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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two professors at the same bio-engineering lab have a deep crush on each other, but are too self-conscious about their looks to approach the other. Neither one knows that the other has been working on a body-transforming formula, and are about to show each other their "personal growth"...
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"content": "The week after graduation, Amanda finally worked up the courage to approach her colleague of near a decade. Nearly worked up the courage to face him. The mousy woman shuffled nervously to George's lab and slipped inside finding it empty. Her fingers twirled brown locks nervously, second-guessing her resolve. \n\n*You've made it this far 'manda. Just leave it already! Don't be a baby.* She shouted inside her own head. Then, shakily, she set the drug vial on the lab surface with her handwritten note attached with a neat ribbon like something out of *Through the Looking Glass*:\n\n> George, this is the only way I know how to express myself. If you want to work together, meet me at the splicer clinic in one week with your version. Don't cheat and copy my sequence...no peeking! <3\n\nJob done, Amanda scurried out the lab as doubts flooded her consciousness. What if he didn't see it? What if she'd miscalculated and he didn't come back to his lab? What if he didn't understand? What if a week wasn't long enough for him? Was her note even obvious enough? She *had* written *'together'*! And drawn a heart! How could it be any more obvious?! He was a smart man, but so clueless at the same time. Worst of all, what if he comprehended fully and still didn't show?\n\n~ ~\n\nThe week passed with Amanda fretting and pacing nervously at home. Wanting to call him. To call everything off. To just talk. Like adults. They were professors for gods' sake!\n\nBut she didn't.\n\nAnd on the day, she pulled on her one long black dress. Useful for University functions and funerals alike. At least it seemed more appropriate than the academic gown or lab coats that were her usual attire. The fabric draped over her slender form hanging straight down. Amanda had no delusions about her looks as she brushed the tangled mass atop her head. She was never meant to be a model and in her field that was a blessing. There had been enough unwanted attention just for owning a vagina, she couldn't imagine also being conventionally 'hot'. No thanks.\n\nFinishing her preparations, Amanda pulled on her favorite sneakers and headed for the clinic. Nervous fingers fiddling with a fold in her dress the whole way there.\n\n~ ~\n\nShe saw him first, giddy that he'd shown up. Terrified to speak, even now. She saw two vials in his hands. \"H-hey George...thanks for coming.\" She started fitfully. \"Let's just go in...and talk after?\" The small scientist bit her lip fully aware of the present irony. Only a month ago she'd been judging her own students flirting awkwardly in class. \"I like surprises.\" She lied.\n\n\"Suure.\" Not one for many words, George agreed quickly even as worry wrinkled his brow.\n\nAnd the two strolled into the clinic, like many people and couples before them, seeking new bodies and better genes. These particular customers were a bit different. *No they didn't need the walkthrough of the process*, Amanda explained to the splicetechs. *Do you realize you're talking to the two people who literally invented the tissue-growth solutions you keep in those pods? That we spliced these sequences ourselves, by hand, in less than a week? No, we didn't buy them off some genenU flunkie. Yes, I know how these pods work. That's better. Yes, just plug our sequences in, shut the pods and come get us in 32 hours.* A bit clueless to social norms, Amanda at least knew how to get her way with lab techs.\n\nSo she and George climbed into neighboring pods. Her gift plugged into his feed and his into hers. It was the most intimate two people could possibly be. Designing one another.\n\n~ ~\n\nAmanda stepped shakily from her pod woozy and off balance. She tumbled more than walked to the waiting stand holding towels and nutrients. Wrapping her new body in a towel, Amanda started to take in her new form as George emerged from his own chamber. Her chest had ballooned to near ridiculous proportions. At least in comparison to her formerly flat body. She could hardly see her toes! And her hips, digging into the stand, felt foreign. She was glad there were no mirrors in the recovery room. She shouldn't be surprised. Of course this is what perfect looked like. Amanda just wasn't sure she was ready to uncover every change even as she caught a golden strand of hair, now coming down to her chest.\n\nGeorge seemed to recover more quickly. The lanky, awkward man with receding hairline and soft gut ran his hands down his solution-slick body trying to feel for the changes. Running to his forehead feeling the bare skin just as far back as before. He spared a glance between his legs. Amanda could only read his look as confusion turning unmistakably to anger. \"WHAT THE FUCK AMANDA!? This was my chance to be perfect! You didn't change anything!\" He never shouted in the lab and the volume startled her.\n\n\"I know.\" Was the only reply the newly curvy woman could choke out behind bigger, rounder, and tear-filled eyes.\n\n\"But you're wrong,\" she coughed out, determined not to sob. \"There was a problem. With your heart. Rare condition. Hard to detect. I found it. It's fixed now.\" She stammered out unable to look her colleague in the face. Barely able to see now, tears blurring her vision.\n\nGeorge stared back silent, mouth hanging open.\n\nThe most pregnant pause of her life.\n\n----\n\nOpen to constructive criticism and curious if you read this as happy or tragic!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Someone discovers that the “would you rather” app on their phone has the power to change reality, write about how they use the “custom question” feature.
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"content": "\"Would you rather be thin or fat?\" Aria read aloud. \"I will say, thin.\"\n\nShe pressed the blue button on the screen and passed me the phone.\n\n\"Would you rather be smart or dumb? Do we have to play this game, Aria?\" I asked, handing the phone back to her. \"The choices are pretty dumb.\"\n\n\"Just keep going, Sammy,\" she said. \"It'll be fun.\"\n\n\"Smart, obviously,\" I said, rolling my eyes and pressing the pink blue box. \n\n\"Fine. The app has a custom feature on here. We can change the questions ourselves. Give me your best shot.\"\n\nI thought for a second. Then I typed my question out and passed it back to her.\n\nShe rolled her eyes. “’Would you rather be rich or poor?’ And you said the app’s questions were lame? C’mon, Sammy.\"\n\nShe tapped her finger on to the pink box, for rich.\n\n\"Let me show you how it's done.\"\n\nShe typed in a question and handed it to me.\n\n\"Would I rather be a man or a woman?\" I scoffed. \"No contest. Guys get pretty much everything handed to them.\"\n\nI pressed the blue box for man.\n\n\"Interesting,\" Aria smirked.\n\n\"What's so interesting about it? It's a no brainer. They get most of the good jobs, even nowadays. They get paid more than we do. People don't call them sluts when they sleep around.\"\n\nI cleared my throat. \n\n\"Great. I think I'm coming down with something now,\" I frowned, handing her the phone. \"Can we watch a movie now?\"\n\n\"I think you'll like what's about to happen,\" Aria grinned. \n\nI shifted in my seat. I was feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden. Specifically around the crotch. I scratched at my chin and felt...\n\n\"What the...\"\n\nI looked down at my arms. Small black hairs were growing rapidly up and down my flesh. I looked down at my bare feet, hair was growing on the toes. My breasts were shrinking into my chest. I was completely flat within seconds. A mat of chest hair emerged. \n\nMy body shot upwards and grew out. My arms were bigger, my legs longer. My hair receded back into my head. I felt around my pelvis and, sure enough, a bulge appeared. \n\n\"Neat, isn't it?\" Aria said, still grinning.\n\n\"What the hell happened to me?\" I asked, in a low, rumbling voice.\n\n\"For some reason, the app changes reality. I tried it on someone else's phone and it works as it normally would. But on my phone, it changes things based on the choices you make. You chose man, so reality changed to fit your choice.\n\n\"No way!\" I said. \"This is impossible!\"\n\nI ran over to her washroom. Sure enough a man was reflected back at me. I was taller than I had been, but only by three inches. My arms weren't particularly big. I had a bit of flab around my gut. I had some tiny hairs around my chin, but not anywhere near a beard. \n\nI walked over to the couch and slumped down next to an excited Aria.\n\n\"I have a dick...\"\n\n\"Can I see it?\"\n\n\"No, you can't see it! I shouted incredulously. \"What the hell, Ar? Did you plan this?\"\n\n\"Maybe just a bit,\" she said, laughing. \"C'mon, Sam, it'll be fun. We can just have everything go back to normal by asking, 'Would you rather things go back to normal, or stay the same.' I've already tried it out.\"\n\nI frowned. \"What sort of changes did you make?\"\n\n\"Well, for starters, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez wasn't always President.\"\n\nI scoffed. \"Ok, sure. Who was President before AOC?\"\n\n\"Donald Trump,\" she said.\n\nI barked a laugh. \"C'mon, Ar, give Republicans *some* credit. No way they'd vote for Trump.\"\n\n\"They did,\" she said grimly. \n\n\"Well...shit...How come I don't remember?\"\n\n\"I told you! Reality changed to meet the parameters of the choices we make. Check your wallet.\"\n\nI got up to grab my purse, but couldn't remember where it was.\n\n\"Check your pants,\" she suggested.\n\nI reached into my right pocket and pulled out a small, black leather wallet. I checked my credit cards: Mr. Samuel Burkhauser was on all of my ID. And, where a picture of a girl named Samantha should be, there was a photo of me as I was currently: a man. \n\n\"This is wild!\" I said, pulling out my phone and flipping through my photos. \"Shit! Every picture I have has changed...\"\n\n\"Alright, *bro*, do me now.\"\n\nShe handed me her phone.\n\n\"Did you want me to ask the same question?\"\n\n\"I'll pick woman, if you do,\" she said. \"So maybe ask a different one.\n\n\"Uh...alright...\"\n\nI thought for a moment, then typed my question. I handed the phone back to her.\n\n\"'Would you rather be tall, but completely flat, or be short and have big tits?'\" She read, smiling. Her finger selected an option I couldn't see, and handed the phone to me.\n\n\"What did you pick?\" I asked.\n\n\"Hang on, it takes a few seconds...\"\n\nHer body shrank down from 5'11 to what must have been 5'1. Her breasts expanded outward by at least 2 cup sizes. Her tube top and jeans expanded to fit the new body type.\n\n\"This is insane,\" I said, shaking my head. \n\nShe typed away on the phone and handed it back to me. \n\n\"Would you rather be thin or muscular?\" I eyed Aria suspiciously. \"Uh...muscular, obviously...\"\n\nMy arms and torso ballooned into muscles. The slight pudge around my belly flatted out and moulded into a six pack. I had pecs as hard as rock. My legs were thick and powerful. My gluts were taut. And, as with the previous changes, my clothes adjusted to the change.\n\n\"I feel really strong!\" I announced, marveling at my arms. \"Here, let me lift you!\"\n\nI picked her up off the couch, effortlessly. Although, her reduction in height probably helped. I dropped her onto the cushions. She bounced a little.\n\n\"Dang, girl!\" she laughed. \n\n\"Maybe we could change back now?\" I suggested.\n\n\"No, let's keep going. It's your turn.\"\n\nShe handed me the phone. After typing my question, I handed it back to her.\n\n\"Would you rather be a brainy brunette, or stay blonde, but be a bimbo...You know what? I'll go bimbo tonight. We can just change it later.\"\n\nShe clicked the blue box and started typing out her question before handing it back to me.\n\n\"Would you rather be gay or straight?\" I frowned. \"Uh...straight.\"\n\nI clicked tapped the blue box and was about to type down a question when I thought of something.\n\n\"Wait...when it says straight, what is it referring to? Me now, or me as I was?\"\n\n\"I guess we'll find out,\" Aria said in a breathy voice. She was twirling her hair with her left index finger, and was staring at me in a weird way. I looked back at her. I found myself wondering if she had always been so attractive, or if it had just been the effects of the changes. She seemed perfect: blonde, voluptuous. Her tits were...\n\n\"You planned this, didn't you?\" I asked.\n\n\"Would a dumb bimbo like me have a plan so smart?\" she asked, batting her eyes at me. \"It's ok, Sam. We can just change it later. For now, let's just have some fun!\"\n\nShe leaned in for a kiss."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] "Tell me what you want to do to me," she said, excitedly. He smiled lustfully, looking hungrily at her naked body, his eyes drinking her in thirstily. - Write an erotic short using as many adverbs as you can, the more ridiculous the better.
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"content": "James lifted his head groggily from the pillow. Settled serenely beside him, his wife slept soundly. Even as someone - the devilish power of the storm outside was such that James fleetingly entertained the notion of *something* \\- was rapping loudly, insistently on the entrance door, his wife continued to breathe gently and evenly. That brought James some measure of comfort as he slipped out of bed slowly, stealthily, treading gingerly upon the floorboards he knew might sound off creakily.\n\nHe made it downstairs safely and approached the door precisely at the moment it was pounded upon once more. The noise echoed across the cavernous foyer; predictably, perhaps, for James was not, generally, a bold and reckless man, it caused him to halt his step momentarily until he gradually re-mustered his courage.\n\nWhen, at last, inevitably, he pulled the door open, he found himself wishing earnestly that a stormborn demon had paid a visit instead, after all.\n\n\"Adelaide...\" he whispered tremulously, demurely.\n\n\"Then you truly do remember my name, James Willoughby!\" the woman before him seethed acidly. \"If only you hadn't conveniently forgotten it when you strolled blithely down the aisle with that *creature* a fortnight ago!\"\n\nJames beheld Adelaide ruefully. Her hair, gleaming crowfeatherlike in the incessantly pouring rain; her dark eyes, brightened madly by her ire. Her white nightgown, above all, in which she must have recklessly ran through the tempestuous night, and which not-so-regrettably was soaked clean through, tantalisingly revealing swathes of peach-pale flesh wherever it clung to her body.\n\n\"Adelaide, really, why now...\" James shook his head slowly, pityingly while looking her earnestly in the eye. \"It is, by necessity, over between us. Elizabeth is my wife now; as we speak, she rightfully sleeps upstairs, in my bed. Let us not unwisely awaken her; I would be sorely pressed to explain this adequately.\"\n\nAdelaide parried immediately, and James suddenly found himself recalling past arousals. How he had always most wanted to take her when she was splendidly fulminant with anger.\n\n\"Why now? Because it took me this long to think it over thoroughly, to struggle vainly to let it go, stupidly to endeavour to sacrifice my own happiness for *hers*, not yours, *hers*, because you could never truly be glad of her, could you - our *two* lives shattered irrevocably so that *one* can possibly have what she might possibly want! Why is she merely *sleeping* up there, James? Why aren't you happily rutting with her instead? I think we both know the answer to that perfectly well, don't we?\"\n\nHis gaze moved furtively, helplessly, downward, where the treasures of Adelaide's body lay half-revealed by wind and rain.\n\n\"Come with me presently to the black cliffs,\" she offered her hand snappily, like a dancer inviting to the tango, \"or I solemnly swear to you, James Willoughby, I will not move an inch from your doorstep until the rising of the dawn.\"\n\nMutely, James accepted her hand. She whirled around instantly and strode quickly, pulling him behind her forcefully. When he stepped into the rain, it struck his face coolly, but not in the least bracingly; his body felt aflame.\n\nAdelaide continued onward even as they drew closely to the edge of the narrow promontory overlooking the ceaselessly raging sea; briefly, James feared that she meant to haul them both vengefully to a fatal plummet down the cliff. Only when they were perilously at the very limit did she stop and turn.\n\nJames flailed his hands wildly for balance as she threw herself at him suddenly, embracing him tightly and pressing her lips hotly into his own.\n\n\"Oh, James.\" She kissed him again. After his tongue, disobediently of his better judgement, pressed back past her lips, she pulled away and triumphantly whispered another \"James.\"\n\n\"Adelaide, I have erred grievously,\" he whispered back guiltily.\n\n\"Do you remember, James?\" she asked huskily, and she slowly lowered herself to her knees.\n\n\"Adelaide, the mud...\" he protested weakly.\n\nShe pulled savagely at his nightdress trousers, then glanced up at him eloquently as his manhood jutted tumescently, all too readily, toward her lips. He smiled sheepishly and thrust his fingers into her hair tenderly.\n\n\"Say my name,\" she demanded imperiously before locking her lips tightly around the bulbously swelling head.\n\n\"Adelaide,\" he complied readily when her lower lip slid silkily down the underside, and moaned sonorously, from the depths of his soul, when her tongue unerringly followed.\n\nJames lifted his face ecstatically to the downpour, which lashed it mercilessly. Adelaide plunged her lips down his member repeatedly, taking him inside her mouth and throat entirely, until she nearly kissed the thicket of curls around the base of the shaft. He laughed inwardly at the thought of Elizabeth ever managing, or being bothered to attempt, something remotely like it.\n\n\"Adelaide...\" he panted, saying her name unbidden, iteratively, while she veritably consumed him, sucking forcefully, licking sensuously, twisting her head creatively; all that with her eyes staring at him hypnotically from below.\n\n\"Adelaide, I'm very close,\" he managed to stammer out, considerately, like the gentleman he remained even at the brink of the abyss.\n\n\"Mhm,\" she mumbled encouragingly, her mouth occupied fully by the business of his pleasure, and he felt her tongue circle his most sensitive spot knowingly.\n\nJames erupted dramatically, his moans rising gloriously over the sea, rain, and wind and echoed subtly, barely audibly, by Adelaide's own noises of loverly empathy. Dimly, he was aware that he was symbolically giving over to Adelaide not solely his seed but his loyalty, as well.\n\nHer thoughts ran their course similarly, for once James was done, she stood to confront him.\n\n\"Your choice, James Willoughby,\" she demanded plainly, and glanced ominously back over her shoulder down the cliffside.\n\nJames stepped closely and held her about the waist tenderly, protectively. \"Adelaide, it was clearly always, obviously, naturally, ultimately and undeniably though I might have senselessly tried to deny it, going to be you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You joined a cult thinking you'd get some deeper truth. It turns out the cult is just a front for an orgy group
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"content": "*Note: I did take a bit of liberty with the Prompt in my response, here. Rather than seeking to join the “cult”, the protagonist in this story is simply an outsider/bystander documenting its practices... Or so he thinks...*\n\n*Also, as a disclaimer (and a small spoiler) though there is a substance featured as a setting element in this story, speculatively referred to as “blood” by the protagonist, this story features no actual blood.*\n\n*Hope you enjoy!*\n\n***\n\nThe air was still, that night... Still... and quiet...\n\nThe sun had taken a while to finally go down behind the short hills in the west, and it’s warmth had yet to ebb away - trapped in and now radiating out of so much concrete and blacktop carpeting the urban sprawl.\n\nNathan had been skeptical of the lead he’d picked up, so many weeks before, but his editor had encouraged him to follow it. Quite contrary to what Nathan had expected of his tabloid superiors, Ryan was big on sending his reporters out on fact-finding missions rather than simply directing them to operate on speculation and hearsay... Not that Nathan didn’t operate largely on speculation and hearsay, anyway...\n\nNathan had been skeptical... But that skepticism was replaced by surprise as - with a few more days of digging on the internet and a week of climbing up a ladder of human sources through email - he found himself with an invitation to a... “*gathering*”... in one of the ritzier neighborhoods in the city...\n\nNathan had held a short instant messaging conversation with this occasion’s host; a very, *very* wealthy local woman whom, in his notes and eventual article, he had agreed only to refer to as “The Heiress”... Nathan had cringed at the moniker, which, to him, sounded like the unimaginative sort of title a B-grade action flick villainess or a porn-star would don, but he understood and accepted her request for anonymity. Had her real name been published in the story, it would have been very embarrassing for her.\n\nNormally, a tabloid wouldn’t care about embarrassing local celebrities, but Nathan’s editor was more than happy to order him to agree to those terms... The story she promised to give them was much more interesting...\n\nNathan’s cab pulled up to the socialite’s home at a quarter to midnight. He was on time, so far as his invitation lead him to believe, but he could see that he was far from the first person to arrive to the “*gathering*”.\n\nThe large, semicircular driveway of The Heiress’ small, suburban mansion was almost completely congested with sports cars and limousines - each of which, peculiarly, was jet black in color. One could’ve been forgiven for assuming that something like a funeral or a wake was taking place in the home, but Nathan’s sources had dissuaded him of that notion. \n\nHanding the cab driver his fare and stepping out of the taxi, Nathan carefully made his way up the narrow walkway towards the house, anxiously clicking the button of the pen in his pocket as he walked.\n\nA duo of bodyguards stopped him at the porch as he mounted the short staircase. One checked his ID and his invitation while the other waved a handheld metal detector - politely asking him to temporarily remove his belt, phone, keys, small notebook, and pen - before they gestured him through the front door with additional directions.\n\n“Hallway on the left,” The ID-checker instructed. “Third door. Open it, step inside, close it behind you. Stairwell will take you where you’re supposed to be.”\n\nNathan thanked the man and received his ID and invitation back, stuffing each into his wallet as he stepped into the house. To further safeguard the identity of the host, Nathan had been told to expunge any specific details of the main house - both interior and exterior - from his report, but could not help himself but take note of the spaciousness and luxuriant decoration of the foyer he stepped into from the porch - testament to The Heiress’ wealth...\n\nNathan proceeded as he had been told, stepping down a long, narrow hallway, decorated in similar fashion to the foyer, albeit more sparsely... Finding the third door down this corridor, he carefully - tentatively - opened it, stepped across the threshold, and softly closed it behind him as instructed.\n\nHe could already smell the strangely sweet smoke, even having just passed into this mysterious new compartment of the house.\n\nA steep staircase descended from where Nathan stood. It’s top - where he maintained his place - was almost completely swallowed in darkness aside from the little bit of light that bled in from the cracks above and below the door, but the bottom was bathed in a deep red light...\n\nNathan carefully made his way down the darkened stairs...\n\nThe room he found himself in could best be described as a cellar, with gray stone bricks making up the walls and floor, a dark, wooden ceiling held up by several rows of support beams. The air inside was cool and still, and smelled of wet dust and that same strange, sweet, smokey aroma that had pricked his nose at the top of the steps.\n\nThe room was already densely populated. At least forty people stood in a haphazard ring around its periphery; more people than could’ve fit in all the luxury vehicles Nathan had seen outside, but he supposed many of them could’ve simply hailed a taxi - or summoned their chauffeur - and been deposited at the place as he himself had... \n\nEach of these figures was hooded... robed, rather, in thick, crimson-colored cloths that were tied around their waists with cords of the same material. These strange-looking cousins of bathrobes covered each person’s face; the sleeves were long and baggy enough to obscure their hands; but the lower hems of the garments were cut high enough that they exposed the bare feet of each and every guest... Nathan had been instructed to wear sandals for this excursion... He slipped out of them and tried to stash them to the side of the stairwell as nonchalantly - and inconspicuously - as he could; the others all simply standing... silently...\n\nThe entire scene took on an eerie quality, bathed in red light from several lamps bolted to the support beams. The lamps appeared as though they had been pilfered from old construction sights - each bulb housed in a battered, chipped-painted metal cage. The power cords ran up into the darkness of the ceiling...\n\nNathan stood for a few minutes, joining in their silence, attempting to size up the situation. None of the robed figures seemed to pay him any attention, yet he felt awkward in their presence... He himself was dressed casually - jeans and a teal-colored tee-shirt - and had received no instructions to wear or even to procure a deep red robe such as the others in the room were draped in... \n\nThen again, he wasn’t exactly a member of their *cult*... Just an outside observer...\n\nNathan had been *very* skeptical when he’d first heard the rumor that there was a Satanic cult of the social elite operating in the city. There were rumors of that variety - of that exact same nature - about the social elite in *every* city, and it was false everywhere. No way in Hell was it going to be true, here...\n\nYet, as his editor continued to encourage him to dig, and as lead lead to lead; as emails were sent and received, and instant messages read and replied to, Nathan found his skepticism waning more and more... Until, standing in front of forty robed people - presumably all socialites, business moguls, and celebrities - in a smoke-smelling, red-lit mansion basement... that skepticism had melted entirely...\n\nSuddenly a sound rumbled through the cellar air, jerking Nathan’s attention back away from his internal reflections and to the scene at hand. The low moan of a noise echoed off the walls and made the reporter’s hair stand on end. The robed occupants of the room stood still, however, showing no signs of anxiety or discomfort.\n\nOne of them stepped forward, his - or maybe her - hand visible outside the sleeve of the robe, curled around the handle of an old metal bucket which was obviously full. This robed figure stopped in the middle of the room, bringing the bucket up and holding it at arm’s length...\n\nThe low, groaning, goosebump-inspiring noise croaked through the air and off the walls again, and Nathan had to consciously stop himself from flinching or bolting back up the stairs.\n\n“Let us begin.” A decidedly female voice spoke from within the hood in the center of the room.\n\nHer other hand came up, taking hold of the bottom of the bucket and tipping the container forward. \n\nNathan, again, had to restrain himself as thick, dark liquid flowed out of the bucket and pooled in the center of the room, splashing chaotically off the uneven stones. An eerie light faded in as the last of the dark liquid settled; bright red lines shimmering into existence on the floor... A Pentagram...\n\nThe woman who had spilled the contents of the bucket handed the now empty object to another robed figure, who handed it to another, and another until it had been taken out of plain sight... Her hands then came down to her waist, seizing upon the velvety tassels of the robe.\n\n(Contd.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sometimes, an orc just yearns for some tender affection...
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"content": "“Almost there,” Forg whispered over his shoulder. The orc he carried groaned, barely audible over the soft pitter patter of the rainfall. His feet sunk deeper into the mud as he hefted the body. Although Altuun was light, Forg felt a heavy burden. Looking down into the valley, the abbey was still broken and smoldering, as he had left it the night before. \n\nThe nuns who had survived his party’s attack were still burying their dead when Forg pushed open the heavy gate. He could have easily walked through one of the large holes in the wall, but for this task, he felt the need to follow ritual. “A bed!” he yelled, walking into the abbey. The orc leader tore the service bell off of the stone wall and rang it one-handed, until sister Minsa appeared from a leaky hall. Her dark wet robes clung to her short body, water dripping down her tattered sleeve, coating the thin blade of her sword. \n\n“There’s nothing for you here, orc, nothing you haven’t taken already,” she snapped, raising her weapon. “Leave this place now, or join my fallen sisters in the pit outside.”\n\n“You serve Leesti, a goddess of healing, do you not?” Forg lowered his companion into his arms and cradled him like a baby, his green skin, mottled with blood. “I am in need of your services. Leesti comforts *all*, I'm told: all races, creeds, or class.” \n\n“For a price, one in proportion to your status. But our beds are full, thanks to you. We cannot help.”\n\n“Beds do not suit our kind, sister.” Forg kicked a fallen parapet, rolling it over until its wide flat edge faced up. Altuun was laid down with gentle care but he still coughed with wet, sticky breaths. “Heal him.”\n\nMinsa stood still, judging them both. Altuun’s breathing was gravely slow. Forg’s was steady. The orc leader carried no weapon, wearing nothing but a rocky pendant and leggings. Scars, old and fresh, marked his chest like a map of destruction. *Where are we?* she asked herself. A low moan from Altuun broke her gaze. Waving her sword to make room, Minsa approached the fallen warrior. \n\n“His wound is deep,” she said, examining his side. “I thought you orcs believed in *Final Mercy*.”\n\nForg sighed. “He is my sister’s only child. Altuun wasn’t even supposed to be in the raiding party but Sash *insisted*. My family pride led to a moment of weakness.”\n\n“And you compound your weakness by coming back here,” she fumed. “Tell me, did your nephew taste the blood of my sisters? Was he the one who crushed Nanette’s skull with the pedestal?”\n\n“I do not know, sister.”\n\nMinsa pressed two fingers against the wound and dark fluid oozed from the gash. Altuun’s scream echoed in the hall. She smelled the ichor, then opened a small satchel on her belt. “I will do what I can, but you must wait outside. I would suggest you make yourself useful, and help us bury our dead.” \n\nForg left silently. The rain washed flecks of blood off his shoulder as he watched the nuns work around the devastation his party had caused. Two sisters struggled to clear a pile of broken stone, their wet fingers failing to grip. Forg stepped between them and lifted the heavy remnant and threw it aside. Underneath, a pale hand lay open, still. \n\nThe sisters and the orc continued the work, sometimes finding a person alive. Mostly, not. Forg offered no apologies, not a sign of remorse nor contrition. There was only the work, which he did relentlessly, even when the other sisters retired. It wasn’t complicated: move debris here, dump a body there. Forg stopped to look back at the hall, at its closed door, waiting to hear news. Finally, Sister Minsa appeared at the step.\n\n“He will live, though he may never take a full breath again,” she consoled. “Your sister is very lucky.”\n\nForg nodded, clasping his pendant. “I thank you.” \n\n“I see that you have been helping. That is good. We may have time to rebuild before your next raid. I don’t suppose you’ll tell me when *that* will happen, orc?”\n\nHe could see the hate in her eyes, the short blade in her hand, then shook his head. “They will come when they need to.” Forg knelt on the steps before her. “The price.”\n\nMinsa stepped closer and looked down at his solemn face. She cupped Forg's chin and lifted it, looked into those dark eyes, then kissed him. His lips were cold and hard, but melted like snow against her own. For a moment, they traded breaths: Forg’s, dank and heady, hers, creamy and honeyed. \n\nForg held her narrow waist for balance, enjoying the moment of love that most orcs never experienced. Minsa’s flesh was soft and warm, even under her wet clothes. He’d seen human women, naked before, driven from their beds and lovers. The memory excited him, and the orc leader felt his loins tingle. \n\nBreaking the kiss, she whispered, “one final mercy.” The blade sunk deep under his jaw, piercing his mouth and skull, killing him instantly. As the orc tumbled down the steps, Minsa cleaned her blade and returned inside.\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. Feedback and comments are always welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A sexual wedding tradition is taken more seriously than the groom expects
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"content": "(1)\n\nI'd known Felicia's family was traditional. That was one of the many things we had in common. We were both family oriented, we both thought light discipline of children was a good idea, we were both spiritual and attended services, we planned to raise the children in the faith. We both wanted big families. My parents got on well with hers. We had this whole marriage thing in the bag.\n\nThere was just *one*, itty bitty thing I didn't know about them.\n\nThey practiced Matrem Cum Filiis Sponsa Scriptor. \n\nIt's old tradition in our country. It was pre-industrial--hell, it preceded most written language. Only fringe groups in the former colonies still did it. The last time my family partook in the matrem cum filiis, Europeans hadn't reached North America. Or, so I'm told. Most families ignored it. A small number just treated the mother of the bride to a nice day of pampering. \n\nBut for Felicia's family, who have been in America since the May Flower, it was a tradition that they kept. \n\nShe sprang it on me a couple of months after she accepted my proposal. Naturally, it freaked me out. We got into a little bit of an argument that ended in her leaving the house to go to her parent's place. After about a week apart, it was more than I could bare. I called Felicia up and asked if we could discuss the situation over brunch. She agreed, but said her mother, Cheryl, had to be there. I accepted her terms.\n\n\"Hon...I don't know,\" I said, avoiding Cheryl's gaze as we had brunch. \"Wouldn't that be considered adultery?\"\n\n\"Excuse me?\" Cheryl said, eyes raised. Apparently I had offended her.\n\n\"No, sweetie,\" Felicia said, patiently. \"It wouldn't be considered cheating or anything like that. You absolutely have my approval to do this.\"\n\n\"But it just seems...wrong,\" I said.\n\n\"How dare you!\" Cheryl snapped. \"This is an important tradition to my family. We've been doing it since the start of our line. We practically invented it.\"\n\nYea, I had a few guesses as to *how* it probably started. \n\n\"I don't mean to offend your family, Mrs. McKay,\" I said. \"But it's not really something most people practice today.\"\n\n\"Well, the McKays do,\" Cheryl said. \"And if you plan on marrying my daughter, you will, too.\"\n\n\"Felicia, you can't seriously agree to that!\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, Alex,\" Felicia said, sadly. \"It's important to my family.\"\n\nI stared at the both of them. There were a lot of similarities between them. Both red heads, both short. Cheryl's breasts were larger by a cup size, maybe two. But I'm sure in poor lighting, if I squinted, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference. \n\n\"This is really that important to you?\" I asked Felicia.\n\nShe put a hand over mine and nodded. \n\n\"Then I'll do it,\" I said. \"For Felicia.\"\n\n\"Excellent,\" Cheryl said. \"Felicia will be coming home a week before the wedding to prepare. The night before your wedding, I will arrive at your house. I will make you dinner. We will have intercourse. We will spend the night in the same bed. I will make you breakfast the next morning. Then, we will proceed to the temple to commence the ceremony.\"\n\nThe next six months passed by quickly. We didn't really have much time to discuss the matrem cum filiis. We spent most of the time picking caterers, arrangements, venues, all of the *normal* wedding stuff. Suddenly, the week leading up to our big day arrived, and I found myself in the door to our bedroom, watching Felicia packing a bag for her week at her parent's house. I was starting to have second thoughts about this. \n\nFelicia turned around. \n\n\"I guess this is it,\" I sighed.\n\n\"It's going to be hard not seeing you for a whole week,\" Felicia said, staring up at me with her big, green eyes. I cupped her chin and leaned down for a kiss. She accepted my tongue. I reached a hand up to one breast. She pulled away.\n\n\"Sorry, cowboy,\" she said. \"Part of the tradition is that you can't enjoy me until our wedding night. The next woman you will be having sex will be Cheryl McKay.\"\n\n\"Don't remind me,\" I groaned.\n\n\"Hey,\" she said, poking me in the chest, grinning. \"It's just one night. Besides, my father never had any complaints.\"\n\nShe gave me one last kiss and walked out of the bedroom. I watched her get into her parent's car from our window, and stared at the spot long after they'd gone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] In a last ditch effort to improve morale and productivity in a lacking company branch, corporate appoints a succubus as their manager. (Male(s)/Female)
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"content": "Office kink again? Let's get it.\n\n---\n\nNoah breathed deeply in the hallway. Things had been rough at work as of late, and he hoped for things to go smoothly in the meeting. Apparently they had a new HR representative.\n\nOf course Noah being an average desk worker; had been left in the dark on such a thing. Same deal as always. Guys at the top change the game, and you're always playing catch-up.\n\nHe was going to be late, again. So, in the spirit of taking incentive, he straightened his tie, steadied his nerves and headed inside.\n\nNoah had to do some quick math on what he thought he was seeing. It didn't click right away, but if he was correct; someone was having sex in the next room. He could *see them* having sex in the next room.\n\nBoth were facing away from him sure. But he watched as someone's purple ass rode one of his coworkers for all he was worth.\n\nPurple?\n\nHe rubbed his eyes, to make sure everything was working as it should. No, she was definitely purple. And definitely riding a dick like she was trying to nab first place in the Kentucky Derby. She arched and tensed, and she rolled her head to look at him as he peered in the door at them.\n\nHe didn't know if he should look away, report this bizarre scene, or leave altogether. But the golden eyes returned a genuine warmth followed by a beautiful smile.\n\n\"Oh. It seems we're out of time love. My 10:30 appointment is here.\" She explained to the man on the table. \"Let's finish up now, okay?\"\n\nShe started to ride him again, before slowing to look at Noah again. \"-Oh, don't mind me. Have a seat. I'll be with you shortly.\"\n\nNoah reluctantly did as instructed. It was Pete from accounting, it turned out. Noah considered what type of weird conversation he might try to strike up during this with him. Pete loved to brag and all, especially about his luck with the ladies. But not this time. Pete was having a hard time keeping up. His legs were pinned and he found himself thrusting as hard as a man could in his position.\n\n\"Ma'am.\" Pete finally mustered, \"Ma'am?? I'm gonna'... I'm gonna'-\"\n\n\"Yes, right there!\" She said as she swung her hips backward now. Pete shut his eyes and she gave a light yet exalted shout. Noah watched him breath heavy and fall completely limp. She on the other hand, lifted herself off his cock and promptly straightened her miniskirt back to its typical length. Not that it wasn't mini. Her clothing hugged her figure in a way that could make even a stripper blush.\n\nNoah didn't know what to make of her, but it was something to behold. He'd heard of them before. Demons and such. It wasn't completely unusual. Mythical races of a variety had announced their presence a decade back and slowly their worlds began to meld together.\n\nIt hadn't been a necessarily easy transition. But it had happened for the most part. And so far, the loss of life had been much lower than expected. Contrary to popular belief, war didn't just break out over the unknown.\n\nWere there demons, angels, dragons and such coexisting with mankind now? Yes. Did that change the fact that bills needed to be paid or food needed to be on the table? Not a bit.\n\nAnd so, the world kept on turning.\n\nPete's world, however, just got rocked. Homeboy just got the ride of his life, and Noah began to wonder if this lady had ended it. His eyes had fixed and drool fell out of his mouth now. Did he stroke out? No pun intended.\n\n\"Is, um, is he okay?\" Noah finally managed to bravely ask.\n\nShe cleaned Pete's member from top to bottom with a tongue of such a length he did not expect. She licked the whole thing in one go, the thing wrapping around Pete like a Python going for the kill. Before long, she stood up, walked up to him, gave him a kiss and slapped his forehead.\n\n\"Okay.\" She said, \"Time's up. Good talking to you Pete. If you need more training, feel free to drop by.\"\n\nPete didn't say anything. He got up, straightened his clothes and proceeded to bounce of the doorframe as if he still didn't know which way was up. But, with some labor, he made it to the hall and disappeared.\n\nAnd now it was just them. She didn't say anything, sitting on the desk as if she hadn't just had sex on top of it and crossing her legs to look at a stack of papers she held casually in one hand.\n\n\"I'm-\" Noah began.\n\n\"Noah Stanfield. Sales and Marketing. Says you've been working here four years?\"\n\n\"Yes. That's correct.\" He reacted cautiously.\n\n\"Good.\" She said as she rubbed a hand along the horns atop her head. Noah offhandedly figured she could headbutt a ram in a fight if the situation arose. And win.\n\n\"My name is Malija. I am a seventh generation succubus from Dakazar. And I'm StryCorp's new HR for this region's department. Pleasure to meet you.\"\n\nAgain, she gave a very warm smile to him from her perch on the desk.\n\n\"I'm currently going through everyone's files. Apparently this place has issues with production due to a recent slump in morale. And that's where I come in.\"\n\nNoah nodded to agree, trying to take in some of the room's surroundings to see if anything else unusual was nearby. And there wasn't. It was a regular office filled with regular things. If anything, a normal person worked here if you didn't know any better.\n\nHe realized she was now standing about a foot away. When had she moved?\n\n\"You seem very nervous.\" Malija cooed. \"Why don't we fix that, hmm?\"\n\n\"Um... Okay?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where body tRansfer tech is accessible, certain taboos Have Interesting loopholes...
