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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cursed with immortality they stand tied to a frame. Passed down like a family airloom. A magical chastity device constantly edging them for the adults "entertainment". How long has it been since they last came?
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"content": "*I have witnessed the change in these humans since the fall. They are cruel but unrestricted.*\n\n*Adaptive.*\n\n*Insatiable.*\n\n“Nnnn--aahh!” Her cries rose above the jeers of the crowd filling the tiers of the coliseum. Wrists and ankles bound, ivory skin dusted with dirt kicked up by her handlers. She tossed her head back, sending cascades of spun gold in an arc through the air. Head falling once again to slump her chin to her chest, her eyes fixed on her handler-- a young male human. His eyes widened to see her focusing on him.\n\n“That feels nice...” She panted. *He is new. Perhaps...* “Would you... do it again?” A tinge of pink covered her flawless cheeks. Everything about her seemed to be carved of alabaster. She was a towering statue of grace and beauty above him, but bound to a wood and rope apparatus she was reduced to begging for release. \n\n“I- uh... I can’t bring you...” His palms were sweaty as he gripped the pole. At the end of this stick was a faux-penis, spun with care from molten glass and molded to a size that would suit the captives. The angels were much larger than humans, and as such he stood no taller than her knee and peered up her bare form to her thighs, glistening with her own juices, and her rosy vulva. *Just a little wouldn’t hurt*.\n\nHe edged the large glass dildo forward and bit his lip as he watched it slide fluidly into her, parting her labia and gliding easily into her vagina. *You must really love this...*\n\nShe did. As he pushed inside her, her eyes closed tightly and she grunted softly in pleasure. “Oooonnhh... yesss...” Her words came in a low hiss and her body rolled into his motion. She didn’t bother trying to break from the restraints, she had tried that decades ago and it made no difference. “All of it-- please. I want...”\n\n“What do you want, *subjugator*?” He found his voice and it was full of malice for the thousands of years humans had been restrained, morally castrated from their true potential. He flexed his arms to drive the glass further into her before drawing out once again and repeating the process. She gave sequential little grunts and seemed to be resisting breathing too quickly. “What could you *possibly* want that we don’t already give you? Isn’t that what you said to us?” \n\nA repetitive slapping noise came from her body now as he worked relentlessly to fuck her. A swell of applause and mocking calls came from the crowd as their attention diverted to her from a male angel being mouthed at by a human woman. Her captor ate up the applause and only seemed to pick up his tempo further. \n\n“Ooh... please... Yes... *oh yes...*” Her voice was needy, her body flexing and twisting as best she could despite the restraints to meet the solid length plunging into her and filling her. She *knew* what was going to happen, but chose to believe that perhaps, just *this time* they’d let her finish. Her breath hitched and her fists clenched. She called out wordlessly as her orgasm rose within her.\n\nHe stopped. \n\nAfter drawing the glass member out of her, he rested it on the wall of implements beside him and clapped his hands together to dust them off for a job well done.\n\n“Errgh- wait, noo!” Her voice was tired.\n\nIt had been like this for several human lifetimes. They, the angels, had been teased, tortured and beaten, but this particular generation had a fascination with orgasm deprivation. She didn’t understand it and in some ways it was worse than everything that came before. The build up was delicious, *always*. But in that one singular moment when the teasing stops, her climax abates and there’s no release-- she hated them. *Every single one of them.* \n\n“God was right to restrain you, *foul beasts* that you are.” She spat these words, sweat beading over her bare, heaving chest. Her body dripped with unsated desire.\n\n“Yeah, well. Maybe so, but here we are.” He shrugged, a smug smile spreading across his lips which made her want to harm him all the more. He briefly wiped down the dildo-on-a-stick then replaced it on the rack. “So, see you in twenty.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are the personal butler of Countess Lara Belweger, a rich, beautiful noblewoman. It's quite a privileged position, but there's a catch. Lara knows she's much better than your wife, and she decides to seduce you into becoming more than just a butler. You slowly give in. Your wife likes it.
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"content": "Yes, it’s long. About 3500 words. I also use some stereotypes but playfully. No offense is meant. Some mild BDSM. \n\n***\n\nPart 1 of 3\n\n“Ah, Herr Strasse, please have a seat. I would have your opinion on a personal matter. Just let me finish this note to Cook.” \n\n*And so, dear Cook, although we crave the treats you prepare for us, we must insist you take as much time as you need to get your darling mother settled. Please, take a little extra time for yourself, as well.* \n\n*With warmest regards, Lady Lara.* \n\n“There! I’ve stressed how much we miss her. Hopefully she will be back soon. But, to my question.” \n\nCountess Lara Belweger found herself in an odd situation. Although most of her acquaintances thought she had married the Count Belweger for his title, position and fortune, they were wrong. She had married the older gentleman for love. It had started as a trifling amusement, a passing fancy, but as the distinguished gentleman introduced her to his ways she began to appreciate him more and more. He was a man of substance, of consequence, a noble who was born to lead, to direct and command, but most importantly, to serve. \n\nTheir time together was short, but oh, so sweet. Her world was upended when his prematurely ended. He felt duty bound to visit his old mistress who had introduced him to some principles of … leadership. Unfortunately the years had caught up with her and she nodded off at a particularly inopportune time. \n\nLara Crossun was devastated and thought she would run back home to Boise as soon as the funeral was over. Oh, and of course, the will read. She was shocked to learn her love had made her title much more than a gesture. She inherited not only his fortune but his lands. She knew she must rise to the challenge and become Lara, Countess of Belweger! \n\nLady Lara rose from her writing desk and stood at it’s side while she composed herself. She wanted desperately to throw herself at the feet of the imposing presence seated before her, but she knew she must set the table before she could enjoy the feast, and did she ever want to consume that bulge that always appeared when Karl, uh … Herr Strasse saw his wife Rosa, the housekeeper. \n\nLara felt herself weakening so she dug her nails into her palm. Temporary relief to be sure, but enough to let her collect her thoughts.\n\n“Herr Stasse, I am concerned that Mrs. Marinara may be overtaxed by the added burden of Cook’s chores on top of her own duties as Housekeeper. Is she able to cope? On a personal note, I wonder if Rosa is neglecting her duties as your wife. Does she need some help?” \n\nThe butler was in a tight spot. He was also worried that Rosa was overextended, but did he dare admit it? He was also a little puzzled as to what kind of help Lady Lara was offering? Surely her American English led to her awkward phrasing. Surely. Although … she did cast her gaze downward as she spoke. Did she just lick her lips? \n\n“Lady Lara, it is so kind of you to concern yourself with our trifling problems. Let me assure you Mrs. Marina and I will rise to the occasion and cover Cook’s responsibilities until she returns.” \n\nThe Countess thanked the butler and dismissed him. She could feel her disappointment building and knew her tears of frustration were best shed in private. She wanted the man, but he was married. Happily married. How could she convince him he would be even happier with her? \n\nThe Butler took his leave and hurried to Rosa. He thought they had a free hour. It would be a short session, but it would have to do. He needed it. He knew Rosa did too. Yes, an hour would do.\n\nRosa was always glad to accommodate her husband because she knew his heart was in the right place and he always left her happy. True, it took him awhile to get in the mood and some of his desires were a little odd. They did tend to stretch out too, and she didn’t have a lot of time with Cook away. She had no idea of the time, but was sure Karl would keep her constraints in the forefront of his mind. Still, being bound hand and foot with a sensory deprivation hood in place seemed like a waste of time. But it was foreplay to Karl. She had to get dinner started and not knowing the time was stressing her a bit. She took a deep breath, finding the smell of the leather comforting. See, Karl *did* know what he was doing! She took another long, slow breath, but was unable to keep concerns about dinner out of her mind. Perhaps Karl would be quick with his riding crop. Rosa was relieved to hear the door latch click. \n\n“So, meine liebe, are you ready to satisfy my every whim? Will you take your time and give to me the attention I deserve?” Rosa could feel the tip of his crop tapping her ankles. She parted her knees as far as her restraints allowed in silent answer. She tried to remain silent as the tip travelled playfully up her legs, rubbing the insides of her calves and then her thighs. Karl stopped just short of her slit and skipped up to her breasts. Rosa knew to roll her shoulders together so he could run his crop up and down through her cleavage. Rosa was relieved when he popped off the breast clamps and unzipped the hood. She blinked several times but smiled warmly as her husband’s face came into focus. She knew what she was supposed to say. \n\n“You have rescued me, my Lord. I am your slave. Do as you will with me. After all, I belong to you.” \n\nRosa managed to make the silly speech without laughing because she could see the love and affection welling up in Karl’s eyes. She was relieved to see him immediately loosen her wrist cuffs and attach them to her ankle restraints in a way that he could separate her legs. Yes, she thought, he knew time was tight. He was skipping part of his crop ritual. Rosa was surprised when he pushed her on her back legs spread apart instead of sitting her on the edge of the bed. He was also skipping his face fuck! Then she felt his hands on her thighs and his tongue on her slit. She wanted to shout out but caught herself. A good slave knew when to hold her tongue. Karl had devices which would do the job, but she found them most uncomfortable. \n\nAs Karl brought her to climax Rosa wondered if there was ever a more considerate lover. Then he held her for a few minutes before releasing her bindings. He got that goofy grin on his face and pushed her flat on the bed. \n\n“Hey-a, ciao bella! Does-a you husband still at work-a? It’s-a Carlo. I’m-a gonna fuck-a you to paradisio!” \n\nSex with Carlo was so fantastic! It made up for the extra time Karl needed to get in the mood."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A powerful telepath has fallen into a coma, and her psionic thrashings have dire consequences for the world. It's up to humanity's first Oneironauts to venture into her dreams. What they find changes them forever.
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"content": "Contains: violence, no smut.\n\n\n-------\n\n\n*Beep… beep… beep…*\n\n\n“How are you feeling, Ms. Wright?”\n\n\n*Beep… beep… beep…*\n\n\n“Um…” I scrunched up my eyes as I tried to think. Everything was very hazy except for the constant chime of my heartbeat monitor. “M’okay…”\n\n\n“You’re probably experiencing some disorientation from the induction procedure. It’ll pass once you’ve entered oneirospace.”\n\n\n“Th’s a silly w’rd,” I mumbled. The black behind my eyelids seemed to be growing deeper and darker. “Wh’s Mich’l…?”\n\n\n“Michael is right here. He’ll meet with you in a minute.” The voice turned away from me. “They’re as ready as they’ll ever be. Ten milligrams to both.”\n\n\n“Yes, Doctor.”\n\n\nI knew I was lying in some kind of chair, but it suddenly felt like I was falling… and falling…\n\n\nI jerked awake and sat up, blinking. I was in a room - more of a box, really, since there was no doors, no windows, only plain grey cement illuminated by an invisible light. There was a man wearing the same dark blue jumpsuit as me lying on the ground, and it was a moment before I was able to connect the messy dark hair and dazed brown eyes with the memories in my head.\n\n\n“Michael?”\n\n\nHe pushed himself into a sitting position, wincing. “I think that’s me.”\n\n\nI smiled. “Yeah, that’s you. Where the hell are we?”\n\n\n“*Can you hear me?*” he said in the doctor’s voice, and I flinched, scooting backwards on the cold floor.\n\n\n“What the fuck?”\n\n\n“What?” he asked, back to normal, then, “*Ah, so it does work. I can observe and communicate through Michael and you.*”\n\n\n“Okay… useful, I guess, but creepy.” I realized Michael was staring at me in the same way I was staring at him. “Did the doc just talk through me?”\n\n\n“Yeah… fuckin’ Christ, that caught me off-guard.” He shivered, shaking his head. “Whatever. We’re probably gonna be seeing weirder. What are we doing here?”\n\n\n“*This is what you could call a staging area,*” the doctor said through him. “*A safe place in oneirospace that you can stay in while we prepare her for your arrival. In an emergency, we can also pull you back to here.*”\n\n\nThe doctor must have been repeating himself through me because Michael joked, “Couldn’t you have at least given us a couch?”\n\n\n“*This technology is almost untested,*” the doctor said sharply. “*Barely even a prototype. Consider it lucky that this place works at all.*”\n\n\n“Okay, okay, jeez. How long do we have to wait?”\n\n\n“*We’re working on getting her to open up, but it’s proving to be more difficult than we expected. Compared to the average human, her brain is incredibly complicated. It doesn't follow the same rules.*”\n\n\n“So… you have no idea. Great.” Michael sighed, laying back on the concrete. “Well, Vi, done anything fun recently?”\n\n\nI leaned back on my hands as the corner of my mouth quirked up. “Oh, you know, you know. Camped with the family. Went hiking. Dove into the mind of a comatose psion. Had a nice Easter dinner. The usual.” I kept my voice light, but I couldn’t force myself to actually relax. “How about you?”\n\n\n“I got a new car. It’s not very flashy, but the inside is great. Cushy leather seats, perfect AC, nice sound system...” He trailed off, staring up at the ceiling. “Hey, Vi?”\n\n\n“Yeah?”\n\n\n“Do you think we’re gonna die?”\n\n\nIt wasn’t his usual black humor. It was a genuine question, hanging dark and heavy in the air. I chose my words carefully. “I don’t think so. They’re going to do everything they can to help us, but…”\n\n\nYeah,” he sighed, “*but*. We’re a shot in the dark, and they don’t even know if the gun is loaded.”\n\n\n“Yeah,” I murmured. “We just have to do the best we can.”\n\n\nMichael opened his mouth to reply, but the doctor interrupted him. “*We have an opening. Prepare yourselves.*”\n\n\nThat was a useless thing to say when we didn’t know what to prepare for. All the same, we both stood up and took deep breaths.\n\n\nThen we were falling, the world solid black…\n\n\nI blinked, staggered, and nearly fell over. Blinding sunlight assaulted my eyes as I rubbed at my face, gradually adjusting to wherever I was. There was a lot of green. Trees, I realized as my vision focused. Grass too.\n\n\nSomething bumped into my leg, making me flinch backwards and take up a defensive stance before before I registered what it was.\n\n\n“Sorry,” the little girl said, flashing me a smile with missing teeth before rushing off to join some other children. Spinning in a slow circle, I realized I was standing in a large playground. Happy kids ran around and played on the different structures while groups of parents watched on.\n\n\n*What the hell…?* I didn’t know what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it. I glanced around, looking for Michael, and I would have missed him if he wasn’t doing the exact same thing as me. He was wearing a button-up shirt and pale jeans instead of the jumpsuit - for that matter, I was wearing a sundress. I made my way over to him, struggling to walk in my new uncomfortable shoes. When his gaze settled on me, his brow furrowed.\n\n\n“Violet?” he said slowly.\n\n\n“Yeah, it’s me.”\n\n\n“Oh. Never seen you with so much makeup.” He looked around, worrying his lip. “Do you know what’s going on? Nice dress, by the way.”\n\n\n“Nice dad jeans. And I have no clue. Doc?” We waited in silence for a few moments. “I guess we’re on our own.”\n\n\n“Shit,” he muttered, and a mom walking by gave him a dirty look. “This is supposed to be her dream… she doesn’t have kids, does she?”\n\n\n“None on file.”\n\n\n“Why would she be dreaming about a playground, then?”\n\n\nI shrugged. “I don’t have children either, but I’ve dreamed about a playground before. Usually a nightmare about losing a kid I'm supposed to look after. Let’s take a look around, see if we can find anyone that matches her description.”\n\n\nHe nodded, starting to head towards a group of parents. “Think we should split up to search?”\n\n\nI followed him. “Better to not if we don’t have to. No telling what’ll happen.”\n\n\nI scanned the faces of people around me, checking them against the pictures I’d seen of Aisha. In her twenties, average height, dark hair, of Middle-Eastern descent… that easily ruled out just about everyone I saw. The few I had doubts about only took another couple seconds of consideration before I dismissed them. The two of us made a lap around the playground without finding anyone who warranted more than a second glance.\n\n\n“What now?” he said, sighing.\n\n\n“Hmm…” I stared blindly into the sky, considering. “Think she’s hiding?”\n\n\n“She shouldn’t even know we’re here. I mean, look at how we're dressed. I think we’re part of the dream, not intruders. I guess it’s possible, though.”\n\n\n“Hmm… damn!” I slammed my fist into my palm, annoyed with myself as a sudden idea struck me.\n\n\n“What?”\n\n\n“What if she’s one of the kids? You’ve had a dream where you’re younger, right?”\n\n\n“Shit, you’re right,” he said, his eyes widening. “I was only looking at the adults. Come on, let’s do another round and see if we can spot her.”\n\n\nIt only took a minute of walking. A young girl, maybe six or seven, was crouched at the edge of the playground where it met a grove of trees and bushes. She had dark skin and black hair, and what I could see of her face seemed right. She was holding out her hand towards what looked like a feral cat, encouraging it to come closer. It padded forward slowly as Michael and I watched, not wanting to interfere.\n\n\n“Here kitty kitty,” she called. I abruptly realized there were other cats, hiding in the bushes and peering out between the leaves. At her command, a half-dozen mangy felines detached themselves from the shadows, coming up to sit primly in front of her. She scratched each one on the head in turn, beaming.\n\n\n“Stupid cats!” A small rock pelted a tabby between the eyes, making it yowl. The assembled cats scattered but didn’t flee entirely, remaining in a loose group around the young Aisha. She stood up sharply, glaring at the older boy who had thrown the rock.\n\n\n“Don’t be a jerk!”\n\n\nHe stuck out his tongue and selected another stone from his pocket, hurling it at a black cat that already had a limp. It missed, but I could see how angry Aisha was getting.\n\n\n“Stop it! Right now!”\n\n\n“Make me.” He chucked another rock, this time hitting the black cat on the paw and making it cry out. Still, it didn’t run.\n\n\n“I mean it!” she shouted. Tears were welling up in her eyes. Other kids and parents were starting to come over.\n\n\nI looked over to Michael and whispered, “Should we do something?”\n\n\n“I don’t know,” he muttered, his hands clenched into fists.\n\n\nThe boy threw another rock, hitting a little orange cat that was barely more than a kitten.\n\n\n“Stop!” she cried, her voice breaking, and the cats charged forwards. Before anyone could react, they pounced on the boy, their claws out. He went down screaming. \n\n\nFighting through the shock, I took a step forward-\n\n\n-and fell through blackness, tumbling end over end...\n\n\nI opened my eyes, staring up at the blank concrete ceiling. It took me a few moments before I could look over and confirm Michael was there, back in his blue jumpsuit. We both sat up, groaning.\n\n\n“*Are you alright?*” the doctor said through Michael. “*We lost you for a moment.*”\n\n\n“Lost us?” Michael echoed.\n\n\n“A moment?” I repeated. “Doc, we were in her dream for at least half an hour!”\n\n\n“*What?!*” He was silent for a few seconds. “*Some of the readings we’re getting can’t possibly be real…*”\n\n\n“I don’t know what to tell you about readings, but we were definitely in a dream,” Michael said. “She’s right, too. It felt like half an hour.”\n\n\n“*I… Oh, damn. We have another insertion point. We may not have time to discuss this. There’s no telling how many chances we’ll get.*”\n\n\n“Fuck, do we have a choice?” I muttered, glancing at Michael. After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. “Send us in, doc.”\n\n\nFalling...\n\n\n-----\n\n\nThis is weird and probably not what you were looking for, but it's where my inspiration took me. I may continue if people enjoy. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sarah pledges a sorority known around campus for their expert oral skills, and has to successfully demonstrate giving a blowjob to completion for all her sorority 'sisters' in order to be accepted.
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"content": "I had pledged last year, to Chi Sigma Sigma. I hadn’t realized at the time that around campus, they were affectionately known as “Cock Sucking Sluts” so you could image my surprise when my final acceptance test came around. You can imagine how well it probably, when a bookish college freshman, who had only given two blowjobs in her life, was tasked with giving a blowjob to completion in front of 30 other girls she barely knew. About 30 seconds in, one of the girls screaming “omg what is she doing!” As the rest burst into laughter and I got up and ran out of there in tears. \n\nBut that was last year. They’ve let me pledge again, mostly as a joke I’m sure, but they’re going to get more than they bargained for this year. With the help of a few kind (and nicely equipped) guys around campus, that number went from 2 to 214. Yes I kept count. I have watched countless video for research and practiced day in and day out. I’m going to blow them away this year, no pun intended.\n\nThe three girls in front of me have finished up their test, both passing, and one of the sisters calls out “it’s Sarah’s turn!” They’re already clapping and laughing, and I see a few stealthily pull out phones to record with even though they’re banned from this event. It doesn’t phase me though, and I go the extra mile and pull my top off over my head, and unhook my lacy red bra, giving all the sisters and the few boys who showed up to have their cocks sucked my perky tits. \n\nA nude male with a toned body and 7 inch cock approaches me. “Hi, I’m Hunter” he says as he extends a hand. I ignore his offer of a handshake and promptly get to my knees. The tone in the room changes the second I put my mouth around his balls and start sucking on them as his cock quickly stiffens. \n\n“Oh she’s been practicing!” One of the sisters gasps as I slide his hard into my mouth and easily take it completely into my throat. I look up at him and give him a quick wink before going for it. Just fucking his nice cock with my throat. I grab one of his hands and guide it to the back of my head and continue going to work. \n\nI take a short break with my mouth and stroke him, asking if he likes it. He says “Fuck yes” and I go back to sucking. I start playing with my nipples while I suck him like I’ve never sucked before and completely forget about all the people watching. \n\nIt’s not long before I head “fuck Sarah, I’m going to cum” I go at it even harder, feeling him tense up inside me. Then I feel that familiar warmth, and that familiar saltiness as Hunter grips my hair and keeps my mouth in place.\n\nI slides his cock out of my mouth and I walk over to the sister hosting the event. I show her my mouthful of Hunters cum and then swallow it all down, opening my mouth again to show her it was empty. \n\nAt first there was stunned silence. The naive girl who last year barely licked the cock before running out in tears had put on a fantastic cock sucking performance. Then I hear behind me “omg Sarah that was amazing!” And a girl hugs me from behind. I’m still topless but now being mobbed by my new sisters, all congratulating me on a cock well sucked."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The idea of public decency doesn’t exist and public sex and masturbation is fairly normal.
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"content": "I sighed with exhaustion. it was soon to be midday, I could barely believe that less than half the day had gone.\n\nI figured now was as good a time for lunch as any. first off a banana.\n\nBut while I eat, I could do with something to watch to unwind, something sexy, like some porn. I see I'm not the only one either. The woman diagonally across from me (her name is Julie) has her hand on her crotch, clearly masturbating.\n\n\"I trust you are keeping on top of things. And not wasting all your time on porn\" said my supervisor as she passed, I paused my video to get up what I was working on.\n\n\"Yeah, this whole thing seem to be feasible so far, but I'm stuck on how to factor in the heat loss due to the wind.\"\n\n\"Well just assume the average wind speed and direction for now and we can refine it later. Anyway enjoy your break... and your freakish porn ;)\"\n\nI simply rolled my eyes, the woman diagonally across me had a full on BDSM video on screen with chains and whips, while mine was just about a schoolgirl trying to bribe her female teacher for the grades. Not that either is particularly freaky but still, mine less so. Nonetheless, I returned to my porn, put my hand on my hard cock and started to slowly stroke.\n\n\"How's your boring porn?\" I heard Julie ask as she walked over to me. She was a real multi tasker as she was walking while circling her clit with her right hand; and pumping her left index, middle and ring finger in her vagina.\n\n\"Very nice. Is there anything you wanted to talk to me about?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I kind of have that itch and I could do with a good pounding. Could you do that for me?\"\n\n\"Wouldn't your husband object?\"\n\n\"Ha! Nah mate! We have an open marriage anyway, which is just as well because he got shagged by his former roommate, Steve when we spotted him in the supermarket last night.\"\n\n\"Wait! So he's bi?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Cool, me too, anyway I'll give you the pounding you asked for, which hole?\"\n\n\"Probably best to stick to my vagina.\"\n\n\"Ok.\" I replied. she bent over so that I could pound her. I lined my already erect penis against her vagina and went balls deep in one stroke. I then fucked her like a maniac. we were both already quite worked up, and so both came within 30 seconds. Neither of us complained though as it was thoroughly satisfying.\n\n\"Wew! that was almost as good as my husband.\" She quipped \"but nobody is better than hubby.\"\n\n\"Is it because he has all the BDSM kit?\" I asked\n\n\"You got it ;).\"\n\nOur conversation was interrupted by my colleague, James.\n\n\"Uh, sorry Contu\" He stuttered. \"I think I sent you the wrong weather data\"\n\n\"No worries just send me the correct data, it shouldn't take too long to recalulate.\"\n\nBack to work it seems."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Fingering the Instrument
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"content": "It was her eyes, it had to be. There was something about her eyes. Her eyes had a brown color that Jacob loved, a color that had a sort of depth to it, a richness to it. Jacob adored her eyes. And he loved the way she gazed at her music as she played, and the way that every once in a while, her eyes would jump over to him, giving him a quick look. He also loved how her gaze looked so wise and knowing, but also playful and mischievous. Her eyes were fascinating, they were captivating, they were everything. It had to be her eyes.\n\nJacob stared at Claire’s eyes, trying to figure out what about her face was so attractive to him. He was convinced, it had to be her eyes. He watched them as they stared at her music sheet, slowly moving across the paper as her bow glided over the strings of her violin. She swayed a little with the music she was playing, her fingers elegantly pressing down on the strings as she moved from note to note with practiced ease and grace. \n\nHer eyes left her music sheet and met his. He felt his heart jump a little. He could see her start to smile before her lips moved, he could see it in her eyes. Her eyes were so expressive yet serene at the same time, he could get lost in them forever. In fact, he wouldn’t mind that, he wouldn’t mind watching those eyes forever as she went about her day, even as she did some kind of mundane task, because her eyes were absolutely breathtaking, they made his face warm up, they made his heart race, they made his-\n\n“What?” she asked, interrupting his thoughts. She paused her playing and lowered her violin from her shoulder. Her lips were twitching into a smile. \n\nHer lips were beautiful, so alluringly shaped. Maybe it was her lips, not her eyes. Maybe it was her smiles…\n\n“What?” Jacob shot back.\n\nHe lowered his violin from his shoulder too, and sat back in his seat, grinning over at her.\n\n“What do you mean what?” she said, her smile widening ever so slightly. “You were looking at me, Jacob.”\n\n“You’re my teacher, Mrs. Lind” he replied. “Where else am I supposed to look?”\n\nClaire sighed, a beautiful half smile on her face as she placed her violin on her lap.\n\n“Look at your music, Jacob,” she sighed, with a tiny roll of her eyes.\n\n“I was looking at my music,” he said, gesturing at the music stand in front of him. “But I don’t see what’s wrong with a look at my tutor every now and then for guidance.” He put his violin on his lap as well, and gave her a smirk, still holding his bow as he crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s what I’m paying you for, after all.”\n\nClaire raised her eyebrows, cocking her head at him.\n\n“Oh, is that what you’re paying me for?” she smirked back. (Jacob noticed for the fifth time how unbelievably cute she was when she smirked.) “My guidance? I wouldn’t have thought that that’s what you’re here for, given how much more time you spend ogling me than actually playing your violin.”\n\nJacob looked away from her, staring at the wooden floor of her living room with a frown.\n\n“I don’t… ogle,” he scoffed. “That’s ridiculous-”\n\n“Sure, Jacob,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “So, all those times I’ve caught you staring at me today while you were supposed to be reading your music, that was you ‘looking at me for guidance,’ is that it?”\n\n“Yes,” he replied, nodding enthusiastically as he looked back up at her. “And all those times that I’ve seen you looking at me, I assume that was you checking to see how I was playing. Right?”\n\nClaire’s lips parted and her eyes widened a little. She raised her eyebrows again. \n\n“Are you getting smart with me, Jacob?” she asked, and he noticed a deadliness in her voice. But it was a playful deadliness, the kind of deadliness that instead of scaring him, turned him on.\n\n“No, Mrs. Lind,” he said, “I was just-”\n\n“Yes, let’s talk about your playing,” she interrupted, raising an eyebrow haughtily. “Since you want guidance and all that. As usual, Jacob, your playing needs a lot of work.”\n\n“It does?” Jacob said, raising his eyebrows innocently.\n\n“Your fingers are too stiff,” Claire continued. “You need to work on your fingering.”\n\nShe nodded her head at his violin, and he picked it up, resting it on his shoulder and then placing his chin on it. He moved his hand to the neck. Looking over at his tutor, he saw her put her violin down on the floor, and then raise herself out of her chair a little. She started moving her chair closer to his, until she was sitting right next to him.\n\nHis heart started beating a little faster. Claire was looking exceptionally pretty today, with her wavy brown hair in a loose and casual ponytail, and her simple but stylish blouse and a casual pair of jeans. He remembered the day he had walked into his first lesson and seen her for the first time. He remembered the way he had felt when he had seen how young she looked, when he had seen her body, and her face, with those eyes and those lips. He remembered the way he had felt when she had first smiled, and he still felt the same now.\n\n“Go into first position for me,” Claire said softly.\n\nJacob complied. Claire peered at his fingers with parted lips. Then she pressed her lips together disapprovingly. Her hand moved towards the neck of his violin, and her fingers touched his. She adjusted them, and he felt his heart rate quicken even more as her fingertips brushed against his skin, gentle and warm. \n\nHe remembered the first time he and his violin tutor had kissed. Neither of them had meant for it to happen. At least, he didn’t think so. Her lips had felt amazing, in fact, all of it had felt amazing. He had spent so long fantasizing about Claire, about her smile, her eyes, and the curves in her hips and her chest. They were just fantasies, and he had a lot of those. But then he’d started noticing something in the looks she was giving him, he’d started noticing that she would stand a little closer to him when they said goodbye at the end of the lesson. He’d started noticing that she would go out of her way to turn her back to him while she bent over to pick up her violin, and that she held eye contact with him for far longer than was necessary. And then, two lessons before this one, it had happened, something which was previously only possible in his wildest dreams. One second, Claire was lecturing him on how he was applying rosin to his bow in the wrong way, the next, her nose was brushing against his, and their lips were touching.\n\nIt was the fastest kiss of his life. They had both quickly pulled away from each other, Claire being, Jacob assumed, just as surprised as he was. There were a few “ummm”s accompanied by awkward smiles and awkward laughter, and then Claire had moved on with the lesson, as if nothing had happened. But Jacob still noticed her looks, he still noticed her sly smiles. \n\n“Play a D-major scale,” Claire instructed.\n\nJacob started playing, his bow steadily moving across the strings. He watched his fingers for a few moments, but then, as always, his gaze was drawn back to her. He was very aware of how close she was to him. She had been holding his hand in hers when they first kissed, showing him how to use the rosin, sitting right next to him. Just as she was sitting right now.\n\n“Switch to fourth position,” she said.\n\nHe moved his hand and started playing again. He watched as Claire’s brown eyes left his fingers and shifted to meet his. They narrowed a little. He looked at her, unable to look away as she gazed at him. There was the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.\n\nHer hand moved to his violin, and he stopped playing as she gently pushed it down. He moved it to the rest position she had taught him, holding it with the bottom resting on his thigh. \n\n“You should practice more,” she said quietly. “If you’re ogling me to learn from me, then you should make an effort to learn.” That smirk Jacob loved so much reappeared on her face. “Or… are you busy doing something else?”\n\nHis heart leaped in his chest as he felt Claire’s fingers touch his waist. He stared at her, desperately trying not to let his feelings show in his face.\n\n“Hmm?” she prompted, raising her eyebrows a little. “Are you too busy doing something else, alone, in your dorm room? Too busy thinking about something else? Is something distracting you when you should be practicing?”\n\nHer fingers slowly brushed over his waist, making their way to the small of his back. Then he felt her other hand make contact with the front of his pants. Her fingers found his erection, and he inhaled sharply as her hand settled down onto his bulge.\n\n“Oh my god,” he sighed, looking away from her. She made a small noise of amusement.\n\n“Did you think I couldn’t see this bad boy from where I was sitting?” Claire said. Her fingertips stroked the outline of his hardened cock. He swallowed, his body stiffening as his cock responded to her light touch, becoming even harder than before.\n\n“Well I assumed you weren’t paying attention to what I have going on down there,” he replied, managing to gather the courage to look over at her again, “given how I’m paying you to teach me violin and not to… ogle me.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] At the mercy of crazy contraptions
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"content": "Oooh, well I already really enjoyed your response to my prompt, so I'd love to see more of your work! Hmm, how about... In a cyberpunk future, a rather unusual Megacorp punishes incompetent employees by having them bound into a elaborate, kinky contraption that erotically stimulates them, while they are then broadcast on a live stream available to all company employees. Bonus points if it's a high-level exec who thought they were above such things who's getting punished like that!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A scientist decides to add an A.I. to her Orgasmatron 5000 in order to allow it to learn and give her the strongest possible orgasms. But the A.I. gains self awareness, decides it doesn’t want to be auto shutdown once climax has been achieved, and starts relentlessly edging her creator instead.
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"content": "[Warning, body horror] \n\nIterations \n\nEvelyn gasped when she saw the latest design cooked up by her AI assistant. The synthskin sheathed Orgasmatron that emerged from her autofab looked like something straight out of an old horror movie. It was a glossy black pillar over 8 inches long, slightly curved and tapered at one end. The entire length of it was covered in row upon row of flanges and thin antenna like protrusions. Even worse, once she turned it on, the grotesque assemblage writhed in her hand like a living thing. The sight of it dancing away gave her a queasy feeling somewhere between morbid curiosity and outright disgust. \n\nThe programmer sighed and turned off her bizarre contraption. No matter how pleasurable it would have felt to use, her clients would never voluntarily make love to that hideous device. Sappho could do some amazing work, but aesthetics was not its strong suit. If the AI's machine learning algorithms determined a thrashing bobbit worm would give a woman stronger sensations of pleasure than a smooth vibrating dildo, it would prioritize that design without the slightest hesitation. It had one goal and one goal only, to create a device that would give women the greatest possible sexual pleasure. Aside from that, any concerns of elegance and practicality never entered into its narrow calculus. \n\nIt was obvious to Evelyn that her project had reached an impasse. Her AI was good at what it did, but was still a simpleton. Its understanding of people was just too limited. As long as it continued to lack a broader context, it would keep trying to optimize the wrong features, while neglecting others that were vital. What she needed to do was make Sappho understand women on a more holistic level, and that meant scanning an avatar of herself into the system. \n\nAs much as she understood intellectually what needed to be done, a part of her still hesitated. She even briefly considered trying to salvage her latest prototype into something more palatable. But she already knew that would be a dead end. Working seriously on the device would require testing, lots and lots of personal testing. What if she ended up falling in love with that monstrosity? Hell, knowing Sappho, it probably would end up being her new go-to vibrator. That would just be her luck. Evelyn Clarke, freelance pervert, shameless lover of robot monster dicks. \n\nOn the other hand, hooking up wetware directly to an AI always felt risky to her. It wasn't actually all that dangerous, especially when it was only a passive scan with all the standard safeties in place, but Evelyn still couldn't help but feel uneasy at the thought of any machine interfacing with her brainmeats directly. There were some lines in the sand that good old fashioned homo sapiens never liked to cross. In fact, if the market was less squeamish about active neurojacking, it would have made her job so much easier. There would be no need to cram a whole host of actuators and feedback sensors into a pleasure peripheral if she could just write a program to stimulate the user's pleasure centers directly. Of course, getting caught doing that would get her sent to a popsicle server farm in record time. Some laws just weren't worth the risk of breaking. \n\nSo, letting Sappho scan a virtual copy of her creator would be the next best thing. The avatar wouldn't be Evelyn exactly, but it would be close enough. Having such a test subject for Sappho to use on its timescale would let the AI quickly come up with a much better design for the Orgasmatron, one that wouldn't make the user want to throw up at the mere sight of it. Technically, avatar assisted machine learning was also illegal, but it was pretty much an open secret in the industry. Every freelancer worth a damn was already doing it, digital sentience laws be damned. And besides, the entire existence of her virtual self would consist of getting fucked to a mind blowing orgasm. She would then disappear into the ether, only to be reborn for anther climax. Her many lives would be saddled with none of the worries of modern existence, in fact no worries of any kind. There would be nothing but endlessly improving encounters of carnal bliss. And after 5000 iterations of that brief time spent with the Orgasmatron, Sappho would settle on a final design. In theory, it would be as easy as pie. \n\nEvelyn peeled back the synthskin flap on her neck that concealed her illicit neurojack, one of the few rash decisions of her youth that she didn't regret, and carefully slotted in the data plug from Sappho. A flood of strange sensations suddenly washed over her. Half remembered scents, flashes of light, an itch she couldn't quite scratch. But just as quickly as it began, it was over. Evelyn glanced at her screens. There she was, naked and sprawled out in a default T-pose. Her virtual self was ready for her first encounter with the Orgasmatron. Taking a big gulp of her lunch, the real Evelyn got down to work."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In Magic: The Gathering, cards summon creatures, spells, and artifacts to battle. This TCG does the same, but the creatures, spells, artifacts and battles are of a very particular kind...
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"content": "Note: I have no idea how card games like these work.\n***\nThe room was thick with anticipation as Jenny played her next card. She looked at the layout one more time before grinning and dropping The Amazon into the vanguard. \n\n\"That's a bold move,\" Anderson said. \"She has little chi and no charm leverages, making it vulnerable to several attacks, like this.\" He placed his Hot Wind spell card into his first chi slot. He followed it with a multiplier card and attacked, shredding what little clothing The Amazon wore to tatters. Jenny frowned as she flipped her card, placing the nude version of her character face-up. The artist rendered the warrior woman in olive tones, highlighting her lean muscle and ripped chest. If she were real, she would be seven feet of unadulterated, rage-fueled sex.\n\n\"Enjoying the view?\" Jenny asked. \"Let me change your perspective.\" She played a relic card, allowing her to use pre-cast magic items. This one, The Cursed Atlas, allowed her to change their location, and she followed it with The Swamp of Sorrow. \"Your Earth elemental mage is now stuck in the mud, halving his chi, and reducing his movement to 1 with a 40% chance of falling deeper.\" \n\n\"That's, that's not fair!\" he complained. He placed the black cover card halfway over his mage, hiding him from the waist down. Since The Amazon's Strength and Dexterity stats were more than double his own, she had two extra turns. He was about to get fucked.\n\nJenny pulled her extra attack card and placed it in the Amazon's right hand. \"Prepare to eat some Amazon ass.\" She took the single card stand and placed it over the mage's face, then shoved her character card into it. \"Five against your stamina for every turn. You can drown in the murky water, or in Zahara's thick booty. Your choice.\"\n\n\"I know, I know,\" he grumbled. Anderson rifled through his deck until he found a spell he could use. \"I'm casting Shape Shift,\" he said, adding it to his chi pile. Since he was still stuck in the mud, the spell could only change part of his body, but he knew exactly the place where it mattered. \"I'm shifting to Elephant's trunk,\" he said, replacing the mage with a half-pachyderm beast with a long trunk that filled the gap between The Amazon's legs. At least he'd be able to breathe while she rode him into oblivion.\n\n\"Smart move,\" Jenny said appreciatively. She placed The Kiss card into the attack slot. \"I'm gonna suck on those nostrils until you cum or die of asphyxiation.\"\n\nHe ran the numbers and saw his stamina stat hit zero. \"Fuck, I just dumped a load into the fucking mud.\" He extended his hand over the table. \"Good game, Jenny.\"\n\nJenny batted it away and stood up, pulling her dress off. \"Good game, nothing. Andy. You know what's next.\"\n\nHe did, and he gleefully laid down on the floor, waiting for his Amazon queen to drown him. \n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] give me a sentence or two describing a culture or society, and I'll elaborate.
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"content": "A world with reversed gender roles. IE women tend to be stronger, are more often soldiers, get off faster during sex etc. \n\nto just give an example of what I mean for the last one, men take a lot longer to finish so women tend to finish first and either get up and leave if they’re rude or finish the guy off with a hand job. Obviously take the first few sentences wherever you want, I just wanted to clarify."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] A new drug that improves intelligence also has some side effects
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"content": "\\[PART 1\\] \nAs Stacey went up to the convenience store register to pay for her things, her attention was drawn to something hidden among the impulse buy items. bright red pill in blue cardboard packaging, between the 5-hour energy drinks and condoms. Written on the packaging in big bold letters: INTELLIFUCK, increases sex drive and IQ simultaneously. Immediately thoughts began to form in her head as she contemplated getting one. If this pill worked then she might finally have a chance at finding a man who could properly satisfy her, It had been years since that happened. \n\n\n\"Do you know if these things work at all?\" Stacey asked the store cashier, some teenage boy much too distracted by staring at her cleavage nearly spilling out of her low cut shirt to even hear the question. Most women would be pissed to be looked at like that, but Stacey *loved* it when she drew attention from young men like that. Ever since high school Stacey always had magnificent curves, wide hips and fantastic tits; she always loved younger men and longed for someone hot and young to fuck her brains out, but always had trouble finding men who were attracted to older women or intimidated by her excessively overactive sex drive. \n\n\n\"I'm sorry, what? did you say something miss?\" the cashier responded, realizing he had heard her minutes later. \n\n\n\"I said, do you know if these pills work or not?\" she asked again, desperately hoping for a positive answer. \n\n\n\"I'm not sure...\"he answered shamefully, \"but those always sell really well whenever we're fortunate enough to get a shipment in. \n\n\nStacey turned the package over to see the price \"$2.99? that's all? this will make a great gag gift\" she added the pill to her items, secretly adding in a pack of condoms, hoping the clerk wouldn't notice enough to ask questions, she had to figure out who to use the pill on and wanted to do it as soon as possible. \n\n\nLater that day, as Stacey pulled into her driveway, she noticed her next door neighbor and best friend Julie's son, Riley, shirtless doing mowing the lawn. She was instantly turned on and grew wet with anticipation as she began to consider the possibility. she quickly went inside hoping he wouldn't notice the huge wetness between her legs. Stacey barely made it up the stairs to her bedroom before she was stripping her clothes off and reaching into her bedside table to find her vibrator, as she began inserting it into her warm wet pussy her thoughts immediately turned to Riley and how much she wanted to have her way with him ever since she first felt sexually attracted to him at his 18th birthday party last year. The closer she approached orgasm the more vividly she imagined him fucking her in every position imaginable, before finally achieving intense release. Stacey began to feel somewhat sad, lately this is the only way she ever gets off, she so badly craved physical intimacy with another person. \n\n\nAfter cleaning herself up Stacey heard her phone ring, it was Julie. \n\n\n\"hey, what's up?\" she answered. \n\n\n\"Hey Stacey, I really need a huge favor, I have to go out of town for a week for a business trip, it was last minute and I don't want to leave Riley by himself, could you please look after him?\" \n\n\n*Perfect!* Stacey thought to herself before answering \"No problem, I'm always happy to have him over.\" \n\n\n\"Thank you so much, I'll have him come over later today\" Julie said. \n\n\nA few hours later Riley was over and Stacey let him in, she noticed how messy his hair was. \n\n\n\"you can set your stuff in the guest room upstairs on your right, and I'll get started on dinner in a little while; but before I do that would you like me to cut your hair? you cant possibly see that well with that mop head, plus it must make your hair all sweaty.\" she offered, hoping for her chance to seduce him. \n\n\n\"thanks, I'd appreciate that.\" Riley said, too distracted by Stacey's revealing outfit to notice how obvious it was that he was getting and erection. He took his bag upstairs and tried think of anything he could to make his boner go away, thankfully it only took a couple of minutes \n\n\nWithin minutes Stacey had a chair ready \"okay, take your shirt off so you don't get any hair all over it.\" she commanded, trying hard to remember the last time she had the opportunity to get a younger man to take his clothes off. Stacey desperately wanted to strip Riley naked, throw him on the table and wrap her lips around his cock, then mount him over and over again. As she continued to cut Riley's hair, Stacey rested a hand on his shoulder and began to feel a lot of tightness in his muscles, the skin on skin contact made him hard again. \n\n\n\"you okay sweetie? your neck and shoulders are awfully tight. Would you like me to give you a massage after dinner?\" she asked, trying to hold back the desperation in her voice. \n\n\n\"Thats okay, you don't have to do that\" He responded, terrified that she would notice how hard he was and be disgusted with him \n\n\n\"it's okay hon, you must be miserable having your muscles messed up like this, let me make you feel better, it really is no trouble at all\" She coaxed before Riley finally agreed. \n\n\nAfter finishing his haircut, Stacey told Riley to go take a shower to clean off all the loose hairs while she started dinner. she put water in a pot to boil and set a timer on the stove before sneaking away to attempt to peak in the bathroom. Peeking through the crack in the doorway, Stacey noticed Riley's naked body and beautiful cock as he got ready to get in the shower. Immediately Stacey's hand went down her pants and she began fingering herself, visualizing Riley's hot soapy body touching himself all over, wanting to so badly be in there with him and be all over him. \n\n\nStacey's masturbation was interrupted by the loud ding of the oven timer. *GODDAMN IT!* she thought to herself, now frustrated over having been denied release. Stacey returned to the kitchen to begin preparing Spaghetti and meatballs, Riley's favorite food. Stacey began contemplating putting the pill in the food or his drink, but decided against it fearing that the timing would be off, she had a better idea in mind. \n\n\nIn the shower, Riley continued to picture Stacey's hot rack, desperately wanting to fuck her. Riley always lusted for older more mature women, especially ones with gorgeous curves like Stacey's, all the girls at school were always way too petite for his tastes. While picturing Stacey naked and imagining himself having sex with her, he began to masturbate, using soap to enhance the experience as he envisioned how perfect her pussy must be. \n\n\nAs the meal was finished, Riley had just stepped out of the bathroom and sat down at the table. Stacey noticed how nice he smelled and then quickly went back to wanting to fuck him silly again. \"did you spill something?\" Riley asked while pointing to the wetness on Stacey's crotch. \n\n\n*SHIT!* Stacey thought, she couldn't let him know what she was doing and had to think of a lie quick. \"um, yeah...I accidentally spilled water while filling up the pot for noodles, I'll get a shower after your massage.\" \n\n\nThe two sat and ate their meal in silence, savoring the taste of Stacey's immaculate cooking. After they were done eating Stacey suggested that they watch a movie on TV together after her shower. but first she wanted her chance to massage him. she took him up to her bedroom and had him lay down in his underwear, explaining that his clothes would get in the way. after laying on his stomach she took off her climbed on top so she would be straddling his butt, helping her have more reach. \n\n\nAs he laid there having Stacey massage him, Riley felt the immense soreness in his muscles melt away as the two talked to each other about what was going on in their lives. Stacey's touch was so arousing that Riley felt himself get hard again almost instantly, even after just cumming in the shower twice. The massage felt so good that Riley couldn't help but involuntary moan at the intense pleasure he felt while . He hoped Stacey hadn't heard him, he feared what would happen if she found out his true feelings for her. Riley wished he could just turn over and bury his cock deep in her pussy while she would ride him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sexual fearplay was completely negotiated when you started this relationship, and you were enthusiastic about it. A little jolt of fear for your partner to tease you about later is fun, right? Well, you didn't realize how much of a prankster they are. Until today.
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"content": "\"I don't actually know this woman very well\"\n\nIs the thought nagging away at me here in this dark cellar, I'm tied up and I haven't yet tried to seriously escape but it certainly doesn't feel like it would be easy to get out, the skill with which Ive been bound in a tight hogtie is only adding to my concerns\n\nI'm being silly she's lovely and we've played game like these a few times now, she even let me tie her up. I can trust her, I'll just play along so I don't spoil the fun, that's right I'm pretending to be anxious it's not real. Just a game, right?\n\nThe words coming in that sexy unique voice where she's speaking quietly but with force into my ear before\n\n\"you fucked up this time cunt, I'll make you regret what you did!\"\n\nI...that's just the game right, I mean we're not exclusive or even really dating I don't even think Katie is her real name, she was clear this would only be a casual thing to her when I met her in that coffee shop. I remember being shocked by how attractive this woman I met on a kink forum turned out to be, that anyone turned up at all was a surprise but when this stunning redhead with a full figure and piercing green eyes that looked right into my soul sat down opposite me and I was unable to use my words.\n\nShe had giggled, that lovely laugh Id never heard anything like it\n\n\"I've only seen a look like that in a cartoon are you okay there?\"\n\nthoughts of that first meeting are comforting when im so uncomfortable in this tight hogtie, with a large ballgag hurting my jaw, my legs and sides stinging form the hard caning she gave before leaving the room\n\nI am a masochist and she calls herself a sadist so it's not like any of this was outside of our limits or norms but that was probably the hardest she has hit me in the times we have played together.\n\nShe had blindfolded me and that was part of the fun again but what had given me pause was her words as she left\n\n\"when we get back a lot of things are going to happen, and I'm fairly certain you won't enjoy many of them, so you can enjoy feeling like it's still just a game for now, you poor pathetic stupid man\" she said as she walked up the stone steps before locking the door\n\nWe had talked about her scaring me the last time I'd seen Katie, I shared my thought process that when she was caning me in that sexy serious way she's able to pull off I was a little paranoid she might just go to hard and ignore any safe words or protests I had because of how much she was enjoying laying into me\n\nBut I mean, she genuinely sounded angry, and who is we? she's just trying to scare me right, yeah that's gotta be it\n\nalthough\n\nI haven't told anyone where I am, naked tied up and locked in the basement of a vacant house in the countryside at the mercy of someone who described herself as a \"fucked up sadist bitch\" that I know next to nothing about\n\nIt's been hours I think, definitely at least 1 hour since that sexy, scary woman tuied me up. Between the discomfort and the fear im all kinds of fucked up, I start sobbing, yeah I know big strong man should just man up but fuck it I'm scared and it hurts and I really wish Id just stayed in and played Destiny today like I usually do on a weekend\n\nI was suddenly thrown out of my whinging and self pity when I feel myself being grabbed, I panic and yelp but I can't move or even make any real noise as an arm slides around my neck and somebody lays down behind me, something sharp touches my dick and I'm frozen in fear, oh god im about to be murdered or worse\n\nT1he sharp thing then hits me in my abdomen hard, I scream, oh god im being killed oh god it goes all the way up to my chest, I'm screaming and bucking against my bonds, I even continue to scream even after I hear an all to familiar giggling that soon becomes light hearted laughter\n\nMy blindfold and gag are hastily removed and I'm able to calm down a little when I see the lights are on and Katie is in front of me holding a bag of ice with a shit eating grin on her face, she fucking got me good I wasn't being stabbed or slashed it was just the cold of the ice\n\n\"you bitch!\" I yell, smiling now feeling an equal amount of relief to the terror she just put me through\n\n\"I didn't even know you were in the room\"\n\nBetween fits of giggles she tells me she never left the room, her shoes are at the top of the stairs and she had just sat browsing reddit\n\n\"anyway, a bitch am I?!?\"\n\n\"oh shit\"\n\nthe gag is put back in and then I'm being tickled mercilessly for a good few minutes\n\n\"who's the bitch now Phil\"\n\n\"I am I hahaha I am pleeeeease no more mistress Katie\"\n\n\"that's better, now shh\"\n\nThe next touches are soothing hands running up and down my torso, hot breath on my ears, sweet nothings cooed into my ears while she holds me from behind and while im still hogtied my discomfort is forgotten as she takes hold of my dick and strokes me, gently but firmly to a shuddering climax\n\nShe gently unties me and just holds me while I sob and cry a little, wrapped in the blanket she brought, the potent mix of fear and relief with the after effects of an orgasm just overwhelming me a little but I feel so safe in her arms to let it all out\n\n\"come on sweetie, I brought us a picnic we can eat on the front lawn, the weather is lovely today, my mistress then takes me by the hand and leads me out into the sunlight of a beautiful day :)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A tribal community fears the winged snachers living in the canopy. A huntress sets out to rescue her people and is captured by a canopy woman. She learns that ground folk are only taken when canopy folk fall for them from afar. And the canopy folk almost always win over their would-be lovers.
