush, things were moving pretty fast. He could feel himself growing hard from their teasing, lightly moaning as they touched him. Suddenly, he felt himself being lifted by Mike, who began carrying him bridal style as Jen lead them to his bedroom, Nick blushing profusely the whole way there. Once they arrived, Mike sat him down on his bed, then stepped back next to Jen. The two began to strip, making a show out of it for their mutual lover. Once they had both fully stripped, Nick took the sight of them in. They were incredible. Jen had a great pair of tits, big, but not too big, he guessed about a D cup, with an ass to match. Her pussy was cleanly shaved. Her figure had a little chubbiness to it, but not too much. If anything, it only improved her figure for Nick. Looking over to Mike, he was packing a thick cock, but not one that was overly long, no more than 6 inches. He had a little muscle on him, but wasn’t exactly buff either. Nick simply sat there staring for a while, just taking them in. “You just gonna stare, or are you gonna join us?” Jen teased. Nick was blushing, but got up and began stripping himself, the other two admiring him as he did so. Nick wasn’t built like Mike, not really having any muscle, but he wasn’t in bad shape either. His dick was a little smaller than Mike’s, but he had a little more ass then him to make up for it. The three stood there blushing, taking each other in, but soon Jen laid him down on the bed. She got in and moved her face down to his erect cock. She gave it a lick along its length, then took it into her mouth. “A-ah, Jen!” He moaned at the feeling of her warm mouth. Mike got closer to the bed, putting his dick in Nick’s face, rubbing at his mouth to get the idea across. Nick blushed, but took his dick into his mouth. “Oh yeah…” Mike moaned. Despite being inexperienced, Nick was doing a good job of giving him a bj. Jen was doing just as well for Nick, bobbing her head up and down his length, swirling her tongue around the head. Nick moaned around Mike’s dick, and attempted to imitate what she was doing, much to Mike’s pleasure. “That’s it, just like that~” Mike sighed, starting to thrust his hips into Nick’s face, pushing his cock in deeper. Jen, not wanting to be outdone, began to double her efforts. She took her mouth off his dick and started jacking him off with one hand, her other currently teasing her folds, as she moved her face down to his ass, giving his asshole a long lick, making Nick moan around the dick in his mouth at the unique feeling. She began to thrust her tongue inside, rimming him, as her tongue searched for his g-spot. It was a strange sensation for Nick, but he enjoyed it. Once she brushed over it, Nick moaned loudly around Mike’s cock, Mike groaning at the feeling, and letting Jen know she found it. She removed her tongue and started sucking him off again, moving her hand down to push her finger into him, stroking his g-spot as she reached it. Nick couldn’t take much more, he was about to bust. He grabbed Jen’s head and shoved her all the way down on him, cumming down her throat. Mike then did the same to Nick, reaching his own orgasm as Nick did. Once they both finished, they let go of the heads they were grabbing, everyone breathing heavily for a bit, catching their breath. Mike then got into bed, hoisting Nick on top of him, his cock looming near Nick’s hole. Jen got on top of them, resting her wet cunt near Nick’s hard dick. She angled his dick so it was poking at her folds, a thrust away from penetrating, while Mike did the same for Nick’s ass. “Ready?” They asked him simultaneously, Nick responding with “Y-yeah…” In a single moment, they slammed their hips into his, Jen taking his dick all the way into her pussy as Mike pushed himself deep in his anus. Nick yelled out in pleasure as he was pleased at both ends. “Fuuuuck~!” “You feel so big~” Jen moaned, followed by Mike’s groaning. “Damn, you’re a tight fit~” Giving Nick a second to cool down from the initial high of penetration, the two begin working their hips to and fro. Jen’s pussy was squeezing down on his dick, thrusting itself up and down his cock. Mike was going a bit slower, as Nick’s ass was a lot tighter than Jen’s cunt, so going too fast could hurt him. He pushed himself deep into him, then pulling out all but the head of his cock before pushing back in. Nick’s head was spinning. He had never felt such raw, intense pleasure before, and he couldn’t get enough of it. They kept going for a while, progressively speeding up their thrusts till the room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The three of them were all close to finishing, and they knew it. They began going rapidly at each other, thrusting like pistons before thrusting as hard as they could into him, all three cumming at the same time, moaning loudly. Nick and Hen felt the seed of their partner’s fill them as Nick and Mike emptied their balls into them. When they finally finished, the three collapsed onto the bed side by side, with Nick in the middle. “That… was amazing…” Nick gasped, out of breath. The two tiredly smiled at him before snuggling close to him, leaning their heads on his chest. He wrapped his arms around them, holding them close as they passed out together."
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