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Write a story using this writing prompt: A group of girls have challenged each other to see who can get the most creampies in 24 hours.
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"content": "Sylvie pulled up in a borrowed pick up truck, the bed filled with stacks of boxes. Chocolate, banana, lemon, Ganache, vanilla, butterscotch. She had bought out every bakery, grocery store, and diner in a 20 mile radius. She'd even gotten her aunt to give up her recipe and made about ten herself. \nShe hopped out of the truck and strode confidently up to the exhausted looking girls, confused because none of the had any containers, but absolutely certain she had procured the most cream pies out of all of her friends."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Marriage is traditionally consummated when the man ejaculates all over his new bride’s face — and the messier it is, the happier the marriage will be! In the limo ride the new bride can’t wait! They arrive at the reception, her face drenched in cum, just in time for the official wedding photos!
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"content": "\"Oh my goodness, Sara! You look incredible!\"\n\nSarah met the warm smile of her mother, Mary, with one of her own, meeting her sudden and crushing embrace in turn. Mary leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, barely disturbing the sick coat of ejaculate that covered Sara from her hairline to chin and down her neck and into her cleavage. Pulling back from the hug she giggled with happiness as she responded.\n\n\"Thanks mom! We couldn't wait, we're just so excited for the future!\"\n\nA new voice, the deep baritone of her dad, Jim, joined them but a second later. \"And it's going to be a bright and happy one, I can tell! Good job, son!\"\n\nJim landed a hearty slap on Todds shoulder, congratulating him sincerely on the successful marital painting of his little princess.\n\n\"But all that will have to wait- your late! Wedding photos, now missy!\" Mary took charge, grabbing her daughters hand and dragging her back towards the door and out onto the lakefront lawn where the rest of the wedding party awaited them.\n\nTodd and Jim followed, chatting amicably about honeymoon plans and the idea of maybe getting an apartment or house nearby. The place they had now was fine, but it wasn't nearby and didn't have room to grow into and Jim seemed quite confident that with a cum coat like the one Sara was wearing, they'd be providing him with grandkids in no time at all.\n\nTodd smiled as he watched Sara embracing each of her bridesmaids, the group of childhood friends and coworkers sharing giggles and quick kisses as they congratulated her and caught up on the brief happenings since the ceremony a few hours ago. Todd couldn't help but grin with pride as he noted each of the bridesmaids carrying away a smear or dribble of his seed upon their lips and cheeks as each embrace ended. His grin was followed with a feeling of renewed tightness in his pants, an entirely reasonable thing considering the beauty that was Sara!\n\nThe photo session was surprisingly quick, lasting barely an hour before everything was said and done. Sara seemed delighted, and Todd had to agree with her that everything was going well. He was especially confident about the group of new family photos at the end of the shoot- Sara and Mary looked lovely next to each other as Todds mother Elizabeth embraced Sara from the other side, the two older women pressing their cheeks against the young bride's beaming face as they all lit up the lawn with brilliant happy smiles.\n\nFollowing the photos they met again at the head of the wedding party table, sharing a quick kiss as they sat down and the various toasts and speeches began. Todd felt himself lucky that his best man had decided not to start drinking yet and delivered a rather respectful and proud toast. Sara was just as lucky, her maid-of-honor gushing about their decades of friendship and how she'd done her part to make sure Sara knew how to earn a good marital coating! Surprising himself, he felt only pride and not a tinge of jealousy as the maid told a story of the first time she'd helped Sara give a blowjob. He could only chuckle as he reflected on how lucky he was to have those skills all to himself now.\n\nThe toasts ended and dinner began, and seemed to go just as quickly as they devoured the food before them. Soon their hands were embraced around the handle of an heirloom ceremonial knife as they sliced through the wedding cake, serving the first few slices to their parents before Jim ushered them away and took their place. A blur of inhaled cake and they were joined together on the dance floor, Sara gazing up into Todds eyes as they pressed together and turned slowly to the romantic beat of a favorite song.\n\nAs the song ended a smiling Jim approached and tapped Todd on the shoulder, sharing a warm look with the younger man as he took his place and wrapped his arms around his daughter and they began the father-daughter dance.\n\n\"You're so beautiful tonight, princess.\"\n\n\"Thanks dad, I love you.\"\n\n\"I love you to.\"\n\nThey danced through the song, Sara resting her head against her fathers shoulder and smiling happily. She wanted the moment to last forever, but it ended far too soon with loud applause and cheers flowing in as the song faded out. They stepped away from each other as Todd returned, shaking Jims hand and standing before Sara.\n\n\"Surprised you're this excited considering we already took care of the coating!\" She chuckled at him as he unzipped the fly of his pants and struggled to pull his erection through and out into the open.\n\n\"Are you kidding? I'll never *not* be excited about this!\"\n\n\"Good,\" further conversation was impossible- at least for her- as she dutifully sank to her knees before him and wrapped her lips around his turgid shaft. She took him in slowly, swirling her tongue and it's piercing around him as she moved her mouth down his length, stopping only as her nose came to press against his stomach. Whoops and cheers egged her on, congratulated her on her skills and devotion and Todd on his good fortune.\n\nIt had been a few hours since he last came but not long enough for the task of earning his release to be a quick one. She worked her head back and forth, increasing her pace as she went until she was a blur of twisting and bobbing motion. Her eyes looked up to meet with his, sharing a loving look of understanding. He loved to be dominant, and they both knew it. She murmured assent, and seconds later his hands wrapped into her hair and took control from her, pulling her head back and forth along him with gusto.\n\nMere minutes after letting him take over he grunted, signaling his impending release. Sara waived her hands frantically at the bridesmaids and women encircling the dance floor. Quickly the single women of age rushed forward, kneeling around Sara and opening their mouths wide, each hoping to catch the grooms load and increase their odds of being the next to marry.\n\nSara felt, more than heard, as Todds release began. Regretfully she clamped her lips onto the end of his shaft, just behind the plenum. He groaned as she held his release in, nodding understanding. He looked around him, admiring the kneeling women that circled him. His hips twitched as his release continued to build against Saras tight lips, he needed to pick quickly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He was coworkers with his girlfriend, which would be an amazing thing if she would stop teasing him all day and using him in secret. Hopefully no one walks in on them-
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"content": "Brent and Olive had met at work when they were teenagers. Their relationship didn't grow from a mutual attraction or shared interests or anything so natural. Instead, it was built on much the same foundation you'd find in the relationship between two soldiers. A bond forged in mutual disgust and hatred at the work they were forced to do.\n\nBut you know how teenagers can make anything seem terrible, so don't get the wrong idea. They worked together at a popular clothing store in a mall in their small, unassuming hometown. The spark of passion alighted and soon they were dating and content.\n\nNot much changed for them as they graduated and grew closer. They moved out of their parents place and in together. But their dual income kept them happy and neither was particularly ambitious. Plus, they had an ironclad way of keeping things interesting between them.\n\nWell, Olive did anyway. Over the years, as they'd become more trusted by the owner of their store, they worked the same shift more and more. Eventually, they had the busiest shifts on lock and managed to keep everything running by themselves. Having busy shifts wasn't what kept things so interesting between the couple, however.\n\nIt was how they spent those shifts. Namely, Olive thinking of a seemingly endless stream of ideas to tease Brent in secret. Just as he thought he'd finally got control of the situation, she'd come along and try some new daring ploy that forced him to stand too close to clothing racks for fear of someone seeing his raging boner.\n\nLet's take a look at some examples. One of Olive's earliest schemes had been flashing Brent at inopportune moments. He'd be talking to a customer and she'd stand where only he could see her and pull up her shirt. Or she'd be helping someone look for a blouse and, upon catching his gaze, hike up her skirt to reveal she was, once again, not wearing any panties.\n\nThen there was the year or so of increasing convoluted reasons for the two of them to head to the back room together. She needed help reaching something from the top shelf and when he was reaching up, she pull down his pants and put him in her mouth. Something wasn't jiving with the inventory, so he'd go into the back and she'd be bent over, spreading her cheeks and waiting for him to enter her.\n\nAs time went on, however, Olive became increasingly interested in the exhibition aspect of their trysts. Hiding under the counter and sucking him off while he rang up customers. Bending over to expose herself in mirrors or from low-hanging shirts. A couple of times she even hid in clothing racks and made him come and stand awkwardly as she jerked him off during the Christmas rush. \n\nIt was never enough for her, though. She always had to up the stakes. That's probably what led to the several instances where they'd \"accidentally\" get caught by another staff member, and then invite them to join in on the fun. One of my favorites was when Olive was showing a new girl the ropes and crouched down to show her something on a lower shelf. Her butt plug \"slipped\" out of her and she was forced to explain everything. The poor, innocent girl had no other option but to end up on her back on the back desk with Olive on her face and Brent inside her.\n\nYou can imagine my disappoint when the two handed in their resignation letters. Apparently, they'd both got jobs at some office in town. Of course, as the owner, I'd been secretly video taping them for years and was kind of happy to not have to keep hiding my secret knowledge of their indiscretions. I was even a little surprised they'd never questioned why I had a fair-sized cubby hole put under the register in the first place.\n\nOnly, Olive got the last laugh. On their last day I was watching them have a farewell fuck in the back when she turned and stared right up into the camera I'd hidden in the roof. She stared long enough to clearly tell me she knew it was there. And then she winked, the minx. Hopefully this new job will be as accommodating to these lovers."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wholesome Gender Swap
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"content": "This is what I could come up with:\n\n1. Somebody invents a pill, which allows you to transform your body, into the body of another person, with a sample of their DNA. (Think polyjuice potion, but sci-fi, rather than fantasy, and not in an EU). A man, and his girlfriend decide to each take each other's potions, to learn what having sex together feels like, for the other side. \n2. A young man goes in for gene mods, to make him slightly taller. Due to a mixup, he gets the bimbofication mods, of the young lady who came in right before him. He wakes up as the most stunning, beautiful woman he's ever seen, and as soon as she sees her reflection, her egg is cracked, and she decides she wants to 'try my new body out', before getting the procedure reversed. \n3. There's a witch on campus, who has a history of cursing any boy who's rude to her, turning him into a girl, so he can walk a mile in her shoes. A pre-HRT, boymoding transwoman hears about this, and immediately starts being as rude to her as possible, to trick her into transforming her. The witch fully knows what's going on, and is just playing dumb, until the poor lass drops the act, and just asks her nicely. \n4. A prince is turned into a frog, by a witch. The witch informs the prince that 'true love's first kiss, will return you to your true self.' A princess kisses the frog, and the frog turns into... a princess. Which everyone is surprised by, not least the prince-turned-frog-turned-princess herself. \n5. In a world where humans work like clownfish, everyone starts male, and becoming female is just a natural part of the life-cycle, your 'womanhood day' is a traditional celebration, after you remerge from your crysalis, as your new sex, where all your female friends, and relatives gift you the new clothes, toiletries, etc., that you'll need, in this next phase of your life. \n\nLet me know if any of those five appeal to you."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your roommate dared you to pleasure the pizza delivery with your mouth while they watch, and your competitive nature just can't let them win like that.. much to the pleasure of that lucky pizza delivery
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"content": "It’s getting late and our study group is winding down. We are all getting tired and hungry so we decided to order some pizza.\n\nWhile we waited we decided to play some card games with the loser of the hand having to do a dare. And with each hand dealt the dares start to get more and more explicit.\n\nAs we near the time for the delivery to arrive this latest dare is the wildest. Someone put in that the loser of this hand has to pleasure the pizza driver with their mouth in front of everyone else! The stakes couldn’t be higher as there’s no way I’m sucking off some random dude.\n\nOf course we hear the knock at the door just as I lose the hand. Fuck!\n\nWith all the badgering and jeering of the study group following me to the door I prepare myself for the worst. I grab the cash for the delivery and open the door only to reveal a woman instead of some guy.\n\nShe’s short, 5’5, 120lbs, brown shoulder length hair. Wearing a red pizza shop t-shirt and blue jean pants. \n\n“Hey there. Three pizzas. That will be $30.00” She says once I open the door.\n\n“Right. I don’t suppose you can help us out could you? I know this is weird but they dared me to pleasure the delivery guy when they showed up and I’m just so happy that you’re a woman instead of a man. What do you say? Can you help me out on clearing this dare? I’m afraid if you say no that they all will want to order another pizza and the next delivery driver will be male and I don’t want to suck a cock. Please? Please can I eat you out?” I say in a rushed, excited but worried state.\n\nShe looks over my shoulder to the group of college students watching us but trying to appear as if they aren’t. She then looks at me over taking in my khaki pants and light blue shirt. I’m fit, around 150lbs with a runner's build and I stand at 6’1 feet tall. Brown eyes and short cut hair.\n\n“What? No. What? I don’t think so.” She is a bit confused at first.\n\n“Please? You’d really be helping me out.” I say before leaning in and whispering quietly “Plus I’ll do whatever you like to make you feel good, to make you cum.” \n\nShe thinks about it for a bit before shaking her head no. “Noooo.. I don’t think so.” She says hesitantly.\n\n“Come on. It will be fun. I’ll even throw in some extra money for the tip if you let this guy eat you out.” Says Penny as she comes up to the door. “ I promise, nothing bad will happen. You’ll like it, I swear.”\n\n“How much?” The delivery driver asks with a tilt of an eyebrow.\n\n“Yes!” Penny exclaims. “How bout $100?”\n\n“Make it $200 and you got yourself a deal.” she says right back to Penny.\n\n“One sec. I think so but let me pool the others. Why don’t you come in while I check. Make yourself comfortable” Penny says as she heads back to the rest of the group.\n\n“Come in. And thanks for helping me out.” I say as I let the driver into the house, closing the door behind her. “I’m Terry by the way. Nice to meet you.”\n\n“Oh, right. I’m Rachel. Do you all do this type of thing often?” She asks.\n\n“No. Not really. It kind of got out of hand. We were all studying for a test at the end of the week and we kind of got bored. Before I knew it the game had gotten out of hand and here we are, someone bet a dare of pleasuring the delivery driver and I lost”. I say.\n\n“Here we go. $200. All yours after Terry here makes you cum.” Penny says with a grin on her face. “Let’s get started then.”\n\n“Right. Let me help you with your pants and then you can sit on the end of the couch.” I say as I grab a hold of Rachel by the hips as I start to unbutton her pants. They are on tight so it takes a little bit of wiggling before I can get them off of her hips and down her legs. I pull her white panties down with her pants at the same time exposing her pussy and ass. She’s shaved with a bit of a landing strip left."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A sexy gamer girl normally whips her friends in any game they play, unless there are sexual favors on the line, then, mysteriously, she always seems to lose!
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"content": "Dan was focused on the game. The world may as well have consisted solely of the screen and the controller. His fingers blazed along the buttons, hitting intricate combos that would make a pro proud. \n\nHe could hear the taunts of his opponent, but that was irrelevant. All that mattered was the next move. The next attack. The next...\n\nHe lost.\n\nAgain. \n\n\"Damn it!\" He cried.\n\n\"Let's see, I'm pretty sure that makes it, what, ten to zero?\" His opponent, Laura said with obvious pride. \n\n\"I...I was distracted, that's all.\" Dan said. \n\n\"Uh huh. Was it the same fly that got you this time.\" She smirked.\n\nHe hated that even that made her look almost too good. Her plump lips seemed to dare him to make a move on her. Her brilliant green eyes taunted him, mocking his lack of gaming ability. Well, compared to her anyway.\n\n\"M-maybe.\" He said.\n\nShe leaned back. The fabric of her T-shirt stretched around her ample assets. Dan tried not to look.\n\n\"Come on, at least man up and admit you lost.\"\n\n\"I...I want another game.\" He growled.\n\n\"Oh? Ready to lose again, huh?\"\n\n\"No! This time I'm going to win. I...I've been learning your tricks. I know how you play now. There's no way I'll lose.\"\n\nShe shook her head and chuckled. The act caused her lustrous black hair to shake out behind her.\n\n\"Okay, if you're so confident, then how about we make things interesting? What do you want to bet?\"\n\n\"How about...\" Dan was about to say money, but he did not have any cash on him. Laura probably didn't either. A glance at her took his eyes to her shirt. The Legend of Zelda logo was distorted by what was under it. \"How about if I win, you give me a tittyfuck. And if you win, I...I give you the three finger special.\" He said, holding up three fingers.\n\nDan swore he saw her breathing change. An odd glint came to her eyes for a moment.\n\n\"Oh, daring, aren't we?\" Laura said. \"You think whatever you can do with your fingers can match what I can do with these treasures?\" She said waving at her breasts.\n\n\"Only one way to find out, right?\"\n\n\"Hm, you're on.\"\n\nAnd with that, the game resumed. Dan fought to push the thoughts of her out of his mind. He had to focus. He needed to be in control of everything. Both of them selected their characters. The game began. As soon as it did, Dan was throwing everything he had at her. Laura was instantly put on the defensive. He whittled down her health with every bit of skill he had. And, after two rounds, it happened.\n\nHe won. \n\nHe beat Laura.\n\nHe let out a victorious cheer, brandishing his controller like a trophy.\n\n\"See? See? I told you I'd win!\" He cheered.\n\n\"Yeah, you sure did.\" She replied. He barely noticed when she licked her lips. \"I guess that means I have to...pay up, don't I?\"\n\n\"Huh?\" Dan said. He had been so focused on winning that he actually forgot the stakes. And then he remembered. \"Oh yeah, I guess you do, don't you?\"\n\nLaura stood in front of him. She seemed almost too eager to take her shirt off. She did not seem to be ashamed of it. Not that she had anything to be ashamed of, what with her hourglass figure. Her bra came off next. The sight of her bare chest made his eyes go wide and his pants tighten.\n\nIt was with great effort of will that he managed to do anything. This was used to slide his pants and underwear down. It seemed like Laura could not get down fast enough.\n\nHer massive breasts clamped down on his manhood firmly and she moved them up and down as soon as she could start. Dan groaned as she played with him with just as much skill as she did with games.\n\nShe moved slowly at times, quickly at others. She alternated their movements, moving one up and the other down. She moved them both vertically and horizontally. He groaned and writhed as she worked on him, and he marveled at him ability to last for more than a few seconds.\n\nShe squeezed and pulsed and shifted her large, soft bust along his girth in ways he could not even dream of. And soon, it became too much for him to handle. With a roar, he erupted. The air was filled with his seed, and it covered her chest with white ribbons.\n\nLaura cooed and moaned as she wiped it off. She licked it off her fingers like it was something precious. Like some divine nectar.\n\n\"Wow.\" Dan said weakly.\n\n\"Hey Dan.\" Laura said. Her breathing was fast and deep, and she made no move to get dressed.\n\n\"Yeah, Laura?\"\n\n\"Let's play again. And this time, let's raise the stakes, shall we?\"\n\nDan grinned. He was still recovering, but he felt quite confident in his victory. \n\n\"You're on.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’re being treated differently after returning to work with your new “lockdown” figure
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"content": "For as long as I could remember I'd been a skinny girl. Not too skinny. Just kind of on the bony side. No curves at all. Not that it really bothered me or anything, I was just happy being me. I liked the way I looked in the mirror, and if it came down to it I was confident enough in myself that I wouldn't change a thing. But for the first time in my life, I was beginning to get a little self-conscious about the way I looked. My confidence had been shaken. \nWhen the pandemic hit, lockdown was difficult for me. The best thing I could think to do to keep myself busy was to bake. And not just any old cookies. I started making croissants, muffins, brownies, scones, cakes... whatever sounded good that day. \nThe day I made cinnamon rolls I felt like a rock star. It's not that they tasted like anything special but somehow I felt like I'd taken my skills to a whole new level. So it was no surprise that I was determined to do them again the next day. \nThat was a year of my life. Baking, eating, baking, and eating some more. A lonely existence, but I mastered a new skill. I shouldn't have been surprised when I started to put on weight. And sure enough, by the time I got back to work, I looked a lot different. My body had decided not to distribute my new weight evenly so I had curves now. Curves that felt good to hug, curves that made my clothes tight on my body. None of my bras fit, none of my panties fit. \nWhen we were called back into the office I hadn't seen, let alone touched, another person in a year. Trying to find something to wear in my closet that morning was a disaster. All my pants were tight and none of them buttoned anymore. And of course there were no longer any bra choices. But most importantly, the panties I chose were big enough. And the ones I could squeeze into were uncomfortable. \nI finally found a skirt with an elastic and an oversize t-shirt that still clung tightly to my chest. It didn't look good on me and my confidence was a bit shaken. My nipples would be visible if they got hard, but as long as no one looked too closely, I would be fine. \nMy boss greeted me in the same way he always did, \"Good morning!\" before pausing and saying as if by shock, \"Erica?\" \n\"Hi Mr. Taylor.\" \nI felt his eyes dissecting the new curves of my body, lingering on my tits as they jiggled a little, my legs that looked shapelier now. He looked me up and down as he walked by. Then he paused in front of me. \n\"You're not wearing a bra,\" he said quietly. \nI flushed. He must have seen it on my face. \n\"I can see your nipples.\" \nMy nipples hardened as I tried to hide them behind my hands. \n\"Don't you think that's inappropriate for work?\" he asked. \n\"It's fine,\" I replied, \"I'm fine. I didn't expect to be... I didn't have anything that fit anymore.\" \n\"You don't want to make a fuss about it. We have to wear them.\" \nI bit my lower lip embarrassed by the scrutiny of my body. My nipples were still erect and he must have seen that too. He looked me over and sighed as if he was trying to hold his patience together. \n\"Step into my office.\" \n\"Yes sir.\" \nAs I stepped in he shut the door behind me. His desk was still messy from last year but he cleared some space and then gestured for me to sit. As soon as I sat down he grabbed his phone and turned it to face me. \n\"Take off your shirt,\" he ordered. \n\"Sir?\" \n\"Do as you're told.\" \nI was nervous. I didn't understand why he was asking me to do this. He seemed so different today than he did last year. I started to lift my t-shirt over my head and then stopped. He was watching me intently, his phone in his hand. His camera pointed at me. \n\"Go ahead,\" he said impatiently. \nI pulled my shirt off feeling shame as I allowed my tits to swing free and the pooch on my belly to show. His eyes devoured my body as I lifted the shirt above my head and then laid it on top of his desk. \nI heard the simulated sound of a camera shutter echo from his phone. He had taken pictures of my naked body without my permission and without a good reason. \n\"What are you doing?\" I asked softly. \n\"It's time to take care of these issues,\" he said matter of factly, \"I need you to see how your body has changed.\" \nHe scrolled through a few pictures he had taken on his phone. There was no denying that I had put on weight since we'd last met. My thighs were fuller and my butt looked a bit bigger too. He showed me several more pictures of me a year ago. My old skinny body, smiles on my face, clothes looking good on me. Then he showed me the new ones of my body now and the changes that had been wrought upon it in the last year. \nHe pointed at my hips as he said, \"Your hips have gotten wider, all of you has. Here, stand up and take off your skirt.\" \nI stood and tried to cover myself with my hands as I looked at the floor in embarrassment. But he got up and walked to me. He reached out and took one of my hands and pulled it away from my body. He guided it towards my own body and placed it on one of my hips, pushing it against me and forcing it to tug at the top of my skirts elastic. I knew what was about to happen. I didn't have panties that could fit, so he'd see my unkempt pussy lips when he pulled my skirt down. \nHe tugged my hands which tugged at the elastic of my skirt and it gave from around my waist and fell around my feet in a pile of fabric. My naked pussy was fully exposed now for him and I felt exposed too. \n\"Hold still,\" he said quietly and he walked behind me. \nI felt his hand slide over my ass as he rubbed his fingers across my naked backside. He slipped two fingers into my crack and rubbed his thumb around the front of my pussy lips. My pussy was so wet with excitement as he teased me, his fingers sliding over my slick flesh. I felt my body fill with pleasure and anxiety. No one had touched me in any way in longer than I could remember. I said, \"What are you doing?\" \nHe said nothing, only rubbing my pussy with his fingers before slipping them out of me and pushed me forward against his desk. Then he grabbed his phone again and snapped a picture of me from behind. Legs spread, vulva between ass cheeks, sprawled over his desk. My hand flew up to cover my pussy as if to hide it from view and protect myself from any more intrusions. \n\"Mr. Taylor!\" I protested. \nBut he just put his left hand against the small of my back to hold me in place. With his right hand he began to rub my pussy lips until they were swollen with need and desire. Then I heard his zipper. He was undressing behind me and I could feel the pressure of his hand on my backs. He held me down onto the desk so my ass was in the air and then he stepped between my legs to pull my pussy apart as his cock pressed against my cunt. \nHe said, \"Hold still,\" as he began to rub himself up against my pussy. His cock pushed against my wet lips and then slipped inside of me as if it was an old friend greeting me after a long absence. He felt big and hard and so much better than the vibrator I had used to masturbate for the last year. And there was no pain as he pushed himself inside of me and entered my depths. My cunt seemed eager to be fucked after such a long time of abstinence and clenched in delight as if swallowing him whole."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] “Don’t Let the Cum Get on Me!”
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"content": "Hmm... Mix and match some of these:\n\n* She loses self-control to the need for more. Starts off as a craving, within an hour she's interpreting just about anything as consent. Two hours and consent no longer matters to her - she has a need. The fugue goes until she's sated or so worn out she collapses.\n* She's a werewolf-style shapeshifter, and cum is her trigger. The change starts where the cum touches her and spreads, turning her into:\n * An amazonian woman\n * An anthro cheetah\n * A succubus\n * A goblin\n * A man\n * Gives her an exaggerated figure\n* She's just that fertile. It was only skin contact, but she'll be 3 months pregnant by morning and giving birth over the weekend."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wholesome prompts
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"content": "When she found out just how breast obsessed her friend was, even though he'd only ever been able to date smaller chested girls, she decided, that with him being single at the moment, and with her not having thought of a birthday gift for him, she would spend spring break with him, giving him the girlfriend experience with an exceptionally busty girl who never realized how much her body turned him on...\n\nI don't know if you'd like for her to be a cowgirl or a cat girl, but that would be nice. Maybe even a wholesome succubus."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After magic lessons, and courtly duties, the princess's purest outlet for relaxation was disguising herself as a courtesan and really throwing herself into the role...
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"content": "Sylvia collapsed into the chair, exhausted from the lessons of the day. She was being trained to be the next monarch of the kingdom of Anvest and each day was a grueling facade of smiles and polite conversation with the members of the court. Magic lessons were further draining, sapping her vitality with every passing moment. Yet they were necessary for her secret to remain hidden. Being a princess offered very little privacy within the public eye making it difficult to escape from the palace at night without being noticed. Her magical ability had been honed, to disapproving looks from her tutor, in the art of disguise. \n\n \nThe presence of an unknown maid within the palace was easily ignored by the guards and her ruse of being a personal maid to the princess had been accepted without second thought. Slipping through the night, Sylvia stopped underneath a fire lamp to slip off her clothes, changing into a more alluring outfit and running through an alleyway, she soon came upon the manor of Lord Elturel. It was an open secret that his manor was the heart of debauchery within the kingdom and she could attest to that fact with firsthand experience. \n\n \nThe courtesans of Eldurel were all specially chosen for their various skills. On the surface they were brilliant entertainers, each holding a plethora of skills from knife-throwing to proficiency with instruments. Sex was a hidden skill in their vast arsenal of responsibilities at the manor. Beneath the persona present at various banquets he had hosted, many of the courtesans had been beset by the curse of nyphomania, chosen not only for their disposition but their sexual prowess as well. Courtesans of Eldurel were always high-born and of noble upbringing which was why Sylvia had been so easily accepted to 'entertain' at various private events there. Her knowledge of art and politics and rare ability to cast magic had instantly gained her a place within the envied women of the manor. \n\n \nIt was a joke within their circle that they had been chosen both for their breeding in terms of high-class upbringing and intellect as well as their physical capabilities to do so. The latter was something Sylvia was shamefully more proud of. Her companionship often was an intimate and passionate affair and she had a tendency to do more than necessary please a guest. It was a way to relax and it was clear that she had fun with it. Her personality had been kept as a haughty princess, almost daring people to realize who she was, but it was difficult to keep up the act when by midnight, she was almost always nude. \n\n \nHer guest tonight was obviously excited to see her, his cock already standing to attention. It was difficult to blame him though, a glance at the mirror revealed Sylvia in a dark blue, tight-fitting dress that reached down to her ankles. However, a sheer mesh strip had been placed down the center of her captivating dress allowing a clear view of her chest and exposed clitoris. The vertical window to her body teased what lay underneath as she approached him, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. \n\n \nSylvia's appearance had been easily accentuated with her magic, but even without it she liked to believe she was bewitching. Her regal demeanor had been replaced with an almost desperate urgency as she pressed up against him whispering, gently stroking his member. \n\"I know how much you want me \" She continued, nudging his legs open as she quickened the pace of her hand. \"How much you want to put a slutty princess like me in her place\" \"I deserve to be fucked into submission, begging for release!\" \n\n \nShe paused suddenly, the control she had was wielded to a dangerous level. \"You do want to...don't you?\" All it took was an innocent look and he was caught off guard. Sylvia quickly switched into cowgirl, straddling him against the chair. Her pussy had fully enveloped his cock and immediately began rhythmically moving. Each motion accompanied by a moan that erupted from her lips as waves of pleasure hit her toned body. Magic had more lewd applications than most people knew. \n\n \nRocking back and forth, Sylvia held his head in between her breasts, his tongue instinctively roaming to match her movement. Minutes passed as it became more intense, her moans echoing across the room with each thrust, quivering as she struggled to control herself. Sensing he was close to his limit she paused allowing him seconds to recover as she kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring without resistance. It left an obvious imprint that she ignored as leapt onto the bed beckoning him to follow her in. \n\n \nHe followed without a moment's hesitation, her irresistible charm present in the laugh that followed as she was spun round to face the wall. Her ass raised in clear anticipation, her body shivered as he traced his finger from her neck and down her back before guiding his cock in. True to expectation he began to thrust into her without restraint, Sylvia only able to stay lucid by gripping wooden headboard, her magic had been unrestrained allowing her to fall prey to euphoria as the minutes passed. It was clear he was more practiced in this position than when he had been on the chair. Intimacy was at it's highest as he whispered her words back to her. \n\n \nHer blush was obvious, no longer in control of her own expressions. Momentarily she arched her back to gasp for air before turned around to face him for another kiss, her flushed cheeks revealing how close she had been to ecstasy. Sylvia used her last moment of control to push him onto his back in preparation for the final scene. She licked the side of his shaft, letting saliva coat it entirely before attempting to deepthroat it. She held her mouth at the base of his cock, bracing herself against the bed frame. Three, four, five - the seconds ticked by ... fifteen, sixteen. She came back up for air, tears welling in her eyes as she smiled up at him. Insatiable was the only word to express how Sylvia appeared, returning to stroke his throbbing cock. \n\n \n\"You can let me...\" she started her sentence before realizing that cum had already erupted, coating her face and chest in a pearly white glimmer. Sylvia stood back up, letting the saliva and new white veil drip onto the floor. Finally relaxing back into a posture befitting a princess and wondering how much time she had left to return to the palace."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Twist on classic scenarios
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"content": "\\- \"plumber/electrician/IT guy show up to house for job and end up fucking home owner.\" Twist: all of them show up at once. maybe she's shit with scheduling; maybe she bought a new home; maybe they all conspired together to overpower and run a train on her as payment. \n\n\\- \"teacher/student vying for a good grade.\" Twist: she gets off to ridicule and failure, and makes sure she fucks him badly/ruins his orgasm. ALTERNATE twist: a friend records it from the hall since it's the newest tiktok challenge\n\n\\- \"seduce cop at traffic stop\". Twist: cop demands more favors to keep their bodycam turned off\n\n\\- \"obvious under-the-table-blowjob that no one in the family notices.\" Twist: the family is actually legally blind, so the couple start to fuck in front of them more and more blatantly"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Attention Earthlings, your days of freedom are over! As slaves you will now work a grueling 4 hours before attending mandatory aphrodisiac enriched orgies. Yesssssss, shower us with you cheers and applause of despair!
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"content": "“Attention Earthlings! Your days of freedom are over!” is the message that was broadcasted across the world as the ULine emperor took control of our planet five days ago.\n\nThey arrived in the middle of the night with their ships and their machines taking over everything from power stations to water systems. There was no resistance. No last stand. No fight. They simply were not here, and then they were, and they had control of every piece of our technology.\n\nThey then rounded us all up and stuffed us into transport carriers pulling us from our homes. \n\nThey flew us up into space to their massive mother-ships where they live as they travel from planet to planet taking what they want. This time they wanted us. Humans.\n\nTurns out that our race is something special in the galaxy. They won’t tell us how we are special, just that we are.\n\nI have no idea where I am or what time it is. Everything looks the same. Same lighting, same walls, same floor.\n\nMy life now is constrained to oddly shaped hallways, back breaking work, meals, sleep, and exercise. That’s how my life has been for the last four days, if it’s actually been that long?\n\nWake up, drink some kind of purple thick juice that fills me up, and then be directed to push buttons that light up on a machine for the next four hours. No idea what those buttons do but I get shocks of pain if I don’t. Some of them are in hard to reach places so it isn’t just a simple press of the finger.\n\nFollowing all that button pushing is another drink of the purple juice before I’m directed to some exercise machines similar to what you would expect from a gym. \n\nI spend the rest of my day going from machine to machine as I stretch and work my muscles. All the exercise I’m doing reminds me of high school when I was playing football. More endurance work than muscle building seems to be what they are pushing me towards with the various exercises I do.\n\nOf course if I don’t keep up or falter, I get an electric shock. That’s one way to stay motivated.\n\nThen it’s another drink of the purple and off to sleep. I have no idea how long I sleep for. \n\nI haven't seen a clock since I arrived. Actually I haven’t seen anyone since I arrived. I’ve been on my own the entire time. Empty hallways. Empty rooms. Just me.\n\nI start my day like the past couple and get my chubby 35 year old body up off the floor. I feel refreshed and full of energy which is weird considering I wasn’t in shape before and I just slept on the floor.\n\nI do a few stretches before the door to the hallway opens. I exit my ‘room’ and follow the lighted floor directions to my next destination.\n\nI tried once going the other direction than what the lights had indicated but that only ended up in pain.\n\nI enter what I can only guess would be a cafeteria and grab my purple drink from the machine at the end of the counter. I slam it back not trying to taste it before I’m directed to leave.\n\nI follow the lights down the hall and to another room. It’s a button pressing room. \n\nI sigh and start to get to work pressing buttons as the door closes behind me.\n\nI finish up the day of button pressing when the door opens and the lights go out. I follow the directions on the floor, drink another purple, and follow along to my next destination.\n\nI was expecting the gym but instead it’s just an empty room. I step inside and the door closes behind me.\n\nIt’s warmer here. I hadn’t noticed before but the temperature has always been comfortable, unnoticed by me. But this room is much hotter and I can feel myself start to sweat. I hate sweating. Probably why I put on that extra weight as I never wanted to sweat so I didn’t burn off that extra slice of pizza.\n\nI stand there in the room by myself for a while. No indication of what I should be doing. Just blank walls and floors.\n\nThe door opens to reveal a cute young naked woman. She enters the room and the door closes behind her.\n\nI take her in as my eyes travel across her body. She’s fit, I'd say around 18, 19, skinny, small, blond hair, blue eyes, b cup tits, shaved from nose to toes. My horny gross friend would call her a spinner.\n\nI watch her reaction as her eyes travel over my own body. Seeing her take in my 6’0 height, my brown short cut hair, my chubby body to my flaccid 5 inch cock between my legs. She doesn’t give off any reaction.\n\nWe both just stare at each other as we wait to see what happens next.\n\nI watch as beads of sweat start to form on her skin as the room gets hotter. Her nipples start to perk up. I can feel my own start to tighten up as well.\n\nShe smiles at me shyly and I smile back. My dick gives an involuntary twitch and starts to fill with blood.\n\nWe hear a soft beep in the room before one of the walls starts to play a video. It’s a pornographic video.\n\nA young woman is on her knees in front of a man and is licking the head of his cock with her tongue. Over and over her tongue slips out of her mouth and flicks the end of his cock. She keeps going until the guy can’t take any more and then ejaculates. His cock not being touched as his dick twitches and throbs as it releases its load.\n\nThe video stops and replays the scene again. Over and over his cock being licked and then ejaculating. I glance at the woman with me and see her watching the video with her eyes wide.\n\nThe video clip stops playing and the wall returns to its previous state. We hear a soft beep once again.\n\nWe both look at each other wondering what’s next."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A group of girls, a lakeside vacation home and things getting way more naughty than they expected
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"content": "(Woops, I posted in the wrong spot the first time, anyway here’s what my message was:)\n\nI definitely appreciate how broad it is. I wish prompts in general were broader\n\nBut anyway, for an equally broad idea:\n\nMaybe they start creating increasingly elaborate, humiliating, and/or lewd pranks and traps on each other?\n\nThe shenanigans can start out small and maybe innocent, but they spark a bit of sexual tension, which creates the need for revenge and one-upping until things are just ridiculous\n\nMaybe whenever they fall for a trap or get pranked they have to do a round of 100% no-chickening-out Truth or Dare to add to the stakes and make things much lewder or set up for future traps/pranks"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She bought some aftermarket skill software that was supposed to be for thieving. She didn't realize it was also loaded with a full suite of sexbot protocols. Now she has those constantly tugging at her mind...
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"content": "Jojo watched the hooded figure in black denim jeans leave the apartment building. \"Such a cliche\", she said watching the guy walking away. She straightened her slinky strapless red dress as she stood up from the neighborhood sidewalk cafe's table. \"Now or never, I guess.\"\r \n\r \nShe crossed the street on an angled path for the building's doorway. She was moving just fast enough to avoid the one car moving along the street. Her wetware overrode her innate fear of being seen; not blocking it out completely. She took a deep breath, expanding her chest as she felt her hips waggle in an exaggerated sway. \"Fucking wetware shit!\" she mumbled to herself and the empty sidewalk. Her hips didn't settle down as she climbed the flights of stairs up to the doorway. Closing her eyes only made the wet sensation in her crotch hard to ignore.\r \n\r \n Slipping the pick into the lock sent images flooding into her mind of a tiny doll's obscene strapon. Jojo took a deep breath focusing on the pick caressing tumblers inside the lock, forcing the fantasy of tickling the lock's 'g-spot' from her mind. She closed her eyes forcing her mind to concentrate on the lock's construction. The second leveraging pick in the lock broke free turning the cylinder. There wasn't the satisfying sliding click of the bolt moving. She cursed herself for turning the cylinder the wrong way. \r \n\r \nHer second attempt forcing her way into the Dev's apartment went faster as her self hate fueled her motivation. Turning the doorknob felt more like tweaking a lover's clit with just her fingertips on it. \"For the love of...\" she whispered closing the door with deliberate care. She listened for any movement, noise, that might mean someone else was there. The place felt empty, void of occupation. Her heels made satisfying clip-clip across the hardwood floor that elicited a satisfied sigh from her.\r \n\r \nIt was an unconscious movement of her thumbs up her thigh that brought her to a halt in the middle of his living room. Her panties left a light wet trail down the inner part of her thighs as she gave in to the desire. A massive unstoppable desire to pleasure herself then and there. A physiologist might describe it as a aberrant behavior pattern; she didn't care in that movement. Her thumbs had already pushed her hemline up above her waist where it rested. \r \n\r \nThe programming pushed her to feel a greater expansion by pushing two, the three fingers into herself. She'd always had, ever since learning to masturbate, focused on light fast vibrations on her clit. Earlier in her life, masturbation wasn't accompanied by such epic wet squishing sounds or the overwhelming smells of her excitement. Her knees thumped the floor followed by a face plant. Her fingers never stopped moving, coaxing the second orgasm into her reality. Her body was vibrating in the afterglow and the sensation kept her hand from moving at all.\r \n\r \nThere was a coded response in the uploaded wetware she touched off that calmed down the sexbot protocols. The 'event' was over and a reset timer was counting down. \"I'm going to kill him,\" she said with her cheek still pressed against the cold floor. Her toes found the back of the ridiculous shoes, forcing them off her feet. She simultaneously stood and straightened her dress while ignoring her panties by the door. \r \n\r \nThe Dev had all the accouterments set up the last time she was there. It was all put away, hidden, from her sight now. The rummaging began in a systematic fashion, top down, left to right around the room. 'Finally', she thought as the thieving wetware kicked in. The room was empty of anything she remembered being used. There was an envelope taped to the underside of a drawer she pitched on the couch along with a few other trinkets.\r \n\r \nHer hips began their swaying swagger, threatening another episode, as she tried her best to just gingerly walk into his bedroom. The room reeked of his musky scent. Her body took her closer to the bed where the scent was emanating. Short breaths didn't help, and a long luxurious deep one affected her to the core. The bedding was a crumpled mess with his pillow looking like a king's prize. \r \n\r \nHer knee felt at home on his bed. Three, then four strides of her knees had her poised over his pillow. Her eyes rolled back as her knees slipped outwards, lowering her sex onto the soft fabric. She had to fluff the pillow to stand up, provide more resistance to her weight, before grinding her clit against it like her first real orgasmic experience. Her dress slid up her thighs and the sexbot wetware projected an imagined male underneath her. These feeling felt more normal, natural, familiar to her so was far more easy to give into.\r \n\r \nShe was reliving a memory of her first orgasm against a overstuffed elephant. There were so many things her body knew back then that the wetware had only just unlocked. There was a hidden desire for the printed outline of a teacher's cock that she had desperately wanted, dreamed about, and coaxed into make believe sexual fantasies. Her head was trashing around even as her brain began to hurt with sharp pain. There was an pounding ache in her groin as she focused on the crumpled sling bag in the corner. She had found another piece of her plan. Relaxed, her body moved with purpose until her mind couldn't ignore the impending release of energy.\r \n\r \nHer body was trembling from the intensity of her release. It felt to her like the bed was inviting her downward for a comfy nap. She knew that dreams could dominate the wetware protocols, and there was a real need to shut them down, if only for a brief time. She had to fight through the urge to fall face first into the bed and sleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All of his co-workers at the restaurant seem to be super busty super flirty girls who seemed to even disappear with the customers on occasion. As the only guy, he didn't think he fit in, but his coworkers we're welcoming enough to constantly ply him with offers of strangely pink cupcakes...
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"content": "It was a strange pink cupcake Molly offered Ron. All of their co-workers had offered them similar but different strange pink cupcakes. As far as Ron could tell it wasn't a menu item. \n\nFinally Ron broke and ate a cupcake. Molly looked expectantly at Ron. Nothing happened. \"That was different.\" Ron said. Molly looked confused, and dejected. \"It wasn't bad, just it didn't taste like anything I've had before.\" Molly still looked down. \n\n\"You were supposed to become one of us.\" Molly said. Ron thought about all their co-workers and laughed. \"Honey, I was, it took a lot of time, surgeries, and hormones to get this way. But I got some friends who would much rather I bring them to get magic cupcakes than have to go through all that work. I'll be back.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are a conservationist who’s been tasked with a job all lovers of nature covet! The opportunity to help save endangered monsters! They told you you’d be part of the breeding division, and your glad to help repopulate these creatures! Until you figure out you are the one getting bred…
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"content": "This is my first time posting here. I really liked the prompt and wanted to contribute. I hope you'll enjoy it.\n\n\"... Oh and please change into these pants.\" \nThe woman that has been showing you around the facility hands you what seems to be a folded pair of work pants. \n\"The dressing room is right over there.\" \nYou enter the room that the guide pointed towards. It's a normal dressing room with countless lockers and a neighbouring shower room. A man closes his locker and smiles at you. \n\"Hey, first time here?\" \nYou nod. \n\"Thought so. You look really nervous. Working with monster girls is tough for a newbie but no worries dude. Once you learn how to handle the different species it's gonna be the best job you'll ever have!\" \nHe gently bumps his fist on your shoulder as he passes by. \n\"Just try to not get… eaten alive, yeah?\" \nWhat does he mean by that? It's too late to ask now that he's gone you mumble to yourself. You put on the pants the guide gave you. The material feels sturdier than you expected. Not exactly comfortable but safety first… safety? What for? You ignore your concerns for now and exit the dressing room. \n\nThe guide immediately shoves you down the hallway. Apparently the breeding assistant scheduled for this shift called in sick and you'll need to take his place. Before you can ask any questions the guide leads you through a large gate and closes behind you. You figure there's only one way to go - towards the mist creeping along the edge of a large forest. From what you heard the mist is a sort of barrier keeping wild and untamed demihumans away from human civilization. \nDomestic 'monster girls' are the offspring of wild demihumans and have become quite popular. Minotaurs for example are happily working jobs that require manual labour while more 'exotic' feline demihumans have a huge online presence. To meet society's demand for domestic monster girls, a breeding project was funded which you immediately applied for. \n\nThe mist around you begins to clear as you continue walking into the forest. You take a look around but don't find any signs or paths that could lead you towards the breeding station. Is there even a breeding station? \nCrack. \nStartled you turn around. There is nothing but trees and bushes. You can't shake the feeling that something is watching you. The air is different. It feels… warm? \nBefore you can turn around something sweeps your legs and you fall face down into the dirt. You roll on your back protecting your face with your arms but your attacker isn't aiming for your head. \nA feline demihuman with tan skin and pitch black hair rips your pants apart with her sharp claws. \n\"A male! He's mine! My turf, you're mine!\" \nHer large dark ears and her bright yellow eyes are completely focussed on you. Your lower body lies exposed after she effortlessly removed the sturdy fabric with surgical precision. There isn't even a scratch on your skin. \n\"A dick! A human dick! All for me!\" \nBy now you've overcome the initial shock and explain that you're one of the breeding assistants. She grins at you as she lowers her head. \n\"Yes! Breeding! Ahhhh…\" \nHer long red tongue begins slowly yet firmly massaging your balls. A shock runs through your body. Are you still scared? Are you aroused? You cannot tell. Her hot breath brushes up your shaft and you harden in response. The two hungry yellow eyes are watching you grow inch by inch. \n\"Ohhhh! Big! Human boy bigger than other human!\" \nShe gets up from the ground and stands up straight, planting her feet left and right of your hips. Even on the ground you can tell that she must be tall. Her silhouette is shaped by her strong legs and wide hips flowing into a narrow waist. She's muscular. No wonder she ripped your pants like paper. \nHot sticky fluid runs down your throbbing member as she squats down, kissing your head with her flushed lower lips. She doesn't mess around and drops her hips down your entire length. An excited squeal escapes her mouth and her tail shoots straight up as she clenches down on your cock. With her legs still shaking she raises her hips only to mercilessly crash down again. \nOver and over she impales herself on your throbbing dick with ferocious speed. She's gripping you tightly despite the large size of her body. This onslaught is too much for you to handle. You feel your own orgasm approaching fast. Any attempt to make her slow down miserably fails. She only pushes you down harder. Both of you are panting like animals in heat. You notice her eyes losing focus, her tongue hanging out and her grip loosening. The first wave of pleasure shoots through your cock. Spreading from the head, down the root and through your abdomen. You pump your first load of your seed into her. This is exactly what she wanted. You feel her walls twitching and convulsing around your shaft, amplifying each new wave of pleasure, forcing you to shoot more and more of your baby batter inside. \nShe collapses on top of you. You too, are out of juice and it takes you a while to roll her to the side. With shaky legs you try to stand up, your now soft cock escaping her tight embrace. Ropes of juice and cum still drip from your dick as you bask in the glory of your first job well done… as well as it could have gone at least. You feel drained and decide to head back… without any pants to put back on. \nOnce again you have this strange feeling and turn around. Dozens of eyes glow from the bushes - all fixated on your still wet and dripping cock."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Last year, he had been cursed by a witch to turn into a cute girl once a month. Now that Halloween has come, he's found the witch again... so she can make the change permanent.