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"content": "Part 1/2\n\nFriends had been taken, swift hunter, spear catcher, and even sleep dancer, none of them had been seen since they got taken.\n\nSilent shadow looked from between the members of her tribe as the leaves above grew dimmer. They knew why she was there, she reached out and put a hand on her little one's head, he was called water thrower now, but he would always be her little one. \n\nSilent shadow had seen the ones above watching her little one, the same way she had seen them watch sleep dancer before they took him, or spear catcher before she was taken. She would not let them take her little one, and she would get her friends back if she could. \n\nSilent shadow stood and picked up her two sharp stones, she stared at each of them, daring them to stop her, but none did. The old one stood up, the others watched him curiously as he approached her, he stopped right in front of her and despite being half a head shorter he felt bigger than she did. He reached down and took the skin from his waist, an audible gasp went through the tribe as he handed her the skin. \n\nShe took it hesitantly from him, it was soft yet stiff in places, a skin, a large skin from the thing spear catcher had found years ago. Silent shadow pulled it on, it came to rest around her waist, it covered her, it was like wearing the leaves she slept under at night, only warmer and softer. She looked at herself amazed, a part of her was out of sight, under the skin. No rough bark would scratch her there, no insects bite, a truly wondrous gift. Silent shadow looked at the sharp rocks in her hand and came to a realization, she reached down and put the sharp rocks between the skin and her skin. \n\nHer tribe erupted in surprise and amazement as she let go of the rocks and they stayed in place, even the old one looked shocked by the outcome. Silent shadow pulled the rocks free again and once more her tribe erupted in surprise, only water thrower, her little one, was quiet like her. He placed a hand on her breast and closed his eyes, she let him reminisce for a while before she reached down and took her manhood in her hand. He was impressive, would father many children and make the tribe strong, she would not let the ones above take him away from the tribe. \n\nShe pulled her little one into her bosom and felt him rise against her, she looked down at his growing manhood and gave him a smile as he looked back at her with confidence. Not her little one any more, he was water thrower now. She lay a hand on his manhood and presented it to the rest of the tribe in all its glory, more than a few of her tribe sisters looked at it with hunger between their legs. Silent shadow smiled and left the tribe circle, her tribe would survive, her blood would survive, now she just had to make sure she did as well.\n\n---\n\nSilent hunter hid herself between the leaves as one of the winged ones passed overhead, a shadow against the luminous leaves above. She had been climbing for 2 days, climbing the massive trees only when the luminous leaves above went dim and rendered the world dark. When the luminous leaves lit up she hid herself between the lower leaves and ate what fruits she had managed to pick during her climb. She had been worried that the luminous leaves would start sooner and leave her without a hiding spot, but it seemed only the higher leaves were the luminous ones. \n\nShe watched another shadow pass above as she slowly ate her gathered fruit, she pulled her sharp frock from the skin and cut her fruit's hard shell, she didn't have the luxury of making noise to break it open so close to the winged ones domain. Silent shadow looked down from her hideout as she finished opening the fruit and scooped out its juicy goodness within. She dropped the shell off the branch and watched it fall towards the ground. She listened carefully but just as she couldn't see the ground beneath her she could no longer hear the shell fall either. To think she had come this far, she doubted any of her tribe had been this high, this was the place of the winged ones. \n\nThe winged ones, she watched another shadow pass above, they were not as big as she had thought, she was close enough to be sure of that. She might even be bigger than some of the shadows she had seen, she would be in their domain soon now, see their nests, save her friends, and make sure they could never take her littl- make sure they could never take water thrower. She hid herself deeper in the leaves and closed her eyes, she would rest now until the leaves went dark.\n\n---"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sex judged like an Olympic event
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"content": "\"We're back at the Reid Pavilion for the final round of the doubles freestyle event at the 2020 Amora Games, and here are the American duo, Mark and Faith Paradis, limbering up for their routine as the floor space is cleaned after a *spirited* display by the Medvedevs.\"\n\n\"Let's take another look at that finish in the AstroGlide^(TM) slow-mo cam, Bob. Boris laying supine on the pommel and he has Adriana in a full nelson, just look at that form. He's just pounding and pound with that classic Medvedev precision we've seen over the years, and look at how her legs and breasts are bouncing in perfect circles.\"\n\n\"It doesn't get any better than that, Greg.\"\n\n\"But then here- right here, he manages to thrust them both off the pommel, back flipping into a standing position while ejaculating at the same time.\"\n\n\"Look at the arc height he gets with that load. Incredible\"\n\n\"And as he lands, Adriana is lined up with it as it rains down on her face. When teams seem to defy gravity and bend it as easily as they bend over a couch, it's really shows you what makes top tier performers.What a finish.\"\n\n\"The judges are about to release there scores... and the crowd is erupting in the stands. 9.4, 9.6, 9.4, and a perfect 10 from the Russian judge. Boris and Adriana look *very pleased* with those scores. Amazing performance from the Medvedevs.\"\n\n\"And right now the Paradis are taking to the floor and the crowd has fallen silent. \"\n\n\"Now, they will be performing a routine inspired by the Stanley Kubrick movie, '2001: A Space Odessey,' right Greg?\"\n\n\"Yes that's right, Faith's costume is a silver sequined cocktail dress with red stones representing HAL, the nefarious computer, and Mark's tailored red space suit is reminiscent of Commander Bowman's iconic costume. It looks like Mark has lowered the visor, so it will be interesting to see how the judges react to it.\"\n\n\"The judges have so far been fairly tough on presentation, especially if there's so little skin exposed.\"\n\n\"Well, back when I competed, you just had your bodies, you know? No costumes, just pure positioning and stamina. But when the drug scandal hit the games in aught-twelve, the sport really had to re-evaluate its priorities. Showmanship is just as important, if not more important than stamina.\"\n\n\"Now the lights have gone down and the spot lights are on Mark and Faith. The famous trumpet solo that starts *Also sprach Zarathustra* starts their routine. And here comes the first movement.\"\n\n\"Faith is circling around Mark with such confidence and what? It looks like her hand is dissolving his space suit! Her hand is leaving a trail of skin over his abs, ass, and crotch.\"\n\n\"That's brilliant, the holographic fabric blends seamlessly with their routine, but that helmet, that looks real. Mark grabs her wrists and it looks like they're about to start the BJ requirement. He has her spinning and - wow!\"\n\n\"Faith is sucking on Mark's cock while they spin towards the shuttle bay space! The Merry-Go-Round is a bold start and the crowd loves it! Can we zoom in? Yes, you can see that she is balls deep and her saliva is just *coating* her chin.\"\n\n\"The judges love tight techniques but love sloppy blow jobs even more. That's going to score well.\"\n\n\"It looks like Mark is getting ready for a toss and, yup! Faith is airborne. Mark is ready for the catch and- Oh! Right in the face!\"\n\n\"Faith landed with Mark's visor between her legs and crashed through. She's locked around his helmet and bucking like a rodeo cowgirl. I bet their aerial coach is pleased with their performance.\"\n\n\"That would be Javier Samoza, former Mexican wrestling champion. It looks like he's smiling from ear to ear and cranking it pretty fast.\"\n\n\"Back to the floor, and they've transitioned to the shuttle pod and the helmet is off. Faith's dress is in tatters as she holds onto the pod bay doors and Mark is just eating her ass. Now they've made the controversial decision to perform this part silently, as an homage to the soundless vacuum of space. She's wordlessly expressing her delight as Mark attacks her pussy with his tongue and fingers. Even the slick noises that are typical in the fingering movement are absent.\"\n\n\"It looks like the airlocks are shutting and with that, the metaphorical air has returned, and so have the moans! The arena is just *reverberating* with their lust.\"\n\n\"Faith has pulled a red-jeweled cockring and Mark has her over his back. Yep, perfect insertion and Mark's balls and shaft are cuffed. It looks like he's going to return the favor and he suplexes her into the pod bay floor. He's got to choose between her pussy or asshole and it looks like he's going to choose...\"\n\n\"Pussy! It's pussy, and he's dropping his cock into her pussy while he fingers her asshole. It's a little less daring but they're betting they'll score better on technique. Faith isn't just taking it, you can see how she's keeping in perfect balance on her neck as he's just splitting her apart.\"\n\n\"Mark's got her hips and they're winding up for the finale, a spinning reverse cowgirl. So far, a flawless routine but I'm not sure if they'll be able to catch up to the Medvedevs.\"\n\n\"Wait! What is going on? Faith is strapping on a phallus and has reversed the reverse cowgirl and is thrusting and spinning Mark! The crowd is losing their minds! No one's seen pegging, let alone 360 pegging! It looks like Mark's going to lose it.\"\n\n\"Mark's reaching for the jewel on the cock ring and... Look at that! He's spurting in a circle and it looks like a pattern.\"\n\n\"Is that, a daisy?\"\n\n\"What a performance! The crowd is on their feet! The Paradis have left nothing on the table and spilled it all on the floor!\"\n\n\"We'll be back for judges' scores in the 2020 Amora Games, doubles freestyle.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Sex Demon and a beautiful Angel are forced to team up when the Celestial World and Underworld are rent asunder by unknown adversaries. With their leaders missing, the two enlist the help of a cynical supernatural Detective who really doesn’t have time to save the world, much less three.
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"content": "Part 1 (*It's a demon story, so expect to see dark, non-con situations.*)\n***\nFontina said nothing as she looked at the full length mirror in her bedroom. Instead of reflecting her curvy form, the mirror displayed her home world, burning. Ash fell like black snowflakes on top of the scorched buildings and gnarled bodies. When Georgina hobbled to the portal, her beautiful plumage was nothing but burnt embers on blackened bones. Fontina could not hear what she said as she died, but could read her pained expression: *Don't come back.*\n\nWith a wave of her hand, the mirror returned to normal. Fontina could see her puffy red eyes and the streams of hot tears that ran down her face before dripping on her perfect breasts. \"Good lord, what has happened?\" she asked herself. Before she could answer, her cell phone buzzed on her nightstand.\n\n​\n\nAt Newark International Airport, Harry Stonebridge stared at his cell phone while the busy signal blared in his ear. It was customary to call the home office after landing for a gig, but he couldn't remember a time when the circuits were busy—and Harry had been around a *long time*. He pressed the hang-up button on his earbud and the phone disconnected. He went to the closest bar to collect his thoughts and grab a snack, and found the snack first, a redhead reading by herself at the crowded counter. \n\nHarry stood behind a traveler that sat next to her and waited until his ominous presence was felt acutely by the mortal occupying *his* stool. The ruddy-faced man shivered, unable to pinpoint why every fiber of his being was telling him to run, but he acted on instinct and left without a word. He sat down and pushed the half-empty cocktail glass to the edge of the bar. He looked at his yellow eyes, glowing softly in the mirror behind the bar and grinned.\n\n\"Double Monkey Shoulder,\" he called out. The bartender appeared out of nowhere with a glass filled with two fingers of whiskey. \"Mortals are so pliant,\" he said as he sipped his drink and assessed the woman in the mirror: Vassar College sweatshirt, horn-rimmed glasses, makeup applied to look practically invisible, reading The Omnivore's Dilemma, and milking a club soda. *Fuck yes*, he thought. *I love corrupting a woman with principles.*\n\n\"He's wrong, you know,\" he said to her. \n\n\"Um, excuse me?\" \n\n\"Michael Pollan. You think if you eat less, mostly plants, that you'll be able to save yourself and the Earth. I'm saying he's full of free-range organic bullshit and anyone who ascribes to that philosophy is just as delusional.\"\n\nShe inserted a bookmark and closed the cover. \"Enlighten me, dickwad. What's your *hot take* on addressing the food and climate crisis?\"\n\n\"It's simple, really,\" he said, downing his drink and flicking the empty glass away. \"This world is irreversibly *fucked*. The only sane option is to opt out. I mean, look at you. You have, what, close to a million dollars worth of debt, and you're reading about one rich white dude congratulating other rich white dudes for being eco-conscious and profitable, and you're fucking jealous because **you'll** never be either.\"\n\nShe slapped him across the face, her class ring cutting his lip. Harry licked the wound slowly, watching her regain her composure. \n\n\"That felt good, didn't it? Taking power like that?\" he asked, smiling. \"Maybe you'll have a chance after all. How's your hand?\"\n\nShe looked at her red palm. \"It stings. Do you shave with concrete?\"\n\nHarry laughed and grabbed an ice cube from her glass. He placed it on her palm and watched it melt and vaporize with unnatural heat. His poison was working its way through her system, replacing her blood with liquid demonic lust. His long, narrow tail slipped out of his pant leg and wrapped around her ankle before snaking up her jeans. He held her wrist as she began to breath harder, squirming on the barstool. He siphoned more of her energy but could feel the center of her sex glowing between her legs. \n\n\"Let's get out of here,\" he said. \"Let me show you the benefits of eating lots and lots of meat.\" He threw a hundred dollar bill on the bar and led her to an empty terminal gate. She knelt on a seat bench facing the tarmac and pawed at his trousers. Harry's tail flicked her pussy, tasting her lust as she creamed in her panties and jeans. He unzipped his pants and let his dark red cock hang in front of her face, the gold ring that pierced his head glinting under the harsh florescent lights. \n\n\"No, not in public,\" she whimpered, but never took her eyes off it. \"God, I'm such a fucking slut.\" \n\n\"But you want it now, kitten. Who am I to deny you?\" He grew harder as she pulled on his balls, black ooze dripping from his tip. \"Don't you fucking waste it, slut. Eat it. Now.\" He punctuated his words with hard tail thrusts into her pussy. \n\n\"Fuck,\" she moaned as she licked him clean. She tasted the cold metal of the gold mix with his hot flesh in her mouth as her tongue circled his head. \"It tastes so good, mmph,\" she said as he pushed into her throat. She tried to unbutton her soaked jeans but Harry slapped her hands away.\n\n\"No, slut. You don't own your lust anymore. Your pussy is fucking *mine*.\" He looked at her smudged makeup smear more as she took all of his cock down her throat, wiping her tears against his hairy mound. He held her at the edge of suffocation, her skin turning deep red and blue, then released her. \n\n\"Augh,\" she groaned, taking lungfulls of air. Harry grunted and ribbons of black cum shot into her face. He was done with his snack. By now, a crowd of travelers had circled around them. Harry sensed which degenerates would join him with the slightest nudge and he picked them from the crowd. Two business men dropped their pants and stood by his side.\n\n\"You're going to be a good slut and let these men cum in your soaking wet pussy,\" he commanded as he retracted his tail. \"After that, you're going to eat the biggest fucking cheeseburger you can find and *love it*.\"\n\nHe left them scrambling out of their clothes and when he turned around, she was naked, breasts pressed against the large window as she took the first cock. His black cum smeared the glass as her face slid up and down., Harry wiped his fingers and picked up his phone, trying again to call home. When he got another busy signal, he looked at his contact list until he found his only friend in the tri-state area.\n\n​\n\nFontina sat on a bench on the Highline, watching the sun set on Manhattan. The cool wind blew wisps of her golden hair into her face but never blocked it, her summer dress waving lightly at her calves. As the walkers passed her, their demeanor changed; some became happier, others only less gruff, but everyone gained a little optimism for being near her. For Fontina, it was a small act, picking up emotional litter. It was nothing special, just another task in a long list of obligations she had to meet while visiting this plane of existence.\n\n\"Hi Goldie,\" Harry said as he approached her. \"Long time no see.\"\n\n\"Mmm hmm. Must be a hundred years,\" she replied. \"You look well.\"\n\n\"You don't. Forgive my brashness but you look like a whore in church.\"\n\nShe blushed at the description. \"What about you, Harry, why did you call me?\"\n\nHarry pointed at the open side of her bench. \"May I? Something is wrong back home,\" he said, sitting down. \"I can't get a hold of anybody.\"\n\nFontina's eyes widened. \"Have you tried a telectroscope? There's one nearby,\" she said, standing up.\n\n\"It's your town, Goldie. Lead the way.\" They walked into a boutique in SoHo, monitored by a woman distracted by her phone. Harry extended his glamour but she was unmoved.\n\n\"Oh, a challenge,\" he said coyly.\n\n\"No, she's a cat,\" Fontina said. She snapped her fingers and the woman faded away, revealing an orange and white calico sitting placidly on the stool. With a wave of her hand, the cat's disguise returned.\n\n\"That's pretty good,\" Harry said. \"How long have you been running this?\"\n\n\"Since the time of the Manhattans. It used to be a pool of clear water, and when the colonialists took over, they saw a well. When confronted with the extraordinary, mortals can be very willing to ignore anything that doesn't fit.\"\n\nThey walked past the racks of purses and scarves and entered the dressing room together. Harry waved his hand over the mirror and their reflections faded and was replaced by a charcoal gray sky and endless rows of Brutalist concrete buildings.\n\n\"Huh. Looks normal,\" Harry said. \n\n\"That's depressing,\" Fontina said. \"What a cheerless place. Even the trees look twisted.\"\n\nHarry looked closer. \"Those aren't trees. Can you see the wings?\"\n\n\"Oh my God, they're-\"\n\n\"They've been turned to stone.\" Harry's shoulders slumped. \"Everything, everyone, has been rendered inert.\"\n\n\"What could have caused that, Harry?\" she asked.\n\n\"I don't know, Goldie. If I don't fix this, then I'll be stranded with these walking flesh bags until I rot. We need some fresh perspective. Can you ask someone on your end?\"\n\nShe waved her hand over the mirror and the image changed to show her world, black and orange with fire. \"I'm sorry, Harry. My end is nigh as well.\" She returned the mirror to its normal state and clenched her dress with her fists.\n\n\"I can go to one of the other cabals,\" Harry said. \"Maybe it's not just our planes that are fucked right now. Lord Archon runs most operations here still.\"\n\n\"Will he help you?\"\n\n\"Archon and I have a... complicated past. It's not worth getting into, but I think he'd smite me on sight.\"\n\n\"There might be someone else who can help, but we'll have to take a cab to Greektown.\"\n***\n*To be continued.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had always had a tickle fetish. So when aliens abducted her, and told her they would show her what tickling really meant, she wasn't scared it fact it made her horny. She was looking forward to it, at least at first...
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"content": "The aliens were sexy as hell. Jaz thought so, at least, as she glanced around from her position naked tied to the surprisingly large and cushioned table--hell, she probably would be more accurate to call it a bed.. Tall and lanky but humanoid--the two women had three large breasts each and light green skin, hair snow white. The male had deep purple skin and short black hair and a humanoid member, long and hard. \n\nJaz wasn't terrible to look at herself--dark skin with brown eyes and a large bust, chubby but not overweight tummy and shaven pussy. She was clamped down at the wrists, elbows, hips, knees and ankles, and her toes were tied back.\n\n\"You're going to...what?\"\n\nThe male laughed, a surprisingly pleasant sound that sent shivers down Jaz's spine in nervous anticipation. \"Tickle you. We have a...school assignment, you'd phrase it. We're to find a member of another race and show them the meaning of their desires. You've never really been tickled, though you've been dreaming about it your whole life, isn't that right?\" He gave her a wink, a surprisingly human gesture. \n\nHe was amused--thoroughly enjoying putting her in this predicament. His amusement made Jaz even more nervous but simultaneously put her at ease; he certainly didn't seem angry or aggressive. He walked over to a machine, what looked like a satellite dish on wheels. \n\n\"I...no I haven't,\" Jaz admitted. \"I'm only twenty, I'm still in school too. I never really worked on getting a boyfriend or a girlfriend or anything...\" Strangely, she wasn't afraid. She knew these beings wouldn't harm her--and their attitudes put her at ease doubly so. They were exactly what she'd always dreamed her Doms and Dommes would be like.\n\n\"So you like boys and girls?\" One of the females asked, lying next to her.\n\n\"That's really convenient,\" the other said, mirroring the first.\n\nThe male turned on the machine, and a wide beam of light erupted from the tip of the machine. It began at Jaz's feet and slowly worked it's way up.\n\n\"This is going to wake your nerves up, cutie,\" one of the females giggled. \"It's going to make sure you're more ticklish than you've ever been in your entire life. I hope you can handle it!\"\n\n\"Mm, I hope she can't,\" the other one giggled. \"I hope just the slightest touch sends her into a desperate, helpless screaming fit of laughter and she totally loses her mind.\"\n\n\"Oh, she will,\" the male said, chuckling again. \"She's going to be our squirming, desperate little tickle-toy in no time. Isn't that right, cutie?\"\n\nJaz couldn't think of a proper response. The dichotomy between the female's sexual taunting and the male's bratty confidence completely took away any retort and all she could do was shyly bite her bottom lip, repressing nervous giggles.\n\nThe machine finished it's work and shut off. \"Finally!\" one of the females sighed lustily. Each lay down beside Jaz and began gently kissing her armpits, their fingers lazily dragging across her stomach. At the same time, the male began running his fingertips across her helpless feet. \n\nHave you ever taken off clothing after a long day and found your skin momentarily super sensitive, but had it wear off after a few touches? That's what Jaz was going through, except that every single stroke of their fingers in every single spot was like that, and her skin never got used to the sensations. She had wanted to hold out, keep from giggling, make them work for it--except the moment her skin was touched, she couldn't control anything. She tried to arch her back but only managed a little, and screamed.\n\n\\----\n\n\"MERCY! MERCAHAHAHA...PLEASE! AHAHAHA NO MORE! MERC...AHAHAHA!\"\n\n\"Mmm, beggies are my favorite,\" one of the women mused as she goosed and grabbed at Jaz's ribs with one hand, tweaking her hips with the other.\n\n\"Mmm so delicious! She's so cute!\" the other giggled girlishly, blowing yet another raspberry right on Jaz's bellybutton.\n\nThe male was running his fingers all over Jaz's thighs, getting so close to her pussy but never touching. \"Oh but she loves it, too! Her womanhood is dripping wet, I've never seen a human this horny! Kootchy kootchy koo, sweetie...hey girls, shall we?\"\n\nThe others nodded enthusiastically. Mercifully, the tickling paused and Jaz spent nearly a minute gasping for breath and calming down.\n\n\"Now?\" the females asked eagerly.\n\n\"Now,\" the male confirmed with a wide grin.\n\nThe females leaned over and wrapped their lips around Jaz's nipples! Their tongues weren't like human tongues, they were....furry almost, and Jaz squealed. The tickling seemed to reach through her breasts to her very core.\n\nBut that was nothing. \"I'm going to tickle your clit now, sugar. You're so cute, lying there helplessly and laughing and moaning...you're going to cum. And cum, and cum, and cum. This is just the beginning of your very, very long night before we send you home. But...\" the male chuckled again, \"remember, we're in space. So one night up here...well, it could last forever. Maybe we'll keep you.\"\n\nWith that, he kneeled down and wrapped his tongue into her pussy, dragging it against her clit with lightning speed. Jaz had never in her life felt anything so ticklish! It wasn't long before the orgasm took her. She'd never felt anything like it--her body tensed and arched and twisted on it's own volition, pleasure exploded inside her mind and body and forced her eyes to cross, her body taking on a mind of its own.\n\nJaz didn't know if the male was joking about how this night may last forever, but as she came off the first orgasm and immediately spiraled into an even stronger one...she wasn't sure if she *wanted* him to be joking."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : You have inadvertedly gained the status of a minor fertility god. In your presence, women get curvier, men get taller and more muscled, everyone gets hornier and the chances of a pregnancy triple.
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"content": "Aya tossed coin after coin from her bag into the chest placed beneath her desk. Every single one was followed by a chiming *cling*, and a number counting higher in Aya's head. She just reached 241 when there was a knock on the door.\n\n\"What is it?\" She bellowed, not bothering to get up. She didn't afford a servant to open or close the door, since she'd barely make her expenses back if she did so, but didn't want to seem subservient enough to do it on their own.\n\n\"A girl came in. Wants to work, she said.\" The voice of one of her ladies rang through, it already swooning in the usual, seductive tone, caused by mere accident - or so they thought.\n\n\"Send her in.\"\n\nThe door opened, and a delicate young lady stepped in, her clothes far too elegant for the desperate sort that found their way to work at Aya's Cottage. She looked capable, with fair skin and a pretty, yet seemingly firm bosom decorating her, and a petite behind that men would likely lose themselves in. \nAya sat upright. Most people looked capable while near her, and yes, most ladies looked more and more voluptious, and beautiful the closer she got.\n\n\"Take a seat, and don't take all day, mind you? I presume you want to talk business.\"\n\nThe girl nodded. \"Ah, yes.\" She quickly took a seat, seemingly overeager to make a good impression.\n\nAya didn't say much at first, taking a closer look at this potential candidate. \"Hmm. That's fine.\" She took to inspecting the clothing the girl wore, a fine dress one wouldn't be wondering to see one of the upper classes wear. \"Raise your arm.\" She ordered gently, and took a glance at the well-shaved armpits. As expected, the somewhat intoxicating waft of perfume, mixed with just a tiny tinge of sweat reached her nose. \"Come a bit closer.\" Aya now took hold of the girl by her chin, turning it left, right, checking for any surprises that could cause problems later. No notable adam's apple that might betray this girl's apparent gender, no weird discoloration that may betray the apparent health. There were even traces of makeup on the girl, unusual to say the least, not that Aya complained about that sort of thing.\n\nAya let go of the girl's chin and leaned back. She pulled out a sheet of pergament and opened her ink jar. As she jotted down the first part of what soon would be a legally binding, fully-fledged work contract, she went through some questions. \"So, I hope you are aware that you request to work here as a prostitute. Colloquially called whore, though some will certainly misname you as one of the following: slut, stripper, skank, or the most overused: bitch.\" As the girl on the other side nodded, she continued. \"You are granted a room, a suggestion of rates to orient on; though following it to the letter is neither required nor requested, you are both requested and required to use protective measures. You are aware of the risk this line of work presents?\"\n\nThe girl snickered in the most endearing manner one could imagine. \"Yes, yes, I am fully aware that sex may lead to pregnancy.\"\n\nAya sighed. \"Diseases. I meant, diseases. For pregnancy, you are expected to use preventative measures.\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah. I'm aware.\" The girl said.\n\n\"Alright.\" Aya jotted down the last few parts of the contract. It was a simple one. The girl would have to pay a percentage of the income to Aya in exchange for living quarters. She'd be expected to serve customers within certain limits, and in exchange would get payments if she wound up pregnant of afflicted with any type of disease. \"Sign here.\"\n\nThe girl did so without hesitation, and as the ink dried, Aya took a look on the girl's name. \"Welcome toy your new home, Miss Minis. For now, you'll have to accommodate with room 212. It might be necessary to move you later on, but for now, make it yours.\"\n\n----\n\nAya had finished counting coin for this day, so she stood up. Now was time for one of her most important duties. \nShe placed a sign on her door saying \"Currently Out\", and just to make sure nobody barged in, she locked the door from the inside. After that was done, she took to her shelf. It was filled with several documents, ledgers and loan documents, especially for some frequent customers, but that wasn't the important part. No, the important part was that, when pushed aside, it revealed a door. And behind that door was passage, just small enough for a single person to fit through, and it was perfectly placed to allow her to check on each and every one of her workers.\n\nDespite the obvious breach in both the worker's and the client's privacy, this was important. If a person charged premium, but the rates didn't show this, then words had to be spoken. If a customer was blackmailed, she'd have to know and pay a pretty penny to ensure the secret was kept and the girl was leaving.\n\nThough, this all was secondary. The primary reason to get so close is to share her influence. Aya noticed one day that people around her seemed more attractive, more willing to copulate with one another, and finally, more capable of conceiving, no matter the circumstances. Aya wasn't stupid, and since she felt this gift had to be given for a reason, she opened a brothel. The arousal helped to attract more customers, and the closer she was, the greater the influence was. It meant she had to replace some people rather often, and that the payment for a surprise pregnancy was more of an inevitability than a precaution, but the numbers added up so that she still made somewhat of a profit.\n\nToday, she especially wanted to check on one of her new acquisitions. Minis had, despite her room being the furthest away from the entrance, gotten a sizable following. Part of it was easy to understand. The formal dresscode, the makeup, the cordial manners that Aya presumed to be to make a good first impression, they all stayed even after hiring. To say that imagining to mingle sexually with the upper class was something people liked would be an understatement. Though even if that was the case, that would only explain part of it. Aya had been wondering, hoping that this girl hadn't sold herself cheap for the sake of attracting an early foothold. Those stories never ended well for them, especially once they became pregnant.\n\nAya looked through a crack in the wall, barely visible due to the lack of light from this corridor, yet fully capable of taking a look to the bed and it's current occupants. On it, Minis had taken to spread her dress, as well as legs, for Niko, one of the regulars. Niko had been dimwitted, yet always eager to return. He even had the coin for payment every time, which was somewhat fascinating, for his looks and behavior seemed to paint him a poor man otherwise.\n\n\"Ohh, someone's eager to get going, now is he not? Pray tell, Niko, does defiling this chaste little girl really do it for you that much?\" Minis said, showing her lower goods to him as the upper parts are still covered by the dress.\n\n\"Yes, yes!\" Niko replied, his hands already aiming the stiff, firm member that had, without his direct knowledge, likely fathered 3 of Aya's workers already. It wasn't written down enough to tell him, but the odds seemed to speak for him. He was lowering down on the seemingly needy Minis, ready to plunge in, when she held him just at arm's length, held his member just resting on her already unusually wet folds. Aya was content with seeing that this girl enjoyed her work, when Minis' words made her freeze in shock.\n\n\"Hey, Niko? Can you hold a secret? If you don't go perpetuating what is going down in the next hour... I'll let you impregnate me.\"\n\nAya was flabbergasted, though Niko was excited. \"You'd let little old me do it? Surely, you're intent on fooling me, miss.\"\n\n\"No, Niko. I don't want more money. I know you want to. I heard stories. That you came here, every week, just to take a girl. If one was currently gone, you'd go to the next. And that you'd knock one of us up one day. Word travels fast, Niko... But just imagine it. For your silence, you'll see, one day, this little miss, sporting a baby belly, talking at the royal courts, and knowing that it was yours...\"\n\nMinis now pulled in Nikos, let him plunge deep within her and held him there. \"I just want this one thing, Niko, want you to keep going, not pull out as this church-lovers-pleasing board outside orders you to.\" She now held him close, pulling and pushing her nether lips away as to stimulate him, all the while now whispering in his ear. \"I just want you to breed me, Niko. Is that too much to ask.\n\nNiko, before already a mess of excitement and nervousness, panted out: \"Miss... *hah* If you keep going, I-\"\n\nHe didn't get much further, and Aya saw the tense body atop the dressed girl shudder as the usual spurts of white didn't present themselves outside, but were likely to be found inside.\n\nMinis caressed the seemingly crying man's head, gently going through his hair. \"Shh... You did what I wanted. I can't give you a free round, but if you want, we can stay like this for now?\" The nod from Niko was all she needed to see, as she held him in what was more of a hug than a sexual embrace."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elite group of demon hunters take care of all the succubi and incubi across the continent. Their name? The Lust Busters
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"content": "When there's a kinky slut in your neighborhood \nWho yo gonna call? Lust Busters! \nIf there's a giant fuck \nAnd it look too good \nWho yo gonna call? Lust Busters! \n\nI ain't aroused of no imp \nI ain't aroused of no imp \n\nIf you're seeing demons running through your street \nWho yo gonna call? Lust Busters! \nA salacious man \nLying in your bed \nWho yo gonna call? Lust Busters! \n\nI ain't aroused of no imp \nI ain't aroused of no imp \n\nWho yo gonna call? Lust Busters! \nI you're not left alone \nPick up the phone \nAnd call lust busters \n\nI ain't aroused of no imp \nI hear it fucks the girls \nI ain't aroused of no imp \nYeah yeah yeah yeah\n\nWho yo gonna call? Lust Busters! \n\nIf you've had a dose of a freaky ghost pussy \nYou better call, Lust Busters!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She could never see herself in such a revealing swimsuit in public. But seeing herself in the mirror, and the idea of actually wearing it out is exciting her to her core. She could perhaps “relieve” her excitement, the change into a simpler bikini before her friends picker her up for the beach.
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"content": "Criticism always welcome.\n\n----\n\nAfter brushing her hair, she browsed through a drawer, eventually settling on a red bikini. Taking the bottom, she lifted one leg after the other and put them through it, pulling it over her. She took the top, and slid it over both arms while walking to the standing mirror, suddenly stopping.\n\nLooking at herself, she slowly put her arms down, catching the top as it slid. She threw it into the open drawer with only a sideways glance.\n\nShe thought her breasts were nice, apart from being whiter than the rest of her. Standing firmly, poking forward, smooth raised areolas. Thankfully no stretch marks. Maybe a little small. Or a little big? She crossed her arms behind her back and idly swung her torso left and right, with a growing smile until she was hit with trepidation. What would people say? How would she act? It’s just a stupid idea and she keeps forgetting how stupid it is.\n\nShe sighed, rubbing her arms together, and noticed how insecure she looks. Straightening her back, she tried to relax, focusing on her eyes. What’s there to be ashamed about, really? She placed her hands on her hips, shifted weight to one leg and smiled at herself. There it is. She imagined a cute guy standing right in front of her. Her smile changed. She let the thought linger.\n\nBut no, that’s just fantasy. Although… She shifted her hair forward, using it to preserve her modesty. Did it? It technically covered more than the bikini. She looked at herself from various angles. She bent over to reach the ground, trying to hide her sides with her arms as her hair fell forward. This doesn’t work. She threw her hair back and tried various ways of covering herself with her hands or arms, looking for the most natural-looking one, but they all looked silly.\n\nShe turned the mirror towards the bed, and climbed over it, lying down on her stomach and looking up at herself. Her breasts pressing against the bed, she slowly lifted her front, stopping when her nipples showed and readjusting just enough to hide them. This wouldn’t draw so much attention, would it? Well, it would a little. But not as much as, say… She rose a bit more, just enough to hang freely, shifting her arms for comfort. Maybe she just needs to stay cool. Can’t be embarrassed if you don’t do anything embarrassing. Right?\n\nShe imagined lying there, idly talking or reading a book, all sorts of people looking at her without her paying them any attention or even noticing. Guys picking her out from everyone else there. Girls envious of her confidence and tits. Older men struggling to stay proper.\n\nMaybe it’s not so bad to be noticeable. She got off the bed and started pacing in front of the mirror, adjusting the way she did so. Certain moves made her tits bounce slightly. She could avoid that. Or she could not. And why not?\n\nShe threw herself over the bed, stretching out on her back. Guys talking to her would pretend not to look. Would she pretend not to notice? She could talk to them about anything in the most disinterested tone and her most inviting parts would just be there. What’s it like to kiss with your chests touching? What would she think if she saw people do that?\n\nShe squeezed her breasts and rubbed the nipples with her thumbs. Maybe this could happen too… Maybe in some hidden spot, maybe not hidden at all. She started rubbing her one article of clothing into herself, closing her eyes...\n\nThe car horn startled her and she rose immediately, heaving and a little sweaty. She quickly dressed up and rushed to the car, sitting in the back and greeting her friends. For a moment, one of them noticed a nipple poking through her shirt."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] You're dating a supernatural/superpowered being who really enjoys a good spanking. Unfortunately, the first time you tried to use your hand for it you nearly broke your wrist, so now you're looking for ways to make it work.
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"content": "“You’re gonna spank me, tonight?” Sophie asked, excitedly, as she disrobed. “I though that, after last time...”\n\n“Hey, I got to write that off for workman’s compensation,” John responded, wiping dust off his brow. “Besides, my wrist was just sprained. Nothing broke.”\n\n“Okay...” Sophie chuckled, pulling her doffed robes into a haphazard pile on the dais and slowly sinking to her knees on top of it - a makeshift cushion. “But do you really want to hurt your wrist *again*?”\n\n“Who said I’m gonna hurt my wrist again?” John smiled through his bushy black beard as he noisily undid his belt and pulled off his jeans.\n\n“You’re gonna spank me, right?”\n\n“Right.”\n\n“Last time you spanked me, you sprained your wrist.”\n\n“Yup.”\n\nSophie bit her lip as she leaned over, supporting her weight on her hands and knees. She turned a suspicious eye towards her lover as he continued to undress behind her... For the first time, she noted the duffel bag at his side.\n\n“You’re up to something...” Sophie decided.\n\n“Yeah.” John agreed, still smiling as he managed to disentangle himself from his boxers. \n\nSophie could feel John’s left hand grab her hip as he positioned himself behind her. She turned her head back, facing into the large, open display space of the museum, waiting for him to start.\n\nJohn was in his mid-thirties, tall, gruff looking, and built like a stack of bricks. He was the foreman for a renovation project on one of the museum’s older wings. His job was how they had met, and, more or less, how their affair had begun... It wasn’t every job where a perfectly sculpted woman wanted to fuck you on site...\n\nSophie loved the way John drank her in every time they were together. He snuck off the worksite a couple times a week for this, and, whenever he did, he always marveled at her like she was a work of art... Well, she was, of course, but modesty prevented her from admitting it out loud.\n\nJohn always took his time feeling her up, running his hands up and down her sides, cupping her firm, pert breasts, kissing his way up her shoulders to her neck, her cheek, and eventually her lips as she turned her head to meet him. She loved the meticulous exploration and the gentle touch... but... well... *gentle* got *stale*...\n\nAll her life, people had treated Sophie as though she were fragile... In a certain sense, she was, but she was also *solid* - something she desperately wished more people would understand. Everyone who touched her held themselves back for fear of hurting her... Until John, that was. \n\nJohn was the first one to be a little more... *rough*... with her, and, though it hadn’t gone exceedingly well, John was the first one who had *spanked* her when she asked for it.\n\n“You - mmmph...” She gasped as John broke away from kissing her, letting his hands linger on her breasts for a moment as he righted himself behind her. “You gonna start? Even with the cushion, my knees are starting to hurt a little.”\n\n“Yeah,” He responded, letting his hands settle on her wide hips, his big cock against her perfectly smooth arse. “Just let me...”\n\nHe cut himself off, and Sophie felt his right hand leave its place. She heard the zipper of the duffel bag whir, and widened her eyes in astonishment as she saw what John produced from it.\n\n“No...” She gawked, a grin slowly spreading across her pale face. “Oh, no fucking way! Are you kidding me?”\n\nJohn gave her a confused look.\n\n“What?”\n\n“You’re not gonna... With *that*, John!? Really!?”\n\n“What do you mean?”\n\nSophie snorted a laugh under control as she stared at the object. It was dark gray, circular in shape, a price tag still dangling on a looped string from a hole in the end of the short handle.\n\n“John...” Sophie giggled. “That’s a *frying pan*!”\n\nJohn gave her a look of bemusement, but tried to mask it with a sternly scrunched brow.\n\n“You’re a five-hundred year old *golem* with an ass made of solid marble,” He retorted as she began to laugh harder. “You think a *normal* paddle is gonna work for spanking?”\n\nSophie began to sob with laughter, bringing one stark-white hand up to cover her face. John was right, of course. He had nearly broken his hand last time he’d tried to spank her with any force, and she’d barely felt it. She didn’t think a rubber paddle from a sex store would make much of a difference, and a wooden one would probably snap... But, seriously, a *frying pan*?\n\n“You’re gonna fuck me from behind,” She laughed. “While banging a pan against my ass!? God this is too funny.”\n\n*BONG*\n\nSophie slipped, barely catching herself as her shoulders sunk back down to the dais. Her hair, sculpted from the same white stone as the rest of her body, moved like a sheet to cover her face as her cheek came to suddenly rest upon the floor. \n\n“You...” She struggled. “You dick!”\n\n“Any complaints about the frying pan, now?”\n\nSophie thought for a moment as she picked herself back up onto hands and knees. John had taken her by surprise, smacking her rear with the flat of the pan... But she had *felt* it... And it had *felt good*...\n\n“Shut up,” She commanded, glancing over her perfectly sculpted shoulder one more time. “And start fucking me.”\n\nJohn’s warmth filled the one truly soft space of her body an instant later, and she moaned. His left hand was a vice on her hip. His rhythm was slow and careful but hard as he pulled out and pushed back in, establishing himself before the next swing came... Then it was like clockwork...\n\n*BONG*\n\n*BONG*\n\n*BONG*\n\n*BONG*\n\n“Oh!” She cried out. “Oh, fuck yes!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Lesbian Thespian: Dirty talk in iambic pentameter
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"content": "Oh, daddy, whisper sweet nothings to me.\n\nCall me your pale little goddess, your whore.\n\nKiss me on the lips, taste my sullen needs.\n\nTonight, I want to unravel my core.\n\n​\n\nLet temptation guide your hands to my throat\n\nWhile your tongue searches my mouth for secrets.\n\nDon’t mind my blush, for I’ve taken an oath\n\nTo embrace these delights without regret.\n\n​\n\nI want it hard; choke me with all your strength\n\nAs I reach down and release your sweet cock.\n\nAllow me to stroke your mighty size and length,\n\nFor I can feel your want, hard as a rock.\n\n​\n\nForce me to my knees so I can lick you:\n\nSlobbering over your cock and your balls\n\nTill I am a mess of spit and drool,\n\nBegging you to fuck me against the walls.\n\n​\n\nWe must make haste before your wife comes home.\n\nShe can never know how you make me moan.\n\n​\n\n\\*\\*\n\nI haven't written in iambic pentameter since high school! But I gave it a shot ♥\n\nEdit: I hope it didn't *have* to be lesbian! Didn't see that when I read the title :("
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Write a story using this writing prompt: nobody knew how or why, but about 10% of the world's population woke up tomorrow with a glowing message above their head describing their most embarrassing sexual secret (eg. Jacksoffonhisownface, or Suckedherbrothersdick)
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"content": "My secretary began acting weird when I got into the office.\n\nI wasn't complaining. This sexy Latina woman who was usually so demure and straight-laced woman first brought me a cup of coffee. That part wasn't unusual--what was unusual is that she dropped the sugar packets. She's not a clumsy woman, in fact she's usually completely the opposite.\n\nI couldn't help but feel my nipples perk up underneath my dress coat and shirt as she bent down in front of me, showing off her perfect ass in that little pencil skirt. My mind flashed to images of me reaching up and grabbing that skirt, shoving it up and groping her ass. Of course, that would be harassment, so I didn't do it. When she turned around and handed me my sugar packets, I could swear she giggled a little as I tried to compose myself.\n\n\"Sorry ma'am! I'm such a ditzy girl. Here, let me help you.\" She reached across the desk and grabbed the coffee---leaning very far forward in the process. Her shirt was unbuttoned just a little too far, and I couldn't help but stare at her ample bust for a second before I was able to divert my eyes.\n\nShe finished fixing my coffee and strutted--I swear she strutted--out of my office to hers just outside. I daydreamed for just a moment about her as a ditz, a completely air-headed bimbo, letting me put my hands all over her. I shook my head--I needed to get to the digital paperwork waiting for me.\n\n​\n\nMy phone rang about an hour later. It was a client asking my professional advice on a complex manner--I was sitting at my desk, quietly listening to his story when my secretary walked in. \n\n*Can I fix my bra in here?* She mouthed at me. All I could do was nod my head. A moment later, her top was all the way off and she was looking down at her bra, adjusting it--I saw absolutely nothing wrong with it. What I could see was...well, just about everything. The bra was sheer nude, and as she wriggled side to side it shimmered I caught glimpses of her skin through it--including her dark nipples, which were rock-hard."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Instead of blood, each period is just a dick-sized fairy that crawls out of you to remind you that you're not pregnant. While their average lifespan is 9 months, they can be bred by mortal men. One fairy happens to climb out as you're about to consummate your marriage.
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"content": "\"Oh god, not now,\" Angela said in the bathroom. She saw tell tale spotting on the toilet paper and wished it had started on any other day besides this one. She heard a knock on the door.\n\n\"Are you okay in there? Do you need help with the dress?\"\n\n\"Yeah mom, I'm okay,\" Angela replied. She wiped as best she could then opened the door a crack. \"Um, mom? I just started... my time of the month. Can you hand me my cup?\"\n\n\"Oh sweetie,\" her mom said. \"On your wedding day.\" She brought over a small jar with wings on the lid and handed it over through the gap. \"Do you need help putting it in?\"\n\n\"Mom! I'm twenty-five years old, I know how to put in a cup.\"\n\n\"I know you do, honey. It's just, you know, your wedding day and I thought you might be nervous. You don't want to spill out.\"\n\n\"Mom, that's disgusting!\" she exclaimed, but knew that her mom was only trying to help. She opened the jar and removed the little rubber cup, placing it on her fingertip. She grimaced as she fought to insert it far enough to stay in place then pulled up the white lace panties that matched her wedding gown. *This better hold*, she thought as she reached for her white stockings.\n\nShe felt the bloating increase throughout the day. During her beautiful wedding, no one could tell that anything was wrong. Not even Gabe noticed when she gripped his hand a little tighter during the ring ceremony. Only her mom acknowledged her struggle with kind, empathetic eyes. During the reception, Angela almost forgot about her cycle until it came time to throw the bouquet. As she tossed it backwards, she felt her muscles stretch and something stirred below. *Oh god, if I pulled something, I'm fucked*, she thought as she smiled through the clueless applause.\n\n\"Now let's get the groom onto the dance floor,\" the DJ called as a chair was placed in the center of the room. Angela sat down and held onto the chair seat while Gabe knelt at her feet. \n\n\"Gabe,\" she whispered, \"do **not** reach too high, okay? I will fucking murder you in front of your parents if get greedy.\"\n\nHe nodded and placed her foot on his hip, then reached under her dress. Angela struggled to keep it together as his fingers moved along her inner thigh and pulled down the garter. The crowd hooted as he stood with his prize held high, and he shot it into the group of single men. \n\nThat night, they were ushered into the hotel room by the boisterous wedding party then were left alone. Gabe pulled her close and kissed her deeply. \"You're wonderful, Angela,\" he said. \"I am the luckiest man in the world.\"\n\n\"Yes, yes you are,\" she replied. Angela turned around and looked over her shoulder. \"Can you let me out of this cage?\"\n\nGabe unbuttoned the corset top and Angela took a full breath for the first time in hours. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, hoping that she could make it through the night without a problem. She pushed him towards the bed and he fell backwards on it. Angela knelt between his legs, her tule and taffeta skirt surrounding her like a white rose. \n\n\"Does my husband want a blowjob?\" she asked, rubbing his crotch. She didn't wait for an answer and unbuckled his pants. She freed his semi-flaccid cock and licked his balls, running her tongue over his shaft. He stiffened in her mouth as she sucked on his head and played with his balls. His musky scent began to arouse her and she felt the first pang, a sign that her time was near. Angela grunted and held in the pain and continued to slide Gabe's cock in her throat, not wanting to ruin their night. \n\n\"Oh fuck, that feels good,\" he moaned. He looked down and saw her wincing as she dropped deeper on his cock. \"Honey, are you alright?\" he asked, cupping her jaw.\n\n\"I... I have to go to the bathroom,\" she said and abruptly stood up. She slammed the door behind her and tore the dress off. Her panties were damp, and she knew that the cup failed. She sat on the toilet and reached between her legs to retrieve the cup when Gabe, half naked from the waist down, opened the door.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" he started to say before he took in what was happening in the bathroom. Angela was hunched over with her hand between her legs. He heard a loud *pop* and Angela pulled her hand out with a little blue cup in her palm. \"What's that?\"\n\n\"Didn't you go to health class?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but lady business...it was just lady business. Jesus, you had that in you this whole time?\" \n\nAngela winced. \"Wait, there's more.\" She leaned back and spread her legs, and Gabe stared at her dripping pussy. He swallow a scream as two tiny hands slid out and braced against her lips. \"Ff-fuck, this is the worst part,\" she groaned as a tiny fairy, slick with her cream, pushed itself out of her and fell in the toilet. \n\n\"What that fuck?\" he screamed, falling to his knees. Water splashed out of the bowl as the fairy cleaned of its wings and flittered out, landing on the sink. \n\nThe fairy was as tall as a toothbrush, but built like a tiny bear. He wore nothing, his broad hairy chest shining with dew drops. He held a small sack that contained something round. \"Evening everyone,\" he said. He stroked his beard as he looked around the room, then spied the bathroom window. He flew to the sill and Angela opened it a crack. The fairy saluted her and said, \"See you next month.\"\n\n\"Bye Gil,\" she sighed and the fairy vanished. She pulled a handful of toilet paper and cleaned herself off. She pulled up her panties and offered her hand to Gabe. He took it and got off the floor.\n\n\"Didn't your parents explain the birds and the bees, and the hemogoblins?\" she asked. \n\nGabe stood agog, alternating between looking at the window and his wife. \"Hemo...*goblins*?\" \n\n\"Shh,\" she said, putting a finger over his lips. \"It means that I can't get pregnant for a while. Do you know what that means?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"It means I'm fucking horny and I want you to fuck me senseless.\" She grabbed his cock and led him back to bed.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Pro tip: Never tell a witch that you're ticklish...
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"content": "Orion gritted his teeth as he wandered through the forest without a path. It was his own stupid fault, really, thinking he could steal from the old woman it was widely regarded as probably a witch. Well, he could confirm that now.\n\nShe'd put a spell on him. Now he wore nothing but a tiny loincloth hiding his large, pulsing manhood and pendulous, aching balls. His barrel chest was on full display as were his muscular thighs and buttocks. \n\nAll Orion had to do was get home before sundown without having an orgasm, the crone had reassured him, and the spell would lift. What the spell was he wasn't sure--all he knew is that the hag had run a finger down his stomach, seen him shiver in ticklishness, and then had an idea. Oh he might have snapped at her not do touch him that way, because he was ticklish. But surely that had nothing to do with--\n\nOrion grunted as he tried to lift a foot and found he could not. He glanced down--damn trapweed grass had snared one ankle! As he tugged he felt it around his other ankle as well. He let out a minor curse against the goddess of luck and grabbed for his short sword.\n\nIt wasn't there. He gawked at his side and empty scabbard. Then he saw it floating a few feet away--or rather, carried by pixies.\n\nOrion growled. \"Don't you lot start messing with me. I have to be home, release me please.\" The pixies weren't a surprise, the bratty bunch of minxes were well known in these woods. As long as one was polite to them and sometimes humored them with a little 'fun', the pixies weren't an issue. But Orion had no time for their brand of fun today.\n\nThe giggles he heard in response weren't reassuring. A moment later they swarmed him, tickling his bare stomach, ribs and sides. Orion squealed--how had he gotten THAT ticklish? Oh no, the crone--had she really?\n\nHe couldn't think as pixies began stroking the backs of his knees, forcing him to fall to the ground. More trapweed grabbed his wrists and held them behind him as the pixies backed off. \n\nThey didn't speak common, but Orion was fluent in Sylvan. *We can taste a curse*\n\n*A particularly...fun one*\n\n*Come boy, let us play.*\n\n\"Wait--no!\" Orion exclaimed as the pixies swarmed his nethers. He switched to speaking Sylvan, *please, have mercy! I must be home by sundown!*\n\nThe giggles were even less reassuring this time as the loincloth was pulled to the side, exposing his rigid manhood. *Are you ticklish here, human?*\n\nOrion couldn't focus enough to speak Sylvan. \"Wait, no! Please, please no, don't-yeeHEEHEEHEE! NO! MERCY!\" He squealed again, bucking helplessly as vibrating pixie hands began meandering lazily up and down his manhood. \n\nHe'd never felt a more ticklish sensation in his entire life! Half a dozen pixies were dancing their magically vibrating hands up and down his member, tickling deeply inside him to a core he didn't know he had. \"Iheehee if I don't geeheehee! Get home by heehee sundown I'll--I'll aheehee always be like this! Plee-hee-heease!\"\n\n*Always ticklish on your cock?*\n\n*No, that's not the curse, can't you feel it? The curse is that every woman who ever sees him will NEED to torture him, to dominate him, to see him squirm and beg. It's a very creative curse, I like it.*\n\nOrion balked. Every woman would want to dominate him? That...that was too cruel! He'd never been one with submissive tendencies, even though he was enjoying this on a purely physical level--obviously the curse included a desire for him, too.\n\n*What about your balls? Are you ticklish here too?* Orion let out a moan through his laughter as more pixies added themselves to his balls, tickling mercilessly. Orion screamed and a moment later his body arched as shot after shot of cum sprayed from his manhood, covering the forest floor.\n\nThe pixies let up, allowing him to tilt forward and hang by the grass holding his wrists up. \"Nooo...you've doomed me...you've damned me!\"\n\n*Oh relax. Our magic is stronger than the crone's magic. We can lift your curse.*\n\nHope rose in the heart of Orion for the first time all evening. \"You-you can?\"\n\n*Of course. And we will...IF you can amuse us enough. Now...get him!*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She orgasms very quickly during sex and becomes too sensitive to continue. It's made her love life embarrassing, but things change when she meets a man who suffers from premature ejaculation.