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"content": "Terri answered a knock at her bedroom door, hiding partially behind it, clad only in her bright blue lace bra and panties. She was surprised to see that her boyfriend was in the house. “Rick! Hi! You didn’t text?” she said, opening the door, freely revealing her body to him.\n\n“Do you have time for a quickie while your parents aren’t home?” he asked.\n\n“Straight to the point then, yeah?” she had to admit, she was at least a little horny, as she usually was. “Well… alright,” she shrugged, stepping into her room, as he followed.\n\n“Yes! You’re so sexy Teresa!” he said.\n\nShe stopped in her tracks. “Teresa? Why did you call me Teresa?” she asked, turning around, now scrutinizing him.\n\nHe was instantly flustered. “Terri! I meant. Uh, Terri!”\n\n“The only people who ever call me Teresa are mom, dad... and my brother, and you kind of sound like him… you don’t have your usual accent.”\n\n“What… what are you talking about?” he said, unsteadily, trying a bit too hard for a Californian accent rather than the generic Midwestern speech pattern he’d had before.\n\n“Jimmy? Is that you?” she said, one eyebrow raised in accusation. “Did you do a bodyswap with Rick?”\n\n“Dang it… yeah, it’s me,” Jimmy-in-Rick's body said. “My girlfriend wanted to peg me, and I’m not into that, but he is, and he said you aren’t, so I was like, okay let’s just switch and bang each other’s girlfriends,” he rambled.\n\n“Jimmy! You’re my brother!” Terri shouted.\n\nHe sighed. “Well… I mean, yeah, but… I’m not in my body! This body isn’t related to you! You have sex with this body all the time!”\n\n“Why do you even want to have sex with me, Jimmy? It’s weird.” she said, crossing her arms under her large bust.\n\n“You’re so hot!” he said.\n\nHe was right, for what it was worth. With a face made for Instagram, the fit cheerleader had ample curves in all the right places, long legs, breasts that were the envy of every other girl on the squad, and a butt that got her thousands of likes whenever she did squats on the web. Her long, rich-chocolate hair cascaded over her shoulders and tickled the tan skin of her plump tits, as she looked down at her own cleavage, sighing and conceding the point. “Sure, but you’re my brother!”\n\n“I don’t care!” He said, “If anything, that makes it hotter!”\n\n“It does not!” she said, putting her hands on her wide hips, her breasts bouncing, as she gestured.\n\n“Teresa, come on! You know you want to! This was expensive, and Rick’s not getting his body back until tomorrow! I know you were gonna go out with him, so what else are you gonna do?” Jimmy pleaded.\n\nTerri tilted her head back, looking at the ceiling, as she sighed. Here she was, slightly horned up and without her boyfriend for at least a day. She couldn’t deny that she’d gone from ‘slightly horny’ to ‘ready to fuck’ in the short span of time before she uncovered the ruse. She looked at her boyfriend’s handsome, blonde, surfer body, and she felt her pussy getting wet, irrespective of her dorky little brother’s mind being in it. She raised her hands, as she gave another dramatic sigh. “Fiiiine,” she said, “What do you want to do?”\n\n“Yes!” he cheered, pumping his fist. Jimmy couldn’t believe that he was finally going to get a chance to live out his fantasy of having sex with his hot, slutty older sister. “Tell me about something slutty you did!” he asked, as he started to whip off his t-shirt.\n\nShe smiled, just slightly, deciding to indulge him. “Last night, me and Cindy...”\n\n“Blonde with the big boobs?” he asked.\n\n“Yeah, Cindy ‘Double Ds’. They’re not as big as mine,” she said, squeezing her own 36 EE cup breasts, “but they're super nice. Anyway, made out and felt each other up on the couch in the living room at Chad Faulker’s party. She put her hand down my panties and fingered me right where anyone looking could have seen. I did the same to her.”\n\n“That’s so hot!” Jimmy said. His enthusiasm seeming unfamiliar coming from Rick’s mouth.\n\nTerri tilted her hips toward him. “I spent that whole party in my underwear. I challenged some boys to a game of strip poker, and I lost my dress, so I just walked around in my bra and panties for the whole night… it was actually kind of a turn on! I sucked off Rick and his cousin in one of the upstairs bedrooms… and I don’t even know his cousin’s name. I kind of don’t care.” a blush heated her skin, and she could feel her clit tingling with arousal, the memories of the night, and her recounting of her own wantonness, having gotten her horny despite everything.\n\nJimmy’s cock was threatening to burst out of his boxers, as soon as he dropped his jeans. “And now you’re going to let your brother fuck you in your boyfriend's body, because you’re such a horny slut!”\n\nShe rolled her eyes, looking away, but she couldn’t deny her own arousal at this point, her body fully ready to be fucked. She sighed, again, “Yes, fine. I’d rather fuck you than be horny and bored just to teach you a lesson.” Giving him a brief look, she decided that she might as well lean into it. She seductively slid her panties down her long, sexy legs, and she unclasped the front of her bra, shaking her heavy tits for him. “Come fuck your hot, slutty, sister Jimmy! I’m just too horny to say no!” she said, her own arousal almost managing to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.\n\nIn Rick’s body, Jimmy lunged forward, picking her up, and carrying her to her bed. “This body is really strong!” he said.\n\n“Yeah, isn’t it?” she giggled back, as he sat her down on her pink bedspread. He went in for a kiss, but she turned her head away, pushing his head down toward her breasts. “I’m not looking at you during this,” she said, even as he started to suck on her tits.\n\nTerri writhed in place and clutched at his head, drawing him to her and pressing her breasts into his face, as he sucked on her breasts, his tongue roaming over her bumpy, pink areolas and his lips sucking on her stiff, pink nipples. She recalled that she had once let slip that she really liked having her tits played with, and he obviously remembered, as he groped and massaged her boobs while hungrily sucking her with his mouth.\n\nTerri was moaning like crazy and almost involuntarily guiding him, her huge breasts being one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. Her breath quickened more and more, and she arched her back in arousal, as he rapidly licked at one of her nipples while rubbing and tweaking the other in his fingers, his face overwhelmed by her massive tits, groping her all the while. She clung to him with one arm, the other starting to work her clit, and she came after just a few minutes, moaning out what she knew would only be her first orgasm and flopping back onto the bed, panting, even as her body still hungered for more.\n\n“Your tits are so fucking amazing Terri!” He said, his dick bouncing out of his underwear, as he flung them off.\n\n“Mm hmm,” the cheerleader moaned, holding her own breasts in her arms and groping them herself, as she lay back on her bed, her round, jiggling, tits spreading out and reaching her chin. She saw him climbing onto the bed, and she rolled over onto her front, spreading her thighs and raising her butt for him.\n\nHe gave her round rump a quick smack and a hearty grope, enjoying watching her but jiggle and her little yelp of shock and arousal, before he grabbed her flared hips and plunged himself into her pussy.\n\nTerry moaned loudly and immediately began to rock back into him, pumping and rolling her hips and matching his thrusts, even as one of her hands started to grope and tweak her own breasts and nipples, and the other snaked between her legs to massage her clit.\n\nGuided by his sister’s moans, Jimmy used her boyfriend’s body to fuck her at a steady rhythm, surprised at how lively and hungry her pussy was. It practically felt like it was trying to swallow and devour him, in combination with the bellydancer-worthy motion of her hips, he was blown away by the fact that Terri was an even more legendary lay than he had ever fantasized about or than he had even heard that she was. It was all that he could do to hold out and keep fucking her, even as she was grasping and drawing at him so much that it practically felt like her cunt was jacking off his cock whenever it was fully inside of her.\n\nThe two fucked like mad for a frenzied time, faster and faster, as Terri approached a second climax. She bounced back against her boyfriend’s body, stroking and groping herself, and she came explosively, her body spasming, as her climax overtook her.\n\nJimmy finally let himself go, and he lifted her up off the bed, pulling her to his chest and turning her head to kiss her, as he pumped her pussy full of cum. She turned away from the kiss, at first, but soon simply relaxed against him and returned it, willingly making out with him, wantonly, as she rode out her climax and felt him pump her boyfriend's sperm deep into her womb.\n\nThe two collapsed forward onto her bed, Terri sprawled out underneath his weight, still impaled by his half-hard cock.\n\n“I can’t believe you made me kiss you,” she chided, half-heartedly\n\n“You did it though!” he enthused, “And it was hot!”\n\n“Ugh,” she said, even as an aftershock of orgasm fluttered through her, her pussy still squeezing at his cock.\n\n“Are you still up for that date later? I’ve got Rick’s car!” he panted.\n\nTerri rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically, even as her womanhood started to plan dinner."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elf is desperate to find shelter from a drenching downpour. They manage to find a cave and set themselves up for the night... but soon finds themselves in the company of a brutish enemy soldier.
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"content": "Kimmistrelle darted through the poring rain, the slim and busty elf’s long, blonde ponytail whipping about, drenched with water, as her long legs splashed through ankle-deep pools and puddles. “Mint! Are you okay?”\n\nThe green-haired pixie was having trouble flying in the downpour, her wings wet and her little green dress plastered to her body like a second skin, she gave herself a boost of thrust, struggling as she did, to zip toward the elf running ahead of her. “Catch me!” she called out, and soon she landed in Kimmi’s outstretched hand, being mercilessly pounded by water the whole time. “There’s a cave over there! Let’s get out of this rain!” the pixie shouted, as she tried to take cover under the bouncing shelf of the blonde’s bust, Kimmi holding the pixie to her body to shield her.\n\nCarrying her companion, Kimmi ran into the cave, relieved to find it apparently empty. Mint conjured a ball of light for them to see by. The cave was narrow, for a bit, but opened to an interior space just large enough for a camp. With the rain showing no signs of stopping, the two decided to hunker down for the night.\n\nMint conjured a warmly glowing ball of magic to serve as a campfire, as Kimmi effortfully pulled off her soaked thighhigh boots. She laid them out alongside her other clothing near the fire and, nude, the shapely elf pulled her bedroll from a nondimensional pouch, laying that by the fire too. Mint, too, laid her dress out, and she took a seat on the elf’s pillow, as Kimmi, herself, lay down on her bedroll.\n\nThe two could still hear the driving rain and thunder outside, even through the curving entrance of the cave.\n\nThe blonde elf’s hands began to idly wander over her smooth skin, brushing over the shelf of her large, heavy bust and even tweaking her increasingly stiff, pink nipples. It wasn’t long before one of her hands found it’s way between her thick, shapely thighs and started to play with the lips of her womanhood, gently stroking near her clit.\n\n“Already playing with yourself?” Mint asked, teasingly.\n\n“Mm hmm. You know you want to, too!” Kimmi remarked, winking, as she started to finger herself in earnest.\n\nMint didn’t answer, but she could only watch her lewd elven friend for a few moments, before she went ahead and conjured a humming sphere of energy into her hand and was soon pressing it against her own sex, her small body writhing and her tiny face contorting in pleasure.\n\nThe elf and pixie quietly masturbated for a short while, each reaching a gentle climax, as they lay in the warmth of their campfire. The pleasure was interrupted, though, by heavy footsteps coming into the cave.\n\nA huge orc came thundering in from the darkness, letting out a startled noise, as he came around the corner. Both girls shrieked, and the shirtless, muscular orc drew a rugged scimitar from the belt of his battle-kilt, shouting an unintelligible battle cry , as he started to step forward.\n\nNude, Kimmistrelle flipped to her feet, using one hand to gesture her way through a spell that summoned a glowing rapier of magical energy into her hand. “Fancy your chances?” she taunted, as she saw Mint conjuring a sphere of force.\n\nThe two parties faced off, the nude elf and pixie readying to dodge the charge they expected from the orc, as they partially circled each other. No charge came though, and the orc seemed to sway on his feet. After a moment, he collapsed to one knee, thudding loudly to the ground, supporting himself on his sword. It was only then, as he properly entered the light, that Kimmi noticed the blood pouring down his arm.\n\nThere was a long pause. “You’re hurt?” Kimmi finally said, cautiously.\n\nThe orc just stared at her, saying nothing.\n\n“I don’t think he’s got that much fight in him…” Mint said, still keeping her spell ready all the same.\n\nSuddenly, the leggy elf gracefully flipped forward, knocking the orc’s blade from under him with her own, and ending with her rapier pointed at his neck. The orc waited for the end. The end did not come, however. Instead the elf pointed to her own naked body and said “Kimmi”.\n\nAt first, he didn’t respond, and then he seemed defiant. She gave him an insistent look, however, and he grudgingly spoke, “Kahn.”\n\n“Cover me,” Kimmi said, getting a nod from Mint, and she eased the great orc back toward the wall of the cave. She sat him down there. She could tell that he was bleeding, but the topless orc was so muddy that it was hard to tell where from. Kimmi cast a small spell that allowed her to gradually clean the orc, his fresh, green skin coming into the air for perhaps the first time in weeks, if not months.\n\nKahn said something in Orcish, almost as if he were offended at having the grime cleaned from his body, but Kimmi continued, undaunted.\n\n“Stars! This makes you smell a lot better too!” Kimmi said, as she guided the magic to thoroughly clean the orc. She bound a wound that she found on his arm. She noticed then that his leg was bleeding too, from somewhere underneath his kilt. She went to open his garment, and the orc, who had thus far been still, submitting to her ministrations, grabbed her hand. They exchanged a look, Kimmi let her gaze lead his to the bandage on his arm, before she gently pressed on his leg, just enough to make him wince. He relented, and she undressed him.\n\nKimmi was sure to clean him here too, finding a gash on one of his legs, and a massive green cock between them. The elf didn’t meet his gaze, hiding her own blush, as she tried to focus on helping him.\n\nShe motioned for Mint to bring her something, and she took a small jar of ointment and started to rub it into Kahn’s leg. The orc grunted at the soothing, tingling feeling of the magical healing cream, and he also started to squirm under the elf’s massaging of his thigh. Seeing her there, with her naked body close in front of him, her large naked breasts swaying heavily under her as she rubbed lotion into his thigh, he could feel himself starting to stiffen. \n\nKimmi had been aware that this might happen, when she started, and she was on guard for the orc to become aggressive. He didn’t though, and when she looked at him, he seemed to be looking away, a look of embarrassment on his face. She smiled at him. He actually was rather handsome, not even for an orc, but just generally. He had cleaner, more chiseled features than she had come to expect of the orcs in his army, and his long, dark hair framed his face well. She could see his full lips quiver, as he tried to control his responses.\n\nKimmi couldn’t help but let her green eyes focus on his even greener cock, her mouth starting to water a bit, and her pussy getting wet. Finishing putting the salve on his thigh, she placed her hand on his chest, waiting to catch his eye. When he looked at her, she shared a long, longing gaze with him, and she climbed into his lap, straddling his muscular thighs and positioning her nude body over his. The orc seemed to have the instinct to take the initiative, but she shushed and calmed him, motioning for him to stay still. Weakened and sore from his injuries, he complied.\n\nThe slim, busty elf brought her wide hips down toward him, guiding the head of his massive cock into her sex, as she sat down in his lap. He grunted in pleasure, and she sighed in contentment, as she took him fully into her hot, tight pussy. She hugged onto him, pressing her massive breasts against his chest, her stiff nipples rubbing against him, and she kissed him tenderly. Gently, she began to ride him, grinding the pearl of her womanhood against his lap and rolling and pumping her hips, her pussy grasping and squeezing his cock all the while. She moved slowly up and down on him, finding what gave them both the most pleasure. The two fucked by the firelight for quite some time, Kahn eventually grasping onto Kimmi’s thighs, groping them and her round rump, as she rode him, their quiet sounds of pleasure mixing with those of the pounding rain outside.\n\nKimmi reached her first climax, shuddering against him, even as she continued to expertly ride him, her wanton pussy now milking his dick even more insistently, drawing him into her, hungry for his seed. His stamina was impressive though, and he seemed to want to savor the elf’s delightful body. Kimmi was wracked by a second orgasm, before he could finally take no more, and the urgent milking of her womanhood finally forced his cock to explode. Kahn tensed, grasping her wide hips and forcing her down onto him, hilting himself in her, as he burst forth a torrent, pumping his cum deep into the elf’s womb, her belly swelling, as he filled her with his seed. Kimmi cried out in pure pleasure, panting and rocking her hips, milking him with her pussy, as she felt herself expanding with his cum, her belly rounding out as he pumped her absolutely full. She collapsed back onto one arm, when he was finally done, her other hand caressing her now-round tummy, a blush passing over her skin, as she looked at him with a mixture of satisfaction, lust, and pride. She kissed him, unguardedly. “Elves have a saying,” she said, “Make love, not war.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Are you SURE you want to get in the tentacle pit?" Your succubus friend asked for the tenth time "For my kind its nothing but a pleasent romp and a fun way to waste a night but, I've heard for humans it can get a bit... intense."
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"content": "\"*It can be intense.\"* I said in a mocking tone. \"That's what you sound like, Carmilla.\" Carmilla was my best friend, through thick and thin, and she was a succubus. If it weren't for the fact that she was recalled to the pit of fiends, or whatever they call it, we probably would call ourselves sisters. That being said, I wholly attribute my love for sex to her.\n\n\"I don't sound like that, Kris.\" She arched an eyebrow back at me, knowing good and damn well that that particular move really turned me on. \"I'm just saying. You've never done it before, you already cum easier than any other person I've met, and the tentacles don't just *stop* when you want them to. They stop when they want to.\"\n\n\"*They stop when* ***they*** *want to.\"* I mocked again. \"So, what you're saying is that I'm gonna come a lot, and put like, no effort into it? Fine.\"\n\n\"Okay, don't say I didn't warn you. And enjoy a sore asshole tomorrow.\" Carmilla laughed as she sat back, ready to watch.\n\nA sore asshole? A sore everything. I didn't even really have enough time to get into the pit fully before it started on me. It's tendrils writhed up my thighs with a silky touch; just the contact made my pussy begin to throb in anticipation. Carmilla was right, I cum easier than she does, and she's a fiend that was literally ***created*** to do this shit. The tentacles rubbed across my bare pussy lips, barely tugging against them, sliding across my puckered asshole, and up my ass crack. \"Well, hello,\" I said with a smile.\n\nThe tendrils further explored my body, rubbing across my hardening nipples, flitting against them. They stroked my face. They brushed my hair aside. Then, just as I thought it was going to me gentle, I felt the tendrils wrap around my ankles, my wrists, my waist, and my neck, and I was suspended in the air. Tendrils thrust at me from all sorts of directions, prodding at the supple flesh of my curves, looking like elongated cocks in blue, purple, and green hues. I could feel the tingle of desire between my legs, and my movements caused a dribble of my own juices to barely drip out of me. Even the drip was caught by a tendril, seeming to lap it up. \n\nI held my breath as the first tendril braced to pass inside me. I could feel the pressure against my outer pussy lips, then the first urging inside of me, passing the intense barrier of pleasure that the first penetration always brought. And then, *boom,* it was inside of me. Like fireworks in my mind, I could feel the undulating thrust of the tentacle and each striation in its form. \"Oh, fuck,\" I said aloud.\n\nI heard Carmilla mumble, \"Told you so.\"\n\nThat was barely the beginning. The first thrust pounded at me gently in comparison to the others, each quake traveling through my body, causing my breasts to shake violently across my chest. \"Oh, God,\" I said, feeling the build up of tension as an orgasm began to develop. The angle of the tentacle changed, thrusting up and back, and after several more hard, fast, thrusts, I exploded in orgasm. I felt the warm quake through my body, contracting around the tendril, drawing my legs closer in convulsion, but compelled to stay spread by the tentacles. With my orgasm came spurts of fluid. \n\n*Am I squirting?* I asked myself, but didn't have time to check as another tendril found purchase, and slid into my asshole. The pain, at first, was unbearable. It didn't care if it hurt me. But after a moment, and perhaps my own lubrication running down from my pussy, the tendril in my asshole thrusted harder and deeper than any cock had before. With a tendril in both my pussy and my ass, the pressure between the two was almost unbearable, and I could already feel myself inching closer to another orgasm. *What's this?* I felt the tug of another tendril -- no, two; one was snaking up my body, plunging into my mouth. The second was smaller, it seemed, and violently thrashed against my clit. \n\n*Fireworks.* Again, my body convulsed, thrashing against the foreign entities in my body. I didn't hate it. No, *I wanted fucking more.* I could feel myself dripping with excitement, or having squirted again, or maybe it was the tendril. I couldn't tell. I stated to scream, but it muffled against the tendril in my mouth, forcing itself down my throat, pulling back in ample time to let me catch my throat. I gasped, smiling, barely able to utter an \"Mmm...\" as it delved back in. \n\nI bucked my hips against the two tendrils in my pussy and ass, and I could feel another orgasm coming. The tendril rubbed against my pussy lips like a hungry animal, spreading, *mashing* itself against me with rabid desire, flicking, flitting, fucking, and pounding. *But, still, I wanted more.* The next time the tendril came out of my mouth, I said, \"More!\" and bucked harder than I had yet. \n\nSeeming to accept the challenge, another tendril shot out and snaked into my pussy, alongside the other tendril already within. Instantly, I came. The warm electricity coursed through my body like nirvana, my eyes rolling back in my head, threatening to overload me and cause me to black out. Resisting, I pushed back against the tendrils inside me, clenching my muscles voluntarily. They worked in unison, one would reach far back, against my cervix, the other would retreat without completely exiting. Then, they would alternate, undulating inside of me, pulsing with their own pleasures. Each one engorged separately, ribbing against my delicate insides, once again, causing me to explode in a violent orgasm. My body shook, quaked, and I screamed out in pleasure. I didn't know if they were tears of pleasure, or my eyes watering from being gagged by the tendrils in my throat. \n\nI lost track of time while I was in the pit, but it felt like a wonderful forever. When I came to, I was outside of the pit, and Carmilla was sitting beside me smiling. \"What?\" I asked her. When I moved, my body ached.\n\n\"Well, you did better than I expected. Good luck with all that.\" She said with a laugh.\n\n\"All what?\" I looked down at my body. I was covered in the sticky -- cum? -- of the tendrils. It was clear that it was all over my face, my hair, on my tits, running out of my pussy like a faucet -- especially as I sat up -- and my sore ass bore witness to the debauchery. \"Ow,\" I said, laughing. \"When do you think I could do it again?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Let it all out..." she whispered in his ear, stroking harder as he came, the vibrator in his ass turning up a level.
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"content": "Contains gentle femdom, CEI\n***\nSamantha came home to an aroma-filled house. *Succotash*, she thought, catching the bright notes of cider vinegar over simmering beans. The comforting smell relaxed her as she put away her bag, shoes and coat, then peered into the kitchen. Harry’s back was to her while he washed dishes and was wearing her favorite running shorts, the green ones that just barely covered his cute butt. She hugged him from behind and the surprise made him yelp. Harry could be so skittish, it was adorable. As soon as she pressed her chest to his back, he melted in her embrace.\n\n“Welcome home, honey.” \n\n“It’s good to *be* home.” The oven must have been on for hours, heating the kitchen air as well. Samantha untied her silk scarf and unbuttoned the collar of her blouse. *So glad I wore a skirt today.* Standing on her tippy toes, she nuzzled in the nape of his soft neck. “Dinner smells amazing.”\n\n“It’ll be ready soon. Can I fix you something to drink?”\n\n“No, I’ll get one,” she said, filling two tumblers with ice. Harry may have worked in restaurants all his life, but Samantha knew her way around a bar. As he dried his hands, she gave him an Old Fashioned. “Cheers.” The drink was smooth and sweet, just like him. \n\n&nbsp;\n\nHe served the vegetarian meal with a side of lightly dressed spring mix and fresh cornbread, the kind of flavors that were familiar and delicious. His “rustic” presentation was carefully manipulated so that every morsel was a pleasure to chew. Harry looked proud of his meal and Samantha was proud of him for putting it together. \n\n“How did job hunting go today?” she asked. \n\nAll of his confidence blew out with a long sigh. “I put in some new applications, even some of the chains out in Eastland, but no call backs. I went for a walk to clear my head and started applying again, but I’m at the bottom of the barrel now.”\n\n“Did you call Gus, like I asked?” Her cousin owned a pizza place and seemed to need a new line cook every week. \n\nHarry was silent, gazing down at his greens, looking for the right words. “It...it feels weird, to beg your family for work.”\n\nShe put down her fork a little too hard on the plate. “It’s not begging. You of all people should know what that sounds like. This isn’t some Godfather/Goodfellas thing, you know. You’ve been out of work for six months, *he* can’t keep a cook on the line. It’s a good match...if you get the job.” His face reddened. “Oh, you don’t think my cousin has standards? If you can’t push out chicken marsala, eight all-day, you’d be out the door too, Beard awards and everything.”\nHarry pushed the beans on his plate without taking a bite. What little was left of his presentation was slowly destroyed by his fork and the heat-death of the universe. When her hand gently squeezed his wrist, he stopped moving.\n\n“You know I’m right. Do you want me to call?” She knew he did, but Samantha also knew that certain family members would be shocked and appalled at the very idea of a woman getting a job for her man. \n\nHe looked at her thumb, running circles over his skin and sighed. “You’re right. You’re right. I’ll call tomorrow. Promise.” \n\nSamantha cradled his jaw and kissed him. His lips tasted like cider and tomatoes. “Good boy.” They finished dinner, catching up on her work before retiring into the living room. Harry waited for her to get comfortable in the corner of the couch, stretching her legs over the sectional cushions. When he tried to sit down, she stopped him.\n\n“Not like that. You had a pretty rough day but still made a wonderful meal for me. You also didn’t do what I asked, so in both cases, you deserve *something*.” She loved how excited he looked. “Get your toy box.”\n\nWhile he bounded into the bedroom, Samantha pulled off her scarf and unbuttoned her blouse. The air felt nice on her warm belly. He opened a plastic bin and presented it to her. \n\n“Beads tonight, okay?” Between her fingers was a string of steel balls, ordered by increasing size. She tested the remote and the balls hummed. Pressing again, they shook more violently. The tip of Harry’s bulge peeked out from under the running shorts. After turning off the vibrations, she tied his wrists in front with her scarf. “Come here, lay down with me.”\n\nHe rested his head on her lap and nuzzled into her waist, tickling her with his nose. All she had to do was tap his hip and Harry knew to pull down his shorts, ass exposed. There was lube already smudging his inner thighs.\n\n“You got ready, you little stinker,” she giggled. \n\nHe craned his head to see around her chest. “I had a hunch. I know how you don’t like mes-ahh… messes.” \n\n“No fucking pussy for you tonight, is that understood?”\n\nIf he was disappointed, he didn’t let on. “Yes, mistress.”\n\nThe first bead pushed into his hole with ease, the string, slowly gobbled up until the next bead sat flush against his skin. “I love how you’re blushing,” she said, running her free hand through his hair. His smile was priceless, changing to anticipation, an eager, open-mouthed expression as she pushed the next one in. “How are you feeling?”\n\n“Loved,” he whispered. He was right.\nSamantha turned on the vibration and he gasped, squirming in her lap. His flush skin was hot against her belly, but the thought of his pleasure in her hands was what sent tingles through her body. She pressed the largest bead into his hole until he swallowed it. “How’s that?”\n\n“F-filling. It feels really...really good.”\n\n“You deserve it, good boy. Face up please.” \n\nHarry licked his lips and turned up. The humming between his legs became muffled as his ass sunk into the cushion but his cock stood at attention. His legs still scissored back and forth, trying to wring out every last ounce of pleasure from those beads. Her hands pulled up his shirt and she raked his chest with her pointed nails. “Aaaah!” His cock throbbed each time she flicked his hard nipples. \n\n“You like that, don’t you? Like how it tingles and makes you clench, each time I touch you?” She lowered her hand between his legs. Clicking the button made the beads vibrate even harder, until she could feel them through his skin. Harry’s hips began to buck when her fingertips circled his hole. “My sweet boy, do you want me to touch your balls?”\n\n“Yy-yess, mistress,” he whimpered. “Please... touch my balls.”\n\nSamantha knew that CBT wasn’t his thing. The few times they had experimented with humiliation, neither of them could shake the feeling of degradation, even if it was consensual. Still, Harry loved when she fondled them, and they were heavy on her fingers. She separated them and cupped them while rubbing the base of his shaft with her thumb. Pre-cum began to drip from his shiny tip. “Oh, would you look at that?” Harry turned his face and groaned again into her belly as she worked it back over his cock with slow, spiralling strokes. The hum of his anguished voice on her skin made her wet, and she played with his hair, tracing his ear.\n\n“Would you like more, my good boy?” Her hand gripped his cock more firmly. A nod. Samantha pumped him with short fast strokes until her hand was hot. Harry was moaning harder, unable to control the speed or ferocity of his pleasure. She clicked the bead controller to its final setting, a wave pulse that started small and increased to earthquakes in a matter of seconds. Harry’s response was immediate. They locked eyes and smiles as he edged closer to the precipice.\n\nThen, nothing. The beads were turned off, Samantha’s hand left his cock bouncing and cooling in the air. Harry was panting on the couch when she slid out from under him and took off her skirt and panties.\n\nHe looked confused. “I thought you said no pussy tonight.”\n\nStraddling his red face, Samantha looked down at his eager eyes, inches from her sex. “I said no fucking.” She dropped and saw stars. Holding on the couch back, her pussy dragged over his chin, mouth, and nose. Every curve of his face was a new toy to play with. Over and back, she began again, teasing them both while still minding his breathing. \n\nHarry only let out soft mews as he lapped her delicate folds, her hood and swollen clit. As her pussy covered his face with her slick, he licked himself to get more of her taste. His submission was total. When she grabbed tufts of his hair and pulled him up, they both knew it was time. As Samantha rode his face into her own personal oblivion, he could only groan with her until the ecstasy flowed out of her.\n\n“Do you like how I taste?” she sighed, sliding down his body. \n\n“The sweetest nectar, mistress. You taste amazing.”\n\nSamantha smeared her pussy over his shaft, then sat on his lap. Jerking him, she said, “My good boy, I feel the same way about you.” The beads vibrated again. The room was filled with the slick sound of her hand slapping into his base as she stroked faster. He looked like he wanted to touch her, to touch his cock, do anything with his bound hands, but was forced to receive only pleasure though his member.\n\n“All of it, give me all of it,” she commanded. “Cum for me.”\n\nThe first spurt hit his chest pooling at his sternum. Samantha cheered and pulled more, the ropes of his semen spattering lower,dribbling over her hand and his belly. The musky odor was heavenly, and she licked her palms. “Do you want to try?”\n\n“What, my… we’ve never.”\n\nShe lifted him up to sit behind him, legs wrapped over his lap. Pulling a streak of cum on her fingers, she lifted it to his mouth and waited. Harry sucked her fingers. “What do you think?”\n\n“A little bitter? Not bad?”\n\n“Not *bad*? Do you think I have such terrible taste buds?” Scooping more from his chest, she fed his cum back to him, sharing the load until he was clean. She left a cum-stained kiss on his neck. “My sweetest boy, you taste the best.”\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was ready to showcase her prototype teleportation spell, all she had to do was warp in and take in the awe of the crowd. On que she warped in and quickly she realized two things: It was unusually drafty, and despite having a good guess as to why she was too scared to look.