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"content": "\"Hey Alex, are you sure we're going to find this witch? I mean, \"The moonlit grove on Halloween night\" isn't exactly a home address.\"\n\n\"It's my best guess, with all the clues we found this far. And if I don't find her now I'll be waiting another year.\" Alex ducked under a branch, for once thankful for her short height, as they made their way deeper into the woods. Her flashlight bounced off the trees and as she swept it back and forth, filling the woods with long shadows.\n\n\"Just saying, any time you want to give up and go to Kevin's Halloween party, we can... oof!\" Eric suddenly bumped into his friend as she stopped short.\n\nThe overgrown woods abruptly opened into a broad, circular clearing with a single dead tree in the center. Moonlight shone down on it like a spotlight. Under the dead branches, there was a figure in a black dress with a pointy hat. She turned at the sight of Alex's flashlight, regarding her curiously.\n\n\"Not a lot of humans go looking for a witch on purpose. What brings you here?\"\n\nAlex swallowed nervously. Just like last time, the witch had this eerie calm about her. Like Alex was just a particularly interesting bug.\n\n\"Well, go on. Ask her to change you back to normal,\" Eric hissed.\n\n\"Um, Annabeth, right? Witch Annabeth. You put a curse on me, last Halloween.\" Alex explained. \"I turn into a girl, once a month. From nightfall to nightfall on the last day of each month.\"\n\nThe witch nodded slowly, with dawning familiarity. \"Oh, I remember now. You made some crude joke about it being my time of the month, so I cursed you to have a time of your own. A bit cliche, but I thought it was funny.\"\n\nShe paused, then added \"If you've come to ask me to lift the curse, don't bother. I still think it's funny.\"\n\n\"Crap! I knew this wouldn't be that easy.\" Eric cursed.\n\nAlex, however, just nodded quietly, as if she'd been expecting this. \"I figured. Can you make the transformation permanent instead?\"\n\nAnnabeth arched an eyebrow. \"An interesting idea, young lady. Perhaps I misjudged you.\"\n\n\"Dude, I thought we were trying to find this witch so she could change you *back.*\" Eric said.\n\nAlex shrugged. \"It started out that way, but... if I'm being honest, I like being a girl. Besides, I'm cuter this way.\" She shifted her hip and smiled playfully. It was undeniably cute.\n\n\"You... This doesn't make any sense. You can't just... *decide* you're a girl now. You're my *bro.*\"\n\n\"Does it really matter that much? I'm Alex either way,\" his friend replied. \"And transforming is a real hassle. There's always someone who's like \"who's that blonde girl in Alex's seat?\" at school because they only see this form once a month.\"\n\nActually, the first time he transformed had been even more of a hassle - even his parents didn't recognize him - but apparently this wasn't the first time something supernatural had happened at his school. The elderly school librarian had been surprisingly helpful in getting everyone up to speed on Alex's new \"condition.\"\n\nEric shook his head. \"This is too weird for me. You've been a girl for what, twelve days total? And you're ready to make it permanent?\"\n\n\"How much time do you need to feel comfortable in your own skin?\" Alex countered. \"I'm *better* in this form. I feel more confident, I'm better at talking to people, and - I think this is worth repeating - I'm *cute as hell.*\"\n\n\"While this is a *fascinating* argument,\" the witch drawled, \"if this drags on much longer I'm going to start inventing curses to teach you two the preciousness of time.\"\n\nEric blanched. \"Okay. Just promise me you've really thought this through.\"\n\n\"Absolutely. I want to stay a girl.\" Alex said firmly.\n\nThe witch nodded. \"Easily done.\"\n\nShe pulled a willow wand from somewhere in her dress, and swished it through the air above Alex's head. \"To keep you as you are now, I just need to gather the curse in...\"\n\nThe witch continued the swishing motion and tapped Eric sharply on the head. \"...and then drop it somewhere else. I believe you said you didn't understand what your friend saw in her transformation?\"\n\nAs she said it, Eric's body began to change, his muscles thinning and his breasts swelling beneath his shirt. In a few moments he was in the shape of a tall, dark-haired beauty.\n\nThe witch stepped backwards and faded into the dark with a cackle.\n\nAlex looked at her transformed friend and shrugged helplessly. \"Witches, what can you do?\"\n\n---\n\nAN: This one fought me. I think the trouble is the punchline is basically in the prompt - it was hard to find something to spin drama out of, let alone lewds."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The students were excited when the new school pool opened and mandatory COED swimming classes were introduced to the schedule. They were less excited when they discovered to avoid pump clogging, all clothing was prohibited while swimming or poolside.
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"content": "Small town. Actually a company town. Everyone living in this small town works at the local company. If it wasn’t for the company no one would be living here.\n\nIsolated, in the middle of nowhere. Only way to reach us is by plane. Weather sucks. Always cold. Always wet. No shopping. Deliveries take forever. Nothing to do but work. Same people day in and day out.\n\nCompany takes care of us though. Not one of those places that take advantage but actually appreciates and honors its employees. Great benefits. Hell they even built a small private school for us kids.\n\nSpeaking of which they just happened to finish the new high school pool. Senior year and the pool is finally finished.\n\nToday is the day that Hank, or Mr. Hank, as he likes to be called, is taking my class for our walk-through of the pool.\n\n“So here we are. The new pool. Neat isn’t it? Took forever but it’s finally built. So we will spend today going over all the rules and what’s expected of you. Tomorrow we will get wet!” Mr. Hanks says to our small class.\n\nSince it’s a company town and in the middle of nowhere our class sizes tend to be on the small side. It just so happens that this class is only six of us. Two boys and four girls. Including myself.\n\nWe’ve all been going to class together for the past six years so we all know each other pretty well at this point. There's myself, Jon. I’m a six foot skinny beanpole of a kid. I’m not very active but not a couch potato either. I like to keep to myself. People tend to say I’m shy but I don’t think I am. I just don’t talk if I don’t have anything to say.\n\nFred is the other guy in our class. I don’t really like him but we get along ok. He’s more of the class clown, trying to get laughs for doing stupid things. He’s 5’7 and a bit pudgy. Not fat, just a little padding everywhere.\n\nAmy is a feisty little red head. 5’4 and skinny. I swear a skeleton is bigger than she is. Flat chested, fit, and full of energy. I don’t know how many times she's been sent to the principal's office for fighting with teachers.\n\nJen, little miss perfect. Always has to be right. Always with the fake smile and helping hand. She's six foot, B cup tits, and brown shoulder length hair. It’s hard to tell if her caring is real or fake. \n\nSue is a take charge kind of girl. Always ready to meet the next challenge. She's around 5’7 tall with blond hair. She's fit and likes to run. Tends to wear a bit riskay clothes, just a bit on the safe side of pushing it too far seems to be her style.\n\nMay is the shy quiet one. Always there but always overlooked. 5’6, black hair, loose baggy clothing seems to be her main choice in clothing. I’ve never been able to tell if she's skinny or fat with how she wears her clothes. Friendly when 1 on 1 but if it’s in a group she rarely speaks up.\n\n“So of course, no running in the pool area. We have ten lanes for swimming laps as you can see. Down that hall is the locker room, weight room, and sauna. This room is the mechanical room and is off limits to students. Storage over there. I know all of you know the basics of swimming so I’m not too worried about teaching you. Our classes will be more on getting your forms correct and working on building your stamina.” Mr. Hank explains pointing out the various features of the pool and surroundings.\n\n“We only have the one locker room so it’s coed. You're all old enough so you can share at the same time. Other classes will be splitting the time, first girls then the boys but that won’t be necessary for you all.” Mr. Hank explains.\n\nI can see the troubled looks of some of my classmates while others have weird expressions, along with Mr. Hank. We will be getting naked in front of each other. Naked women, naked men, same locker room."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The hypnosis worked fantastically on your partner. But you can’t remember what the trigger was to snap them into and out of it.
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"content": "David Boran rarely appeared in public these days, and it was even rarer for him to do pubic shows anymore. So when it was announced he was doing a show in Vegas at the Venetian, the tickets sold out in about 5 minutes. I had to pay a ridiculous price to a scalper to get two tickets to the show. I never told my wife Julia what I actually paid for the tickets, and I added enough of “her” stuff to our Vegas trip itinerary to make her not ask too many questions.\n\nI had watched David Boran’s “Anything Goes” and “Midnight Train” specials on DVD a bunch of times when I was in my early 20s. I had never seen anything like it, and still haven’t. The way he blended comedy, hypnosis, and borderline pornographic content is just wild. One of those “I can’t believe he got away with doing that stuff” kind of shows.\n\nI clearly remember the night of the show, at least up until the halfway point. David led a few selected audience members up to the stage, got them to do things they probably wouldn’t do normally, and kept telling jokes to keep everything light and fun. A couple of the women on stage were topless, a couple were bottomless. There were three guys on stage initially and David had convinced them they had taken a super Viagra, so all three had rock hard erections tenting their pants. The show was a blast and my wife Julia was having a good time. My plan of leading her back to the room after the show and having some kinky fun was going great!\n\nThe second half of the show is where my memory starts to fade. I remember a younger athletic looking guy being led onstage, and I remember he was quickly naked from the waist down. David told him something about having a fully automatic penis. David said “lift off” and the guy almost instantly had a full erection. David said “blammo” and the guy instantly orgasmed, busting a nut right onto the stage despite nothing touching his dick. I remember a woman going on stage and doing a dance. I have vague memories of my wife Julia being on stage, and something about the number 3. And I’m pretty sure I was on stage, but I only have vague recollections of taking a bow. The next thing I remember clearly was being in the lobby of the theater getting drinks. My wife was super horny and we went back to our room and had some of the best sex of our relationship! Seriously it was like when we were first together, but better. We probably fucked for an hour that night.\n\nWe spent a couple more days in Vegas before flying back home. I talked with Julia about our experience at the David Boran show of course, but her memory was as patchy as mine was. She claims I was never on stage, even though I insisted I had multiple fragments of memory that had me up there. She remembers being naked and masturbating at one point. She also says she got to tell the automatic penis guy “blammo” and some of his jizz ended up on her breasts. I definitely didn’t remember any of that! I asked her how she felt about it and she just shrugged her shoulders. She said it was all in good fun and we knew going in we could end up on stage. I thought it was very odd my normally shy wife was totally cool about being nude in front of a huge theater audience. She had masturbated in front of hundreds of people, even had a guy ejaculate onto her breasts and she was all “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” about it.\n\nI had thought that was the end of it. But then about a month after the show I came home from a golf game to find my wife naked on the couch, furiously masturbating. The TV was on, but it wasn’t porn playing, it was just one of those dumb reality cooking shows. But Julia wasn’t even paying attention to the TV, she was concentrating on flicking her bean. I cleared my throat to let her know I was there, but she ignored me and just kept rubbing away. She seemed to be in a trance. And after a few attempts to snap her out of it I realized she really WAS in a trance! I tried pulling her arm away, but she just forcefully puled it back and went back to masturbating. The only thing she ever said was “gotta have 3”. I watched my wife all zoned out and masturbating for a while. When she had the third orgasm she finally snapped out of it.\n\nShe seemed disoriented, and I asked her if she knew what had just happened. She just slowly shook her head.\n\n“You’ve been masturbating for like half an hour, hun.” I told her.\n\nShe looked down at her naked body, saw her hand was wet with her juices. After a moment she said “I…I don’t remember masturbating. I was watching Next Top Chef, and then you were just standing there all of a sudden.”\n\nI picked up her discarded panties from the floor and handed them to her. “Well, I clearly saw you going to town. Like I said you were at it for like..30 minutes. Kept saying something about having to have 3?”\n\nShe looked right at me with an almost scared look and said “I don’t remember any of that.”\n\nWe of course assumed it was an after effect of David Boran’s show. But neither of us remembered enough of the show to know the specifics of what had happened to her. We looked up David Boran’s website and found the contact information page. We sent an email to the “David Boran Entertainment public relations team” but only ever got back generic replies. I don’t think any of our emails were ever seen by an actual human. After a couple weeks we both forgot about it again.\n\nThen one Tuesday evening I was watching the news channel when I heard a loud clanging noise coming from the kitchen. I went in there to find my wife once again naked and masturbating. She was just lying on the kitchen floor in a trance, mumbling about having to have 3 while furiously rubbing herself. I looked around for anything that might have been a trigger but the only thing I saw was that she had her Air pods in. She had been listening to music while cleaning up the kitchen. After she had finished masturbating I had her try to figure out what song had sent her under, but she had just been listening to Spotify, and we had no idea of what had been playing other than it was one of “Adult Alternative” selections. There were thousands of possible songs.\n\nOver the next few months there were probably 5 more hypnotic masturbation incidents. One of them was while she was at work! She texted me one day to say she had woken up naked in one of the bathroom stalls with a wet hand. Apparently she had gone under, but at least had enough modesty in her trance state to get to the bathroom before stripping and rubbing out three selfie orgasms. We still had no idea what her trigger phrase was. We still couldn’t contact David Boran, and we couldn’t find any leaked video of our show online. Security had pretty strictly enforced the no cell phones/no filming policy. While it was a relief to know our erotic hypnosis antics on stage weren’t going to be on the internet forever, it was frustrating to not even know what had happened.\n\nWe decided to make a Reddit post asking for people who had been at the February 19th Boran show in Vegas."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The world is suffering an energy crisis and the leading scientists are running out of options. Gambling their credibility, they’ve resorted to mystical solutions and summoned a demon to their realm. “Okay, succubus, we need to know how you convert sexual energy into useable energy for science.”
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"content": "The room stopped shaking as suddenly as it started. Broken beakers, flasks, and test tubes were strewn across the tile floor of the lab. The three scientists who had aided in conducting the ritual were cowering under the work stations. Dr. Breen, the head of the lab, peaked his head out as the earthquake ceased. \n\nA woman in black garb stood in the center of the room, an old leather tome in her hands. She had proclaimed her witchy abilities when approached by the scientists, so they brought her on board. The request was simple enough, energy in the world was in short supply and they desperately needed a breakthrough. \n\nHer smirk had sent a chill through each of the scientists involved in the decision. \n\nThey spent two weeks collecting the necessary ingredients for the ritual. Dr. Sanchez, a petite scientist with a smattering of degrees from the Ivy’s, had expressed doubt about magic and witchcraft in general. Hell, Breen had doubted the truth of the request himself. Dr. Ferguson had been the only one on the team that fully bought into the idea. \n\nBreen’s jaw gaped at the sight before him. Next to Clarissa, the witch, a fleshy purple and red skinned creature floated slowly to the ground. It had to be 8 feet tall with long, black horns protruding from its head. A prehensile tail waved slowly from behind as huge bat wings slowly flapped, the creature lowering itself to the ground. \n\n“Great Succubus, I am Clarissa, the one who summoned you!” Clarissa called out in a loud voice. The creature stretched its arms and legs out and then opened its eyes. The piercing red of the demon’s gaze sent Breen back under the workstation he had hid under. \n\n“**You? Summoned me for what purpose?**” the creature’s voice was as terrifying as its appearance. Sanchez and Ferguson both stayed put under their stations, each shaking with an otherworldly fear. \n\n“These scientists have requested your help. They seek a solution to a problem, and believe you could provide that. Dr. Breen?” Clarissa looked over to where he had been hiding. The succubus smirked and let itself drop to the floor finally. It’s form shrank, becoming more human with each passing second until it appeared to look similar to a tall woman. \n\n“I-we…” Breen started. His voice was still shaking. He could hardly move. He barely believed in ghosts, let alone actual demons. He took a moment, wiping small tears from his eyes as he climbed out from his hiding spot. “My n-name is Dr. Mitchell Breen… y-you have been summoned to help with our energy c-crisis,” he was able to stutter out, keeping his eyes trained on the floor. \n\nBravery surged for a moment as the doctor glanced up. His whole demeanor changed as he looked at the witch and the woman next to her. Gone was the giant, hideous, monstrous abomination, and in its place was a pretty, tall, shapely woman. Her eyes were pretty, but intense. \n\n“Y-you? Where did?” he started to ask. \n\n“I am one in the same. You requested help? With an energy problem?” her soft, almost melodic voice called out. The doctor nodded. “And there are others here? Another man and a woman?” The doctor nodded slowly once again. “Come out, friends. I mean you no harm here.” \n\n“The binding circle helps to keep our friend’s power contained,” Clarissa explained, gesturing to the circle of runes surrounding the creature. Slowly, Sanchez and Ferguson peeked out from their respective hiding spots. \n\n“Good. Now then, your problem?” the succubus asked in a calm, if not a bit seductive, voice. She slowly sat into a conjured chair as the doctor began to explain the issue at hand. \n\n****\n\n“So… you want energy independence and you think a succubus can help?” the demon clarified once again. The doctors all nodded in unison. “To harness the energy of sex into a usable format?” Another unified nod. The succubus let out a laugh, slapping her knee. Tears formed in her eyes as she laughed at their request. \n\n“It’s not unreasonable!” Sanchez spoke up. She had given the succubus the figures about the dire state of the crisis, so she took particular offense to the creature’s response. “We never should have done this. Clarissa, banish her back to wherever she came!” \n\nThe witch had taken her own seat on the far end of the lab, picking idly at her nails. She glanced up as her name was called. “Oh, I can’t banish it back. I’m a summoner. I don’t have those abilities,” she explained almost passively. “I just hung around to get paid.” \n\n“You what?!” Ferguson erupted. “We trusted you-“\n\n“To summon a succubus. I did that. You didn’t ever say anything about returning it. Succubi have their own rules and code for how they return to their dwelling place. Isn’t that right?” Clarissa looked to the succubus. It smirked and nodded. \n\n“By our laws, succubi cannot return to their place unless at least one soul has been taken, or the succubus is *wholly* sexually satisfied,” she explained, her eyes surveying each scientist’s face. Her chair had transformed into more of a lounger. Breen had taken long, slow looks at the creature’s chosen form. \n\n“As I said, I cannot send her back without her requirements being satisfied. Part of the deal. Magic with a cost, this isn’t some storybook ending where you can just avoid the con-“\n\n“Can it, bruja,” Sánchez spat out. \n\n“Hostile,” the succubus smirked. “I like that fire, mija. But it won’t be necessary. I think I have a solution to your little energy problem. And I don’t think *you* will have much of a problem with it.” It stood and the chair disappeared from where it sat. \n\n“And what is that solution?” Ferguson asked, cautiously intrigued. \n\nThe succubus tapped her chin thoughtfully before speaking again. “Let me out of the binding circle and I’ll explain further. That is… if you can trust a demon.”"
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"content": ">!I hope nobody gets off to this. It's November!!< \n\n\n“Alright, get changed in there, your tubes uh…”\r \nThe security guard pressed a finger to his template, his eyes going milky white and flicking side to side across empty space.\r \n“Tube 7.” he concluded.\r \n“Thankyou.” said Alice to the guard back as he walked away, speaking quickly to his radio.\r \nShe eyed the door and pushed through it into a dark dank room, mostly young athletic women like herself pranced about in strange costumes. The air was wet with sweat and heavy with cigarette smoke. A mermaid?... a woman shuffled along the floor in her tail and hopped her arse up onto a crate, flipper hanging over the edge. She lit up a cigarette, dull and drudgery written into her face, she flicked away ash as she caught Alice’s curious gaze. A smirk of mirth crossing into her lips.\r \n“Fucking rich people.” said the mermaid.\r \nAlice waved awkwardly but had to jump back as a woman covered in yellow slime pushed past. “Why am I in the tank? When the fuck’s Sarah getting back?”\r \nAlice gave up on friend making as she seemed to be in everybody's way all at once, dodging a trolley of costumes, a minotaur looking guy holding a foe axe, a plant woman, her head started to spin with the chaos. She quickly looked about and found spiral staircases dotted with big scrawled numbers in marker. She found 7, pushing through the crowd. There were no gloves or head protection, no outfit or padded mat. She dumped her duffel on the steps and climbed up, assuming she would find gear at the top. The metal stairs curled onto themselves up through a metre thick cement floor. A bright white light and muscular male calves hanging down from the top.\r \n“You don’t smoke do you?” he asked.\r \nAlice rose a few more steps bringing his face into view. Her head popping up above the floor to see the stairs ended in a blinding white cylindrical tube a few metres across.\r \n“...the last girl smoked. Stank up the whole stage. I’m Simon.”\r \n“Alice. I don’t smoke.”\r \n“Good… First time?” he asked, eyes running down her body and taking in her curves without a hint of shame.\r \nShe nodded, brow furrowing as she looked around. There was nothing in here at all let alone equipment. Simon wore no protective gear, just a singlet over his muscular chest and loose shorts. She felt overdressed in her crop top and thigh length skirt. He offered a hand, she took it.\r \n“It’s easy, don’t make eye contact with them, don't talk too loud, it’s not soundproof and uh, don’t glare at them.”\r \nAlice nodded, hauled up like she weighed nothing at all. He pointed to the other side and she stood there, he pulled a door over the hole in the floor, hesitating a moment. He dropped it and took up a fighting stance. The moment the door sealed shut the tube flashed black, only a white light high above them that didn’t reach beyond their ‘stage’. Feint gloomy figures moved through the black in cocktail dresses holding drinks. They flitted about, glancing her way and to other tubes of light. A mermaid swam in one, bobbing to the surface periodically, a girl jumped about in another dodging spurts of slime.\r \n“Hey… focus.” whispered Simon, his mouth barely moving.\r \nHe wound up slowly, both fists held high above his head like he was a child about to smash a sand castle. He charged… lumbered toward her, face twisted into mock rage. Alice sidestepped him like he was a rude commuter. He crashed into the solid perspex and came about, throwing slow laboured punches toward her. He moved like he was under water, she felt a pang of shame and cringed a little at the display.\r \n“Fight back.” he whispered.\r \nShe felt silly as she casually sidestepped his slow punch, slipping under his muscular arm and throwing a sharp jab into his fleshy soft side. His body rippled outward, muscles tensing and sucking skin into their gaps. His whole body tensed so that when her second jab stuck his bicep it felt like hitting a stump. He came about, a flash of a smile on his lips. He punched, faster this time. Alice danced around the danger zones to jab at his over extended arms. She bobbed forward, daring him to strike and punishing him when he took the bait.\r \n“Last girl screamed when we started… you know how to fight?”\r \nA quick jab surprised her, sliding narrowly across her midriff, she responded with an elbow and slid back out of his reach.\r \n“Used to be riot control.” she whispered.\r \n“Oh hell!” he said, too loudly.\r \nThe gloves came off. Alice was jumping out of the way of blows and knees, shoulders rolling and dropping her weight beneath sharp quick strikes.\r \nHis body flexed, muscles tensed and ready, his already muscular proportions emphasised. His fists clenched into tight white knuckles that swung at her. She punched the back of his shoulder and jumped back, shaking her sore hand. He turned around with a smile, eyes flicking to her hand. He took a moment to gloat, arms high and stalking around her, like a boxer who had won a round. It gave her a moment while she flexed her hands and limbered up for another bout.\r \nShe ducked forward into his range, he knew it was a faint but played along with a punch. She ran along his outstretched arm but instead of batting at his muscles she stole a handful of his singlet, the material ripping around his body and coming free.\r \n“Hey!” he said.\r \nShe flashed a toothy grin at him, dancing through his grabby hands and with another final rip she had torn it in two. He narrowed his eyes but quickly understood, taking a moment to flex and show off his bare chest.\r \nShe wrapped the material tightly around her knuckles, stretching the fabric to its limit, when she closed her fists anew the material creaked and braced her knuckles tightly.\r \n“Pitty I don’t have a roll of pennies.” she said sweetly, interrupting his showing off to their spectators."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The onboard AI in her head was supposed to be able to pilot her body for extremely monotonous or precise tasks. And then there was the lewd surprise subroutine her mischievous BFF inserted...
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"content": "Sheila walked into the house and dropped the groceries on \nthe counter. She kissed Mark. \n\n\n \n“I’m going to work out for a while,” she added. \n\n \nShe put on her leggings and sports bra. As she closed the \ncloset door and saw her image in the mirror, the AI triggered the workout \nroutine. \n\n \n“Workout routine active,” she muttered in a low robotic \nvoice. \n\n \nBasically, the AI would take control of her cognitive and \nmotor function for the predetermined task, in this case, thirty minutes of cardio \non the treadmill. In the meantime, her brain would be put into something akin \nto a REM sleep state, a restorative pause that will count towards her needed \nsleep hours. If she added up to eight hours of autopiloted-ai routines, she \nwouldn’t need to sleep and could use those hours to make progress on her \ncreative work. \n\n \nAs the counter reach zero and the treadmill beeped, the AI awoke \nSheila’s brain, giving her back control over her body. \n\n \nIt took a bit for Sheila to get used to waking up from the \nAI, but after three months she had the hang of it. \n\n \nShe stepped down the machine removing her top. \n\n \n“I have to add the shower routine,” she said to herself \nwhile she yelled, “Mark, I’m going to take a shower.”\n\n \nAs she turned, Mark was watching her from under the door \nframe, his dick hanging out from his zipper.\n\n \n“Wife of the year routine activated,” the AI spoke through \nSheila. “Provide program to run. Pause program by using the keyphrase “Good \ngirl”, terminate AI with keyphrase “Back to marriage”.”\n\n \nMark smiled self-satisfied, proud of his handy hack. \n\n\n \n“Start cock-swallower program,” said Mark. \n\n\n \nSheila advanced towards him immediately, her eyes lost in \nnothingness. She dropped to her knees, her hands on Mark’s butt, and \nimmediately put his member into her mouth. Mark was still limp, but this was \nnot an issue at all. Sheila suctioned and suck with all his dick in her mouth until \nit grew harder, and then, she started swinging her head back and forth, her \nlips closed tight as they slid tip to base, taking it all in. Tears formed in \nher eyes as her throat was bashed, but the AI was doing a good job at keeping \nher gag reflex in line. \n\n\n \nMark accompanied her head, holding her from her hair, but in \na way regretted that he didn’t need to push it in as she was already going as \nfar as it could go. He made a mental note for a future improvement. \n\n\n \n“Good girl,” he said. \n\n\n \nSheila stopped, pulling him out just enough so the tip was \ntouching her lips. She looked up. \n\n\n \n“Start can-I-have-your-ass program,” Mark stated with a \nsmile. \n\n\n \n“Of course, you can have it, my love. It’s yours to fuck,” \nSheila’s robotic voice replied. \n\n\n \nShe turned around and dropped her chest to the floor, her \nlegs spread and her hips high. \n\n\n \nMark considered lubing her hole like he always did, but at \nsome point, he had to test the routine raw. This was as good time as any and his \ndick was wet enough, so he just got behind her and started pushing himself in. \nIt was, obviously, much harder than the other times, but he was gladly surprised \nto see that the AI control on the sphincter was better than, he imagined, most \npeople’s would be. There was some resistance, but soon he found himself balls \ndeep into her ass, mercilessly hammering it. It was warm and tight, and it didn’t \ntake long for Mark to be ready to cum. \n\n\n \n“Good girl,” he muttered almost breathlessly. \n\n\n \nSheila slid her hips downward, leaving his tip out, but just \nby the entrance. Her head turned, almost unnaturally, Mark thought, and stared \nat him awaiting instructions. \n\n\n \nMark stood up again. \n\n\n \n“Start cum-slut program.” \n\n\n \nAlmost mechanically, Sheila rotated on her knees and threw \nher mouth to Mark’s cock. Mark considered if he should add natural reactions to \nsmells and textures as part of the routine, for a more real feel. As it was, \nSheila was just devouring his dick as if that was her only purpose in life. Her \nhands massaged his balls and ass as her nose kept slamming Mark’s pubes. Her \nneck swung her head at a ridiculous speed and Mark needed only a few seconds to \ncum. Sheila slowed down then and regarded his shaft as if it was ice cream, \nusing her lips to milk every drop into her mouth. Once nothing else came out, she \nmoved back and showed it to Mark, pride on her face, right before she swallowed. \n\n\n \n“Good girl. Start destroy-evidence program,” he said as he \nput his now limp cock back in his pants. \n\n\n \nSheila started to move frantically. She went to the bathroom, \ntaking several minutes to come back, then got on the spot she had first turned \naround, with the top still on her arm not yet fully out of her body. \n\n\n \n“Warning, some changes couldn’t be repaired. Anus receptors \ncan’t be reversed,” robotic Sheila said from under the top’s fabric. \n\n\n \n“Well… it was meant to happen at some point,” he muttered. “Back \nto marriage,” he sighed. \n\n\n \nSheila was startled as the top came out of her head and saw \nMark standing. \n\n\n \n“You scared me!” \n\n\n \n“Nice boobies,” Mark smirked. \n\n\n \n“Stop it perv,” she smiled. “Hmm, I think we need to cut \ndown on the spicy food,” she added rubbing her butt."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your hyperspermia meant that you would cum literal buckets of cum every few hours. You hide these buckets away until you can figure out how to dispose of them. One day however, your female best friend accidentally stumbles onto one of them…and casually drinks the entire thing. “Mmm yummy!”
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"content": "I stared at Stella in wide-eyed shock. The cute shy bookworm had just gone to look for one of my hoodies because she was cold while we were studying. I told her she could grab one before I even thought that the bucket was in there. It was bad enough I had a rare medical condition called hyperspermia. My oversized testicles and glands created so much ejaculate that I had to relieve myself every few hours or it would get uncomfortably painful. It didn't help that the cute girl was coming over to study.\r \n\r \nI had such a crush on Stella, she was cute and sweet and the nicest person I'd ever met. She brought me chicken soup when I was sick, and helped me pass my biology and anatomy exams. I wasn't dumb but she was much better with the \"squishy\" sciences as she called them. I helped her with math, chemistry, and physics. Being so close to the pretty woman was frustrating enough without my balls aching for release. So much to my shame, I had spent the hour before she arrived thinking about her as I jacked off filling a gallon bucket full of cum. It was easy when I thought about her petite feminine body, her cute perky tits, her beautiful face, those shy demure eyes, and her soft pink lips. I could easily imagine her tiny body riding my cock or pushing deep into her naive throat.\r \n\r \nIt wasn't something I was proud of okay? It just came so naturally. Perverted thoughts about the innocent and naive girl seemed to float into my head all the time! It was like I couldn't help myself. Treating the fresh-faced young girl like a slut dominated my thoughts and my unfortunately VERY wet dreams. I usually woke up in a puddle of cum after dreaming about her. Still, I would never treat her like that. I would never do anything to make her think less of me. Which is why I was desperate to stop her from looking in the closet. She had been early and the literal bucket of cum I had to hide had gone in the one place I could think of.\r \n\r \nI expected her to scream, freak out, and run out of my dorm room. I expected her to be disgusted and never want to see me again. I did NOT expect her to pick the bucket up effortlessly, tip it back and drink the entire contents in a series of impressive chugs that would have put most frat boys to shame. I watched her slender delicate neck bulge and pulse as she emptied the almost overflowing bucket. When the contents were gone she gulped one more time, licked her lips, then wipe her face with the back of her sleeve.\r \n\r \n\"Mmm, yummy,\" Stella's afterthought of an exclamation was accompanied by a half-moan of pleasure.\r \n\r \nThere was nothing I could do except stare. There was no way I had just watched the cute dark-haired girl drink a literal gallon of cum without taking a breath. That was impossible! She looked over at me as if realizing for the first time I was still in the room with her. Her wide innocent blue eyes took on an annoyed glint.\r \n\r \n\"Fuck!\" The word made me flinch. I'd never heard Stella swear. \"I blew it again, ugh, I need to wipe your memories again.\"\r \n\r \nStill trying to process those words I was again shocked to see Stella's body changing. It started with her eyes, the pale blue became a vivid violet. Her skin on the other hand began to change where her heart should have been. The fair skin became the color of a clear blue sky. Her dark brown hair shifted next becoming the dark purple of twilight. Two cute curved horns sprouted from either side of her forehead. Then as if in an afterthought or perhaps restrained until the pressure grew too great there was a sound, something like a cross between pop or a boing. Her small breasts and cute girly ass exploded outward as if made of rubber. They bounced and jiggled obscenely.\r \n\r \nBlinking I couldn’t help but stare as two batlike wings grew from her shoulder blades. Her clothing dissolved morphing into a slutty robe that didn’t quite cover the dark purple areola capping her melon-sized breasts. Her huge ass was flossed by a thin strip of fabric that was meant to cover the back but failed spectacularly. Her juicy, dripping, and swollen pussy lips stuck out on either side of the thin fabric meant to hide her crotch. She hovered about an inch of the floor and pouted.\r \n\r \n“What the fuck are you!?” I finally managed and she actually seemed to be a little hurt.\r \n\r \n“I’m a succubus silly!” Stella giggled and posed, somehow making her already lewd body seem more enticing. “And you are the tastiest treat on campus! Of course, you’re going to be worried about your immortal soul, freak out and think I’m going to try and corrupt you. Blah, blah, blah! But all I wanna do is drink all your extra cum! I just can't seem to remember human girls don't do that.\"\r \n\r \nI didn't know what to think. Was she here to snatch my soul or maybe she was being truthful? Still, why was she even masquerading as my friend Stella? The blue-skinned succubus floated closer and I took a step back. She sighed.\r \n\r \n“Why are you doing this?” I finally stammered as she stared at my crotch hungrily. I couldn’t help it. As much as I had a crush on cute innocent Stella this succubus’ oversexed form was also having an effect on me. “Why pretend to be my friend? Why do any of this!?”\r \n\r \n“It’s simple! You make so much cum it’s easy for me to make you forget about a few buckets here and there,” Stella licked her dark purple lips with an impossibly long and flexible tongue a line of drool forming from her beautiful mouth as she spoke about my seed. \"As for pretending to be that cute little human…”\r \n\r \nThere was a long pause and then she shrugged. “Teasing you makes you let out even more cum! Also, as Stella, I can hang around you all the time and make sure no other succubus comes to steal my favorite human!”\r \n\r \n“Don’t succubus want to fuck men and drain their souls?” I asked worriedly as she once again drew closer. God, my dick was throbbing, I had emptied my balls before she arrived but they seemed full again already.\r \n\r \n“Well, yeah! Totally!” Stella said in a pretend ditzy bimbo voice and then frowned at me. “But that wouldn’t be smart, you’d be a dried-up desiccated husk after five minutes between my lips. Either pair honestly…”\r \n\r \nShe winked with that last statement and I thought I was starting to catch on. This demoness was keeping me around to milk me for all I was worth. She’d found a prize cum cow and she was going to milk me until I ran dry. Eating a man’s soul and essence might be a fine steak but the number of meals she got from me... I blinked and looked at her.\r \n\r \n“This isn’t the first time I’ve found out is it?” I said with a sigh of resignation.\r \n\r \n“Nope,” Stella giggled and spun again in the air. “About forty-seven times now. I can’t help myself, whenever I find a fresh bucket I just… Yummy! Most of the time they’ve gone cold by the time I get to them, so I can’t pass up a fresh tasty treat!”\r \n\r \n“Alright, so…” I was eyeing the door. If I’d found out forty-seven times then I’d probably already tried to escape… and failed. Or maybe I just thought that every time and didn’t try? I lunged for the door.\r \n\r \n“Hey, are you daydreaming?” Stella interrupted my thoughts about her petite body. Fuck, I was thinking about violating my cute study partner again.\r \n\r \n“Uh, yeah, sorry… where were we?” I said looking down at the open book on the table while wondering why I needed to cum so badly right now. “You know I might have to excuse myself for a bit.”\r \n\r \nA quick session in the bathroom might relieve some of the pressure. I wasn’t sure where I’d hide the bucket but if I was aching this much it was time to fill another one. Stella looked at me with naive innocence in her sparkling eyes and nodded. Her pretty smile and cute innocent face were so beautiful. I shouldn’t think nasty thoughts about a woman so sweet and naive but being around her was making my already aching balls throb with need. I headed for the bathroom.\r \n\r \n“I’ll keep studying,” Stella said and I didn’t look back at her. If I had, I might have noticed her rubbing her already full stomach eagerly as she licked her lips with anticipation.\r \n\n\nEnjoy this story and want to read more? Check out [Eros Story](https://www.reddit.com/user/ErosStory/comments/y87jbw/support_my_writing/)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Between her looks and her relation to the founder, she has the run of the school. Arriving late to class? Sure. Wearing her skirt far shorter than the dress code? Go ahead. Taking off her jumper because she's too warm, even though she's usually only got a bra on underneath? No one stops her.
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"content": "(All characters in this story are 18 or older.)\n\nDear diary.\n\nI hate Becka! I hate her so much!\n\nShe gets away with so much! Then she did that.. That thing today right in front of everyone.\n\nI wish Becka got sick and had to be home-schooled for the last year of high-school! \n\nI mean. She comes to class late. You would think she would get in trouble for showing up late all the time but no. Not a word is said to her from the teacher.\n\nIf anyone else showed up late all the time they would get extra work to do but somehow she doesn’t since who her daddy is.\n\nSo she shows up twenty minutes late, like usual to class this morning. Once again she's wearing something that is banned by the dress code but no one says anything.\n\nShes fucking wearing a see threw shirt with no bra. You can see her nipples. Her tits fucking on display as she slowly walks into the room in her to small mini skirt and black nylon socks the same color as her see through shirt.\n\nShe just struts across the room right up to my boyfriend who is sitting next to me. And what does she do? She drops to her knees and starts to rub his cock over his shorts. Looking up at my boyfriend with a grin on her face.\n\nI was so mad! I was so mad that I couldn’t even move. How dare she do this. Pulling my boyfriends now hard cock out of his shorts and putting it in her mouth. Sucking him off right there in the middle of the classroom.\n\nNo one saying a thing. My boyfriend getting sucked off and no one says anything.\n\nI look around and the room is split. Half are ignoring what’s going on trying to learn what the teacher is presenting to the class. The other half are watching my boyfriend fuck Becka’s mouth as he pulls her around by her hair on his cock.\n\nStupid teachers. Not stopping her. It doesn’t matter that she ate me out after my boyfriend filler her pussy. She should still get punished.\n\nSo she and my boyfriend are coming over this weekend so we can punish her. I got her number and we set up a date to spend at my place since my parents are going to be out of town. Plenty of time to punish her for all the dirty naughty things I’ll have her do to my pussy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: as part of the school’s new body positivity movement, the showers are now coed, all one big room with no dividers, and the some of the walls are now glass for passersby to ogle.
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"content": "Chloe held the towel tight to her chest, she wasn’t even out of her uniform and she already felt naked under the eyes of the group beyond the window. The chess club had set up just outside the new co-ed glass walled for fuck-knows-why bathroom. She glanced nervously from the shower to the eyes that not so subtly watched her. Their eyes suddenly looked past her, looking up higher and higher, craning their necks and leaning back in their seats. A fist hit the glass above her sending a crack shooting down the pane. The tables in front of her flipped as students fell out of their chairs, clattering to the ground and backing up.\r \nShe cringed down, looking up to see IT. She could only see the underside of his jaw.\r \nHe stared through the glass without moving until the club collected their things and darted away. She wondered how she didn’t hear the lumbering footsteps of their resident giant. He had always been huge… sure, some would say ‘he wasn’t born big’ but others subscribed to the rumor that he chewed his way out of his mother, already a full grown terror.\r \nPeople didn’t pick on him, he was outside the food chain like the grounds keeper and weather.\r \nShe shook her eyes away from his towering form as he silently walked to a shower, pulling the shirt over his head and glancing around nervously. His eyes fell on her and she immediately looked away, staring at the ground and moving to the other side of the bathroom. Laying her bag and change of clothes down on the little seat, easing out of her top while covering herself from the students that walked by outside. She chanced a peak to see him frowning at the walls, blushing and toying with his waistband, nobody dared look at him.\r \nHow could HE be nervous of all people!\r \nShe picked up her bundle and crossed the room, taking a shower 1 away from his, he turned away from her and she him, the water blasting hot, fast and off. Her still wet legs slipped into underwear before rummaging herself with the towel.\r \nShe wanted to thank him but, he would glare or possibly eat her if she drew too much attention…that was stupid she should- she turned to see his back, a shirt pulling down as he walked out of the bathroom.\r \nShe waved a thanks even though he couldn’t see it.\r \n\\-\r \nChloe sat by the showers, fiddling with her phone, tapping away at the plastic while checking the hallways either side.\r \nA figure stepped out, his torso visible above the huddle of other students.\r \nShe bounced to her feet, then blushed, looking down at her phone and frantically unlocking the screen, tapping away at nothing as he headed into the showers and a dozen other students headed out. She quickly snuck in, picking the stall beside him and making zero eye contact. Quick as a mouse she opened her pack, tore off her clothes and jumped into the water. She could feel his eyes falling onto her occasionally but thankfully nobody else was stupid enough to do the same. She dried herself off properly before slipping into her underwear.\r \n“Wait!” she said.\r \nHe turned around, his cheeks red, not looking directly at her.\r \n“Thankyou!” she squeeked out before darting out of the bathroom, hugging her bag and damp towel to her chest.\r \n\\-\r \nThe showers were packed, a line leading outside. Chloe waited on her bench, hands resting in her lap. She found him walking up the hall and quickly walked up to stand beside him. She raised a hand to wave at him. He fought against a smile, his cheeks reddening. He really wasn’t that scary, but she wasn’t about to let anyone else know that. She hugged her bag, walking 3 steps to his 1. He ducked below the door and walked into the shower, her trailing by his side. There weren't any available adjacent showers, she glanced around nervously… no, it was fine, with so many people she didn’t need her giant to guard her. She looked up seeing his blush, she grumbled and took his hand, pulling him off to one of the stalls. \r \n“I’m small, you won't even notice I'm there.” she whispered, doubting he could hear it all the way up there. He watched her strip, a little confused until he realised he was staring at her topless and started pulling his own shirt off. She covered herself with her arm and waited for him to catch up, pulling on the water.\r \nHe rested his forearm against the wall above her, a small private space between him and one of the few brick walls. The room was a sea of other peoples backs, not even nervous glances. She could actually have a nice long private shower. His hand came down occasionally like an umbrella, scooping a bucket load of water to dump down his back or through his hair. She stole a glance… because of course she did and had before. She looked up his chest, wirelike ropes of muscle binding broad strong scaffolding together. \r \nHe rested his forehead against his arm, eyes closed. She fidgeted for a moment and reached up, bouncing up on her toes to feel his cheek. He flinched at the sudden touch then slowly followed her fingertips down to look at her.\r \nShe smiled up at him, her cheeks hot, holding his face on her.\r \nShe continued her shower, feeling her skin flush under his gaze, taking her time and enjoying her audience of one. He enjoyed it, the evidence growing until the water suddenly switched off and a towel was drawn tight around his waist.\r \nChloe grumbled and started drying off too.\r \nThey left together this time, she eyed his hand, reaching up to grasp it but it was awkward, an odd angle and he didn’t seem to like it either, she frowned.\r \nHis hand came down and scooped her up. She gasped out in surprise as her feet left the floor, rising up to cling to his chest, his arm beneath her arse. She held his shoulder tightly, looking around frantically.\r \nThey might pick on her, being with… che cringed, remember the names she used to think of him as. She looked around, expecting to see smirks or surprised expressions, people taking this moment as ammunition to make her life hell later but nobody did. His bubble of ‘outside the food chain’ fell around her. You didn’t pick on the giant's girlfriend. Chloe blushed, smiling at his reddened cheek.\r \n“Will you be my boyfriend?” she asked.\r \nHis lips curled into a smile and she had her answer, smiling to herself and resting her cheek down onto his shoulder."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "If you press this button, you will be cursed to become a cute girl forever! But in exchange- hey, wait, I haven't even told you the positive!"
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"content": "When the announcer said those words: 'cute girl forever', I didn't even hesitate. I'd won the VirtualVerse ballot to appear on the *Brutal Choices* show and, appearing live on TV in front of millions, I was prepared for one of those agonizing choices they specialized in. But when those words, those amazing words, were said, I knew that there was no downside in the world that could deter me. All the years of suffering in my body that wasn't me, the girl inside desperate to show on the outside. Those sessions of hours in front of the mirror with expensive makeup only to hate my reflection even more than when I started. Those years of secrecy, hiding my true self, forced to wear clothes that covered up what I wanted the world to see. I could have cried with happiness as I slammed my hand hard into the button to accept.\n\n\"Hey, wait, I haven't even told you the positive!\" the announcer yelled. I stared, eyes wide. Wait, was the cute girl thing supposed to be negative? I didn't have time to find out: the VirtuaVerse was reforming around me, wrapping me in a soft sensation like lying on silk pillows, and my nose filled with the smell of peaches as the world faded like falling asleep...\n\n\"Didn't get much sleep, huh?\" a rough masculine voice said as I blinked awake, my eyes assaulted by bright white lights and an instant feeling of stiffness in my neck.\n\n\"What?\" I asked, hearing a woman's obviously sleepy voice responding to him.\n\n\"It's not even nine am and you're napping at your desk. Here, let me grab you a coffee.\"\n\nThe grinning face of my coworker Paul came into focus as I sat up, letting out a groan and stretching my arms to relieve my back muscles.\n\n\"Coffee, perfect,\" that woman said, again, and as Paul walked off, I realized the woman was me.\n\nLooking down, I could see a pair of feminine thighs arranged in an unfeminine manner on a bland office chair. I snapped my thighs together, smoothing my skirt down, my pantyhose brushing together. A pair of sensible heels were sitting neatly next to the desk drawers, obviously mine, and I wiggled my toes, relieving the pinching stiffness they must have caused. My sensible work blouse was tucked into my skirt and when Paul put a mug down on front of me, I was gently sliding my hands through my hair.\n\n\"Crying, now? I know it's Monday but it's not that bad, surely,\" Paul said, shifting awkwardly as I hurriedly tried to wipe my eyes without messing up my makeup.\n\n\"It's nothing, I just, uh, thought about a cute dog I saw earlier,\" I lied hurriedly.\n\n\"Women, I'll never understand them,\" Paul sighed, sitting down at the desk opposite."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and your significant other decide to go to a hotel for the weekend. At the hotel, your SO wants to have sex with you, and you agree. There's a problem, you forgot there was a sports game that day because the hotel was connected to a stadium next to the hotel and your room was visible.