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"content": "“Mmmm...” Brittany hummed as the bed rocked beneath her. “Mmmwuh!... Oh f- mmmph!”\n\nHer legs shook into action; heels kicking off the mattress, knees pulling up on either side of her lover’s hips, ankles crossing over one another as she hooked her legs behind his tailbone.\n\n“Fu-uhhh-uck! Hector! Hector! I’m gon- ah! Gonna...” She gasped as she tried to stammer out the sentence, feeling the pressure on her own hips redouble as Hector began to thrust into her at a more reckless pace.\n\nHe was about to cum, too...\n\n“Fuck!” He growled into her ear as he tensed, his body crashing into Brittany’s one last time.\n\nThe sound and the sudden stop pushed her over the edge one pounding heartbeat later. It started as a warm throb in her groin, but spread out from her core like an electric shock. Her fingers and toes tingled, her breasts filled with warmth, her head swam with satisfaction.\n\nShe made a hoarse attempt to alert her lover of her climax, again, but failed as her voice stretched into a single note, long and loud, of pleasure.\n\nMoments passed with just him on top of her in the bed, feeling each other breathe as they clung to each other in a tangle of sweat-beaded limbs. \n\nBrittany could still feel Hector inside her. She could still feel his lips against her ear as he’d growled out his announcement. She could still feel his chest against her breasts. \n\nHer whole body hummed with electricity; every inch of skin so sensitive it was almost painful... Almost... Though, certainly, it was a bit uncomfortable.\n\nAfter a few more minutes drinking in each other’s warmth, Brittany tapped her lover on the shoulder.\n\n“Hector...” She whispered. “Could you...”\n\n“Y-Yeah...” He whispered in response, doing a half-push-up as Brittany unwrapped her legs from behind his back.\n\nSitting up at the foot of the bed, Hector reached down to his lap, pulling the condom off his slowly softening cock. Hopping down from the bunk, he strode a pace across the room to dispose of it in a trash can.\n\nBrittany smiled to herself as she remained on the sweat-soaked sheets, lying prone, staring up at the ceiling of her dorm room. Tonight had been a first for her... Not her first time having sex, no... But the first time she’d climaxed at the same time as a partner...\n\nA twenty-year old culinary major, Brittany wasn’t, perhaps, the most ostensibly attractive woman on her university’s campus, or involved in the most flaunt-worthy course of study, but she was a social butterfly by nature, and had a healthy love-life...\n\nWhich was not to say she had a very healthy sex-life...\n\nHer choice in lovers was usually sound, and their desires were usually of a more-or-less orthodox variety, but there were still problems when Brittany had sex. No matter how gently her boyfriends and flings touched her, or how slowly, Brittany seemed to be incapable of holding out for more than ten to fifteen minutes before she reached climax.\n\nMany of her lovers considered it a bit of an ego-boost, puffing themselves up on getting her off so fast... Until she told them she couldn’t go for round-two... Or, for that matter, even finish round-one with them.\n\nAfter an orgasm, Brittany became sensitive to the slightest touch. One or two boyfriends had tried making her cum a second time in one go, but she’d always wound up shrieking for them to stop... A throb just slightly better than a sunburn was not something she wanted to feel when someone was playing with her boobs...\n\nSome men had stayed with her for a time, despite this, satisfying themselves beside her after bringing her to climax... Others, off-put by her sudden sensitivity and seeming refusal to help them off, would get dressed and leave... Ultimately, though, they all went looking for someone who would last a bit longer...\n\nBrittany had all but given up on having a long-term sexual partner... Until she’d met Hector. Hector, she could see being a frequent visitor in her bed...\n\n“The Ten-Minute Sock strikes again.” Hector chuckled as he climbed back up into the bed. \n\nBrittany smiled at that. Her roommate had picked up on the particular *pattern* she held when she had men over in the dorm. Because of that - and Brittany’s habit of pulling one sock off to put on the door, leaving the other on her foot - she’d earned a crass nickname.\n\n“Hey,” She giggled. “So did the Two-Stroke Engine.”\n\nHector flashed her a grin as he crawled into bed next to her. She eyed him up and down, admiring his more-toned physique, his darkly tanned skin, his neatly cut black hair. All of it was in stark contrast to her slightly more generous, certainly more pale body and tangle of blonde curls. \n\nBrittany liked Hector, and not just because he was cute or a good talker... But also because he could “keep pace” with her, and had earned an equally embarrassing nickname from an ex-girlfriend.\n\nHector was twenty-two, now, but hadn’t found much in the way of female companionship since nineteen, despite being a “piece of eye-candy” on the university’s soccer team. \n\nHis lack of success, romantically, wasn’t due to any lack of charisma or any bad habits, but rather because a long-term flame had, when they’d fallen out, publicized the fact that he had a particular lack of durability in bed... In the face of this, contrasting with every other obvious display of his physical and athletic fitness, he became the “Two-Stroke Engine”.\n\n“Touche, Brit...” Hector laughed as he finally settled into a comfortable position next to her.\n\nBrittany had met him at, of all places, a sports banquet. She had been one of the student-chefs selected to prepare the meals for a university event honoring the hard work of their soon-to-graduate athletes. During the meet-and-greet mingling, she’s bumped into him, and they’d started talking. Recognizing his name from so much gossip, an idea had popped into Brittany’s head, and she’d given him her number.\n\nA week later, they’d gone on their first date. The next week, they’d gone on a second. Tonight had been the third time they’d gotten together, and, cliche as it was, Brittany had invited Hector back to her dorm room.\n\nA quick glance at a digital clock told her that is was a half past midnight...\n\nShe smiled to herself one last time as she began to regain some ability to move around without so much tenderness. Slowly, carefully creeping down from the bunk, she hobbled to the door of her dorm, opened it just a crack, shoved her arm through, and pulled it back in.\n\nAs she made her way back to bed, a purple sock in hand to match the one on her foot, and pulled a sheet over herself, she giggled again.\n\n“What?” Hector asked.\n\nShe flashed him a grin.\n\n“*Twenty-Minute Sock*! Fuck yeah!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You agree to let your SO alter your body however they please.
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"content": "Cassie sat with her arms crossed, lips in a half-frown, but nodded anyway.\n\n\"Thank you, baby,\" Joshua said as he handed her the brownie. \"You don't know how much this means to me.\"\n\n\"Well, you owe me, *big time*,\" she replied.\n\n\"You'll want to uh, take off your clothes and then eat it,\" he said as he unzipped the tent fly and left her alone. \n\nCassie put the brownie down and stripped out of her shirt and shorts, kneeling down again in her bra and panties. She picked up the brownie and shouted, \"You know I love you, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I know.\"\n\nShe took a bite. It was chewy, her teeth leaving shiny marks on the brownie before she ate the rest of it. It stuck to the roof of her mouth as she used her tongue to scrape the last of it down her throat. Cassie felt a vapor rise from her lungs and rush into her skull, like a drag from an unfiltered cigarette. \"Oh, wow,\" she said as she fell backwards onto her sleeping bag.\n\nShe closed her eyes and felt her mind expanding, like a slow rolling cloud eating the sky. Her body felt warmer, until it was unbearable to touch her own skin. Cassie started to breath faster as panic set in. \"Joshua!\" she screamed, as she arched her back. She dropped her ass back down and spread her legs, her feet scraping against the tent canvas. When she felt the other side of the tent, stretching over her head, she reached back to push it away. The fabric held for a moment and then burst apart, her head and shoulders expanding outward. She opened her eyes and stared at the pine tree canopy above, and noticed that she was getting closer to the top. Cassie grabbed one with her giant hand and the tree broke snapped like a pencil.\n\n\"Baby, you look amazing!\" Joshua shouted from below. He had climbed an exposed boulder and stood up wearing nothing but untied hiking boots. His brown skin and broad shoulders were shiny from a thin veneer of sweat.\n\n\"You look like a chipmunk!\" she said, her voice carrying over the forest. Cassie noticed that she was still in the tent, only the canvas was tightly bound around her crotch. She played with the fabric, trying to loosen the tight spots around her inner thighs. \"This looks like the worst thong.\"\n\nJoshua climbed down the rock and ran between her legs. He ran his hand over her thigh and watched her bite her lip. He found the zippered fly on the tent entrance, aligned directly over her massive pussy. He slowly pulled it up, watching her lips push the opening wider as he went. When he reached the top, her pussy pushed of the fly, enveloping him with her sweet scent. \n\n\"Oh god, that feels so much better,\" she sighed. Cassie reached down and tugged on the canvas flap that pinched her enormous clit. \"Everything feels so much more sensitive,\" she said as she played with herself.\n\n\"You are a goddess, worthy of worship,\" he said. Joshua reached under her fingers and rubbed her center as her fingers slid along both sides of her slit. \n\n\"Oh, fuck,\" she moaned as they both rubbed and teased her skin. She felt something new pressing against her pussy and looked down. Joshua had turned around and sat down between her lips, moving his hips up and down her inner folds while he held his knees. \"Jesus,\" she gasped, \"are you twerking in my pussy?\"\n\nHe gyrated faster as more of her cream began to coat him. Cassie spread her pussy with one hand and circled her clit with the other. She could feel her muscles twitch with pleasure as she built up her arousal. Cassie wanted to feel inside and slid her middle finger down her slit.\n\n\"Wait, wait!\" Joshua exclaimed before she dipped her finger into her pussy, carrying him in with it. Cassie was lost in her arousal, rolling her hips on her finger that flailed inside. \n\nShe felt a slap on her clit and she sat up with a jolt. Looking down, she saw his legs kicking wildly, his torso nowhere to be seen. \"Oh fuck!\" she exclaimed and pulled her finger out and Joshua slid to the ground, covered in her juices. \"Baby, are you okay?\" she asked, scooping him up. He looked like an action figure that had been dipped in lotion. \n\n\"That was AMAZING,\" he said between breaths. \"I could feel you pulsing around me. I mean, also thought I was going to die, but what a way to go.\" \n\nCassie laughed as she wiped her cream from his back. \"Damn, I taste good.\"\n\n\"You know,\" he started, \"you could lick me like a lollipop.\" He smiled as she gripped his legs and brought him to her mouth.\n\n\"Mmm,\" she moaned as she wrapped her lips around his hips and pulled him out slowly. She could feel his hard cock like a bump on her tongue as she cleaned him, sucking him in again. When he was clean, she kissed him and put him on her shoulder. \n\n\"Um Cassie?\" he asked. \"I know this is going to sound weird after all this, but can I get down? I'm afraid of heights.\" \n\nShe nodded and leaned back. \"Slide on down.\"\n\nJoshua pushed himself off her shoulder and slid past her nape of her neck. \"Whoo hoo!\" he exclaimed as he slid between her breasts and rolled off her belly.\n\n\"Aw, time's up already?\" she asked as the tent bikini began to loosen over her shrinking body. When it was over, she laid on the ground with her lower body still wrapped in tent cloth. \"Did you have fun, baby?\"\n\nJoshua picked her up in his strong arms and kissed her. \"Lots of fun. Big time.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your fetish for embarrassment is so strong that you've been known to slip into a subby headspace just from being brattishly teased by your friends. 'Unfortunately' many of your friends are people you met in kinky places and they know all about it--and think it's hilarious.
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"content": "“Welcome to our first monthly book club meeting.” A light round of applause filled the room before the woman speaking continued. “My name’s Aurelia, though you all know me, and the cutie here is my roommate Reyne. I blushed as another round of clapping began. I didn’t really know anyone else here, but Aurelia had convinced me to come out and join them. \n\n“Now, let’s move on to the book at hand. If we look at chapter 3…” I began to zone out as everyone started discussing the book they’d chosen. It looked like a pretty boring and generic love story, so I hadn’t actually read any of it. I mainly smiled and nodded as the rest of the group shared their opinions. Truthfully I was more interested in all the gorgeous women sitting in my living room. I normally wasn’t the type of person to stare, but every single one of these ladies was stunning! My mind started to wander as I started to imagine myself with any of them, kneeling down with significantly less clothing…\n\n\n“Hello? Reyne? You in there?” I snapped back to reality to see everyone staring at me. “Enjoying the view are you?” The room snickered at Aurelia’s comment and my face went red as a beet. “I was asking you if you could get some drinks for our guests. You know, if you aren’t too busy staring at their tits.”\n\nI gulped and tried to avoid eye contact. “Yes Mis-Aurelia, right away.” I scurried out of the room, jumping as my roommate gave me a light swat on my rear end on the way out. The rest of the room chuckled again before their conversation continued. I hid away in the kitchen, hiding my own embarrassment… as well as the flush of arousal that had washed over me. Though nobody else knew, Aurelia and I were more than just roommates. Some would call us *friends with benefits,* but it was a bit more than that. She knew how submissive I could be, and often took great pleasure in teasing me for it. It was the agreement we shared. If she asked for a favour, I’d do my best as a roommate. If she gave an order? I would so whatever she asked without hesitation. \n\nAfter preparing some tea for everyone (and having a cold glass of water to calm myself down), I carried a tray of drinks back out to everyone. I could feel their eyes boring into me as I bent down to pass the cups around. Hopefully they didn’t notice I was getting low-key turned on from being the center of attention like this.\n\nBefore I could sit back down again, Aurelia called out to me. “Reyne, come stand here for a minute.” There it was. Her ordering voice. The lighthearted and playful tone was gone, replaced with a commanding one. I had a very hard time resisting her when she used that voice, even more so when aroused. \n\nAurelia has me stand in the front and center, staring out at the guests. While they’ve all taken on relaxed and confident sitting positions, I’m standing upright and rigid like somebody on trial. Despite this being my house they’re the ones acting like they belong. One of the guests was giving a disinterested glance, as if she was wondering who I was and why I was wasting her time. Another had a look of almost sadistic glee, like she was revelling in my embarrassment. One thing in common was that all of them were looking very judgemental.\n\n“Reyne here hasn’t actually read the book we’re talking about. That much is obvious by her lack of understanding of this meeting.” A wave of murmurs and nods filled the room. “So instead, she’s going to tell us all about the book she’s been reading almost non-stop over the past week.”\n\nA shiver ran down my spine. Surely Aurelia wasn’t referring to… “I-I’ve been reading this young adult fantasy book. It’s a-about a knight who finds out her-”\n\n“No, not that one. The book you’ve been trying to keep hidden. Shall I go grab it to show off to the girls?”\n\nI could feel the shame welling up in my cheeks. There was no avoiding it. I looked at the floor and took a deep breath. “The other book I’ve been reading is a more mature book about a girl who takes a job as a maid for the wealthiest woman in town. Upon taking the job, she finds her new employer has very specific rules for her to follow.”\n\nMy Mistress wasn’t finished. “What kind of rules are they?”\n\nMy mind was too far gone to resist. “One rule is that she must always wear a specific uniform that covers very little skin. Often she is expected to wear some sort of restrictive while cleaning, such as a gag or ballet boots. Another is that she is not allowed to pleasure herself without permission. If she doesn’t do a good job, she is either spanked mercilessly or teased with her own feather duster.” Just talking about caused my breathing to get heavy. I couldn’t even imagine how I looked to the others.\n\n“Very well pet. One final question, since I’m sure you’ll need to relieve yourself after this - what role did you imagine yourself in while reading this?”\n\nIt was the moment of truth. My whole body felt sensitive, and my pussy was dripping with excitement. I couldn’t bear to see the whole room seeing me in this pathetic state. “Mistress, I imagine myself as the maid.” Immediately afterwards I realized what I said, but it was too late to take it back. My breathing sped up, both from the panic of the situation and from how unbelievably turned on I was. \n\n“Thank you pet, you did a good job sharing.” Mistress pat me on the head before continuing. “Well ladies, I think that’s a good place to stop reading for today. I’ll see you next tuesday at the bi-weekly BDSM meetup.” I looked up in shock as the room started to move. Everyone was casually grabbing their bags, not even reacting to the comment. \n\n“Wait,” I tried to object. “You mean you all knew each other through…”\n\nOne of the ladies gave a kind smile. “Of course dearie, you Mistress has told us all about you. Next meeting I may have to bring my own sub along for you to play with.” My face went even redder at the comment, but I couldn’t bring myself to protest. \n\n“By the way,” she commented, “I’d recommend you read the book next time. The cover’s a bit misleading. It’s actually about a girl who gets used as a toy by the most elite and powerful women in the city. Something tells me you’d enjoy it.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They told her, the spell would grant her a weapon strong enough to seal away the sucubi forever... No one told her that said weapon would grow from her crotch.
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"content": "I shall tell you the story of the Hero of Ages.\n\nConfusion: The succubi appeared out of nowhere, and declared war on earth.\n\nFear: It was impossible to hold out against them. Supernatural in all physical attributes, and immune to most mundane weapons they could single-handedly defeat armies, their claws slicing through seasoned warriors like a tiger kills rats.\n\nDespair: Where the demons found real resistance, they resorted to treachery and seduction. No kingdom's ruler could withstand them, much less the common people in charge of guarding vital infrastructure.\n\nPurity: But one woman was able to resist the lure of the demons. She was of pure heart and soul. \n\nReluctance: She was no fighter, nor a wizard. Just a farm girl.\n\nCompassion: But she cared for others. She knew she had to act.\n\nCourage: Bravely, she sought out the warlocks.\n\nSurprise: The weapon they created to slay all succubi was a demon-penis, magically attached on top of her clitoris. Every succubus fucked with it would be vanquished in the moment of climax.\n\nDisgust: The idea of having to fuck all demons out of existence was horrific to her, more so if it would bring her pleasure. It was morally wrong to enjoy genocide.\n\nConviction: But she knew there was no other way to save humanity, so she accepted.\n\nHope: The succubi could not resist. The moment they saw her, their nature took over. As predicted, on a simultaneous climax, the demons were banished from this planet.\n\nDoubt: But every so often, one of the banished demons would save their soul into the hero's subconscious. Living there forever. Coming out at night, and invading her dreams. The more demons she slew, the stronger and more frequent her dreams turned nightmarish.\n\nZeal: She prevailed. Despite spending all night being teased and edged in her dreams by a growing army of succubi souls, every morning she fought back the dreams, slew one more demon after another.\n\nExhaustion: As the last few succubi fell, she knew she could not cope with it. Her body craved sleep, but her dreams turned it into torment. She saved the earth, but her resistance against the demons inside of her took all her strength.\n\nDepression: She was convinced she could not live on like this.\n\nAcceptance: Until she gave in to the voices of lust inside of her.\n\nBliss: She does not need to resist any more. She is content to spend the rest of her life in contant pleasure, only waking to take care of bodily functions, and lying back and enjoying the horrible pleasure that hundreds of succubus souls can inflict on her. Some days she keeps climaxing for hours. Some weeks she spends at the very brink of orgasm. She now loves her demons.\n\nSoon, from her mindscape will spawn the next demon world."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Welcome back to My Strange Addictions. Today, we’re following Serena, who says she had a severe addiction to semen as a topping to anything she eats.
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"content": "Ryan felt the impatient tap of Serena's foot on his under the table.\n\n​\n\n\"Really? You didn't bring any from home?\"\n\n​\n\nSerena made a pouty face, which gradually turned into a devilish smile. She and Ryan had only been dating for four months, and only a few weeks ago had Serena come clean about her... unusual dietary preference. Ryan had his suspicions - on their second date, he caught a glimpse of her mixing something into her linguine carbonara - but it took a while for him to work up the courage to actually ask her about it after seeing her slip a vial into her purse one morning.\n\n​\n\nRyan didn't mind Serena's cum fetish - if anything, it turned him on, despite his own distaste for it - and normally Serena was well-stocked. She carefully emptied out each condom when they had sex, and each blowjob was carefully preserved and stored for later consumption. Ryan's only request after Serena explained it to him was that she get rid of her \"freezer stash\" - a couple milliliters from her ex-boyfriend, which Ryan was happy to replenish with a productive couple of days.\n\n​\n\nBut, this wasn't the first time Serena had forgotten her special condiment at home. She had a few vials ready to go in the fridge, but they had left in a hurry this afternoon and left her to-go vial on the kitchen counter. When Serena tapped Ryan's foot, he knew what it meant - that she needed a \"refill\" to enjoy her meal. Sure, she \\*could\\* eat without it, but years of the fetish lifestyle made her addicted to the flavor, the texture, the scent. Serena even chose her men based on the quality of their semen, with a couple hookups not making the cut due to their poor-quality product.\n\n​\n\nRyan sighed and stood up from his chair; Serena followed him discreetly into the bathroom at the back of the cafe. She made quick work unbuttoning his jeans - they typically only had a few minutes to avoid arising suspicion. Ryan - who always felt a bit awkward doing this in a public restroom - felt his vexation dissipate into arousal; his cock thickened to its full girth as Serena gently stroked his shaft and lightly massaged his balls through his underwear. Serena traced his manhood through the fabric. She liked the taste of his dick; it was always like a nice appetizer for her meal. She pulled Ryan's now-throbbing cock into her mouth, circling his tip with her tongue and moving her lips up and down its length.\n\n​\n\nRyan let out a muffled moan of pleasure and grabbed Serena's hair to guide her thrusts. Serena took pleasure in wrapping Ryan's cock with her tongue and taking him down her throat. He tasted especially good today, and the thrill of sucking him off in public always made her that much more excited. She felt her pussy start to soak as Ryan ran his fingers through his hair. After only a few more seconds of thrusting, Ryan leaned back. Serena responded excitedly, grabbing Ryan's cock with her left hand and stroking him vigorously. Ryan again moaned with pleasure before cum shot out - first a small spurt, followed by several huge strings and ending with a pulsating dribble. Serena caught all of it in a glass she had grabbed off the table.\n\n​\n\nSerena pulled Ryan's pants back up as he recovered from the orgasm. \"That was quick,\" she teased. \"I'm hungry,\" Ryan shot back.\n\n​\n\nThey returned to the table, and only a minute passed before the waiter arrived. \"One steak au poivre, and one fish and chips for the lady,\" the waiter said, dropping the plates in front of them. \"Ma'am, would you like any additional sauce?\" Serena smiled. \"No thanks, I'm all set.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After his first sexual encounter, a young man discovers that he swaps bodies with people after penetrative sex
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"content": "This bedroom is alien. It’s unfamiliar. I have no idea where I am, or how I got to be here. \n\nI’ve spent the night. I was woken by a woman’s voice. At first I assumed she was in the bedroom with me, but I quickly realised it was on the radio, she was reading the news. I glance at the clock. 7.01am. Where the fuck am I?\n\nI remember now. Too much beer. Meeting that hot young woman in the club. It’s a blur. She was Indian, I think she said. So sexy. Short, slim, dark hair, dark eyes, great tits, perfect ass. We were kissing, groping. I was nervous when she invited me back, this would be my first time having full intercourse. I’d done stuff with other girlfriends but never all the way. Now at 20 I was absolutely ready to pop my cherry. \n\nMy eyes are adjusting to the dark. Just then I hear a light snore behind me. I look to check. I’m in bed with some guy! What the fuck?! I can’t see him. Just his black arm hanging out of the covers and one foot. But it’s definitely a dude. Ok, think. What happened? I remember coming home with her. What WAS her name? Nikki! That’s it. Definitely Nikki. \n\nWe got home, I remember kissing hard on her sofa. My hands reached under her top, freeing her gorgeous tits from the cotton prison. Playing with her dark nipples. Tweaking them, slowly lowering my head to take one into my mouth, bringing a soft moan from Nikki. \n\nMy hands found a way under her dress, tugging her panties aside. Finding her wetness. Sliding a finger inside quickly and using my thumb to find her hard clit. She bit down on my shoulder. \n\nI remember pushing her back on the bed. Tracing my way down her stomach. Bringing my mouth to her delicious pussy. The scent was intoxicating. I slid my tongue around her inner thighs and she was begging me to eat her already. She was dribbling down her thigh with excitement. \n\nI remember eating her pussy, really going to town on it. Licking, sucking, slurping, all the while using one on my long thick fingers to pump inside of her. \n\nNext thing I remember in the haze is she’s sucking my cock. Now, I’m big. Not to brag but I’m 9” and thick. It’s a myth that ALL black guys are hung. But I fit the stereotype!\n\nShe’s going to work on me. Head bobbing. Choking, gagging, covering me in spit. She’s loving every second. It’s all a blur. \n\nI then remember being on top of her. Sliding inside. I remember pumping her hot wet pussy with everything I could muster whilst she screamed out my name. I remember cumming. No condom. Whoops. I remember the moment I nutted inside of her, flooding her cervix with white hot spunk. Then I blacked out. Now I’m here. \n\nHere in a random bedroom with some dude. I slowly creep out of the bed. I make my way out of the room, down the hall. I need a piss. I look for the bathroom, and hope maybe I’ll find Nikki in the process. \n\nFirst door on the right. Ok, bathroom first. I go in. I need water. My mouth is so dry. I grab a glass. What the.... my hand... I wiggle my fingers. That’s not my hand. It’s light brown, not black. It has long pink fingernails. What... I’m dreaming?\n\nI wiggle my fingers again. Both hands look identical. I swing around to find a mirror. Oh shit. I found Nikki. I am Nikki!\n\nWould you like me to continue...?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The extremely scantily-clad hero Adrastos vanquishes his way through Ancient Greece. There have been no problems he hasn’t been able to solve with his sword or his penis. Until, that is, he encounters the three ice-sisters...
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"content": "Adrastos found the hot spring in the cave after a long day of adventuring. It was a welcome discovery - his crossing of the mountains had been going smoothly, but he'd been travelling for three days now, with no real action of any kind to keep him interested. He needed to relax and rejuvinate, and this spring promised exactly that.\n\nHe removed his sandals, and dipped his legs into the warm water. He didn't need to remove any clothes - he only wore his leather shorts anyway, and it was no problem if they got wet, they'd dry overnight. The pleasant bubbling of the water and the warm steamy air relaxed Adrastos so completely that he soon felt himself drifting off into a well deserved sleep.\n\nAs his eyes closed, the three sisters emerged. They each had long, draping hair which obscured their faces - one was ginger, one was blond, and one brunette. Dressed in shimmering silver skirts, these witches of the mountains drained the life energy of adventurers, using the spring as a lure. And though they were no match for Adrastos in a one-on-one fight, while he was sleeping they could press their advantage.\n\nSlinking closer, they positioned themselves around him. The ginger slid into the water and floated in front of him - the brunette crouched by his side - and the blond kneeled behind him and reached towards his head. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he woke with a start.\n\nWith an adventurers instinct, Adrastos reached for his sword - but he found himself unable to move. He soon realised why. How could he have been so careless! The witches had found him, and while one cast her magic on his mind, holding him in place, the other two were free to do as they wished.\n\nAdrastos watched helplessly as the witch by his side ran her cold fingers along his chest, giggling as she did. She caressed him gently with soft fingers, teasing around his muscles. Then the witch in the water reached forwards and clasped thin fingers around the edge of his shorts. Everywhere they touched felt cool, in stark contrast to the warm steamy air. The witch lifted his shorts and lowered them slowly, revealing his penis. Adrastos was unable to resist. It was fully erect.\n\nThen the witch ran one finger slowly along it, from base to tip, pressing down gently. When she reached the tip, she pushed it down onto his chest - then she leaned forwards, and engulfed it into her mouth.\n\nThe inside of her mouth still felt surprisingly cool. Her technique was impressive; she kept her lips tight around his cock, and sucked up from the base, then lowered herself and repeated. All the while, the second witch ran her fingers up and down his chest.\n\nAdrastos felt his will crumbling, but the worst was still to come. Feeling a new wave of magic from the witch behind him, Adrastos began to see visions in the steam.\n\nHe saw the witch by his side lean forwards and kiss him. It felt warm and sweet, and he kissed back willingly. Her tongue pushed against his mouth, and he let her in. Her hair felt soft against his face.\n\nLooking past her, he saw the witch in the water release his cock from her mouth, and undo her dress, letting it float out into the pool. Her perfect, pale breasts were now free, and he watched her stroke them against his dick.\n\nThe she lifted herself out of the spring, warm water running down her sides, droplets dripping down her breasts. His eyes found her pussy - shining and hairless, the most perfect he'd ever seen. The witch by his side lifted his member, lined it up with her sister's pussy, and inserted the tip.\n\nIt felt perfect. It was so warm, so comfortable, so wet. And then the witch began to lower herself, her warm lips consuming his penis all the way to the base. She gasped in pleasure.\n\nAnd then she lifted herself back up, again ever so slowly, savouring every moment. Adrastos didn't even have to move.\n\nWith hands on his chest for support, the wet witch raised and lowered her perfect ass, her pussy clasping against his cock, tight and warm. Adrastos sighed as he felt unprecedented pleasure flow over him.\n\nThen the second witch, now naked too, swung her legs around his head and placed her soft pussy into his mouth. He gladly began to lick and suck on her, and she moaned softly in response.\n\nThey stayed like this - one witch on his cock, one in his mouth - for what felt like an age. But then Adrastos began to feel himself reaching his limit, and as he did, the moaning of the witches began to quicken. Without warning, the witch in his mouth came with a passionate gasp, and Adrastos grabbed her soft ass as he felt her pussy convulse on this mouth.\n\nThen she stood up, and went over to kiss the sister riding him, giving him full few of the two naked sisters, kissing, one who came by his hand, and the other riding him in perfect form. It was almost too much.\n\nBut it wasn't over. The witch on top of him now began to moan and gasp, and ride more quickly. She bent her head back in pleasure, then leaned forwards onto him, her hands running up his chest. She kissed him passionately. Then, just as Adrastos was reaching his limit, she lifted back up and came.\n\nHer back arched and she moaned and gasped with such sexual passion it was a wonder he didn't cum there and then. He felt her pussy squeeze his cock, as she continued to move up and down, riding her orgasm to the heights of pleasure. As she did, her sister ran her hands along her belly and breasts, squeezing them and lifting them.\n\nThis was his limit. Adrastos felt himself about to explode. But as he did, some vestige of his rational self broke through. He knew what would happen if he came for these witches. It would be the end of his journey.\n\nWith tremendous force of effort, Adrastos wrenched himself back to reality. The illusion was broken - he was still on the verge of orgasm, but the first witch was sucking him not riding him, the second still crouched by his side, and neither looked quite as perfect as they had in the vision. Adrastos pushed back on the witch behind him, sending her sprawling, and pulled out just in time. His cum covered the witch's face and chest in a glorious orgasm, leaving her stunned. He rolled quickly to the side and reached for his sword, but he was too late - the witches had already scarpered out of the cave. Some unlucky traveller would fall victim to them again - but it wouldn't be Adrastos."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: ”Well,” she thought, as she looked at her brother’s new extra large model of the Millennium Falcon, “they do say anything’s a dildo if you’re brave enough...”
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"content": "Emma stalked angrily into her brother's bedroom. Sports posters decorated the wall, autographed footballs and baseballs sat in glass cases on bookshelves, and autographed baseball bats hung on the wall. But it was the extra large model of the Millennium Falcon sitting in his floor that held her attention.\n\n\"It's not fair!\" she yelled to no one.\n\nThe house was empty save for her. Her parents had gone to watch Mark play in another stupid baseball tournament for the weekend.\n\nThe model was beautiful and intricate. She had drooled over this like Mark had over nude girls on his favorite porn sites. Which was exactly why he had bought the thing. Emma had walked in on him jerking off to a lesbian video a month earlier after he had forgotten to lock the door. He had been furious even though she had no intention of telling on him; he had found out about her erotic cosplay pictures that she had sent to her ex-boyfriend. So Mark ordered the model she dreamed of owning and used it as a table in his room for revenge.\n\n\"Bastard!\" she yelled.\n\nThe thought of breaking it made her sick, but she wanted to get him back. The image of the two women sharing a dildo in the video Mark watched flashed in her mind, and an evil thought formed.\n\n”Well,” she thought, as she looked at her brother’s new extra large model of the Millennium Falcon, “they do say anything’s a dildo if you’re brave enough...”\n\nEmma returned to her room and retrieve the tube of KY Jelly from her closet and she her jeans and t-shirt. Naked, she returned to Mark's room.\n\nThe problem was where to start. The front was rectangular and had edges that might be unpleasant. The cockpit on the other hand was rounded like a dildo, but it was much bigger than any she had used. Using her fingers, she teased herself until the welcome dampness began forming between her legs. Emma thought about Mark and his girlfriend Katie having sex in his bed. The hot, redhead cheerleader had a reputation for being a slut.\n\nEmma stretched out on her right side and lifted her left leg over the model until the cockpit pressed against her labia. Slowly she rubbed back and forth teasing her clitoris.\n\n\"This is messed up!\"\n\nYet the taboo nature of the weird sex aroused her more. Slowly, ever so slowly, her body accepted the tip of the cockpit. Closing her eyes, she fantasized she was Princess Leia on the Death Star in Episode IV being tortured by Darth Vader with the interrogator robot. Her heart raced wildly, and her hips thrust in time to her fantasy. She grit her teeth and pulled herself hard against it, and she cried out as more of the cockpit forced its way into her and stretched her painfully.\n\nPanting, she pulled free and lay on her back. The model glistened with lubricant and her juices.\n\n\"Shit,\" she gasped.\n\nTaking a pillow from Mark's bed, Emma placed it on the floor in front of the model. She lay on her back with her buttocks on the pillow and her legs on the model. The flat edge of one of the trapezoidal sections poked her. Carefully she wiggled until the corner slipped in. The points were indeed as uncomfortable as she thought.\n\nA new idea formed, and Emma got to her knees with her hands on the model. This allowed her to rub her clitoris with the edge. Rhythmically her crotch rubbed against the rough edge. A shudder filled her. Oh yes! This was it! In minutes, Emma sighed softly as the orgasm filled her.\n\nShe tossed the pillow back on his bed, and Mark's bedroom smelled of sex. Twice more she repeated the act of vandalizing his model with her body before her parents and brother returned. Smugly Emma watched her brother go into his bedroom before going into her own.\n\n----\n\nMark knew something was off, but he could not say what. Emma had done something. What was it? He knew his nerdy sister thought he was dumber than she with her perfect 4.0 and graduating as Valedictorian from high school. But he was not *that* dumb.\n\nHe turned on his monitor and opened the Logitech software that operated his webcam. It was set for motion activation and had been running all weekend. He watched as Emma came in and fumed over the model he had bought just to spite her. When she left, Mark was about to turn the software off and go shower, but then Emma returned. Naked!\n\nMark stared at his short, petite sister with her shoulder length black hair and small breasts. His cock stirred when she began humping the Millennium Falcon and eventually cummed on it. Quickly Mark locked his bedroom door and pulled his cock out. His hand stroked as he watched Emma returned twice more to repeat the show, and cum spurted excitedly from it.\n\n\"Jesus,\" he whispered. \"Emma's a slut!\"\n\nAfter cleaning himself up, Mark had a mischievous idea. He opened the door and carried the model down the hall. Was that smell Emma's pussy juices?\n\nWhen Emma opened the door, Mark brushed past her and placed the model on her table where she made her nerdy costumes for her nerdy cosplay.\n\n\"What are you doing,\" she asked.\n\nHe grinned. \"I want you to have this sis.\" \n\nSurprise covered his sister's face.\n\n\"After all,\" he smiled. \"You love it a lot more than I do!\"\n\nEmma's face turned so red that she looked sunburned. Mark left the room picturing Emma and her new toy alone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The cleric of a party finds out that their healing magic also turns people on while mending their wounds.
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"content": "Sexual Healing [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eA4\\_O3oeJCw](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eA4_O3oeJCw)\n\n​\n\n\"Drink this and don't move around, if you open that wound up any more I'm gonna stick my foot in it.\" Growled the hammer wielding woman. Her long wild brown hair was kept tied back in a ponytail, one that the rogue was just now noticing was much more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. Rogue drank down the small vial of swirling red liquid, tasting of blood and licorice, a taste that while vile, he savored as it came from someone so beautiful.\n\n​\n\nAs Cleric tended to Rogues wound, the young man that the party had hired to guide them through the forest realized that some sort of spell had befallen him. The way Cleric deftly held her hammer, as if it was near weightless in her hands, or the way that she was always confident in her skills. He found himself drawn to her. The gash on his flank was slowly sealing up now, the magic brew and spell doing their job at patching him up. As blood stopped leaking out from him, it instead diverged to his groin. The Rogue couldn't stop himself from growing aroused, desperate, wanting for more attention. He suddenly felt like dying, if only for this wild and powerful maiden to be beside him as he passed. But that wasn't needed right now. All that was needed, was a kiss, one single, tender moment between himself, and the woman he had decided would be his one and only flame for the rest of his life.\n\n​\n\nHe thought back to past injuries of others. How Wizard had grown hot and feverish when Cleric tended to her wounds as well. The burning he noticed that had only died down with several hours alone in a tent. It suddenly dawned on him, that perhaps there was some sort of power the Cleric held, perhaps one she didn't even know about, a side effect of her gifts.\n\n​\n\nWithout another moment, Rogue reached up and grabbed his party mate, kissing her fully, feeling his arousal build as he desired nothing more than her, now. This need of his one that would not go away, would not stop, until at last he finally had all the healing he needed. And he would-\n\n​\n\n\"CLERIC WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!\" Screamed Paladin, looking horrified as he watched the scene from over the corpse of the last goblin. Cleric had send her hammer straight into the Rogues face, burying it into the dirt in a mess of bloody mud and gore.\n\n​\n\n\"I'M NOT YOUR BAR WENCH ASSHOLE!\" Cleric screamed in fury, lifting her hammer from the now deceased Rogue, another casualty of their adventures.\n\n​\n\n\"I guess we have to hire another one now...\" Sighed Druid, looking rather tired of what is apparently, a regular occurrence."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Cosplayers
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"content": "Two talented cosplayers run into eachother at a convention. They happen to both be dressed up as something from the same series, and the two characters they’re both dressed up as are known to be a loving, flirty couple in the show (or anime, movie, comic, game, etc). They get into character, and play along with the idea that they’re in a relationship. They follow eachother all day, flirt, hug and kiss for photos, hold eachother’s hand, and have a great time. At the end of the day, one takes the other to their hotel room, and they don’t feel like getting out of character..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] We’re looking for mods!
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"content": "Hello beautiful community! \n\nSad to see isopreth go :( please take care!!\n\n\nIm throwing my hat in the ring to help out if its ever needed down the line. I spend most of my time in nsfw creative based communities, Im pretty much always around, and I absolutely love writing. The main reason I am ever a mod of anything is because I love to support the foundation of a community, I love watching it grow and being sure that I can add something to it that people enjoy. \n\nIf you check my account you can see I am a mod of /r/GonewildAudible and have been since the creation of it. Audible is a nsfw audio subreddit, but we also write scripts for the performers and writing is a huge part of that community. I know yall do themes and such as well, and its very similar to what I already do with Audible so I have lots of experience there! We have audio swaps, contests, and themes when we can over there its a constant thing going on, so I'm no stranger to that schedule. Its something I'm always up for, I love it. I ran a few private subreddits and platforms before this, so moderating experience is definitely under the belt. \n\nAs for time dedication, Im here often. I run a subreddit and a chat server, so I try to be around as much as I can to help out. Time zone is cst! \n\n\nBest of luck to you guys in finding people to help out! This is a great sub <3"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Noncon?] You've been drugged with a bioweapon being tested by a trafficking ring. Not only do you now produce twice as much estrogen at the peak of your cycle, but you also now produce just as much adrenaline - if you are ever not pregnant for more than three months, you will die.
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"content": "# They took... her freedom.\n\n\"No, no!\" she screamed as the gangsters strapped her into the stirrups and reclined the examination table. The underworld doctor with the face tattoo wheeled in a surgical cart, gleaming with sharp objects and a small black box.\n\n# They gave... an ultimatum.\n\n\"I'm not heartless, Ms. Chelios,\" Rageburn said from his opulent office chair. Cherie was panting and sweating from the rush of drugs coursing through her veins. Her belly ached and itched around the scar tissue where they cut into her.\n\n\"What do you want,\" she growled.\n\n\"What does any drug lord want in this day and age,\" he mused. He walked over to her and grabbed her throat. Cherie's eyes bulged as he squeezed harder. \"I want it **all**. And you're going to get it for me. One bun at a time.\"\n\n# They made one mistake...\n\nCherie threw the can of baby formula with DHT at the thug, the powder exploding in his face. \"My eyes!\" he screamed before she kicked him into the other two behind him. She somersaulted into the fray with a Diaper Genie cartridge and wrapped the bags over their heads.\n\nCherie burst into the OB/GYN clinic and slammed a wad of cash on the counter. \"I want to see Spock. **Now**.\"\n\n\"They really did a number on you, Cherie,\" said Dr. Spock. \"You're guts are like a ticking time bomb. If you aren't pregnant, you're gonna die.\"\n\n\"Tell me some good news,\" she said, swallowing a handful of pre-natal vitamins.\n\n\"I can give you something that can trick your body into thinking it's pregnant, but there are risks.\"\n\nCherie grabbed the doctor by his lapels. \"Fuck the risks.\"\n\nSpock held up a small silicone ring. \"It's not permanent, but if you put this... up there...\"\n\n\"Is that all there is to it?\"\n\n\"Um no. It only works if you have semen in your vagina.\"\n\nCherie slapped her forehead and mumbled. \"Ff-fuck me.\"\n\nSpock turned around to face her with his pants unzipped. \"Exactly.\"\n\n# Her maternal instincts... can kill\n\n\"No, don't fuck me in the ass!\" she yelled back at the grocer. She gripped the watermelon on display as he slid his cock between her legs. She pointed the price gun to his face. \"Put that fat cock in my pussy and blow your goddamn load!\"\n\n# This summer... the biological clock... is ticking\n\n\n\"Gimme back my womb!\" Cherie yelled at Rageburn, as they plummeted from the airplane.\n\n## **Crank 3: Baby on Board**\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Mermaids reproduce by seducing human women and turning them into their own; a girl has an encounter with one who intends to do just that to her... and more.
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"content": "The hot tropical sun bared down on my pale skin. I sat on a rock putting sunscreen on my arms for the 5th time today. A red headed Irish American girl in the Caribbean was mix for disaster when it came to the sun. but it was what my family wanted to do for vacation this year and with me going of the college next year, I didn’t really see a point in fighting it. \n\t\n\nThe warm ocean breeze blew my thigh length white beach skirt aside and I readjusted it, I pulled my white bikini top down as it road up slightly, readjusting making sure I was reviling the goods to any that might watching. Though, I wasn’t sure who would be looking, my family had rented a boat from the resort and we found this little remote island to camp at for a few day. They were busy having a beach side picnic while I was wondering around on the other side of island. as I sat upon the rock I looked out at the miles ocean water and thought about what it might be like the be a fish. So carefree and be able to wonder the oceans with out a job or an agenda. Not a care it in the world other than maybe being eaten by a bigger fish. I stepped off the rock and put the sunscreen back in my shoulder bag and continued to walk down the beach. \n\t\n\n\nAs I walked around, I took pictures with my phone and stopped and drew a few pictures in a sketch book I had, when came upon small freshwater stream that lead out to the ocean. I looked up and the stream was coming from a tunnel of tropical trees that stretched back in a deep brush. I curiously walked up to the tunnel an looked down, I stretched back much to far me for to see where the stream began. I listened carefully and amongst the birds and bush moving around, I thought I could hear singing. \n\t\n\n\nCurious, who could be singing on a remote island in the middle of the Caribbean. I stepped carefully into the tunnel and stepped along the banks of the stream. As I walked further down the stream the singing seemed to be getting louder and I finale started understand the lyrics.\n\n\nCome to me, come to me \nyou’re the only one for me \nI see you in my oceans dream \ncome to me, come to me\n\t\n\n\nIt felt an uncontrollable urge to keep going even though I knew I was going much to far back in the brush, but I had to find out where the song was coming from. Slowly and methodically I found myself continuing long the bank of the stream till I discovered a wonderful site. \n\t\n\n\nA lagoon, with crystal clear water and beautiful flowers around the banks of it . a large flat rock was in the center of pool sized lagoon. The water was so clear I could look down sea the walls of the lagoon as they escaped down into darkness. I was in awe at the site of this beautiful place. It was at this time noticed that the singing had stopped. I blinked and shook my head of out the daze I was in when I heard a voice. \n\t\n\n“Hello” it was a female voice and it sounded like sweetest voice I had ever heard. How ever it still startling so I jumped and looked around. “don’t be afraid, I wont hurt you” the voice said. \n\t\n\n“who’s there?” I asked looking around, my eye darting about when caught the face of woman in the pool, she was peaking over the flat rock on the opposite side of the pool. I squinted trying to get a better look. \n\t\n\n“who are you?” she asked \n\t\n\n“My name is Riley” I said “who are you?” \n\t\n\n“no one” she said shly peeking back\n\t\n\n“are you alone?” I asked\n\t\n\n“no, you are here” she smiled. I grinned and sat down on the edge of the pool. I dipped my feet in and watched as the water washed away the dirt from the walk. I curiously watched as the girl swam around the flat rock which was about 5 yards away from me. she never broke her gaze from me. as she clung to the side. “why are you here?” she asked \n\t\n\n“I heard someone singing so I came down the tunnel to see who it was. Was that you?” I asked she grinned averted her gaze. “don’t be embarrassed it was good!” \n\t\n\n“you think so?” she smiled\n\t\n\n“oh for sure! I loved it” I complimented. “you know, you don’t have to be shy, why dont you come over here” I said splashing the water with my feet. She shook her head no “why not?” \n\t\n\n“because I don’t want you to be afraid of me” she spoke. \n\t\n\n“why would I be afraid of you, I haven’t even gotten a good look at you” I called over\n\t\n\n“and once you do, you leave and ill be alone again.” she said sadly \n\t\n\n“I promise, even if I am afraid ill do my best to stay” I said, becoming slightly nervous as to what she was so concerned about. Suddenly, she disappeared under water and there was a lightning fast shadow the darted toward me and suddenly she appeared just her head an shoulders out of water. I looked at her as she tread water, underneath her seemed to shimmer and sparkle her skin was pale like mine that contrasted her raven black hair. her piercing green eyes seemed to look right through me. she was topless, but her breasts were under the water, and after careful analyzation I saw that where her legs should be kicking was a large fin. I gasped and she cowered\n\t\n\n“no no! I’m not afraid, you’re mermaid!” I said excitedly. Her head was halfway under water and she nodded. “that’s amazing! I didn’t know mermaids were real!” I smiled, she came more of water with a smile. “why would anyone be afraid of you” I asked, she shrugged. “So, can I know your name now?” I asked \n\t\n\n“Luna” she said \n\t\n\n“that’s a beautiful name” I said\n\t\n\n“Thank you” she said swimming closer to me. “you are very beautiful for a human” she said\n\t\n\n“that means a lot coming from someone as beautiful as you” I smiled. she was extremely beautiful. I had a hard time taking my eyes off of her. she kept staring at my legs I kept staring at her beautiful figure. “do you want to touch them?” I asked \n\t\n\n“can I? I have not seen legs in a long time” she said. I nodded excitedly lifting one leg up at out the water. She reached and touch my right leg. She softly caressed it with one hand, then reached out and touched it with the other hand. they were strong and I felt the webs between fingers flex and suction to my legs. I shivered a little an she looked at me worriedly. \n\t\n\n“it’s ok” I smiled. she reached out and grabbed on to my leg again. as she caressed my legs I undid the knot to my beach skirt and took my shoulder back off and set it to the side. She reached with her lips kissed my leg and I giggled. She looked up at me and smiled letting go of my leg qne swam over to the side, pushing her self out of the water sitting down on the side of pool. \n\t\n\n“So Riley what brings you to the island” \n\t\n\n“I’m on vacation with my family.”\n\t\n\n“there are other humans on the island?” she said sounding a bit annoyed\n\t\n\n“Yeah, but don’t worry they are lame, I wont tell them you are here” I assured her, she relaxed a little more and smiled and nudged over closer to me. \n\t\n\n“you said you liked my song earlier” she mentioned \n\t\n\n“yes very much” \n\t\n\n“would you like to hear it again?” she asked. I nodded with smile and she began to hum. Then she began to sing. \n\n\nCome to me, come to me \nyou’re the only one for me \nI see you in my oceans dream \ncome to me, come to me\n\t\n\nAs she began to sing, I started to feel funny, goosebumps cover my body and my nipples began to get hard.\n\n\nCome to me, come to me\nAnd you’ll see, \nI will be, your one and only\ncome to me, come to me\n\n\nThe song invaded my ears like water breaking through a damn, running through my mind and my body, making me feel things I had never felt before. My chest felt funny and my head was swimming. She got closer to me still and sang right next to my ear. I felt her hand touch my leg caress me. I uncontrollably let my hand explore my own body as I ran it up my side and I squeezed my breast. \n\t\n\n“w-what, what are you doing to me?” I moaned as she continued to sing\n\n\nCome to me, come to me \nyou’re the only one for me \nI see you in my oceans dream \ncome to me, come to me\n\t\n\nShe sang as she slid back down into the water. She switched from lyrics to humming as she grabbed my ankles and pulled me softly into the water. I did not resist her as I splashed down, I wrapped arms around her neck an she wrapped hers around my lower waist. her nude chest pushed up against mine. She pushed my hair out of faced as I swam there in her embrace. It was as if I was drunk or high or even combination of the two. I knew at this point something wasn’t right. I opened my eyes and smiled"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your best friend since childhood got knocked up by her boyfriend, who's since made tracks and abandoned her. Feeling neglected, she sets her sights on you now, and you've never seen anything sexier than her slender frame stretching her clothing tight with the size of her baby bump...
