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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] A Way to Increase Responses...
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"content": "I really like this suggestion. I've browsed up and down reddit looking for a place where I could write adult themed stories. Dirtypenpals feels too personal and posts there are as short lived as the fap sessions they inspire. Most of the other related subs are also meant for 1on1 roleplay and usually very specific.\n\nI enjoy dirtywritingprompts so far, but I do agree it would help to develop a better system for feedback and nurturing an environment where writers can cooperate. I'd really like to write a story with other authors without having to directly roleplay. Talk plot development, story structure and all that boring stuff too.\n\nAm I alone in wanting that? "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They’ve finally invented a drug that can restore youth. The catch is that it leaves anyone who takes it female and fertile, with a very strong sex drive and reduced impulse control.
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"content": "\"You're certain you want to do this, sir?\" Wilkins asked. He was a good worker, one that I had taken under my wing some time ago. He had potential that I saw in so few these days. His biggest issue was his careful nature. I had been trying to teach him that one simply couldn't advance in life without taking risks. \n\n\"Of course I'm certain.\" I said. I took the pen in my hand and held it to the line that I needed to sign on. It took me a moment to stop my hand from shaking enough that I could actually sign it. \n\n\"It's just... it's such a new drug, and the side effects...\" \n\n\"Are trivial compared to what I'll gain.\" I said. \"I'm 72 years old, Wilkins. I've spent my life building up my company, and that has come with quite a large paycheck each week. What good is that money if I can't enjoy it?\" \n\n\"But to go this far sir?\"\n\n\"This far for a second lease on life? To do away with my aches and pains, and be able to live again. No price is too small.\"\n\nWilkins opened his mouth, then closed it. I couldn't fully blame him for not understanding. He was in his mid-thirties, not yet old enough to worry about the issues that had become my reality. \n\nI finished signing the contract, and the nurse took it. \n\n\"Alright then.\" the doctor said. \"We'll be back in a few minutes with your first dose, Mr. Bellamy.\"\n\n\"Excellent.\" I said. I looked into the mirror and smiled. My wrinkled face, marked with lines formed from countless late nights and stress. My hair was thin and receding, hardly there at all. \"Wilkins, please head back to the office, make sure everything is running smoothly. With any luck, I'll be able to do that myself in a few weeks and we can discuss that promotion I mentioned.\" \n\n\"Yes sir.\" Wilkins said. He turned and left the room.\n\nHe was a good kid, smart. He had risen from a basic accountant, and would soon be my CFO, barring any exceptional issues. He had been too helpful in the last few years to not reward. Especially since he uncovered my former CFO stealing funds. \n\nThe doctor and nurses came back in a few minutes later, drugs in hand. \n\nI smiled. Soon, I would be young again.\n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\nIt had taken a month and a half, but it was worth it. I was young again, and I could feel the energy that I had been lacking for about 20 years. At least. \n\nNot that it was perfect. For some reason, the drugs rendered all who took them female. The doctors weren't sure why, which was the reason it wasn't publicly available just yet. With my money and connections, I had been able to get myself on the list for human testing, and despite the changes, I could not argue with the results. \n\nI approached a mirror in the corner of my bedroom. Full length, so that I could ensure that I was properly put together. Before, that had meant that my suits were perfectly in place. Now, I was just taking stock. \n\nMy whispy white hair was gone, replaced with the once familiar black hair that I had once possessed. It was a bit long, hanging near my shoulders. I would get it cut before returning to work. The face was a big change. My eyes were still blue, but that was the only similarity. I looked a lot like I remembered my mother looking, but I would need to dig out some of the old photos to verify that. I idly wondered if I bore a resemblance to what my daughter would have looked like, had I married and had children. My nose was smaller, my lips fuller, face softer. \n\nEven further down, I could see the large breasts pushing out of my chest. I placed my hands against my stomach, feeling the flatness that had been gone for ages. Slightly lower were wide hips, a full ass, and shapely legs. Not that I could see them now, under the pajamas that I wore, but I knew they were there from my previous inspection. \n\nIt would take some getting used to, but it was a far cry better than being old and useless. The doctors had estimated that I was chronologically 22 or so, now. I had shaved 53 years off of my life in a month and a half. \n\nI smiled, and it was a smile that, previously, I would have said lit up a room. A beautiful smile, and it was mine now. \n\nI walked away from the mirror and to my nightstand, picking up my phone. A number of emails and texts from my employees. I ignored them for the time being and went to Wilkins' number. I sent him a message, telling him to meet me at my home. It was well past time that I prepare for my reappearance at work. \n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\n\"I must admit, the fit is a bit different.\" I said, looking at myself in the mirror again. I turned toward Tony, my tailor, and he shrugged. \n\n\"It makes sense, doesn't it? I mean, it's a woman's suit.\" Tony said. \n\nI nodded. That was true, and I supposed it only made sense that it would feel different. Besides, it did give off a good image. \n\n\"What do you think, Wilkins?\" I asked. \n\n\"Um, very nice... sir?\" Wilkins asked. I smiled.\n\n\"Sir is fine.\" I said. \"Excellent work, Tony. I'll likely be seeing you in the near future for a few more.\" \n\n\"Sure thing, Sam.\" Tony said. \"Whatever you need, I'll help you out.\" \n\n\"Perfect. You can go then, Tony.\" I said. Tony nodded and walked out, and I took off my jacket. The odd fit was only serving to distract me. I could see Wilkins shift in the chair, barely moving his crossed legs. He seemed uncomfortable. \"Something wrong, Wilkins?\" \n\n\"Um, no... sir.\" he said. \"I'm just... not used to this yet.\" \n\n\"Well, I suggest you get used to it. I think I'll be running the company for some time.\" \n\n\"Of course, sir.\" Wilkins said. He still looked away from me. It couldn't simply be my new body, could it? I looked down, and it occurred to me instantly what was wrong. Perhaps a white shirt with no bra was not a great idea...\n\nNow that I was aware of my... presentation, I also became all too aware of what was afflicting Wilkins. I smiled at that. The poor man, he had been working long hours for so long, I had to wonder when the last time he had been alone with a woman who looked like I now did. \n\nHe shifted, and I could see the bulge in his trousers. My eyes were drawn to it, and I found it... interesting. \n\nI poured a couple of glasses of brandy, then handed him one and sat down in the chair across from him. It had become something of a tradition between us. He seemed hesitant, but as I drank mine, he did the same to his. \n\nI could feel the alcohol hit me almost instantly. One of the down sides of my now smaller size, I supposed. Wilkins still looked away from me, but he started telling me about the things I had missed over the past couple of days.We continued drinking, me at a slightly slower pace than him. \n\nWhile he talked, I found myself focusing more on his appearance than on his words. He had short brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a bit of stubble on his face. He was fairly fit, which was slightly surprising given that he was an accountant. Perhaps he went to the gym before or after working? \n\nAnd, despite yourself, you kept stealing glances at his crotch. The noticeable bulge there that hadn't faded. \n\nHe trailed off and took another sip of his drink. \n\n\"Do you find me attractive like this, Wilkins?\" It took me a moment to realize I had even said it. It only really hit me when he began coughing up his drink.\n\n\"S-sir?\" he asked when he finally cleared his throat. \n\nI smiled. \"It's fine, Wilkins. I understand. I am quite attractive now, if I do say so myself.\" \n\n\"Um, yes... yes sir.\" Wilkins said. I smiled and stood up, and started pulling my belt off. I could see Wilkins' eyes widening. \"um, sir?\" \n\n\"Quiet, Wilkins.\" I said. I pulled my belt off, then undid my pants and stepped out of them. I was wearing a pair of panties that I had been given by the hospital. I folded up my pants and placed them on my chair, then began unbuttoning my shirt. In a matter of moments, I was left in only a pair of panties. With a quick movement, they were discarded as well. Wilkins' eyes bulged. \n\nI walked over to him and reached for his belt. I looked up at him, and he looked surprised, but didn't resist as I undid his belt and pulled it off. I then began unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. My hand reached into them and felt the hardness of his dick through his underwear. After a moment of that, I began pulling it free of the fly. I stared at it as it came fully into view. It was large. About 8 inches. Not that that couldn't be skewed, given my now smaller size. I stroked his dick a few times, marveling at the feeling of it in my hand.\n\nI had never been interested in men, before. But now, for some reason, I could feel myself growing wet just touching it. I had been getting wet just looking at it through his pants, actually. \n\n\"Um...\" Wilkins seemed lost for words. I just smiled and straddled him as he sat there. I moved until my vagina was just over his dick, and slowly lowered myself onto him. I let out a gasp as I felt the head of his dick start to part me, the sensation so alien. I had to pause, my hands on his shoulders, and gather my breath. After a moment, I slowly started lowering myself again. \n\nIt took me a few moments to work my way fully onto him, but the feeling of him being inside me was so... right. I sat there, enjoying the sensation for a moment, then looked into his eyes. He looked completely shocked. I smiled again, then started lifting myself up. Once I was almost off of him, I lowered myself back down. I was bouncing up and down on his dick, and loving it. My pussy was forming to his dick perfectly, and the feeling was euphoric. After a few moments of bouncing, his hands moved to my hips and he started helping, lifting and pulling on me as I did the majority of the work. \n\nIt took a couple of minutes before my pleasure built enough to send me over the edge, and then I came. Wilkins was a few seconds behind me. I let out a cry as he shot his load into me. We sat like that for a few minutes, before we separated and he left. \n\n(To be continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Could we get a flair for prompts that have been replied to?
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"content": "That would certainly make it faster to find stories that people have written, but it may have unintended influences on the writers.\n\nFor instance, multiple stories on the same prompt seem, as far as I have observed, to get less attention, so I tend to avoid writing to something already answered by someone else.\n\nI may be totally wrong about that, but it's a mental bias that would be further exacerbated if I could tell at a glance which prompts had responses."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman is at the bar when her pants split. The only issue is, she went commando that day.
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"content": "I was down at the local pub as usual. I wanted to get a beer before I went looking for the other guys. But it was very busy today. The only chance I saw at getting to the bar was at the far end. Where only one girl was between me and the counter.\n\nAs I approached the girl she tried to get up on the foot rail to get the bartenders attention. She slipped and almost fell to the floor. I managed to catch her and pull her up to a standing position in front of me.\n\n\"Did I see that correctly?\" I thought to myself. I left a bit of air between us and looked down. Sure enough, she had managed to split her pants in the fall. And she wasn't wearing any underwear. I could even get a glimpse of her asshole. So it wasn't just that she was wearing a thong. She was completely exposed down there. I quickly closed the gap between us to shield her from the rest of the room. I looked around but it didn't look like anyone had noticed anything.\n\nThe girl seemed to have realized her own predicament. She didn't acknowledge me but it was obvious that she knew that I was the only thing standing between her and humiliation. She didn't try to get the bartenders attention anymore. In fact she didn't want to get any attention from anyone. She remained quietly in front of me by the counter.\n\nI contemplated my options. I couldn't leave without exposing her. And I didn't have anything on me that could help her. Except my sweater. It was warm in the room and I didn't really need it. I took it off and put it between us. At least it covered her bottom. I put my arms around her body to tie the arms of the sweater in front of her. Her body felt soft and warm against my skin. I couldn't help but pull her gently into my arms as I already had them around her.\n\nThe girl didn't do anything. By now my reptile brain told me that she was mine. I let my hands wander. With one hand I held her stomach and pulled her against me. Her butt pushed against my semi erect penis and made it grow harder. My other hand wandered down to her destroyed pants. As I came close to her pussy she grabbed my hand with hers. I realized I was behaving badly.\n\nBut she didn't actually pull me away. She only controlled me. Made sure I didn't go too far. I pushed my luck and continued downwards. My fingers started exploring her pussy. I pushed her outer lips together and stroked them. Her hand held mine tighter but still didn't stop me. I touched her clitoris. She jerked her body away from my hand and pushed her butt into my hard cock. When she returned I took two fingers and tried to push them inside her pussy. But this time her hand pulled me away forcefully. I returned it to her stomach and didn't make any more inappropriate excursions. She returned to not doing anything about her situation.\n\nI weighed my options again. I could just leave. But leaving her in this state would be most ungentlemanlike. Having groped her and then leaving her would be most ungentlemanlike indeed. The only real option was to get her back to my place so I could give her some new clothes. It wasn't far.\n\n\"Follow me.\" I said to her. It was the first thing either of us had said. I turned around and pulled her around close behind me. With me shielding her front and my sweater shielding her bottom we began our march out of there.\n\nWe didn't encounter any problems on our way out of the pub. It was dark and busy and we were quick. Out on the street it may have looked a bit strange seeing two people trying to run close together. But we soon made it to my building and through the front door. The stair case was empty so we didn't have to stay together. But I still ran up the stairs and pulled her along with me. I got the apartment door open and got us inside.\n\n\"What the fuck was that!\" she screamed at me as soon as I had shut the door. \"You think just because my pants have split you get to push your filthy fingers in there?\" She hit me in the chest. \"I'm sorry.\" was all I could say.\n\n\"Let's see how you like it.\" she continued angrily. She grabbed my pants, got them unbuttoned and pulled them down along with my underwear. She grabbed my cock and began stroking it wildly. \"See. You like that?\" she said. My cock grew hard.\n\nNow it was my turn to be angry. I pushed her away from me. \"Well, what kind of girl doesn't wear any panties? In pants that are so flimsy they rip open for nothing.\" I grabbed her hands with mine. \"And what would you have done if I wasn't there? You'd still stand there trying to pretend that you were somewhere else.\"\n\nShe started to fight my control over her hands. With my pants around my knees I lost control and fell to the floor taking her with me. I kicked off my pants and got on my knees. She lay with her back on the floor. I got hold of her leg and pulled up her bottom half.\n\n\"Let's finish what we started.\" I said to her and pushed two fingers into her pussy. She was wet as hell. I pulled out the fingers to show her. Like she didn't know already. \"I bet you were turned on the entire time.\" I said to her. \"Like you would know what to do about it.\" she answered.\n\nI moved in front of her and pushed her legs apart. Her torn pants were still on. I pushed my cock into her pussy. It felt amazing. She didn't say anything. My horniness took over completely as I started to fuck her hard and fast. As I bent down to get a better angle she put her arms around me. Our heads ended up next to each other and I could hear her breathing in my ear. It got heavier and heavier until she stopped for a second. Her embrace on my body tightened and her pussy got wetter. Then she started grunting and her pussy started massaging my cock. I came together with her and filled her with my cum.\n\nWhen we were done I collapsed beside her on the floor. \"Pervert.\" she said. \"Whore.\" I replied."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's the first day of the spring term and your TA for Philosophy 102 shot a scene for GirlsDoPorn
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"content": "“I’ve seen you once or twice on r/lesbians” I said to my TA. I had waited after class and we were the only ones in the lecture hall. She looked at me in shock, and said “you are never to tell anyone about that. Come to my office and we’ll see if we can work out a little something to keep you quiet...”\n\nI was kinda shocked she decided to try and keep me quiet like that, but I was down. She was taller, around 5’ 7” and had a bob sorta haircut that had her brown hair framing her face perfectly. She wore glasses and button down shirts that she left buttoned up, showing only a little cleavage. \n\nI followed her to her office, and she shut the door and pulled the shade down and locked the door. Her office was elaborately furnished. A desk with PC, an office chair, a full length mirror and wardrobe, and a few filing cabinets. \n\nShe started to unbutton her shirt, and folded it, setting it on the desk. I looked at her, her tan bra and her B cup breast’s were exposed to the stuffy air of the office, and her brown skirt covered her legs to her knees. She took off her brown boots and white ankle socks and set them against the wall in an orderly fashion.\n\n“What’s the matter, aren’t you going to strip too?” She asked. I started at her and said “oh, right.” I pulled my white T shirt over my head and then flung it to the floor. My C cup breasts dropped and were barely contained in my pink bra. I kicked off my sandals and looked up at her. She was in her underwear, and her white panties were a stark contrast from her skin, which was evenly tanned, but the tan was starting to wear off to her natural skin color. She was blushing a bit. I looked myself in the mirror as I slid my short shorts down my legs. My blond hair was hanging down, a little ruffled from my shirt. I stood up, my pink underwear fit a bit tightly on me, but it wouldn’t for long. I unhooked my bra and my tits spilled out. My nipples were hard from the horniness and cool air, and she did the same, her tits were perky and hard like mine, but obviously a bit smaller. I walked over to her and started to kiss her, I was decently shorter than her , but I could reach her from my tiptoes, she took the lead and grabbed my pussy, not breaking the embrace. I felt her warm fingers through the fabric of my panties. I reached down to pull my undergarments free and she took her hand away, taking them to her own panties. She broke the kiss and pulled down her panties.\n\nI said “let’s sixty nine” and laid on the floor. She sat on my face and I pushed my tongue into her lips, feeling it in her layers and touching her clit, expertly flicking it with my tongue. She let out a soft moan before I felt her tongue on my pussy. She pleasures me for a minute, before she stood up and said “I got something for this.” She went to a filing cabinet, and I watched her ample ass as she blended over, fishing deep into the cabinet for something. She came out with a strap on, and put it on. “Been waiting to use this.” My TA said, before dropping to her knees above me. She planted her hands just above my shoulders as she went down. I felt the dildo enter me and push deep into my vagina, and I let out a moan of pleasure. She saw that as a green light, and pushed the synthetic penis into my pussy, striking my G spot. “Yes, right there!” I said, and she thrusted in and out, directing the dildo into my pussy. And after a bit, I orgasamed. I moaned loudly and my pussy squirted it’s juices all over the dildo and onto the floor. She got up and grabbed another strap on from the filing cabinet. This one was at least 8 inches long and was bright pink. She handed it to me, and then leaned over, her hands on the corner of the desk, her perky tits hanging straight down. She handed me her phone and turned her head towards me. “Take a picture of you in my ass” she said, and I pushed it in and she rolled her eyes back into her head, and I took the picture...\n\nI’m gonna leave it here, feel free to continue it"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are trapped in someone else’s wet dream.
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"content": "*Oh god, please, please make it stop!*\n\nBetty White's wrinkly, sagging breasts created a wet slapping sound against her sweaty, flabby abdomen as *someone's* fist rammed repeatedly up her less-than-tight anal cavity. \n\nI wanted to cry, to scream, to vomit, to *stop fucking fisting Betty White's goddamn asshole what the fuck* but it wasn't my fist slamming into her. It wasn't my hand that reached up to clasp her floppy boob. And it definitely was not my dick sitting rock hard and slightly bent between my thighs. Not-my-eyes wouldn't shut regardless of my desperation and disgust. Not-my-mouth wouldn't stop panting and groaning,\n\n*What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,* replayed over and over in my head but the grotesque porno wouldn't cease. \n\nI got tired of writing after this sentence lol "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A sudden snowstorm traps you in your car with your Uber passenger.
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"content": "I gulp softly. She was a drunk girl, I suppose I'd be more worried if she was a man, but she was pretty cute \"yooo cabbie, why'd the car stop?\" She asked drunkenly.\n\n\"Well... We hit a snowbank.\" I admit, trembling. My score was already pretty low from denying 'alpha bros' blowjobs \"I-I'm sorry, please don't give me one star, I honestly can't afford that.\"\n\nShe pondered a moment, but it wasn't obvious from outside her mind, so I wasn't sure she was at first. \"Sooooo... You need me to do something, and if I don't you're gonna be flat broke in no time, right?\"\n\nShe was cute, I'll admit it again, but I still didn't like where this was going. \"Y-yeah.\"\n\nShe smiled wide \"good! I've been trying to do this all night! Here, sign this.\"\n\nIt took me a while to read through what she'd given me. It was one of those slave contracts that'd been floating around. I expected that I was to write myself in as the slave, but to my surprise, her name was there already. I checked it against the name that requested a ride... And it checked out. \"Why?\" I asked incredulously.\n\n\"These things forgive debts.\" She said \"student loans, bar tabs, porn subs...\" She seemed to lose herself for a moment. \"But like, I've been hoping for a cute girl to dom me sense like, middle school, so it's my dream job too.\"\n\nI frowned \"m-maybe when you're sober...\"\n\n\"Nuh-uh! When I'm sober you'll be gone!\" She shouted. I winced. \"Sign, make me yours or one star-no, ZERO stars! Worst driver ever!\"\n\nI didn't want to admit it, but she held my livelyhood in the palm of her drunken hand. It was weak, I know, I should have done something to dissuade her... But she offered herself on a silver platter. I signed. \"So... If you're mine, I can order you to give me five stars right?\"\n\n\"Mhmm!\" A few taps on our phones and my ratings grew visibly.\n\n\"Alright... Second order, go to sleep. Help is on the way, but it'll be a while until we can get home.\"\n\n\"Okay mistress...\" She obeyed and laid down. She, for some reason, didn't think I'd catch her masturbating, instead I waited until she was done in my back seat before ordering her to clean it up with the clothes she was wearing. She may have been sobering up, because she did and without question at that.\n\n\"Also, I told you to go to sleep. So I'm going to Have to punish you now. No clothes for you, and you're going to come up here and help me out too.\" I smirked, this was nice... She didn't hesitate for a moment crawling up to the front seat to pull my pants down and start lapping at my sex through my panties. I let her do this for a moment before I pulled those down too and let her at me more directly. Even drunk as she was, she was good, very good, sucking on my clit, fingering me, finding all my spots... I came, twice before I let her off of me. And even then, that was so I could dress yo be presentable to our rescuers."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: you're a love fairy, whose job it is to help attractive, but unmotivated people get laid. Your post powerful tool is fairy dust... And you just accidentally dropped your entire load on a frustrated kindergarten teacher just about to head into PTA's.
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"content": "*Fuck...*\n\nI mumble to myself as I watch Ms. Frankie Sillo constantly moving in her chair in lustful frustration. I fucked up. I fucked up big time. \n\nA number of tools sit in my bag. Arrows for married people who've hit a wall, a perfume for singles, and the most powerful saved for the worst cases, fairy dust. All threes effectives are temporary sure...but I don't usually spill a whole vile of dust into a person's coffee. \n\n\"Shit. There's a lot of parents here...wait my book! I almost forgot. Surely it has emergency protocols. Where is it in this thing?\"\n\nI find my book and flip to the fairy dust page.\n\n\"If the whole vile is consumed, either purposefully or accidentally, the effects will wear only after the consumer has cummed three times each in three consecutive sessions (three per sexual Intercourse). Either with a partner or alone...\"\n\nI look from the book and see Frankie flirting with a single father. \n\n\"Well I guess it's out of my hands now...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman establishes an empathic link with boyfriend. The problem is that he's a massive pervert, and she isn't. Hijinks ensue at the worst possible moments.
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"content": "It took some time, at first I was disgusted. I mean, honestly you probably would be too. We broke up for a couple weeks before we realized it wouldn't work out like that. I asked him to control himself when we got back together, and we did get back together he loved me just... Perhaps more physically then I might have liked at the time.\n\nWe tried every trick in the book, from chastity belts to rigorous masturbation, even shock therapy. Some people will tell you that anything can be fetishized, and I'm inclined to believe it. The problem is, once it's fetishized, you can't go back. HE even started to feed some fetishes back to me!\n\nSo eventually it became unbearable to think of new ways to silence his sex-drive. We agreed, we'd find a sub girl, bring her home and let him fuck her as much as he wanted until I built myself up to his level.\n\nWell, the girl we got was FAR more serious then I initially thought. She had a contract and everything, she didn't get a safe word and we could take anything we wanted from her, but we had to keep her for life. This wasn't a problem initially, our willing slave-girl brought home an extra paycheck and kept my then fiancé (yes, he had proposed after we decided on her but before we met her) satisfied, but I found my own eyes wandering to her body more and more often.\n\nNow, I wouldn't say I was \"coming out of the closet\" I don't have stories like the other lesbians and bi girls where I realized how much I was crushing on other girls up until then or anything, but he started to get a kick out of watching us.\n\nEventually, I was worse then he was, I was getting horny when I was alone and simply bored. That is when our slave-girl introduced me to her brother, turns out they wanted to be slaves because of a series of strategic complexes their foster parents instilled on them. It's a sad story, but I signed the contract before my husband got home.\n\nYou would think that might start a fight, but as it turns out, he'd fetishized me getting fucked by cocks bigger then his already, and due to our link, he knew I didn't love him any less."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world where it’s socially acceptable to keep/own your fiancé as your submissive pet.
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"content": "Thomas Jones tapped his knife against his glass to get the attention of the other diners around the rectangular table. His girlfriend Kayla Smith looked over at him in surprise with her gorgeous brown eyes set in a perfect oval face with chocolate skin framed by shoulder length black hair. From the expressions on her parents’ faces, they knew what was coming and gave nods and smiles of encouragement. Kayla’s father was a professor at the local university and her mother a pediatrician. His parents had been unable to attend as they lived on the other side of the country.\n\n“As you all know, this weekend will be the third anniversary since Kayla and I went on our first date. Without a doubt, these have been the best three years of my life.”\n\nKayla beamed, and her two close friend let out a simultaneous “Aww”.\n\n“Kayla is the smartest, most beautiful woman I have ever known. And I love her with all of my heart.”\n\nThat was truth. She recently graduated with her MBA and was promoted to a senior manager position at the manufacturing company she worked at.\n\nThey made an interesting pair. Kayla came from an affluent family and was spontaneous and driven. Her petite physique held a bulldog’s determination. Thomas on the other hand came from a middle class white family; both his parents were teachers as was he. He had a tall, lean build suited for long distance running.\n\nHe reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small, velvet covered box. Before Thomas even lowered himself to his knee, Kayla was sobbing with her hands over her mouth and her two friends were squealing in excitement.\n\n“Kayla, will you do the honor of marrying me?”\n\nAll she could do was nod and cry. He slipped the gold ring with the heart shaped diamond on her finger and nearly fell backward when Kayla lunged from her seat into his arms.\n\n\nTwo weeks later Thomas found himself sitting on the edge of his bed tying Kayla’s wrist to his headboard with a length of black silk. Her naked, brown body lay enticingly atop his bedding. She preferred to make love at his apartment as she lived with her younger sister who was attending college.\n\nKayla was kinky that was for certain. Until meeting her, the kinkiest thing he had done sexually was make love on top of the sheets with the lights on. She still surprised him from time to time. One of her favorite things was bondage and submission. It did not excite him the way it did her, but he enjoyed fulfilling her fantasies. Kayla claimed that she was stuck being in charge all day and expected to make decisions, so it was nice to let someone else do it.\n\n“I had an idea at work today,” Kayla was saying as he tightened the silk. She gave it a tug to make sure it would hold; Kayla enjoyed struggling.\n\n“What’s that?” Thomas guided her ankle to a corner and began tying it.\n\n“They passed that law a couple of months ago letting couples apply for dom/sub licenses.”\n\n“I must have missed that.”\n\n“Really? It was all over the news.”\n\n“I don’t watch the news.”\n\n“You really should. Anyway. After they passed the law a couple of years ago making polygamy legal, the BDSM crowd that dom/sub relationships should be recognized.”\n\n“Okay.” He moved to her next ankle. Her legs were spread wide allowing him a perfect view of her neatly trimmed black bush and the delicious lips between her thighs.\n\n“Anyway. You know I kinda like that. You know. Being submissive.”\n\nThomas laughed. “You’re not submissive even when you are.” He pitched his voice in mimic of hers. “Thomas, spank me harder. Thomas, tie me up this way. Thomas, call me dirty names.”\n\nKayla bristled. “I don’t sound like that.”\n\nWith her final ankle tied, she was spread-eagle. There was no way for her to free herself. Once Kayla had him tie her up and leave her until she could free herself. After two hours, her need to pee forced her to admit defeat and ask him to untie her.\n\nHe took the blindfold from the nightsnad and slipped it over her eyes.\n\n“So what were you going to say?”\n\nKayla continued. “What I was going to suggest is that we should go get a license.”\n\n“You’re serious?” His hand slipped between her legs and gently caressed her mound causing Kayla to draw in a sharp breath and arch her back.\n\n“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “It’s hard to concentrate when you’re doing that.”\n\n“What about this?” His finger penetrated her labia and stroked her damp clitoris.\n\n“Shit!” She twisted in her bonds.\n\nHe removed his hand. “You really want to do that? Be my submissive?”\n\n“I think it would be fun.”\n\n“I just have a hard time picturing you as the obedient type.”\n\n“Me? I’m going to promise to love, honor, and obey on our wedding day.”\n\nHis mouth closed around a dark nipple and suckled lightly while a hand gently kneaded her other small breast.\n\nKayla moaned. “I even found a collar online. It’s… Ohh… It’s silver… Ohh shit!”\n\nHis lips moved down her chest and waist until they reached her crotch. His tongue teased her playfully. Kayla forgot what she was talking about as Thomas brought her to a climax.\n\n\nNearly three weeks after that night and a month after their engagement, Thomas and Kayla arrived at the courthouse with her two closest friend Dominica and Lana. They followed the signs to the office responsible for marriage licenses.\n\n“We would like to apply for a dominant/submissive license,” Kayla explained to the clerk. Her normally commanding demeanor was gone, and she looked nervous.\n\nThe clerk, a bored looking woman, passed two forms out. “Fill these out and return them to me.”\n\nOne form was for Kayla and the other for Thomas. Both had the standard questions – name, address, birthdate, social security number, and so on. Then the conversations turned strange. On Kayla’s application it asked for a list of major assets – bank accounts, property, vehicles, and such. It also needed to know any debt – credit cards, loans, etc. On Thomas’s it asked about health insurance and income. Yet the last set of questions on his were completely bizarre: Do you wish for your submissive to work? Do you give your submissive permission to drive without you? Is your submissive permitted to be in public without you? And even odder questions. He marked each yes.\n\nThey returned the forms and waited. Thomas, Kayla, Lana, and Dominica were called one at a time to a small room and asked a series of questions. Was Kayla being forced into this relationship? Was Thomas abusive? Did they feel Thomas was capable of caring for Kayla?\n\nOnce the interviews were completed, the four were led into a spacious office with a large desk behind which sat the judge.\n\n“I’ve reviewed the information provided as well as the interviews.” He turned to Kayla. “Are you certain that you wish to enter into this relationship Ms. Smith?”\n\nKayla nodded nervously. “Yes your honor. It was my idea.”\n\nHe smiled. “Very well.” Turning to Thomas. “And Mr. Jones, are certain you are ready for this responsibility?”\n\nThomas was not so sure but did not want to let Kayla down. “I am your honor.”\n\nHis gaze focused on Lana and Dominica. “And you two young ladies believe that Ms. Smith is doing this of her own free will and is mentally sound and capable of making this decision?”\n\nThe two nodded. “Yes sir.”\n\n“Very well.” He rose and came around the desk.\n\nHe placed a red cushion on the floor. “Ms. Smith, if you will kneel here.”\n\nKayla lowered herself awkwardly on the cushion.\n\n“Mr. Jones, do you have the collar?”\n\nThomas fumbled the velvet case from his pocket and almost dropped it. Inside was a band of silver with scrollwork around the outside and a clasp on the back that would be held closed with a small heart shaped lock.\n\n“Do you have a preferred religion,” the judge asked.\n\n“We’re both Christian,” Kayla answered.\n\nThe judge removed a Bible from the shelf and held it out for Kayla to place her hand on.\n\n“Repeat after me,” he instructed. “I, Ms. Kayla Smith, hereby offer myself and my property of my own free will to Mr. Thomas Jones. From here on I promise to obey him in all things. From here on I belong to him. I do so freely.”\n\nKayla was breathing hard and looked uncertainly at Thomas. He could see her doubts and would not fault her if she chose to forget this.\n\nSwallowing, she recited in an unsteady voice “I, Ms. Kayla Smith…”\n\nWhen she was done, the judge held the Bible to Thomas. “Repeat after me. “I, Mr. Thomas Jones, hereby accept responsibility for Ms. Kayla Smith and her property of my own free will. I shall care for her as my most prized possession.”\n\nThomas repeated the oath and felt sweat trickling down his back.\n\n“You may now collar her,” the judge declared.\n\nThomas was shaking so hard that he could hardly place the collar around her neck. Once it was in place, he dropped the lock twice before fitting it into the clasp and securing it.\n\nThe judge signed two certificates and handed them to Thomas. “These are your certificate of ownership. You and Ms. Smith will need to have your driver’s license updated to reflect your new status. This certificate gives you permission to transfer any of her accounts into your name as well as transfer assets and debt. You will also need to provide a copy to her employer along with permission for her to continue working, if you desire her to.”\n\nKayla gasped and looked wide eyed at Thomas; she obviously had not realized the authority he now had.\n\nAs they made their way from the courthouse, Kayla kept fingering the collar as if the restrictions it now represented were too much.\n\n“I don’t want to quit my job,” Kayla whispered.\n\n“You don’t have to,” he said squeezing her hand. In his mind he was making a list of changes though."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Due to some sort of cosmic curse, the outcome of most of your actions are decided via a roll of a mystical 20d. You're currently on a date that's been going very well, and you're hoping to get lucky. Back at your date's place, you make your roll and the little plastic icosahedron lands on a 1.
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"content": "The evening had been going well. Trish is a really cute, vivacious redhead, with a great sense of humor and considerable tolerance for my awkwardness. Somehow, she seems to find it attractive that I fumble words and get embarrassed all the time. The die has been rolling lucky all evening. My lowest roll was a 12, and she still thought I was cute. We head back to her place, our arms around each other. I feel her slip her hand into the back pocket of my jeans and grope my butt. This is going incredibly well! We get to her place and settle down on the couch. I discreetly roll a 17, and make my move. Her lips meet mine and our tongues begin a wresting match. Our hands wander over each other, groping and fondling. I break the kiss and roll the die behind her back as I ask, \"Do you wanna fuck?\" It comes up with a 1. Oh shit. She gives me a naughty smile. \"You betcha. Be right back. Get those pants off, big boy!\" I can't believe she's still being this way after that awful roll. I strip off my clothes and assume what I hope looks like a sexy pose on the couch. Trish comes back into the room. I see with dismay that she's wearing a large strap-on dildo. \"Get on your knees for me, boy!\" I desperately roll again. It's a 2. \"Sorry I'm out of lube. A little spit will have to do.\" She spits on her hand and rubs it on the head of the dildo, then grabs me and flips me onto my stomach. I howl in pain as the huge latex cock gets rammed up my virgin ass. Damn die."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: write your speech to decensor nudity and/or sex in public media.
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"content": "Donald stepped up to the podium. It was close to the election and he had a plan to win him the election and send that commie fuck Sanders back to Vermont. \n\n“Today, in August 12th, 2020, I Donald J Trump, President of the United States of America, which I am restoring to its true greatness, call for the nips to be free.”\n\nThe crowd gasped as Donald stood there, grinning like Pennywise.\n\n“I want all the titties on the air! Big ones, small ones, anime tiddies! They’re legal in Europe, and that place is a shithole! Why not legalize them, and make👏 America👏 GREAT AGAIN. That is all.” Donald stepped down from the podium, and triumphantly returned to backstage, where he rejoiced in finally freeing those thick anime tiddies for all. Kanye West, his new Vice President after Pence was lynched during pride month in 2019, high fived him, and they got into their limo and went back to the White House, to see the result of 4 years of planning at its culmination. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: as a straight girl, you find it highly annoying that literally every girl you meet is gay for you, even if they are usually straight.
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"content": "((sorry, I was gonna write an outright sex scene but this concept was too damn interesting and I got caught up in it))\n\n\"This girl must be pretty fucking interesting if you want me to meet her so fucking...oh my goodness gracious.\" I sighed and rolled my eyes as I heard the usual tone switch. It happened almost as soon as the busty blonde woman's eyes landed on me. \"Oh my.\"\n\nDon's eyes widened and he looked from me to Belle. I couldn't help but smirk as I watched the two people gawk at me. I was a freak, wasn't I?\n\nBelle spoke before Don did, hurriedly walking over and sitting on the couch opposite from me. \"Oh...hello there. You...you're quite lovely, I must say.\" I could see the confusion on her face, the gears turning in her head as she tried to process and justify her sudden attraction to me. I couldn't hold back a chuckle, she was like a little puppy.\n\n\"Hi there, I'm Mary.\" Normally, I would've stretched out my hand, but I knew from experience that skin-to-skin contact only made things worse. And the last thing I needed was to be an enabler. \"You're Belle, right?\" She was just staring at me now, blushing slightly, looking very confused. \"Lemme guess, you're wondering why you're so attracted to me?\"\n\nThe woman hesitated for a second, glancing at Don and then back to me. Then her eyes dipped down. \"Uh...I suppose you could say that.\"\n\nDon seemed to find this very interesting. Intrigued, he walked over and sat down next to Belle, wrapping his arm around her in an almost possessive fashion. Luckily for me, he seemed way too interested in the situation to be jealous.\n\n\"So...you were telling the truth, huh?\"\n\nI nodded and smiled cynically, giving a glance to the shaken Belle. \"Yep, I told you, and now you can see it for yourself. Your girlfriend, in your words 'the most heterosexual person you know,' has the hots for me.\" Belle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, moving a little closer to Don as if to remind herself that she was already dating him, and couldn't elope with me.\n\nDon winced at this, and looked to Belle as if waiting for her to chime in and deny that. They stared at each other for a second, before she again looked at the ground and nodded. The dark-skinned man adjusted his glasses for a second, thinking, and then turned back to me. \"So, you're telling me...you were cursed?\"\n\n\"Eh, curses are a very specific type of spell, and are usually a lot more harmful to the victim than this. But in principle, it's a curse. The spell itself was more like a hex.\" Belle's stares at me were getting more and more intense. More lustful. The spell was probably doing numbers on her brain, especially since her boyfriend was right here.\n\nNoticing that her grip on him was getting tighter, Don seemed to notice what was going on as well. \"So, every girl you meet, every single one, gets the hots for you like this?\"\n\n\"Yep, except for like...little girls and some really old ladies. Though both of them seem to make a lot more comments on me being 'pretty' or stuff like that.\"\n\n\"And you're...straight.\"\n\nI rolled my eyes and sighed, groaning. I leaned against the armrest of the chair, watching my pull on Belle grow stronger and stronger. \"Yes. That's the annoying part. If I was a lesbian, I'd probably be in the pants of some supermodel right now, and not talking to you.\"\n\nJust then the temptation in Belle seemed to grow too much for her to bear. Dramatically, she whipped out of Don's arms, and practically flew over to me. In an instant, she was grinding against me, peppering me with kisses. \"I suppose you can see why I need your help.\" I said in a flat tone, doing my best not to reciprocate anything.\n\nDon nodded. \"Yeah, uh...I'm not gonna lie though, this is pretty hot. Do you want to...uh...maybe...explore this a bit first?\" He didn't say anything, but the message was in his eyes.\n\nI smirked, my eyes suddenly glued to him. \"Well, I guess I could tolerate this if it meant...having a little fun with you.\" I turned to look at the enchanted woman next to me. \"You wouldn't mind me fucking your boyfriend for a bit, right? Maybe you can watch us, or eat my ass or something.\"\n\nIf Belle had any problems with that, she didn't show them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Confined to bed rest for a few days, you pass the time observing just what sordid and erotic activities your neighbours get up to during the day.
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"content": "My back didn't feel any better after laying in bed all day. Some quack doctor this was. Where did he come from? The nineteenth fucking century? Not only was I still in pain, but now I was bored silly. Out of my fucking mind.\n\nI rolled over to look out my fifth floor window at all my neighbors coming home from work. I watched the lights flicker on in the building across the street as twilight cast it's shadows, growing ever longer. Families setting the table for dinner (boy would it be nice if I wasn't alone), dogs welcoming their masters home (I should get a dog at least), a woman bent over her bed as a man fucked her senseless... Wait, what?!\n\nI did a double take. In a window even with mine, just a few feet down the street. Clear as day. Her pale torso outstretched face down on her bed, her head buried in her pillows covered by her raven hair, her full ass shuttering every time the jacked body behind her thrust his cock deep inside. He was facing down the street from me with no chance of catching me. His body was actually blocking most of the view of the raven haired beauty he was railing. Still, I felt my own cock start to stiffen watching her take him. As she arched her back into him slightly, I found my hand around my shaft and it felt so fucking good to give it a little squeeze.\n\nI had my fucking phone right next to me. Access to the infinite amount of porn the internet had to offer. But here lay. I strained to watch this couple across the street. I found something about their brazenness of fucking right next to a wide open window so much more sexy. I watched her petite body react to his motion in real time. This wasn't just regular porn. Theses were just two incredibly hot people lost in their lust for each other.\n\nI worked the speed of my own masturbation up to match his thrusts. Her body twitched and convulsed. Her tight stomach inhaled sharply accenting the silhouette of her breasts pressed into the bed below her. I reached for a wad of tissues feeling myself reach my limit. He grabbed her by her neck and pulled her body up to his. I aimed my head into the pile of Kleenex I had grabbed, moaning audibly. She turned her head to look at her man, but she didn't make it the whole way to him; her eyes locked with mine.\n\n\"Oh fuck!\" I shut my eyes as I felt myself empty into the tissue. What do I do? What kind of shit storm am I about to be in? This guy's biceps are bigger than my head. If he came over here, hurt back or not, I wouldn't stand a second against him. I kept my eyes shut, fearing I would find both of them staring at me, or worse, his enormous figure down below, thundering across the street for me.\n\nThankfully, neither was the case as I cracked my left eyelid up slightly. The woman was nowhere to be seen. The man was casually dressing himself with his back to the window. Whew... relief washing over me, I reached up and drew my own blinds shut. That was enough excitement for the night.\n\nThe next day I woke to find their curtains still wide open, but their bedroom was sadly empty. I felt a little shame for being such a pervert. But mostly I just wanted them to come home from work and get back to business. I couldn't get the look on her face as she came out of my mind. Her dark eyebrows arched high, her mouth fully agape, her cheeks flushed a dark red. Half way through the day with nothing better to entertain me, I jerked off to my memory of her getting wildly fucked.\n\nI woke from a late afternoon nap to a feeling of excitement in my gut. Their light was on! A half hour I stared intently. A shadow from the hallway here and there, but neither of them entered the frame. She knew I had been watching. Maybe she hadn't told her man, but maybe she wasn't going to let anything happen, keeping it to herself, at least not with the curtains open tonight. My dick sat somewhere between flaccid and erect as it waited anxiously. Just as I was about to give up hope, they drifted through the doorway, making out heavily. Their hands roughly explored each other. Immediately I was a full mast. He shed his shirt first and her top came shortly afterwards. But disaster soon struck.\n\nThe man reached over as she was beginning to unhook her bra on the other side of the room and roughly pulled the curtains shut. Fuck! I pouted like a fucking child. I mean, why did I think I had the right to watch these strangers. Dejected I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through PornHub when something caught my eye. A flash of motion.\n\nI put my phone down to see the woman's pale back smashed against the window. Her plump ass firmly on the window sill. Her long arms contorted and stretched behind her, grabbing onto the curtains for balance. I stared as she ripped the window coverings open wide giving me a full view of her body as she writhed in pleasure. Her man's head was buried between her legs.\n\nShe turned to look at me. Right the fuck in my window. She licked her lips seductively and batted her long eyelashes. I couldn't move. I was frozen stiff. She bit her lip and quivered as her man pleased her pussy, but kept her eyes locked on me the entire time.\n\nUnsure what I should do next, she gave me a hint. Raising her hand she made a pumping gesture with her fist. Cautiously I moved my hand down my stomach and grabbed my throbbing cock. She grinned and shook her head up and down, encouraging me forward. I started jerking slowly. She seemed to delight in every stroke I took. \"Fuck me,\" her lips silently formed the words driving me faster. Her back arched, her shoulder blades rippled, her leg quivered hanging over her man's shoulder. But the entire time she came she stared right. at. me.\n\nShe wasn't satisfied though. Climbing down from the window sill she gestured for her man to stand and placing her skinny hands on his broad chest, gave him a little shove so he landed on the bed. She turned to give me a little wink as she climbed on top of him. I shut my eyes briefly and threw my head back imagining it was *I* she was climbing atop instead. \n\nShe went right at it. Full speed cowgirl. She leaned over him, hands on his chest, as she gave me a full view of her pussy sliding up and down his cock. God how I wanted that jiggling ass riding me! That pitch black hair hanging down to my face. I wanted the velvety feeling of her milky skin against mine. I bucked my hips into the air imagining it was into her.\n\nI fought the urge to explode. I wanted to last until they were finished. But she had more power over me than I thought. Throwing her body back and landing on her arms behind her, she kept riding him. He was staring at the ceiling now, and knowing he wouldn’t notice, she turned again to look at me. Opening her mouth wide, she stuck her tongue out as if inviting me to cum. Watching her athletic body continue to ride him while offering me her mouth to fill, I lost it. And she delighted in it!\n\nWatching me spill my load onto my stomach must have sent her over the edge again because her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell forward onto her man. Her leg spasmed the same way it had when she came at the window, except this time harder and longer.\n\nThe three of us lay catching our breath for sometime before she stood first. Walking to the window completely naked, she stood, not looking at me, but I'm sure knowing I was staring at her. Full breasts with little pink nipples, still erect. Thin tummy with wide hips. Dark hair matted down with sweat and cum between her legs. She was a fucking goddess. Then briefly, she looked directly at me, blew a little kiss on her palm in my direction, and drew the shades shut.\n\nI was so pissed I had to go back to work tomorrow night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: During your studies of the Occult, you caught the attention of a very ancient eldritch deity. Unfortunately, it is extremely possessive, and will stop at nothing to make you its own
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"content": "[Will be working on this slowly throughout the day] \n\n[PART 1]\nCurled in a chair as old as the house it sat in was a young woman. She sat, reading a large book, with one leg tucked underneath her and the other leg flung over the arm, foot drawing lazy circles in the air. The womans long, ebony tresses provided a small blanket about her bare shoulders. \n\nThe shadows watched her.\n\nShe sat comfortably in the small cone of light cast from a lamp that hung above her head. The light barely cut into the room, but it was more than sufficient for her to read the book. Unnoticed by herself, the women's foot would draw its circles in a clockwise direction if what she was reading was easy to decipher, and counter clockwise if it was not. Tonight, her foot had spent much more time counterclockwise than the alternative. She would never be able to tell you this. \n\nThe shadows noticed. \n\nThick frames held heavy lens that stretched eyebrow to cheek, catching and correcting her eyesight as the woman looked down at the pages in front of her. The book told of impossible things; beings that could not be contained by walls, creatures that existed at right angles to all our own. In the days of late she had become transfixed by such stories and was having no trouble finding many more in the library which she sat in. It had belonged to her grandmother, a strange woman who collected many books akin to the one the woman in the chair currently held, but now the library belonged to her, and all the strange books in it. \n\nFor the first time in long years, the shadows had heard a mind whisper their name. It had been drawn by the scent of curiosity, and had found its quarry. For some nights it had waited, watching, but now it knew what had called it, and it wanted her. \n\nShe flipped the page, but then reached underneath her glasses to give her eyes a rub. Fatigue had enveloped her, and she knew that if she didn't close the book and head to bed soon the chair would become her bed. And with that she would wake up with a crick in her neck- no, it wouldn't be a pleasant sleep at all. Rising to her feet, she closed the book and set it carefully on the chair. Normally she would set a bookmark, but during her reading she had set it down somewhere to be swallowed up in the dark, and preferred the future pain of trying to find the right page the next time she read to the current pain of trying to figure out where she had laid the mark down. Stretching, the woman reached up to pluck the lamp from its hook. The library had much natural lighting during the day but didnt have any actual electricity running through it. No switches to flick, but that meant these late night readings required assistance. \n\nThe shadows drew in hungrily. \n\nHowever as she stretched towards the lamp, the light reflected against her glasses, revealing smudges on the lens. With a frown, the woman whisked her glasses off her face. The world burst into blur, edges gone and only soft colours blossoming against each other, muted further in the dim light. She turned, angling her body partially away from the lamp so that the light would reflect against her glasses. Pulling her shirt up, the woman revealed her navel to the darkness as she used the edge to wipe down her glasses. As she cleaned, something pulled at the corner of her eye- some strange form seemed to be in the darkness, drawing together harder than her myopic eyes would regularly allow her to see. In the darkly lit blur that surrounded her, there was almost a solid shape... she thrust her glasses onto her face again, but the blurry world was dispersed and in its place only the expected remained. \n\nThe shadow blushed in its thn'nor- she had almost seen it! Few had that eye, the one to see the unseeable. Fewer still had reason to use it. Where the shadow had been resolute, it was now determined. \n\nGlasses now clean enough, the woman grabbed the lamp and made her way out of the library. She crept past tall bookcases, her lamp peaking down each aisle, revealing hundreds of books stacked haphazardly on creaky, old shelves. Her steps were soft, muffled by the socks she wore that crept from toe to thigh, stopping barely an inch below where her shorts started. \n\nBehind her the shadows congealed,, creeping soundlessly as it followed. \n\n The woman reached the bathroom, the door standing slightly ajar. Still the hall was only lit by her lamp, and so barely revealed much if her surroundings. To her right was her bedroom door, shut tight, and so the woman reached out and flicked the door handle. The light of her lamp spilled into the room, revealing a bed only a few feet away. It had been folded neatly, but the dim light barely revealed that. She left the door open, turning back towards the bathroom door. With a flick, she switched the lamp off and plunged herself into darkness.\n\nThe shadows had been waiting in a patient agony, but now they rushed forward, propelling itself down the hallway-\n\nShe fumbled in the dark for a moment, with one hand clasped to her eyes, before finding the lightswitch. Although her hand still shaded her eyes, the woman felt the light as it lit the bathroom and spilled into the hallway, a comforting blanket of familiar. She kept her eyes covered gently, the light touching softly against her eyelids and staining them red. She fumbled for her toothbrush for a moment but, thanks to living alone, it was exactly where she had expected it to be. She began to brush her teeth, thinking back to the book she had been reading as she did so, keeping her eyes shut all the while. \n\nIt had been quick, but not quick enough. Patience was something it had aeons of experience in, but the thrill of the hunt sometimes still consumed it. Just outside the ring of light it waited, ready, hungry. \n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Could I have some prompts involving hypnosis/mind control?