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"content": "Welcome back to this ESPN broadcast of the South Carolina gamecocks taking on the beavers of Oregon State in what I've got to admit is a game going nowhere, the gamecocks are up big as we enter the fourth quarter here in Portland and I just can't see a way back into this for the beavers. They're starting the quarter with possession on their own fifteen yard line and QB Montgomery takes the snap, he's looking to the right side for Oyode but that one falls incomplete, second down. \n\nIt's a beautiful day here and we're looking out across the city, the sky is a brilliant blue which you don't see a whole lot of this time of year in the Pacific Northwest, and hey, there's a couple in their hotel room there with a bird's eye view of the stadium, must be a fantastic spot to stay for a beavers fan. Here's the snap, Montgomery drops back, he's looking, he's looking, nobody open, he scrambles and he's touched down there for a gain of about two.\n\nJudging by the big smile on her face over there I guess she must be a gamecocks fan, not much to smile about here for the beavers, they go for a screen pass for their third down play and it's covered all the way by South Carolina, that's a loss of one and we'll no doubt see the punting unit come out here for the beavers. Well the young lady in the hotel room has just taken off her sweater, must be warm in the sunshine coming through those windows, and oh, well, how about that, her shirt's gone too and that is not a bra you see in Sears. If we can just zoom in here, yeah, that's it, we're talking black lace with very sheer cups and she has got no shortage of talent to fill those cups.\n\nAhem, beavers have punted and it's a fair catch at the twenty five yard line but whoever operates the jumbotron here must have picked up our TV broadcast here because the crowd of twenty thousand here are getting a good look at this young lady's assets as her partner pushes her up against the window. Obviously they must not realise just how visible they are to our cameras here, and I'm laughing just now because we've got an ultra slow motion replay of her boobs hitting the glass there, absolutely stunning, yes let's see that one more time.\n\nWe're watching her jeans going down now folks and she's stepping out of them, no dignified way to get tight jeans off after all so we'll spare her blushes by cutting to the gamecocks rushing up the middle for about a yard, now we're back on her and she's down to her bra and panties. Oh! Now that was an impact play, her ass just got slapped good and judging by the look on her face she loved that. Panties are off now, down on the floor by her feet and it's hard to believe for those of you watching this at home but the crowd have started up a 'take it off' chant, I think they mean her bra because those panties are long gone now, gamecocks run it again on second down and pick up four.\n\nI think we have achieved penetration now, yes, we can just about see her partner there behind her and it looks like he's also rushed up the middle, foreplay perhaps not his strength. He's fucking her right up against the window and the crowd is going wild, still demanding she loses the bra of course, but even the players on the field have lost interest in the ball game now and the refs are signalling for a time out.\n\nYou heard that roar! The bra is officially off! Her nipples are pressed right up against the glass now and she looks like she's having an incredible time, he's really giving it to her. Shame we haven't got a mic set up in there but you can hear the crowd's reaction, they're loving it, she's loving it, and finally someone is putting on a display that's worth seeing.\n\nRefs aren't in a hurry to restart the action on the field so we're just watching the action off the field now, looks like we're entering the hurry-up offense now as he's really going for it, her tits are bouncing like nothing else and it can only be a matter of time now, yes, here we go, he's pulled out and turned her around, she's on he knees now and he's stroking. The crowd is yelling for it, the atmosphere here is absolutely electric as we watch him jerking it there right over her face, her tongue is out ladies and gentlemen and there you go! That's a huge cumshot and it's six, no, seven big jets on her face, she looks very happy and this is certainly turning into a great afternoon for that young couple and the thousands watching. She's going to need a shower after that, let's see a replay, and yes, look at that, the first shot right onto her tongue, none in her eyes, none in her hair, absolutely textbook facial, no wonder she's pleased. \n\nShe's getting up now and having a look out of the window, and judging by that reaction she's spotted herself on the jumbotron! The crowd gives a big cheer, she looks absolutely shocked but it's too late now I'm afraid, everyone's seen it. And with that the players are coming back out onto the field, it's a third and five to come but we'll watch that cumshot one more time, absolutely fantastic, called the play perfectly and threaded the needle, that's the kind of pinpoint accuracy that wins games. Gamecocks throw, caught at the thirty five for a gain of seven and a fresh set of downs..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two bisexuals, despite their obvious chemistry, just don't make a move on each other because each assumes the other is of the wrong orientation...
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"content": "Chris sat back on the couch relaxing. He had finished his workout, showered, eaten protein and now came the third leg of the stool. Rest. If he didn’t rest he would just burn off all the progress he had made in the gym. The door thundered open and he smiled to see Tom stepping in, throwing up a hand to wave. He climbed off the couch and crossed the distance to hug his housemate when he suddenly drew to a stop.\r \nCute little tight thing came in with him. Gorgeous slender frame all wrapped up in elastane gym wear. She was flushed and dabbing herself with a towel.\r \n“Chris, this is gym-rat Alice. Alice, this is Chris, my best mate.”\r \nChris changed his direction to stand by the counter instead. Not wanting to get too buddy buddy with his bud-bud in front of cute tail. He gave Alice a quick up and down and nodded an affirmative ‘nice work’ at what he saw. She did the same, checking him out for a little too long. Chris let his shoulders sag, played off that he was sore and not competition for Tom.\r \n“Jesus, you two are like twins.” she said.\r \n“More like, big and little brother… but not related.” said Chris. Nodding to Tom when he said big. They were the same size but Chris’ ego came second to getting his best mate laid.\r \n“I’ll uh. I was just going to put some really loud music on with my headphones for a while. Hope you two don’t mind if I’m terrible company.” he said.\r \nAlice groped at Tom’s arm and he scooped her up into a giggling bundle, carrying her off to his room. Chris’ eyes lingered on them both but he did his best not to show it, plucking out a pair of headphones and settling them in.\r \nHe went to the fridge and started pouring three tall glasses of orange juice, leaving two on the counter with some ice. He saluted the closed door with his glass. “Good for you Tom.”\r \nHe sat on the couch, his music shouting away when a heavy hand thudded onto his shoulder. He caught Tom’s fingers and flicked his head back to see him shirtless and laced with sweat.\r \n“She’s down.” he said.\r \n“You sure?”\r \n“She mentioned it, I said I’d ask and she came like” he snapped his fingers. “Girl’s got a hair trigger for it but I’m tapped.”\r \n“Counter.” said Chris, nodding to the glasses he poured.\r \n“Legend.” said Tom.\r \nChris found Alice on Tom’s bed, hand sweeping her hair back, tights gone but her sports bra still in place. She was stroking herself quickly, her eyes locking onto Chris and running down as he stripped off. She bit her lip, her spine arching when her eyes fell onto his hard cock. He didn’t romance her, he was just pt2 of the tag team and he knew his role. She offered up her hips off the bed and he took them, guiding her soaked sex down onto his cock. Her mouth fell open, moaning out and shuddering the moment he entered her, those brief moments of getting herself pent up all releasing in one shuddering moment.\r \nHe eased her slowly up to pace but realized he was being overly careful, she was already soaked and desperate for him to fuck her. Her legs hooked around his back driving him faster, her hips suspended in his hands. The only part of her that touched the bed was her head and shoulders.\r \n“Oh fuck, you even fuck the same!” she cried.\r \nTom sat down to watch as Chris pounded her toward another orgasm. She arched, her hands running up through her hair and stretching out above her. Her movements were all slow and silk but turned rigid and quaking as it rocketed through her. She arched hard, rising up as he pounded away.\r \n“I’ve seen you go harder Chris! Fuckin’ go!” said Tom from the sidelines with a smirk.\r \nChris met the challenge, pounding the tight little gym rat until her words poured out of her as broken syllables and moans. Her legs a shuddering mess as she panted, her hands moving on their own to grope herself. Her eyes fell closed and didn’t open even as he bottomed out. Holding her hips firm against his, her sex milking him for all he was worth. He eased her down and tapped in Tom. He collapsed down into a chair and watched him go at it. The man was refreshed and ready, glistening with sweat, his muscles swelling and face losing its concentration, just taking in the pleasure he could pull from her moaning body. He moved like a racehorse at full gallop, it was a beautiful sight. Chris winced and forced himself to look away.\r \nTom wasn’t like that, he wasn’t into that sort of thing. He respected his friend and turned his attention to Alice instead, watching her moan and cry out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Strip poker didn't end when she ran out of clothes. That was when she had to offer *forfeits*... Really, the fun was just beginning!
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"content": ">!Not wholesome.!<\n\nSarah rolled her eyes while he pretended to think, her arm growing tired as it covered her breasts.\n\n“Hrm… any threes?” he said.\n\nShe handed the last of the cards his way, she didn’t need to count how many cards she had, her pile of winnings were distinctly half his. She gave up covering her breasts, she needed her hands elsewhere. She lifted her arse for a moment and passed the underwear down over her thighs, tossing it into the messy pile of her clothes. She brought her knees together to her left and tucking her ankles up to cover her now exposed sex.\n\nHis mask smiled at her the same as it always had. Mostly because the smile was painted on. It tilted to the side before looking down at the cards, pulling the two decks together and shuffling them quickly with the little tentacles that extended from the sleeves of his dress shirt. Her eyes wandered over them, little dexterous nubs that flicked through cards with a terrifying speed. He had a mostly human shape, if a little feminine with his narrow waist and small bust. Long white silken hair spilled down from behind the white smiling mask he wore, he had to occasionally lift a tentacled arm to sweep it back from his face.\n\nHis feet were also tentacles but they held onto little dress shoes and did their best to bend at the knees to give the illusion he was a man in a suit sitting on the floor with his legs folded opposite her.\n\nBeneath his shirt she could see the occasional shift of material as a tentacle ran up inside his shirt. She was curious what the reality was beneath that buttoned up shirt. She could have understood if he was all tentacles but she distinctly saw a slender human neck below that mask that disappeared into his collar.\n\n“Slapjack” he said as he cut the cards. “We take turns until you see a jack” his tentacles quickly flitted, plucking cards off the top of each pile and laying them in a discard pile, left then right until a jack landed and he slapped it with his tentacles. His mask hadn’t looked down, it remained locked on her with its dead eyes. “The first to slap takes the pile, whoever has the largest pile, wins.”\n\nShe nodded, it was simple enough. She didn’t mind that her breasts were out and on display, he didn’t seem to focus on them more than the occasional glance of curiosity.\n\nHe shuffled quickly and cut the deck, she flitted across the back of the cards to count them, finding she had exactly 26. “You’re pretty good at that.”\n\nHe gave a gentle nod at the compliment and laid a card down, 2 of hearts, not a jack.\n\nThey started going back and forth, the moment her card hit the deck he was flicking one down immediately after, driving her to go faster until with a thud his hand hit the floor. He swept the pile back toward his side, coming away to reveal a jack of clubs on top.\n\nHe flicked out another card and they continued until her hand slammed down with his tentacles on top, she flashed him a toothy grin. He was warm and smooth, she somewhat expected him to feel sticky. Two jacks remained and soon enough they finished with his pile a few cards taller.\n\nHe gestured toward her with his tentacles. She looked down, stunned for a moment when she remembered she was naked.\n\n“What would you like to forfeit?” he said.\n\n“I don’t have anything left. I think that means you win?” she said, frowning, she had hoped to get a better idea of what was happening under his clothes but she had only managed to get him to remove his suit jacket and tie, she should have worn more clothes from the beginning.\n\n“You could forfeit a part of your body.” he said, gesturing to her arms. “Left or right?”\n\n“I’m left handed.”\n\n“Right it is.” he said, the tentacles of his left hand began to buzz, the tips glowing purple and alternating between different shapes rapidly, they left trails in the air as they rotated and drew a complex circular shape. Little tip’s wrote non-words around the edge that began to turn and twist until a solid purple circle existed between his tentacle tips with a black opaque disk for a centre.\n\n“Pass me your right hand please.” he said.\n\nShe tentatively offered up her fingers. He wriggled a little with delight as took her arm in his left and fed the circle with his right, as it ran up her arm she could feel a warmth but her hand did not emerge from the far side. They pushed all the way up to her shoulder where the band snapped tight around her arm, sealing it off. She felt like she should be freaking out but she could still feel her arm if not see it, she could still move it around it just wasn't where it was supposed to be.\n\n“Cool, but weird.” she said.\n\nHe gave a gentle nod and started to shuffle.\n\nShe could call it here, but she looked at his jacket and tie folded up beside him. If she managed to win one more time, she would see what he was… unless he picked his shoes.\n\n“I’ll keep going on one condition Mr Tentacle.” she said.\n\n“Hrm?” he said.\n\n“Take your shoes off. I didn’t start with shoes and I think we both agree, that would be unfair.”\n\n“You offer a convincing argument. Very well.” he said, his tentacles wiggling out of the little shoes and collecting them to lay by his jacket. He was a very amicable monster, she felt she could trust him.\n\n“Slapjack?” he said.\n\n“You’re too fast.”\n\n“Old Maid.” he said, flicking through the cards until he found a queen and pulled it from the deck. He then cut it, fanned it out into two and flipped them face up. “I deal so you pick one of my cards, you then extract all your pairs and remove them. Then I take one of yours. Whoever is left with the final queen has ‘the old maid’ and looses.” He said, holding up an individual queen before snapping the deck together, leaving a queen out and shuffling violently fast."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] In retrospect, it should have been obvious what would happen if a succubus took a level of berserker...
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"content": "I had often wondered what she would look like when she was out for blood. Not for mine, but she was always the type with a single lover. At least in the mortal realm. I’m these chains? She may move on to another. \n\nThey had charged me with demon consorting, my execution mere hours away. They had tried to make me talk, speak her name. And yet, my mind was full of the scandals that ought to have destroyed them decades to centuries ago. Even the Chapel where one ought to feel holy was apparently abandoned to these bastard hypocrites. \n\n“At least your sufferings will be just after this,” the old man said to me across the bars. “And you don’t think yours will be worse for what you all did?!” I asked in response. He smirked and walked from my tortured form. \n\nThey left my junk alone, but were nigh free everything else. My back hurt from the burning, stretching and what have you and I think I may be blind in one eye. I sighed in the darkness, resigned to my fate. \n\nSuddenly, I heard it. The sounds of screams. That same old man ran to my cell, looking at the ground then me. “Did you summon it, you fool?! Did you summon the demon?!” \n\n“My arms are chained, dumbass. It takes too much blood to draw a pentagram much less a circle.” I told him. His face was red with rage. “You dare jest as my brethren are slain like pigs?! I’ll-“\n\nHe was about to open the doors when something flew into him, making him disappear as he yelped. I blinked. Holy shit. I heard about doors knocking people down when kicked, but *flying?!* I sniffed the air and smelled a mix of sulfur, roses, blood, lilies, and- my face paled. That was *her* perfume, barring the blood.\n\nHer stomps were felt as the heat rose. It was as humid as the day we first made love, if not more than so. I saw a wicked axe fly from her hand and heard a cry as well as smelled charred wood, meat and flesh. The axe flew back into a manicured, blood red hand. \n\nMy eyes widened, the smell overpowering me as the bars melted when they were cut. Her eyes were fiery red, her twin hand axes aflame with her rage. I winced when she struck, the chains breaking and turning to liquid as she caught me with a hand and held me to her chest, her gaze softening and I saw the look of love. \n\n“Daza,” she whispered, holding me closed. I smiled, seeing the beauty within and without. I felt the blood on her red skin and… I looked down to see a pair of naked nipples look at me. She suggestively raised her brows. I smiled, sucking one and then the other as she set me in the ground, tearing my chains off. Then, I felt her straddle me after tearing my clothes off. \n\nHer eyes watered seeing the burns on my chest, while her flower gave me instant pleasure. I winced at the stone’s touch but her caresses made it all better. She flowed in a certain way as I felt her body. \n\nHer abs were still tones, but also… something grew. I looked up. No wonder she was savage at her rescue. Her hand placed mine on her abdomen, I felt it. I felt our child kick. I looked up, shocked and smiling. She smiled, sobbing, we hugged, her stomach rolled, making me groan. \nShe leaned back, grinning as I saw her body dance. Her head leaned back, her voice moaning her lust. \nI thrusted to meet her folks and kissed her neck, her nipples, then her stomach. Immediately, she slammed me, knocking my breath as she became greedy, her lustful vocals becoming louder. My voice rose to meet it as we became faster and harder, our love becoming more savage as we felt each other. I climaxed, silencing her groan with a deep kiss. \n\nThen, I stood up with my strength returning. She placed herself against the wall, my seed dripping from her flower. Her sexy grin and her butt jiggle made me hard as I slammed myself into her again, smacking it as she thrusted against me in our loving war. I kissed her back as i thrusted, letting our tongues touch before I became more vigorous in my pounding her. Our second climax made her back arch as spoke my name, before she suddenly spun around, kissing me but sadly withdrawing myself from her. Our sweat filled the air as did the love we had. \n\n“Come, love. Let us leave and be elsewhere,” she took my hand we disappeared in a fiery flash into a bedroom of velvet."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Guys Getting Turned Into Girls
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"content": "After the witch had turned the pushy guy, she expected almost everything. Would he freak out, curse, threaten or burst into tears? She didn’t expect to hear the words \"thank you\".\n\nShould match your rules I guess. Well, at least it turns out to be consent after she changed him. She'll be surprised most likely, but maybe they'll become actual friends and start hunting for partners together. Or you could describe what happened 'til the point where he (then: she) thanks the witch. Or both, that would be awesome.\n\nIn my head it's happening in our time, maybe in public transport. The former man could have been struggling with a trans-identity for a while. Maybe he was looking for a woman to teach him how to act female and that looked to her like being pushy. But of course you could handle it completely different, my actual prompt ends with \"thank you\". I hope you like the idea. :-)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He was excited to learn that not only had he been transported to a world with magic, but it also contained beast people! His fantasy of having a cute neko boyfriend could finally come true. And just his luck, a beastman was required as one of the party members in his hero prophecy.
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"content": "\"What the fuck is this!\" Hiroto couldn't contain the mix of emotions flowing through him. The hurt look on the neko beastkin's face though made him instantly regret the words. \"I'm sorry, no offense, I just... I don't understand.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe young beastkin looked hurt regardless of the apology. Dark brown furred feline ears were dropping slightly and the white-tipped feline tail twitched nervously. The two mages that had brought the beastkin to Hiroto for an introduction just looked confused and a little bit embarrassed as if Hiroto's bad behavior was somehow offensive. Hiroto realized that perhaps they thought he was being racist and went pale.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"A beastkin? Specifically of the feline sub-species?\" The confused older mage stated before Hiroto could explain.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"No... no I don't mean it like that!\" Hiroto pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen he arrived in Dentria after the bright light had engulfed him as he lay in his bed almost a week ago he had been excited. A new world full of magic and monsters? An adventure where he was the chosen hero? That had been exciting enough, but to discover to his delight that the sentient races of the world included beastkin? That had been beyond his wildest dreams. He had spent so long dreaming of what it would be like to have a cute neko boyfriend and he had never thought it could possibly come true. When the Archmage had told him that the prophecy that foretold his arrival included that the hero's party must include a feline beastman he had practically died with excitement. But now... now... he was... upset.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe feline beastkin looked nice enough. A lithe, slender body that looked agile and dexterous was covered by a strappy halter-top styled garment and a short skirt of light fabric. Long slightly curved twin daggers hung in two sheaths on either side of the beastkin's hips. Medium length dark-hair was darker than the brown fur that covered the beastkin's feline ears and tail. Based on the nurmeous pouches and tools that hung from the same belt that held the daggers Hiroto guessed the beastkin was likely a rogue style class. A good addition since Hiroto had shown aptitude for sword and shield as well as buff-style magic. The shortbow slung across the beastkin's back also added some needed range to the party.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt wasn't that Hiroto disliked women, he just had his heart set on a cute neko beastkin joining up. He'd been happy enough when the busty elf cleric had been introduced. He could even ignore the way she looked at him longingly as if they were destined to be together. Luckily the female lizardfolk with the gigantic double-handed axe seemed to have no such feelings. The bookish orc mage was definitely some needed male beefcake, but he was just that. Surprisingly well-built for a mage the buff wizard was not Hiroto's type.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I thought the prophacy called for a feline beastMAN?\" Hiroto asked, trying to stress his point without seeming offensive.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"If did..?\" The slight uptick in his voice showed the Archmage was confused by the question. His answer was half statement and half confused. \"So... Arl...\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"No, a beastMAN!\" Hiroto tried again cutting the mage off as he tried to introduce the beastkin again. Finally the Archmage's assistants eyes widened with realization he walked forward and put a hand on the Archmage's arm.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Master, if I may attempt to correct the miscommunication,\" Those words made Hiroto's heart sink, he had misheard the prophecy or their language magically translated must have no distinction between beastkin and beastman. \"I have read many accounts of travellers from your world. There is often a lot of confusion with the feline beastkin.\"\n\nHiroto studied the younger assistant. Another human, he was cute but Hiroto had no interest in him, especially when he learned that feline beastkin were a thing in this world. He glanced back at the feline beastkin who was looking nervous and embaressed, blushing cutely. The dark hair partially obscured what was otherwise a very attractive face. Overall Hiroto found the rogue very attractive... just not what he had wanted.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I believe those from your world referred to the feline beastmen as...\" The mage hesitated, trying to remember the word, and finally blurted it out in Hiroto's native language. \"A \"trap\" I believe?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHiroto blinked and looked at the beastkin again. Then he shook his head, there was no way. He had to be misunderstanding something. There was no way that he just so happened to get a cute trappy neko boy as a party member. That was impossible. It was too astronomical of a coincidence. This mage had to be confused.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"But the outfit?\" Hiroto tried to explain his confusion. \"Surely not every member of the feline beastkin dresses effeminately.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe assistant looked confused then began to laugh, after a moment to compose himself he shook his head. \"No of course not! That is traditional male attire for the feline beastkin.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHiroto looked back at the neko boy and blinked. Then he looked embarrassed as he realized that the beastkin was looking a little offended by his implication that his attire was not appropriate. Hiroto bowed deeply to the beastkin, something he had seen the memebers of this world do when they wanted to show respect or contrition.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I'm very sorry that I may have offended you,\" He apologized before raising his gaze to the cute beastkin's eyes. \"Please forgive me, I would be deeply honored to have you join our party.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt was the beastkin's turn to study him. Hiroto was athletic, toned, but not bulky. He had a scruffy beard and dark shaggy hair. The wide amber eyes of the beastkin blinked a few times as he studied the \"hero\" then he smiled. Hiroto felt his heart melt under that look, that radiant smile. When he spoke Hiroto thought his heart would stop. If he'd waited a moment longer he wouldn't have been confusd. The purring lilt of the speech pattern couldn't hide the definitive male bass to the beastkin's voice.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"It will be an honor to travel with you my Hero,\" Brushing his hair from his face the beastkin stepped closer and Hiroto swore he could feel the heat from the neko boy's body. He also wondered if it was his imagination or was that skirt a little higher in the front now? \"I will be happy to serve you... and fulfill your every desire.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe way that the last line was purred out in that velvet voice left no doubt in Hiroto's mind that the pair of them would get along great. He had to hide his own excitement as he shook hands but a knowing smirk from both of the pair of mages told him no one was confused about the party dynamics now."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She was offered a great deal of money to be a life-sized anatomical model for an art class, but it required her to be nude and treated as a doll for the entire session.
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"content": "Honestly, Anne never thought she'd been all that special. Never had great grades. Wasn't that extroverted. Did look that pretty.\n\nBut there was something about being the center of attention, naked as the day she was born, in front of a bunch of art students. She looked forward to it every week.\n\nThe few friends she did have didn't really understand. They just thought it was for the money. Alice thought it'd be kinda weird to stand naked in front of strangers. Becky said she couldn't care less, but there was a glint in her eye that said, 'Anne that's weird, but you do you I guess.'\n\nAnd Anne was a bit weird. This was the only time where others had to pay attention to her. Where her small proportions and petite size were just part of the deal and not just some caveat.\n\nTo be honest, she loved seen. It really got her going.\n\nThe first week she had been so nervous. It was to the point where the professor asked if she wanted to cut the class short, but Anne wanted to soldier on. Making the most it, the prof said it'd be a study into the effects of anxiety on the posture. It didn't really help her mood but it was something.\n\nAfter that, she felt less and less shy about appearing nude in front of others. They were just here to study her, there was nothing sexual about it. At least, not for the artists. She had to admit, it made her wet to think of all those people looking at every detail of her, drinking in every imperfection, every strange blemish. During the breaks in the session, she had to excuse herself to the bathroom to take care of her needs. Luckily, few people were there during class so she could let loose for a few minutes. She doubted anyone noticed she returned markedly more relaxed aftet that.\n\nYa know, for $500 a week for an hour of sitting naked, she could do much worse."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were more than happy to become the apprentice to a master thief. But you weren’t expecting her methods to be so…sexy. She stripped in front of you, and covered her nude body in oil. “Okay now you. The oil will allow us to squeeze into tight, wet spaces. Oh and stay really close to me okay?”
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"content": "The job was supposed to be simple: get in, get the shit, get out, sell it and then more practice. Now, the Vixen is one of the best thieves, a master thief in every sense of the word. Word was, however, she had a crew of a few people. Something happened, someone died, someone got jailed, and now she was by herself. That was before I came along. \n\nShe has a lot of strange methods to get training, but they were surprisingly effective. She trained me in close quarters that usually ended with me on the ground. Parkour training was a first for me along with the weight loss: nothing but veggies, very little meat. It’s not easy, but it got me fitter than I had ever been in years. \n\nThen, of course, it was also counter surveillance, back up plans, bug out bags, firearms training, lockpicking and so forth. Now, we were doing jobs. After that, I was on my own. I knew she was going to leave me behind somewhere along the way. I actually had my own idea, to be honest. \n\nShe had stripped herself of everything and began pouring the oil I bought her all over herself. “Take your clothes off and rub it on you. It’ll help us get through the tight spaces.” She told me, handing me the oil she probably bought (or stole) for me. It was kind of hit, the way her caramel skin glowed with the moonlight. The way her hands rubbed it into her… my god. \n\nI blushed and began taking it all off. “Do you need help?” She asked. “No, I’m good.” I told her, turning around as I stripped. “I can get your back?” She suggested. I froze as I considered it. “Sure,” I told her, trying to sound emotionless. I began rubbing the oil into myself until I felt her hands on my back. “Rub it into your groin. Every inch or the metal will be too damn solid.” She advised. I nodded and continued rubbing it in every inch was covered. \n\nPart of me started getting a bad feeling, like something was off. Why this method? At least it was August, thank god. \n\n“Stay really, really close to me, okay?” she instructed as I turned to her. I nodded. “Her arms, crossed to cover her breasts, fell. “You ok?” She asked. “You’re quiet.” \n\n“Something’s off. I dunno how, but it feels-“ \n\n“We have a back up plan and it’s 10 at night. Most people are asleep at this hour.” She told me. “But you didn’t tell me what we’re getting. We have no tools, nothing.” \n\n“Bodies are a tool and we just used the oil.” She told me, hand on her perfect hip. I sighed as she looked into my eyes. “Ok,” I said, instantly regretting it. She smiled. “At least you think, the last ones didn’t.” She sighed. I frowned. She hardly spoke of what happened to the crew. One guy fell to his death. The other member of the crew was arrested for a slew of theft charges and possibly murder, and the other two members disappeared. No one heard from them since. It was too damn eerie and I might end up going the same way. \n\nI followed her in. “You go, then I go.” She told me. “But be quick and quiet,” she hissed as we moved through the vents.\n\n(Part 1)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After she drunkenly blew one of her friend's boyfriend, she was worried she might end up ostracized from the group. Instead, she was getting suspiciously more invitations to hang out with her friends boyfriends...
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"content": "\nHigh Demand-\nConnie barely remembers what happened between Rachel leaving to drop off equally drunk Becky and Jack getting his thick cock out. When she drank this much she had a real problem saying no to giving a blowjob. She loved giving them. The feeling of a warm hard dick in her mouth felt oddly comforting. \n\nShe remembered Rachel tell her how she thought it was such a servile and demeaning task but Connie had to disagree. Here was Rachel's tall muscular boyfriend begging for her oral attention. She thought it was funny big athletic guys like Jack never looked her way until they wanted their dicks sucked. \n\nShe had a short blonde pixie cut instead of Rachel's long flowing locks. Her boobs were small and perky, while Becky had large glorious breasts that made men salivate. Even Jen seemed to have her beat by having a thick ass that caught everyone's attention. Meanwhile Connie often got forgotten when guys looked at her and her friends in a group. Her petite frame and trained gymnast body didn't look like much until she started to show it off.\n\n\"Please, Connie.\" Jack didn't sound so tough begging for a blowjob. \"Rachel won't be home for…\"\n\nConnie surprised him by popping the dick swinging in front of her face into her mouth. Her slender fingers grasped at his tender balls. Jack groaned as he placed his hand on her head carefully. She opened her eyes and looked straight into his eyes and she proceeded to take his shaft as far into her mouth as possible. Then she moved her hands to his ass and gave his cheeks a squeeze.\n\nAfter a few long moments she pulled herself off of its length. \"Does Rachel get it that deep?\" She asked as she stroked him.\n\n\"No.\" \n\n\"I bet you wanna cum all over my face.\" Connie teased.\n\n\"Oh god yes!\" He pleaded.\n\n\"Too bad, because I swallow. Now, concentrate on cumming. I wanna see if I can get two loads.\" Connie took him back into her mouth and writhed in response to her renewed efforts. \n\nSoon enough he started to thrust upward and groan. In no time she was slurping down his hot load. As she swallowed it down she looked up and saw him looking straight ahead over her head. \n\nThere was still cum dripping from Connie's lips when she turned to see Rachel and Becky just behind her. \"We had to come back for Becky's purse. Maybe you should get a ride with me too, Connie.\" \n\nConnie got up and gathered her things sheepishly. She kept apologizing as Rachel took her home. The next morning she woke up to two texts. One from Rachel saying \"I forgive you. Jack ate me out like a champ and fucked me like a wild animal once I got home. Ask first next time.\"\n\nThat was weird enough but the next one had her really thinking. It said, \"Liked what I saw, would you like to go out for drinks and a movie with me and Billy.\" Connie spent the next hour trying to decide if Becky wanted a threesome or to watch her suck Billy off. Connie replied when she realized both possibilities turned her on. Now it would be a surprise which happened.\n\nTo be continued..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Twelve Days of Christmas, except each gift each day is something sexual
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"content": "On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me\n\nA sex pass in her panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOn the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me\n\nTwo dirty thoughts\n\nAnd a sex pass in her panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOn the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me\n\nThree French kisses\n\nTwo dirty thoughts\n\nAnd a sex pass in her panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOn the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me\n\nFour sexy pics\n\nThree French kisses\n\nTwo dirty thoughts\n\nAnd a sex pass in her panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOn the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me\n\nFive golden showers\n\nFour sexy pics\n\nThree French kisses\n\nTwo dirty thoughts\n\nAnd a sex pass in her panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOn the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me\n\nSix titties dropping\n\nFive golden showers\n\nFour sexy pics\n\nThree French kisses\n\nTwo dirty thoughts\n\nAnd a sex pass in her panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOn the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me\n\nSeven dicks a-gripping\n\nSix titties dropping\n\nFive golden showers\n\nFour sexy pics\n\nThree French kisses\n\nTwo dirty thoughts\n\nAnd a sex pass in her panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOn the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me\n\nEight breasts a-milking\n\nSeven dicks a-gripping\n\nSix titties dropping\n\nFive golden showers\n\nFour sexy pics\n\nThree French kisses\n\nTwo dirty thoughts\n\nAnd a sex pass in her panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOn the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me\n\nNine ladies fucking\n\nEight breasts a-milking\n\nSeven dicks a-gripping\n\nSix titties dropping\n\nFive golden showers\n\nFour sexy pics\n\nThree French kisses\n\nTwo dirty thoughts\n\nAnd a sex pass in her panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOn the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me\n\nTen hands a-fisting\n\nNine ladies fucking\n\nEight breasts a-milking\n\nSeven dicks a-gripping\n\nSix titties dropping\n\nFive golden showers\n\nFour sexy pics\n\nThree French kisses\n\nTwo dirty thoughts\n\nAnd a sex pass in her panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOn the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me\n\nEleven peggers pegging\n\nTen hands a-fisting\n\nNine ladies fucking\n\nEight breasts a-milking\n\nSeven dicks a-gripping\n\nSix titties dropping\n\nFive golden showers\n\nFour sexy pics\n\nThree French kisses\n\nTwo dirty thoughts\n\nAnd a sex pass in her panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOn the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me\n\nTwelve fellatio facials\n\nEleven peggers pegging\n\nTen hands a-fisting\n\nNine ladies fucking\n\nEight breasts a-milking\n\nSeven dicks a-gripping\n\nSix titties dropping\n\nFive golden showers\n\nFour sexy pics\n\nThree French kisses\n\nTwo dirty thoughts\n\nAnd a sex pass in her panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAnd a sex pass in her panties."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Corrupting good girls on Christmas
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"content": "A beautifully wrapped box rolls down the chimney in the middle of the night, waking the girls up. When they open the present, they find their ideal partner inside, totally naked, and eager to thank them for setting them free. Over the course of the night, the stranger gradually seduces them into greater and greater acts of depravity until, by daybreak, she's gone through a total transformation.\n\nThe girls wake up in their college dorms with a present on their beds containing a beautifully constructed sex toy, which they suddenly can't help but use. As they begin to lose themselves in pleasure, the ribbons gradually wrap themselves around her limbs until she is bound, gagged, and ready to be collected by her new master in the morning. \n\nThe girls wake to find their stockings filled with little scrolls, detailing the lives of women with their names, as they fall into careers in the sex industry. Told in verse:\n\n*As the businessman groped me, and pitched up his tent,\nI knew, with a smile, I'd be making my rent.\"*\n\nWhich become true over the course of the day."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Magic power is stored in the breasts and the butt for women, and the cock and balls for men. Meaning the stronger the wizard, the bigger their parts are. A shy but extremely powerful sorceress is having a ratter hard time keeping herself modest with her oversized parts.
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"content": "Kimi was distinguished mage of high standing. She had finished her apprenticeship in less than 2 years, miles ahead of any of her peers. None could match the reserves of magical power held within her breasts and rear. By all means she was a prodigy.\n\nDespite all of this, she couldn't get over her self consciousness. To help the magic flow better into her spells, she had to wear revealing clothes, her breasts and ass overflowing from the inadequate covers. Kimi always bumped into furniture and people, not used to her presence. Master Ilania told it would come with age and experience, however that meant she had to deal with the embarassment until then, and in her eyes that meant death.\n\nEveryone looked at her, of course they did. She was court wizard with incredible knowledge, amazing magic, huge boobs. Why wouldn't they?\n\nOn more than one occasion, she had an unfortunate accident: her clothing, straining under the pressure of her incredible bust, gave out releasing her tits for all to see. Technically, others are suppossd to ignore this when it happens. But, as with anyone being confronted by huge jugs suddenly and in dramatic fashion, they looked, they stared, they gawked. Not to mention, they probably fantasized. Kimi couldn't help but imagine the fantasies others came up with, titfucking, extreme milking, breastfeeding. It made her so hot and heavy, causing her to leak some of her magic from her arousal. That wouldn't be such an issue if it didn't also mean she started lactating too. Many a favorite dress had been soiled because she was horny.\n\nTruth be told it wasn't all storms and gloom. She had her magic, and if she cast enough spells, her breasts would shrink to normal sizes. That just left her too drained to do much else, leaving her exhausted often in a dress that was too big for the rest of her petite frame. On those days, she sat in her chambers swathed in a blanket, curled up with a good book."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were getting used to it, your naked lower half exposed for anyone to use. Plus, they paid well. But you tense up when you recognise a voice on the other side of the wall.
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"content": "I had been walking around my apartment bottomless for the last few days. Even though I was a couples stories up, I left the window curtains up, not that I expected anyone could see me, but it was the best I could do. I was trying to get used to being without pants or even panties on. After twenty some years of being told you had to cover your privates, it was hard to unlearn.\n\r\nNow standing here in a small room, that wasn’t my apartment, and wearing only a crop top my nerves were almost my undoing. I had been left in here by my boss a few minutes ago and only told to take my pants and panties off. I took a deep breath and tried to recall my fantasizes. Fantasizes of being bottomless in a crowd of men, of being touched and used by the men around me. I don’t know why I wanted this but I did. It went against everything a young girl was taught, maybe that’s why I wanted it. My personal rebellion.\n\r\nThe door open and in walked a pretty girl wearing nothing but a pink bra and neon pink high heels. In a very warm and welcoming not to mention bubbly voice she said, “You must be the new girl.” \n\r\n“Yes,” I squeaked.\n\r\n“Don’t worry,” she exclaimed. “Everyone feels that way on there first day. Like, I know I did. But I like, so wanted to be fucked by a bunch of men that I was like so glad I accepted a job here. But anyway, my name is Julie. Come on and I’ll show you what we do. Oh my god this is going to be like so much fun.”\n\r\nShe turned and strutted out of the room, babbling about the job. I followed her, hesitant about leaving the room and not having my pants on. We walked down a long corridor, a few other girls past us going the other way. A couple were pants less like me, others were completely naked. No one said or commented on my nudeness. I started to feel more confident the longer we walked. Being without pants was not as scary as it sound. It was almost freeing.\n\r\nThen the corridor opened up to a large room. It was dim inside but I could make out a row of bunches along one of the walls. A small wall separated each bench. Next to each bench was a hole in the wall with a rubber lining around the opening. A few other girls were laying on them, all had there butts pushed through the opening. I couldn’t really see what was on the other side but I could hear voices and lots of moaning and grunting. \n\r\nJulie lead me over to an open bench. I wasn’t paying all that much attention to her, but I was pretty sure she hadn’t stop talking since we meet. “Ok, you ready?”\n\r\nShe didn’t give me a second to answer, though I wasn’t even sure I could. “So, like, let me show you how this bench works. Lay here. Come on lay down. Nothing to be scared of.”\r\nI laid down in the bench, my head facing away from the hole in the wall. My knees were bent as the bench wasn’t long enough to lay out flat without sticking my legs through the hole. “Here, like let me strap you in.”\n\r\nShe took a leather strap that was attached to the wall on the left and wrapped it around my wrist. A small chain attached the cuff to the wall and attached me to the wall. Then she walked around and strapped my right wrist to the other wall. I could pull a little and even wrap my fingers around the chain, but that was it. She then lift my right leg and buckled in to a cuffed chained to the wall above the hole. I ended up being bent over, my legs up in the air. Moving back to he other side she did the same, cuffing my left leg to the wall. The whole time she didn’t let up, going on and on about how much fun she had being fucked by the strangers in the next room. “Ok, you’re like all secure. I just have to slide the bench forward and you’ll be at the mercy of the men on the other side. Don’t worry to much, it’s, like, the slow time of day. So you may only like have a few guys fuck that pretty little pussy of yours.”\n\r\nIf I wasn’t aroused before. Her comment would have done the trick. But I wanted nothing more to be pushed through the wall. I gasped, surprised, as Julie’s fingers brushed over my pussy. “Yup your ready! Omg this is going to be some much fun for you. I think you’re going to be working here a long time.”\n\r\nWith that she pulled on a leave under the table. I heard a metal click and felt the table being pushed through the hole. Soon my bend ass was squeezing through the hole. My hips were bent even farther, I was almost folded in two. A cool breeze teased my two holes and I was especially glad this side of the room was heated. \n\r\nI was chained to the walls, my ass and pussy exposed to a bunch of men and I was aroused as fuck.\n\r\n“I’ll be back it a bit!” Julie exclaimed. “I hope you enjoy yourself.” With that she bounce off and out of the room.\n\r\nI was left alone. Well maybe not totally alone. I could here the girl a few benches over moaning. I could only imagine that there was a guy on the other side of the wall, his cock pushing into her exposed pussy. Oh shit, my pussy was exposed just like hers. Any of the guys on the other side of the wall could be looking at me right now. I wouldn’t never know how many guys there were. We’re they looking at me? Was someone going to come up and touch me. Would they play with my pussy or just stick their cock right in? \n\r\nFuck how long did I have to wait? \n\r\nI could hear muffled voices from the other side. Time pasted. I couldn’t tell how many men were over there. Sometimes the voices got close while other times they moved away from me. Sometimes there were a lot, others, if not for the sounds of girls being pleasure I would have guessed I was alone. I was getting frustrated. No one was touching me. How long did I have to wait?\n\r\nAnd then I heard two voices, right next to me. They seemed to be standing right in front of my pussy, I knew they were looking at me. Yes! \n\r\n“I can’t believe this place,” one of the voices said.\n\r\n“I know. It fucking amazing,” said a second voice.\n\r\nWait! Those voices sound familiar. Did I know them? Oh God it never occurred to me I might know the men on the other side.\n\r\n“When my wife, Brandy, left me,” continued the second voice. “I found this place. It was the only thing that kept me sane.”\n\r\nOh God, my mom was named Brandy and she left us a few years ago.\n\r\n“And, Henry, now that your single again, I thought this place might help you get over your ex.”\n\r\nOh shit my dad had a friend named Henry.\n\r\n“Well this pretty ass pussy in front of me is sure going to help,” laughed Henry.\n\r\nWas that my pussy he was talking about? Was my dad’s best friend going to fuck me? I couldn’t tell. Oh no was my dad standing in front of me? Was my dad going to fuck me?\n\r\nThen I felt a warm hard cock at the entrance of my pussy. It pushed against my entrance. I could feel it slide right in. “Oh god,” I screamed in pleasure."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Vines
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"content": "Here's a couple:\n\n1. Someone is given a potted plant as a Christmas present even though they don't really have a green thumb. They try their best and soon discover that the plant has a very interesting way of saying \"thank you.\"\n\n2. Someone has a houseplant left at their place by a supposed friend with instructions even though they were not asked to care for it. Despite this inconvenience they go out of their way to take care of the abandoned plant. Little did they know the plant planned to return the favor~"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was a really warm day, perfect to stay in the shade of a tree at the nudist beach. Everything turned a bit weird though, when your very attractive boss arrives and asks if she might join you.
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"content": "“Well, hey there, stranger.”\r \n\r \nThat voice hit my ears, a familiarity rippling down my spine. Usually, that voice was tight and professional, asking me about reports and deadlines with cold indifference. But this time, it was silvery and sweet, pleased to see me. Under the shade of the tree and through my thick sunglasses, only a shadow of their form was clear to me. But as I lifted my lenses, recognition flooded my senses. She was smiling, looking down on me with a hand on her cocked hip and a bag at her side. I was suddenly aware of how naked I was. “H-Hey, Dara!”\r \n\r \nShe giggled as she lifted her own glasses, raising a brow at me. “What a small world. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone from work today. So much of anyone, anyway.”\r \n\r \n“Y-yeah, m-me neither.” Trained on her face, I watched her eyes subtly flit to my groin, my flaccid, uncut cock on full display. My book became a useful modesty tool as I dropped it onto my lap. “I don’t know you came out here.”\r \n\r \n“Oh, don’t cover up on my account. It’s not like your dick’s out at the office.” The warm wind started to blow, playing with her loose blonde hair as it danced on her shoulders. I was so used to that tight, military bun she wore every day. So much so that even that slight change gave her a youthful glow that was evident in her honey brown eyes. She wasn’t naked yet, clearly having just walked from her car. But the skimpy white bikini tied to her surprisingly sculpted body was not leaving much to the imagination. Fuck, she was gorgeous. I prayed that the book would protect my inner thoughts from manifesting underneath it. “I come out here sometimes. Especially on beautiful days like this.” She sighed as the sun barreled down on her. “Too bad the sun’s so hot. You seem to be occupying the only natural shade on the beach.”\r \n\r \nI shrugged. “Yeah. I got here early so I wouldn’t have to buy an umbrella.”\r \n\r \nShe looked up at the tree, the palm leaves fluttering in the same warm wind. Then she looked down at me. A sparkle of curiosity peered into her gaze. “Think there’s room for two under there?”\r \n\r \nI felt sweat drip down my neck, heart pulsing under my skin. I swore I was blushing. “Oh, Dara, I-I’m not sure.”\r \n\r \n“Keller, will you relax?” she jeered at me. “We’re just two adults on a nude beach on a non-work day. It’s not like I’m gonna right you up for an HR violation.” She saw the silent contemplation on my face, about to turn on her heels in dejection. “Sorry, I’ll leave you be.”\r \n\r \n“No, wait!” I tried to shake off all of my concerns as I looked my incredibly good-looking supervisor in the eyes. She was right, we were just two adults enjoying a sunny Saturday on the beach. The nudity just came with the territory of the environment. I could sit next to my naked boss. No problem. I hoped. “Sorry, this is a little weird for me. But I would love it if you joined me.”\r \n\r \nHer smile spread over her face again as she dropped her beach bag. “Thanks. I promise everything will be above board.”\r \n\r \nThat made me chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’ll be on my best behavior.”\r \n\r \nI went back to reading my book, still very aware that my cock was out but trying to drown that anxiety in the words of this historical fiction. However, out of the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but watch her get settled in. She’d come a little more out of the sunlight, laying out a worn but soft-looking beach towel. She stepped out of her sand covered sandals, pristine white toes adorned with a few rings settling into the terrycloth. She let out a comfortable sigh, reaching behind her back to start untying her top. \r \n\r \nI swallowed. Hard. I was rereading the same sentence over and over, not a single word retained in my memory.\r \n\r \nI didn’t know if she knew I was watching her. But her motions slowed as she pulled on the strings, first at her back then around her neck. She let it fall into her hands, two sumptuous breasts with budding pink nipples now exposed to the summer air. She stretched, as if the tight top was a burden to her heaving chest, but it only made them rounder and fuller. I crossed my legs before my cock could unfurl. The ties of her bikini bottoms were pulled with the same level of care, falling to her feet. Immediately, I saw lingering tanlines of fairer skin and a well manicured mound of hazelnut colored hair. She scooped up her suit, bending ever so slightly to tuck it into her bag before digging for something else. She was bent away from me, toned thighs and a plump ass framing perfectly pink pussy lips.\r \n\r \nI had given up. I wasn’t reading anymore. I could feel my dick ready to betray me.\r \n\r \nWith a satisfied gasp, she plucked suntan lotion in an opaque brown bottle from the bag. She donned her sunglasses then squirted a glob of white goop into her hands. This is when the torture began. She rubbed her hands together, spreading the lotion in her palms, then started to rub it into her arms, her shoulders, and her neck. This routine continued, more suntan lotion and more inches of succulent, shimmery skin being lathered and rubbed until the chalkiness disappeared. I watched helplessly as she caressed the plains of her stomach and the fullness of her breasts, even coating those nipples with a generous helping. They went from soft, poking nubs to hardened peaks. It made my mouth water. She spared no expense on her ass, thighs, and legs, continuing to give me glimpses of what she hid between them. It was slow and purposeful the way she touched her body, not just to protect her skin from the sunrays, but to luxuriate in how she felt. It was agony to be a bystander. I wanted to know how it felt, too.\r \n\r \nBut the worst of it? The absolute worst of it? It was when she turned to me, extended the bottle to me. In the sunlight, she gleamed, her body slick and on display. She lowered her glasses, biting her lower lip. “Do you mind helping me out?” she asked, a specific lilt to her voice that dripped of trouble. “Just professionally, of course.” \r \n\r \nThat’s when I caught it, the glitter of mischief and darkness in her eyes. She had to know I’d been watching. She wanted me to watch. My cock was hard now, head poking free of its casing. So much for just being coworkers.\n\nSo much for being above board."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The elf blushed as the handcuffs clicked onto her wrists. It was the town's annual fertility festival, and she'd volunteered to be the top prize...