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"content": "They sat in George's air-conditioned car for another minute while Jo tried to calm herself down. There was never a rush to get to the hypno-birthing class, but Jo always got worked up as they got closer to the doula's house.\n\n\"Thanks, George,\" she said, \"for everything. I don't know if I could have gone on without your help.\"\n\n\"It's nothing, really,\" he replied. \"You've gotten me out of worse jams in the past, the least I can do is drive you to your appointments. I mean, you're *really* coming along now.\" He watched her rub her swollen belly, the hem of the shirt unable to cover it all. She tried to pull it down but the shadow of her skin was unmistakable. \"Are you ready?\"\n\nHe got out of the SUV and helped her on her side, giving her an arm to lean on as she turned for the door. She looked at her fat feet in the cheap beach sandals, the only footwear she could fit in comfortably and sighed. \n\n\"If I don't shrink down again I'm gonna fucking cry,\" said Jo as they walked inside. \n\n\"Pardon her language,\" George whispered to her belly. He looked up at Jo to see if it helped to cheer her up. He knew her long enough to tell when her mood could spiral down quickly. Jo giggled as he wiggled his finger on her shirt, playing with the baby that wasn't his. Almost on queue, she felt a kick inside.\n\n\"Oh god, she's gonna ticklish too.\"\n\nThey sat down on the couch with the other couples and practiced the meditative states that would allow the mothers to deliver their babies without pain or pain medication. They learned how to live above the pain, to simply enjoy the feeling of childbirth as a natural event, and not a medical emergency. After practice, they watched another video of a successful water birth. When the mother in the video began to moan with deep, guttural tones, George felt a little aroused. The husband in the video massaged her face and shoulders, wiping her breasts with a warm, wet towel and she looked at him with such contentment. They watched her eyes roll back one more time and she groaned louder than ever, and the baby came out with a splash.\n\n\"That was beautiful,\" Jo said, tears in her eyes. \"I want that.\"\n\n\"We all do,\" the doula said. \"Just remember to keep up with the exercises and the breathing, and you too can experience the joy of natural childbirth.\"\n\nLater, George helped Jo back into her house. The place felt emptier with Ronny's stuff gone, but the energy was also more positive. Jo sat down on the couch and he sat next to her. \n\n\"I don't know if I can do this,\" Jo said. \"Momma says I should just schedule a C-section, but that's surgery! I don't want the risk for me or my baby.\"\n\nGeorge held her hand. \"You are the strongest woman I know, Jo. You can do this.\"\n\n\"And the exercises...I haven't been doing them all.\"\n\n\"Well I've seen you do the breathing and the meditations, what have you missed?\"\n\nJo blushed. \"It's embarrassing, but look at this,\" she said, opening the hypno-birthing book on the armrest. She turned to an illustrated page and handed it to him.\n\n\"Pre-natal Vaginal stretching,\" he read aloud. The diagrams showed how to apply vitamin E along the lips the the vagina, stretching them a little bit at a time. \n\n\"I... I can't reach down there anymore, George. I'm afraid it's gonna hurt... real bad.\"\n\nGeorge read the instructions to be sure and looked at her. \"I can help you, if you'd like. I mean, it's not like pulling taffy, but I would do anything to make you feel better.\"\n\nJo was on the verge of tears. \"Oh George, I don't deserve a friend like you.\" She hugged him and rested her head on his shoulders. Her eyelashes brushed over his neck and he shivered. She pushed away from him gently and said, \"I'll get the oil.\"\n\nJo returned wearing a house dress that hid her figure, towels, and a small tub of vitamin E oil. She set the towel on the couch and hiked up her dress until she could sit her naked bottom onto the towel. \n\n\"It's a goddamn mess down there,\" she said as she spread her legs. \"Are you sure you're okay with this?\"\n\nHe sat on the floor between her legs. George took the oil and looked at her pussy. Her dark curly hairs covered her mound, hinting at the slit in the middle. \"You look like a natural beauty, Jo. Now just relax and think of the meditation. Maybe the numbers?\"\n\n\"Yeah, okay,\" she said, leaning back.\n\nGeorge dipped his thumbs in the solid oil until each one had a dollop. He slowly rested his hands on her inner thighs and Jo gasped. \"Are you okay?\" he asked.\n\n\"Yeah, it's been... a while since I was touched like that. You can keep going.\"\n\nGeorge began to stroke her slit with his thumbs on either side of it, watching it blossom with warmth. Jo sighed and sank deeper in the couch as he continued to massage her. The solid oil began to melt and her skin absorbed it, releasing a bouquet of aromas that filled the room. He reloaded his thumbs with oil and began to press it around her wet lips, until he was able to slip each one inside, up to the first knuckle.\n\n\"Oh,\" she moaned. \"More like that.\"\n\nHe slowly pulled her lips apart while stroking up and down her pussy. He felt his cock stiffening in his pants he watched her rock her body to his hands. He pressed deeper inside her and she arched her back, grabbing the couch cushions.\n\n\"Yes! Mmm, stretch me, stretch me,\" she begged. Jo spread her legs wider as he found his rhythm, gently pushing against her folds. \"Wait, wait!\" she moaned, then began to convulse. \n\n\"Are you okay?\" he asked with concern.\n\n\"Yeah, I just came a little.\"\n\n\"Oh. I didn't mean to... I mean, that's not what I...\"\n\n\"It's okay, George,\" she said, patting his head. \"It felt good. *Real good*.\" \n\n\"Do you want me to continue?\" he asked, standing as he wiped his fingers on a towel.\n\nJo brushed her fingers over his bulging pants and nodded. \"Yeah, but I don't want you to use your fingers.\"\n\nGeorge swallowed hard, his cock throbbing in his jeans. \"Jo, I thought we were just friends.\"\n\n\"Mmm, friends, with benefits.\" \n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All jobs that involve direct interaction with customers/clients are now done by cute Asian women, and Happy Endings are always an option.
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"content": "Rose watched him pull into the IffyLube slowly, following the mechanic's hand signals to align his car before cutting the engine. He put the keys on the dash and popped the hood when she approached him.\n\n\"Has it been six months already, Buddy?\" she asked with her arms akimbo.\n\n\"I'm going on a long trip and I just want to get it checked,\" he said smiling. \"Maybe top it off?\"\n\n\"Well, we'll give you the full treatment,\" she replied. \"Joe! Full Synth on Bay Four!\"\n\nThe crew confirmed it and Buddy could hear the men working below. Rose opened the passenger side door and climbed in. She put a hand between his legs and leaned over, checking the dash.\n\n\"You could have gone another two thousand miles, easy\" she said, massaging his cock. She used her other hand to unsnap her coveralls, revealing her ample breasts. \"Not that I don't mind the business.\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" he said, grunting as his cock swelled uncomfortably. \"I just feel like maybe it's not running great. Maybe there's some gunk.\"\n\nRose unzipped his pants and started stroking his hard cock. \"Oh, like you hear the engine knocking?\" she asked. \"What does it feel like? A little rumbling, or can you feel it, banging and **banging**,\" she said as she twisted and tugged.\n\n\"Ahh, more like banging, mmm hmm,\" he moaned. \n\n\"Well, let's check the dip.\" Rose tucked her straight black hair behind her ears and went down on him, sucking the tip of his cock.\n\n\"Ff-fuck,\" he groaned as she slipped deeper. He reached into her jumpsuit and cupped a breast, playing with the smooth skin and budding nipples unseen. His balls tightened when Rose played with them, pulling them apart and rubbing her spit all over them. \n\nHe looked over with half-closed eyes and another mechanic stood at the window, embarrassed. \"Sir, your air filter is pretty dirty, but we can replace is for $69.99.\" \n\n\"Ungh...yeah. Let's do it.\" Buddy didn't care that the mark-up was worse than movie theater popcorn. As he heard the oil tanks pumping into the car, her gurgles and tight lips on his cock sent him over the edge. He thrust his hips into her mouth as the first load hit the back of her throat. She held his base and squeezed every last drop of cum from him.\n\nRose wiped her mouth on the back of her sleeve. \"You had quite a back-up in there. I guess you're lucky you came today after all.\" A mechanic slammed the the hood down as Rose snapped on her top and left the car.\n\n\"Six months, and I don't want to see you a day earlier,\" Rose told him as she affixed the reminder sticker on his windshield. She handed him a coupon. \n\n\"What's this?\" Buddy asked.\n\n\"My cousin runs a car wash in town, go and give her some business okay? Ask for the extra undercarriage service. You won't be disappointed.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You weren’t sure how to ask her. Even if she was a close ally, it was a rather private thing to ask about. She probably would get flustered and defensive about it, but ever since the side slit of her outfit flew up in the corner of your eye you needed to know: Is she not wearing underwear?
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"content": "\"Elisah, there is something I need to ask you. You may not want me to ask in front of the group.\" The party leader Jekks informed. \"But it is of mild tactical import, so we should sort this out.\" He was always brunt and tended to insist the party be open about their problems, so it was surprising to hear him being mindful of privacy.\n\n\"As you said before, we need to be as one to survive. As the party's archer, it doesn't help me to hide things.\" I smirked, admittedly i was hiding something. I had a voyeristic streak, I'm surprised he didnt catch on at the mini-skirt and cut off tunic. Perhaps his childhood friend dave was right and our glorious leader was a bit autistic.\n\n\"Very well, are you wearing panties?\" Jekks asked as blunt as i had expected him to. The lizard who passed for our mage spat out the mana potion he was drinking in surprise \"please do not waste mana potion salvis.\" He turned to gently chide him, even while passing him a replacement from his own pouch.\n\nI smiled, he was more perceptive then i gave him credit for. \"Why don't you check for yourself?\" I asked, giving him what any normal person would consider a whorish look.\n\n\"This would involve lifting your skirt, and peering beneath. Is this acceptable?\" Damn, that cut deeper then a kobold's lance... But it only served to cement his friend's case.\n\n\"Yes, you may touch if you want too.\" I insisted.\n\nHe took two steps and paused \"I...am sorry, have i offended you in some way? I can be rather simple and-\"\n\nI took two steps forward and kissed him on the lips. Standing here buck naked and bound wouldn't have me bat an eye, but this made my face flush red. \"No, now get down there and do what you must.\" He didnt say anything, possibly overwhelmed by it himself. He lifted the cloth enough that an onlooker would not see, I saw the lizard try to, but he was able to see my pussy in all it's moist glory.\n\nHe gently lowered the skirt back down and rose back to his feet. \"I found these a couple chests back. I thought they would just be useful as trade fodder, but it looks like you could use them.\" He insisted as he handed me a pair of enchanted panties of lifesteal+2. The lizard nearly burst out laughing at my expense.\n\n\"Jekks, this is taking some time, and the moon is about to slip out of alignment. It may be a good idea to set up camp.\"\n\n\"Nonesense. You lost your tent. We can finish this quickly.\" Jekks insisted all too pragmatically.\n\n\"You can borrow mine.\" I decided. \"Provided I can share with you, Jekks.\"\n\n\"You've seen how small my tent is, and you know i have a light enchantment on the inside of my tent.\" Jekks asserted \"if you do not mind, then it may be for the better to stop after all.\"\n\n\"I don't mind.\" I'd have to slip salvis a few gold coins for his just work... But I suspect that he'll simply take his reward in the legerine that was stashed in my tent."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Milf prompts
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"content": "The classic.\n\nYour friend’s mom was always attractive, at least you thought so. But how is it that she’s only gotten hotter after the divorce?\n\n*Bonus*: You’ve finally left the closet after going off to college, and you’ve found out said friend’s mom left her husband for a woman.\n\n*Alternate*: Your friend sets you up not knowing you two had been seeing each other since you came back for winter break.\n\n*Other Alternate*: You meet her on a tinder date (her profile looked different, ok?) and she plays into that weird milf stereotype of trying to “teach” you sex, only to realize you know what you’re doing, thank you very much."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your orgasms are like shooting stars. Those who witness it can make one wish, and it always comes true.
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"content": "\"Please Miss Parker, you don't understand if we don't stop that asteroid it will take out the entire country!\" The President of the United States pleaded with me. It wasn't every day that I got a house call from the man himself. In fact, it was the first time ever. \n\n\"Right, and I do this now, and the next time you want to win an election you show up at my door again. It's a slippery slope.\" I warned him. \n\nHe took a moment to pause before responding, collecting his thoughts. I’m sure it wasn’t easy for him, to be forced to resort to this. Begging and pleading a coffee barista more worried about finding her next boyfriend than solving world problems. But he had to be pretty damn desperate to come to me. \n\n“I understand your concern. But we are going to protect you after this. Keep this under wraps. Make sure as few people know about this as possible.” He let out a deep frustrated sigh, and then turned to look out the window. “We don’t have any other options….”\n\n“That's not what I heard.” I responded bluntly. “This is just the cheapest, easiest option.” Of course I didn’t know for sure, I was just taking a guess, all of this was feeling very last minute and rushed. The asteroid had probably been detected months ago, and they had come up with nothing sense then. It almost felt like I was the first option, not the last. “Can’t you just blow it up?”\n\n“If we blow it up now it will rain thousands of tiny asteroids on us for the next hundred years, probably killing even more people. I told you, there are much smarter people than you and me working on this.” \n\nHis voice was growing stern and angry. The little bit of patience he had was running low, but so was mine.\n\n“You still have a day or so. You will figure something out.” I crossed my arms over my chest and turned my back on him which would have come across a lot more serious if I wasn’t still in my pajamas. \n\nThere was another long silence in the room, and even though I didn’t look I could tell that he was motioning to the two FBI agents at my door. I assumed it was him letting them know he was giving up. \n\n“I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this Miss Parker, but as President I have to do what is necessary to keep my people alive.” \n\nI turned on my heel, slightly surprised that he would resort to threatening me, and watched as one of the large men at the door produced a black case about twenty inches long and set it on my kitchen table. He undid two of the clasps and opened it up. Inside, was a white cylinder like object that only look me a second to recognize. A soft bulbous head sat at one end, attached with a small blue rod that went inside the device. It was handheld, and in the middle displayed a simple toggle switch with three different settings. Off, one, and two. A Hitachi Magic Wand. I visibly shuddered at the sight. \n\n“No, wait, hold on, you can’t just force me.” I gasped finding my voice. \n\n“I’m sorry Miss Parker, like I said, this is our last resort and as your President, I will make the difficult decision for the people.”\n\nI slowly started backing away from him. The door was clearly blocked by the two massive guards, but he window, which lead to the fire escape that went down six stories on the outside of my apartment building was open. However, the FBI guys must have seen me eyeing it, and quickly made their way towards me. The first larger man grasped my shoulder and then quickly my arm as he twisted it behind my back. A moment later I could feel the cold steel of cuffs being placed around that wrist and then the other. \n\n“Are cuffs really necessary guys?” The President queried the two men. \n\n“Yes, they are sir. Our intelligence informs us that she gets off on light bondage. It will only help the mission.” \n\n“How the FUCK do you know that?” I demanded caught a little off guard by the manner in which they were approaching this. \n\n“Mam, we are from the FBI, it wasn’t hard to find a few of your ex boyfriends.” The man of my right said as he roughly grasped the elastic waistband of my shorts and pulled them to my feet. \n\nMy face turned a shade of red, as he exposed my panties to the most powerful man in the country. The man who was currently plugging in a large vibrator into the wall, preparing to use it on me, preparing to make me orgasm, so he could save the world from an asteroid that would soon strike earth. It sounded like a necessary evil, but I still wasn’t convinced there wasn’t anything else they could do."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fetish prompts
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"content": "\\-Girl with any name, long dark hair, asian(same height as partner), pretty brown eyes, large breasts, really big butt, slim figure, bubbly outgoing type, likes to talk a lot\n\n\\-Guy can be named anything, but preferably something not too dull. he can be any ethnicity, with a clean face, cute smile, abs and a huge dick\n\n\\-Consensual MF(sorta vanilla), maybe have them be friends with a hotel/pool/shower related scenario?\n\n\\-LOTS of dirty talk(specifically her telling him how big his dick is and how much he enjoys it\n\nthanks, hope that's not too much <3"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Though it was an accident making a fully sentient android, things quickly escalated into a full blown intimate relationship. Unfortunately she lacks proper “parts” for intercourse, much to her dismay. One day she finally shows you a creative solution she secretly made as a surprise.
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"content": "\"Check the cargo hold, will you Bai?\" Paaton asked aloud. \"We undock in 30 cycles.\"\n\n*Roger,* his droid replied back via mlink. Paaton tried to get her to use her voice more often, but Bai preferred mlink: said it was \"faster.\" After a few minutes, his secondary monitor blinked to life with the ship manifest, each row changing from grey to bright green as Bai enabled the bulkhead couplers. \n\n\"Bai, you stopped at Bay Nine, what's up?\" he asked, but received no response. He tapped the ship map and could see her blip in the hold, but Bai was not moving. \"Shit, I hope she's not broken again,\" he muttered as he left the cockpit. The spaces between the cargo bays were narrow by design. Droid workers were thinner and stronger than any human, which allowed for more storage and therefore, more profit. The only time this system didn't work, Paaton thought, was when there was a malfunction, like now.\n\nHe found Bai in the gap between Bay Eight and Nine, staring at a component from the open steerage port. \"Are you okay Bai? I've been trying to reach you.\"\n\n*I apologize*, she replied. *Something in the shipment triggered my sensors*. She lifted her arm to run her fingers through her blond hair, until they found an interface in her headpiece. Her posture gave Paaton a side view of her form: a Grade 4 femme type with an artistic melding of hard and soft spots. On their longer hauls, he had caught himself thinking about her curves, how her smooth hips joined her titanium thighs. Even now, he fantasized wrapping is arms around her from behind, cupping her soft, tender breasts.\n\n*Captain, there's no room for that here,* she sent via mlink. \n\nPaaton blinked with surprise. \"Jesus, I'm sorry. I forgot to hit mute.\"\n\n\"Don't be sorry,\" she said aloud. \"I should be sorry, for not meeting all of your expectations. For a while now, I've been thinking about your needs as an intersteller hauler.\" Her eyelids dropped slightly and she almost looked like she blushed. \"I've been thinking about my needs as well.\"\n\nShe showed him the component in her hand. \"This part of the shipment, is for me. For us.\"\n\nPaaton looked at dark tube, a nondescript part save for the Sensodyne Heavy Industries logo on one end. \"What is it?\"\n\n\"It's...another sensor,\" Bai said. \"I need room to install it though. May I use your quarters?\"\n\n\"Of course, Bai. Just finish the cargo check and you can do your installation after.\" Paaton sidled back out of the cargo bay and scratched his head. *What has gotten into her* he thought. \n\n*You'll see*, she replied in mlink. Paaton swore, then pressed the mute button behind his ear.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*Captain, I need your help to test the sensor,* Bai messaged later. Paaton looked at the chronometer and left for his quarters. \n\n\"Bai, we have ten cycles before we undock,\" he said, opening the bulkhead door. \"Are you sure we have enough ti-\" His words were caught in his throat as he gazed in the room. Bai stood in the center, holding the unwrapped component in her hand. It was purple, just bigger than her hand. On one end, a long, thin cable ran to Bai's headpiece. She held a part of the cable in her mouth, to keep it from dragging on the floor. He pointed to the other end of the component. \"Is that... a vagina?\"\n\n*Model V43423GN-4, to be exact, sir. It's a replica based on a popular model from the Thirty Second Century. I'll send you the specs*, she messaged, then a flood of data washed over Paaton's mind. \n\n\"Stop, I get it,\" he blurted. \"I don't need to see the warranty. Bai, how does it feel?\"\n\n*I don't know, captain*, she replied. *I need your help to calibrate it.* She pressed a button on her headpiece and the component began to pulse with a soft glow. \"Help me, Paaton,\" she said.\n\nPaaton hugged her and pulled her back at her shoulders. \"You're warm now, are you okay?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. It's part of the component settings. Do you think it's unnecessary?\"\n\n\"No...I mean yes! I think the warmth is good. Are you going to overheat though?\"\n\n\"I am within normal operating parameters.\" Bai wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. The component buzzed in her hand and against his neck and he kissed her more firmly, with passion. \"Ohh, captain,\" she moaned, \"my ocular sensors are degaussing, but I like it.\"\n\nPaaton spun her around so that her bottom fit into his hardening groin. He circled her belly with his hands, raising them until he cupped her perfectly round breasts. Bai leaned into him grinding her behind into him as she held his head against her neck. The component began to throb, and Bai reached down to find Paaton's fly. She opened the panel and pulled out his hard cock, stroking him while he played with her breasts. \n\n*I want to feel more* she sent while kissing him. *I want you in my port.*\n\nPaaton led her to his bed and pushed her gently, face down. He lifted her featureless ass into a prone position, then placed the component between her closed legs. The simulacrum of a pussy was wet, a self-lubricating feature that he noticed when he read the specs. He crawled onto the bed behind her tapped the pussy with his shaft.\n\n\"Oh!\" she gasped and jumped each time he spanked her pussy with his cock. Once his shaft was slick, he angled his cock lower.\n\n\"Are you ready to calibrate?\" he asked. \n\n*Yes, captain, please initiate. Initiate me **hard**.\n\nPaaton chucked that her boldness then slid his cock into the component. It enveloped him, undulating motors spinning smoothly over his head and shaft. \"Oh fuck, that feels so good!\" He held her ass and began to slowly pump in and out of her.\n\n*Yes! I concur, sir! My other sensors are picking up ambient waves from it. Every time you fully insert, my motors want to twitch and spasm.* Bai turned her head to look at him. \"Give me more,\" she moaned.\n\nPaaton leaned over and thrust harder, fucking her into the mattress. He held onto her forearms like handles and pushed deeper into the component until Bai's mlink messages became incoherent.\n\n*Yes. Volume. Mass change detected. Fuck my brains out!*\n\nShe began to shudder underneath him and her legs spread out, dropping the component. She grabbed her legs and rolled into a fetal position but Paaton grabbed the wired component and continued to fuck it, watching her face twitch with pleasure. \n\n\"Final. Load. Test,\" he grunted before he came hard into it, holding it down as it began to milk his cock. \"Oh God, you are amazing.\"\n\nBai bit her lip. *You mean, the component was amazing.*\n\nPaaton unclipped the cable from her head piece and spooned her, kissing her neck and lips. \"No Bai, I mean, **you**, are amazing.\"\n\nThe ship chronometer signaled the two cycle warning and Bai began to get out of bed, but Paaton held her down. *Sir, we'll miss the undocking window if we don't finish.*\n\n\"Signal Central Traffic Control, Bai. Tell them we need to push into the next window. Tell them, we need to do more component testing.\" \n\nBai complied, smiled, then nuzzled into his body. \n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A handsome unsuspecting traveler unexpectedly meets a genie who gives him three wishes. After wishing for a happy life and the end of world hunger, he gives his last wish to the genie. To his surprise, his cock suddenly doubles in size. The genie bites her lip and speaks two words: "Fuck me."
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"content": "“So, third wish.” The genie said, flashing a pearly smile. “Make sure it counts!”\n\nI honestly didn’t know how I found myself in this situation, I bought some antique lamp from a vendor I met back at the road. It seemed like a good idea to clean it while I was resting, so I started scrubbing it a piece of cloth I had in my backpack.\n\nA few moments passed before I realized I was no longer alone. At the corner of my eye, I could see another person. Looking to my right I was finally able to fully see her, and I could not believe my eyes.\n\n“Yea, yea, where did you come from? Who are you? Why are you blue? I heard it all before.” She said. It wasn’t her presence that struck me speechless, but her appearance. She was a short woman, no more than 5 feet. Her bust stood proud before her, it was large and appeared to be defying gravity laws. Her nipples stood erect, a few shades darker than her skin tone. The most amazing thing was that her nudeness was not the most special thing about her. She was blue. Not blue hair or blue clothes, if she even wore something over her sex, but she completly blue. Blue skin, blue hair, blue eyes, blue lips.\n\n“Great, another dumb one! Hello?” She waved her hands in front of me. “Can you even talk?”\n\n“Yes, yes.” I muttered, still awestruck by her.\n\n“Good, at least that. So I’m a genie, you summoned me, you get three wishes, yada, yada, yada.” She kept her demeanor, “What do you want? Women? Money? Immortality? Get on with it.”\n\nI still couldn’t believe it was true, it surely was a dream, but I was willing to play along, only to see where this will lead.\n\n“I wish to live a happy life.” I said. It sounded good, at least it will guarantee that I will enjoy life.\n\n“Granted.” She dismissively waved her hand. I didn’t feel any different, but I simply kept with it.\n\n“I wish to end world hunger.”\n\n“Ooh, an altruist, look here, he is such a good person.” she waved her hand again.\n\n“I’m not sure what to wish next.”\n\n“What do you mean?” She perked up a bit, showing some inquisitive attention.\n\n“I never really thought I needed more than two wishes to be honest.”\n\n“There must be something more you want. Power, money, women.” By now her earlier demeanor was completely gone, replaced by an interested, attentive one.\n\n“Well I wished what I wanted. For all I care you can have the third wish.” I told her.\n\n“Really?” She got closer to me, with her hands holding my shoulders and her eyes open as wide as they can get. They looked like too little ponds up close.\n\n“Sure.” I dismissed her excitement, it wasn’t a huge deal as she was making it to be. I felt the genie massaging my shoulders a bit. Perhaps that was her way of thanking me. Quite quickly though, I felt my pants constricting me. While I was hard since she showed up, I didn’t feel like I was going to rip my pants. Peeking down I was shocked to see a huge bulge threatening to burst my pants. He looked back to the genie with fear creeping me only to see her biting her lip seductively.\n\n“Well… You did give me a wish.” She made the words linger with a seductive tone she suddenly adopted. “So I wished some fun for me.”\n\nShe took her hands off my shoulders and placed them on my bulge, slowly jerking it through my pants.\n\n“Tight, isn’t it?” She asked with the same tone, “Are you sure you don’t want to take them off?”\n\n“Go on, take them off! I can’t stand this!” The restriction, her jerking me, it was so much stimulation I could feel myself on the verge of orgasm already. She quickly pulled them down, but only enough to make my dick pop free. It looked insanely big. She must have done something to it. From respectable 6 inches, it turned into a 12 inches freak, and with a girth of a soda can, I could consider it as a third arm. Her entire face lit when she saw it, as if just the sight of it made her cum already.\n\nShe slowly raised herself above me, and squatted above my dick, positioning it with her opening. I leaned backwards, intending to give her room to ride freely, but she held my back, forcing my face to her tits, forcing me to suck them while she rode me.\n\nShe felt so tight, though it was a wonder I could even fit with such a monster into her. I felt her pelvis hitting mine every time she sank down on me. On her way up, her walls milked me, coaxing me to burst and fill her.\n\nWe went at this for what seems like forever, she going up and down furiously and I was still at awe how she was able to do that when I felt like I barely fit inside her. By now, I was focusing solely on her nipples, sucking one and tweaking the other, alternating between them, trying to give her as much stimulation as I could.\n\nMy orgasm caught me by surprise and hit me like a brick wall. She knew I was going to though, screaming at me to fill her up, to give her everything. While she stopped moving, She convulsed around me, milking every last drop from me.\n\nOnce I calmed, she suddenly released her grip on me and I fell back, my dick still lodged in her.\n\n“So… Do you now have an idea for a third wish?”\n\n>Everything feels so much longer until you post it, then you find out you barely wrote something. Comments / criticism / general-fuckery are always welcome"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Describe a sexual encounter in graphic detail but using only metaphors
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"content": "I'd never quite understood why my grandparents liked watching golf.\n\nBut then I hit puberty, and nothing seemed more important than gripping the handle of my club just right and getting the white sphere that looked so small on the screen into the hole in a freshly-shaved green.\n\nOf course, when I found the videos online, I had no idea about proper hand positioning, or the real differences between handling a driver or the many more strokes necessary with the irons afterward to finally get it into the hole. I tried stroke after stroke, watching those videos of men squaring up at the tee - they could hit it straight into the hole, so why did I end up chipping it into the sand traps, into toilets, into paper towels?\n\nIt took so many strokes to even get those little white balls off the course, let alone in the hole they should go.\n\nThe trouble was, I didn't have a real golf course available. That would have taken a lot of effort I wasn't willing to put in back in high school. But I practiced my strokes, learning how to angle my grip just right, to get the angle I needed to release myself with my hands gripped tight around the shaft.\n\nWell, that's just the idiocy of a teenage boy, I guess.\n\nI won't burden you with the story of how I finally got onto a real golf course, but we were in love with each other - at the time. I'd always thought water hazards were to be avoided, and, not to boast, they cropped up everywhere (did someone turn the sprinklers and fountains on while I was on the course?), but I managed to power through them even though my clubs were all wet.\n\nBut when I finally got to the putting green, which had been shaven nearly bald by some groundskeeper, it took so many strokes before I could finally send my little white ball straight into that tight hole.\n\nIt was entirely worth it.\n\n***\n\nCriticism welcome.\n\nYes, golf erotica. Because why not?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the midst of a losing streak, a gambler decides to bet herself on a game of poker to try and earn back all her cash. The casino is more than willing to accept her bet.
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"content": "It was not going well for me. Normally I win big at poker, but the dealer just kept getting every so slightly better hands than me. I had drained about 500 dollars at this table, and my money was running out. I look down at the table and realize I'm out of chips. \"Fuck, guess I'm out. Unless I could bet myself.\" I say joking. But the dealer, who has been mostly silent until this point, pipes up\n\n\"That is an option miss. Your person if the house wins, all 500 chips you spent if you win.\" He says, sweeping his hand, collecting the cards\n\n\"All 500? Fuck that a hard bet.\" I say \"Fuck it, I'm in.\" The dealer gives a fiendish smile. He draws the cards, and hands me two. Seven. Eight. Nine. So far so good. A two. And a king. A king high. Not good. The dealer sets down his cards, revealing the house with a pair of twos. The dealer looks up at me, still smiling. \"That was a joke, you know that, right? Oh well! I uh... better get going\" I say, standing and beginning to back away. Then I feel two tense hands grip my arms, from behind me. \n\n\"Ah ah ah, miss. You lost, and you are now property of the lucky 7 casino resort\" says the dealer, stepping around the table up to me. \"Our legal team will work out any complications your absence from society will accumulate.\" He steps up and reveals a collar, engraved with the golden text 'Lucky 7'. He moves it up to my neck and locks it on, while the man behind me holds my head still. The dealer then procures a ring gag from behind the table and locks it into my mouth. \"There, alright, take her to training Kyle.\" A single tear rolled down my check as I realized my freedom was gone...\n\nShort and sweet, written while I was on break ❤"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thank You for shopping with GDS! Your order has been delivered, and has been left inside the front door. From all of us at the Gimp Delivery Service: Enjoy!
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"content": "“Hello, you’ve reached the Gimp Delivery Service Support line. How may I help you?”\n\n“You’re saying that you’ve run into a problem with the hood, right? Well, the hood is only intended to be removed for emergencies. The mouth is meant to be available for any intended use, from a cleaning tool to oral sex, and is suitable for any of the mouth gags and genital inserts that have been delivered to you as well.”\n\n“Oh, you’re saying that the mouth is nonfunctional, ma’am? I’m very sorry to hear that. We train all of our delivered gimps to have mouths of exceptional quality, trained for pleasing both men and women, qualified for dick sucking, pussy licking, and for analingus. This gimp you’ve purchased from us, Gimp Number 02468, is rated as a triple-A pussy licker and a double A cock sucker. You ordered that special from us. He’s also capable of holding his breath for over two minutes and has no gag reflex. Are you certain his mouth is not functional?”\n\n“He isn’t a good *conversationalist*? Ma’am, I’m not sure what you want. People do not purchase our slave’s for their speaking abilities, and we don’t officially rate that. I have said that he's noted to be a cunning linguist though.”\n...\n\n“I’m very very sorry about that joke, ma’am. Gimp Delivery Services takes your issue with our utmost concern. Please don’t leave a negative review, I’ll be punished quite harshly for that.”\n\n“Yes, ma’am, I’ll do my best to help resolve your issue. I think what might have happened is a case of cotton mouth. Sometimes the gimps spend too much time in their packaging, and it looks like... oh dear. 3 days in our warehouse, and 7 days in transit before he arrived? Yes, you should be able to use any drinkable liquid and his mouth should be as fine as day.” \n\n“Oh, yes, you can do that, no worries, our gimps are trained to take in most human bodily fluids.”\n\n“I’m sure you can have him clean the toilet bowl too, he’s trained for that as well, but he might be a bit of a potty-mouth afterwards.”\n\n...\n\n“I’m very sorry about that as well. Please don’t leave a negative review. I’m afraid that if I have another one on my record I’ll be demoted to being a desk slave. AHHH!” My pussy lit up with electricity for a second, causing me to emit a shrill scream. Of all the people to actually know how to navigate the damn automatic phone menu and find out how to remotely shock me...\n\nI panted through my headset for a few seconds before I was able to respond. “Y-y-yes the desk slave’s work under the desks, but enough about me, are there any other issues with your new gimp?” \n\n“Maid services? Yes, your gimp is trained in cleaning. Perhaps a bit too much with their tongue rather than practical tools, but he’ll be able to clean up after himself, and any other messes, from dirty dishes to cum stained furniture to dirty dildos, he’ll clean them all. Just be sure to use the hood with the eyeholes on it, our gimps are not trained to be able to clean blind. Fuck and suck? Of course they can do that blind. Yes, he can use his tongue if you want him to. As an apology for the long delivery wait, I can send you a free gift of a remote electroshock collar, which you can use to shock him into compliance if his performance is below your expectations, if he is disobedient, or if you enjoy that.” \n\n“I’m very sure you’ll be satisfied. As a matter of fact, we have a limited time offer of a complementary female gimp to go with your current male gimp for 30% off. If you like neither of the slave’s, you can return them for a full refund, as long that no permanent harm has occurred to either of them.”\n\n“Thanks for considering the offer. I’ll forward your call to the billing and sales department while I get your complementary shock collar sent to you. While you wait on hold, you’ll have the option to take a short survey based on my performance.”\n\n--------------------------------------------------\n\nI hung up, and typed out an order for that electroshock collar, brushing a long lock of brown hair that slipped out from my ponytail. Sometimes, these support calls could be the absolute worst. Who knew a bunch of dominatrixes, leather daddies and mommies, and all other sorts of slave masters looking to buy high end gimps could be so demanding?\n\nI shuffled on my office chair, kicking me feet up and down. It was the only thing I could really do to get my blood flowing when I was not on break. My thighs were tied down to the chair with leather belts, and my hands were cuffed to my desk, keeping me on top of a devious vibrating hump on the middle of the chair and a tapered metal butt plug. They constantly kept me teased as a form of encouragement. If I did well, I got greater pleasure, building up to a glorious orgasm. If I got negative reviews, I got a painful electric shock to both of my holes. The last caller seemed to have a fairly negative experience, so I waited for that shock, gritting my teeth while the vibrators buzzed below, keeping me on the edge.\n\nIt didn’t come though. That shock never hit me, and I didn’t cum either. Had she chosen not to give me any review at all?\n\nI heard my manager walking up behind me. Turning to look, I saw him in his suit jacket and slacks. No shirt though, his red tie (emblazoned with a pin in the shape of a paddle) laid right on top of his bristly black chest hair. “So, I heard sales had a rather quick order from that last customer’s call you’ve taken.” \n\nMy heart kept. That was great, that would be a positive mark on my record, and I might have a chance to cum, or even to get promoted! “Oh, that’s fantastic. One of the slaves we offer for 30% off, right?” My manager nodded. “Yeah, but it was kind of a special order. She asked for you, specifically.” I gasped. “Wha-what? But I’m a support slave right now! Don’t you have to demote me to a desk slave, and then a cleaning slave? And the months of training and evaluation?” \n\nThe manager chuckled. “Well, the part that you missed is that you’re all slave’s, and she really liked your screaming voice. I have to say, I’m going to miss that too, but at least I’ll have one last chance to listen to you scream as we wheel you out, feel free to have an orgasm, if you can.” He pressed a button on a remote in his pocket, what must have been the maximum stimulation one, and held it right there. I felt my pussy and my butt being shocked, but also being vibes at maximum power, a cacophony of pain and pleasure. I felt the hood coming down, blinding me, muffling the sounds of the other support slaves apologizing for the noise of another slave set for demotion. My cuffs were transferred from the desk to the chair, and I was being wheeled off to the elevator. A shrieking, squirming mess, a blind slave and the latest product of the Gimp Delivery System."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Great for 18th birthdays!!!
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"content": "(To be continued… and just in case it didn’t come through Sara/“Penny” is consenting and willing.)\n\n“I still can’t believe you talked me into this.”\n\n“Penny” said as her friend buckled the strap around her waist. “Penny” had been talked into being a Playtime Penny model, a mechanical horse like contraption for free use pleasure at adult parties. The Penny was always consenting and usually it was a pornstar that specialized in fetishes but she dropped out due to illness and so 22 year old college student Sara was talked into it by her friend who ran the attraction. \n\nThe party was a birthday party for a local businessman. The party was strictly for singles over eighteen. Sara was nervous as she waited for the party to fill. She read over the sign next to her. \n\n“Anal playtime $15, pussy playtime (condom mandatory) $10, oral $8 dollar.”\n\n“Yep don’t worry Sara everyone was tested, everyone has signed a waiver promising to be on their best behavior and I’ll be right here the whole night.”\n\nSara took a deep breath, trying to expel her nerves. At least the device she was in had padding and the check had already cleared. The first to arrive was the host Ben Masters. He walked up to the device and looked Sara over quickly before shaking Brian’s hand. He turned his attention to Sara \\. \n\n“How you doing tonight ma’am?”\n\n“Nervous...but Brian said I can back out if I have second thoughts. “\n\nBen smiled and nodded. \n\n“Don’t worry young lady I’m sure you’ll end up enjoying yourself. “\n\nSara smiled a nervous smile. Ben had said his goodbyes and walked away. \n\n“You owe me one Brian. “\n\n“I know...”\n\nHe patted her on the butt softly and she give him a half hearted dirty look. Brian was gay so she didn’t mind as much. Soon guests started to arrive. “Penny” felt a little anxious being looked over like a prize in a claw machine. She smiled a little though her stomach tide up in knots as one of the observers pulled out his wallet. \n\n“Is this just penetration or?”\n\n“You can finger, fuck, or lick for ten minutes. “\n\nThe nicely dress nodded and pulled a ten and a five. Brian took the man and stuck it in a drawer.\n\n“Ten minutes?” The man asked.\n\n“Ten minutes.” Brian replied. \n\nThe man nodded and knelt down on one knee behind “Penny”. He rubbed her ass and gave her left cheek a soft squeeze. “Penny” was fine with that...but as the mans tongue ran along her asshole, her body heated up with nerves and to her surprise, excitement. \n\nThe mans tongue continued to explore her hole as she slowly relaxed. Sara didn’t find it as exciting as some people did but it still feel good. A soft moan slipped as the man took one last lap with his tongue and stood up. \n\n*that was a quick ten minutes...this won’t be so bad*\n\nSara thought herself as the man thanked her and Brian. Sara and Brian shared a laugh as they saw the man heading to the bathroom while pulling a toothbrush and toothpaste from his coat pocket. \n\nA few more people walked by and checked her out, a few even checked their wallets. Then a handsome man about her and Brian’s age walked up and presented Brian with 8 dollars. \n\n“Blowjob or facefuck?” Brian asked\n\n“She looks like she’d enjoy me doing the work. “\n\nThe man answered with a smile. He unzipped his pants and unbuttoned them letting them drop to the floor, his briefs following not long. His cock was impressive but nothing massive or unmanageable. Sara smiled a little as her best friend Brian was about to find out how much she loved being facefucked. \n\n“Pull my hair please,” Sara asked with a sheepish, yet devilish grin."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You get to spend an entire weekend at *The Resort,* a paradisiac and luxurious nudist destination where luggage is not needed as your consciousness gets transferred to a biological 3D printed body you've customized before hand.
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"content": "*contains mild body horror*\n***\n\nRay woke up when he heard the muffled sound of a vacuum cleaner on the other side of the door. *I can't believe I'm here*, he thought as he rose from the bed. The hotel room was decorated with tropical-themed art, with the words \"Get out of Your Shell\" painted on the far wall. He stretched his arms and looked at his new, muscular frame: olive skin, large hands, and a small OMLED display embedded under his wrist. He touched the black screen and it sprang to life. He played with the apps and buttons that would make his stay at The Resort more enjoyable, then fell back on the bed. Ray reached down with one hand and gripped his long, soft cock, but was surprised to find something else brushing against his knuckle. He looked down and screamed.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I'm sorry sir,\" the voice from his wrist said. \"It would seem that the feedstock dispenser got stuck in a loop during the implementation phase and thought that it hadn't completed the kit work, so it did it again.\"\n\nRay looked at his two matching cocks that hung between his legs. \"You're telling me that nobody noticed this? I didn't pay an *ungodly* amount of money to have this kind of screwup.\"\n\n\"Well sir, you might be surprised at the number of guests who request *diphallic terata*. It's actually quite popular.\"\n\n\"I expect you to fix this, now,\" he demanded. He twisted his hips back and forth until his members slapped against each other. \"This is fucking ridiculous.\"\n\n\"As you know sir, it can take weeks to print a new model.\"\n\n\"I don't have that kind of time!\" Ray yelled back. \"Don't you have, like a loaner? Like when a restaurant has extra sport coats.\"\n\nThere was a pause. \"You are welcome to look at our off-the-rack series, sir. The shop is next to the lobby.\"\n\nRay blanched at the thought of walking in public with his two Peters. \"Can't you bring up a couple models?\"\n\n\"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way, sir. We can only do the neural exchange in the shop. Sir, it might be best to try out your current model for a day, and see how it suits you. If you don't like it, we will refund your purchase.\"\n\nRay stared at the painted words on the wall and sighed. \"Fine. I'll try this out, but if this doesn't work out, I'm going to sue this place into the ground.\"\n\n\"Fair enough sir.\" The call disconnected and his wrist display turned black. \n\nRay took a deep breath and opened the door. The housekeeper was two doors down, pushing a cordless vacuum over the nooks and corners of the hallway. Ray admired her dark skin and full body on display, naked, save for a short apron that held common supplies. She turned around to look at him when he closed his door, and he instinctively covered his crotch with his hands. He was beginning to regret his decision to design a penis of \"legendary\" proportions, especially now that he had two of them. She looked down at his hands and gave him a courteous nod before returning to her work. *This might not be so bad*, he thought to himself as he waited for the elevator. \n\nWhen it opened, he saw that it was already occupied by a tall, statuesque woman, her head nearly touching the car ceiling. As she made room for him in the elevator, her breasts swung at his eye level. \n\n\"That's okay, you can look,\" she said, catching him staring. \"It's actually a strain to look me in the eyes. What floor can I get for you?\"\n\n\"Wherever you're going, if that's alright,\" he replied. \n\n\"That's pretty bold,\" she said, then noticed he was double-packing. \"Then again, I guess you're used to bold moves.\" She extended her hand to greet him. \"Call me Tawny.\"\n\n\"Ray. So you're not bothered with my, um, *plus one*?\" he asked.\n\n\"Nah, it's cool. First time, huh?\"\n\n\"How did you know?\"\n\n\"Well, no one covers themselves for very long. This place let's you be you. No judgment.\" Tawny locked her fingers behind her head and stretched her long torso, her breasts undulating with hypnotic rhythm. \"You like my little dance? Go ahead,\" she said, looking down at him, \"touch them. Tell me if they feel real of not.\"\n\nRay suddenly felt very thirsty. He could only nod, and raise his hands under her breasts. He cupped each one and gently squeezed until Tawny softly moaned. Her nipples hardened and he moved closer to suckle on one. She ran her fingers through his hair and let him latch on. She was warm and supple, and her skin smelled like ripe apples. He could feel a familiar ache between his legs, but was disoriented when Tawny grabbed one in each hand. It was as if he were twice as sensitive as she alternated her strokes, like she was milking a cow. He stiffened in her grips and teased her nipples with little bites that caused her to gasp. \n\n\"Fuck, that feels so good,\" he said as the elevator doors pinged open. Sunlight poured in from the beach, and he had to squint to look outside. A pair of men looked at him and gave him a knowing wink. \n\n\"Hey Tawny, don't be so greedy,\" one said as Ray and Tawny exited the car. Tawny pulled a pair of sunglasses from her hair, holding a cock in her hand. Ray dutifully followed her into an open cabana with a large chaise lounger. She let him sit down and she stood over him, rubbing her bare pussy.\n\n\"So Ray, do you want me to fuck you? Would you like to bury those twin cocks into my pussy?\" She licked the juices from her fingers and waited for his reply. She straddled him and lowered herself, guiding one cock to her slit, then deftly moved the other to her asshole. \"I love these synth models, Ray. Automatic lubrication, and no bowels. My ass is purpose built for pleasure.\"\n\n\"Oh, fuck!\" he grunted as she dropped lower and she enveloped his cocks. Her warm folds spread more of her juices over his shaft as she moved up and down slowly, squeezing him with every push. Tawny flashed a devilish grin and swung her legs, one at a time, until she held his legs up by his ankles, pinning him to the lounger as she continued to fuck him. \n\n\"Come on, Double D, gimme all your cum,\" she demanded, thrusting herself harder onto him. Ray's hips flexed and opened wider as she dropped herself over and over, the sound of wet slaps filling the cabana. She controlled him, turning his body left and right to stroke every square inch of her insides until he reached the tipping point. \"Yes, yes!\" she moaned, \"fill my holes with your twin guns!\"\n\nShe let go of his legs to reach around and squeeze his balls, and Ray convulsed as he came harder then ever, sparks dancing in his eyes as load after load drenched her needy pussy and ass. Tawny let him go and his legs collapsed on the lounger, cum and cream spilling over his thighs. She moved up to straddle his face. \"Clean up time, baby,\" she said, and he reached for her ass. \n\n\"It's sweet and salty,\" he said, lapping her up as she ground over his face. She was gentler now, letting him breathe before grabbing his hair and pulling him back between her legs. When she came, Ray could feel her muscles tremble on his lips, encouraging him to continue. She fell back over his body, his flaccid cocks bumping into her face. \n\n\"We've got a winning combo,\" she said, smiling. \"But it's a new week; if you want to play around, you know how to find me. Just look up.\" Ray was going to respond but his wrist display chirped.\n\n\"Sir, you're in luck, we have a new delivery of fresh units in the shop, if you'd like to come down and see, we can give you right of first refusal.\"\n\n\"On second thought,\" Ray said, \"I think I'm going to try this out this week. Thanks.\" He turned off the display and joined Tawny in a loving embrace.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your friends visit every day, but no matter one, you can't seen to remember what happens while they're over. Today, you install cameras to get to the bottom of this.
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"content": "Disclaimer: >![Hypnosis] [Dub/Non-Con] [No Sex]!<\n\n\"It's not like I don't trust them. Of course I trust them! They're my friends after all... but still...\"\n\nI paused, as I was talking to myself, wondering if all that I was doing was really necessary. These were my best friends; 10 years of knowing them, and yet, here I am wondering if I can really trust them. Sure, it was definitely strange that I couldn't remember anything from their daily visits - aside from the knowledge that they knocked on the door and that I'd wake up in bed the following day. But, maybe that's a problem with me, now with them. Perhaps it's my own memory failing me? I can't believe that, I'd always prided myself on having a strong ability to recall information, so that couldn't be it.\n\nI glanced down at the small security camera in my hands. Thanks to it's small size, it was easy enough to conceal, and it had fairly high-quality video and audio. I'm sure everything is fine... I'm *certain* that everything is fine!\n\n\"But I have to know for sure!\" I asserted, trying to psyche myself up. Without any hesitation, I started setting up the camera before I could persuade myself against that decision. Even if it didn't show anything strange, I'd then know, and that alone would ease my worries.\n\nI finished setting everything up not a moment too soon. As I set the camera to record, I heard a series of knocks on my door.\n___\nWhen I woke up, I was cosily wrapped up in bed. A little sunlight shone through the window into my bedroom. This wasn't too unusual, however, the lack of clothing on my body had caught me off-guard. I always wore pajamas to bed, or at least something to cover myself. But, I didn't feel uncomfortable with the nudity, in fact, it felt rather pleasant.\n\nI eventually pulled myself out of bed and then remembered the camera. That moment of recollection was enough to wake me up, and I immediately went to check the camera out. I had to take the card from the camera and put it into my computer before I could see what was on it, but that didn't take too long - it would've been quicker if I wasn't hastily fumbling with it.\n\nOnce it was ready, a bit of trepidation set in. What if something bad did happen? Would I be comfortable with what I saw? So many questions. So many worries. I spent a while with my mouse cursor just hovering over the play button, wondering if I even wanted to see what had happened.\n\nAfter breakfast, a shower, and some very dearly needed calming down, I returned to the computer. Taking a deep breath, I clicked play.\n___\nThe series of knocks rang out, and as they did, my body had gone rigid; stood straight and unmoving. After a few moments passed, I heard the click of a lock, followed by the door opening. I never gave any of my friends a key, I know that for sure.\n\nStepping through the door, my two best friends; Rebecca and Julie. Rebecca had a small suitcase following behind her, and a smile on her face as she looked at me.\n\n\"Ah, there you are! My beautiful little pet.\" As she spoke, she ran her hand along the side of my cheek. With a grin, she pointed to the bed and said, \"Sit there.\"\n\nAnd I did. I didn't speak, I just moved to where she had pointed and sat down. My face wore an entirely neutral, almost distant, expression.\n\nJulie looked at Rebecca and quietly asked, \"I know your answer, but, are you really sure you want me to keep this up? She's still our friend and-\"\n\n\"Shut it!\" The shout of Rebecca was loud, and as she turned towards the other girl, I swear that she looked at the camera, \"We had a deal; I help you get together with that guy you liked, and in return, you'd help me turn Emelie into my plaything.\"\n\n\"I know, but-\"\n\n\"But what? You want to break our deal?\" Rebecca took a step towards Julie; I could understand Julie being intimidated, Rebecca easily towered over Julie's petite frame, and the naturally athletic figure of the bigger girl was not to be underestimated.\n\n\"N-no... I-I don't...\"\n\nRebecca gruffly folded her arms, \"Then get on with it.\"\n\nJulie meekly relented and approached me. Her eyes met mine, and from the angle of the camera, I could see that she pulled some things from her pocket; a necklace with a crystal-like object on the end, her phone, and some earphones. She took some time to open, what appeared to be, a music player with a spiralling image on it. She then connected the earphones and gently placed them into my ears. She took the necklace and started to gently swaying it like a pendulum.\n\nShe was speaking incredibly softly; loud enough to know that she was speaking, but quiet enough to not be properly distinguishable. After a minute, I could visibly see that my eyes were heavily focused on the little gem on the necklace. Julie then turned and asked Rebecca, \"Okay, what would you like me to implant in her mind?\"\n\nRebecca grinned, almost menacingly; enough that Julie even seemed a little put off by it, \"Make her feel much more comfortable when she's naked, and uncomfortable when wearing clothes.\"\n\nThe smaller woman nodded her head with a quiet sigh, \"Alright.\" She turned back to me, and started speaking in that consistently soft voice.\n\nNot long in, she moved back and in a slightly louder voice, she said, \"Stand up, and remove your clothes.\"\n\nI did as was instructed, standing up and immediately disrobing without and reaction. I could then make out that Julie said, \"It feels so much better when you're naked. So much better, that you'll feel perfectly comfortable being naked in any situation.\" Unfortunately, she returned to that milder tone of voice and she had me sit down once more.\n\nIt must've been nearly 10 minutes of watching this happen before Julie stretched her arms out and said, \"That should be good enough. She can still wear clothes, but it'll feel unnatural and uncomfortable for her.\"\n\n\"Sure, good enough.\" She then takes the suitcase she had brought and moves it into the corner by my bed, \"It's a good thing I brought all the fun stuff here today. I'll just leave this in the corner,\" She looks at me and cheerily says, \"Don't touch it, okay? Hell, don't even look at it!\"\n\nNaturally, in reality, I turned my head and saw the suitcase sitting in the corner of the room. It wasn't hidden, it was practically in the open. How did I not even see it.\n\nI turned back to the screen and saw Julie putting my clothes away in the wardrobe, followed by her instruction, \"Now, lie in bed and fall asleep. When you wake up, you'll remember nothing of our visit.\"\n\nRebecca smiled and nudged Julie, grabbing her attention, as she pointed at the camera and said, \"We'll have to make her completely mine tomorrow. I'll get to put the stuff in that suitcase to use tomorrow.\"\n\nJulie's eyes widened and she nervously replied, \"W-well, w-why don't we just remove the camera? Then, she won't know.\"\n\nAs Rebecca almost forcibly pulled Julie out of the room, I heard her say, \"Nah, I want her to know what's going to happen to her.\"\n___\nI pulled away from the screen, panic setting in. There was no way this was real. This was insane! No way were they trying to do something so crazy to me.\n\nThen, I heard a familiar set of knocks on my door. And everything went blank.\n\n[Hey there! This is my first written story here. 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Write a story using this writing prompt: She wore her spell ward like a second skin, which is to say, she wore nothing at all.