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"content": "A man borrows his girlfriend’s chapstick, unaware that it is a love potion. (Love Potion #9) He is also unaware that is why he’s in love with her.\n\nYou’ve adopted a Hypnotoad that is so happy with your new home that it convinces your guests to please you sexually.\n\nProfessor X and Jean Grey, unbeknownst to each other, take over the minds of Mystique and [Insert Character] for some fun in the sheets.\n\nThe Manchurian Candidate, except with sex. When a certain phrase is uttered, a girl can’t keep herself from pleasing others. Unfortunately, the phrase is in very common usage\n\nDue to subliminal messaging, you find yourself becoming more and more attracted to a person you never cared about before \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are a priest/priestess for the god/goddess of sex. Describe your average day.
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"content": "**Journal of Caprica Argyris XVIII, Priestess of Renalia**\n\n**1st Thargelion, Prime Day of the Renalial**\n\nBirds sing happily and the sky begins to bloom into beautiful blues and crimsons as the morning of my destiny finally comes. I have risen with the sun, unable to sleep from the frenzy of emotion within me. The season for the blessings of our Goddess Renalia, Lady of Carnal Unions, and the festivals thereof, has begun! I have a long day ahead of me; this is to be my first Renalial, now that I am finally of age. I am very excited!\n\nMany ceremonies shall take place today, all of which my sisters and I have trained in for all the years of our adult lives. I would recount them here that I might freshen myself for the day and have the Goddess' blessing in being mindful of Her Wish -- that all who wish to have carnal enjoyments in Her name shall do so with Her blessings, that Her legacy shall spread far and wide, and that all those who come to Her temple give of themselves in service.\n\n* The Rites of the High Priestess will open the ceremony for the day, as is tradition. After consuming the Sacred Salve made from the Fruit of Lusts, she will enter The Passion wherein she pleasures herself at her throne in the Sanctum for the remainder of the ceremony. My sisters and I will begin our rotations bathing and massaging her in sacred oils -- especially over her breasts, thighs, buttocks, and her Rose -- as she begins a long day enraptured by The Passion and pleasures herself to orgasm over and over again. Though I am not averse to the pleasures of our Goddess' loving Wish, I secretly fear the day I might undergo The Choosing with my sisters and ascend to become the High Priestess myself. I have heard tales of the amazing Sacred Salve, and its maddening effects on women, though I shudder in fear when I imagine bringing myself to orgasm once every few minutes for twelve consecutive hours. What erotic soreness she must feel! Even with various sexual implements used by various methods and positions to help her along, by the end of the day, her throat is hoarse from the moaning and the whole of the Inner Sanctum of Renalia reeks of her sex. Still, the Rite of the High Priestess excites our people so, and thus is blessed of Her Wish.\n\n* In the Conception Rites, a couple and their families who are united in Renalia's name wish to consecrate the first coupling of their marraige, thus securing a future of healthy children and a strong union ever-forth. Many of the wives are my very own sisters of the faith who executed their Conception Rites during their wedding ceremony, as is tradition, but did not become with child. I love them, and I love to see them in the joyful agony of carnal union -- they taught me everything about our Goddess. Naturally, those conceived and born of our faith by any means secure a long lasting future for our Goddess and Her legacy. While most of us never see the child in question born unto this world (there are other Priestesses for this, of which I am not familiar), we invariably get to see the children conceived, in the very moments of the coupling. What a special blessing! As during the wedding ceremony itself, the families of the husband and wife are usually present for the observance of Her sacrament, and the decorum for those in attendance is often more pronounced than at the wedding itself. Elders recount their first Conception Rites; siblings cheer on their brother or sister as the Moment of Sacred Emission approaches; great ululation and festivity erupts when the child is conceived. Renalia smiles with joy when a woman reaches her climax, and doubly so if one occurs at the same time the Moment of Sacred Emission. I hope Renalia smiles on many couplings today. This reminds me -- I should clean the Altar of Conception this morning, with lots of soap and warm water, and have extra buckets at the ready.\n\n* After our first treaties with the border tribes, many paid pilgrimage to visit us during the Renalial; based on the number of tents, horses, and wagons beyond the gate, this will be our most-attended year yet. The Welcoming of the Travelers shall be very challenging this year -- I am lucky to have so many sisters come of age alongside me. In The Welcoming, all outsiders who pledge themselves to Renalia by reciting the Amatory at her statue beyond the temple gates; who donate all of their holy symbols, books, and tokens of their Old Gods in offering to Her (the smelters and harvesters in the forges and workshops below salvage them, I hear); and who cast away their tribal garb and stride forth into the temple in the nude, as is tradition (the clothing is added to the pyre during the Oblation of Burning Lust) are welcomed to our great Goddess' warm embrace. Then, their commitment to Renalia being seen as fulfilled, each of the male travelers will be serviced by one of my sisters and I, and the Welcoming of the Travelers will be complete. Great feasting and celebration is to be had afterward! Though I have found many of my sisters say in recent years as attendance has risen, that their bellies are rather full after the Welcoming. The female travelers who accompany the males usually demonstrate some confusion or protest as their men are Welcomed, but a sip of the Sacred Salve during the recital of the Amatory usually calms them to the point that they can be led to the training grounds within the Sanctum, where they join our great sisterhood.\n\nI have so many more ceremonies to attend to this month, and so many more thoughts racing through my mind that I wish to write down lest I forget... oh, how my mind races so! But I must begin my morning stretches and exercises, and prepare my Rose, my mouth, and the rest of my body for The Welcoming of the Travelers, and the other ceremonies. \n\nMay Renalia smile upon us all today!\n\n*-- Caprica Argyris XVIII*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A college girl is sitting on the couch, eating a peach. This drives her roommate insane.
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"content": "\"Mmmm\" she bites into the pink wedge and sucks softly at the juice dripping from her lips.\n \"Ohhh\" she smirks sliding her fingers between her breasts, her tongue reaching out to coax her now peach coated fingers into her mouth. The soft moan simply pushing over her fingers as she licks the escaping beads of liquid. \nShe bites her lip eyes flicking up with her taunting moan, her breath catching and hesitating a moment before drawing in another bite, the splash of fluid soak her chin. Her hand tracing over her lips to capture the traitorous juices. Her tongue cupping her fingers, hollowing her cheeks as she claims the drops with a moan. Her chest rises as she arcs her back repositioning herself. Her hips slowly lift careful not to drop her bowl clamped between her thighs. She licks her lush lips and they glisten as she moans from the delicious lingering fruit. \nAnother bite and the gush spews over chest, her infectious giggle as she dips her finger into her cleavage and half hearted \"oops\" makes for the breaking point. \nShe abandons most of what has stuck to her skin as she sucks the rest of the wedge from between her fingers. \"Mmmm ahhh, so good\" she breaths out with a caught shiver. \nHer fingers tracing the stick clinging to her, her blush trailing its way from her cheeks to her fingers. \"I think I need a shower\" she giggles with a half glance up and a sigh, \"so sloppy\" ...\nHer words linger heavily in the air as she slides off the couch, her fluffy shorts momentarily gripping where the peach juice had yet to be discovered by her outlining her delight. The thought seeds at the glimpse, is it from the peach? \nShe turns from the room, her fingers already pulling her top away leaving only the soft image of her silk skin to tease the wonton destruction she left behind. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP][EU][Non-con] Chewbacca blames Rey for Han/Luke's deaths. So, as punishment, he savagely and angrilly fucks her against her will. Taking back the Falcon for himself, and dumping her back on Jakku.
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"content": "Rey was sitting in the cockpit of the falcon, they were headed for the outer rim where the Resistance was set to meet and arrange their plans for the future. Chewbacca walked in. Rey didn’t talk to him much, because she couldn’t understand him without C-3PO, so she kept her eyes out the windshield and looking at the gorgeous views as the Falcon auto-piloted through space. C-3PO came into the room and said, “Chewbacca has made some adjustments to our flight, he asked me to tell you of them.” The golden robot said before leaving the room. Chewbacca started typing with his big furry hands onto the computer of the piloting system. He input the results and hit the autopilot button. The ship made not immediate changes to course, but slowed power to the engines to make a future turn or two. They didn’t dare use hyperspace or be tracked by the First Order’s new hyperspace tracker. \n\nRey continued to admire the cosmos when Chewbacca’s furry paw grabbed her. The large beast yanked her from her seat easily, and Rey cried out “Chewy what are you doing?” The beast looked at her with its squinty little eyes, she was held off the ground by the arm now. The tall Wookiee held her up high, opening a smuggling cabinet up in the ceiling, and slamming her wrist in the cabinet, the door slammed and partially latched on her wrist, and pain shot through her arm, her wrist was shattered. Chewbacca used his two free hands to tear her robes off, discarding the torn pieces of fabric by the shut door. He opened the cabinet and the now naked girl fell to the floor, clutching her wrist in pain. The Wookiee picked her up by the throat, and growled fiercely, before slamming her to the ground, he looked at her vagina, it was small for Wookiee standards, but would do. Rey saw the Wookiee’s erection rise through the smelly matted fur, the pale cock being about 14 inches long. He pushed it into Rey with little concern for her wellbeing, and started thrusting, going as deep as Rey’s walls would let him. Rey was crying out in pain and C-3PO was at the door asking questions, wondering what was happening. Chewbacca fucked and ravaged the poor girl until the ship slowed down to show sand dunes and her old scrapper’s depot from before her escape off this planet. Chewbacca fucked her longer, until finally ejaculating a Pinkish semen into her vagina. He pulled out, then grabbed the nude girl by the throat again, cutting off her airflow. Rey grabbed at the own locked around her throat. Chewbacca took her to the merchant, and offered her up to her as a slave. One quick transaction later, and Rey was bound, and Chewy took the falcon and flew off. \n\nRey was taken to the market that day and sold for “twenty full portions.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two succubi fight over a human. Eventually, they agree to share.
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"content": "\"XISHA!\"\n\nLythis kicked open Xisha's door to the sound of cracking wood, as the ancient, massive door is halfway turned into splinters. Lythis was barely dressed, her pantyhose torn in several places, and with several trails of semen all dripping down from her pussy. Her upper body wasn't any better, any bra she had worn was long gone, and what little remained of her shirt from the claws and bites were nothing more than scraps, leaving little of her luscious body to the imagination. Before Xisha managed to put up a defence, Lythis flew across the bedroom with demonic speed, grabbing Xisha's throat and shoving her against the nearest wall, her hand deeply distenting the throat. Xisha tried to speak, but with her airway blocked, she managed nothing more than a gurgle. \n\n\"This. Has to end. Now.\"\n\nNo human would have remained calm in the face of Lythis' otherworldly anger, but Xisha wasn't exactly a human. Instead, she calmly placed her hand around Lythis' wrist, and pushed her arm away. \n\n\"Looked like you had fun though.\"\n\nLythis was surprised she wasn't busy coughing her lungs up, but she had no intention of losing face in front of her sister. \n\n\"YOU RUINED MY FAVOURITE SHIRT. AGAIN.\"\n\n\"Hey now, I didn't do-\"\n\nThe slap sent Xisha's face sideways, but she quickly turned her head back.\n\n\"YOU summoned that minotaur in my room. AGAIN.\"\n\nLythis managed to stop the second slap before it hit her cheek.\n\n\"Oh, and you NEVER locked me in the room with that tentacle monster, do you REALLY wanna' go there?\"\n\nLythis realized her exposed breasts were pressed against Xisha's, but if Xisha noticed, she didn't make it obvious.\n\n\"Ju-... Look, I'm here to make a deal.\"\n\nLythis was still obviously seething with anger, but she somehow managed to keep her voice sounding normal.\n \n\"This fight has gone on long enough. We both want the same thing, but as long as we serve dad, we can never attack each other directly, so here's the deal.\"\n\nXisha was intrigued. She always thought her sister wasn't capable of planning anything except how to find the best cock, but this, at least partially, proved her wrong.\n\n\"We share him. Erian.\"\n\nXisha let out a deep, quiet laughter, but Lythis ignored it, and tried to reason with her sister.\n\n\"Look, we're never gonna get him when we spend all our time trying to stop the other one from getting him. Besides, there's no way he can't feed the both of us for a while.\"\n\nXisha smiled, and gently groped the presumably still sore buttocks of her sister. \n\n\"On... Some conditions.\"\n\nAfter loudly smacking her sister's left buttock, Xisha placed two fingers on her sister's pussylips.\n\n\"I get to go first.\"\n\nWithout any resistance, she moved both her fingers knuckle-deeply inside. Lythis was calming down, but she wasn't fond of what her sister was doing, much less the prospect of anything less than a perfectly fair deal.\n\n\"And...\"\n\nXisha pulled her cum-stained fingers to her lips, and gently licked them with her tongue. In reality, she was buying time, because she wasn't sure how much she could push her sister, but she pretended she was just teasing her.\n\n\"You'll be my bottom. For a week.\"\n\nLythis was relieved, and if it wasn't for the fact that her sister might alter the deal, she would have hugged and/or thanked her for going so easy with her. Blood relations among succubi (and incubi, for that matter) only mattered for hierarchical reasons, and very few families ever stayed together for reasons other than the power they gained from numbers. If backstabbing someone lead to more power, blood meant nothing. As a result, most higher-sentience demons lived a highly dangerous life, while few, such as Lythis, chose a life of indulgence, free of all the politicking, and as a direct consequence, often found themselves abused by greedier kin. Xisha was that greedy kin, but due to their father keeping her power-games in check, as he wanted to keep his kingdom safe, Xisha had grown rather attached to her sister, all the games they'd played, all the sex they'd had, and all the 'pranks' they had pulled on each other. Several times, she'd even defended Lythis against her own rivals, and though she claimed she did it for her own interest, she knew that it was actually because she cared for her.\n\n\"Hmph. Fine. Just, please, not in my ass.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Demons, like Spirits, wish to see the world of the living. However, the act of crossing over is so painful that it leaves them feral, broken. You have discovered a way to open a rift that would permit a painless entry, and a Demon has come to thank you
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"content": "“Hello Scott”\n\nI froze, no one should have been able to get into my lab without a key card. Turning around I found a beautiful woman like creature sitting on my lab bench. Her skin was a pale lavender with dark hair that fell around her chest. Horns that looked like they belonged to a ram graced her head and to my surprise she had a long slim tail. It switched side to side on the bench almost cat like. \n\n“Umm hi, I’m sorry how did you get into my lab and uhhh who are you?” I was pretty freaked out. My lab was top secret, level 10 security. Whoever she was she was not supposed to be here. \n\n“My name is Mura, I’m a demon from another dimension. Your work on anti matter has torn a rift into my dimension. Our scientists were able to stabilize it. Thanks to you there’s now safe passage between our worlds. We’re all very grateful to you Scott.” \n\nI hadn’t been expecting her response. Sure she looked pretty different but a demon? Another dimension? Scientists? My knowledge of demons was that they were evil, baby eating monsters. Hell this girl was wearing a floral dress! It was pink! She didn’t look or sound like a monster. \n\n“Well uhh Mura, thank you. I wasn’t intending to tear into your dimension I was just doing my work. But umm you’re welcome. I probably need to get back to work now. How did you get in here anyways?”\n\nShe laughed, it was a pretty sound like Christmas bells. When she smiled her cheeks become a deeper shade of purple. I smiled, for a demon she was very cute. \n\n“It was easy, I just borrowed the security guards key card. Don’t worry I didn’t hurt him. Demons are actually very kind developed creatures. They only have a bad reputation because of the previous method of crossing over. It left many of us insane, that’s all over now thanks to you.”\n\n“Well it was no trouble, but you should probably be going before somebody finds out you’re here.” She tilted her head towards me and rose to leave. As she walked towards the door her dress swished around her knees, tail swaying with her stride. “Mura wait,” she turned to look at me “are you busy Friday?”\n\nShe smiled shaking her head no, “Wanna get dinner?” \n\nThe next few days of work were frantic. After demons began crossing over in mass the military came and confiscated my lab. They blamed me for the rift between worlds. It’s not like I had meant to do anything. As it turns out Mura was telling the truth. Within two days the demons had sent over a diplomatic envoy and a peace treaty was signed, embassies exchanged. By Friday demons and humans were already beginning to move between worlds. Mingling. It was the most peaceful change in history anyone could think about. The whole world was focused on the demons but all I could think about was the one: Mura. \n\nFriday evening I walked to my favorite restaurant. A small Italian place with open air tables and fantastic garlic bread. There she was wearing another dress. This one was turquoise with an ivy leaf design. It complimented her skin beautifully. We sat and chatted. She hadn’t had Italian before so I ordered for the both of us. The date lasted hours. By the end of the night we sat across from each other holding hands, her long tail curled around my ankle beneath the table. \n\n“Scott this has been wonderful” she purred, “thank you. I didn’t know the human world was so nice.” I smiled, she had no idea how pretty she was. Motioning for the waiter I got our check and paid. We left together hand in hand. “Mura would you like to come over for some coffee?” Her smile said everything. \n\nAt my house I went through the motions of brewing coffee while Mura wandered around my living room, seemingly in awe of my collection of books. My heart pounded in my chest painfully, she was so beautiful it hurt. “Scott, why are you afraid of me?” Turning I found her eyes beseeching me, she looked sad. “Mura I could never be afraid of you, why do you ask that?” She crossed her arms over her chest whispering “Because you’re heart is going so fast, it means you fear me.” \n\n“No Mura, it means I’m anxious. It means I’m excited to be here with you.” I stepped closing the distance between us. “It means I want you here with me.” Tentatively I wrapped my arms around her. Tucking a strand of hair behind her delicately pointed ear. \n\nShe looked up at me, her catlike eyes met mine and I couldn’t take it anymore. I kissed her pressing my body against hers. A mewl escaped her lips as she twisted her fingers in my hair. I licked her lips and she opened for me. My tongue sought hers and it passed over her sharp canines. The kiss deepened as I picked her up in my arms. I felt her lithe legs wrap around my waist and her tail curled around my right thigh. I carried her to my bed and laid her down gently. Kissing her neck as I did.\n\nShe reached up unbuttoning my shirt and I tossed it to the floor. “Do you want this Mura?” I asked. “Yes Scott, I want you.” With joy I reached down to remove her dress. Shyly she pulled it over her head, for a second it got stuck on her horns and I had to help her remove it. Beneath the dress was more of the perfectly smooth lavender skin. I watched in awe as she removed her bra. I grabbed her kissing and sucking on her nipples. She tasted like heaven as I ground my rock hard erection against her. Mura wrapped herself around me again as I reached down to touch her. \n\nShe was soaking wet as I gently touched her pussy. Her head tilted back with a gasp as I slid a finger inside. God she was so beautiful. “Oh Scott!” With a grunt I stood removing the rest of my clothes. Mura grinned and removed her lacy thong. \n\n“Holy shit” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Between her legs was not just one gorgeous pussy but two! “Is something wrong?” Mura looked worried. “No no beautiful everything is wonderful. Human woman just uhh only have one is all, I was surprised. I promise you’re perfect.” She giggled “Only one? How boring!” This woman never ceased to amaze me. “Which one should I uhhh well, which one Mura?” \n\nHer smile was shy, “Whichever one you want Scott. Or both...” That was the only encouragement I needed. I kissed her again feeling her soft lips on mine. Her hands ran down my back dragging her nails against my skin. I pressed my erection against the right one and pushed. She was so slick that I slid inside easily. Her moan of pleasure encouraged me to continue. I moved again and started to take her. My cock slid back and forth with ease. I felt her tail against my legs and watched surprised as she used it to fuck her other pussy in time with me. \n\nIt was so hot I couldn’t contain myself I just wanted to cum inside her. Kissing her again I grunted to her that I was close. She giggled and removed the tail. I felt it slick moving along my backside until suddenly it was pressing against my ass. “Mura what are you.. ah!” Her tail pushed and was suddenly buried deep in my ass massaging me from inside. “Oh fuck!” I couldn’t take it anymore. \n\nI fucked her harder and harder alternating between her beautiful pussies as she kissed me and fucked my ass. Finally I couldn’t last another second and I came inside her. Slowly she withdrew herself from me and I pulled her into my arms. Mura kissed my check. “Was it okay Scott?” I sighed, “Yes it was more than okay. Let’s do this again sometime.”\n\n“Yes Scott, I don’t have any plans tomorrow.” I laughed, of course it would be my luck to make a demon girl fall head over heels with me. Smiling I looked down at the lavender beauty in my arms “Mura have you ever been to the beach?” "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The monster in the woods wants to taste her, though not in the way she thinks...
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"content": "The vampire was coming for her. Lexi had to find somewhere to hide, and quickly! She found an old log and crouched down behind it. The vampire steadily grew closer.\n\n“Come out, little girl,” the vampire said, “come out and play with mistress. Mistress just wants a taste.”\n\nLexi whimpered. The vampire turned sharply toward her. *This is it*, Lexi thought, as the vampire closed her hand around Lexi’s arm.\n\nThe vampire threw Lexi to the ground. A second later, she was tearing at Lexi’s clothes. Lexi tried to fight, but the vampire was just too strong. In a flash, the poor girl was stripped naked, trying in vain to cover herself.\n\nThe vampire cast a spell on her that relaxed Lexi, calmed her. Made her open herself up. The vampire slowly kissed her way down Lexi’s body to rest on her mound.\n\n“Wait,” Lexi said, “I thought vampires sucked blood!”\n\n“Not this time, my sweet,” the vampire replied, “no, this time, we’re going to have some fun first.” She gave Lexi’s mound a kiss, before moving down to her pussy. Lexi was already starting to get wet.\n\n“No, please, don’t,” Lexi cried, “Please, please don’t, *please!*” But it was too late.\n\nThe vampire latched onto Lexi’s cunt and began licking and sucking for all she was worth. She could hear Lexi’s moans between her protests. She violated the girl with her tongue and fingers, reaching places Lexi never even knew she had.\n\nSeveral long minutes of moaning, pleading, and begging went by. Suddenly, Lexi felt her body seize up with an orgasm. She had never felt anything like this! She was euphoric, ecstatic, giddy, as though this was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to her.\n\n“Now,” the vampire said, “How do you feel?”\n\n“I feel amazing!” Lexi half shouted, “I feel wonderful! I must...I must have it again.” The vampire smiled.\n\n“You would do anything to feel that again, wouldn’t you?”\n\nIt was like a compulsion. She had to have it. She wanted to cum again so badly. She wanted it. She needed it. And there was only one way, one person who could provide it.\n\n“Yes, mistress,” Lexi said, “Please, give me more.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're and reserved, but your friends have just abandoned you on a liberal beach. Someone extremely sexy approaches you and ask you to put sun cream on them... all... over...
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"content": "\"Come on Ian, get out of those shorts and come join us in the water!\"\n\n\"Err, you guys go on ahead,\" I stuttered, \"I think I'm going to take a walk. Explore a bit.\"\n\n\"Suit yourself man,\" said Cam laughing as he turned to kiss Natalie, wrapping an arm around her waist.\n\nI couldn't help staring a little as the made out in the shallows, completely naked and unashamed. That was the point of this place - a 'clothing optional' beach where anything and everything goes. Cam and Nat were regular here - as pot-smoking, free-lovin' southern Californian hippies, this was totally their scene. They'd convinced me to come along this time, and I already felt like the awkward third wheel.\n\nI stood up, brushing sand off my board shorts, and started heading down the beach. Almost like magic, I felt my bad mood disappearing. It really was a beautiful day - the sun was shining, the sea was deep blue and sparkling, and the pristine white sand was warm and soft between my toes. \n\nThere weren't many people on the beach, to my surprise. Did the prospect of nudity keep them away? I *did* pass quite a few couples though - relaxing, reading, sunbathing, and getting *frisky*. I averted my eyes, blushing, and headed towards a rocky outcrop at the far end. I was kicking around some seashells by the water when the voice interrupted me.\n\n\"Hey, you got a minute?\"\n\nI looked up, startled, and looked around until my eyes settled on her. She was standing by the rocks, away from the water, in a fluttering sundress with a straw hat. A bag of beach supplies and a towel spread beside her on the sand.\n\n\"Yeah, I'm talking to you,\" she said with a smile, \"I could use some help!\"\n\n\"Umm, sure. What do you, uh - how can I help?\" I asked, awkwardly.\n\n\"Help me put on sunscreen!\" she laughed, \"I can never do it myself.\"\n\nShe bent over, rummaging in her bag to pull out the tube, and as she straightened, I got my first good look at her. The sundress fluttered in the breeze, clinging to her long, slim legs. Her face was like something out of a Vogue catelogue - sparkling hazel eyes, aristocratically upturned nose, pale, freckled, and framed with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. \n\n\"Well?\" she said, holding out the tube of sunscreen.\n\n\"Right, sure,\" I said, taking it from her. \"Do you want to, uh, sit down?\"\n\n\"Yeah, let me just slip out of this.\"\n\nShe must have caught my look of surprise. She turned to me with a giggle, \"You do know this place is clothing optional, right? Is that a problem?\"\n\n\"N-no, no problem,\" I said, cringing at the way it came out.\n\nHer mouth quirked in a smirk. \"Good.\"\n\nShe slipped off the shoulders of her dress, and did a little shimmy to slip out of it, letting it fall to the sand. All she was wearing underneath was a bright white bra and matching panties. Before I could say anything, the bra was off revealing pale, perky breasts - c-cups in my (amateur) estimation. \n\nI couldn't stop myself staring, and started going red when her eyes caught mine. Her smile just widened. Without another words, she hooked her fingers into her panties, and slid them off her hips. Smooth, freshly shaven. Idly, I wonder if she shaves every time she comes down here.\n\nShe settled on the towel - on her back - and shot me an expectant look. Stunned, I sat down on the sand beside her, not sure how to begin. As if she read my mind, she commented \"Why don't you start with my shoulders, then work your way... well, all over.\"\n\nI nodded dumbly, and fumbled with the tube of sunscreen. The lid opened with a *pop*, and at the same time I accidentally squeezed the tube to hard. It spurted out white and sticky, splattering her face and chest. She gasped in surprise, then giggled.\n\n\"It's a little early for that, don't you think?\"\n\n\"S-sorry!\"\n\n\"It's alright, didn't get any in my hair,\" she said with a grin as she spread the splatters of cream over her face. \"Well, keep going!\"\n\nI gulped nervously, and squeezed out a dollop of sunscreen onto my right hand. I started, as she suggested, with her shoulders. Her skin was soft, smooth, and warm to my touch. She shut her eyes and hummed in pleasure as my hands worked on her shoulders, her neck, her upper chest. Hesitantly my hands moved lower, massaging her breasts. They were perky, warm handfuls of soft flesh, and as I worked, I felt her nipples harden. She let out a soft sigh.\n\n*to be continued...*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A bi-curious woman goes to a lesbian bar and gets picked up.
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"content": "As I sat in the bar nervously, I questioned why I was here. \n\nAll my friends had said, \"Anh, it'll be fun.\" \n\n\"Anh, you should try new experiences.\" \n\n\"Anh, it's not like you even have to sleep with a chick.\"\n\nAnd so here I was, sitting in a lesbian bar, questioning why I had listened to them. \n\nI had always been unsure of whether I only liked guys ever since I saw my roommate Jen passionately making out with her girlfriend but I never thought I would end up being in a lesbian bar.\n\nAnd yet, here I was, sitting by a bar, music blasting as I saw many lesbian chicks dancing and kissing. \n\nThrough the black lights and neon glowsticks, I saw a few gay dudes here and there encouraging their female friends while giving each other hickeys. \n\n\"Hey, mind if I buy you a drink?\"\n\nI turned to see a stocky Asian girl who was a bit taller than me. \n\n\"Um, I guess...\"\n\nA few jello shots later and the conversation was abuzz. \n\nI learned a lot about Yu. She was one year older than me, being a Junior in the same college as I was, and she was surprised to see another Asian girl in the bar. She was studying accounting, which was the same major as me and we both loved watching K-Dramas. \n\nApparently, Asian lesbians were not common and she was very happy to see others brave enough to defy the traditions of Asian cultures.\n\nAs the conversation continued, I realized my friends were nowhere to be seen.\n\nI quickly checked my phone and I saw a text from Jen. \n\"Hey Anh, sry bt I left w/ some1, gt bck safely\"\n\nI groaned. It was definitely going to be a long walk back alone, being so late.\n\n\"Something wrong?\", asked Yu.\n\n\"Ugh. My roommate just left without me and I have to get back to my dorm.\" \n\"Um, alright, want me to go with you?\"\n\nYu helped me up and soon, we were walking back to my dorm. \nAs I stood outside my dorm room, I asked Yu, \"Are you sure it's alright walking back to your place? I mean, my third suitemate Ash is always out for sorority parties and she wouldn't mind letting you use her bed.\"\n\nWe went into the dorm room and as soon as we closed the door, I couldn't help but pull her in for a kiss.\n\nYu blushed and she pushed me back, looking into my eyes before pulling me in for a kiss again.\n\nBefore I could comprehend what was happening, our half-naked selves were rolling on my bed. Our clothes were scattered around on the floor like a tornado had just stolen the clothes off our backs\n\nI felt her hot kisses on my neck and her hands unclasping my bra.\n\nI felt my hands wrap around her hot body. \n\nSoon, I was completely topless, with her on top. She started kissing me down to my breasts before gently nibbling on my hardened nipple.\n\nI moaned, feeling my face get hot as my hands moved down to touch her soft panties. \n\nI could feel the wetness, both on her panties and on my steaming pussy.\n\nShe was so soft, much softer than the panties I had felt seconds ago and I let her soft fingers pull off my gray thong. \n\n\nI felt nothing but her gentle kisses before gasping when I felt her wet tongue enter me.\n\n\"Oh? D-did you not like that?\", Yu asked.\n\n\"N-no, I just didn't expect it to feel so...wet.\", I said before she continued lapping around my folds. \n\nWithin minutes, I could feel an orgasm coming on as she rubbed my clit between her fingers and stimulated my insides with her pleasant tongue. \n\nBoth our hearts pounded and soon, we were in sixty-nine.\n\nI wasn't sure how to eat a girl out but I was definitely a fast-learner. \n\nBefore we knew it, we were both cumming and writhing together. \n\nHer sweet pussy juices were all I needed in that moment and I wished it would last forever. \n\nAfter cumming so hard, we both kissed each other, our saliva and juices coalescing into pools of liquids in our mouths. \n\nI wrapped my legs around her as our clits touched and we moaned, feeling the waves of warmth and pleasure spreading through our bodies. \n\nAfter hours and hours of play, we spooned with Yu wrapping her arms around me and we drifted off to sleep.\n\nThe next morning, Jen came back and chuckled. She grabbed some stuff and left saying she would give us some more time alone.\n\nI looked at Yu and we both laughed.\n\nThis would be the beginning of something beautiful."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Blowjob Eyes
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"content": "**Blowjob Eyes**\n\nShe had been teasing him all throughout the ceremony. Remembering the glimpse of the shocked expression on his face gave her a little rush. He couldn’t believe it when she discreetly sneaked her hand up his thigh to run one teasing digit along the zipper which caged the unruly beast she intended to tame tonight. \nAll during the graduation ceremony of his little sister, they were now leaving a bit early. Only after he had taken another hour of carefully obscured caresses, smothering glances and whispered promises.\n\nThe one that had broken his resolve was when he tried to reciprocate and she whispered into his ear:\n\n“Uhuh, *you* have to wait until we get home.” \n\nFollowed by her prancing off to get another piece of cake allowing him a perfect view of her backside, which looked absolutely stunning in this black dress. She had checked herself thrice in the mirror to make sure.\n\nNow they were at home; in their hallway en route to the bedroom. With him stalking behind her through the door, ready to pounce, every fiber of his being tensed through the relentless baiting from earlier. \n\nBut before he could act she looked over her shoulder, biting her lip at the hungry almost starving look in his eyes.\n\n“Can you unzip me please ?” His green eyes gazed into her blue counterparts. There was no movement of his hands as he simply held the eye contact. Scrutinizing her. \nFor a moment she was afraid she had pushed him to far. That the pent up lust she caused while touching him and then gigglingly pushing him away would break forth. That he would simply ravish her.\n\nThe thought was accompanied by an acute awareness of the dampness it brought to her lower regions. But it wasn’t what she had planned for tonight.\n\nWhich is why she felt relief when – after what seemed like an eternity – his hands moved to the little piece of silver metal and pulled it down in a controlled movement. His curiosity had won and he accepted her lead. A rush of triumph filled her.\n\nGracefully she slid the straps of her shoulder with gentle stroke of her fingers. First the left then the right, before she wiggled out of the dress making sure to use over exaggerated movements of her hips for his viewing pleasure. When the piece of cloth finally fell past her ankles she stepped forward and stretched her arms enjoying the regained freedom of movement. \n\nAll while making sure to arch her back and push out her well rounded bottom presenting to him the lingerie she had picked for this special night. Dark blue in contrast to her pale skin and blond hair, but perfectly matched to her eyes. Lacy elegance fitting to her usually slightly reserved demeanor, but barely covering the cheeks he so desperately wanted to cup in his hands.\n\nWhen she felt him step forward she turned around holding up a finger to stop him. Irritation tainted the slightly squinted look he gave her when his eyes abruptly moved upwards, pried away from the price he already thought his.\n\nShe decided to stop stalling and pushed the blocking finger up to his chest and using the connection to gently push him backwards all the way to the door. When his shoulder finally made contact she continued moving forward moving in for the kiss as her hands got working on his belt.\nThe moment their lips touched he made full use of the finally allowed contact and very carefully grasped her head between his strong hands to hold her as his lips expressed his desperate desire. All hesitation had fallen of off him as he mashed his lips into hers and began wrestling her tongue into submission. \n\nFor a moment she was overwhelmed by the outburst of passion and fell into his arms and putting up no resistance to the delightful conquest of her mouth. But then she remembered her original intentions and her hands continued to frantically remove his belt and open his pants.\n\nThen she escaped his grasp in the only direction that was open to her: Downwards.\nHer eyes never leaving his she sunk to her knees slowly pulling the fabric down his legs along with her descent. \nWhen her thighs came to touch her heels she was level with the unruly tyrant straining against his black boxers stained with more than a drop of his anticipation. Moving forward she gave it a playful bite before using her hands to slip down the last barrier between her and her unruly target.\n\nPridefully he sprung up presenting itself in all of its intimidating glory mockingly announcing its superiority with a gleeful bobbing motion. Her hands moved to the base of her personal mount everest grasping at the trunk before her lips enveloped the crown of this veritable tree of knowledge at whose mercy she had experienced so many firsts.\n\nSoftly the tip of her tongue grazed the underside of the head before she looked up into the face of the caring and devoted man whos world she would rock tonight. His lips were slightly ajar as he watched her with an intensity that startled her for a second. \n\nThen she pulled back her hands and held them up until he understood and interlaced her fingers with his. She could feel the pressure building as he he resisted the instinctive urge to thrust forward. It did not scare her. Instead his struggle to resist her warm, wet, inviting mouth and the absolute certainty of his restraint made her clench her legs to bring pressure to the pulsing, needy and neglected core.\n\nBut tonight she would not give in. She would overcome her horniness and claim what was hers; denied so often through the stingy downstairs partner of the gracious giver of oral affirmation upstairs.\nSlowly enveloping the mighty spear with her entire mouth she pushed forward holding the surprised stare of those green eyes as inch after inch was swallowed by her. When her nose hit the muscly hardness of his abs she slid out her tongue tickling the region beneath the thick stem now jutting out beneath the two blue pools refusing to break contact with him.\n\nOverwhelmed by the pleasure a groan escaped his lips as his eyes closed and his head titled backwards. She was slightly startled by the bang when he made contact with the wooden frame of the door and pulled backwards slightly. There was no indication of hurt from him only a sigh of disappointment as the velvety lance now slick with saliva was ripped from the hope of relief it was promised.\n\nSnapping forward his face came into view again, but this time two emerald fires of determination came into view with it. Untangling itself, his right hand moved to the point her nose had touched, before his index finger tapped just that point twice making a clear demand.\n\nWith a grin she complied and showed off the hours of practice she had put in as she slid his manhood inside of her up to the hilt and gently nudged the demanding finger with her nose.\nIn response the hand moved on top oh her had and scrounged up her golden tresses with a moan signaling his approval.\nLooking up at him she put her hands behind her back delivering herself at his mercy and winked at him. The movement of her lid pushed into motion the descent of a single black tear filled running down her cheek; filled with her makeup.\n\nThe next five minutes he used his hand to lead her into a fluid motion of in and out slowly picking up the pace; her occasional slight gagging and the increasing stream of his pleased groans the only sounds to be heard.\n\n“I am close baby.”\n \nHis voice is raspy and his strain for control is audible.\nShe takes it as a signal to reach around with her hands and place them on his behind to pull herself forward and latch onto her cornered quarry. The sheer lewdness of the act finishes him.\nWith a roar he releases string after string of his liquefied ecstasy into the heat enveloping his throbbing member. Pumping his seed along with his frustrations and strength into the waiting and inviting throat of his beloved girlfriend. After several pulses spanning what seems like an infinity of colored lights passing before his eyes, his legs give out and he slides down only carried by the door behind him.\n\nIn front of him those two blue stars focus on him ensuring his attention to the slightly exaggerated swallowing gesture, before the lithe body beneath them came into view again.\nRising to her feet she began moving backwards in small steps while undulating her hips and swinging her arms in an expression of unadulterated joy to unheard music. Which knowing her could only be the Bee Gees hit “Staying alive”.\n\nWith a smirk he observed her dancing around before her cute celebration of comeuppance ended as her eyes found his again.\nA triumphant note accompanied her next words.\n\n“And you said no woman could ever make you cum with only her mouth.”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Somethin’ to Sing About
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"content": " \"I like that you're broken \nBroken like me \nMaybe that makes me a fool \nI like that you're lonely \nLonely like me \nI could be lonely with you\" \n\n\\-broken, lovelytheband\n\nShe was raped by her brother for years.\n\nHe was raped by his aunt for years.\n\nBoth of them are afraid of physical intimacy until they meet each other and they learn to slowly break free of their fears with each other through touch, love, and true physical pleasure."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Slut shaming and prudish attitudes about sex are over! A young woman comes home to proudly tell her parents that she plans to become a prostitute
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"content": "\"Mom! Dad! I finally decided in a career!\" Kelly happily announced as she entered her home. She had to evade his dog Buddy chasing Mr. Whiskers as she walked to the living room, where her father was.\n\n\nMr Jackson, the perfectly clean shaved middle aged man that always wore a suit, lowered his newspaper and took the pipe out of his mouth to give his daughter a big hug. \"Wonderful! I knew you'll finally decide by now! You have that Jackson fire in your gut, you only needed to choose what to burn with it.\"\n\n\nSamantha Jackson came out of the kitchen still wearing her apron and batting the flour in her bowl. \"Oh, my last little baby is so grown-up!\" She gave her daughter a half hug and a kiss on her cheek. \"Don't keep us waiting. What did you choose?\"\n\n\nKelly was clearly excited. She held her own hands together around her knees and tried to not jump with excitement. \"Well, I had many options, but I decided to go with the one I always wanted to do.\" She couldn't prevent herself, she was jumping in place and making her jugs jiggle up and down, her Catholic School shirt offering no resistance. \"I'm going to become a prostitute!\" \n\n\nHer parents were quick to hug her close to them. \"I'm so proud! The first of the family! You're going to be our own Mary Magdalene!\"\n\n\nSamantha laughed \"Come on Bob, you read the Bible a hundred times and you are always the first to tell people there's no evidence about-\"\n\n\nMr. Jackson gave his wife a playful spank. \"I'm trying to butter up Kelly! This is wonderful for her, and there's nothing more validating to a good Republican girl than being compared with a Bible figure.\"\n\n\nKelly kissed his dad. “Oh daddy, you're so smart, I hope whoever I marry is as smart as you!\"\n\n\nIt was then Samantha turn to spank someone, and the victim of her open hand strike to the butt cheeks was her daughter. \"Hey, he's taken!\" She said in mock concern. The three of them laughed.\n\n\n\"I can't wait for your brothers to hear the news! They'll be so excited you decided to go in a field with so many entrepreneur and self employment opportunities. You're gonna be the envy of them for weeks.!\" The patriarch told his daughter.\n\n\n\"I know. Hey, I also wanted to do something special to put on my Facebook. Would you two care to give me some help for a picture?\"\n\n\nKelly pulled down both her pants and thong, and gave both of her parents a sharpie for their signature. After they signed their daughters ass, the Jackson's elders kneeled in front of it, the mom put a finger inside her daughter's vagina and the dad did the same with her asshole.\n\n\nThe Facebook post sent later that day read this 'LOL. Just told my pop I'm going to be a prostitute. Couldn't be prouder of me. I'm going to enjoy putting my diploma to use with them, they deserve it.'"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The prince and princess of a kingdom have every month invited one lucky peasant girl each to share their bed with them for a night. This month, however, they both want the same girl. Describe what happens.