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"content": "The elf blushed as the handcuffs clicked onto her wrists. It was the town’s annual fertility festival, and she’d volunteered to be the top prize. ‘Top prize’ meaning the winners of the competition would have a massive gangbang with her. \nThe handcuffs were locked onto a pole in the center of the festival. Soon the gates would be locked and the infertile or older people would be left to care for the children. Now all she could do was wait.\n\nWaiting proved fruitful, for four handsome young men were left, their pants already tight with yearning. The judge of the games strolled forward with a pair of scissors and in one swift motion, cut off her undergarments, leaving her already wet pussy on display.\nThey wasted no time, fighting each other for the first pick. The biggest in terms of strength reached first and wasted no time in shoving himself in with a wet squelch.\nShe opened her mouth to gasp but a cock was shoved in it before she could make any noise. The two thrusted while the others waited, some already beating their junk. He thrust into her pussy as hard as he could and she felt his seed deep inside her. He slid out and swapped with the guy taking her mouth. He thrust into her just as hard, but only lasted a few seconds given the stimulation of her mouth.\nThe next one approached, rubbing against her pussy before sliding in. The other men clearly weren’t done with her, as the one who got the last pickings moved up to her breasts and began tit fucking her, while another fucked her throat and another fucked the one fucking her throat.\nThe guy came inside her, and she felt full but the last one was determined to carve her insides into his shape, so he pushed in and immediately began thrusting rough and hard. She gasped and moaned. He felt so much better than the others. He increased his thrusts as he met his climax and came inside her. She purred, feeling full and good.\nThe festival was once again a success."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the world awakes in the wrong bodies, it is discovered that the only way back to normal is to have sex with the person you swapped with. Some pairings are more awkward than others. 👀
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"content": "No one knew how or why the body swap happened but everyone agreed that whoever caused it had a twisted sense of humour after discovering how to change back. Sex.\n\nZane was especially displeased, having lost his muscular toned body and being stuffed in weedy Sam Baker's body. Sam was of Zane's favourite targets, weak but feisty, always giving him a good reason to work the little shit over. It had taken days to adjust, only now starting to feel like this body was 'his' even though it wasn't.\n\nNow though he had to have sex with him or with himself, it was kinda confusing. So when Sam arrived in his body he just wanted to get it all over with. \"Finally, just drop your pants and bend over, let's get this over with.\" Zane told Sam, hands on hips as if to menace him.\n\nSam just looked down at his, Zane watching as his body's face started to grin as Sam laughed at him. \"I don't think so, Zane. I believe I have the upper hand here.\" He replied, flexing the muscular form he now inhabited. \"No. Unlike usual I'm in control here so you're the one about to get fucked.\" He said will full confidence.\n\nZane screwed up Sam's face in realisation. \"I refuse. What are you gonna do now.\" He said, crossing his arms defiantly, though, in Sam's body, it looked more like a petulant child.\n\n\"Oh, I'll do what you always do. Use force.\" Sam told Zane, now within arms reach as he grabbed Zane by the arm and twisted. Zane weakly tried to resist as he yelled in pain, Sam forcing him to turn around his arm was restrained behind his back. Zane flailed his other arm only for it to join his first.\n\n\"Hey. Let me go or you'll regret it.\" Zane yelled out, Sam pushing him towards his bed.\n\n\"Maybe in the future but if I don't take the time now to get some payback I'll regret it.\" Sam stopped only to open a drawer and pull out a scarf. Zane continued to resist even as Sam pushed him onto the bed and partially sat on him, pinning him down with his body weight. Zane felt Sam used the scarf to tie his arms together firmly behind his back.\n\n\"Now. How about you ask me to fuck you and I'll be gentle. Unless you'd rather take it rough.\" Sam goaded Zane who yelled back expletives. Sam ignored them as he pulled off the trousers and underwear Zane was wearing.\n\nZane moved to begging when anger failed but seeing Sam unmoved with great reluctance he said. \"Okay okay. I'll do it. I. Will. Can you fuck me?\"\nSam grinning as he pulled open a drawer and took out some lube. \"What was that Zane? I couldn't hear you.\" He waved the tube around.\nZane ground his teeth as he loudly asked. \"Will you fuck me please?!\"\n\n\"Of course I can.\" Sam laughed, spreading Zane's butt cheeks and lubing him up. Rubbing and teasing his hole, Zane grunted at first, then began to pant and eventually moan as Sam worked his way inside slowly. \"P-Please.\" Zane started to beg, scared by how it felt and wanting it to stop but Sam took things slowly, Zane eventually devolving into whimpers and whines of sexual need.\n\nHe was completely embarrassed at what was happening to him, furious at Sam. Sam meanwhile was immensely happy, he'd always dreamed of forcing his bully to be whimpering and begging, though the fact it was in pleasure rather than pain was unexpected. It was to the point that his cock had grown hard all by itself.\n\nWhen he took a step back to undress, Zane mewed weakly, his hole fluttering at the sudden emptiness. Sam stripped, admiring his current body's fitness, gulping as he dropped his pants. Turns out Zane had been a grower, not a shower.\n\nWith a whistle Sam said. \"Well well, I always assumed you were a massive ass because you were compensating for a small cock. Turns out I was wrong.\"\n\nZane whimpered again, though this time with a hint of fear. \"Now now. Relax, you'll be perfectly ready for this, I'll even take it slow as you asked for this.\"\n\nZane narrowed his eyes at the condescending way Sam said it but had to admit he was happy to hear it. Sam lubed up his massive cock and pressed the tip to Zane's quivering entrance, gently applying pressure to ease inside.\n\nZane moaned, feeling as his loosened hole was stretched, it felt weird but good as his muscles squeezed around the hard and warm cock. He gasped and clenched, then slowly relaxed in a cycle, Sam easing in deeper and deeper. Each time Zane didn't think he could handle any more, yet he did. When Zane eventually felt Sam's balls slap against his cheeks he was confused, it taking a moment before realising Sam was now balls deep inside him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He knocked up his bully, and neither of them could be happier about it!
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"content": "Zack sat at his desk as he waited for the bell to ring. He sees Rose enter the classroom, but something seemed off about her today. She looked around anxiously till she locked eyes with him and walked over to his desk.\n\nThe only thought going through his mind was 'Great can't even get through first period without being harassed'. She stops in front of his desk looking down as if to hide the very clear embarrassing blush on her face before speaking softly \"I need to talk to you privately please\". \n\nThis threw Zack off a bit as usually she was very loud and confident. Right now she seemed like a light breeze could knock her over. Curious he decides to see what is going on. He gets up from his desk and follows her to a empty classroom nearby.\n\nShe still isn't looking at him \"Were you at Lora's masquerade party last month?\". He had been to the party, but the details were blurry as he had a lot to drink at the party \"Yeah I was there why?\". She finally looks at him \"Were you wearing a blue and sliver mask covered with music notes?\". \n\nHe had to think for a second \"Ummm...I'm not sure\". She gets a bit more red \"HOW CAN YOU NOT BE SURE?!?!\". He steps back as she yells \"Wow calm down, I think I have a picture of what I was wearing on my phone\". \n\nHe pulls out his phone and starts looking through his pictures. He shows her the picture of the mask he was wearing. She goes pale and falls to her knees tears welling up in her eyes \"Why of all people did it have to be you?\". \n\nHe looks at her confused \"What are you talking about?\". Rose pulls a pregnancy test from her jacket and shows it to him. Zack looks at it and his eyes go wide as he sees its positive \"You're kidding right...This is just one of the cruel pranks\". She shakes her head \"No it's real and it's yours\". \n\nHe thinks back to the party and has a fuzzy memory of hooking up with a girl at the party. He could only recall small detail like her mask and a moon shaped birthmark right under her collarbone. \n\n\"What color mask were you wearing?\" He asks. She pulls up a photo on her phone showing him a picture of her mask. It was the same mask the girl was wearing. \n\n\"And do you have a moon shaped birthmark?\" She nods and pulls her shirt down a little showing the birthmark right under her collarbone. He realizes that she's probably not lying. \n\nHe kneels down next to her \"Ok if this baby really is mine. I'll help any way I can\". She looks up at him still crying \"Can I stay with you? My parents kicked me out and i have no where else to go\". \n\n\"Of course\" He stands up then helps her to her feet. \"Now let's get you cleaned up and go back to class\" He walks her to the restroom so that she can clean herself up.\n\nHe stands outside the door and waits for her to come out. He thinks of just how weird all this is. He accidently hooks up with his bully and now they would be having a kid together. \n\n(To be continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “C’mon!” Your best friend chided. “It’s not like a gorgeous girl is gonna fall out of the sky! You gotta put yourself out there!” Just then, an immensely fat ass landed right in your face, and a perfectly gorgeous woman lay sitting on top of you. “S-sorry! I didn’t mean to land on you!”
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"content": "As if on cue something landed on my face, making me collapse. I opened my eyes feeling cloth and something else on my tongue. I looked up to see a back, something like the back of a bra and… my eyes widened as I threw the girl off. I rubbed myself, spitting. “Jesus! Fuck!” I roared and looked at the gorgeous blonde in a green sun dress rise, looking guilty. “Uh.. sorry, I didn’t mean to land on top of you!” \n\n“How?! Why?!” I looked up as my bestie’s jaw dropped at what just happened. “I have no time to explain. “Where am I?” She asked. “Uhh- 5th street and Concord.” I said, looking up. “In Rivermont,” I added. Her face paled. “I’m from Ashenheim.” I rose a brow. “That’s the capital of the Empire. The fuck happened to make you come here like that?” \n\n“Bad spell,” she answered, she gritted her teeth. “Trouble?” \nShe snorted. “Nah, funsies. I’m a student at the Mage’s Academy.” \n\n“Oh sweet! I’m going into the War Mage College next week.” \n\nHer eyes widened and she crossed her arms as we moved to someplace else. We bought her a room. “So, you’re going to be a battle mage?”\nShe asked. “It’s in the blood,” I shrugged. \n\nI frowned, looking at her as we say at the bar. “You look familiar. “What’s your name?” I asked. She bit her lip. “Anne,” I nodded. Ok. Wait…“Anne…Francisdottir?” I asked. Her blush told me everything I knew. “Dude, what?” I looked at my best friend Jordan, cutting my neck with my hand. You do not expose royalty. \n\nAfter dinner, we took her upstairs to get her settled. I volunteered to stay do she could make a call home. I made sure to have my chair watch the door. \n\nShe had the shower on as I sat down on my chair. The room and window sill were warded. No visitors coming in that way. However, I had no idea how to explain what the fuck I was doing if her folks showed up. I know the Ashenheim Livgardet must be besides themselves. I felt a hot hand touch my neck, ridding me of my thoughts. I jumped up at her touch. She giggled. “You’re so weird,” I looked at her, touching my neck. Nothing. A tracking mark? Nah, we’d have to see. But what irked the hell out of me was her being naked. Fat ass, but skinny body. \n\nShe leaned forward, massaging her breasts. “International scandal?” \n\n“Followed by disgrace, fun times and paparazzi?” I asked flatly and beamed. “Fuck yeah, biatch!” I stripped myself naked and proceeded to pound that pussy. \n\nHer nails raked my back as she screamed like banshee. The headboard would hang when I flipped her over, pressing myself as I rutted her like a hog. So many positions, so much fun. \n\nShe and I laid together under the covers. “Thanks for the fun,” I told her. “Thank *you*,” she breathed, rubbing her stomach. “If you want to abort to save face, that’s ok. I’d rather you-“ she kissed me. “So wary and focused.” She giggled. “I think I have my partner,” \n\n“So, what did you put on my neck?” I asked. She kissed me again. Her response sent shivers. “My personal mark of protection. You’re mine.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: when lightbulbs break darkness usually follows, not a horny lightning elemental.
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"content": "\"What in the sweet deep fried fuck-?\"\n\nThe air was glowing around Tom, swirling in reflecting darts off of the shattered glass and the glossy covers of the magazines scattered around him on the concrete floor. \n\nHe rubbed his elbow as he sat up continuing to observed the motes of swirling light, now appearing as gentle cyclones gathering one another up as they danced around the basement. \n\nSurveying the damage, he felt the hair on the back of his arms stand up before watching a small feminine hand stick out from the now foot tall conglomerate of sparking light strands. It reached out and brushed his forearm gently, tentatively, and instead of the electric shock he was expecting from the incredible apparition, it felt quite cool... tingly, even. \n\nIt continued to softly stroke up and down his arm, swirling behind him and dancing up across his shoulders and down his chest, soft pops and crackles of static electricity sounding off all around him. \n\nA Narrow forearm, and another hand appeared slowly out of the white-yellow glow as if out of mist, soft toned female biceps, shoulders and a hint of collarbone had worked him back against the stairs he had just tumbled from. \n\nTom had the distinct impression of a loving, sexual caress as the 2nd hand began to gently rub his chest, before undoing a few buttons with a pinch, and sliding slowly into his shirt over his pecs and up his neck, pulling him softly up towards what he was now fairly convinced was a \"her.\" \n\nAt this point the little strands dancing across the room had all started to swirl around them as a Centerpoint, and her torso had started to appear from the fog, a toned midsection with an arched in back had formed above his lap, and his hands naturally progressed from gripping the lip of the stair, up to her sides, and he began to return the slow caress she had started, beginning across her back, over the dimples created by the arch above where her round butt was beginning to fade in. \n\nTom was gentle with her half assembled form, afraid she would simply dissolve again at any harsh touch. As her plump thighs and calves formed in drawing the last of the motes along the floor, he became aware of the fact she was getting heavier, physically gaining pressure on his lap. She was also softly rolling her hips over him, the gentle friction causing an erection to quickly make it's presence known. \n\nTom thrusted softly back to adjust and she slid one hand down from his shoulders to loosen his belt, he drew a deep breath, amazed by the forwardness of this half assembled girl. \n\n As the mist swirled up her legs towards her bellybutton, a soft, neatly shaven set of pussy lips puffed out across his thigh, with an adorable tuft of a landing strip crackling in loudly compared to the soft popping the silent basement had been occupied with thus far. A bright sheen of liquid, brighter in luminescence than the rest of her, had streaked down his thigh, oozing from the eager pussy as it ground against it. \n\nTom slid one hand down across her Venus mound, gently past her lips, into the puddle as the swirling sparks above them began to funnel down towards her from the ceiling. It was slick, slippery to touch, and he brought a glowing fingertip up to his face to smell it. \n\n\"It's sweet,\" he thought. The hand she hadn't occupied with undoing his belt gently pushed her back, so she could move his lubed hand towards his mouth. Tom tentatively sucked the glowing liquid from his digit... Sour... like lemon drops, and tingly, but good. Really good. He began to clean his thumb and middle finger of her juices, while she backed up and slid his pants and boxers just low enough to slide her electric touch down his bare cock, and pull it out over the waistband. \n\nAs she nestled over him, her neck and narrow chin slowly swirled upwards into a cute and definitively pouty set of soft blue lips, sparks stretching between them, and around her tongue, as a now familiar bright yellow liquid swirled around inside. A small pointed nose, graduated into an unexpectedly dim set of pale blue eyes, which drew attention, not being as bright as the rest of her, they were easy to look at, calming. \n\nA soft voice finally moaned out softly, \"Sorry. This is going to be loud.\"\n\nA sudden cascade of sparks flew towards her head in a rush before fizziling and popping down in a brilliant blue pixie cut hairstyle, framing her adorable face and lending credulity to her desperate expression. \n\n\"I'm Spectra!\" The cute high-pitched glowing smokeshow of a girl on your lap said. \"I'm sorry if I scared you, I kind of need dark spaces to do what I do.\"\n\n\"Tom.\" He replied. \"Nice to meet you.\" \"What exactl-?\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah, sorry, I always seem to get a little ahead of myself. I'm an elemental, Lightning to be exact... or well, I'm going to be!\" \n\n\"Going to be?\" \n\n\"Yeah, I used to be a lot more powerful, but I've been bouncing around as energy for a while after grounding out in the hurricane. It takes a while to build back up to normal, especially with this yucky power around here. Coal and Gas, blech. I need to move somewhere cleaner.\"\n\n\"How long is a while?\" Tom tried to focus as she softly resumed sliding her hips over his throbbing cock. The glow from her juices casting light over the bottom of her cute face.\n\n\"Uhh, I think it's around two or three hundred years? Not too long.\" She dismissed his concern and let out a gentle coo, seemingly unaware of his astonished expression. \n\n\"That feels...\" he sighed as she kept grinding, \"really... really fucking good.\" \n\nSpectra leaned in to gently nibble his ear before whispering, \"Then why don't you slip inside, handsome.\" \n\nShe sat back and reached to guide his stiff cock into her practically steaming pussy, as it dripped hot yellow glow across his balls and thighs. As soon as his head penetrated her glowing petals, he felt the gripping electric tingles right to his core. As his cum bubbled up inside him, she bottomed and stopped to help him regain his composure. \n\n\"Not so fast sweetie,\" she moaned and rolled her soft asscheeks over his thighs. \"Being in there that long makes me, Reaally. Fucking. Horny. And I need you to go the distance.\" She giggled softly. \"God I need a cum.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The terms of the pact were simple. You get the woman's body you always dreamed of. In exchange, the tentacle monster gets to fuck you once a month.
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"content": "Faithe looked up at the tall being emerging from the thick smoke that filled the room. At least seven and a half feet tall, the spellcaster could not help but crane her neck back to look the being in the eyes - well the six that were on its face anyway. As it moved forward, the sudden pang of regret hit Faithe's stomach and she felt weakness in her knees. Her lips trembled and her hands quaked and gripped her wand as tightly as she could manage.\r \n\r \nIts skin was darker than coal and its vaguely humanoid form appeared to only be punctuated by the red slits that occasionally blinked at her. The general outline of the creature's body seemed to suggest a well-muscled man, or it would if not for its legs melding together only to split again into a ball of writhing tentacles. \r \n\r \n*So, summoning was real.* \r \n\r \n\"Ah, well good afternoon, Mr. Extradimensional Entity sir. Welcome to Earth. This is my apartment. Sorry I didn't clean up. Didn't think this would actually work. I'm normally really tidy. No, that's a lie. I'm sorry for lying, my life is a mess I need to clean up more. Okay, I'm doing the nervous talking thing,\" Faithe was staring down and off to the side lost in her own thoughts when she finally heard the sound a throat clearing.\r \n\r \n\"Ahem. The pact, did you accept it? Do you agree to the terms?\" The voice seemed to come from above, to the sides, behind her and even from inside. In fact, it almost seemed to come from everywhere but the creature's mouth which made sense as it had none. Eyes darting about, Faithe looked around to make sure they were the only ones in the room. This time somehting more assertive than a mere cough pulled her attention back. A thin tentacle eased up her chest, slid along her neck and gently tugged at her chin bringing her to face the being again.\r \n\r \n\"What is your name my child?\" the voice came this time seemingly from the direction of the tall being. \r \n\r \n\"Faithe. Faithe Taylor.\"\r \n\r \n\"A pleasure, Ms. Taylor. I'm honored to be in the company of such an esteemed master of the magical arts,\" the voice came again now more gentle and calming. The wiggling appendage that had sought her chin now lowered itself to her waist and eased her forward.\r \n\r \n\"If you think that's impressive, I'm also an accountant,\" she quipped letting her humor dispel some of the nervousness. \"Before, we enter into the pact, I would prefer to have your name Mr...\"\r \n\r \n\"I don't believe you can pronounce it, but it is Aidaothr'itheth\"\r \n\r \n\"Okay, Aiden it is. Aiden, I accept. I get the body I want, and you get inside the body you want. Deal. Once a month can't be all that bad. You are like a magical period. I can accept that,\" she announced with a smile trying to hold in her stream of consciousness as she \"shook hands\" with Aiden's tentacle.\r \n\r \n\"Now, Faithe. This is final. Is there a reference for who you wish to look like? Imagine them in your mind. An actress, a model, a...,\" a hand rose to Aiden's face now falling over its non-existent lips. \r \n\r \n\"Actually, no models. I just want to look like me. With a beauty mark like my mom added on, I guess. This is about wanting to look the way I feel. Just make me look like I fit in with my sisters and mom.\"\r \n\r \nThe query was an odd one that the summoned being had not encountered before. It contemplated the request for a time before it uttered a knowing \"ah\". Slithering across the floor, the otherworldly being closed the distance between itself and Faithe and placed its moist appendage on Faithe's head. \"Fair enough, lights out\"\r \n\r \nFaithe's eyes rose to the tip of the tentacle as it tapped her forehead. Anything she could have said in protest turned to gibberish as the world about her faded to black.\r \n\r \nThe sound of birds out the window and the rays of sunlight that peaked into the room between the blinds woke Faithe. It was not a dream, she was sure of it, something felt different. She could feel the absence of all but her underwear. Her bed felt larger, she felt lighter. She wasn't imagining it, that meant...\r \n\r \nFaithe pulled back the covers and bolted over to her mirror pulling towels and last week's clothing out of the way. What she saw was a miracle. Her hands found her face and her fingertips met her skin with such delicacy one would think she feared disturbing a work of art. Round and cheery, the girl smiling back at her seemed new and yet oddly familiar. Sliding down, she moved her hands over sleek shoulders and brought her hands together in front of her feeling two new surprises. Small and barely a handful, they were hers and beautiful and complimented her petite figure. \r \n\r \nTime seemed to cease mattering as she admired herself over and over. Front and back and from the side so she could admire her flat tummy, her curvaceous hips and round behind. Hmm, that last one was not new but she was glad it stayed. Still there was one last area to check. She inhaled deeply as she looked down and steeled herself. She slid a shaking hand beneath the waistband of her underwear. Faithe hesitated, what if this was not real, what if this is when the dream ended? So thoroughly frozen was she that she dared not even breathe. Holding her eyes shut, she plunged lower and felt her answer. A sigh of teary-eyed relief escaped her lips. \r \n\r \n\"Ahem, I believe you still have to fulfil your side of the bargain,\" came the ethereal voice from behind her. \n\n\n(pt 1)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Society has recently gone through a drought of sex. Despite the situation being temporary, Federal programs have been created to help. The good news: Your government is still fucking you. The bad news: Your government is still fucking you.
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"content": "It was finally Saturday. The best day of the week. It was the one day when he did not have to worry about work. Oh sure, there was Sunday, but that was plagued by the looming threat of Monday. No, for Chris, Saturday was by far the best. \n\nThe only problem was that he had nothing to occupy it with other than video games and his various streaming services. He did not have a girlfriend. He barely had friends at all. He lived alone, and hated going to clubs. And so it was that he was sitting around, browsing for something to occupy his time.\n\nThat is, until he heard a knock at the door to his apartment. He wrinkled his brow in confusion. He was not expecting company, and he had not ordered anything. Maybe it was a neighbor wanting to borrow something?\n\nHe went to the door to check. There was a woman there. She was slightly below average height and wearing a crisp three piece suit. She was also drop dead gorgeous. Her shining blonde hair was tied up in a neat, professional bun, which seemed to perfectly fit her heart shaped face. Her plump red lips were held in a professional smile and her sapphire blue eyes seemed to glow. He could also tell she had an explosive figure. Her well tailored suit hinted at an hourglass figure that could cause traffic accidents, and a pair of truly massive breasts. \n\n\"Hello Mr. Bellin.\" The woman said a moment after the door opened. \"I am Agent White, from the DSR. I'm here to check if you've been doing your duty to support the future of America.\"\n\nChris was now more confused. He had never heard of the DSR. Although he did have to admit he was out of the loop when it came to current events. The news was so depressing, he figured it was best to avoid it entirely.\n\n\"Uh, maybe? I'm sorry, but what's the DSR? Is that some kind of new government...thing?\"\n\nShe tilted her head and looked at him curiously. \"You mean you haven't heard?\" He shook his head. \"Wow. I thought everyone had heard by now. I guess you really avoid news sites.\"\n\n\"Like the plague. It's all war this and population collapse that. It sucks.\"\n\nShe sighed. \"Yeah, I understand completely. But you really should pay more attention. But to explain, that population collapse that you mentioned? The DSR aims to solve that. We're the Department of Sexual Relations, and we're here to make sure everyone is doing their part for the future of the country.\"\n\nChris thought about that. \"Wait, you're here to make sure I'm having sex?\"\n\n\"Yes. To make sure that the population of the USA becomes stable again.\"\n\n\"Ah.\" It seemed fake to him. Why would the government care about that? He would have to check later. But in the meantime, it almost pained him to have to admit this to such a beauty. \"Well, sorry, but no. I, uh, I'm single and I don't really play the field. Also I'm not looking to have kids. At least, not yet. Maybe someday, but not yet.\"\n\n\"Oh, I see. In that case, I'm going to have to enact a code 69.\"\n\n\"Dare I ask?\"\n\n\"Let's just say that these days, when people say the government is fucking them, they aren't being metaphorical.\"\n\nWith a flick of her wrist, she undid her bun, letting her hair cascade down. She shook her head, and her golden locks followed like a halo.\n\n\"Wait, what? But...I...I don't...\"\n\n\"Don't worry, Mr. Bellin, I assure you, I'm more than capable.\"\n\n\"But...I don't even know you. If I'm going to do...that with a woman I'd like to at least get to know her first.\"\n\n\"That's sweet of you, and maybe another time. But for now, I'm not here for a date. I'm here to fuck you and move on.\"\n\n\"And...and if I say no and that I'm not comfortable sleeping with a woman I just met?\"\n\n\"Please don't make this hard, Mr. Bellin. It's so much better when you're cooperative.\"\n\nHe could not believe he was about to say this to a woman who was essentially a supermodel, but he had to say it.\n\n\"I'm sorry, but like I said, I'd prefer to know a woman first. If you're that insistent, then maybe later we can go to dinner and a show first?\"\n\nThe agent shook her head. \"Well, at least you're polite about it. But I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice in this. It's government regulations now.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your harem cares for you after a very stressful day.
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"content": "\"Ooh, how about her?\"\n\nNat, Tara, and Isabel were snuggled up in bed together as Nat scrolled through Nest, a dating app for harem seekers and harem hopefuls. Isabel gently caressed Tara's distended pregnant belly as she checked out the woman Nat had found. \"Let's see here, Octavia. Holy shit, the rack on that woman!\"\n\nNat giggled. \"Right? Big selling point in my opinion. Plus, her policy on harem size is 'the bigger the better'. *And*, she loves kids.\"\n\nTara smiled. \"Well, that's gonna be a bonus in about six months. You think Aaron'll like her?\"\n\n\"It's Aaron.\"\n\nTara shrugged. \"Fair enough.\"\n\nSuddenly, the bedroom door opened to reveal Aaron, prompting Nat to say, \"Well, speak of the devil! Hi honey, how was your--\"\n\n*FWUMPF!*\n\nAaron walked over to the bed, flopped onto it like a dead fish, and placed his face directly in Isabel's boobs. As Aaron let out a long, pained groan, Isabel sighed and remarked, \"Ah, shit. Tiddy pillow.\"\n\nNat got out of bed and walked over to the doorway. \"Marigold, sweetie? Can you get a big glass of water?\"\n\n\"Saw Aaron on the way in, already on it. And I'm getting the other girls too,\" Marigold replied.\n\n\"Thank you, dear.\" Nat turned around and got back on the bed, where Tara and Isabel had begun cuddling their husband. As Nat joined in, she softly said to Aaron, \"It's okay daddy, you're home now. You can relax and unwind. Just melt into our embrace.\"\n\nAaron took several deep breaths as Marigold entered with a glass of water. Marigold set it on the nightstand before joining the comfort session. Shortly after, Ashley and Sam entered the room as the former said, \"Okay, Kate's down for her nap, now what's--oh dear, the tiddy pillow.\"\n\nAshley and Sam got on the bed and began planting the gentlest ghosts of kisses on Aaron's neck and shoulders. Aaron pulled his head up and turned over as he said, \"Thank you so much, girls. I just...I just had the most frustrating--\"\n\nMarigold pressed her hand against Aaron's mouth to quiet him. \"Nuh-uh, no thinking about your day. You're never gonna be able to release that tension like that. Let us take care of this, okay baby?\"\n\nIsabel moved Aaron's head down onto her lap as the other girls began to take off his leggings. With his cock freed up, the girls began to kiss and caress it as Isabel purred, \"Feels good, doesn't it baby? Feels sooo good to just lay back and let your wives pleasure you.\"\n\nAaron sighed. \"Yeah. Yeah it does.\"\n\nOver the tip of his cock, Marigold and Tara made out as Ashley, Nat, and Sam ran their tongues along his shaft and balls. As Aaron savored the feeling, he gasped out, \"H--hey, can Ashley be the one to go down on me?\"\n\nThe girls happily pulled back to give Ashley the space to work as she replied, \"Of course I can, daddy.\" Ashley spit on Aaron's cock before taking it into her mouth and bobbing up and down on it. At the same time, Aaron dragged a finger down his mouth and said, \"Anyone interested in getting up here?\"\n\nSam gripped Aaron's hand. \"Honey, you don't have to do that.\"\n\n\"I know, sweetie. But I want to.\"\n\nSam nodded as Nat climbed on top of Aaron and purred, \"If you're certain, I'll gladly take you up on your offer.\" Aaron happily began kissing and licking Nat's clit as he heard Isabel and Sam make out above him. As Ashley began to suck him off even faster, Aaron decided to match her speed in his own oral pleasuring. Nat moaned louder as she started to grind against Aaron's face, rolling her hips in pursuit of the wonderful feeling between her legs.\n\nIn no time at all, Aaron blew his load down Ashley's throat as Nat flooded his senses with her own orgasm. Nat dismounted Aaron's face, freeing him up to see Marigold and Sam were suckling on Tara's breasts gently. With a smile, Aaron sat up as he said to his girls, \"Thank you so much for this. I'm feeling about a thousand times better now.\"\n\nThe girls happily moved in to snuggle up with Aaron as Marigold handed him the glass of water and purred, \"Of course, daddy. It was our pleasure.\"\n\nAs Aaron drank the water, Nat showed him her phone and said, \"Before I forget, you've gotta see this woman I found on Nest.\"\n\nAaron went wide eyed as he stared at the screen and gulped down his water before remarking, \"Holy shit, the rack on that woman.\"\n\n\"I know, right?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being a werewolf isn’t too bad, though she wished her clothes faired better after transforming, it’d make the walk home much less humiliating. (ENF) (Humiliation)
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"content": "The sound of rain and the feeling of wet earth wakes June from her peaceful slumber as she finds herself curled beside a tree and using its mossy roots as a nice pillow. Enjoying how refreshing it feels having sated her *itch* she was \"gifted\" with some months back, June quickly blushes at the concept of being completely nude *once again*. \n\nNormally her wolf has the decency to leave her some tattered clothes which can serve as some excuse in the event of being spotted, but not this time. Being *completely* nude was a bit new and extra embarrassing given the weather hardening her nipples and causing goosebumps to race all along her pale body. Contemplating using dirt as some form of cover June quickly dismisses that groggy-brained idea seeing as the rain would merely wash it all off and that she doesn't want even more attention in case someone assumes the worst. \n\n Her shapely breasts casually swaying as she stands June can't help but blush at what a passerby might see or think witnessing her like this. Before the curse June was a weak shut-in who was ever fearful of the outside, out of shape with a lack of general motivation and disinterest in trying new things. Wanting to break this cycle June decided to go solo camping only to get scratched by some sort of angry creature before it stormed off into the night. Not thinking much of it and having no insurance to speak of June does what she can only for the wound to start healing rapidly on it's own days after being inflicted. Being a smart women and knowing the common myths about werewolves and lycanthropes June goes back to that spot as a hunch the next full moon only for it to be entirely confirmed. \n\nPain, discomfort and a more animalistic mindset is all that June feels the first night of a full moon when it is the highest in the sky. For the next 6-8 hours June \"rests\" and instead is possessed by this beast. As humiliating as it is to be naked in the forest, and being taken over by some wolf spirit one night out of the month June can't deny the perks that come with it. Soon after being infected June discovered her body becoming naturally more fit and tone and her allergies and other ailments being alleviated. Her hearing and smell is certainly a bit sharper although so is her hunger and her temper especially nearing a full moon. \n\nWasting no time June sighs before she starts walking towards her car praying the weather drives would be hikers, hunters and other witnesses away as she makes her walk of shame. Before the attack June would be FREEZING however she's noticed her temperature is naturally a bit hotter than humans. That being the case the rain and wind is still getting to her, causing her to gasp every so often as a gust of wind sends a chill up her spine. \n\nThough instinctively wanting to cover herself with her arms, the tangling roots and fallen branches make such travel impossible especially without any sort of feet protection or support. Maybe to someone experienced with hiking and the outdoors this would be a cake walk though having been a homebody most of her life June resigns herself to use the trees and their branches as support leaving her breasts and other parts of her body completely exposed. \n\nGoing through the motions of it June shakes her head clearly annoyed her wolf dragged her this far into the forest only to be alerted by a nearby twig snapping. Head immediately turning to face the noise June at this moment wishes more than anything for better eyesight to go along with her hearing but the distinct sound of a camera flash displaces that playful notion. \n\nNot knowing what else to do June books it in the direction of her car. Though normally shit at directions June devised a way of \"hacking the system\" so to speak, by putting a concoction of all her various perfumes and oils she sprayed the back of her car so she would always know where it was in case she needed to find her way back or get the fuck out at a moments notice. \n\nRunning through the forest at this point June can hear something darting after her and shouting \"STOP!\" \"DON'T GO THERE!\" \"WATCH WHERE YOU STEP!!\" though she is too embarrassed to heed his warning before she sees it. Crude metal, simple pressure plate and a *nasty* looking mouth of a bear trap stands before her as some *force* takes over and compels her to stop lest she trigger it. The emotions of her state of dress, the camera and person following her and the fact the wolf saved her from losing her leg causes June to freeze in place as the Man finally catches up clearly *much* more winded than she is. \n\n\"Ba-bear-....Bear traps!\" he gets out as he wheezes and coughs. Not wanting this man to check out her ass June turns to face him, arm covering her chest and her other hand covering her crotch does she finally address him. \"What the fuck are you doing out here?!\" clearly not wanting to make this about herself. Catching his breath the man looks up and immediately blushes at the sight of June trying her best to cover up. Seeing him obviously staring June angrily says \"Eyes up here asshole!\" to which the man swallows hard and obliges. \"Uh yeah I'm a reporter em, journalist actually and I heard rumors of illegal hunting using inhumane and cruel practices.\" He says clearly a bit proud his hunch was correct seeing the bear trap in front of her. \"Also Miss I apologize for staring but you should be worried about a lot more than just me, bears, wolves, coyotes and even moose call these woods home and you're out here, by yourself...*and naked* he says\" blushing a bit as he does. \n\nAs June processes all of this information at the mention of *bears and wolves call this place home* She involuntarily relaxes the arm covering her boobs as she flinches \"Bears live here?? Why is there no signs!\" She says feigning her anger at the caretakers and not herself for going for the closest forest outside of the city. At the sudden movement of June dropping her arm and her surprise reaction the Journalist passively adjusts his gaze towards her exposed boobs giving a subtle moan to himself as he clearly enjoys the view. A second passes before June realizes quickly covering her chest again and chastising him. \"Hey! what did I say? Oh and what the fuck is with taking my picture?\" She says staring towards the ground for traps as she makes her way towards a tree for extra cover. \n\n\"Uh yeah sorry about that, but you have a really nice body and I didn't mean to startle you.\" the man says with honesty as he scratches the back of his head as he looks away. \"I'm Phil by the way. and you are?\" \n\n\"Oohh no don't small talk me, How about you delete that picture first?\" She says covering behind a tree best she can. A bit embarrassed at first but now a little more annoyed Phil looks back towards her and says \"Lady I just saw your tits, I think we can be on a first name basis.\" He says with a bit of new found confidence. \n\nBlushing herself at this point she begrudgingly accepts. \"Fine, I'm June, now delete the picture please.\" she says her heard poking out from behind the tree as she uses the rest of it as if it were a shower curtain. Fumbling through his bags Phil pulls out his camera and once again looks at the picture he took and smiles a bit to himself. \"Hey enough with the gawking! Delete it!\" June says impatiently. Looking at the picture for a second a grin creeps across Phil's face as he looks back towards June. \"Why exactly should I?\" he says nonchalantly to the surprise of June. \"Oh so you're just a fucking pervert huh? You get off taking pictures of women without their knowledge or consent is that what it is?\" She says fully covering herself behind the tree shouting aloud for him to hear. \n\n\"Oh lighten up! If it wasn't for me you would be dead. People don't go in these woods *because* of the animals that live here you clearly didn't know about and that's precisely why illegal hunting happens here. I've seen some of the dead animals the wardens find here and it is *not pretty*.\" He says a-matter-of-factly though to the incredibly disinterested June. \n\n\"You know I *was* going to help you find your way back, avoiding the traps and other hazards of the forest but maybe I'll just leave you out here. Hell maybe I'll say you set some of these traps since you were such a bitch to me.\" Phil says with a bit of venom in his voice denoting the threat which causes June to pop her head back out once again. The *last* thing she needs is a news article written about her and have people make connections about when and where she goes during these times. \"Wait...\" she says to Phil who already has his back turned ready to walk away from her... \"..What do you want\" she says as she feels her stomach churn and skin crawl at the implication of her offer. \n\n\"Ah that's more like it\" Phil says casually walking in her direction but not before taking a heavy stick and disarming the trap and a second one she did not even notice under a pile of leaves. Phil takes several pictures of the traps before placing them by a tree and marking the tree with a slash of his knife. \"Ok now that is out of the way how about you come out from behind that tree so we can have a conversation instead of you just demanding things of me.\" Phil says brushing off his hands as he leans against a tree waiting. \n\nNot knowing what else to do and acknowledging the danger she's in June comes out from behind the tree once again trying her best to cover her sizable bust with her arm and her pussy with her open hand."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were born in a lab via cloning expiriment. You have found all 5 of your clone “siblings” and you all “hang out” with eachother once a month.
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"content": "The sun was setting as I pulled into the driveway of the rental cabin. I got out of the car and stretched out before opening up the trunk to double check I hadn't forgotten anything. Clothes, champagne, shibari rope, whipped cream, riding crops--it was all there. I grinned as I grabbed my bags and pushed open the door to the cabin with a loud, \"What the fuck is up, sluts!!\"\n\nFive other women, with varying styles but all with faces identical to mine and the others, cheered as they saw me. As I set down my bags, the woman with an undercut and a leather jacket stepped up to me and purred, \"Hey Riri.\"\n\nI smiled lewdly and replied, \"Hey Wendy. You miss me?\"\n\n\"Depends on how you interpret this.\" Wendy pinned me against the wall and kissed me like a wild animal, hungry and relentless. My legs spread apart instinctively and Wendy answered in turn by fitting her knee into the open space. Once I had a moment to breathe, I pretended to think about my response before answering, \"I choose to interpret that as a yes.\"\n\nWendy laughed and lifted me up to carry me over to the rest of our sisters. As I was dropped onto the cushions, Olivia swooped in and excitedly asked, \"Did you bring the things I like?\"\n\nI chuckled. \"In due time, little miss eager. For now, let's do a little... catching up.\" I pounced on Olivia and started nipping at her neck, eliciting a surprised but happy gasp from her. As Olivia started gripping the couch for bracing, I felt a pair of hands slip into my pants as I heard Fiona's voice whisper in my ear, \"God damn, I missed this ass.\"\n\nI giggled. \"Did you miss other things about me?\"\n\n\"You mean, like...this?\" Fiona skimmed my clit with her fingers before inserting them inside my pussy. I shivered and lustfully responded, \"Yes, that is *precisely* what I mean.\"\n\nFiona growled, \"You're goddamn right I missed this.\" As Fiona started fingering me, I began kissing Olivia's clit. Olivia squealed with delight as Wendy, Ellie, and Lana got down on the floor beside us to start their own fun. That was the only rule of girls' week: no solo action and nothing on your own. If you were gonna fuck, you got as many of the others involved as you could. We had seven days of privacy to do whatever we wanted to each other, and there was no point in wasting it.\n\nEllie and Lana pulled off Wendy's shirt and began kissing and suckling at her tits as Wendy sighed happily and remarked, \"Good girls.\" My tongue snaked around Olivia's sex as Fiona finally took off my own pants. Olivia mewled, \"So goooood!! I missed this! I missed this so fucking much!!!\"\n\nAs I saw Wendy, Ellie, and Lana link up in a daisy chain, I began to worry that Fiona's pussy was going to be neglected through this. Fiona, thinking on the same wavelength as me, said, \"Don't worry about me, hon.\" Fiona then pulled a tiny remote and hit the button. In an instant, Fiona's face contorted in pleasure. \"Vibrating panties. I--fffuck--bought them last--holy *shit*--for the trip.\"\n\nSatisfied, I returned to drawing out Olivia's orgasm with glee, who thanked me by way of ecstatically crying out my name. It took all of my willpower not to do the same for Fiona (sweet Jesus that woman had a godlike tongue), and I suspect it took all of Fiona's power not to just scream in general. In not too long, the living room was filled up with the sounds of our climaxes. As we all dismounted each other and Fiona turned off her panties, Lana was the first to say, \"Happy girls' week.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: His doorbell rang and he found her on his welcome mat. Naked, her hands and knees lashed together, butt-plugged, and her mouth stuffed with a ball-gag. Not another soul in sight.
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"content": "He blinked, but his late-night crams had caught up to him, and he's just too tired to think, yet clearly he can't leave her out there. \n\nHe picked her up, newlywed style, brought her in and kicked the door closed. \n\nHe put her down on the couch, flat, then left her. \n\nHe came back with a comforter, tucked her in, then at the last of his endurance, he went back to his bedroom, fell into bed, already asleep. \n\n\\------\n\nHe woke up the next morning, having a very sexy dream, then he finally woke up, and found he had drooled on his pillow. And where is his comforter?\n\nThere was also a vague sense of something left undone last night, but he's still groggy. He was stumbling toward the restroom for his morning constitutional when he heard the female voice, grunting through the gag coming from the living room. \n\n\"Hmmmm??? HmmmmMMMM!!!!!\"\n\nNow wide awake, he ran out to the living room, saw nothing at first, then found the woman covered in his comforter on his couch, wearing a ball gag, of all things... \n\n\"Who are you, and why are you here?\" He exclaimed. \n\n\"Hmmm! Hmmmttttt!\" She sat up, and the comforter fell away, revealing that she was naked underneath. \n\n\"And where are your clothes?\"\n\n\"Unmmmm!\"\n\nHe slapped his forehead, \"Ungag you, of course.\" \n\nHe sat on the edge of the couch, and reached for her. She lowered her head, and he unbuckled the ballgag, and gently massaged her jaw. \n\nThen he gently raised her chin to look at her. Young, tears in her eyes, no makeup, but still pretty... \n\nHe had seen her before on campus. \n\nIt was then he remembered that he hadn't seen her hands or feet... He was about to jerk the comforter away but realized something was not making sense. \n\n\"What's going on... uh... Meredith, right?\"\n\nShe nodded.\n\n\"Are you tied up?\"\n\nShe nodded again.\n\n\"Should I untie you?\"\n\nShe shook her head.\n\nNow he was VERY confused.\n\n\"Why not?\"\n\n\"It... it was a dare.\"\n\nHe grimaced. He seriously thought such fraternity and sonority dare was a thing of the past... clearly not. This one... was way out of hand.\n\n\"You need to explain all this before I untie you and call the campus police.\"\n\n\"No! Please... don't involve the authorities.\"\n\nHe sighed. \n\n\"What's going on?\"\n\n\"Uh... I may have let on that I... fancy you.\" \n\n\"Nothing wrong with that.\"\n\n\"But I know that you would never want me.\"\n\n\"Stop putting yourself down like that.\"\n\nHe looked at her, but she was looking at the floor. He curled his finger under her chin, and raised her to face him.\n\n\"Let me guess, someone suggested that if you offer yourself like this to me, I would be too stupid to refuse?\"\n\nShe nodded and looked down again. \n\n\"But you still don't want me, not even I was... offered up on a platter.\"\n\n\"Merry...\" He sighed again, \"Merry, listen to me... I was VERY busy last night finishing up my dissertation. I... was simply not in the mood. Hold on...\" \n\nHe ran off to the bedroom and came back with some clothes, \"I'll untie you. Put these on, then I'll make us some breakfast, then we'll talk.\" Then he ran off into the kitchen. \n\nHe quickly fried some eggs, made some toast, and heated some water to make some instant oatmeal, as he wasn't sure what she would eat. He poured two cups of orange juice, found a tray, and carried the food toward the living room. \n\nWhen he returned to the living room, she was kneeling in front of the couch, still naked, the binding belt's marks still on her wrists and legs. Her hands behind her back, in the stereotypical \"submissive position\". \n\nHe grimaced and would have facepalmed himself had he not been holding plates of food. Clearly, his reputation for being a dom had spread a bit further than he thought, and it's clear that Meredith has absolutely NO IDEA what D/S was except what she read in Fifty Shades or some bad romance novel. \n\nHe placed the food on the table, patted the seat next to him, and said, \"Meredith, put some clothes on and join me for breakfast... well, more like brunch now.\"\n\nShe did not move.\n\nHe mentally sighed again, then switched to his \"dom\" voice, \"Merry, put those clothes on, then sit here.\"\n\nThis time, she obeyed. The drawstring sweatpants are obviously too large but can be made to fit somewhat by folding the legs, and the t-shirt reached almost to her knees, but at least she's covered up. \n\n\"Have some breakfast.\"\n\nHis mind whirled, as he considered many scenarios while he observed her intake of food. His dissertation is almost ready, and his degree is almost assured. He may be ready to resume his lifestyle, and Meredith seems to make an excellent sub, but she's... too innocent to be introduced to the lifestyle. Yet, who is he to deny her what she wanted? \n\nAs Morpheus said to Neo, \"I can only show you the door, you have to walk through it yourself.\" \n\nHe had made his decision, yet in a way, it was not really a decision. \n\n------\n\n(So what happens next? Good question... I have some ideas...)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your wife has been attracted to herself romantically for years now. On your weddding anniversary, you suprise her with a clone of herself.