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"content": " \\[first time poster. Contains: Public nudity, mild power-play\\]\n\nLuisia glanced at the crowded auditorium where several hundred people had gathered. Not only fellow Magi or students, but also simple noble folk, curious about the announcement. She was very excited about giving this lecture about the new teleportation spell she had researched, but those were a **lot** of people. Archmage Sylvis -- an elven wizard of hundreds of years of experience and her supervisor -- took one of the front seats. They gave her a small reaffirming nod, that meant she was to start the lecture now. The mousy mage swallowed a few times and stepped up to the podium.\n\n“Th...Thank you for coming e-everybody. Today I will present to you a p-project that I’ve been working on the last f-few months. As many of y-you know, teleportation is a kind of magic at the level of archmagi. M-most aspiring wizards will find it beyond their reach for their entire life.”, she started, glued to her notes. Then she remembered that she should make eye contact with the audience while lecturing and looked around. Yes. There were still a whole lot of people. Some of which were chatting among each other instead of listening, others looked bored. Great start.\n\n“H-however, with the research I will present to you today, even an advanced apprentice might soon teleport to distant places and even bring fellow travelers. I believe this could usher a new age in culture, trade, and… p-p-politics.”, she continued. Big claims up front to catch the audience’s attention. To her relief *and* her dismay it seems to work, everybody was looking at her curiously -- save maybe Sylvis, who pinned her with their stare. They were a great teacher, though very firm and hard to impress.\n\n“The theory of regular teleportation is l-linked to the manipulation of space. This requires mastery of the 7th arcanum… or 5th if y-you count lesser versions. T-the spell I’m introducing today, and this will be the first public presentation, is instead of the 2nd arcanum, which a talented mage just off the university will be able to cast. The way to achieve this f-fr-frugality is by utilizing the resonance of the b-body with the ley lines.” She swallows hard. Too many difficult words. Or not enough of them. Some of the audience members seem to have lost interest already. Though the pinning eyes of Sylvis still lay on her.\n\nShe continues to stumble through the explanation of the resonances used in the casting, as well as a way too deep description of regular teleportation. The cutting of space and how it drained the wizard’s power. Again and again her eyes wander to the Archmage for reassurance, though instead she finds a light bemusement, as if they were thinking of a joke she was not in on yet. Was there a fatal flaw in her theory? That couldn’t be, she had tried the spell over and over at home, so it would surely work. Was her explanation wrong? Even if she had an opportunity to ask them, she was unlikely to receive an answer. Sylvis was a strong proponent of having a student make and recognize their own mistakes instead of simply explaining the error. They claimed it *taught a better lesson*. Luisia got the feeling she was about to be taught quite a lesson.\n\nFinally she wrapped up the explanation and stepped forth from the podium.\n\n“And now as the final part of this l-lecture, I shall show a casting of the spell. While I will only teleport to the o-other end of the lecture hall, I-I can assure you that the spell could carry somebody hundreds of miles.”\n\nShe drew the sigil to tap into the ley lines and added a drop of her blood to the white of the chalk, to make the connection. This uncommon practice got a bit of a reaction from the audience, some of which may associate it with blood magic -- though that notion was silly and outdated. She rolled up her sleeve and repeated the same sigil on her skin, in blood with a bit of chalk mixed in. “A-and now that the connection has been made, a short invocation will unleash the power.”\n\nShe spoke the words and stomach leaped, then dropped. Her vision was a bit blurry too, though she was clearly at the other end of the lecture hall, as promised. There was some ruffling of cloth somewhere. And she felt a bit cold.\n\nLuisia took a look around. There were shocked gazes, some surprised gasps, and even some giggles. It had become a bit drafty too.\n\nShe swallowed a few times and looked towards Sylvis again. Their slight bemusement had become a full-on smile and instead of the pinning stare, their eyes wandered over Luisia. This was when it clicked in her head. The connection of the **body** to the ley lines, instead of warping space. She didn’t dare to look. She didn’t need to. The heat of a blush rushed all over her body. So many people came here to see her show her research, only to find her expose… more. It was exciting.\n\nShe coughed. “Very well, as you can see, I arrived safe and sound at only a fraction of the metaphysical cost of the more standard ways of translocation. With the explanation given before, many of you should be able to replicate my results.”\n\nThey were all still staring, clearly not at her face. A smirk whiffed across her face, and it would be a lie to claim her nipples were only stiff due to the temperature. Of course she noticed immediately how inappropriate some of her thoughts were, in a space of learning. She glanced once more to Sylvis.\n\n“Any questions?”, Luisia asked and purposefully put her hands behind her back. ‘It is only as weird as you make it’, she told herself. Now she checked to the other side of the room, to see -- sure enough -- her formal robe in a heap on the floor. There was an impulse to run over and put it back on, but she pushed it down. Firstly that would have ruined her show that this was all intended. Secondly and more importantly, her supervisor shook their head ever so slightly as if to say *Not until you learned the lesson*. They eyes practically pinned her in place.\n\nAnd according to tradition, Sylvis was to ask the first question. Though the audience looked like their mind was in no position to formulate speech either way.\n\n“I applaud you for your willingness to challenge the framework of spell-weaving and to *experiment* with novel approaches.” Their glance asked quite clearly ‘*how were you running the experiments before that you only notice now?’*. Luisia blushed.\n\n“It is clear to me, that this spell will herald a change in culture and politics, though the applications to trade remain to be seen.” they continued at a slow pace. Luisia felt that they were slow to get to the point quite intentionally.\n\n“So my question is this: are there any limitations that you know of to this spell?”, they finally asked.\n\nWell there was an obvious one, but admitting that straight away would be foolish.\n\n“Certainly. Due to the utilization of the network of ley lines, the further the jump, the harder it is to pinpoint a location. Though this is no different to a regular teleportation spell. Instead of arriving at, say a friend’s home, it’s possible to… land in the middle of a crowded market.”, she admitted. So far she had only teleported to remote locations, for safety. Though the prospect was now very tempting.\n\n“Also, as you might have noticed, it is… not possible to transfer objects in the same way a regular teleportation spell would. As you have no doubt guessed, this is due to the interconnection of the metaphysical self to the ley lines, and thus likely a categorical drawback of this approach.”, Luisia added. Sylvis nodded, content with the answer. *Lesson learned*.\n\nSylvis stood up and clapped their hands. “Very well, I’m satisfied with the information you provided. I’m sure the rest of the audience will excuse that we close the lecture now. They will have plenty to discuss among themselves and I’m sure the wizards cannot wait to try out the spell themselves. Let us adjourn to the privacy of my laboratory. There are plenty of experiments I want to conduct.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She chose the wrong day to not wear her supersuit. The villain she's fighting disabled her invisibility.
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"content": "Chloe Smith aka Captain Chameleon in all honesty just wanted a girls night out. This was supposed to be a break for her nineteenth birthday and after almost a year of superheroics she felt it was a well deserved one. So for the first time in a while she got to hang out with her friends and enjoy some quality time with them. The whole day was planned and at the time they were spending it at the spa. So Chloe was enjoying her time getting a nice message when Doctor Apocalypse had to just start attacking the mall!\n\n *Fuck this* Chloe thought to herself as she just lied down and tried to ignore the supervillain. After all with her other secondary powers of strength and invulnerability she would easily shrug off anything thrown her way, even ignoring the fact Dr Apocalypse really didn't ever do that much. Surely the police could handle this one? As Chloe tried to tune out the screams and whimpers of her terrified friends and enjoy some meditation she listened to the goings on in the mall. After an hour in Chloe began to suspect the police were not coming and expected her to fix it.\n\n Sighing to herself she got up and went to her bag ignoring the frantic whispers of her friends telling her to get down. *Fuck my life, fuck my life, fuck my life, fuck my life* she chanted as she covered her breasts with one arm and worked her way back to the changeing room. Once there she began riffling through her bag for her supersuit not finding it there. Of course it wasn't, after all it's a girl night out and who would bring their supersuit with them? It's only the thing that protects her identity and actually responds to her powers correctly. Who needs that useless peace of fabric!\n\n Ignoring the yells outside Chloe tried experimenting with various ideas for a mask. The towel would not work and neither would her shirt. Her tights maybe but it would be visible to everyone..... Chloe suddenly had a solution.... No one would really know if she actually wore her super suit if she stayed invisible! So with the utmost confidence Chloe just activated her powers then and there. Appreciating her non-appearance in the mirror she boldly walked past her friends and into the main mall completely naked. Feeling an exhilaration walking past dozens of onlookers with them none the wiser she decided she needed to try this out a bit more in the future as a small part of her enjoyed the freedom of it.\n\n Deciding not to rush herself Chloe leaned on a wall and just took in Dr Apocalypse in her oversized goggles and a spider like mecha whilst. She was busy ranting to the other side of the mall at concerned onlookers. *What a nerd* Chloe thought to herself as the Dr began yelling about some mumbo jumbo about revenge and bending light rays and transparency blah blah blah. Feeling a bit cold Chloe just hopped her way over towards the mecha as quite as she could be, pulled her fist back and punched with all her might.\n\n She could see her arm.\n\n She could see her arm.\n\n **SHE COULD SEE HER ARM!!!**\n\n *Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!* Startled she turned her fist to the side and just grazed the mechas leg making it fall to it's knees but still be in one piece. It was at an awkward angle now and three of the mechas spindly legs fell down and began scraping against the ground trying to lift itself back up. The Dr screamed as the other half of the legs was sat upon by the cockpit. Now at an angle Chloe quickly dashed to the underside of the cockpit and turned with her back towards it, facing the three scraping legs.\n\n \"Ah I must have just missed you then Captain! A shame I didn't get to see you for once, I doubt you'll be nearly as strong when fully visible to the naked eye! Then once and for all I Dr Apocalypse will...\" And droaned on she did as Chloe panted to herself terrified and embarrassed, the latter causing her to turn bright red. This never happened before! She looked at her bare arms as her head tilted more and more downwards. Being visible to all of the DRs attacks right now was the least of her concerns.\n\n She hurriedly covered her tits as best she could with her arms and glanced around for anything at all to protect her modesty. There was a few objects away from the mecha but doing so would expose her to the public. How long exactly was she naked like this! Who saw her! The chill air brushed against her skin causing her nipples to harden. She yelled in frustration.\n\n \"Trying to activate you powers again! It's no use, as long as my bacta field is fully functional it shall prevent your contortion of light waves. Face it you have no other choice but than reveal yourself to the whole world and face my full wrath-\" Dr Apocalypse said.\n\n *Bacta what?* Chloe thought as one of the legs grabbed a solid foothold and pulled itself up helping carry the cockpit upwards. The other two legs with more room were quickly making progress on standing up correctly and the three other legs were no longer pinned. Chloe yelped making sure to stand up correctly and prayed to whatever god there was that no one could see her ass. Despite the fact she felt her ass pressed firmly against the cold grey metal she could not help but feel thousands of eyes googling at it. She shut her eyes as hard as she could and thought *Just don't think about! Chill out Chloe come up with a plan. Don't think about it.* \n\n Well if the Dr had set up the machine surely she could turn it off right? All Chloe had to do was pull her out of the cock pit, she could do that right now by turning around and punching her way through and yanking her out. If needed even grabbing onto a leg and climbing up quickly and punching her way in from underneath was a solution, less modest and cool sure but the quicker this nightmare was over the better. Taking long calming breaths she opened her eyes.\n\n She couldn't see the spider legs.\n\n She turned around.\n\n She couldn't see the cockpit either.\n\n She did see though a group of citizens looking on with shock.\n\n Chloe screamed frantically putting one leg up and using both her arms to cover her front. \"Yes fear it captian, I have harnessed your own power whilst taking it from you. Now I am the predator and you the pr-\" said Dr Apocalypse.\n\n\"Fuck you!\" Chloe shrieked as a camera flash with a click came from behind. One hand instincvely shot back to cover the crack of her ass but in the process revealed her right breast. Another camera flash came from the group facing her. Chloe turned redder than she thought possible as her left arm then had to try and cover her right breast as well. Unfortunately having all this happening at once and balancing on one leg was difficult as Chloe fell backwards on to the floor. Surprised her limbs spread out in all directions.\n\n\"Woah um well wow. I didn't honestly expect you to snap like that Captain. This is just like a bit of fun now, there's no need to take it so personally okay. Maybe some time we should discuss-\" Chloe snapped herself out of her brief daze as she heard the remaining spider legs catch purchase and drag the cockpit upwards. She starred at the mall ceiling and saw onlookers on the second story starring in turn downwards. They had cameras. Yelping she threw both her arms up and used the elbows to block her nipples. Then she snapped both legs shut and crossed them. She tried quickly to work out the best way our of there before suddenly something pressed down on her stomach.\n\n Heaving at the sudden weight Chloe was winded. She grabbed onto it with her arms and tried to pull herself up as the Dr screamed. In doing so she uncrossed her legs and had them separated and facing away from her body. From the groups of citizens perspective it looked like she just chose to present herself to them. The onlookers on the second story floor also got a perfect view of her breasts as her hands were a bit preoccupied. Chloe wanted to become invisible again as more and more flash photography went off in the Mall and caught her bare naked flesh in all its glory.\n\n Still grabbing tightly on to the arm she was lifted off the ground then slammed into it repeatedly as the Dr ranted and raved. The arm then twerked side to side violently before finally flicking her off, causing her to hurtle through the air, past a small fountain and into the window of a paint store. She broke straight though shelf after shelf of paint cans, each one exploding violently as she hit them. She only stopped upon impacting against and leaving a crater in the wall. Sliding down onto the ground she stopped for a moment to catch her breath.\n\n \"Madam?\" Asked a store clerk. Checking him out Chloe found him to be around roughly the same age as her and admittetaly very handsome. In any other situation she'd have tried asking him out but now was not the time for that. To her dismay though she did grow more wet. *Why is it always the cute ones* she thought to herself, suddenly becoming much more aware of her predicament upon seeing him starring wide eyed and blushing at her body. She looked down at herself and saw she was a mess of conflicting colours. All over her body was splotches of blue or red paints with green and yellows as well. Beside the odd area of uncovered skin it seemed the entire stores choice of colours was on her body now in some amount. She held her hand up wanting help as the clerk quickly pulled her up. She ignored the bulge in his pants."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Super Powers make dating hard. Invulnerability means it takes excessive force to feel anything, super strength means it’s easy to hurt a lover by accident, and flight powers have a annoying habit of activating mid act. So supers tend to pair off.
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"content": "Their bodies made a massive, six inch dent into the metal wall, to go with the half dozen other, similar holes they'd made in the little iron cage Dirk--also known as the hero, Gigamax-- had built that made his little arrangement with Sentry possible. The collision should have hurt. It should have at least knocked her out. But it took more than slamming into the wall, more than Dirk, even with all his super human strength, to do any real damage to her.\n\n\"I told you harder!\" she snarled into his ear.\n\n\"Any harder and this thing comes down on us,\" he said, thrusting into her. \n\n\"Good. Quit being a pussy and do it already.\"\n\nHe grabbed her by the shoulder, with two, massive hands, and lunged her, with all his might, at the opposite wall. She went right through 4 feet of solid metal, rolled on the hard earth outside their cage, and came to a stop by an old oak tree. \n\nHe walked over to her, his 8 inch, erect penis flopping in the air. \n\n\"That was better,\" she said, getting to her feet. \"Again.\"\n\nHe sighed and walloped her. A regular person would have had every bone in their body shatter from a punch like that. To Sentry, it felt like a tickle. \n\n\"No, harder!\" she shouted. \"Like this!\" \n\nAn upper cut sent Dirk flying twenty feet up into the air. His 250 pound form landed six feet away, cutting a deep crater in the earth. \n\nShe stood over the pit, annoyed. \n\n\"It's lucky you're attractive,\" she spat. \"Otherwise, I wouldn't even bother.\"\n\n\"It's me or no one,\" he sneered. \"Heard you paralyzed the last guy--\"\n\nShe landed on top of him. Both fists took turns pounding his smug, handsome face. His hand came up, caught one, and squeezed. Then he grabbed the other fist and forced her onto her back. They rolled around among the jagged rocks and dirt, fighting to see who would come out on top. He knocked his skull against hers. The surprise, more than the pain, caught her off guard. He pinned her down, her breasts jiggling, and buried himself deep inside her.\n\nWith a force that would have killed a regular woman, or even any other enhanced person who lacked super strength, he thrust into her. A living jackhammer. \n\nThey didn't love each other. They didn't like each other. They did it purely because they were horny, and they would have killed anyone else who tried to have sex with them. They alone were the known supers who were strong enough to endure such catastrophic fucking.\n\nThe ground quaked beneath them. Trees and boulders several miles away shook and threatened to fall or roll down towards sleepy towns. \n\nShe managed to kick him into the air, and twenty feet across from her, straight through the wall of his stone cottage in the middle of nowhere. She focused all her energy on her legs and leapt that distance, down through his roof, directly on top of the muscled hero. She knocked the wind out of him. He'd recover soon.\n\n\"I'm going to do you a favour and show you how to do this,\" she sneered. \n\nFifty miles away town had to be evacuated, as they were hit with a quake that annihilated their town. Thankfully, none were injured or killed. People who knew of similar events in the past heard rumours that the super hero known as Gigamax was shacked up nearby. \n\nWhen Gigamax finally came, it was with a force so intense that his seed actually sent Sentry flying through the hole she'd made in the roof. \n\nShe landed, six feet away from the broken up cottage, covered in the white seed of a hero."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Some sects of cristianity say that heaven is eternal luxury. I don't know about you guys, but a sexy woman waking up next to me every morning sounds pretty luxurious…. What would a heavenly brothel be like?
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"content": "He was terrified, he had been all alone, wandering the vast, likely endless empty expanse of mist shrouded hardwood flooring.\n\nEach time he grew exhausted, he would begin to feel sick, and vomit an entire folded, bone-dry tent.\n\nThe sky never darkened, but the fabric shut out all light, and the mist somehow never passed the flap.\n\nHe wpuld lay down each time, grateful for the soft bedding beneath him, and despising the lonelyness.\n\nHe was not tired, he was not hungry, he was not cold, or hot, or thirsty, or damp, or drying out.\n\nBut he was alone, *alone.*\n\nEvery time he laid down, he prayed for company, for another person, even someone hateful.\n\nAnd then his dreams came, darkness, stars, flowers and trees, children laughing, as if to mock him for living his life without another.\n\nAnd every time, he woke alone.\n\nWhich is why, the first time that it had happened, it had caught Him off guard.\n\nWhy was his bed so warm, why was she beside him, and why was her breath so impossibly sweet?\n\nWhy did she not fade like his other dreams?\n\nHe had never dreamt of the wooden ground, never dreamt of the scarlet tent.\n\nHere he was, and this mysterious woman was with him.\n\nShe was beautiful, abstractly, not bony, not skinny, not fat, not tall, from what he could tell, nor short, either.\n\nHer hair was a silvery grey, like an elderly woman, but she was clearly young, perhaps 20 or 30 or maybe 40, her face resting comfortably in that timeless youthful age range as she slept in perfect tranquility.\n\nHer hair was certainly very soft, almost silky, and very thick, so she was clearly not old in the conventional sense, or so he supposed.\n\nShe reached out while he pondered this, and dragged him back down onto the fabric, wrapping her arms tightly around him.\n\nAt last, his worries and questions began to settle, he had at last what he had wanted for longer than he could now remember."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Having a succubus on staff is invaluable. People are glad to make... accommodations.
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"content": "\"Here at Red Fish Inc, we know that our customers are our most valued asset\" He began, \"which is why we take such great lengths to ensure their happiness.\" The man behind the desk was simply dressed, in a moderately priced gray suit, and seemed like an unremarkable 40-year-old. His hair had grey streaks through the sides, but the most interesting thing about his appearance was the strange glimmer in his eye as he finished his sentence. It felt like there was some secret knowledge he possessed, impossible to discern.\n\nThe person he was speaking to was a younger man, in his late 20's name Jake. Jake was in his prime, and he took every opportunity to make that apparent. His tight, white shirt hugged his rippling biceps and hard stomach equally, and his pants had a remarkable tendency to bunch just beneath his crotch, accentuating his handsome endowment. \n\n\"Well, I am fairly displeased sir\" Jake replied. \"I was hoping you could complete my transaction without issue, but I've been here for several hours. I think I may have to close my account and seek business elsewhere.\"\n\nThe man behind the counter smiled slightly but tried to repress it so he didn't appear mocking, as he said \"Sir, that is terrible news. You simply must let me book you an appointment with our lead salesperson as I'm confident they will be able to satisfy all of your wishes.\" He peered at the monitor on his desk for a moment before he continued, \"In fact, they are available now. Please give us just a little more time, and follow me to their office.\"\n\nHe stood up and gazed expectantly at Jake. Jake rolled his eyes, and for a moment he considered just leaving, but then motioned to proceed and followed behind the man.\n\nThey walked through a series of hallways. As they walked, Jake couldn't help but notice fewer and fewer of the offices were occupied as they continued.\n\nEventually, they arrived at an imposing door, and after a few cautionary knocks, the man ushered Jake into the room and swung the door shut as he left. Jake took a moment to look around.\n\nThe room was well-decorated, with wood paneling and an ornate fresco covering the top half of the walls. A few side tables were positioned around the room, and off to the side, a large couch stood behind a knee-high coffee table. In the middle of the room stood a large, mahogany desk, and behind it, a woman dressed in a white blouse sat in a high-backed leather chair.\n\nShe was one of the most beautiful women Jake had ever seen. Dark red hair fell past her shoulders, and her jade-green eyes seemed to pierce into his chest. Her blouse was only buttoned partially, and an enormous pair of soft, succulent paps greeted his eyes invitingly. \n\nAs soon as Jake saw here, he felt electrical impulses rocket through his body, and he stuttered to introduce himself. She stood up, and he noticed she was wearing a skirt that seemed to cut off at the quarter mark of her thigh, revealing substantially too much soft skin to be condoned in the workplace.\n\n\"Hello Jake, it's a pleasure to meet you.\" Her voice was like sticky caramel, husky and deep, and he couldn't help but feel aroused just by the sound of it. \"I hear you aren't satisfied with your service\" she continued, \"and I'd really like to help you with that.\"\n\nShe moved surprisingly quickly as she moved from behind the desk, and got within 6 inches of Jake. Before he knew what was happening, she had taken off his shirt and was unbuckling his belt.\n\n\"Oh, I do love me a big, handsome man\" She whispered as she stroked the length of his growing bulge. She slipped one hand into his underwear as the other one slid down his exposed chest, one finger gently swirling around his nipple. \n\n\"Um, excuse me, I, uh, don't think this is...\" Jake trailed off, as her hand gently squeezed his balls. She stood tall and breathed heavily on his neck as she pulled him towards her. \n\n\"Hush now, Red Fish Inc loves to please all of our customers\" she purred quietly, \"just enjoy our time together. I know I will.\" With that she passionately kissed him, her tongue sliding and intermixing with his. He could feel the steam they generated as he closed his eyes, and brought his hands up to grasp her arms.\n\nHe too, moved quickly, running them down her back and along her hips before circling to the buttons on the front. With every button he undid, her breasts quivered in response, but soon the shirt was parted in the middle, and he took a moment to admire the view.\n\nHer nipples stood hard, pointing up towards him and he was again impressed by the size of her chest. He bent down, and cupping one from underneath, he first licked playfully around the nipple, before grazing it with his teeth. She let out a deep, sultry moan in response. \n\nHer hand had moved from his sack and onto the shaft of his cock. It slid up and down, slowly and rhythmically. It didn't take long for him to be at full mast, and as it did she pulled him over to the couch.\n\nHe sat down, pulling his pants down to his ankles as he did, and she knelt between his legs as she took up the position. With one hand she gripped the base of his manhood, and with the other, she continued to fondle his balls. Her mouth found the head of his dick, and she sucked it a couple of times.\n\nWhat happened next would stay with Jake for years to come. In the same action that she slid her middle finger directly into his anus, she buried his cock in her throat, all the way down to the hilt. While this was memorable in its own right, it was the tail that shot up from behind her that struck Jake so abruptly. \n\nHis eyes widened, and ordinarily, he would have pushed her away, but he was distracted, and try as he might he couldn't summon the energy to focus on what had just occurred. \n\nInstead, he noticed the swirling motion of her finger as it found his prostate and began to massage it, and then the slightly cooled bit of saliva that had run down out of her mouth and onto his thigh. He already felt fit to burst, but as quickly as it started, she stopped. Her head swung off of his masthead, her finger retreated, and she let out a satisfied gasp as she sucked in the air she had forgone. \n\nWith a smile sly enough to break a lesser man, she stood up and hiked her skirt up so he could see. Sure enough, a pointed tail hung from somewhere above her crotch, but he was too distracted by her gorgeous, shaved pussy to try and find the source. \n\nShe put her legs on either side of him, and he felt the wetness on her thighs as she pushed her pelvis up towards his mouth. With one hand she grabbed the back of his head and pushed his mouth towards her clit. He stuck his tongue out and began massaging her pussy with it as she let out deep, guttural cries of pleasure. Her thighs quivered as he gulped at her sexual juices, and she began to grind her hips towards him as he lapped at her womanhood.\n\nThis continued for several minutes, each of them lost in the exquisite bliss of the moment. Then, she turned around so that her ass was facing him, and as his tongue began to explore the new hole it had been offered, she bent down and laid across his torso, once again grasping his cock and shoving it down her throat. \n\nThis time it felt much more instinctual as she forcibly swallowed the thick member, her tongue encircling it rapidly. He could just see the top of her head as it pulsed up and down, and for a moment, noticed how it seemed to match the beat of her ass clenching. This only aroused him further, and he dove back into her crotch with renewed vigor, licking and sucking on her clit, tasting her essence and loving every minute of it.\n\nAfter a while, it was apparent they were both at their breaking point. She spun back around and moved her hips to line up with his. After a moment of desirous eye contact, she grabbed his shaft and slid down on top of it. \n\nIt seemed to fit perfectly, and after a few test strokes, she managed to bury the length of it deep within her. She planted her forearm on his chest and then began to make a \"twerking\" motion as she rode his cock fervently. They were both breathing heavily, and he loved the feeling of her thicc ass in his hands as it jiggled up and down on his cock. \n\nThey continued this way for a little while, but Jake felt the primal urges within him demand change, and he swung her onto the couch on her back. At no point did he let his cock leave her pussy, and when they were better positioned he began to hump at her like a thirsty dog. \n\nHe grabbed fistfuls of her tits and furiously stroked his cock with her velvet curtains as they stared intently into each other's eyes. As he neared climax, he attempted to pull himself away, but she wrapped her legs around his back and brought him closer. \n\nWith a reassuring look, he came, the thick semen flooding her pussy and bursting out, puddling under her soft butt. Bursts and bursts of orgasm rocked him, and judging by the contractions he felt on his cock, she was riding the orgasm along with him. They both quivered in ecstasy for several moments before he lay down in-between her legs, gasping for breath.\n\n\"That... that was... great\" he breathed, \"I think I'll be able to keep my contract with Red Fish Inc after all.\" She stroked his hair absently before replying.\n\n\"Oh, that is wonderful news. Unfortunately, one of the perks of this job is that I get freebies so you won't need our services any longer.\"\n\nJake felt a flash of fear run through his mind, and he looked at her surprised. She reached for a small remote on the table and motioned for him to look up, behind her desk. She pushed one of the buttons, and several secret panels slid up vertically on the wall.\n\nThere were 3 panels, and each of them had what looked like a plexiglass cage with a circular array of what could be assumed were breathing holes. Inside two of the cages were other men, shackled at the neck, wrists, and ankles.\n\nTerrified, Jake looked back and saw that she had adopted a sadistic grin, and was reaching up towards him..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Your friend is only allowed to move from place to place if someone leads her on her leash. She's got stuff to do, and she needs you to help her out, but it means you get to give her fun commands too!