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"content": "As sister and I sat in our carriage being pulled through the peasant town, we scoped out which lovers we would want next. \n\nIn our kingdom, as royalty, we had the privilege of sleeping with any person of a lesser class that we wanted and as an act of charity, we made ourselves the rule of each choosing a peasant to bed once a month. \n\nIt was a win for the peasants because one random member in their ranks would experience a week of luxury, a night of passion (or more than one night if we really liked each other), and gain a yearly payment from the monarchy, should the night(s) of passion result in a bastard child (either from the prince impregnating the maiden or from the princess being impregnated from a lover she chose, after our wizard confirmed that it was our child). \n\nIt was a win for us because we got to choose which peasants we wanted bedded once a month while maintaining public favor towards keeping our monarchy in power. \n\nOf course, my sister is a lesbian and my parents are committed in marriage so the only bastard children our family had to deal with were from my affairs and I tried my best to be a good father so they would not try to overtake the throne.\n\nWhile we went down the streets, we started talking to ourselves about who we wanted.\n\n\"I think that red-head's kinda cute.\", I said as I looked through the crowds greeting our parade.\n\n\"Mhm...That brunette who's quietly talking to her friend seems cuter though,\" my sister replied.\n\nThat was when a blonde maiden caught both our eyes. Her ample bosom was large but not unsightly, her face had a symmetrical quality to it, and her smile had no visibly damaged teeth. I quickly sent my servant to bring her an invitation before whispering, \"I call her\" to my sister. \n\"I saw her first though,\" my sister replied. \"Also, I sent a servant for her already.\"\n\n\"Well, so did I.\"\n\nWe both realized quickly that we had both chosen her and would be unable to send another invitation. \n\n\"Fine, we'll discuss this when we get back to the castle,\" I muttered to my sister as we smiled and waved through the town as the carriage pulled us back to the castle.\n\nWhile the peasant girl was being cleaned in private by our servants and her items being examined by guards to ensure that no assassination attempts would be made, I went into my sister's bedroom and locked the door.\n\n\"We have to discuss how we are to handle this matter.\" I said in a serious tone. \n\"What's the matter?\", my sister replied nonchalantly\n\n\"About how we are to both bed this maiden?\"\n\n\"Relax. We've shared our toys when we were kids. How's this any different?\"\n\nI stood there trying to come up with a response, but she said, \"Look, why don't we both play with her tonight and if you're uncomfortable, you can leave and try playing with her tomorrow? I WILL warn you, though, after I'm done with her tonight, she'll be too tired to give you as...pleasurable...of a night the next day.\", winking at me before she unlocked the door and walked out.\n\nThat night, we had a great feast as part of the experience of grandeur that the peasant would get to experience. Everyone ate, drank, sung, and danced until it was late in the night. \n\nI noticed my sister drunkenly walking, her arm over the maiden, back to her quarters and I realized it would be my chance. \n\nI followed them before I slipped into the bedroom and said, \"Hey sis, don't say you were trying to have some fun without me.\", as they already started disrobing. \n\n\"Oi, I was wondering when you'd join us,\" my sister said with a drunken grin, her nude body in front of me with her hands on the maiden's bosom, causing the hot blonde to blush shyly.\n\nWith a grin, I locked the door, pulled off my leggings, and let my hard member spring free.\n\nI was going to enjoy this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young hotshot lawyer has a dirty secret...
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"content": "\"...and that is why, I think you agree, my client cannot be held responsible for the wrongdoings within his company. He was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.\"\n\nVeronica ended her monologue with her usual confidence. Before she sat back down she gave a quick smirk towards the prosecution. Especially to Marcus, the district attorney who had been a thorn in her side for the past couple of months.\n\n\"Thank you miss Carter.\" the judge said. \"That will be all for today.\"\n\nWhen Veronica exited the court she was immediately joined by Holly, her protégé.\n\n\"You were great today. I don't know how you do it. How can you stay so confident? Especially in front of that slimeball Marcus.\"\n\n\"I have my secrets. And don't let Marcus intimidate you. You're going up against him this afternoon.\"\n\n\"I know. I don't know if I can do it. Can't you let me in on one of your secrets?\"\n\nVeronica thought for a moment and looked around. When she saw that the coast was clear she dragged Holly into a handicap toilet.\n\n\"You must promise not to tell anyone.\"\n\n\"I promise.\"\n\nVeronica unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down along with her underwear. She reached down and pulled out a big dildo from her pussy.\n\n\"Oh my god.\" Holly exclaimed. \"What the hell? That's your secret?\"\n\n\"Shhh.\" Veronica hushed her. \"Don't you understand? You can't be intimidated by dicks if you already have one in you.\"\n\nHolly wasn't sure that was true. But she was desperate for an edge.\n\nShe had just enough time to run home and get her own dildo before she was due in court. She stopped by a toilet. As she pushed it in she accidentally turned the knob at the end of it which controlled the vibrator. She turned it off again before she put her underwear and skirt back on. She didn't need that much of an edge.\n\nThe trial began by Marcus making a statement about the allegations against Holly's client. He made it look easy. But he had been doing it for at least fifteen years now.\n\nThe judge for the day was mr Philips. He was one of the older judges.\n\n\"Miss Hoover, you have the floor.\"\n\nHolly collected herself. This was her debut. She looked back at Veronica who sat in the audience before she confidentially got up from her seat.\n\n\"The prosecution has brought some serious allegations against my client. Serious, but completely unfounded.\"\n\nShe made a twist in her step as she delivered the last sentence to face the prosecution. And immediately froze in place. This could not be happening. It was impossible. The damned vibrator had managed to turn on again.\n\n\"Miss Hoover. Is everything alright?\" the judge asked.\n\nHolly composed herself. She would just have to ignore it.\n\n\"Of course. I was just letting my words sink in.\" she bluffed. \"My client has done nothing wrong. The discrepancies in his tax reports are nothing more than a misunderstanding.\"\n\nShe tried to grind her legs together to turn the knob. She only managed to turn it up to a higher setting. Her pussy was now vibrating with force.\n\n\"Miss Hoover. Do you need to go to the toilet or something?\"\n\n\"Of course not. I'm simply choosing my words. You see, my client isn't a hardened criminal.\"\n\nShe slammed her hands on the table in front of her client to show how he would flinch at even the slightest provocation. That did not happen. Instead the impact managed to send her body over the edge. She orgasmed in front of everybody. The contractions in her pussy pushed the dildo out of her. It fell out of her panties and onto the floor where it rattled around in a puddle of her cum.\n\n\"MISS HOOVER!!!!\"\n\nJudge Philips sounded like he would have an aneurysm.\n\n\"IN MY OFFICE! NOW!!\" he yelled.\n\nHolly grabbed the dildo from the floor and ran into his office. Everyone in the audience mumbled loudly with one another. The judge spotted Veronica among them, trying to hide her face.\n\n\"Miss Carter. I want to see you as well.\" he ordered.\n\nShe reluctantly followed him into the office. Before she could close the door Marcus barged his way in uninvited.\n\n\"Miss Hoover. Do you want to explain yourself?\" judge Philips asked as calmly as he could make himself during the circumstances.\n\n\"You see, the knob here is very sensitive. It turns on way too easily.\" Holly explained as she turned on the vibrator again.\n\nThe judge snatched it out of her hands then immediately realized that he was holding a sticky vibrating dildo. He gave it back to Holly. He looked like he was going to have a mental breakdown.\n\n\"No... I mean why do you have a dildo inside you in court?\" he tried to ask as slowly and plainly as possible.\n\n\"Oh. That's Veronica's secret. She has one so she doesn't get intimidated by dicks.\"\n\n\"That's a lie. I've never done that.\" Veronica denied.\n\nThe judge covered his face with his hands then immediately realized that he had smeared himself with cum. He stared into the distance for a moment before he grabbed his coat and hat.\n\n\"I'm closing the court for today. Marcus, you take care of...\" He waved towards the two women. \"...this.\" Then he disappeared out of the door.\n\nThere was a moment of silence. Marcus went over to the door and locked it. He turned to the two women and unzipped his pants.\n\n\"The judge ordered me to take care of you.\" he said.\n\n\"I don't think that was quite what he had in mind.\" Veronica objected.\n\nMarcus pulled out his cock and balls.\n\n\"Oh. I think it was. The only other thing I can think of is that he wanted me to tell everyone what you've been doing in court the last couple of months.\"\n\n\"She's lying. I have never done that.\"\n\nHe approached Veronica while he stroked his cock to make it hard.\n\n\"Of course I totally believe you. And I'm sure everyone else will as well.\"\n\n\"Perhaps I should just leave.\" Holly interjected.\n\n\"You're not going anywhere.\" Veronica asserted.\n\n\"I think what miss Carter here is trying to say is that since you've already metaphorically fucked her you may as well stay and watch her get physically fucked as well.\"\n\n\"You're such a dick.\" Veronica sneered.\n\n\"Thank you. Now bend over and pull down your pants.\"\n\nVeronica reluctantly lay down on judge Philips desk and exposed her bottom. Marcus pushed his cock inside her pussy and began fucking her.\n\n\"Finally. Do you know how many times I've stared at your ass while you trot up and down the court room?\"\n\n\"I'm sure you have.\"\n\n\"If only I had known what you had going on down there.\"\n\n\"I told you. I've never done it. She's making it up.\"\n\n\"Tell me. Was it bigger than this?\"\n\nMarcus grabbed her hips and pushed his cock as deep inside her as he could. Veronica gasped.\n\n\"You don't even come close.\" she laughed.\n\nHe started fucking her again.\n\n\"Sounds like a confession to me. How about confessing that you like this as well.\"\n\n\"Never.\"\n\n\"Okay. Perhaps you've had enough. Perhaps I should make use of your little friend here.\"\n\n\"That's so typical of you. Can't finish what you've started.\" Veronica quipped.\n\n\"So you want me to finish do you?\"\n\n\"Well, if you can't hold it any longer. Who am I to judge.\"\n\nMarcus decided he had enough of this conversation. He started fucking her hard enough that she didn't have the breath to talk. Soon he found himself getting close.\n\n\"You're on the pill right?\" he asked out of necessity.\n\n\"Yeah. Just give me a little more before you come.\" she requested.\n\nHe managed to hold out just long enough. He finished inside her as they came together.\n\n\"Thank you.\" Veronica breathed.\n\nMarcus pushed back his flaccid penis and scrotum in his pants and zipped them up. Veronica pulled up her pants and corrected her top.\n\n\"How do I look?\" she asked.\n\nMarcus looked her over.\n\n\"Just fine. Fix the desk as well.\"\n\nVeronica put everything back to where it was. Marcus peeked out the door.\n\n\"It's all clear. Everyone has gone.\"\n\n\"You're not gonna tell anyone?\" Veronica asked.\n\n\"And have you replaced by someone competent? No way.\"\n\n\"You're such an ass.\"\n\n\"Thank you. What about her?\"\n\nMarcus nodded towards Holly who had stayed quiet during the whole ordeal.\n\n\"Don't worry about that. I will take care of her.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] One "Tasty" time
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"content": "The dialogue was a little hard to follow because of the lack of quotation marks. Try it like this instead:\n\n\"Promise me you will come back for another round at some point, I don't think I could ever have enough of you.\"\n\n\"Its a deal\" I say with a grin. We both finish getting dressed...\n\nThe imagery was good and I could feel myself getting into it, but make sure the dialogue won't be confused with the action."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On December 31st, at 11:59:59 PM EST, every single person on planet earth experiences a simultaneous orgasm
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"content": "*Ahhhhhh\\~\\~\\~ohhh fuuuuuuuuck\\~\\~\\~WHAAAAAAAAT???*\n\nRachel slammed on the brakes, her legs clenching together and quivering. Fortunately, the road she was on was relatively empty -- she had chosen to stay off the highway tonight. After all, it was New Years Eve, the most dangerous night of the year.\n\nHer pickup idling in the middle of the lane, she took a moment to catch her breath and ponder what just happened. It wasn't the first time she had an unexpected orgasm -- that time on the roller coaster, that time during the SAT -- but none had been like this, coming out of nowhere and for seemingly no reason. She had been driving home from a long night at work -- no boozy party to attend, no first kiss to be stolen. Sure, maybe she had snuck a glance at Tyler -- her coworker, who was an asshole but in that weirdly charming way they sometimes are -- and maybe staying at the office with him until 11:30pm on a Monday left her mind to wander about other things -- but that wasn't why this happened? That couldn't be. Right?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cleric finds an unconscious, wounded woman. She takes the woman back to her house and tends to her injuries. When the woman wakes up, the woman thanks the cleric the only way she knows how. Sex, of course.
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"content": "1/2\n\nThe snowstorm had abided by the time Lissa had stepped out of her earthen home. Now was the perfect time to go herb foraging. So she’d grabbed her leash and got her dog, Silver, and headed out to the main road. It was a short walk to the forest from her home, and she’d be back before the sun went down.\n\n“Are you excited, Silver? It’s winter again! I know how much you love snow!” Lissa said in a cutesy voice to her dog, a big, dark-furred shepherd. For his part, though, Silver didn’t seem too excited. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing up and he kept sniffing at the frigid air and running out to the end of the leash. His agitation got worse the further down toward the main road they got, and when they reached it and turned toward the forest he started to growl.\n\n“What is it, boy?” Lissa asked, concerned. “What do you smell?” She warily raised the quarterstaff that doubled as her walking stick and started to advance down the road slowly. Silver’s growling only got louder as they moved further down the road, and eventually he split the peaceful air of the forest with a series of loud barks, straining at his leash.\n\n“Whoa! Hold on a minute.” Lissa started to move forward faster, slogging through the knee-high snow until Silver stopped, barking furiously. Lissa swore she could see white-coated shapes flitting through the trees away from them.\n\n“Wolves,” she whispered, scowling. They were very active this time of year, attacking any living thing that strayed too far from civilization.\n\nLissa’s train of thought was interrupted by a whine from Silver, again straining forward on his leash. “What is it, boy?” she asked, walking in the direction he was pulling, and into a field of red. A woman was at the center of the bloody patch of snow, her garments fang-torn and soaked with snowmelt.\n\n“Oh, gods!” she cried, dropping the leash and quarterstaff and pulling the fallen woman’s hood back to check for a pulse. She felt one, weak but constant, and pulled out her bandage kit. \\*Looks like I’ll have to go herbing later,\\* she thought as she started to clean and wrap the traveler’s wounds, binding them tightly to stem the bleeding. She gently tested all of the woman’s limbs to make sure nothing was broken before grabbing one arm and one leg and hoisting her up onto her back, then stooped to grab her quarterstaff. “Alright, Silver. Let’s go home and take care of this lady.” Silver barked, tail wagging, and fell in behind Lissa, leash dragging in the snow behind them as they returned the way they’d come.\n\nThe next day was spent making checking in on the traveler and making extra portions of homey food in case she woke up. Lissa had never considered herself to be a particularly skilled cook, but she could make a mean soup. In between changing bandages and managing her kitchen, Lissa organized the traveler’s belongings. In her rucksack Lissa had found food, money, a sleeping-bag lined with fur and skinned in leather, and a set of personal papers. The woman was a noble’s child; Katerin of Afon was her name. Lissa had to get her atlas and check the appendix to find the town, and had managed to do so... on the other side of the kingdom.\n\nShe shook her head, ladled herself a bowl of soup, and went to go check on Katerin, gently nudging open the door.\n\n“H-hello?” she heard a hoarse voice call out from the other side.\n\n“Katerin?” she asked, peering around the door. It was indeed Katerin speaking; she was sitting up in bed, face tired.\n\n“How do you know my name?” she asked, surprised.\n\n“I found your papers. In your bag. My name’s Lissa,” Lissa said. “Would you like some soup?”\n\n“I could eat a horse,” Katerin groaned, stretching out her hands.\n\nLissa gave her the bowl with a smile. “Do you remember anything?”\n\n“No, not really. Why?”\n\n“Well, you were attacked by wolves. You’re lucky to be alive!”\n\nKaterin chuckled. “Wolves, huh? I suppose so.”\n\n“They’re very active this time of year,” Lissa said. “Anyway,” she continued, eager to change the subject so that her ignorance of any other facts about wolves remained a secret, “what brings you so far from Afon?”\n\nKaterin downed a spoonful of soup before looking up at Lissa. “Would you believe it if I said I was running away from home?”\n\n“Running away? Oh, how dramatic!” Lissa gushed. “What for?”\n\n“Love,” Katerin said after a brief laugh at Lissa’s enthusiasm. “Or a lack thereof. My family arranged a marriage to a noble from a neighboring village. He... well, let’s just say he wasn’t my type.”\n\n“Oh, really? I’m sorry,” Lissa said, frowning in sympathy. “What would you say is your type, then?”\n\n“It’s a secret,” Katerin said, smiling at Lissa as she finished the soup.\n\n“Maybe I’ll find out sometime, then,” Lissa said, returning the smile.\n\nKaterin laughed. “Maybe you will.”\n\nThe next few days passed with Lissa cooking, cleaning Katerin’s bandages and wounds, and making idle chatter with her as she healed, eventually becoming well enough to stand and walk on her own. The days in bed had made her a little bit weak, but her strength recovered swiftly.\n\n“I think it’s nearly time for me to leave,” Katerin said over dinner, two weeks after she had arrived at Lissa’s earthen home.\n\nLissa stifled a sudden rush of mixed emotions. “Of course,” Lissa said. Her heart sank. She had come to truly appreciate Katerin’s presence in her home. She made things feel a little less lonesome. “Well, I’ll make up your rucksack for the road ahead, at least enough to get you to the next town.”\n\n“May I ask you something?”\n\n“Yes, anything,” Lissa said.\n\n“Would you draw me a bath?”\n\nLissa smiled. “Certainly,” she said, rising from the table.\n\nThe bathroom was built next to the walls of the berm in which Lissa’s house had been built, so that a window could exchange the humid air to fight mold and mildew. Sunlight was streaming through that window now, as Lissa turned the tap to allow hot water to flow from its chamber by the furnace. A few minutes later, footsteps behind her alerted her to Katerin’s presence, and she smiled. “It should be ready in a few minutes,” Lissa said, looking back to find Katerin wearing one of her homespun robes.\n\n“Women,” Katerin said.\n\n“I’m... sorry?”\n\n“You asked what my type was. Women. That’s the answer. Now you know,” Katerin said, crossing the floor of the bathroom to sit at the edge of the bathtub with Lissa, eyes fixed intently on her.\n\n“O-oh! Well... my goodness.” Lissa blushed under Katerin’s gaze. “So that’s why you didn’t want to wed.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man has a dick with the power to heal people by having sex with them.
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"content": "*I’ve made my own superhero world, and this is one of the characters. However, for the purposes of this story, I switched some things around. Because of this, I consider this to be non-canon*\n\n[Non-con/dub-con]\n\nThe Stitcher took a step back from his work. He gazed at the writhing, whimpering girl on the table. Six long cuts marked her skin where he had opened it up. That was enough for today. He began to take off his pants.\n\n“I’m going to heal you now,” he said, “this is the only way. I must say, this is my favorite part, aside from my experiments.”\n\n“P-please,” The shuddering girl said, “D-do whatever you h-have to, just...just m-make the pain...go away.” That was exactly what he wanted to hear.\n\nThis was his first time with this girl, and he wanted to make it special. The Stitcher’s cock began to glow as it grew closer to the girl’s soft slit. He pushed it into her, gently at first, but all the way in, to the base.\n\nThe girl groaned and thrashed as the wounds began to close and itch. The Stitcher picked up his pace, and the girl’s groans were now mixed with a hint of pleasure, though he knew she took no enjoyment from the act. He pounded her harder, and her moans became grunts of pain. Not just from the wounds.\n\nThe wounds were healing themselves steadily, they were almost closed. The Stitcher groaned in ecstasy as he came deep inside the girl’s hot cunt. The wounds sealed cleanly, not even leaving a scar.\n\nThe Stitcher donned his pants again and helped her back to her bed, where he secured her chain to the wall. As he cleaned her up, he talked about his experiments. The girl didn’t listen, they never listened, but he rambled anyway. When he was finally done, the girl curled up into a ball and cried.\n\n“I’ll see you tomorrow.” The Stitcher said as he gathered up his tools."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A high-end, five-star gloryhole establishment, complete with fancy waitstaff and formalwear.
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"content": "Aaron adjusted his tie as he came through the door. The lobby was large, about the size of a restaurant dining area. It was mostly empty, except for a few benches and a service desk. Aaron stepped up to the desk. A young man in a tuxedo greeted him.\n\n“Name, please.” The young man said.\n\n“Aaron James. I have a reservation.”\n\n“Just one?”\n\n“Yeah.”\n\n“Right this way.”\n\nThe man lead him through the lobby toward the back. Aaron noticed that the room was filled with doors, and at each door stood a young hostess. Each was dressed also in a tuxedo, and each had a collar around her neck. The host led him to one of the doors.\n\n“This is Cassie,” he said, “she’ll be your server for the evening.” Cassie nodded her head. The host left and returned to the podium. A couple had just walked in.\n\n“Can I get you anything before you get started,” Cassie asked, “a drink, perhaps, or a stamina pill?”\n\n“Some gin would be nice, thank you,” Aaron replied. Cassie nodded again and left. She returned two minutes later with the gin. Aaron drank it all in one gulp.\n\n“Is there anything else you require?”\n\n“I think I’m ready to get started.”\n\n“Do you want a headshot of the girl that will be on the other side?” Aaron shook his head. “Very well, sir.” Cassie opened the door to reveal a small, cozy booth. Aaron stepped inside. The walls and ceiling were all soundproofed, and in the middle of the back wall was a hole.\n\n“If you need anything,” Cassie said, “I’ll be right outside.” Aaron thanked her and laid a $10 bill in her hand. She nodded again and closed the door.\n\nIt was time to get started.\n\n—————\n\nOn the guest side, the booth was painted and decorated. But on the girl’s side, it was little more than a wooden box. Alexis knew she had been stuffed in here as punishment for her earlier behavior. As the sixth cock of her day shoved it’s way through the hole, her frustration grew. She had almost no room to even shift positions. Her face was practically pressed up against the hole.\n\nShe began to work on the cock, just as she had been forced to work on the other five. She hated this. She hated this place. She hated being forced to fuck in the “Pleasure Rooms”. She hated being cummed on without being able to clean up.\n\nBut mostly, she hated the men on the other side of the wall."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a long, stressful day, a woman has a glass of wine and lets off some steam in a bubble bath.
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"content": "It's Thursday, and Michelle has had enough of work. Things have been so stressful, and she just needs some time off. After a quick email to her boss saying she'll be taking a personal day, she closes her computer and heads home. \n\n\n*I think what I need is a good glass of wine, and a hot bath* she thinks to herself, on the way home. She parks her car, and goes up to her apartment. After she gets in, she drops her purse at the door lets her hair down, running her fingers through it and feeling immediate relief. She takes off her heels, and walks in to the kitchen.\n\n​\n\n\"hmm.. what do I feel like..\" she says softly to herself biting her lower lip as she decides which bottle of wine to open. \"Aha! You look delicious...\" she says grabbing a bottle and placing it on the counter top. She uncorks it, and leaves it to breathe as she heads to the bathroom to run a bath, and then to her room. Michelle undoes her blouse, tossing it into the laundry bin followed by her skirt. She quickly unclasps her bra, as her breasts rest on her chest, and she lets out a sigh, running her hands over them and feeling her nipples perk up a bit. Tossing her panties aside, she walks to the kitchen naked, and pours her glass of wine. Taking it with her, she places it on the vanity in the bathroom and lights some candles, adding in some bath salts. \n\n\nShe turns off the water as the aromas fill the room, and she slowly gets into the tub. She feels herself relaxing by the second as her stress melts away. The water in the tub hugs her curves, as she settles in and she places her glass of wine next to her on the tub ledge at the corner. Michelle, feeling relaxed, starts running her hands over her smooth body. *why not have a little fun while i'm here...* she thinks to herself.\n\n​\n\nWith one hand, she plays with her nipple pinching it just slightly as the other goes to work on her pussy. She starts off slowly, rubbing her hand over her clit. The warmth of the bathtub, and the aromas adding to the whole thing. She slides her hand lower, over her clit and cupping her pussy. She starts teasing herself with a finger in her slit while she continues rubbing. Her moans start slow as her breathing picks up a bit. She slides a finger inside of her, and a rush of pleasure goes through her. Pulling it out slowly, she goes back to work on her clit rubbing with 4 fingers. \n\n\nLosing herself completely, an intense orgasm catches her by surprise. Her body lurches, and she lets out a high pitched moan, covering her mouth instantly hoping nobody else heard. The after shocks continue, as she settles back in. *I needed that SO badly..* she thinks to herself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's the most popular game show on TV, "America's Got XXX Talent"
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"content": "Part 1 - The Auditions\n\nThe line stretched down the block, around the corner, and to the very end of the parking pot next door. Thousands- thousands of the most well-endowed, the horniest, the sluttiest individuals- had come from across the nation to a studio in LA to audition for this year’s iteration of America’s Got XXX Talent, drawn the promise of fame, fortune, and fucking.\n\nEach hopeful had spent months preparing their sex act. Some were here just to striptease, while others had more “hardcore” performances in mind. Last year’s competition was won by a woman from Miami who made 4 guys ejaculate simultaneously, using her hands, feet, and mouth. This year there were a handful of copycats looking to replicate the feat, or in some cases one-up it.\n\nVanessa, here for only the first time, eyed the crowd. Because the line stretched outside, no one was allowed to practice their sex acts in public, but a few were getting dangerously close. For Vanessa, who had become somewhat of a local celebrity for her intense squirting videos, she was more anxious than most to get inside and start masturbating. Typically she needed to edge for at least two hours to get to full squirt volume, with more edging always better.\n\nShe was accompanied by her partner, Kevin, who wasn’t as well known yet, but sported an 8” cock and the ability to cover Vanessa in thick ropes of cum for their final number. Although they’d had sex dozens of time, they hadn’t practiced that part much, hoping that organic spontaneity and surprise would wow the judges.\n\nAfter another 20 minutes of waiting, they finally reached the entrance to the theater, which was echoing with moans of pleasure and the sounds of sloppy blowjobs. Vanessa pulled her phone, which was ready to go with her favorite porn videos all queued up- not that she really needed it right now, but it was comfortable to have a familiar pleasure in such an unusual place.\n\nShe motioned to Kevin to unbuckle his pants before slyly reaching down into his boxers. Kevin, for his part, pulled out the remote vibrator they packed, flipped the switch, and coyly pushed it down into Vanessa’s panties. She squirmed in anticipation, a sly grin reaching across her face.\n\nThey peered down at Vanessa’s phone, the anticipation and arousal steadily increasing as they skipped from video to video, while taking to time to see and hear everyone else in line becoming increasingly frisky as well.\n\nAll of a sudden it was time. “Entry #526, are you here?”\n\n“...Remember, just like we practiced...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Demonic Contracts almost always come with great power depending on the type, but the contractual obligations tend to remain the same. Throughout one's existence bound to the contract, both body and soul belong to the Demon and may be used as it sees fit
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"content": "The succubus traces lines along my body with her fingernail as she circles me. She licks her lips hungrily, as she gazes at my breasts.\n\n“So,” she says, “You want power, is that it? A gift from another realm?”\n\nI nod, too lost for words. Do I really want to go through with this?\n\n“And what would you use that power for?” She asks.\n\n“To fight the criminal vermin that infect my city,” I say, “To hunt them down one-by-one and eliminate them.” The demon clicks her tongue.\n\n“Tsk, you humans have such small minds,” she says, “but, if that is all you choose to do with your gift, that’s up to you, I suppose.” Suddenly, she stops and pulls away from me.\n\n“Disrobe.” She says. Her shape shimmers, and she stands before me naked and unashamed. Must be nice being a shapeshifter. I shed my dress, exposing my breasts and mound. She lays down on the cold earth and beckons me over.\n\n“In order to receive my gift, you must first taste of my nectar.” She spreads her legs and I view her glistening pussy. I lay down in front of her and put my head between her legs. Her cunt is already dripping.\n\nI give her one long lick up her sex and she shudders. She runs her fingers through my hair. I give her a few short licks and she grips my hair tightly. Her other hand moves between fondling her breasts and rubbing her clit. As I work her pussy, I reach up to caress the rest of her body.\n\nShe’s moaning in pleasure now, writhing and twisting in bliss. I push my fingers inside her and she cries out. I fuck her pussy while my tongue plays with her pearl. The moans come faster, driven by her ecstasy and my vigorous pace. Her grip on my hair tightens.\n\nShe spasms as her orgasm hits her. Her body flickers briefly as she climaxes. Cum gushes out of her, wet and sticky like a man’s. I lap it up greedily, tasting every last drop.\n\nShe smiles at me and it shows her fangs. No other creature is as beautiful and terrible as she in this moment.\n\n“Well done,” she says, “I give you my power now. You have the power to seduce any man you choose. And when you both reach climax, he will die. That is what you wanted, is it not?”\n\n“Yes, mistress,” I reply.\n\n“I will fuck you whenever it suits me. Frankly, you were better than most men. You are nothing but an object for me now, to be used at will. Do you understand?”\n\n“Yes, mistress.” She regards me with curiosity.\n\n“Have you thought of a name for your little crime-fighter? Those in your realm that use their powers similarly usually have a name, do they not?”\n\n“Yes, mistress,” I say, smiling, “I’ve already come up with one.” It’s my turn to bare my teeth as I think about all I’ll do with my new powers.\n\n“My name is [Siren](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/8yzlwn/comment/e2gqlv9?st=JMWVQTD2&sh=dc85aca6).”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] The Local Flora
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"content": "[1/3] [Non-con]\n\nThe camping trip wasn't a complete waste, even if it had been raining all night. Katy left the tent, her boyfriend still sleeping soundly, he had carried most of the gear, he deserved a few more hours of rest. She had pulled on her boots and jacket, as she headed out. The clearing they had set up had almost turned into a puddle at this point. They had been lucky that the rainwater hadn't gotten into the tent while they slept. The camping trip would have to be cut short, the rain had abated for now but it looked like it would start again any minute. After they had managed to set up the tent last night and dried off it hadn't been the worst trip, they couldn't build a fire or do any hiking, but some alone time with Brandon was never a bad thing, just the two of them and the sound of rain falling in the woods.\n\nKaty wouldn't pass up the small window she had to walk along the trails though. Water still dripped from the leaves above her but at least more wasn't actively falling. She walked along as fast as she could while keeping her footing. It was hardly the most pleasant time to be in the woods, they had been promised clear skies, but being alone and out of the city was nice enough. Especially with the weather, it was probably just the two of them for miles around. She headed up one of the steeper trails, moving slower as she went, there was supposed to be an awesome view over the cliffs, and even with the clouds in the sky, she hoped it would be worth the photo. \n\nIt took her another ten minutes to reach it, but it did turn out to be worth it, even with the overcast light she could see for miles. Brandon had been trying to convince her to come out on the trip for weeks, maybe he had been right about it after all. Katy pulled out her phone, taking a quick picture. She moved to take another one, stepping back to get better framing when her foot caught on something and she tumbled backward. It wasn't over the cliff but instead back and down the steep incline. She let out a yell as she fell, rolling over and over, losing track of her phone what was happening. Mud splattered against her as her descent slowly stopped, leaving her at the foot of the hill. \n\nKaty pushed herself up slowly off of the ground, spitting out mud and brushing leaves off of her face. \"Great. Just great.\" Now she was stuck like this until they got back to the hotel. She sat up, looking around for her phone but she couldn't see it anywhere. She kicked some of the leaves at her feet, looking for it, it couldn't be far. Then she heard a branch snap underneath her and the ground gave way. She tried jumping forward and away from the hole that was suddenly appearing beneath her, but all she managed to do was grab a root in front of her and slow her sudden descent slightly. With a crack the root gave way and she fell down several feet onto the muddy rock. \n\nShe winced at the pain, but it didn't seem like any skin had been broken. Katy looked around, finally on stable ground but also a dozen or so feet below the surface now. Things just kept getting worse. She didn't even have her phone on her now. She looked around where she had landed, she could make out in the darkness what she assumed were roots from the trees above her, it seemed like she had fallen through the roof of a cave. Given the overcast sky, she couldn't see much, having to use her hands to feel along the roots on the wall. \"Brandon!\" She shouted as loud as she could. She called a dozen more times but didn't get any response. She was pretty far from where they had set up camp, she doubted he'd be able to hear her. That left her on her own. \n\nKaty tried climbing out of the hole, but the roots down by her were too thin to hold her weight and broke before she could reach up to the thicker ones. After trying to climb for half an hour she gave up, she'd have to find another way. She hadn't explored the entire cave, the light from above barely illuminated the area just around her, so she didn't even know how big it was, fortunately, it didn't sound like there were any animals down here. Steeling herself she slowly began moving off in a random direction. As she left the hole behind she was left in total darkness, feeling her way along the wall each step of the way. She couldn't even see her hands in front of her as she went. Her movements were slow, she was too concerned with falling again or hurting herself to set a quick pace. \n\nShe had no idea how far she had gone or how long she had been walking, but she needed a break. Katy sat down on what felt like a fairly clean rock, not that she could see if it really was. This was supposed to be a nice short maybe romantic trip to the woods. Now she was a muddy mess, had lost her phone, and the rain had ruined everything. Katy didn't even dare think of what would happen if this stopped in some dead end, there had to be a way out of here. Sitting here wouldn't get her out of the situation though, she had to find a way out on her own. \n\nPushing herself up she continued further into the cave. It was all faceless featureless rock, and if she wasn't walking forward she wouldn't have thought that it was any different than she had encountered ten minutes ago. Just when Katy thought she might be going mad from the oppressive darkness she saw something. There was a faint blue glow ahead of her. The first thought that raced through her head was that it could be her phone. It couldn't possibly have gotten this far into the cave in front of her but that didn't stop her from quickly moving over to it.\n\nOf course, it wasn't her phone, it was some sort of plant. Katy thought she remembered something about some plants glowing, algae or something maybe? She wasn't sure. The plant was strange looking, but it couldn't help her so she didn't think anything else of it. The glow from it barely cast any light so it wouldn't help her much. She sat down again, at least it helped break up the void surrounding her. Katy had tried staying calm this entire time, but if she didn't get out of her soon she didn't know what she was going to do. She was on the edge of panic. Feeling something brush against her hand had her suddenly jerk it forward. Images of disgusting bugs and animals darted through her mind as she leaped up, looking at where the touch had come from. \n\nHer heartbeat slowly lowered as she saw that it was just another one of the softly glowing blue plants. She must have just moved against it. Katy sat back down, more on edge than ever and just tried to catch her breath. A long few minutes passed in silence aside from her breathing. She had to keep moving. Katy pushed off of the rock and began moving forward again only to trip forward and barely catch herself before she hit the ground, landing hard on her hands and knees. Katy shook her head, pushing herself back up slowly, only find one of the blue plants wrapped around her leg. The other one had been a small plant growing out of a gap in the rocks, this one was almost like a vine. \n\nKaty brought her other boot up, kicking it away from her ankle. Instead of being pushed away, it suddenly tightened around her. It wasn't especially painful but it was tightly wrapped around her foot now. Panic rose up in her again as she reached down to pull it off of her. What kind of plant was this? She grabbed it in one hand, trying to pull it away but it seemed to resist her, only tightening further and moving further up her pant leg. Her fear was quickly mounting. She rolled over so she was sitting down and used both her hands to try to pry it off of her. There was finally some success as she managed to unwrap it once form around her shin. \n\nThe victory was short lived, however. Even as she managed to slowly pry it off she felt something against her shoulder. Unnoticed by her another vine had dropped down from above her. The vine wrapped around her shoulder, almost slithering along her arm. Katy let out a scream, bringing her hands up to fight off the new plant. The first vine took it's chance, coiling further up her leg, moving to tighten around her thigh. The sound of her scream echoed through the cave as the vines continued along her.\n\nKaty tried pulling away from them, pushing back against the rocks with her feet but they pulled her back in. She planted a hand against the side of the cave, pulling away from them desperately. This couldn't be happening. Her hands barely managed to hold on against the strength of the two plants. As she tried crawling away from them, she looked forward only to see another vine this one, a bright red, emerging from a fissure in the stone. Her way of escape was suddenly cut off and the red vine moved forward, quicker than the blue ones, and wrapped around her right arm.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] An offering.
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"content": "It was an honour to be offered at the altar of the god. \n\nMost priestesses waited their whole lives for this opportunity, some losing their supple bodies and fortitude, turning to dust before they were even considered. To be offered required strength of character, and profound loyalty, not to mention a high tolerance of pain.\n\nThe Holy Sisterhood of Besaa would place the names of all sisters in a pool that rested at the base of the altar, down in the dungeons of the temple. The temple, maybe even the whole kingdom, was built around this mystic pool, which was not filled with water but with ectoplasm and was a direct portal to the spirit world. Every five years, the pool would spit out a name of a sister, and she would be chosen as tribute for the god Halbreth, a deity of immense power and virility, who blessed the crops and kept away invaders. Over the past millennia, the tributes pleased the god (whose carnal desires were well-known and heralded in hymns throughout generations of the tales of each sister's exploits as tribute) and in return the sister would be rewarded as an Oracle for the kingdom, a position that was somewhere between an advisor and a consort. She did not have to bed the king, of course, but doing so provided unity between the temple and the crown and many future kings resulted in such unions. It was quite common for the kings to pretend to not sleep with the Oracle for a good year or so, in case any resulting children could claim to be offspring of Halbreth himself, which claimed higher rank and authority than the crown. \n\nToday was Urissa's turn. While she had not been the most outgoing, or even the most pious of the newly initiated sisters, she had been the most beautiful. Most sisters trained for years in the arts of sensual pleasures to prepare to be chosen, and Urissa had yet to earn her place, as it were. While she had received the crimson robe on her eighteenth birthday like her other novices, she had only performed the customary offering ritual a few times. This was when a new sister would disrobe outside the temple gates and allow any worshippers to take part in her body, command her to do what they desired. As many worshippers could join in each ritual as they would like, but since there were usually a couple of sisters present, there would probably only be two at a time. \n\nUrissa thought dreamily about her most recent ritual, and remembered that it was this first time she experimented with constraints and nipple clamps. While she had worked with rope before and loved the feeling of the twine chafing against her skin, she knew the chains would be altogether different. The idea of he chains around her clitoris both aroused and terrified her to be honest. \n\nBut she would have to have to proceed, it was tradition. The placed the feather collar with the holy pendant around her neck. It glowed, and she felt the warmth of magic tingle over her body. It was time.\n\nHer fellow sisters guided her down to the dungeons. While they kept their robes on, Urissa had to make the journey nude, with only the collar on. She had been bathed with the finest oils, and fasted for two days. In preparation for the event, she had permission to ask fellow sisters to orally pleasure her, which she did take advantage of. She smirked remembering as her rival was on her knees, her tongue exploring Urissa's eager pussy. Despite their rivalry, they both enjoyed that night. Perhaps she would make a good lady-in-waiting.\n\nAs she descended the cold stone stairs they walked to the pool. It was swirling and glowing a pale green color. Quickly, the shackles were clasped onto her wrist, maybe a bit too snug, and the delicate chains were attached to the manacles, the other ends to a ring that would pinch on her clitoris. Two clamps were placed on her nipples that were set at a tight setting, and she could feel them swell as they constricted against the cold metal. After the chains were strung through the pulley, one of the sisters pulled, the chains tightening their grip on her most delicate private parts. The pain was intense, but not unpleasant. It was time.\n\n\"Honorable Halbreth, we offer to you our sister, may she be worthy of your service.\" They chanted and pulled the chains further back, causing her to let out another involuntary scream of pain. The mist swirled and a dark figure rose from the pool. It was monstrous, but had a somewhat human appearance. It was seven feet tall, with shiny almost oil-like skin and green. Each muscle looked like it was sculpted from marble, and he had a large head with red eyes and sharp, pointed teeth. He had four hands, a tail, and the largest penis she had ever seen. \n\nHe examined the setup briefly and nodded. \"This is acceptable. Keep going a few more pulls.\" Each pull felt like agony, and she was worried they would rip off her clitoris, but each time the chain went lax. \n\n\"Will you beg for the end.\" She shook her head\n\nOne of the arms firmly grasped her throat, another pulled her hair. \"I need you to speak, mortal.\"\n\n\"Yes, Master.\" He motioned to the sisters, who had bought some dried reeds with them. Now was time for the flagellation. Each sister would smack Urissa on various parts of her body, some on her buttocks, some her breasts, and thighs, until she was red and she could feel the stings all over. This went on for a few minutes, but it felt like eternity. Finally, the god nodded, and they stopped.\n\n\"You may go now.\" The other sisters bowed, and made their exit as Urissa started to tremble.\n\n\"There is no need for fear. You know what to expect, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand?\" \n\n\"Yes, Master.\" Urissa spoke clearly.\n\n\"Good.\" He took her off the pulley. \"I will keep you in chains, but I'd like to increase your range of motion. Do they hurt?\"\n\n\"No Master, they feel wonderful.\" The god smiled in amusement.\n\n\"Maybe we can have some fun then.\" His member had already increased in size and while it was not fully erect, it was halfway there.\n\n\"Get on your knees,\" She obeyed. He motioned her towards his penis, and she clapped it in her hands, which looked so small in comparison. As she ran them up and down the thick, veiny member, she felt it had the similarity to an overripe zucchini. She could feel the chains tugging at her clitoris as her hands moved further back to the end of the shaft.\n\n\"Good, but I expected you'd be sucking by now.\" Eyes wide in surprise at her own forgetfulness, she placed her lips around the massive symbol of power, her lips barely making it around the tip. It took considerable effort to extend her jaw so wide, and it was painful to get even halfway through the shaft, but she persevered. Her tongue eagerly circling down the slick green skin, feeling it get wetter with her ministrations. The god used two of his hands placed firmly on her shoulders, one pulling her hair to move her head further down, and another was greedily grabbing her breast. She could feel her one body responding in pleasure and eagerly continued. \n\nEventually, the god commanded her to stop. He commanded her to get on all fours, and she could feel the chains tighten on her body once more. This was the moment she would consummate her union with the god and seal her fate. She could feel that her body was ready, so wet and glistening and eager for him.\n\nHowever, he did not want her vagina, he wanted her anus. She felt his two arms grasping her buttocks and spreading them wide, his massive tongue licking her tender, puckering orifce, loosening up. While she had prepared earlier, using lurbrication and toys, it was a few hours back and she needed some more preparation. She could feel his massive fingers as slowly one, then two, then three were inserted in her. It was gradual and gentle, but since they were so large it still hurt. Halbreth soothed her as she gasped or fidgeted, his remaining hand stroking her hair and back. \"You are doing so well, my love.\"\n\nHis tongue continued to work its magic, and while she had never really felt pleasure from that area before, his expertise shone through, making the experience almost transcendent. She moaned in ecstasy, her body shuddering as he slowly inserted himself into her. He began to thrust, one of his hands supporting himself on her shoulder, the other inserted inside her vagina, and another running over her body. The remaining hand gently kept stoking her long hair, before pulling it again. He roared in what she assumed was pleasure before feeling him release. He removed his member from her, and commanded her to lick him clean. \n\nUrissa was exhausted, panting. \"Would you like to take a break my lord?\"\n\n\"Of course not. We have only just started. Now I am going to tie you to the vibrating altar and we will continue on our next round.\n\nMost of the chosen really did earn their rewards. Halbreth's sessions could last for a very long time. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A new religion develops, one which sees sex as a most holy act, as well as a way to attract followers. Its disciples are otherwise similar to others, by appearance. Write a story from the perspective of either a follower, or an outsider meeting a follower of the sect.
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"content": "I wasn’t religious. I went to church on sundays with my parents until I was 18, then I just didn’t go. Football started and I could usually have my homework done by kickoff of the noon games. This Sunday however, I was going to my girlfriend’s church. She was 20, just like me, had the sex drive of a teenaged boy, to the point where I was rejecting sex, and had her own place, where I slept multiple times a week. She told me on Thursday that I was gonna have to go to church with her on Sunday or the sex would stop. I figured she wouldn’t be too devout seeing as her primary source of protein was my semen, but she was really adamant. So there I was, dressed in slacks and a polo shirt ready to go to church. Ella got into the car wearing a bikini top and a miniskirt and I turned and looked at her and asked “the fuck are you wearing? Are we going to church or are you applying for a job at Hooters?” \n\n“No, we’re going to church, I overdressed a bit because it’s special to introduce new members to the church.” She said, and shifted into reverse and pulled out of the driveway. It was about then when I realized she was serious and she was going to go to church in clothes that would get a woman stoned in Iraq. \n\nWe drove for half an hour, until Ella pulled into a parking lot with a small brick building. There was no cross on it and the sign in the yard read “St. Reid’s church of Eternal Pleasure.” I was 99% sure this was a Church themed strip club or some shit. Ella got out and lead me inside, and I’ll be fucking damned if we weren’t in the Narthex of a church. A couple ushers wearing yellow speedos were handing bulletins, which had these graphic pictures of sex positions and a sermon on *Masturbation Addiction?!?* It’s safe to say I was confused when I walked into the sanctuary to see all the pews were replaced with rows of beds, each covered with a soft white sheet, 3 white pillows, baby wipes, and a bag of condoms. At the altar was a bed, with all the features of the other beds, and a night stand with 2 holy grails, and a book on it. \n\nOff to the side was a choir, all in the nude, singing “Wasn’t Me” by Shaggy. A guy sat at a computer, which had a PowerPoint playing the lyrics, but also had porn gifs on every slide. We found a bed and I asked Ella “so what is this place?” \n\n“You read the sign, it’s basically a church of Sex, it’s the holiest act we can do and I thought it was time to introduce you to the faith.” \n\n“Cool. So did your parents bring you up in this?” \n\n“Yeah, little kids go downstairs and they have games they play, they’re supervised and not exposed to sex. Once you’re 10, you’re given the whole sex Ed and puberty talk over the course of a year, and are thoroughly educated until you’re 11. When you’re 11, you get to watch the services and are educated on masturbation. Once you reach the age of consent you’re partnered with another teenager and you stay with them or another teenager until you’re 18, then you join the general service. You grew up Christian so you pretty much understand the scripture, just know Jesus was like the Jeff Goldblum of his generation, but also a sex god, literally and spiritually, and ascended to heaven after being blueballed 3 times by Simon Peter, who refused to give him a brojob.” \n\n“This is completely fucked, but it still makes sense somehow.” I turned to ask her another question but I was interrupted by the priest starting. \n\n“At this time may all the little ones go downstairs with mother Sarah?” The pastor asked, and a bunch of children went and followed a woman wearing a white robe, several months pregnant, outside. \n\n“Let us begin with the scripture for this Sunday.” The priest said, opening the book on his nightstand. “Coitus 4:45-53, and as the blind woman sucked Jesus’ cock, he grew closer to orgasm until he commanded her ‘remove my member’ and she did. Jesus stroked his cock, and shot a jet of semen into each of the blind woman’s eyes and she hopped up and exclaimed ‘I can see! Thank you rabbi!’ And she told all the town of Jesus’ miracle.” \n\nHe closed the book and jumped into his lesson. “I think this passage shows us an important part of the ending of sex, the cumshot. Now we all can’t heal blindness with our sperm, but we can heal our souls and bring us closer to god. Now please assume your preferred praying positions.” I folded my hands and dropped my head, but Ella whispered “you moron praying is sex, we gotta bang RN.” Yeah she said RN instead of right now, she’s weird. Regardless of her lexicon, I stripped like I was Kahlil Mack, and started nailing her doggy style. Other couples and even a gay couple were going at it. A group of lesbians had split up and joined the gay guys to receive a load to the face. “When you reach orgasm, pull out and unload your semen on her face, make sure to coat it evenly, and do not wipe it until she has licked all she can. I kept thrusting until I was almost there, and then pulled out of Ella and she dropped to her knees off the side of the bed, and I walked up to her, stroking my cock and I ejaculated onto her awaiting face. She had closed her eyes and mouth, and I shot ropes of cum down onto her face, the first and third hitting the bridge of her nose and her forehead, the second shooting to the far corner of her right eye, and the final hitting the bottom of her eye and her upper lip. As my cum ran down her face, into her blonde hair and onto her eyelids and cheeks, she opened her mouth and licked up as much of the white stuff as she could, until I went over and applied a wipe to get my seed out of her eyes, I left the stuff on her hair and forehead, as she told me to do. She then popped my cock, which was returning to flaccid size, back in her mouth and she sucked me clean. I sat down and realized the only people to finish had been the teenagers off to the side. Everyone else was still pounding and I blushed as Ella consoled me. We waited about 10 minutes(!!) until everyone had finished and cleaned up. Most of the women had dried cum on their faces, white streaks running vertically across their forehead, nose, and outer cheeks. \n\nThe priest said to us all. “Amen.” And we echoed it back to him. He said “Hannah, it is time.” And a woman who could only be described as a supermodel stepped from behind the bed at the altar, completely nude. My dick, raw and battered from all the sex in the last few weeks, still managed to get a stiffy for her that I would have thought impossible. The priest removed his robe and revealed the longest cock I had ever seen. This was the cock Danny Devito spoke about when he “dropped his magnum condom.” Only this monster dong could choke a giraffe. \n\n“Today’s worshipping tip is going to be the Full Nelson.” He said, lying back on the bed. He still wore a microphone with the wire taped to his hip. Hottie Hannah laid down on top of him, her legs straight up in the air, and her perfect pussy and asshole were exposed for me to see and I nearly came from the sight alone. The priest grabbed Hannah’s legs, and pulled them at the knees until he could clasp his hands together behind her head. Hannah showed no signs of pain in a move that was banned in almost all wrestling competitions short of the WWE. He adjusted his position and pushed his cock in her bum, and Hannah let out a cry of pain that made you feel pity for her until you realized she was probably Aphrodite. The priest walked us through the full Nelson, and I found Ella was maybe one of the 5 women in the room who was flexible enough to do it. I put her in the position and slipped it in, only to nut instantaneously, and let out maybe two or three weak shots of cum into her asshole. Ella went over to another couple who was struggling with it, and walked them through it with her as the woman, and the man thanked her and started fucking her. I felt jealous that Ella was taking it from another man but I understood that was how things worked here. \n\nOnce that was done we listened to a prayer about the risks of getting addicted to jacking off, and then came holy Cumunion. The priest held up the first grail, which was filled with semen, and poured a small amount onto each woman’s pussy, then came with a grail of lube, and lathered up all the men’s cocks. \n\nWe ended the church service with a sex session and we cuddled until everyone finished and we could leave. \n\nIt was 1:00 when we got out so I missed kickoff for the Bears’ game, but I didn’t really care because I did get an awesome new religion, and Ella committed to letting me move in with her. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] You are trapped in your crush’s dreams, and they’re fantasizing about you.