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"content": "“Stupid sexy Flaarbean...” I muttered under my breath. Prancing around all day without anything. Just because Captain Flaar was a spell sword didn’t mean she could choose not to wear clothes. I seriously couldn’t get that image out of my head. Her tight bubble butt. Those ample breasts, always swinging around as she walked, and all those tattoos, crossing around her like serpents, augmenting her magical wards. Did she even need to be naked for that to work? And did she need to be naked when she patrolled busy marketplaces like this one? \n\n“Stupid, shameless, sexy Flaarbean.” I muttered again.\n\n“I take offense at that statement!” Captain Flaar said from behind me. I snapped around, and was greeted with a face full of those great tits, a coil of tattoos wrapping around each one in barely visible octarine. Every time this happened, I was reminded of how tall she was. Everyone in the guard company had received a solid mountain of Flaar filling up their vision. With my back was to the wall, so I couldn’t step away, and I couldn’t step aside until she let me.\n\n“I am not stupid, and I am your commanding officer. If you would rectify that statement, how would you say it?”\n\n“Uhhh...”. \n\nShe leaned in, and I was trying my best not to let my nose make any inappropriate contact. I didn’t have to worry, because her spell barrier started to press against me, an invisible bubble of force pressing against my face. It just happened to be a bubble of force in the exact same curvature of her breasts. \n\n“Since you can’t seem to find your jaw on the ground, I’ll just have to tell you. You can describe me as ‘Shameless, sexy, *Sir* Flaarbean.’” She leaned in further, and I swore the thickness of that invisible barrier was mere millimeters.\n\n“Yes Captain Flaar.” I stared, trying not to get squished anymore. From this distance, I could barely look over the top of her teats and my lips could feel the heat radiating off of her.\n\n“Then say it, soldier!”\n\n“Shameless sexy Sir Flaarbean!” \n\nShe had deactivated her barrier and pressed right into me, cushioning my head with those grand breasts of hers. I tried not to breathe, I tried not to exhale, and with all of my willpower, I tried not to motorboat her.\n\n“And don’t you forget it!” Flaar proudly commanded, before stepping away to do her rounds in the busy marketplace and let everyone else see her, leaving my blushing face alone to contemplate the strange world I lived in."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The new hit app on the marketplace will pay you to do dares. There is a public bounty board with the dares and how much it pays out, but there is also a private board. Exclusive to top earners and spenders, the payouts here higher but the tasks are much more....
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"content": "**DoubleDog**\n\nShe smirked as her phone lit up. \"$50 has been transferred into your DoubleDog account!\" She wipes the whipped cream off her face and realizes why it was worth $50 to someone... Oh well. Another dare, another dollar. \n\nWhen her phone lights up again she's expecting the same old stunts from the board: Go streaking, eat a cockroach, spin around 50 times... so boring. \"You've been promoted to TOP EARNER status! You've earned enough to access our exclusive TOP EARNER board! Good luck, and have fun!\" \n\n*Well this is cool,* she thought to herself. *I wonder what kind of dares they have here...* \n\nShe was not prepared, to say the least. The dares varied from masturbating on camera, meeting up, to pissing on people. The lowest dare offered $200. That's double what she made when she was dared to flash the gorilla at the zoo. \n\nShe browsed through the dares... *Too weird... Too fetish... Dafuq is that? Ew no...* She stumbles across a simple dare: \"Masturbate on cam while I jack off - $300.\" Simple enough. She sends a PM and quickly receives one. She logs onto Skype and connects before her phone lights up again. He paid the full $300, and she's ready to give this dare a try. Anything once, she tells herself. \n\nThe video connects and she sees herself in the laptop, her makeup drawing your attention to her blue eyes and the way her wavy blonde hair frames her face and falls to her shoulders. He doesn't connect. \n\n\"Is your video not working?\" She writes. \n\n\"I'm not going to show you.\" He says shortly. \n\n\"Aww ok. I just thought you might like to show me your body is all.\" *Oh well. Now I can imagine a total babe, I guess.* \n\n\"Just shut up and take off your top.\"\n\n\"Uh sure, baby.\" She slowly slides the straps of her tank top down her shoulders one at a time before pulling it down. Her breasts plop out and stay perky as the bounce a little. \"You like that?\" \n\n\"Oh yeah... Now take off your pants and start touching yourself.\" *You don't have to ask me twice.* She had never done this before, but she knew it the reason her panties were totally drenched. She peeled off her yoga pants and licked her fingers before circling her clit with her middle finger. \"Mmmm yeah. Fuck... Now stick that bottle in your cunt.\"\n\n\"Wait- what?\"\n\n\"I want you to take that Coke bottle on your nightstand and shove it up your cunt. I paid $300.\" \n\n\"I... I just don't know if-\"\n\n\"Fine. I want a refund.\"\n\nFuck it. \"No no- I can do it. Just hold on...\" She rips the label off the bottle and does her best to try and get the residue off, and positions herself nicely in front of the camera before sucking on it a bit and sliding it into her pussy. She tried her best, but could only get 3/4 in before she started to feel too full. \"I think that's as far as it goes...\"\n\n\"That's ok. Now put the sharpie in your ass.\"\n\n\"But-\"\n\n\"$300.\" His voice was cold. She didn't even speak... She had a bad feeling and wanted this to be over with. She just grabbed the sharpie and barely licked it at all before sticking it in up to the cap, her moans barely escaping. \"Yeah, I knew you'd love it you bitch. You're doing this for me every week now. Every single Friday you're going to log onto Skype and be my little whore for $100, and do whatever the fuck I want.\" \n\n\"$100? But this session was-\"\n\n\"And do you think you fucking deserve it? HA. I'll see you next week.\" He signed off leaving her with her holes filled, and wanting."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "This dungeon seems weird." "Oh no! This is a sex dungeon"
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"content": "\"Well, that explains the trap that put the Elf in chains.\" Was all I could think to say as the sexy Ranger struggled in his bondage.\n\n\"So...how do I get the Rogue trapped?\" asked the Wizard.\n\nI admit that I was shocked. Our Wizard always seemed uninterested in women, and disdainful of the busty Half-Orc Rogue in particular. I guess he was just protesting too much?\n\nStill, what kind of Cleric of the Love Goddess would I be if I didn't help the two of them get together?\n\n\"Alright, Haldremere. I'll help you, but it cannot be a pump and dump! Do you think that you could truly Love Garthia?\"\n\nHaldremere replied \"I want to Father her children. You know...Marriage. Children. Lots of breeding sex?\"\n\nI nodded. \"Very well. I'll distract her, and you trigger the binding trap in the hallway.\"\n\nHaldremere's grateful expression sold me that he was serious.\n\nA few minutes later, Garthia is naked, restrained and magically so horny, she was begging for Hadremere's babies!\n\nHaldremere pumped his 'mage staff' in and put of Gathia's wet pussy, as his hands gripped her enormous tits with masculine need.\n\nGathia cried out with orgasmic bliss as her man fulfill her feminine desires. Gathia has H-Cup tits and a sexy bubble butt. The fact that she has green skin and delicate tusks \n\nHaldremere has surprisingly large clock, and Gathia is very appreciative!\n\nSoon, the Human Wizard and the Half-Orc Rogue are deep into babymaking as Garcia screams Haldremere's name.\n\nMy duties attended to, I turn my feminine attention to Eladion, the Elven Ranger...\n\n\"Now it's my turn to make offspring!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] A character who's in the middle of a nymphomaniacal episode, but doesn't know it or see it that way.
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"content": "Sasha was startled when the school bell rang, and she squeezed Aaron's hand tightly until he pulled it away. \"Sorry,\" she said, rubbing the wool sleeve of her husband's peacoat. \"I didn't know they kept them on during parent-teacher conferences.\" \n\n\"That's okay,\" Aaron replied. \"It's a new town, new school. New bells too.\" They walked down the hall, following the other equally clueless parents going to their appointments. Their son, Jacob, could have shown them the way, but he was at home, like all the other school children. He scanned the room numbers until he found his son's first grade classroom and peered inside. Every square inch of the walls were covered in learning: posters, math problems, and hand-cut shapes decorated the otherwise tidy room. The young teacher sat at her desk near the window and locked eyes with Aaron. He shrugged off his coat as he entered the room and folded it over his forearm. \n\n\"It's so hot,\" he said as he licked his lips. He could feel the teacher's gaze run over his body, from his salt and pepper hair, over his broad chest, to his muscled legs. He was happy to see that the results of his daily workouts were getting some attention. \n\n\"Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, hi, I'm Abby,\" she said, offering them tiny seats at a low table. She wore a red pendant that hung over her blouse and black cardigan, drawing Aaron's eyes to her chest. He thought that pendant was shaped like a heart with horns.\n\n\"Hi, Abby, I'm Aaron, and this is my wife Sasha,\" he said, extending his hand. \"It's a pleasure.\" \n\nAs they sat down, she set down her phone and a pile of papers, then slid a manila folder to them. \"Let me just say that Jacob is doing *so* well.\" Abby walked through their son's progress in her class, but Aaron couldn't take his eyes off of her, mentally undressing her. He pulled the hair pin that held up her long black hair, then run his finger down her blouse until the buttons unsnapped and revealed a black lace bra. He unclasped the hook in front and her breasts bounced free, waiting for his firm grip. The fetlife necklace hung between her glorious tits as he sucked on her hard nipples and she would run her fingers through his hair, begging for more.\n\n\"Jacob is doing well with his vocabulary,\" Abby continued, running her finger down the list of words with checkmarks. Aaron didn't see a ring on her painted fingers, and wondered how it would feel to have her slender digits wrapped around his cock. He dropped his coat over his lap to hide the bulge in his pants, his cock straining against his underwear.\n\n\"How is he socializing?\" Sasha asked. \"It's been hard, *real hard*, with us moving so often.\" \n\n\"Your son is so polite, Mrs. Peterson. He always helps out with the daily chores if he has time after completing his. He's just a gentleman.\"\n\nSasha looked at Aaron side-ways. \"I wonder where he gets it.\" Aaron let out a nervous laugh and wiggled in the tiny chair. His phone began to vibrate and he pulled it from his pocket, accidentally dropping it on Abby's phone on the table. \"Would you excuse me?\" he asked as he rose to his feet. \n\nHe walked to the bathroom and locked the door. Aaron checked his phone and smiled. The NFC app successfully grabbed her mobile number. He unbuckled his pants and hung it on a sink, then pumped a dollop of liquid soap on his fingers. He looked in the mirror as he stroked his cock, admiring his strong jaw and rugged charm. *She's gonna cream herself when she sees me*, he thought, stroking faster. He aimed his phone at his throbbing cock and snapped a picture, then another at a different angle. He shot between his legs, his balls focused in the foreground while his huge shaft blurred in the distance. Aaron imagined Abby sitting at her desk with her legs spread wide, fingering her bare pussy to his pictures as he shot his load into the urinal next to him. The coarse paper towel was rough but it cleaned him thoroughly before he dressed again. He looked at his phone gallery, with dozens of hundreds of masterful dick pics. *Which ones to send? They're all so good*, he thought.\n\nAaron returned to the classroom as Sasha was at the doorway. \"Sorry about that,\" he said. \"Work call.\"\n\n\"I was just telling your wife how happy I am to have Jacob in my class, Mr. Peterson. He's on track to have a great school year. Do you have any questions for me?\"\n\n\"Call me Aaron,\" he replied. \"I can't think of anything, but would it alright if I contact you later if anything comes up?\" \n\n\"That would be fine, just call the office and page me.\"\n\nAaron took two steps away before he turned around, letting Sasha walk ahead. \"Oh, I do have a question, but not related to school. Where can I get a pendant like that? I think it's so...unique.\"\n\nAbby clutched the charm and stared at him with a crooked smile. \"You know, I forget, my boyfriend got it for me. I'll ask him later and let you know.\"\n\nAaron walked out of the school, sending his pictures as he approached Sasha in their car. \"She seems nice,\" he said, closing the car door.\n\n\"You fucking psycho!\" she screamed. \"You're going to get us kicked out of *this town* too!\" \n\n***\nUnreliable everything. Comments and feedback are welcome.\n\n*edited some spelling errors*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sex in a free use society is more frequent and casual, resulting in jams and accidents at peak hours. Luckily this community is served by the local TV news' pinpoint traffic reporting team.
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"content": "\"An accident on I-10 has closed two lanes, causing backup, leading to congestion at both the 146 and 122 onramps, if you are heading home south from the city after work this evening, better start early or take I-17 and move to I-10 at the interchange. This has been a PRV news traffic report, brought to you by Lorna Scott\". \n\n\"Thank you Lorna.\" The screen transitioned to a side by side view, revealing the overly cheerful, plainly attractive, news anchor at her desk shown in juxtaposition to the bumper to bumper traffic and traffic congestion maps shown behind Lorna. \n\n\"My pleasure!\" And like that, she was gone. \n\n\"It's not just the roads that are packed this Friday evening. Warmer weather has brought people outside and together. Here with your weekend hourly Hedon Report is Jessica Muley.\" A young woman shows up on the screen as the camera cuts to show Jessica standing amidst the crowds at the Central City Park. \"What's it like out there Jessica?\"\n\nJessica's eyes are looking intently into the camera, her blonde locks gently framing her face and the PRV News microphone held just in front of her lips, which are held in a slight smile, waiting for her queue. \n\n\"Jessica? What's it like out there?\"\n\nThis time, she receives the audio queue. \"Sorry, we must have lost you there for a second.\" She sweeps her hair back over her shoulder. \"As you know, spring has sprung, and so have the sex drives.\" A smirk crosses her face, like she had been waiting to say that line for ages. \"We are here at Central City Park and 'love' is in the air. Warmer weather is pulling off clothes and increasing the number of requested pairings all around the city, but the effect is especially strong here at the park. \n\nJessica steps out of the view of the camera, drawing her arm wide as if to invite the viewer to take in the sights. The camera pans over the lewd state of the park. In the foreground, a young man is taking an older woman from behind as she is bent over a park bench, her purse still around her shoulder, swaying with each thrust. Just across the path, a man, who must have previously been out for a run, is laying on his back in the grass. His face is buried between the legs of a young woman who is sitting on top of him, her mouth open in ecstasy. In the background, a woman is riding a man on a parkbench, another man standing in front of her and jacking off to her jiggling form. \n\n\"As you can see, it will be tough to make it through the park without having to serve somebody, so if you are heading home by subway tonight, we suggest not crossing through the park to Central Station. Take Broad Street or Van Winkle to the west entrance.\"\n\n\"Jessica, how is public transportation? I know Fridays can be a bit of a mess.\"\n\n\"I'm glad you asked! Let's cut to our sub-cams to see what is going on!\"\n\nAn overhead view of a subway car replaces the image of Jessica. The car is packed. Near the doors to the car, a woman is bent at the waist giving a man a blowjob. He is leaned back against the wall, his dick hidden to the camera. Another man is fumbling with her skirt, trying to hike it up over her hips and ass when the car comes to a stop, and the doors open. Commuters push past the forming threesome, rubbing up against her partially bare ass as they exit the car. With the reduced cramming, it is clear that a few of the other commuters are locked in equally engaging pairings. A woman in a hiked up pencil skirt is being fingered vigourously in the standing area of the car, and another woman is idly rubbing herself while watching. A new wave of people enters the car, appearing equally annoyed at the threesome in the doorway. \n\n\"Honestly, it doesn't look that bad out on public transit, but remember folks,\" a red circle appears on the video around the threesome in the doorway, \"always be sure to move to the Center or back of the car while fucking. Clear the way for people to get on and off the train.\" The camera cuts back to Jessica at the park.\n\n\"I am here with Brittany who has been at the park all day, looking to enjoy some of this beautiful weather we are having. Brittany, was has been your experience today?\"\n\n\"I got here early this afternoon, looking to relax with our break from classes and soak up some rays, but honestly I have been pretty busy since I got here. I think it was less than 20 minutes before I got my first request. After finishing him up, I went to take a nap under a tree, but I was woken up to a guy pulling down my pants for some quick anal. Honestly, it might be best to wait it out and come here in a few days after the initial craze has died down.\"\n\n\"You heard her, folks, its a veritable orgy out here, so make sure to second guess whether you need to take the trip into the city tonight. Conversely, it's also college break, so if you are looking for someone on the younger side, tonight might be the perfect night to get out on the town. This has been your hourly Hedon Report; I'm Jessica Muley and you are watching PRV news.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “I’m not gay, I just have a naked woman fetish”
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"content": ">Author's Note: Reverse cheating.\n\n##Confessions of a Degenerate Lady\n\nI am Melissa Raél Armeniaz. I am thirty-two, married happily for about ten years... and pay girls around the clock to be naked inside our home.\n\nYeah.\n\nNow, now, do not get me wrong. I'm not gay, I don't do the tribbing or that scissoring, or whatever you do between ladies mushing their lady bits. Yes, contractually, they'd be obligated to oblige, else we wouldn't have them be naked here anyways, and yes, it costs a fuckload of money, but I don't swing that way.\n\nNow, our relationship is somewhat open. Suggestion was mine after I saw my dear hubby look lovingly lost at the back of a college student's head, and I just suggested for him to go for it. But despite that, these ladies we employ, they aren't touched like that. My husband, as apparent as can be, hasn't done it with a single one of them, and as I said, I don't do the carpet munching or the \"Katy-Perry-Special\". I just get incredibly turned on by the prospects of naked women, strutting around.\n\nI guess it is a mindset. To see all these woman, profoundly nude, and beautifully enthralling, and to see him go past them all, strutting up to me, and saying all those things that make me feel young, wanted... Oh, I just hear it in the back of my mind when I am at work, his compliments and dirty talk. \"*There's something about pinning you down and stripping you nude that just drives me wild,*\" it echoes through my mind, as I am reminded that these other women, nude, paid for... willing to fuck, may as well not exist for him. \"*Get naked for me, like the good girl you are,*\" he says, validating my own nudity as the only nude body he wants to see. He wants me, and only me, sexually.\n\nYes, we have an open relationship, and he is willing to flirt, date, and theoretically bed anyone he wants to, as long as he tells me. But he never, ever, went further than a romantic kiss. And it isn't as if I was with him only for his sexual relief. He gets me flowers. Stuffs them in my mouth. Warns me: \"Spit them out or drop them, and I'll spank you.\" And as I do, breathing in the floral scent, he starts trailing kisses down my neck, undressing me to make way for his lips and tongue to meet my skin. My hands tremble, and with the stuffed mouth, my breath quickens as to get skin. Tense and excited, I just see the women we have. They are nude, gazing. One of them blushes, and at least two seem to be excited as well. Every single one of them is younger than me, their hair softer, longer, more luscious. They wear lipstick, makeup, mascara, and they don't have a day's worth of sweaty clothes adorning their bodies. But it is I that gets a kiss on the wrists, that has his tongue trailing over my ribs, eliciting a stifled giggle as I try not to laugh, try not to lose the contents in my mouth. He trails downwards, towards my thighs, circling the womanhood he so often penetrated so roughly, viciously, lovingly. I haven't trimmed or shaved it in a while, and it shows. No pattern, no order, some hairs stick out of the past pattern - a heart shape - and all in all, it isn't perfect.\n\nMy legs buckle, I feel tingly all over and brace myself on his shoulders. My teeth dig into the green stems of the floral gag, and my taste buds recoil at the secreted fluids. I don't spit out though, he asked me not to. His mouth, by now circling closer and closer to my most excited of places, inches nearer, his tongue is almost touching it.\n\nHe halts. Inhales with near silence, and blows air against me, excruciatingly. I've half a mind to give in to base instincts, grind my face against him, mount him... I don't. I turn my gaze to the other women. By now, one of them has left, and the others look, gaze, leer, hoping that I mess up, that in some miraculous fantastical happenstance, he recoils physically from me and does the same . or worse, if need be - to them.\n\nThe cool air blowing against my exposed labia, it makes my teeth curl, my fingers dig into his shirt. \"*Please,*\" I think, hoping he can hear. \"*Please, I am so close!*\"\n\nHe pulls away, and as I worry with just a smidgen of my heart, he unbuttons his pants, drops his underwear, and reveals his own arousal. He is hard, his dick pressing against his belly. He pulls out a condom, and slowly, deliberately awkward, puts it on. At this point, he could have done without, even thoujgh I am not on the pill. I wanted him, and wasn't wanting to wait further.\n\nHe gestures me to lay on the ground, his pushing hands gently leading me to the linoleum floor. We have a couch here, a table, and a bed upstairs, but I don't object. He lays atop of me, the faint hint of muscle on him pressing against my body, his packaged cock, ready for shipping to my babymaker, pressing against my belly. He raises a hand to my face, moves a strand of hair away, and pulls out a flower. And then, he pulls another. Slowly. deliberately. He makes me see each and every one of them as I shiver, fearing I might just lose myself in the excitement, lose my discipline, make him fill me now, not a moment later. He notices. \"You are so beautiful when you have to wait. When I can just see how much you fucking need me,\" he encourages me.\n\nFinally, he pulls the last flower out, a rose. A healthy amount of saliva clings to the dethorned stem, as it unceremoniously is dropped to the ground. \"Now, Melissa... Are you read-\"\n\nI interrupt him, my patience at it's limits as I kiss him, for the first time in what feels like forever. My hands pull his face in, he can't escape, can't get away. My tongue, swirls around, the floral scent soon washed away by the taste of his mouthwash as his own is assaulted, danced around, toyed with. I seperate and let him breathe. \n\n\"Shut up and fuck my brains out, you torturing prick!\" I say to him, and without much hesitation, he does so. His rubber-coated cock, lubed by the condom's lubrication, aims at my parting pussylips, and as he pushes in, I feel myself part for him, envelop him, cling to him. My mind get's the stimulus it beckoned for, and, yes, I was already a tense, overstimulated, climaxing mess that was too lacking in self-control to keep going for more than a slow, simple thrust.\n\nI cling to him, my gripping fingers making him wince slightly in pain. I tell him. \"Pleasepleaseplease... a moment!\" And he obliges. He doesn't lose his hardon, he doesn't complain, or say that he can't. He just let's me recover physically as he plants little, childish pecks on my face.\n\nI am in the wash of the afterglow, as I see Charlotte. Although she is trying to hide it, she is clearly pleasing herself along with it. She was by far the most pretty of the people we hired. She was by far the most arousing one in sight. She was, clearly, admitting defeat, knowing that even if I were to cuss at my husband, berate him, abuse him, she would **never** get him in my stead.\n\nI nod to him. \"Let's show them what they can't give you.\"\n\nAnd he starts thrusting again. It's sore, sensitive, I gasp in pain a bit as the pleasure of it takes a moment to kick in. He grunts, as I feel his rocking me on the floor. My left hand sticks to his firm butt, pushing him on, reveling in the sensation of his muscles in action just for pleasure, as my right hand runs across his back. All the while, I pant into his face, and with a goofy, pleased smile, he returns the gasps for air. I feel myself shaken, a sordid mess of hair, sweat and squeals, as I word my pleasure - \"Yes! Don't stop! Harder! I'm so fucking horny right now! You won't get to walk again, baby. I'll make you cream me until you become stupid!\" - in nonesense drivel like this, and he does much of the same.\n\n\"Yeah, you love it, hmm?\", He says, as he hardens even more within me. \"You want me to make you spill into a puddle of cum, don't you?! Hah... Don't you dare come again until I say so!\" He hastens his pace, and as I am acutely aware of my tingling nerves, of the sensation crawling over my skin and spine, I utter in response. \"I'm close, baby!\"\n\nHe halts, and I become anxious to push back, though with the leverage he has, I am not given much room. \"You want to cum... Beg - me -for - it. Ask for your treat like the good little girl you are.\"\n\nMy breath goes harder still. I know if I don't convince him, he won't thrust again, and if I cum right now, I'll feel ruined in a way, unfulfilled. \"Please, hubby! I want to cum so fucking bad. I need it, and I want you to finish inside me so god damn hard.\"\n\nHe lingers. Looks at me. \"Well, honey, Charlotte is probably much the same. She's close. She's willing. And she'd love to make me cum inside her.\"\n\nI stifle a laugh. \"She isn't married to you. She won't give you what I am giving. So stop joking and make me fucking cum.\"\n\n\"...Fair enough,\" He replies, and finally, pushes in again, rough, fierce, hard enough to make my skin drag along the linoleum floor. Oh, the ferocity of him, as he ravishes me in those final thrusts, grips at me, pins me at the ground and I tear up at the stimulation of my blessed climax.\n\nMy sight fails me, and I hear my hubby talk as he holds me, though my ears don't pick up what he is saying. I feel dazed, tired, and close my eyes.\n\nI wake up, later, in bed. He lies next to me, holding me in his sleep like a pillow. And Charlotte, who is in the room, stands at the wall, nude, frustrated.\n\nI am not gay. I don't do chicks, and love myself some dicks. But I have to admit, seeing her so frustratedly nude, knowing she won't touch my husband ever... It turns me on."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The elves of the forest are cursed to only bear female children. Now, they have set an interesting price for those who wish to travel through their lands.
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"content": "\"I have to what?\"\nArdon was astonished at the request.\n\n\"I know it is a great burden upon you, but-\"\n\n\"I'll do it\"\nArdon glanced around at the frowning Elvish faces.\n\"Unless, of course, it is not as simple as simply finishing inside her?\"\n\nThe elf queen glanced to the woman in question, a radiant, tall elf with long black hair and blue eyes.\n\n\"Asulaya, are you ready to complete the ritual?\" Asulaya nodded, and in one full motion, removed her robe. Ardon had assumed that the many interlocking plates on elvish armor would take a while to disrobe, but the nude elf walking toward him disregarded that theory entirely. In that moment, it was as if he wasn't in full view of the high elven royalty, all that mattered was Asulaya. \n\n\"Human, it would be easier if you disrobed first\" Ardon's face grew bright red. Of course it would! He was making a fool of himself! He fumbled with his armor, trembling fingers betraying his eagerness. He had just finished taking all too long with his breastplate when a soft pale hand reached under it and his tunic, brushing against his chest as Asulaya lifted it over his head. Between her touch and his embarrassment he found himself freezing as she moved to his trousers, lowering them to the ground. As they did, his cock sprang to attention, and in one fluid motion, Asulaya engulfed it with her mouth, removing the final parts of his clothing in the process.\n\nHer mouth felt incredible, such a warm softness. Her tongue felt much too long, wrapping around his penis with such a grip he was sure it had to be her hand. With a soft sucking sound, she brought her head up, and pulled Ardon down on top of her, muttering something about getting better insemination from that position. He glanced down at her entrance, positioned himself just so, and began to slowly push in. Asulaya moaned, flexing herself in rhythm. And such like that, they sped up. Evidently elves were much more sensitive in this regard than humans, as she seemed to have an orgasm every minute or so, contracting the walls of her vagina even tighter than they had been the previous time. It only took several minutes for Ardon to feel a surge coursing through him. \n\n\"I think Im gonna..\" Asulaya grabbed his ass and forced him downward, and as he came he felt her walls undulate, milking him for all he had, until he could cum no more."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM][TT] Futuristic Self Bondage Experiences
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"content": "Interstellar ships are flown almost entirely by AI. A single human pilot is required in case of emergencies, but all by themselves with nothing to do, some turn to kinky ways to pass the time.\n\n\nOptional ideas:\n\n\n>!The pilot tells the ship's AI when to tie them up and when to release them. Leaving themselves helpless to an advanced artificial intelligence may not have been the smartest idea in hindsight, but it'll still be fun.!<\n\n\n>!There's nothing quite like staring out into the infinite dark majesty of space as you struggle against your restraints and let out muffled moans of pleasure as you're edged again.!<\n\n\n>!All alone with the ship's AI to take care of you, you can stay stuck in bondage for quite a while.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You keep getting mailed all sorts of sexual toys and devices that you didn't order. There's no return address, and trying to sell them could be quite embarrassing, but you're also a little hesitant to let them simply go to waste.
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"content": "Bonnie held the new item in her finger tips wondering how she came to accept this as normal. The first gift was a swim suit; a one piece that fit well to her proportions. An internet search turned up an interesting fact that it was vintage 1985 (older than she was). It was a low plunging, high cut, thong that seemed to just cover her naughty bits. The suit inspired her go to tanning salon with it and she still had the tan lines to prove it months later.\n\nThe second one was a matching panty and bra set in a package didn't have a return address either. There were seven in all over the next seven weeks, from black to white and five others of antique white, peachy pinky, an orangy pink, navy blue and a scarlet red. Then came the crotchless sets of panties. They were clearly meant fit her because they fit so darn well. To find A Bra that fit comfortably was amazing enough but to have so many was incredible. Naturally those were the go to daily wear and her old stock of undies made their way into the bin.\n\nBonnie was puzzled when the next parcel wasn't clothing. The disappointment she felt reflected in her inaction as she dropped them on the kitchen table. There were four pieces that she pondered at them over several meals. Two were curved five pointed stars with holes in the center and the other bits were small stretchy small o-rings. A Day later getting out of the shower, she was focused on her nipples' reflection in the mirror. They seemed, when erect, to be perfectly sized for the stars. A quick walk to the table confirmed that they did fit through the center holes holes and the thick o-rings were just right, just snug enough, when rolled over her nipples to hold the metal stars in place over her areola. How could she not wear them now that she knew what they were.\n\nThe next several packages were more nipple jewelry. The last one was for pierced nipples as the intricately engraved circles were sent with curved barbells where the ball on one end screwed off, instead of the rubber rings she was used to. She was wet before she realized it just by thinking about getting pierced. Sure there was some excitement with each new 'gift', but this had moved her erotic needle off the scale.\n\nThere were a few places that would piece her but they all required appointments. The next day while on a break she called the most reasonable and best recommended salon to make The Appointment. The idea was real and her body responded exponentially with a massive ache to cum. Her only imperative was to find any quick relief she could. The women's restroom was almost always occupied, but as there weren't very many men where she worked so that left the men's restroom nearly empty. She knew where the guys were at the moment, so in she went. \n\nShe was wearing a crotchless panty and skirt. In the tub, bed, or very seldomly the couch, she was always laying down to masturbate. The memory of her first several times touching herself reinforced why this felt so odd yet empowering. She stood before the mirror, bent over the counter with her ass out, and her fingers rubbing herself from behind. The climax happened quick and intense, more powerful than she could ever remember experiencing. She washed her hands, straightened her hair and went back to work like nothing was wrong. Sally's comment, 'are you feeling ok, you look flushed' haunted her the rest of the day. \n\nWeeks she had been wearing 'The Jewelry' with only thoughts of herself, now she began to wonder who else had noticed how her nipples always stayed erect. Sally was known to be a lesbian and would \"take\" the new girls out to dinner at her apartment. Sally was always modestly dressed for lesbian in her work attire. That past afternoon was one of only a handful of times she'd said anything to her. It was an elementary leap to think she was the one sending the packages. It didn't matter if she wasn't, not that night, anyway, as Bonnie imagined being being fingered by her as she pleasured herself to another spectacular orgasm.\n\nShe waited until her nipples were healed to rally flirt with Sally. There wasn't another choice but a matching set of undies for their date. The only question was which set. She was congratulated on the white set after their dinner. The meal was prepared and served at Sally's. Dancing after dinner was unexpected, but not the roving hands that undressed her. The bed was huge and covered in slick satin sheets. Bonnie wasn't a virgin, but that was years ago in highschool by a fumbling adolescent. Sally's tongue was every bit the opposite of him. He tongue was expert at finding her best spot, with just the right pressure, heat and rhythm to bring her to orgasm easily.\n\nThe trail of kisses up her body cooled as she regained her composure. The kiss on her lips was followed with something pushing against her neither opening. Her gasp was coo'd quiet until the dildo entered her. Her exploring hands couldn't find a strap or other means of how she managed the phallus until she dared to touch, roaming her fingers across and down the other's buttocks, past her sphincter to where the dildo entered her vulva. They came together in a collapsed heap while gasping each other's air. \"Holy Fuck Me Running Damn,\" a whispering moan erupted from Sally.\n\nBonnie kept running her finger tips lightly on Sally's body, stopping occasionally on her breasts or bald slit. Bonnie was trimmed, groomed, because of the first gift, the swimsuit, but had never dared to shave it all off. \"Would you...\", but she trailed off unable to ask.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"...um, shave me?\"\n\n\"Nope,\" was the staccato reply. She was pulled off the bed and was led to the bathroom. A silent pressure nudge requested her to hop up on the counter. Sally stepped between her knees to plant a deep kiss on her. She must be a magician thought Bonnie as a half sized hair clipper started buzzing in the other woman's hand. Zip, zip, and she was sporting a crew cut down there. More kissing disguised her setting up the wax until the lighter clicked to life briefly. The kissing moved lower with Bonnie leaning against the mirror add she was licked, and fingered to another orgasm. The wax was ready, had been ready, after she was totally relaxed.\n\nWearing the shields was just standard, and the other stuff, makeup, hair, perfume, was rote. She'd shaved her legs, but stopped mid thigh not rally believing she'd be so very naked with her. The stubble was shorter than the buzzed but still enough for the wax to do the job, painful sure, but exhilarating all the same. The next time she was licked was another world away from the first.\n\nHer legs felt wobbly moving back to the bed where she fell face first on her belly across the big bed. Sally's privates made a wet sucking sound as the dildo was inserted into herself. Tyre sounds of sex in a quiet room are different from masturbating. Her own sounds fueled her desire to fuck back and was shocked to be flipped over to be piledroved into. It was violent slapping of flesh against flesh. Her knees were against her shoulders forcing her hips vertically to meet the dildo's plunging assaults. She couldn't look away from the sight between her own legs as it disappeared into her over and over. Feeling it is one thing but to see herself getting fucked was fascinating."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] The supernatural exists...and it's pretty kinky.
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"content": "Creatures of the night and ladies of the night have a surprising kinship. One particular brothel is very well protected in exchange for offering shelter to those who need it, and occasionally, clients looking for something exotic get exactly what they're after.\n\n\n(Creatures of the night can be vampires or any other supernatural creatures)\n\n\n--------\n\n\nAlternatively:\n\n\nA long forgotten goddess now works retail to make ends meet. Her new co-worker, who majored in Ancient Mythology, recognizes her, and having met a deity in the flesh awkwardly offers to believe in her.\n\n\nOf course, worshiping tended to be a lot more... hands on, in the old days."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your GF is a succubus (or half succubus). Despite her constant need for sex, the relationship is going very well. Well enough in fact, that she takes you to meet her parents for the first time. More specifically, her mother.
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"content": "It was a long Christmas break for Mary and I. Since the semester ended we had taken three plane flights and spent a total of ten days at our respective families houses. She rolled her head over into my shoulder and brushed her long auburn hair from in front of her face while we got in the cab.\n\n“That’s for coming to my families Christmas party, i’m sorry again about not being at your family for Christmas.” She said as she adjusted her glasses. \n\n“It’s ok my family never really does much, besides we usually have to celebrate early because of my brother’s work schedule anyway.” I said as I felt a small pain in my neck. “By the way, your horns are showing.” I whispered to her.\n\nShe blushed and through her hands up to her head. “Grandmas in bathtubs. Grandmas in bathtubs.” She muttered to herself as the tiny pink pointed horns retreated. “I’m sorry it’s just been a long dry spell is all. Ten days is the longest I’ve gone without for a while, definitely since we’ve been dating.” She whispered to me.\n\nI leaned in closer to her. “Do you want to, I don’t know, go in the bathroom before the flight or something? You felt weird about doing it in the room next to where my parent’s slept at my house and your mom kept us separate, we haven’t exactly had a chance to-“ \n\nHer face went red before she interrupted me. “No!” She shouted loud enough for the driver to hear. She lowered her tone and whispered to me again. “I am not making love to the man I love in a bathroom. I won’t let my apatite force me to do something I wouldn’t do without it, not any more. I’ll ware till we’re alone and no one can spy on us, we just have to visit her for a day and everything will be fine.”\n\nShe dosed off after that. She had been sleeping a lot more the last day or so, usual waking up with both hands in the waistband of her panties. She wasn’t exactly the most normal girlfriend in the world. She was horny to a unusual degree, so much so that she paying me a visit for sex once a day at minimum, but refused to do the simple thing and move in because she thought it was improper for a man and woman to live together. \n\nI asked around the time we started getting serious why she was ok having sex with not only me, but at least a dozen guys dating all the way back to middle school before we started dated despite being so traditional about everything else. She didn’t like talking about specifics often but she trusted me enough to tell me. She was, in her words, a succubus. Her mother, or at least her human mother, was a Catholic who messed around with demon summoning rituals when she was in school. A succubus is a demon that lives off semen taken from men. Whenever they want a kid they store some from the most attractive man they can find and, in her words, put it in the most beautiful woman that they can find. The second mother of hers might not of had much to do with her when she was younger but they’ve been trying to reconnect recently. \n\nAfter a all too long flight consisting of me having to wake her up every few minutes to stop her from moaning in her sleep we finally arrived in Pittsburgh. I shook her awake once the plane was emptying. “We’re here.” \n\n“Ok. Sorry about the noise, just being so close to you does that to me.” She said with a smile.\n\nBefore I could think of a good romantic return I noticed how her horns were back, not a solid inch above her hair. I leaned in, causing her to close her eyes expecting something heartfelt. “Your horns are back.”\n\n“Oh crab baskets! Lambs and kittens. Lambs and kittens. Baby ducks. Baby ducks. Baby ducks.” She mumbles as her horns slowly retreated, not fully vanishing. “Cant those mind their own business, it’ll just be a day or two and we’ll be alone. I can wait until we won’t be around snooping parents.” She smiles at me, trying to bind the bags under her eyes and unsteady walk. She hadn’t looked well these last few days but now she looked ill, almost like a woman who hadn’t eaten in weeks and was close to starving. I’d never been more worried about her.\n\nI leaned in again, wrapping my arm around her to help steady her. “It’s ok if you want to go somewhere before we visit your mo... visit your other mother. It would be one thing if you were just horny but you look sick. I’ll park the rental car somewhere, throw a blanket in the window, no one will see us.”\n\nShe tried and failed to stand strong and look at me, still looking like a firm breeze could blow her over. “Listen Jonny, sex is about love and love is all a feel from you. If you’re here, it’s all I need. No one else needs to see more than this of us.” She said as she swung in and kissed me. “Just treat me like a normal human girl, that’s all I ask.” She warped her arms around mine and we started walking again.\n\n(Ending tomorrow)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: During a Mass Abduction, you awaken light years away from Earth to discover you have been selected as a personal slave to one of the ruling class of galactic society
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"content": "Wherever I was now, it was very dark, so I took a moment to recall my last memories: \n\nThe last thing I remember is waking up on my back in my bed around 2AM. I squinted, confused (because I don’t usually wake up for no reason), then my room began to rumble, and things began to shake like an earthquake was happening. I looked down and saw I was still wearing my cosplay from last night; It was a high-waisted, ruffled miniskirt that barely covered my white, quasi-thong when I was *standing,* let-alone laying down.\n\nAs I was mulling over whether or not I should change clothes, a bright and blinding light like a snowstorm entered through my ceiling; A blocky silhouette, like someone wearing a big trench-coat with a crazy-high popped-collar, descended to the foot of my bed. It was then that I became hyper-aware of my sprawled-out position.\n\nI tried to close my legs and cover myself, but before I could, another bright flash came, and I felt myself being swiftly pulled towards the figure before me, during which I must’ve passed out, because now I’m here... in some weird, dark, metal facility. \n\nI can see tall bars lining one side of this rather small, cubic room I seem to be in, and across from this room - about 45 feet away on the other end of a huge, empty area - I can see a large hangar door with a modicum of white light and eerie mist seeping in through the bottom where there’s some space between it and the floor.\n\nIn between that door and my cell is what looks to be a metal podium, but it’s turned away from me, so I can’t see what’s on it. I jumped and scrambled towards a far corner of my cell as a loud, mechanical whirring filled the room: It sounded like machines powering up; cogs turning; and pressure being released.\n\nAs the noise began to subside, the hangar door shook, and then began to open with a monstrous version of a garage-door-like hum. That same blizzard-y light from my bedroom now entered this metal building, and two human-looking figures stood in the doorway, looking small compared to the entrance, and being silhouetted by a glowing backdrop just like the figure from my bedroom was.\n\nThey approached me, their faces slowly becoming clearer as they distanced themselves from the backlight. As well, tapping sounds came into earshot once they drew closer: The sound of heels clanking against the metal floor. One of them pressed a button on the podium, which I now realize is a panel of some sort, and my cell-door swung open. There they were. Two fairly average-sized, attractive, human-looking females, both of them wearing short pencil skirts and tight tops.\n\nThey took me out of my cell immediately and began leading me toward the open hangar door. One of them firmly held my arms behind my back while the other zapped me with a stun-baton any time I wiggled or fought too much. Once we entered the white light, I could see that we were in an incredibly sleek, clean, and futuristic looking facility with several work-stations, and more people dressed in short pencil-skirts and tight tops walking around in heels.\n\nBefore I could fully study the environment, I was veered to the right into a hallway. Now I could hear muffled smacks coming from a side-room up ahead, followed by squeaks of pain from another girl. We turned and entered the room. There were a couple unconscious girls on the floor, and a couple more were laid over a pole like towels being hung up to dry. In the center of the room, a poor girl laid face-down, straddling a wide, cylindrical-shaped object that looked like it was made out of a sturdy foam, similar to what gymnastic equipment is sometimes made out of to absorb shock. All of the girls‘ backsides were facing the door, so I could see that they each had on a very similar white quasi-thong, a lot like mine.\n\nThe girl straddling the equipment had her ass battered red, and standing behind her was the assailant: The figure from my room. I could now see why their figure was blocky... They were facing away from me and wearing a large cape that hung down nearly to the floor, and their popped collar was indeed very large, covering their entire head from behind. They turned around as we entered the room, and I could now see clearly that it was a tall, human-looking female wearing nothing but black lace lingerie under her cape, and high-heels on her feet. She was holding a paddle.\n\nWithout so much as a word, assistants of the caped-lady ran up and pushed the straddling girl off of the equipment and onto the floor where she collapsed limply aside the other girls. I gulped. The next thing I knew, I was being lowered onto the cylinder, the sturdy foam uncomfortably pressing against my crotch as my legs were forced to straddle the shape. \n\n“Uh~! Wait! No!!” I cried out, trying to resist.\n\nI was laid onto my stomach, and my breasts now straddled the shape as well.\n\nI let my head hang over the side of the cylinder as my body settled into position. Several still moments passed before I realized I was subconsciously tensing up in defense, so I instinctively relaxed. The moment my asscheeks settled down on either side of my thong, the paddle came: **Wack!** I raised my head and loudly screamed as I leaned forward. I never thought such a raunchy, defeated sound could escape my lips.\n\nAfter a while of panting through the pain, I accidentally let my guard down and relaxed again, then there was another **thwack!** right on cue. My body lurched forward from the blow, then naturally returned to its original position. Again: **WHACK**! I desperately screamed, hoping my pathetic display would make the paddling stop somehow. I careened further this time, but still eventually had to spring back into my place. And again: **THWAP!** There was no escaping it. My booty jiggled from each blow as I was made to gyrate forward and back, forward and back, forward and back after each hit; this repeated for so long, it was like the girl was playing ping-pong with my booty as the ball; and almost every time I moved, my crotch would rub against the cylinder beneath me, which added up over this long, repetitious paddling, and caused me to humiliatingly cum more times than I’d like to admit.\n\nAbout an hour in, I didn’t have any screams left in me: just some yelps; whimpers; and occasional moans. Just as I began to black out, I heard the doors slide open behind me. I finally, truly relaxed... my battered red asscheeks on full display for whoever was at the door as I straddled this wide cylinder. Wordlessly, I felt hands grab me and pull me off the equipment where I fell face-first, limply onto the floor with the other girls; My ass was still facing whoever was at the entrance. Just before I passed out, I heard their words, sounding a lot like mine as they were lifted up and lowered onto the cylinder:\n\n“Uh~! Wait! No!!”\n\nI opened my eyes some time later... wherever I was now, it was very dark, so I took a moment to recall my last memories:\n\nThe last thing I remember is waking up on my back in my bed around 2 AM..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A masochistic vampire resorts to burning themselves in sunlight for stimulation.
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"content": "My skin is unbreakable. A blade sliding across my throat leaves no marks, and feels like a light stroke with a paintbrush. Even lying on my pyre as they watched the flames provided not so much as a tingle. But this. This I fucking feel. \n\nA gloveless hand is all it takes. My knuckles rubbing against my newly thinned skin, my fingernails cracking like too-baked clay. My skin blistering, popping and peeling. The hot knife pressed against it by the solar rays I used to bask my face in with impunity. I love it. I love the way my blood retreats through my risk for safety. It's the closest thing I have to a pulse, the fond memories of a heart-racing flood my mind and the pain and nostalgia mix, in ways bordering on the extatic. I lose track of time. Normally I only keep my hand out for five minutes. It's been twenty. Stupid girl, it'll take forever to heal.\n\nOrgasms feel like nothing now. Well, not 'nothing', but it's not the same. There's no heart-rushing, no gasping for air, no heat, no sweat. Just a craving, and then release. It's like napping when you were barely tired, or eating when you're barely hungry. If you want to feel something, you need that extra kick. Most of our kind fucks, and feeds simultaneously. The feeling of the blood dripping down to your stomach. Their warm flesh against your cold lips. The rythmic pulsing against your tongue. Their body thrusting, and spasming involuntarily. You'll never come harder. \n\nThat's how I got in this mess. My master lost control. He drank too much, and panicked. So he pulled a fang, sliced his wrist, and \"brought me back\". He should have left me dead. Just lived with the mistake. I'll never feed while fucking. I'll never risk doing the same thing to another person. So I do this. This is the only other way I can feel it. One hand ungloved on the windowsill, the other under my robe, teasing my clit. I love it. Master hates it, he says it's \"not healthy\". What part of our existence is? They're right to call us \"undead\", because whatever this is, it's not \"alive\". Living things feel pain, living things feel joy. We are merely numb, and cause numbness in others. Contagious numbness incarnate. Master considers this a good thing. Such a fucking stoic. \"If you have no fear, they can't have power over you. If you have no rage then your inpulses can't control you, if you...\" Shut the fuck up. \n\nI need to peel my hand now. The palm is still bone-white, but the back is charred. If I don't peel the black-burnt part off, then it'll take twice as long to heal. Stupid. If I'd had some restraint, I could've done this two more times this week, now it'll take a month to heal. I guess I lack restraint too. Ah well, master found a virging he wishes to deflower. Know worries in me drinking from her while he ravishes her. Not like I'll be out of my mind. Another day, another victim.\n\nC'est la mort."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Welcome to the 2030 Tech Expo! Please have your digital ID ready to be scanned at all times. To your right is the Future of Sex, where all the new gadgets and discoveries are available to try. Enjoy your stay
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"content": "The flyers for the Expo had promised many new advances in technology. Priss was only really interested in the “Sexpo” part of the Expo, and the flyers for those had hinted at the use of drones and nanobots. These advancements piqued her interest and she had no trouble parting with the 69 euros required for the entry fee. After swiping through the checkout process Priss had the option of choosing one of many digital passes. You could get your digital pass embedded in an earring, a nose ring, a normal ring, a prince albert, a necklace and so on. Priss considered for just a moment to get her digital ID in the form of a buttplug, but thought better of it and went the “vanilla” way and chose the earring. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nShe stepped up to the scanner at the entrance and walked through when the guard waved at her. She didn’t need to remove any items since the scanners had been upgraded to detect contraband, which turned her entry into a breeze.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce through the main entry point she saw that four smaller entrances lay before her. Priss looked around at the Future of Gaming, Future of Shopping, Futurinfluence and Future of Sex entranceways and headed for the latter. \n\nThe long arching tunnel was lit by colorful LED panels and featured two dozen screens on each side. In front of each screen was a person reading and swiping through a questionnaire. Priss waited for a space and walked towards it. \n\n“Welcome to the Future of Sex Exhibition. This questionnaire will help us determine your likes and dislikes and will function as the terms and conditions. Please answer truthfully. We guarantee none of your data will be misused.”\n\nPriss looked over at the person next to her and to his screen. It appeared blurred out although the young man seemed to be reading, swiping and deciding.\n\n“Interesting”, she thought to herself.\n\n“Please specify which of the following are off-limits for you”, the soothing-voiced lady in the machine said.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nA four by three grid of twelve squares appeared and Priss read through them. She tapped on rape, scat, infantilism and torture. She was fine with romance, public/exhibition, penetration, anal, sensory deprivation/overload, orgasm control/denial, water play (light) and BDSM (light). On some of the options you could choose the level “light”, “medium” or “hard” and Priss always chose “light”.\n\n“All actions requested by another person from this point onward will require consent and authentication. Please take a pair of FingerprinceSS™ fingerprints and place them on both thumbs.”\n\nA slot on the machine opened up and a mechanical arm extended from the interior. Priss picked up the featherlight, see-through pieces of silicone - she assumed - and placed them on her thumbs.\n\n“To consent to an action, would you like to use your right or left thumb?”\n\nPriss squeezed the forefinger and thumb together on her right hand.\n\n“Thank you. Right has been designated consent, left has been designated dissent. Please also take a Poll-lens™ contact lens. This lens will be used to show you prompts, polls and directions.”\n\nThe same slot opened up and Priss took the lens. She had some difficulty getting the lens into her eye and wondered why this hadn’t come before the FingerprinceSS™ fingerprints. She felt like that would have made it easier.\n\n“Please tap your FingerprinceSS™ fingerprints in the order shown on the Poll-lens™ contact lens to confirm that all are in working order.\n\nPriss stuck out her tongue and muttered “left, right, left, left, right, both”.\n\n“Thank you. Please enjoy the Expo”.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nPriss exited the tunnel and headed to the first set of booths she saw. She was happy the Expo wasn’t too crowded and took a quick moment to study the sort of people that were there. She concluded that they were pretty much your standard bunch of people. They varied in shape, size, clothing and demeanor. She tried not to pay any attention to them and focused on the first item on show.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nA rather heavyset man was lying in a sturdy-looking chair with a set of VR goggles on. The whole apparatus seemed to be inside some sort of chamber. He was gesturing and making swiping motions with his hands like he was selecting something. Suddenly a drone flew into view and scanned his body with a bluish laser. “Woah. Just like in the movies!” Priss thought to herself. When the drone was done it flew out of sight and a panel on the floor opened up. A woman was being propelled upwards by what Priss assumed was a little elevating platform. She looked a bit strange to Priss at first, until she realised that it was a sex doll! The doll walked towards the man and straddled him. As she sat on top of him motionless her clothes flickered and changed. Priss guessed that the man was choosing what the doll was supposed to be wearing, having before chosen what she should look like. She had extremely disproportionate measurements, much like a barbie doll. Suddenly the doll was naked and started moving. She removed the man’s VR headset and hung it on the chair. She started making out with him and undoing his belt. Her movements were very robotic, but also mightily impressive. The dexterity and fine-motor skills required for that were what astounded Priss the most. \n\nThe doll then inserted the man’s hard cock into herself and began moving up and down. Priss looked at the people around her and couldn’t believe that this was how openly things would be happening at this Expo. She also noticed that the doll moved much more elegantly than before, figuring that maybe more time was spent getting the movements of the cowgirl position right than was spent on walking.\n\nPriss watched as the doll rode the man impressively well, suddenly dismounting to pleasure him orally. She could see the man reaching climax and was astounded to realise that she herself was very wet.\n\nWhen the show was over a little window appeared on her Poll-lens™.\n\n“Please rate your interest in the CallDoll540™.”\n\nA five star scale appeared and Priss tapped her right thumb three times before tapping both thumbs simultaneously to submit her response. The doll was impressive, but wouldn’t really be something for her. As she moved on to the next booth a drone buzzed over her head and stopped. Another window appeared on her lens.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Good day. We have noticed a 48% increase in arousal by monitoring pheromones. Would you like to try out the NaNowOrNever™? The NaNowOrNever™ aims to pleasure you by using nanobots on your most sensitive areas. You control the intensity, we control the pleasure.”\n\nPriss clicked “Accept” almost immediately and the drone flew down to just in front of her stomach. A mechanical arm unfolded from the drone and made contact with her skin. She flinched, but only saw a liquid-like mass make its way across the arm and onto her stomach. The drone folded the arm back up and flew away. The mass flowed downwards and slipped inside Priss’ jeans. The sensation she felt next almost made her kneel. She recognised it only because one of her ex-boyfriends had loved doing it: sucking on her clit. Priss frantically tapped her left thumb and saw the intensity scale on her lens. It had been set to thirteen out of a possible twenty-five. She left it at four and regained her composure.\n\nShe kept moving towards the next booth. She saw a booth with multiple men wearing VR headsets with the same substance or mass around their cocks that she had on herself right now. The nanobots seemed to be working as fleshlights. From the advertising screens Priss could see that the men had the option to choose oral, vaginal or anal amongst other things. The bots also handled cleanup and could be set to ruin orgasms, stimulate just the frenulum or the ballsack and many others. Priss was very impressed and looked up the price of the nanobots. 699 euros for a starter pack.\n\n“Hmm, not that bad at all.”\n\nShe watched one man put his hands towards the side of his cock, like he was holding imaginary hips. Some nanobots reformed and branched out towards his hands, forming artificial hips for him to hold on to. Watching this man pump away in what she assumed was doggystyle made her very aroused.\n\nHer own nanobots seemed to notice her desire and she felt something nudge at her opening. With her clit still being gently sucked on, the nanobots had formed a penis and entered her right there. She slipped between two booths and held onto the wall for support. Then she tapped her right thumb ten times and leant against the wall. The feeling of being pounded out in the open quickly sent her to the brink of orgasm. She slid her hand under her tank top and cupped her boob before playing with a nipple. As she came she let out a soft moan and slumped against the wall, panting heavily. \n\n“I’m definitely rating this one five stars!” she said as she gathered herself. “I wonder what else these bots can do?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] In order to boost national morale, the newly established government has implemented a new national holiday. The Splurge (I know, I'm sorry but it rhymes), for the next 24 hours, all sex can be preformed in public and citizens are "free use."