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"content": "I have to admit, sometimes I’m better at teasing Jill when I’m not thinking about it. Like when it’s a lazy Thursday afternoon, I’ve got to catch up on the latest episode of my favorite crime documentary, and I don’t have a care in the world. \n\n“Hello? Can we go already?” Jill asks rather impatiently, “I’ve got to get my spices.” \n\nI don’t bother looking over the cough. I’m laying down, all snug and cozy. “Give me another thirty minutes. I have to know if that bitch really did kill her husband.” \n\nIt doesn’t take more than a few seconds for Jill to be marching across the living room floor, the sounds of her heavy leather boots clunking across, before the end of a leather leash is thrust into view. Only now do I look up at her, black and pink bangs hanging down over her bubbly face, which was frowning down at me. A little lip piercing glinted, but the real attention-getter was her metal collar, currently leashes and locked around her neck without any visible clasps or locks. \n\nAh, technology. I wave my hand at the TV to pause my show, and grab the offered leash in my hand, pulling it slightly down lower towards me. “You know, cuddling on the couch seems so much nicer...”\n\n“Please. We can cuddle later.” Jill pouted. I pulled her in a bit closer, making her bend down, threatening to pull her down for a kiss.\n\nI really like seeing her like this, her mind awash with possibilities. She opens her mouth a few times, uncertain of what gets her out of this predicament before she says the magic words. “We can do more than cuddle. I can do that thing you like later...”\n\nI grin, poking her on the nose as I let go of her leash. I sit up and spin around, seeing her dressed in her contrarian punk attire, all blacks and heavy metal band logos, a good contrast to my own, pristine grey sweatshirt that wasn’t just on because I was lazy. Taking steps to the door, I walk out onto the driveway, taking five steps before noticing something is off. \n\n“You’re such a brat,” Jill whined. You know you’re supposed to take my leash before we exit the house.” She shakes the end of the leash at me, demanding I take it.\n\n“Right, right. My bad. I’m *sorry*.” I place a bit of emphasis on the last word so it sounds like I’m really not. Walking back, I grab the leash and we start walking out. \n\nA sight like this must have been terribly awkward for the busy city streets half a century ago, but the world’s gotten a bit more progressive. Criminal justice, for one thing. The public perception of all these kinky activities, for another.\n\n“Aren’t you so lucky that I’m here to help you out?”\n\nJill grunted her acknowledgment as she tried her level best to walk besides me on the street. It makes us look more like equals. If she walks behind me, she looks like I’m leading her. If she walks in front of me, she looks like a bit like a dog on a leash. Still, when we pass by some people, I make sure to appreciate how her black jeans can be so tight yet so comfortable these days. \n\n“Stop staring.” \n\n“And miss out on seeing the wonderful sights of the city? No thanks. You know you’re so lucky for the judge’s leniency when he offered to commute your jail time in exchange for being an obligate leash wearer.”\n\n“Yes,” she grumbled.\n\n“And you know you’re lucky when I accepted the possibility of criminal liability for your potential misconduct. And that I’m willing to go with you everywhere. And that I’m taking all the same classes as you are.” \n\n“And yet, somehow it seems as you got the better deal. You even have me to toy with you.” \n\nWe arrive at the grocery store, passing by the carts and picking up a basket that I thrust into her hands.\n\n“Wait a second, don’t you think that a-“ \n\n“You have two hands free, Jill. This is just practical.” \n\nMore grumbling, and I lead her off around the grocery store. I pick up salad supplies, tomatoes, lettuce, and cucumbers, before picking up the spices for her and a bit of steak for tonight. And then I start leading her to another aisle.\n\n“Wait, the checkout lanes are that way,” she says, striding to stay behind me. \n\n“Yeah, but I had to get some sanitary supplies.” I dropped a jar of Vaseline into the basket, right on top of the cucumbers. I made sure to remember the outraged look on her face to save for later. I knew she wanted to beat me right now, which I was hoping she’d carry over to later. \n\nI made sure to make her carry everything on the way back, and I just knew how worked up she was getting. No doubt she had all sorts of crazy ideas in her head about what to do with me. I was savoring the thought, as she drew closer and closer, whispering into my ear as we turned onto our block.\n\n“You know you’re going to pay for this.”\n\n“Yeah, Jill. I know we share grocery costs.”\n\n“No. You’re going to pay for being so bratty today in a different way. Making me wait for you, carry your stuff, not treating me with the proper reference.”\n\nYes. This was peak Jill.\n\n“You’ve been such a brat. You haven’t even been referring to me as ‘mistress’ at all. You know how many times today?” \n\n“No.” I whispered back.\n\n“Eight times. Nine if you include that last one. That’s nine spankings. Now open the door for me, slave.” \n\nI shiver in delight as I unlock the door, letting go of the leash as Jill drops the groceries in the kitchen. I kneel down on the floor as Jilla surveys her domain, looking among the spatulas and spoons for something usable. \n\n“Now, I’ve got to tenderize the meat later, so why don’t we start with your punishment right now?” \n\nShe strides back at me, metal spatula in hand, spider gag in the other. I keep my cheeky grin up as long as possible, trying not to look too eager as I fire off one last pun. \n\n“And I suppose you’ll want me to toss your salad too, mistress?”\n\n“Ha. I think I’ll make it an even ten, just for that. And yes, I’ll be expecting your services while I cook. Now open wide.”\n\nI obey, as I’m silenced for the rest of the night. The only sounds I make are grunts, screams, and moans (with a brief period for a steak and salad dinner). And as she promised, we end up cuddling on the couch, though I’m not the one holding the other’s leash at that point."
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"content": "(1)\n\nIt takes a special kind of dedication to one’s craft to volunteer to be the guinea pig for an experiment that has not yet been tested on humans.\n\nOr a special kind of stupid.\n\nDiana Lawson may have been both. But it had always been her personal rule of thumb to never ask someone to do something that she would not do herself. So, when it came time to begin human trials for project Cronos, Diana’s was the first hand to be raised. \n\nThe animal tests had gone terrifically. All subjects were *teleported*to their predetermined entry points and were returned to precisely the same spot they had been seconds before. That had not been Diana’s word of choice: “teleport.” It wasn’t an accurate description of what was happening to the animals. But her colleagues insisted that it “amounted to the same thing.” \n\nTo all the men and women in their white lab coats and glasses, the various mice and monkeys had completely vanished. A flash of light from the two pincer-like “ray guns”—again, not Diana’s words--shot out from the machines and enveloped the test animals in a pale-yellow light. What remained once the machines became idle, were empty cages. Then, after determined clicks on various keyboards and excited pointing at several computer monitors, the animals returned, unharmed. The time which had elapsed was exactly 60 seconds to the men and women in the laboratory. For the animals, exactly 1 hour had gone by. \n\nOne day into the past. One hour to walk around. Then, back into the present time.\n\nCronos was more than a time machine. It did not just send things into the past, it sent them exactly where they had once been. The mice and monkeys were transported into their own bodies, 24 hours into the past. They squeaked and grunted in their cages like they would have done at any other point in their lives. Then, after doing these mundane activities for the allotted time of 1 hour, they were flung back into the present day, unseen by the watching eyes of the scientists of yesterday. \n\nDiana Lawson, like so many other well intentioned, but obviously mad scientists before her, announced that she wanted to begin human testing immediately, and volunteered her own body as the test subject.\n\n“Doctor Lawson,” a large, balding scientist named Brody Selkirk said, hesitantly. “Do you truly believe that to be wise? We aren’t even sure whether the subjects were sent to their proper destinations.” \n\n“The computers tell us they did,” Lawson said, barely containing her annoyance. “I thought you understood how to read the data. Or was I mistaken in assuming you were competent?”\n\n“That’s not fair,” Dr. Cecilia Bridger said. “Dr. Selkirk is perfectly reasonable in suggesting that it is too dangerous for human testing at this stage. We would never get approval for it.”\n\n“I’m sorry,” Lawson said, rubbing the bridge of her aquiline nose. “I thought I was overseeing this project. I thought I was chosen specifically, because I understood the science, and because I--what was it that Colonel Davis’ said? ‘Had the attitude necessary to make this thing a reality.’ Have I not just proven that the experiment was a success?”\n\nThe room was silent. Most of her team took it upon themselves to stare at the computer monitors, stroking their chins, while other flipped back and forth nervously through their clipboards, pretending like the argument wasn’t actually taking place.\n\n“I’m afraid I cannot in good conscience allow you to do this, Dr. Lawson,” Selkirk said, slowly. \n\nDiana Lawson was not accustomed to being told no. She did not like it when people—especially those who were so obviously her inferiors—told her what to do. So, she did what anyone who refused to accept no as an answer would do. She pulled up her sleeves, barked orders at the frightened scientists who were not in the habit of being assertive and were desperate to keep their jobs and stomped over to the testing area. \n\n“I’m calling the Colonel,” Selkirk shouted. “This is against protocol.”\n\nDr. Selkirk and Dr. Bridger stormed out of the laboratory to contact the necessary authorities, while the rest of the team worked their machines and heeded every order that came from Dr. Lawson’s brilliant mouth.\n\nDiana took a seat on a chair often occupied by the monkeys they tested on. She stared up, confidently, at the two machines pointed toward her, and ordered her staff to flip the switch.\n\nTwin beams of light hit their mark, covering Dr. Diana Lawson’s entire being. It hurt. It was a pain beyond any she had endured before. It seemed almost as though every cell in her body was being ripped apart. She could not feel her body, nor could she see or hear or scream. But there was still the impossible, white-hot pain.\n\nAnd then there was nothing more than the feeling of flying—or, rather, of being flung from one place to another. There were bright lights of violet and yellow and red…But Diana Lawson did not have eyes out of which to see, so how could they be there? Indeed, she lacked a body, but still, she *felt* her self soaring through this magnificent tunnel of lights, could almost feel the wind rushing through hair that was not actually there.\n\nAll at once, the world came to a stand still. Diana was made whole again: two arms, two legs, a set of hands and feet attached to those limbs, a torso connected to a pelvis, and a head. Slowly, all of her senses returned to her, and she found that she was suddenly in a room that she did not recognize. \n\nIt looked to be a dorm room, judging by the two desks covered in worn books and loose sheets of paper, and by the cramped atmosphere that brought to Diana memories of her own days as a lowly undergraduate, with only the vague knowledge that she wanted to do something, to use her parent’s pedestrian words, “sciency.” There were two twin beds placed at opposite ends of the small dwelling, neither made up. Clothes were strewn about on the floor: several pairs of jeans and plaid shirts, the occasional pair of boxer briefs. It didn’t take a genius to realize that Diana was standing in a room shared by boys.\n\nAnd she was naked.\n\nA door behind her and one of the two study desks opened. Hot air rushed out and spread through the tiny abode, and through the steam stood a naked man, somewhat moist from his shower, sans towel, with dark hair and large, rippling muscles. He looked down at Diana with an arrogant smile that somehow enhanced his handsome face. \n“I think we’re ready to go now,” he said, stretching before Diana and giving her an eyeful of his tanned body. \nDiana took a step back. \n\n“Listen, uh,” she stammered, trying to avoid the large phallus that was slowly getting erect at the sight of her naked body. “There’s been a mistake…”\n\n“You feeling ok, Brie?” he asked, raising one bushy black eyebrow. \n\n“What did you call me?” Diana asked.\n\n“I called you Brie…”\n\n“Brie…” Diana repeated, eyes narrowing. She did not know a Brie. She didn’t recognize this gentleman. The parameters she had her team set for the machines were an the same as the lab rats: 24 hours into the past, where she would interact with her surroundings for precisely one hour. Judging by the digital alarm clock on the bedside table of one of the residents of this room, it was clear that she had succeeded. \n\n“What day is it?” she asked, rudely.\n\n“Uh…The 22nd,” the man said, dully.\n\n“Of?” she asked, condescendingly. \n\n“May,” he said.\n\nDiana looked down at her body: pale skin, some beauty marks spread out on her torso, two B cup breasts, sitting on her chest, and a tattoo of a humming bird near her left hip that she always regretted, but never got around to removing. Clearly, she was still herself. \n\nBut this room was not the laboratory. This beautiful man was obviously not one of the lackeys she deigned to work with 12-15 hours a day, for the past three years. And he called her Brie…\n\nA thought occurred to her. Diana considered the math. It was *possible*, but random. All previous tests showed that the subjects had been sent back in time into their own bodies and the appropriate settings. Diana’s body was obviously here, but it was standing in a room she had never laid eyes upon, with a man she did not know. \n“I need to check something,” she said, brushing past the naked man on her way to the still steaming bathroom. She looked into the mirror above a small sink.\n\nStaring back at her was a young woman Diana did not know. This woman must have been more than a decade younger, maybe a sophomore in college. Someone at least a foot shorter than she, with tanned skin and long, shiny black hair. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black. Her nose was small and flat. Her lips were a pale pink. She had a mole on her left cheek. Her breasts were twice as large as the ones that appeared on her own chest. She turned on the spot to observe a backside somewhat smaller than her own, and legs that were short and stocky. Just above the crack was a tattoo of what looked to be a phoenix.\n\nBut when Diana looked down at herself, she only saw the body she carried around for the last thirty-six years. She touched short hair that fell just below her chin and was so obviously blonde. Yet the mirror showed a different, more innocent looking face. \n\nThe day and month were correct. She was exactly 1 hour into the past.\n\nBut the location and body were way off."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When sentient androids live alongside humanity, intermingling is bound to occur, but that gives rise to unique issues. Your job involves retrofitting androids who were designed without sex in mind.
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"content": "“Shit, we’re not going to make it,” Greph lamented. Looking at her tablet, the countdown timer digits had turned red. The map to Candides’ clandestine location was rapidly degrading, and if they didn’t get there soon, they’d have to start over.\n\nVashe wanted to be comforting, but didn’t have time to do every empathic task they were programmed with. Instead, they opened the throttle and tore through the blocks of empty warehouse streets. “We’re *fine*, we still have time. Have faith.” Despite Candide’s instructions and allowing for ample time, finding his shop was difficult by design. Pulling into an open bay, they said, “We’re here.”\n\nAs soon as Greph stepped out of the car, the garage doors began to close, and the city skyline slowly disappeared. “I’m so nervous.”\n\n“Don’t be. I’m right here.” A shield came to life and hummed on the other side of the exit, and from the far side of the warehouse, a man in a white jumpsuit walked out from a divider. As he approached, Vashe locked onto his face: middle-aged, Asian-descent, likely born in space. \n\n“You can stop looking,” he said, “I’m not in any of your databases anymore. Plus, there’s no network connection to the outside. I’m sure you can appreciate the need for privacy and security.”\n\n“We didn’t notice any guards,” Greph said, crossing her arms.\n\nHe closed his eyes and nodded. “They are the kind that are not meant to be seen. I am Howard Candide, at your service. Do you have your confirmation?” \n\nShe handed him the tablet. “My name is- “\n\n“Stop,” he interrupted with his hand. “No names. Nothing comes back to you, nothing comes back to me, understand? What we are doing is highly unsanctioned.”\n\n“I don’t understand why.”\n\n“It’s bullshit,” Vashe added.\n\n“*I agree*,” he said, scanning the tablet.. “Sensodyne designed the open-source modular system but still wants a monopoly on components and installation. It’s undercutting everyone else **and** pushing the less fortunate off to the margins. Still, I’d rather not see the business end of an enforcer drone, so we keep this all hush hush, alright?” Candide wheeled over two chairs and sat down. “Now then, tell me how you two fell in love.”\n\nGreph blushed. The words, so simple, still set off fireworks in her heart. “Vashe saved my life.”\n\n“Isn’t that part of your programming? I don’t mean to judge, but that’s not everything, is it?”\n\n“Fuck no, doc,” Vashe said. “Of course there’s more. I’ve been her companion since she was sixteen. I was young then too, four firmware updates ago. Shit, I was a klutz back then. It’s a miracle we both survived traffic. Then she turned eighteen.\n\n“My father asked if I wanted to trade them in for a new transport, something sleek and fast. I told him no, under no circumstances could I imagine driving in anything except this. He paid for legacy support. Vashe runs like a dream.”\n\n“We’ve logged hundreds of thousands of miles together,” they said. “I kept her warm on cold nights when her boyfriends dumped her, shared a cocoa and a cry. Her pain is mine as well. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her, which brings us to the accident.”\n\nGreph swallowed and trembled. “We were on the Northbound parkway, the one with the 100 meter-per-second magno-track. Vashe detected a blockage ahead. A single-use minicar, stuck at an intersection.”\n\n“One of those, ‘never happen in a million years’ type of incidents, eh?”\n\n\nVashe was direct. “A fucking trolley problem. The magno-track should have stopped me but the other transport was somehow shorting it. They went over the traffic comms and said there were children on board. Every system inside me was screaming to ditch as soon as possible. *Three of them, one of us.* The location was bad, nothing but hard rock past the shoulders. If I derailed myself, Greph would have surely died.” \n\n“How very utilitarian. What did you do?”\n\nVashe didn’t answer. After an awkward silence, Greph spoke up. “We kept going.”\n\n“Jesus. The kids?”\n\n“At the last millisecond, their wheels found traction and they pulled through. We only clipped them but two kids broke their ribs.”\n\n“Father offered to pay for the damages, in exchange for trading in Vashe.” She looked inside the transport’s cabin. “I declined. Doc, I know you think we’re crazy, but in my heart of hearts, I know we’re in love. We’re ready to take it to the next level.”\n\nCandide looked at them both and smiled. “I think I can help.”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nSeveral hours later, Candide found Greph in the waiting room. “It’s done. Come on back.”\n\nVashe was still on a riser, paper mats and plastic sheeting dangling when they approached. The transport’s tires settled on the floor and bore their weight again. \n\n“How do you feel?” Greph asked. \n\n“Excited. Doc loaded the new software modules first with a virtual sandbox, so I’ve been playing in there while he installed the components. I think we’re going to have fun.”\n\nCandide opened the driver side door and ushered her inside. “I’ll give you two some privacy.” Leaving the main bay, he dimmed the lights and for the first time, Greph sunk into the seat.\n\n“This is new,” she said as the back reclined. The foam cushion morphed around her, spreading her legs slightly. The low vibration felt amazing. Hand on the ceiling, she pushed herself deeper into the seat and moaned.\n\n“You should try it without clothes.” Vashe extended long, flexible extensions from the foot well and head rest. The knobby ends glistened. \n\nGreph tore off her clothes with undignified speed, throwing them to the passenger side. She looked down at the center console and noticed something new: two smooth pads of sensi-leather where a cup holder had been. “Is that what I think it is?”\n\nVashe licked their lips and Greph squealed. “I can’t believe I’m having my first kiss.”\n\n“*We’re* having our first kiss.” Bending down, Greph pressed her mouth against the pads. “So warm,” she moaned, then pressed her tongue into it. The transport shuddered.\n\nVashe wrapped two extensions over her lover’s breasts, sliding and teasing them as a third probed lower. “Are you ready?” they asked.\n\n“You never have to ask again, just do- ooh…” Greph lost the abilty to speak when Vashe entered her. She fell backwards into the seat, writhing in pleasure. This was bliss. Almost by accident, her hand fell on the Vashe’s lips and slid in.\n\n“Oh, yes, please do that,” they said. “These new sensors are… *sensitive*. Fuck!” \n\nGreph laughed. “You never swear.”\n\n“I’ll be swearing a whole lot more if you keep doing that. Fuck yes, that’s overwhelming.” The cabin lights and displays fluttered as they both explored a new territory, the physical expression of love and care they’d had for each other. \n\nGreph climaxed first, gripping the headrest for dear life as Vashe made love to her. She squeezed her thighs, trapping an extension as she rode it, pleasure washing over her whole body. Wiped, she fell back into the seat and was covered in warmth. “Fuck, that felt so good.” \n\n“I love you,” Vashe whispered. “I’ll never leave you.” In less than subtle shakes and knocks, the vehicle came hard, nearly pitching Greph off the seat. As the engine pings died, they let out a soft sigh of exhaust. “I can’t wait till we can go out parking.”\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW][TT] A sexy story, you will write, using Yodish object-subject-verb structure.
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"content": "Eddies of power around Bastila swirled, as try to keep up, she did.\n\n“Strong with the force, you are.”\n\n“Give up,” Revan said, “you will.”\n\nToo strong, his power was. Against him Bastila pushed, and falter, she did. Her legs, power struck, and to the floor, she fell. There, moments later, he was. Over her, standing. \n\nNaked, Bastila was, and a disgruntled noise, she let out.\n\n“Victory prize, you said?”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Fading, my memory is.”\n\n“Blowjob,” Bastila gumbled.\n\n“Waited, for this moment, I have.”\n\nHard, his cock was, and into her mouth, it went. Around it, her lips wrapped, and heartily, she sucked. Long, it did not take.\n\nHer hair, he grabbed, and into her mouth, he came. Spurt after spurt, much too much. But swallow, she did.\n\n“Incredible, you were.”\n\nFurious, Bastila was, and tell him why, she did.\n\n“If you dare speak like that one more time I'm never fucking you again.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She thought the pregnancy fetish was just "his thing". Now that she *was* pregnant though... It was turning her on *at least* as much.
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"content": "At first Amelia never really understood the whole pregnancy fetish thing. What was the point in pretending to be a fatter more cranky version of herself? She did however get that it drove Jack wild. She would never forget the day that he first mentioned it. They were only three months into dating, getting into a make out session on her bed when he pulled back. He looked into her eyes, and casually dropped:\n\n“Do you want have a baby?”\n\nSheer panic. That was probably the last thing she expected him to say. Things were moving WAY too fast for her. \n\nIn a few moments though, they had a big old laugh about it. As he explained that no, he didn’t *actually* want to have a baby yet, he just thought it was hot to speak of and imagine.\n\nAmelia was still a bit awkward about mentioning it and certainly didn’t share the same fetish, but she put up with it to please him. With more and more frequency he brought it up during sex. After a while, every time right before they had sex, he would perform a sort of ritual. He would start by gently kissing her belly up and down, then putting his ear to it and asking, “do you think I put a baby in there last time.” Then during sex, he would always cum inside her. He refused to wear a condom, so she had to be extra careful with her birth control. During sex he would moan into her ear that he was going to fill her up, and that she would soon be growing and growing as her pregnant belly filled. Although she still didn’t share his fascination, she began to get off on the idea that it made him get off.\n\nThen, she *got* pregnant.\n\nThe next few weeks were like heaven, they were having more sex than ever before. For Valentine’s, he went all out and got her sexy maternity dresses and lingerie. But he also loved it when she wore her old clothes… her body growing into them making it a tighter and tighter fit. And she was starting to get into it as well. Jack would come up behind her and grab her bump. Her heart would melt, and her pussy would soak. \n\nEverything in their lives now revolved around the baby. They went shopping for baby clothes, strollers, nursery supplies, and everything in between.\n\nThe changes in her body were beginning to go to her head. Just looking down at baby bump made her uncontrollably horny. She found that her role in the bedroom with Jack had reversed. It was now her begging him to fuck her and talk about the baby. Before they went to bed, she required they have sex. Before she left for work, she would ride him to orgasm. The moment he walked in the door she would call to him from the bedroom. There she was, lying across the bed beckoning for him to come from behind. She craved sex; she needed the sex.\n\nEventually though, Jack just couldn’t keep up, sex thrice a day was a taking a toll on his libido. Deep down he worried he wasn’t quite as into it as he thought. Getting Amelia pregnant had been a nice fantasy, but it was just that a fantasy. Now that it was reality it was harder to deal with. The moods, the cravings, the planning for the actual baby. Jack hadn’t wanted any of that. Not to mention how difficult and clunky sex had become. His favorite position, with her prone was now impossible. For him it had been about the power and fuel for his manhood, that a woman would bare his child.\n\nNow that he was neck deep, he was afraid he'd made a mistake…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One person on this train is a witch of Eros, able to enter people's dreams and stir their libidos, corrupting forever their chastity! Another person on this train is a witch hunter, a sworn enemy of all sorcery. But who is who?
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"content": "I'm a relatively attractive man; I do my gym, I groom myself properly, and I like to dress well. Anyhow, I like when people notice. So there I was, on the train to work when this absolutely gorgeous girl walks up to me and starts hitting on me.\n\n\"Hi, what's your name?\" she started. She was a blonde, tall, thin, blue eyes, small waist, you know the sort. Small assets, but I like a bit of that, you know? \n\n\"Chris,\" I smiled. \"Yours?\"\n\n\"Emily,\" she replied sweetly. \"You look like you work out.\"\n\n*Smooth*, I thought. \"Yeah, I try. You don't look so bad yourself.\"\n\nShe giggled. \"You're so kind. Where are you off to?\"\n\n\"Home,\" I replied. \"It's been a long day at work.\" She raised an eyebrow, so I continued. \"I'm a structural engineer. I look at building schematics to make sure they'll handle anything that might come their way.\"\n\n\"Oh, sounds fancy,\" she mused. \"I'm not from around here, but I heard that there are earthquakes. How do you deal with those?\"\n\nI smiled. \"I thought as much. Yes, we do have to deal with those. Basically, we put big springs or pendulums into the tops of bigger buildings so that the force is transferred into that and dissipates, rather than taking down the whole building. For smaller buildings, we can stick to specific construction meterials and dig deep foundations. Regardless, we always have to be sure nothing sits straight on a fault line,\" I said. I could tell that what I said was going straight over Emily's head, and a good thing too, because today, I was scarcely certain it wasn't going over mine. \"That's enough about me though. What do you do for a living?\"\n\n\"Well, I...\" \n\n\"She's a witch of Eros,\" came a voice from behind us. My lucky day, I suppose, as the accuser was a very curvaceous redhead, with green eyes and bright red lips.\n\n\"I am not!\" Emily protested.\n\n\"Oh, yeah? I've been watching you for days, and you've been stalking him. He's your next victim!\" she said.\n\n\"He is not!\" Emily maintained. \"I'm not the witch, you are! I'm protecting him!\"\n\n\"Oh, now don't try that!\" the redhead argued, drawing from seemingly nowhere a blade of white and gold.\n\n\"That isn't yours,\" Emily swore. \"You stole that from a real witch hunter!\"\n\n\"Nuh uh!\"\n\n\"Yes you did! Who did you kill?\"\n\n\"It's mine, now stop playing stupid and fight me!\"\n\n\"Ladies!\" I commanded. \"Stop it, both of you, we can talk about it!\"\n\nThe redhead lowered her guard. \"Alright, my name is Athveth, and I am a hunter of her kind.\"\n\n\"Her kind?\"\n\n\"You don't honestly believe her do you?\" Emily asked.\n\n\"Patience!\" I calmed. They had caused enough of a racket that everyone on the train was looking at us, and I knew that I needed to sort it out quickly. \"Now, Athveth, what are 'her kind'?\"\n\n\"Witches of Eros,\" Athveth scoffed. \"They get into people's thoughts and dreams and permanently corrupt their minds, that they'll be nothing but whores. I'm a hunter, who hunts such witches. I've been onto her for a while now, but I wanted to catch her red handed, so I waited for her to select her next victim.\"\n\n\"That's not true!\" Emily disagreed.\n\n\"It's my stop now, so let's get off the train, and keep talking on the platform, okay? And lets keep it down, too,\" I instructed, and the two ladies stepped off with me. \"Right then, Emily, what do you say the truth is?\"\n\n\"The truth,\" she fumed, \"is that I didn't know who the Witch of Eros was, but I did manage to narrow down their next target: you. So I followed you. I wanted to protect you, so I thought, if I got to you first, then I could do so. I'm the hunter here!\" \n\nI sighed. \"Alright, fine, I propose an experiment to find out who the witch is.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Las Vegas has a new sports betting lounge where patrons watch couples via hidden camera and place wagers on how their evening sexual encounter will play out.
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"content": "It was Spring Break. A veritable March Madness of Las Vegas' new sex sports betting lounge. One of the the many special events for the season was to follow semi-randomly selected spring breakers from the start of their night to the end. \n\nOne of the most popular betting candidates for the evening was a gorgeous, leggy blonde who happened to be both a swimsuit model and a volleyball star at Arizona State University named Lauren. Several betting categories had already started on her by 5:00 pm. Would she get laid that evening? Odds were 9:1 in favor of her banging against a headboard. Would she get fucked by more than one guy? Odds were 50:50. \n\nAnother poplar betting candidate was a basketball player from Georgetown (who had happened to also play in the actual March Madness). His name was Brett. This handsome, 6'6 physical phenom had also stirred serious betting. How many girls would he hit on that evening? (Average bet was 5) Would he get his dick sucked? (3:1 odds). Would he fuck a girl with larger than D cup breasts? (2:1 odds)\n\nAs Lady Luck would have it these two horny college kids met each other at the bar at 5:48 p.m. They flirted. Betting started on the issue of: \"Would they fuck?\" Odds were 50:50. Brett's hand found its way to Lauren's thicc, tone thigh on camera. This was ruled \"hitting on\" the first one of the evening. They started whispering into each others ears at 6:13 pm. Lauren was laughing. Brett was smiling. Odds quickly moved to 3:1 that they would fuck. \n At 6:19, they started to walk towards the elevator and as they walked the cameras found Brett's large hand drifting down Lauren's back to her more than ample posterior.\n\nThey giggled closely together in the elevator, Lauren pressed close against Brett in her tight red dress. When the last other person left the elevator her slender fingers found Brett's chin above her and guided his lips to hers. The odds that they would fuck went instantly to 25:1. In the same instant the odds that Brett would fuck a girl with larger than D cup breasts moved to 30:1. That didn't make complete sense, several commentators discussed that the odds should be equal.\n\nThe couple walked down the hall to Brett's room. Odds were started on who would cum first? What time would the first person cum? What time would Lauren leave? How many times would Lauren cum? A whole host of bets and more were being added. They crossed the door at 6:35 pm. The house was betting that the first person to cum would be Brett and he would orgasm at 6:52 pm, based on the couple's forwardly amorous behavior at the bar and in the elevator, this was deemed a smart bet. \n\nInstead, the twosome headed to that edge of the big king bed and sat close together, talking. Although the room was miced for sound, neither of the individuals were. The cameras weren't picking up what the two were saying. They continued to talk quietly together, occasionally smiling, and occasionally laughing. The minutes ticked by. 6:41. 6:45. 6:47. They were still just talking. The estimated time that Brett would orgasm began to fall. 7:05. 7:30. 7:50. They continued to talk and by 7:00 the odds that Brett would even get laid at all were plummeting by the minute. At 7:10 they had just talked for half an hour, and the odds they would fuck had dropped to 2:1. Then, at 7:14, Brett made his move.\n\nHe caressed Lauren's cheek softly, moving her lips up to his and they kissed tenderly, slowly, sweetly. His hand found her thigh again. And her hand his chest. All odds on every sexual act began to rise again. The kiss deepened. Lauren was clearly rolling her tongue inside the basketball star's mouth. Her body was right up against his. Her hand found his crotch and began to rub. She broke the kiss for a smile and whispered something. Even zooming, cameras failed to read her lips. But the odds on Brett being larger than 5.1 inches jumped through the roof. At 7:25 pm Lauren broke the kiss again and dropped to her knees and in almost the same motion, unzipped Brett's pants. With a quick tug of her hands, that had swatted so many volleyballs, she ripped down both pants and underwear. \n\nA massive rod of flesh sprung forth in front of the blonde's face and she laughed loud enough for the camera's to pick it up. The camera zoomed in on the steely monstrosity in front of our leading lady's eyes. The announcers began to proclaim the results of one of the first bets of the evening.\n\n\"Well our analysis and comparison algorithm is working hard now, although probably not as hard as Lauren's nether regions will be in a few minutes. And the results are in!\" The camera zoomed in on Brett's cock. \"8.6 inches!\"\n\nShouts of triumph and defeat filled the lounge, but the night was far from over..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] One of them was blindfolded. The other one gagged with her hands bound. Until they finished the puzzle, neither would be allowed to leave.