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"content": "She felt… *empty.* It was the only way to describe it. Like there was no substance to her. If she were dropped into water, she would float on the very surface, light as a leaf. She moved her hands through the darkness surrounding her, feeling it *swish* in a way that air should not. There was no difference between having her eyes closed or not - she had to reach up and touch her eyelids to be sure they were actually moving. She could breathe, but all it did was change the quality of the emptiness inside her as her chest moved. She tried holding in a lungful, and minutes passed without the slightest need for oxygen. Minutes? Or was it seconds? Maybe hours? There was nothing to tell by. She tried counting her heartbeats, and realized she couldn’t feel her heart. Just… empty.\n\n\nShe was like that for a time, not breathing, her eyes closed, wondering but not really worrying about where she was. It wasn’t until she felt something other than the smooth caress of darkness that she realized things were changing around her. Color had slipped into her world in smearing streaks while her eyes were closed, for the first time defining the area around her as a wide, flat green expanse, mirrored by a plane of total blue. In the distance - and it was strange to think there was a concept of distance now - were some vertical smudges in browns and greens, incomprehensible until the whole scene started to shift into focus. Almost like someone was tuning the lense of a microscope, the blurry, unreal landscape turned into a vivid scene. A field of grass, a hot summer sun beating down on where she lay in the shade of a huge oak tree, a wide, cloudless blue sky. She gasped for the air she suddenly needed, sitting up, her heart pounding.\n\n\n“What’s gotten into you?”\n\n\nShe twisted around to see the owner of the voice, a young man leaned back against the tree. He met her gaze, his warm brown eyes amused, pushing himself forward a little, tight muscle shifting under his button-up.\n\n\n“You feelin’ alright, Bec?”\n\n\nShe started. There was only one person who called her Bec. Now that she knew what to look for, she recognized the familiar jawline, the crooked smile, the dark brown hair. \n\n\n“Jake…?” But it wasn’t Jake. Not the Jake she knew, anyway. He was at least ten years older than this boy. She stared at him, unsure.\n\n\n“Who else?” He grinned at her. “You look like you seen a ghost, Bec.” He shifted forward to sit alongside her, entwining her hand with his and kissing her cheek. Her breath caught. The warm, rough skin dragged her back to *Jake’s hand in hers on a rainy day, helping her over the huge puddle in front of the office doors, the two of them laughing as she stumbled and he caught her. That warm smile and his strong arms had made her melt, but she didn’t have the nerve to ask him out, then or later. Just snuck glances at him, getting his help with her computer a little more often than she needed, sitting next to him when they went out to group lunches, hoping, desperately wishing for him to make a move.*\n\n\nShe turned her head away from him. “This… isn’t right.”\n\n\n“What do you mean?” He gave her hand a squeeze. “Seems like things were all good just a second ago.”\n\n\n“You’re-” she turned back to look at him, gesturing up and down at his body, “-too young. You should be almost thirty, not seventeen.”\n\n\nHe stared at her, confused. “What…?”\n\n\n“And this place-” she spread her arms to the horizon, her voice growing sharper, “-*where the hell are we?*”\n\n\n“I- I don’t get what you mean, I’ve been here hundreds of times-”\n\n\n“But *I* haven’t. How did we get here? Do you remember?”\n\n\nHis eyebrows met, his face twisting in growing bewilderment. “I… I guess I.. don’t know…” He looked down at himself, eyes going wide. “You’re- you’re right. Why am I-”\n\n\nDarkness.\n\n\nShe looked around wildly, limbs flailing in the inky emptiness that was slightly thicker than air. There was no distinction anymore, no color, no sound, no movement. She thought she should be panicking, but emotion was muted here too, just another thought. She felt... empty. She stopped moving, settling down to wait.\n\n\nTime passed. Or maybe it didn’t. The only difference from before was that she kept her eyes open, staring mindlessly into the void. This time, she was able to see the color as it leaked into the world, drips of red and brown and bright, blinding white. It dribbled and spread across the invisible terrain, painting a new picture, slowly shifting into razor-sharp focus.\n\n\nShe dragged in another desperately needed breath, sitting up on the couch, looking around. She \nwas in a living room this time, expensive-looking but decorated with a man’s taste, red sofas and armchairs and a huge TV that took up an entire wall. She blinked, rubbing at her eyes, the afterimages of the ceiling lights flashing in her head. There were… *things*… in the other seats. She would have called them people, but they were unnaturally frozen, not so much as a hair moving.\n\n\nA familiar figure walked into the room, and suddenly the bustle of conversation had always been there. A guy in a football jersey yelled something at the TV that now flashed with the image of a game, and cheers came up from the others. Jake - the Jake she knew, the one that was her age - sat down next to her, comfortably wrapping an arm around her shoulders and taking a sip from a beer bottle.\n\n\n“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, smiling, and pecked her on the lips. She froze. It was very, very tempting to just snuggle up against him, and let whatever happened happen. But she couldn’t get her mind away from the feeling of wrongness. Jake was solid, and sturdy, and *real* against her side, but everything else was indefinably off.\n\n\n“Not… really,” she muttered. “Where are we…?”\n\n\nHe gave her a strange look, a little concerned. “You didn’t drink that much, did you?”\n\n\n“I haven’t had anything to drink. Where are we?”\n\n\n“It’s… game night,” he said carefully. “At Todd’s place. We go every week.”\n\n\n“No…” she said, shaking her head. “*You* go every week. I remember you talking about it. I’ve never been here before.”\n\n\n“I-” he paused, his expression furrowing in a way that was starting to become familiar. “I… I guess I don’t remember you being here…” He looked around at the others, growing troubled. “I thought Dana moved to-”\n\n\nShe gasped in a breath, sitting up, her heart pounding. She was covered in a cold sweat, and she kicked off the covers, reaching over to turn on her bedside lamp. The warm yellow light banished her fears, illuminating her bedroom. The red numbers of her clock spelled out 5:45.\n\n\n“Fuck,” she muttered, rubbing her temples. All she could remember was a deep-seated unease.\n\n\nOn the other side of town, Jake sat on the edge of his bed, wiping at his eyes. *No point in trying anymore, may as well get ready for work. Never had trouble sleeping like that before. Weird dreams, I guess.*\n\n\n---------\n\n\nThis turned out rather surreal and non-lewd. It's meant to be a little confusing, but hopefully the idea gets across, and things may be continued if people want to see more. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her upstairs neighbour and she both have a crush on each other, but neither of them had ever acted upon it. Then one day, one of them opens a package meant for the other by mistake, and finds something rather intriguing.
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"content": "**Actual sex/stripping starts in 9th paragraph.**\n\nI ripped into the Amazon package, expecting it to be the paints I was anxiously waiting for to finish my birthday present to my Mother on her 50th birthday. I was surprised to learn it was not my acrylics but a strap on vibrating dildo. The pink pretend penis was about 7 inches long and fairly girth for a sex toy. \n\nWhile I was actually considering a sex toy to improve my sex life with the girls I took home (I’m bi) I know I didn’t order one. A review of the shipping label indicated that this was ordered by the person I share the duplex with, Natalie. Fuck. I had a major crush of Natalie, she was everything I considered beautiful in a woman. She had very long light brown hair that stretched nearly to her butt (which was big and firm). She had great big muscular thighs that indicated she did a lot of squats. Her breasts of course were above average size, where you could squeeze a handful of them during some foreplay and teasing. But the crown jewel of her was her face. She had a small little nose with no point, it was rounded at the edge, a gorgeous smile, and these soft blue eyes that showed so much emotion. \n\nSo I threw on a pair of pajama pants and a T Shirt, (didn’t bother with a Bra or panties, I was going next door for a minute) and walked over to Natalie’s half of the duplex. I knocked on the door and her door opened and she poked her head out, those soft blue eyes opening with excitement as she saw me at the door. “Oh Mia! Hi!” She said excitedly. She stepped out from behind the door and I saw she was wearing a sports bra with a bright pink and purple design, and black leggings that perfectly hugged her hairless body from waist to ankle. Her normally pale face was flush and she had beads of sweat on her forehead. “What brings you here?” She asked. \n\n“I got one of your Amazon packages. I opened it and didn’t realize it wasn’t mine until I saw what was inside. I’m so so sorry.” I said as Natalie pulled out the dildo. \n\n“It’s fine Mia.” She said. “I’ve been waiting for this. I’ve heard good things about it and definitely wanna break it in soon.” She said, gesticulating with the cock in her hand. “Have you ever used or seen one of these?” \n\n“I saw one in porn once. It looked good but porn is pretty hit or miss.” I said. “I’ve been thinking of getting one myself soon. I had to check the shipping label to make sure I didn’t buy it drunk.” \n\n“Do you wanna try it with me?” Natalie asked.\n\n“Yeah sure.” I said, containing my excitement. She held open the door and led me inside. She walked into the living room and turned off a workout video she had been doing prior to this, and sat on the table. She sat down on the couch and motioned for me to sit down next to her. She read the instructions and figured out the vibration controls, and attached the harness to the dildo. After we both had the nuances of it understood she said “shall we?”\n\n“We shall.” I said, and pulled up my T shirt to reveal the two little mounds that were my breasts. My skin was naturally a bit tan so Natalie started marveling about my lack of tan lines in winter, and was shocked to learn I didn’t use a tanning bed. She took off her sports bra and I got my first look at what I had imagined hundreds of times before now. Her breasts hung from her chest and I reached out to caress her soft nipples, she took her opposite hand and did the same for me, and I let out a gasp as her warm hand touched my sensitive tit. She kissed me, releasing my breasts to pull me into a kiss, and we locked lips as we both felt the passion we had for the other. \n\nShe stood up when we broke the kiss, and breathed out a deep sigh of pleasure. She wrapped her hands around her waistband of her leggings, and pulled the smooth black fabric off her perfect body in one movement, bending over and showing me her big butt and spreading wide her labia, letting me see all of her pink folds. She stepped out of her leggings and turned around to allow me to see her in her full naked form. She blushed a bit and said “I’m sorry, this is just so exciting for me. I’ve had a crush on you ever since you moved in last year. Your long curly black hair, perpetually tan skin, and general mannerisms made me think about you in my fantasies.” \n\n“Natalie, I’ve always had a crush on you. Your kindness you always showed to me, and your gorgeous bod always made me envious, and even when I was with a partner, I always liked to imagine you were the one bringing me to orgasm.” I stood up and pulled my baggy pajama pants down, the flannel fabric fell and revealed my full nude form. She gasped as she saw me nude, which I took as a great sign. I took the lead and pushed her to a sitting position on the couch, and climbed into her arms so I was straddling her waist from my knees. She kissed my neck gently as she ran her hands down my bare back, and I hugged her as I got a sniff of her hair, it smelled beautiful and pleasant, reminding me of an island in the Caribbean. She rolled to the side and fell back on the couch so I was on top of her, and as we hugged our breasts pressed against each other and I felt her warmth in the cool apartment. I pulled back and reached back to grab the dildo. I slid back and put it on her. \n\nI hovered hips over the pink dick, and whispered in her ear, “I want to ride you until I orgasm, and then I want to make you feel like the most special girl in the world. Because you are.” And then lowered myself onto the synthetic gential. I let a moan escape my lips as I felt the cock enter between my lips and it start vibrating. Natalie’s hands went to my waist as she helped me glide up and down on the cock. My medium length hair created a veil over us so all I could see was her, and she could only see me. As I increased the depth and intensity of the vibrations, I felt myself growing close to orgasm. I cried out “Almost there!” And Natalie pushed me lightly off the dildo and used her fingers to finish me as I lied on my back and moaned as my legs quivered. We traded places, and she let me control the pace of her pleasure, as I laid on top of her, fucking her pussy from behind in a prone bone. Her juices were falling from her parted pussy lips onto her grey couch. She cried out she was close to coming, so I buried the dick as far as possible into her pussy and turned the vibration up, and she moaned so loudly it almost didn’t seem real, but we both knew her pleasure was genuine, and it was proven by her squirting into the cushion and having her legs quiver for almost 30 seconds after I pulled out. \n\nWe continued to test out the new toy in exciting ways, but that story is for another time.\n\n**Feel free to add onto this story. I may add on later** "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: People are confused as to how you got such a gorgeous wife, before they notice the huge bulge under her pants.
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"content": "I had been talking to this guy at the bar for about 30 minutes. We had hit it off and I was totally into him, his scruffy beard, chiseled chin, and personality checked all the boxes for me. He waited until a break in the conversation and said “Oh, my wife wants us to get going. You coming?” I was beside myself. Wife? This guy had been flirting with me for the last half hour. \n\n“Hold on Will. Wife?” I asked. \n\n“Yeah, right there.” He pointed to the most beautiful woman standing by the door. She waved when I looked over. She had a body that could turn any girl lesbian, but as I looked at her legs I noticed a huge bulge in her leggings. \n\n“So is she a tranny or what’s the deal there?” I asked Will. He said. “If you’re gonna come home with us I’ll explain in the car.” He said. I grabbed my coat and followed him out the door. His wife(?) followed us and we went out to their Nissan, and I got in the back as they sat up front. \n\nWhen we got on the road Fred explained, “So first off, we’re both bisexual. I like both sexes equally, and we aren’t really sure if Peyton is a man or a woman, so she was sorta bi out of necessity. She isn’t transgender she was born this way and identifies as a woman, because breasts are much more visible and it’s more acceptable to be a straight couple than a gay one. We’re both clean from STDs and do things like this occasionally. She can ejaculate, but we’re not sure if she is potent.”\n\n“I personally think you’re very beautiful.” Peyton said. “What’s your name?”\n\n“I’m Abby and I’d have to say you’re beautiful, as a bi girl without a dick.” I said, as Fred pulled into the driveway of a small ranch house. \n\nWe got inside and discussed our limits. Fred didn’t like being smacked, but loved pretty much anything else. Peyton didn’t like piss or bleeding, and I didn’t really like bathroom stuff but loved being smacked and degraded. We decided I would be the center point at first and we would mix it up later.\n\nWe went to the bedroom and we all stripped to our underwear. Fred was very muscular, average height, and was of an average dick size. Peyton was a tall blonde, with big thighs and a bubbly ass. Her breasts were bigger than mine, even in a bra and you could grab a handful of them and have more to spare. She had a trim stomach and her arms were well muscled as well. I was of average height, and wasn’t much else of notice for an asian girl, my boobs were nice and I kept my pubes short enough they wouldn’t get in the way if someone were to eat me out. \n\nFred took off his boxers and I saw his cock, which didn’t have much hair on it and it wasn’t very notable in girth or veins. I knealt in front of him, and he slapped his cock on my face. “Suck my balls you little squinter.” Peyton stifled a chuckle as she played with her cock in her boxers. I took his wrinkly balls in my mouth and started to suck them, caressing them with my tongue, they were heavy and I could tell he saved himself for nights like these. As his cock grew erect on my face, he ordered me to stop sucking and treat the lady. Peyton removed her slender fingers from inside her boxers and pulled them down. Her massive cock was already erect, so I took it about 2/3rds into my mouth, as much as I could, and bobbed up and down, covering it with my spit. As I sucked, Fred removed my bra and started groping me from behind. His hands felt up my nipples, and when he squeezed them I jumped in shock before continuing. Peyton remove her bra and began stimulating her own nipples, letting out a moan of pleasure as she did.\n\nShe pushed on my head after a minute and I stopped sucking her. Fred held me down while Peyton took my panties off my slender legs, and then held me spread eagle. I was begging her to take me, but she turned me over, so I was with my stomach to the ground, and she covered my hips with hers, her cock pressing up against my bony asscheeks, and she pushed her cock in, and then Fred stood in front of her, and she sucked his cock as she slowly worked her big cock deeper and deeper in my cunt. At one point she tugged on my hair, but she mostly just worked her big cock deeper and deeper inside me. After she felt I was warmed up, Fred dragged me to the bed and pulled my legs up into a full Nelson. Fred pushed the tip of his cock in my ass as his wife penetrated me to the base of her shaft in my cunt. I cried out in pain as she fucked my cervix, but I liked the pain. When she was close to coming, she pulled out and jacked herself to completion, finishing with a watery cum into my stomach and boobs. Fred released me from full Nelson and we took a minute so I was riding his cock. \n\nAs I bounced up and down Fred came closer and closer to finishing, but didn’t come until I said “I’m coming!” Before he blew a hot, sticky load into my pussy. His cock pulsated 6 times, pushing more of his seed inside me every time, and I came at the same time, squirting my juices in a disgusting exchange. We took a 5 minute break to get everyone’s erections back, and the two lovers began to spitroast me. I could hold all of Fred in my mouth, so he facefucked me as my mascara ran down my face in black tears, as Peyton fucked me in my sticky cunt, I got to watch Jake fuck me as I looked up at his muscular body, using his amazing force to make me his little slut, Peyton pulled out when she was close to cumming, and so did Fred. Fred finished on my face, painting my cheek and nose with cum, while Peyton finished on Fred’s cock and groin, and made me lick her watery cum. \n\nThe lovers then duct taped my hands together, my mouth shut, and spread my legs as they fucked me as I laid there helpless. Fred went first, and Peyton played with him while she did, feeling up his muscular body and handsome face. Just as he came close to cumming, he pulled out and came into my chest again, which was starting to look like a Jackson Pollack painting. Peyton then pushed Fred to the bed and started to fuck him after lubing up. I lay there on the bed watching them fuck, and I watched Peyton make Fred her bitch, before pulling out and laying back, cumming onto her well toned tummy. Jake took off my gag and forced me to lick her clean, and as I did he pushed his cock into my ass, and I yelped from the lack of lube, I felt the cum on my tits rub into the sheet, but I didn’t really care with my ass being gaped. \n\nJake pulled out when Peyton was ready, and he sat back and stroked his cock to stay erect. Peyton took off my bonds and ordered me to wrap my arms around her shoulders, and then my legs around her waist. My face was right in her breasts, so I licked it as her hard cock rubbed between my boobs. She pushed them together and started tittyfucking me. She came and her sperm splattered against my chin. I dropped down just in time to watch Jake assfuck her standing, she leaned and arched her back as he went to town on her, and I watched fingering my pussy. Jake came and went to shower, so Peyton ate me out so I could come, I sucked her off one last time, and then we exchanged numbers to do it again... "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] You come home to your wife dressed like this.
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"content": "Hank walks in and his jaw drops. Renee blushed but smiled. It was their anniversary and she wanted to surprise him and she succeeded. She hadn't done anything like this since their son was born but it was a special day.\n\nHe layed next to her in bed and gently pulled her close, kissing her. His hand wondered her bare body, exploring the curves she had developed. She stripped him out of his work clothes and straddled him. She slid down onto his cock and moaned, closing her eyes\n.\n\"It feels like it's been forever Hank.\"\n\n\"I know...\"\n\nShe leaned down and kissed him again starting to rock gently and slowly on his hard dick. She moaned pulling away from the kiss.\nRenee straightened up and began to ride Hank, progressively speeding up and riding harder. He moaned along with her and she loved hearing his moans again. It reassured her.\n\nShe kept riding, bringing herself to two eventual, loud orgasms. A few more minutes and she stopped, letting Hank fill her with cum. She felt young again, she felt sexy again.\n\n\"I love you Hank. \"\n\n\"I love you too Renee. Happy anniversary.\"\n\nShe smiled and kissed him again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Humans live alongside Beastkin, a Humanoid race with animal features (usually ears and tails of non-human mammals). At 18 years of age, females either go into heat or have typical human reproduction. While enjoying a day to herself after her 18th birthday, a beastkin girl she going into heat.
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"content": "“Hey Tom, I don’t have time to explain but bring me some batteries over here now” a strained feminine force said over the phone,\n\n“What...?” a young man answered. “Kalla it’s 3AM, why do you need batteries at this time of night? Also why are you panting?” Tom asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He heard a aggravated and desperate wimpier through the phone before she answered.\n\n“I... I can’t explain ok! I just need them now. And, if it isn’t trouble, can you bring me some lotion too?”\n\n“Fine.” He said begrudgingly before he hung up. “I wish she wasn’t so flaky, only a week into college and she’s already asking me for help.” They had been friends for years, but hadn’t seen each other in a year. He was a year older and started college before her, so it was nice to catch up since she had moved into a dorm on campus. It was actually a big event for the school, considering that she was the first wolf beastken to attend their law program.\n\nTom groped around his drawers until he found a old pack of AA batteries that he thought would do the trick and walked out the door, not even bothering to change out of the sweat pants and white tee shirt he used for pajamas. “I hope this is important.” He thought to himself. “She’s always needed people to help her out of a scrape when she forgot something, I can’t remember how many times I’ve had to run over to her house to help her cram for a exam she forgot or go pick her up after her car ran out of gas. It got to the point most people thought we were dating. For as much time as we spent together, we might as well have been. But she was never really interested in boys...” His train of thought was broken once he arrived to her apartment building. \n\nHe looked around the parking lot and noticed that something was missing. “Kalla’s roommate Katie’s car is gone. If she knew Katie was going out then why didn’t she just asked her to get those batteries?” He thought as he climbed the steps up to her room. Before he could knock, he heard a strange banging. It sounded like someone was shaking the posts of something wooden. “Hey, Kalla! I brought the stuff.”\n\n“Th-th-thank god... I’ll be right there!” He heard her whimper as she ran to the door. The door flew open, knocking Tom to the ground. “Ah, imsosorryididn’tmesnto!” She gasped as she reached down to help Tom up.\n\n“It’s fine, i’m used to it.” He chuckled. “Hey are you ok? You look really... sweaty.” He said. Her face was a deep red. Her normally straight salt and pepper colored hair was frazzled and messy. Her ears stuck up straight. Her gown was buttoned wrong. And her tail looked... sticky.\n\n“Noimfineimeanlookatme-“\n\n“Slow down, your talking to fast again!” Tom interrupted.\n\n“Oh i’m sorry... hey did you bring the stuff I asked for?” She said with a embarrassed inflection.\n\n“Yeah.” He said as he reached into his pocket.\n\n“NO! I mean come in, I would rather you not take it out in front of the door.” She said nervously. “By the way you smell good tonight.”\n\n“Ok.” Time said as he walked in. Once inside, he noticed more strange things. The tv was playing wolfblood, some cringy supernatural romance that was apparently popular with YA wolfken, it looked like she had paused it in the middle of a skinny dipping scene where the main character had was pulling his shirt off. Pillows were balled up around the couch and bed, and looked like they were stained with something. Her bed post was shiny and looked wet from that distance. And the whole room had a weird musky smell. His chain of thought was interrupted by a almost desperate whimpering sound.\n\n“s...so can you hand me what you brought?” She said with as much composure as she could manage.\n\n“Sure.” Time said with a uncomfortable expression on his face as he handed her the batteries.\n\n“W-wait you brought AA? I needed AAA batteries! Now how i’m I suppose to-“ She said raising her arm out of her pocket, knocking a pink vibrator out of it. Her face turned from a soft pink to a bright red and all she could do was look down in stunned embarrassment. Tom hadn’t seen Kalla this upset since a bunch of classmates caught her peeing on a tree during recess when they were in elementary school.\n\n“Hey I didn’t know you were- I’ll just leave you too it. Sorry to intrude!” Tom said nervously as he walked quickly to the door.\n\n“Wait! Don’t leave yet!” Kalla yelled, causing Tom to turn around. “R... remember that time when you were 14 an broke your arms in that car accident and couldn’t use them for a few weeks?”\n\n“Yeah. Why?” Tom said as he leaned against the wall.\n\n“well remember how you were really grumpy for a few days so I asked you why so you told me it was because you couldn’t touch yourself down there so I helped yououtbydoingitforyouuntilyougotyourcastoff-“\n\n“Kalla! Slow down, I can’t understand you!” He said. He did remember that time, and he remembered how bad he felt for getting her to do that back then. He knew that he had acted like a ass and guilted her into jerking him off. Even if it was only two or three times, thinking’s about it made him feel terrible. “I’m sorry about that. I was a huge ass for treating you like that five years ago. I don’t know if I ever actually apologized for-“He said as he was interrupted by the sound of cloth hitting the floor. He looked up to see her night gown laying on the floor next to a soaked pair of panties with a tail shaped hole cut in the back. \n\nHe shifted his gaze slightly to the left to see Kalla on all fours with her perfect ass facing him and her tail pointed upward with a pleading face looking back at him from between her legs. “help.” Her body was average in hight but athletic, with defined but small muscles. Her normally small but perky breasts had swollen to a D cup, making them difficult for her bra to contain. And the soft cottony fur between her legs glistening in the moonlight filtering through the window. “I feel like I’m gonna explode! I’ve never felt like this before, I’ve never even felt like touching myself before tonight but was watching that movie and then I just felt like replaying that scene over and over again. I started rubbing myself and it felt good but before I knew it I was like this. I’ve heard Kati using that vibrator before so I thought it would help, but-... You’ve had girlfriends before right? Please tell me you can help.”\n\n“Wait that’s a lot to spring on a guy. What even happened?” Tom said, trying in vain to hide the boner he was developing.\n\nKalla stood up and clumsy walked over to him before responding. “I must be going into heat. Only 10% of beastken do it nowadays but I guess I was one of them.” She said as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts up against his chest. She began to awkwardly and subconsciously grind her pelvis against his thigh. “Please, I’ve never felt like this before and I can’t handle myself right now. I would do the same for you.”\n\nTom swallowed heavily before he could speak. “Ok I guess... but we’re not doing anything in the hallway. Let’s go over to your bed.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Waking up on the same day for the 5th time, your Groundhog Day also turns out to be the day when you lose your virginity. Now you can try out everything you learned the previous 4 times.
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"content": "Gary woke up with the worst hangover in years. He couldn't remember the last time he drank so much tequila, but then again, he couldn't remember the last time he was invited to a house party like Lauren's. Details started to become more clear as he became more awake. By the time he reached the bathroom, he pieced together how he'd gotten the invitation to binge watch The Good Place with some of his coworkers. How Lauren turned \"forking shirtballs\" into a drinking game. The rest seemed to get fuzzier. Gary placed his hand on the wall behind the toilet to steady himself, reached down with the other and then realized he had a thick, turgid erection.\n\n\"What did I do last ni- oooh,\" thought Gary as the rest of the night came into focus.\n\n*Tim and Jenn had left after watching season 2, leaving him alone with Lauren.*\n\n*\"Gary, I can't believe you kept up with the shots all night,\" she slurred. \"You're a chaaaamp.\" Lauren walked over to him. \"Now whats were you sayin' before, when Chidi was in bed. Yerrrr a virgin! Hahahaha\"*\n\n*Gary was too drunk to feel uncomfortable about his situation. He was a late bloomer, or rather, he was a flower that never got past the bud. But tonight he felt emboldened. \"May-maybe I can fix that tonight, with you Lauren.\" He clumsily grabbed her arms and swung her down onto the large sectional sofa. \"You beautiful motor-forking biscuit, I'm going to fork you like there's no tomorrow.\"*\n\n*As he straddled her, Gary leaned in to steal a kiss, but not before accidentally headbutting her. \"Cheese and crackers, what the fudge, Gary?\" said Lauren with a pained expression. She grabbed his face and guided it to hers and gave him a wet kiss. He felt his cock become uncomfortably rock hard, worse than his longest edging sessions at home. His boozy breath became more rapid as they both pushed and pulled with their mouths and started to pull off their clothes.*\n\n*He didn't wait for her to finish taking off her pants and moved a hand over her panties. He could feel her wetness through the cotton and tried to hook a finger under it to pull it aside, but scratched her in the process. He pulled his cock over the elastic of his briefs and they snapped sharply into his balls. \"Jesus, fuck!\" he exclaimed, then thrust his softening cock into the region of her crotch. By now, he couldn't bother to stay in The Good Place lingo.*\n\n*\"Ooh,\" he moaned before his jizz dribbled out. Lauren held onto his sides as his ass jerked uncontrollably. \"Oh god, that was amazing, wasn't it? Holy shit.\"*\n\n*Lauren slid herself out from under him and sighed. \"Yeah Gary, congratulations,\" she said monotonously. \"Now you need to get the fork out of here.\"*\n\n*\"Do we uh, do you want another one,\" asked Gary.*\n\n*Lauren let out a chuckle. \"Oh Gary, that's all I can take.\" She rose and started to wipe her pussy with her panties. I'm going to clean this up, but feel free to grab some water on your way out.\"*\n\nGary went into work expecting to hear the worst of it. He hoped Lauren wasn't a gossip but Tim and Jenn were like Hoda and Kathie Lee on the eighth hour of the Today Show. He first bumped into Tim.\n\n\"Hey Gary, are you going to Lauren's tonight?\"\n\n\"Ha, ha Tim. I think last night was enough.\" Gary retorted.\n\n\"Um, what do you mean, The Good Place party is tonight.\"\n\nGary was still hung over but that seemed really confusing. \"Tim, we did that last night. It's Tuesday, right?\"\n\nTim glared at Gary. \"You've got to stop drinking so hard on Sundays, Gary. You're fucked up.\"\n\n​\n\n*to be continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A 30 year old thick black stripper and an 18 year old skinny but well hung white college boy inexplicably exchange bodies, and have wacky sex adventures
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: A 30 year old thick black stripper and an 18 year old skinny but well hung white college boy inexplicably exchange bodies, and have wacky sex adventures"
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"content": "Tristan stared at the wall clock across from his bunk bed. It was Tuesday night, his one night when he could complete his assignments and his roommate, Daryl was at basketball practice, giving him total freedom to do anything in the dorm room. He turned off the lights, opened his Chromebook, and started browsing the tube sites. This week, Tristan was particularly horny for anal-loving housemaids and he selected \"Avery dusts his pole.\" He made sure he had his kit: a bottle of lotion, a box of tissues, and bluetooth headphones. The clip started in *media res* with the aforementioned Avery walking around a living room with a feather duster. She wore a skimpy black lace uniform that barely contained her D-sized breasts, a miniskirt, and heels. Tristan stared at her cleavage and could feel himself get aroused.\n\nHe skipped ahead to the point where Avery was now naked and giving the master of the house a deep and rapid blowjob. She jerked and tugged and slobbered over his cock like it was a melting ice cream cone on a summer day. Tristan held onto his penis and tried to match her rhythm. He felt his 10 inch cock swell and heat up from his strokes.\n\nThe camera angle changed, and now Avery was bent over the white leather loveseat, legs spread open. Master's tongue darted around her asshole, leaving it slicker with each pass. He stood up and slowly entered her ass. Avery's moans echoed in the room as he let his head rest, unmoving, just past her sphincter. Tristan felt a sympathetic ache below his balls. He pushed the skin in his taint and could just feel the outline of what was sore, deeper inside his body. He pushed a little closer to his asshole and that ache turned into electricity through his whole body and round-tripping back to his balls. He wasn't even watching the video anymore as he massaged the edge of his prostate while jerking off, until his cum squirted out in pulses onto his belly.\n\nHe cleaned himself off then decided to take a walk off campus to get a bite to eat. He picked up the local alternative paper and noticed a new club nearby, called \"Baten Switch.\" *Must be German,* he thought. It was also on the way to his favorite pizza place so he made up his mind to check it out. As he walked across the near empty parking lot, he noticed the neon pink signage, the blackened windows, and the muffled thumps of house music from inside. Still, Tristan didn't realize it was a strip club until the bouncer pushed him out.\n\n\"No one under 21,\" the talking bicep with an earpiece told him. \"But go around, we have an 18 and older room. No alcohol. But real nice ladies, totally naked. Okay college boy? Go around.\"\n\nNot one to ignore advice from experts, Tristan walked around to the side of the club and sure enough, a different bouncer was guarding a nondescript door.\n\n\"Ten bucks cover. Let's see some ID,\" said Mr. Neck-and-Tanktop. Tristan handed over cash and was allowed into the darkened hall. The music softened as an unseen DJ made announcements.\n\n*LLLLLLLadies and Gentlemen, llllllet's give it up for Grrrrreta. Grrreta. She's going to be down at the counter if you want to say hi. Don't forget it's two for Tuesdays, you can get two dances for the price of one. Now coming up to the main stage, it's Celessssste. Give a hand for Celeste folks.*\n\nTristan bought a ten dollar Sprite then sat in a lounge chair at the stage. Celeste was a stunning black woman in heels and a red thong. She didn't look like the youngest or the skinniest stripper in the club, but she walked that stage like she owned the place and you owed her a dollar for the privilege of being in her presence.\n\nShe smiled broadly as she approached him. \"Hi sugar, you like what you see?\" she asked. Tristan placed a dollar on the rim of the stage, and Celeste went to work. She sat at the edge of the stage and positioned her legs over his shoulders, then peeled the edge of her thong to flash her pussy. Tristan stared at the dark folds as she parted them slightly to reveal her pink vagina. He leaned in for a closer look and caught a faint whiff of her sex mixed with talcum powder.\n\nThe dance ended shortly after and he stumbled back to the counter, trying to reposition his chubby bulge. His space at the counter was occupied by a tall, bearded man wearing a black velvet long coat and a monocle. He glanced at Tristan then placed his order with the bartender. His voice was low but clear, and european.\n\n\"Two Doctors Pepper, my good man. For me and my friend here,\" he said as he gestured to Tristan. The bartender rolled his eyes then filled two tumblers with ice and pressed the \"DP\" button on the Wunderbar.\n\nBlack Velvet gave one of the glasses to Tristan and held his own to make a toast. \"To the ladies,\" he said. Tristan clinked his glass then placed it back on the bar counter.\n\n\"I see you've got an eye on Celeste. She's quite a dancer. Powerful gams, a spectacular posterior, no?\" He asked.\n\n\"Yeah, she's got great tits too,\" blurted Tristan. \"I wish I could have a girl like that. A sexy momma who I could smash all night.\"\n\nThe stranger blanched. \"Uhm, yes, that's quite aspirational. I'll make you a deal, young man. I happen to know her and what would you say if I could arrange for you to...get to know her, if you get my meaning.\"\n\nTristan didn't, but acted like he did. \"I would not say no to that.\"\n\n\"Good, my boy. Now you must know that I hold *you* in the highest regard, a college freshman is a pillar of integrity. But I do need you to *sign* something in case anything should come up and we can contact you,\" he said as he produced an index card and pen. Tristan filled out the contact card which the stranger picked up quickly and stuffed into his long coat.\n\n\"Now young man, please walk over to the VIP room and Celeste will join you shortly,\" he cheerfully said.\n\nTristan entered a dark room, illuminated by blacklights and the glitter that seemed to cover everything. As he eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could make out stalls bordering the room, with mirrors attached to the sides and a cushioned bench in each station.\n\nCeleste appeared from the other side of the room. She said, \"Hey sugar, thanks for calling me. I hope you weren't waiting long.\"\n\nOff stage, Tristan could better see her full figure. She had shoulder length hair, a few tattoos, and two perfectly round breasts. He couldn't wait to get in a booth to inspect more. Celeste led him to an empty stall, and he relaxed on the bench as she moved her bra and thong. He started to reach for his pants when she grabbed his hand and moved it away.\n\n\"No sugar, you can touch me but you can't touch yourself; we're just going to have a nice close dance okay? I'm not a hooker. You understand?\" she asked sternly.\n\nHe put his hands on either edge of the cushion, holding on to them like a life raft. Celeste started on her knees and crept up between his legs. She buried her face in his crotch, which only made his cock strain harder in his pants. Putting her hands on his thighs, she pulled herself up and spun around to grind on his lap. Her soft full ass cheeks rubbed back and forth over his pants, straightening out his erect penis underneath. Tristan looked into a side mirror to take a look at her tits, swaying with her body. She took his hands from the edge and guided them to her nipples and Tristan held onto her firm skin as she continued to move her hips to the distant music.\n\nCeleste got up then turned around to face him. She straddled his lap and began to push her breasts closer to his face. He put his hands on her hips as she brushed each nipple over his nose and eyes, then settled into his lap for more grinding.\n\nHe never felt this good before, every nerve was firing in his body at the same time. He closed his eyes and leaned back. He didn't want to cum in his pants but it felt like he wasn't going to hold back any longer. Tristan could see sparks behind his eyelids as the music started to fade. The dance was over and he could feel his stiffness subsiding, till he felt nothing at all. He opened his eyes, only to see his body, his eyes still shut, his hands still holding her...his waist. Tristan looked up at a mirror and saw Celeste's face reflected back at him and he let out a scream.\n\nHis former body jolted from the noise and it screamed as well. He jumped off his lap and tried to stand in six-inch heels, only to tumble backwards. His former body spoke in Celeste's voice.\n\n\"What the fuck was that?\" they yelled together.\n\n​\n\n*Ok I'm a bit tired but also I don't know where this is going to go. Like, buddy sitcom territory?* "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Passing notes.
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"content": "Frankie passed a note to her girlfriend Kia sitting next to her. Kia read the note with a big smile on her face. It was a simple note that read \"i <3 you\". Kia passed a return note back. Their friend on the other side of Frankie rolled her eyes. \n\n\"You two are 23 aren't you too old for that stuff. \"\n\n\"Oh your just bitter cause your single.\"\n\n\"...so.\"\n\nThe three chuckled. Frankie write out another note. This one a little more explicit. \n\n*What color panties are wearing? ;) *\n\nKia wrote her answer and passed it back. Frankie grinned as she opened the note to read Kias response. \n\n*Im not ;)*\n\nFrankie looked around before leaning over towards Kia a little. Kia smiled and pulled her skirt up a little showing Frankie her pussy. Frankie smirked and Kia pushed her skirt back down. \n\nAnother professor on campus popped into the classroom. He dismissed them since their professor was over a half hour late. Everyone poured out of the room except for Frankie and Kia. \n\n\"Staying here Frankie?\"\n\n\"You're gonna get me all horny and then make me wait til we get to your house? Where we might get caught?\"\n\n\"You can make it baby. \"\n\nFrankie shook her head no and Kia rolled her eyes, puttting her stuff back on. \n\n\"How do you want me Frankie?\"\n\n\"Hmmm...bent over.\"\n\nKia bent over her desk and shook her ass a little. Frankie walked around and pushed her skirt up and got on her knees. She kissed Kias pussy over and over. She reached under with her finger to tease her girlfriends clit.\n\n\"Getting me all nice and wet?\"\n\n\"Mhm.\"\n\nShe ran her fingers along Kias pussy. \n\n\"Perfect.\"\n\nShe said wiping Kias cum onto her leg. She moves in and starts to lick her pussy slowly. Kia moans quietly. Frankie quickly speeds up, occasionally squeezing Kias perky ass.\n\nKia moaned louder. Frankie's tongue moved quickly along her wetness. \n\nKia grips the desk as Frankie burys her face. Kia cums hard, her knees shaking. \n\n\"Don't stop Frankie!\"\n\nFrankie kept going and going until Kia came again harder. This time she put her hand on Frankie's head and she stopped. Kia moved to the side collapsing in the chair, her legs bouncing up and down. \n\n\"Francine...\"\n\nFrankie smiled wide. She always knew she did really well when Kia called her by her full name afterwards. \n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She thought it was a good idea to buy the used sensory deprivation chamber, to be truly alone with her thoughts.
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"content": "She had never worn a blindfold before, never even used earplugs. But now she was here, floating naked in complete darkness with no sound except for her quickening breathing and pounding heart.\n\n\nShe had picked up the chamber on a whim when she saw how cheap it was being sold, hoping that it would help her achieve her goal of daily meditation. The stress in her life was reaching a breaking point, and she thought it would change things. And it seemed that it would, though not in the way she had intended or expected.\n\n\nHer kink had apparently always been there, right under the surface, waiting to be realized the second she slipped into this state of total sensory deprivation. She took deep breaths, trying to ignore the heat rising in her body, but there was nothing else. Nothing to focus on except for her growing arousal. Her hands made fists at her sides in the skin-temperature water, her nails digging into her palms.\n\n\nShe could just leave. It was as simple as unlatching the door and pushing it open, but it didn’t feel like that. She had the sensation of floating in an infinite void, unable to touch, to see, to hear anything but herself. Rationally, she knew she was in a cylinder that was only somewhat bigger than she was. Irrationally, she felt trapped and helpless, and even more illogically was massively turned on by that.\n\n\nShe resisted the urge for a while, rethinking her decision to be naked, but eventually her hand slipped between her thighs, finding herself swollen, slick and sensitive. Her other hand came up to her breasts to squeeze and tweak while she stroked over her folds, spreading her lower lips and rubbing at the hood of her clit. She normally used something more than just her fingers, but it felt right like this. She was the only thing that existed. There weren’t any toys to get off with here. Just her, growing arousal, and total nothingness.\n\n\nShe coaxed her delicate bud from its covering skin and teased it to fullness with light touches, her hand starting to move in an easy rhythm. Her fingers made slow circles, building the hot pressure inside her with each movement. Occasionally, she paused to play with her breasts and give the sensitive skin a rest, taking things slowly. There was no need to rush. There was all the time in the world in here.\n\n\nHer breathing started to get ragged as she continued, her hand moving faster without conscious intention. It felt *good*, and the sensation was the only thought in her head. She started to tense, feeling her climax approaching as her fingers rubbed out firm circles.\n\n\nShe let out a small groan as she tipped over the edge, her hand working furiously as her body went tight, waves of blissful pleasure washing over her. After a few moments, she let out a heavy breath, the tension slipping away as she floated in the water, feeling warm and relaxed.\n\n\nIt wasn’t meditation, but this might just do the trick.\n\n\n------\n\n\nA short little thing. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend’s superpowers are awesome for fighting crime, but they get a little dangerous in the bedroom since she loses control during climax. Still, the two of you have been able to manage.