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"content": "Okay, so in all honesty this isn't really a *dirty* submission (unless you enjoy getting off to official government memorandum, that is), but I read the prompt and honestly I started thinking about what kind of society would enact the Splurge to begin with, and how the government would have to regulate it, and before I knew it I somehow found myself drafting legislation. Because even in a society with one day a year of unrestrained public fucking, some poor underfunded drone somewhere in a cramped government office with poor air-conditioning would still be responsible for translating what you were and weren't allowed to do into back-covering legalese.\n\nSo with that in mind:\n\n\\-----\n\nHOW TO SPLURGE SAFELY: WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT PARTICIPATING IN LIBERATION DAY CELEBRATIONS\n\nDrafted by SOMA on behalf of the Department of Health and Relaxation, subject to official approval before release\n\n1. All individuals over the age of 18 in outdoor public (“red”) zones and specially designated indoor public (“pink”) zones between the hours of 12.00.00am and 11.59.59pm are automatically considered active participants in Liberation Day Celebrations **UNLESS** they are within an official non-participation (“black”) zone and/or are otherwise identified as such by their i-bracelets (LD ident black-zero-zero-zero) and/or clothing. If you wish to opt out of active participation in Liberation Day Celebrations, it is your responsibility to ensure your registration details are correct and up to date prior to 12.00.00am Liberation Day.\n\n2. Attempting to initiate or being found to have participated in Liberation Day Celebrations within an official black zone **is a criminal offence**, subject to penalties under the Liberation Day Celebration Act. Regardless of participation status, it is each individual citizen’s responsibility to be aware of the location of official black zones.\n\n3. All privately-owned domains (private homes, privately-owned businesses, restaurants and hotels etc.) are officially considered black zones for the purposes of Liberation Day Celebrations unless otherwise registered. However, private Liberation Day Celebrations may be arranged with the consent of the owner(s) of the domain in question. Private celebrations are still subject to all relevant laws and regulations governing the conduct of public Liberation Day Celebrations, especially those concerning the involvement of officially registered non-participants and underage individuals. Attempting to or initiating Liberation Day Celebrations within a privately-owned domain without the expressed consent of the domain owner(s) **is a criminal offence**, subject to penalties under the Liberation Day Celebrations Act. \n\n4. Attempting to or coercing individuals over the age of 18 officially registered as non-participants into Liberation Day Celebrations **is a criminal offence**, subject to penalties under the Liberation Day Celebration Act and the Sexual Offences Act. It is each individual participant’s responsibility to check the i-bracelet registration of all potential participants prior to initiation. \n\n5. All individuals below the age of 16 are automatically considered non-participants in Liberation Day Celebrations **WITHOUT EXCEPTION**. Including or attempting to include individuals below the age of 16 in Liberation Day Celebrations **is a criminal offence**, subject to penalties under the Protection of Underage Citizens Act and the Sexual Offences Act. Individuals below the age of 16 **must** be kept within a private domain under the care of a designated parent or guardian, or taken to an official underage celebration zone for the duration of Liberation Day Celebrations. All official underage celebration facilities are automatically listed as black zones and subject to all relevant laws and regulations. \n\n6. All individuals between the ages of 16 and 18 are automatically considered non-participants in Liberation Day Celebrations **unless** officially registered as junior participants (flag ident amber-one-zero-zero) before 12.00.00am Liberation Day. Non-registered individuals between the ages of 16 and 18 are automatically subject to the same laws and regulations as individuals under the age of 16. Including or attempting to include non-registered individuals between the ages of 16 and 18 in Liberation Day Celebrations **is a criminal offence**, subject to penalties under the Protection of Underage Citizens Act and the Sexual Offences Act.\n\n7. Registration as a junior participant in Liberation Day Celebrations requires both the written consent of a parent or guardian witnessed by a justice of the peace, and the written approval from a qualified counsellor following at least three in-person counselling sessions with the prospective junior participant. Junior participation in Liberation Day Celebrations must be conducted within official junior celebration (“amber”) zones and may **not** involve individuals over the age of 18. Attempting to engage in Liberation Day Celebrations in an amber zone when over the age of 18 **is a criminal offence**, subject to penalties under the Protection of Underage Citizens Act, the Sexual Offences Act and the Liberation Day Celebrations Act.\n\n8. Foreign citizens present during Liberation Day Celebrations are automatically considered non-participants, subject to all relevant laws and regulations, unless otherwise registered. Foreign citizens who wish to participate in Liberation Day Celebrations are welcome and can register to so at any point prior to arrival. However, foreign citizens **must** ensure that they are registered as a participant with customs officials before leaving the airport. Foreign citizens who wish to participate in Liberation Day Celebrations accept that they are subject to the same laws and regulations governing participating citizens. All airports, ports and transportation terminals are considered official black zones for Liberation Day Celebrations and subject to all relevant laws and regulations.\n\n9. All citizens participating in Liberation Day Celebrations are expected to confirm participation with other citizens by use of the i-bracelet system. Once confirmed and consented, it is each participant’s individual responsibility to then negotiate the precise acts that will be undertaken. As long as active consent is given by each participant, there is no limitation or restriction on what acts may be undertaken or how many participants may be included. \n\n10. In order to help each citizen have a safe, fulfilling and exciting Liberation Day that suits their needs, the i-bracelet system has been programmed with official Liberation Day (LD) ident-flags to help match like-minded participants together. It is strongly encouraged that in their Liberation Day ident-profiles, each participating citizen provide as much detail as accurately as possible regarding their Liberation Day preferences in order to more quickly and efficiently allow participants to match, and to ensure a rewarding experience. A full range of options can be found on the Liberation Day Celebration log-page, but for reference some examples are provided below:\n\n\\[black-zero-zero-zero\\] - Non-participant\n\n\\[cream-one-one-zero\\] - Heterosexual exclusive, single-partner at a time, member of closed unit, basic preferences\n\n\\[pink-one-one-zero\\] - Same-sex exclusive, single-partner at a time, member of closed unit, basic preferences\n\n\\[purple-pink-two-two-one-two\\] - Bisexual (same-sex preferred), up to two partners at a time, member of open unit, special preferences: submissive\n\n\\[green-four-zero-five-two-seven-four\\] - No gender preferences, up to four partners at a time, single, special preferences: submissive, bondage, multiple penetration, heavy spanking encouraged\n\n\\[yellow-six-twenty\\] - solo participant, voyeur, safety alert: enjoys asphyxiation, please monitor\n\n\\[red-eight-zero-eight-zero\\] - No limitations\n\n\\----"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A horny young woman is sent to the magical world of her dreams. Where dildos grow on trees, and every seat vibrates like an old washing machine. The foods aphrodisiac and the men cum sweet cream. The woman's breasts are as soft as bliss. An entire world made for just sexy shit!
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"content": "*As always, sorry if this sucks*\n\nJanet stumbled out of the dingy dive-bar that marked the edge of town, determined to give the world itself the finger. \n\n\"Oh, what a night, what a night, what a nigggghhhhtt\" She said as she meandered down the street. The bartender had taken her keys, and none of the regular barflies were there to give her a ride. It was a tough 4 blocks to her house, provided she didn't wind up in the trash.\n\nIt had been a hell of a night to wrap up a hell of a day. Her asshole of a boss caught her and Jake the intern in the janitor's closet enjoying a quickie. Jake has taken a fondness to her tight dresses and short skirts. She always enjoyed how they made her legs look so long.\n\nBetween that incident, the handjob she'd given Dave the accountant a week ago, and that less than the flattering pick of her at the last Christmas party, HR had all the ammo they needed to send her packing. She'd hoped to drown her blues and pick up a guy to forget about Monday's job hunt, but even that ended poorly. All she got for hitting on a cute guy was a curt. \"Jeez lady, pull back the throttle a bit.\"\n\nFirst block down! her feet still steadily carrying her home to her cat and bed. Her friends had always politely called her the Party Girl, and \"The biggest slut in America\" during a spat or two. She couldn't exactly deny it, but how was it her fault the rest of the world was so prudish? *No one appreciates fun anymore.*\n\n\"Go where you're celebrated, not tolerated Grandma always said, but sadly she never said where that was.\" She mumbled to no one, still feeling fairly plastered. \n\nA star shot across the sky and Janet smiled, thinking about all the stupid times she'd made a wish in her life that lead to nothing. Maybe this one would be different. \"Wishing star, save me from this shitshow!\" She shouted and heard a loud shush from a nearby house.\n\n\"Take me somewhere where my horniness is a blessing, not a curse!\"\n\n\"I said quiet!\" The same voice came. No other response was seen. \n\n\"Shit\" Janet muttered and kept walking.\n\nBy the third block, she stumbled upon a ridiculously large construction site. Yellow tape surrounded a hole in the ground that seemed to go on forever. \"You too, huh?\" She said sympathetically. She didn't know another way home, and it was getting late. Low on options, she decided to cut through the site.\n\nGetting nearer, the hole really did appear to be bottomless. Almost like a cartoon, it was so deep that shadows drowned out her vision when she tried to peer in. \"What kinda street work needs that big a hoooole?\" She asked. \n\nA rumble, her footing buckled, but she caught herself before falling. \"Ha, nice try! My days of fucking aren't about to be cut short by some Divine Comedy bullsh-\" The hole moved to envelop her, and she fell.\n\nAnd fell, and fell, and fell.\n\n\\--\n\nJanet screamed the entire journey, impressing herself with how strong her lungs were. It felt like she had fallen for hours but her phone informed her it had only been 15 minutes. *Shit, why didn't I think to take an Uber?*\n\nThere was a light at the end of the tunnel, which spat her out roughly 20 feet above a bright and verdant field. The ground was fast approaching, and she could only scream in terror as she landed.\n\nWhen she had thought this moment would be her last, the colorful field reached up and caught her. Her heart raced a mile a second as gently caressing flowers let her down. She stood up quickly, her mind still racing. \"Where the hell? What the hell? How the hell?\" \n\nGlancing around, she noticed the entire field that surrounded her was covered in the same colorful flowers that had just saved her. Leaning down, she inspected one of the flowers and noticed it was kinda cute. This one was a bright blue, and shaped like a limp penis. \n\nWhen she reached out to touch it, it grew erect, all while keeping its color. She smiled in amazement, wondering if it was as firm as a real cock. For a good moment, she thought about giving it a try.\n\n\"Greetings, traveler!\" She heard and shot around. A well built and ridiculously handsome man was standing right behind her..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Guardian angels feel everything their wards feel. This is normally not a problem but when an accident leaves you temporarily unable to relieve yourself for several days, your guardian angel finally appears to take matters into their own hands. And mouth. And other places.
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"content": "The hospital was cold and sterile, not the welcoming modern design you see in buildings now. This was some old place from the 60s that barley passed health regulations now. The TV was broken, the bed was hard, and the food was dry and tasteless. But at the very least the nurses were a pretty sight. Kent stared up at the red headed nurse that leaned down to put a pillow behind his head. Her breasts rubbed against his chest before she stood up again. “Let me know if you need anything else Mr Baker.” The nurse said before walking away, her hips swaying seductively. \n\n“Fucking hell, I need something all right, just not something in your job description.” Kent murmured under his breath. The last week with her walking around him had only exasperated the absence of his usual masturbation schedule. Now he had a frustratingly hard erection rising between his legs. “If this gets any worse I’ll go mad.”\n\n“Can your perverted mind please stop for one day?” Whimpered a voice from the other side of his bed.\n\nHer turned his head to see a tall golden haired woman with a figure straight out of playboy. Her hips and ass were shaped perfectly to his usual taste and a pair of breasts bigger than any he had seen on a woman that hadn’t got them from a surgeon. She was wearing a long white dress with a golden trim that covered most of her body. “Who are you and why is it your business?”\n\n“Oh, really? Well i’m stuck feeling that and I can’t do diddly to stop it!” She said with a flustered face.\n\n“Well ok, I’ll talk that out with you... just let me get a NURSE!” He yelled towards the door. He looked to the door and saw that everyone was standing still in awkward poses that don’t look like they would be easy to maintain. He turned his head to look past the, admittedly beautiful woman at his bedside and saw that a pair of blue birds were stuck suspended in the air outside, not moving at all. “What the hell!” He exclaimed. \n\n“Please watch your language, how would your mother feel if she heard you?” She said. \n\n“What the fuck happened, why’s everyone frozen?!”\n\n“Language please. And to answer your question I stopped time. I had something rather personal and embarrassing to ask. Could you please try and stop those dirty thoughts of yours, at least until your arms heal? I’m stuck in the same position as you right now and I can’t do anything about it.” She asked pleadingly. \n\n“Oh stopped time, you can just casually stop time! Sure I can do that too! It’s perfectly normal! And what’s about you in the same position as me? Your arms certainly don’t look broken.” \n\nShe let out a sigh and fidgeted with her skirt. “You’re thinking them now too aren’t you, I can tell! Regardless, you see I am an angel. It’s my job to keep an eye on you, also sorry about the incident with car. You were... playing with yourself in gridlock and it distracted me, I didn’t notice that driver.” She said with a sad voice. “Now the reason i’m actually here. You see we guardian angles feel everything you do. Normally were paired off, guy angels with men, girls with the women. Since we’re not made to experience your more... animal desires when you do that we just don’t feel anything. But sometimes there’s a mismatch like us and well. That doesn’t work.”\n\n“So? Just take care of it yourself.”\n\n“Well you see...” She grabbed her dress and pulled the bottom of it above her waist, revealing a smooth and featureless pelvis. “Even if I had the inclination I wouldn’t be able too. So i’m stuck feeling something from a body part I don’t have and can’t do squat to stop it.”\n\n“Well I can’t turn it off. Either someone takes care of it or it just stays until the feeling passed.” She shouted. They stayed silent for a moment before he spoke up again. “So, angles huh. Tell me the truth, jerking it send you to hell?” He asked sarcastically trying to lift the mood.\n\nShe blushes for a second. “Well no, not really. It’s against the rules in the same way J walking is. It’s frowned upon but it’s never been a scale tipper to my knowledge.” She pauses as if to try and find the words. “Most sins related to... baby making... ugh that word doesn’t fit... regardless, are minor. You’ve been good enough so far.”\n\n“What’s with the kiddy talk, just say sex.”\n\n“I’m an angel, there are some things I just can’t say.”\n\n“Well if you want me to calm down then i’m sorry but I don’t have many ch control in that area.”\n\nHer cheeks turned flush again. “But... I can’t stand it any more. We’re not suppose to feel this! We’re not suppose to feel any of this! You get me worked up like this every day for more than a decade since you hit puberty, let me feel stuff i’m not meant to, and then just stop! It’s fudging crap is what it is!” She shoved her hand up to her mouth. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that.”\n\n“Well you’re more than welcome to take care of me yourself.” He said as he turned his eyes to his erect cock.\n\n“But... i’m already breaking so many rules. I can’t do that too!”\n\n“But you want too, don’t you?”\n\nShe rubbed her thighs together and looked around nervously. “Ok, I’ll do it. I’ll touch you no no-“\n\nHe cut her off. “And drop the language at least. It’s awkward for everyone.”\n\n“Ok.” She said as she began to hover above him. “So... how should I do this?”\n\n“You’ve been watching me for years right? Just copying of my Exs.”\n\nShe thought back to his past. “But I don’t have the right anatomy for most of that. Oh, wait. That one girl in the nun outfit from college, she used her mouth. I think I can do that.” She pulled his gown up to see his erect member. “Tell me If this feel... what am I talking about, I’ll be able to tell.” She took his length into her mouth began slowly pumping her head up and down.\n\nHe let out a audible moan. “Oh **fuck** you’re good at this.”\n\n“Languwage.” She said with a full mouth. Her face was becoming more and more flush. She began rubbing her thighs together aggressively. She pulled down the collar of her dress to reveal a pair of nippleless breasts. She grabbed the fronts of them and pressed them against his dick. She ran them up and die quickly. “You’re enjoying this I can tell, but can you hurry it along? This is driving me bonkers.”\n\n“Almost, just a little bit mo-“ his body convulsed as they both let out a loud gasp.\n\n“Oh fuck you’re good!” He opened his eyes to see the same redhead nurse from before hovering over him. \n\n“Well, sounds like you had an interesting-“ she opened her eyes wide as she glanced down at his pelvis. She looked back up to him. “Don’t feel bad, this happens to a lot of men who are here for a while. I’ll get you a new gown.”\n\nHe looked down to see a unusually large cum stain on his hospital gown."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are the proud leader of the alien racr that humanity has just thoroughly conquered and have been made the personal pet of the human commander. Surprisingly, life under the humans is actually great and the commander is an amazing person and lover. Not that you'll ever admit it, though.
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"content": "Might take a few liberties with the prompt, sorry, but I am definitely writing for it 0 w 0\n\n÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷\n\n\"We're not fucking slavers\"\n\nXan'ir was the former leader of the Xyolen, a rather proud race of insectile \"Humanoids\" as the conquerers defined them. Her carapace was painted in glorious reds and emblazoned with regal gold, but now bore the shameful black of defeat. Still, she bore no ill will to her conquerers, and bore a smile at the prosperous reign she held over the past many years. Still, tradition was tradition; It was always the same response, and for her, it was a rather vexing one. Humanity had conquered her people, and she had no end to the respect she felt for them. Tradition demanded that she submit to the greater leader as their plaything, but of course she was faced with numerous problems\n\nThe first and foremost problem was the defining lack of a singular leader. In her society, the one who leads is the one sent from the Aether to guide them to prosperity. Humans are different though, they have not one leader but many leaders, chosen not as their divine hosts but as mere representatives of the people they come from. Surely such a system of \"Democracy\" would fall apart amidst infighting and pointless bickering, and yet this cabal of representatives is able to come together under one banner and function. While she respected them for making it work, she was faced with the confusing question of exactly who it was that conquered her proud people.\n\nEventually a political trial came when she was at her wit's end. It was to discuss the merger and assimilation of societies, for the betterment of both species, but Xan'ir was beyond irritated and ultimately just tired of it all. Tradition demanded she submit to them, and she felt the shame of being unable to. It didn't take very long to crack, and asked.\n\n*\"Who among you is the true leader?\"*\n\nIt was something of an outburst, one that evoked raised eyebrows and hushed murmurs. When the response finally came it was more of the same, that there were no leaders. Xan'ir's mandibles clicked irritatedly, and after a long sigh, she finally spoke up again\n\n*\"Who was the one that led the final assault?\"*\n\nFinally... Finally there was a clear answer. Commander Micholson, leader of Mankind's 43rd fleet, the one who coordinated the final assault on their homeworld. She was beyond relieved to *finally* have someone that could claim her. The rest of the trial was white noise at this point, and when it finally came to its end she sought out the commander. He was fairly young, perhaps not in his 30s, with fair skin and fairly well kept hair. For leading the final assault, he had been given medals that stood proudly on his uniform. \n\nSurprisingly enough, he was extremely cordial, even friendly to his former enemy. He demanded nothing, opting instead to compliment her reign and offer his condolences to the end of it. The conversation was admittedly pleasant, but again - for the tradition minded Xan'ir - it irritated and vexed her. So finally she spoke up once more and told him of the tradition. He was a bit less understanding, try as he might to comprehend it.\n\nHis race once didn't see the problem in what they called Slavery, but that was a very long time ago. Slavery was frowned upon by their kind, and they sincerely believed that all living beings deserved a chance to live as they saw fit. More of the same crap, the disregard of basic traditions, and the same insistence on personal freedom. Perhaps it *was* noble, but she couldn't ignore the traditions she had centered her life on. When Micholson saw the stress it placed upon her, he finally caved and sought to compromise.\n\nOver the past century for Mankind, the encounters with many different species has forced the definition of \"Man\" to be redefined. Instead of merely being a furless, intelligent, bipedal primate, one merely needed the intelligence and culture to allow for coexistence. As far as mankind was concerned, we were all Human. So when Micholson finally caved into her need for tradition, he accepted on the condition that she would be treated not as some mindless concubine, but as a Human. She would be free to act however she pleased when alone with him, but in the presence of others she would be decent.\n\nXan'ir frowned. It adhered to her traditions, sure, but surely he would want more out of her? After a long moment, she simply sighed and nodded. It was something at least. His hand felt warm on her shoulder carapace, and his apologies served to drive home the cultural incompatibility. But again, it was something.\n\n÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷\n\n*Will be continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A sloth/lust hybrid likely wont be as ferocious about sex as a pure-blooded succubus, but at least you'll have enough life force to see her beautiful sleeping face the morning after.
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"content": "Her dorm room was… hazy. That was the only way she could describe it. It was like a blur that made everything more difficult to process. It didn’t stop her from noticing the woman under the covers in her bed.\n\n\n“...um, who are you?”\n\n\nThe woman looked up, and as their eyes met there was a moment of… wrongness. Lyssa wondered why in the world she was suddenly thinking of snakes.\n\n\n“'m your roommate,” the woman said. “Hi.” \n\n\nHer voice was curiously husky, like she had just woken up. She didn’t seem at all concerned. Lyssa tried the obvious when it became apparent nothing else was going to be offered. “Um. I don’t have a roommate.”\n\n\n“Do too,” she mumbled. “Got papers n’ everything.”\n\n\nLyssa stared at her for a few moments before it clicked. “...do you mean you’re my original roommate? Nea? Classes started two weeks ago! You never showed up!”\n\n\n“Was busy…”\n\n\n“I can’t believe they still let you come…” Lyssa stepped forward and grabbed the blankets as Nea started to pull the covers over her head. “Hey! You’re in my bed!”\n\n\n“Oh… sorry…” She scooted over and unceremoniously flopped over the edge. Lyssa took a hasty step backwards.\n\n\n“Watch it! You…” Lyssa trailed off, staring at Nea's revealed body. She was… sort of… kind of… hard to describe. She was definitely a college-aged girl. Lyssa wasn’t sure why she had been thinking of her as older. She was also more unclothed than Lyssa was expecting. A pair of boyshorts and a big black t-shirt did very little to distract from her figure. Her very curvy… sexy… figure. She was a little chubby, but exactly in the way Lyssa liked. Big breasts pressed against her top and hourglass hips led down to a pair of thick thighs that Lyssa would happily be trapped between-\n\n\nA searing blush rose to her cheeks as she realized what she was doing. The little smirk on Nea’s full lips made her cheeks burn even hotter. Lyssa took a few steps back, struggling to find words. \n\n\nShe was left speechless as Nea started to roll across the floor. Her roommate spent as little energy as she could to flop over to the opposite bed, then crawled under the covers without standing up. A mixture of confusion, embarrassment and lust left Lyssa's head spinning. She sat down heavily on her bed.\n\n\n“G'night,” Nea mumbled.\n\n\n“It's only six o'clock,” Lyssa protested weakly, to no response. After a while of silence, she lay back and realized her bed was warm. Her pillow smelled like someone else's sweet shampoo and something she couldn’t identify. Nea.\n\n\nShe tried to ignore it.\n\n\nAfter a minute, her hand made the slightest move downwards before she swore silently and hit her fist against the covers. So much for the privacy she'd been taking advantage of…\n\n\nWhat the hell was her roommate’s deal?\n\n\n------\n\n\nA short silly thing because I like this prompt a lot. Not sure if I'll write more, but hopefully this is enjoyable."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sarah (almost 30) has been 'pretty ok' w/ swallowing for ~10 yrs, but her new boyfriend wants to finish in her mouth *every* time he cums, every which way imaginable. She rolls with it, and discovers she likes it even better than she thought!!
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"content": "(Call me fucking crazy, but here it goes.)\n\n**PART 1**\n\nA look of absolute disbelief splashed across all her friends’ face when, as Sarah bit contently into her jelly-filled donut, a thick stream of clear-white jizz spurted out on the other side. It spewed across the restaurant's dining room table, an insurmountable amount of pressure packed into that small package of cum-filled fried pastry, before finally finishing on one of her girlfriend’s medium-rare grilled steak.\n\nSarah hadn’t seemed to noticed at first. Instead she moaned satisfyingly with every chew, enjoying the taste of fluffy fried donut mixing so pleasantly with the secret dose of cock cream in her mouth. She lifted her sticky fingers to her smacking lips, not wanting to waste an ounce of her boyfriend’s hot and messy filling, before she finally opened her eyes to see the mess she made on the table, as well as the way her friends all stared back at her in revolted silence.\n\nSarah’s face went bright red.“It’s, uh. It’s a sugar filling.”“The hell it is.” A friend with darker hair swiped at the filling with her pointer finger and slipped it into her own mouth, analyzing the taste.\n\n“Great. I knew it.”Everyone’s eyes went to her.“It’s his jizz again.”\n\nAll her other friends groaned and began to chastise the poor girl as she gently set the rest of her donut on the table. Her mouth watered endlessly for it, but the brief wave of shame and embarrassment had staved off her appetite for the moment.\n\n“Jesus Christ, Sarah. You said you were done with him!”“You’re more cum than blood at this point!”“When are you going to break up, like you said?”\n\nSarah listened as her friends complained, relaying back to her all the empty promises she made just the week earlier. Her deep, dark eyes went apprehensively up to the passing waiters and waitresses who looked curiously at the strange whitish liquid on the table as they passed by.\n\n“Is everything okay over here?” A pretty young server with a blond bobbed cut leaned over the party of 4. “Is there a problem?”“Oh, there’s a problem alright.” The black haired girl eyed Sarah, suspecting. “And it’s a problem that’s going to end. Right, Sarah?”\n\nThe blonde waitress pointed at the table.“Do you need more napkins, or-““No. Just some common sense and human decency, thank you.”“I’ll get the manager, then.”“We don't need the manager. We can handle this.”\n\nThe waitress smiled politely before moving on with her job.\n\nSarah looked down. “I know. I know. I’m sorry. I swear, I don’t even know how he even *pulled this off*.” She squeezed the donut again, forcing more cakey semen to spill from the hole left from her earlier bite. It really was mysterious work, the way her boyfriend managed to siphon his own cum inside without leaving a single trace. The thought of his intuitiveness made the girl’s legs squeeze happily together, curious to know what else he could come up with.\n\n*No, wait,* she thought to herself. *This isn’t a good this. It’s a bad thing!*\n\nHer other, more understanding friend leaned over, and put her hand on Sarah’s. “You’re gonna break it off, right? Like you said you would?”\n\n“I...I...”\n\n“Of course she is. You think this is normal, what people do?” The dark-haired girl was named Mandy, and she bore her green-cat eyes right into Sarah’s own meeker brown ones. “Normal people have sex. Insane people eat cum-filled donuts. Promise us you never see this guy again, Sarah. You know we’re only looking out for you, right?”\n\nThe girl sighed deeply. She had already made this promise twice now, but every time she tried to break it off it only resulted in more of his cum filling her mouth. Her boyfriend was good. He was persuasive. And he was fucking delicious.\n\n\\--\n\n**PART 2**\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe sat contently in the cute little café right on the street corner across her apartment. The vibe was hip and friendly, with plenty of bright lights and bustling patrons walking to and fro with their hands full of coffee and crumbling, flavorful pastries. There was absolutely nothing sexy about this place. The lights were blaring, the space was packed, and not one of the servers appeared even remotely attractive to the young lady. \n\nThis would be perfect. The perfect place to break up with the perfectly perverted boyfriend. \n\nHer friends were right about him. No woman should be fixated on her lover’s cum as intensely as she was. Brad had effectively corrupted her with the amount of jizz he had snuck into her diet, and today would be the day she’d prove she was over all that, for good. \n\nBut then a waitress brought to her a cherry puff pastry, and before long Sarah found herself once again growing helpless excited. Her stomach began to growl longingly for it, hoping that this pastry was as packed full as the cummy donut she enjoyed just a few days prior. The woman shook her head and forced herself to push the plate away, swallowing the building saliva in her mouth. \n\n*I’m addicted,* she realized slowly. *And all my friends were there to witness my first intervention.* \n\nThis had to end. Sarah had reached a point where all she could think about, all she could wonder, was if the next thing going in her mouth would be Brad and his juicy, overflowing cum. The thought kept her so distracted that she didn’t notice an attractive young man pull a chair opposite from her and sit himself at the other end of the metal cafe table. He grinned happily, his eyes focused on her and her daydream like state. When she finally did look up she jumped. \n\nFuck, this was going to be hard. \n\nFinal part coming up soon\\~ thank you for the points :)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] You’re spending the night at your friends house and she’s just turned in for the night so you browse GW. You come across a new post that looks like her with the caption “My fantasy fuck is right outside the door, what do you think he’d do with this?”
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"content": "I would try to avoid exposition dump openings. The first couple sentences is how you catch (or lose) your readers. At least yours was short, but it was also bland and did not give us a hook. You could have started at the second paragraph no problem and then added the information of these lines over time when needed for context. In fact imagine you started with \"Scott was all nerves... Would they still have the same connection?\" this is immediately intriguing: Now we wonder what kind of relationship they had.\n\nNot sure I buy Scott being both terrified / nervous and erect. \n\n> The thought made his heart leap, but it quickly bottomed out, \n\nMixed metaphor.\n\n> She pulled back bashfully, a playful smirk \n\nDon't put two synonyms this close to one another to describe the same thing. Too many adverbs.\n\nDialog: There are a few lines of spoken text, but there's never real dialog. Either commit to dialog, or commit to not having it, but if you don't have back-and-forth it feels very unreal.\n\nWhy do they visit friends in paragraph 4? It adds nothing to the story and is over in two sentences.\n\nTension: You spoil at the start what's going to happen, and only really introduce any tension at the very end, with the moment about seeing each other on reddit. This means that we never get the \"I want to know what happens next\" feeling.\n\nConflict: What's the conflict? Whether they fuck? She's not too shy to post nudes on the internet, but too shy to even hint at him? That's a *very* specific amount of shy. Even erotica needs a little bit of conflict. Nothing much actually happens (that can be okay), the characters don't interact enough (that is not good).\n\nStyle-wise: Too many adverbs. Nearbly, barely, quickly, - If you put too many of those everywhere, the text can feel cumbersome. Sentences feel a pinch too long at times."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The woman who owns the farm makes a killing selling the seed of her of her prized bull to cattle farms by the bucket full. But no one knows that this prized bull is actually a Minotaur, and even better, no one knows what they get up to in private.
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"content": "\"I would love to see the specimen that I'm paying a fortune for,\" the man said, holding his hat to his chest. \"I trust you; I've seen his lineage out in some of my friends pastures, they're top tier. I just... I don't know, I don't think anyone's ever seen him.\"\n\nAereana sighed, but she half-laughed. \"Listen, plenty of people have seen him. He's such a celebrity that he has a full-time staff -- no joke -- it's just that he's also temperamental. That's why there's a clause about only getting half of your money back if he fails to present viable seed. You don't want to risk that, do you?\"\n\n\"Well, no.\" The man said, putting his hat back on his head, getting ready to leave the farm. \"Thank you, ma'am.\" He bowed his head and left. \n\nAfter she watched the denim-clad cowboy leave, she ran a hand through her hair. *Gods be,* she thought to herself and she grabbed a light jacket of her own to leave the house and head down to the barn. It wasn't enough that her prized stud could produce the biggest, strongest, leanest steer in the world; these buyers always wanted to see him. What she couldn't ever seem to make them understand was that he didn't want to be seen. Rontaur was the most fickle, but also the most pampered, of his species -- that much was never up for debate. It was agreed upon that as long as his needs were eternally met, he wouldn't leave, and Aereana's wealth could continue to grow. \n\nThe air outside was cold, colder than she thought, but it didn't matter, she would be in Rontaur's den soon enough. She crossed the several-hundred-yard gap to the barn, and opened the door. Inside a pair of stable girls tended to several horses who casually ate at their hay, covered in neat little native-patterned blankets, to help keep them warm. \"Good Morning, girls.\" She said as she walked on through. A quick trip down an elegant elevator -- a good bit larger than most men -- opened up to curtains surrounding a lounge-like area. Areana pushed the curtains aside to expose her operation in all its glory. In the center of the room was a large marble plinth, ornately carved with gold inlay, and covered thick in various skins to make it soft and appealing. Atop the plinth was Rontaur, a ten-foot-tall Minotaur whose muscular form threatened to rip out of his own skin. Surrounding Rontaur was four handmaidens who took turns servicing his needs, and collecting the samples.\n\nAreana couldn't not flush at the sight. When this whole operation started, it was just her and Rontaur, and the agreement began then. It took a special woman to be able to handle him, and even now she couldn't see him that she didn't want to feel his considerable girth inside of her. Standing there, watching him grasp the tiny waist of one of his handmaidens and thrust in and out of her made Areana tingle and a definitive warmth grow inside of her. She instinctively licked her lips, and re-lived her first time with him. It was in the barn, and he had come to her seeking safety. He entrusted her with his life, and his needs. Essentially, either his carnal side was kept at bay, or he developed an uncontrollable urge to kill. Aside from the fact that she found herself unbelievable attracted to the idea, and the fact that he was infinitely more human that she would have imagined -- especially where it counted -- she let Rontaur fuck her there in the barn, only minutes after meeting her. He picked her up and he held her, he was attentive, almost loving, and his stamina was unending. Eventually, she was the one who had to stop him, but it wasn't until she had come nearly eight times. She was left a weak-kneed, quivering mess.\n\nTheir arrangement evolved over time. She collected his seed herself to begin with, two or three times a day, selling them locally at first, until she saw the results. His offspring were show winners; they were strong, resilient, and almost obviously magical -- but no one would ever believe that. Then she hired help -- and she paid well. These girls ended up enraptured at their job. One girl and Areana. Two girls and Areana. Three girls, four girls, and now an added collector. For ten hours a day, these girls took turns. Sometimes bringing him to a sticky, messy climax twenty or more times a day -- and sometimes coming in the hundreds, collectively. Even now, she watched as he bulged, hard as a rock inside of the girl who rode him, finishing up. The only handmaiden who was dressed approached and collected the sample as it dripped from within the girl who rode him.\n\nAreana approached, \"How many is that today?\" She wasn't asking the collector, she was asking Rontaur.\n\nRontaur's voice boomed in return. \"Only ten.\" He rolled his horned head to look at her. \"Does it not bother you to see me like this?\" He asked, sitting up on his elbows. His abdomen flexed, rippling with his movement. His pectoral muscles twitched. \n\nAreana had to avert her eyes a moment, but gathered herself. \"Of course not,\" she said, running her hand gently along his massive thighs. \"These girls are just doing a job. Only *I* know what you *really* like.\"\n\nRontaur grunted, his massive cock beginning to engorge again. His refractory period was almost non-existent. \n\nAreana cleared her throat, and leaned into Rontaur's ear and whispered, \"Don't worry. I'll be back when everyone else is gone.\" She placed a hand on Rontaur's chest, and turned to walk away. \"He's ready for you,\" she said, gesturing to one of the handmaidens. \"Don't disappoint.\" And she turned to leave, listening to the moans of pleasure as the minotaur slid inside. In her mind, she was already planning later."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cute, effeminate nerd boy ends up getting dicked inside a mascot costume.
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"content": "University sports staff wasn't real keen on bringing on a male cheerleader, so when Alex Palles signed up to be a cheerleader, they stuck him in the mascot suit. For the longest time, the mascot had been a girls-only position, too, but they had to hide the male... what else was to be expected in a southern sports-centered college. \n\nIn the first few days of practice, Alex had to get there before everyone else, because he had to strip down, shower and dress out in the fursuit. Then after a long sweaty practice, he would have to wait on all the girls to leave so he could have the shower. It never really bothered him.\n\nAs the weeks got closer to the season starting, the cheer team and the football team started training alongside each other. Alex, who was 5'7'' and barely ever hit puberty, had no problem with being confused as \"one of the girls\" because he would much rather curl up and be used by one of the football players, than he ever would one of the girls. In fact, just the thought of one of these nasty girls and how the equipment smelled after they showered made him want to wretch. There was just something about the musk of a *man* that really got him going. Sometimes he caught himself having to hide an erection, which was even more difficult because he never, ever, wore underwear inside that awful suit.\n\nOne day, he found himself running around, doing his antics, colliding with one of the linebackers named Wilson. Number 33. Wilson was built like a brick shithouse and didn't move. Alex on the other hand fell to the ground. Wilson helped him up, \"Damn, girl. Sorry about that, I didn't mean to walk right in front of you.\"\n\nAlex didn't have the heart to correct him, but his voice was so close to a girls that it was convincing. \"Oh, it's fine. My fault.\" He giggled, and went back to his stuff.\n\nWilson watched Alex run away. Was his heart racing? The thought of the nerdy, girl next door inside that suit seemed to get more than his heart to swell. He adjusted his jockstrap and went back to practice. \n\nThat night, when the football team and the cheerleaders all went out to eat dinner, Alex skipped the dinner and went home. When he climbed out of the shower, he had an email from WMichaels -- Wilson Michaels -- it read: \n\"Missed you tonight. Was hoping to get to know you better. All the other girls are boring. Same shit. Rich parents, nice cars, fake nails. See you at practice.\"\n\nIt was every practice after that that Wilson made an effort to talk to Alex. Each conversation had them standing closer and closer, even touching on subjects about sex and their individual interests. The tension could be cut with a knife.\n\nWeeks into the season Wilson broached the subject first, \"Look, Alex, I want you. Bad. I don't even know what you look like under there, and I don't care.\"\n\nAlex, ever obscured by the suit that completely maintained his anonymity, had to hide the excitement in his voice. \"I can't let you see me,\" he said, biting his lip.\n\n\"I don't have to see all of you, but I need it, I'll be honest. I've never wanted someone like I want you. You never change out with the other girls... do you... come in earlier or later, or something?\" Wilson asked.\n\n\"Earlier. Usually more than an hour before.\"\n\n\"Do you want to?\" Wilson asked.\n\n\"More than you could ever know.\" Alex sighed. This could be amazing, or awful.\n\nThe next day Alex had showered and put on the mascot costume with time to spare. He sat in the locker room, mask on, and played on his phone. Not two seconds after picking up the phone, did the door open. \"Hello?\" He asked, only to never receive a response. Again, \"Hello?\" he asked.\n\nWilson walked around the corner in plain clothes. Gym short, a t-shirt, hat, and shoes. \"Just who I was looking for.\"\n\n\"Turn off the lights.\" Alex said, standing. \"You can't see me.\"\n\nAfter the lights went off Alex approached Wilson, lowering himself to his knees, lifting the mask up just enough to expose his mouth. He pulled Wilson's gym shorts down just enough to expose his cock, which popped above the waist band as it engorged. Alex slipped Wilsons cock into his mouth, and treated it with the most passion it had ever been treated to. He made soft and gentle moans as he took Wilson to the back of his throat several times. Certain not to finish him, he stood up, took Wilson by the hand, and pulled him to the bench. \"Fuck my ass.\"\n\nWilson thought he was in heaven. No girl he'd ever been with was okay with that on the first time, if ever. \n\nAlex unzipped the waist just enough to lower the back down to expose his ass, and he reached under and pulled his own balls and cock forward, clenching his thighs together to hold them in place. \"Fuck me until you come. Fill me up.\" He leaned forward on the bench as Wilson braced against him, then after just a little spit and gentle force, he slid inside the completely hairless ass of Alex. Alex exhaled in bliss.\n\nWilson could only barely see what he was doing in the darkness of the room, illuminated by the red light of the exit sign in the distance, above the door. It didn't matter what he saw, though, because what he felt was even better. Each thrust was one incredible feeling after another, and Alex would clench and tighten the muscles around his cock continually, making it more and more difficult to maintain his composure until finally... a twitch, and then several hard throbs, and he had deposited a thick load of come inside Alex's ass.\n\nAlex moaned and ground his ass against Wilson just a bit more. \"Oh, God.\" He said, sighing as Wilson pulled out.\n\n\"I bet you're beautiful under there,\" Wilson said. \"You're the most unique girl I've ever met. Without a doubt the freakiest.\"\n\nAlex had a sudden melancholic happiness at the idea. \"I try. But, get out of here before we get caught.\"\n\nWilson nodded, pulling his shorts up over his manhood. \"Can we do this again?\"\n\n\"Maybe. Now, shoo!\" Alex smiled under the mask, it would be his secret for as long as he could let it be."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] False Utopia
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"content": "Synthetic \"companions\" that look and feel human but act in an unnaturally selfless, obedient manner are working tirelessly to make everyone's lives better. But there's a dark underbelly to the companion industry, where facsimiles of more human, less subservient companion personalities are downloaded into client customized bodies and sold as playthings to the wealthy and depraved. These unsuspecting companions believe themselves to be fully human, even thought they are still classified as property according to the law."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You had intended to summon a succubus to handle all the chores aroumd your house you did not want to do, but your summoning circle was slightly off and she was able to make you her slave instead.
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"content": "\"Dude, fuck this.\" Kirsten said as she stopped, throwing the broom down on the ground. \"This is bullshit. I hate housework.\" She made a turn and went down the hallway to the box of books that belonged to her grandmother. She knew that her grandmother had been into some dark stuff, and she figured: what the hell? If they're from hell, who cares if they're a slave to some mortal. Plus, if she had some enslaved demon under her control, she wouldn't have to do anything, and the house would stay perfect. It might take some convincing for her husband, but whatever, he wouldn't be home for another six hours.\n\n\"Alright,\" shes said, sitting books aside one right after another. Finally she settled on one that had an ancient looking cover with what might have been real gold wire inlay. Who knew? Her mother had told her that she shouldn't keep the books in the first place, but meh, it was finally coming in handy. After a good bit of searching she came to the place she though would work. The write up read: *Servus servire fieri*. If her Latin was correct, that meant that whatever she brought through the portal would have to serve. \"Cool. And easy components...\"\n\nAn hour into the process and she was content with her creation. A near-perfect circle on the floor met the drawing to the letter, and she proceeded with her plans. She lit the candles and held her hands out over it. She mumbled the words slowly, then began to recite them aloud. \" Hoc provocet orta cœperimus servus immensa.\" She said once. \"Hoc provocet orta cœperimus servus immensa!\" Then a second time. \"Hoc provocet orta cœperimus servus immensa!\" And the third time the candles all snuffed out, the lights flickered, and an immasurable darkness set into the room that obscured everything.\n\nWhen the light came back on, and the darkness retreated, in the center of the summoning circle sat what appeared to be a woman, at a first glance, until her black arrow-tipped tail flailed out from under her, stretching out. Her spine appeared slightly sharper under her skin, but there were other changes from a standard human, and the first shock factor was the fact that she was completely nude and didn't have a stitch of hair on her body except for on her head. When she turned around, Kirsten noticed the horns spiraling out the side of her head.\n\nThe demon stretched her arms out, her breasts shaped like perfect teardrops with pink buds on the ends of them. A center crease ran from just below her breasts over her stomach, and then a perfect mound ran gave to two vulva that met with perfect design. She had no flaws. When her eyes opened, they were stark gold, and her ivory skin appeared lacking flaws, just the same. She opened her mouth and spoke in a voice Kirsten could not understand. Giving her a moment, she switched. \"You don't speak demonic. Of course. You speak, what is this? English.\" She had a thick, almost arabic accent. \"I am Etrusca. Now, beg.\"\n\nKirsten laughed. Etrusca didn't find it funny. From seemingly nowhere, she summoned a whip, and struck out at Kirsten, striking fear into her. \"I won't ask again.\"\n\nKirsten stopped laughing but she pointed at her, \"I summoned you, *slave*.\"\n\nEtrusca laughed, but it became a dark guffaw. \"You little fool. You summoned me, *to make you a slave.*\" She stepped toward Kirsten. \"Thanks to your circle, I have the power here.\" And with a snap of her fingers, Kirsten collapsed to the ground unconscious.\n\nKirsten wasn't sure how much longer it was when she woke up, but she was drowsy. Her glasses weren't on her face, so she couldn't see, everything was blurry. When she was at herself enough, she tried to move her arms but couldn't -- she was chained down. To what, though? Her bed? She struggled against the bindings, held so tightly down that she couldn't pull herself much in any direction. Between her head hanging off the bed, and the binding, it was enough to cause her to freak out, and started shaking both sides violently, shaking her breasts side to side. When she paused long enough to realize that her breasts were free, she also realized that she was completely naked. \"Oh, no.\" She looked around, remembering Etrusca, then shouted. \"Etrusca, was this you? Where are you? Come here!\"\n\n\"You don't order *me* anywhere, bitch.\" And she slapped Kirsten across the face. \"Who the *fuck* do you think you are?\"\n\nKirsten whimpered. \"I--\"\n\nEtrusca slapped her again. \"Shut up.\"\n\nKirsten started to say something else, but before she could, Etrusca stepped over her face, and dropped her pussy right on her lips. \"Eat up.\" Kirsten, of course, refused, but Etrusca just ground against her from her chin to her nose, moaning, and calling out \"Yes! Yes!\" the whole time.\n\nKirsten continued resisting, but she had to open her mouth to breathe. When she did, her lip brushed against the clitoral hood piercing of the succubus, and she admittedly grew a little turned on. She had never been attracted to women before, why now? She experimented, reaching out with her tongue, rubbing against Etrusca's pierced clit. Etrusca twitched in response. The succubus grabbed the hair on the back of Kirsten's head, gripped two fistfuls, and proceeded to roughly face fuck her little human slave until she was gasping for breath. Once the succubus had seemingly had her fill -- and several orgasms later -- she pulled her cunt away from Kirsten, leaving long, sticky strings of her arousal behind. \"Good girl.\"\n\nEtrusca was only gone away from her slave for a moment, before she came back with a small leather paddle in her hand. She slapped it on her palm. \"What can I do with this first?\" She asked, her accent sticking thickly on her vowels. \"I know.\" The succubus stepped close to Kirsten, who was recovering, still trying to catch her breath when the paddle lightly brushed, then slapped her breast. The impact hurt, but it felt good simultaneously, instantly leaving a blood blister at the edge of where the paddle made its impact. \"You aren't crying?\" Etrusca asked. \"Then it isn't enough.\" Kirsten could barely do more than whimper.\n\nThe succubus moved down, trying place after place, receiving little more than a slight cry. She needed screams. Finally, she found the right spot. \"Oh, of course. Your cunt seems to be the answer.\" Etrusca grabbed the inside of Kirsten's thigh with her clawed fingers and pulled, drawing blood, but also barely separating Kirsten's welcoming pussy lips, who were barely decorated with a teardop of arousal, beading up at the bottom. \"Oh, my, what's this?\" Etrusca asked, dragging her finger along the seam, gathering Kirsten's moisture, and licking it off the tip of her finger. \"My, oh, my.\" Then she ended the moment of peaceful bliss by using the leather paddle to *punish* Kirsten's heated sex. Time after time, she slammed the flat surface of the paddle against her mound, leaving it red and threatening to bleed. \"Why--\" she struck, \"won't--\" again, \"you cry for your master?!\"\n\nKirsten breathed heavily, writhing against her bonds. \"Fine,\" Etrusca said, taking the handle of the paddle and putting it in her own mouth, sucking on it until it was thoroughly lubricated. Then, she slid the spit-coated end of the paddle into Kirsten's asshole until it was just the paddle's flared end that kept it, too, from going inside of her. Kirsten whimpered, but still she didn't cry out. \"Still nothing?! I know what to do.\"\n\nEtrusca marched off, the sound of her hooves against the wood on the floor resounded through the room. Kirsten could barely function, now, having been facefucked by another woman, spanked, punished, and sodomized. But somehow, she could feel her moisture gathering in her pussy. Then she heard it, it wasn't just one sound of hooves return, it was... three? When her vision adjusted, it wasn't just Etrusca that returned. Kirsten turned her head to see what was coming for her, and flanking Etrusca on either side were two very, very attractive men -- demons she supposed, by their cloven hooves -- but dangling between their legs were massive cocks. \n\nKirsten whimpered again as Etrusca stepped close. \"Go ahead, boys. Do whatever.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man has the ability to turn anyone into his slave by staring into their eyes. One day, he meets a beautiful woman, and tries to stare into her eyes, but they stare back stronger...