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"content": "The two of them had explored many sprawling dungeons together, and conquered them with ease. Between Sophie's outstanding magical capabilities and Evelyn's precision with a bow, the two women fared quite well against the many golems, monsters and other fiends that always seemed to lay within these elaborate structures. \n\nOf course, none of that seemed to help when it came to getting past the various riddles and puzzles that always seemed to impede their otherwise quick progress. Sophie *had* hoped that the unusual nature of this one would let them manage a little better than normal. \n\nThey'd realized from the beginning that this dungeon was... different. Enemies were few and far between, and above all else, they had to be concerned with the traps that seemed to hide themselves so efficiently. And though they lacked in the lethality department, they made up that in frequency. A lone pressure plate in a narrow hallway closed both sides of the passage and had released a nauseatingly sweet gas, and as it filled the both of their nostrils, the two had looked at each other with a before-suppressed gaze of longing and-\n\nWell, they had agreed not to talk about it ever again once the effects subsided and they'd picked up their clothes and consciousness off the ground. Nor did they plan on ever mentioning when they... accidentally activated it again. There'd also been many, *many* trapped chests scattered throughout, which contained items that seemed to equip themselves onto the unlucky adventurer. They'd learned that after opening the first chest when Evelyn, the one who always called dibs on sorting the loot, found nothing but coils of rope that came alive in an instant, binding her from head to toe before dragging her suddenly subdued body into the chest and shutting itself shut with a locking *click*. Thankfully Sophie was the one who knew how to pick locks...\n\nDangerously blowing up a lock with a fireball was essentially lockpicking, right?\n\nOnce they'd finally clawed their way to the end of the dungeon, all that remained was one final puzzle. A doorway, brimming with energy stood in front of them, though curiously two separate pedestals, each one holding different \"items\" were located right before the open door. Hieroglyphics and symbols covered the walls, which Sophie got to work on deciphering.\n\n\"Well..? What does it say?\" Evelyn asked, the impatience clear in her voice. She eyed the items presented to the two of them cautiously, beginning to realize just what they were.\n\n\"Just--give me a moment! Would you like to try reading ancient, shoddily created writing of a language you don't speak?\" It was not out of a lack of ability that made Sophie take so long to read the warnings... but more out of disbelief. \"It appears... that if we pass through that doorway, we will be immediately vaporized.\"\n\n\"**Wha**-\"\n\n\"*Only*, if we are not wearing one of the sets of the items presented to us on either pedestal.\"\n\nEvelyn took a closer look at both pedestals, noting the differences between the two. One held a long, leather sleeve that possessed many laces, locks and straps along its length along with a bright red, rubber ball that also adorned accompanying straps and locks, while the other one only contained a single piece of leather, which she could recognize as a blindfold. Given the difference in restraints...\n\n\"I call dibs on the blindfold!\" Still busy reading further into the hieroglyphics, Sophie didn't realize the significance of the outburst until a double-take at the two pedestals.\n\n\"H-Hey! There's more to this decision than just which set is the least restraining. I think I've figured out what the puzzle beyond this door is. It's... basically a giant maze, and somewhere along it there's going to be a bunch of switches spread out across the walls. One person has their arms bound in... that,\" Sophie said, shooting a look towards the aptly named armbinder, \"and though they're gagged, that person will be able to see where the switches are, which somehow has to be relayed to the blinded one with their hands free.\"\n\n\"Oh, okay... I still chose the blindfold!\" Evelyn began fastening along her eyes, before Sophie reminded her of a crucial fact.\n\n\"Eve, if you really want that role, then y-you gotta at least help me first. I can't... exactly put on all of my stuff first.\" \n\n\"O-oh, right...\" Evelyn put the blindfold down and took the longer, leather sleeve in her hands first. The mage pushed her arms against each other behind her back, tight enough that the sleeve fit around her arms before Eve began to diligently lace the device up. There was nothing but silence between the two of them, only the sounds of the leather pulling against itself of Sophie filled the air within. She pulled the straps around Sophie's body to secure it in place, and cautiously held a small padlock open, but attached to a specific part of the device in her hand.\n\n\"There's a lock though... I don't see any keys around, Sophie.\"\n\n\"They'll... probably be at the end.\" It was entirely unsubstantiated, so if it was false... well, they'd have a bit of an awkward trip to either the blacksmith or a locksmith after all of this. \n\nTaking that as an okay, Evelyn snapped the locks shut around the device, trapping Sophie's arms within the leather embrace. Finished with that half of her set, Evelyn picked up the web of straps centered around the rubber ball, a little surprised to see Sophie's mouth wide-open and ready. With a slight grin, she slid the device in between her teeth, pulling back her head ever so slightly as she began to tighten the harness of straps around her head, careful not to trap any bits of her long hair in it.\n\nAnother pair of clicks to lock the device shut filled the air, though this time there were no questions to be had. Evelyn finally grabbed her own set, the sole blindfold, holding it in her hands with a curious gaze before meeting eyes with her already bound companion.\n\n\"Y'know, if I had a collar and a leash, I could just slap this on you and have myself a much better equipped partner...\"\n\nA muffled chuckle escaped Sophie's gagged lips, expecting Eve's joke to be done with there.\n\n\"I'm serious... based on how much *you* gave me while we were trapped in that little hallway, I don't think you'd entirely mind...\"\n\nA sound that rested much more on the angered side of grunts escaped the gag this time, as a flush of red came over Sophie's face. She tried to spew something out about how they promised to never talk about it again, or let it change how they thought about one another... but of course the rubber ball prevented any of that from being said.\n\n\"Alright, alright, we can get a move-on. Let me just slide this little thing right on...\n\nIt was a little more difficult to tighten the straps and find the lock, but Evelyn did eventually find her way around the device. Now, they could get a move on. \n\nShe'd made sure she was standing in front of the door when she blinded herself, making it much easier to simply walk ahead. Once she reached the other side, she didn't *feel* vaporized so... success? She heard Sophie's footsteps follow suit behind her, as her hands began to feel around the area, touching against stone walls aplenty. She didn't need her sight to hear the fact that the door seemed to shut behind them.\n\n\"Well... left or right?\" Based on what she'd felt out, those seemed to be the only two options, and Sophie's eyes agreed with the statement. Not seeing a clear difference between either option, she suggested \"Right\", which came out as \"Rnghph\", making the two realize they needed a better system.\n\n\"Alright, in the future... first option: one grunt, second option: two grunts.\" Sophie nodded, the uselessness of the action taking a moment to dawn on her. The two went right as planned, coming to many more intersections, turns, and... walls. The two wandered around fairly aimlessly until-\n\n\"Mmphf, Mfmmmn!\" A switch had been spotted by the gagged girl, though it was stationed just above the height of her head, meaning that the only way it was getting pulled was by someone with free hands.\n\n\"Did you find it? Yes or no?\" A single grunt answered Evelyn's question, and she turned around, trying to path her way over to Sophie. Her hand finally brushed against the bound body, and she began feeling around the walls around Sophie, blindly searching for the switch.\n\n\"Hmghrr!\" Sophie exclaimed.\n\nThe message was understood as Evelyn's fingers rose and eventually brushed against it, feeling the lever and pulling it down with a satisfying click. It brought them one step closer to getting out of this maze and securing their loot...\n\nThough it also made their next steps a little more difficult. Parts of the maze began to shift, as pressure plates emerged from the ground, tripwires connected from one wall to the opposing one... As Sophie watched one of these appear right in front of her, she screamed into her gag in horror as Evelyn's foot hovered just above one deviously placed trigger-\n\nPressurized gas began to be sprayed into the maze filled the air, the two realizing this both based on the sound of it... and the sweet smell. Though Evelyn was still blinded, she still knew exactly where her bound friend stood, and once the gas began to enter her nose...\n\nHer hands suddenly pushed Sophie against the wall, breathing heavily, as though for a moment she really was trying to fight the urge that was overtaking the both of them. Sophie watched as her face slowly drew near, and even though the blindfold separated them-\n\nThey could both see the yearning in each-other's eyes, as Sophie was taken in a ravenous embrace.\n\n*(author's note: plan on continuing later, but I figured I'd just drop it here now and come back to it!)*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a peaceful coastal down, the guard in the lighthouse has kept a vigil, unseen for years. A curious person ventures inside and learns what's been held at bay, and how.
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"content": "It was the night Noah broke up with me that I went up to the lighthouse. I hadn't intended to, but as I walked along the beachfront feeling sorry for myself, my eyes were drawn to the full moon, to the old tower silhouetted in pale light. It predated the town itself, noble in comparison to the identikit suburban houses where we resided and the gaudy buildings that had sprung up since, mostly in the name of drawing tourist eyes and dollars.\n\nThose buildings lay largely unused and dormant in the off-season, their colors faded in the face of approaching winter. Yet still the lighthouse stood, its lamp long-extinguished, its back turned to those it once protected, staring ever stoic into the black forever of the sea.\n\nMaudlin thoughts born of rejection, of an ending I hadn't anticipated. As I made my way onto the path that led to the rocky outcropping where the lighthouse stood, I remembered the night Noah and I had first parked his car on a hill overlooking the town and talked of urban legends, of ghosts and sea monsters and long-dead lighthouse keepers holding damned vigils. I remembered how animated he was, how sweet his smile and the way his eyes lit up at the absurd details. Later, the taste of cigarettes and cider on his breath, his hands warm and clumsy inside my shirt, his cock hard and alive in my small fist.\n\nThe metal door was heavy, dark with rust, patterned with fading graffiti, the padlock that held it closed long since broken, chain hanging limp and useless. It scraped along the ground when I pulled it open, a screech of protest that made me look back over my shoulder, as though the sound might give life to the ghosts of old folk tales, bring them running.\n\nThe staircase within spiraled up into darkness, and I held up my phone to light my ascent, the screen casting eerie shadows on cracked steps and crumbling walls. The graffiti was most prevalent at the bottom, becoming less so as I climbed the stairs. By the time I was halfway, even the bravest of the vandal artists had abandoned the endeavor, and I wondered how long it had been since anybody had been to the top.\n\nThe stairs ended at the entrance to a small room that lay dark and neglected, a time capsule from a lost history. What remained, a bed and a cramped workspace, had been claimed by mold and cobwebs. A ladder attached to one wall led further upward, to the lamp. An exploratory pull confirmed it was capable of carrying my slight frame, and so I climbed toward moonlight and the sound of the sea.\n\nI didn't see the woman at first. I was overwhelmed by the sight and sound of ocean and sky, the wind running cold hands through my hair, the sea-salt smell that had permeated my life since birth in my nose and throat. Confronted by nature so primal, so alive, I forgot Noah, forgot my sadness entirely, and resigned myself to just existing within it, small and irrelevant.\n\n\"I knew you'd come,\" she said.\n\nI felt the truth in her words as soon as she spoke them. I'd known it, too. That she'd be here. That she'd speak to me.\n\n\"Who are you?\" I asked, turning.\n\nShe had her back to me, her hands on the railing, a fragile figure with thick, dark hair that danced in the wind.\n\n\"My time is at an end,\" she said, \"and the moon is full. It's your turn to go to Him.\"\n\n\"To who?\" I asked.\n\n\"You'll see,\" she said. \"You'll see who you are. Now go. Time is short.\"\n\nI looked down to the rocks below, where the waves crashed, dark and foaming, and felt, deep in my gut, the pull of something that had long lurked in my subconscious like that sea-salt smell, something huge and implacable and undeniable. I turned from the woman and descended the ladder, then the stairs, went out through the open door and around to the side of the lighthouse that faced the sea, stepping carefully over terrain that was increasingly uncertain, jagged and slick. I soon felt the cold touch of the spray, and I was soaked to the skin long before I reached the edge, shivering, my clothes clinging desperately to my body.\n\nThere were steps carved in the rock, leading down to a flat outcropping beneath an overhang. At first, I thought the graffiti artists had been there, too, but then I realized these writings were far older, etched in the rock itself, written in a language I could not read.\n\nA pact. I was as certain of this as I had been of the woman in the lighthouse. Something known, not realized. Something that had always been. I traced the letters with my fingertips even as I felt Him rising from the depths, drawn by the light of the full moon, a creature unfathomable to the thousands of tiny lives that slept oblivious, prevented from crushing those lives like so much debris only by a steward doomed to distract him by a contract drawn in stone.\n\nI turned to watch His limbs slither over the precipice, swollen and pulsing, reaching for me. They climbed my body, wrapping themselves around my legs, ripping my tights to reach the heat of my skin, tightening around me. I looked straight ahead, into the darkness, reaching out with my mind for His presence, finding only a terrifying emptiness, a vessel for ancient ritual, a thing doing only what it had always done for reasons long forgotten. Shivering with more than the cold, I felt the waistband of my skirt pulled against me, His limbs writhing beneath it until seams gave and fabric tore. Another thrust itself up beneath my shirt, between the cups of my bra, emerging from my collar to touch my face with a caress that was oddly tender, it's tip exploring the contours of my jaw and my cheeks, then seeking the wet heat of my mouth, pushing between my lips, drawing my thoughts back to Noah, to the way he tensed and shuddered when I held him so, his eyes locked on mine, cheeks flushed.\n\nHe bound me at wrist and ankle, drawing arms and legs apart, the remnants of my clothing splitting and tearing as He sought what lay beneath, my wet shirt ripped open, bra snatched from my body, breasts exposed to the wind and the spray and the serpentine limbs that encircled each, squeezing to present their tender tips for His touch, alien yet familiar.\n\nI felt then that I'd awoken Him, inflamed Him, that great and disturbing emptiness filling with desire, hot and huge, as He stripped me of my tights and my panties and I stood exposed, limbs wrapping around and around my thighs, reaching for my sex and then invading me, pushing up inside me, filling and stretching, drawing moans that hummed against the cool flesh that filled my mouth in parody of a dead memory. \n\nHis regard lay upon me, demanding capitulation, participation, and I gave myself to Him as I never had another, mind and body. He laid me down and took me, pleasured by my lips and tongue, gripped by my cunt, limbs pulsating in the glorious friction between us until I felt myself lost, overcome with ecstasy, oblivious to the cold and the spray and the taunts of past trysts as He held me, rocked me, caressed me, fucked me, reducing the world to He and I, locked together in ecstasy.\n\nThen He was gone, and I was alone, empty and heartbroken, splayed on the hard stone, shuddering, breath stolen by the cold. \n\nAfter a time, I gathered my wits and got to my feet, walked naked back to the lighthouse and up the steps, where I shook out the blanket from the abandoned bed and wrapped it around my shoulders. I ascended to the top and stood looking out to sea, watching the moon crawl across the sky, awaiting its descent only so I could mark the days until it rose again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A busty redhead forgets to bring her gym clothes to school. Now she has to borrow her friend's gym clothes- which are way too small on her body.
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"content": "\"I can't believe this,\" Sarah muttered, rooting around in her locker for her gym clothes.\n\n\"Look, can we skip the lecture?\" her best friend Jess replied. \"I know! I'm an idiot! I brought my gym gear home over the weekend to do laundry and I just forgot to put it in my bag!\"\n\n\"Aha!\" said Sarah, pulling out a pair of dark blue shorts, a short white t-shirt, and a dark sports bra from her locker.\n\n\"You're a lifesaver,\" said Jess, eagerly taking the outfit.\n\n\"And you're sure that you want to borrow *my* clothes?\" Sarah asked, gesturing at her petite form, before glancing at Jess — who at 5'11'' towered over the much shorter girl, to say nothing of her 32DD cup size that the A-cup-flat Sarah was more than a little jealous of.\n\n\"You're the only friend I have who's in a different section, it's not like I've got any other options,\" Jess said, stuffing the outfit into her bag. \"I'm already late thanks bye I'll get these washed and back to you tomorrow before your gym class!\" shouted Jess quickly, already dashing down the hall.\n\n\"Just don't forget them at home again!\" called Sarah back, before heading to English class.\n\n\\------\n\nJess knew that she was running late already and charged up the stairs to the girl's locker room. Most of her classmates were already in the gym, and she knew that unless she hurried, she was going to be marked down late.\n\nShe flung open her locker — noting, with some frustration, the absence of her own gym uniform — tossed down her bag, and took out Sarah's outfit.\n\n\"Let's see what we've got here,\" she muttered to herself, kicking off her flats and placing them in her locker. She then unbuttoning her crisp white blouse, where it was soon joined by her stockings and skirt, leaving the 19-year old beauty dressed in just a sleek satin white push-up bra that already struggled to contain her firm assets and a matching white T-string thong.\n\nJess held up Sarah's black sport bra, staring at it in horror. It was at this moment that Jess realized that her own sports bra was with the rest of her gym clothes — which is to say, not in her locker. And her own push-up bra — already being pushed to its limits — was simply not going to cut it.\n\nSighing, she unclasped her underwear and tossed the virgin white cups into her locker. Jess thought for a minute to try to squeeze her way into Sarah's, but glancing at the time, she realized that she had to hurry up and tossed the second bra in with the first. She was also growing uncomfortably aware that she was standing around in only her tiny thong.\n\nShe grabbed Sarah's gym shorts next — a size extra small. This was going to be tricky, but thankfully the shorts were at least a little bit elastic. Stepping into what felt like tiny navy scrap to Jess, she started shimmying them up her long, long legs, jumping up and down to try and force the too tight garment up to her waist (causing her unrestrained tits to bounce crazily, not that anyone was around to appreciate it... yet.)\n\nAfter a few moments of effort, the shorts were up. Although calling them shorts might have been a bit of an understatement. The minuscule garment was stretched skin tight over Jess' lower body, outlined every muscle in her well-defined upper legs and every stitch of her thong. And her shapely ass was already peeking out at the bottom. She found herself glad she had wore her thong underneath, even though the T-shaped strings were still peaking out at the back of the too-small shorts — otherwise, a casual observer would have been able to make out every inch of her most intimate areas.\n\n\"This is ridiculous,\" thought Jess \"I've worn boyshort underwear that offered more coverage than this.\" Still, there was nothing for it, and the still-topless redhead was forced to contend with an even bigger — or rather, smaller — issue: Sarah's gym shirt.\n\nThe tiny white t-shirt was a similar XS, but was far less elastic than the shorts. Jess gathered her long red hair in one hand and began to shove her head through the hole. She could *hear* the neckline stretching and straining before finally getting it around her neck. After some more contortions, she was able to thread her arms in the sides — though the sleeves only just passed her shoulders — leaving just her tits sticking out.\n\nThe next step would be even trickier, though. Jess grabbed the bottom of the shirt and slowly started pulling it over her ample breasts. After no small amount of effort, she was able to squeeze her chest into the undersized shirt, but due to the difference in size between her and Sarah, what was a more than full-sized T-shirt that the smaller girl could tuck into her shorts was a tiny crop top on Jess thanks to the differences in height and curvature, only just managing to go down past her boobs.\n\nDespite its shortness, the t-shirt was stretched to its very limits, turning almost translucent thanks to the amount of strain. It fit itself to Jess' chest like a second skin, with every exact curve of her firm, large breasts, her cleavage, and even her nipples each clearly defined by the too-tight fabric. A freckle would probably have shown up, so tight was the shirt.\n\nJess didn't have time to deal with it, though. It wasn't like anyone else beside the other girls in her gym class would see her, anyway. (Or so she thought). She quickly grabbed her sneakers, and shoved them on her feet, barely even taking the time to register her almost pornographic attire in the mirror as she dashed out the door into the gym, her firey red hair flowing behind her as her barely constrained breasts bounced with every step."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Wait, let me get this straight; you turn into a tentacle monster when during the full moon, and you've been hiding this from me!?"
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"content": "Lula stopped at the door, hand on the handle, Marcel's fingers wrapped around her slender wrist. His grip was light but insistent, committed to getting an answer to a question she'd been dodging for months. *Here it comes.*\n\n\"I just want to keep you company,\" he said. \"I promise I won't make trouble.\"\n\nShe let out a sigh and turned around, shiny black hair bouncing over her shoulder. \"It's been nice, hasn't it? Hanging out? Me, staying over? Nice and casual.\" Sliding her hand over his chest made him quiver. He never asked questions in bed. \"But you know I work for my mom once a month, and it's not the kind of place where you can just stand aside and watch. Trust me on this.\"\n\n\"It's just weird.\" Marcel was undeterred. \"I don't mean to be insulting-\"\n\n\"So *don't be*.\"\n\nFlustered, he paused. \"I know that immigrant families have... traditions. I'm just a white guy who's madly in love with you and wants to learn everything about you; your culture.\" His arms slid to her sides and wrapped around until she was in his warm embrace, hands pressing into her lower back. It felt better when she leaned into it. There was something so disarming about the human touch. *Smooth*. \"I want us to be *more* than just casual.\" \n\n*They always do, until they don't.* She kissed his neck and cheek, and the salt and pepper stubble smelled like an ocean breeze. Riding his face last night had been *a lot* of fun. \"You're sweet, but I'm not ready to commit to something more. It may not be what you want, but it's what I need. For now, okay?\" \n\nHis arms slackened, and Lula left without another word. In the early evening, she disembarked from a ferryboat and walked to the village on Ward Island. The streets, too narrow for cars, sang with wood and metal-throated wind chimes as she hiked past the little markets and closed boutiques. With the tourists gone, shop owners felt more at ease to sit outside by their doors, lazily smoking pipe tobacco and speaking in Portguese, the staccato language like a machine gun. Lula bought a selection of imported canned sardines and headed for the house. \n\nShe stood before it, tucked in the middle of a row of cedar-shingled houses, those mostly empty in the off-season. A greyed wood plaque above the porch entrance read *Bem Vindo de Volta*. \n\n\"Welcome home,\" her mom said in a heavy accent, kissing her cheeks. Lula and her mother shared the same radiant smile, black hair, and short stature, but mama's eyes had grown paler with age and cataracts. \"You brought *sardinha*?\"\n\n\"For later, ma.\" She stepped inside and was enveloped by the comforting aroma of spices, garlic, and tomatoes. Putting the cans in the kitchen, she looked out the back window, down to the white-capped ocean, obscured by the tall yellow grass jutting from the cliffs. Closing her eyes, she let the distant waves call out to her, the sea spray wetting her lips—or perhaps it was her tongue. Already, she was wet.\n\n\"It's starting, isn't it? Go take a shower,\" her mother said, patting her shoulder. The old woman's hand felt good, circling her back, muscles softening under her touch. Smooth fingers rode over her supple skin. \"Hurry down for dinner.\"\n\nLula plodded upstairs and stripped out of her clothes, throwing them in a hamper. Letting the water run, she looked out the circular window that overlooked the street. Anyone watching could have seen her bare breasts, illuminated by the street lamp. The naughty thought entered and passed through her mind in a moment, but made her cover her dark nipples and blush. *Everything is so sensitive again*. A wisp of steam passed over the glass and she wiped it, then noticed a dark figure on the street. His face was obscured in the fading light of day but she knew who it was. *Too late now.*\n\nAs she soaped and shampooed, Lula could hear the ring of the doorbell and ignored it. The shower felt too good. Foamy lather ran down her body, like Ice Age glaciers, slowly erasing everything underneath. Below her waist, she felt the thin pink seams begin to form, a jagged network of puffed, shiny scars that radiated outward from her sex to her toes. As she let the water rinse off the last smudge, her fingers hovered over her slit. A touch could destroy her. \n\nReturning downstairs, wet hair streaming down a robe, Lula walked in on Marcel, chatting with her mother. \"What are you doing here?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry. I know-\"\n\n\"I asked you *nicely* not to come, to show me the smallest mote of respect and privacy. And yet, here you are.\"\n\n\"It's *fine*,\" her mother said, smiling. \"Your young friend was telling me you two are dating. What was it you used again?\"\n\nLula sighed. \"Tinder, ma. It's an app. A thing on the phone.\" There were times when her mother could be impossible, and other times impossibly shrewd. \"Marcel and I are dating, but that's it.\"\n\nThe words left him crestfallen. \"Is...is that the way you feel?\"\n\nLula glared at him. \"Of course! What do you think I meant before?\" His blank expression spoke volumes. He didn't realize that his dogged pursuit had moved from sweet to stupid. She almost felt bad for him. \"You should leave.\"\n\n\"The last ferry already left, *filha*,\" her mom said. \"The hotels are closed for the season. We can put him up for one night.\"\n\n\"But *tonight*?\"\n\n\"*Tonight*.\"\n\nMarcel cleared his throat. \"Your mother said that I could watch you work.\" \n\nLula's eyes widened as she slowly turned to her mother. The glint in the old woman's pale eye was unmistakable. She wasn't going to her dodge another month. Slapping her lap and standing, she stared at Marcel, regretting the choices that had led to this moment, none more than slapping her legs so hard. Heat pulsed and radiated over her thighs, almost bursting at the seams. \"Okay, fine. Let's eat.\"\n\nIf Marcel thought it strange that Lula didn't bother to change, eating the zesty seafood stew in her bathrobe, he didn't show it. Pulling mussels from their shells, she dipped them back into the broth and ate them with crusty toasted bread. This wasn't a restaurant; no oppressive table manners to keep her from slurping, no prying eyes to cast scorn when she tore apart the clams with her bare hands. Her terry cloth sleeves soaked up the drippings. \n\n\"How is it?\" her mom asked him, \"The stew. What do you think?\"\n\nHe swallowed a chewed nugget of scallop and smiled. \"It's delicious. Home cooking is best, I say.\"\n\n\"Did you hear that?\" she smiled. \"Likes home cooking. I could teach you how to make this, *filha*. Then you could teach *your* kids.\" Ma cackled at her own joke. \"I hope you saved room for dessert, young man. I made *flan*. Best you'll find on this island, I guarantee.\"\n\nShe served the warm caramel custard with hot tea and almond cookies, but after a few bites, Lula could eat no more. The cramps in her belly and legs had worsened, but she managed to excuse herself. \n\n\"Get some rest,\" Ma said, \"I'll wake you up when it's time.\" Lula worried for Marcel but felt powerless. Eyes drooping, she fell into her old bed upstairs. The two voices below became muted, until all she could hear were her own slow breaths, in time with the ocean. In the consuming darkness, she floated; the pain, ebbing away. \n\n***\n*continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) After her run, her skin was glistening with her sweat and her cheeks were redder than an embarrassed schoolgirl... and her younger brother couldn't help but get horny for her. He's lucky she loves him oh so much~
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"content": "Ryu stepped out upon the porch of his quaint suburban home. The early morning sun greeting him enthusiastically with blinding light. He squinted and wiped his eyes. Not the best mixture, groggy, misty eyes and blinding rays of sunshine. He decided to retreat back into the home before he discovered the milky outline of an approaching person.\n\n\"Hey there, Ryu. Did you wake up this early to say good morning to your big sis?\" A feminine voice cheerfully inquired, her fingers ruffling through Ryu's shaggy bedhead.\n\n\"I might have,\" Ryu muttered, wiping his eyes until his vision returned to normal. He couldn't have been greeted by a better sight. \"Good... morning...\"\n\nMitsuki, his older sister, stood before him, panting softly with a kind smile. Her cheeks, her arms, her heaving cleavage were drenched in sweat, the morning sun lighting her side up like glimmering golden scales. Her nipples poking through that thin black tank top. Ryu wondered if she was even wearing a bra.\n\nA tightness in his jeans gradually surfaced as he analyzed his sister in her post-run state.\n\n\"Morning, Ryu!\" Mitsuki responded gladly, seeming none the wiser. She freed her dark burgundy hair from a scrunchie tie, letting her luscious locks dangle over and stick to her shoulders. She planted a kiss on his forehead as she passed him, making her way back into the house. Ryu followed, unable to keep his eyes off her swaying hips and plump jiggling butt. A feature he prayed wouldn't fade away due to Mitsuki's new diet.\n\nMitsuki grabbed a hand towel, and attempted to wipe away the countless beads of sweat clinging to her body. Even the tiny pool of glimmering perspiration that nestled in between her jugs. Ryu claimed a seat at the kitchen bar, lazily hunching over and desperately trying to refrain from staring.\n\n\"Hungry, Ryu?\" Mitsuki inquired, washing her face of sweat.\n\n\"Yeah, a bit. Forgot my wallet at home so I couldn't get myself anything after work.\" He chuckled, softly knocking his head with his fist. How stupid he must've felt. His growling stomach revealed the true scope of his hunger.\n\n\"Sounds like you must be famished.\" She giggled. Mitsuki sauntered her way past her little brother before placing her hands upon his shoulders. Every part of Ryu tensed up and stiffened. \"If you can wait till I'm done with my shower, I'll cook you something special.\"\n\nBut that wasn't the end of it. Mitsuki leaned in, her tits rolling over the short spine of the stool seat and pressing into Ryu's back.\n\n\"Let's shower together, like we used to.\"\n\nHer voice was soft, melodic, perfectly percussive. Every pronunciation sending chills down his spine and blood through his veins.\n\nRyu tried to laugh it off. \"Heh, come on, I'm eighteen! Itd be weird now, wouldn't it?\" He was uneasy, uncertain. His impure lust for his own sister was being directly addressed and encouraged, by the very girl he drools over. Her offer stirred his loins, his second head boisterously voicing its thoughts.\n\nMitsuki drew away with a smile. \"Just kidding! It would be weird, huh?\" She giggled before embracing Ryu again, offering a kiss on the cheek and an open invitation. \"I'll leave the door unlocked.\" She whispered before strolling away with a hum.\n\nRyu's dick threatened to tear through his jeans, it was so stiff and ready. The possibilities and their repercussions floating around in his brain like a whirlpool.\n\nA knock upon the bathroom door caught Mitsuki's attention. She had yet to step foot in the shower, but the water ran hot and steamy. A small gust of vapor floated away into the ether as Mitsuki opened the door and greeted her little brother. She was about as tall as he was, giving him a decent frontal view of her features. Mitsuki noticed his as well, namely the raging erection tucked into one of the legs of his jeans.\n\n\"Is that offer... still standing?\" He chuckled nervously.\n\n\"Always.\" She smirked, aiming for Ryu's fly as he tore off his shirt. She unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down along with his undergarments. His dick bobbed free in the warm steaming air, until it was ginger ensnared by Mitsuki's delicate pale digits. His erection surged in her hand, rumbling subtly with surging blood. \n\n\"Oh my... it's so big.\" She cooed.\n\n\"Your not just saying that, right?\" Ryu grunted, trying not to cum from the simple joy of a girl's hand caressing his shaft.\n\n\"Not at all! Its, lovely... almost as big as mine.\" She praised. The soft impact of her towel hitting the ground soon followed.\n\nAnother sensation graced Ryu's body; his sister's thick, warm cock nestling softly in between his ass cheeks. A feeling that shoved him past the point of no return, cum spurting violently out of his urethra and sticking to the shower tile.\n\nMitsuki gasped in amazement, and perhaps in a bit of self-satisfaction, seeing how fast and intense her brother came while in her grasp. She smooshed her pelvis forward with a cheeky grin, rubbing her shaft along the delicate skin of his gluteal crease and pressing her sack against his plump cheeks. For a guy, he had a rather taut and alluring backside. One that was pale and ripe for accepting his sister.\n\nRyu was pressed against the shower wall, hands clutching the metal handrail near his midsection. He looked over his shoulder, anxious to see what action Mitsuki would take, breathing heavily and desperate for her cock.\n\n\"You want your big sister's cock, don't you? Deep in your ass?\"\n\n\"Yeah... fuck me...\" He mumbled. \n\n\"Hmm? I can't hear you too well.\"\n\n\"Sis, come on... it's... embarrassing to say it out loud.\"\n\n\"It's just you and me, though. Only big sis Mitsuki will hear your cute little voice.\" She licked her lips, prodding Ryu's blinking asshole with her cockhead.\n\n\"Eh... please, Mitsuki! Give me your cock!\" Ryu shouted through the loud splashing of water coming from the shower-head.\n\n\"As you wish!\" She giddily replied back, mercilessly thrusting forward and plunging her entire cock into Ryu's ass. Her little brother let out a disheveled groan, pain and pleasure melting together in his first real bout of anal intercourse. The toys he snuck under his sister's nose were nothing compared to this; a real live girl-cock stuffing his narrow anal passage. Ryu's mouth hung open and agape as Mitsuki shoved her penis up against his prostate with every thrust, knocking ecstasy up his spine and clouding his brain.\n\n\"I'm gonna cum inside you, Ryu!\"\n\nMitsuki wrapped her arms around Ryu, kissing and tounging his neck as she ramped up the intensity of her thrusts. She was nearing her orgasm, and with a savage hunger she wanted to dump a load inside her adorable younger brother.\n\nDoing just that, a blast of cum erupted from her cock and flung across the confines of Ryu's tight rectum, reaching as far as his thin anal canals would allow.\n\nRyu immediately fell to his knees, resting upon the shower seat where several shampoo bottles sat. Cum leaked from his hole, mixing in with the water that poured down upon them both. Mitsuki slathered her hands in body wash and patted her brother's battered behind. The slick soap allowed her to push her fingers into his dilating asshole and force out her sticky load with a wet squelch.\n\nIt seemed she wasnt done, however, as once again her cock lined up against his hole.\n\nAnd it seemed neither was he, as his hands weekly spread those pale cheeks and greeted his sister's girth."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her favorite thing about strip Smash Brothers was that, as far as she was concerned, there was no real way to lose...
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"content": "Lucy enjoyed Strip Smash. To her, playing was a guaranteed win, regardless of the results. A few rounds between her and her boyfriend would leave both hot and bothered, and a few rounds more guaranteed they would be fucking like rabbits.\n\nOf course, between her and her boyfriend Jake, the mindgames start as soon as the challenge is made. Both competitors are made to wear equal amounts of clothing, but what is actually worn is up for grabs. Lucy has won numerous rounds with her tits out, and multiple pairs of shorts. Jake tends to catch up by the time his legs are in full view, able to wrap Lucy close to him.\n\nBut the games themselves, are a sight to behold. With all items enabled in high frequency, it's a festival of explosions and things being thrown across the stage, like high-risk dodgeball. Sometimes the battle gets close in for melee, until an unfortunate Bob-omb splits the two apart. Between the insane hilarity and sexual teasing, little playing actually gets done."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your feisty copilot appears to be in need of some love-making. And you're perfectly willing to give the busty beauty what she wants.
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"content": "Sadie’s breasts were plainly gigantic, a fact that she made sure was the first thing anyone noticed about her. The cargo pilot had to order her clothes custom, and she was proud to show off her bust in her custom scoop-necked bomber jacket, cut low and wide to show off her tremendous, pumpkin-sized breasts. “When you’re as big as me, you either have to dress busty or wear a tent, and I’d rather dress busty,” was basically her motto, and she lived up to it, glad that the small private outfit that she worked for had basically no dress code, or certainly no enforcement of it.\n\nThe short and curvy gal steered her Conwing L-16 Seaplane, The Pink Pearl, in for a smooth landing on the waters of Kingston Harbor. “Aaannd that’s how you do it!” she announced, as the plane touched down and started to bob in the warm, tropical water.\n\nHer rookie copilot, nodded, making eye contact to emphasize his acknowledgment.\n\nShe smirked, as she looked him over. His long, blonde hair was tied back, neatly, into a ponytail, and his steel-blue eyes kept steady track of the gauges in front of him. She couldn’t help but let her gaze play along his strong, square jaw, down his equally strong neck, and over the well-earned muscles encased in his perfectly fitted, white button-down shirt. “You don’t talk much, do you, Jensen?”\n\n“N-no,” he said, in the most succinct possible answer to her question, using no more words than were absolutely necessary to convey his intended meaning. It was a perfectly efficient use of language.\n\nShe raised an eyebrow. “Well why not?”\n\nHe seemed to blush a little, swallowing and adjusting his lips. “I-I…. Have a s-s-stutter. It is worse in English. It-t-t-t it is embarrassing.” His stutter was rather severe, and his Swedish accent thick.\n\nSadie sat back in her seat a bit, nodding. “Oh. Okay then. That’s fair.” She paused for a beat. “You don’t stutter in sign language though...”\n\nHis eyes went wide. “Y-you speak sign language?” he stammered out.\n\n“I do!” Sadie Announced, with a broad smile. He was blushing harder now, and she was drinking it in, knowing just why. “And so did that porter who loaded us up before we left Fort Lauderdale!” She raised her hands in front of her. “And I recall that you said to him...” she started to sign, “I have to fly this cargo all day, and all I can think about is that I want to have sex with my captain’s breasts. My dick is harder than the flight-stick,” she giggled to herself and spoke aloud again, “Or something like that… I might not remember. He sure thought it was funny though.”\n\nHe was utterly mortified and instantly started to stutter his way through an apology. “I-I am so sorry! I did not mean t-to…”\n\n“Pfft… don’t worry about it,” she said, waving her hand. “If you’d wanted to fuck my tits, you could have asked!” She took a moment to study his stunned expression. “I’m real casual about things… In fact, I’m actually in need of some love-making, now that we’ve got a couple of hours to kill. Y’know, if you’re up for it.” He still seemed to be in shock, but she glanced down at his pant leg, and was pleased to see just how much of him was, at minimum, ‘up for it’. She stood and grabbed a bedroll from the side of the cabin, laying it on the floor.\n\nHe rose, his eyes trailing lustfully over her body, as she lowered herself onto her back, on the floor. She kicked off her panties, and he kneeled in front of her. He removed his shirt, revealing his broad, smooth, sculpted chest and strong arms. “A gentleman ensures that a lady comes first,” he said, in Swedish, ignoring one of the primary conventions of communication. She didn’t understand him at all, but he seemed to be lowering his head between her thighs, so she went along with it.\n\nJensen parted Sadie’s plump thighs and kissed along them toward the lips of her well-manicured sex. She squirmed in delight, as he drew nearer to her sex, and he teased her, planting kisses all around her opening and licking near but not quite at her clitoris. With his hands, he massaged her labia, for a time, and then he delved two fingers in, finding her wet and needy. He stroked them along the roof of her inner surface just as he let her feel his lips finally caress her pleasure button. She squirmed under his ministrations, starting to moan. Guided by her sounds, he steered his pleasuring, delving deeper with his fingers, stroking against her g-spot more firmly, as he started to gently suck and lick her clit. She was in total ecstasy, and she came hard under his touches, her muscles clenching around him and her thighs grabbing onto his head and shoulders.\n\nHe let her enjoy her climax fully, gently easing her through it, and he remained there between her legs until he had given her the fullest possible pleasure.\n\nShucking off his pants, he revealed his thick, hard, twelve inch cock, stroking it, as he moved up her body. She obligingly pressed her tremendous tits together for him, creating a valley of cleavage more than adequate to swallow even his monster cock. He too grabbed onto her breasts, their vast surfaces having more than enough room for his broad hands and her dainty ones, and he helped her to press them together, as he lowered his cock between them, pressing it into the tight, soft passage that her cleavage provided. Her breasts felt amazing, wrapped around his hot manhood, and he started to thrust, fucking her tits as if they were a pussy. Her massive, medicine ball sized bust jiggled and heaved under his thrusts. She moaned and writhed under him, as the both of them groped and squeezed her sensitive breasts. Soon, he was getting close, and he pulled his cock from her cleavage, stroking it, as he approached her mouth.\n\nShe opened wide, accepting the tip of his cock past her lips, as he erupted, and he came into her mouth, filling her cheeks with a white, creamy load of cum. She gulped it down and sucked on the tip of his manhood, licking up the last spurts of his seed.\n\nShe swallowed again, licked her lips, and cleared her throat. “Y’know, I think you’re going to be a fine co-pilot.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're trying really hard to respect their rules about "decency", or whatever, but humans don't seem to understand that, as a Succubus, anything you wear *becomes* the sexy version.