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"content": "\"Honey? You here?\"\n\nAs I stretched and got out of bed, I heard my wife Ann's voice call back, \"I'm in the shower!\"\n\nI grinned as I entered the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain. Standing beneath the spray of hot water was Ann and her clone, making out with their bodies covered in suds. I cleared my throat to get their attention, prompting both Anns to look at me with lewd smiles and say, \"Good morning Bonnie.\"\n\nI got in the shower as I remarked, \"You two didn't forget about me, did you?\"\n\nAnn-1 began running her hand along my thigh as Ann-2 purred, \"Like we'd ever do that,\" before moving in to kiss me. Ann-1 moved her hand between my legs as I pulled Ann-2's tongue into my mouth and caressed her cheek. Ann-1 sped up slowly and whispered to me, \"Now don't get greedy, hon. This is just a little appetizer before the main course.\"\n\nI pulled away from Ann-2 just long enough to reply, \"And it'll be just as delectable,\" before Ann-2 yanked me back in. Ann-1 moved up to fingering me as my own fingers slipped into Ann-2. Ann-1 lustfully growled, \"So fucking pretty for me,\" as Ann-2 moaned and squealed at my own affections. Eventually, neither I or Ann-2 could take it anymore and we climaxed together as we moved into each other for another kiss.\n\nAnn-1 took her fingers out and put them in my mouth the second Ann-2 and I stopped kissing. I savored the taste of myself as I followed suit and put my fingers in Ann-2's mouth. Ann-1 moved to rinse the last of the soap off of our bodies and turn off the water as she remarked, \"Well, now that we're all clean, let's go get dirty again.\"\n\nI held open the shower curtain for my lovers and grinned. \"Happy anniversary, girls.\"\n\nBoth Anns kissed me on the cheek and replied, \"Happy anniversary.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Stuck in a wall with my legs (and vulnerable bits) outside of it, ankles tied apart. But why am I here?
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"content": "The hole in the wall seemed the perfect way to sneak into the lord’s mansion undetected, and the thief hadn’t even considered it might be a trap until it was too late and she was stuck. That, however, wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the guards that found her, stripped her lower half, tied her legs opened, and stood around laughing and discussing her punishment. It was much as she expected until one said something that made her heart hammer in fear. “I’ll take her, but while I do why don’t you two see how ticklish those pretty feet of hers are? I like em squirmy.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The harem welcomes a new member!
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"content": "\"Aaaaand that's everything!\"\n\nSam dropped Octavia's collection of erotic literature by the bookshelf and wiped the sweat from her brow. Octavia and Aaron began shelving her books as she remarked, \"Thanks for the help. These tits aren't exactly functional when it comes to moving stuff.\"\n\n\"Hey, it's the least we could do,\" Aaron replied. \"Especially if it means keeping your melons from being crushed.\"\n\nSam grinned. \"Your sweater stretchers.\"\n\n\"Your executive assistants.\"\n\n\"Your gazongas.\"\n\n\"Your dobonhonkeros.\"\n\nOctavia broke down laughing and responded, \"I'm sorry, are you *trying* to make me uninterested in fucking you?\"\n\nAaron shrugged with a cheeky grin. \"Depends. Is it working?\"\n\nOctavia put her hand down Aaron's skirt and got a grip on his cock as she purred, \"Not even a little.\" Aaron and Octavia began kissing and caressing each other while they worked their clothes off of their body. Sam joined in as she called out, \"Everyone in the bedroom! We're giving Octavia the welcome ceremony!\"\n\nNat practically sprinted into the bedroom, her clothes hastily tossed to the side. As Nat tackled the three onto the bed, Marigold and Ashley entered next, followed by Isabel, and then finally Tara, who pulled off her pants as she said, \"Cole's down for his nap right now. I still say we should move his crib into our room.\"\n\nMarigold giggled as she took Tara's hand and helped her onto the bed. \"I felt the same way when Kate was born, honey. C'mere, lemme ease your tension.\" Marigold kissed Tara deeply and began massaging her clit. Tara melted into Marigold's affection as Sam joined in with an eager, \"Ooh, I wanna ease her tension too!\"\n\nOn the other side of the bed, Ashley and Nat were scissoring furiously as Octavia had her tits wrapped around Aaron's cock. She pumped her chest up and down as she said, \"You love this, don't you daddy? You love that these tits are perfectly sized to fit around your cock.\"\n\nAaron sighed happily. \"Yeah baby, I love that.\"\n\nOctavia smiled. \"Well then you're *really* gonna love this.\" With her tits still around Aaron's shaft, Octavia took his cock into her mouth as Isabel tilted Aaron's head back and clamped his face between her thighs. Aaron ate Isabel out with glee as Octavia bobbed up and down on his cock.\n\nThe lovers' orgasms synchronized as they cried out in ecstasy together. Octavia gulped down all of Aaron's cum before pulling her head off of his cock and getting back on the bed. \"So what, the welcome ceremony is just group sex?\"\n\nThe girls moved in around Octavia to snuggle her as Aaron replied, \"Group sex followed by a long lazy day of snuggles in bed.\"\n\nOctavia smiled as Marigold nuzzled into her back. \"Now you're talking.\"\n\nAaron kissed Octavia on the forehead and caressed her cheek. \"Welcome to the family, hon.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [OT] Should I be trying to publish?
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"content": "A few things to keep in mind:\n\nFinancial incentive often turns passion toxic.\n\nCommissions require considerably less pickiness than simply browsing a sub and choosing what you'd like to respond to.\n\nNeither of those are definitive reasons not to do something.\n\nIf you think you can overcome the issues and cultivate excitement all while making a decent profit, give it a try. If you're worried it'll corrode your passion and compromise your process, maybe be careful. The choice is up to you."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're playing a brand new, high-tech erotic virtual-reality online multiplayer game. Everything is so immersive and real to the touch, and all of the sudden, you're bombarded with requests to join up with other players and test out the more intimate mechanics of the game...
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"content": "\nVR Beta\n\nGabbie flew through the air laughing. The air rushed around her and the sun warmed her skin. She marveled at the absolute wonder of it. This new VR game was letting her fly through the air completely naked. She was surprised at the detail.\n\nThey even gave her the chance for a body scan. So this skin was an identical match to her own natural skin. The people in the city she was flying through looked up and it gave her a thrill. Then a request window materialized in front of her. \"Meet me at Cylo Park if you wanna be thrown first to help me try out the intimacy settings.\"\n\nShe reached out to accept the invite when a dozen more messages flooded her vision. Gabbie is such a people pleaser that she considered spending her day answering these very graphic requests when two dozen more covered her complete view and she smashed into the side of a skyscraper. She was going slow so her naked body just wetly smacked against the large window.\n\nWhile her naked body was pressed against the glass she got another dozen requests for debauchery. Then she notice the glass she was pressed against was a restaurant window.\n\nAfter sorting out her notifications settings she looked through the messages. In the end she chose to respond to the first one. He looked good sunning himself in the green meadow of the park. They didn't waste time on pleasantries or go anywhere private. \"Are you Gigadong212?\" Gabbie asked as she knelt down. \n\nHe didn't need to answer, it was obvious. Before he got out a greeting she was tastings his balls and stroking his cock. \"It's so life-like.\" She said between popping his balls and going for his shaft. When she stopped to get into a doggy position she noticed a crowd had formed. Some of them just watched. Some touched themselves, but others recorded.\n\nIt occurred to her that she was using her real face to have public sex in a very popular VR game, but that melted away when his cock slid into her. \"Fuck!\" She screamed. He must have altered his avatar because he felt even bigger. Then she opened her eyes and Gigadong212 was there waving his cock in her face. \n\nShe looked back to see some complete stranger gripping her hips and impaling her cunt. Then she just started blowing Giga and accepting that she was being spit roasted in public.\n\nShe spent her whole Sunday answering those kinds of messages and then she came across one that read. \"Gabbie, is that you getting DPed on a monument?\"\n\n\"Shit\" someone recognized her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She liked fucking her girlfriend, and she liked fucking guys, but what she liked best was having guys fuck her girlfriend. She especially liked giving them both "encouragement"....
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"content": "My girlfriend Marnie and I are pretty different. I guess you could say I’m the all-action type, what with my free climbing and half marathons, and Marnie...well, she’s more of a homebody. But don’t be deceived - it’s always the quiet ones you gotta watch. \r \n\r \nFridays, I go out and cruise the clubs, looking for a horny guy (or guys) who thinks he’s got lucky by sliding into my front seat. We may neck, he might get to run his hands up my thigh and play with my pussy a little, but fucking random guys? That’s not my thing. It’s Marnie’s. I’m happy to oblige her, because then I get to touch her in all of those places a man simply can’t manage, places only a girl has the compass for. Believe me, I’ve explored all over and my passport isn’t full yet. \r \n\r \nIt’s a little duplicitous, I know, but by the time they’ve clocked Marnie’s wavy blonde hair, those full lips and her figure, they ain’t much for backing out. Usually when I get back with a lucky customer, she’s lay there on the couch, her large, round tits barely contained in that sheer robe I got her for Christmas, a small wink of fabric just visible in that deep triangle where their eye naturally comes to rest as she adjusts a perfect set of long legs. \r \n\r \nThe guy we trapped in our naughty little web last week was a pumped mechanic called Kevin. I knew Marnie would love him, his deep tan contrasted by his simple white tee and his blue jeans. He had thick, powerful arms, and the cotton dipped and rose where it clung to his obviously sculpted abs. \r \n\r \n‘Hey,’ Marnie grinned, greeting me and Kevin by raising her wine glass a little. She pushed herself into a sitting position and crossed one thigh over the other. \r \n\r \n‘Your room-mate?’ Kevin asked, his eyes slightly agog at the Renaissance curves on display. \r \n\r \n‘My girlfriend,’ I corrected. At that, I crossed to the couch and sat beside Marnie, instantly sinking my tongue down her throat in a deep, erotic kiss. Marnie’s hand drifted along the curves of my breasts, and I undid her belt with my own, allowing those fabulous breasts to spill out. \r \n\r \nI turned back to Kevin, whose hands had flown to his crotch to cover his instant erection. ‘Marnie’s been lonely without me, Kevin. She’s been thinking about me *all night*. I can tell. Wanna know how?’ \r \n\r \nKevin nodded. \r \n\r \nI eased Marnie’s knees apart, displaying her damp crotch. Her panties were nothing but a wisp anyhow, and I could already smell the needy musk which so intoxicated me. \r \n\r \n‘I’d like to make it up to her somehow. You got any ideas?’ I went back to a dumbstruck Kevin, who I could swear had begun to drool. Unzipping his jeans, I snaked a hand inside and closed my hand around a hot, thick organ which was already throbbing for release. ‘This oughta do,’ I whispered. \r \n\r \nBefore she got fucked, Marnie loved to see me tease a man into thinking he was about to enjoy a threesome. We’ve had those, but what I enjoy about them most is to see the man plunging in and out of her delicious cunt. They never complain when we see them out of the door the next morning. \r \n\r \nTo that end, I pulled Kevin’s jeans further down his legs and dropped to my knees, taking his first two inches in my mouth. Kevin groaned deeply, enjoying my warm mantrap. I bobbed my head gently back and forth, every so often pulling away entirely and planting small pecks of my lips on the head. It was by now very swollen, and as I tugged a little at his foreskin, pre-cum leaked from the end and dribbled over my fingers. \r \n\r \nMarnie had pulled her panties to one side and was using two fingers to ream her slick hole, her sopping digits coaxing a dirty little orgasm from the sight of me making another stud ready to ride her into a divine climax while I watched, frigging myself in her eyeline. \r \n\r \n‘That looks hot as hell,’ I said, clutching Kevin’s cock. ‘You ready to get screwed, sweetie?’ \r \n\r \nMarnie groaned. ‘I thought you were never gonna ask.’ \r \n\r \nI let Kevin go and he almost tripped over himself in his eagerness to get to the blond goddess yanking her underwear to the floor. He immediately tilted Marnie onto her back and raised her left leg a little, before stooping and burying his face in her folds. He had no technique to speak of, but his stubble and his energetic tongue made Marnie writhe and wriggle, gasps of pleasure twinned with coy little giggles as somehow he pieced together enough tricks and flicks to have her almost pinwheeling. ‘Oh, oh!’ she gasped, clutching my free hand as Kevin lapped her sodden clam. ‘Where d’you find this guy?!’ \r \n\r \nMarnie bucked and her chest flushed, sexual energy flooding her coloring. I leaned over and kissed her, our tongues entwining; I felt her tense up as Kevin quickly penetrated her and then her body relax as her pussy remolded around his girth. We both raised our heads to see Kevin steady himself against the cushions and begin to fuck her with slow, hard strokes. \r \n\r \nI grasped one of Marnie’s nipples between my teeth and ground it, its diamond hardness overruling any pain it might have caused. Marnie sighed deliriously, her lover with a mouthful of her tits and her pussy clinging to every bump and ridge of this stranger’s cock. It made her unbelievably slick, her insides appreciating the rough, uncultured rhythm by drenching his rod with thick, sweet sex juices. \r \n\r \nI retreated in a daze, our hormones draping the room. The tips of my fingers were deep in my own oils as I watched. Kevin wrapped those thick forearms underneath Marnie’s frame, clutching her tight as he rammed his dick home a little faster with every passing moment. Marnie was absolutely lost, her blonde hair wild and splayed over the cushions of the couch, almost bent double underneath Kevin’s piston-like action, priming her for a monster climax. \r \n\r \nI saw the spark in Marnie’s eyes ignite. They closed, scrunching up tight as filthy groans ramped up in volume. She could hardly catch a breath as she ground her hips to meet his. I saw small ripples wash over her thighs and her feet tense, pushing against the end of the couch. She dug crimson nails into Kevin’s back, pounding a fist against his side, encouraging him to go harder, harder, and then she inhaled a huge breath, only to scream her orgasm right into Kevin’s ear: ‘Fuuuuuck! Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!’ \r \n\r \nKevin clutched her tighter, pushing her orgasm back along her pulsing walls. My girlfriend was now only a passenger on his express train, her climax spilling down her inner thighs to meet again in her asshole. I had moved myself to the end of the couch, desperate to watch, loving Kevin’s relentless prong slip-sliding in and out of Marnie’s swollen hole. \r \n\r \nInstinctively I reached up and lightly squeezed Kevin’s balls; his body jerked, and his buttocks clenched. The muscles of his back went rigid, made concrete by the surprise, soft touch of another, and he pushed forward, as deep as he could go, and grunted once, twice, before letting fly a gush of hot, salty cum deep inside the welcoming heat of my lover. As I watched the base of Marnie’s cum twitch, gulping down Kevin’s seed, my own delayed orgasm hit me, the warm atom bomb detonating just below my diaphragm and crackling all around my thighs and hips like a rubber band snapped back into place. My knees collapsed beneath me. As I lay on the floor, I watched Kevin pull his weapon free and smear some of their combined juices over the tidy fringe of hair above Marnie’s cunt. \r \n\r \nMarnie stretched out a hand again and I stroked it. She blew me a kiss, and I knew what came after Kevin stumbled out into the daylight was going to be better than whatever he could supply."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The cute Trans girl was disappointed that the college forced her to live in the guys dorm at first, but she didn't realize she would be this popular. Especially in the shower.
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"content": "\"What are you going to do?\" Chloe asked.\n\nDanni turned and locked eyes with her best friend, \"What choice do I have in the matter?\" She stretched, arching her back, jutting her breasts outward. She closed her eyes and shook her head then mumbled, \"Live in the dorm assigned, i guess.\"\n\n\"That's insane,\" Chloe said. \"They can't make you do that.\"\n\nDanni said, \"We'll see how it goes. I guess it all depends on my roommate, right? I mean, like, what are my choices, none. Either I live with the boys or I don't go at all.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Chloe mused, \"you could live under a bridge or something.\"\n\n\"Be serious,\" Danni said. \"Just where would I plug in a hair dryer, or are you saying I should shave my head?\"\n\nChloe mischievously grinned, \"Your carpets would match the drapes.\"\n\n\"What carpet?\"\n\n\"Exactly.\"\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nThe policy for moving-in day at the dorm allowed for women on the floor, mothers, sisters, and such. The building was a \"U\" shaped floor plan with the girls on the northside and the boys separated by a locked door on the southside. The bathrooms were in the outside corners of the building, elevators in the inner corners, and with rooms up and down each bend of the hallway. Danni didn't get any second looks carrying in the microwave, or her pink suitcases. She spent the evening eating nuked ramen noodles behind her locked door and then going to bed with white noise playing through her airpods to ignore the ruckus in the hallway. \n\nWaking up in a new place was as disconcerting to her as anyone else. She ran a brush through her hair before peeking out of her door into the empty hallway. She eased around the corner, looking down the hallway, seeing it empty, dashed across into the bathroom. She held still holding her breath, and listened to the stillness of the tiled space as the door slowly hissed closed. The Shower stalls were divided into two cubicles with curtains for doors. The first cubicles had a dressing bench she sat her clothes for the day on before taking off her robe and towel, panties and bra followed suit. There was a shower moment thinking through her process, and she realized that it was cumbersome to carry Everything with her. It was either dress, then shower, or shower then dress in her room. The next day she tried dressing for the day, then walking to the shower. \n\nFriday night seemed too quiet in the lobby, and when she laid down for bed. The cafeteria was almost empty for each of the Saturday meals. Nobody was on campus. Sunday morning she walked with confidence down the hall in a towel under her bathrobe to the showers. What really made a change of mind for her was the added time to choose the day's outfit after she got back to her room. Gone was the madding rush to grab something, anything that would cover her, before she really got going for the day. Monday, She went to the showers early enough that no one was up moving, again, but she went in her towel and robe.\n\nThe guys in the hall, on her way out, either stopped and looked at her as she passed them, or smiled and kept going. They all knew she was living there. Wednesday night, there was a knock on her door. She ignored the first three sets of knocks. She opened the door in the middle of the forth set. A guy in a red polo golf shirt and khaki pants pushed past her. \n\n\"Where's Carl and Daniel?\" he said turning to look at her.\n\n\"Who the hell are you?\" She demanded in return.\n\n\"I'm the Resident Assistant, Bob. Now, Who are you and where are the guys assigned to this room?\"\n\nDani said pointing to the name card on the welcome packet on the other desk, \"Carl never showed up.\" She waved at her side of the room sweeping across the microwave on the desk, the poster of a tree with pink blooms on a rolling green knob of grass against the reddish and yellow hues of a late setting sun. \"I'm Daniela, or Danni, not Daniel.\"\n\n\"You're on the wrong side of the hall,\" He said as she moved to open her book bag.\n\n\"I get that all the time,\" she said pulling out a piece of paper. \"Here's my Birth certificate, Daniel Roger Mckaye.\" She handed it to him and pulled out her driver's licence from her wallet that was buried in her backpack as well. \"Here,\" she said thrusting the bit of plastic at him, \"and\" she went digging in her bag again. \"Here's the court documents for my name change.\" A crowd of her floormates were gathering outside of her doorway, watching."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The nerd girl and the jock guy have to do a science project together in college. How long until she's on her knees?
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"content": "\"Aw, come on, you're not even a little bit interested?\"\n\nI looked up from my notes and fought off the urge to throw a microscope at Carter's head as I replied, \"No the fuck I am not. I don't sleep with guys who are already in relationships.\"\n\nCarter scoffed. \"Listen, Dana--\"\n\n\"It's Diana.\"\n\n\"Whatever. You're probably never gonna get another chance like this again, and what Maddie doesn't know won't hurt her. So what's the harm?\"\n\nI closed my notebook hard enough that it made a snapping noise and faced Carter. \"First of all, your toothpick-sized cock isn't nearly as hot a commodity as you make it out to be, so lose the confidence. Second of all, we are currently working on a project that studies the movement and gestation habits of viruses, so 'what you don't know won't hurt you' is the *worst* possible argument you could be making right now.\"\n\nCarter rolled his eyes as the door to the lab opened up. Maddie strolled in and wrapped her arms around Carter as she happily remarked, \"Hey baby!\"\n\nCarter grinned. \"Hey babe. I texted you like half an hour ago, why didn't you respond?\"\n\nMaddie went wide eyed and started digging through her purse. \"No no no, FUCK! I left my phone in my apartment!\"\n\nCarter sat up and went over to the door as he said, \"No sweat, I've still got my spare key! I'll get it for you!\"\n\nAs the door shut and Carter's footsteps got more distant, I looked at Maddie and asked, \"Is everything ready?\"\n\nMaddie grinned. \"Yep! Got the display set up, complete with a photo of us after one of our... extracurriculars. On that note...\" Maddie ran her hand along my chest and purred, \"You up for it?\"\n\n\"Always.\" Maddie giggled as I pulled her in and kissed her deeply. I lifted her up and put her on the table as I climbed up on top of her with my hand under her shirt. I pulled away to breathe and get in a chuckle, prompting Maddie to ask, \"What's so funny?\"\n\n\"Just thinking about how Carter tried to talk me into fucking him, and I said I don't sleep with guys who are already in relationships.\"\n\nMaddie smirked as she squeezed my ass. \"He *really* missed the point of that statement.\"\n\n\"Yes. Yes he did. Now hush, princess, I'm working my magic.\"\n\nI slipped my hand down Maddie's skirt as Maddie mewled, \"Yes mommy.\" I began massaging her clit tenderly as I purred, \"No panties? Well, aren't you a naughty little slut today!\"\n\nMaddie squeaked with delight as I inserted a finger into her pussy. \"I'm your naughty little slut, mommy!\"\n\nI started fingering Maddie with slowly increasing intensity, getting faster steadily to ensure she'd be losing feeling in her legs by the time we finished. Maddie squirmed and writhed under my touch, and only got more restless as I nipped at her neck. Once her breathing started getting faster, I stopped my hand altogether and whispered in Maddie's ear, \"Be a lamb and hold up your skirt, won't you?\"\n\nMaddie nodded and lifted up her skirt, exposing her already-soaked pussy. One quick position adjustment later, I was eating Maddie out like a hungry lioness at an antelope buffet. Maddie moaned and cried out in ecstasy as she kept holding onto her skirt and wrapped her legs around my head, desperate to keep the feeling going. Halfway through, I heard Maddie's skirt rip, and made a note to go shopping with her sometime to get her a new one.\n\nWith a tremendous cry, Maddie hit her limit and overwhelmed my senses with her orgasm. I savored every last bit of the sweet taste that had flooded my mouth as Maddie's leg lock on my head loosened. I laid down next to Maddie and held her against my chest as she quietly said, \"You owe me a new skirt.\"\n\nI chuckled. \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\nSuddenly, Maddie's ringtone of Positive Contact by Deltron 3030 cut through our rest. Maddie pulled her phone from the secret pocket on her purse and put it on speakerphone. \"Go for Maddie.\"\n\nCarter's voice came through the other end with a livid, \"WHY IS THERE A DISPLAY IN YOUR APARTMENT WITH A PICTURE OF YOU FUCKING DANA?!?!\"\n\nI bit back a sadistic cackle as Maddie answered, \"It's Diana, numb nuts. And I'm surprised you're not focusing on the big message that's on the display in question.\"\n\n\"YOU CAN'T JUST BREAK UP WITH ME--\"\n\n\"See, here's the thing: I can, and I just did. Next time, don't be a two-timing shitheel. And get your crap outta my apartment, will you? My roommate is around if you need help or a good reason not to try and use this opportunity to trash my place.\"\n\nMaddie hung up as I remarked, \"I just realized, he went all the way to your apartment thinking your phone was still there, but called you the instant he saw the display.\"\n\nMaddie sighed. \"That boy's got sand for brains.\" Maddie nuzzled into me and happily added, \"Unlike my mommy!\"\n\nI smiled and kissed Maddie's cheek. \"Quite unlike me indeed, princess.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A callgirl was worried, when her client turned out to be a nerd she used to bully. Surprisingly though, things turn out not only more wholesome, but more fun than either of them expected...
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"content": "\\[A/N\\] So, with a lot of works that get away from me, this one turned out to be heavy on talking, light on sex. Skip to the third comment if you're just here for sexytimes.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Hello, Mister Barlowe,\" Madison sauntered into the hotel room in her little black dress, shrugging a strap off each shoulder as she went, \"My name's Tiffany, and I'm just dying to show you a good-\"\n\n\"Wait, Madison Ford?\"\n\nA wave of recognition hit them both.\n\n\"Shit, Liam Barlowe?\" As she pulled her dress back on, Madison had the presence of mind to look embarrassed. Should she try to play it off? No, she'd already called him Liam, and he never gave his first name.\n\nThis was her exact fucking nightmare. The nightmare where her parents and friends from school all find out about what she does for a living, and they call her down to the 10-year reunion as entertainment, and she's got to be the school slut even after graduating!\n\n\"Motherfucker,\" she whispered under her breath. Then awkwardly, she added, \"Hi, Liam.\"\n\nThe silence dragged on longer than either of them intended.\n\nLiam had grown into himself. It shouldn't have shocked her that Liam had changed since graduation, but Madison had trouble imagining him as anything other than the little 5-foot-nothing string bean her boyfriend had once dangled off the second floor balcony by his underwear.\n\nMadison, she knew, had changed as well. She'd carefully tracked her progress from C-Cup to D, and had let her hair go from platinum blonde to its natural brunette.\n\n\"You look... good,\" Liam said awkwardly.\n\nMadison scoffed, \"Like you'd know,\" with a wince, she recognized her mother's tone. Her expression softened, \"Sorry, that was... out of line.\"\n\n\"It's... it's fine. I'm sorry I didn't dress up,\" Liam pulled at his t-shirt and jeans, \"I wasn't sure what I should wear for this.\"\n\n\"You're fine,\" Madison shrugged, \"I'm guessing you've never done this before, then.\"\n\nLiam nodded. \"Do you want a smoke?\"\n\n\"God, yes!\"\n\nMadison found her way out to the hotel balcony, and let Liam light up one of the cigarettes she kept in her purse.\n\n\"So...\" Liam lit up his own cigarette, \"How did you end up doing this?\"\n\nRolling her eyes, Madison blew out a puff of smoke, switched to a happy-go-lucky valley girl accent she called Tiffany Dumbslut in her head.\n\n\"Well gee,\" she said, \"I've always been, like, super into modelling, y'know? So I did a whole bunch of nude shoots at the start of the year, and then all of a sudden I got a call from the Midnight Rendezvous^(TM) Agency! And, like you know I've only had sex like three times, but they offered me really good money, and were willing to work around my college classes, so like how could I refuse?\"\n\nMadison kept the vacant, frozen smile on her face as she made a finger-gun with her smoking hand, then shot herself in the temple.\n\nAs Madison stuck out her tongue, dead, Liam couldn't help but smile, \"But really though?\"\n\nMadison groaned, \"Truth is, acting is actually really hard. Turns out a lot of girls who were the hottest in their highschool also want to get into the business, and there's only so many roles to go around. So, waitressing part-time turned into waitressing full-time, turned into waitressing at a strip club, turned into dancing at a strip club, turned into giving handies in the parking lot, turned into...\" she stuck her tongue in her cheek and mimed a blowjob.\n\n\"... Sorry,\" Liam muttered.\n\n\"What about you?\" Madison took a deep pull, \"What are you doing with your life?\"\n\nLiam breathed a puff of smoke, \"Well it turns out every guy who was the smartest in their highschool also wants to go into theoretical physics,\" they shared a bitter laugh, \"so I wound up in accounting.\"\n\n\"Is that why you're here?\" Madison wondered, eager to change the subject from her fall from high school royalty, \"Do they have, like... accounting conferences or something?\"\n\nLiam stared at the tip of his cigarette a moment, \"This was actually my anniversary gift to my girlfriend.\"\n\n\"... ah.\" Madison tried to suppress a guilty little thrill that she wasn't the only one with a sad story, \"I'm guessing since I'm here it didn't go well?\"\n\nLiam shook his head. \"I probably shouldn't have called. I just spent all of last night masturbating to cable porn, and I didn't want to be alone!\"\n\n\"What happened?\"\n\nLiam shrugged, \"She just broke up with me. Said she didn't feel the spark anymore, and it would be cruel of her to spend a whole two weeks of vacation knowing she was going to break up with me afterwards.\"\n\n\"How compassionate,\" Madison said with a sneer.\n\nTurning towards the night city, Liam muttered, \"More compassionate than leaving someone alone on prom night.\"\n\nMadison almost choked on her cigarette. Visions of prom night flashed in front of her. Renting an SUV limo with her dad's money, piling in with the rest of the cheer squad and their boyfriends, then flipping off the prom as they sped by to go clubbing, speeding by Liam as he waited, flowers in hand.\"\n\n\"I'd forgotten about that,\" Madison felt her cheeks burning, and turned away from Liam so he wouldn't see.\n\n*I've fucked men my father's age,* she thought to herself, *I've had my tits and ass out for people I would've crossed the street to avoid, and I've gone down on ten guys at once and begged for the privilege. How the hell is this my most embarrassing moment?*\n\n\"That was... shitty of me,\" Madison relented. Liam just shrugged in response. \"For what it's worth, my friends dared me to do it. We all had... guys who thought they were our dates.\"\n\n\"You're right, that is shitty.\" it was almost a whisper.\n\nLooking up at the gibbous moon, Maidson mused, \"It all seemed so important back then, huh? Being popular, I mean. It was all we thought about. I felt like... if I didn't tow the line, if I didn't fit in, I wouldn't be anything at all.\"\n\n\"I wouldn't know,\" said Liam, \"I didn't really fit in back then.\"\n\n\"Was that supposed to hurt me? Because if so, great job!\"\n\nLiam didn't answer.\n\n\"Did I ever...\" Madison tried to turn back to face Liam, but couldn't, \"apologize for doing that?\" Liam shook his head, \"Would it be completely condescending of me if I did?\" he didn't answer.\n\nMadison turned, and found Liam looking back at her, no hate in his eyes. She could have dealt with hate, she could have just let him fuck her and be out of here if hate was all he had, but the bastard just had this confused look on his face, like he had still, after all these years, only ever imagined apologizing to her.\n\n\"... I'm sorry,\" she put a hand on his arm, and to her pleasant surprise, he didn't pull away.\n\n\"You'd think I would have clued in after all those times,\" Liam took another pull of his rapidly shrinking cigarette.\n\n\"Oh, my god!\" Madison laughed, turned to wipe hot tears out of her eyes, \"I am such a bitch! How many times did it happen, again?\"\n\n\"Four. You left me hanging four times.\"\n\n\"Fuck! Really?\"\n\n\"Homecoming and prom, Junior and Senior year. I fell for it every time.\"\n\n\"Well, I actually feel less bad about it now, because you really should have caught on.\"\n\nIn spite of themselves, they both laughed. Easily, freely, like old friends."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You hear one of your party members screaming. You see her surrounded by two orcs, who….say they love her??? and are making love to her???? whaaaaa???
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"content": "\"I definitely was not expecting this today.\"\n\nRiver and I kneeled behind the bush, watching our cleric Ingrid whimper and mewl as the two burly orcs kissed her cheeks and rubbed their veiny cocks against her belly. Ingrid closed her eyes and let out a melodramatic cry of, \"Noooo! Please don't take your big, throbbing manhoods and stick them inside of me!\"\n\nThe orc on the left cackled and responded, \"Foolish human! All you've done is give us ideas on what to do with your lovely body. Shall we, Kurr?\"\n\nKurr chuckled as he felt up Ingrid's breasts. \"Yes we shall, Knull.\" Wasting no time at all, Kurr jammed his cock into Ingrid's mouth as Knull speared into her from behind. As Ingrid's cries were muffled by Kurr hitting the back of her throat, I pulled my dagger and prepared to put a stop to this. Suddenly, Kurr called out, \"I know you're there. You've nothing to fear, I assure you. Please, show yourselves so that we might have a civilized conversation.\"\n\nI looked at River with a confused look, who shrugged and said, \"What do we have to lose, right?\" River and I stepped out from behind the bush and walked up to the orcs, who continued double teaming Ingrid unbothered. Knull stuck his hand out with a tusked grin and said, \"Pleasure to meet you! You must be River and Sarina. Ingrid has told us much about you.\"\n\nRiver shook Knull's hand as I asked, \"So you're...*not* assaulting Ingrid here?\"\n\nKurr laughed heartily. \"Gods above, no! Ingrid is our oldest friend, and the two of us have had a casual relationship for years now. She likes it when we play the old 'damsel and the barbaric orc' routine.\"\n\nKnull nodded. \"Yes, yes, it's all in good fun. Anyway, sorry we didn't have a proper introduction.\"\n\nI tried not to look down at Ingrid as I replied, \"It's cool, I get it. When you want to catch up with old friends, you want to catch up, right?\"\n\nKurr laughed heartily for a bit before letting out a long moan as he and Knull blew their loads inside Ingrid. As the pair let the poor girl breathe, Ingrid wiped the sweat off her brow and happily remarked, \"Sorry about that! But yeah, these are my friends Kurr and Knull.\"\n\nKnull put his loincloth back on and said, \"You're quite understanding about all this.\"\n\nRiver shrugged. \"We met at a dragon's hoard, so we're no stranger to weird pairings.\"\n\n\"What'd the dragon hoard exactly?\"\n\n\"Women.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A ship's science officer allows herself to be exposed to the aphrodisiac pollen of an alien flower... For science, of course.
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"content": "Doctor Alia Moon sat in the medical bay of the starship, her fingers tapping on the console as she worked tirelessly on different vaccines while she recorded her log.\n\n\n\"Chief Medical Officer's log, Stardate 44374.2. The crew of the USS Horizon has been infected with an alien virus. The symptoms are unusual, causing everyone in the entire crew to fall unconscious. I am the only one who has not been affected for reasons still unknown to me, and I am currently working to find a cure.”\n\n\nAlia took a breath.\n\n\n“Computer pause recording,\" she said.\n\n\n“Recording paused.”\n\n\nAlia stood from her work station and looked up at the rows of beds filled with her unconscious crewmates. The ship’s sickbay was eerily quiet, with only the hum of the ship’s engines and the soft beeps of the medical equipment filling the air.\n\n\n“I wish you were awake Sussuk,” she said to her vulcan nurse who was passed out in bay 4, “I could really use that logic right now. Computer resume recording.”\n\n\nThe computer sounded an acknowledging beep.\n\n\n\"I have isolated the virus and I am running tests to determine its properties. It appears to be highly contagious, spreading rapidly throughout the ship’s ventilation system. For some reason the biofilters can’t detect it or screen for it. I tried to implement quarantine protocols to prevent further spread of the virus but by the time I realized what was happening, it was too late.\"\n\n\nShe looked up and around at the omnipotent computer wondering who might hear this recording.\n\n\n\"I fear that time is running out. I have reached out to any other Federation starships but the closest is still four days away. If I don’t find a cure soon, nobody is going to survive this.\"\n\n\nAlia sighed and leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting to the unconscious Captain who was first to fall ill.\n\n\n\"I’m sorry Danny,\" she said. “You trusted me… and if I fail you–I’ll never forgive myself.”\n\n\nShe closed her eyes briefly, then straightened up and finished her recording.\n\n\n\"End log.\"\n\n\nFor twenty hours she worked tirelessly trying to find out why she was immune and how she could exploit that to save her crew. And for twenty hours she failed. Eventually she got up and walked for the tenth time to the replicator.\n\n\n“Coffee, hot.”\n\n\nThe cup materialized in the replicator and she walked back to her office and was astonished by what she saw. On the screen, the word, ‘match,’ blinked over and over. She dropped the coffee and ran over.\n\n\n“Oh my god,” she thought and ran out of the sick bay and through the corridors of the ship until she ended up at her quarters. In her quarters she found on display a gift from her late husband. It was a Lumino from Xorba 7. The Lumino was a fascinating flowering plant with luminescence properties. Its stem was tall and slender, growing up to a half a meter in height, and it was covered in fine, iridescent hairs that shimmered only when the lights went out. The flower's petals were a beautiful shade of deep purple and blue with hints of green. But what the Lumino was known for was its aphrodisiac qualities. On Xorba 7 it was part of the mating ritual to place one of the plants near the marital bed. The scent caused arousal to the point that two lovers could mate again and again ensuring a child would be conceived.\n\n\nThe effects were much more subdued in humans but not unnoticeable. Sometimes Alia would strip down to nothing, lock the door, and gently stroke her clit while sitting in the dark. The only light coming from Lumino. She thought of Paul. She thought of the day they met at the Academy. THe day they met for the second time onboard the Horizon. The day they had their first date, their first kiss, the day they were married. Then if she hadn’t come yet, she’d remember the day Danny came to her quarters and told her the bad news. That been a year ago. A long time in space. But not a long time in the heart. She wept then and she wept sitting there in her quarters naked.\n\n\nWhen she arrived in sickbay she put the plant on the observation table. She ran test after test. She took vials of her blood and samples from the plant when she realized, it wasn't the plant alone that was the cure. It was what the plant did in her blood. WIth the right dose of enzymes from the planet, her blood was the vaccine. But there wasn't enough. What was she missing? She didn’t know.\n\n\nAs she worked she realized that two things had happened. Her blood samples were becoming a more powerful vaccine and she was getting more and more wet. The lips of her pussy felt so sensitive under her tight uniform. Her clit begged to be stroked. She thought about Paul and got wetter still.\n\n\n“That’s the connection,” she said to herself. “I don’t just have to exposed for this to work, i gotta be turned on.”\n\n\nAlia sighed.\n\n\n“You sure know how to pick them, don’t you paul. But how am I–Computer.”\n\nThe computer sounded an acknowledging beep.\n\n\n“Start program Paul 12 in holodeck 3.”\n\n\n“Unable to comply, Medical protocols in effect. Holodeck systems are offline.”\n\n\n“Jesus Christ,” she said exasperatedly. “Computer, override Medical protocols, alpha, alpha, zulu, charlie.”\n\n\n“Override complete,” said the computer.\n\n\n“Now for God’s sake,” she said, “Start program Paul 12 in holodeck 3.”\n\n\nThe computer sounded an acknowledging beep.\n\n\nAlia grabbed the plant and again traveled. This time towards Holodeck 3. During the third month of weekly visits to the ship’s counselor, a Klingon name Grox, she had recommended Alia that she try saying goodbye to Paul in the holodeck. SInce the accident on the away mission that killed Paul had completely disintegrated him, Grox felt that the reason Alia couldn’t get closure was because she had no-body to say goodbye to. Alia took the suggestion and ran with it. For months after, she was in that holodeck 3 times a week making love to her dead husband. That’s not really what Grox had in mind, but she didn’t discourage it either. So when Alia made it into the holodeck she was not surprised to see her husband at their first Apartment at Jupitor station."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were perhaps a little too eager to see everything your new sexbot can do. With so many commands, features, and requests qued they've frozen, and now you're stuck in their lovely mercy until they get through them all or you figure out how to turn them off.
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"content": "`Pending 4th Procedure... Begin.`\n\nMy robot was everything I had dreamed of. Every feature you could imagine, from buzzing limbs to amazing gel applications. I couldn't have asked for more! The best part was the sheer amount of settings. From manual control and command listening, to precision procedures and free reign this AI had it all! \n\nNaturally, the first thing I did was play around with it. Installed batteries, flipped a few switches, follow the confusing instructions, all easy stuff. Then it was all set and ready, and boy did I go through with playing around! But ah, well... \n\nThat's where I hit a bit of a bump. Turns out the system wasn't designed to mix and match very well, and especially not to button mash which is a rather glaring design omission if you ask me. So now I'm here, and this thing is-\n\n`initiating aphrodisiac injection`\n\n...\n\nUh-oh.\n\nThe robot leaps forwards, raising its silvered arm into the air and plunging downwards, its index finger pointed outwards. It pokes the man in his chest, delivering a shot of powerful drugs into his system. \n\n`Carrier injected. Standby. . . Complete. The carrier will produce approximately 50,000 viruses in your system that will raise oxytocin levels for the duration of their life. This can be between 1 and 5 hours. Please refrain from taking antivirals during this time, as it may disrupt the process.`\n\nThe man clutches his bedsheets, biting his lip as the viral dose quickly distributed itself through his system. A thick red blush appeared on his cheeks. His cock gave a lonely throb through his underwear. Despite it having fit not so long ago, the fabric now strains against his massive bulge.\n\n`Procedure 5 initiating. Blowjob pattern 183. Begin.`\n\nThe robot moves swiftly, using its arms to push apart the man's legs. He looks at the robot, his eyes almost begging for it's technique to be used. Of course, the robot cannot help but oblige, mechanically taking the cock in its grip and bringing it's mouth close. Perfectly calibrated lubricant drips onto his length, as a warm tongue reaches downward.\n\nIt suddenly pushes downwards, taking his whole length into it's mouth. A slight vacuum creates a moment of suction as it's tongue begins to work away, delivering a flawlessly tailored experience to him. His cock was approximately throbbing. \n\nEvery sensitive area was precisely found and abused, the tiny motions focusing on a dozen areas at the same time while the formulated saliva produced a slight tingle against his skin. His balls twitched, begging for an oncoming release. Every nerve devoted itself to pleasure as the affair continued, begging, demanding his finish. \n\nAnd so he did. \n\nHis hands ball into fists, holding the sheets tight as he lets out a long groan. Cascading waves of pleasure flow through him. The precise stimulation continues, delivering a painfully precise experience to him as he shot semen into the robot's mouth. \n\n`Procedure Complete. Entering procedure 6. . . Begin.`\n\nThe man hardly had a moment to breathe, before it's next goal began... \n\n\nThank you for reading! Any feedback or comments are greatly appreciated :) If you want a part 2, let me know!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Now returning to the countryside after 10 years, the next door beauty is now a divorced MILF with two college daughters, with all of them now greatly interested in you, and are happy to share if it means getting you in bed with them.
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"content": "Waking up, I find myself surrounded by two women, both my neighbor’s daughters, and seeing a note on the nightstand next to the bed. Sliding out from the two cuddling me, I walk up and read the note.\n\n —Dear, Y/N\n\nYou may not remember last night, don’t worry, it is just a side effect of the stuff we used last night. But to recap. Me and my daughters had came back away from my abusive husband’s family and him, and reclaimed the house I had you hold onto when we left. After a few weeks of moving in and greeting neighbors, you had offered us help if we needed any. Yesterday we had taken you up on that. Because of my lustful nature, my daughters inherited it. And in doing so, we needed to relieve ourselves now and again. Toys are one thing, but real, meaty, thick cocks are another. So we asked you over to spend time for dinner and to socialize, before asking you to stay the night, maybe bed one of my daughters. Unknowingly, you found your way into the secret room in the middle of the night and drank a vial of concentrated lust. So with our lust and your newly formed lust, we had our way all night. If you wish to continue this, we will always be here.\n\n———Love, Marrigold\n\n\n—————————\n\nPart Two? Or maybe one of y’all can follow up?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompts starring some modern-time princess
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"content": "A princess is foiled time and time again to get some \"alone time\" to herself because her bodyguard/handmaiden refuses to let her be left unattended. So she decides that if they're that dedicated, then they can just watch her while she gets herself off. And after so much time without, she's pulling out all the stops and as many of the toys as she can handle. \n\nMaybe they join in or offer commentary, maybe there's porn on, maybe the princess wanted this from the start? Up to you!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] incest plus fantasy
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"content": "A young man adventurer begins his journey with a travelling companion, his mother! She is a sexy Barbarian and he is a squishy wizard, then one day she got hit by the curse of no clothes and now he doesn't know how to hide his erection or what his mother will do if she finds out how aroused he is at her sweaty, barbarian nudity.\n\nA brother and sister tag team find themselves exploring a dungeon worshiping a cult of a dark god. The dark god is one of pleasure and after encountering the cultists, things go south and two find themselves caught in a spell of endless pleasure and corruption. What is more corrupt then a brother impregnating his sister?\n\nTwo Elven sisters have to seduce a lord, but the only way to do so is to engage in a threesome. Cue awkward kissing and fucking of both sisters and they try to find an opening to steal or assassinate this lord."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A trunk story. Whether you thought it up and have no prompt to put it on or it didn't get traction when you did post it.
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"content": "*A Trunk Story*\n\nIt started life in the late 1800s, carrying a wealthy man's furnishings from New York to San Francisco, aboard a steam liner going through the newly finished Panama Canal. \n\nUnfortunately, it wasn't sealed properly at the time, and when the man reached his destination, he found his furnishings to be in frightful condition. The man frothed, demanding a refund, citing the guarantee made by the Gaunt Company. \n\nAfter being scorned by it's first owner, it sagged slightly at its seams. However, after a bit of refurbishing and some well-placed brass tacks, it was ready to try again. \n\nThis time, it was bought by a traveling salesman who needed something sturdy in which to keep his wares. And for this, it was well-suited for the job. Ten years passed, and it became covered in stickers from all the places it had seen. Truly, it had been everywhere that it could be, at the time. \n\nBut, life on the road isn't easy, and after ten years, it was ready for more of a quiet life. The salesman sold it to a farmer, who filled it with sentimental treasures; photographs of his children and grandchildren; the winning baseball from the final game of the season, signed by every kid on the team; the vinyl records and phonographs of yesteryear; all these and more were safely tucked and secured in its spaces. \n\nThus, it sat in an attic for years, content with holding things of such high value. \n\nThen one day, a grandchild of the grandchild opened it. It creaked and popped, warning the young one to be very careful with it's old hinges, and to be even more careful with the treasures contained therein. Thankfully, the child was a respectful one, and he heeded its warning, carefully removing, then carrying away one of the photographs. \n\nWith its lid open it could hear the child in the distance. \"Grandfather? Why does this old picture look like it's me?\"\n\nAfter a minute, the family gathered around it, looking at its treasures. The elderly grandfather dusted it off, and the father brought oil for its hinges. The family then brought it down from the attic and placed it in the living room. Its photographs were viewed, its phonographs were heard, and its other treasures were treasured. \n\nAnd the trunk was happy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What do you mean there's a titty club (or cult) and they're searching for young busty women to be made idols?! You can't just restrain me & put my breasts open for strangers to worship!