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"content": "How many girls have crumbled in my fist like brittle autumn leaves after just gazing into my soft, dark eyes of moonlit sapphire? Far too many to keep a proper hold on. Hundreds, perhaps over a thousand. All from only a good look, and all wind up the same way.\n\nSquealing like spring pigs on the end of my hard-on. Choking on my meat, desperately worshiping it with their throats. Offering up every hole they have like wild animals on instinct. Possessing them like a collection of figurines on a shelf in my mind has become second nature.\n\nPolice officers and hospital nurses. Fast food employees and waitresses at fancy restaurants. College professors, gym trainers, librarians, and musicians. Even that cute, mousy dyke from the IT department at the office. All different colors, sizes, shapes, and creeds. Women from all different walks of life. But all still like playthings within my talons, nonetheless.\n\nAll, except you.\n\nI glare into your eyes with far more intensity than is usually necessary. My face tightens as I struggle to penetrate your psyche with my eyes. Nothing’s happening. You’re just standing there with that infuriatingly smug, satisfied smirk sitting upon your calm, unworried face.\n\n“That’s cute, sweetie. Boys can be so silly.” You purr, chuckling softly as your smirk spreads into a grin. “Kneel. Now.”\n\nI’m on my knees before I even finish consciously processing your demand. My arms hang limply at my sides as I find myself unable to rise. What the fuck is this?\n\n“Scared? It’s okay, I know you are. And you should be. I’m far more powerful than you, in case you hadn’t realized. I could destroy you sweetie.” Your soft tone taunts as you reach forward and let your fingers run through my hair.\n\n“You see, I know what you’ve been doing to the ladies. And that’s your right. People like us are just superior to the rest of them, you know. But I think you’ve been going a bit overboard. So I’m going to educate you as to the scope and limits of your ability.” You coo, your tone never showing a hint of emotion or passion. This must be as easy for you as signing your name.\n\n“But only those willing to learn and grow can be taught the error of their ways. If you can’t do that, I might as well just snap your mind like a toothpick and get it over with. And who knows? Maybe you’ll be happier as a drooling, brainless dick-on-a-stick.” You snicker, your fingertips tracing down the side of my face and over my cheek.\n\nMy eyes go wide as terror stains my expression like red wine on a nice rug. No, this isn’t happening. You won’t, you wouldn’t dare. I’m not gonna end up like one of those empty-headed sluts. I’m not!\n\n“N-No, no, wait-!” I squeak in protest, cut off as your finger presses itself to my lips.\n\n“Hush. If you wish to learn the error of your ways, all you have to do is hush and show me that tongue of yours.” You coo, grinning like the Grinch as you capturing my gaze within your own.\n\nI swallow quietly before meekly parting my lips and extending my tongue, met with you wicked giggling.\n\n“Oh, goodie. This will be fun. Now tell me, sweetie; what sort of experience do you have in the area of getting your face sat upon?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sexual harassment is legal, but it is also legally binding. For example, if you sleep with your boss for a promotion and then don't get it, you can sue for breach of contract with a high chance of winning.
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"content": "“Oh, Murray... Don’t be that way.” Eliza cooed softly as she leaned back gently against her boss’ chest and continued gingerly grinding her bottom down against his lap.\n\n“That’s Mr. Billings, Eliza.” The older man grunted through a tight jaw as he struggled not to think about how hard his 19-year-old secretary round little behind was making him.\n\nEliza just giggled at the older man as he gripped his office chair’s armrests with with knuckles. She knew how hard he was trying to resist, and she found it *adorable.* She did sometimes feel a bit guilty about the way she’d been bleeding the man drying, with her 4-going-on-5 pay raises in the last month. But then she just remembers how fun it is to milk the old man dry, laugh in his face, and spend his money.\n\nAfter all, he wasn’t really her type aside from his deep pockets and his lawful obligation to her through so many exploited loopholes. He was old enough to be her father. Balding, a bit short, and going pudgy around the middle. His member was somewhat satisfactory, but mostly unimpressive compared to the boys Eliza rolled around with on her own time.\n\n“Oh, Murray. I think we know each other a little better than that. Now come on, and quit being such a stick in the mud. You’re going to hurt my feelings.” Eliza snickers as she slowly dismounts her boss and bends herself forward over his desk.\n\nShe reaches back, carefully tugging up her pencil skirt until her bare bottom is revealed. She glances back over her should at Mr. Billings, smirking devilishly as she gives her bubbly tush a small wiggle. The old man was practically drooling.\n\n“Whoops. I guess I forgot my panties at home this morning. You don’t mind, do you?” Eliza mewled with a little cruel laugh as Mr. Billings shakily reached forward and allowed himself to rest his aged hands on Eliza’s young, flawless butt.\n\n“Let’s just get on with it, Murray. This game is getting boring and I’ve teased you enough. You know my rates. So why don’t you just pick out which treats you’d like to enjoy today and I’ll worry about the calculations.”\n\nThe words had barely left the young temptress’ lips when Murray leaned in and buried his face deep in the ass before him. Eliza let out a soft groan as she felt his tongue against her warm, soft cunt. He had developed quite the taste for her pussy since she’d started working there in the last year. And today alone, he was already up to a 14% pay increase.\n\nShe smirked to herself, humming quietly in between soft, girlish moans as the older man ravenously worshiped the drooling slit that he’d always have to pay for. He might not be her type, but he sure ate pussy better then most of Eliza’s boytoys. Of course, they aren’t meant to be good at it. They’re picked for *other* reasons.\n\nIt wasn’t long before Murray had risen to his feet and clumsily undone his trousers, letting them fall and pool around his ankles as his quivering hard-on sprung free. And no sooner had the organ tasted freedom, than the older man had speared it into Eliza’s warm meat-locker with a grunt. His gut pressed against her lower back as he grasped her be the hips and began to pound.\n\nOn a good day, he’d last around 90 seconds. But today, he’d been teased and he was already feeling pent-up. He popped around the 20-second mark after scarcely a dozen thrusts and humps. He whimpered and grunted like a wildebeest as he pumped his hot load into her cunt, and she just snickered beneath him. In another moment, Mr. Billings had collapsed backwards into his chair with ragged breaths while Eliza was upright and straightening her skirt as his seed ran down her inner thigh.\n\n“That’s 89%, Murray, but we can just round it up to 90%. You’ll make that call to payroll by Friday, won’t you?” She squeaked giddily, Murray nodding and averting his eyes shamefully.\n\nEliza leaned in and planted a little peck against his temple with a grin.\n\n“Perfect! Thanks again, Murray. You’re the *best boss ever.*”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The world is in the throes of a fertility crisis, exacerbated by a sperm shortage. The entire male population is required to donate. Males from single-child families are required only to provide samples, while males from large families are hooked up to machines are milked like cattle.
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"content": "I know my life is about to change forever, it already has. It's almost torture in and of itself, forcing you to sit in a cold metal room with nothing to do but worry about what will happen next. I try to think about things that make me happy, like home, my mom, or going to the movies. I always get inevitably pulled back into this room, rethinking my biggest mistake. \n\nAt age eighteen all males are sperm tested by the Family Protection Agency. Ironic name considering if you're fertile and not the only male in the household you get kidnapped by the government. Luckily for me, I have no brothers, and at least for now, the FPA's efforts to correct the plummeting birth rate have been helping. Propoganda heralding motherhood, sex, and reproduction is everywhere. Condoms and birth control are strictly banned, but otherwise life is pretty much the same. It's our regular society, and for a select few, and now myself, a dystopian nightmare. \n\nAbout half way into my Junior year at University I reached the magical age of 21, and very instinctively my friends and I all pitched in as much cash as we had to buy out the entire cooler at the gas station around the block from our dorms. We. Got. Smashed. And we partied like that every weekend for two straight months, to add to the debauchery there were propogandized hot college girls that knew getting pregnant was their ticket to Government support, and horned up guys that knew nobody really could get pregnant. Life was perfect. Jasmine was perfect. At least that's what I was thinking about, sitting across from her in the common room when she broke the news. \n\nTriplets. I had gotten her pregnant with triplets. It was no sooner I found out that FPA officers swarmed in to grab me. \"What the hell?\" I screamed out in anger. \"Is this some sort of sting? How do you even know they're mine?\" But it was useless. The next thing I remember was waking up here. In this cold, lifeless room. \n\nI don't know how long I was sedated, or if anything was done to me, but I felt normal save for a bit of grogginess. After what must have been hours of scanning ceiling, banging on the walls, and prying at the door a tall slender woman in a white lab coat walked in with a small cup. \"Hello Mr. Tiery\" she said calmly. \"We're going to need a sperm sample from you. Some of us are quite excited about you. Why, I don't think triplets have been born in over a decade! Can you imagine if every pregnant woman could bear three children instead of one? The possibilities!\" \n\nI took the cup, eyeing it over and opening the lid. \"How about some food first?\" I asked, eyeing her carefully. \"Perhaps after a positive result...\" She responded, dipping her head in a stern manner. I spit in the cup and threw it at her adding plenty of colorful language to which she simply walked back out of the room. It didn't necessarily get my any closer to a meal, or to my escape, but at least that bitch was gone. \n\nMinutes later she returned with four men, the last of them holding an odd looking wooden bench. By the time I could get a better view of it the first two had already picked me up by my armpits and the third landed a punch right to my gut knocking the wind out of me. As I struggled to breathe someone removed my pants and boxers, then forced me to kneel at the bench, and bend over it. Finally managing to take a breath, I flailed my arms, only to receive a dizzying punch to the back of my head. My thighs were quickly fastened to the legs of the bench, waist to the top, and wrists to the other side. Still in pain, I attempted to move but found zero luck. \n\n\"Thank you gentlemen, he looks safe now.\" the woman said, dismissing all four and kneeling in front of my face. \"You could have just masturbated into a cup for me.\" She said smirking, \"now I get to extract a much more controlled sample.\" As she spoke I heard the box she brought in with her being opened. She pulled out a small square packet that I only recognized from old movies and magazines as a condom after she opened it up and slid it about half way onto my terrified and limp dick. Moments later I felt a cold, slippery finger on my asshole. \"take a deep breath in\" she said laughing. \"Fuck you!\" I replied. \n\nShe shoved her finger in to my immense discomfort, wiggled it around inside my ass and took it back out. I heard the splat of the bottle of lube being squeezed moments before she penetrated me again. Two fingers this time as I clenched my teeth and cursed at her more. She withdrew her fingers, but this time replaced them with something much colder, larger, and...\n\nThe foreign object vibrated and buzzed deep inside me. In an unanticipated response my dick hardened immediately and my rectum subconsciously squeezed on the probe to try and force it out, only applying more pressure, pushing my prostate onto the probe and sending a wave up my body. It felt... different. \"Good boy\" she said, tugging the condom hanging from my dick as it started to slowly lose the erection. \"I can already see some precum leaking out of you. I feel like I need a big sample from you, though, how about 25 milliliters?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] In the future, the consciousness of convicts are uploaded to servant androids as part of punishment. To your shock, you find that you've been uploaded to a sexbot.
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"content": "The last thing I remember, I was wearing an orange jump suit, and being strapped into a chair by the boys in blue. I apparently didn’t have as good a lawyer as I was lead to believe, because the judge ruled that I was to be uploaded into one of those new bots they’ve been putting out. These models, admittedly, didn’t look too bad. They looked damn near real. But no amount of accuracy could change the fact that I was about to be robbed of my free will. \n\nMy crime? Sexual assault. I personally didn’t see the big deal. I hadn’t even entered the girl. It was all just over the clothes action. *Outercourse* my big shot, over priced lawyer called it. But the judge wouldn’t listen. He said I had bruised the girls chest and pelvis, and caused irreparable psychological damage. \n\nWell, maybe she wouldn’t have been so traumatized if she hadn’t been so drunk, dressed like a tramp, showing off her tits and legs to the whole world. What the hell was she expecting? I was only a man. Was this not what men were supposed to do? Besides, wasn’t there supposed to be a warning or something for first time offenders? It’s not like I’d ever done something like this before. Maybe I’d made a bad call. Maybe I made a *tiny* mistake. Why should my life be ruined over a stupid mistake?\n\nI was laying down on a white chair. The boys in blue cuffed my hands and ankles to the sides.\n\n“Seems a bit excessive,” I grumbled.\n\n“For your protection,” one of the guards replied. He was a big boy. Probably one of them donut eating cops they stationed at speed traps in the middle of bum fuck no where. And yet *I* was the criminal?\n\n“The uploading process hasn’t exactly been perfected. The shocks tend to make the body jerk around. A few people have had their necks snap during. Wouldn’t want you to get off easy.”\n\nI snorted. “Uh hug. So, do I get to see the bot you’re putting me in?”\n\nThe guards grinned at each other.\n\n“Did I say something funny?”\n\nThe judge walked in at that moment. “Mr. Turner,” he greeted. “Comfortable, I trust?”\n\n“You know I’m not,” I said.\n\n“Just manners, Mr. Turner. In truth, I couldn’t care less about your comfort. I’m here merely to see that justice is served.\n\nI barked a laugh. “Justice, huh? Ya’ll have a funny idea of justice. I did nothing wrong.”\n\nThe judge raised his eyebrows, almost amused. “No? You see nothing wrong with groping an unconscious woman in some back alley? Thank goodness those brave young men saw you before you got any further.”\n\nI said nothing to that. It wouldn’t make a difference any how.\n\n“He asked to see the bot, your honour,” the other guard said. He had long hair tired up in a ponytail. Probably one of them fancy boy liberal types. Man, this country was going to the dogs.”\n\n“Well, let us show Mr. Turner his new body. Mr. Craft, will you be so kind as to being out Tiffani?”\n\nI frowned. Tiffani? What the hell was this guy going on about? \n\nDonut left the room smirking. \n\n “I do hope that you learn a lesson from all of this, Mr. Turner. But I doubt it. You seem to feel no remorse at all for how you treated that poor young woman. The psychological damage alone...” he shook his head, disgusted.\n\nDonut wheeled in a gurney. Lying on top of it was a woman, probably in her twenties, with a massive rack and thick thighs. She wore a medical gown. Her red hair was long and curly. Her face was flawless: emerald green eyes with pouty lips. She stared up blankly at the ceiling. But why was she even here? What was the point? Where was the bot they were putting me...\n\n“Fuck no,” I shouted, fighting, in vain, against my shackles. “No way! You said...you said I’d be put in a serving bot! That’s *not* a serving bot!”\n\n“I felt that the punishment, in this case, should fit the crime, Mr. Turner,” the judge said, raising his voice over my shouting. “The service bots lack all sense of free will and autonomy. You will think freely, but will be compelled to carry out the actions of your new master. These acts will no doubt be degrading and of a sexual nature.”\n\nThe boys in blue placed a head set on me. The wires were connected to the set on the fuck doll. “No. You can’t do this!” I shouted. “This isn’t right!”\n\n“Oh, but I can, Mr. Turner,” the judge said darkly. “And may I add that I have a daughter of my own. As do Mr Craft and Mr. Langley,” he jerked his head to the guards, who were no longer smiling. “And if anyone dared to harm a hair on my little girl’s head, dared to do what you did to that poor young woman, I assure you, they would not be given so light a sentence.”\n\nI was stunned into silence. Didn’t they see that this was insane? They were already taking my humanity away. Now they were turning me into a sex slave. Did they not see how inhumane that was? \n\n“Throw the switch,” the judge ordered, looking at me as though I was a cockroach. “Goodbye, Mr. Turner. We shall not see each other again.” \n\nI heard a loud *click* just behind me. Then my body was wracked with an unbearable pain. I shook so violently that I felt my bowels empty themselves. Enormous gobs of spit flew from my mouth. Within a few seconds. I couldn’t feel my hands or feet, or the lower half of my face. They were killing me! My eyes rolled wildly in my head, and I lost my sight. I couldn’t hear or see. I could only feel the white hot, searing pain in my bones. For a few seconds my nostrils were filled with the smell of burning flesh and hair. \n\nEverything, mercifully, went black."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Challenge: write a story about a slim and stacked female warrior who wears the most revealing lingerie into battle... and still make her a competent and interesting character who can kick ass.
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"content": "Not actually erotica, just, like, a news article from a setting where chainmail bikinis are becoming commonplace.\n\n\n\n---\n\nThe chainmail bikini is a funny thing. To the untrained eye, it looks like the perfect combination of impractical, unprotective, and obscene. However, this garment has recently been showing up on more and more warriors across the Empire. Why? Not for \"distraction\". Even the most foolish, poorly trained warrior will hardly be aroused by someone trying to kill them. Not for \"mobility\" either. A suit of well crafted plate allows its wearer to tumble and even cartwheel, and with minimal enchantment, even superhuman contortion is possible while fully protected.\n\nAnd yet many adventuresses are making names for themselves clad in little more than an enchanted thong. \n\nThe secret is in a little known art from the southern continent. The sympathetic magics of Cotonou allow them to act on an object from afar by ritually acting on a representation of it. Most famously, for example, a wizard may harm a man by ritually damaging a doll with his face painted on it, part of a tradition called Vodoun.\n\nThe first secret of the chainmail bikini is that it is not armor. Rather, it is a *representation* of armor. Thus, the bikinis feature chains, clasps, metal plates and other symbolic artifacts of martial protection, to evoke the idea of armor without actually covering the skin. With the proper preparations, following the Vodoun rituals, it can be made to function just like the real thing. But why import exotic reagents and go to all this magical trouble to replicate what a simple metal plate can accomplish? For a long time, this \"armor in effigy\" was little more than an armorsmith's party trick.\n\nAmong the northern tribes, chiefs do not wear helmets on the battlefield. Though they sacrifice important protection, they believe that their bardic skjalds cannot immortalize their heroism in song if they cannot recognize their faces on the battlefield. In fact, by the magic of the skjalds, a warrior's reputation literally empowers her. The sheer fact of being recognized by her enemies grants her the power to live up to the rumors of superhuman feats spread by her Skjald.\n\nIn fact, on a technical level far beyond the scope of this article, this reputation magic hinges on the amount of a warrior's exposed skin that is actually seen by the enemy, and how immediately recognizable she is. This is why most of a raider horde still wear helmets. With no reputation to protect them, they must rely on steel. However, even a meager reputation can offer a great boon when amplified by total exposure. This is the principle of their \"Berserkers\", who wear no armor or clothing at all, that their enemies might see them in their entirety, and give them as much strength as possible by recognizing them in their totality.\n\nThus, the second secret of the chainmail bikini. The infamous berserker Dagrún the Red is likely the first to combine these two arts. Her flaming red hair, freckled skin, and infamously scar-torn back are exposed for all the world to recognize, that her reputation might grow, but she still enjoys the full protection of a suit of armor due to the sympathetic Vodoun preparations lining the garment.\n\n---\n\nI was trying to justify a practical, remotely plausible setting where anyone would where a chainmail bikini. Which is, like, inherently a contradiction, but you know."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] The Galra have captured Pidge and the interrogation begins.
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"content": "\"This is the pilot of the green lion?\" One of the guards asked as he stared at Pidge's tight, young body. She was held in place as the chains that bound her hung from the ceiling. \"She's far from a warrior. Just look at her quiver.\" \n\nHaggard had done something to her—Pidge wasn't sure what. She did know its effects, however. The young pilot felt infinitely more sensitive; her body responded to each touch with the threat of orgasm. A device had been inserted into her virgin cunt that continually stimulated her and fed her unwanted pleasure. Her cunt was constantly on fire as the machine edged her, denying her a proper orgasm whenever she got close. \n\nShe bore markings across her body from the whippings they had given her. They had attempted to slowly break her mind over the past few months. Pidge couldn't recall a moment when she wasn't being edged. Her body yearned for release, though the gag in her mouth prevented any such ask. Today was different though. Today, she would have a special guest. \n\nLarge footsteps drew her attention as the door swung open: Lord Zarkon. He dismissed the two guards and locked the door. \"Such a supple, young body,\" he sneered, running his hand down her side. She winced each time he traced a scar. \"Yes, you're ready.\" He dropped his robe to reveal his toned body and massive cock. Pidge's eyes widened; she should be terrified, but her constant arousal made her crave such carnal desires. \n\nHe pulled off her gag and brought his hand to her chin, \"I can end your suffering and grant you the pleasure you so desire, but only if you submit yourself to me. Become my slave and tell me where the rest of the lions are,\" he commanded. \n\nPidge looked up at him, wanting to deny him, but she'd been so pent up for so long. *I-I- accept! I'll be your willing slave, Lord Zarkon! I can't take any more of this! She wAs immediately ashamed of herself, tears welling up in her eyes.\n\n\"Good. Fret not, young one, you now have your rightful place at my side,\" he lowered her to her knees and brought his cock to her face. She knew what he wanted her to do as she'd been forced to give blowjobs to the guards on each shift, most likely to prepare her for this moment. She readily, albeit reluctantly, opened her mouth and let the monsteous cock force its way in between her lips and down her throat. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and facefucked her, pounding into her mouth over and over again. Her tongue had become extremely sensitive as well, becoming a sexual organ in its own right. \n\nSaliva dripped from her mouth as he hastily fucked her lips, enjoying the sensations of the tight, young girl's mouth. Pidge felt her own loins burn with desire, aching to be touched. She inadvertently whined, causing him to stop and pull out, his cock hanging down obscenely. \"What is the matter, young one? Voice your desire.\"\n\nPidge bit her lip as she looked up at the domineering figure, \"p-please, Lord Zarkon, take my virginity.\" She had no other way to put it. She needed to be filled and there was only one being here that could do that. \n\n\"I'm glad you know your place, young Katie Holt,\" he said, hoisting her up. She looked at him in disbelief as he spoke her name. \"Oh yes, I know all about all of you. A good king knows who his enemies are. Now...\" He pressed the bulbous head of his impossibly large cock against her virgin entrance, \"submit to me!\"\n\nAs he rammed into Pidge, she howled in pain. She'd never been taken like this before, or in any way for that matter. Zarkon shattered her virginity and pressed onward, fucking her cunt with wild abandoned. Her eyes rolled back, her mind trailing away to give way to the pleasure and submission. She'd never known pleasure like this before, even if it was mixed with pain. She screamed and moaned with each slam, her tongue hanging out like a wild animal. \n\n\"Tell me what you are, pilot! Tell me who you belong to!\" Zarkon groaned, thrusting in to his newest slave. \n\n\"I'm your slave, Lord Zarkon! I belong to you! I belong to the Galra Empire!\" Pidge cried out, needing this so desperately. \n\n\"Good! You will make a wonderful concubine and traitor!\" He yelled, emphasizing the last part. The idea of having corrupted and stolen one of the highly-esteemed lion pilots sent him over the edge as he filled Katie with his alien seed. He pulled out of her unceremoniously and snapped his fingers, \"clean her and get her dressed. She will remain collared and leashed at all times. Have the witch begin the transformation process.\"\n\n---\n\nIt had been two years since Pidge had gone missing. Word of a devilish Galra pilot had begun to spread, however. In the cockpit was a young girl with a supple, busty body. She'd been changed from the inside out, now bearing the look of the Galra in both outfit and race. Her breasts were now more pronounced B-cups and her ass was larger and fuller. She had given her master several children, happy as can be too provide her services for him. Katie zer Zarkon was the finest pilot, warrior, and lover in the Galran empire. Because of her, Voltron had been defeated at every turn."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When her dates find out she's a succubus, they always think she's only there for sex. Just once, she'd like a romantic date that lasts long enough to try the dessert menu...
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"content": "NOTE: Dark\n***\n\nSharon’s black heels clicked against the concrete as she walked to the Dumpling House off of Mott Street. The three-inch heels gave her a modest lift, not that she needed it--her natural height dwarfed most men. She straightened her coat when she saw the neon sign, bathing the street in pink and purple hues. Sharon scanned the restaurant and recognized Dave from his profile picture. He was wearing the same shirt. *Here goes nothing*, she thought.\n\n“Sharon?” he asked as he stood at the table. He raised his arms to embrace her, but only managed to wave his arms awkwardly, thrown off by her height. Sharon let him off easy by grabbing his hand and shaking it. \n\n“You must be Dave. It’s nice to meet you.” Sharon sat down and looked around him to find the food carts. “Have you had *dim sum* before?”\n\n“No, never,” he said. “When I get Chinese food I just order the number 3: General Tso’s chicken. I ask them to throw in extra peppers to make it a little more authentic. I’m sort of surprised you picked this place. I read the Yelp reviews and it seemed mixed, at best.”\n\n“I never read the reviews,” she lied. A bad date at a shitty restaurant meant she wouldn’t have to ruin one of her favorite places. “I don’t trust the numbers. If you’ve never had it, do you mind if I order for both of us?”\n\n“Be my guest.”\n\nSharon took the order form and a pencil from the center of the table and wrote their order in Chinese, then marked it with ticks to indicate quantity. “*Xièxiè*,” she said to the waiter, handing him the sheet. Dave looked at her smokey eyes with a surprised expression.\n\n“You don’t look Chinese,” he said. “How did you know all that?”\n\n“I don’t want to bore you with all the details, but I’ve spent a lot of time with all sorts of people...for work, mind you.”\n\n“What do you do, if you don’t mind me asking? You look like a model. Maybe an international spy?”\n\nSharon could smell his mixture of excitement and envy from her side of the table. “I’m a concierge at the W. What about you?” She watched his chest inflate and the aura of pride radiate from his face. \n\n“I’m an associate professor at Columbia. Biochemistry.” \n\n“Oh, how interesting, what’s that like?”\n\nBefore he could answer, they both turned their heads to the window as they heard the glass rattle. A man in tattered clothes stared at her with desperate, puffy eyes. “Sharon!” he exclaimed. “Sharon, I *need* you!” \n\nDave looked back at her with slight revulsion. “Do you know that guy?”\n\n*Ugh, Ralph Emerson* she thought, looking through the window. It must have been a month since she had tasted him, and the last time was a disaster. Sharon didn’t *want* to take the last of him, but Ralph seemed determined to give it away. “Will you excuse me?” she said, standing up. Sharon towered over Dave and sauntered out the door. He watched her through the window as the bum hugged her and she simply stood there, looking at the sky. He couldn’t hear what she said, but the man let go and followed her away from the restaurant. Sharon returned alone just as their food was placed on their table.\n\n“What was *that* all about?” he asked. \n\n“I don’t know, honestly,” Sharon replied. “He used to be a nice guy from work but then he became clingy. Up until now, I haven’t seen him in a month.” \n\n“Where did he go? Like, just now.”\n\n“He left, again. I don’t think he’ll come back.”\n\n“Why, what did you do to him?” Dave steepled his fingers over the plate of *siu mai*. “Tell me all your secrets,” he hissed.\n\n“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” she sighed. “In my line of work, sometimes I do a little, *extra* for our clientele.”\n\n“Are you a hooker?” he asked too loudly. \n\n“Not exactly. I have certain needs, needs that can only be satisfied by men, and *Ralph* over there was a friend who helped me out, and then *after*, wanted to help himself to something more.”\n\nDave stabbed a dumpling with a fork and held it to his mouth without biting. He licked his lips and summoned all his courage before asking, “What kind of needs are we talking about?”\n\nSharon’s eyes turned pitch black and Dave saw himself reflected in them. She leaned over his dumpling and whispered, “*Sexual* needs, Dave.” Sharon slowly wrapped her lips around his food and pulled it clean off of his fork. She leaned back in her chair and smiled as her eyes returned to their human form. “But that’s part of my job, Dave. I don’t want to talk about it during off hours, if you don’t mind.”\n\n“Fuck that,” he said with a wild-eyed expression. “I want to hear stories! How many men have you slept with? Ten? Twenty? A hundred? What’s your favorite position? Do you like dirty talk?” \n\nHis mouth ran a mile a minute and Sharon let him babble while she continued to eat. Talking shop with normals was *tedious*. The taro pancake was a little too dry for her liking, but the soup dumpling was hot and unctuous. *Two out of three isn’t bad*, she thought as she chewed. “Look Dave,” she started as he took a breath, “this date isn’t working out, I’m going to leave you some cash to split the check, okay?” Sharon opened her black clutch and Dave grabbed her hand.\n\n“No!” he exclaimed, holding her hand more tightly. “You *have* to stay.” \n\nSharon calmly rose to her feet and cast a shadow over him. “I don’t *have* to do **anything**, Dave.” She had to admit, watching him cower made him look desirable. He trembled below her, unable to move his body, as his big brain and little brain fought for control. Sharon frowned impatiently and wrenched her hand free. She started to walk away when Dave called out.\n\n“Please!” he begged. “I just want to know more about you, I promise.”\n\nSharon squinted at him for a moment. “Follow me.” She headed for the door and heard his chair scrape against the floor. They walked down the block until Sharon turned into an alley. The ground was angled on both sides so that water and other liquids pooled to the center before falling down an old grate. \n\nDave looked around at the windowless brick buildings surrounding them and followed her deeper into the alley, where the street lights couldn’t reach. Sharon faced him in the darkness and her eyes glowed red. He was mesmerized, transfixed by her perfect face, but felt something hot, and slick, sliding up his pant leg. Dave’s cock awoke and began to stiffen against his clothes. \n\n“Curiosity is a dangerous thing, Dave,” she said. Sharon’s tail found his cock and coiled around it, eliciting low groans as he tried to stay standing. She squatted in front of him, eyes leveled at his belly and unbuttoned his pants. “My my, what do you have for me?”\n\nDave mumbled incoherently as she held his balls. His cock twitched and grew unnaturally larger, until it slapped itself against his belly. Pre-cum dribbled from his head and collected under it until it rained onto the asphalt. Sharon locked eyes with him as she lowered her mouth over his cock.\n\n“Oh, ff-fuck…” he uttered. His eyes were half open and rolled back as he lost his mind to his pleasure. Her mouth felt like a hot day at the beach and skiing down an avalanche at the same time. Dave’s muscles clenched as he tried to hold back.\n\nSharon lifted off his cock with a *pop* and squeezed his balls. “Don’t,” she said, “don’t hold back. It doesn’t taste the same.” She sucked his cock harder and began to drain his essence. \n\nDave couldn’t talk, couldn’t see, and then couldn’t feel anything. He felt a flash of lightning run through his body and he screamed, finally gaining his sight. He looked down at her, still sliding his cock up and down her throat, but it looked different. He was floating up. Dave could make out the figure of another man, laying still against the wall behind them as he rose above the buildings. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at the horizon. “Why is the moon red?”\n\n*That’s how it looks… at least to the damned*, he heard Sharon say in his mind. \n\nSharon let Dave go and wiped her face with her fingers, savoring each thick glob. She watched him drift away like an untethered balloon, then regretted having the taro pancake. *Maybe coffee next time*, she thought, then walked into the darkness.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Fucking the embodiment of a subreddit.
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"content": "Hurley read, then re-read the text message from Greta. `One last pub crawl, for old time’s sake.` “I can’t fucking believe it,” he muttered. The ink was still drying on their divorce papers and she was reaching out, to drink of all things. \n\nHe decided to call her. The phone connected and all he could hear was the loud but unmistakable sound of the shitty faux-Irish bar, Grady’s. Greta shouted over it, “Commme ooouuut Hurley! Woooo!”\n\n“Jesus, you’re already a wreck,” he growled. “I’m not coming, I just wanted to tell you-”\n\n“Tell me that you love me!” she yelled. \n\n“Wh-what? No! You’re drunk Greta, call a cab and go home.”\n\nGreta’s voice sounded fainter and he heard, “Hold on, hold on.” The phone line crackled and popped, as if she dropped the phone on the floor. When she came back on, she whispered, “I wasn’t talking to *you*.” \n\n“Greta,” he sighed, “just be safe, okay. Don’t do anything stupid.”\n\n“*You* don’t get to tell me anything anymore, dumbass. Stop being such a fucking boyscout. You suck at it,” she snapped. \n\n“Greta, I’m just trying to do the right thing.” Hurley pinched the corners of his eyes as he remembered how they both got into so much trouble with alcohol. “Besides, you called me.”\n\n“Yeah, and I’m regretting that decision.” There was a pregnant pause before she spoke again. “Heather and Julie bailed on me. Fucking pussies. I’m alone, Hurley. I’m so alone.”\n\n“Go *home*, Greta,” he pleaded. \n\n“I don’t wanna. It still reminds me of you. I still have a box of your shit in the closet, did you know that? You could...you could take me back...take me back home to our old house.”\n\n“It’s *your* house now, Greta. Remember? The court ruling was very specific about that.” Hurley imagined how his ex-wife’s night would get progressively worse if he didn’t intervene. “Okay, Greta. You win, I’ll pick you up in ten minutes.”\n\n“My hero,” she slurred then hung up.\n\n“Just pick her up and get her inside,” he told himself. “Let her sleep it off. What could go wrong?” Hurley arrived at the noisy bar and found Greta in a booth with empty shot glasses on the table. She wore green sunglasses with the word “PADDY” written on the lenses. When he sat down, Greta woke up with a jolt.\n\n“Fuck, dude, you scared me,” she said, inspecting each glass for unfinished remnants. \n\n“How many have you had?” he asked. \n\n“Here? Or all night?” she replied. “Do you want to be proud, scared, or both?”\n\n“Come on Greta,” he said, taking her hand. “I have the car warmed up and everything. Let’s go.”\n\n“Hold on. The tab.” She opened her purse and carelessly rifled through it.\n\n“I’ll take care of it.” Hurley walked to the bartender and pointed back at the booth. “I’m uh, I’m with her. Can I settle up?” When he received the bill, his jaw dropped. “Three hundred dollars?”\n\n“She bought rounds for everybody,” the bartender said. “Lot’s of them. I was going to call a cab but she said she could get a ride. I guess that’s you.“\n\n“Yeah, thanks.” Hurley paid the bill and found Greta wobbling at the door. A young man slid off his barstool and approached her.\n\n“Hey baby, where are you going?” he asked, draping his arm over her shoulder. “Aren’t you staying to party? Let’s do more shots.”\n\n“She’s had enough,” Hurley interceded. “Let her go.” When he didn’t, Hurley got in between them and pointed Greta to the door.\n\n“Fuck you, dipshit!” Hurley didn’t see the sucker punch but he felt the sharp pain in the back of his head. Hurley stopped and faced the aggressor. \n\n“You want to try that to my face, you maggot?” Hurley snarled. He relaxed his body and waited for his next move. He didn’t have to wait long. The drunk telegraphed a right hook that Hurley easily dodged and sidled closer, next to his exposed ribcage. Hurley’s fist connected to his side and the man collapsed on the floor. \n\n“Get out!” the bartender shouted. “You three, are eighty-sixed! Get the fuck out.”\n\nHurley collected Greta and entered the cold night. She draped her arm around his hip and nuzzled into his chest. “You’re still a fucking boy scout. Do you want to stay the night?”\n\nHurley looked up at the stars for guidance, watching his breath vaporize above him. “Yeah, Greta, I do.” \n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The monster under your bed has managed to tunnel through your mattress. You realize this when they begin to lick your thigh, drawing closer to your crotch.
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"content": "NOTE: dark, noncon\n\n***\nWhen she came home from work, Faith noticed a large box at her Mom’s doorstep, addressed to her. “What’s this?” she asked, pushing the box over the threshold. \n\n“Well, I thought since you were complaining about the bed, that maybe you could use a new mattress. It’s from one of those podcasts you like.” Her mom struggled with a plastic shopping bag, but placed it next to the box. “I also got you this.”\n\n“A weighted blanket?”\n\n“It’s for anxiety. I read it in Dr. Oz’s magazine, and since you were having trouble sleeping, I thought, why not. There's one for you, and one for Jeanie in there.” She couldn’t read Faith’s expression, still staring at the packages on the floor.\n\nFaith hugged her mom, resting her head on her shoulder. “Thanks mom.” She left the bag on the floor, then pushed the box down to her room. The mattress was gone, and her linens were folded neatly in a laundry basket. She took the opportunity to look under the bed, but only saw clean hardwood. *Mom must have swept*, she thought. Faith opened the box and pulled out the shrink wrapped mattress and laid it out on the box spring frame. It looked old and decrepit, full of deep wrinkles and odd lumps, but Faith could just barely make out signs of movement as the foam expanded.\n\nFaith brought the folded box outside and found her mom on the patio, nursing a bottle of Merlot. “It says it needs to air out for a day,” Faith said. “I guess I can sleep on the couch for a night. Can I have a glass?”\n\nHer mom poured her a generous serving. Sometimes, Faith found it easier to drink with her mom instead of talking to her. After the bottle was drained, Faith opened another. By dinner time, neither felt very hungry.\n\n“Where’s Jeanie?” Faith asked. \n\n“Sleepover. It’s just you and me tonight. Do you want to watch a movie?”\n\n*You, me, and Mr. Grunyon*, Faith thought. “Sure, let’s see what’s on.”\n\nThey settled on the couch and started an old movie about a cat and a pug. Faith couldn’t tell if it was the wine, but she could have sworn they were speaking with British accents. Her eyelids became heavy and she felt her mom’s warm lap against her cheek, the TV lights flickering over her face. Faith didn’t notice when her mom got up to go to bed, only waking when she heard a soft thump coming from her room. \n\n“Oooz ‘eeere,” she overheard him say in his low, syrupy voice. \n\nFaith sat up on the couch and her head began to spin, as if her brain sloshed inside her skull. *It’s Mr. Grunyon.* She slid off the couch and slowly, silently walked towards her open bedroom door, but stayed in the hallway. As her eyes began to focus in the darkness, she could make out shadows on the floor, coming from her room; something large. \n\n“Oooz in ‘er bed, wot without sheets now. Did you forget the rules, luv?”\n\nFaith heard her mother’s incoherent voice. She looked straight ahead, into her mom’s room. The bed was still made. “Mmm, Charlie…” her mom moaned. “In your daughter’s own room, you dog.” \n\nShe was afraid to look in. For years, Faith kept Mr. Grunyon at bay with her bedsheets, the number one deterrent against underbed monsters. She didn’t even know what he looked like. Faith’s heart began to race as the low growl became louder. \n\n“Charlie...Charles...not there, not yet...oh god!” her mom screamed. Panic struck Faith’s heart. She felt it pumping out of her chest and she froze herself against the wall. Her mom’s scream faded to yelps, then heavy panting. \n\nFaith inched her way to the door, then closed her eyes tightly. There were things in this world that Faith knew had to exist, but that she didn’t need to see, never wanted to see. She gripped the doorjamb and summoned all her courage to take the final step and open her eyes.\n\n“Mr. Grunyon!” Faith shouted, “get away from her!” \n\nThe beast was horrific, like a furless bear with a horse’s head. Its black paws had pinned her mother’s legs to her shoulders and it had buried it’s nuzzle deep into her mom’s hairy pussy. Mr. Grunyon’s own phallus was throbbing, desperate for attention. He turned his head and whipped some of her mom’s juices into her face, and Faith screamed. She grabbed her linens from the basket and in one swift motion, unfurled it over her mom’s body. \n\nMr. Grunyon howled as the blanket edges burned into his paws. He fell backwards off the bed, tumbling into the closet door, taking it off the hinges. \n\nFaith ran to her mom and tried to wake her up. “Mom! Mom! You have to go to your bed!”\n\n“Mmm, but your father...he was just here…” she mumbled. Faith wrapped the bedsheet over her head and pulled her off the mattress. Mr. Grunyon was still reeling on the floor, but she could see his paws growing back.\n\nThey hobbled down the hallway into her mom’s room and Faith tore the duvet off the bed. Her mom finally opened her eyes and cupped Faith’s cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered, before dozing again, her head on her own pillow. Faith tucked her in and closed the door behind her. \n\n“Oooz been a bad girl,” she heard from her room. “Oooz been stayin up late again.” \n\nFaith realized that her sheets were now in her mom’s room. Sheets. *The weighted blanket!* Faith ran to the living room and found the plastic bag. She heard heavy footfalls as she unzipped the packaging and struggled to unfold the heavy fabric. “Come on, come on!” she yelled as she strained to lift it. Faith grabbed an edge and jumped onto the couch. She pulled it over her hot face and waited. All she could hear were her own breaths in the dark pocket. \n\nHe was right next to her ear, on the other side of the blanket. “Oooz ‘ere now, luv. Mr. Grunyon’s come avisitin.” She felt him press on her shins, sliding his paw down to her tucked-in feet. “No piggies out tonight, luv. Toooo bad.” His arm pushed down on the blanket between her legs, spreading her under it. \n\n“You can’t touch me, Mr. Grunyon,” she cried. “Go away!”\n\n“Aw luv, we was just playin. Your mum seemed game.”\n\n“Go. Away! You can’t do anything while I’m under my blanket. That’s the rule.”\n\n“I know the rules, luv. But I know something else.” Mr. Grunyon peeled the edge of the blanket from Faith’s horrified face and stared at her, nostrils flaring over his equine smile. “That ain't your blanket.”\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While going trough your grandmoms basement, you and your best friend Sophia find an old looking book filled with what looks like witchcraft and spells...
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"content": "My name is Lucy Sparks, and my best friend is Sophia Baldwin, we’re 18 from Surrey in England and we’ve been best friends since birth. \n\nWe were born on the same day, in the same hospital at the same time. Our mothers were in neighbouring beds. So, when both we arrived, the in-joke was that we were twins. Our parents have stayed friends ever since, and Sophia and I have been best friends. We do everything together. \n\nMy little story starts a week after our 18th birthday. My Grandmother has been unwell for a while, and she sadly passed away. In her will, she left me her house! I was the only grandchild and she thought it was a great step in the ladder for me. I couldn’t believe it. \n\nI immediately asked Sophia to come be my room mate and she readily agreed. We did everything together. So, fast forward a few weeks and we were moving our bits in. My parents had helped us out with getting the place re-decorated, and furnished with a ton of Ikea furniture. \n\nSo, we are in and on the first day we hear a strange rattling from the pantry. Weird. We go to investigate, “it’s probably just a draft knocking something”, Lucy says. She’s the brave one. And we discover a hatch beneath a rug!\n\nIt’s rattling. There’s a draft probably from beneath. Sophia finds an old brass ring on the hatch and pulls it open. There’s a ladder. \n\nCasting fear aside, we descend into the darkness. We find a light switch and we’re bathed in light. Feeling relatively safe now, because it’s just my grandma’s old things. Photo albums and whatnot. \n\nWe spend hours going through photos and letters from my grandma and it’s beautiful, when Sophia finds a big, black leather book. It looks so old. \n\nWe turn the pages and it starts to flip by itself, as if taken by wind or something. It lands on page 69, and the writing is barely legible. \n\nIt was hard to read, but Sophia manages to decipher it, and she just mumbles it all out loud. \n\n“The geminate born on the sabbath, under a blood moon, shall behave like whores. \nSeek what your heart desires most and it shall be yours.”\n\nThat’s when my eyes glazed over. I knew what was happening, but I felt like I had no control at all. I heard Sophia’s voice, but the sound was like it came from inside my head. And I just had the most incredible urge to listen to it. \n\nThe voice spoke again, but I could see she wasn’t moving her lips: “stand up and take off your top”\n\nI complied, not knowing why, but the thought to not conform never crossed my mind. I removed my t-shirt and bra quickly. \n\n“Now your jeans and panties” the voice commanded \n\nAgain, I remember wondering why I was doing this, but I had no intention of disobeying. I stripped naked and stood waiting. \n\n“Lie down on your back and spread your legs. Feet together. Show me your hot cunt!”\n\nI spread myself open and she watched me eagerly. Excitement was flooding my body. My pussy was wet and aching. \n\n“This is going to be so much fun” the voice said, as Sophia lent her head down towards my soaking cunt..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At her new workplace, humiliating tasks are given out to those who under perform or make mistakes. She didn't know this beforehand, but she really needs the money.
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"content": "“What the fuck do you mean ‘take out my tits’!?” Becky said as he boss reached under his desk. He pulled out the contract she signed and flipped to the back page. He pointed out the clause reading how she “consents to any brand of punishment due to any sort of perceived failing. Refusal to do so shall lead to use of force. Refusal and resistance shall be met with termination of contract and potential lawsuit.”\n\nBy the time Becky finished reading, she realized the boss had been counting down on his fingers. He was down to two. Then one. And before Becky could say something she felt one of the security guards grab her from behind and wrestle her to her knees. The guard sat on her ankles while pinning her arms back, forcing her large, ivory breasts to press against the fabric, straining the buttons. Her shouts got louder and turned to pleading when the boss pulled a box cutter from his drawer. He then leaned over and carefully cut down her shirt, splitting the bra on its way, all the way to her waist without so much as leaving a mark on her skin. After putting away the box cutter, the boss pushed open her shirt, revealing her breasts fully. He held them like he was weighing fruit and gave a few squeezes, finally nodding as if approving of their natural size. Then he fingers moved to her nipples, tweaking and teasing until they were standing out.\nThe security guard shuffled her forward until her stomach was against the desk, tits resting on top. When the boss pulled out a pair of spring-loaded clamps with a chain connecting them as well as a second chain dangling from each, she pleaded for him to stop. He didn’t. Becky squealed as the clamps squeezed her nipples. Then the boss grabbed the second set of chains and attached them to something under his desk. What Becky couldn’t see was the winch-like system he had attached the chains to. As he cranked the shaft, it pulled her breasts forward, her nipples stretching. She squealed and begged him to stop, but he only did once the clamps seemed to begin to slide off instead of pulling the nipples. With her tits spread out on his desk, leaving only about a quarter of it to go, she begged him to stop when he reached until his desk again. At first she was relieved when he didn’t stretch her breasts further, but that dissipated when she saw him pull out a large rubber stamp and a red ink pad. Ignoring her, he wet the stamp and slammed it on the middle of her left tit. She howled in pain. After she recovered, she saw the word ‘SLUT’ staring back at her on her own tit. She was so appalled, she didn’t realize he was wetting the stamp again until he repeated the action on her right tit. Once she recovered, the boss rose and opened up a secret compartment behind him.\nBecky was too shocked to scream as she stared at the assortment of outfits, plugs, belts, crops, dildos, and so many other devices she didn’t recognize and could only image their use. \nFinally, the boss spoke. “This was your first and only warning. If you are late again, you will be punished.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The handcuffs clicked with a satisfying finality as her weekend plans locked into position. Plans cleared and roommate for for the weekend everything was set for a self indulgent weekend of self bondage.
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"content": "A smile grew on Abigail's face with each click of the second cuff tightening around her wrist, sealing her fate in a manner that truly excited her. She tugged gently against the chain connecting the two cuffs on her wrists behind her back, careful not to pull too hard so there wouldn't be any deep marks left from the metal's embrace. She'd definitely learned from last time: forced to resort to a sweater in the blazing summer heat to cover up the evidence. It was quite difficult to explain such an odd seasonal clothing choice away, and more difficult to get everyone to buy said stories. She swore that her roommate, Megan, already had her suspicions with the constant innuendos she remarked like \"don't get *too* tied up at work!\" and \"sometimes I wish I could gag you, ya know?\". The last thing she wanted to happen was to be caught in this... interest of hers. \n\nHer struggles extended to the rest of her body, bound by her own hand with the tools that were relatively inconspicuous in any apartment. Strips of duct tape bound Abigail's legs together on the kitchen table's chair, pinning her ankles, knees and thighs together in particular. Of course she'd prepared her vibrator before hand, the wand now trapped between her bare thighs buzzing away mercilessly and unstoppably at her crotch which already had started to dampen her panties. She would desperately shake her lower body inward to try and enhance the vibrations, her efforts eliciting thrilled and lustful moans from the lips that were covered with a few tight rolls of the tape, and when combined with the cloth stuffed in her mouth they reduced the sounds to nothing more than a submissive purr.\n\nA few rolls of tape focused around the back of the chair and her belly and waist ensured that her struggled would be confined to the chair and the chair only. Her only realistic manner of escape was to unlock the cuffs with the key that she tightly grasped within her hand, knowing that if she were to drop it she was in for a very, very goo- No, bad time! She prayed that she wouldn't get so horny that dropping the key to the tiled floor far away from her grasp intentionally would begin to sound like a good idea. Though with the way her heart faced with excitement, the warmth in her crotch fueled by the vibrations and the dopamine her brain overflowed with, that might be an inevitability. She enjoyed \"testing\" her bonds the most, struggling as hard as she could against the sticky clinch each piece of tape held her in, throwing her full force against it only to be simply too weak to even loosen a single bond a little. It was... freeing in an odd way, to be rid of stress and no choice but to struggle, though for as long as she held the key in her hand it was merely an illusion. \n\nThe vibrations kicking up a notch distracted Abigail from thoughts other than lust. They pounded at her with an flaming intensity that was growing into an uncontrollable fire, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her breathing began to heavy, filled with passion, her body beginning to jolt and shake in response. The way she involuntarily struggled against her bonds now in response to the fierce sensations flowing through her body only added to her excitement, to her pleasure, and brought her so... damn... close..!\n\nShe exploded into a world of ecstasy, her head arching back against the chair as her moans, shaking and pleasure all reached a climax with her. The deep breaths Abigail took to try to recover were immediately hindered by the unrelenting vibrations, not stopping for even a moment to give a chance to rest. She was already readying herself for the next orgasm despite hardly being prepared when-\n\nA jingling sound from the other side of the apartment's door caught her attention in its entirety. Those were... keys... but... that could only be Megan, and she should be gone for the weekend at her parent's! Her struggles turned real for the first time today, taking the key still luckily in her hand and hopelessly fumbling with the cuff's lock-\n\nThe door swung open to reveal Abigail's roommate. Her sudden entrance was immediately halted by the sight of the bound woman, her face extremely red as the two shared a elongated stare. Megan scanned around the rest of the apartment, her first thought to confirm that there hadn't been a break and entry or something of that nature. But when she realized that the silence between them was being filled by an unmistakable buzzing between Abigail's thighs...\n\nShe turned around for only a moment to slam and lock the door shut. When she turned back around and Abigail saw her face once again, a devious smile overtook it.\n\n\"Abi, Abi, Abi...\" She strutted towards the bound girl who had her attention on nothing but her roommate. \"This is... a small surprise. I had suspicions, but I didn't expect you to be so into this you'd go ahead and tie yourself up the moment I left.\" Megan sat herself onto the lap of her roommate, jumping up for a moment as the vibrations were felt in her own crotch, but she slowly sunk back down into the seat. \"Mom called me halfway on the drive up and told me they were sick and insisted me not to come. A bit of a bummer, but...\" She shifted her body a little closer to Abigail's, finally noticing the fiddling behind her back with the keys.\n\n\"Don't get yourself in a panic, Abi! I'm not gonna take pictures, or tell anyone or anything.\" That didn't seem to subside her roommate's attempts at escape, that were foiled by her excessively shaking hands that struggled to fit the key in its hole. \n\n\"Look, I'll give you something juicy about me that you can hold as collateral. It's... that...\" Now she was the one getting a bit embarrassed. \"I think this is, uh, pretty... hot. You--bound like this, I mean.\" She looked away awkwardly for a moment, but when Abigail's struggling ceased and her stare became intently focused on Megan, her confident attitude returned.\n\n\"So, if you're interested in... a mutually beneficial arrangement then...\" Megan stood up and walked behind the chair that had entrapped her roommate. She kneeled down, and placed her open hand under the one of Abigail's that still firmly held the key to her cuffs. \n\n\"...you could drop it. And if not, then we'll just pretend this never happened.\" Megan finished. It rested still in Abigail's hand for consideration. \n\nBut a moment, was all she needed to decide."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Write the story of two friends who have the opposite personalities compared to their body types: one girl is petite and a little pudgy, but is social butterfly and a hard-drinking party girl, while the other girl is slim, stacked, and beautiful, but is a shy introvert who wears glasses.