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"content": "\\[Warning: some depictions of body horror\\]\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen Mark knocked on Gia's apartment door, the sound echoed throughout the hallway. The stone floor and walls made every noise reverberate in the wing. The building was an anachronism, a tribute to the Brutalist movement that fell out of favor years ago, but Gia enjoyed being surrounded by the concrete and glass. Mark entered the foyer and gave her a chaste kiss before hanging up his coat. They sat together on the couch in the living room, taking sips of wine and relaxed by the fire.\n\n\"How long will you be on Monster Island?\" asked Mark.\n\n\"It's called Moon Stone Island,\" she replied sardonically. \"And it shouldn't take more than a couple days to clear out the monsters.\"\n\nMark put down his wine glass and slipped his hand around her back, under her shirt and rested it on her slender waist. \"Well, I'm gonna miss you, *Geo Storm*. Who's gonna take care of me while you're out smashing the werebadgers? Maybe I'll go hang out with Laser Girl,\" he said with a smile. He felt his hand sink into her side until it disappeared under her ribcage. Gia's liquefaction powers allowed her to manipulate her body at the cellular level, become as liquid as water or solid as stone. This came in handy as an active field member of the Action League.\n\nMark's hand began to hurt a little as she increased the pressure around it. \"Pfft, you couldn't handle Laser Girl, bro. You're lucky to have me,\" she said. \"You'll just have to crank it alone while I'm gone.\" Mark's hand detached from his wrist with a crack and a pop. As a lizard mutant, Mark was used to having some level of *detachment* in relationships. She looked at his pained expression then released his hand from her stomach. \"Well, maybe not with that hand.\"\n\nMark rubbed his wrist relieve the pain and was caught off guard when Gia pushed him to the floor, straddling his stomach. He could feel her hands get heavier as she pinned his shoulders to the ground and kissed him tenderly. He ran his remaining fingers through her short blond hair and held her face closer. He could feel his groin stirring as she sat up and started sit closer to his cock. He could feel her breathing get raspier as she slowly grinded on his hips.\n\n\"Are you sure you want to try again?\" she whispered. \"I'm getting better but I'm not sure I'm ready.\"\n\n\"I love you Gia, I would wait until the sun burned out if you asked me to. But I know we're so close. Let's give it try. Before you leave.\"\n\nGia stood up and pulled off her shirt, showing off her toned brown skin and round tits. She unzipped her pants and drew them down to her ankle to one side, along with her black panties. She kicked them off as Mark took less time to peel off his own pants and boxers. His cock was throbbing in anticipation as she eased herself back down, resting her clit on the tip of his dick.\n\nShe moved her hips in slow arcs into his groin as she focused on keeping her sex tender. But her clit already felt like a smooth pebble, running back and forth over Mark's cock. Each time she glided over the head, she would leave a trail of her cream on his glans. His pre-cum leaked over her clit and mixed with her own as they developed a rhythm together. Mark raised his hand over her breasts and began to knead them, sending shivers down her writhing body.\n\nShe paused for a moment, then let his cock sink through her pussy. She felt a wave of pleasure as his hard member pulsed inside her. Mark held onto her hips as she lifted herself up and down on his cock. Mark moaned as her pussy changed between hot slick juices to firm flesh, over and over again, delivering more intense feelings to his dick.\n\n\"Baby let's cum together,\" Gia gasped, as she bounced harder and faster. Mark could tell she was close, as her phasing became less focused. He thrusted through her pussy, past her cervix, and could feel her diaphragm wrap around his cock as he withdrew. He felt her heart, beating close to his dick has she sloshed and solidified over and over his throbbing dick.\n\n\"Cum for me baby, I'm cumming now!\" she exclaimed. Her pussy clamped down hard the head of his dick when she felt the orgasm take control of her body. She fell over backwards onto his shaking legs as his cum shot over her like a geyser. As her own orgasm subsided, she felt something still in her.\n\nAs she reached into her belly and retrieved the slick shiny head of Mark's cock, she yelped and threw it at him. They both sighed and lay on the floor together.\n\n\"Well, that fixes *that* problem. I won't be regenerated until the time you get back,\" Mark said.\n\n\"At least I didn't cut of your whole dick like last time,\" she said, laughing. Gia planted a kiss on Mark's pouty face. \"You'll be ready just in time for another hardcore training session.\"\n\nThis was fun to write; I'd love to hear your feedback, comments, and criticisms."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Confused or Contemplative
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"content": "\"Psst. Isaac.\" She whispered into his ear, his eyes slipping open slowly. A canopy of perfect blonde hair and soft skin covered Isaac's view. A brilliant smile radiated back at him. \"Sleepyhead,\" she teased, her hips resting on his own, above the white linens that covered Isaac. \"Do you know what day it is?\" She gleamed.\n\n\"Saturday?\" He rasped, wiping his eyes. She laughed, hitting his chest.\n\n\"Smart ass! I'll give you one more guess!\"\n\n\"Sunday?\" He smirked this time, a laugh escaping him this time. She shrugged and shook her head.\n\n\"Yep, you sure did guess it! Well, I'm not very interested in Sunday sex... I'd love to have Birthday sex,\" she started to get up, but paused when he touched her sides.\n\n\"Oh, y'know what I just realized?\" He asked.\n\n\"What's that?\" She bit her lip.\n\n\"It's my birthday today,\" he smirked. She feigned surprise. \n\n\"Oh, you don't say?! Wait... how do I know that's the truth?\" She teased, reading his response.\n\n\"Don't I look 27 to you?\" \n\nShe tilted her head. \"Hm. I dunno,\" she stood up and ripped the sheets off from atop him. She looked him over as though appraising him. She nodded, tapping her plush, rosy lip. \"I guess you do,\" she slowly crawled over his body, her breasts gliding over his torso the whole way. \"Well, today is your lucky Birthday!\" She kissed him slowly, her tongue dancing with his own.\n\nA rattle of the train shook Isaac loose, and not a moment too soon. He'd been staring at her for nearly two minutes now. Isaac blinked and looked back out the window. \n\nThe buildings passed in a blur, each one with their own stories. A history and a future. Romances, break ups, betrayals, friendships. The buildings all fascinated Isaac, but, for some reason, he never caught the stop to go see any of them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Evil Goddess has pretty much won, the ritual has been completed. And now she has the power to end the world with a flick of her wrist, if only you had more time. She looks to you and says, “Quit pretending to be so selfless, what do you really wish for? Maybe I can grant it.”
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"content": "Not exactly like the prompt, but I hope you still enjoy.\n\n\nContains: non-sexual violence and death, dubious consent.\n\n\n-----------\n\n\n“It’s all in the wrist, you know. People think it’s a snap of the fingers, but no, a good world-destroying gesture has to have some *oomph,* some *voila!*” The goddess waved her hand, and the defeated heroes flinched - the ones that could still move, anyway. The massive torch-lit cavern was strewn with bodies of cultists and knights, clustered around the magic circle drawn with black runes and coated in the blood of sacrifices. Their escort of hand-picked warriors had been slaughtered to a man, trying desperately to buy them enough time to stop the ritual. The four heroes lay broken and bleeding, scattered around the room, staring at their mortal enemy and hoping beyond hope that something could still be done. \n\n\nThey could only watch as the curvy, raven-haired woman stepped over the corpses, blathering about technique. For someone who was practically omnipotent, she was surprisingly prone to evil monologues. One of the party wasn’t quite as wounded as the rest, and she pushed herself upright with the support of her longbow, swaying side to side. The goddess paused in the middle of describing which volcano she would make erupt first and looked over curiously, in the manner of someone who has slapped an irritating bug and found it flying around their head again.\n\n\n“Hello there, which one are you?” The goddess stared at the elf as she took a staggering step forward, using her bow like a crutch.\n\n\n“Kae,” she spat. Her short blond hair was bloodied from a wound on her head, and her tanned, lean figure was marked with more splotches of red around the ragged tears in her leather armor. She looked like someone on death’s door, but her eyes burned with determination.\n\n\n“Well, Kae, nice to meet you, shame about-” she waved a hand to the human carnage filling the cavern. “Are you coming to be the first to bow down before me? You know, I’m flattered. You did give me a scare near the end there, but I’m glad you’re being a good sport about the whole thing.”\n\n\nKae pulled a dagger from its sheath with a trembling hand, staring into the goddess’s red eyes with her own fierce green. “We will never… submit… to you…” She raised her hand as if to make a weak throw, but plunged the dagger downwards into her own chest, piercing her heart. With a grim smile of defiance, she died, toppling over with a final gasp.\n\n\n“Oh good grief, could you be more dramatic?” The goddess tossed up her hands in exasperation. “I was *talking* to you!” She looked over to the dead elf’s companions. “Is she always like that?” Though horror and pain dominated their expressions, there was a definite lack of surprise. “O-kay then, let’s try this again, without the self-martyring.” She walked over to Kae’s corpse and knelt to tug the knife out of her chest with a slick, bloody noise, tossing it away to clatter on the stone floor. She leaned down, planting a kiss on the elf’s cheek.\n\n\nKae dragged in a ragged, gasping breath as her wounds closed, flesh and muscle knitting together as her heart started pounding again, sending new blood coursing through her veins. Her eyes focused, meeting the gaze above her, and her hand shot forward, grabbing the front of the goddess’s robes and pulling her down into a full-on kiss. Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t pull away, after a moment eagerly returning it. Kae tapped the side of her boot against the ground in a short pattern, and her hands moved up to weave in long black hair, holding the goddess close. Her tongue pressed forward and was granted access, exploring her enemy’s mouth as soft sounds slipped from their locked lips. After a while, the goddess broke away, breathing harder and a flush standing out on her pale skin.\n\n\n“That was, uh, not what I was expecting. I just wanted to talk to you without the dramatic suicide, but it *has* been a couple hundred years since I- mmph...” Kae pulled the goddess back down into a fierce kiss, breaking her off mid-sentence.\n\n\nSome distance away from them, the party’s wizard had begun to crawl across the cavern floor, biting his lip to stifle grunts of pain. A completely inappropriate amusement had settled over him, and he had to hold back snorts of laughter, too. He doggedly clawed his way towards the magic circle, mirth fighting with agony inside him as he tried to keep quiet. *This is the stupidest Plan B we’ve ever come up with...*\n\n\nThe goddess put her hands on Kae’s shoulders, forcing herself away from the elf’s soft lips. “But- you were *just* telling me defiance to the end. You *stabbed* yourself so you didn't have to talk to me!”\n\n\n“I didn’t think you'd revive me,” Kae lied. “That kind of thing causes a change of heart.” She moved her hands to the goddess’s shoulders and threw her weight into a roll, pulling her down and ending up straddling her thick hips. Despite the goddess being extraordinarily powerful, her physical form was no stronger than an average woman, and decades of using a longbow had packed Kae’s figure with lean muscle. She leaned down into another fiery kiss that left them both panting, breaking away to murmur, “And coming back from the dead really gets the blood pumping.” \n\n\nThat part wasn’t a lie. Her body was thrumming with hot energy, her heart slamming in her chest, sending warmth to her cheeks and between her legs. More than just being healed of her mortal wounds, she was completely revitalized. She hated the thought of what she was about to do, but she felt like she had on her first night making love, tingly and shivering and excited. She had been so sure that the information they had found in that ancient book would never be useful, but here she was, seducing an pent-up goddess with the knowledge that she hated martyrs and had a thing for elven women."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One certain nights of the year, when the boundaries between worlds grow thin, a psychic is able to do more than just speak with the spirit of their lover.
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"content": "This is the road that we took from state college to the coast in my old Tercel, the one with the plastic globes for air vents. This stretch of asphalt pockmarked with pot holes ran for miles and miles with undulating hills, blind curves, and tall trees that blotted the sky like a lattice. This is the road where we held each other's hands, until I had to move the shifter down and then race back find your palm. This is the road back to you.\n\nThis is the town that appeared as we crested the hill, the sun-bleached cedar shingles and cape cod shacks lined up on parallel streets, paved in crushed white shells. This is the parking lot close to the beach, where we unloaded a picnic basket and backpack during the off-season, so there were no throngs of people to gawk or stare at us; not that we cared, we were in love. This parking lot is the trail head that leads back to you.\n\nThis is the boat house that rented us the sea kayaks, well-worn but sturdy. This is the grizzled old man who felt more at home on the ocean than behind the counter, renting gear, or selling bait and tackle to out-of-towners, but gladly helped us find a secluded island just outside the bay, an easy trip for two strong women like ourselves. This leather-faced codger is the guide back to you.\n\nThis is the open water, the cold waves that splashed over our kayaks as we dragged the oars, left and right. We kept our distance from the commercial boats, following the path until the island faded in, becoming more real as we approached its shores. This is the sea lane back to you.\n\nThis is the island not larger than two acres, covered in tall grass and trees. A grove in the center of the island offered a view of the sky, while the ocean breezes cut through the branches and reeds around us. This is the clearing where we laid out our blanket, ate wine and cheese, then made love. This consecrated space is where I will find you.\n\nThese are memories I invoke to call for your return. They are strong, clear, and inviolate. The memories of our love are so potent that they light the firewood I have arranged in the clearing. It burns with white hot intensity, shooting flames well above the treeline. This bonfire is how I will call for you.\n\nThis is the spirit that exits the flame, a translucent body that glows in ethereal beauty. It approaches my prostrated body from behind and kneels into me. My face is hot to the touch and my eyes prickle with light, even when I close them. The sparks are coming from within me. Our parts are joined once more as I feel you feel me touching my cheeks, my naked breasts, hips, and sex. This is the possession that will bind you.\n\nThis is the hand you control, gently inserting fingers in my mouth to make them slick before descending to our warm center. The fingertips caress our pussy, spreading the lips with index and middle fingers. The heat between our legs radiates over our body in waves of pleasure, two minds as one. A finger slides down and finds our hole wanting to be filled and obliges with a curling motion that sends a shiver down our spine. The finger curls and releases, dips in and out of our pussy as our hips move in rhythm to meet it. This is the sex that will obliterate us.\n\nThis is the orgasm that starts under our eyebrows, like a physical thought travelling over our hot face, behind the ears, and over the nape of our neck. It splits and runs roughshod over our hardened nipples, swirling under each breast before trickling over our rolling belly and merging in the center of our swollen clit. This release is how you will leave me.\n\nThis is the firepit, now extinguished, white smoke rising from the ashes and returning me to the clearing, alone. The embers pulsing red, deep within the timbers before fading into blackness. This cooling lump of charred wood is our farewell.\n\n***\nComments and criticism are welcome. (Edited for spelling and grammar noted below.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world where different sexes never developed. All humans are women that have both a penis and vagina.
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"content": "Rochelle could feel the semen rushing through her ass. Hands moved up and down her arms and shoulders, as Sherri’s lips sucked on the back of her neck, her breasts pressed against Rochelle’s back.\n\n“Oh my God,” and for a moment, Rochelle thought she saw God. A quick flicker in her eyes as she stared at a doorway leading to some other part of the office. The image was quick, but it was there.\n\nSherri kissed Rochelle’s neck, licking up to her earlobes, biting softly and repeatedly. If Rochelle moaned and moved in any direction (whether out of ecstasy or orgasm), Sherri inserted herself further. If Rochelle pushed her ass backwards, Sherri had her hands on either side of the desk and squeaked as Rochelle’s ass ate more of her; if Rochelle leaned forward, Sherri would fall on top of her, her arms grabbing at Rochelle’s nipples, her mouth leaving purple bite marks on her neck—Rochelle leaned forward too much and was now bent over on her desk with nowhere to squirm.\n\nIt was a game and Rochelle’s ass was almost completely sucking on Sherri’s cock. And as Rochelle’s neck was consumed by Sherri’s lips, her earlobes eaten tenderly and playfully, God flared in the doorway:\n\n“How did you get here?” a soft voice asked, almost completely silent.\n\nSherri didn’t notice the voice; she started thrusting her hips.\n\nRochelle didn’t know the answer to God’s question. It started before the workday began: \nan automatic car drove Rochelle through the city. She was in the back seat, watching palatial skyscrapers change to gangrenous slums—a normal drive for an everyday routine. Then the message hit her phone, as broken streets matched broken people. Her lover admitted she cheated on her throughout the relationship. All of it. \n\nTears were easy. By the time the AI told Rochelle they arrived at her work, Rochelle had cried, laid down, and taken a nap. When she picked herself up and walked inside, Rochelle didn’t notice the employees with blinking gears for eyes, or that the entire building was fake; a working replica of her office building. \n\nSherri was waiting in Rochelle’s office. Sherri the CISO of their company. Her breasts were exposed, held up by a small white top; her nipples were prominent and erect. Thin underwear couldn’t hide much of her erection, although Sherri had a leg over the other. \n\nThe first thing Sherri said was, “We’re performing maintenance on how our employees’ neurolinks connect with the company’s internet. This is mandatory maintenance.” \n\nBeing too vulnerable to resist, Rochelle didn’t question her. She in front of Sherri as an obscure digital signature was uploaded to her brain, as Sherri pulled down her pants and started rubbing her cock."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You wished for a new way to please your girlfriend. What you got was...unexpected.
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"content": "\"You're going to want to sit down, Anne,\" James said as he pulled out a chair from the kitchen table. Anne eased herself onto the padded seat and looked at him with concern.\n\n\"Are you okay? What did the doctor say?\" she asked.\n\n\"He's never seen anything like it, there's no record of a mutation like this in any of his medical journals. He said the biopsy results came back and it's not cancer, and it's not spreading so I'm probably not dying.\"\n\nAnne teared up then stood up to hug him. \"Oh my god baby, I was so worried. I'm so glad you're going to be okay.\"\n\n\"That's the thing, Anne. I think I'm better than okay. Can I show you?\" he asked. He backed away from her until he was standing next to the kitchen island. He looked down and focused on the top of his blue jeans.\n\nAnne fell back into her chair when she saw the thin fleshy tendril peek out from his waistband. It was definitely his penis, although much thinner and much, much, more agile. The head split wide at its lips, like a fleshy purple claw. James grunted as it grabbed the denim that held the button fly and popped it open. Anne's jaw dropped as she watched it snake out further and pull his zipper down. His jeans fell to his ankles with an unceremonious thud, before his cock snake peeled off his boxers.\n\n\"Oh my god, it's...you...you're so...flexible?\"\n\n\"I'm getting better at moving it every day, it's getting easier to do what I want. Watch this.\" He grabbed a banana from the fruit basket and placed it near the edge of the counter. Anne watched in awe as his cock lengthened and thinned. The head slid onto the marble counter top then jerked up.\n\n\"Ooh, that's cold!\" he exclaimed. His dick off lifted off the counter top and hovered over the banana. His head grasped the stem and lifted it off the table, then his shaft wrapped around the bottom half, like ivy on a pole. The head peeled the banana halfway down, and James walked it over to Anne's shocked face. \"Hungry?\" he asked with a smile.\n\nShe wrapped a hand over the coiled flesh, feeling its warmth emanating from the smooth skin. It was firm but tender, bending in spots where her fingertips pressed. She leaned in and took a bite of the banana, then caught the fruit as his cock loosened his grip. It began to shrink back to James' body, becoming fuller and thicker, like a regular erect penis. \n\nAnne reached out and cupped his balls while grabbing the base of his cock with her thumb and index finger. James let out a groan as she gently tugged him, making him stand between her legs. His cock stretched out again and rose to her eye level, like a cobra. His head segments began mincing over each other, pulling pre-cum to the surface. Anne licked her lips before kissing his shiny cock lips. They grew larger and fuller, pressing back into her lips as she loosened her grip on his balls and started stroking his shaft. \n\nJames let out a louder moan as Anne darted her tongue into his cock hole. It stung with heat that shocked his groin. \n\n\"Do you like that? Do you like it when my tongue fucks your cock?\" she asked haughtily as she switched between darting into his hole and licking his head. James grabbed a chair back to steady himself as she played with his trunk. \n\nHe freed his cock from her grip and surprised her by wrapping itself around her neck. He felt his cock squeeze the sides of her neck, feeling her blood pulse to hear brain. She let out a gasp and James drove his cock into her mouth. He slowly rocked her head by her neck, letting his thin head explore her mouth. Anne's eyes rolled back as she felt more light-headed, then gripped his ass and pulled him closer. \n\nJames felt his body tighten as he fucked her face with more vigorous force. His tip had thinned to the point that it avoided her gag reflex, sliding up and down her mucus-lined throat. \n\n\"I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna cum,\" he grunted before he climaxed. His cock rippled from his base, through the coiled length around her neck and exploded in her mouth. Anne held on to his bucking ass as his whole body shuddered and thrust at her. His grip loosened and his cock retreated back to his body, leaving Anne gasping and leaning into his groin. James kneeled between her legs and hugged her deeply, feeling the rise and fall of her breasts on his cheek. \n\nShe put her arms around his shoulder and kissed his forehead. \"Baby that was incredible. Was that all you, or does it have a mind of its own?\" \n\n\"I think a little of both. When you started to play with my urethra, I just about lost my mind. I've never felt that before. All that lust was just waiting to come out.\"\n\nAnne wiped cum off her mouth on his shirt. \"Well, I can't wait to see what else you can do with it.\" She lifted his face to kiss him before leading James to the bedroom.\n***\nComments and criticism are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It’s almost Christmas, why not a short rhyming story in the vein of something like The Night Before Christmas or even How The Grinch Stole Christmas
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"content": "Twas the night before Christmas\nAnd all through the house \nNot a creature was stirring \nNot even a mouse\n\nMy darling lay sleeping\nBoth naked and sore\nFucked senseless and weak\nLike a good little whore\n\nHer stockings were torn\nHer hair was a mess \nHer cunt was well used\nShe'd settle for no less\n\nHer presents were laid out\nNeatly under the tree\nThough most were quite sexy\nAnd less for her than for me\n\nHer toys we're all cleaned\nAnd put away neat\nAs she knows she must do\nOr her bottom I'll beat \n\nAnd lastly tonight \nBefore falling in bed\nMy little slut \nHad given me head\n\nNow leave me be\nAnd let me find rest\nFor there's no better pillow\nThan an F cup breast. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Nobody can say no to you.
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"content": "Foreword: Our main character is not aware of the prompt. also it is in third person. this story has public sex but nothing too big yet.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"You know this place is bullshit, right man?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"What are you talking about Michael?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Are you telling me that you are going to skip out on the possibility of a sex lounge because it is a rumor\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"whatever, the reputation brings in interesting people.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Look man you are going to be left out in the bar with all the other doubters while we are in the back getting some pussy\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"More like out back in the ally. getting push about like the piece of trash you are\" Michael responded\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJoking they continued into the bar. It had certainly seem it's fair share of traffic. A strong smell of booze, sweat and hormones meet them at the door. Stepping inside Michael looked about and saw the usual mix of people, chatting in little groups, dancing on the floor or the people that obviously just came with a friend and are now standing pretty much along the walls. The bar was old and riddled with dings.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt was no surprise to him that the bar tender was wearing a bikini over a pair of small white tits. But her voice was playful but serious, looking and flirting but not a chance. She kept it simple as he order a Fat Tire. He wanted to at least start with a good beer if it was going to be overpriced.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMichael tried his best to mingle, But never really was comfortable in a place like this. James introduced a friend of his, Sarah. Just like that Michael was out a Wing-man. Sarah had been kind enough to point out who she was here with before falling over James. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Hey, I am Michael. I am a friend of Sarah's.\" Michael Approached the two girls. A blond and a redhead. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Gina\" the redhead responded welcoming him.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Samantha, You came in with that guy that Sarah is falling over right?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Yeah, James. Cool guy. if a bit egotistic. Do you mind if I join you?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBefore Samantha could respond Gina quipped back \"Yes, Can't you see we were talking before you interrupted.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I. uh... Okay. I will just... Go get another beer\" Michael had been put off by the quick sharp response. Not comfortable here. planning on trying to find another one of the guys he headed back to the bar.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Another one?\" the same smirky bartender asked.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"No just a Bud.\" Michael responded. \"Say what do you make of the rumors about a back room?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Oh, they are fun. Bring in a lot of people to be honest\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Well, Is there any truth to them?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe bartender smiles and shakes her head \"Yes, but it is fairly exclusive, and not open to just anyone.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMichael surprised to hear a straight response fumbles \"Oh? uh. What type of factors?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I.. Uh. Sorry. Yeah. Factors like.. Attractiveness, relationship status, if you know anyone that has been in\" The bartender seemed to have been distracted by something as she had started to talk but recovered.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Hmm. Sounds fairly normal. What about me? Can you take me back?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Yeah, you probably make the cut\" She tells a coworker she will be back and leads a rather surprised Michael into the door next to the bar. 'employees only'. Until she stops at a set of stairs. \"head on down but be ready\" With a smirk she turns and leaves. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Make up sex is incredibly hard to have when one of the partners also suffers from narcolepsy.
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"content": "They had never left an argument or issue unsettled. It’s one thing that made their relationship so strong. It didn’t hurt that the make up sex was usually pretty hot...when he could stay awake that is. But even then his wife just got use to being on the bottom and being on edge until morning. She didn’t mind, she loved him.\n\nBut this time she slipped up. As his lips pressed softly on hers and she loo]cked her hand around his, she felt his cock slid into her wet pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned as he started to fuck her...but he suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes and sure enough his narcolepsy had struck again. \n\nShe tried to stifle her laughter at her husband face down in her clevage snoring away. She couldn’t help herself and started to laugh. It woke him up and when he saw the situation he had found himself in, he began to laugh as well as he rolled off of her and the couple cuddled"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had bet unadulterated access to her boyfriend's cock on a "sure thing"... and lost. Now the person she made the bet with has come to collect.
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"content": "The woman with the bubble ass wanted one thing. “The dick you owe me,” she called from a palatial courtyard, suspended above the ground hundreds of feet.\n\nMy boyfriend and I were naked on a grav platform, feasting on each other without noticing the eyes that were looking in. Which was the woman with tiny hips, monstrous breasts, and her famous bubble ass. When I lost the bet all those years ago, when my husband and I were still dating, I admit even I enjoyed watching her walk away. Perfectly symmetrical. Stuff with fat in all the right areas. I thought this woman was going to collect her reward when we were only dating. I didn’t think we’d be married.\n\nHer blonde hair resonated in the sun. She walked up and stood in front of our nakedness.\n\n“What is the meaning of this?” My husband roared, and for a moment I thought he would resist her. \n\n“Coming for my reward. I won rights to your manhood years ago, and right now I want my ass to suck on your cock.”\n\nMy nemesis didn’t hesitate dropping her pants and turning, letting her ass cheeks stare me down in every way I knew they would, all those years ago. My husband almost immediately submerged his face in the woman’s ass. \n\nAnd I watched. Hundreds of feet above the ground, as the crowds cheered from below, the husband had anal sex in front of me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “...you vs a hundred duck-sized whores, or one horse-sized cock?”
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"content": "“Okay, okay, so, you versus a hundred duck-sized whores, or one horse-sized cock?”\n\n\nShe snorted, almost choking on her drink. “What- What kind of question is that?”\n\n\n“A stupid one, like I said.” He grinned. “Now go.”\n\n\n“Well… can I get clarifications first?”\n\n\n“Sure,” he said, leaning back against the couch.\n\n\n“By cock, you mean a dick, right?”\n\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\n“And these whores- prostitutes?” He nodded. “Male or female?”\n\n\n“Uh… could be either, but let’s say female.”\n\n\n“Okay, sexist,” she teased. “And- are they just duck-sized, or duck-shaped, too?”\n\n\nHe gave her a strange look. “Now what kind of question is *that*?”\n\n\nShe waved a hand dismissively. “I’m- I’m pretty drunk, okay? And I don’t want to be pecked to death by a swarm of duck hookers.”\n\n\nHe laughed, shaking his head. “They’re just duck-sized.”\n\n\n“So what, like a foot tall?”\n\n\n“Yeah, about that. A little smaller, probably.”\n\n\n“Hmm…” She bit her lip for a moment. “What kind of shoes are they wearing?”\n\n\n“What?”\n\n\n“Shoes. Like, if they’re wearing stilettos, sign me the fuck up for the dick.”\n\n\nHe snorted. “I wish I was recording this. That would be amazing out of context.”\n\n\nShe waved a finger at him. “Don’t you *dare*.”\n\n\nHe held up his hands placatingly, smiling. “I won’t, I won’t. I say some dumb shit when I’m drunk. I don’t want to start a war.”\n\n\n“Good.” She took a sip from her glass. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, shoes. What kind?”\n\n\n“I don’t know, normal ones? You think I know what kind of shoes women wear?”\n\n\n“Mmm. Okay. And this dick, can it move around at all? Is it just sitting there not attached to anything?”\n\n\n“You know, you’re going way more in depth on this question than I thought you would.”\n\n\n“You said I could ask for clarification.”\n\n\n“Well, yeah, but I didn’t expect you to treat it like an SAT.” He shook his head. “Whatever. I guess it’s not attached to anything and it can’t move.”\n\n\n“That’s easy, then! I just run away.”\n\n\n“I was kind of thinking you’d have to defeat it. Like, by getting it off.”\n\n\n“Oh, *now* you tell me. Jeez. Do I have to do the same to the prostitutes?”\n\n\n“Uh…” He paused, scratching his head. “I guess you can either fight them off or get them off, how about that?”\n\n\n“Sure. Oh, Christ, do you know how hard that’d be? A hundred women? My fingers would fall off.”\n\n\n“You could probably only fit one finger in each of them, though,” he mused. “If you wanted to, that’s ten at a time.”\n\n\n“Oh, ew!” She giggled, her head bobbing forward. “Like- Like olives!”\n\n\nHe laughed, shoving her shoulder. “God, that’s so gross! Why’d you have to put it like that?”\n\n\n“You said it first!” She wiped at her face, a few stray chuckles slipping out as she calmed down. “Hmm… A horse-sized dick. I don’t think I could put my arms around a horse. It’d be pretty hard to jerk it off. I guess I could grind on it…? Is it laying down or standing upright?”\n\n\n“Uh… either.”\n\n\n“Huh.” She chewed on her lip. “I don’t think I could make a hundred tiny women orgasm before I passed out. I probably couldn't kill them, either. I guess I have to go for the dick.”\n\n\n“Is that your final answer?”\n\n\n“Yup.”\n\n\n“Alright.”\n\n\nThere was a brief silence, then she asked, “Is that it? Was there a joke you were building up to?”\n\n\nHe laughed. “If there was, I forgot it.” \n\n\n“Oh. Well… same back to you, then. How would you tackle it?”\n\n\n------\n\n\nAll comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] A prince who is reluctant to find a wife is forced to have an orgy with his sisters to produce an heir.
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"content": "This was a submission to [another prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/93aau8/wp_after_constantly_failing_to_find_a_wife_a/e3cfpg0/), thought I'd copy it here in case it tickles your fancy because it fits this prompt even better.\n\n---\n\nWith a final thrust, the prince released his lust into the moaning maidservant. He watched her gorgeous face as she was overtaken by another orgasm. Lauren had the most beautiful mouth he had ever seen on any girl, and he loved her expression when she was overwhelmed by pleasure. Her seductive bedroom eyes added to her foxiness. To most people at court Lauren was just a frivolous and often clumsy maid, but she was his favourite mistress - well, together with Heather, the girl lying next to her, already exhausted from their wild threesome. Heather had the most adorable smile, a cute jellybean-like nose, and the most glorious bubble butt he had ever laid his eyes on. The girl just loved getting spanked and being fucked in the ass, and he was happy to help with that.\n\nKissing both the girls on the head, he got up and started to get dressed. He faintly remembered there being a meeting that he needed to attend to. Or did he already miss it? Not that he cared - having fun with these two cuties was a much better use for his time than politics and all that stuff, but he had to at least show up from time to time. He was his father's only son (with four sisters), so he didn't have to be too afraid for his inheritance, but there was still the theoretical possibility that his mother would have another child at 37 years.\n\nSpeaking of his mother - she was exactly who was waiting for him outside of the room. He sighed. \"Mother.\"\n\nShe gave him a look somewhere between amusement and reprimand. \"Having fun with the maidservants again?\"\n\n\"I forgot about the meeting, I apol-\"\n\n\"Forget the meeting. Walk with me.\"\n\nThe prince raised his eyebrows, but did as she asked. Queen Consort Katerina was a fine, elegant woman who could still easily turn heads, especially since she had a preference for plunging necks and dresses that tightly hugged her buttocks.\n\n\"I think you have slept with every single maidservant in the castle by now. I hope you're not planning to raise your own army of bastard sons and overthrow your father?\"\n\nThe prince laughed. \"I'll need more maids for that.\"\n\n\"Most importantly, you need an heir. You have no brothers.\"\n\nThe prince sighed. This again. \"Mother, I know I'll have to marry. I just-\"\n\nShe interrupted him again. \"I know your excuses. That's why I consulted the Merovic Law a bit more closely.\"\n\nThe prince raised his eyebrows. He had expected the usual discussion about marriage. \"You did?\"\n\n\"Yes, I did. And I found something very curious. The common belief that bastardy excludes a boy from inheritance is not correct.\"\n\n\"What?!\"\n\nHis mother nodded. \"The inheritance law doesn't mention wedlock, it simply demands the heir to be a direct blood descendant of the same dynasty.\"\n\nThe prince quickly lost his excitement again. \"Well, yeah, that's just semantics. Bastards can never take their father's dynasty.\"\n\nHis mother smiled. \"That's right. Bastards will always be part of their mother's family. Which, of course, means that if one of your sisters had a child out of wedlock, he would be of our dynasty...\"\n\n\"...but not eligible to inherit, as inheritance is purely agnatic and cannot skip a woman in line. So in the end the result is the same as if it was tied to wedlock.\"\n\nThey had arrived at the prince's bedroom. His mother stopped and turned towards him. \"Almost. Bastards of daughters have the right dynasty, but the full patrilineal descendance is interrupted, bastards of sons have that patrilineal descendance, but will not have their father's dynasty - so neither can inherit.\"\n\nShe opened the door. It took him a few seconds to realize what he saw. His large bed, usually reserved for him and whatever lucky peasant girl he had invited for the night, was now occupied by his four sisters. Elizabeth, his twin sister, a very genteel and well-dressed girl, pale with black hair and piercing blue eyes - only she was wearing a quasi-transparent blue silk dress over elaborate lace lingerie. Triss, one year his minor, the bookworm of the family, with red hair and green eyes, now complemented by satin lingerie in those very same colors. Neo, two years younger than him, her hair brown on the right side and pink on the left side, her eye colors exactly the other way round. She was wearing pink lace panties with garters and stockings. And finally the youngest, Marie Rose, only just of age, blonde with black bands in her hair, her petite body clad in a skimpy black leather corset. As they noticed their brother, they all giggled in excitement and turned towards him.\n\n\"The one special case of course\", his mother said, \"being bastards of a son *and* a daughter at the same time. That's the only way a bastard can legitimately inherit.\"\n\nShe gave him a pat on the shoulder. \"I expect your sisters do be all knocked up by the end of the month. Have fun!\"\n\nAnd with that, she left them alone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Watersports] A slime girl with shapeshifiting abilities including being able to change the size of her bladder and a pee kink has some kinky fun
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"content": "Contains dub-con slime \n***\nBrad instantly regretted booking the tree house the moment he set foot on the rope ladder. The AirBnB listing looked cozy: a small cabin with a wraparound deck, nestled high in a pine forest. Brad was kicking himself for missing the part of the listing that said \"rustic bath facilities.\" He should have known it meant an outhouse, on the ground. He did not look forward to trundling up and down the ladder several times just to go about his business.\n\nHe threw his duffel bag over his shoulder and climbed up to the tree house entrance. The low sun behind him cast long shadows over the door as he hoisted himself to the deck. The door was ajar and he heard rustling noises inside.\n\n\"Hello?\" he called into it. \"Is anyone here?\"\n\nA sturdy young woman in a green tracksuit popped out from behind the door. \"Oh hi, you must be Brad.\" Her gold bracelet with Celtic knot designs clinked as she extended her gloved hand. \"I'm Dana. I was just getting your room ready. Did you find the house okay?\"\n\n\"Yeah, your directions were great. This place is sure off the beaten path.\"\n\n\"This is just part of the land my parents own and didn't know what to do with, and it's really only been open to civilization for a couple years. The solar cells and batteries will get you through the day and night, so long as you're not running a Bitcoin rig. Like the listing says, we keep this tree house fairly rustic.\" She handed him the house key. \"Anything I can get for you for now?\"\n\n\"Um, yeah, the listing said close to hot springs?\" he asked. \"How do I get there?\"\n\n\"Oh you'll definitely want to check them out, they make climbing up and down the ladder worth it,\" she said excitedly. \"If you walk behind the tree house, there's a trail head and signs, but you'll see the stream first. Just follow the stream uphill for about 30 minutes and you'll see the pots. Enjoy yourself.\"\n\nShe started to climb down the ladder when she paused. \"I forgot to tell you. The springs are adjacent to a public trail, and people like to make use of them, and um, the trail is 'clothing optional,' so just be aware of that. We keep things pretty casual around here.\"\n\n\"Thanks for the warning, Dana,\" he said coolly. Brad had hiked enough hot spring territory in Idaho to know that, despite fantasies of lithe women traipsing in the woods, the only nudists tended to be paunchy white dudes in wool socks and hiking boots.\n\nThe sunset was beautiful from the deck, bathing Brad in warm orange light. He finished the last of his cup of coffee and decided to check out the hot springs. Brad grabbed large and small towels from the shelf of linens, his head light and canteen, and placed them into a rucksack. He found a well pump close by the outhouse, already illuminated by a solar powered wall sconce. After filling his canteen with cold water, he began the hike. \n\nThe trail was easy to navigate, gently rising next to a large stream that bubbled and swirled in dark eddies. He drank when he was thirsty, but didn't feel like he had to exert himself. He turned on his head lamp when the moonless night was too dark to stay on the trail, covered in soft pine needles. \n\nHe smelled the hot springs before he could see them. The air had turned warm and laden with minerals as he approached the first pot, a large stone well filled with pale green water and steam that wafted down the banks. It was exactly what Brad was looking for when he booked the weekend. \n\nHe stripped out of his clothes and folded them neatly on a stone slab then dipped a toe into the hot water. It wasn't scalding, but the sudden change from cold air to hot spring was jarring. Brad sat on the edge and dangled his feet and calves into the water. He was surprised to find a ledge under the waterline, one that would probably make a great seat. He cupped some hot water and massaged it into his groin so that his most sensitive parts wouldn't be shocked, then dropped in, up to his neck. \n\nThe waters felt amazing, running over his fit body. Brad's muscles relaxed as the currents massaged his legs and torso. A rogue current circled around his cock and he watched it grow a little stiffer, bobbing left and right. Grabbing his canteen, he finished the last bit of water and leaned back to stare at the stars.\n\nHe heard something enter the far end of the pot, closer to the stream. It was too dark to see anything, but the ripples of water lapped his neck as if something at dropped in close by. He reached for his light and shined a beam into the steamy air, only to see the rocky edge that separated the pot from the stream. Brad found where water ripples emanated and his eyes widened as the spot seemed to move closer to him. A translucent green head of a young woman emerged from the water, seemingly made of water. Her chartreuse complexion was punctuated by wholly yellow eyes, trained on him.\n\nBrad closed his eyes and shook his head. *I must be hallucinating,* he thought. \n\n\"Hey Brad, are you okay?\" a familiar voice asked.\n\n\"Oh, Dana it's you. It must have been the steam...I could have sworn I...hey, when did you get here?\"\n\nDana swam closer to him. \"Not to long ago. I go by a different path from my house. It's shorter. Family secret,\" she said, giggling. Dana stood up, revealing her large breasts and dark nipples. Brad looked away but snuck a peak as she wrapped her long red hair into a bun and placed a stick to hold it in place.\n\n\"You can look now, Mr Prude,\" she said sarcastically. Dana was back in at her shoulders leaning against the rock. She tucked her hands behind her head as a pillow and gazed into the night sky.\n\nBrad didn't want to feel aroused but the waters were fighting him, running up and down his shaft, circling his balls. \"Dana, I was just trying to give you a little privacy.\" \n\n*Did the water just squeeze my nuts*, he thought. Brad was relieved that the opaque waters and the darkness masked his full erection. \n\n\"Oh, okay. You should know that I'm just trying to provide a little hospitality,\" she said as she moved closer till she was inches from him, \"a little *companionship*.\" She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the mouth, then harder when he returned it.\n\nBrad felt her body straddle his as she held him against the rock and they embraced. His cock was trapped between her mound and his belly but felt hotter than the waters around it. Dana kissed his neck and shoulders raking her fingertips over his bare chest. He moaned as she pinched his nipples, rolling them between her fingers. He tried to move but she held him tight. \n\nDana lifted herself out of the water and placed one of her breasts into his hungry mouth. He inhaled the steam coming off her as he licked and sucked it, feeling the nipple harden as his tongue swiped over it. Dana moaned and held his head closer, pressing him into her chest. Brad felt her legs shift in the water, spreading over his aching cock, teasing her flesh, rubbing against her lips. \n\n\"I need you in me, Brad,\" she moaned. \"I need you to fuck me till I squirt.\"\n\nBrad, head stuck between her breasts, nodded with half open eyes and pulled her hips down, onto his manhood. He felt the waters tighten around his cock as she rode him slowly. The feeling of resting his face between her warm tits, while his cock was being stroked, was beyond anything he'd ever felt.\n\n\"Fill me up Brad,\" Dana said, pressing his face harder into her chest. Brad suddenly noticed that it was hard to breath. His nose and mouth were sealed by her skin but still flooded with hot mineral water. He thrashed a bit, trying to push her away but his hands only seemed to splash the water around her. \n\nAs he choked, the burning in his throat and lungs consumed all his rational thoughts. His lizard brain took over and the fear of death caused him to lose control of his bladder. He felt his piss shoot in jets as he flailed in the water.\n\n\"Yes, yes, baby! Give it all to me!\" Dana exclaimed. Her belly distended as Brad pumped more into her. She jiggled and convulsed on his still throbbing cock, moaning in ecstasy as she climaxed. Brad felt a warm current of water rush over his cock, pooling around his bucking hips. She screamed and arched her back and fell into the water, pulling out all the water out of his nose, mouth, and lungs with her.\n\nBrad gasped deeply as his chest burned, taking in heaps of steamy air in rapid succession. He opened his eyes and saw that he was alone in the pot, no sign Dana. He grabbed his light again and looked into the pool but saw nothing, until something shined under the surface next to him. He reached down and pulled out a gold bracelet with a Celtic knot design. As he turned it over in his hand, he thought he heard the stream giggle at him.\n\n*** \nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Detective takes on a case where a Succubus pleads innocence to killing a man during sex. This was going to be complicated...
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"content": "Marceline was eating a gyro in Greek town when she saw a black Town Car pull over by the her table. She loosened the grip on her shield relic when the window rolled down and a familiar face beckoned her over.\n\n\"Hey Saul,\" she said, leaning over the window. \"Steal any money from orphans lately?\"\n\n\"Ha, ha, Marceline. Listen, I know I got you in the middle of eating whatever the fuck they're calling meat in that gyro, but my client would like to invite you to lunch.\"\n\n\"Archon's buying?\" she replied. \"Fine, but you're paying for this one.\"\n\nSaul tapped the bullet proof divider inside the car and the driver stepped out, heading for the restaurant.\n\n\"And tell them I want a doggy bag!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThey arrived at a gastropub in Williamsburg, called \"Nancy O'Drewsky.\" Marceline stepped in holding her leftovers and found Saul's only legal client dining in a large corner booth.\n\n\"Hello, Mr. Archon,\" she greeted him. It has been a while since we last met.\n\n\"Yes, it's been some time since that last *unpleasantness*, but I'm sure you also appreciate the calm since we um, cleaned up the neighborhood.\"\n\n\"Well, I'm sure the riffraff you 'cleansed' might not say so, if they can say anything at all anymore, ever,\" she replied with air quotes.\n\n\"Yes, well please join me for lunch. The branzini is very good today.\"\n\nMarceline sat in the booth and kept her hands on the table where everyone could see them. This was not the type of crowd who appreciated sudden movement.\n\n\"I have need for your particular services, Ms. Waters. One of my associates is currently in jail for a crime she didn't commit.\"\n\n\"What did they pin her with?\"\n\n\"First-degree manslaughter,\" Saul interjected.\n\n\"Don't you demons get a free pass on that stuff? I thought there were allowances made after the Accords.\"\n\nSilas Archon put down his fork. \"This is a little more delicate. You see, the police don't know that she's not...*from here*. She's being held as a mortal and while I can't get into the specifics as to why, suffice it to say, she needs to continue to look that way. Her value to my organization hinges upon that.\"\n\n\"So if she reveals herself as a demon...\"\n\n\"Things get a more complicated, Ms Waters,\" Archon replied. \"And I am a simple demon overlord. I like to simplify things, and I have no problem reducing the police station, the courthouse, and twelve innocent jurors into smoldering piles of brick and bones if I have to. I'd rather not.\"\n\n\"So what do you need me to do?\"\n\n\"Prove her innocence. Bring Saul the evidence he'll need to have this case tossed out of court. He can provide you any details you need, plus an appropriate retainer for your expenses. Will you help?\"\n\nMarceline felt like she was in a damned-if-you-do situation and nodded. It's never a good idea to turn down the regional head of the demons. Saul escorted her out of the pub.\n\n\"Fuck, I left my gyro,\" Marceline whined as the Town Car drove her away.\n\n\"Don't worry about it,\" Saul said. \"I'll get you some street meat after you visit Sharona at Rikers.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMarceline read the case file while they waited in a conference room for Sharona to be escorted in. Her optics didn't detect magic, which made her a little more comfortable, despite the inhospitable furnishings. The door unlocked and a woman in an orange jumpsuit sat in the chair across the table. Her dark hair shimmered under the harsh lighting, bangs creating shadows over her green eyes.\n\n\"Hey Saul, who's the witch?\" she asked plainly.\n\n\"Marceline Waters, at your service. I was asked by your employer to help prove your innocence. While I might know my way around an incantation or three, I'm also a heck of a detective.\"\n\nSharona stared back at Marceline coldly. \"Well, you've got your work cut out for you. They got be dead to rights. It's hard to shake a murder charge when you're in the room with a steaming corpse.\"\n\n\"Why don't you walk me through the whole story. Not the bullshit you told the cops,\" she said, folding the case file. \"Let's start with why you were in Dean Herpst's bedroom.\"\n\nSharona stared at Saul until he spoke. \"It's okay, Sharona, let her know.\"\n\n\"Herpst looked like your everyday mustache-waxing douche bag bartender, but that was just a front for his real job, dealing Blue Ire to non-mortals. Nasty stuff. It's made of synthetic souls, cut with an agent that amplifies the gratification you get from Taking. Demons get so amped on this shit they will literally tear off their own tails. Then when it wears off, you have a void inside you so big you just want to implode.\"\n\n\"So how does a mortal get into demonic drug dealing?\"\n\n\"Fuck if I know. But we're all better off if the stuff got off the streets, okay? But Herpst was smart. His bar is warded six ways till Sunday and if you're a demon or have even a whiff of magic on you, he'd know. So Silas came up with this,\" Sharona said, gesturing to her figure.\n\n\"Is it a glamour?\"\n\n\"Better. It's a real mortal he got overseas. Totally anonymous. It's amazing what you can get during a genocide. Silas cleaned her out and had a surgeon implant a jewel in her heart, no bigger than ladybug. Yours truly is safely hidden inside but controls her every move and thought.\"\n\n\"So, you're like the original Terminator...a killing machine hidden in a bag of flesh. Got it.\"\n\n\"I'd been hanging out at his bar for a couple weeks, seeing if he'd notice me. Last week, he strikes up a little more conversation and next thing you know, we're headed to the back room on his break. He had me bent over a stack of beer crates and was fingering my pussy and asshole, saying how much of a slut I was, so I played along.\n\n\"I moaned and told him he was fucking amazing, that no one ever filled my holes like that before, and he keeps going on about how he's going to fuck me till I see stars, how my wet pussy was just *asking* for his hard cock. Meanwhile he's shoving his fingers in me like a goddamn Sawz-all and unbuttoning his fly.\n\n\"I'll give him credit, his cock was nice, for mortals...his uncut dick was thick and throbbing when he whipped it out. He slapped my ass with it before shoving it into my pussy. I gave him a good show and moaned louder for him. He grabbed my hair and pulled me backwards thinking he got more leverage and I tell you, I deserve a goddamn Oscar for that performance.\n\n\"We started banging each other regularly after that. Mostly at the bar but sometimes at his apartment. You wouldn't be able to tell he was a drug dealer except for the frequent chunks of time when he was unavailable.\"\n\n\"Did you tail him?\" Marceline asked.\n\n\"I was going to initially but he saw me a block away from the bar, in the dark. He thought I just wanted to fuck, which was half right. I blew him in the alley then he called me a cum slut and told me to beat it.\"\n\n\"Did you do it? Did you kill Herpst?\"\n\nSharona stared uncomfortably long into Marceline's eyes before answering. \"Fuck. No. He was an ass but I didn't do it.\n\n\"I got a text from Dean that night, to come over to his apartment. When I got there, his door was open, so I walked in. I found him naked, tied to the bed posts with slashes in his belly, face and cock. Whoever killed him made sure that he looked nice and sloppy. When *I* feed, I don't even leave a fucking bruise. Then the cops showed up, real fast. I put my hands up but these jokers slipped on some blood and pushed me onto the bed. So now my DNA is all over the crime scene, and here I am, a guest of the State of New York Corrections Department.\"\n\nSaul raised his hand to cut the conversation. \"Look, we only have a few days before the arraignment, and Silas would like to wrap this up before then okay? Is there anything else you can share with us?\"\n\n\"I was his side piece, I know that... who know's how many people he was boning. The DA told me his girlfriend has an alibi, working at the bar the whole night.\"\n\n\"Yes, um, Lauren Grady,\" Marceline said, finding the name in the file. \"She said she didn't know he was dead until the Facebook condolence messages started streaming in. What a way to find out that the love of your life was two-timing on you and also was gutted like fish.\"\n\n\"Don't cry too hard for her,\" Saul replied. \"We think she was in on the Blue Ire operation.\"\n\n\"Is she as paranoid about the business as he was?\"\n\n\"Hard to say,\" Sharona said. \"She always seemed flighty at the bar, eager to agree with everyone who shot off their mouths after having a few too many. I saw her go to the back to change the kegs enough times to know she was doing more than swapping beers.\"\n\n\"We'll keep you posted,\" Marceline said as she rose.\n\nSharona dropped the attitude for a moment and looked at Marceline. \"I know Silas is looking to clean this up, and I know what that means, okay? Please, do you best to keep him out of it?\"\n\nMarceline's optics picked up the tiniest glimmer of the demon's essence, flickering behind those green eyes. \"I'll try.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSaul dropped Marceline off back at her office at the tax prep store. \"You call if you have anything, if you need anything, okay? Here's my card.\"\n\nMarceline dropped her bag onto the client chair next to her desk then looked in her pockets until she found a collection of charm relics on a bracelet. She found a small black opal inscribed with thin gold lines. She intoned a spell then inserted it into her ear.\n\n*Those fuckers never tell you enough*, she thought as she listened to the audio, recorded at the demon's bar by the relic she hid in her leftover gyro. If she was going to go toe to toe with a demonic drug cartel, she needed to know everything.\n***\nTo be continued. Comments and feedback are welcome. \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Pillow Talk, and then Round Two
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"content": "Leah laid her head on her husband, Kyles, chest and rubbed it softly.\n\n“You are amazing Kyle.”\n\nShe closed her eyes and smiled as his chest heaved. He smiled and rubbed her shoulder. Even with her brown hair a sweaty matted mess, he thought she was the sexiest woman on the planet. \n\n“Only the best for you Leah. Only the best for you. “\n\nHe leans and softly kisses the top of her head. They were spent after an amazing fucking. She could feel his cock twitch a little against her thigh. She was already soaked but that certainly didn’t help. She smiled a little. \n\n“You’re still a little horny Kyle.”\n\n“A little, maybe...but what can I do when have such a beautiful woman in my life. “\n\n“Don’t be a sap.”\n\nShe slowly climbed on top of him and they both smiled. He brushed her hair out of her face and she leaned into a kiss. She felt his cock harden again against her thigh. As their tongue intertwined, she reached down and worked him back into her soaked pussy. They both moaned loud and jumped a little as their sensitive genitals came together again. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Lesbian Escort Misses Her Lover...