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"content": "\"Thank you participating in our survey, we have all the data we need. Please submit your address so we can mail you your results.\"\n\n\"Will do Doctor, thank you.\" \n\nFrancesca hung up the phone as she typed in her address and submitted her survey. Her doctor had asked her to participate due to her \"proportions\", asking her questions about her back pain, any spine issues, and setting up a mammogram. When Francesca was a kid, she had started to develop breast really early. In the 7th grade, she already had C cups. When she graduated high school, she was rocking a set of F cups. \n\nEverywhere she went, she could feel eyes staring at her. She had large tits and she loved to flaunt, she could feel the jealousy of women and the list of men as she walked by. She was addicted to the attention. Her favorite pics to post online were her bikini pics of her on vacation, she always racked up a massive number of likes.\n\nHer motto, let them look, it's all they'll get.\n\nMen bored her, she loved the attention but after awhile, she would grow tired and leave them. She never felt like they were worth her time.\n\nOne week later.\n\nFrancesca returned home after a night at the club to a dark apartment. She hit the light switch to reveal a group of men all dressed in black had been waiting for her. Before she could scream, she was grabbed from behind, fabric was shoved in her throat and taped shut. A tight collar was placed in her neck orecenting her from taking deep breaths and screaming. Her arms and legs were bound in multiple places with zipties. Her arms were secured at her elbows and wrists and her legs were tied at the knees and ankles. One of them had placed a blindfold on her as well.\n\nShe struggled the best she could but the men had a tight group on her as she couldn't see but feel them lower her into a cold plastic box. She could feel the panic set in. Trying to move any limb or scream only for the collar to press tightly against her. She could feel them put her box in a car and the car sped off. It felt like the car drove around for hours, she could feel the bumps in the road. Being bound and blind disorients your sense of time.\n\nThe car eventually came to a stop and she could feel the box being loaded and taken down a flight of stairs. She was dumped out on a bed and left there. She sat there for hours, not given any water or food. Out of sheer exhaustion, she passed out.\n\nFrancesca awoke to hooded figures massaging her breasts with oil. She attempted to slap away their arms only to find herself restrained. She was tied to a large X, a limb on each post. She could see decorative filagree but couldnt make out any particular design. She had been stripped completely naked. Not only were here massive breasts exposed but also her vagina which had been cleanly shaven in her sleep.\n\nThe tape on her mouth was replaced with a more decorative gag. She felt the gag extend to the back of her throat but with a small hole so she could breath through it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He has a hypnosis app that turns his roommate into a horny sub desperate for his cock. For her part, she *pretends* not to remember what happens when he uses it...
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"content": "A soft groan escaped from Kate's throat. Her toes curled as warm tingles spread across her body. It was better than when she ate Joey's gooey s'mores last night. Her soft lips slid down his shaft. A wave of pleasure crashed over her glistening body with each passing.\n\nSucking and slurping.\n\n\"I'm glad my new hypnosis app is working,\" said Joey. \"I think I like this new you.\"\n\nNew? Kate shifted her arm to her right tit. Fuck. Big mistake. Both figuratively and literally. She squirmed when her delicate fingers tweaked her nipple. Her chest was more sensitive than ever, and judging by how her hand groped the handful of tit, they had grown two sizes. She was still hazy from sucking her roommate's dick from last night, but she could slightly remember him typing on his phone.\n\n\"Huh?\" Kate asked, pulling the flesh away from her lips so that she could speak. \"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"My bad, that was probably too fast for your bimbo brain,\" he said, his voice oozing with sarcasm. A flash of confusion bounced off Kate's face, but she decided against saying anything. He backed up and lifted Kate to her feet. \"Let me show you what I mean.\"\n\nThe confused look on her face must have convinced Joey that she was indeed a bimbo. To his credit, Katy was thrown off about what was happening, just not for the reasons he thought. No point in trying to ponder when Joey was right here waiting to spill all of his secrets. Katy went to scratch herself down below, but her hand found a buzzing dildo mounted on her pussy and ass. A warm chill rocked her body as she followed.\n\nArriving at his messy room (Lord knows how often she had told him to clean his room), Joey slumped on his chair and spun to his monitors. Not finding any clean spot to sit her dirty ass down, Kate opted to stand by his side as spirals filled the three monitors. \"Just a safety precaution,\" Joey said. \"Can't have you freaking out, Katy.\"\n\nIdiot. Doesn't he know mind control doesn't exist? Annoyed at the nickname, Kate rolled her eyes and stared blankly at the screen.\n\n\"How do you feel?\" asked Joey.\n\n\"Um, horny.\"\n\n\"Horny what?\"\n\n\"Oh, horny, sir.\"\n\nThis is the type of game they were playing. Fine. Kate twisted her arms together, and her voluptuous breasts squeezed between them. \"Horny, master. I'm sowwy that my dumb brain couldn't get it right the first time.\"\n\nA toothy grin ripped into Joey's face as he spun around. \"That's more like it. Master Joey. I am a fucking god!\"\n\nWhatever. She continued with a high pitch voice, \"So, what's with the screens?\"\n\nComing over from his laughter, Joey wiped a tear from his eye. \"In a second, I've always wanted to do this. Get down on your knees and bark like a dog.\"\n\nKate sighed but did what she was told. Putting her hands before her, she barked, \"Arf, arf, arf!\" Maybe it was the dildo worming inside her, but barking felt surprisingly good.\n\n\"Great, hop on one foot.\"\n\nKate rose up, her chest jiggling, and began to bounce. Her breasts heaved with each bounce, capturing Joey's eyes as he followed. The movement would have ached if it didn't feel so good.\n\n\"Alright, now say you're a cumduster slut.\"\n\nKate stopped. She wanted to say a snarky remark along the lines of 'You're a cumduster slut', but she didn't want to risk the pleasure going away. She'll have to figure this out later. \"I'm a cumduster slut.\" God, did that feel good to admit that.\n\n\"You damn right.\" He opened some tabs from the hypnosis app, and Kate's eyes widened when she saw her profile. \"While you were hypnotized into sucking my cock, I found this neat update that changes your body. You probably don't remember your old body.\"\n\nKate remembered it clearly. She had a small, mousey body, far from the pornographic parody she was now.\n\n\"And while you were sleeping, I thought it sucked that you were the only ones who enjoyed these changes. So I did the selfless thing. I hacked the building's WIFI and hypnotized the apartment last night.\" That's not good. Kate needed to put a stop to this now before this got too far. He turned off his monitor and grabbed his phone. \"Why don't we stop by our landlady and see how she's enjoying her day.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your Girlfriend was rail thin who started dating, but every time you've made her cum she's gotten a bit curvier, bustier, and thiccer. She says she hates it, but at the same time she's never refused a chance to have sex.
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"content": "\"Oh, shut up! I'm not going to get fat. I eat like this all the time, and look at me!\" She put down her second donut and spun around in place. Your girlfriend was definitely not fat. Despite how much she ate, she had a perfectly flat stomach. Unfortunately, that also meant she was lacking up top, too. But she was cute, and she adored you.\r \n\r \nShe definitely had a sweet tooth, however. She almost always had a donut in one hand and sprinkles smeared across her face. From far away, it almost looked like glitter, but up close, it made her look like the little dork she was.\r \n\r \n\"So, I've been thinking...\" she started. \"We've been dating for a while... and, well...\" She paused for a bit. Her brain was working a little overtime to get the words together. \"We haven't done it yet...\"\r \n\r \nShit. The two of you were having such a great time. But it was about time for this conversation to happen in a normal relationship.\r \n\r \n\"Well... What do you think?\" Her eyes welled up a little. She slid up next to you. \r \n\r \nThen she whispered in your ear, \"I can be sexy, too.\"\r \n\r \nFuck. The way she said that made you melt. There was something magical about the way she said it. You immediately took her back to your room to rectify the situation.\r \n\r \n\\---\r \n\r \n\"Urp,\" she let out a little burp as you pounded into her. She lay on her back, her dark red hair sprawled about her. Three sprinkles still remained cemented to her cheek. You wanted to drive them off. Her eyes rolled back a bit as she started fading in and out. She was thoroughly enjoying it. As you got closer, she started moaning. She eventually came first.\r \n\r \nAfter she had a chance to catch her breath, she went to your member and started sucking. You came nearly instantly. Half drizzled down her face, and the other half went in her mouth. She didn't think twice before swallowing. Then, she wiped her face clean and swallowed the remainder. She let out another muffled burp. You had never known her to be so naughty, but you liked it.\r \n\r \n\\---\r \n\r \n\"So, did you like it?\" She whispered to you. The late afternoon glow hitting her exposed breasts. She had gotten a donut from the cache in your apartment, and it was already halfway gone. \"I can see it in your eyes. I'm not going to get fat.\" She patted her bare navel with her free hand. She didn't seem to notice, but you could have sworn it wasn't perfectly flat anymore.\r \n\r \n\\---\r \n\r \nA few months past, and you both couldn't seem to get enough of each other. Many nights there would just be a low whisper, \"Fuck me...\" That would be all that was needed, and she always swallowed.\r \n\r \nAdditionally, something had awoken in her. She was noticeably curvier now. The flat cute girl that was your girlfriend had now blossomed into this curvier cute girl with a primal hunger for you. She had shapely hips now and actual breasts. She even had a small pudge to her belly and the little burps she let out during sex got bigger and sloppier.\r \n\r \nBut it was like she could read your mind. Anytime you wanted to bring it up to her, she said, \"I'm not going to get fat.\" Despite that her consumption of donuts remained just as strong, if not stronger.\r \n\r \n\\---\r \n\r \nThen one day she couldn't fit in her jeans. She called you to grab a new pair. She sat crying on the bed in the jeans she couldn't button. She didn't fit in her bra anymore either, but you didn't want to pile that on right now. To be honest, all the flesh that spilled out just turned you on. She was smoking hot now. You kind of wanted more. But you also wanted to be supportive.\r \n\r \n\\---\r \n\r \nAfter that she stopped having donuts and started eating salad. It kind of bummed you out to see your happy-go-lucky girlfriend start to pulling back. Despite that, she still enjoyed sex. If anything, she wanted it more now. Her softer body felt so good. You had to pace yourself now because her jiggly thighs and boobs were so erotic. You were kind of disappointed that you no longer had the goal of dislodging sprinkles from her cheek. But she still let out a few burps after sex.\r \n\r \nDespite her diet, she still continued to gain weight and started to develop a belly.\r \n\r \n\\---\r \n\r \nShe left for a week during the summer for a family vacation. You were left so horny during that time. The two of you were having sex twice a day now, once in the morning, once at night.\r \n\r \n\\---\r \n\r \nWhen she came back, she had lost a lot of weight. She still had large breasts and thighs, but her belly was completely flat now. \r \n\r \nYou took her out to dinner. She told you about her family vacation. Her mother was surprised about how much weight she had gained, but said it wasn't unheard of.\r \n\r \n\"I forgive you.\" She said out of the blue. Her cute smile glistened back. Her lips glistened like they did before, like donut glaze not lip gloss. \r \n\r \nYou weren't certain what you were responsible for, but she was worth it.\r \n\r \n\"So, this is nice, but you're going to feed me right?\" She asked.\r \n\r \nConfused, you lifted your fork with food to her mouth.\r \n\r \n\"Your cute, but you smell like donuts.\"\r \n\r \n\"You smell like donuts,\" You retorted back.\r \n\r \n\"Well then, I've marked my territory well.\"\r \n\r \n\\---\r \n\r \nYou both got back to your apartment. She was just as pent up as you were. You came in her at least four times before passing out listening to her cute after sex burps.\r \n\r \n\\---\r \n\r \nWhen you woke up, you played with her hair. Your fingers wandered over her skin, down her breasts to... She had a belly now. How?\r \n\r \n\"Oh hey cutie!\"\r \n\r \nShe turned to you. She had a donut in her hand, just as she had after our first time. Her face was smeared with sprinkles. She must have gone out while you were still asleep. You noticed that there were two empty boxes on the floor. Just how many had she eaten?\r \n\r \n\"I can see it in your face. I've had a lot of donuts? Are you calling me fat? You only get to call me fat if it turns you on. Oh, but I know it does. You like how big, round, and fat I've gotten recently. It excites you to see me grow even bigger, knowing full well that it's your fault. Urpp!\"\r \n\r \nShe ran a finger up her newly bloated gut. You had no idea what she was talking about, but you certainly enjoyed the fatter version of your girlfriend and wanted more.\r \n\r \n\"Besides, a succubus doesn't get fat from too many calories. We get fat from too much cum. Speaking of which... Glaze my donuts? You know you want to.\"\r \n\r \nYou really wanted to."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You just got kicked out of the hero’s party. That’s okay, you’ll form your own harem- I mean Party. The fact that it’s formed by the heroes’ most precious family is pure coincidence.
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"content": "\"Mom!?\" The Hero nearly screamed when he saw the healer of my party sitting on my lap in the back of the tavern. Of course she might have been doing more than just sitting. \"What are you doing?\"\n\n\"Ah, son... Ummm I told you that I... Ahhhh, Marrik can you ummm,\" The sexy priestess murmured the last part to me as she tried to get me to stop. I sighed, and stopped thrusting into her warm wet tightness. \"Thanks, can I talk to my son for a minute?\"\n\n\"Sure,\" I smirked and nodded to the \"Hero\" finally acknowledging his presence while still buried balls deep in his Mom.\n\n\"Marrik? Didn't I fucking kick you out of my party?\" The Hero said staring at me in disbelief. \n\nShrugging I looked up at him as I reached for my drink and took a sip. I smiled at the blonde bimbo fighter who was the Hero's true love. Her name was Sephira. She clung to his arm, enormous breasts squashed to either side of his bicep. She turned her face towards me blue eyes flicking to where my thick cock disappeared beneath Elise's robes and into her mature cunt. I'd caught her checking out my bulge before and from the blush on her cheeks she was doing it again. I winked at her.\n\n\"I think I remember that,\" Grinning smugly I glanced over his shoulder acting as if I was ignoring him. \"Oh hey, I bet you know our parties mage, here she comes now.\"\n\n\"Hey big brother!\" My party's mage squealed and threw her arms around her brother and hugged him. Then she slipped away and slid into the booth next to me.\n\n\"Hey Marrik, are you almost done? I'm next...\" Lucielle whispered in my ear, but she was a bit tipsy and spoke loud enough for her brother to hear. Then she leaned in and kissed me deeply.\n\n\"Look... Son. I told you I wanted to get back to adventuring,\" Elise explained but I could also feel her flexing her vaginal muscles to massage my cock. \"After your father was killed by the Demon Lord and your sister went off to the College of Mages I was so lonely...\"\n\n\"But him!?\" The Hero stared at his mother, then at me. I caught his death stare out of the corner of my vision as his sister tried to shove her tongue down my throat.\n\nTo fuck with the \"Chosen\" asshole I reached around and palmed one of his mother's massive tits. God I fucking loved to squeeze those sexy milkers. She let out a gasp of surprise and her cunt spasmed around my shaft. I caught the rage in his face and squeezed his sister's breast with my free hand. Elise's mature tits were the size of watermelons but his \"little\" sister was a rather impressive size too. I was betting if I pumped a few little heroes into her womb she'd catch up to her mother quickly.\n\n\"You son of a bitch!\" The hero screamed and drew his sword pushing his blonde girlfriend away so roughly she fell to the floor and banged her head badly. His true nature was showing but just as he raise the sword he stopped.\n\n\"Auntie?\" The Hero whispered, not daring to raise his voice much further with the mithril dagger pressed to his throat.\n\n\"Hello nephew,\" A sultry female voice spoke from behind him as she faded out of the shadows.\n\n\"I see you know our party rogue,\" I said barely containing my laughter. Pulling Luci oser I reached beneath her robes and found her wet slit dripping with anticipation. She always got like this when we were celebrating after a successful mission. She moaned as I started to finger her tight slit.\n\n\"You may be my sister's only son,\" Ravenna warned the Hero. \"But if you raise your blade against my Party's leader and tank again I will gut you.\"\n\nRavenna pushed her nephew away and then extended her hand to help Sephira up. She helped the blonde brush off and then glared at him again before coming to stand beside me. The tight black leather of her outfit clung to her curves. She'd never had kids and was more wiry and dexterous than her sister or niece, so she wasn't quite as curvy as Elise or Luci. But gods that ass! I grinned and nodded at the Hero.\n\n\"Aunt Claire, he's...\" The red faced Hero was staring at me and clenching and unclenching his fist. \n\n\"Balls deep in your mother?\" I had to keep from laughing as Claire spoke. Her wit and attitude were as sharp as her knives. \"You should hear the way your sister screams when he's that deep in her. And if you don't want everyone in the tavern knowing your mother is into getting fucked so much she is a shameless exhibitionist.\"\n\nElise blushed and squirmed on my cock. She would never admit it but she always got insanely wet when she had sex in public. Her daughter took after her in that regards. Claire on the other hand would wait until those two were exhausted and then pull me into her bed to fuck her cunt or ass while the other two were still naked in mine.\n\nThe way the Hero glared at me was sweet revenge. After he kicked me out of the party for Sephira's interest in me I had meant to put together a better adventuring party to prove to him how wrong he was. How was I to know the busty mage I had respond to my quest posting would be his little sister. Then when we needed healer and a rogue for detecting traps... Well I won't say I was disappointed to find out they were his family, and that they were some of the thorniest women I had ever met.\n\n\"Come on Sephira!\" Snarled the Hero turning on his booted heels. \"We're leaving.\"\n\n\"N-no... \" Putting her foot down the buxom blonde looked at the floor then glanced over at me. \"You... You never treat me right. I think, I'd rather be in a party that appreciates me.\"\n\nThe Hero glared at us all. His eyes filled with rage and his hand twitched towards his sword. Then his eyes glanced around the tavern. More than a few of the patrons were staring at us. If the high and mighty hero started a fight with a well known and well liked adventuring party on their home turf. Even he wasn't a dumb enough piece of crap to try that. Grunting he stormed off. Sephira exhaled slowly and sat down heavily in a chair across from me.\n\n\"Finish fucking Mom,\" Luci purred in my ear as she nibbled on my earlobe. \"I want my turn and I'm pretty sure this sex starved bimbo will need a break up fucking.\"\n\nI smirked. Elise was already moving again, her pussy sliding up and down my shaft. I reached around and squeezed her chest. I loved the way her breasts bounced when she couldn't get enough of my cock. What had been a one off on a cold night up in the mountains had turned into a bit of a family affair. And now the Hero's ex was watching me fuck his mom with a look of envy.\n\n\"D-do you think you could use another fighter?\" Saphira asked as she slid her hand down into her breeches. I smiled, nodded, and she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Trade offer: I get to cut in line, you get to feel boobs brush up against you as I do so."
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"content": "Mark stood in line patiently waiting for his time to ride the roller coaster. The sign ahead said it was another fifteen minutes, but after nearly an hour and a half, he could manage. His attention returned to his phone and the work emails waiting to be answered.\n\n\"Hey,\" came a female voice.\n\nHe glanced up and saw a young woman smiling up at him from the other side of the wooden rail. She was perhaps college age, short, and slim. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail.\n\n\"Hey,\" he replied awkwardly.\n\nThe girl (at his age he lumped any female under thirty as a \"girl\") leaned closer and said in a quiet voice:\n\n\"If I get to cut in line, you get to feel boobs brush up against you as I do so.\"\n\nHe blinked in surprise.\n\n\"Excuse me?\"\n\n\"I have to meet my parents in an hour. I'm not going to have time to ride this, and I'm dying to!\"\n\n\"How old are you?\"\n\n\"Twenty.\"\n\nHe had guessed she was older. Perhaps it was the way she was dressed in a button down blue top and jeans. Her brown eyes looked hopeful behind her glasses.\n\n\"What's your name,\" Mark asked.\n\n\"Sarah.\"\n\n\"I'm Mark. Just play along.\"\n\nHe smiled and said in a normal voice, \"I didn't think you were going to make it. Thanks for running to get this.\"\n\nShe gave a surprised look when he took her soda cup from her hand.\n\n\"No problem,\" she said and ducked under the rail.\n\nSome of the other people in the line looked but said nothing.\n\n\"How much do I owe you,\" he asked.\n\n\"Nothing,\" Sarah said. \"Since you paid for lunch.\"\n\nTo his surprise, Sarah slipped her arm through his and pressed her chest against him. Her somewhat smallish breasts were soft and sent a jolt of excitement through him.\n\n\"Thanks,\" she whispered.\n\nThey chatted while waiting. Sarah was a junior in college majoring in English and lived with her parents to save money. In the evenings she worked at a bookstore. Mark was fifty and divorced. His two kids were out of college and had moved to different parts of the country for work.\n\n\"How many,\" the kid working the line asked when Sarah reached the front.\n\nHer eyes fell on Mark.\n\n\"Two,\" she replied.\n\n\"Line three,\" the kid said.\n\n\"Do you have a girlfriend,\" Sarah asked.\n\nMark laughed.\n\n\"Not at the moment. I was seeing someone, but it didn't work out. What about you?\"\n\n\"I don't have a girlfriend either,\" she giggled.\n\nHe rolled his eyes.\n\n\"What about a boyfriend?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\nThe rollercoaster stopped, and they sat in the vacated car. The bar lowered, and the attendant came by to make sure it was secure.\n\nFor the next two minutes, Sarah screamed almost constantly. Several times she squeezed her eyes closed and clutched Mark's arm or hand. Once she buried her face in his arm.\n\nWhen the ride stopped, Sarah was laughing excitedly.\n\n\"Oh my god! That was fun!\"\n\n\"Are you sure your okay,\" he laughed.\n\nShe skipped to the exit! Skipped!\n\nAt the end of the line, they stopped at the photo booth to look at the picture taken while the roller coaster was plummeting down the large hill. Sarah was screaming with her arms clutching Mark's.\n\n\"It's twenty for one or thirty for two,\" the girl working explained.\n\nSarah fished a small wallet from her jeans and counted her money.\n\n\"Shit,\" she said.\n\n\"Do you want one,\" he asked surprised.\n\n\"I guess not.\"\n\n\"We'll take two,\" Mark said and handed over his debit card. \"Can you put them in separate folders?\"\n\nThe girl gave him two photos in folders. He handed one to Sarah.\n\n\"Thanks,\" she said when they moved out to an open space.\n\nBefore he could reply, Sarah rose on tip toes and kissed him lightly on the lips.\n\n\"This has to be the shortest and oddest date I've ever had.,\" he laughed.\n\nSarah laughed. \"Me too.\"\n\n\"Good luck with classes,\" Mark said.\n\n\"Thanks.\" Sarah looked awkwardly at him.\n\n\"I was wondering,\" she said nervously. \"Would you like to do something sometime?\"\n\nHe stared in disbelief.\n\n\"Are you asking me out?\"\n\n\"You don't have to,\" she said sounding hurt.\n\nHe had kids older than Sarah, and he suspected he was older than her parents.\n\nSmiling, he kissed her cheek.\n\n\"You can't imagine how flattered I am to be asked out by a young, beautiful woman. I just don't know that it would work out. I'm thirty years older than you.\"\n\nTears fell down her cheeks. \"I understand. Thanks for letting me cut in front of you. And for the picture.\"\n\n\"Thanks for great date,\" he smiled.\n\nSarah turned and disappeared into the crowd."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your spouse just asked what you wanted for your birthday…you were maybe a little too honest.
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"content": "You're sitting on the couch with your spouse, scrolling through your phone, when they suddenly turn to you and ask, \"Hey, what do you want for your birthday this year?\"\n\nYou look up, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. \"Are you sure you want to know?\" you ask, your mind already racing with dirty thoughts.\n\nYour spouse rolls their eyes, but they're smiling too. \"Yes, I'm sure. What do you want?\"\n\nYou take a deep breath and steel yourself, knowing that what you're about to say will be embarrassing. \"I want you to tie me up and have your way with me,\" you say, your cheeks turning pink.\n\nYour spouse looks at you, surprised but also amused. \"Really?\" they ask, leaning in closer. \"That's what you want?\"\n\nYou nod, unable to meet their gaze. \"Yeah, I know it's kind of weird, but... I've been thinking about it a lot lately.\"\n\nYour spouse reaches out and takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. \"Hey, it's not weird. It's just... different,\" they say, a twinkle in their eye. \"And I like different.\"\n\nYou feel a wave of relief wash over you. \"Really?\" you ask, your heart racing with anticipation.\n\n\"Really,\" your spouse confirms. \"We can make that happen for your birthday if you want.\"\n\nYou can hardly contain your excitement as the days pass, counting down the hours until your special day. Finally, the morning of your birthday arrives, and you wake up feeling giddy with anticipation.\n\nAs you get out of bed and head to the bathroom, you notice a small box sitting on the counter. You open it up to find a set of silky ropes and a blindfold, and your heart begins to race with anticipation.\n\nYou know what your spouse has planned for you, and you can hardly contain your excitement.\n\nAfter breakfast, your spouse blindfolds you and leads you to a room that's been decorated with candles and rose petals. You feel their hands on your body, guiding you to the bed, and you hear the sound of silk ropes being pulled tight.\n\nYou take a deep breath as your spouse's hands move over your body, exploring your curves and caressing your skin. You feel a sense of trust and safety wash over you as they bind your wrists, secure in the knowledge that you're in the hands of someone who cares deeply for you.\n\nYou hear the sound of music filling the room, and you feel your spouse's breath hot against your ear as they whisper sweet nothings to you, urging you to let go and allow yourself to be completely vulnerable.\n\nThe sensation of being tied up and blindfolded, completely at your spouse's mercy, is both exhilarating and terrifying, and you can hardly wait to see what they have in store for you next.\n\nAs the day wears on, the intensity of the experience grows, and you feel yourself reaching the brink of ecstasy. Your spouse's hands move over your body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins, and you know that you're getting closer and closer to the ultimate release.\n\n\"Please,\" you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper. \"I need you.\"\n\nYour spouse leans in close, their breath hot against your ear. \"What do you need?\" they ask, their voice low and husky.\n\n\"I need you to make me come,\" you say, your words barely coherent in your passion.\n\nYour spouse nods, and you feel them move between your legs, their fingers finding their way to your most sensitive spot. You arch your back, your hips rising to meet their touch, and you feel a sense of release building inside of you.\n\nAs your spouse continues to stroke you, your breaths come faster and faster, your heart racing in your chest. You feel your body convulse as the orgasm washes over you, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your veins.\n\nAs the sensation subsides, you collapse against your spouse, feeling completely spent but also completely fulfilled. You know that this is a birthday that you'll never forget, and you're grateful to have a partner who's willing to explore your deepest desires with you.\n\n\"That was amazing,\" you say, your voice still breathless.\n\n\"I'm glad you enjoyed it,\" your spouse replies, their hand moving over your hair in a gentle caress.\n\n\"You know,\" you say, a mischievous grin spreading across your face, \"I think I might want to do this again sometime.\"\n\nYour spouse chuckles. \"I think we can make that happen,\" they say, their eyes twinkling with mischief.\n\nAs you settle into bed, feeling sated and satisfied, you realize that this experience has brought you and your spouse closer together than ever before. You know that you'll never forget this birthday, and you're grateful to have a partner who's willing to explore your deepest desires with you."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Write the least explicit sex scene that you can.
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"content": "Yeah, so, Thebes is a kind of weird town. It's one of those towns in the middle of nowhere in Ohio, pretty much an intersection a few miles off the highway with a library and a convenience store, surrounded by cornfields. Hey--where else can I buy a house on my salary? Thank God for remote work, right? I couldn't even afford a one-bedroom in Boston, and now I've got what feels like a mansion, with its own backyard!\n\nAnyway, it's a little weird. Not because the neighbors came over with baskets of fresh vegetables from their gardens to welcome me--but afterwards, most of the ladies who came over let me get jiggy with them. \n\nThen in the hardware store, when I was looking for some tools, another girl gave me a look, and before I knew it, I was laying pipe in the back room.\n\nMy neighbors half a mile down the road had a barbecue, and I figure I may as well get to know the neighbors, right? Well, the hostess brought me inside for a little horizontal refreshment. She was the horizontal one--I was standing up. \n\nAnd when I told her all of the girls who I thought were hot, she just said, \"Let me see what I can do--\" and now almost every day one of them rings my doorbell and comes in to test my mattress.\n\nBy now I've gotten to know pretty much all the women who live in a 30-mile radius--gotten to know in a Biblical sense.\n\nI definitely wasn't expecting this when I moved, but I think I like this town."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Starship Troopers style mandatory coed showers
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"content": "As he walked into the coed shower area, he couldn't help but feel a little bit anxious. It was his first time in such a situation, and he wasn't quite sure what to expect. He undressed quickly, trying to keep his eyes to himself, but he couldn't help but glance around the room.\n\nThere were several women in the shower area, and he couldn't help but check them out. He saw a woman with long, curly hair, her back turned to him, as she lathered herself up. He could see the curve of her hips and the smoothness of her skin, and he felt a pang of desire.\n\nThere was another woman, blonde and tall, with a toned body and a small tattoo on her ankle. She was laughing with a group of other women, and he couldn't help but notice the way her breasts bounced as she moved.\n\nA third woman caught his eye, with long, slender legs and a narrow waist. She had small, pert breasts and a delicate frame, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run his hands over her skin.\n\nAs he moved towards the showerheads, he could feel his heart racing. He tried to focus on getting clean, but his mind kept wandering back to the women around him. He could see them talking and laughing, their bodies slick with water and soap.\n\nAnd then it happened. He looked down and saw that he had an erection. He tried to will it away, but it was no use. The more he tried to ignore it, the more obvious it became.\n\nHe looked up, and he could see their faces, the women in the shower with him, looking at him with a mix of curiosity and amusement. He could feel his face turning red, and he tried to cover himself, but it was too late. \n\nHe couldn't help but feel embarrassed, knowing that he had been caught checking out the women. As he stood there, with his soldier standing at attention, one of the women in the shower couldn't help but stare.\n\nWith a mischievous glint in her eye, she sauntered over to him, a towel draped over her shoulder. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, \"Looks like someone's having a good time.\"\n\nHe tried to cover himself, but it was too late. She had already seen everything. Instead of being embarrassed or upset, she seemed almost amused by the situation.\n\n\"Relax,\" she said with a playful grin. \"It happens to the best of us.\"\n\nShe reached out and ran her fingers over his chest, tracing a line down his stomach and towards his growing erection. He could feel his heart racing as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck.\n\n\"Maybe I can help you with that,\" she said with a wink.\n\nAnd before he knew it, she had dropped to her knees, her mouth wrapping around him. He could feel her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.\n\nHe leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed as she worked her magic. The other women in the shower had stopped to watch, their faces a mix of curiosity and arousal.\n\nAs the woman worked her magic, he could feel his body tensing up with pleasure. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat of the moment, sending shivers down his spine.\n\nHe could hear the whispers and giggles of the other women in the shower, but he was too lost in the moment to care. All he could focus on was the sensation of her mouth on him, the way she seemed to know just what he needed.\n\nAs she worked him over, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He tried to hold back, to make it last, but it was no use. With a loud moan, he came, his release filling her mouth.\n\nShe stood up, a satisfied smirk on her face as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. As the woman finished pleasuring him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment. He looked around at the other women in the shower, he could see a mix of expressions on their faces. Some looked curious, others amused, and a few even seemed a little bit jealous. But no one said anything.\n\nHe could hear the sound of running water and the occasional murmur of conversation, but it was clear that they were not going to comment on the situation. He felt a little bit relieved, but still embarrassed at what had transpired.\n\nHe took a deep breath, trying to shake off his embarrassment, and headed back to his quarters. He knew that he had a lot to learn as a new recruit, but maybe, just maybe, he was starting to get the hang of things."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Marrying a literal angel was shocking enough, what you didn't expect was that every ounce of love and affection you gave her just makes her curvier and sexier. It had gotten to the point of a simple peck on the cheek making her pop shirt buttons... and both of you are loving it!
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"content": "[See here for the previous entry](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/11gbwtj/wp_you_thought_youd_died_and_gone_to_heaven_well/japsfon?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)\n\nQuorael sipped her hot cocoa as she stared out the window of our house and hummed a chipper tune. Tapiel and I peeked around the corner with cheeky smiles as she said, \"Three, two, one, go!\"\n\nTapiel and I rushed over to Quorael and started planting kisses all over her. Quorael moaned as her breasts tore her white chiton to ribbons and her ass grew so large that it actually started pushing me and Tapiel away. Quorael giggled and said, \"You assholes! I just got up!\"\n\nI hugged Quorael and kissed her cheek, causing her breasts to go up another ten cup sizes. \"Aw c'mon, hon. We just wanna show you how much we love you!\"\n\nTapiel got on her knees and started kissing Quorael's baby bump. \"We've only got a few more months until little Yavael comes out to play, so we're gonna make the most of these pregnancy symptoms! Cause you're great and we love you!\"\n\nQuorael rolled her eyes with a smile and caressed my cheek. \"Well, it's not like I can stop you. Quincy, could you be a lamb and carry me to the pool? I like floating while I grow.\"\n\nI lifted Quorael over my head and replied, \"Of course I can, sweetheart.\"\n\nQuorael kept growing as the wall facing the pool disappeared so I could safely carry her outside. Lunael took a break from her sunbathing to watch me set Quorael down in the pool gently as she remarked, \"My word, right when she wakes up? You two are just gloriously insatiable.\"\n\nTapiel took a bow as I shrugged. \"She really brings out the best in us.\"\n\nQuorael mewled with delight as a steady stream of milk flowed from her breasts. Lunael squealed with delight and wasted no time in gulping down every last drop. Tapiel and I joined shortly afterwards, drawing happy moans and further growth from Quorael. Within the hour, she absolutely dwarfed our house and had to seal her wings away so they wouldn't get bent while her back was pressed between her supersized curves.\n\nAs Tapiel and Lunael snuggled up together and kissed each other, I looked up and saw the rest of my wives descend from the sky. Pruvael and Matsael landed on either side of me and cuddled up to me as Ophael started planting more kisses on Quorael's breasts and Ziniael said, \"Guess we missed all the fun, huh?\"\n\nI kissed Pruvael and Matsael before responding, \"You try and resist that sexy face.\"\n\nOphael giggled. \"Daddy's got a point, Z.\"\n\nZiniael conceded the point silently and joined Ophael's efforts. Pruvael sat up and purred, \"What do you say to putting a baby in me next?\"\n\nMatsael pouted. \"But I wanted to be the next baby mama!\"\n\nI chuckled. \"Ladies, please! If you think for a second that I can't knock up the both of you, then you vastly underestimate me. But for now, let's push our lover's growth to the absolute limit and get her planet-sized before she returns to her original size tomorrow morning.\"\n\nPruvael and Matsael grinned and started tenderly caressing Quorael's breasts and whispering sweet nothings to her. Even with her head buried under the titanic wall of her chest, I could hear Quorael's cries of ecstasy as she grew bigger. We all just kept moving up and up, making good use of Heaven's infinite space. Once we broke through the \"cloud layer\", I remarked, \"Talk about your eternal reward.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] A post seen on r/ServileRPG; 'Hi guys, it's my first time playing Servile, I've just finished the tutorial and I'm thinking of submitting to Goruk for the BDSM questline. Which dom/sub/switch did you partner with on your first playthrough?'
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"content": "Been playing since launch. Ever since \"Slavemasters of Drulthor\" came out, the orc quest lines have really picked up, so take this with a grain of salt. But I didn't care for Goruk's questioned in the beta.\n\nEven playing a drow, the penetration damage in my throat made the main encounters absolute shit. I had to keep going back to the town square to grind out bound blowjobs to get my skill score high enough to start dealing arousal to him without hurting myself. I think they nerfed him alot in the new expansion though, I've heard good things. Just remember, if you're playing elf, you get bonuses on arousal but your anal elasticity will be lower so you may need to grind that skill up a bit more.\n\nFor me, my first quest line was submitting to Sendralia. I think most of the dom elf questlines are super underrated. Everyone focuses on the elf subs and they're just not it for me.\n\nSendralia was fun because you get alot of variety. The initial encounters with her are fine. If you're playing female, you get an encounter in the guard barracks. Fucking my way out of that one was really fun. My build sucked back then though, so it took me awhile to get through without filling my exhaustion meter and having to start over.\n\nHer best encounters though are if you choose the \"rebellious\" path, and she sends you to her monster dungeon. It's a really tricky series of gauntlet sessions. It took me a few tries, but if you have exhaustion regen items, and if you find a special artifact in her castle that slows down the \"mind break\" meter, it's alot of fun. Plus Sendralia herself gets way more dominant after that.\n\nThat was my first quest line. I still stand by it as the best choice in the base game.\n\nFor expansions, the *Labyrinth of Lust* dungeon from \"Slave Voyage to the Horned Isles\" is easily the best dungeon run. Especially if you have a good party assembled. It's just a pain having to find a Tauren Slaver to get to the Isles. The spawn rate is soooo low. I really hope the devs fix that soon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Members of the cult have been instructed to do anything to get new members to join
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"content": "\"Run\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I said, start running. As many laps as you can. You aren't leaving until it hurts to move\".\n\nThis was a surprising introduction for Robert Savie - twenty-five, single, in perfect physical health, perhaps too eager to believe in *things*, and incidentally also recently induced into the ranks of the Enlightened Coven of Illuminating Energy as 'brother Tentatio'. He did expect some ceremony, perhaps even rituals, and definitely some time to get used to his new environment. He might have hoped, perhaps, for some decidedly erotic themes to be present in the above. After all, the Coven had a reputation, and was never shy to claim that the 'energy' is supposed to come from within, and to be of a carnal source. Long story short, he joined for sex, possibly depraved sex, and in huge amounts.\n\nHe did not expect to be led into a gym and presented with an extensive, professionally calculated exercise regimen. And yet, here they were. A tall and rather nicely built, albeit somewhat lanky young man and a lithe, yet visibly very fit lady with a chilly stare making him forget about his libido for a moment. He was wearing a pair of sport shorts, tight enough to hold his...bits in place, and a pair of running shoes. That's it. Given that his companion donned a tight top and an extremely short pair of shorts while staying barefoot and exposing her toned midriff, he didn't feel overdressed. \n\nShe got him a bottle of something presumably extremely healthy to sip from between laps. She stared, expectantly, until he took his supplements. Then, as she kept staring, he could do nothing else than follow her command and hit the track.\n\nAt first it was a relief, to go at his own tempo, letting his body warm up and his breathing and muscles find their rhythm. After a lap, he sipped a bit of his drink. After two, there was a sheen of sweat on his brow and chest, evaporating swiftly. After the third one, he could feel slight pain of fatigued muscles.\n\n\"Break\", she told him, sternly, and after he stopped gasping and looked up, he saw her ditching her clothes. Despite the fatigue and shortness of breath, his cock stirred, tensing against his shorts. She straightened, making a few stretching exercises before sitting herself on the edge of a table nearby. A padded table, and a high one... suspiciously so; in fact, quite precisely making her hips level with his.\n\n\"Now we fuck. Move!\", she added in a matter-of-fact, flat tone. But, even hearing her cold tone, he couldn't really avoid reacting to her spreading her legs before him, utterly shameless, exposing her glistening slit. Purely on autopilot, he reached for her, and she pulled him closer, tugging his shorts down and giving his stiffening member a casual stroke. \n\n\"Don't waste our time, boy. You will fuck me now, and give me another three laps. Then we repeat. What, do you still not get it?\"\n\nHe quite obviously didn't, but that didn't prevent him from pushing into her pussy, entering her easily, smoothly as if she was prepared for him by a long, long foreplay session. Then, she hugged his cock inside, pressing, stroking him somehow with muscles he never knew were even present in human anatomy. A thrashing wave of pleasure rose between them, traveling with electric speed up his spine. And meanwhile, she helpfully explained.\n\n\"You heard about the ceremonies, induction, devotion, et caetera. You heard about orgies, about deflowering several girls in a row, about accompanying acolytes and about using your manhood to convince initiates about our Coven's true enlightenment. And did it even occur to you that as you are now, you'd spill your seed at the first sight of a group of naked girls awaiting your company?\"\n\nHer pussy clenched, sending him on his way to climax, held tight in her depths as his cock pulsed, his cum filling the more experienced acolyte.\n\n\"Exactly... as... you... do... now. We can't have that. And so... stop gasping, breathe deep, feel the air filling you and the energy coursing through... And so you need to exercise. A lot. You will run laps until your legs fall off. I will drain you again and again, until you think your cock cannot stand hard anymore. Then I will show you *it can*. We will keep at it until you literally fall unconscious. And once you recuperate, we will keep going until we make you into a stallion who can and will fuck his way through a room full of hungry nymphomaniacs and survive the ordeal.\"\n\nHe slipped out of her, letting out a dribble of cum, his cock slippery, but regaining some stiffness already. She gave him a glance, and a shove.\n\n\"There's hope for you. Now. Run.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The warrior deftly dispatched the undead guardians, sword covered in gore while pushing open the door to the vault and the prize. The prince slept, in a suspended sleep, ageless, his clothing rotted, leaving not a thread, as the young warrior approached to claim her prize with a kiss.
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"content": "The enchanted steel of her blade sheered through the undead general’s armor and cut clean through the other side. Ichor splashed across the stone walls instead of blood and rotting entrails clung to the edge of her weapon. Faerie runes glowed softly in shades of pink, blue, and green from beneath the muck. Their enchantments had made short work of all the troublesome defenses, and she spared a thought towards all the other princesses those same guards had stopped over the years. How many had made it this far, simply to have been ill equipped for the final challenges? Was a bit of magic really all that made her different?\n\n“Now, now Aurora!” A bright chirp called out as the cricket hopped from her pouch to her shoulder. It offered her a dirty cloth from the same belt pocket. “Rescuing the prince is your destiny! You were trained from birth and with true love’s kiss, the sleeping prince will awaken and restore the kingdom to glory!”\n\n“I know, Jiminy. I know.” The knight wiped her sword clean on the proffered cloth. “What if I’m not the one though?” She glanced up at the vault doors. They were massive things carved of marble and at one point in time, they had likely been shined into a pristine mirror. Even now, hundreds of years after the curse, she could see her own faded reflection. Aurora’s hair was the color of morning rays of sunlight, the kind of hair that bards loved to bring up in every love ballad she’d ever heard. She grimaced. It was a mess. She took a moment to comb what she could with her hands.\n\n“Of course you are. Those other princesses never made it all this way. They never slayed the undead hordes. They didn’t climb the broken keep. They didn’t fight the dragon or vanquish the evil queen. And no one else ever will, because you just did! There’s no reason to doubt!”\n\nOf course, there wasn’t. What if the door was too heavy? It probably was. She should just turn around and –\n\n“Aurora . . .” The cricket’s tone was drawn.\n\nShe smoothed her battle skirt. “Fine. Fine!” The princess pressed her palms against the vault door and it swung open with a grinding creek.\n\nThe treasure room lit up like a sunrise. The gold sparkled with untold measure, left in mismatched piles mixed here and there with the random chest overflowing with even more. Jewels of every color and cut sparkled amongst the riches and the miscellaneous treasures, things like swords and shields and scepters, littered the mounds. Even the cricket’s eyes went wide. But Aurora only had eyes for the single prize at the center of the great vault - sleeping an endless sleep upon a white dais rested the cursed prince.\n\nShe sprinted forward, the weight of her armor forgotten as her steel boots thudded along the paneled floor.\n\nAurora froze immediately in place. Her cheeks burned hot and turned scarlet. The prince was entirely nude. Whatever kind of fine tunic he might have worn when he was cursed had long since decayed and shriveled away. It left his chest utterly bare, frozen perfectly in time with each chiseled muscle at the prime of his life. She almost couldn’t pull her eyes away from his abs. Almost. Because like his shirt, his pants had been lost to time as well. His manhood was fully exposed. Sure, it was flaccid, but . . . The princess gulped.\n\nJiminy leapt to her other shoulder and pulled her cloak up in front of her eyes. “Aurora!” The chastisement snapped her back to the moment.\n\n“I’m so- I don’t know wha- Jiminy he’s nude!” Her voice squeaked.\n\n“Well don’t look at it! I guess the curse didn’t include any clothes he was wearing when it triggered the eternal sleep.” The cricket struggled to keep the fabric high enough to block her eyes so Aurora took the responsibility and kept the veil up.\n\n“What am I . . . should we leave so someone can get him dressed?”\n\n“Of course not! Just throw your cloak over his bits so you can wake him up with a kiss.” She was hesitant. “Go!”\n\n“Fine!” Aurora started moving again, though this time with far less of a sprint. It was a challenge walking up the steps to the dais with half her sight blocked by a thick blue sheet. Once there though, she unbuckled the piece from her armor and let it rest across his lower half.\n\n“Now you know the prophecy, my girl. Only true love’s kiss can wake the sleeping prince! So make it a good one.”\n\n“Right. Right.” This part she wasn’t as nervous about. It was just a kiss. Aurora took a position beside the slumbering man. Gods he was handsome. She shook her head to get her focus. Kiss. Right. Slowly. Keep your hair out of the way. Lower. There!\n\nHer painted lips pressed ever so softly against the sleeping prince’s. She could feel the heat from them, the only warmth in the entire castle, and her mind promptly went blank. A simple kiss was all it took, but Aurora didn’t stop there. She let her tongue brush against his lower lip. His taste was amazing. She took a breath and kissed him again, this time less softly. She’d waited her whole life. Her heartbeat quickened. Aurora almost went for a third touch before remembering why she was here at all. She pulled back.\n\nThe prince didn’t move.\n\n“Jiminy? Why isn’t it working?”\n\n“Uh…princess? I think there might have been something off about the prophecy. You know how translations can be sometimes, right?”\n\nAurora turned to follow his gaze. The cloak she had draped over the prince was raised like a tent pole. She could see the silhouette of something long . . . and hard.\n\n“I don’t think it’s his lips you’re supposed to kiss” Jiminy said.\n\nAurora flushed brighter.\n\nPart 2 maybe?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The ritual was supposed to summon a Demonic Lord to Grant the summoner unimaginable power. The use of second-rate components though resulted in only summoning a lazy, moocher succubus really only interested in hanging around the place, video games, and fucking...
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"content": "Bella was sprawled out on the couch, covered in crumbs. She had been stuck on Smough and Ornstein for the past week, refusing to shower or at least change. The underwear she's been \"wearing\" was filthy and fit only loosely.\n\n\"God, for a succubus, you'd think she'd be more, I don't know, out going?\" Luke said from the dining.\n\n\"I know,\" said Marie. \"Like it get it together girl, at least try when you seduce us.\"\n\n\"One of you horny right now, I can feel it,\" Bella called. \"Get in here and fuck me!\"\n\nMarie rolled her eyes, unbuttoning her blouse. \"Absolutely to pride in her craft.\"\n\nA few hours later, the three were cuddled up on the couch watching some shitty movie Bella had picked out to laugh at. There's was some fondling and very little clothing.\n\n\"Man, I'm fucking hungry,\" Luke complained.\n\n\"Dude, same,\" said Bella, hand on Marie's breast. \"We should order take out.\"\n\n\"You mean I'll order take out,\" Luke said reaching for his phone.\n\n\"You know me so well, plus like I said day one, I'll pay you back in sex and stuff.\"\n\nLuke sigh. \"Yah, and you do make good on that. Can you at least not make a mess when you eat, it makes fucking on the couch kinda gross.\"\n\n\"And please no food on the bed, that's just as gross,\" Marie added, moaning.\n\nBella let out a mock huff. \"Oh the things I must give in return for our deal.\"\n\n\"Pssh, the things we give up,\" Marie said, slipping hand into Bella's panties.\n\nBella planted a kiss on Marie's cheek. \"But you love it. Think we can score with the delivery chick they have at Jade Dragon? She's like super hot, and I think she'd be a lot of fun.\"\n\nLuke hung up with the restuarant, order placed. \"Only of you can get this place cleaned up in the next ten minutes.\"\n\n\"Ugh, maybe not then,\" then she stiffened. \"Unless that was an order.\"\n\nMarie and Luke shares a glance. \"Actually it is. You have ten minites to clean this place up. And it has to be in your topless maid outfit.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Subject is up to you, but written like something you'd see in r/MenWritingWomen.