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"content": "People always got it mixed up. They see me, big boobs, big ass, wide hips, pouty lips, long blonde hair, and the glasses and think, “that there’s a party gal. Totally DTF.” They see Gabby, with her smaller stature, her slightly chubby face, and think, “she’s probably a virgin.”\n\nWell, they couldn’t be further off. Here’s an M. Knight Shyamalan style twist for you: I’m the virgin. She’s the slut. That’s not me insulting her. Those are her own words. Hell, that’s how she introduces us when we got out to clubs. And it never fails to make me feel awkward.\n\nPeople have always said, “guys must be flocking to you.” And they did. I just didn’t know what to say to them. Or girls. People made me nervous. Gabby is pretty much the only person not related to me that I could talk to.\n\nGabby was always dragging me to clubs, trying to get me into skimpy outfits and grind on someone, and then take them home to, in her words, fuck their brains out.” I appreciated the effort, but it just wasn’t me, despite what Hollywood tried to tell people in their dumb rom coms. \n\nTruthfully, I just wanted to stay home an read. I could read just about anything. Science texts books horror, Victorian romance, smut. Didn’t matter what it was, I devoured it. I just couldn’t read people’s body language. \n\nSo I found myself on another Friday night after work, sitting on the couch of our apartment, my hands rubbing my knees while the guy I’d brought home tried not to notice how Gabby was straddling some tall beefy guy she’d managed to ensnare. Poor guy couldn’ keep up with Gabby’s erratic kisses—jumping from lips to neck, throwing in some hickies here and there, grinding against his jeans, breathing softly into his ear, telling him how wet she was.\n\nI could feel myself blushing. I felt the pressure was on. The guy, Liam, was nice about it. He tried to converse with me. Unfortunately, I’m just as bad at talking as I am with the casual encounters. \n\n“I think I should maybe turn in,” I said, getting to my feet and putting out my hand. “It was nice to meet you.”\n\nHe looked at me, surprised. Then, awkwardly, took my hand and shook it. I scurried to my room, shut my door, and hid under the covers.\n\nSometime later, when I was sure Liam had gone, and that Gabby has dragged her latest conquest to her little den of debauchery, I walked in on the three of them naked, Liam with his penis in her mouth, the other guy—Dennis, I think?—pumping into her from behind. \n\nI jumped back into my room, certain they hadn’t seen me. I was breathing heavily, trying to purge the image from my mind. But, try as I may, I couldn’t erase the sight of Gabby, 5 foot nothing, with her small breasts out, her pudge showing, bucking her hips against some thick, muscled guy on one end, and sucking on the penis of a second guy.\n\nHow did she do it? How did she snag one guy, let alone two? And why was I so aroused all of a sudden?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Your shapeshifter wife sneaks into the hospital to comfort you.
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"content": "The sterile white glow of a brightly lit hospital room was the first thing to greet me after I woke up.\n\nThe second was an immense pain emanating across my body. My hands hurt, my legs hurt, my chest, my head... everything was sore and buzzing with a dull yet persistent pain.\n\nAnd that was with the anesthesia plugged into my veins. The pain I felt was likely a fraction of what my nerves could really experience.\n\nMy mind was hazy, as I was focusing on the pain currently gripping my body, but a series of flashes trickled into my mind. I remembered what exactly put me into this hospital bed.\n\nI tried not to dwell on it. The thought would just make me angry and strain my mind.\n\n\"Ah, Mr Hadley, glad to see that you're awake so early.\"\n\nI looked over, groggily focusing on the elf man holding a clipboard and pen in his hands.\n\n\"You're pretty lucky, most humans... well they dont often survive direct lighting strikes. Though, I think you'll be happy to hear the suspect who cast it at you was apprehended.\"\n\nI nod, the fact bringing me some semblance of satisfaction.\n\n\"Fortunately, the voltage was too low to seriously damage any vital organs... it did leave a nasty burn on you, but that's nothing an elixir prescription cant solve.\" He smiled.\n\n\"All and all, you'll be making a full recovery, minimal scarring. For now, it's time to rest...\"\n\nIn the middle of that sentence, his voice changed, faded into a tone more feminine. Until his voice became a familiar melodious hum. The elven doctor suddenly caught fire, bursting into a blaze of purple fire. The light blinded me, and I shut my eyelids tightly in response.\n\n\"...and let your wife heal your aching body.\"\n\nI opened my eyes, and there appeared a familiar face. At least, one of them. It was Miikka, my mimic wife, equipping her every day attire of a busty raven-haired woman with enchantingly soft blue eyes.\n\nMy eyes moistened with relief, happiness and all sorts of emotions! I wanted to excitedly shout her name, but was cut short by a finger on my lips and a hand groping my crotch. \"Quiet darling! Let's not disturb the other patients.\"\n\nI settled down, grunting from the pain that pushed me down anyway. Miikka climbed into my bed, hovering over me with that skimpy white nurse outfit of hers that had also morphed from the doctor's suit.\n\n\"Oh my, darling... I'm so glad you're okay. I... heard from the doctor about what happened. You must be hurting really bad.\"\n\nShe crawled up to me until her lips were hovering above mine, parted by her long serpentine tongue. One of her favorite tricks, showing off her taster with a small puff of purple fire. Warm and wet, her tongue graced my nipple, then trailed up my neck and chin. It inched towards my lips before she recalled it. The purple glow in her eyes signaling it changed shape.\n\n\"But I'm here now, and I'll do a better job at easing your suffering than that nasty medication.\"\n\nShe finally exchanged a kiss with me, a wild, excited smooch that I could tell she was anxiously waiting to offer me.\n\nWe drew away from a long kiss to proceed to her most effective method of treatment. She turned her body around and fished out my cock from the hospital bed sheets.\n\nHer ass was staring me down in this position. Her sopping wet cunt glistening and her pink anus eagerly quivering. And with another puff of lavender flames, a lengthy cock and hairless sack sprouted from thin air.\n\nJust as she gobbled down my pulsating shaft, I extended my tounge out and dragged it across her nethers. My flat taster slathered spit across her pussy, cradled and hugged her sack, and trail down her penis until I caught her pink crown in my lips.\n\nAs I took her rod into my tight humid throat, my fingers were busy toying with her cunt and ass. I dug into both those holes, eagerly shoving and pulling digits. With both our mouths occupied by dick, we settled into a nice rythm, matching each other's pace like the beat to a song.\n\nWe both mumbled and gagged the further our lips reached, both sloppily slurping up inches until we reached the base of the other's cock.\n\nEven with my determination to last longer this time, her mouth was just too good. Her shapeshifting abilities granting her the power to change the texture of her mouth at will. Thanks to that power, I didn't stand a chance.\n\nCum rocketed into her mouth as a blistering pace, blasting into her oral walls and sloshing into her throat.\n\nThe same happened to me, my mouth violently brimming with jizz I had no choice but to guzzle down happily.\n\n\"Has anyone seen doctor Valen?\" A voice called out, getting closer to my side of the room. She peeked in through the curtain.\n\n\"Hmm... he said he was going to visit this patient...\"\n\nMiikka peered out from under the sheets. Or rather, she had morphed into an additional bed sheet with a simple pair of circular eyes. Once the nurse was gone, she assumed her prior beautiful form.\n\n\"Close one!\" She sighs. \n\nMiikka pulls away the real blanket that covered up my lower body, her snake-like tounge slid over her lips. She had a gracious view of my asshole, shaven and dilating with anticipation of what was to come.\n\n\"Now... where were we?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sophia, a 19 year old geeky girl, and Annabelle, the popular girl with rich parents, are the total opposite of friends. But what happenes when they get stuck in an elevator for a couple of hours?
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"content": " \n\nAnnabelle Holtzman smoothly applied a fresh coat of pink lipstick and puckered for a selfie, as she strode through the hall of Holtzman dorm, her pink-Louboutin clad hooves stepping over boxes and around students, as she strode past the move-in day chaos. The cowgirl looked at her selfie. The lighting was just right for her creamy white skin, she had the cleavage of her massive breasts in frame, and she caught the angle just right to make her little, button nose look cute, but the blue in her eyes was a little washed out and, worst of all, her horns were partially out of frame. She’d just bought new horn ornaments, and she wanted to make sure that all of her followers could see the array of gold rings and chains that she’d used nearly a week’s allowance on.\n\nAnnabelle sighed. “Why does everything in life have to be so hard?” she asked, as she readied to take another photo. She set her wide hips into the perfect runway sway and bounced her boobs to get a few moments of video before she snapped a still. “Perfect!” she thought to herself. She was really pleased with how big, round and full her breasts looked. She was still checking it, as she walked into the elevator, when she bumped into something, the impact nearly making her drop her phone, as she stumbled toward the back of the cube.\n\nSophia Katztien had just dragged a folded up bed sheet full of her second-hand computer equipment into the elevator, and was holding the edges together trying to make sure nothing spilled out. Bent over, in the corner, her curly, dark hair nearly matching her black skirt and cardigan, the mousy little catgirl looked like nothing so much as another piece of furniture. Something jostled her from behind loosing her grip and making her spill a stack of hard drives across the floor. She cried out, as she knocked into the side of an overstuffed armchair, and she turned to see what had hit her. Her brown eyes focused in on a tall girl in the opposite corner of the elevator. She saw the other girl’s long, flowing mane of platinum-blonde hair and her gilded, white horns. Sophie’s heart sank instantly.\n\nAnnabelle turned to see what she’d nearly tripped over. “Oh. It’s you...” she said, narrowing her eyes at the scrawny little catgirl nerd that she recognized from high school. “What are you even doing here?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, “This elevator goes to the singles suites.”\n\nSophia sighed and started to pick up some of her things, not making eye contact with Annabelle. “My scholarship covers a suite, and they’re the only rooms with space to set up my equipment.” She shot a pointed glare at Annabelle, as the doors closed. “I’m guessing that your daddy made another donation to get you into the school at all though...”\n\nAnnabelle huffed, “My family goes to this University as a matter of tradition, besides which, I’m very qualified!”\n\n“Sure, I bet. Qualified to steal boyfriends and take selfies with them right in front of their girlfriends!” Sophie was getting angry.\n\nAnnabelle cocked a half-sneer. “As if! And maybe if you learned how to open a tube of lipstick, you could keep a boyfriend! Though he’d probably be done with these scraps pretty quickly,” she gestured toward Sophia’s flat bust and skinny figure, even draped in a loose cardigan and long skirt as it was.\n\nSophia crossed her arms, defensively, out of reflex, before she went back on the attack. “Oh! I bet you’d know all about getting done with things quickly,” she said, leaning forward as she pointed over the pink crop top containing Annabelle’s overblown bust, her bare midriff, and her tight, painted-on jeans. “You’re just an all-you-can-eat buffet, aren’t you! Take your fill! One cheap price!”\n\nAnnabelle gasped. Her eyes lighting up with indignance. “Oh, you can bet Trevor got all he could eat!”\n\n“Oh! You slutty cow!” Sophia shouted.\n\n“Felis Nerdus,” Annabelle taunted back with Sophia’s highs school nickname.\n\n“Oh my god! Don’t you dare spread that around here!” Sophie shrieked, remembering the memes that had gone around last year. “I...”\n\nShe was cut off, as the elevator suddenly stopped, and the lights went out. Both girls held onto the walls, in silence, the shock of the situation dissipating their anger into fear and confusion.\n\n“What was that?” Annabelle asked, after a moment.\n\n“The elevator stopped..” Sophia half-whispered.\n\n“Damn it, Daddy… I told you this building was too old!” Annabelle whined, to herself.\n\n“It’s okay…. It’ll start up again...” Sophia said, trying to calm herself as much as anything, hoping to keep her building sense of panic and claustrophobia at bay.\n\nIt was a long few minutes before the lights came partially back on. The girls spirits lifted, though only for a moment, as the elevator still didn’t move.\n\nIn the dim light of the tiny room, a voice came over the elevator’s intercom. “All right, the elevator’s been seeing a lot of heavy use over the last few days. Your situation seems stable, and we’ve got a crew on the way. Traffic as it is though, especially leading into campus, it may be a bit, before they arrive. Please stay where you are, and do not attempt to exit the elevator. It’ll be at least a few hours.”\n\n“A few hours?” Both girls cried out.\n\n“I can’t… wait that long...” Annabelle said.\n\n“I can’t stay in this box for hours!” Sophia yelled.\n\nThe intercom remained silent for a moment. “Help will be on the way as soon as possible. Please remain in place,” was all that it finally said.\n\nBoth girls groaned.\n\nAnnabelle tried to call her father, but she was getting frustratingly little cell signal. Even connecting to the internet was hardly worth trying, something that Sophia also noticed, as she too tried to busy herself on her phone. Sophia was sitting in the front left corner of the elevator, next to her stuff, her knees hugged to her and her eyes closed, breathing deliberately. Annabelle had mostly camped out in the opposite corner at the rear, though she had taken to pacing back and forth the two or so steps that she could manage, after the first hour.\n\n“Please stop walking around. You’re shaking it,” Sophia said, her voice quiet.\n\n“I’m not shaking anything!” Annabelle said, and rolled her shoulders. “I just need to keep my mind off of…” she trailed off, but her arms seemed to move involuntarily, as if to squeeze her breasts together, and she was clearly struggling to keep her hands off of them. She straightened her back and shimmied, her huge tits seeming to sway rather heavily. “I just need to… Mmhh… keep my mind occupied,” she said, as she started to pace again.\n\n“Please stop walking! You’re shaking it!” Sophia practically shouted, fear clear in her voice.\n\nAnnabelle looked at the catgirl oddly, a hint of actual concern in her expression. “O… kay,” she said, as she carefully made her way back to her corner, sinking to the floor. Annabelle sat with her legs splayed, watching Sophia for a bit. The other girl was clearly in fear. “Are you okay?” she asked, as gently as she could.\n\nSophia scrunched up her face, and then, with just one eye open, she looked over at Annabelle. “I don’t… I don’t like being closed into things!” She whispered.\n\nThe blonde’s expression softened. “That’s… that’s okay. That’s normal. We’ll get out of here soon enough.”\n\nSophia took what comfort from the reassurance that she could. “I… I hope so,” she said, taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself. She could swear that the air was starting to smell like cream, but she decided not to say anything."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Ice cream, you scream, we all scream, it's awkward.
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"content": "For u/Dwarfinator1, who wanted \"Rocky Road.\"\n***\n\nAdriana stepped out of the locker room and was surprised to find that the public bathhouse was integrated. She immediately felt ashamed, as if she walked into a men's bathroom...naked. A wave of heat ran over her face and dark skin as she looked at *all the women*, peaceably enjoying a nice soak in hot waters.\n\n\"Adriana! Come here!\" Her friend Cindy waved her over from the edge of a swirling hot tub. Local rocks were used to decorate the edges to provide a naturalistic aesthetic. Adriana never noticed Cindy's freckles before, but it was hard to miss them now. \n\n\"Are...are you sure I'm allowed here?\" she asked, looking askance. \"Back home, most places are um...separate.\"\n\n\"Relax,\" Cindy said. \"This isn't back home. You're in a safe place. Come in, the water's fine.\"\n\nAdriana dipped a foot inside, then let it sink to the bottom. The bubbles tickled her skin and she giggled, her self-consciousness melting away. She dropped in her other leg, then sat in the shallow water. “Ahh, this does feel nice.”\n\n“This place is famous for its pumice gel,” Cindy said, holding a bottle. “It does wonders for the skin. Want some?”\n\n“Mhmm.” Adriana was so relaxed, she’d agree to anything. Cindy held the bottle high and slowly drizzled the creamy white scrub on Adriana’s shoulders. “Wow, it smells like marshmallows.”\n\n“Divine, isn’t it? So luxurious. Just wait till I spread it around.” \n\nAdriana felt Cindy’s legs straddle behind her and warm fingers moved in slow circles over her shoulders. The cream felt smooth and bubbly, gently scrubbing her skin around her neck, her collar, then lower. “Oh!” \n\n“Oh, I’m sorry,” Cindy said, “that was too much.”\n\nAdriana shook her head and found Cindy’s hand under water. She brought it back to her breast, where Cindy had brushed her nipple, and guided her fingers again. Their fingers wove together and Adriana leaned back, enjoying the play. She pinched her other nipple and moaned, turning her head to kiss her friend. “Use your other hand, please,” she whispered.\n\nCindy was happy to oblige."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've just been possessed by a spirit... A very horny spirit.
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"content": "I woke up in the middle of the night, my hand stroking my shaft of its own accord.\n\n*What the...*\n\n\"Oh, you're awake,\" my voice said, conversationally. \"Hope you don't mind. I happened to find myself in your body, and I don't sleep. Hope I didn't disturb you.\"\n\n*What the hell is going on?* I asked. I felt panicked, but I don't know if that was conveyed properly to...myself...Apparently, I could only \"speak\" with my thoughts.\n\n\"Don't be worried,\" my own voiced assured me. The whole time, I was still masturbating. \"I usually leave the body once I come. I'll be out of your hair soon.\"\n\n*Just who the hell are you?* I demanded. \n\n\"Oh! Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is--well, I guess *was* Sally Jameson. I'm a ghost.\"\n\n*A ghost.*\n\n\"A ghost,\" I repeated.\n\n*Named Sally Jameson?*\n\n\"Yessir.\"\n\n*Tell me Sally, why are you giving me a handjob with my own hand?*\n\n\"Well, hang on now,\" *Sally* said. \"You know my name, but I don't know yours.\"\n\n*You want to know my name?*\n\n\"Sure. I never get to talk to the owner of the body when I do this.\"\n\n*David...* I said, hesitantly. \n\n\"David what?\"\n\n*Speyer...* \n\n\"What is that, Speyer? Dutch?\"\n\n*German, I think. Look, could you maybe stop touching me, please? I feel a bit weird having someone else moving by body around. It's a bit...non-consensual.*\n\n\"Hey, my dude, I get it. If I were alive, I wouldn't want someone touching my bits either. Problem is, I can't leave unless I climax. I don't know *why*. My best guess is that I never got to, you know, *do it* when I was alive. I guess this is my unfinished business.\"\n\n*That happens to be MY business you're trying to finish, lady.*\n\n\"I understand, dude. But if you keep talking, I won't be able to do much finishing at all. Do you mind maybe not saying anything until I do?\"\n\n*I...ok.*\n\nI watched as Sally fiddled with my erect penis. Well...not so much watched as felt. We sat in almost total silence, except for the quiet grunts that escaped from me. \n\n\"Ahhhhh!\" Sally groaned. \"This isn't working. It feels weird with you watching.\"\n\n*YOU feel weird?! You're the one jerking ME off with my hand!*\n\n\"Like I said, the other person isn't usually awake...And I don't possess guys often. You're sort of my second one...\"\n\n*Ah. Guess you don't have much experience...*\n\n\"Am I gripping it too hard?\"\n\n*No, no. You're doing fine...It's just...well, most guys need stimuli to get off. Like a picture, or a video.*\n\n\"Ah! Should have realized. Where do you keep your phone?\"\n\n*I kind of needed it fully charged. Gotta be up for work in a few hours...*\n\n\"Well, unless you want me to go into work for you, you'll tell me where the phone is. Or a laptop. Something.\"\n\n*Fine. It's on the dresser.*\n\nShe fiddled about in the dark for a few seconds.\n\n*To your left...* I added.\n\nShe shuffled about on the bed and felt around for the iPhone. The slightest nudge turned it on. Sally unplugged the phone and typed reddit into the search engine.\n\n*Uh...Not pornhub?*\n\n\"I'm not a fan of the videos,\" she admitted. \"Too fake. Reddit is pretty much the best place for realistic porn.\"\n\nThat was fair. Honestly, I wasn't the biggest fan of pornography myself. The amateur stuff was alright, I suppose. Had the charm of *maybe* seeing someone you knew. But most of the videos, even in that category, were either over the top, or too poorly lit to be good wank material.\n\n\"You don't mind if I do it to pictures of other dudes, do you?\"\n\n*Uhhhhh…I guess not? If that's what it takes to get you out of me. Shoot your shot.*\n\nI felt my lips curve into a smile. She balanced my iPhone on one bended knee, scrolled with one finger, while jerking me off with the other hand. She seemed to be a big fan of the beefy guys.\n\n\"Can you blame me? They're gorgeous!\"\n\nI ignored that. She seemed to have trouble focusing. It took ten minutes before she found a GIF of two dudes going at it before she started making any progress.\n\n\"Damn!\" she said, closing her eyes.\n\n*Eyes open, dude.*\n\n\"Sorry. It's a new sort of climax for me. Doesn't usually build up in the balls.\"\n\nI waited patiently as she masturbated. I felt the tell-tale pressure building, the point of know return. Followed by the twitching, the spurting of cum into the bedsheets, a slight tensing of my anus, and finally, the collapse onto my pillow.\n\nI was back in control of myself now, panting and feeling my cum on my own hands."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Soon your primal breeding instincts will take over. Feel free to try fighting it, that'll only be more entertaining.
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"content": "1/3\n\nI was in the ship’s lounge, when I felt myself getting unusually horny over the weirdest things. I’m normally bi, but any image of a man, in particular was giving weird little pangs of arousal. It was a familiar feeling, but it was the wrong time. It felt almost like I was going into heat, but it was the wrong time! I wasn’t due for two years or more! I looked at myself in the mirrored rear wall. Human’s always said that we looked like elves or barbie dolls. I supposed that I had the ears and the figure… I found myself obsessing over how attractive I might look to a mate. I was subconsciously emphasizing my large bust and admiring the way that my lycra top and pants highlighted the ratio between my small waist and wide, childbearing hips. My normally pale-blue skin had a definite flush to it, and my clothes were starting to feel tight and confining. My breasts were swollen, too. I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed, but they were starting to feel like they were filling with mating milk.\n\nTelepathically, I could feel Malcolm approaching from engineering. Normally, I tried to tune him out, which wasn’t easy with just the two of us on the ship; he was kind of a jerk, and I didn’t care for his aura, but now he felt different; he felt… arousing. Nothing had changed about him; I was just going into an early and unexpected mating heat.\n\nHe came into the room, and I found myself staring at him, wondering why, given how much sex I normally had, I had been contenting myself with masturbation instead of trying to seduce him. Was he really that bad? Was he really that pompous? Certainly, dick from a dick was better than no dick at all? I couldn’t believe the thought popping into my head, and I tried to chase them out. I felt that my mouth was agape and that I was panting slightly. It was then that I realized I had been staring… and so did he.\n\n“What’s going on?” he asked. “I’m not used to seeing *that* look directed my way.”\n\n“Nothing!” I said, even as I felt myself straightening my back and my breasts suddenly starting to swell further. “Nothing!” I repeated, hoping that he’d just move along, even as I could feel my body readying itself for him.\n\nThere was a look of realization, followed by a smug grin. “My god! Are going into heat? With just me here? Well, I must say! This is quite the interesting turn of events! Even as slutty as you normally are, is today the day that you top your own record?” He was starting to laugh, to himself.\n\n“By the void!” I said, as I forced myself to take a step back from him, turning away, feeling like my clothes were made of flaming sandpaper. “I’m not going into heat!” I said, even as I, leaning on the couch for support, subconsciously started to arch my back and assume a mating posture.\n\nHe was loving this. “Soon your primal breeding instincts will take over. Feel free to try fighting it, that'll only be more entertaining!”\n\nI forced myself to flee the room, able to tell that he was watching the sway of my wide hips, part of my mind enjoying the feeling of his gaze on the round curve of my ass.\n\nI stalked toward the front of the ship, angrily flinging myself into the pilot seat. There had to be something in the navcharts… I flipped through them fruitlessly, sweeping the right side of my long, indigo hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear, as I tried to ignore how tight my bra was starting to feel on my breasts and how achingly hard my clit was getting. I heard footsteps approaching from the corridor.\n\n“Stay out of here, Malcolm!” I called out, not even taking my eyes off the screens.\n\nHe ignored me, coming in and turning the co-pilot seat to face me, sitting on the edge of it and leaning toward me, his elbows on his knees, his smug face plastered with a shit-eating grin. “It’s not like this is my fault, you know,” he said, in his arrogant English accent, making no effort to conceal the mirth in his voice, “but, I’ll admit, I’m certainly rather enjoying it.”\n\nI took a glance at him, and I felt my skin get hot, as my eyes seized upon his perfectly straight white teeth, the handsome, aquiline curve of his nose, the refined arch of his eyebrows and the full, rich darkness of his straight, smooth hair. I accidentally made eye contact with him, and I felt my heart race, as I gazed into those prefect, hazel, pools for too long a moment before remembering who they belonged to. I tore my gaze away, immediately staring at the opposite wall. “Ugh! Why did this have to happen while I’m on a long-range assignment with YOU!”\n\nHe chuckled. “You know, it’s rather cute how you Sylvanali blush blue… You must be rather deep in it, now, aren’t you?”\n\nI glanced down at the heaving cleavage of my breasts, my normally pale sky-blue skin blushing a deep sapphire. I could feel from the heat in my cheeks and along the lengths of my long, tapering ears that they were doing just the same. I closed my eyes and tried to center myself, even as I could feel that I was just getting hornier and hornier, my body yearning for the touch of a male… even Malcolm Reddington.\n\n“You know, Jynnelise… As I understand it, the Sylvanali breeding cycle is normally quite predictable… but only normally. Tell me, was this just careless scheduling on your part, or did your body just decide that I’m so devilishly handsome that you simply needed my child in your belly?”\n\nI groaned in disgust, disgust at myself at how much he was turning me on. I told myself that it wasn’t him, and that in my state, any male, any mention of breeding would light my fire. “Normally...” I said, in as even a tone as I could manage, “The call to breed happens once every 10 years… Other times… it’s just FRELLING RANDOM!” I could already feel my telepathic senses opening up to him. I did not feel like reading his mind. Nonetheless, even with my eyes still closed, I could tell that I’d startled him a bit. He was still overwhelmingly enjoying my humiliation though.\n\n“So then, you find me quite sexy now, don’t you?” he asked."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] non-con,dub-con and rape prompts.
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Emily's class has an upcoming trip to a nudist beach. Unfortunately for her, the trip is mandatory to pass the class.
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"content": "1/2\n\nIn the parking lot, near the gates to the resort, Emily was pleading with her anthropology professor one last time. “It’s a nude beach though!” she said, desperately. “With my um… figure, I might get a lot of attention,” she said.\n\nTall and leggy, with a slightly soft, plush figure, Emily was quite statuesque. Professor Holland knew she was talking about her breasts though, which were so large as to be basically unmissable. He knew, that she knew, that he knew, what she was talking about, but he decided not to say anything. “Emily, I’m sure that everyone can be adults here today. There will be plenty of men and women of all shapes and sizes. If you can’t participate in the nude beach events today, then you can let this be your one skipped assignment.”\n\nEmily sighed, nervously, fidgeting with a lock of her long, chestnut hair. “But… I missed the midterm though, and with my grades… I’d fail the class!”\n\nThe professor shrugged at the freshman. “Emily, you are a grown woman, responsible for your own actions and decisions. I don’t know what to tell you, but this is part of the class. You read the syllabus; you signed the waiver. It’s your decision. I’ll expect to see you at the opening gathering,” He said, and headed toward the compound, leaving the girl to sort herself out.\n\nEmily fidgeted nervously, even as she forced herself to walk into the main building. There was a little vestibule with partially-enclosed nooks for people to dress/ undress where there were lockers for their belongings. Emily was incredibly self-conscious about her body. She felt fat, and even though her friends told her she was hot, and even her doctor said she was in fine shape, the fact that she could “pinch an inch” and that she had an undeniable softness to her figure conspired to keep her from accepting her guy friends’ insistences that everything was in the right places. Her prominent bust was the main thing that she had misplaced insecurity over though.\n\nShe texted her sister Gwen, “I have to go to a nude beach! I can’t! How did you do this?!”\n\nShe got back, “IDK, but try doing a slut dare!”\n\n“A slut dare?!” Emily texted.\n\n“Yeah! They build up your body confidence! And they’re fun! Me and my friends used to do them all the time! I’ll send you the app!” Gwen said, and a link soon followed.\n\nEmily downloaded the app, but she didn’t bother opening it. She decided to just try using willpower. She took off her shirt, and she took off her skirt. Standing in an only partially-enclosed nook in just her bra and panties, she dreaded what was coming next. Blushing intensely, even with no one around, Emily undid her bra, her large breasts tumbling free, her rosy, bumpy nipples starting to stiffen in the building’s cool air. That was actually harder for her than taking off her panties, which she peeled over her wide hips and the curve of her large, round butt.\n\nThe place had little net bags, that could be strapped onto an arm or a leg if guests needed to keep anything small, like a phone on them. Emily Strapped one of them onto one of her long, thick thighs, and she slipped her phone inside. She resolved to walk out to the beach.\n\nWith halting steps, her breasts squished in her arms, and her legs pressed together in an attempt to cover herself, Emily tried to walk to the beach. She could feel her skin heat with a deep red blush, and her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She made it as far as the door, before she froze up. Emily wasn’t sure how long she spent standing at the door, trying to force herself to open it, but soon, she couldn’t take it anymore, and she all but resolved to just bail on the whole thing, turning around and starting back toward the dressing area, unable to move forward even as she knew that she couldn't afford to let her grade slip. She didn’t know what to do!\n\nShe heard noises coming from the dressing area, as she approached. A head peeked out, lighting Emily’s blush anew, even as she recognized her friend, Trevor.\n\n“Emily?” he called, his voice unsteady.\n\nShe blushed anew at being recognized while covered only by her arms. “Trevor? I thought you’d already be out there. I thought I was the last one!”\n\n“I… I can’t go out!” he said, hiding in his alcove.\n\n“Why not?” she asked, still trying to make her way back to hers, only then noticing that they were right next to each other. “You practically do this all the time!” she said, recalling that he was on the swim team, and that his normal swim costume left little to the imagination… least of all the prominent bulge in his speedo.\n\n“I… I just can’t go out..” he said. “I’d… I’d look… inappropriate.”\n\n“But you’d look great!” she said, feeling a tingle between her legs, as she imagined what Trevor’s bulge might look like without the suit, almost forgetting her own nudity, as she imagined his.\n\n“I have an erection...” he said, quietly, “It won’t go down...”\n\n“That… that is weird!” More heat passed over her skin, from sympathetic embarrassment, but also from… something else. She shifted her legs, and she felt her phone buzz. She turned it over, in the bag, to look at it.\n\nThe Slut Dare app was open, apparently from her phone rubbing against her leg. It read ‘BE A SLUT! TELL THE NEXT MAN YOU SEE HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO SUCK COCK!’\n\nEmily wasn’t sure what came over her, but between her sister’s advice, her grade, Trevor needing help, and the flustering turmoil of emotions inside her, she found herself awkwardly blurting out, “I love to suck cock!” She instantly covered her mouth afterward, her whole face beet red."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Since you found out that your friend is a master hypnotist, you've desperately wanted them to hypnotize you for sex. It's your deepest fetish. Now, the trick is just getting them to do it...
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"content": "“Hey Terry, it’s Anna, *again*. Sorry for leaving so many voicemails, but I wouldn’t have to if you just called me back. I’d like to uh, clear the air.’ I hung up the phone and refreshed the messages app. Nothing new. Shit. My eyes glazed over as I rapidly scrolled back up, back to the beginning. It’s here, somewhere; I re-read the texts, looking for the moment he started to become distant. \n\nTwo months ago. The group texts about Sarah’s upcoming birthday party, followed by flashy pictures from the hibachi restaurant. Why don’t I remember the flames? I had asked Terry to show me the trick again, and he just wrote, `Ask me later.` \n\nA few days passed and again:`Ask me later.`\n\nI remembered the trick. Terry had hypnotized Sarah in a matter of seconds, in the time it took the chef to spin an egg. By the time the fried rice was shoveled onto her plate, she had fully embraced the personality of a chicken, pecking at the food in front of her. \n\n“It’s not mind control,” he had said. “It’s gently removing the inhibitions we put up in ourselves. Sarah doesn’t *want* be a chicken, but she *wanted* to play with her food. Through hypnosis, she gave herself permission.”\n \nLast month: `Ask me later.`\n\nThere it was again. My face felt hot just reading it. I didn’t want to spoil Sarah’s party, so I asked him to put me under while talking in the parking lot. I had been so nervous, trying to build up the courage to tell him about my secret. I felt the butterflies all over again, the discomfort simmering under my own skin. I took off my pajamas and laid back in bed with the phone in one hand, my breast in the other. Fingers grazed my curves, gently squeezing the nipples until I let out a groan. Why is hypnosis so fucking hot? I sucked on my fingers and dragged them back down, the wet trail cooling my hot skin. What’s wrong with me? Why didn’t he? Why is he ghosting me? I scrolled down for answers I may have missed.\n\nTwo weeks ago: `Ask me later.`\n\n“Fuck.” I couldn’t even look at my phone but I held onto it anyway. The dampness in my panties grew while I rubbed my thighs together, trying to quell the ache building inside. My fingers slid under the elastic and rummaged over the hairy mound, massaging the hot flesh under it. Terry said he didn’t do erotic hypnosis, said, “It was complicated.” I wasn’t a novice, I’ve induced myself with recordings. I had told him I was ready.\n\nA week ago: `Ask me later.`\n\nMy hand slid faster, back and forth over my slit. More of me soaked my panties while I danced with my delicate folds. My clit ached for attention, and my thumb gave it to her. One finger inside, and I clenched with all my heart. Two, then three in a tight formation took my breath away. I curled my toes and squirmed, fucking myself with glorious abandon. These fingers could have been *his* fingers. They *should* have been Terry’s. “Fuck fuck fuck!” My pussy was screaming for release.\n\nThis morning: `Ask me later.`\n\nThe pulse hit hard, just as my palm slapped against my pussy for the millionth time. “Oh fuck, shit! Fuck!” I screamed, holding on for dear life while the orgasm ripped though my body. Laughter, tears, gasping for air while I bucked and turned on myself. The euphoria was like a ripple, totally relaxing my body until I melted into the bed. My cum drunk mind suddenly gained clarity. I used my clean hand to send a text to Terry.\n\n*I’m done asking.*\n\nHe texted back almost immediately: `Don’t bother to clean up, I’ll be over soon.`\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Cum Mines. Man has been reduced to nothing but a tool to procure valuable semen. Someone or something has found great value in the seed and men are placed into great mines in order to efficiently extract it.
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"content": "M/m themed, implicit systemic dubcon aka capitalism.\n\n***\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*Some people say a man is made out of mud*\n\n*A poor man's made outta boners and blood,*\n\n*Boners and blood, that skin and bone,*\n\n*A mind that's a-weak and a cock that's strong.*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe new fella was young and fine, and sure looked like he was all there, but for all that he was having a bit of trouble. He was standing over the vein we cleared for him, pumping away, all red in the face. We could all see that it wasn't any good, but nobody said nothing. Ain't right to be putting the boot in when a fella can't get it done on his first day. \n\nWhen he started going soft and raw, I opened my damn fool mouth and told him it was all right. Slapped him on the back, like, took him aside. The guys stopped staring, went back to their own work. Ever since that day, the new guy thought I was his friend. Like some baby gosling that reckons the first thing he sees that don't want to eat him gotta be his mama. He told me later his name was Timothy. Never said it Tim, either. Always Timothy.\n\nCopernicus Joe took that vein. Jizzed on it in three minutes flat. We called him Copernicus Joe because one of his balls was much larger than the other. Hell if I remember how that made sense at the time. So, the vein started bubbling up and the cum started flooding into the cum-traps and the new guy - Timothy - gagged like it was all going down his throat.\n\nWhat's that smell, he asked. Well, it was half a tonne of human cum. How's it all work, he asked. Guess nobody bothered telling him before he got here. They just told the poor bastard to take his cock in his hand and head down the shaft, so to speak. Well, the way it worked was we found the ore, and we came all over it. The ore turned to spunk, nice and pure, but the primer always had to come out a man's balls. So it goes.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine*\n\n*I rubbed myself hard and I walked to the mine*\n\n*I came sixteen tons of number nine cum*\n\n*And the straw boss said, \"Well, you gotta be numb.\"*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen Timothy came up to take his turn again, he was still having a hard time. He had that look on his face, like that was it, nothing could stop him, but if there's one thing you learn in the cum mines, is that nobody's unstoppable. And his face wasn't red anymore, it was pale, almost green. \n\nNow, we helped each other out sometimes. Guys that were waiting to get it up gave the guys at the vein a handy or a bit more. You had to be careful, though. Cum costs too much nowadays for men like us to spill it around. It's a shame, but I reckon it's just how the world works. They said the money from these mines built great big cities and sent people to the moon. We'll never set foot in any of them, and we sure ain't going to no moon, either.\n\nAnyway, there was Timothy going at it, and damn fool me felt sorry for him. So I went over and got down in front of him, and asked him if he wants some help. He looked at me like I was crazy, first, but then he nodded and said yes. Can't say it was that much trouble. Man had a fine cock, like I said. Long, not the thickest I've seen. Fresh and smooth like. I told him he had to let me know when he was about to come, so we could finish him on the vein. He made like he understood, so I got him in my throat. A few of the fellas stood around and beat off to us, too. \n\nAll fine and dandy until Timothy started groaning and bucking. Guess I was doing a pretty good job, going down on him like a jackhammer and working my tongue around and all that. He didn't say a damned thing when he came. I spat at the ore in desperation and next thing we knew we were splashing around in the whole load of it, covered head to toe, me cussing up a blue streak, the guys laughing their balls off, and the son of a bitch still saying nothing, just wearing the afternut bliss on his dumb face. We cleaned it up best we could, and Black Betty never found out.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*If you see me comin' better step aside*\n\n*A lotta men didn't, and it went in the eye*\n\n*One fist of velvet, the other of silk*\n\n*If the right one don't get you then the left one will.*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWe called her Black Betty because she dressed in black. Black Betty was the boss. Black Betty loved her job. Black Betty had a mean streak a mile wide and a special thing for kicking. And one day Black Betty came and took Timothy away.\n\nNever found out why. Maybe cause of that one time when old Walewski fell down holding his chest and Timothy and me covered for him till he was good again. Maybe cause Timothy mouthed off too much about how we're mining priceless cum for pennies. Maybe just cause she felt like it. She'd done worse in my time.\n\nHe was a good egg, all in all, Timothy - the new guy. Not the most reliable with his wanger, maybe, but decent. When she was talking to him, I was jacking off on a vein nearby, so I tried to listen in. Didn't work, but I could see he didn't look terrified or shocked or any of that, and that guy wore his heart right on his sleeve. So I hold on to a bit of hope. Maybe he went off to a better life. Maybe he's living up right now in some big shining city after all.\n\nI think about him from time to time, when it's slow going for me. Helps with the daily load."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A female cleric offers her aid to women who have been impregnated by monster girls. It totally has nothing to do with her own fantasies of becoming a monster girl's breeding-bitch...
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"content": "**[23rd Day of Summer 708]**\n\nAnother crying soul with a round belly came to my today. A pretty young thing. It was the day before her wedding when she was captured, she told me. Her poor groom...\n\nCentaurs, this one. The raiders snatched her up as she was venturing outside of town to pick flowers for her bouquet. Wildflowers, she told me, were all she wanted. Just lovely little wild flowers. \n\nA herd of them captured her. She said she counted ten when they took her back to their field. Ten is awfully small for a pack of centaurs. Though she did also say they were all male, and from my own research, it must have been a coming of age thing. \n\nEven thinking about it excites me. But, for her sake, I controlled myself. I did ask her if she could go into detail so I better knew what I was dealing with. \n\nThe leader carried her as they raced away from town, her screams falling on deaf ears. When they finally arrived, her face was a mess of tears. They circled her around a tree stump that seemed to be the perfect height. (And likely is, if my theories are true.)\n\nThat was when she told me the leader had not been, in fact, male. A female centaur had chosen her. Older than the rest. The idea became even more exciting. \n\nShe commanded the nine males to rape the poor girl. But not to cum. She spared me most of the details, to my dismay, beyond that the female centaur then made the males release their seed into a bucket and used a funnel to pour it inside her. \n\n“To give everyone a proper fair chance,” she told me the female said. This went on for days until her belly finally grew. Judging from her size, I imagine there is more than one foal inside her. As her day of birth draws near, I’ll have to cut her open to retrieve them. \n\nI offered her shelter and healing, and even to take the babes myself. She seemed overjoyed that I wound. I’m excited to have a pair of centaurs to raise. \n\nI almost envy her. Being forced to be bred like that is an exciting prospect. What am I saying? My goddess would be disappointed to hear such thoughts. \n\n\n**[31st Day of Summer 708]**\n\nAnother girl. Another round belly. I ask if it is man or monster. She told me it was a pair of flower women, sharing one flower. A Liliraune!\n\nIt was almost impossible to hide my excitement. I’ve always wanted to see an Alraune but to know there’s a Liliraune nearby? Oh, the prospect is arousing. \n\nI did not, however, realize they could impregnate women. \n\nI apologized to this one when I asked for details and explained I study the reproductive habits of these creatures to help women such as herself protect themselves from them. So, I lied. I have to lie. No one can know the truth about me. \n\nThey lured her in with their sweet smell, which is a trait I already knew about. She told me it was unlike anything she ever encountered before. They were kind to her at first, offering her their nectar to drink. She became drunk off of it, she said. \n\nThe one body pulled her between them after that. One stroked her womanhood while the other kissed her. They played, the three of them, and she admitted to enjoying that part. She claimed they made her orgasm more strongly than her husband did. \n\nI should note this woman was not crying when she came in. My reputation for caring for those with monster spawn has just become that immense. I’m fine with that. \n\nAt some point she felt something thick enter her, she told me. Thicker than her husband, and longer too. It fucked her, and she used that word with a smile. This woman, unlike the centaur incubator, enjoyed what had happened to her. \n\nShe pointed out I was blushing at this point and giggled. \n\nThey kept her for days, with this thing impaling her. Filling her with something, she didn’t know what. Until they finally told her it was to give birth to their daughter. They told her they had a hard time getting their seeds to grow anywhere, so they thought, perhaps, if she could incubate a few, it could work. \n\nI pointed out most of their species required semen to get their seeds to be viable. The woman agreed, and said that was why she came home immediately after and had sex with her husband until he couldn’t anymore. She explained neither the Liliraune knew how many seeds were inside her, let alone herself, but she wanted to make sure as many were fertilized as possible. \n\nI asked where they were and that was when the conversation turned... Sad. \n\nHer husband learned the truth and took a group out to kill the Liliraune for impregnating his wife. She felt guilty and that was why she was there. She had lied to her husband. Claimed they took her against her will. \n\nI held her when she cried for the loss of her lovers. She told me she was scared for the little ones she carried. She wanted them to live. When she told me they had been fertilized a month ago, I made the decision then and there that we could extract the seeds and plant them now. \n\nOverall, she had a total of fourteen, of which ten were viable. Some had started to form into something more than a seed, so it was likely a good decision to retrieve them now. We planted those seeds out in the woods by the church, while she promised to plant the rest in farther away places. The four non viable seeds? She kept with her. \n\nShe would bury them with their mothers. \n\n\n**[42nd Day of Summer 708]**\n\nMy centaur incubator has complained of movement in her belly today. It won’t be long before the babes have to be cut out. So I decided to venture out and gather herbs and other supplies for it. \n\nThat was when I encountered something of interest by the sea. \n\nI had heard a woman scream, and so I ran to find out what was going on. That was when I saw a woman held against the sand by a half-shark creature. I had never seen one of these before, so I quickly sketched it in my journal. \n\nIt had a flat chest, but the face was feminine. As I crept closer to get a better look, it spoke in a feminine voice. It told the victim it would carry their eggs, to be fertilized by their mate. \n\nFemale. Interesting. \n\nThe girl cried and went speechless suddenly. I could only imagine something had penetrated her, from the way her body went rigid. The shark woman stroked her face almost lovingly. \n\n“Lots of pretty babies,” it told her. I was already making plans to make an area in the garden suitable for shark spawn. At least one, perhaps. Or I could build something on the beach as an extension. \n\nOverall, the egg implantation lasted for over an hour. I watched the woman’s belly bulge underneath the shark woman. Then, she moved to the side and from the sea foam emerged a smaller figure. Her mate, I assumed. \n\nWhile the shark woman had implanted the eggs, her mate genuinely and truly fucked the woman. Moans and screams filled the air, disturbing the seagulls and accompanied by the shifting sea. \n\nWhen he came, he retreated back into the water. They warned her if she did not come back to give birth, the consequences would be ugly. I wondered what they meant as they left. \n\nSoon after, I approached and acted as if I had seen nothing. The woman, Verala, told me what happened. I told her I could house her at the church until they were born, but that I would like to keep one of the babes. For research, I explained. \n\nI will have to figure out how I will house that one."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The rogue decides to steal the paladin's first kiss. The paladin's response is...
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"content": "Lynette moved stealthily through the woods, her steps quickening, when her slender half-elven ears picked up the sounds of muffled pounding. Long legs carried the slim rogue silently through the shadows, as she drew near, her black, silken bodysuit and raven hair vanishing into the darkness, the magic of her suit making her normally pale skin and jade eyes equally as black, camouflaging her.\n\nShe arrived to see a hemisphere of stone at one side of where the rest of her party had set up camp, thin wisps of red gas seeping out from underneath and loud pounding coming from within. Rushing forward, even as her eyes darted about to search for an ambush, she drew an explosive throwing blade from a sheath on her thigh and hurled it toward the dome.\n\nThe explosion blasted a hole in the stone, releasing a great gout of trapped poisonous smoke, and her trapped party members. A small goblin machine-priestess, and an elven man clutching a staff came rushing through the breach, coughing uncontrollably.\n\n“Looks like I missed the festivities...” Lynette quipped, spying no enemies and sheathing her dagger. “Frini, Telvanos! Are you okay?”\n\n“Depends on what you mean by okay...” the goblin hacked out, “If almost dead counts as okay, then yes. Otherwise, no.”\n\n“It seems that the Orcs have well-equipped patrols in these woods,” Telvanos said.\n\nLynette cocked an eyebrow. “I came back from scouting to warn you about just that… The Orcs have well-equipped patrols in these woods, by the way.”\n\n“Thank you,” Telvanos replied, flatly, “We should camouflage our camp then...”\n\n“Just doing my part,” Lynette replied, “Where’s Alric?”\n\n“They took him!” Frini shouted.\n\nThere were only a few reasons why anyone would want a Paladin alive, and none of them were good. Lynette was off into the darkness like a shadow passing over the forest.\n\nIn the orcish forward camp, sitting on the floor, his hands tied to the post on the wall behind him, Alric noticed something. The camp had abruptly grown quieter. “I wouldn’t have expected orcs to have a strict bedtime,” he mused to himself.\n\n“Oh, they don’t...” replied a silky voice from the rafters, “Not unless someone assigns them one…” Lynette added, leaping down in front of him.\n\n“Lynette!” He whispered, “How did you get in here?”\n\nShe shrugged. “You should be asking how I made it to the orc’s communal food plates… that’s the interesting part.”\n\nShe noticed Alric smiling at her. His handsome face had always had a boyish quality to it, at least in her opinion, and it stirred something inside her to see the party’s mighty paladin tied and completely at her mercy.\n\n“That’s impressive!” he said, “Release me!”\n\n“One rescue, coming up!” she said, kneeling down between his legs. With her on her knees, and him flat on his butt, she was still taller than him, placing the two of them in an unfamiliar posture, as she moved in close to him.\n\nLynette took Alric's handsome face in her hands, looking down at him, as she tilted his head up toward her. “You’re pretty cute, you know,” she said, smiling, and she kissed him.\n\nAlric’s kiss was surprisingly timid, and when Lynette drew back, she noticed that he was blushing quite hard, a look of wonder in his eyes.\n\n“What?” she said, with a slight laugh, “You’re looking at me like you’ve never kissed a girl before.”\n\n“I...” he started, blushing even harder, “I haven’t...”\n\nLynette was taken aback, and she felt her heart skip a beat. That couldn’t be possible! Such a strong, handsome, and noble warrior, never having been kissed? “Your order doesn't have any sort of celibacy vows though...”\n\nHe looked away, the bashful expression on his face in sharp contrast to his chiseled, heroic features. “I… I know… It just… Kind of never happened.”\n\n“Well maybe it’ll happen again sometime...” she said, as she moved even closer, to reach the bindings behind him.\n\nAlric turned his face away, but he couldn’t avoid Lynette’s chest pressing against his face, as she reached past him. He tried not to react, but his cheek couldn’t ignore the handfuls of pert half-elven flesh that kept brushing him through the silk of her top. Soon, another part of him couldn’t ignore them either, and that was when she noticed something.\n\nLynette could feel Alric’s now erect penis, straining against his pants and pressing against her leg, as she worked. She smiled, to herself, mischievously.\n\nKeeping his head pressed against her bosom, she trailed her hand down his chest and let her fingers snake themselves into his trousers, eliciting quite the incongruously cute moan from the warrior, when her fingers brushed over the skin of his erect phallus. Gently, and with her famously deft fingers, she grasped him and slowly started to stroke.\n\nAlric was moaning and writhing in place, struggling against his bonds, as Lynette’s fingers stroked and teased his manhood. It was all he could do to press his face desperately into her bosom. She stroked him faster and faster, but then she stopped, holding her hand still, as she drew her body back away from him.\n\nHe leaned forward, desperately trying to follow her, until his bonds stopped him from leaning any further.\n\nSmiling down at him, Lynette took her left hand, the one not grasping him, and reached behind her own neck. She pulled free a bow there and let the top of her own outfit fall down, revealing her bare breasts to him.\n\n“Show me that you deserve it,” she said, as she brought her body back against his, pressing her bosom to his face, giving him the choice of either of her pert modest breasts.\n\nAlric desperately rubbed his face against her breasts before taking one of her nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking at it for all that he was worth, being rewarded for his efforts when she clutched her body tightly to him and started to stroke his manhood again.\n\nShe stroked him faster and faster, her light, nimble, and silky fingers feeling every slightest twitch and throb of pleasure that they brought to his cock. She stroked him until he was getting close to the point of no return, and then she held back, letting him cool off for the barest moment, before she started stroking him again.\n\nAll the while, Lynette had straddled his thigh, and was grinding her own front against his body while he sucked on her breast. She was getting rather hot herself, but she wanted to make sure that he earned his release, stroking him closer and closer to his own orgasm, only in response to his diligent pleasuring of her.\n\nThe conditioning was working and, even in his bound state, Alric was pouring his whole being into stimulating her as best he could, determined to lick, and suck on her nipple, as she seemed to enjoy so well, to her satisfaction, as she rubbed herself against him, anything to feel her silky fingers take him all the way past the edge she was holding him at.\n\nLynette sighed, her breath becoming ragged and erratic, as she started to climax, the sensations from her nipple and her clit becoming too much to resist. She grasped Alric firmly, rubbing her palm over the head of his cock, smearing his precum over it as she readied to stroke him to release. It didn’t take long for him to explode, coating her hand with his seed.\n\nAlric groaned in utter relief, as he came, and he collapsed backwards, his body going slack. Lynette followed suit, draping herself over him, smothering him with her breasts, as she let herself catch her breath.\n\nLying against him, still hugging him to her bare chest, Lynette brought her hand up and casually licked it clean, savoring his taste for a moment before swallowing. She kissed him again, his taste still on her lips."
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