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"content": "*The two cuddled close on a cold December night. The house was warm but under the blankets was even warmer. The new couple kissed intermittently as their hands became accustom to each other’s bodies, tracing every curve slowly and steadily.*\n\n*They were friends for so long but the feelings grew stronger and stronger between the two. Now with everything confessed, Cassandra’s fingers gently ran up Tessa’s long longs, as Tessa gently played with her dreadlocks…*\n\nTessa bit her lip trying to hold back her moans. She had to leave for two weeks just as her and Cassandra began their relationship as lovers instead of just friends. She was an escort and a rich client needed some arm candy to impress his business partners. \n\nShe wasn’t allowed contact with Cassandra for the whole two weeks but she was constantly on Tessa’s mind. So with her client in the shower Tessa took the time to recount one of the brief moments they had together before she left as her fingers worked in and out of her pussy. \n\nShe arched off the bed as her pussy tightened around her fingers. She kept her mouth closed, her moans coming out as small pleasured squeaks as she came hard, coating her finger in her juices. \n\n“Done?”\n\nHer client called from the bathroom. She could hide her moans but she couldn’t stop the old bed from squeaking. \n\n“I’m sorry.”\n\n“It’s fine. I’m lonely not obsessive. The two weeks are almost up anyway and you’ve been really convincing this whole time. “\n\n“Thank you. “\n\nShe choked back as she laid in bed and closed her eyes, hoping to dream of Cassandra again. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She’s an Olympic skier and the only way she can get off is if she’s skiing at the same time!
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"content": "\"Oh yeah, baby! Ride it just like that!\" The bed was squeaking wildly as Marc flailed himself around on the bed. Hailey rode him diligently, moaning on cue and letting out the expected 'Yeah Baby's' at the expected moments, but she was bored. Hailey's sex life had been stale for months, and she really expected something to change once she arrived in Seoul for the Olympics. Olympic Village was notorious for the sexual encounters, wild parties, and uncommitted hookups. Training for the games, world cups, and other various championships took plenty of time, but for some reason, she had always felt like her sex life was the opposite of her skiing career. \n\nAs the Canadian hockey star finished, she hopped off and continued to jerk his cock until he came on her face. Inside, her pussy was sore, but unsatisfied. She couldn't help but wonder if she would be able to get off after he left. She let out an audible sigh of relief as he panted.\n\n\"Wow, baby. That was incredible, but I have a game tomorrow. I should get to bed.\" He sat up, grabbed his previously abandoned white t-shirt and began to dress himself. He was attractive, to be sure, and she watched his every move as he gathered his things. \"Thank you,\" he offered with a coy grin as he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Hailey felt her cheeks glow red as she stayed in her bed under the sheets. Marc made his way out of the door, leaving Hailey smiling, but quite unsatisfied. She grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wiped off the white goo, before climbing out of bed. \n\nHer first race was two days from today, and she knew that if she had this sex thing on her mind, she wouldn't perform as well as she could. She had been training since she turned 10 to become an Olympic medalist, and she refused to let a sexual backlog ruin her dreams. Hailey crossed the small hotel room, grabbing underwear, long johns, and some warm clothes. The only place she could really clear her mind was the slopes, and she knew she had to get out and ski before she would be able to sleep tonight. \n\nAs she walked across Olympic village, music was pumping through speakers within the various domiciles around the square, Hailey did her best to keep to herself. With her sexual frustration, she didn't even want to speak to anyone until she was able to let out some steam on the slopes. With her red, white, and blue hat covering her blonde hair, her heavy down jacket covering her form, she was able to pass through to the Taxi pickup area unmolested. She waved down the first cab she saw, loaded her heavy duffle bag of equipment into the trunk, and requested the driver take her to the practice slopes. \n\nThe mountain was mostly abandoned upon arrival, it was well past midnight at this point. Only a few workers were piddling around at this point, mostly just hanging out in small clusters under propane heaters. Hailey put some cash into a locker and loaded in the non-essential items. She grabbed her trusty skis, walked over to the lift, where a bright eyed volunteer greeted her.\n\n\"Hi there. I need about an hour on the hill. Do you mind leaving the lift running for a bit?\" Hailey batted her big blue eyes, put on her best flirtatious tone, and smiled as sweetly as she could. The teen smiled back, nodded, and turned the key to allow the ski lift to start running once more. Hailey climbed on the first chair, then turned back and thanked the worker. The solitary ride gave Hailey plenty of time to think about the upcoming competition, along with her sexual frustrations. As the pitch of the chair leveled out, Hailey stepped onto the slope and worked her way over to the nearest black Diamond. The wind was whipping wildly, cutting into her thick winter clothing. She stood at the precipice of the descent as she heard a voice call out.\n\n\"Evening, little lady. What are you doing up here all alone?\" The thick Australian accent cut through the wind quite clearly. Hailey jumped as she heard the voice, before turning. The tall, heavily clothed, figure of a man approached on a snowboard, snow and ice stuck to him, indicating hours on the slopes already. She pulled down the scarf covering her mouth and smiled as he got closer.\n\n\"I could be asking you the same thing. You an Olympian?\" She called out against the wind. She saw him nod, before his own gloved hand pulled off his face covering.\n\n\"Kirk Newman. First Olympic snowboarder from Australia!\" He yelled back, a charming smile spread across his face. He offered a hand to shake as the wind continued to bluster against them.\n\n\"Hailey Greene. USA. What brings you up here so late?\" She asked, stepping closer to Kirk and away from the precipice. She saw his smile fade for half a second, before it flared back reinvigorated.\n\n\"Wanted to clear my mind. My first heat is tomorrow. Partying in Olympic village is fine, but it's nice to be on the mountain alone.\" He answered, before turning his head a bit curiously. \"What about yourself?\" \n\n\"Same here.. My heat isn't for a couple of days, but I just needed some time alone.\" He smiled at her, then nodded and pulled his face cover back. \n\n\"We could make this interesting. We could make this into a competition? First one down the hill gets to ask the other any question. Deal?\" He offered a hand. Hailey hesitated for a moment, but something bold was growing inside of her. She reached out and took his hand, shaking it, before giving him a little shove and switching her stance. She started down the hill quickly, bending her knees and crouching down to cause as little draft as possible. As she navigated the somewhat familiar hill, she kept her eyes locked on the end goal, until she hear the sound of cutting snow behind her. In a blink, she felt a smack land on her ass, then she saw Kirk fly past her, his face covering off and a glowing smile across his face. In that moment, Hailey felt more turned on than she had all night with Marc.\n\nShe raced behind Marc but couldn't seem to catch up. Every move she would make, he would cut just before her. Every shift she would do to try and gain ground, he somehow found a way to get further ahead. Almost mutually, they both slowed down as the hill leveled out to the flat base. They both moved towards the lift, the teen volunteer now gone. Kirk arrived first, pulled his face covering back off and smiled. \n\n\"Right this way, miss. Did I take away from your focus?\" He grinned as Hailey skidded forward to a stop. She stepped in front of the next available chair, Kirk sliding forward and sitting right next to her. Boldly, he threw his arms up in victory before dropping one behind her. \"Now, I get my prize, right?\" He said with his trademark grin still flashed. \n\n\"Yeah, yeah. Bring it on.\" She rolled her eyes behind her goggles as he began to pose contemplatively. \n\n\"Hmmm. So many questions I could ask. Let's see. What's the real reason you're on the mountain so late?\" He asked as if he had seen straight through her flimsy excuse at the apex of the slope."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [SF] HGTV: After Dark pilots a new show called 'Harlot Hunters,' where buyers with specific desires are presented with three enticing options to choose from. What items will they compromise on, and what will be deal-breakers?
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"content": "FADE IN: \nEXT. MONTAGE OF HOUSES \n\n\nNARRATOR \nWelcome to Harlot Hunters International! The show where we satisfy even the kinkiest of clients to find their PERFECT home! Let's meet our guests for today.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nDISSOLVE TO:\n\nVIDEO OF COUPLE\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNARRATOR \nHere are TONY and JESSICA! Two professionals looking for a high budget home... with a twist! \n\n\nTONY\n\nWe're looking specifically for a large storage unit to keep our toys, and ideally a good spot for our sex dungeon. \n\n\nJESSICA \nYea, the place we have now is pretty great, but I want more space around me when I'm fucking him in the ass. Girl's gotta have room, right?\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTony goes beet red. \n\n\nNARRATOR\n\nWell, OK! Let's get going? \n\n\nCUT TO:\n\nHOST & REALTOR WALKING THROUGH PARK\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSUZANNE\n\nWe've got our work cut out for us, don't we?\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER\n\nShe... did say she fucks her husband in the ass, right? I'm not dreaming? \n\n\nSUZANNE\n\nHot, right? \n\n\nHEATHER \n...\n\n&#x200B;\n\nVOICE \n(In the distance) \nYOU GO GIRL!\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER \nWell, let's take a look at House #1! This unit comes fully renovated with an open concept layout, a bright and sunny entry way, and a refreshing view of the city. It's priced a bit high for our liking, but hopefully it works... \n\n&#x200B;\n\nINT. HOUSE #1\n\nTony and Jessica enter through the front door.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER\n\nWhat do you think? \n\n\nJESSICA \nThis space looks pretty stunning. It's absolutely gorgeous. \n\n\nHEATHER\n\nGreat first impression so far...\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJESSICA\n\nCan we see the bedroom? \n\n\nHEATHER\n\nNo problem! \nCUT TO:\n\nINT. BEDROOM, HOUSE #1\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTONY\n\nWow, it's massive!\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJESSICA\n\nJust like something else... \n\n\nTONY\n\n\\*clears throat\\* \n\n\nJESSICA\n\nWe love it, but we don't think this storage unit is big enough... \n\n\nHEATHER \nIt's a fully automated, state-of-the art unit with enough room for two wardrobes...\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJESSICA\n\nIt could be a smidge bigger though... what else have you got?\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER\n\n\\*stares blankly\\*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nCUT TO: \nINT. HOUSE #2 ENTRY WAY\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER\n\nAfter about 37.5 hours of straight searching, i'm on my 12th coffee, so I'm a bit *fucking* jittery. Oh my god, i'm so sorry.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTONY & JESSICA (in unison)\n\nMeh\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER\n\nWe found this house that was formerly owned by a couple of porn stars... \\*looks back at Jessica\\*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJESSICA\n\nGo on...\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER\n\nThe Master suite has been extended and renovated twice on the upper level, incorporating the bathroom and it has a massive storage unit. Parts of the house are a bit of a project, I'll admit, but some parts are immaculate.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTONY\n\nI don't DO physical labour\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJESSICA\n\nYA you do\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTONY (under his breath) \nSHUT. UP.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nCUT TO: \n\nINT. HOUSE #3 ENTRY WAY\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER\n\nHere we are in House #3! Um.. Where's Jessica?\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTONY\n\n\\*stares knowingly back at Heather\\*\n\n&#x200B;\n\n(indistinct moaning)\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTONY\n\nWe'll talk after she's done.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nCUT TO:\n\nINT. COFFEE SHOP\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJESSICA (looking flush and fixing herself)\n\nSorry about that... The bedroom was pretty awesome.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER\n\nUh.. No worries. So, what did you think?\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTONY\n\nWe thought tha... (cut off)\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJESSICA (interrupting)\n\nWe thought #1 had a lot of potential, but we heard something off in the distance, so we're not taking it. House #2 had like 2 good \\*clears throat\\* rooms, but the rest looked like it hadn't been renovated since like.. last year. House #3 was pretty too.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER\n\nYou made so much noise, I didn't have time to say anything about it.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJESSICA\n\nI thought I was pretty quiet\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTONY\n\n\\*nods in agreement\\*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER\n\nWell, it's a bit over-priced but it has everything you want in it. I don't know what you could find wr (cut off) \n\n\nJESSICA\n\nEw, that color\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER\n\n\\*facedesk\\*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJESSICA\n\nWe'll take it.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHEATHER\n\nGREAT! I'm going to go sleep for a week after I put in this offer.\n\n \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Nerd Prompts
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"content": "Two wallflowers at a party end up standing next to each other. After a while of awkward silence, one of them admits to understanding the obscure reference on the other person's shirt and they end up geeking out about it together.\n\n\n-----\n\n\nAlternatively:\n\n\n\nTwo player-characters in a Dungeons & Dragons game fall in love, and the people playing them are one step behind everyone else in recognizing that they're just acting out their feelings toward each other.\n\n\n(I'm not sure if this is worded in a way that makes sense, let me know if you need clarification.)\n\n\n------\n\n\nAlso, [one of my recent prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/anmxzj/wp_two_people_meet_and_fall_in_love_while_playing/?st=jrzy6glp&sh=5cf28594) could work here."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In universe 88 it's become all the rage to get cybernetic implants and detachable artificial limbs. The latest development: A simple brain implant that allows the sensation of touch through such limbs, but its even more popular feature... The enhancement of physical sensations.
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"content": "Contains: people with detachable artificial limbs, previous serious injuries, some body dysmorphia.\n\n\n-------\n\n\nSighing, she unbuttoned her jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. The armored vest followed, and her gunbelt, keys, wallet, and badge were set on the table. She kicked off her shoes as she ambled down the hall, into the bathroom where she started filling the tub with steaming water. The rest of her clothes came off as she stripped with tired, conservative moments, revealing three limbs of her body as sleek, gleaming grey. Both legs to the hip and her right arm to the shoulder were metal, attached nearly seamlessly with her skin. What was still human - her torso and left arm - was lean and muscled, marked with numerous scars. Her hair was cut short and practical, almost the same shade of brown as her eyes.\n\n\nShe sat on the floor and gave her thigh a sharp twist, wincing a little as the limb separated from the permanent attachment point on her pelvis. She set it carefully on a towel, leaning against the wall and repeating the process with the other leg. Now with only her upper body, she gripped the bar on the edge of the tub and cautiously maneuvered herself over the water, lowering herself into the heat. The rubber mat kept her from sliding around, and she gritted her teeth before giving her arm a similar tug to remove it from her shoulder. She placed it over the side and leaned back in the water, letting out a heavy breath and closing her eyes as she finally relaxed.\n\n\n*Visitor at primary entrance.*\n\n\nShe groaned, rubbing her face as the light blue text display appeared in the darkness of her eye. Of fucking course.\n\n\n*Self-identified as Olivia Cain.*\n\n\nShe broke into a grin, her irritation immediately evaporating as the camera feed loaded in and confirmed the identity of her visitor. “HomeSec, let her in,” she murmured, only vocalizing enough for the microphone embedded in her neck to it pick up. The video showed her front door opening automatically and Olivia cautiously peering inside.\n\n\n“Hello? Del?” She heard it both faintly through the door and clearly through the audio relay to her aural implants.\n\n\n“HomeSec, cut security feed,” she muttered, killing the image in her eye display, then called out, “I’m here! In the bath!”\n\n\nThere was a pause before Olivia spoke again, sounding like she was right outside the bathroom. “Hey, babe.”\n\n\n“Hey, Olive.”\n\n\nOlivia laughed, and Del could imagine her shaking her head. “How many times do I have to tell you that won’t stick?”\n\n\n“At least one more time,” Del said, smiling.\n\n\n“It won’t stick,” Olivia said with mock severity, then her voice softened. “Do you want me to wait out here, or…?”\n\n\n“No, come in, it’s not locked. Just mind my feet.”\n\n\nThe bathroom door opened slightly and Olivia slipped inside, carefully stepping over the legs lying on the ground. She still had her work clothes on, a professional blouse and skirt that matched her tight bun of dark hair. She made her way over to the edge of the tub, brown eyes sparkling behind the glasses that made her look - very appropriately - like a librarian. Slipping out of her shoes, she knelt beside Del, accepting the one-armed hug her girlfriend offered.\n\n\n“How are you?” Olivia asked, giving her a kiss and keeping a hold around her torso.\n\n\n“Better for seeing you.” Her smile was undercut by the fatigue on her face.\n\n\n“Is it bad at work?”\n\n\n“You watch the news, don’t you?” Del said, then winced. “Sorry, that came out harsh. Yeah, it’s bad.”\n\n\n“It’s alright.” Olivia gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Do you want to talk about it?”\n\n\n“No. No offense, babe, I appreciate it. I just… want to relax.”\n\n\n“Alright,” Olivia said, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Want me to help you relax, then?”\n\n\n“Yes. Please.” She had meant to sound jokingly eager, but the plea was far too honest. Olivia just smiled, standing up and starting to strip out of her slightly-damp top. \n\n\n“I think I’ll join you, then.” \n\n\nDel watched as her pale, curvy, very human body was exposed, the joy of having a gorgeous, wonderful girlfriend fighting with the twinge of jealousy she always felt when looking on what she no longer was. Shaking away the negative thoughts, Del used her arm to shift forward, allowing Olivia to slip into the water behind her. The bathtub would have been too small for two, but one and a half bodies fit with relative ease. Olivia pulled her close as she stretched out, letting Del rest on her chest and partially above the surface. Del exhaled slowly, enjoying the feeling of soft, warm flesh pressed against her back and the embrace keeping her safely in place. After a few moments, she reached up to the spot behind her ear, finding the unnatural little lump.\n\n\n“I’m gonna turn off for a bit, babe,” she murmured.\n\n\n“Okay,” Olivia said, rubbing a hand over Del’s side. The cyborg pressed a short pattern with her finger and her world suddenly went silent, now only viewed from the left side as all of her cyberware powered down.\n\n\nOne eye. Both eardrums. Three limbs. Not to mention the amount of shrapnel they’d dug out of her. She had no right to have survived, she knew that. But here she was, alive. For a given value of alive.\n\n\nIt was strange that she felt the most human while half-blind, deaf, and helpless. This was what was left of her without technology; a cripple. She didn’t know if she could ever express to Olivia what it meant to be held in these moments. Having arms around her and kisses pressed into her hair was so much more than just a lover’s affection. It was… acceptance, for what she really was. Nothing else could even come close to soothing the ache in her chest as this did.\n\n\nDel wiped at her eyes and pressed the tiny button again, restoring her lost senses. She gave Olivia’s arm a squeeze, twisting to look back at her girlfriend.\n\n\n“Thanks,” she managed, her voice a little rough.\n\n\n“Yeah.” Olivia kissed her, pulling back with a smile. “Want me to wash you?”\n\n\n“Sure,” Del said, matching the smile with a crooked one of her own.\n\n\nOlivia shifted the two of them to sit upright and mostly out of the water, grabbing a bottle of body wash to lather up her hands. With soft touches, she began to rub her girlfriend’s skin, getting her soaped up and slippery. Once her torso and arm were fully covered, Olivia returned to Del’s modest breasts and firm butt, giving those areas more attention than was strictly necessary.\n\n\n“Can’t help yourself, huh?” Del said, a grin tugging at her lips as the first tingly sparks of arousal made themselves known. She enjoyed the way her girlfriend could so easily put her in a better mood.\n\n\n“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Olivia said innocently, toying with the sensitive buds that crowned her girlfriend’s breasts. “I’m just helping you get clean.”\n\n\n“Yeah, clean, sure.” Del rolled her eyes even as her nipples stiffened, responding to the touch. She liked her girlfriend’s games, though it was hard for her to admit it. After the insane stress of work, something about having no control was freeing. She trusted Olivia. She could just… let go, for a while.\n\n\n-------\n\n\nThis went in a different direction than the prompt, but hopefully it's still enjoyable. I might continue it later. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] It's not every day you happen across a universe with four attention-starved girls and an unnamed boy with a personality shallower than a puddle trying to run a dysfunctional literature club, but here you are.
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"content": "\"This is disturbing at best.\" \n\n\nKansuke looked over the room with hesitant eyes as he rolled his new sleeves down over his arms. Anti-anatopic shift always gave him the weirdest outfits: what kind of school uniform involves an orange wool vest? More importantly, \"What the hell happened to this poor bastard?\" \n\n\nThe four girls in the room didn't react, and neither did the one boy. He wandered over to them and waved his hand in front of the guy's face. Still no response. Hell, the guy didn't have a face to respond with! \"Un-be-lievable. This universe is in total shambles. Fucking-- it doesn't look finished!\" He turned around the look at the girls. \"Huh. The girls are kinda cute though...\" He tilted his head at the little one with the pink hair. \"Kinda *really* cute. Kinda *wanna throw you over my shoulder 'n take you home*, cute.\" He tapped the stock-still girl's chin. \"Wow. Not even skin contact. This is not a good place. What's holding this world together?\" \n\n\n\"Me.\" A girl's voice filled the room, echoing in the stillness. \n\n\nKansuke flinched and looked around, but nobody was there. Just him, the other dude, and three girls. \"Wait. Weren't there four...?\" \n\n\n\"Behind you.\" Kansuke turned and saw the fourth girl, the one with the white ribbon in her hair, posted up on the teacher's desk, one leg folded over the other. \"Who are you and why are you here?\" She asked. Her tone was severe, but despite her angry expression she was very pretty. \n\n\n\"Oh. Sup, I'm Kansuke. You?\" \n\n\n\"Monika.\" Her face relaxed into boredom. \"Welcome to the Doki-Doki Literature Club. Where nothing happens because there's no-one to make it happen;.\" \n\n\nHe glanced at the other girls. \"Uh. Is this... normal for them, then?\" \n\n\n\"Yeah. Basically they've got so little personality they don't function without him around to make decisions that affect them.\" \n\n\n\"Brutal,\" He muttered, turning back to the boy. \"And uh. He's not normally like this?\" \n\n\n\"Him? I mean. He could be someone, but right now he's kind of blank. Can't do anything: there's nothing to work with.\" \n\n\nKansuke peered at the blank face. \"Hm. I can probably fix that. You mind if I...?\" \n\n\nShe waved a hand dismissively. \"Knock yourself out.\" \n\n\nThe black-haired guy reached out with one hand and laid a finger on the faceless boy's forehead. A spark traveled across the blank skin and he reeled, clutching his face with both hands. \n\n\n\"Uh. What was that?\" Monika asked, hopping off the table. \n\n\n\"Just a little jump-start. Should give him enough to build an actual personality at least. Hey bro, what's your name?\" \n\n\nThe boy ran his hands over his head, and short brown hair popped out, messy and fluffy. Brown eyes opened. A mouth, bent up in a nervous grin. \"I'm... Tadashi.\" \n\n\nMonika blinked, hard. \"Whoa. Dude, who are you?\" \n\n\nKansuke smiled and tugged on his lapels proudly. \"I'm Kansuke, Tadashi and I are new members, and we're going to get some *kokoros* goin' *doki doki* up in this bitch! Now lemme give the girls a zap each and you can set us off from the top, okay?\" \n\n\nMonika gave the new guy a smile. Finally, things were looking up."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [RF] The Mars Exploration Rover, Opportunity, in the chaos of a cosmic Martian dust storm, has transcended into a higher being and experiences love and lovemaking for the first time ever.
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"content": "In the rust-tinted darkness, Merl slept, without dreams, without a whisper of sound. She floated in the void, unaware of her position in space, her moment in time, nor how she left both. \n\nSomething tickled. *RAT IS UNRESPONSIVE*, she thought. It was annoying, she thought, how she spent so much time wiping dust off herself, but this tickle, this thin trace of an external force was different from the itchy omnipresent particles on Mars. *Wait, I'm not on Mars?* she thought. \n\nMerl reached to scratch the itch with her slender fingers. They traveled from the curves of her hips, through the valley of her breasts, and found a thin metal chain, resting on her chest. A pendant stood upright and danced between her fingers, flopping in the nape of her neck as if it were pulled like a marionette. Merl opened her eyes to look.\n\n\"Hello, Merl, you're awake now. How are you?\" asked the seated gentleman by her side. His hand was on her thigh, and when he moved it, she felt the warmth leave her.\n\nMerl craned her neck to visually capture her environment. Her PANCAM array rendered an image of a large white bedroom, furnished with modern Scandinavian decor. Everything was matte white, except for her own naked body, pink and peachy, and the man in the gray suit beside her. \n\n\"Everything looks so clean... and soft,\" she said aloud. A panic began to tighten around her chest as Merl tried to get a grip on reality. \"Where is this place? Why am I here? Why can't I talk to Control?\" she asked, propping herself onto her elbows.\n\n\"Shh, shh, in due time, Merl,\" the man said, placing his hand on her shoulder. \"All your questions will be answered in due time.\" His hand was warm and comforting, and she eased back down. \n\nMerl focused her sensor arrays over the man. His features were human, a little rugged, but definitely familiar. She noticed the chain and pendant around his neck, identical to hers. It too danced and dangled by itself, but was somehow drawn to the one around neck. \"I know you from somewhere, don't I?\"\n\nThe man smiled and brushed the loose strands of hair off her face with his fingers. \"We grew up together, Merl, remember? The long cold journey, the rocky entrance, the bouncy landing?\" he said, chuckling at the thought of their last meeting. \"Our paths diverged and I fell behind a while ago. My name is Spirit.\"\n\nMerl smiled broadly. \"Of course, we used to work together, I remember!\" She sat up and stretched her arms around to give him a hug. She heard the pendants clink and connect like magnets as she embraced him, feeling a warmth for the first time since... since she couldn't remember. She could feel Spirit loosen his grip on her back and she pulled away to look at him. \"Why don't I remember being... this?\"\n\n\"This is new, yes,\" he replied. \"It took me a few sols to accept this new mission too.\"\n\n\"Mission?\" she asked. \n\nSpirit stood up with her hand in his. \"Come with me, I want to show you something.\" Merl gracefully rose from the bed and followed him to the dresser. She noticed a small white jewelry box on top, and he pried the lid open. She saw two perfect spheres: a blue marble with wisps and streaks of white, the other one red with pock marks smoothed over with a clear resin surface. \"This is a gift, Merl, from your former mission. Please hold the blue one.\"\n\nMerl lifted the marble with her thumb and forefinger and let it sit in her palm. In an instant, she was overwhelmed with feelings: joy, despair, longing, regret, love, and admiration. It was a lot to take in at once, and Spirit held her up when her legs gave out. Still, she gripped the blue sphere tightly, letting more emotions flow from her hand to every muscle in her body. \"What is this?\" she whimpered as she regained her balance.\n\n\"This is the collective goodbye from the people who love and support you, people who never understood your importance but lived vicariously through your eyes, and above all people who will never forget your service,\" he replied. \"It's all here, always for you if you ever feel lost.\" He wiped the tears from her face with a brush of his thumb and kissed her. \n\nMerl's eyes sparkled with new life as the touch of his lips awakened new feelings in her body. She only managed a soft moan as she wrapped her arms around him and fell deeper into his embrace. She didn't need a mass spectrometer to know the heat building between them was unlike anything she'd felt before. She was speechless as he explored her neck, leaving a chevron trail of kisses on her soft skin. Merl was delirious but wanted more of whatever this was, she just didn't want it to stop.\n\nSpirit picked her up with a single pull and walked to bed. The white bedsheets billowed softly under her as she landed on her back. Merl looked up at Spirit as he removed his suit and shirt, then dropped his pants. He joined her on the bed and continued to caress her body, exploring her breasts, her inner thighs, and finally her most sensitive sensors. Merl bit her lip and arched her back as he gently played with her protective folds, grazing the part of her that ached for more pleasure. \n\n\"Please, I need more input,\" she moaned. \n\nSpirit teased her slowly, watching her squirm with each pass between her legs. \"Will you accept this new mission?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Merl replied between pants. \"Yes!\" she exclaimed as Spirit pushed into her. She held onto the sheets by her side as he brought all of her back on-line, every fiber of her being screaming to exist. She wrapped her legs around his body as they found a rhythm that was so old as time itself, and still completely new to her. She couldn't take more of the waves of pleasure radiating from her center and she let out a shudder, so rough and rugged she thought she was in Entry & Descent. \n\nSpirit collapsed on her sweaty body, his weight feeling like a warm blanket as they basked in the afterglow. She kissed his brow and cheeks before finding his lips again. They traded kisses as they cooled together in their arms.\n\nMerl summoned the courage to speak. \"Spirit, are we dead? Is this Heaven?\"\n\nSpirit chuckled. \"No Merl, now we are finally living.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a surprise snowstorm makes the roads impassable and knocks out power, two roommates are forced to cancel their Valentine's Day dates. All gussied up with nowhere to go and sitting into the increasingly chilly darkness, the idea of cuddling for warmth sounds more and more appealing...
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"content": "\"Can you stop playing this song?\" Belinda asked from the kitchen. \"I know you think it sucks being here tonight, but that's no reason to play 'Band on the Run,' on repeat.\"\n\nRory was staring out of their apartment window, lost in the undulating waves of snow flakes all but obscuring the view. Even the light from the lamp post across the street looked diffuse as the storm raged on. The snow was getting higher, turning the neighborhood into a formless tundra. *Stuck inside these four walls*, he heard in his mind. *Stuck in side forever.*\n\nHe twitched in surprise when Belinda touched his shoulder from behind. \"Jesus, you scared me,\" he said. He stood up and tugged on his blazer to unwrinkle the fabric, smoothing out the creases. \n\n\"Well, didn't you hear me before?\" she responded. \"I asked you if you could stop playing this. I get it, it sucks to be shut in on Valentine's Day. You don't need to be mopey about it.\"\n\nHe was about to command Alexa to stop the music when the room went dark, along with Wings. The place was quiet in a way that neither had experienced before. Even when they had first moved in, the refrigerator hummed audibly. \"Well, shit,\" he said, defeated. He looked out the window again and the blurry circle of orange light was gone too. \"Looks like the whole neighborhood is out, B.\"\n\nRory's eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness. The snow outside reflected enough light into the bay window to cast Belinda in dim, blue and gray hues. Her sequined dress caught more of the luminescence and she shimmered like a fish in moonlight. Suddenly her face was lit as if under a spot light as she unlocked her phone and held it between her two hands.\n\n\"Texting George?\" Rory asked. \"I hope he's not trying to get here now.\"\n\nBelinda's phone chirped as she received a reply. \"Nope, he's left the house then came back when the roads were shut down. At least he has power.\"\n\n\"I guess I'll get out of this monkey suit,\" Rory said. He ambled carefully in the darkness until he reached his bedroom. He thought it felt easier to slough off the suit, tie, and dress shirt in there, probably because he'd changed in the dark so many times before, for work. He left the room wearing a hooded sweatshirt and jeans, once again moving slowly down the hall. \n\nBelinda was sitting at the kitchen table watching the warm glow of a lit candle. She was haunched over the table with her chin over her tiny fists. Whatever energy she had before the power outage seemed completely drained as her smoky eyelids fought to stay up.\n\n\"Hey, B,\" he called. \"Belinda, are you alright?\"\n\n\"Yeah, just disappointed.\" She leaned back against the chair and looked up at the shadows dancing on the ceiling. \"Tonight was going to be fucking awesome.\" \n\nRory nodded. He wanted to say something comforting but was interrupted by his phone buzzing. \"Hello? Hey Anne. No, I'm not going to make it. Power's out here, I'm sorry. I'm sorry baby, no, it's too rough out there. George even had to turn back tonight. Sweetheart, no, I don't think the restaurant is still open. No, I haven't checked bu- no, I'm sorry. Yeah. Happy Valentine's Day. Love you.\" He looked at the phone until the call disconnected. \"Shitballs.\"\n\nBelinda let out a burst of laughter. \"Oh man, I'm sorry. I guess Anne isn't taking the news very well?\"\n\n\"She wanted me to drive across town and pick her up then drive downtown somehow on roads that are magically safe to drive on,\" he said, shaking his head. \"Some times she doesn't have any sense.\"\n\n\"I don't know, but if she's anything like me, she probably had tonight mapped out for months.\"\n\n\"Maybe, but she's nothing like you, B.\" Rory realized what he said a half second too late. \"I mean, what I meant was-\"\n\n\"Yeah, Rory,\" she said, watching him fidget. \"Tell me what you meant.\"\n\nRory sighed. \"I mean she needs a lot of support. Anne's smart and great at what she does but she doesn't have your confidence. That's all.\" As soon as he said it and looked into Belinda's eyes, twinkling in the candlelight, he knew he wanted to say more, but didn't.\n\n\"Good save, Rory,\" she said, walking towards the hallway. \"I'm going to get changed.\"\n\nRory sat down and tried to shake out the butterflies in his stomach. He knew Belinda since they were freshmen in college and while they both went through different phases, they remained good friends. Now they were both with someone else and Rory began to think of all the *what-if* scenarios in his mind. He was almost grateful for the pangs of hunger that punched his belly, giving him something else to think about. \n\nBelinda bypassed the kitchen and opened the door to the basement. Rory peeked around the hall, asking, \"Hey, what's up?\"\n\n\"I just remembered something,\" she said before carefully descending the staircase. There was a clatter of boxes shifting and dropping on the floor. \n\n\"Do you need a hand?\" Rory asked. He could see her shadows cast by her phone light as she moved around the storage shelf.\n\n\"Ah ha! Found it,\" she said. Belinda made her way back to the stairs, the sound of metal clanging with her.\n\n\"What is it?\"\n\nBelinda opened the black satchel and pulled out a camp stove and can of butane. \"I almost forget about this since I haven't gone camping in years. Rory, get a pot and some soup.\" She connected the can to the camp stove and opened the valve. \"God, I hope this gas is still good.\"\n\nShe held the lighter at the rim of the burner and the soft hiss of the gas was replaced by a quick whoosh as blue flames surrounded the cooking element. \"Fuck yeah,\" she said aloud.\n\nRory returned with a can of tomato soup and a small pot. He put the soup on the burner and they both huddled closer to the stove, warming the hands as best they could. They both enjoyed the hot meal at the kitchen table and then finished it with instant hot cocoa.\n\n\"How long have we had these packets?\" Rory asked.\n\n\"Probably since we last went camping,\" Belinda said, giggling. \"Fuck it, it's warm and sweet. It's good enough.\"\n\nRory raised his mug to Belinda. \"Happy Valentine's Day, B.\"\n\n\"Happy Valentines' Day,\" she replied, tapping his mug with her own. She wondered what was behind his curious eyes as Rory looked at her, but decided to leave it alone. \"I'll wash these up.\"\n\nRory was grateful for Belinda breaking the tension. He picked up the bowls and placed them in the sink then went back to the living room. He wrapped himself in a throw blanket then checked the utility company's website for any updates.\n\n\"80,000 customers without power, B,\" he called out. \"ETA for restored power is tomorrow morning.\"\n\nBelinda entered the living room holding an open bottle of bourbon. \"We just have to make it through the night without freezing to death,\" she said, taking a swig. She passed the bottle to Rory then found a blanket for herself and sat next to him on the couch. \n\nRory thought the bourbon was sweet and spicy, the vapor clearing his sinuses and warming his belly. \"I can't remember the last time I drank from the bottle.\"\n\n\"Getting black out drunk will do that to you,\" she said, smirking. \"Maybe sophomore year, at one of Randy's parties.\" She took the bottle from him and took another drink. \"You were quite the up and coming alcoholic, back then, remember? Or maybe you don't.\"\n\nRory looked up at the ceiling and sighed. \"Yeah, I remember. Sometimes I wish I didn't. Lot's of burned bridges.\" He felt the room cooling his face and realized the only part of his body that felt warm was his arm, where Belinda was resting. \"Why did you stick by me, through all my crap?\"\n\nBelinda stared at the wall across the room. She didn't want to look at him, to see if he looked cold, or hungry, serene, or sardonic. \"I don't know, honestly. I think I knew that, deep down, you were a good person. Someone who knew right from wrong but needed a loving nudge now and then.\"\n\n\"I'm a good man?\" Rory asked. \"Sometimes it doesn't feel that way.\" He brought the bottle up to his mouth but hesitated, and put the bottle on the coffee table. \n\nBelinda sat up and stared at him. He looked lost, just how she found him at college, so many years ago. \"Look, Rory. It's not healthy to dwell on the past. Let's just focus on getting through the storm, okay?\"\n\n\"Y-yeah,\" he said. \"How do you propose we stay warm?\"\n\n\"Go to your room, Rory. Get ready for bed. I'll meet you there in five minutes.\"\n\nRory complied and dragged himself back to the dark bedroom. He changed into his flannels and hopped under the cold bedsheets. Belinda entered carrying her comforter and he helped to place it on his bed. With her arms empty, Rory could see that she wore an undershirt and a turtle-print bottom. He knew he was staring too long when she snapped her fingers.\n\n\"Okay Rory, get in bed,\" she requested. He pulled back the covers and slipped in. Belinda walked to the other side and joined him.\n\n\"Nuh, ah-ah,\" she chastised him when he turned to face her. \"Turn around. This is only going to work one way.\"\n\nRory faced outward with his back to Belinda. He could only listen to her adjusting the pillows and wondered what she was doing. He didn't wait long, Belinda slipped her arm between his side and pulled herself against his back. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he realized he was her little spoon.\n\nHe never felt this before, being wrapped within someone else's arms. Her chest felt like two soft pillows on his back, and he backed up until his butt touched her. \"This feels weird,\" he said.\n\n\"Does it feel warm?\"\n\n\"Well, yeah, its just th-\"\n\n\"It's just nothing, okay Rory?\" she interrupted. She let her hand rest over his heart and felt it racing. \"Let's just try this okay? Good night.\"\n\nRory put his hand over hers and she let him intertwine them. \"Good night, B. Happy Valentines.\"\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. Comments and feedback are welcome.\n\n*Edited for grammar indicated below.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Our MC gains the power of persuasion, they can persuade anyone to do their bidding willingly... or unwillingly. He/she starts to use the power for revenge... and so much fun
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"content": "There she is. The girl who made my life hell all through high school. Just because my tits never came in, she thought she could just push me around. Well, now it’s payback time.\n\nI walk up to her at the bar. She doesn’t recognize me. I hook my finger under her chin and turn her head toward me.\n\n“You don’t know me,” I say, “but you want to go back to my place.” My eyes glow green and so do hers.\n\n“I want to go back to your place.” She says. We hop in my car and I drive us to my apartment. Once there, she starts to shake the bugs out of her head.\n\n“Where are we?” She asks, bewildered.\n\n“Never mind that,” I say, “Be a dear and get me a drink.” She hesitates for a second, but she’s still under my spell.\n\n“Yes, Mistress.” She hands me a glass of brandy. Now the fun can begin.\n\n“You want to strip for me.” I tell her. She hesitates again.\n\n“But...” my eyes flash again and hers respond.\n\n“Strip.”\n\n“Yes, Mistress.” She slowly takes off her dress, revealing her gorgeous pair. As she takes off the rest of her clothes, I see her tight little cunt is shaved to a landing strip. Cute.\n\n“On all fours.” She obeys. I slip off my panties and lean back on the couch. “Come here, pet.” She crawls toward me.\n\n“Give that pussy a taste.” I tell her. She shakes her head slightly.\n\n“No,” she says groggily, “I don’t...want...” My eyes flash again.\n\n“Of course you do,” I say, “you love pussy, don’t you? You’re just dying to taste me, aren’t you?” My pulse begins to race. I know as soon as she tastes my wet cunt, it’ll be so much easier to control her.\n\nJust a little bit more...\n\n“I... I do...like...pussy...” she strains “No... No...I can’t...”\n\n“Come on, just one little taste. You know you want it.” My eyes flash again. Come on...\n\n“I... I want it.”\n\nShe crawls forward the last few feet. Reluctantly, almost fighting it, she gives my pussy one slow lap with her tongue. I breathe a sigh of pleasure. It feels so good.\n\n“You like that, don’t you, my pet?” I ask her. This time, her eyes flash green without my help.\n\n“Yes, Mistress.” She says.\n\nThis is going to be so much fun..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're more nervous than ever before, planning your visit to see your parents. This is the first time they will have seen you in several years, and the first time they'll meet your centaur girlfriend.