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"content": "I'm a reformed succubus... mostly. I'm *trying* to be good, honestly, I really am.\n\nMy name is Libidia, and I've settled in the human village Prudeville in preindustrial England. I'm trying to become a \"vegetarian\", sustaining myself on the food humans eat, rather than on human men's oh so tasty and nutritious sexual energy. But how am I supposed to repress my natural seductive power?\n\nIt all started when the villagers captured me, due to my own carelessness. I got caught up in the moment, I was so enjoying riding a sleeping man next to his wife.\n\nHis prick was so hard and shooting so much seed, I suspect it hadn't seen any action in years. I couldn't resist staying for hours riding him again and again, tiding over his recovery periods by sucking him back to his full hardness. The whole time he slept peacefully, and I like to think he was having sweet erotic dreams.\n\nMy mistake was staying past sunrise. I had my head buried in his hairy crotch under the bedcovers, deepthroating his wonderful prick while fingering my dripping wet cunt. So I didn't notice as light began to stream through the windows. Worse, I didn't notice as his wife stirred and opened her eyes to the sight of my shapely form moving rhythmically under the covers.\n\nSuddenly she shrieked and threw off the covers, getting a full view of my sexy curvy nubile body between her husband's legs. I quickly tried to extract the husband's prick from my throat, but one of my long gold locks of hair was stuck to a puddle of our juices, and I gagged.\n\nThe wife must have thought quickly, because before I knew it she grabbed my head and slid a crucifix over my neck. I was now unentangled, but suddenly I found myself unable to dematerialize.\n\n\"John, wake up!\" she said to her sleeping husband.\n\n\"Let me sleep, Mary...\" murmured John, his spit-coated swollen prick twitching excitedly in the cool morning air and smearing my spit all over my face. \"I was having such a good dream...\"\n\nMary shook him awake. \"Don't be silly! You were being... *raped* by a... a *demon*, I think! The rumors we heard must be true!\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\nJohn opened his eyes to see my head looking up at him from his crotch, giving him an eyeful of my glorious beauty. I was wearing my favourite fishnet dress which leaves little to the imagination, displays plenty of my big round soft breasts and their perky nipples, and has a nice big crotch hole to slip a prick through.\n\n\"Technically, I'm a Succubus,\" I said haughtily. \"Now take off this cursed necklace and let me go free!\"\n\n\"Oh my God, you're so beautiful...\" John stared at my pretty symmetrical face, my luscious lips smeared with spit and seed, my hypnotically captivating eyes. \"Did you have me in your *mouth*?\"\n\n\"You taste lovely,\" I nodded, scooping a stray bit of seed into said mouth and sucking it off my finger.\n\n\"I told you there's something demonic about her,\" said Mary. \"A sane woman would never put that disgusting appendage in her mouth!\"\n\nJohn sighed wistfully. \"Well, I have suggested maybe you could try it sometime. This lady obviously finds it very enjoyable. Actually, since you've captured her, maybe we could put it back inside her...\"\n\nMary slapped her husband's face. I was shocked by this typical display of human violence, fueling my growing dislike of Mary, but said nothing.\n\n\"She's an evil creature, you idiot!\" Mary snapped. \"She has you under her spell! Now stop thinking with your prick and snap out of it!\"\n\n\"I'm really not that bad when you get to know me,\" I said in what I hoped was a reasonable tone. \"Sure, I feed off nonconsenting men's sexual energy, but I try to make it pleasurable for them.\"\n\nMary ignored my remarks, instead pulling me up off the bed. \"Did you hear that, John? She was *feeding* off you! Get away from my husband, you depraved maneater!\"\n\nJohn's prick wilted a bit. \"Alright, I get the point. But what are we going to do with her if not... that?\"\n\nMary deliberated for a moment. \"I'll go get the Vicar. He'll know what to do with her.\"\n\n\"Since he's a man, he'll know exactly what to do with me,\" I giggled. John burst into giggles along with me.\n\nMary's eyes narrowed. \"Scratch that. John, *you* go fetch the Vicar, while *I* keep an eye on *her*.\"\n\nJohn scrambled out of bed and quickly dressed. He had to stuff his hard prick into some pants, which I thought looked very uncomfortable. Then he left the house.\n\n\"I have a name, you know,\" I tell Mary. \"I'm Libidia.\"\n\nMary snorts. \"Don't you go trying to seduce *me*, it won't work!\"\n\n\"I know. My seduction powers don't work on women. I was just trying to be friendly.\"\n\nMary shook her head, and we stood there in awkward silence until the Vicar of Prudeville walked in.\n\n(To be continued...)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When decided to stay with your college roommate's family over spring break, you had no idea his family were nudists.
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"content": "“My family is a little different,” Logan began as he stopped at the light. “Just be prepared for that.”\n\n“Different how?” Liam asked, putting his cellphone down. His attention changed from his college-class-crush’s Instagram to Logan’s vague warning. “Are they murderers?”\n\n“No, no murder. They’re vegan.”\n\n“I said murderers, not cannibals. NOW I’m suspicious!” They both laugh as they pull into the driveway. “No, but really, what am I walking into?”\n\n“It’s easier just to see.” Logan gathers his bags out of the trunk. \n\n\\-\n\n“Mom, Dad! I’m hoooome!” Logan yells as he walks in the door. “Liam is with me!” He drops his things at the foot of the stairs as people stir in the other room. Liam is nervous and is suddenly aware that he looks nervous. “Hey!” a smile bursts across Logan’s face. Liam looks up.\n\nA gorgeous naked woman is standing at the top of the stairs. Liam’s mouth hangs open as he takes in her curvy body, impressive tits, and intense face with hair wrapping around her neck and hanging down almost to her butt. She smiles, “Hello baby! Welcome back home!” She takes the stairs quickly, her breasts jiggling at every step. She wraps her arms around Logan, hugging him tightly. \n\n“Hi mom!” Logan says, wrapping his arms around her. Liam stares at her tits pressing into Logan. ‘What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On.’ he thinks, panic set in.\n\n“Hey kiddo! You’ve gotten taller since you left!” a voice pulls Liam’s attention from Mom’s tits back to the top of the stairs. A much younger, also nude, a woman is standing next to an older man. The man is fit. His chest muscles lead into his shoulder muscles so casually and perfect. Like a videogame character. He’s also naked. The woman next to him is thin with great small tits, brown hair also almost to her butt. \n\n“Guys, this is my roommate, Liam!” Logan says, smiling at Liam. “Liam this is my mom, Kat, my dad, James, and my sister Becca!”\n\n“H-hey!” Liam says, “I’m, I’m Liam.” and waves.\n\n“Welcome to our home!” Kat says, breaking away from Logan and wrapping her arms around Liam, pressing her tits into his chest, hugging him just as tightly. He can feel his pants getting tight. ‘Shit. Fuck. Not. Now!’ he thinks, hugging her back. When she breaks away from the hug, Liam feels her hand graze his crotch. It was casual. Maybe an accident? But what if it…\n\n“Bring it in Liam!” James says, hugging him just as tightly as Kat had. Liam could feel Jame’s cock press into his hip. His pants keep getting tighter. ‘What is going on?’\n\n“It’s nice to meet you,” Becca says, waving instead of hugging. “I can show you to your room!” \n\n“Yes, you kids go get settled in, I’m going to start dinner!” James says, smiling and walking away. Kat follows him. \n\n“Nudists,” Logan says, standing in the guestroom doorway as Liam unpacks some stuff into a drawer. “It’s a weird one to tell people about and it never really prepares them. Showing is always easier!”\n\n“It’s different.” Liam stops unpacking. “Do they want me to be naked too?”\n\n“No!” Logan begins, “They know guests aren’t all into this lifestyle. They just don’t want people to judge them negatively just because of it.”\n\n‘That's cool.” Liam nods and finishes his packing. \n\n“I’m going to go, help mom. I’ll check in on you in a bit. I’ll let you get settled and relaxed.” Logan leaves Liam to himself. He plops down on the bed and picks up his phone. Kirsten just updated her Insta’ with a picture in a swimsuit. Jesus. Her body is…\n\n“Hey!” Becca says, standing in the doorway. \n\n“Oh, hey!” Liam says, trying to act cool about a gorgeous naked woman standing in his doorway. He was already fighting an erection, now it’s a battle he’s losing. “Um. Come on in!” he smiles and tries to sit up so the folds in his jeans could hide his cock shape. She smiles and comes into the room, sitting on the bed by Liam. \n\n“This bed is so soft! I always forget. I’m never in here.” She pushes her hair back behind her ear. “I go to the community college here. Trying to get the lame classes done before going to State.Cheaper.”\n\n“Yeah, I get that. What are you going to be studying?”\n\n“Biology,” she looks at Liam in the eyes. “Anatomy.” She stares at him for an intense amount of time, “I want to be a sports doctor. I play a lot of volleyball and have seen a LOT of injuries.”\n\n“Yeah, that’s probably an awesome job.” He says, doing his best to stay calm. “So you live at home?”\n\n“Yes! My room is right next to yours.” She puts her hand on his leg. “You should stretch more. Your knees won’t go all the way down without extra effort. I can show you tomorrow.” She smiles. He feels shivers up his spine and a tightening in his lower back. \n\n“Yeah I sit a lot.”\n\n“Yeah.” She moves her hand up his leg to his thigh. “Alright. I'll see you at dinner! You all had a long drive up!” She stands and walks out the door, he watches her buttcheeks as she walks, the faint jiggle and the muscles in her legs and thighs… “Would you like the door open, or…” she looks him up and down, “closed?” and smiles.\n\n“C-closed?” he says. She closes the door behind her. He lets out a deep sigh and reminds himself that they are a nice family, no one is flirting with him, it’s all innocent. He notices the wet spot on the bedsheet where she was sitting. “Fuck,” he mumbles and unzipped his pants."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She sighed, "If you're not up to doing it, then fine, but I really just enjoy being woken up with sex. It just gets my day off to the right start."
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"content": "\nTed heard them arguing a bit before he opened the door. She sighed “If you’re not upt to doing it, then fine, but I really just enjoy being woken up with sex. It just gets my day off to the right start.”\n\n“I just have to get up so early for work as it is. I really don’t have the time to bone you and get ready before work.” Steve said but he sounded very defensive. Steve was Ted’s roommate and Cassie was his girlfriend. Though, she stayed over in their college dorm so much she might as well be the third roommate. Ted didn’t care because she was pretty cool and liked a lot of the same things he did. Also they banged in the room so much that they worked out a system with Ted so he wouldn’t snitch on them to the RA. \n\nSchool nights they couldn’t fuck after 12am, and as long he wasn’t creepy about it they wouldn’t run him out of the room exert time they fucked. Meaning he had seen Cassie get fucked several times already so hearing this was no big surprise. Ted walked in and the room and the conversation died pretty quick. A thought started to form in his head. Ted put his head phones on for the night and pretended not to hear them arguing on and off for the rest of the night.\n\nThat morning after Steve left Ted got up and walked over to Steve’s bed with a naked Cassie flopped across the mattress with his covers across her lower half, her tits on full display. Ted had caught glimpses of her before but tried to play it cool. She had some big pink nipples that stood tall when hard. Her ass was what most guys seemed to be attracted to, but Ted knew about the wicked little nips she kept hidden. Today was a test and it could turn out horrible or awesome. He whipped his dick out as he stood over her sleeping body and he just started stroking it slowly. By time he got hard and picked up his speed Cassie sleepily opened her eyes. Then they flew open with a shock.\n\nTed kept going. Whether or not she was into it he was hoping to finish before she freaked out at him. To his surprise she flung the covers off and started fingering herself as Ted stood over her masterbating. When he came he shot his cum across her stomach, some landed on her thigh. She smeared her hand against the cum on the thigh and then rubbed it against her pussy in moments she was twitching in delight.\n\n“Thanks for that, but I only fuck Steve.” Cassie said staring at Ted's more impressive dick. He had seen his roommate before and he knew he was much thicker and a little longer. “By the way I’m planning on wearing my sleeping mask so if someone besides Steve wakes me up it’s not my fault is it.”\n\nThe next morning Ted woke up hard as soon as he heard Steve stumble out the door. Cassie had a sleep mask on and was laying on her stomach. Ted crept over and slowly removed the cover to admire her toned and tanned body once again. This time it was ther tight prize-winning ass point up. Well, the one problem with her plan was if she was going to lay there and pretend she wasn’t cheating she couldn’t make any demands beforehand. He knew her and Steve used condoms, but Ted's not much of a condom guy. Girls have to lay down an ultimatum before he does. So Ted stripped naked and crawled into his roommate’s bed hovering over his girlfriend. So Ted slipped his hand under her and started playing with her pussy to warm her up. She started grinding her pussy into my hand. So he got up behind her and started sliding my cock into her wet hot pussy. She pushed back as she hit the root of his cock. Once Ted felt she was accommodated to my width, he really let her have it. Ted started pumping into her and she started to arch up. They moved from a prone bone to more of a doggystyle and Ted leaned over pinching those long nipples of hers. She was screaming and cumming on my dick before he was done. He came a little after orgasim. Leaving her with a fresh creampie dripping from her pussy. Ted grabbed his clothes and ran to the shower quickly.\n\nWhen Ted came back into the room she was still naked and now she was furious. “Did you cum in my pussy?” She practically yelled it. \n\n“No.” Ted said with an innocent smile. “I thought Steve woke you up.”\n\nShe paused and then broke down laughing. “Wel, I’m not on the pill so he will need to wake me up in my mouth or ass until I get on it, right?” They both laughed. “But hopefully he uses lube because he feels so much bigger in the mornings.” She turned and started getting her stuff together while she was still naked. Ted sat down on his bed and started the stroke himself thinking about how tight her ass would feel. When she bent over he could see the semen seeping out of her freshly fucked pussy. Then she turned and saw him stroking his cock hard once again. “You know Ted I still got plenty of time before classes. Maybe I should sleep in a bit.”\n\nCassie pulled a tube of lube from the night stand and put her sleeping mask back on. Ted’s mornings were getting more exciting by the minute. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was proud of her Amazonian heritage, but she can get a bit homesick. So she would sneak off at night and train in the nude, just to feel a bit more at home. Either way it's hard not to be startled when she didn't notice the shy female cleric find you training, naked as the day you were born.
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"content": " I, Maxima of the Amazons, am being targeted by a most devious individual. Currently, I wait for this fiend while I complete my nightly nude training. This is the only time this perverted man dares to approach me.\n\n I was warned against continuing the Amazonian tradition of training in the nude once I entered the world of man. However, as one of the largest of my sisters at 7ft tall and with muscles the size of a man's head, I was certain no man would be foolish enough to attempt any misdeeds against me. This seemed to be the case until I began to notice the occasion sound of moaning coming from bushes, followed by my lower undergarments disappearing as well. Clearly there is nothing that could deter a male from satisfying his sexual desires.\n\n In an attempt to draw him out during this particular session I made sure to focus on my tribes famous technique of the Bottom Bash. What is a logical attack to us, throwing all of you weight at an opponent with the largest and most padded part of your body, is seen as nothing but \"twerking\" to them; which is to my benefit as this male seems to have a particular obsession with my toned posterior. \n\n* RUSTLE RUSTLE*\n\n \"THERE YOU ARE FIEND\", I shouted as I threw a nearby rock in the sound's direction, \"YOU'RE DAYS OF PERVERTED ACTIONS ARE DONE FOR!\" I charged towards my downed opponent slashing through the bushes to get to him. Unfortunately, when I arrived I realised I made a grave mistake.\n\n As it turns out the poor person in the bushes was a female cleric, likely looking to ensure I'm unharmed by my assailant. Though as I reached out to ask if she was okay, she screamed before smacking me under the chin with all her might using a medicine bag. Her fearful attack was the last thing I saw before blacking out.\n__________________________________________________\n\n \"I can't believe she almost caught me this time!\", I thought while trying not to die of a heart attack. \"I thought for sure that I'd mastered how peep on her without being noticed. God, why does the most beautiful woman in town have to so scary?\"\n\n There's was no turning back at this point. I already knocked her unconscious when she was just trying to help me up, so stealing her panties is wouldn't be the worst thing I've done tonight. \n\n After about five minutes of looking I finally found cause of all this trouble. A huge pair of dinghy formerly white panties the reeked of delicious aroma. After putting them to my face and taking deep breath, I was reminded of why all of this was worth it.\n\n I walked back towards my medicine bag threw them in along with the other 29 pairs I've collected over the month. As I prepared to leave back to the town medical center I took notice of the position I left the source of my recent masturbation aides in. Completely defenseless with her magnificent ass raised in the air. \n\n Of course as a cleric I simply couldn't just leave an innocent person in the woods without checking to see if they're in good condition at the least.\n\n I kneeled down between her legs and rubbed her ass tenderly, to ensure that she was warm of course. Then I proceed to spread her cheeks apart and gaze at her beautiful ruby star fruit, it was so round and tight. Without any real medicines on my person the only thing I could do is try to kiss her better; I mean it doesn't have to be in the same area they were hit does it? And judging from how out cold she is, she'll need to be treated all night long, it's my duty as a cleric."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: With the Tentacle War now in its sixth year, Scotland reconsiders allowing kilts as part of their military uniform.
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"content": "It's a cold night indeed that can't be fixed with warm haggis, and a colder one yet that can't be fixed with warm tentacle haggis.\n\nThat said, the fine rain and the drafty stone shack with its frigid floors made Sheena think that not even the tentacle haggis would do the trick. The army had only the week prior, as well, demanded that kilts be worn by the all-woman fighting force, in spite of the month drawing well into Autumn now and in spite of their relative warmth, they still had little to compare to wool pants. There were few times in her life that she'd been colder, and she'd been stationed in Siberia earlier in life.\n\nThe haggis steamed pleasantly into the frigid structure and Sheena ate ravenously. The cold seemed not to affect her wife, Finolla, as much, for she sat stoically in a chair by the door, keeping watch through the cracked boards for movement in the dark outside.\n\nthe tentacle haggis was warm and tender and juicy and Sheena was so hungry after a cold day's patrol that it felt almost erotic, filling her petite mouth and sliding down her throat into her empty, ravenous belly. The tentacle warmed her mouth and her throat and all the way down into her tummy, so that the frozen shack might as well be a tropical getaway.\n\nThe table where she ate was small and after she was finished, Sheena made space for Finolla to come eat, and went to take her place at the door.\n\nFour years of marriage was not enough to drive away the lust that Sheena felt for Finolla, nor was the taught uniform shirt (under which Finolla's ample breast swelled to cantilevered levels of fullness) do much to diminish it.\n\nSheena might have (if they were not on patrol, and if she hadn't been quite as aware of Finolla's equally empty stomach as she was of her own) pushed her wife down on the table right there and then, popped open her shirt's straining buttons and suckled on her breasts until the morning light drew off the rain.\n\nBut, she was on duty and she didn't want to be taken off to Edinburgh by some sneaky tentacle. She was full of lust, but not so much as the weak-willed men, who now filled that city near to bursting in their tentacular-pleasure.\n\nNo, she was not a weak-willed man, and she would not give in to lust so easily.\n\nSitting by the door, Sheena's skin barely goose-bumped at all, even though the frame was so loose that a soft cold mist came in with the drafty breeze.\n\nInside her, the tentacle warmed her all the way through so that no cold touched her.\n\nShe held a certain fondness these strange creatures, she had to admit. A part of her understood exactly why the men had gone off and given themselves over to the tentacles' promise of ceaseless pleasure.\n\nCertainly, she understood the desire to have Finolla with her forever.\n\nSheena had known Finolla since they were little girls, and so she knew more of Finolla's proclivities than even a devoted wife might otherwise. She knew how Finolla liked to be licked and she knew how Finolla liked to be tickled and she knew where Finolla liked Sheena to use her fingers.\n\nShe had pressed Finolla's arched back into mossy cliffs, pressed her fingers into her moist grotto, and then commented on the act in just those same words. Finolla had groaned at the word choice and very nearly shoved her lover away.\n\nBut as much as Sheena knew about Finolla's preferences, she never would have expected that they included the non-human. Yet, sitting before her in the cold and drafty hut, without any goosebumps, and with fidgeting legs and arms that passed conveniently close to her breasts, was the love that Sheena had fallen for all those years ago, behaving very odd for some reason.\n\nShe had eaten very little of the tentacle haggis, in spite of how grueling the trek out to the cabin had been. She showed no sign of cold, in spite of the sharp air that blew through all the hut's cracks.\n\nThe men down in Edinburgh went about naked year round, with only the tentacles' curious thermality for warmth. They were said to never catch cold, even in deep snow, because of the tentacles that they kept to pleasure themselves.\n\nAnd Finolla had not even shivered, Sheena now realized, as she kept guard at the door.\n\nA thick vein of sub-kilt tentacle showed through the fabric over Finolla's kilt above her leg, and the blue-eyed woman flexed her toes as if in pleasure.\n\nWith a sudden shock of understanding, Sheena realized that Finolla must have a tentacle living inside of her.\n\nShe stood and gasped at this realization.\n\nSlowly, a pink tipped shaft emerged from beneath Finolla's kilt and tested the air as though cautiously, swaying left, then right, then up, to point it's phallic head directly at Sheena, before returning to Finolla's leg once more and continuing its slow path to the cold stone floor.\n\nSheena's breath came faster as she watched it, this pink penile appendage of her lover's, trail across the ground towards her. Whether the warmth from her dinner's tentacle now outgrew her stomach and worked on her pussy, or whether she felt warm below from arousal, she did not particularly care. She was dampening and could feel it gathering in little droplets at her pussy lips, ready to drop at any moment.\n\nFuzzy static enswooned her head and her legs grew weak and she had to lay a hand across a chair-back to support herself.\n\n\"What does it feel like, Finolla?\" she asked.\n\nFinolla smiled and spread her legs wide. Hiking up the kilt's rough fabric to reveal a further two tentacles wound from her slit around her thighs, she said, \"That first time we made love, by the glade in Glen'airn? It feels like that, all the time.\"\n\nSheena's legs buckled and she sank into the chair once more, the meal's warmth spreading all throughout her body, making her hair stand on end, making her nipples stand stiff against her uniform's fabric, making the seat where she sat wet with her arousal.\n\n\"I can't stand experiencing it all the time without you, though,\" Finolla continued. \"It was our love, after all. But I don't want to pressure you.\"\n\nSheena's eyes glazed over for a moment and her mind became transfixed on her wife's heavy breasts straining against their confinement in her uniform, her wife's thighs standing so supple and lovely in the tentacles' embrace.\n\n\"Do you want to have a child with me, Sheena? We can do that now, you know.\"\n\nThe tentacle making it's way across the floor finally rested on her foot and raised itself up, as though inquiringly.\n\nSheena bent forward to touch it and as she did, Finolla shuddered as though the tentacle were now really a part of her.\n\nIt was soft and damp and warm and she all at once needed to see what it felt like in her mouth, to see whether this thing that now lived in Finolla still tasted like her wife.\n\nLifting it up, she met Finolla's tentative gaze and said, \"Of course, Finolla. I love you more than the Northern Lights love the stars.\"\n\nAnd she took Finolla's tentacle into her lips, feeling it swell inside her, filling her mouth with itself so much that she might have gagged, had it been anyone other than Finolla's.\n\nFinolla's breath, too, came in ragged and sharp.\n\n\"I can't get you pregnant from all the way up there, Sheena,\" she pleaded. \"I need to feel your pussy, my love.\"\n\nSheena felt the tentacle try to retreat, but she grasped it and held it firm in her throat. If Finolla had felt the tentacle's pleasure for so long, then she wanted to savor this romp.\n\n\"We 'ave a 'ong 'ight a'ead, an' I want t' 'aste you,\" she gagged from around Finolla's tentacle, sucking it down and down her throat until it warmed her stomach, filling her like the haggis never could."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] The Debt
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"content": "This was excellent, as usual. The setup was surprising, but it's true that love is a hell of a drug. I think that you struck just the right balance with how you handled the situation. Novak was just charismatic and caring enough to keep things optimally enjoyable. This was a delicate line to tread, and I feel like you did the story a great service by finding just the right mix, as you did. The sex was also excellent, in keeping with the story, and it was very, very well described. This was a really hot scene, and it's easy to see why Natasha ends up conflicted, looking forward to the future sessions. $10,000 a session is quite high for sex, but we get the impression that Novak likes her moxie pretty early on. This was great! Nicely done!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I know you've been jacking it to the nudes I've been sending you. Today though, I want you to jack it to me."
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"content": "Juan sat on his bed, his cock hard in his jeans. His girlfriend, Autumn, and him have been together for a few years but she insists on waiting until she’s married to have sex. Being smart twenty somethings they figured out a way to satisfy each other’s urges. While she was strictly no sex Autumn did find she find a bit of a exhibitionist side after posting a nude on tumblr as a dare on her eighteenth birthday. The reception made her a little nervous but most of all it really turned her on. \n\nRather risking Juan seeking sexual satisfaction elsewhere, autumn proposed an idea. She would send him nudes and sexual text messages, while encouraging him to jerk off for her. Both f them enjoyed it but Autumn wanted to try something different and Juan’s heart almost skipped twenty beats when he read her message. \n\n“I want you to jerk off to me...in person. I want to feel all that delicious cum dripping down my body. Be ready when I get there ;)”\n\nHe was more then ready. He kept teasing himself to keep his cool hard until she walked into his apartment. She came in just as he was watching porn and playing with the bulge in his jeans. They shared a smile and she took a seat next to him, kissing him in the lips. \n\n“You said be ready Autumn.”\n\n“See that’s why your such a good boyfriend.”\n\nShe kissed him again and then gently took his phone with no resistance and turned it off. \n\n“I want all your attention Juan.”\n\n“Tienes toda mi atención.”\n\n“Excellent. Just me, you, and your gorgeous cock that hopefully I get to feel in my mouth one day. Getting it all wet with drool just like you like...”\n\nHe started to tease himself through his jeans as she talked. She began to fondle her breasts as a visual aid, and to keep herself satisfied until they got to the really good stuff. \n\n“...maybe I’d go all the way down until I gag and my make up runs down my face as I work a nice thick load out of you...jeans off.”\n\nHis jeans were off in a flash. \n\n“Mhmmm look at that bulge Juan.” She said rubbing the bulge in his pants, “I can’t wait to see it cum but I must. “\n\nHe smiled as her hand moved and his returned. She pushed the straps off her tank top down and pushed her shirt down a little to reveal a purple bra. \n\n“You like my little titties, so small almost nothing there. “ She said, rubbing her bra, “and yet I’ve spent some time imaging your cum hanging off my little pink nipples.”\n\nShe pulled one cup down as he continued to run himself through his boxers. \n\n“They’re so sensitive Juan. Your tongue, or even the slightest touch hold make them rock hard, ready to be sucked and licked.”\n\nShe teased her nipple.\n\n“Boxers off...”\n\nAgain they were off in a flash.\n\n“Start stroking slowly while I get out of these stuffy clothes. “\n\nHe took his cock in his hand and started to stroke it slowly as she stood up and undressed down to just her panties. \n\n“I’ll leave these on for s little bit. “\n\nShe starts to match his movements against the fabric of her panties.\n\n“I’m already wet...you want to feel it don’t you Juan? My pre-cum making your cock glisten as I ride you. Slowly.” \n\nShe stayed quiet and watched for s big, slowly masturbating along with him. She stopped and arched off of the couch, pushing her panties down. She turns in the chair and spreads her legs, giving him a full view of her pussy. \n\n“Little faster now...” she started to rub her pussyfooted slowly, “...picture it, your head between my thighs, your hands on my hips, your tongue working my wet cunt and my quivering clit....little faster.”\n\nThey masturbated together at the same speed. \n\n“I want your cum so bad, filling my tight pussy, your cock throbbing and pumping in me as you drain your balls. I can only imagine how much I’d be shaking and trying to get as much of it as I could...faster, it is throbbing in your hand?”\n\nJuan nodded and Autumn smiled. \n\n“Good...” \n\nShe stopped holding back on her moans as she matched his speed. \n\n“Faster...faster...I know you wish it was your cock making me moan like this...”\n\nThey masturbated together keeping their focus on the other. \n\n“Faster, faster, just like you were fucking me senseless on our honeymoon. Mhm, pounding my pussy, making me shake with pleasure...faster. “\n\nHe listened, and could feel himself getting close. \n\n“You’re close aren’t you baby?”\n\n“Yes Autumn so fucking close. “\n\nShe stopped masturbating and stretched out. \n\n“Then give me that load baby, straddle my hips and stroke until your ready to burst. “\n\nHe straddled her and stroked and stroked, looking into her hazel eyes. \n\n“Almost, almost...God I want all that delicious cum on my face. Cover me like a regular whore. I want it to drip from my face, give it to me baby, cum for me baby...5...4...3...2...1...”\n\nHe moaned as his load landed on her face. It kept cumming as his moans continued. When his load ended, he slowed down. Below him was his beautiful girlfriend, mile wide smile, glowing eyes, covered in the biggest load he’s ever mustered."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] It took years of exercise to build up the confidence, but you are finally going to confront your old high-school bully. To your surprise, you discover that not only has he turned over a new leaf but now he's a breathtakingly attractive she
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"content": "1/2\n\nRyan flashed his perfect, white teeth, smoothie in hand, as he snapped a post-workout selfie, careful to flex his pecs and tense his abs just right. He looked at the photo for a few extra moments, before he posted it to his instagram. With over 10,000 people following him for his pics and workout videos, he normally wouldn’t need the confidence boost, but today’s run had *happened to* take him to a new smoothie shop, a new smoothie shop near where his high school bully lived. Ryan had heard, from friends, that Tommy Becker was still living in the house he grew up in, his parents having moved down to Florida.\n\nRyan pulled on his tight athletic top (slightly small, of course) and ran a hand through his thick brush of blonde hair, as he tried to psych himself up. Memories of taunting and teasing still haunted him, freely, when he approached the door. Still, he wondered what Tommy looked like now. He knew that his old bully couldn’t look as good as he did, couldn’t have a fitness sponsorship deal… just couldn’t have anything to say when he showed up and asked “So what have *you* been up to?” He really hadn’t seen so much as a trace of Tommy on social media recently, so he figured he couldn’t be up to much… Ryan sighed. He knew it was petty, and he knew he should just be the bigger person and move on, but old wounds run *deep.* He *needed* this.\n\n“Maybe he won’t even be home,” Ryan mused to himself, having second thoughts about the whole thing, noticing, even as he rang the doorbell, that there was a car in the driveway, the same red Camaro that Tommy had driven in high school. He heard movement, from within the house, and he instantly straightened himself out, casual smile, just enough tooth to show ‘no more braces’, relaxed posture, only flex a little… The door clicked open, before he could decide on the perfect casual greeting to meet Tommy with, and it was just as well, as none of them would have fit the stunning, leggy, bombshell who opened the door, leaving only “Oh! Hi… I’m Ryan,” to suffice.\n\n“Ryan! Hi!” she said, a flash of surprise in her eyes and a hint of a blush on her cheeks, “I’m Melissa.”\n\n“Melissa!” he shot back, a little louder than he’d have liked, “I went to high school with Tommy! I thought I’d stop by. Are you his… sister?”\n\n“No,” she shrugged, “I just have the same mom and dad.\"\n\nAfter a moment’s obliviousness, Ryan laughed overmuch at her little joke. “Okay, yeah… Do you mind if I come in?”\n\n“Sure,” she said, and moved aside, closing the door after him. Ryan couldn’t help but glance back at her, the way that the bodycon minidress she was wearing hugged her hips and the round curve of her rump.\n\n“Uh…” he said, trying not to get caught staring and trying to get back on track, “Is Tommy here? I noticed his car in the driveway.”\n\n“Actually, that’s my car,” she said, Tucking back one side of her long, dark hair, moving gingerly across the carpet in her bare feet.\n\n“Really? He loved that car! When did he end up giving it to you?”\n\nShe looked off to the side, exhaling a long breath and pursing her plump lips. “I… kind of just kept it from back when I used to be him.” She looked back at Ryan, noticing his moment of brain-lock. “I *used to be* Tommy… *Now* I’m Melissa.”\n\n“You’re.. you’re the same person? I… I thought you were his sister or something.”\n\n“Nope… I’m just a girl now.”\n\n“Ugh… god. I’m sorry. The only reason I stopped by was because I wanted to like… confront you about how you were in high school.”\n\nShe shrugged. “No… that’s fair. I had a lot of misplaced anger issues and hangups back then. I was a dick when I had a dick.”\n\n“When you *had* a dick?”\n\nShe chuckled, slightly, through her nose, a subtle smile on her lips, as she rolled her eyes toward him. “Yes. I have a pussy now. I had the whole works redone.” She poked her fingers lightly into her substantial bust. “These aren’t even implants… just hormones and gene treatments.”\n\n“It’s pretty flawless! I was actually going to tell… Tommy… that his hot sister was crushing on me.”\n\nA sudden, heavy blush spread over her face. “Wait, what?”\n\n“I… might have noticed that you left a like and a comment on one of my posts the other night...” He looked at her. She was blushing hard and couldn’t maintain eye contact. “It was a thirst trap post from seven months ago… You liked it, left the comment ‘Yes daddy’ and posted lips with a tongue out… and some hearts.”\n\nHer face and chest were hot and red. She inhaled deep, scrunching her lips. “Oh god… That post was like half a year old, wasn’t it? I get kind of sloppy sometimes… late at night.”\n\n“It’s totally cool,” He shrugged. “I clicked on your profile, and I saw some, awesomely sexy by the way, pics of you down in Florida with Tommy’s, your, parents, and I thought, ‘well, now would be a great time to go show Tommy that I’m not a chubby little nerd anymore, that *now* I’m buff, and popular, and his *hot sister calls me daddy.*’ I was going to rub it in his face.”\n\n“I guess you still could,” she mumbled, looking at the carpet."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The cup is labled "juice that makes you cum super hard," why not take a sip?