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"content": "She smelled like pure, raw, organic, free range sex. And good lord, did she look the part. She, of course, being the wilily seductress sat across from me on the otherwise empty train car. I had to be on my guard, for all I knew, she could be a femme fatale type. A Chinese spy sent to steal my idea for a new simple machine... Her asiatic, oriental, exotic, foreign, non-white almond shaped eyes clued me in that she was of the eastern persuasion.\n\n\"Why hello there, sexy sir. What's a sexy man like yourself doing alone on a train, at night?\" she asked, her crystal blue eyes staring into my soul.\n\n\"I could just as well ask the same of you...\" I took a long drag of a cigarette. \n\nShe pointed to a no-smoking sign and smugly smiled. I gave a wry chuckle and put the cig out. I guess I would be going into this one without the benefit of a cigarette. What a shame. Cigarettes are very healthy for you, especially for your lungs and heart.\n\n\"Then ask.\"\n\n\"Alright, what's a sexy sexual sex woman doing on such a train at this time of night?\"\n\n\"Peoplewatching. It's a hobby of mine.\"\n\n\"Seems a little dangerous, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"So does smoking.\" She shrugged.\n\n\"Actually, that's propaganda from the big pharma companies and the FDA. Cigarettes are objectively healthy for you.\"\n\n\"Oh really? You think I was born yesterday?\"\n\n\"A pretty little thing like yourself staying up late to watch strangers on a train? I'd say you're either as naive as they come, or you simply don't care.\"\n\n\"Don't worry big boy, I know how to handle myself.\"\n\n\"You sure?\"\n\nShe showed me her gun.\n\n\"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. Thankfully, I've never had to use it.\"\n\n\"Ya know, just showing me that thing could put you in hot water. Some people might see it as a threat.\"\n\n\"I can tell you're not intimidated by a strong woman.\"\n\nI imitated a tiger growl. She purred and uncrossed her legs, briefly flashing her black lacy lingerie, before crossing them closed again. I stalked over to her like a hungry predator, a *sexual* predator. She gave me a look that told me everything.\n\n\"So, how do you want to go about this?\"\n\n\"Just do what feels natural.\" \n\nI honked her bazoopers, her heaving bosoms, her hecka boobazoobas, her meaty melons. Her breast-flesh quivered, as if possessing a low form of sentience. Her nipples consented to my touch, and stiffened through her shirt as if to say 'more please'. I really went to town on those things. I didn't even bother taking her shirt off, I just squeezed and bounced her tits through her clothes. I was like a kid at an arcade, but I knew all the cheat codes.\n\n\"Oh my god, are you entering the Konami Code on my breasts?\" \n\n\"Yeah, aren't you engorged?\"\n\n\"Mmm...\" She bit her lips, she was definitely engorged and sopping wet, like a poorly made sponge cake. \"I'm just trying to figure out how you'll hit start, select, two player mode?\"\n\n\"Or for that matter, what I'll use the unlimited ammo for.\"\n\n\"Oh I think we *both know* what you're using the unlimited ammo for.\"\n\n\"Right! Your gun!\"\n\n\"Uh, I was going for a sexy thing. Like, I don't know, unlimited cum or something.\"\n\n\"Ah, sorry, I shoot blanks. Ever since I got a vasectomy a few years back.\"\n\n\"That's fine. I prefer diet cum anyway.\"\n\nI unsheathed my meatsword. In a testament to my ravaging appetite for sex, it was a raging 10 centimeters. She gasped in utter amazement. I'm absolutely certain she's never seen a cock so large in her entire life, and judging by the way she dresses, I bet she's seen a lot of cocks. \n\n\"May I suck it?\"\n\n\"I don't know, can you?\"\n\n\"... I said may.\"\n\n\"Oh, my joke doesn't work then.\"\n\n\"It's fine, they can't all be knockouts.\"\n\nShe slobbed on my knob like corn on the cob. She throated me, at least twice. Her eyes rolled back into her head, then back around again, then back into her head again. A couple times, until her pupils were replaced with dollar signs. Jackpot.\n\nI creamed a cream shot of cum all over her tongue, lips, teeth, roof of her mouth, gums, and inner cheeks. She gave me a surprised look. Probably surprised at how long I lasted. Then again, it's hardly a surprise, I am a sex god after all.\n\n\"Did I make you cum?\" I asked her.\n\nShe swallowed.\n\n\"I've been cumming this whole time. I'm cumming right now. Check my panties.\"\n\nI checked. By god, she was right. Her panties were full of a sweet ichor, ambrosia, a pure foamy iridescent substance that had the faint scent of vanilla. I scooped up a handful. Sugar cookies, just like how my mom used to make. I shed a single tear. I ascended to a higher form of consciousness, and realized that we're all one people sharing this earth, and that the only way forward is peace and brotherhood of man.\n\n\"Well, that was nice and all, but I have to go now.\" She smiled.\n\n\"Wait, can I get your home address so I can mail you?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I only correspond by letter.\"\n\n\"Oh. That's weird? Uh, sure, I guess.\"\n\nShe wrote down an address and handed it to me.\n\n2341 1st St. St. Blvd. apartment 240\n\nHold on, dear reader, that's my apartment!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] This Isn’t Happening
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"content": "Part 2!\n\nShe slept in the next day. Begrudgingly, she made a sandwich, then admitted she had to get groceries. There was a tiny grocer just down the way, and she could make the trip in under five minutes if she passed through the alley between her street and the next. She put on a skirt and tank top, not even bothering with a bra or panties, then slid on her beaten up Vans.\n\nThe sun made her blink against the brightness. As she walked, she enjoyed the warmth of it on her skin. She really needed to spend more time outside, doing things that weren’t work or sleep. She decided she’d start taking daily walks as she approached the entrance to the alley that would take her straight to the grocer.\n\nTrepidation filled her as she remembered her fantasy. What if it was a premonition? What if there was a man in this alley, whose knife would cut into her pale skin as his cock filled her up and made her cum? Her stomach clenched at the thought. What if she *wanted* that to happen?\n\n“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said to herself. There was no one in the alley. It was broad daylight, and she’d walked this exact path dozens of times and nothing had ever happened to her. She held her chin high and walked through the alley, keeping her gaze forward. She wouldn’t look into the shadows. She wouldn’t.\n\nShe was almost disappointed when she emerged unscathed from the alley. *There’s always the trip back,* she thought. But the voice didn’t sound like hers.\n\nShe bought her groceries, returned home, and sat in front of the TV in her bedroom, flipping through channels. Nothing was on. Groaning, she continued to look, until she landed on a horror movie. It was one she’d seen before—a little girl is haunted by a demon only she can see, and her parents don’t believe her until they see her pulled under her bed by clawed, black hands.\n\nPiper found a small amount of comfort in horror. As bad as her life got, at least she wasn’t being murdered by a vengeful ghost, or hunted down my an axe-wielding madman. Plus, since she knew what would happen, the suspense of the movie was mostly lifted. She relaxed into her pillows, content.\n\n**This is a horrible misrepresentation of my kind.**\n\nPanic flooded her. She wasn’t asleep. She wasn’t… she couldn’t move. She was facedown, only able to see one corner of her room. She didn’t remember falling asleep. She didn’t remember moving from her position.\n\nThe demon peeled away from the corner of the room, walking beyond her field of view.\n\n**We do not take children,** he continued. She could tell he was behind her now, even though his voice was in her head. **Children do not give us what we need.**\n\n*What do you need?* she found herself wondering.\n\n**Don’t you remember?**\n\nShe felt hands sliding up her bare thighs, pushing her skirt up and over her ass. She could feel herself getting wet at the sensation.\n\nThe demon inhaled deeply. **The smell of you is so potent.**\n\nShe closed her eyes. She knew what he was about to do, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. His lips and tongue pressed against her ass as he spread her legs, lifting her hips. He kissed his way across her skin, moving further inside, until he swiped his tongue over her pussy, making it clench with desire even as he groaned in satisfaction at the taste of her. His hands squeezed her ass as he leaned further forward.\n\n**We didn’t finish what we started,** he said, his tongue delving into her. It lengthened inside of her, exploring her until he found that magic spot once more. **I want you to give in to me.**\n\n*No,* she thought. But he could tell she wanted this. She asked for this. She was *begging* for this. Another pair of hands, rough-palmed and huge, snaked under her body, cupping her breasts. Her nipples hardened with the friction, and she gasped as he rolled them between his fingers, pinching and squeezing.\n\n**I want you to cum for me,** he continued, even while his tongue plunged into her. She felt a second tongue on her clit, and she could no longer contain her moans. He was going to unravel her, again, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.\n\nOr to hide how much she didn’t want it to stop.\n\n*Oh, god, yes. Fuck, just like that!*\n\nThe demon hummed with satisfaction as he found the pace and pressure that would undo her. Within moments, her pussy was pulsing and clenching around his tongue. He squeezed her tits forcefully, and a second orgasm came on the heels on the first. She shook uncontrollably, almost screaming with pleasure. Her thoughts were utterly incoherent.\n\nThe demon lifted himself up again, trailing his long tongue over her, until he was on top of her and his tongue wrapped around her throat. **I can make it sharp, if you like,** he said smugly as he began to choke her.\n\n*No,* she thought, *it’s perfect.*\n\nThe demon smirked above her as he finally slid his cock inside her. She almost came from the entry itself, and the second thrust sent her over the edge again. The demon’s hands were all over her now. Squeezing her ass, her tits, digging claws into her stomach and thighs, rubbing her clit, stroking her hair. It was a symphony of pleasure.\n\nThe demon’s cock was thick and long, and she thought she felt something as hard as bone scraping against her, but, strangely, it didn’t hurt. He pumped into her steadily, keeping a moderate speed as his cock filled and stretched her. Her entire body tingled with pleasure under his ministrations.\n\nThen, suddenly, she was facing the ceiling, and the demon was thrusting into her from beneath. His strokes were powerful and fast, and he yanked her head back by her hair as he fucked her.\n\n“Oh, fuck! Fuck!“ The roughness was such a shock that she came again, whimpering and shaking atop the shadow creature. His many hands faded away, except the one in her hair.\n\n**It is time for my pleasure, now,** he whispered in her ear.\n\nShe was delirious. She could only assent by not resisting. The demon maneuvered them so that she sat on the edge of the bed, and he stood before her. His cock rested against her lips, and she opened her mouth hungrily. She could taste herself on him, licking and sucking the tip before plunging her head forward, until his cock brushed the entrance to her throat. He laced his fingers in her hair, pulling her forward. She relaxed, allowing his cock to squeeze past the muscles in her throat. He growled in pleasure as Piper swallowed his cock willingly. But before he could cum, he pushed her away.\n\nShe looked up at him and knew instinctively what he wanted. She crawled backwards on the bed, and got on her hands and knees. He followed her, his eyes trained on her sopping wet pussy. He slid into her from behind, then pulled her up by her throat until her back was pressed against his chest.\n\n**Such a good little slave,** he said as he fucked her harder than she’d ever been fucked in her life. He slammed himself into her, and she could only moan as she reached back to grab hold of him. Her other hand slid between her thighs, rubbing her clit furiously. **That’s it,** the demon encouraged. **Cum for me again.**\n\nShe obeyed instantly, her pussy milking his thick cock as pleasure ripped through her, almost knocking her unconscious. The demon bellowed as his own orgasm hit him, his hot cum spurting into her tight, wet pussy one rope at a time. When he was finished, he released his hold on her, allowing her to slump forward onto her mattress.\n\n**Now that you’ve given in to me, you can summon me whenever you please. Wherever you please. But know that I will use you whenever I want.**\n\n“Good,” she whispered into the sheets."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He hypnotized his best friend to get intense pleasure from making him cum. The problem is, she won't let him put her back under to undo it! She's just enjoying this way, way too much!
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"content": "Sexually explicit post. This post contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. Language of post may be offensive to some readers. View at your discretion. \n\nThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 or older. \n\n-.-.-.-.-.\n\n“OK. Really. That was fun but it’s time to stop. We need to put you back to rights.” I say as I catch my breath after just climaxing across Nicki’s face. My cum still dripping down off her chin.\n\nShe’s fallen to the floor as her own climax keeps rocking her body as she says “Oh so good. So so good. I’ve never cum this hard before.”.\n\n“Nicki, did you hear me? I need to unhypnotize you.” I say as I pull my pants back up around my waist.\n\n“No. No. I want to do it again. One more time?” Nicki says as she finally is able to focus and becomes aware of her location. \n\nShe gets back up on her knees and looks down at her shirt noticing that some of my cum had fallen there before she wipes it with her hand only to make it soak in further. \n\n“I can’t believe I came so hard while being clothed and not being touched. We need to do it again.”\n\n“What? No. We really shouldn’t have done this in the first place. Never should have brought up that rumor I heard that Pavlov had conditioned his wife to climax by touching her ear, then you would have never suggested we try making you climax without touching just by making me cum as an experiment.” I say as I’m feeling nervous about what we just did.\n\nNicki and I have been childhood friends. Grew up next to each other. Always together. There were never any sexual feelings between us, I’ve always thought of her more like my sister than anything else so when she talked me into trying this I was hesitant.\n\nI won’t deny that I’ve thought about her a few times in the past when I’m laying in bed late at night, I mean I’m still a horny teenager, but it never felt like something I should do, you know?\n\nBut for some reason today I gave in. Something just said I should go for it. Maybe because I’m 18 and haven’t been with a woman before. I’ve been on plenty of dates, I’m not some socially awkward teenager, but I’ve never been able to get beyond the first few dates.\n\nSo when we were talking about Pavol’s dog for one of our classes I happened to mention that rumor I heard about his wife’s ear, and Nicki said we should try the same thing but hypnotizing her and using my own orgasm as the trigger instead of rubbing an ear.\n\n“We need to do it again. For science. To make sure it really works.” Nicki says as she places her hands on my legs looking up at me from below. “What if I take my shirt off this time?”\n\nShe does have nice tits. Some of the biggest in our class actually. I’ve always wondered what they might look like underneath her clothes.\n\n“Err.. no, no. We really should stop this before anyone else comes home. I wouldn’t want your parents seeing us like that.” I say as I try to step back but she holds me in place with her hands.\n\n“Come on. You know you want to see them. What if I also took my pants off? I’d be naked, below you, sucking your cock. Wouldn’t you like that?” She asks me as her hand starts to rub against my bulge in my pants.\n\nI can feel my cock bounce in my pants at the thought and I give in. “Fine. One more time but we have to be fast so we don’t get caught and we need to unhypnotize you afterward right away.”\n\n“Yes” she cheers in excitement as she pulls my pants open and takes my stiff eight inch cock back into her hands.\n\nShe starts to stroke me quickly, spitting on me to get me lubed up once again. Her mouth drives forward, taking my tip between her lips as she starts to bob back and forth. Her other hand was playing with my quickly filling balls.\n\nI tilt my head back as I enjoy the feeling coursing through my cock and balls. The pleasure building.\n\nShe pulls back and looks up at me, slowly stroking my cock, her eyes locking on to mine as I look down at her.\n\n“Ready to see my tits?” she asks as her other hand pulls her t-shirt up and over her head. Her beautiful perky C cup tits bouncing as the fabric releases them. Her nipples stood out hard and erect from her excitement.\n\n“Holy shit.” I say as I take in a breath at the sight. Her hand slowly stroked me as her other rubs back and forth across each breast, her eyes locked on mine watching my reaction.\n\n“I thought you might like them.” she says with a smirk as her hands drop down to her waist and start to remove her yoga pants. “And now for my pants.\n\nWithout thinking about it my own hand drifts to my cock as I start to slowly stroke as I watch her remove the last piece of clothing she was wearing. Her naked legs are revealed as she pulls them off and tosses them next to the bed.\n\nThe way she is sitting I can’t see her pussy but at the thought of her naked sex just sitting there excites me.\n\nShe smiles at me and then reaches for my cock and starts to suck on me, stroking me, as she continues to focus on my pleasure."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A normally shy gal gives a guy an enthusiastic blow-job in a semi-public place when they first meet. They live 1,000 miles apart, met online. They talk by phone for months. She once jokingly said she can’t wait to blow him when they finally meet. Then she impulsively decides to actually do it!
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"content": "When the photo of her first came through, I almost refused to believe it. \n\nSophie was gorgeous, petite all over, with long, brunette hair and big brown eyes. Creamy pale complexion, and a beautiful smile. This was supposed to be the girl who had never had a serious boyfriend?\n\nSophie sensed my hesitation and was quick to explain about how she had been super shy when she was younger, and while she had come out of her shell a little, she still only really felt comfortable talking to men online. This, along with concentrating on her studies, was the reason why. \n\nWe had met on a subreddit where people shared dirty stories. I liked her prompts, and Sophie liked the stories I had replied with. \n\nOver time, our conversation moved to the private chat feature, and then to other social media and text messages, and had culminated in us regularly masturbating together over late night phone calls, every day ending with me shooting my cum into a handful of tissues as I listened to her whimpering, moaning my name.\n\nNow I was finally travelling to meet her in person for the first time, my stomach full of nervous butterflies – what if she didn’t meet me? What if she was completely different in person, unrecognisable from her photos?\n\nOur conversation was so comfortable and easy online and in our calls, but there was always the fear that somehow she wouldn’t like me when she saw me for real. \n\nI tried to push those feelings down, ignore them. I had Sophie’s picture as the background on my phone, so when I glanced to check the time, I couldn’t help but smile.\n\nI had messaged that I was less than 15 minutes away but had got no reply. “she’s probably already on her way here, no need to worry” is what I kept telling myself, but I felt those nagging doubts all the same. Now I was on the train platform, watching the train pull away, and no sign of Sophie, and those doubts started to bite a little harder.\n\nThat’s when she hit me. Almost literally. From out of nowhere this bundle of energy jumped into my arms, all her limbs wrapped around me, peppering my face with excited kisses.\n\n“it’s you! I can’t believe you’re really here!”\n\nHer English was impeccable, but still tinged with hints of her local accent, and somehow that only endeared her to me even more. Sophie’s soft skin against mine, the warmth of her embrace. I was 1000 miles from where I lived, but I felt like I was finally home.\n\n“I can’t believe it either” I smiled “but I am so happy to finally meet you for real”.\n\nSophie’s eyes met mine, wide and excited. She was trembling all over, like she physically could not contain her excitement.\n\n“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long” she began “I wanted it to be so romantic, just perfect in every way…”\n\nMy heart sank. I could sense there was a “but” coming. I cuddled her again, a reassuring rub of her arm, encouraging her to say what she needed to say. I expected it to hurt, whatever it was.\n\n“but… if I don’t get your dick in my mouth in the next five minutes, I think I’m going to lose my mind”\n\nI couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I had feared she was going to tell me she already had a boyfriend, or that she was no longer attracted to me. I hadn’t expected to hear that at all! \n\nEven all those times we’d had phone sex, she could be so nervous, so hesitant. She enjoyed it most when I took charge and described scenarios for her, something that would get us both off.\n\nThere was that shy smile again, but a definite hint of mischief to her face.\n\n“I’m serious! It’s been all I can think about for weeks…”\n\nWhat could I say? I could hardly pretend that I hadn’t dreamed of this myself. I nodded, eagerly.\n\n“but, where?”\n\nSophie took my hand and whispered, “follow me”."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] In which Cosmo muses about writing good prompts (and why we should write submissions for them)
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"content": "The interesting thing is that although we've had discussions on what makes a good prompt before, I don't think that other people have been quite so vehement about keeping the prompt as open as possible. In fact, u/thenecroticpresident said almost the opposite. So what that says to me is that although there might be some general principles with regards to a good prompt, each writer really has their own favorite kind of prompts.\n\nFWIW, I completely agree with your train prompts. I could absolutely write a story about fucking on a train. I get to choose the type of train (Shinkansen? Subway train? American commuter rail? Step back to the 1830's? Step forward a few hundred years?), the type of partners, and the type of sex.\n\nI can't respond to the second one, but not for the reason you said. I bet I could respond to a very specific prompt, perhaps even one which dictated the emotional content of the scene, as long as it were consistent with the kinds of things that I like to read and write about. I don't find big tits particularly sexy, so I've never responded to a prompt which requires them. (Perhaps I should change that. A first time for everything and all!) I don't think embarrassment is particularly sexy, either, and finally, I don't really like the concept of being forced to be naked and this leading to sex.\n\nOn the other hand, I could probably write a story where the prompt is \"You never thought you'd get the best blowjob of your life from a stranger in a Shinkansen bathroom.\"\n\nFor a while, I thought that the best prompts contained a hook and a twist. A hook being a general concept that at least some people are into, a trope, a setting, even a type of character or sex act. A twist being your take on it. Something which gives that hook meaning. The hook could be a cowgirl, a catboy, a magical portal Fleshlight, a succubus, or even just a boy next door. The twist could be bringing it to outer space, or adding some sort of spell or contract, or even just a trigger for a meet-cute like a pie-baking contest. I wrote more about that [here](https://www.reddit.com/user/Klutzy_Internet_4716/comments/xo4c2l/the_hook_and_the_twist_my_theory_on_a_good_prompt/). I also think that this is more or less consistent with u/thenecroticpresident's discussion about constraints vs. possibilities [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/zzxxus/meta_the_undead_guys_tips_to_writing_good_smutty/).\n\nThe problem with this is that that's not really consistent with the way this sub has historically behaved. The top-rated text prompt of all time here is [just a portal fleshlight](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/at4b1k/wp_the_fleshlight_you_bought_is_unbeknownst_to/).\n\nSo although I do generally agree with both you and u/thenecroticpresident, I'm not sure it's all for the reason you say. Perhaps the easiest prompts for me to respond to are just the ones to which I can write an answer I like, regardless of how you would characterize the prompt."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Sell a new sex toy idea like it was a daytime informercial. Bonus points for including "But wait, there's more!" or "There has to be an easier way!"
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"content": "\"Hello everybody! I’m Elizabeth Harker, star of such films as “House of Slaanesh” and ”Return to Sogo”, but today I’m here to tell you about a remarkable new invention.”\n\n“You see… Hngf!... until now. The only way to… Huf!... properly restrain yourself, involved inhuman amounts of hand coordination and flexibility… Umph!... and let's not even talk about trying to make it while gagged.”\n\n\"Time and effort invested with, let's be honest, quite discouraging results”. She said, as she let go off the rope, which swiftly slipped down her body. “But that’s all changed, thanks to The Auto-Rope, the future of Self-Bondage... Today!So let's give a round of applause to its inventor, Doctor Viktor Cosmia.”\n\n[Cue to Oddly artificial clapping sounds]\n\n“Thank you Liz! Thank you everybody! Today I am very happy to be able to show you the future of Self-Bondage, and as you can see, I have a standard Auto-Rope here with me: 50 feet long, stronger than nylon, light as jute, and as practical as hemp. It's no surprise if I tell you, this is truly the pinnacle of a lifetime's work.”\n\n“Liz! When I was backstage, I couldn't help but watch your calamitous attempt at Self-Bondage with a regular hemp rope. Now, would you be willing to give it a go using the Auto-Rope?”\n\n“I don’t know Doc, the Auto-Rope surely is prettier, but are you sure it’ll make any difference? I really don’t wanna make a fool of myself twice in a row.” Elizabeth said in a pout.\n\n“Don’t you worry Liz! All you have to do is stay still while I place the Auto-Rope at your feet… and now, you just gotta shout a type of tie or harness and the Auto-Rope will do the rest.”\n\n“Oh! Okay then, let’s see… Gote Shibari!!!”\n\n“The Auto-Rope shall give you plenty of time to put on a gag or mask before it begins its magic. Can you see it moving? Don't worry, he’ll be climbing up your leg in no time!”\n\n“As you can see it is clearly capable of doing its job, no matter how intricate or complex the knots required. Just look at the beautifully woven flower patterns it's forming on Liz's back! And how are you feeling Liz?”\n\n“You really have left me speechless Doc, there is no point of comparison between last time and this. Not only does it look, and feel, amazing, but boy was it fast!”\n\n“But that’s not all Liz! Would you be a dear and struggle a bit?”\n\n“Oh!... Oh My! What’s happening now?!”\n\n“For those more adventurous, the Auto-Rope can vary its feel and texture, as can be seen in these small spikes that are beginning to form.”\n\n“You… Hngf!... continue to impress me Doctor, but... how does one get out of... this?”\n\n“Oh, of course. When play time's over, the Auto-Rope will let go as soon as it’s ordered...”\n\n\"O-Okay then, Release!!” \n\n“...but not without a bang. For when untangling it, it will be sure to thoroughly rub, scrape and knead the surface on which it is mounted.”\n\n“Mmmpphhh.. Mmmmm… mhm, Mmhmhm... ngh!”\n\n“Order now and receive as a gift this beautiful hand-illustrated booklet of the best-known knots and harnesses so that you too can start enjoying your own Auto-Rope as soon as it arrives. Do NOT think twice and order now!!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: {Incest} You are the only one who can break your sister’s curse. All you have to do is spend the night with her.
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"content": "[Contains breast expansion and lactation]\n\nAmy and Alex got along wonderfully... sometimes. Well, usually. Okay, occasionally at best. But when things were going well for the two twin siblings, they were going great. \n\nOver the summer in their sophomore year of college, they went on a camping trip just the two of them. They bickered like crazy in the car; Amy wanted to put on the latest Taylor Swift album and shout (what she did couldn't really be considered 'singing') along to her idol, her long, blonde hair flapping in the wind from the passenger window that was always rolled down.\n\nAlex, much to his sister's chagrin, liked to listen to showtunes. Hades Town, Hamilton, Les Mis, the works. If he knew the lyrics to it, he'd be (actually) singing along and keeping rhythm by tapping on his toned thigh, he occasionally even made up some new harmonies that, more often than not, sounded pretty alright.\n\nAlex said that the driver should get to pick the music, Amy, of course, hated driving, but still whined that it wasn't fair, \"I'm still stuck in the same car as you, dumbass!\"\n\nAlex rolled his eyes and conceded, \"Fine, it's not like I can get enjoy 'Waving Through a Window' with you complaining anyway.\"\n\nHe glanced down at his phone to disconnect from their shared Bluetooth speaker (buying a car with a Bluetooth stereo in college? Are you crazy?) and idly noticed his sister's yellow tank top struggling to contain her D cups on a particularly bumpy stretch of backwoods road.\n\nAgainst his rational judgment, he was distracted by that view longer than he anticipated and his head jerked back up to the road when he heard, \"ALEX WATCH O-\" and loud *thud*. Alex slammed on the brakes and saw splintered wood scattered about a yard dotted with intricate wooden carvings.\n\nA horse with the head of a raven, a stump with an image of the moon etched into it, and myriad other strange works of art.\n\n\"What did I hit?\" Alex asked, parking the car. They both stepped out to examine the damage.\n\n\"I don't know, it looks like a... Fox? Maybe?\" Amy shrugged and rolled a splintered piece of wood with her foot that looked vaguely like a fox's head.\n\n\"What in the seven realms happened here?!?\" shouted the person who almost certainly owned this lawn and the destroyed statue.\n\nThe twins were so busy taking in the lawn decorations that they didn't notice the weirdness of the house itself. It was made almost entirely of black wood and brick and the front porch was full of glass and metal sculptures of birds, plants, and bugs.\n\nThe owner of the abode was a woman in probably her mid-40s wearing very large glasses and a deep purple robe with wide sleeves. Her neck and fingers were covered in so much jewelery it caused Amy to squint when the sun hit just right.\n\n\"I, um, I'm really sorry ma'am,\" Alex yelled over the six wind chimes on the property, \"I got distracted for a second and I didn't notice your, um, your...\" he glanced down at the splinters at his feet.\n\n\"Your fox!\" Amy finished for him.\n\n\"Yeah, your fox, and I feel downright terrible here, I have some cash on me, do you, um, do you sell these? How much would it be to reimburse you?\"\n\nAlex rifled through his wallet for any large bills he could find but only came up with $30.\n\n\"Will this cover it?\" he waved the cash over his head and strided toward the house.\n\n\"Money cannot buy the soul of a lost friend, trespasser.\" the woman glared at Alex who froze in his tracks and gulped.\n\n\"Each of these figures houses a spirit of a loved one, each one hand-carved with care and dedication. You have destroyed the one that was home to my beloved cow, Myrna.\"\n\n\"That was a *cow*?\" Amy asked too loudly.\n\nThe eccentric woman stared daggers at the rude, busty blond.\n\n\"You vandalize my property and proceed to insult my craftsmanship, *you disobedient cow!* Your boyfriend here wouldn't have been distracted if you weren't wearing such heinous attire!\"\n\nAmy and Alex shot each other an awkward glance, \"Um, we're not-\"\n\nThe wind picked up and the woman raised her voice, \"If you like being such a callous, slutty miscreant, then you'll get what you deserve!\"\n\nThe chimes were clanging and the wind was roaring. Dark clouds rolled in out of nowhere, but all Amy could say to her brother was, \"Why the hell does everyone think we're a couple?\"\n\nThe twins were too scared to move, but wanted to get out of the rain that started to pour. They scurried to the porch and we're extra careful not to knock anything over.\n\n\"What the fuck is that crazy old lady doing?\" Amy asked, shivering in her damp top.\n\n\"I dont know, maybe she's rolling bones or something.\"\n\n\"Why the hell couldn't you just have watched the road?\"\n\n\"I wouldn't have had to look down if you weren't so stubborn about the music!\"\n\n\"All you had to do was pause it! That takes less than a second! But you were looking at your phone *forever*, Alex!\"\n\n\"I got distracted, I don't know-\"\n\n\"Distracted by what? Don't tell me she was actually right, you fucking perv...\"\n\n\"No! I saw a notification and-\"\n\nAlex was saved by the door flinging open. She was even scarier up close. She extended a bony, ring-adorned hand clutching a red envelope.\n\n\"Your money will not be accepted, but take this and your debt will be considered paid.\n\nAlex pocketed his wallet and reach for the card.\n\n\"NOT you,\" she flicked her wrist and directed the card to Amy.\n\n\"Take this, but don't open it until you're far from me.\"\n\nAmy nervously took the envelope and felt a spark when it touched her skin.\n\nThe woman's grimace turned into a smile all too quickly. \"Thank you, dear. Now that that's all squared away, I hope you two lovebirds have a wonderful camping trip!\"\n\n\"But we're not-\" They said in unison as the door slammed shut.\n\nThey looked at each other uncertainly before mutually agreeing that getting the hell out of there was probably the best call. They stepped out from the porch and braced for rain that didn't come. They looked up and saw a clear blue sky.\n\n\"What the actual fuck?\" Alex stood in the middle of the yard, his wet V neck outlining his lean-yet-toned upper body. He was staring, dumbfounded at the abrupt change in the weather. A bird sang as it flew across his field of view.\n\n\"I'm getting out of here, this is insane.\"\n\nAmy started dashing to the car and Alex soon followed. The brother sped as safely as he could on the rough dirt roads.\n\nThey didn't play any music all the way to their cabin. \"Camping\" was just their way of saying, \"Rent an AirBnB and be in the woods for a weekend\"\n\nThey hurriedly unpacked their bikes, kayak, and their suitcases. The cabin sat atop a small hill in a clearing. Enough firewood for two months was stacked along the southern wall. A firepit was in the backyard. Through the trees, the twenty-year-olds could barely see the glimmer of a gorgeous blue lake just a quarter mile away.\n\nThey wanted to take in the sights, but the anticipation of just what that letter contained was too much to bear. They went inside and took adjacent seats at an ornately-carved oak dining table.\n\nThe red envelope tore open to reveal white parchment inside, like lips parting into a devilish grin.\n\nAmy unfolded the note and Alex silently read over her shoulder;\n\n\"Dearest trespasser,\n\nI hope I didn't scare you earlier. I don't often meet new people so I like to put on a show, so to speak. Those effigies in my yard were $10 a pop on Etsy. The looks on your faces was all the recompense I needed!\n\nI didn't want to sour the mood for such a cute couple for no reason, though. So the \"curse\" I put on you was indeed real. Just so you're not freaking out this weekend, your breasts-\"\n\n\"Oh, what the fuck?!?\" Amy crumpled the note up.\n\n\"Hey! I wasn't done reading that!\"\n\n\"Good. That bitch is a fucking pervert and we should call the cops.\"\n\n\"Woah, it seemed like it was just a prank, it's not like whatever is going to happen to your breasts-\"\n\n\"Oh god, how far did you read?\" Amy's face went white and she covered her chest instinctively.\n\n\"I- um, I just read up to the word 'breasts'.\"\n\nAmy glanced at the crumpled note and breathed a sigh of relief.\n\n\"Alright, that's fine. I'm going to put this in my bag and never look at it again. I'd burn it if I couldn't use it as evidence against that nut job in court...\"\n\nAlex could see her face getting redder as her mood shifted from fear to embarrassment.\n\n\"Its okay, Amy, that's fine by me. Let's pretend that whole thing never happened.\" he grabbed a pair of backpacks. \"I could go for a nice walk after all that driving, wanna check out the trails?\"\n\nAmy smiled and slowly lowered her arms, inadvertently revealing her cleavage. She brushed a lock of golden hair behind her ear and nodded.\n\nAlex didn't see where her sister stowed the note, but he told himself it wasn't important. Despite that, he couldn't help but start compiling a list of possible hiding spots he could check if, for some reason, she changed her mind. The car was a solid choice, it couldn't be left here when they went home. Her own bag, maybe in a pocket of some shorts she wears a lot.\n\nWhen they were both ready to go, their choice of items to bring could charitably be called 'complementary'.\n\nAlex looked ready to win Survivor. In his pack he had his phone, two bottles of water, a bear whistle, a small canister of bear mace, insect repellent, sunscreen, a lighter, and a bag of granola. He wore cargo shorts, sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat, knee-high socks, hiking boots, and the same dark V neck he had on earlier.\n\nAmy was well-versed at camping, but knew her brother was going to pack enough stuff to ensure their survival. She had on short shorts, her same yellow tank top with bra straps showing, sunglasses, a yellow sun hat, tennis shoes, ankle socks, and not much else. She had a digital camera draped around her neck, a selfie stick, and a bag of emergency makeup.\n\n\"Amy, I thought you learned your lesson from last time, your legs are going to get bit to pieces, put on longer socks or longer shorts.\"\n\n(end of part 1)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: {Incest} You’ve found your sister’s only fans, and you’ve figured out when she streams. You decide to mess with her a little bit.
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"content": "(Contains incest, breast expansion, bimbofication, reality warping, non-con changes, transformation, etc.)\n\n(Part 1)\n\nBen had finally cracked the code. Well, he'd cracked open an arcane tome, made a deal with a demon, et cetera et cetera, so on and so forth. Long story short, he had the ability to make a casual game of \"would you rather\" much more interesting.\n\nHe tried it out on one of his classmates in the library just a week ago. He asked, \"Would you rather have naturally blonde hair or naturally red hair?\"\n\nRebecca wanted to say that she loved her brunette locks already and wouldn't change them for the world, but the magic of Ben's question forced her to make a choice.\n\n\"R-red, I guess... What just happened here, exactly? That was really w-\"\n\nShe froze when she felt a tingle through her scalp. She pulled a lock of brunette hair in front of her face and watched as a cascade of deep red washed over it.\n\n\"What the fuck? How did you...?\"\n\nBen just smiled in awe as Rebecaa gathered her things and made a hasty retreat. No one word believe her story, the changes were imperceptible to anyone other other than Ben and the recipient of the 'would you rather' proposals.\n\nAfter she left, Ben pulled out his phone and texted Rebecca, \"Would you rather send me a picture of yourself topless or venmo me $200?\"\n\nAfter a moment, Rebecca has sent a selfie of her in her dorm room with an arm covering her bare chest. It was quickly followed by, \"I'm blocking your number, never talk to me again or I'll mace you.\"\n\n\"Excellent,\" Ben thought, \"It works through text, too.\"\n\nNormally Ben wasn't the type of college Junior to look into the occult, but a combination of a lucky tip from a conspiracy theorist/'witch' and the discovery that his little sister, Ashley, had an onlyfans... Well, he knew better than to pass up a golden opportunity.\n\nFrom what he saw, she streamed from her private dorm room from 6 to 10 e ery Friday on top of the near-daily updates with photos, videos, etc.\n\nBen daydreamed through his remaining classes that afternoon, even taking time to jot down some fun questions he could pose for Ashley later.\n\nHe knew he could cheat the system with questions like, 'Would you rather suck your brother's cock and spit or suck his cock and swallow?' but that took the fun out of it. He wanted her to have least some agency as she traveled down the winding road of transformation and corruption.\n\nTime trudged like it was waist-deeo in quicksand, but finally six o' clock rolled around. Ben was in his own private dorm, door locked, blinds drawn, and his notebook full of ideas ready and rearing to go.\n\nBen was one of about two dozen viewers who were online before Ashley (or PrittyKitty03, as her fans knew her) started the stream.\n\nThe countdown timer ended and Ben was greeted with his sister's cute 20-year-old face framed by her short brunette hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a low-cut black tank top and padded bra that was doing its best to show off her 32B cups.\n\nAtop her head sat a pair of fake white cat ears. The rest of her body was out of the frame, but in the background was her pink bedspread with an abundance of pillows and fairy lights.\n\n\"Hey everyone, thank you early birds for joining! I'm happy to see some familiar faces here! Hey J, hi Cocopuff!\" She blew a kiss to the camera, \"Oh, and some new people, hello, hello! I won't call you out, I don't want to make anyone nervous or on the spot. If you like being a wallflower, then more power to you! All fans are welcome here.\"\n\nBen started typing as she greeted some of the more active chatters. He needed a way to make sure she couldn't just shut the stream off and leave like how Rebecca did earlier.\n\n\"Hi Kitty! Out of curiosity, would you rather stream until your usual time on camera the whole time, or would you rather stream for an extra two hours tonight but with three five-minute breaks?\"\n\nAshley read the question aloud and paused, unsure of what to make of the compulsion to answer. “Well, if I had to pick, I'd say going for four hours straight would be a lot, I'd take the six hour stream with some breaks.\"\n\nAshley looked puzzled as her stream title changed to “Midnight special - Six hours of sexiness! <3\"\n\n\"Huh, weird... Wait, oh no, hang on, I'm gonna take the stream down for one quick second, I think I might have gotten hacked...\"\n\nAs she hovered her mouse over the 'go offline' button, she physically couldn't press it. She was compelled to stream for the agreed upon amount of time.\n\n\"Huh, I... I think I can do this with the stream up, actually, give me one sec... Did anyone else see my title change?\"\n\nAshley fiddled with some settings while her chat replied with the expected remarks;\n\n\"Nope, same title as before.\"\n\n\"I only c 'midnight spec' (Mobil btw)\"\n\nAshley read half a dozen messages saying something similar and replied, \"Huh, I guess I forgot that I was already doing a six hour stream... Weird. Well, either way, we're going to have a ton of fun tonight, everyone!\"\n\nBen typed up another message, making sure to only address it to his sister so that no one else in the chat was compelled.\n\n\"'Hey Kitty',\" she real aloud, \"Oh, this is from BigTalker again, we love a newcomer who isn't shy, welcome! 'Would you rather...' you really like these questions, don't you? If that's your kink, I'm not here to judge, I'm here to deliver.\" She winked at the camera, \"'Would you rather have sapphire blue eyes or emerald green eyes?' Oh, this is tough, I really like my brown eyes, though... But since that's not an option, I really like blue, I'll say 'sapphire blue'.\"\n\nAshley's irises slowly faded into a lighter and lighter brown as that pigment was removed. Ashley caught it on her camera feed and her eyes went wide. She leaned into the camera to get a better view. Her eye, now nearly taking up the whole screen, filled with a blue hue that seemed to radiate from the pupil.\n\n\"Okay, um, did y'all just see that? That was freaky, I swear I'm not wearing trick contacts or anything!\"\n\nThe chat was filled with questions marks and one viewer stating, \"You've always had blue eyes lol, are you high?\"\n\n\"No, I haven't, they were brown a second ago, hang on...\" She pulled up some photos of herself from her only fans page. A shot of her laying on her bed with fake cat paw gloves.\n\n\"See? Brow-oh my god.\"\n\nAshley's blue eyes were staring back at her in the photo.\n\n\"This isn't real, what the fuck?\"\n\nA pair of audience members when back and forth;\n\n\"You pick the eye color you already have, and then pretend you had brown eyes? What fetish is this called?\"\n\n\"Gaslighting?\"\n\n\"I guess so... This is new.\"\n\nAshley stopped sharing the photo and was breathing heavily, \"No, this isn't an act, I'm... I'm not sure what's happening. Is there, like, a gas leak or something?\"\n\n\"You're fine, Kitty! Probably just overheated, take your shirt off and cool down...\"\n\nAshley did her best to stay calm and focus, but she was definitely rattled. Ben figured she could use something to help stabilize.\n\n\"'Would you rather-' Oh here we go again,\" She didn't want to read it, but she had to, “'Would you rather be a ditsy, long-haired blonde or have nipples so sensitive that you could cum just from having them sucked on?' Oh, wow... Um...\"\n\nAshley pondered carefully. She was beginning to think that what she picked actually mattered.\n\n\"Well, I'm already pretty ditsy, so I think I'd rather go blonde.\"\n\nHer hair lengthened before it changed color. She now looked a little lost and confused as her baseline facial expression. Ashley's brunette hair stopped growing at her mid-back before it changed color in a waterfall of gold.\n\n\"Oh... Like... This is really pretty,\" She stroked her new luscious hair, \"but I'm still totally freaked out by all this. I think someone is like fucking with me or something... BigTalker, what is your deal?\"\n\nBen had to act fast. He definitely didn't want to get banned from her chat out of the gate.\n\n\"'Would you ra-' No, please! What is your deal?\" Her words came out more slowly, like she had to work harder to read them out.\n\n\"'Would you rather let me have complete moderation and control over your stream or give me your personal phone number and let me ask you questions over text?'\"\n\nAshley's eyes went wide and she reluctantly said, \"God, fine, I guess I'd let you moderate, these questions are fucking me up, but the idea of you doing this to me off stream? No fucking thank you, weirdo...\"\n\nBen's only fans streaming window gained a lot more functionality and he knew he was safe from a ban now. Ashley couldn't stop streaming and she couldn't stop him from asking questions. Perfect.\n\nAshley, at this point, was basically ignoring the other viewers who were deeply confused, \"Why are you making me pick between such weird options? Like, why can't I pick between a new car and a pile of money or something?\"\n\nBen frowned. Maybe he was being too mean. He didn't want to make her life miserable, just to have some fun.\n\nHe asked a new question, “'Would you rather divulge a sexual fantasy that couldn't happen in real life, or be bisexual?' Huh... That's a toughie, but I think being fully bi would be dope, I'd be into, like, twice as many people!\"\n\nShe twirled a lock of blonde hair around her finger, thinking about the possibilities. “Yeah,\" she smiled, \"More questions like that, please!\"\n\n\"More questions?\" Ben thought, \"Happily.\"\n\nHe flipped to a new page of his notebook.\n\n\"Guys, you're seriously making me feel crazy, I swear I was NOT bi before! Wait, it's in my OF profile? No freakin way!\"\n\nThe chat was a mixed bag. Some were finding the new Ashley entertaining, others were irked that the focus seemed to be on Ben. \n\n\"How much is BigTalker paying you to put on this act? Is this a new tier?\"\n\n\"No, there's no act, no tier, I swear, you guys! Something really really, like, REALLY weird is going on... Oh no, here they go again... 'Would you rather...'\"\n\n(end of part 1)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's Saturday night, you're a little tipsy, and you find yourself in the infamous bar bathroom. On the wall in fading sharpie reads, "For a good time call..." with a cell number. Against your better judgment, you give it a ring...