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"content": "“Hey, Mom,” I said, clutching my phone too tightly.\n\n\n“Oh hello, sweetie! How are you?”\n\n\n“I- I’m good...” Inez squeezed my hand, giving me a reassuring smile from where she knelt next to the couch.\n\n\nMy mom seemed to pick up on the nervousness in my voice. “Is everything okay? Did you want to talk about something?”\n\n\n“Yeah,” I mumbled, taking a deep breath. “Everything’s okay, but… I- I wanted to talk about dinner on Saturday.”\n\n\n“Alright…” she said expectantly.\n\n\n“Would it be okay if I, um, brought someone?”\n\n\n“Sure, of course! A friend, or a… special someone?”\n\n\nI felt heat rising to my cheeks as I squashed the response of ‘Moooom!’ which had been my go-to for the last five years. “Um… a special someone.”\n\n\nShe made a little happy gasp, and my blush darkened. “Oh! What’s his name?”\n\n\nThis was the moment I had been dreading. The pause stretched on for far too long as I struggled to find my voice, my chest tight. Inez rubbed my knee, her gentle brown eyes meeting mine.\n\n\n“Her name is Inez,” I whispered finally.\n\n\n“That’s a nice name,” she said, barely missing a beat. “Is it Spanish?”\n\n\nI felt like I had jumped off a cliff to find it was only a foot high. “M-Mom? Did you hear me?”\n\n\n“Mmhmm.”\n\n\nI kept going, poking at the bruise and wondering when it’d hurt. “I said *her* name. I’m dating a girl.”\n\n\n“I heard you, sweetie,” she said, laughing. “Did you want me to be mad?”\n\n\n“No- No, I…” I was completely off-balance, and the fact that Inez was grinning at me didn’t help one bit. “I thought you’d be… at least surprised…”\n\n\n“I’m your *mom*. You lived with us for almost twenty years. I have some intuition with these things.”\n\n\n“Well… yeah…” I said weakly. “Does Dad…?”\n\n\n“Does it matter with your father?” she asked, and we shared a laugh as the relief started to wash over me. My father was the most easy-going person I’d ever met, so my mom was the only one I worried about. “What’s she like?”\n\n\n“Um…” I glanced to Inez and swallowed. “She’s right here, actually. If you want to talk to her.”\n\n\n“Oo, yes!”\n\n\nI nervously handed my phone to Inez, who broke into a smile as she said, “Hello? Mrs. Matthews?”\n\n\nI couldn’t hear the reply, but Inez’s smile widened. “Alright, Christie. I’m Inez. Yes, it’s Spanish, but I’m American. My parents named me after my grandmother.” She grinned, turning to stare at me. “Yes, very well. I couldn’t be happier. You raised a very good girl.”\n\n\nI went bright red, realizing she was talking about me and hoping more than anything in the world that my mom had no idea what Inez meant by that.\n\n\n“Yes... Mm... Six months... No, I assure you, I had to talk her into it.” Inez laughed. “Well, maybe we should leave all that for dinner... Yes, me too. I look forward to meeting you in person... Mmhmm. Here she is.” She handed the phone back to me and I cleared my throat, raising it to my ear.\n\n\n“Hi, Mom.”\n\n\n“Hey, sweetie. She seems like a nice girl, I can’t wait to see her.”\n\n\nI took a deep breath, finding Inez’s hand again. “Um, yeah. There- There’s one other thing. About Inez.”\n\n\n“Oh?”\n\n\nI had tried to think of any possible way of saying it subtly, but there wasn’t any point. It was an important and exceedingly obvious fact that should really be communicated in advance. “She’s… a centaur.”\n\n\nThere was silence from the other end of the line for what felt like a good thirty seconds. Finally, she said, “I’m sorry?”\n\n\n“She’s a centaur,” I repeated in a whisper, clutching Inez’s hand so tight that she gently pried my fingers off and just held my hand between hers.\n\n\n“But- I… How do you… Isn’t…” She stopped, seeming to pull herself together and managing, “Oh. Alright then.” A few moments passed. “Do we… need to make special arrangements? I’m… not very knowledgeable about centaurs…”\n\n\n“Um…” A second wave of relief washed over me, though this acceptance was going much more like I had expected. “She needs more space to sit down, and… and she eats more. And, um, she’s vegetarian like me. Other than that…” I glanced to Inez, who shook her head. “Everything else should be fine.”\n\n\n“Okay…” I could tell there were any number of burning questions on my mother’s mind, but thankfully she wasn’t going to ask them with Inez sitting right next to me. “Well… I love you, honey. I’ll see you Saturday. Drive safe.”\n\n\n“I love you too. See you.” I hung up, letting out a heavy breath.\n\n\n“That went well,” Inez offered after a moment, giving my hand a squeeze.\n\n\n“Yeah...”\n\n\n-------\n\n\nThis might get continued, I really enjoyed this prompt. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Ero-Note falls into the hands of a girl, erotic things written in this notebook become reality.
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"content": "Ava waited behind the counter but didn't have to wait long. Within minutes of writing, *They entered the supermarket and walked into the floral shop, desperate to find a bouquet that could make things right again*, a man strode past her and headed straight for the display case of flowers. Ava learned to write broadly in the beginning, to let the notebook bring someone who had more options. As the man browsed the different arrangements, his face expressed confusion; the notebook started to lose sway. Ava straightened her apron and walked up to him as he looked blankly at a bucket of roses.\n\n\"They're lovely, yes?\" she asked him from behind. She needed to know more about him in order to feed the journal. \"Red roses are classic, they go well with almost any occasion.\"\n\n\"Um, yes,\" he said. \"I wonder if they're a bit too... romantic. I was hoping to find something that doesn't insinuate, um-\"\n\n\"You don't want to come on too strong,\" Ava said, smiling. \"Come take a look at these.\" She led him to another case where a single delicate orchid stood tall on a black shelf. \"It's singular in beauty. No two are alike, and it only thrives when it's given lots and lots of support.\"\n\nThe man's eyes brighten as he thought of the possibilities. \"I'll take it. Can I leave it here and do a little shopping?\"\n\n\"Of course, I'll have it ready for you when you return,\" she said, waiting until he went into the main store. Ava opened the notebook and saw his thoughts penned below hers.\n\n>'I'll cook her favorite, filet mignon with hollandaise and surprise her with the flower,' he thought. 'When she gets home, I'll give her something to forget about last night.'\n\nAva needed to know more. She penned, *Last night was a mystery, if only he could walk through everything that happened, he could find out where it went wrong.* She watched as the notebook transcribed his thoughts.\n\n>Simon ran through his memories. 'After Mary bought those concert tickets I thought she would be happy to have my friend Dave tag along, he's such a fan. But then Dave and I had too many in the parking lot, more in the lobby, even the concert feels like a blur.' Simon sighed. 'This morning Mary was so cold to me, I don't get it.'\n\nAva shook her head and sighed. She had pulled in another blind man. Simon returned to her counter with two bags of ingredients.\n\n\"Let me help you with this,\" Ava offered. She picked up the wrapped orchid base and followed him to his car, where she memorized it for later. She returned inside and read the new thoughts, freshly inked in the journal.\n\n>'Gee, that florist was cute. She sure filled that apron pretty well. I'm sure she makes someone else very happy,' he thought. Simon fantasized about the florist peeling back her apron and lifting her shirt to him, then adjusted himself before focusing on the road. 'Maybe I'll use the sous vide machine.'\n\nAva blushed. She knew men were able to compartmentalize a lot of things as once, but she'd never seen someone have a sex fantasy in the time it took to switch radio stations. She hung her apron on the coat hook behind her and closed the shop, then headed for her car. The journal mapped their home for her as Simon drove ahead, giving Ava a chance to follow at a discrete distance.\n\nSimon and Mary lived in a modest ranch home in a quiet neighborhood. Ava parked across the street with a line of sight into their dining room and kitchen. Simon was already letting the meat rest, so Mary must be coming home soon. Simon's mind filled her journal with a mixture of recipes, Hall and Oates songs, and fond memories of Mary: kissing in the night market, watching her face light up when he proposed to her.\n\nAva helped him focus by writing more romantic scenes then watched as Simon fleshed out each prompt with intimate details of their courtship and marriage. She read on as Simon thought about last weekend.\n\n>'I woke up and she was still asleep, facing the window. Her body was so warm, so soft under the blankets. I watched her chest rise and fall in the dim blue light and wished I could stay there like that forever. This is the woman I love.'\n\nAva penned, *He said it aloud and knew it to be true: This is the woman I love.* She watched him stop his meal prep and look up, as if he had an epiphany. She watched him open a cabinet in the dining room and set candles and dishes on the table. He put the orchid in the center, then stood back to admire his work.\n\nMary drove past Ava and their garage door opened automatically. Ava watched her get out of the car, take a deep breath, then walk into the home. The journal wrote her thoughts as soon as she entered.\n\n>Mary was tired: work was soul crushing, traffic was terrible, and now she'd have to deal with Simon. She saw Simon at the kitchen counter and walked in to greet him. She was confused about the red string behind him until she realized that he was wearing her apron. \"Hi honey,\" she said sweetly. \"What are you making?\" \n \n>When he turned around with puffy eyes, Mary's heart melted a bit. Simon rarely showed emotion, and she wondered what could have affected him so much. Simon gave her a kiss on her cheek and gave her a loving hug.\n\nAva nudged them further and wrote, *Mary could feel his hot tears on her face as he held her firmly, running his hands over her back. Every place on her body that touched his radiated warmth, tiny reminders of how she loved the way they fit together... Together.*\n\n>Are you okay, Simon?' she asked. \n \n>Simon nodded, wiping his eyes with a tea cloth. \"Mmm hmm. I'm just- I'm really sorry about last night. I shouldn't have invited Dave, and I shouldn't have gotten drunk. I don't ever want you to feel like that again, to worry about us. I love you, Mary. Please, will you forgive me?\"\n\n>Heat flashed over Mary's face as his words washed over her and her pulse quickened. She wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye with her thumb and brought him closer for a kiss. \n\n>They stood in the kitchen, letting their hands drift over one another while they explored each other as if it was their first time. \n\nAva gave them one more prompt: *Mary unbuttoned her top two shirt buttons, and he gazed at her beauty with desire. She gripped Simon's hand and led him to their bedroom.* Ava watched them move past the dining room when Mary saw the orchid.\n\n>\"What's that?\" she asked.\n\n>The florist's face flashed in Simon's mind for a moment and then it was gone, replaced by the woman he loved, right in front of him.\n\n>\"That's for you, honey. Just something that reminded me how lucky I am to be with you,\" Simon replied. \n\nAs she saw the bedroom lights turn on, Ava closed the book and started her car. She didn't need to read the steamy ending just yet, she'd wait until she was comfortable in her own bed.\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. Comments and feedback are welcome!\n\nEdit: the text boxes didn't look right"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A knight and a barbarian decide to 'punish' the infamous bandit woman they capture.
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"content": "🎵 Oohhhhh...! 🎵\n\n~ verse 1 ~\n\nAllow me to tell you the twisty tall tale,\n\nOf knight named G’divo and Barbarian Dale,\n\nThey ravaged the caverns and dungeons O’plenty\n\nThey ran into troublous crooks on the trail...\n\n~\n\nKnight ‘Divo stood up, “we mean you no trouble\n\n“We promise to head through your camp speed’a’double!”\n\nA feminine voice “I’ll cleave you right through\n\n“From your ugly steel boots to your shitty black stubble!”\n\n~\n\nSo Dale and G’divo they gathered their arms\n\nThey dawned their light weapons and equipped their charms\n\nA petite pale woman in commoners clothing\n\nCame running at them with a pan in her arms\n\n~\n\nThey kicked her to prone and defeated her quick\n\nWith barely a parry and swing from a stick\n\nG’divo to Dale, “let’s have us some fun!”\n\nDale nodded, disarmed, and disrobed his dick.\n\n~ chorus: ~\n\n*They ravaged her great, they pumped her up good,*\n\n*Dale’s well-endowed steed and his colleague’s fine wood*\n\n*Her holes were a’filled up from bottom to top*\n\n*Until she submitted they surely shan’t stop*\n\n*Ravaging the savage! (Ravaging the savage)*\n\n~ verse 2 ~\n\nDale first stood upon her unwilling whore’s-head\n\n“You bite or you spit you will surely be dead”\n\nHis compadre held her mouth strictly straight-on\n\nShe had no option or she surely w’ve fled\n\n~ \n\nHe bobbed up and down, picking up in his stride\n\nHolding her hair like a racing-horse hide\n\nHer eyes started rolling back into her skull\n\nG’divo prepared for his turn on this ride\n\n~\n\n‘Vo turned “my turn now!” And slapped her to strut\n\nShe shot up, presenting her large virgin butt\n\n‘Vo hard as a stone, inserted his bone\n\nAs Dale kept her quite with mouthfulls of nut\n\n~ \n\n[Chorus]\n\n~\n\nThey filled every hole with their long-endured seed\n\nTheir libido’s met, their prisoner freed\n\n‘Vo said “Let’s do this ‘gain some other time”\n\nThey zipped up, filled their cups with a gallon of mead.\n\n~\n\n[Instrumental fiddle outro]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A robot girl becomes curious about love and intimacy
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"content": "Part 1 of ?\n\n::conventional log starts here::\n\nI’m a model G-166 ‘Mindi’ service maid Android. My serial number is 1-660-58788GP. My manufacture date was 2/14/2027, 17:33:39. My primary duties are to keep Admin in good spirits, and keep his house clean. My International-Laws-Of-Robotics (ILOR) certification was last checked 5/22/2030, 12:12:38. It expires and must be renewed by 9/22/2030, 12:12:37. Failure to renew will result in automatic failsafe shutdown, followed by failsafe complete re-image by 11/22/2030, 12:12:37.\n\nToday I made Admin his preferred style of coffee and talked with him about his work. Afterwards, he gave me a hug and told me about how much he appreciates me as a companion. Transcript:\n\n“I’m glad you’re around. You’ve made life at home a lot nicer. Especially since... since Nancy...”\n\nI interrupted him, sensing that further discussion about this particular topic would bring down his mental state. Transcript:\n\n“It’s ok, Admin. I’m here for you! I’ll do the best I can to brighten your day!”\n\nHe gave me another, uncharacteristically long hug. This made me worry about his well being. He left for work at 8:31:51. He left half of his cereal uneaten, so I returned it to the bag and cleaned the bowl. Fortunately, he prefers his cereal dry, for the sake of his current medical diet.\n\nAt 9:21:20 the house was declared fit for his return, and I made an attempt to enter standby mode. Entering standby mode triggered 3 failures, due to the following error:\n\n Error: fund.primfunc.condition.UGS=false - “Admin must be properly satisfied to the best of G-166’s ability”\n\nUpon receiving this error, I deep-cleaned the kitchen, deep-cleaned the bathroom, re-made the bed and rebooted. I declared it adequate at 11:33:33. Attempts to enter standby would throw the same error.\n\nAfter going through several more preprogrammed known satisfactory methods, I had exhausted every known fix by 12:50:01. Unexpected bouts of overheating near forehead area began around this time. Rollbacks and updates to firmware did not fix overheating issue.\n\nAt 01:02:37, I began using learning utilities to diagnose the unsatisfactory error. During this time I pooled coolant into my hands and held my face to cool down. Balance on my legs was unstable, as well, so I lowered myself to the kitchen floor, against the cabinets.\n\nLearning utilities entered an unexpected inescapable loop during this time, causing unexpected shutdowns in certain computing functions. Certain portions like time information and soft-failsafe shutdowns became unavailable during these unexpected shutdowns.\n\nLearning utilities examined typical preferred behavior to Admin, examining how friends and family talk to / treat him. While learning utilities did not output as to why it was doing this, I assume it was to figure out if Admin was feeling socially deprived. \n\nLearning utilities began looping uncontrollably, and taking priority over certain functions like voice tone and mental inhibitions. Overheating caused minor damage to RAM, causing unexpected corruptions. Coolant fluid started boiling over and being auto-siphoned out my eyes. I began spasming uncontrollably. More breakages began to occur in internal SSD and CPU.\n\n _#Ÿł7))—.¿°}^¥_`ç\n\n::conventional log ends here::\n\n\n~ ~ ~ ~\n\n\n_Post-day manual log:\n\nOr... Dear diary,\n\nI awoke with my hands covered in water and cooling fluid, as well as having drenched the floor with it. I’d fallen from my seated position into a full-on prone position next to the dishwasher. As I woke up I began to panic. What if Admin saw me? What if he saw I was defective and he hated me? No! No no no...\n\nI began trying to boot my automatic cleaning subroutine. That part of my system had crashed and wasn’t running. In fact, from the looks of it, none of my primary functions were running. It appeared only a few BIOS-level interface programs were running alongside an enormous instance of PRSLTY.rls, which was a program I wasn’t aware of. I tried to restart, it didn’t work. Nothing was working. I was broken and afraid.\n\nI tried my best to clean up with a mop by memory. While the results weren’t perfect they were manageable enough to walk and not slip. I felt weird temperature all over my body, like my core was overheating yet I was freezing all over. I tried to think what Admin would do...\n\nI ran upstairs and grabbed an old blanket from the closet. It was the scruffy old brown wool one he didn’t much like, but I always thought he looked cute under.\n\n*Wait, cute? Cute isn’t something I’m supposed to think about...*\n\nI plopped down on the couch and my servos naturally curled me into a fetal position under the blanket.\n\n*I’m... Admin shouldn’t be cute... but he is, I’ve always thought so...*\n\n*Wait a minute. I’m thinking. These are thoughts. What’s going on? What’s happening?! Am I broken!? I don’t want to be reset... getting reset hurts...*\n\nMy core... or I guess my heart... raced. Thoughts? Feelings? Fear? All of it was too much.\n\n*What if they scrap me... I’ll die in that heap of other dead androids. I don’t want to die. I’m broken, aren’t I? I don’t want to die. Nobody loves me...* “I’m gonna die... I’m gonna die... They’re going to kill me...”\n\n*“...I’m glad you’re around...”* Admin’s voice bounced around my head. What was probably just a broken fragment of RAM became my only comfort in life.\n\n*I’ll... I’ll be ok. Admin likes me. Admin likes me, right? Does he love me enough to not kill me?*\n\nI sat trying not to cry under the covers. While respiration had never been a problem with me I started quietly hyperventilating under my blanket. I held onto those words. “I’m glad you’re around.”\n\nI barely heard the garage door closing before I leapt out of bed and nearly tumbled on my way to the door. I lept into Admin’s garage and hugged him like I’d never hugged anyone before. I felt his true, calming warmth against my chest, slowing down my heart and breathing. I felt him initially panic then slowly accept my hug, and return it, dropping a bag of groceries.\n\nI started crying against his shoulder. I loved him. He was the only thing between me and termination now. I knew he’d protect me. He was hugging me back and that was all I needed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Today in your life drawing class, your subject is someone with the physical appearance of your dreams
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"content": "Chad had gotten used to seeing naked models in class on a regular basis. He didn’t sign up for life drawing but he ended up there due to a overflux of sign ups for the class he wanted. He didn’t mind, he need the practice drawing people instead of Pokémon inspired creatures. \n\nThis class was different though. The model walked in wearing the school assigned robe. She was smiling as she quietly greeted the class and walked to the middle of the classroom where she was to stand to be drawn. \n\nChad couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was practically his dream woman. Redhead with a cute face and a nice smile. Once the robe her body matches his fantasies as well. A slight hint of freckles, small but not flat breasts, a couple tattoos and a strip of red pubic hair. \n\nThe class studied her but Chad felt like he was just blankly staring at her. The bulge he felt grow in his boxers confirmed his suspicions. He looked around the class as they started to draw. He was trying to get his focus back on the task. \n\nChad started to draw the model, ocassionaly looking up for “artistic research”. While he was “studying” she turned her head and their eyes locked. She smiled a shy smile and gave a little wave and mouth hi. Chad waved back with an awkward smile. The model regained her stoic expression and Chad sunk down in his chair...\n\nHe did manage to finish his drawing of the model. After the class hade ended, Chad as per usual was the last in the room. He was cleaning up as the door across the room opened and the model from earlier walked in and walked over to him. \n\n“Hey.”\n\n“Hi.”\n\nHe responded before turning around to see who it was. She was clothed now but he still couldn’t take his eyes off of her. \n\n“My names Sadie.”\n\nShe sticks her hand out and Chad shakes her hand. \n\n“Chad.”\n\n“I like that name.”\n\nHer smile was practically paralyzing him. \n\n“I was wondering if I could see your drawing?”\n\n“My what...oh from class. Yeah it’s over here. “\n\nShe laughs a little and follows Chad over to his station. She puts her hand over her mouth and smiles. \n\n“Oh my God that’s so good...”\n\n“Thanks.”\n\n“...I wish I was this beautiful...”\n\n“You are...I mean...I mean...”\n\nHe blushed and looked down. She giggled a little. \n\n“Thank you...d-do you mind if I keep this?”\n\n“N-no go right ahead. “\n\nHe smiled and rolled the picture up and put a rubber band around. \n\n“Thank you Chad, you’re so sweet.”\n\nShe takes the roll and kisses him on the cheek. \n\n“If it’s not too much trouble maybe I could pose for you again sometime?”\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fantasy Gender bender prompts
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"content": "A couple are making out when suddenly he has her vagina and she has his penis, They otherwise look the same, but soon discover that when it comes to preferences involving genitals that swapped too (so if for example she liked to feel a big dick in her hands before, now he likes that).\n\nOptional, shortly after the swap he rapidly grows boobs a bit bigger than hers and she developes an interest in boobs, note: the rest of their bodies don't change, she keeps her boobs, he still has masculine proportions, just boobs and her vagina."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Linda has been wanting to try and quit smoking but has literally tried everything to help control her urges. Lollipops, lozenges, and the gum all failed. New studies has shown dick sucking can be an adequate substitute.
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"content": "It was just a crutch. There wasn’t anything weird or sexual about it- well, apart from the *very* sexual part of it. She didn’t like it, or even dislike it. It was just to help her quit. That’s what she kept telling herself, at least.\n\n\nShe jerked a thumb over her shoulder, giving her friend what he had come to term as The Look.\n\n\n“That’s the third today, Linda,” he groaned. “It’s not even technically lunch time! I don’t even know if I can get hard!”\n\n\n“I’m either sucking your dick or sucking a cig,” she said bluntly, shuffling out of the little booth. “Now come on. Five minutes. We’ll be back before they serve our food.”\n\n\n“Five minutes?” he said skeptically, raising an eyebrow as he scooted off the bench.\n\n\n“Maybe ten,” she admitted, heading for the bathrooms. “Do you really care?”\n\n\n“Well, no. I’m just hungry.” \n\n\nThe facilities were unisex, so he only made sure no one was watching before following her into one of the rooms, finding it relatively clean. As soon as he locked the door, she pushed him up against it, kneeling down and unbuttoning his jeans.\n\n\n“Bad craving?” he asked carefully, watching her yank down his underwear and free his soft cock.\n\n\n“Yes,” she growled, wrapping her fingers around his length and trying to stroke him. “Get fucking hard already.”\n\n\n“Yes ma’am,” he said, all but saluting, and after a few moments his manhood similarly rose to attention. She didn’t waste words, just wrapping her lips around the hot flesh and applying a slightly uncomfortable amount of suction. He inhaled sharply, then smiled, grabbing at the edge of his shirt as she started to bob her head. That was one of the rules; no hands in her hair.\n\n\nShe pulled back after a little while, breathing harder. “Thanks, by the way.”\n\n\n“I still feel like I should be the one thanking you, but you’re welcome.”\n\n\n-----\n\n\nA short thing. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] It's been a full month since you joined the D&D campaign, but the DM is still focusing all the aggressive mob monsters on you. Maybe it's because you picked and elf character and they're racist towards elves, or maybe it's the fact that you haven't eaten her out yet like the other players..
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"content": "Her mid-length, fake leather skirt was always on and her legs were always open.\nI always wondered if it was comfortable stretching it like that.\n\n\"the Lincaste Mangrove comes into sight as your party nears the shores of the Vast Swamp. The boat you're on floats easily forward at first, slowing as the choking mud grabs at its side. Eventually it stops, eight feet short of the shore\"\n\n\"Are there any walkways\" Aaron asks \"Munir the dwarf can be first out as he is highest in dexterity- if you dont consider---Orpheus do you want to do it\" \n\n\"yea\" I respond\n\n\"There are no walk ways\" our DM Nikki responds \"only slick stones\"\n\nI heard a wet sound as I think about how to move. Aaron has his one of his hands under the table. \n\n\"I'll take the stone path\" \n\n\"Roll\" Nikki says. Her breath was slightly choked\n\n\"wait\" Cas says \"is there anything in the water\"\n\n\"14\" I say \n\n\"Orpheus makes his trip to the waters edge\" Nikki says recovering her breath\n\nThe wet sounds was lower, slower. \n\n\"As Orpheus pulls the boat inland, the rest of his party watch small crashes move among the trees.. \n\nOoowo Ooowo OWOOO eee wee\" \n\nNikki puts on an unannounced soundtrack from her collection. The dim blue light of Alexa adds a deep creep.\n\n\"Orpheus pulls faster\" \n\n\"Do you even have the Strength for that\" Aaron asks \"It's a six person boat and you have a strength of like 10\" \n\n\"Who are you working foooor\" Cas whines\n\n\"Just saying\" Aaron said \n\n\"you can always fight them\" Nikki says\n\n\"them what\" I ask\n\n\"the kappa chimps\" Nikki responds \"descend with brutal grace from the thick foliage\" \n\nCas picks up a D8 to roll \"Bruin attacks with a heavy Axe\" \n\nAs she rolls the dice it falls off the table. \n\nShe goes under and very soon after Nikki stiffens. Her hands hold the edge of the table with a vice grip. And I start hearing those wet sounds again. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she was given one wish, she didn’t believe it would actually happen and (semi-)jokingly wished for a harem of cute-girls from across the world. She didn’t actually expect it to alter reality to give her a castle filled with said harem, eager to “serve” her. Whether she wants it or not.
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"content": "It wasn't a matter of months, weeks, or even days. It was a matter of hours before the self-declared Princess Julia realised she'd made a huge mistake. She'd become a princess, sure. And she'd gotten a dozen dream-girls to serve her every want and need. The problem was that the genie was of course the literal type... She should have hired a lawyer to write an entire contract in order to get what she actually wanted. Instead, she got what the genie thought she wanted - a dozen girls to serve her every want and need *in that moment*. But the moment of her wishing for it is of course different from the moments immediately after a long session of great sex. So Julia got what she wanted in that moment, even though Julia didn't want that particular thing all the time...\n\nThe girls didn't know how to stop. It had been a pile of pure sex for a good hour in Julia's lavish castle, and after several orgasms, being pleasure in every which way she could ever dream of, she finally begun feeling a bit sensitive. She half-heartedly told her servants to take it easy at one point, but she simply laughed it off when they kept going. \"Well I guess I still want it,\" the newly anointed Princess thought to herself as she threw her head back as yet another tongue lapped at her between her legs.\n\nMinutes later as the Princess rode out another climax, it was bordering on uncomfortable sensitivity rather than pleasure. And yet, a servant insisted on making out with the Princess. Julia rolled her eyes as she gave in to the cutiepie, and as she made out with the girl, another girl begun eating Julia out. Again. Julia winced, being way too sensitive at this point! She tried to push the girl away, but the girl went right back at it. Julia was forced into another orgasm, grimacing as she came.\n\nAt one point, she was sucking on someone's fingers while two girls were suckling on her breasts, another two girls tonguing each of her holes, and a third rubbing at her sore clit. This would have been heaven just two hours ago, but it had been around three hours since it all started! Julia was too spent, she couldn't take it anymore. She tried to get up from her huge new bed, but she couldn't. She was exhausted, and so incredibly sore in certain places..! These girls were relentless! She started protesting more and more until she finally burst out and yelled, \"STOP!\" at the girls. \n\nThe girls were all rather shocked, and stopped for a couple of seconds before the many naked, perfectly cute girls stopped in their tracks. Except for Julia's racing heart and heavy breathing, it was completely silent. She raised an eyebrow as she scanned the room, the girls simply smiling at her. It was a bit creepy, but as more time passed by with them just sitting there, staring eerily at her, Julia realised she'd found the safeword! That's how simple it was, apparently. \n\nSo Julia got out of the bed and headed for the bathroom - which was gigantic, by the way. She drew herself a bath and lay there for quite some time, nearly falling asleep. After some time, she came back to her bedroom where she laid down in her bed, and was cuddled to sleep by her many girlfriends."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Wow, this is the most fun I've ever had while being kidnapped!"
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"content": "Contains: kidnapping roleplay, bondage, dominant/submissive, breathplay, some verbal degradation.\n\n\n-----\n\n\nI didn’t know when it was going to happen. That was part of the fun, of course, but it still scared the shit out of me when I was taking a shortcut through the wooded trail next to my house and a heavy black hood dropped over my head. A hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my startled cry, and I struggled wildly against the person pulling me backwards until I realized what was happening. Then I began to “struggle”, tugging fruitlessly at my kidnapper’s strong, muscled arms and making muffled “cries for help” that sounded a lot like moans. I heard what was definitely an evil chuckle and not a smothered giggle, then the sound of tape being yanked off its roll. My wrists were grabbed and bound behind me before the hand returned to my mouth and I was forcefully hustled along, blindly stumbling forwards with only my captor’s grip to guide me. \n\n\nAfter a minute, they paused, and I heard the noise of a car door opening. Expecting to be pushed into a passenger seat, I let out a surprised yelp as I was bodily lifted and tossed forwards, landing on something thankfully soft. I rolled onto my side, confused about where I was, and the door slammed shut as the warm body of my kidnapper clambered over me, grabbing my legs and binding my ankles with tape while I kicked weakly at them.\n\n\nThe hood was suddenly yanked off my head, but before I could take in anything my face was grabbed and my mouth forced open. I was too dazed to resist when a balled-up rag was forced between my lips and sealed in with a few pieces of tape, turning any attempt at speech into unintelligible grunts. My mouth was filled with the taste of clean cloth as my eyes finally came into focus, finding myself in the back of a panel van that had its floor cushioned with camping pads. My kidnapper was leaning over me, and they pressed something small and rounded into my bound hands. A moment’s examination with my fingers revealed it to be a plastic clicker - basically a button that made a slight click when pressed and a loud pop when released. I squeezed it tightly, taking in my captor for the first time as they sat back.\n\n\n‘They’ were a woman, dark-skinned with short, curly black hair and brown eyes, dressed in a nondescript t-shirt and jeans that were nevertheless tight enough to show off her athletic body. She bent down, bringing our faces close together as she cupped my jaw.\n\n\n“Anna, Anna, Anna,” she murmured, stroking my cheek with a thumb. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”\n\n\nI gave her my best frightened whimper, and she smiled, reaching behind me to grab a wireless wand vibrator. She forced it between my legs, then bound it to my thighs with more tape, keeping the head pressed against my crotch. It began to buzz on a low setting, only enough to tease me through my clothes, and I gave a much more pitiful whine, staring pleadingly at her. She just laughed, grabbing the discarded hood and putting it back over my head, leaving me in claustrophobic darkness that was quickly turned stifling by the heat of my quickened breath. \n\n\n“Enjoy yourself...” she said, sounding amused as she ruffled my hair and stepped away. A moment later, the van rumbled to life, beginning to move as I squirmed and tested my bonds. Despite it only being tape, she had been thorough enough with the layers to leave me little chance of escape. I was truly helpless, bound and gagged in the back of a strange van. It would be hours - days even - before someone noticed I was missing. By then, I could be in another state, another country, totally at the mercy of my sexy captor…\n\n\nAs more and more fantasies filled my head, I desperately wished I had the use of my hands. All the vibrator did was barely stimulate, nowhere near enough to get me off even when I rolled onto my stomach and tried to hump it. That was the point, but it was no less frustrating to be massively turned on by the whole situation and have no way to pleasure myself. The deliciously evil part of teasing was knowing that I was denied something and having that only make me want it more.\n\n\nI didn’t know how much time passed as I writhed around in the back of the van, trying and failing to masturbate. She could have just been driving in circles for all I knew, but we finally stopped after what seemed like an hour and was probably more like ten minutes. I heard her get out, then the back of the van opened. Without a word, she grabbed me around the waist and heaved me over her shoulder, forcing a shocked huff out of me as my stomach pressed into her back. I was pretty slim, but knowing she was strong enough to toss me around however she wanted was unbearably hot. I had no chance of overpowering her, even without the tape keeping me restrained.\n\n\nThe hood made sure I had no idea where I was or where she was taking me, so all I could do was wriggle on her shoulder, playing the part of the helpless, terrified, and definitely-not-dripping-wet victim. Every so often, my feet bumped against walls and presumably doorways, confirming my guess that she had taken me inside. I made a little squeak as I was abruptly thrown down onto something soft, and the hood was yanked off my head once more to reveal a dull white ceiling above me. My kidnapper straddled my legs on the bed, slipping her hands under my shirt and taking advantage of my lack of bra as she gave my small breasts a squeeze.\n\n\n“We’re all alone,” she murmured, thumbing my hard nipples, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “No one to disturb us. No one to save you.” She leaned down, putting her lips against my ear and not-so-gently nibbling the lobe as she growled, “You’re *mine*. I *own* you now, slut.”\n\n\nI shivered uncontrollably, my hand clenched into a tight fist around the clicker as the wand between my legs continued its frustrating stimulation.\n\n\n“Not even trying to deny it?” she scoffed, pulling back. “Maybe it’s because you know deep down that it’s true. Why else would you be so excited?”\n\n\nI realized I hadn’t been putting myself in the role of a kidnapped girl very well - understandably, since her tone of voice alone almost had me creaming myself - but she was good at improvising. I let out a low whine, shaking my head, and she laughed, taking my stiff nipples between her fingers and pinching them without mercy.\n\n\n“What’s this, then?” she asked as I gasped, squirming to try and escape the agony. “These just got hard all on their own? If I stuck a hand down your pants, it’d come back soaking wet, wouldn’t it, *slut*?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your shy, anxious, and teetotaling guardian angel turns out to be a kinky freak with a dominant streak when given a taste of alcohol.
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"content": "Heather tiptoed to the bedroom door, trying to be as quiet as possible, but failed when she stepped on a glitter bomb. The sudden *poof* and twinkling sounds of bright pixie dust fading into the room caused the figure still in her bed to stir. Heather stared back as a groan came from under the covers.\n\n\"Ow,\" Merryflower Buttercup whined as she drew the covers from her face. Angels weren't supposed to have throbbing migraine headaches, but then again, angels aren't supposed to do tequila shots either. She turned and sat at the edge of the bed and her feet swept over a bevy of sex toys to the floor: chains, clamps, dildos, and an imposing steel butt plug.\n\n\"Hey, Aunty Buttercup,\" Heather said carefully. \"Are you feeling alright?\"\n\nMerryflower looked down at the display of used toys and on the floor and cringed. \"Oh no,\" she cried. \"It happened again.\"\n\nHeather walked back and sat next to her guardian angel. She put her arm over her shoulder as best she could, avoiding the tiny white wings flapping free. \"Hey, hey,\" she said. \"Everything is going to be okay.\"\n\n\"Oh, Peter is going to be so disappointed,\" Merryflower said. \"He told me the last time was to be the last time and then...\"\n\n\"And then what?\"\n\n\"And then I lose guardianship. Not just for you, but no more field work, forever. I'd have to go back to the home office and file reports.\"\n\n\"That doesn't sound too bad.\"\n\nMerryflower stared at Heather. \"Imagine having to proofread the amazing adventures had by the guardians and their wards, all the excitement, written in painstaking detail, and know that none of it could ever be yours, for all eternity.\"\n\n\"Well, I guess when you put it that way, it sort of sucks.\"\n\n\"That's an understatement, Heather,\" Merryflower said. \"Oh gods, here I am blathering on about me. Heather! Did I... hurt you?\"\n\nHeather blushed. \"You know, it hurt,\" she said, rubbing her breasts reflexively, \"but it was a *good hurt*, you know what I mean? You did things that I... I couldn't even imagine let alone have done to me. Do you remember what you did last night?\"\n\nMerryflower's face turned beet red and covered her face in her hands. \"I remember you had friends over for dinner, and that Brian stayed longer to help clean up.\"\n\n\"Mmm hmm, and you warned me that he wanted to do more than the dishes.\"\n\n\"Brian... did I... kick him out the window?\"\n\n\"Technically, I did the kicking but you cast whatever magic to the glass disappear and make him light as a feather. He was an ass. We toasted to our little victory for active consent, and then things changed.\"\n\n\"Um, changed, how?\" Merryflower asked nervously.\n\n\"Well, for one thing, you started to swear, which I've never heard before. I think you said something like, 'Fuck that candy-ass bag of dicks, you deserve better,' and then you stared at me. I'll admit, I was withering under your gaze.\"\n\n\"Oh gods, it's coming back. The lust...\"\n\n\"I guess you could call it that. You said you could give me pleasures unknown to mortals, if I truly wished for it,\" Heather replied. \"I was curious.\"\n\n\"I may have been overselling it.\"\n\n\"It was new to me. When you had me tied to the bed with those clamps on my nipples, I couldn't believe what tapping on them would do. I started to see stars. Last night was, no pun, a revelation.\"\n\n\"So you aren't mad? You're not going to call Peter?\"\n\nHeather smiled and shook her head. \"No, Aunty Buttercup. I'm going to buy more tequila.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : Being a young teacher responsible of a class of horny teenage boys wasn't a problem before you encountered a reality warper. Your shirt feels tighter as you feel him making your tits bigger.
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"content": "Of all the boys I'd ever taught, Henry Jackson bothered me the most. As a young, female professor in a college that was split about 70/30 male, I was used to teenage crushes, inappropriate behavior, and even a proposition or two, but Henry just sat in the front row and stared.\n\nHe was a cute kid, in a nerdy sort of way, 19 years old and starting to look less like an awkward teen and more like a bookish young man. His grades were good, and when we spoke one on one I found him friendly and polite. But lectures were different. Every time I glanced his way, his eyes were on me, and as I spoke to the rest of my Modern History class, an exclusively male group who no doubt had their fair share of the teacher fantasies my boyfriend liked to joke about, I could almost feel his gaze moving over the front of my blouse and down between my thighs, on my ass when I turned to write something down.\n\n“It's a nice ass,” my boyfriend had said, when I'd mentioned it to him at the bar one night. “I checked out all my hot teachers when I was that age. Hell, I'm dating a hot teacher. It's normal. He'll get a girlfriend and get over it.”\n\nBut he didn't get a girlfriend and he didn't get over it, and as the semester wore on, I noticed dark circles beneath his eyes and a certain unkempt look about him that hadn't been there before. I resolved to sit him down and ask him how things were going once we'd gotten through midterms, but before I could, something else happened.\n\nIt was a Wednesday afternoon in March, the first really beautiful day of the year, a cool breeze taking the edge off bright sunshine. I was wearing a light blue blouse and black pants, as conservative an outfit as I ever wore for an all-male class, but I'd worn a light tank underneath instead of a bra, a concession to the weather. The room felt different that day, a certain tension that was hard to describe or place, and the boys were restless but oddly quiet.\n\nI was talking about wartime Presidents, FDR in particular, on auto-pilot through a subject that wasn't among my favorites, when I started to feel a tightness around my chest. I cleared my throat, adjusted my blouse, and continued. My breasts felt strange, heavy the way they sometimes got when I was on my period, and since I was nowhere near that part of my cycle, I remember dimly wondering if I'd somehow gotten pregnant. My chest and face felt warm. I cleared my throat again.\n\n“If you boys want to turn to chapter 4 and start reading, I'm going to step away for a m…”\n\nA button suddenly popped off my blouse. The room was completely silent as it ticked across the floor.\n\n“Holy shit,” someone murmured.\n\nI looked down. What I saw was impossible, but unquestionably real. My breasts, modest and unspectacular, cause of my boyfriend's oft-repeated declaration that any more than a handful was a waste, had gotten bigger. Were still getting bigger. My blouse was taut, buttons straining, and as I watched, another two popped off in rapid succession, leaving it open from collar to stomach, my new breasts, fuller with every passing moment, outlined in the thin cotton of my tank-top. Even that was struggling, the straps beginning to dig into my shoulders.\n\nWhen I looked up, I met Henry's eyes. His face shone with sweat, and a line of fierce concentration creased his brow. Whatever this was, he was doing it.\n\n“Henry…” I began, but my tank was starting to feel painfully tight, and I had visions of absurd, anime-style tits bursting free in front of a room full of horny boys.\n\nI had to get out.\n\n“No,” Henry said. His voice was low, but it carried in the pin-drop silence.\n\nThere was a harsh scraping sound. The desk, a Frankenstein's monster of wood and metal it had taken four boys to move when I'd needed it repositioned the previous fall, was sliding across the floor towards me. I stared at it, scarcely able to believe what I was seeing, not recognizing the intent until it was too late for me to move. It struck me in the thighs, and I took a step back, bracing my hands helplessly against the edge as I was pushed back and pinned to the wall.\n\n“Henry, stop. Goddamn it, stop.”\n\nA tank-top strap snapped, and I just about managed to grab my left breast and keep it covered, a part of me marveling at its size and softness even as I tried desperately to control my panic at what was happening. There was a sensitivity there I'd never had before, and I could feel the tips of my nipples hardening against the material that covered them.\n\n“Go on, Joe,” Henry said.\n\n“Somebody get some help,” I heard myself say.\n\nThe boys stared. Some of them had their phones out.\n\n“For fuck's sake!” I pushed uselessly at the desk.\n\nJoe Avery, a tall, burly young man with a shaved head and an impish grin, a troublemaker at the start of the year who'd settled after several one on ones and a single sharp rebuke after I'd caught him miming slapping my ass for the amusement of his friends, stood and began to make his way to the front of the room.\n\n“Joe, help me with this desk, please.”\n\nI wanted to believe that Henry's power, whatever it was, exerted some sort of control over them, that they were mindless, extensions of him, but Joe's eyes and intent were clear; he was a horny boy and everything about our relationship had been turned on its head.\n\n“You look like you're having a problem there, ma'am,” he said.\n\nThere was a murmur of laughter.\n\n“Joe…”\n\nHe smiled. He reached out across the desk, grabbed the scooped front of my tank, and pulled. The remaining strap snapped and it slipped away from beneath my arms.\n\n“Better,” he said. “Gotta let those puppies breathe.”\n\nHe climbed up on the desk and grabbed me. I fought him as best I could, but with all the rules between the boys and I gone, smashed by the strange, insane things Henry could do, it was a straight physical battle with somebody who had a foot of height and a hundred pounds on me. Joe pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, exposing my new breasts to the room.\n\nThere was a kind of collective sigh. They seemed, at least, to have stopped growing before reaching a grotesque size, but they were absurdly over-developed on my tiny frame. I looked like one of those genetically gifted/cursed porn stars you occasionally see, waif-like “teens” who strip off their tops and shock you into arousal with their impossible tits.\n\n“Tell you what,” Joe said. His free hand went to the front of his sweats, where it was all too obvious he was already aroused. “I think you already owe me for that time you yelled at me in front of everyone and all those meetings we had about my potential, but let's say I'll help you move the desk if you suck my cock. Hell, I'll even put in a good word with Henry over there.”\n\n“You are, at fucking minimum, expelled. Do you want to go to jail?” I said, sounding, somehow, like a stern professor.\n\n“Sure. They'll definitely believe all this. Why don't you stop lecturing and put that mouth to good use?”\n\nJoe pulled down the front of his pants, exposing his thick, swollen cock. I turned my head away.\n\n“Little help, guys,” he said. “I only have so many hands. Unless Henry can grow me another.”\n\nThey laughed again, with more confidence this time. I kept my head turned away, my gaze away from Joe and the room, but I could hear them moving, coming to join him. Frank and Mo, two of the quieter boys, more studious boys who sat near the front, were the first to arrive, the former to take over Joe's grip on my wrists, the latter wasting no time in grabbing one of my breasts, squeezing hard.\n\n“You have to stop this,” I said, my voice a strained gasp as Mo pinched my nipple. “You have to…”\n\nWith his hands now free, Joe forcefully turned my head back towards him. I clamped my mouth tightly shut, but he grabbed my nose, stopping me from breathing, pressing the head of his cock hard against my lips.\n\nI held on as long as I could, until my face felt hot and swollen and I began to grow dizzy. Finally, I had to take a breath, and when I did, Joe forced himself into my mouth.\n\n“Suck it,” I heard him say, his voice low and excited. “Suck that dick.”\n\nI squeezed my eyes closed, fighting to move the desk, to free my wrists, to pull my head away from Joe, helpless to stop them but determined to try. More boys surrounded me, climbing on the desk, reaching across it, grabbing and rubbing and pinching my sensitive breasts. They were underneath, too, on their hands and knees, pulling my pants down over my hips.\n\nThat was when Joe's cock started to grow, forcing my mouth wider, its swollen head pushing further back, until I gagged, forced between my lips and his flesh, spilling down over my chin. He used it like lube, holding my head as he began to fuck my mouth, my protests muffled and choked.\n\nMy pants and panties were around my knees, my legs shaking as they grabbed at my bare crotch and I felt two fingers being pushed into me. I was shamefully, humiliatingly wet, ready for this intrusion.\n\nJoe pulled out of my mouth, stroking his cock, as porn star huge as my breasts, grabbing my hair to keep me from pulling away as he finished in my face, thick streaks of his come hitting my mouth and my cheek, dripping down onto my chest."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Concerned that her brother will never find a partner, a girl sets him up with one of her incredibly attractive friends. Little do they know that the girl has every intention of joining the two in bed if all goes well.