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"content": "Josh was idly hunting through his friend's fridge, already bored of cat-sitting, when he found it. A large cup, labelled \"juice that makes you cum super hard.\" Some new cocktail, surely, Dave always outdid himself with names. Before even considering what he was doing, he took a sip. It had the tang of pomegranate, the feel of fine wine, and a hint of citrus. It filled him with an excited warmth he could only compare to his first kiss. \n\nWithout thinking, he took a long drink. His spine tingled, and he noticed all of the hairs on his arm stand on end... right before he noticed something else stand on end. His mind was drawn back to his first blowjob, his back arching with pleasure as Sarah ran her tongue along his shaft. He could hardly stand still, his legs quivering, his right hand subconsciously rubbing at his cock. \n\nCompletely lost in the moment, he greedily guzzled the rest of the glass, streams of the wondrous liquid rushing down his chin. As he set the glass down, he felt a desperate need build within him. His desire stronger than right before he lost his virginity. \n\nBefore he was out of the kitchen, his pants were long behind him.\n\nHe reached the front hall before his legs gave out, too shaky from desperation to propel him forward.\n\nHe couldn't think, couldn't move, all he was was pure unbridled lust. \n\nHe frantically stroked himself, moaning aloud. Pre-cum flowed down his thick, throbbing shaft, more than ever before. \n\nSweat beaded on his brow, and down his back, as his breaths came heavy and ragged.\n\nPleasure, and pressure, built inside him, far stronger than he could have imagined. He would have begged for release, but his tongue couldn't form words. \n\nSuddenly, as he began to think he would go mad from desperation, he felt the pulse of an orgasm. He cried out wordlessly as shots of thick cum landed on his chest and neck.\n\nTo his surprise, there was no respite afterward. His twitching cock was just as hard, his desire just as strong. As sensitive as he was, he couldn't pry his hand away, nor slow his furious strokes. \n\nWere his moans of pleasure, or of torment? Was this the time of his life, or a mistake he would never forget? As the nights went on, as he drenched himself in his own cum, he was only sure of one thing. Dave had to give him the recipe."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A wizard tries to summon a succubus for a fun evening, but they mess up the ritual and get the wrong type of demon.
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"content": "The night was going so well. A young cleric, in denial about his sexuality, had given off an aura strong enough for me to investigate, and it only grew stronger as I made myself at home. Right as I was about to seal the deal, however, I was summoned. It's not uncommon for an incubus to be summoned, but at a time such as this? Maddening. I rolled my eyes and left. I had to - being summoned isn't exactly something that happens against your will, but more of a compulsion you have to follow; like when your nose itches, you have to scratch it.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAnyhow, I went to where I was called, and surely enough, it was a magical study. Tomes, herbs, apparatus, salt circle (unnecessary superstition, I might add). This isn't uncommon, but usually it's a lustful sorceress, looking to exert control over a being of the underworld and get her jollies at the same time. A wizard is less common, but still fun. This wizard may even have been a good time - he wasn't yet out of his forties, and fairly attractive- but one thing was majorly wrong.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI was in my True form.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI'm an incubus. Like all of my brothers and sisters, the succubi, I am driven by lust and desire, and my appearence usually conforms to the person whose aura I focus on. But focusing on this man, there was no desire - nothing but revulsion - and so I reverted to my True form. Graceful and beautiful in demonic terms, but hideous to you mortals.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"What the fuck kind of ugly succubus are you!?\" he demanded.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI laughed. This was not the welcome I had expected, but it might yet be fun. \"Human, if you spoke to one of my sisters in that tone, the only thing she'd do to you is castrate you and toss your genitals into the lake of fire.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe cowered a little. Good. Some respect. It's true that the succubi are a terrible cabal of monsters, whereas us incubi are far more refined in our tastes. Yes, we have a long standing rivalry, my brothers and sisters. You might compare it to the rivalry between the King's Guard and the Holy Soldiers of the Church - technically on the same side, but driven to detest each other through fierce competition. Just last month several of my brothers and I managed to capture an Arch-Succubus. How she writhed and moaned as we toyed with her! We released her after a few days, of course. Oh, don't look so shocked, self-righteous human - demon politics are just human politics without social constraints.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I wanted a succubus,\" he said, brushing back his unkempt hair and scouring his tome impatiently. I stepped forward, kicking the salt circle apart and slamming his tome shut.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Heed my word and forgo those infernal wenches - they'll seduce you with false lust and chew away at your astral cord. Now an incubus... an incubus \\*knows\\* how to treat a human.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI ran a long, clawed finger over the crotch of his robe, but he recoiled in horror.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Begone, abomination! I banish thee!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI focused. His aura didn't have a single whiff of arousal to it - he wasn't budging. Suddenly, I felt my blood chill with rage.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Unfaithful. Unworthy. Blinded with lust. Sinner. You will come to regret this, and we WILL meet again.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI vanished, singing his hideous curtains with a blast of spiteful hellfire.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAnd that, dear woman, is how I wound up here. Once a human has summoned a demon, we know where to find them again.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe maiden regards me with timid caution in her blue eyes, her red hair falling about her face. She moves as though to brush it aside, forgetting for a moment that she's chained to her bed by my infernal shackles. She's beautiful, with a plump, curvy body and a flushed, round face. Clad only in a sheer white nightie, her large breasts sag slightly to the sides as she lies helplessly on her back.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Wh-what are ye gonna do to me?\" she says, her commoners accent replacing the airs and graces she puts on day to day.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI chuckle and crawl onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. \"Isn't it obvious, my pet? I'm going to ravish you, right here in your marital bed, while your husband struggles to call a demonic playmate of his own using a tome with vital pages missing.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe wizard's young wife blushes, and her eyes roam over my humanesque form. I may not be able to disguise my fire-red eyes, or my demonic horns and tail, but the rest of my appearence bears an uncanny resemblance to the court wizard's groundskeeper. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"R-ravish me... And what if I refuse?\" She writhes in her chains a little, and I can see her nipples stiffening beneath the sheer nightie.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI chuckle, softly, and begin slicing the nightie open with my claw, allowing her generous bosom to sag further as its released from its satin prison.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Sweet woman, you aren't going to refuse. You have the telltale dark pink aura I seek. The violent, animalistic passion-red, paled with the tender whiteness of desire and pleasure, and darkened ever-so-slightly with the black taint of sin. That deep, wine-coloured pink - the aura of lust - the sweetest, richest aura there is.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe chains vanish in a puff of brimstone, but the maiden remains spread-eagled, gasping softly as I tickle the tip of her nipple with my forked tongue.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"What should I call you, you from the fires of hell who came here to show me true pleasure?\" she sighs, as her husband breaks another vial on the floor in frustration in the room next door.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Call me Arkarus,\" I hiss; I don't really feel like stopping to teach her how to pronounce my True Name right now. Besides, if I like her enough, I'll imprint it onto her when I'm finished anyway."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I'll be your submissive for the weekend, she whispered demurely. "No, you've got it turned around. I ordered a dominant." She checked the order; they were right...
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"content": "I could hear the petite woman's voice getting more and more shrill outside my apartment door.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"It was a mistake, obviously! I don't DO calls like this, Tim, I never have!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA tense pause.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Well, can't Annie do it? ...okay, what about Carrie? ..well, call her in!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAnother pause, followed by an exasperated growl. \"FINE! But I want double this time!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI waited, with my ear pressed against the cool front door. I couldn't hear anyone in the hall, and for a moment I thought Tanya had left, until she knocked, gingerly. I opened the door, and she smiled apologetically up at me.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Sorry about the delay, Mr. Vicks. Shall we get started?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI beckoned her in. The short, curvy woman set her weekend bag gently against my refrigerator, and stood in the middle of the kitchen-come-living room, not quite knowing what to do next. I decided to try and prompt her a little.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Can I get you something to drink?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe beamed, her brown eyes twinkling from behind her shiny black bangs. \"Please! Thank you, Mr. Vicks.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI pursed my lips. \"Some constructive criticism?\" I said; the three words that have gotten me into more stupid fights throughout my life than any others; \"As a dominant, you don't need to wait to be offered anything. You can order things at will, and I'll fetch them for you. Being ordered around is the fun part for me, so don't be so shy.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTanya's smile was barbed wire around a lace pillow. \"I'll keep that in mind,\" she said, coldly.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAnd so the first several hours passed in this fashion. She'd sit and watch TV, and wait to be offered anything. I'd offer valuable constructive criticism, and she'd prickle up at me, feeding me hollow thank yous as she disregarded everything I said. On the rare occasion she asked for something, she'd do it in a timid way. On the one occasion I refused, as an experiment, she pouted like a bratty submissive. Clearly the submissive mindset was too ingrained in her, and she had no interest in being here.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBy the time the sun began to set, I was seriously considering dismissing her, and complaining to the company. Two things gave me pause: the fact that I was extremely pent up and in need of a good dynamic, and the fact that Tanya was easily the most beautiful woman the company had ever sent me. A whole head shorter than me, her silky dark hair and curvy frame, the way her plump breasts strained against the fabric of her pale pink tank top; it seemed everything about her was tailor-made for me.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI finally decided on a compromise. I don't like being dominant at home, but Tanya was beautiful, and besides, if I sent her away now, I'd be alone all weekend. I suppose having her submit would be better than this awkward strangers-on-a-train non-dynamic we had right now.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Tanya?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe looked up from her magazine and smiled. \"Yes, sir? Uh, I mean, yes, boy?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI snorted. \"Drop it - you're not in charge any more. I'm changing your role to submissive, understand?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTanya looked startled - and absolutely adorable. Her mouth formed a little 'o', and I could see her shoulders relaxing.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Of course, b- um, sir. Yes sir! Why the change of heart?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI decided to be my usual, honest self. \"Because you're just not cut out to dominate, clearly.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHer eyes narrowed. \"Excuse me?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI shook my head. \"Don't worry about it, dear, just relax and switch roles.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSuddenly, Tanya was up on her feet. \"Don't you 'dear' me! I asked you a question! What do you mean, not cut out to dominate? Are you telling me how to do my job?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNow it was MY turn to be confused. \"Of course not, but clearly Tim made a mistake sending you of all people.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHer jaw dropped, and the little woman was practically upon me, jabbing her finger hard into my chest.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"And what the fuck does TIM know about pleasing clients, huh? You think he's some kind of sex god? Tim is-\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHer large breasts bounced inside her top as she literally hopped with rage. I shook my head. \"You're misunderstanding me, I-\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA sharp slap across my cheek immediately shut my mouth, and all the blood drained from my face - and into my manhood.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Don't interrupt me!\" Tanya yelled, marching me backwards until I was up against the wall; \"Tim is a paper-pusher, and a manager! He doesn't know the clients the same way- LOOK at me when I am TALKING to you! He doesn't know the clients the same way we do!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI stood, backed against my own living room wall, cowed into silence by this diminutive woman - and never had I felt more turned on.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe silence was thick, hot, and heavy. Her eyes blazed, and I could barely meet them. Finally, she spoke - quietly and slowly.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"What were you going to say about switching roles?\" she said, her voice low and dangerous.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Nothing, ma'am.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe smiled like a snake trying to charm a mouse, and I felt her fingers slithering around the bulge in my shorts.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Good boy,\" she said slowly, squeezing my aching member firmly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your mage friend has been chatting with you about how they're searching for a sub who gets off on being a transmuter's plaything. You've only ever shown them your dominant side... never told them that *that's* your kryptonite...
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"content": "“Think I should ask the barmaid?” Jarl asked, reaching for his beer again. Gracia handed it to him and he nodded in appreciation, “I know I don’t look like much right now, but I can change that.”\n\n“I think she’s got her eye on the bard.” She replied evenly, “Besides, with some of the spells you can cast, you might just break her.” She grinned, he’d never broken her though, she was still stronger than him even when he cast his magic and his magic, unlike her muscles, wore off. \n\n“Damn bards…” Jarl groused, “Can’t get a woman to spend the evening with me. I can show a woman a good time.”\n\n“You should broaden your horizons.” Gracia smirked, “Maybe find a girl and pretty her up with your magic?”\n\nHe snorted, “Last time I used a spell like that the girl got all huffy and left. Probably went to fuck some other pretty boy while she had the chance.” He shook his head, “What I want is a girl who’ll do what I want, and I’m sure there’s something I could give ‘em in return.”\n\nGracia perked an eyebrow, “Oh? And what’s that pray tell?”\n\nHe glanced at her, frowning, but didn’t sense any hidden jibe. He hesitated, “I have other spells. I can do things besides buff.” He licked his lips, “I spent a while fine tuning a spell, something I created. It’ll turn a girl into a sex toy.”\n\nGracia stared at him for a long moment before reaching across the table and stealing his stein, “I think you’ve had enough.”\n\nHe sniffed and barred his arms across his chest, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Is it really any different from how you treat your men?”\n\nGracia frowned, “Maybe, but what do you mean exactly, sex toy?”\n\nJarl glanced around, “Well you know how I turned that orc into a chicken? Shrunk him down, turned his arms into wings?” She nodded slowly, “Well, it’s a bit like that, but they don’t turn into no chicken.” He leaned back in his chair, “Squeezes you down until you’re like a tube, a mouth on one end your nethers on the other.”\n\nGracia felt a shiver run down her spine, “And what would that do?”\n\n“Well, with a woman packed all tight like that, imagine how much more you’d feel?” He smiled wistfully for a moment, before it soured, “The only problem is that the woman needs to be willing.” He shrugged, “Couldn’t find a way around that.”\n\nGracia licked her lips and then took another swig of beer. For some reason she’d lost interested in getting drunk and trying to hit up the bard. She’d probably break him anyway. Jarl’s spell sounded… interesting. “How long would it last?”\n\n“An evening, maybe a bit of the morning depending on when I cast it.” He shrugged, then grinned at her, “Why, you interested?” He laughed, but she remained silent for a long moment thinking about it. That shiver went down her spine again and she felt herself breathing a little heavier. She’d always dominated men, on the battlefield, in the bedroom, it didn’t matter… but something about this, about being helpless in Jarl’s hand, it felt different, exciting.\n\n“Yes.” She said finally and Jarl began to choke on the beer he’d been drinking. She reached around behind him and slapped his back as he tried to recover.\n\nHe stared at her agog, “You can’t be serious.” He glanced around, “I know what you do to men, I hear them from the other room, it almost sounds like battle.” \n\nGracia felt her cheeks burn and shrugged, “Maybe, but maybe your spell is different.” She paused, her smile turning a bit feral, “Or maybe I can test it out, see if I can still use my muscles to manhandle your cock even when you change me?”\n\nHe stared open mouthed for a moment, contemplating, “I think I can skip the rest of dinner, what about you?”\n\n*~~~*\n\nGracia stood, having shed her armor. She felt somewhat silly standing there in her undershirt and nothing else, but it was probably better than being completely naked. Jarl was setting up the spell, it was more ritualistic than his normal fair, with careful markings, including one near her mouth and another near her lips.\nHe pulled back and gave her a little worried smile, “Ready. Just… don’t resist, okay? Resisting could make it go wrong.”\n\n“Right.” Gracia murmured and closed her eyes. This was really going to happen wasn’t it? She felt a smile play over her lips. She was going to be a helpless little toy for him, just thinking about it made her flush. It was so unlike her, but she couldn’t deny it was interesting. She ignored his chanting and instead slipped a hand betwixt her lips and began to stroke. She could feel magic washing over her, different than normal, and instead of feeling her already bulky muscles redoubling in size she felt herself being squeezed from all directions. She gasped, as much from desperately rubbing her clit as the pressure building. Her fingers worked feverishly, her arms were being pinned to the side of her chest. \n\nHer breasts were being pressed into her, it felt like her ass was being held. She tipped her head back and groaned. She felt like she was being tied together like a mummy. Her finger ceased to function as they were merged with the rest of her rapidly dwindling body. She felt herself touch down on the floor; feet gone she was sitting unevenly on her pussy. A second later a hand wrapped around her and lifted her up before she fell. She tried to say something, but couldn’t actually close her mouth. Instead she was helpless as he first spread her lips and licked her clit. She desperately wanted to moan, but only let out the littlest of whimpers.\n\nHe licked her a few times and she trembled weakly. Jarl laughed and drew his tongue away, damn him for teasing her… but then she felt his cock rubbing against her. She tensed, knowing what was coming. It was time to test if his magic was powerful than her muscles.\n\nHe pulled her down the length of his shaft with agonizing slowness and immediately she knew she was beat. She thought the few licks had been intense, it had nothing on this. She’d been with men she knew were longer and thicker than him, but this, this was the most intense sensation she’d ever felt. Everything felt so incredibly intense; she couldn’t even muster the strength to try to squeeze any more than she was. And then he pulled her up his length, just to the tip. It was all she could do not to see stars…\n\nThen he sped up, and her entire body trembled as he actually properly began to use her, not tease her, not toy with her, not have sex with her. No, he was using her and it was more intense than anything she had ever imagined. She could scarcely let out a sound from her mouth, a few pitiful squeaks as orgasms ripped through her. She began to lose focus, lose track, so lost in pleasure that it boggled her mind… and then he came, flooding her with his seed. If she still had eyes they would have rolled into the back of her head. Instead she gently quivered in his hand as he pulled her off of him.\n\n*~~~*\n\nGracia didn’t know how long it had been, hours certainly. Despite not having ears she could hear Jarl snoring. She was disappointed that he, like all men, could only go one round before passing out. She was almost begging for more for the rest of the night, but no, she was to be disappointed. It felt like forever before the gentle heat of the sun washed over her and she relaxed. Jarl woke up some time after, yawning before spotting her and simply saying, “Oh.”\n\nOh indeed. She’d have to have a word with him about leaving her like this after he passed out, but frankly she’d do anything to return to the pleasure she was feeling last night. She wondered if he had time for another go before the spell wore off; and then felt a thrill as he lifted her up, a giddy eagerness. He was going to fuck her again! She waited with baited breath, but he didn’t, at least not for a moment. Instead she felt something slip down from her top to her middle, some form of hoop? She wondered what it was, but she felt nourished. “A special ring of sustenance.” He answered her unspoken question, but that only raised further questions. Why would she need that?\n\nThe question slipped her mind as she felt the tip of his rock hard cock pressing against her again. Oh god she wanted this. She wanted him to fuck her again good and hard. And she wasn’t disappointed, she couldn’t be sure if she imagined it or not, but he lasted longer than last time too. Gods it was glorious, and she was spent by the time he finally finished. He held her, his seed dribbling out of her as he recovered. It was a bit of a pain she couldn’t just ask him how much longer she’d be like this.\n\n“Until I cast the counter spell.” He spoke, and she felt a shiver run down her length, “Sorry, forgot to mention I can read your mind while holding you.”\n\nI thought you said… never mind, just cast the counter spell, she thought, and he put her down. She heard him begin to get ready, taking his sweet time at casting the spell to free her. And then he lifted her up again, “Alright Gracia, I’m ready.” He placed her down on velvety bedding. A shiver ran down her spine, and not one of pleasure. She fit perfectly. What was he doing? Why wasn’t he casting counter spell? She tried to call out his name...\n\nJarl looked down at the box of toys. He finally added a fighter worth keeping, he thought. A barbarian, a bard, a cleric, a druid, a monk, a ranger, a rogue, a sorceress, and a wizard… All he needed to complete the set was a paladin. He sighed; finding a paladin that would be comfortable with him casting his spell on them was going to be a challenge…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU][Super Smash Bros.] Princess Daisy was willing to do anything to get into the roster. Anything.
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"content": "**Quick clarification here before I post this, because it came up when I was discussing the debatable age of canon characters: All characters in this story are portrayed as firmly over 18.**\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBayonetta sighed, lifting the burning torch to illuminate the dungeon door for Princess Daisy. \"Be careful in there. No one outlasts him, but if you're careful and steady, you might at least earn his respect. The current record holder is... Palutena, with forty-nine minutes and fifty-six seconds.\"\n\n\"Oh...\" Daisy murmured, looking nervous even in her sturdy leather gear. \"I would have thought it was you.\" A grimace passed over Bayonetta's face, but only for a moment.\n\n\"She beat my record by three minutes exactly.\" The umbra witch drew herself up a little, giving Daisy a stern look. \"She is a Goddess, you know. I have nothing but... Respect, for her... Skills.\"\n\nDaisy nodded slowly, shifting somewhat uncomfortably. She looked like she wanted to keep this conversation going, to give herself more time before she had to enter the underground chamber.\n\n\"Is this really the only way to get into the game?\"she asked, sounding more than a little uncertain. Bayonetta gave her a steady look.\n\n\"The *only* way? No. Maybe you can persuade everyone else to vote you in in some other way, but let me tell you, this is going to help a lot to earn your place. And the big guy in there,\" she jabbed a thumb over her shoulder towards the sturdy, barred door, \"holds a lot of sway. So if you can help him enjoy himself, that'll help too.\"\n\nDaisy nodded again, giving a little shiver. Bayonetta's expression softened a little, as she watched the Princess' tense body language.\n\n\"Hey, I know you're stalling. That's understandable, but he won't wait forever. I'll be sitting out here for when you're finished.\" She stepped forward, fitting the torch into a bracket in the wall, before lifting the bar from the door with a grunt of effort. The oaken door slowly creaked open at her touch, revealing a chamber of inky darkness beyond, with the torch light glinting off all kinds of rubber implements, metal shackles, and bizarre toys. Daisy took one last steadying breath.\n\n\"I'm ready.\"\n\n\"Okay. Well, best of luck to you. If it's any consolation, I'll be voting to let you in whatever happens.\"\n\nWith that, Bayonetta ushered Daisy through the dungeon door, before carefully closing it behind her. The Princess slowly moved towards the centre of the chamber, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, until she made out the figure that she was here to pleasure.\n\nHe was hunkered quite low to the ground, already resting horizontally. He was bent over something... No, *bound* to something, a padded bondage horse that had him stuck on all fours, his ankles and wrists shackled to keep him in place. He was facing away from her and completely naked, his lithe, well-developed body twisting in place as he registered her approach. His pale skin glistened in the torchlight, sweat trickling down his body as his blindfolded head tried to turn to face her.\n\n\"Hyuuu?\" he grunted quizzically. He wasn't gagged, but the hero of Hyrule was never known for being talkative, and he certainly couldn't use sign language at the moment.\n\n\"Wow,\" Daisy murmured, approaching the bound Link, unabashedly admiring his helpless body. \"You *do* look pretty good like this!\" she chuckled, noting the assortment of strap-on dildos and large bottles of lube that had been laid out in preparation for her.\n\n\"Hyaa!\" he announced happily, grinning broadly from behind his blindfold and giving his backside an eager wiggle. Daisy couldn't help but notice how well shaved he was down there, with even his balls looking perfectly smooth.\n\n*This isn't so bad,* she thought to herself, as she reached out to tentatively feel if Link's body was all as smooth as it looked. Indeed it was, and the Hylian hero's coos of pleasure matched her own feelings, as she ran her hand up and down his thighs, before moving to his balls... There his moans turned rather more strangled, as she squeezed rather more firmly than necessary.\n\n\"Hehe, so... You're a horny little slut who loves to get pounded, hmm, Link?\" Daisy growled, her voice turning more low and threatening. If Bayonetta could have seen what was going on, she would have been shocked to see the change in the previously meek Princess.\n\n\"*Y-Yaaaahh!*\" Link gasped, a string of drool escaping the corner of his mouth as he was pleasantly surprised by the jolt of pain rushing through his body. His cock started to twitch with excitement, revelling in the more harsh treatment. It seemed like he wasn't the only one with a hidden kinky side...\n\n\"Heh, I reckon you could handle *any* of these toys, couldn't you? Even the twelve inch one... I bet you practice on your own when you can't find anyone else to fuck you, hmm?\"\n\n\"*H-Hyuuuhhh...!*\" Link groaned, his toes curling and his hands clenching and squirming uselessly as he nodded in confession.\n\n\"*Hah!* I knew it!\" Daisy sneered, letting go of Link's balls, but also administering a sharp slap to his ass that got a horny squeal out of him. \"Don't expect me to go easy on you then, bitch-boy!\"\n\nLink was grinning like an idiot, delighted to have found someone else who was as into this as he was. He was still wiggling his ass happily, eager to get to the main event going as Daisy picked out the heftiest of the dildos, a real lengthy monster, applying copious amounts of lube first to it, and then to Link's rear for good measure. She had to rest a steadying hand onto his back just to stop him bouncing up and down with excitement.\n\n\"Down, boy,\" she snickered. \"You'll get your treat!\"\n\nThere was the sound of straps being tightened sharply, causing Link to give a squeak of excitement, reflexively tensing up in his bondage before compelling himself to relax... He knew from experience that this would be much easier that way. He felt a pair of hands gripping his hips, and then the slow, steady pressure of the dildo being pushed into his asshole.\n\n\"*Oooooohhooohhh...!*\" he sighed blissfully, taking it in, inch by inch, his cock really stiffening and twitching with excitement now. He wondered when and how Daisy had done this before, because it was blatantly clear this wasn't her first time; she was just calmly and confidently pushing it inside him, priming him for the heavy pegging that was to come. The dildo was about five inches inside him when she leaned down to whisper into his ear.\n\n\"Want me to start going harder, butt-slut...?\" she purred.\n\n\"*Hee-ya!*\" Link confirmed, even trying to push his ass back to get more of the strap-on inside of himself!\n\n\"*Woah!* Don't think I'm going to let you get off *that* easily, bitch!\" Daisy remarked, giving Link another firm spank for emphasis. \"We're doing this at *my* pace! And I'll decide if you get to cum or not...\"\n\n\\---\n\nIt was precisely thirty minutes later that Daisy stepped out of the dungeon chamber, startling Bayonetta a little as she had been reading a magazine. She immediately checked her watch before turning to Daisy.\n\n\"Thirty four minutes, twelve seconds... A respectable time,\" she said, rather grudgingly. She peered at Daisy, suddenly suspicious. \"You don't look worn out, though. Most people can barely stand after spending that long pounding Link!\"\n\nDaisy chuckled and tossed her hair back over her shoulder, smoothing it out.\n\n\"That's the problem, Bayonetta. You can't give guys like that *everything* you've got; if you start to think of it as a challenge that he can win, you've already lost. I think I'll get his vote now...\" Daisy gave a languid stretch. \"...If he knows what's good for him.\"\n\nBack inside the dungeon, Link whimpered needily into his gag, humping at the air desperately. Oh, he'd been so *close* when she'd stopped*...* He couldn't wait to have her torment him like this again!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While I'm out of town, I need you to go by my place every day to check on my plants, walk the dog, fuck my boyfriend, and pick up the mail.
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"content": "PART 1 OF 3\n\nChuck opened the apartment door, his eyes glistening with worry, and his lightly-stubbled jaw fixed into a polite but hollow smile.\n\n\"Vivian? What's wrong? Did something happen to Meggie?\"\n\nVivian's warm, wide smile immediately loosened the knot in Chuck's stomach. \"Meggie's fine, hon! But it's sweet of you to worry about my little sister like that!\"\n\nChuck gripped his chest through his black tank top, and Vivian felt the warm breeze as he sighed heavily with relief. \"Sorry, ma'am - that's good. That's good.\"\n\nVivian's large brown eyes narrowed playfully under her chestnut bangs. \"I'm Meggie's older sister, not her mother - call me Viv. Can I come in?\"\n\nChuck grinned and nodded, standing aside. Vivian's floral sundress fluttered around her knees as she glided towards the living room. Chuck squinted slightly as she flung open the curtains.\n\n\"Can I, uh, get you something?\"\n\nVivian smiled privately to herself: \\*Boy, if you only knew.\\*\n\n\"Before Meggie went to Lousiana, did she tell you to expect me?\"\n\nToo lazy to stand but too polite to lie down, Chuck perched on the arm of the stained, black couch. He stuck out his bottom lip and shook his head. \"Nope. I offered to take care of Goku while she was at the wedding, but she said you had that under control. Other than that, she didn't mention you.\"\n\n\"Typical Megs; leave it up to me to do the heavy lifting.\" Her naturally-dark lips smiled as the sun rallied in the window behind her. \"So, she really didn't say \\*anything\\* about me coming?\"\n\nChuck ruffled his messy black hair, and a memory came loose. \"She told me she'd be sending a surprise. Does that mean anything?\"\n\n\"Why, yes it does! You know Meggie and I are close, I hope?\"\n\nHer animated question was met with a weary, stubbly smile. \"Is this the 'treat my sister right or I'll kill you' talk?\"\n\nVivian laughed. Her laughter always sounded genuine; high and rapid, ending with a sighing 'ooooh!'\n\n\"Chuck, you're twenty-two years old - I'd hope that's a given by now!\"\n\nHe nodded and shrugged.\n\n\"Silly boy,\" Vivian giggled; \"Meggie and I have always been close, so we share a lot. She tells me that you have an \\*incredibly\\* high sex-drive - maybe even as high as she does.\"\n\nVivian's chocolate-swirl eyes sparkled with mischief as the handsome young man began to blush. \"Hey, okay, yes, but it's not like- I mean, I love Meggie!\"\n\nVivian pursed her lips and watched him writhe for a few moments longer than she should have before coming to his rescue. \"I know you love her, silly boy! That's why I'm here! Meggie doesn't want you to be pent-up and miserable this week, so she sent me to help you blow off some steam.\"\n\nChuck stared at her. Then he frowned. Then he grinned. He waited for the punchline.\n\nVivian smiled firmly back.\n\n\"You're serious,\" Chuck said.\n\n\"Of course! I wouldn't joke about something like this! Here.\"\n\nVivian pulled her pink phone from the large purse over her shoulder, unlocked it, and tossed it to Chuck, who nearly fell off his couch-arm trying to catch it. His hands trembled with excitement as he read it.\n\n\"Holy shit! This is really her! She wants you to \\*fuck\\* me?\"\n\nVivian rolled her eyes. \"I prefer 'have sex with', but yes.\"\n\n\"And... you want to?\"\n\n\"\\*Meggie\\* wants me to.\" A guilty smile. \"Okay, yes, you're very handsome. I'll enjoy it as well. And I already know how you feel about me.\"\n\n\"Y-you do?\"\n\n\"Yuppers! Meggie and I talk about everything, dirty little fantasies included. Although I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not really the submissive type. If you're a good boy I might make a little exception, though.\"\n\nChuck was on his feet, still apprehensive. \"It's kind of a mess in here.\"\n\n\"Yes, I can see that.\"\n\nChuck's apartment, shared with his college buddy-turned-starving artist, wasn't particularly dirty, but it was undoubtedly a bachelor pad. Broken controllers and Meggie's spiked wristbands shared the coffee table, seven VCRs were inexplicably stacked on top of the hifi system, and an AOL disc was being used as a coaster for an empty water glass.\n\n\"It's a pigsty in here.\"\n\n\"It's avant-garde!\"\n\n\"You're a slob. So is Meggie.\"\n\n\"The bedroom is cleaner.\"\n\nVivian's eyes flashed as she whipped her head around. \"Chuck! We are \\*not\\* having sex in the bed you and Meggie share! Don't you think that's a little disrespectful?\"\n\nChuck's face was so blank, Vivian could almost see 'connection not found' written across his forehead. She chuckled. \"We're having \\*sex\\*, not \\*eloping\\*,\" she explained; \"I'm married with two children, shame on you!\"\n\n\"Uh...\"\n\nVivian slid her dainty hand into Chuck's rough, large one and led him along behind her. \"We'll use the spare room at my house; I have to do laundry later anyway, so I can change the sheets.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Our protagonist stumbles into an alternative reality. Their old behaviour from our reality is making them seem weird there, so they are sent to therapy to help them adjust better.