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"content": "\"For a good time, call 303-499-7111 ;)\"\n\nI squint. A number, in the women's room? I wipe myself and point my phone at it. \"Phone, dial that number... I ain't typing it.\"\n\n\"_Dialing Fort Collins, Colorado_\"\n\nHmmm.\n\nThe call connected. \"At the tone, 3 hours, 40 minutes, Coordinated Universal Time. _Doot. Doot. Doot. DING_\"\n\n\"Ohhhh, I get it,\" I said. \"It's that atomic clock. Very clever. You certainly gave me a good time.\"\n\n\"_Doot. Doot. Doot._\" It continued beeping every second.\n\n\"Well, what are you wearing, Miss Universal Time?\"\n\n\"_Doot. Do-_ **click** Just a bra and panties, Miss 415 Area Code. ... What are _you_ wearing?\"\n\nI flushed. \"Uhhh crop top and short shorts? Well, they're around my ankles... someone wrote your number in this bathroom stall.\"\n\n\"Oh?~ So if I was in the stall with you, would I be seeing a cock or pussy between your legs?\"\n\n\"It's a pussy. She's a little wet... I'm pretty drunk and your voice is turning me on, Miss Universal~\"\n\n\"Aww, good~ I like making cute girls squirm. If you don't mind staying on the line, I'm going to play with my own pussy while we talk.\"\n\nI heard a lock clicking on the other end.\n\n\"I keep these vibrating balls in my desk in case I get bored working nights.\" I faintly hear a _rrrrr_ when she turns on the balls. Then it fades away. \"If you're drunk in a public bathroom stall, you must be at a bar. How old are you, Miss 415?\"\n\n\"23.\"\n\n\"Mm, I remember my 20s. Do you like older women?\"\n\n\"Yeah...\" I replied. \"I watch a lot of MILF porn actually.\"\n\n\"Good~\" she cooed. \"I like talking to younger girls. If we were together, would you like to see my body?\"\n\n\"I would..\" I laughed. \"Sometimes it's hard not to stare at people, you know?\"\n\n\"Right?\" she laughed back at me. \"Well, I'm something of an exhibitionist, honey, you can stare all day. At my long legs... my tan lines, and my cleavage. It makes me hot when little 20-something girls are into me. What do you look like under those clothes, sweetie?\"\n\n\"I'm a little overweight to be honest. Kinda short.\"\n\n\"I bet your skin is soft, then,\" She said.\n\n\"Y-Yeah. I have fat girl tits, you know, it's the only positive,\" I focus, trying to be sexy. \"I like looking up at tall women.\"\n\n\"Does it make you feel a little submissive?\"\n\n\"mhm.\"\n\n\"So you wouldn't be embarrassed if, say... We were out on a date in our slutty outfits, and I pulled us against a wall right on the street, and forced you to suck on my nipples?\"\n\nI blushed. \"I'd be embarrassed, but I'd like it.\"\n\nOn the other end, she took a drag from a vape pen. \"That's a good girl.\"\n\n\"Would you pet my hair while I suck on your breasts?\" I asked her.\n\n\"Sure thing, sweetheart. I'd love to have a cute, soft little girl worshiping my body~ You could even call me Mommy if you're into that.\"\n\nI felt my clit throb. \"I'm totally into that. ... Mommy~\"\n\n\"Tell you what, Miss 415... I've got a long weekend coming up. Can you put a number in your phone? I wanna talk to you sober.\"\n\n\"Of course!\"\n\n\"It's 303-555-1234. Let's figure something out~\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When you bought backstage tickets to your favorite alt female rock star, the last thing you expected was the tickets to include access to her body as well…
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"content": "\n\"I mean, what kind of access?\" I gulped, nervously. I was expecting a handshake, maybe have her sign my phone case, not, uh, full body access.\n\n\"Do I have to lay it out?\" Ashley downed another beer, her makeup was a mess from the gig but she still looked incredible. \"No unexpected anal, and if you're into that you better tell me now so I can prep. And no anal to vagina. Other than that, go wild.\"\n\n\"Uh, what's the catch?\" I was still not sure about this, as tempting as it was, \"Am I being recorded? Is this some kind of prank?\"\n\n\"Look, you paid ten grand for this, I'm trying to make it worth your while. If you want a handshake and a selfie that's perfectly fine by me, too.\" She looked a bit impatient as if she was used to the usual fan flustered with the prospect of a one-night stand with her, and I was disrupting the usual flow of things. But hell, I hadn't expected this at all. My head spun and I fumbled for something sensible to say.\n\n\"Well, uh,\" I stammered, taking a moment to collect my thoughts, \"I paid to meet you, 'cause you're my idol, y'know? You're the reason I started playing the guitar. I kinda just wanted to talk about music, maybe get some tips, y'know? I thought it was just your, like, regular rate.\"\n\nShe stared at me for a moment, her green eyes wide with surprise. Then she started to laugh, a genuine, hearty laugh. \"Well shit,\" she managed to get out between fits of laughter, \"you're cute, you know?\"\n\n\"Really?\" I was more than a little taken aback.\n\n\"Yep,\" she said, wiping her eyes and giving me a toothy grin, \"You know what, a bit of a special for you, lover boy. I'll sing 'Healing Through War' as we fuck.\"\n\n\"Holy shit!\" I exclaimed, taken aback. This was escalating quickly and, while I was flattered, it was far from the night I'd envisioned.\n\nWhile I was still dumbfounded, she undressed. Her petite body glistening under the backstage lights, and even in the midst of the craziness, I couldn't help but admire her. She was as raw and as real as her music, unabashedly herself.\n\nShe strutted over to a chair and grabbed her guitar. \"All right then, let's get this show on the road.\" She winked at me, strumming the opening chords to \"Healing Through War\". The music echoed around the dressing room, a private concert just for me. \"Well? Chop chop. Strip off. Get your cock ready.\"\n\nI shrugged awkwardly, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this - Ashley was my idol, after all, and seeing her like this, all bare and inviting, was doing all kinds of things to my heart rate.\n\nSlowly, I began to peel off my shirt, my movements shaky as I tried to keep my composure. Her gaze was steady on me, encouraging and teasing all at once, and it gave me the confidence to go through with it.\n\n\"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes,\" she murmured, her eyes scanning me appreciatively.\n\nShe draped her legs on the armrest, revealing herself to me, down to the last detail, while she lay back on the chair, strumming on the guitar as she started humming, \"We were entangled, two hearts on the edge...\"\n\n\"Uh, sorry, can I eat you out?\"\n\n\"Yes, yes. Shut up and get to work,\" she resumed the song, \"A love... that burned too bright, pushed us to the ledge...\"\n\nWith a nervous nod, I shuffled forward. Taking a deep breath, I leaned in, my heart hammering in my chest as my tongue tentatively met her folds. She tasted like sweat and raw womanhood, an intoxicating mix that left me dizzy. At the first touch, she let out a low, appreciative hum, her fingers strumming on the guitar creating an absurd yet fitting background score to our intimate moment.\n\n\"We danced in the darkness... ahh... the quarrels so intense... hmmm\" she moaned out the lyrics, her voice slightly shaky as I continued my exploration. Her body started to undulate, moving rhythmically to the song and the sensation. I couldn't believe the situation I was in, servicing my rock idol while she played one of my favorite songs.\n\nI carried on, alternating between soft kisses and gentle licks, doing my best to read her body. I took my time, wanting to savor every second, every hitch in her breath, every moan that escaped her lips.\n\n\"Healing... hnng... through war.. a twisted harmony... yes, suck my clit, lost... in... ahh... the fighting...\" her singing was punctuated by raspy moans and ragged breaths, the words of her song turned into a soundtrack to our raw, backstage rendezvous. I obeyed, focusing my attention on the sensitive bud, sending shudders rippling through her body.\n\n\"Fuck, grab a condom. I'm ready.\" she stopped her song for a bit, pointing at the row of shiny wrappers. My heart was thumping. I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my life, but there was also a kind of wild excitement coursing through my veins.\n\n\"Alright, uh, sure,\" I fumbled with the foil packet, my fingers slipping in my haste. A few heartbeats later, I was sliding the condom on, my gaze never leaving her body sprawled in front of me.\n\n\"Here goes?\" I positioned myself at her entrance. She simply smirked, her fingers returning to her guitar as she began to strum again, \"Drawn to the quarrels... finding twisted peace... Oohhh fuuuck,\" Her gasp hitched in her throat, her song breaking off as I filled her. She felt tight, warm, and a rush of pleasure coursed through me as I began to move. Slow at first, then picking up the pace as she started to move with me.\n\n\"Learning... to let go... fuck, forget it,\" she dropped her guitar and wrapped her arms around my neck, \"Keep... going... like that...\"\n\nHer words of encouragement sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't help but pick up the pace. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. The combination of her voice, the heat of her body against mine, the scent of her skin - it was all so much, so overwhelming.\n\nHer eyes, glazed with lust, bore into mine as I continued my rhythm. In response, I thrust deeper into her, eliciting a gasp and a moan that sent shivers down my spine. I clung to the moment, wanting it to last, wanting to remember every bit of it.\n\n\"Wait,\" she grabbed my arm, signaling for me to pause, \"You sit here. I wanna be on top.\"\n\n\"Uh, alright,\" I said, finding my voice. I pulled out carefully and switched place with her. She turned around, her hips swaying as she showed off her back side. A few tattoos here and there, some was familiar because of my poster of her on the wall. \n\nWith a smirk over her shoulder, she backed off on me, sinking down onto me with a sultry moan. The sight of her, with her head thrown back in pleasure, was enough to make me dizzy. I watched as her slender back flexed and moved, guiding herself along my length.\n\n“Oh... fuck... that's it...\" Her words were cut short by her breaths, heavy and shallow. Her body gyrated on top of me, her figure I knew all too well from her performances on stage, only now it was even more raw, even more intense.\n\nI held her by the hips and thrust up, trying to match her rhythm, but it was hard to keep up. \"Fuck, you're so tight,\" I panted, my voice strangled in my throat. I could see her biting her lip, her eyes fluttering shut, as she grinded herself against me.\n\n\"Heh, thanks?\" She grabbed my hands, guiding them to her perky breasts. I fondled them as she sank down on me, again and again. My pinch on her nipples caused her to cry out, her body shaking above mine. \"Oh, fuck, right there,\" she gasped, her voice echoing around the dressing room.\n\n\"Almost. There.\" she bounced, chasing her climax. Her hair whipped around her face as she moved, the beads of sweat on her skin shining under the low light. Her fingers tightened around mine on her breasts, squeezing in rhythm with her thrusts. I could feel my own climax building, coiling in my stomach as she continued to ride me.\n\nHer rhythm became sporadic, her breath hitched, and her body tensed. \"Ahhh!\" Her voice was almost a scream as she threw her head back, her legs quivering, body convulsing in waves of pleasure.\n\nI couldn't hold it anymore, and with a few more thrust, I climaxed with her, spilling into the condom. I gasped out, my body trembling beneath hers. The sight of her in ecstasy above me was something I'd never forget.\n\nI plopped back onto the chair as she stood up, legs still shaking a bit. \"Not bad, huh,\" she grinned and gave me a peck on the cheek, before collapsing on another chair herself.\n\n\"Holy fuck.\" I could only pant.\n\n\"Yeah, I get that a lot.\" She chuckled, reaching for another beer and cracking it open, and thrown one my way.\n\n\"Thanks.\" I popped it open and took a swig, letting the cold liquid cool down my heated body. \"Can I still have a selfie?\"\n\n\"Only clothed one.\" She smirked, downing her beer."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An alien diplomat finds herself waking from a crash landing, and boots inches from her face. Towering before her is a stranger, easily 7' tall and clad in heavy combat armor from head to toe - wordlessly offering his hand.
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"content": "I strained my eyes open, my head still pounding, the world around me blurry and spinning. My mouth tasted gritty and metallic, and the air smelled of burning metal and flesh. I shuddered at the assault on my senses and instinctually shook my head to realign my vision. As my vision refocused, my whole body jolted— standing next to me, towering above was a hulking figure, hand outstretched, offering to help me up. \n“Who—” I choked and cleared my throat, my voice shaky, “are you?” \nMy neck burned with a piercing pain as I scanned the stranger upward, hoping to catch a glimpse of their face. Their entire body was covered in densely plated armor—bearing markings of origin I’d never seen before—and they wore a helmet so pitch-dark light almost appeared to be falling into it. \nI continued to study them as I waited for a response. The figure shifted slightly and moved their hand closer to me, but there was no response. \nGauging my options and concluding there were no others, I reluctantly took their hand. I audibly gasped with surprise as they lifted me clear off the ground onto my feet as if I weighed nothing to them. I staggered about for a moment, gathering my bearings. \n“Thank you,” I said. \nThey nodded. \n“Did you find any of the other crew? Did anyone survive? I was in my quarters when I heard the alarms. That’s the last thing I remember.” \nThe armored figure finally spoke, with a deep resounding voice, “No,” based on the tone, I assumed they were a male, “no one else survived.” \nI was unsure how to react, faced with the death of the rest of the crew. I did not know them well or long, but they didn’t deserve to die. Why did I survive when no one else did? \n“Can you walk?” he asked. \n“I—I believe so,” I responded—unsure if he could also hear the clear lack of confidence in my voice. \nI took exactly one step forward before my ankle buckled, and I immediately began to topple. I fell only a few centimeters before the man caught me with his arm. \n“We cannot stay here,” he rumbled. “I will carry you.” \n“Oh, no, no. That’s not neces—” I squeaked as he abruptly swooped me up into his arms. “Alright, then,” I giggled awkwardly. \nHe carried me out from the smoldering wreckage and began walking away, heading through a small carved-out path in the richly green brambled forest surrounding the crash site. My mind reeled, still hazy from the crash, as I attempted to process everything that happened—and was *still* happening. \n*Okay, so,* I thought to myself, *the Lux Saltator crashed, I woke up, this mysterious alien—who looks like an elite combat unit or something—helped me, and now I’m being carried away…This was rather rash of me. This alien could have nefarious intentions. Perhaps he’s one of the Fallen? I’ve never seen one before—but I thought the other planets in this system were uninhabited? Halcius bless me; my fucking leg hurts.* \nI broke from my train of thought, hoping to gain some answers, “Where are we going? And why can’t we stay? I still have some equip—” \n“It’s not safe,” he interrupted, “the solar peak is approaching.” \n“Solar peak? What do you mean? Why is it not safe?” \n“Monsters,” he replied matter-of-factly, a sound of devastating truth in his voice. \nI waited for further explanation, but he said nothing, silently continuing his steady march through the densely crowded thicket. \nI sighed frustratedly, knowing I would likely get no answers anytime soon. I focused on the low, steady drumming of the man’s boots against the forest floor, using the rhythm to keep my mind off the piercing pain emanating from my leg. I had just started to fall asleep when we reached a small cave. \n“We’ll stay here tonight,” he said. \nHe carefully laid me down on a conveniently flat slab of rock, making sure to also cradle my head down gently. \nHe stood there momentarily, perhaps wondering what to say, before kneeling close to me. \n“Are you comfortable?” he asked, his voice noticeably softer. \n“Uh,” I squirmed, still somewhat intimidated by the size of the armored behemoth before me. “Yes, this is adequate, thank you.” \nHe nodded and moved to the center of the cave. I watched him closely as he worked quickly and efficiently, setting up the cave for an overnight stay. He surveyed the cave, grabbed some kindling and firewood, and built a fire—all within a few minutes. He placed a small circular device on the ground at the cave’s entrance. The device spurred to life, and from its center burst out an energy field, encasing the entrance in soft glowing white light. Satisfied with the entrance, he returned to the fire. He knelt before it, pulled out a small vial from a compartment near his chest, and placed his hand directly into the fire. \nI whipped up, alarmed. “What are you doing?” I asked, but he was already done when I finished my question. He brought the vial over to me. \n“Drink this,” he directed me sternly. “It will help you sleep and heal your leg.” \nI looked at him and the vial skeptically. I again hesitated, my life was still in the hands of this mysterious stranger, but I thought, *well, I’ve already come this far...I guess*. I took the vial and downed it with one gulp. \nThe effects were nearly immediate—I could already feel my eyes drooping. He stood up and returned to the fire, sitting down in a position he could see both me and the entrance. \nI watched as he reached up to his helmet and slowly took it off, pressurized air releasing from the interlocking seams. Long flowing, golden-brown hair spilled out from underneath, cascading down around a chiseled and deeply scarred face. \n“Oh!” I said loopily. He looked over at me. “You’re human!” \nHe smirked and nodded, then proceeded to take off his breastplate. His shirt was tattered and torn, and I could see his well-defined muscles underneath, glistening with sweat. I continued, apparently unable to help myself under the effects of whatever he gave me, “a veryyy attractive human too, wowieee!” I smiled and giggled before passing out. \n\n\n\\*\\*\\* \nI'd be happy to continue the story if anyone likes this! :)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was willing to help him with herbal treatments that would suppress his curse. The only problems were that The process was a bit close for both of them, and that the herbs were also an extremely potent aphrodisiac for elves... Elves *like her*.
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"content": "Aisha cycled her lungs deeply, steeling her composure as she prepared to open the ointment jar. A foot to her side, Kurt laid naked face-down on a soft massage table, a comically undersized hand-towel covering his ass, and tried very hard not to think about anything at all.\r \n\r \nShe cracked the medicine, immediately flooding the air in the parlor with a decadent blend of herbs and flowers, of currant and clove, of lilac and lavender, and of something he couldn’t quite place that tingled his nose a little as he breathed it in deeply. Quickly, the tingle spread through his body, down to his fingertips, and toes, and - just his luck - everywhere between. He folded his arms under his head, hiding the redness in his cheeks.\r \n\r \nAisha remained stoic, picking up a thick glob of the cream and lathering into her palms - she turned to her friend and tried to utter some words of encouragement, but her voice cracked. The comfortable disorientation and warmth was already beginning to set in - she had to work fast. She let her awkward squeak linger in the air, not daring to speak again, and went straight to work.\r \n\r \nKurt was a well-built, hardy man, she could tell by the noticeable definition in the muscles on his back. More pertinent to her, unearthly purple welts ran across his bare body, discoloring his work-tanned skin in splotches. She picked a spot and started massaging it, the de-cursing salve immediately reacting to the magical ailment with a sizzle. She felt the man tense up under her hand, turning his head away - this was the first time she’d treated something like his illness, and she figured it wouldn’t be out of the question that the process was painful.\r \n\r \nIn reality, the faint tingle that had warmed him before had turned into an electrifying buzz with the ointment’s direct contact. Every time her skin touched his, he felt an arousal and need that he’d rarely felt since his teenage years. \r \n\r \nUnbeknownst to him, she was reaching a similar dazed state, still kneading at his body and taking in much, much more of the medicine’s fumes than she should. Before she could think and stop herself, she put one leg up on the table, smoothly acting as if she needed the reach to get the further side of his torso. Her pussy, now absolutely soaked, pressed right against the edge of the mattress and grinded against the pliable padding every time she reached over. To him, for a few seconds she became inexplicably interested in getting her ointment into his ribs - a maneuver that looked comically awkward from the side. \r \n\r \nWith a lot more assertion than he would usually have expected from the timid woman, she grabbed his bicep, wordlessly motioning for him to roll over - he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and acquiesced, still trying to clear his mind of any impure thoughts. A quiet poorly-suppressed gasp made him open his eyes, finding his friend looking down at him, her eyes wide - but there was definitely something else in her expression.\r \n\r \nHe looked down too, noticing that the small towel had formed a sizable tent - his cock stood at full mast, he now noticed it was almost painfully erect. It twitched every few seconds, and the entire towel moved with it, only serving to draw more attention to his dick rather than conceal anything. \r \n\r \nHe looked to gauge Aisha’s reaction, noticing the woman lick her lips while holding intense eye contact. He gulped.\r \n\r \nShe pounced on him like a predator, putting her face against his thick rod and slowly pulling the towel away from her - when it finally slipped over his cockhead, drawing a sharp breath from the man, it slapped against her expectant tongue and lips. She wrapped a hand around the base of his dick, still coated in a thin layer of the ointment and began to jerk his shaft with her other hand, twisting her hand in a way that made his legs flex involuntarily. \r \n\r \nHis cock leaked like a faucet, pre-cum beading at his tip - her eyes were absolutely fixed on the pearl of cum, continuing to milk him until she was sure the surface tension would break before thirstily kissing it off his cock. She made a show of swallowing, showing him her tongue proudly before resuming her work. Still jerking him off, she started to bob on his cock, her tongue constantly writhing against the sensitive underside of his head. She let the spit and drool from her sloppy, brainless worship cascade down his throbbing length and down her hands. She loved the ‘shlick’ sound that her hands made stroking his cock with excess saliva - it felt much dirtier that way.\r \n\r \nShe turned her attention lower, once again letting his hot shaft press against her cheek as she tended to his swollen balls. Without interrupting her sloppy handjob, she licked and sucked gently, feeling her heart pulse every time the man gasped or moaned. The low, reverberating timbre of his voice only redoubled her urge to serve. \r \n\r \nHis breathing grew rapid, and she felt his dick start to twitch more often under her efforts. With a glint in her eye, she again returned to caressing the hot, red tip of his manhood with her lips and letting it grind itself against her tongue. He grabbed the sides of the massage table, prompting her to take a quick inhale and impale herself on his thick shaft, forcing his cock as far down as would fit and moaning as she wrung every ounce of cum out of him with her throat. The vestiges of ointment left on his dick tasted heavenly sweet - of course, direct consumption of the ancient herbal remedy would have an ever more severe effect on her than just huffing it, but she no longer cared.\r \n\r \nSatisfied that he was dry, she let his dick slip out of her mouth, ensuring to teasingly clean it off, leaving the man wincing as the sensation of post-orgasm stimulation felt even stronger while under the ointment’s effect. He put one arm over his face, panting to regain his breath and return some sense but it wasn’t meant to be.\r \n\r \nAisha dipped into the ointment again, now wasting none of the cream on anything other than rubbing it into his cock - to his shock, he stood back up to attention in moments, all feelings of exhaustion fading from his body. The elf woman, her hair now wild and hanging over her eyes, climbed atop the massage bed sandwiching his ready cock between his stomach and a puffy pussy that he swore felt better than anything he’d ever experienced. As she propped herself up with two hands on his broad chest, angling his dick for an unimpeded penetration, he put her hands on her hips. She may have taken him by surprise with her oral skills, but he had now regained just enough control to turn the tables and give her the fucking of a lifetime."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Demigods get powers based on their heritage. Your powers, of course, come from the gods of love and/or lust.
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"content": "#Surprisingly Me:\n\n*[Part 1 of maybe X if there is demand for it; And please provide constructive criticism]*\n\nUnlike most demi-doo-doo-heads~ I mean *demigods* I have had the blessing ***and*** the curse of having my parents be the Goddess of Love and the God of Lust. I still feel awkward having double the powers, especially since my parents were polar opposites. It's.... Just strange wanting to be good but evil at the same time... It's honestly just a struggle sometimes; But everyone struggles so who cares right? Right... Pulling back to reality it's an awfully quiet night on this woodland road, but I have a promise to uphold. I promised my parents I'd spread their' ideologies wherever I roam, so here I am in my own head monologuing as a 5'3\" punt-able lassie clad in the cerulean robes and snow white sash of a healer. All alone and- WAIT. Off in the distance, far ahead I can hear the unmistakeable sound of someone dying.\n\nThe groan is definitely male as I break into a dead sprint, my arms noodling behind me as I go... **Faest.** Within a minute his groans are fading in intensity, and then I see him: It's a human wearing half plate and impaled to a tree by a... Fuck that's a big sharpened stick. No time to joke, I have a life to save and love to give ***(I haven't got any for dayyyyys the pent up lust BURNNNNS)***! Approaching I can see he's barely holding on, head drooping with all of that internal obliteration and blood-loss, so I did what I do best. With every second counting I grasped the strangers face, his eyes nearly closed and gave him the hardest tongue-filled kiss I could manage as my short-ass dangled from him like an oversized leech. I felt blood enter my mouth but stayed latched, kicking my small booties into the tree in an effort to not puke. It felt like cringe-full hours but only took minutes to heal him with my lips.\n\nMy eyes shot open in surprise as the now invigorated man moaned in bliss and agony, pulling himself down the spear in a sickening manic pull. I don't know why he chose the hardest method to free himself, yet once he painstakingly schlicked off of the spear's end with we thunked to the ground. However I wasn't done, and started rubbing his chainmail faulda covered groin almost angelically with my knee, accelerating the healing process. After four minutes I was certain he was back to tip top shape, and rolled off of him to hurl his blood outta my gob. I'll admit I was pretty childish as I practically drowned myself in the nearby stream. The water was purifying in its chill, then I heard him sputtering a bit, no doubt trying to recover all of his senses. I let him spasm a bit, feeling empathy for such a violent near death experience. When I pulled my head out of the creek with a loud n' long sigh of contentment I instinctively looked over my shoulder, gasping quietly.\n\nThis semi-tanned warrior was already turned onto his side, his brown eyes glistening as he shed tears; But his smile, ***ohhhhohoho*** **his smile!!!** The sheer warmth and gratitude radiating in that man's face lit up my inhumanly divine heart like a comet across a starry night sky!! Before I even registered it I was falling onto my knees, sliding right up to him and embracing him. My nose booped into his own while we hugged on the ground. Better still my pink skin, black eyeballs and golden irises didn't bother him. Most saw the infernal darkness of my pitch black eyeballs, *courtesy of bad ole' dad,* first yet we stared into each other's souls practically! Soon I couldn't stand how turned on I was; So then I straddled one leg over him, marveling at his 6'5\" height. Kissing him again I guided him onto his back, grinding into him as I lay atop this strapping stud.\n\nHe understands and is enjoying it, blushing even! I can't help but giggle with lust, enraptured by him. The warrior closed his eyes for a few seconds, gasping mildly as he realized I had pulled off my robes in seconds. It was gratifying to put my supernatural finesse to use, and going commando was all the moreso. Mirroring his smile I let out a high pitched gasp as he managed to remove one steel gauntlet and grab hold of my B-Cup breast. His hand was both warm and cold to the touch, sending shivers from my breast then through my torso. Suddenly though he was attempting with little success to reach underneath me to undo his buck- **Oh fuck yeah.** I was *Mmmmn, wrong~*, he slid two fingers in me with his still armored left hand. So cooold, sooo guh-goood...\n\nI humped his left hand and pushed my tit into his other like a beast in heat, feeling my irises shift into a heart shape as I started blushing all over. My face, my groin, elbows, knees, breasts and ass turning beet red as he marveled at me. The man's focus must've faltered in finger-blasting me but crying out in feverish ecstasy drew him back to rapid-firing. Cold breezes began to swirl around us, stirring swathes of leaves as I got closer and closer. It frightened him at first, but the red aura building around me definitely had him spooked. Nevertheless I came very hard, enough to pull a vaginal muscle as girlcum soaked his waist and abdomen. My climax sent the built up crimson magics in all directions like an ocean wave, causing buds to blossom and fruits to quickly grow amidst the tree branches. The warrior was in awe, and me? Well I slumped beside him and passed out from the surprise coochie-cramp with a hissing *\"Fucking FUCK!\"*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After years of trying, you finally got yourself a girlfriend! Your sleep paralysis demon wants you to share.
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"content": "*This is a continuation of [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/17h38qd/wp_after_years_of_no_luck_you_finally_got/k6mxroi/) post. If you didn't read it, I suggest you do!*\n\n\"I feel like we got off to a bad start,\" she sang innocently. \"I got to thinking about it, and I realized that murder probably wasn't the *best* way to deal with my feelings.\"\n\nMy eyes painfully darted around the room looking for my sweet, beautiful girlfriend. I hadn't seen the dark shadow of this woman since my girlfriend started falling asleep on my chest, but now I felt the icy air around her crawling up between my legs and the warmth of my girlfriend wasn't anywhere near me.\n\nA cold, black hand wrapped around my cock and I felt her lips leaving frozen kisses along its length as she hummed. \"I missed your hot, fleshy dick,\" she sighed. She made baby sounds at it, cradling it in her dead, cursed palm as she licked it with her black, forked tongue.\n\nI heard the toilet flush and the water running. The shadowy figure between my legs held still, waiting. Out the corner of my eye I saw movement and my heart jumped. The slender, petite figure of my girlfriend wandered into view, rubbing her eyes on her way back from the bathroom. She climbed back into bed next to me, half asleep, without noticing the silhouette hunched over my crotch.\n\n\"Ah,\" the demon hissed. \"She can't see me.\" Her snakelike tongue flicked along my slowly stiffening cock again as my girlfriend snuggled up to me.\n\n\"Babe,\" she whispered. \"You're freezing.\" She kept scooting closer, her warmth spreading over my body everywhere but where I was being ravished by the red-eyed beast. She took me into her mouth, the sharp teeth grazing my flesh as she sucked me inside.\n\nWith her mouth full she muttered, \"You know...\" then she let my semi-hard dick fall from her lips. \"We could share.\" In a flash she was in my face, the burning stench of sulfur making my eyes water. \"If she were to join us on our little escapades, it could be a *lot* more fun for everyone.\"\n\nI tightened my chest trying to force air out, but with the pressure of the dead weight she always brought to my lungs I couldn't make a sound louder than a whispering moan shivering in my windpipes. Pressure built in my temples as the demon turned to face my gentle, soft girlfriend. I could feel her starting to tremble as the shadow fell over her too.\n\n\"Oh dear, sweet girlfriend,\" the dark figure whispered. She had her lips right by my girlfriend's ear. She rolled onto her back and came face to face with the nightmare woman. She tried to scream but the woman's hands of death sank into her trembling chest and all that came out was a pathetic, dying moan. \"It's a pleasure to meet you,\" she whispered.\n\nThe demon pressed harder on my girlfriend's chest and I felt her shivering.\n\n\"Here's the deal,\" the woman said slowly, \"I think we could all benefit if there was more sharing going on in this bedroom. I want to propose a deal. Instead of terrorizing your boyfriend alone every night, I'll play with *both* of you together. Think of it as a... shared experience. Bonding time. I get double the sexy fun, and you two grow closer. What do you say?\" She lifted her hands out of my girlfriend's lungs and she gasped, suddenly able to move.\n\nShe clasped a hand to her mouth and another to her chest, her eyes wide with fear. She shook her head and weakly said, \"no,\" still unable to properly form words.\n\n\"Well, what you have to consider deary is that if you refuse me, I will make things even worse on your little boyfriend here. You think you can protect him sleeping by his side? I've been *letting* you two have your time together. You can't save him, but you can *help* him. Accept my proposal and I promise never to terrorize him alone again.\"\n\nMy girlfriend turned her head to face me, tears in her wide eyes. She looked back to the demon woman and slowly nodded her head and mouthed, \"OK.\"\n\nI tried to call out to her. I wanted *desperately* to tell her *No! Babe! Don't!* But I could barely manage a wheezing whimper.\n\nBut it was too late. The shadow woman smiled and I felt my girlfriend go limp beside me. She lay there, frozen as though dead, just as I was, and I heard her exhale forcefully as her muscles tensed up.\n\n\"Ah, excellent,\" the lady of darkness whispered. She knelt on the bed between us and put a chilled hand on each of our bodies, claiming us as hers. I could feel my girlfriend's forearm against mine, hardly warmer than a corpse. She was still trembling a little, but as the sleep paralysis set in her movements slowed until she was as still as death.\n\nThe woman took my cock in one hand and began to stroke while her other hand with its long, spindly fingers reached between my girlfriend's legs. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue out on my nipples, then went for my girlfriend's breasts, sucking and nibbling on them while my cock involuntarily grew harder and stiffer.\n\nI heard the unholy sounds of her moans as she moved her head lower along my girlfriend, ravaging her body with nothing but her eyes and tongue. My stomach felt sick when she reached her pussy and my girlfriend's body went even more stiff as stimulation caused her muscles to jerk suddenly.\n\nThe demon lady kept a hand on or in my girlfriend's pussy while she mounted me. I couldn't see much but I could hear my girlfriend's rapid, erratic breathing as the shadow demon rode my cock and worked my girlfriend toward her first horror orgasm.\n\nI grunted weakly as the icy pussy stroked my cock long and hard, sharp vaginal teeth brushing up against me occasionally while she tensed and relaxed her muscles on my shaft. I heard my girlfriend breathe in sharply through her nose and let out a tiny, sad pleasure whimper as her chest, heavy with paralysis jumped and struggled for air.\n\nPinpricks of pain shot into my cock as the dark shadow let out a bone-chilling scream of pleasure, tightening herself around me and pressing the teeth against my flesh. The pain unfortunately stimulated me and I felt myself twitching and pulsing, blasts of cum shooting up into her cold cave of death. The pressure on my chest eased and warmth slowly spread back into my body as the woman faded and my cum began to shoot up toward my face. I sat up quickly, my member still launching my thick load up into my chest as I grabbed at the erection and tried to squeeze it hard enough to keep from making more of a mess.\n\nMy girlfriend gasped, suddenly able to move and she reached up and grabbed my arm tightly. \"Oh my *god*,\" she breathed. \"That was the most *terrifying* experience of my life.\"\n\nI sighed. \"Sorry about that. But, welcome to my world.\"\n\nShe sat up and looked me in the eyes. \"I'm happy to share the experience with you though if it means you never have to endure that again.\" She smiled and glanced down at the hand tightly gripping my cock to prevent a bigger mess. She leaned over and wrapped her lips around the head and I released my grip letting the load flow out into her mouth as she applied suction and swallowed it.\n\nI went to the bathroom and cleaned up, then returned to the bed where my girlfriend and I entangled out bodies and fell asleep without knowing where one of us ended and the other began."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Uncontrollable cumming.
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"content": "A quirk of her telepathic abilities meant that she could feel it whenever anyone around her had sex, and orgasms were especially intense for her, sometimes even more so than they were for the person originating them! It would be just her luck that there was a kink convention / nymphomaniac convention/porn shoot nearby!\n\nAlternately\n\nHis best friend and her girlfriend both felt bad for him when he explained why he never got to have sex, As a result of a magical mishap with his cock, and she volunteered to try it with him, even though he warned her that he might end up absolutely inflating her with his endless amount of cum. Part of her kind of found the idea hot.\n\nAlternately alternately\n\nWhen a hot cyberpunk agent's friends found out that her cyberware was fully lent to all of her senses, the hackers amongst them decided that installing a bunch of unexpected orgasm triggers would be a *hilarious* prank..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A muscular girl employs the help of 5 femboy prostitutes to relieve her sexual frustration.
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"content": "Jack fidgeted with the hem of his skirt. The other four looked even less confident than he did. The newest addition to the \"business,\" Sam, looked like he was about to trip over his own heels. Why he had worn those particular shoes was anyone's guess. Jack thought it was simple inexperience. \n\nThe nervousness was understandable though. Five workers for one client? It was unheard of. Jack had worked with others before, but usually only one. Even his male clients could usually not take more than two at once. But this one was asking for five. Five working G.I.R.L.s at once was unheard of. But the client was paying well, so they had all shown up in their finest working outfits. \n\nFor Jack, that meant a thigh length skirt and a blouse that was just tight enough to hug his slender frame, while being loose enough to make the person wonder what gender he was. The only real evidence of that was tucked away under his skirt, even with its abnormal size. The others were similarly attired.\n\nThey all waited outside the client's small suburban house and waited. They had been waiting for almost ten minutes. This was not ideal for any of them, since it let their minds wander. Just what were they walking into? One of them knocked again. The first time nothing has happened, but this time, the door swung open.\n\n\"Good! You're all here. Just like I asked.\" The client was a woman this time. And one that was simultaneously bigger and smaller than Jack was.\n\nSmaller, in terms of height. Jack was not a tall person, standing at a paltry 5'4\". And yet this woman stood a good two inches shorter than him. She packed a lot of stuff onto that small frame though. She sported impressively ample breasts, and curves that would make most porn stars jealous. \n\nBut those curves were not what made her bigger than any of the workers present. What did that was the muscle. The ripped, diamond cut muscle that covered her entire body. Broad, cannonball shoulders. Arms thicker than his (admittedly slender) thighs. And her thighs? Well, they were almost as big around as her slim waist. \n\nAdd to that a face that was worthy of a magazine and the client cut an impressive figure. And it made a few of the workers step back. Jack, being the most experienced, came forward.\n\n\"Uh, hello miss? We're here from--\"\n\n\"I know what you're here for.\" The woman said, cutting him off. \"You're the femboy hookers I ordered.\"\n\n\"We... don't really like being called hookers.\" Jack said. His voice was thin and he spoke quietly.\n\n\"Why not? It's what you are. Meh, doesn't matter. Let's go. I've been having a massive dry spell and mama needs some relief.\"\n\nShe grabbed Jack and yanked him into the house. She almost dislocated his shoulder as she did. The others scrambled to keep up. She brought them into a small, poorly furnished living room that was equipped more like a gym than a house.\n\n\"Okay, let's see. Who's the best of you?\"\n\nThey looked at each other slowly. Jack sighed and raised his hand. He was the most experienced and the...best equipped.\n\n\"Good! I'll save you for last then.\" The woman said. \"For the rest of you, I'll take two at a time. Hm... I'll start with you and you.\" She said, grabbing poor Sam and another one of their number. \n\nShe moved behind them, took one in each hand by their asses, and lifted both of them like they were balloons. The workers yelped in surprise. Jack swallowed a lump in his throat as he watched her muscles bunch up under them. She practically dashed off to what must have been her bedroom.\n\nWhat followed next was a lot of banging, crashing and screaming. Most of it was thankfully the good kind of screams. Jack and the two remaining workers shared a look. A look that wondered if they would need an ambulance soon.\n\nThe woman emerged from the bedroom. She held the now limp workers above her head. Her face was flushed and her eyes were open wide. She was also very naked, as were the two workers she held. She dumped them on the floor and headed to the next two. \n\n\"Okay, you two next. I hope you have more stamina than the last two.\"\n\nShe hefted the two of them and ran, actually ran, into the room. Jack rushed to check on the two discarded workers."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a submissive rope bunny, you seemed to have found your soulmate in the most unorthodox way…
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: As a submissive rope bunny, you seemed to have found your soulmate in the most unorthodox way…"
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"content": "He was so sweet to be helping you move. Leaving it late to two nights before you moved out was... Unwise, but hey, you're not exactly a pillar of maturity.\nBut that's when Daniel shined as the mature, reliable, (handsome) friend you needed. 5'11 with a bearish, well trimmed beard you felt secure around him.\n\nThough at this very moment, maybe a little too secure. \"Owwww, uhh~ oh god\". You bite down on your right forearm hoping to stifle your moans as your left arm gets tangled in the jute rope Daniel is using to tie down your shit onto the back of his truck in your garage. Your wrist is firmly caught between your mattress and the jute Daniel adeptly tying off. You twirl to press your back against the side of the truck, and desperately wonder how long you can draw out these teasing pleasure before you say something.\n\nSee, you're a rope bunny. A hot, horny little sub that likes your men to tie you up and play. You've always wanted Daniel's face between your tied up legs, and the sight of him gripping and organising the jute rope he found in your bedroom was turning you the fuck on.\n\nBut you're not naturally bratty (you've tried for some previous friends with benefits - it's not for you), and you're a little meek yourself. So you haven't been forthcoming about why that rope was in your bedroom, why some sections were a little stained, and why you knew the exact tensile strength of the aforementioned rope. You should stop thinking about that and say something to him before this gets weird... \n\n\n...and you should definitely take your hand out of your jeans you desperate, sex deprived nympho. You're slipped on the ground and loving this.\n\n\n\"Uh, are you okay?\" came Daniel's concerned voice.\n\nYou stammered through a quick succession of \"yup, yes, nope all good!\". \n\nYou slipped your hand out of jute and came to your senses. You need a good fuckbudy stat and most frustratingly Dan would be your exact type.. but you've had one too many shit partners or shit riggers. You slump fully and brood on how unfair it is. \n\n\"Oh, sweetie are you okay?\" Daniel had walked over to your side of the truck after hearing the whimpers and slump.\n\n\"I'm fucking blue ballsed Daniel. I haven't had a good fuck in weeks, maybe months. And moving to the other side of the city isn't exactly going to do wonders for my sex life.\"\n\nDaniel started to chuckle to himself as he walked over to console his sad, horny friend.\n\n\"I want what you and your partners have Dan! You always seem...\"\n\nGrinning, dan picked up on the trailing thought: \"Seem what?\"\n\n\"Well, you know..\" you blushed pink as his dominating figure towered over you, before crouching down to your level. God, his scent was.. hypnotic. Like crushed leaves and fresh ash. His hands reached out to trace the still-red halo from your little flirt with the jute.\n\n\"And what would you know about my lovers and partners, hmm? And naughty girl, you should know it's dangerous to cut off circulation like that.\"\n\nHe reached up to grab the loose end of rope coiled on-top of the mattress on the truck. As he reached, you spy his shirt lifting from his pants... Salivating over every ridge and muscle darting down from his abs into the V of his.. pelvis... \n\n\nHe dropped back down and pulled your hand close towards his chest.\n\n\"You should only ever play with supportive binds like -\" Dan gently fiddled a knot around your wrist. \" - this.\" \nStroking your wrist and tracing your fingers he continued.\n\"This is much more supportive, and far better because you can tie someone down much tighter without harming them. This is the sort of knot I do for my partner...\"\n\nTurning your forearm to face up, his traced the soft skin with his fingers.\n\n\"..if I had a partner right now. I take it you don't have one?\"\n\nIt was almost too cute how excitedly you squeaked out that no.\n\n\"So no one would get jealous if I were to, tie your wrist up like this?\" With another 3 loops he had your wrist slowly being pulled up to be frozen against your mattress. You're usually a \"sexy dungeon aesthetic\" and not a \"dingey, rustic garage aesthetic\" but the idea of him tying you up right here is getting your little heart racing. \n\nDaniel turned to note the ceiling, then proceeded to stand you up, loop around your wrist and toss the jute up through a structural bar on the roof.\n\nWith another tug and your arms begin to splay in opposite direction, one above and one below.\n\nMore rope swept your legs into wide stance and you stand isolated and still on the concrete floor. \n\n\"I didn't know you were into rigging like this Dan, holy shit~\"\n\n\"This is a little more barebones than I like but I'm sure we'll be able to sort out that your.. blue-balls did you say?\"\n\nHis hand cupped her ribs under your raised arm, and gently caressed down your side, across your thigh and tracing just barely over the inner thighs of your jeans.\n\n\"I usually like to tease through clothes but I doubt you'll feel anything through these. Let me help you.\n\nThree lashes of rope coiled around both legs until - like a snake constricting the slutty out out of you - the rope had decorated your legs and hips.\n\nDaniel walked over to the garage bench, and rustled through a few loose tools. He inspected a few (he's quite the performer), and settle on a pair of red, metal scissors.\n\nHe walked over to your immobilesed body and pulled at your jeans. With grace, he used the scissors to make quick work of your pants, cutting out a tantalising gape by removing the crouch and ass of your jeans.\n\n\"Why don't you tell me what you were picturing, tied and playing with your pussy earlier? Was it me? Or do you want me to give you new ideas of how naughty we can be? 😘\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your professor always emphasized the importance of working through distractions, so you were surprised when she scheduled a private final exam for each student. When she walked in nude, you began to understand.
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"content": "Alex figeted fidgeting nervously as he waited for Ms. Sasha today was the day of the test.\n\nAlex's jaw went slack when Miss Sasha entered the classroom completely naked.\n\n\"G-good morning Ms Sasha.\"\n\n\"Good morning Alex. Are you ready for your test?\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am,\" Alex said his eyes glued to Sasha's large breasts that bounced as she approached it his table in the front row.\n\nWhen Sasha reached his table she been down and softly placed Alex's paper onto his desk practically shoving her breasts in his face.\n\n\"Good, you have one hour.\" with that Sasha turned around and walked to her desk but instead of walking around and sitting in her chair has she usually had done she gracefully purged herself on the edge of her desk and begin to scroll on her phone.\n\nAlex was told college was going to be difficult but this is ridiculous.\n\nI need to focus Alex told himself as he reluctantly looked away from Sasha and toward his test. \"I need to do well on this exam. Alex began answering the questions focusing on his test and keeping thoughts of Sasha out of his mind.\n\nLater his concentration was broken when \n\nCrap! Alex heard the sound of something land on the floor. He glanced up and this turned out to be a mistake or a blessing depending on how you look at it.\n\nSasha was bent over her legs straight ass in the air. she was trying to pick up a pencil. Sasha looked at him from between her plump thighs her wine red lips curved into a smile. \"Sorry I just dropped my pencil carry on.\"\n\nOh ok Alex looked away toward his paper and answered a couple questions before temptation got the letter of him and he looked back at Sasha. She was still bent over the only difference was now she was gently rotating her hips causing her plump ass to sway back and forth. Alex's eyes widened he could also see her glistening pussy from this angle.\n\nSo I'm not the only one enjoying this? It was obvious she was doing all this on purpose but you make him feel less guilty about staring knowing that she was getting horny from this too. \n\nMiss Sasha had to have known from the first day that she arrived almost every member of the student body and faculty thought she was hot. The tight tops showing off her large breasts. The pencil skirts. The Knowing smirk she gave anyone she caught peeping. She knows exactly what she's doing and she enjoys it.\n\nI can't let me and distract me not today. Alex reluctantly look away and continued working.\n\nInterestingly enough Alex finished a few minutes before the Bell signaling that the test was over. This game Alex a few minutes to stare at the beautiful woman in front of him.\n\nSee something you like? Alex jumped when he realized Miss Sasha was looking right at him. It seemed that after picking up her pencil all she did was bend over her desk facing away from him and continued writing.\n\nAlex looked away shyly\n\nNo need to be shy sweetie the test is over. Sasha said as she walked over to him.\n\nHe wasn't the first person to stare but he might be one of the few who actually gets to do something about it.\n\nWhen Sasha reached him she leaned down and picked the paper up off his desk.\n\nDid I pass he asked me meekly\n\n\"Yes you did she beamed guess what that means?\"\n\n\"I don't fail the class?\"\n\n\"Yes sweetie you don't fail and you get rewarded.\"\n\n\"What's my reward?\"\n\n\"A personal study session with me.\"\n\n\"What will we be studying?\"\n\n\"Anatomy it'll _blow_ your mind.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: For your safety your monstergirl roommate begged you to spend the night somewhere else when the moon is full. You should be safe in the mall for the ni- what was that noise?
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"content": "**WALGREENS AND GAMESTOP: THE CURSE OF THE WERE-LADY**\n\nIt was a beautiful evening in paradise. The palm trees rustled, susurrating like faded plastic streamers. Island breezes caressed my face, musty as a vintage HVAC system. Moonlight filtered in through dusty panes high above. The food court's tropical theming had seen better days, but as kids, Dave and I had both fallen under its exotic spell. Even in its twilight years, the place brought back memories for us. And the prices were unbeatable.\n\n\"So what's it like?\" my friend asked, sipping his Orange Julius. \"Living with a werecreature?\"\n\nI laughed at him. \"Dave, you sound like an old horror movie. They call themselves 'shifters', and they're not monsters. I've known Lillian since college, and she's just as normal as any roommate I've ever had.\"\n\n\"Except tonight,\" said Dave.\n\n\"Well, yes,\" I said. \"But she's been very considerate about letting me have the place to myself when I need it for date nights and stuff, and the least I can do is return the favor. Thanks for letting me crash at your place, by the way.\"\n\nDave gestured at his plastic tray of goodies and smiled. \"Hey, I love bribes. So, how is all that dating going anyway? Any good ones?\"\n\nI sighed. Then, blessedly, I heard someone calling my number. \"Hey man I gotta go grab my food.\"\n\n___\n\nSomething seemed off about the mall tonight. My footsteps echoed hollowly in the cavernous, Muzak-haunted space. It was a quiet night, with only the occasional shopper passing by, and most of the food counters were closed. Dave and I were almost alone, save for the baleful moon overhead.\n\nSuddenly, I felt uneasy. Something was wrong.\n\nI glanced up.\n\nThe moon was gone.\n\nGlass shattered above me, and a black shadow hurtled towards me. I caught a glimpse of outstretched claws, and threw up an arm to protect my face. The thing smashed into me, seizing my body with viselike talons. I hurtled backwards and sprawled unceremoniously over my table as the thing came to roost on top of me, its wings heavily beating the air.\n\n\"What the fuck!?\" screamed Dave.\n\nI fought some air back into my lungs. \"Lillian? WHAT THE FUCK!?\"\n\n___\n\nThe creature had Lillian's face and a nightmare's body: black wings, muscular talons, a velociraptor's killing claws. But hey, nice tits; about B-cup, with perky nipples and -- She shrieked directly into my face and I braced myself for impalement. Instead, a LED on her collar blinked on, and I heard an electronic chime. \"Landing detected. Message follows.\" Beeeep.\n\nAs the harpy sat watching me with feral eyes, Lillian's voice crackled from the speaker. \"Hello, whoever you are. You're not in any danger--\"\n\nGroaning, I stretched out my arms, convincing myself nothing was broken. Lightning-quick talons shot out, slamming me against the table with immense strength. She scrawwwed menacingly as her talons returned to my vulnerable belly.\n\n\"-- unless you do something to offend my wild form. She wants only one thing from you. To mate. To deny her would be... unwise.\"\n\nHer talons tightened, claws scraping against my skin as my clothes bunched in her grasp and and tore away in rags. Dave had yanked his crucifix necklace from his shirt. \"Hot damn!\" he rasped.\n\nThe recording continued. \"I'm very sorry about all this, but I'm currently running on instinct only. If you're underneath me right now, all I can say is that you're a special person to me, and I hope you enjoy yourself.\"\n\nShe shifted on top of me, and then launched us into the air. The ground fell away as I dangled crazily beneath her. Glass shattered behind us and the night wind howled around our bodies as we spiraled higher, higher into the starry sky. The wind blast was freezing, but her body was warm and powerful against mine, and as I looked up into her face silhouetted against the stars, I realized how fucking turned on I was.\n\nI closed my eyes and let myself go. I wrapped my arms and legs around her, pulling myself closer. She nuzzled against me and purred as her wings beat the air. As we kissed, the world melted away. She was the moon's, and I was hers."
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