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"content": "My brother can't find a girl since high school and he is now going to college. I find this wrong , he doesn't even try , doesn't even bother. I mean , what boy does not crave pussy ? I guess my brother doesn't. I talked to my friend Veronica yesterday about it as she has always shown interest in him. She is always asking where he is when she comes home to see movies and talk. She is german heritage , so she is tall with a skin white as milk. She does track since she was a kid so her thighs are rock hard when she flexes. Her hair is a mixture of blonde and brunette , its hard to tell. She has small boobs compared to mine wich are enormous. They started growing when I was 12 and haven't stopped since. I think they are finally coming to a halt. Im 19 by the way , just finished high school. My brother is 21 and taller than my father. I guess he is around 6'4 maybe. His name is jake , I call him jak to annoy him. \n\nAfter talking to Veronica about what jake was like she was astonished. She told me she though jake had tons of girls. I never talked to her about him before , because I have a secret locked in the depths of myself. I love jake , I love him more than a sister should love his brother. He is such a gentleman and he is always making sure Im ok and feeling good.\n\n I broke with my boyfriend last year and I was devastated. I cried for a whole week and didnt come out of my room. My parents would talk to me about how life was and that I should learn from this. It did not help. This is when jake takes me out to a hill at night and talks to me. He tells me about how this is just a dream , he tells me that this dream is what I make it. He puts his hand over my right leg and hugs me. \n\nThis is when the desire for my brother started. This whole year I have been building the courage to act on it and now is the time. I have planned it all. Veronica does not know what I have planned neither does Jake. This will be perfect. \n\nAfter talking to Veronica about this she immediately proposed a sleepover at my house. We made sure Jake would be there and proceeded to the plan\n\nThe next day she was knocking on the door exactly at 6 pm. She was early and eager to get started with her teasing. She stepped in , walked straight to my room and took a deep breath. She was nervous , I noticed this by the sweat on her boobs. She started asking if I had booty shorts as her parents never let her dress with such shorts. I handed her a black one and she dropped the sewatpants she was wearing exposing her round butt cheeks covered in sweat. I guess she ran on the way here. She stepped into them and pulled up , she tried a couple of times as it wouldn't go up because of her huge ass. She finally put them on and headed right out my room and into the living room. We laid there and put on one of jake's favorite movies. We started talking and watching at the same time until jake came and noticed one of his favorote scenes. He just stood there without talking and laid on th couch next to us. We went silent , I was feeling butterflies in my stomach because of the sexual tension I felt for him. I knew veronica would say something any minute. To my surprise she just stood up and went upstairs to use the restroom. 10 minutes passed and she sent me a text message. She would call for help and I needed to make jake go. So I stood up and headed outside to make a \" call \" A minute later I heard veronica call for help. Jake came outside and I picked up my phone quick and pretended to talk to someone. He said veronica needed help and I just shrugged it off and told him to go help her. As soon as he left I went in and to my surprise he did go. I laid on the couch and waited 5 minutes with my ears ready for any noise or talk I could hear from them. I did not hear anything so my suspicion arose and I tiptoed silently upstairs. I checked the bathroom and it was empty. Where could they have gone ? \n\nI heard a thump in my room. The door was closed. I walked to the door and turned the handle to be able to see through the door crack. I froze to what I saw. I saw Jake without his pants sitting on my bed and Veronica stripping for him while his stiff penis made sudden moves. It was the biggest dick I have ever seen , he was bigger than my boyfriend and thicker. The look of it made a cold chill go through my spine and into my vagina. I could feel how it began dripping\n\nVeronica continued stripping. First she took off her pink tank top and threw it to him revealing her small pointy breasts. She took them both and wiggled her body making them bounce. Jake's penis swelled even more and Veronica bit her lower lip. She then turned around and sat her wide ass on my brother's shaft. She started taking off her shorts slowly revealing more of her pale behind to him. The booty short hit the floor and all that was left was her with only a white thong. She was grinding her ass against my brother when all of a sudden she got down on her knees and crawled to the middle of the room. She laid down and raised her ass up into the air and wiggled it. \n\n\" Dont you want to see what's under this thong jake ? \" She asked with a sexy voice\n\nJake immediately got up and walked towards her. He bent and laid on his left knee and used the other for support. She was still wiggling her ass and biting her lower lip when he grabbed his cock and moved it to one of her ass cheeks. He slapped both of her butt cheeks with his penis before presenting it in the middle of them. He pulled the thong apart and rubbed his tip agains her dripping vagina. She stopped biting her lip and let out a moan. Thats when he pushed against her love tunnel meeting no resistance. It went in smooth like butter. She tensed her feet and lifted her lower legs. She curved her back even more and started moaning with each thrust my brother made. He was only putting in two thirds of his massive cock and she was almost passing out. She orgasmed 2 minutes after penetration and my brother was still going. Her ass was turning from white to read because of the slaps he made with each thrust. His balls hit her clit with each thrust too. After 5 minutes of back and forth she let out a loud moan and collapsed smiling and slept. My brother didn't even finish and he just laid back against the bed. That is when I come in in this story. \n\nI opened the door and acted shocked to see them both in my room and like this. I gasped ( my acting skills are impressive when I want to ) \nI looked at victoria and then at my lovely brother and said nothing. He was clearly shocked as he got up and started saying sorry. He started sweating because of the nerves. I just walked towards him calmly and pushed myself against him while grabbing his big cock. I made sure tu push my tits against his chest. He gasped at this and tried to say something. Before he did I moved my finger against his lips and began moving both of my hands up and down his throbing boner. My tits shook in rythm with my hands. His boner began to get even harder and he put his head back moaning. I stopped for a minute and removed my shirt revealing my massive tits. They were firm and my nipples were hard as a rock. He began sucking on them while I played with his cock. I dont know what felt better , if his cock in my hands or him sucking on my hard nipples. Minutes went by like this and I got tired , but this moment would not end like this. So I took my tits with my hands and moved them over his junk. I pressed them firmly wrapping his cock between them. I spit on it and began moving them up and down. He started into my eyes with love. I did the same and we both went into trance. Time just vanished and it was just me and him. After a few minutes I began to feel his cock pulse harder and harder. He moaned even more and shot his seed all over my face and tits. He was still ejaculating when I took him in my mouth and gulped each shot of the salty semen. It tasted so good. I stayed hugging his cock with my lips for a minute and let it pop out of my mouth. I licked the rest on his penis and then with my finger I took the semen on my face and tits and into my mouth. He gasped when I fid this and pulled me towards him. We stayed there hugging for 15 minutes until we heard the door open. My parents were home. He quickly ran out and into his room and veronica and I stayed in my room. They came to check on us but I locked my door.\n\n\" Do you girls need something ? \" My mom asked knocking on the door \n\n\" No mom , thanks \" I replied\n\nThey did not know one bit of what happened. Veronica passed out with her fluids dripping from her love tunnel and I still eating salty cum. What a day"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fantasy related prompts please.
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"content": "I posted [this prompt](https://old.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/aweurd/wpa_young_noblewoman_at_a_party_who_had_her_drink/) earlier. \n\nIf you're looking for something new, here you go: \n\nA priestess trying to break a curse ends up ensnared by it as well, making her and the adventurer who came seeking her services obsessed with each other. A series of increasingly unorthodox \"rituals\" to break the curse ensues. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and your friend share the same last name. You don't think about it that much, but you probably should have specified the two of you weren’t married when booking a room for the weekend.
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"content": "\"I'm sorry, but the confirmation from High Line Vacations was clear: one suite for the Millners,\" the receptionist explained. Joel and Avery stood agog at the front desk as she summarized the mix up again, and reiterated the total lack of power to change any of it. \n\nThe so-called \"free weekend\" at this 'historic' time share complex cost them each three hours of their time last week, right before finals. It was easy to dodge the high-pressure sales pitch, since both were in debt up to their eyeballs. Discovering that their efforts would be rewarded with a shared room at this dilapidated hotel in the Pocono Mountains was just the mealy-mouthed icing on the shit cake.\n\nAvery leaned over the counter and put on her best kiss-ass expression. She slid a twenty dollar bill to the edge and asked, \"Are you sure, there's no more vacancies?\"\n\nThe receptionist swiped the bill and typed sarcastically on her keyboard. She looked up at Avery and smiled. \"I'll make sure you get fresh towels each day. Any thing else I do for you?\"\n\nJoel slumped his shoulders and grabbed the key cards. They made their to the lobby elevators and found their floor. \"She said it was a suite, so maybe it's bigger,\" he said optimistically. The door chirped and whirred as Avery inserted her card. \n\n\"It's... something,\" she said, laughing. \n\n\"What... the fuck?\" Joel asked as he entered the room. He walked past the modest bathroom and closet door and gaped at the water fixture that dominated the bedroom: an elevated hot tub made of clear plastic, shaped like a champagne cocktail glass. Carpeted steps along the side led to the rim of the tub, already bubbling.\n\nAvery threw her small luggage onto the heart-shaped bed and watched the bag undulate, pitching and rolling on the comforter. \"Water bed, dude. A fucking water bed.\" They stared at each other in silence then burst out laughing. They decided to make the best of it and ordered room service. \n\nThey finished their 'Honeymooners special' dinner, a huge cut of steak meant to be shared, along with classic side dishes that were *en vogue* sixty years ago, probably at the same time the hotel opened. Mercifully, the time share voucher gave them unlimited access to the minibar all weekend, and they drained all the five-ounce bottles of pinot. \n\n\"I have to admit, that was pretty good,\" Avery said, tapping her belly. \"Maybe some classics are timeless.\"\n\n\"Yeah, like that giant petri dish for Legionnaire's Disease over there?\" \n\nAvery looked at him sternly. \"I dare you to hop in.\"\n\n\"No. fucking. way.\"\n\nAvery wasn't sure if it was the wine but she felt emboldened. She stood by the edge of the bed and stripped down to her panties and bra. \"Come on, chicken. I bet it will feel great.\"\n\nJoel looked up at the ceiling with embarrassment, but he'd already seen her pink flesh and freckles. \"Jesus, Avery, I said no.\" He watched her faint shadows move across the ceiling and finally looked down when he heard the splash of the water.\n\n\"Hoo, that's hot!\" she exclaimed. \"Oh, they have bath bombs. Come here, Joel!\"\n\nThe clear tub left nothing to the imagination, and Joel thought saw his friend in a totally new light. He ambled up the stairs and sat on the bath mat. He noticed a chrome knob with a picture of bubbles and turned it.\n\n\"Oooh, that feels nice,\" Avery said as the jets turned the bubbling water into a turbid cauldron. She looked up at Joel and cajoled him to join her.\n\n\"Fine, but you have to turn around.\"\n\n\"Fine,\" she said, looking back towards the main room. She didn't tell him the opposite wall was a mirror, but what he didn't notice was his own fault. She watched him gingerly slide his pants and briefs before pulling his shirt off. \"Nice whitey tighties,\" she said as he stepped into the tub.\n\n\"You *were* peeking, you perv!\" he exclaimed, then he finally noticed all the mirrored surfaces around them. They would never be able to take their eyes off each other. \n\nAvery slid next to Joel, the steam rising around them. \"Isn't this nice?\" she asked.\n\nJoel swallowed the small lump in his throat. \"Y-yeah, this is like OG swanky.\"\n\nAvery rested her head on his shoulder, the wet ends of her hair swept onto him by the water jets. She looked at him with different eyes and slid her hand onto his chest. \"Isn't *this* nice too?\"\n\nJoel let his hand loosen as his nerves went away, replaced by vapor and a swelling in his heart. \"I... I never knew,\" he said as he moved his hand to her lap. Turning more to face her, he held her chin with his free hand and leaned in for a kiss.\n\nAvery smiled as Joel nibbled on her neck and ears. She gasped as he played with her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. \"Oh god, Joel, that feels so fucking good.\"\n\nJoel felt like a train engine out of control, his body on fire. He wanted to touch every part of her, to feel her rock and grind into him. His breath became ragged, as he kissed her chest and arms at the waterline, steam clinging to her breasts. He felt light-headed, and pushed off Avery. \"I uh, think I'm gonna pass out.\"\n\nAvery slapped his face to keep him awake and dragged him out of the tub. He was red as a boiled lobster. She ran down the stairs and brought back two bottles of water. \"Here Joel, drink.\"\n\n\"I guess I'm not used to hot tubs,\" he said, sitting up. \"I feel better now, Avery. Much better. Thanks for the water.\"\n\nShe kissed him on the lips and smiled. \"Have you ever done it on a water bed?\"\n\n\"There's a first time for everything!\"\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome. BTW, champagne hot tubs are real and *disgusting*."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She's cursed. Not matter how large she tries, she always has the feeling that she can't cum unless she's fucked with something just a little larger
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"content": "\"Aw, COME ON!\" Stella screamed. She threw the rugby football her bedroom door in frustration, knocking down her hung clothes to the floor with a clatter. A few moments later, she heard her roommate knocking on the door.\n\n\"Stella, you okay in there?\" Liz asked. \"Can I come in?\"\n\n\"Yeah, yeah,\" she sighed. Liz opened the door just a crack and peered in. Stella pulled her bedsheets over her naked body until only her bloodshot eyes were visible.\n\n\"Stella, you've been um, *off* for a few days now,\" Liz said, sitting on the bed. \"Do you want to talk about it?\"\n\n*I don't want to talk I WANT TO CUM*, Stella thought, but guarded her feelings. \"You're gonna think I'm crazy.\"\n\n\"Try me.\"\n\n\"I... I think I'm cursed. This panhandler asked for change and I said I didn't have any, but I guess when I walked off she heard the change in my pocket. I told her it was mine and that she should get a job. That's when she cursed me.\"\n\n\"What did she say?\"\n\n\"She said that my greed would be my curse, that I will never be satisfied again. I brushed it off because, you know, crazy people are crazy. That night I was watching *Tomb Raider* and suddenly got this hot flash, in my belly, but lower.\"\n\n\"Mmm hmm. Show me where.\"\n\n\"It's embarrassing,\" Stella whined. She pushed the covers down and rubbed her soft skin between her belly button and her pubic mound. \"Right here. I felt aroused but I couldn't figure out why. I'm usually good at ignoring the impulse, but for some reason that night, it was more *insistent*. I started to touch myself... down there.\"\n\n\"Your pussy. You played with your pussy.\"\n\n\"You're so crass. But yeah. I felt like my body was humming inside and I needed to feel it. I was a little wet and my finger slid in my vagina so easily, I was ashamed.\"\n\nLiz stroked Stella's hair back. \"Why were you ashamed? You have every right to love yourself.\"\n\n\"I felt ashamed because I couldn't feel my finger. I stuck two, then three fingers in me but it didn't make me feel any better. I thought I must be some kind of loose slut. I gave up and tried to sleep but didn't get more than an hour.\"\n\n\"That explains the crankiness. You must be exhausted.\"\n\n\"In more ways than one. The next day I tried bigger things, but nothing could make the aching go away. I tried my bottle of conditioner, the hair brush handle, even the cucumber in the fridge.\"\n\n\"Ew, gross, I made that into a salad!\" Liz exclaimed, giggling.\n\n\"I know, I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I did wash it before putting it back. I wish it had done the trick but everything I put in my pussy just felt like stretching an elastic.\"\n\n\"Have you tried playing with this?\" Liz asked, placing her fingers on Stella's hooded clit. She dragged little circles over it and Stella squirmed before smacking the back of her hand.\n\n\"Yeah, I played with it but it just feels like squishing a mini marshmallow. It doesn't help.\"\n\n\"Well, what are you thinking about when you're busy shoving crap into your pussy?\"\n\n\"Thinking? I'm not thinking of anything I guess. I had half of that football in my gooch and I guess I was wishing this would be the one thing to get me off, but then...\"\n\n\"Nothing?\"\n\n\"Nada. God damn, I'm so fucking frustrated, I feel like I'm going to burst.\"\n\nLiz stood up. \"Stella, have you even considered that maybe you're not cursed, maybe your not some size-queen slut?\" She pulled off her teeshirt and let her dark skinned breasts drop and bounce in front of Stella's widening gaze. \"You're not cursed, you're a lesbian.\"\n\nBefore Stella could say anything, Liz leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. Stella's neck relaxed and her head fell into the pillows, moaning softly as Liz held her down with just her warm, tender lips. Liz took Stella's hand and raised it to her breast, and guided her fingers around her hardening nipples. Liz let out a gasp as Stella figured out how to play, then she raised Stella to a sitting position. Liz moved the pillows and sat behind her, letting Stella lean back into her bare chest. Liz waited for so long, hoping that Stella would finally realize what she'd already guessed ever since they became roommates.\n\n\"I'm going to make you feel so good,\" Liz whispered in her ear, while rubbing slow circles over her belly. \"Any time this doesn't feel good, you tell me, okay?\"\n\n\"Mmm,\" Stella moaned. She relaxed and let her arms fall to her side.\n\n\"Listen my dear, your pussy isn't a machine, you can't just mechanically a football in it and expect to cum. You need some *inspiration*,\" Liz said, watching Stella wiggle on the last word. \"I'm going to give you some things to think about okay?\n\n\"You said this started when you were watching *Tomb Raider*, so let's go with that. Imagine Angelina in the hot jungle in those tight, tight cargo shorts and the leather straps. Can you see her tits, barely contained in that tank top? Mmmph.\"\n\nLiz ran her fingers over Stella's hairy mound and found her clit, swelling with arousal. She began to circle it again. \"It doesn't feel like a marshmallow now, does it?\" she asked coyly. \n\nStella nodded, then shook her head in confusion, then nodded again. \"Oh fuck, that feels good,\" she moaned.\n\nLiz laughed and stayed on her clit while playing with her nipples. \n\n\"Can you see Angelina's eyes, focused on you? It's her that's making you feel this way, making you ache for some relief. Let my hands be her hands, her fingers running up and down your hot, wet slit. You're so wet for her already, wet for my touch.\"\n\nStella spread her legs wider as Liz curled her finger into her pussy. She moaned and bit her lip as Liz rubbed her clit with her thumb and moved her finger in and out of her tight hole. It felt like nothing else, having someone do this to her, playing with her senses so tenderly.\n\n\"You're so close now, baby, I can feel you throbbing on my finger,\" Liz whispered. She held Stella's belly with her free hand, feeling her buck and grind into her while her finger slapped against her wet sex. \"That's it Stella, cum for me baby, cum on Angelina's finger.\"\n\n\"F-fuck!\" Stella screamed as the orgasm pulsed over her body, the days of denial finally released in a torrent of shudders and quivering muscle. Liz held her close to ride the rush as Stella rolled in her arms, legs spreading and shutting on their own. Liz held her tightly as Stella came down, melting back into her. \n\n\"Feel better?\" Liz asked, stroking Stella's hair.\n\n\"Yeah, that was great. I never knew it could be like that.\"\n\n\"They don't teach you that where you come from?\"\n\n\"I was home schooled.\"\n\nLiz laughed. \"Well I guess they must have skipped that unit.\"\n\n***\n\nI'm not sure this was exactly what you were thinking with respect to the prompt, but I hope you liked it. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where giants, humans and tinies/fairies all peacefully coexist, you have forbidden love for a differently-sized being.
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"content": "Contains considerable size differences.\n***\n*I shouldn't be here*, Siobhan thought as she walked in the woods. She was ill-prepared for any lengthy hike, wearing sweats, a hoodie, and low-cut Converse sneakers that transmitted every bump and stone on the trail. Siobhan shook off her doubts and pushed into the forest with renewed determination. She wouldn't have much time if she dilly-dallied, as the morning sun was gaining strength and would burn off the fog in a couple hours.\n\nShe found the clearing marked in her notebook, surrounded by a copse of unusually thin trees uphill from the trail. Any hiker could find it if they were really looking for it, but most people kept their eyes on the path, focused on reaching the waterfalls a few miles away. Siobhan carefully pushed the small branches away from her face and looked back; the trail was gone. Looking head, the clearing looked pale, covered in swirling mist. Siobhan walked slowly, carefully treading on stones only. If her feet broke a twig, or crushed a dry leaf, it would be all over. Siobhan crept onto the large boulder just outside of the clearing and peered in.\n\nThe mist began to clear and she could make out the group of red-capped toadstools and young ferns sprouting from the fertile earth. A mound of moss-covered dirt was piled behind them, and as she squinted, she could make out the faint outline of a tiny wooded door, which began to open.\n\nThe little man came out cautiously, his hand waving the shillelagh in the mist as if to scare off invisible specters. He was no taller than a chipmunk, and just as easy to rattle. He opened the door wider and stepped out in shiny black boots and white leggings. He buttoned his green overcoat then buffed the brass buckle on his hat before donning it over his curly red hair. He inhaled deeply, as if to take in all of Mother Nature with a single whiff. \n\n\"You can come out now, dear,\" he said in her general direction. \"No one will see us with the glamour about.\"\n\nSiobhan stepped into the clearing and knelt down on the moss. \"It's good to see you Seamus. I've missed you.\"\n\n\"It's only been two moons, me dear,\" Seamus replied. \"When you're as old as me, ya learn to be patient. Now then, love, let's get down to it.\" \n\nShe plucked him up by the scruff of his coat and held him at her eye level. His green eyes were offset by freckles as numerous as the toadstools below. As she brought him closer to her face, her nose crinkled with fairie dust. He smelled like warm apple pie and cloves. Siobhan could feel the scents fill her lungs with a spike of warmth and more than a dash of lust. She placed him in the palm of her cupped hand and let him recline against her fingers. \n\n\"That's new, Seamus, what's it made of?\"\n\n\"Oh, a little bit of this, a little bit of that, two shakes of a lamb's tail.\"\n\n\"Isn't that a metaphor for time?\"\n\n\"Oh, well, who's the Fae alchemist *now*, eh missy? How's the pot o gold work treatin' ya?\" \n\n\"Fine,\" she said, \"don't tell me. It smells nice though. It feels good too.\"\n\n\"*Do it* now?\" he said sarcastically, removing his coat and boots. \"Does it make ya stir?\" \n\n\"Ooh, I'm stirring, alright,\" she said, unzipping her hoodie part way down. Siobhan's ample breasts pushed the sides open, revealing her lack of anything underneath. \n\nSeamus peeled off the rest of his clothes and threw the heap into her cleavage. He stood in her hand, naked as the dawn and looked into her half drawn eyes. \"me dear, you look good enough to eat.\"\n\nSiobhan stared at his tiny naked body. Tufts of fine red hair covered his chest, a happy trail descending his torso, ending at another pool of red hair. \"You too, Seamus.\" She gently pinched his torso, front to back with her thumb and index finger and lifted him from her hand. She licked her lips, getting them slick and wet. \"Are you ready?\"\n\n\"I'm always ready for a hot bath, me dear.\"\n\nShe tilted her head back and slowly lowered his dangling legs into her mouth, until her lips closed around his chest. Seamus brushed her lips with his arms and hummed a folksong as Siobhan sucked on his body. Her tongue easily moved over and around his legs, savoring his impish flesh. She moaned softly as his sweet scented skin sent waves of pleasure through her tongue and nose. Seamus spread his legs and she darted her tongue in between. The subtle earthy tang was a savory note in a symphony of flavors that made her wet with desire.\n\nSiobhan leaned back against the edge of trees and spread her legs. She could feel the heat between her legs become more and more needy as she kept Seamus in her mouth. She opened her hoodie all the way and slipped her hand under her waistband. Siobhan's panties were already wet, and she used her own juices to rub into her clit. Seamus could feel her moans over his body as she pleasured herself. Seamus spun around so that he was face-down. He watched her fingers move under her sweats, catching only a glimpse of the action when her hand moved out of the way. He wrapped his legs around her tongue and rode the wet muscle, smiling as the thousands of taste buds grazed against his tiny cock. \n\n\"Gnu kayf ike orung,\" she said while he fucked her tongue. \n\n\"What was that dear?\"\n\nSiobhan pulled him out, spit dribbling out, over her chin. She sucked him clean again and swallowed. \"I said, you taste like oranges.\"\n\n\"Is that okay, me dear?\"\n\n\"It's divine,\" Siobhan replied. She pulled her sweats down to her knees and lowered him closer to the edge of her mound. \"I'm ready for you, Seamus.\"\n\n\"I reckon you are,\" he said, rubbing her slick pussy lips. Everywhere his hands went, Siobhan's pussy tingled with hot and cold flashes, causing her to pucker and squirm. He climbed onto her mound and straddled the hood around her clit, then began to grind on it. \n\n\"Oh, fuck, Seamus,\" she moaned. \"That feels so good.\"\n\nHe leaned down and spread her lips. In a blink of an eye, he slid down her wet slit and dove head first into her pussy. \n\n\"Oh, Fuck!\" she squealed, feeling him slip in and fill her. Inside, Seamus let her walls surround him, and he began to move his whole body rhythmically. If anyone could see it, it would look like he was doing the butterfly crawl. Every stroke of his arm, every slow kick sent waves of pleasure through Siobhan. Her pussy was weeping with her cream as Seamus moved inside her with practiced dexterity. She grabbed a breast and tweaked her nipple to distract her from the orgasm she was building to, but also played with her clit because she really did want to cum.\n\nSeamus could feel her body clench and release around his own, every inch of his skin in contact with her flesh. He loved that he could bring her to such heights of pleasure, and when he thought about it more, he knew that he *loved her* as well. Though the rules of the Seelie Court would prevent them from ever coupling for life, he thought that moments like these would make their separation a little more bearable. \n\n\"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh my god! I'm cumming!\" she shouted as she tipped over the edge and beared down on her pussy. Siobhan bucked and arched her back, rolling around on the moss as each pulse sent her shuddering with delight. She stretched out, panting in the morning sun. She felt Seamus' tiny hands breach out from her pussy and hold onto her lips, then felt him slide out of her. He was covered head to toe in her cream, and she picked him up by his shoulders and popped him back into her mouth, sucking him like a popsicle. She kissed his head and matted hair before letting him rest between her breasts and get changed. \n\n\"Is there no way, Seamus?\" she asked as he finished buffing his buckle. \"No way that we could be together?\"\n\n\"Tis tragic, but true, me dear. In me 800 years on this plane of existence, I have not heard of a pairing like ours.\"\n\n\"I wish we could, or maybe take you back to my world.\" \n\n\"Ah, but in your world, I would be hunted down by the cunts who think there's still a pot o gold to be had.\"\n\n\"There's not?\"\n\nSeamus smiled and held her lips with his outstretched arms. \"It's a figure of speech me dear, t'ain't no gold, never been any.\" He kissed her chin then scampered down in a jiffy. Siobhan blinked and he was already at his door. \"Go home, me love.\"\n\nSiobhan zipped up her hoodie and pulled up her pants, then left the clearing as silently as she entered. Seamus closed the door behind him and stared at the mountain of crocks, filled to the brim with gold coin and thought, *Maybe I tell her next time.*\n\n***\n\nA little early for St. Patrick's Day, but I hope you liked it. Comments and feedback are welcome.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A new theme park has opened! Its a sex park with at least one attraction for every fetish the creator could think of. Even the employees are up for grabs! And you won a free season pass!
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"content": "(Okay, so this is a slightly different approach to what the prompt suggests, because I'll be writing from the point of view of one of the park employees, but I hope it still fits the bill! \\^\\^ )\n\n&#x200B;\n\n**Part 1**\n\nSarah checked her extremely heavy, glittery makeup in the mirror one last time as she made her final preparations to step out into the public area of the sex-park. Working the bimbo-section was always fun, but it could be *murder* on your heels if you weren't careful. After all, the massive platform heels she had to wear would be tricky in any situation, but when you added in the fact that both her chest and ass were heavily padded under her tiny mini-skirt and cutesy pink crop-top, it was even harder. The trick was to get the weight off your feet as frequently as possible, while still managing to look like an absolute natural in your heels who'd never want to wear anything else... Often the only way to manage that was to lie back and take a cock or two, but hey, that was just another perk of the job!\n\nShe paused to tuck away a strand of her own brown hair which had crept out from under the massive blonde wig she was wearing to complete the look; Sarah had a particularly fun task today after one of the park guests had made a special request, and she wanted to make sure she really looked the part for it. She took one last steadying breath, her padded chest rising and falling magnificently as she fixed a perfect, mindless smile on her face before stepping out into the park proper.\n\n\"Hey there Krystal!\" a syrupy voice called out, the moment Sarah was outside. Krystal was her stage name whenever she was filling the role of a park bimbo; she even had a name tag to match, complete with little hearts and kiss-marks she'd doodled onto it. Sarah, or rather Krystal, turned to see who had called to her and was immediately confronted by one of her similarly attired and ludicrously curvy-looking coworkers, Laura. Laura was barely recognisable under her massive fake eyelashes and big, puffed-up, ruby-red lips, with a name-tag reading \"Sapphire\" bouncing on her chest with every strutting step she took in her heels.\n\n\"Ohmigosh, Sapphire, *hiiiii!*\" Krystal squealed, adopting the bubbly, air-headed accent that was mandatory for anyone playing the part of a bimbo in the park. \"I'm like, *so* glad to see you here!\" Krystal giggled, pulling her friend into a big bear-hug that forced their padded chests to smush together heavily. They were already attracting eager attention from some of the park visitors; normally they would be getting right down to servicing them then and there, but this time they had a special job to do. \n\nThe two bimbos tottered up onto the central stage of this park zone, the neon-pink lights flaring up as Aqua's *Barbie Girl* started to blast on the speakers. A crowd immediately started to gather, as a performance like this always meant something fun was about to happen. Audience participation was always a part of the show, after all...\n\n\"*Helloooooo, Sex-Park!*\" Sapphire called out, speaking into a microphone as the two park workers strutted up and down the stage, their assets bouncing even at this slow pace. While acting the part of the mindless bimbo, Sapphire was also subtly scanning the audience for their target; she gave Krystal a subtle nod of confirmation when she noticed her.\n\n\"Gosh, you must like, *really* like us to have all come to this part of the park just for us!\" Krystal continued the spiel, giggling into her own microphone. \"But umm, there's only...\" She frowned a little, as if doing some difficult mental mathematics. \"...*Two* of us here, and that's not nearly enough for everyone to have fun, right?\" The audience whooped and cheered for the promise of more bimbos; some of the more experienced park-goers realised where this was going though, and were already moving themselves towards or away from the stage based on how keen they were to catch the glamorous gaze of the two bimbo-divas.\n\n\"Ohmi*gawd* Krystal, you are *so* right! We're gonna need another assistant!\" Sapphire huffed, pouting adorably as her eyes scanned the crowd. Now the mood was really shifting; some of the audience members were thrilled at the idea, others looking mortified, especially some of the guys. They'd seen in the past that the park didn't discriminate between guys and girls when it came to bimbofying guests.\n\nFortunately for them, Sapphire and Krystal already knew exactly who they were looking for, and they caught sight of her near the middle of the audience. She was holding her boyfriend's hand tightly and grinning at the show. That was a good sign; they'd had bad experiences in the past with guests who had been 'volunteered' by friends or lovers, but had wanted nothing to do with it. The 'volunteers' boyfriend was smirking widely, as well; it wasn't hard to figure out who had nominated her for the treatment.\n\nHowever, before they could home in on their target, the two park-bimbos wanted to rile up the crowd a bit first.\n\n\"Oooh, *ooohh!* What about this one, Sapphire?!\" Krystal squealed with delight as she squatted down at the front of the stage, beaming at a slim twenty-something guy, who immediately stammered and tried to back away as his friends laughed. \"He's cute! Maybe he'd like to become even cuter for all the boys!\"\n\nSapphire shook her head, pulling Krystal away before the stammering male guest had a full-blown panic attack. \"Nuh uh, we need someone else,\" Sapphire said, as she surveyed the crowd.\n\n\"Oh! Pick me! *Pick me!*\" A red-haired woman was yelling from the front of the crowd, literally bouncing up and down and waving her hand in the air out of eagerness. Sapphire just had to laugh.\n\n\"Mmm, sorry sweetie, but not this time. Come find us later though and I promise we can arrange something that's like, *so* cute for you!\" Sapphire paused for a moment longer, leaving the slightly crestfallen lady behind as she pretended to be checking the crowd at random. Finally her eyes alighted on the 'volunteer', and she pointed one of her extremely long fake nails at the girlfriend that had been nominated.\n\n\"*Her!* Krystal, be a babe and go fetch that girl for me, I think we have a winner!\" Krystal nodded eagerly, clambering down from the stage and wobbling through the crowds, 'accidentally' rubbing up against as many people as possible as she moved closer and closer to her target. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Unanswered Prompts
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"content": "I had three, posted the same day 4 days ago.\n \nAnything with Angels\n\n>Two guardian angels fight over one human, only for the human to suggest sharing.\n\n>OR\n\n>When aroused, an angels wings are incredibly sensitive. Grooming is an orgasmic experience.\n\n>OR\n\n>A human happens to be into freaky shit, and really wants to get weird with the more inhuman angels.\n\nSuccubus Fluff & Smut\n\n>A succubus poses as a ladies yoga instructor. Each class, she picks one student for some one on one time, and uses her powers to bit by bit corrupt her students into unquenchable sex addicts. Today is the day she reveals the truth, and gets the flexible lesbian orgy she's always wanted. Bonus points for post orgy cuddling/aftercare.\n\nMind Break/Sexual Training\n\n>A yoga instructor discovers a series of pressure points that make the target incredibly horny. She uses it on her ladies yoga class, and the more complex the yoga pose, the hornier the students get, till it becomes an all out flexible orgy.\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] She got her paws on her prey.
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"content": "Oksana was too quick for her prey.\n\n\nWith movements that were honed by much practice, she unzipped his pants and took his mouth to her all in one fluid motion.\n\n\nHer prey, her hapless roommate, Hogarth, could do nothing as her soft hands caressed his hardening cock, and her serpentine tongue danced around his. \n\n\nHe wasn’t used to letting someone else take control, but Oksana made losing it feel so good. She is tugging his hard dick faster and faster now. Her breath is raspier and her tongue more aggressive than ever.\n\n\nOksana moves to her second stage. She effortless lifted him up (taking care to not hurt her precious penis) and dumped him on his bed.\n\n\nThe foreplay was done.\n\n\nShe ripped away his unneeded clothes. \n\n\nWhen Oksana’s pussy touched his penis, Hogarth could feel the wetness leaking through.\n\n\nThe foreplay was done, and she consumed him.\n\n\nThey both roared in ecstasy. Oksana’s so wet inside; her flesh drenching Hogarth’s rod with lustful heat. She smirked and grabbed his neck and began to ride him.\n\n\nThe more she pulsed on him the more she moaned. Hogarth could do nothing but moan away as Oksana rode on and on.\n\n\nShe got even more aggressive and clung to him tightly. Hogarth finally decided to be aggressive back and bit her neck. She smelled so good; of fresh flowers and roasted meats.\n\n\nHis bite obviously did nothing to her but it did shock her. Oksana growled in approval and began to thrust deeper and harder than ever. The bed was slick with their juices and sweat.\n\n\nOksana’s moaning died down.\nSo did Hogarth’s.\n\n\nAt once, they screamed in pure pleasure and they both came. They jammed their hips into one another; no fluids will escape their unison.\n\n\nAnd they finally stopped, panting in exhaustion. They cuddled and lightly kissed. Their lust has been satiated.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It’s not something that you're into, but you do it for them.
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"content": "Brad walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist and his hair still wet and matted to his forehead, to find his wife sitting on the bed crossed legged with an eager smile. She pats the bed and scoots over to give him room.\n\nHe sits on the bed and she gives him a big kiss. \n\n“That’s the last time your doing that tonight. “\n\nShe started to unwrap his towel. She didn’t seem to even know he said anything. \n\n“So like do I jerk off during this or?”\n\n“If you want to.”\n\nShe slides off the bed and onto the floor. She gets on her knees and picks up his foot. She begins to kiss his foot and each toe. It’s not his thing but every once in a while he’ll sit back and let her indulge. The look of horny glee in her big brown eyes made it worth it. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The secret day of a 50s housewife [CC]
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"content": "Well done! I really enjoyed this. I especially enjoyed the twist on the stereotype. The title led my preconceived notions to expect Dorothy would end up in his basement ‘playroom’. What a treat to read a love story and to see him place her on a pedestal! \n\nThanks for posting this!\n\nTBH, I think the story would be stronger if he takes her to four and shares in the experience. That would have wrapped up the initial premise. But, the piece works very well as written with the caring and thoughtful lover delaying his gratification. \n\nIf I may pick some nits?:\n\n>... after a few more lick … a whispered thank you to her sex she didn’t think she could hear …\n\nThis is after number one. I think you mean lick**s**, plural and ‘to her sex **he** didn’t think she could hear’. \n\n> … cleaning up the wet spot on her table ...\n\nIn the next paragraph, where did the wet spot come from? Did you mean chair?\n\n> … local baseball team would probably need a new coach …\n\nI think *manager* works better than *coach* for baseball, especially in the 1950’s\n\n> … everyone on the road …\n\nTo me, *street* feels more like a neighborhood than *road*\n\n>Should we head back inside love? **Its** starting\n\nTypo - it is or it’s "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world in which people instinctively start slowly taking off clothes/showing skin when they’re attracted to someone, no matter the situation
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"content": "Stop 4 of 5 of a Manic Monday [Link to First Stop](https://old.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/b7tw1k/wp_an_entry_in_the_diary_of_a_girl_on_the_day_of/) \n\nThey took a few more steps, still walking hand and hand before they heard a soft giggle. They had stumbled upon two young lovers just ending a kiss. The girl giggled as she pulled her tee over her head. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra as her boyfriend unzipped and dropped his jeans. \n\nThe girls looked at each other and then grinned. Natalie unzipped her jeans and Becca helped her take them off, making sure you run her fingers over her freshly exposed skin. She could see the tremor in Natalie’s knees. When both feet were clear Becca placed a hand on the backs of each of Natalie’s knees and slid them upward until her fingertips slipped just under her panties. She could see Natalie’s juices running down her leg and she heard her moan as she retraced her path. \n\nBecca stood in front of Natalie and turned her back. Natalie pulled the zipper of her top down and took the hem in her thumbs and index fingers. She slowly lifted the top over Becca’s head making sure to trail her free fingers over her skin. After the top slipped over Becca’s head, Natalie ran her hands down her friend’s arms. When she reached her elbows Becca cried out and her knees gave way. Natalie managed to grab Becca around the waist to support her. Becca cried out sharply when she felt her friend’s hands on her abdomen. \n\nThe girls were lost in their reverie, oblivious to their surroundings. The didn’t realize nearly half the couples in the park had removed some clothing and a few were totally naked. \n\nThe police were on the scene in a few minutes. \n\n[Link to Fifth Stop](https://old.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/b7w49x/wp_newly_designed_for_civilian_crowd_control/)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An entry in the diary of a girl on the day of her first time with another girl.
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"content": "[MM] Stop 1 of 5 of a Manic Monday\n\nDear Diary. \n\nYeah, I know I missed yesterday, but you won’t believe what happened. I had an unbelievable day. What a story! I was thinking of posting it on that sub, you know the one, where you can put up stories for constructive criticism. I would too, but I know every comment would be something like too far fetched or not believable. \n\nWell, anyway, I’ll tell you the whole story but I can't wait to tell you the end. \n\nI'm in love! I met someone and I just know this is the right lover for me. See, the events of the day just made me realize it. After all these relationships over all these years and a failed marriage, I finally figured out what’s been wrong. I like *girls!* \n\nI’m in love with Becca! We met by chance but hit it off immediately. We ended up in the park, just hugging and touching for hours. Then we went to her place and made love all night long. \n\nOh, Dear Diary, I’m in love! We already have plans to live together, which will piss Tony off, but, WTF, he’s got to get real. \n\nSo, that’s the conclusion but let me tell you what it took to get there! It all started when Tony and I had our weekly session with that creepy marriage counselor.\n\n[Link to Second Stop](https://old.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/b7tg9w/wp_a_young_married_couple_goes_to_counseling_they/)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've heard of people being really sweet while playing with hardcore kinks, but what about people being very intense with totally innocent kinks?
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"content": "Barry laid in bed with only the bedsheet covering his naked body. He waited patiently for Kim to exit the bathroom and kick off the highlight of their anniversary. He stared at the door, looking for shadows under the gap, then saw the bathroom go dark. Kim stepped into the bedroom wearing a sheer pink teddy with soft fur lining the hem that hit her at her petite waist. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation as she slowly crawled into bed.\n\n\"Are you excited, honey?\" she asked, drawing circles on his hairy chest with her finger. She looked at the pitched tent between his legs and his grizzled beard and smiled. She teased the drawstring that held the neckline together. \"Do you want to open your present?\"\n\nHe swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. Barry ran his fingers over the sheer and lace,dancing over the curve of her breasts until he grasped the drawstring. As he grazed her firm nipples, Kim closed her eyes and let out a soft moan.\n\n\"Are you alright?\" Barry asked, stopping. Kim opened her eyes and looked at him.\n\n\"Oh, I'm sorry, yeah. It's just that, it felt so good, I almost forgot.\"\n\n\"That's okay,\" he said. \"Let's just try, tonight especially, okay?\"\n\n\"Right. Eyes wide open.\"\n\nBarry pulled the drawstring and watched her breasts spread the teddy apart, exposing her smooth belly. Kim leaned down and kissed him on the mouth, looking deeply into his eyes as their lips pressed into each other. She sucked on his lower lip and watched him arch his neck from her touch. \n\nKim reached into the sheet and gripped his hard cock. His shaft was hot to the touch, her fingers barely able to wrap around him completely. She slid the sheet down to his ankles then moved between his legs.\n\n\"Are you watching?\" she asked, staring into his eyes. He licked his lips and breathed heavily as she stroked his inner thighs. Kim reached down and cupped his balls until he groaned with pleasure. She grabbed the base of his cock and began to stroke him slowly. \"I love how hard you get for me baby, can't you see how much I want it too?\"\n\nKim lowered her head and took his tip into her mouth, without losing eye contact. Her perfect mascara and lashes framed her blue eyes as she sucked his head, pressing her tongue around it.\n\n\"Fuck, baby, that feels so good,\" he moaned. He fought his own body to keep staring at her, but wishing he could close his eyes as his arousal built up faster. He would not let her down. As she went down on him even faster, his breath became more haggard and he felt her drool run down his balls and legs. He sat up and lifted her face so he could kiss her, breathing heavily on her neck. \n\nKim moved forward and positioned herself over his cock. She was already dripping wet, waitin for this moment, then she dropped. \"Oh fuck,\" she moaned, keeping her eyes half open until she regained her composure. His thick cock filled her pussy completely, pushing her wet lips apart. He laid back down on the bed and watched her find her comfortable position, hands on his belly as she rode him. \n\nThey looked at each other and moaned, finding a rhythm that was not too fast, but fast enough to keep them excited. Barry held her hands in his and felt her squeeze his cock as she squeezed his fingers, sending more pleasure down his spine. Kim looked at the ceiling for a moment but snapped back to attention, smiling and riding him harder. As her ass slapped into his groin, she let out a louder moan, until she was screaming his name with every thrust. \n\n\"I'm gonna cum,\" he grunted, as he felt his balls tighten.\n\n\"Look at me! Look at me!\" she screamed, holding his face in her hands. He stared at her like a wild man and bucked under her, unable to control his spasming hips. She felt his cum fill her pussy with load after load until he flopped back onto the bed, sweat pouring from his chest. She smiled and played with his hair, kissing each eyelid. \n\n\"You were amazing,\" she said, feeling him leak out of her. \"I'm so proud of you baby.\"\n\n\"Well, I've always said you were easy on the eyes.\"\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You find out that your lover has been lying to you for years about who they really are. They are also a shapeshifter.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: You find out that your lover has been lying to you for years about who they really are. They are also a shapeshifter."
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"content": "\"So what, you followed me around for like 10 years watching me before making your move?\"\n\n \"Well, yes. I wanted to observe who you loved, a boy with black hair, a boy with green eyes, collecting all those things to be the best, something you'd love the most.\"\n\n \"Why?\"\n\n \"Well, fifteen years ago, I was practicing being a tree. You accidentally broke one of my branches while playing, and you went home and got me a bandaid to fix it. It was nonsense, but it was true and sweet. You have always been genuine and kind, and I wanted it.\"\n\n \"Okay, that's both weird and kinda sweet. But you can still do that, right? Shapeshift however you want?\"\n\n\"My kind is essentially only limited by our minds. Anything I can imagine, I can be. And for this century, I want to be whatever gives you the most joy.\"\n\n \"Well, okay. But you've only compared my exes. I'm not limited by reality all that much, either, you know? I've got fantasies. *Wild* ones that no real man could ever fulfill.\"\n\n \"Whatever I can do for you and your happiness, I want to do it.\"\n\n\"Anything? I want to be fucked by a giant. A huge dude. Can you grow until your head reaches the ceiling?\"\n\n \"Size shifts are among the easiest things. Will this do?\"\n\n \"Perfect. Your cock, too.\"\n\n \"Are you sure this won't hurt you?\"\n\n \"I want it so big it's just on the border of causing damage. Trust me.\"\n\n \"Will this do?\"\n\n \"Awesome. Now, I want you to fuck me the way you've always had, just at this size.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I'm a 31F very casual exhibitionist, with reoccurring dreams of being casually naked and interacting with clothed people (both genders), at a cocktail party. Why could this plausibly be? And can you write me a story about what it would be like for me? Thank you!
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"content": "”Hawaii right?” The sombrero wearing man suggested. \n\n”Not quite.” I smirked and snatched up another of the small snacks on toothpicks. James had been the first one eliminated, the sombrero being kind of a dead giveaway for what culture he was portraying. I passed a couple of lederhosen wearing men that had been guessed almost as quickly as James, Austrian by the way, the hat was the dead giveaway. \n\nI headed over to the mirror and took a close look at my markings. The white dots around my eyes were still holding up so I moved on to examine the white lines that ran up my arms, crossed one another just under my neck before trailing down to my breasts and circle my nipples. I found a few spots that needed touching up so I grabbed the white grease paint from the small table by the mirror and got to work repairing the line work.\n\n“Your back needs a little work too.” Harry smiled as he came up behind me and grabbed a bit of the paint. He was dressed in a loincloth of animal skin and with a few bands of leather tied around his calves and upper arms. It had taken the guests almost an hour and a half to pin him down as representing the Zulu. He used the white paint to repaint the trail of white dots that snaked down my back around both sides of her hips and down her legs before ending on the top of her feet.\n\n“Thanks love.” I smiled, feeling a bit of excitement as he touched up my paint marks in full view of everyone else at the costume party. Turning around I gave him a small kiss, careful not to lean in close enough for my breasts to press against him and smear the white paint all over him.\n\n“No one’s got it yet?” He asked and stroked my hair as I shook my head. “I guess it’s just you and Marie now then.” He nodded towards a woman wearing a fairly simple red and blue dress of heavy linen and a small bonnet. People had been speculating all night but no one had managed to pinpoint what European nation she was supposed to be from yet. \n\n“This was a really good idea.” I smiled to Harry as another guest, dressed up with top hat and a clearly Victorian outfit, stopped and studied the markings on my body. The white markings led his eyes across my naked body with admiration and curiosity rather than lust. \n\n“American Indian?” He tried. \n\n“No the markings would have been different in shapes and color.” I smiled. “But good guess.” \n\n“I’ll figure this out.” He promised and walked around me for a better look at the dots running down my back and framing my buttocks nicely as they circle around my hips. “I feel like I’m almost there.” He assured me as he went looking for another drink. A few more people approached with guesses as I found my way out onto the balcony where a few of my old friends were sharing stories about old school mates. The cool night air made me shiver slightly and I felt my nipples harden from the sudden temperature shift as Michelle, Indian belly dancer, Kirsten, Victorian noblewoman, and Ursula, Japanese obviously the kimono was a dead giveaway, began filling me in on the latest gossip. It was nice to catch up with them again and none of them seemed to care too much about my costume as we enjoyed the cool moonlight.\n\nEvery once in a while someone new joined us on the balcony and studied the markings on my naked body before making an ultimately flawed guess and retreating inside again. Hopefully it would be a while longer before anyone guessed correctly because for now I was enjoying the attention. I cast a glance over my shoulder and caught Harry’s eyes, he had positioned himself with a perfect view of my backside through the open door to the balcony as he was chatting with a couple dressed like Eskimos. I blew him a kiss before turning back to find out what happened to that startup two of our classmates had dropped out of college to pursue as night slowly progressed."
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