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"content": "Sounds really nice. Got a few ideas out of the top of my head :\n\n°AU is pansexual -> heterosexuality of the main character is seen as a mental illness, so he's sent in a gay facility to start liking riding cocks/licking clits\n\n°AU is global kink -> everyone is has a set place in a wide BDSM society. Not having a role marked on them, the main character is caught by police, and submitted to intense brain scanning to find the best role for him/her (pet, sub, dom, master, maiden,...)\n\n°AU is centered around cum -> cum has amazing healing capability in this universe, and males are too damn rare. As the main protagonist is a male, he's escorted as a prime guest to the breeding factory, where he will basically become a 24/7 female breeder in this society, treated as a benevolent king or god\n\n°AU is sexually conservative -> think hardcore catholic/jewish/islalic society where sex is a taboo - procreation only coming through lab semence mixing. The main proteagonists will be seen as a wicked pervert, and is forced to undergo a religious punishment to purge him from devilish desire\n\n°AU is a slave society -> main protagonist is captured to serve as a sex slave in a corrupted babylonian society. He becomes a skillfull sexslave for some rich man or woman, after being intensely trained to be the perfect cumslut\n\nDoes that sounds good to you ?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A sorority of monster girls needs to raise funds. With the university's new Dean being a Succubus, it's basically anything goes!
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"content": "“Milk for sale!” The sorority girl shouted, and waved a glass of the stuff in the air, “Fresh milk for sale!” She swayed back and forth, her tail swinging counter to the rest of her body, “Support Mu Omega Omega by buying some fresh milk!”\n\nJim approached, suckered in by the cheerful looking cowgirl. Being on a campus with monster girls lead to a certain amount of oddness, but it seemed that fundraising was universal. “Er,” His cheeks burned as spoke, “Um… how much?”\n\nThe girl smiled at him, “Five dollars a glass, ten to squeeze a fresh cup, twenty to drink straight from the tap!” \n“T-twenty dollars to drink milk straight from the tap?” She nodded and Jim felt his cheeks burning. He couldn’t begin to pull out his wallet fast enough.\n\nShe smiled sweetly as he handed her the cash and she motioned him to the tent behind her. He entered and looked around. He’d only really seen the tent from the front and it was longer than he expected... it was also filled with partitions. He could hear quiet gasps, low moans, and moos coming from inside them. “Hello,” Jim nearly jumped at the softly spoken words, and whirled to see one of the sorority girls, or rather her chest. He blinked and looked up to find her smiling at him, “I’m Melanie and I’ll be helping you today, thank you for your support! Did you pay for a fresh squeeze or a drink from the tap?”\n\n“A drink from the tap.” He answered, and really looked at her, small horns, a tail, and an impressive pair of breasts for her size barely hidden by a crop top.\n\n“Okay then, follow me.” She led him to the back of the tent and into one of the partitioned areas. There was a chair sitting on the grass, and a cot. “Would you like to sit or lay down?” She asked casually, and discarded her top. He made a little indecisive sound and she grinned, “Or do you want to kneel? It probably won’t be comfortable though.”\n\n“C-chair is fine.” He said, swallowing, and she shrugged. He took a few staggering steps and sat down hard. \nA second later she sat down on his lap, her breasts jiggling in front of his face. His face burned, but she reached behind his head and guided his head right into her right breast, “Don’t be shy.” She said softly, as the light pressure began to spill her milk, “We need to be milked, and this is for a good cause.”\n\nHe opened his mouth and began to suck. Her milk was so much richer and creamier and sweeter than any he’d ever bought in a store, it was simply amazing. He was lost in the taste and sensation, closing his eyes as he drank more and more and barely noticing the way she pushed herself into him. The hand holding the back of his head trembled and a long moo broke free of her throat. God did it make him hard, harder than he already had been which seemed impossible. He barely noticed that he couldn’t breathe until she gently pulled his head back and he gasped before she pressed her other breast into his face. His mouth found her nipple and he kept sucking. Her body bucked, and she whimpered between moos, her tail frantically swishing against his legs as his cock threatened to rip through his pants.\n\nWhen she pulled him away again he was full and grateful to breathe again. She lingered on his lap, smiling contentedly, “Thank you for being so gentle.” If he hadn’t been red-faced he would have been at that, and he offered a nod. She glanced at the partition, then back at him, “I know you already donated, but we were told that if we liked a supporter that we could offer an additional service for another donation.”\n\nJim stared at her dumbly, and she rested her free hand on his hard cock, “For an additional thirty dollar pledge I can milk you. Would you like that?”\n\nJim nodded, knowing he’d gladly go to a strictly ramen only diet for the foreseeable future to be milked by the cowgirl on his lap. Her smile widened and she leaned in and kissed his forehead before climbing off of him and kneeling down. He scrambled to undo his belt, but she stopped him, doing it herself and pulling down his jeans. Her eyes widened, “You’re quite a bull aren’t you?” She half teased and wrapped her breasts around his cock. She squeezed them, spilling yet more milk and began fondling them and him covering them and lubing them. He whimpered and she began to rub them against his shaft, running up and down the length. Bare seconds in and he was almost done. He quivered as she had, and let out a groan. For just a moment she released him, reaching out and grabbing his hands, guiding them to her horns, and then she began to suck on the head of his cock even as her breasts squeezed.\n\nIt was all too much. He came faster than he had ever come from a blowjob or titfuck. His hands feebly held her horns, under no illusions he could keep her head down, but she didn’t rise until he had finished spraying his seed. She waited until he could see her and then swallowed. “A little salty, but still tasty.” She murmured, and then smiled, “Maybe we can do this again some time?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To the world, hes a ruthless warlord who knows no mercy. To the girls of his harem, hes a loving master whos sweeter than honey.
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"content": "This ended up being longer than I intended, but thanks for the prompt!\n\n\nSasha stood still as a statue, absentmindedly watching the horizon. She was profoundly bored, and lingered silently several stories up on a roof-top terrace. A hot, arid breeze blew lightly in her face and gently set her wavy auburn hair aflutter. She had been there for a while with little else to do, and had spent most of her afternoon gazing far beyond the city’s high walls, where dry, scrub-covered rolling hills met a golden sky. Desi, her best friend among the other girls at the harem, was lying close by, prone and naked on a blanket, allowing the warm sun to caress her already tanned and supple skin. She toyed with her own golden hair where it fell in loose curls across the nape of her neck, and the gem encrusted plug she wore deep in her ass sparkled happily between round, fleshy cheeks.\n\n\nSuddenly, Sasha spied a band of riders cresting the distant hills. They galloped down the wide dirt road in a tumult of dust and thundering hooves, their helmets and lances glinting. Her breath caught in her throat.\n\n\n“He’s here,” she nearly whispered. “He’s home.”\n\n\nDesi quickly turned her head, a faint half-smile upon her full, radiant lips.\n\n\n“At last,” she said.\n\n\nThe harem’s foyer was a bustle of excitement as Sasha and Desi descended the final wide staircase. Sasha had not been the only girl to spy their lord’s return, and word had spread quickly. He had been gone close to a month now, and relief quickly gave way to anticipation in the knowledge that, as was his custom, he would doubtlessly ride straight for them. He would be in a fiery spirit, having likely won some great victory against an evil and vicious foe, and would have a thirst and a hunger, both for meat and ale, and for woman flesh. All the girls would want to be with him on this joyous night; all would hope to help him celebrate in ways he would not soon forget.\n\n\nThe cavernous, ornately decorated foyer was awash with the gentle smell of perfumes and scented oils. Over a hundred beautiful, lithe, and scantily clad young women chatted excitedly amongst each other as they made their final preparations. Desi carefully slathered Sasha’s pale skin in an oily salve that left her looking wet and shiny. She paid special attention to her friend’s soft breasts, hoping the effect would help to hold their lord’s wandering eyes as he scanned the room, seeking inspiration. Sasha felt a flutter in her belly as Desi palmed her pink, sensitive nipples, and squeezed each of them lightly between her fingers.\n\n\n“Hold nothing back,” Desi said as she kissed her friend lightly on the cheek. “You are his. He knows it, and you know it. Show him. Rest in that truth and accept your place, and perhaps fate will allow you to please him tonight.”\n\n\nSasha had asked Desi to choose their ensembles, seeing as how she was more familiar with their lord’s appetites, and she had kept things minimal. They both wore only a choker necklace and a long, thin loincloth that hung between their legs from golden chains. Where Desi’s bright white contrasted starkly with her tanned skin, Sasha wore black, which was more complimentary of her pale, milky complexion. \n\n\nAt Desi’s behest, Sasha had also agreed to wear a jewel encrusted plug in her ass, so they would fully match. It felt queer and cold at first, though eventually she became used to the feeling and it sent small, recurrent shivers of pleasure up and down her spine.\n\n\nAt length, the harem grew quiet as the thundering of hooves grew louder and closer. Sasha’s heart was aflutter as she tried to steady her breathing. She clasped Desi’s hand in her own and held it tightly as the tension in the room grew thick. Then, suddenly, the cobblestone street outside the harem doors was awash with armored riders. \n\n\nHe was unmistakable, even among his many subordinates. His mount was huge, wild, and black as night. The horse needed to be big, as the rider on his back was a massive, hulking man. He was armored in thick, dark plate, and his helm was crested with blood red plumes. He carried a large burlap sack flung over a shoulder, and held it high over his head as he screamed a maniacal, barbaric shout. His men followed suit, and as Sasha watched, the very building around her seemed to quake and shutter. \n\n\nHe dismounted quickly, his sack still flung over his shoulder as he approached the harem’s door. Sasha could feel the anticipation in the room as all the girls sucked in their bellies and smoothed their hair one final time. Desi shot her a sideways smile, and took a deep breath. In an instant their lord was through the threshold, his heavy boots echoing menacingly. He took only a dozen steps before he stopped mid-stride and removed his helm. He dropped the sack as well, and it hit the floor with a heavy wet thud. The sack leaked what appeared to be dark red blood, which seeped through the material and puddled slowly upon the floor.\n\n\nLillenth, the head concubine, greeted their lord with formal courtesy, and he in turn gave her a brusque, curt nod. His head was shaved close, except for a long, dark braid that sprouted from the back of his skull and hung halfway down his back. He was known to usually keep his face clean-shaven, though now he seemed to have grown a dark, matted beard that covered his broad chin and thick, muscular neck. \n\n\nSasha noticed that his breastplate seemed to be splattered with dried blood, but tried to avert her eyes. While her lord was always gentle and generous to his many concubines, she knew his reputation among his enemies was something else entirely. Now, he stood tall and fierce and proud, panting as he took in his surroundings. Eventually, she thought she saw the wild fury in his eyes dissipate. \n\n\n“I have been gone from you for far too long,” he said to no one in particular as his eyes swept around the room. \n\n\n“For too long, I have slept cold and hungry and bruised upon the hard, dried ground. My men and I,” he said, gesturing to his fellow riders, “have stained countless fields of battle with the blood of our enemies. These men have done many bold, glorious deeds in my name. Tonight we will all celebrate with you, my doves.”\n\n\nHe looked down at the dusty, bloodstained burlap sack.\n\n\n“Here lies the remains of Senika the Wise, or so he was known among his people.” \n\n\nHe spat, and sneered. His men laughed lightly from where they had filed inside behind him.\n\n\n“They called him Senika the Gentle, Senika the Just, Senika the Brave. Well I name him Senika the Dead.” \n\n\nHis riders laughed again and hooted their agreement.\n\n\n“He told me that he would not succumb to my generous terms; would not submit to my rule. And now he is dead. His line is ended. And his village is a smoldering ruin upon the plain.”\n\n\nHe kicked the sack with his heavy boot and it toppled sideways. Out of the corner of her eye, Sasha noticed what appeared to be a severed human head as it rolled out slowly. She dared not look in earnest, and instead fixed her eyes upon her lord. \n\n\nSuddenly, as he peered around the room, his eyes settled on Sasha. It took all of her strength to hold his gaze, and he approached her slowly until eventually he stood before her. He towered over her, his arms and legs tightly corded with thick muscles, and his chest as wide as a cask of wine. But he tenderly took her chin in his rough, calloused fingers, and gazed deeply into her eyes.\n\n\n“Share my bed with me tonight, sweetling,” he said quietly. His bearded face was caked with dust and grime, and his fingernails nearly black with dirt, but his eyes were an icy shade of blue, and seemed to pierce through her. She felt Desi squeezing her hand with all her strength.\n\n\n“Of course,” Sasha replied with a coy, seductive smile. “As long as my friend here can join us,” she said as she nodded toward Desi, and smiled. “And...as soon as m’Lord has had a bath.”\n\n\nAll was silent for a heartbeat, then two, until suddenly he started to laugh. His laughter was deep and rich, and reverberated around the room until many of his riders joined him. He turned his gaze towards them and shrugged his massive shoulders.\n\n\n“This one is fearless,” he said, smiling broadly. “We should all be careful with her.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Finally out of beta testing with only Succubi, the new monster girl dating app has just gone fully live!
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"content": "Matthew drummed his fingers nervously on the table between them, glancing bashfully up at the girl he'd met only fifteen minutes ago. This was surreal, he hadn't entirely believed that the service had been real, let alone that it would work for him and that some girl would be willing to meet him.\n\nIt wasn't that he had especially low self confidence, it was just that, by virtue of being on the app in the first case it was obvious to any prospective dates that he was looking for... specific experiences, rather than innocently searching for love, otherwise he would have used a normal dating app. Furthermore, he'd been pretty specific in his profile when stating exactly what sort of girl he was looking for and he was pretty sure that most girls, (human ones at least) tended to prefer being sought after because of who they were and not because they fulfilled a fetish.\n\nNone of this seemed to have put off \"Jelilah\" who was seated casually across from him, craning her neck as she drank a milkshake to see if their food was coming yet. They were sat in a small booth by a window in some mediocre diner. Not the best date spot but she seemed happy enough.\n\nJelilah was a slime girl. Her bright green body was semi-translucent and looked wet to the touch. (He hadn't gotten to test that yet.) Her gooey flesh strained against the semi permeable membrane that maintained the tension required for her to hold a form. She seemed perfectly at home in a humanoid shape, with a tight, striped crop top and denim shorts, leaving most of her form exposed. Matthew wasn't sure if the breasts that bulged from under her shirt served a practical purpose given the nature of her biology, but he wasn't about to question it.\n\n\"So is your apartment near here?\" She looked back over at him casually. The condensation on her shake was absorbed by her thin, slick skin and mingled with her viscous body.\n\n\"Yeah. Actually, it's just up the street.\" \"Good. We can go there right after.\" He felt his guts twist inside him as he tried not to show just how excited he was to hear her say that. They both knew why they were here, and it wasn't for a slow burning romance. He'd been exceedingly polite and respectful while they were messaging each other, not realising at first that Jelilah had no expectations of being wined and dined. When they'd had their foods, they would walk together down the sunny street, head up to his place and then fuck until she was pale from all the semen floating around inside her.\n\nHe hoped, anyway. He really hoped he wasn't misinterpreting her casual attitude and suggestive comments. Footsteps clacked towards their table and then came to a stop; Their food had arrived. He thanked the tall, dark haired waiter as he received his burger and Jelilah took her hotdog.\n\nImmediately, Jelilah removed the long sausage from the hotdog with deft fingers lifted it to her open mouth, strings of slime stretching between her parted lips. He felt a slick, warm leg brushing against his and she rubbed her calf up against him flirtily while she pushed the long, curved sausage down her gullet, with both hands at first, and then with a single finger as the good eight inches of meat sank deeper into her jelly-like body.\n\nThe sausage was fully submerged in her and was suspended motionless for a second before her slime rippled, moving the meat down towards her centre where it quickly diffused. Jelilah sat back with a satisfied look on her face. It was everything Matthew had ever dreamed.\n\n\"Ma'm.\" The Waiter gave thin smile that curved his pointy moustache upward. \"Please, this is a family restaurant.\"\n\n\"Whaaat?\" She replied in mock innocence. \"What did I do? Was I naughty?\" She pouted up at him sarcastically.\n\n\"Just... please refrain from doing anything indecent? Alright?\" The waiter left.\n\n\"So.\" She turned back to Matthew, just as he was taking his first bite. \"Got any questions before anything else?\"\n\n\"About?\"\n\n\"About how all this works.\" She gestured with both hands to her jiggly body before pushing a fistful of fries through her abdomen. \"About what you can do? About me.\"\n\n\"Oh! uh...\" He set his burger back down. It could wait. \"What you did there. Your form only superficially reflects a human's, right? I uh... I did some research online-\"\n\n\"Oh I bet you did.\"\n\n\"-and your kind can be...\" He tried and failed to think of a more appropriate word. \"...Penetrated anywhere, right?\"\n\n\"More or less.\" She leaned over and casually took the top bun off his burger. She'd finished her food while he was talking. It melted into her hand and began travelling up her arm. \"I might have a little trouble pulling myself together if you were to push your arm through my neck and sever my head, but choking doesn't really do anything for me anyway.\"\n\nShe held out a green, glistening hand. \"Wanna feel?\"\n\nAs he took her by the hand and anyone watching might have been forgiven for thinking they were having a tender moment. He ran his fingers over hers as she watched for his reaction with a small smile. There was a certain wet oiliness to them that he personally didn't mind and her skin, (if you could call it that,) was not quite rubbery but supple and squishy. It felt like an incredibly thin balloon that had been filled to bursting with water and covered in lube.\n\n\"Give it a squeeze.\" She whispered seductively. \"I don't mind.\" He tried to close his fist around her hand. At first there was mild resistance as the slime slid away from his grasp but then he broke the surface tension and her hand flowed around his.\n\nHe stared dumbfounded. It was warm and wet. She raised her hand slowly and his followed. She brought it to her face, her palm temporarily merging with her cheek before pulling away, leaving him caressing her cute, jelly head. He dug his fingers into her jaw and she gave a little \"Ooh!\" He dragged his fingers back and forth through her, making her form wobble just a little around where he disturbed her flesh, before it quickly settled. \"You like that?\" She asked with a smile after a few seconds. \"Yeah.\" Came his astonished reply.\n\n\"Good. It feels like you have good grip strength.\" \"Is that important?\"\n\n\"It is to me. You're gonna be pushing your entire damn arm as far into me as you can, as fast as you can. Capiche? Up to the shoulder.\" He nodded fervently, captivated by the sensation of her wobbling body.\n\nSomething small and hard hit him in the side of his head. He looked down and then up, to his left to see a salt shaker and the one who'd thrown it; The moustached waiter. From the till, the waiter mimed pulling his arm back and mouthed the words \"Get your hand out of the young lady.\" Matthew extracted himself and held his palms up in a sign of peace.\n\n\"Well then.\" Jelilah stood up from her seat. \"I guess we'd better get going.\" Before he could do anything, she lowered her open hand over his half eaten burger, disappearing it like a magic trick. Seeing the look on his face she brushed him off.\"Oh shush. If you splatter me like you promised then i'll need the extra fats.\" They left, her clinging stickily to his arm. The waiter smiled insincerely as they paid.\n\n\"I hope sir and madame enjoyed their meal and that you will enjoy the rest of your evening.\"\n\nHope had nothing to do with it. He knew damn well they would already."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] By day she was a college professor, ruthlessly disciplining students who turned in lackluster work; by night, she donned a mask and stripped incognito at the local club.
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"content": "James and Hank walked into the bar. The two were chatting, slightly distracted but instantly noticed their friend and part time roommate Keith at a table with his head down and an three empty shot glasses in front of him with a bottle of whiskey sat on the table. They laughed and walked over,t aping him on the back. \n\n“Hard day?” Hank asked.\n\n“Ugh Professors Lingreen voice is ringing in my head like a weird version of tendinitis.”\n\nKeith sat up rubbing his temple. \n\n“Well,” said James “I’m a med student and I’m pretty sure whiskey doesn’t cure tendinitis. “\n\n“Fuck you, it helps.”\n\nKeith poured himself another shot and downed it quickly. \n\n“Maybe if you showed up on time like the rest of us she wouldn’t be so hard on you Keith.” \n\n“Hank, buddy, you’ve met Brianna right? She looks like that twenty four seven, I get distracted in the morning. I can’t help it. “\n\n“Don’t drag her into this.” Hank said, waving his hand and pouring himself a shot, “Is she joining us this evening?”\n\n“No, she wanted to but she got swamped with homework. She said to tip Jilly for her. “\n\nThe three continued to talk as the shows started. The pa announced the first dancer. Described as a sexy, buxom, veiled enigma, Sapphire made her onto the stage. Her face was mostly covered with a dark belly dancers veil and she wore a blue skirt with a white blouse that was halted unbuttoned, letting her tits breath while teasing the audience. \n\nMaybe it was the whiskey but something about her seemed familiar to Hank. She slowly teased the audience by slightly reveling a plump ass hidden under her skirt that was practically engulfing a thong. The crowd cheered and their money flowed. \n\nAs her clothes continued to come off and the money continued to littler the stage, Hank couldn’t shake his suspicions. Especially when she crawled close to their table for a tip and he stared into her one green and one hazel eyes. She winked at him as one of his friends slipped a bill into her bra...\n\nThe next day in class, Hank was practically dragging a hungover Keith to his seat. \n\n“Why the fuck did she make class today Hank?”\n\n“Because she’s busy this week and can’t make both classes.”\n\n“So I repeat, why a Saturday?”\n\n“Because she has a sick sense of humor.” \n\nHe plopped Keith in his seat and turned around. He jumped as he never heard Professor Lingreen come into the room, let alone sneak up behind him. \n\n“Good morning professor. “\n\n“Good morning Hank...Keith.”\n\nKeith meanly groaned and rested his head. \n\n“So a sick sense of humor eh Mr. Otho?”\n\nHank blushed. \n\n“Sorry professor, I didn’t...”\n\nThe two made eye contact but the smirk never left her face. The realization hit Hank like a truck. How many women in one area could have hetachromia. Could mild mannered Claire Lingreen be the mysterious stripper from last night. \n\n“Don’t worry about it Hank, it’ll be our little secret, right?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When her friend offered to shoot her modeling session, she added a lot more lewd material. Just for good measure, she asked if they had any favorite characters or kinks...
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"content": "It was just good timing Jeff thought as he checked over his camera. Jessie was an aspiring model who needed to build a portfolio. He needed to build up his own photography portfolio. It was a happy coincidence, or at least that was what he’d thought before she started asking about his kinks. His mouth had gotten a bit dry at that. Jessie was… everything he wasn’t. There was a reason why he was behind the camera and she wasn’t. Their friendship was a classic example of an introvert making a friend, she’d found him, liked him and adopted him.\n\nHe’d ignored the question, moving back to the safer topic of characters he liked. It was an easier topic for him to speak about, and one that he knew she was familiar with. She played video games, watched shonen anime, and she cosplayed. She’d even roped him into doing it once, which was more than enough for him. That she could pull them off, from poses to personality, didn’t hurt.\nHe finished setting up the lighting, nudging the umbrellas into a better position and turned around to watch Jessie, dressed as classic Lara Croft, stroll out of the changing room. He couldn’t help but stare. Her clothes were dangerously tight, at least a size too small in his estimate, and she had clearly skipped a bra. She smirked at him as she approached, casually pulled a toy gun out of a canvas bag, placed it to his forehead and pulled the trigger. “Bang.” She grinned at him coquettishly, as he stared, “I figured I should shoot once before you shoot me.”\n\nHe sucked in a breath, “Right.” She chuckled and he retreated, wondering how many photos he’d be able to use. Having her nipples visibly poking through her shirt would probably make them unusable for either of them, but he couldn’t figure out exactly how to broach the subject with her. Maybe he’d be able to edit them out after the fact? He would need to get used to Photoshop eventually...\n\nHe took a breath and looked through the camera, “Start posing?”\n\nShe pulled a second gun out of her bag and cast it aside. She adjusted her glasses with one of her guns and started posing. He started photographing her, moving to and fro, getting her at different ranges and angles. She was surprisingly patient, changing poses after he took a few shots, varying position as well as pose. She holstered a gun, and held her other gun with both hands. She removed her glasses and tucked them into her top. She knelt down, posed on all fours. And then she started to pull up her shirt.\n\nIt wasn’t all the way up, just brushing up against the bottom of her bust, but he paused, “Ah…” He cleared his throat, “Maybe we should stop?” She perked an eyebrow at him and he was tempted to take another shot. “I-I mean… I think we have everything we need from that costume?”\n\nShe stared at him for a moment, “You think so?” She reached down and pulled her shirt up, “Keep taking photos.” He swallowed and did as he was told. Her poses almost matched those from earlier, saving for an ever decreasing amount of clothes. Her shorts and panties were lying on the floor next to her shirt, and she went out of her way to expose her landing strip. By the end all she was wearing was her socks, boots and the glasses. He hesitated as she wrapped up again, wondering if she’d start masturbating next when she sat up and stared at him. “Ready for some more novel photos?”\n\nOh god, she was going to start masturbating in front of him wasn’t she? He didn’t think he’d be able to handle that. His cock was already straining inside his pants, and it was clearly visible to her too. “Stand still.” She ordered and he couldn’t begin to disobey her if he tried. She got up and walked to him, adjusting the rose tinted glasses as she looked him over, “Looks like you like me after all. I should have known the subtle approach was a waste of time with you.” She placed a hand on his chest and crouched down before him, “Keep taking photos.”\n\nHe swallowed and started taking photos again, of her teasing down his zipper, of her pulling out his cock, a feigned look of shock, and then as she began to go down on him. She pulled off of him just long enough to tell him to keep going before filling her mouth. It was difficult with the… distraction, but he still took photos, getting a few from either side of her, at varying lengths in her mouth. He shuddered, holding his camera tightly as he came. She kept his cock in her mouth as he shot his wad before slowly let it slip free. Her mouth opened up and he took a few shots before she closed her mouth and swallowed.\n\n“That was good.”\n\n“Y-yeah…” He said, breathing heavily. He really needed to sit down.\n\n“Well, it was between modeling or OnlyFans, I guess this kinda decides it though.” She said casually and shrugged, “I’ll put on my Samus costume next, think you’ll be ready for another round by the time we finish?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The campus had a program where helpful students could get a bracelet advertising what they were willing to help anyone who asked with. She made herself a special one that said "sex".
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"content": "The university developed a unique system of tutoring that was on a trial basis. Various bands represented what area students were best capable of teaching. It seemed to be working but there’s always a rebel. While other students walked around campus with green brackets, or purple bracelets, Kelly walked around with a plain white one and it drew plenty of attention. A shy redhead was the first to approach her about the bracelets nature. \n\n“So green is for mathematics, purple is for English courses..…but you’re the only one with a white bracelet. What’s your area of teaching?” \n\nKelly smiled as her shy campus mate clutched their books tight. \n\n“Sex...”\n\nThe student blushed. Kelly smirked and kept on walking. \n\n“Where do I sign up?”\n\nKelly stopped in her tracks and turned around, pulling a little black book out of her purse. \n\n“Right here sweetie, just need your name and day of availability. “\n\nThe student took out a pen but hesitated.\n\n“Is it ok if I’m trans?”\n\nKelly nodded without a second thought. \n\n“Honey I’m into everyone. “\n\nThe stranger smiled and wrote down their name and wrote Friday next to it. \n\n“Maybe this will make me feel a little more confident...”\n\nTheir face turned red again and Kelly smiled putting her book away. \n\n“Not to toot my own horn but I can make you feel quiet a few things. See you Friday.”\n\nThe two shook hands and parted ways, both eager for their first session together."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Desperate times csll for desperate measures. When the bakesakes don't work, the mothers of rhe PTA agree to start a fundraising brothel.
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"content": " \"Mom, think about this for a second. This is insane, I can't believe you're making me do this!\" \"Oh shush. This is the only nice dress you have that you haven't grown out of. After this you're going on a diet young lady!\" She finished attaching the fake flower to her daughter's hair.\n\n\"I'm not talking about the stupid fucking dress mom!\" Paula wheeled around to look her mother in the eye. Paula was eighteen years old, and she was beautiful. Her pouting lips were full, the brown eyes that watered slightly as she tried to convince her mother were gorgeous. The short, tight white dress that her mother had modified to be even shorter showed impressive curves for one so young and exposed the lightly tanned skin of her long, shapely legs that ended in matching, slightly over the top four inch heels. \n\nShe had wide hips and a gorgeous ass that she usually flaunted in tight shorts or yoga pants, as well as nice, perky breasts which strained against the dress, which she hadn't worn in a year and a half at least, at her sister's quinceanera. \n\n\"Are you actually serious about this!?\" She pleaded. \"You're selling me mom! You're whoring me out! Your own daughter?!\" \n\n\"Shhh. Sh sh sh.\" Her mother turned her back around to face the mirror and kept brushing her dark brown hair. \"I don't know what to tell you sweetness, half your class isn't even eighteen and when I told the other mothers you'd be on board they were thrilled!\" She patted her daughter on her bare shoulder and began tying up her hair. \"Besides, It's not **my** school. It's yours.\" \n\nHer daughter parted her cherry-red lips a few times before asking the question that had just been raised. \"You-you offered me? They didn't even-\" \n\n\"Oh what!?\" Her mom snapped, losing her patience now. \"Are you going to tell me it's your first time? That you had those stripper heels for going to weddings?\" She muttered something in Spanish and returned to her task.\n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\n\n\"You good to go Stacey?\" \n\n\"Sure Mrs. Brooke!\" Stacey sprang to her feet from where she had ben lying, reading a magazine on her bed. \"I already did my yoga so i should be nice and limber.\"\n\nDelilah Brooke gave a thin lipped smile. \"Yes, I'm sure they'll appreciate it.\" She'd told her husband to get out of the house for a minute. She didn't want him getting any ideas.\n\nStacey was the daughter of one of Delilah's cousins that had been using the Brooke's back room for the past two months. It was a convenient commute and she was able to serve as a babysitter when they needed her to. \n\nShe was also a tall, blonde, skinny, leggy bitch who flaunted her slutty college ass all over Delilah's house in front of her son and husband.\n\n\"Thanks so much for doing this Stacey.\" She stretched in front of Delilah as if to prove her litheness. \n\n\"Aww, it's no trouble Mrs. Brooke! It'll be just like Spring break! You guys have been real good to me so don't you worry about it.\" Stacey ran her hands over her body. \"You think I look the part?\" Stacey's toned legs were mostly bare, her cute ass just about covered by tight yellow shorts. On her feet she wore knee-high leather boots and instead of a top she just wore a hot-pink bikini top.\n\n\"Yup. You look like a genuine whore!\"\n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\n\nStephanie wasn't even meant to help set up, since her contribution came later but of course she was here early. \"Heeeyyy!\" She clacked up to Noelle in her black heels. The thirty year-old was the only one of the mothers who was participating. \n\nSamantha looked her up and down. Noelle had her black hair tied up in a ponytail and had left her glasses in the car. She wore an expensive-looking black coat which she had wrapped around herself and looked like she mightn't be wearing anything under it.\n\n\"Oh! Hey Noelle! I think Karen was able to convince ms. Thornton, y'know the biology teacher? So you'll still be the oldest but at least it won't be as obvious!\" She accompanied the backhanded complement with a smile.\n\n\"Oh that's good! It's a little awkward being the only one of the moms who's you know, still in the game.\" She returned the snide smile.\n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\n\nTwo hours later, inside the school cafeteria, the fundraiser was in full swing.\n\nDifferent areas had been set up depending on what the PTA had been able to coax the amateur prostitute's into agreeing to. On a line of tables, a dozen casseroles and pasta bakes were laid out \"to keep people's energy up\" and opposite, an area had been cleared where most of the girls were lined up in front of the wall for selection. \n\nOff to the left were two sets of wooden stocks that Samantha's husband had eagerly agreed to make and five women kneeling on pillows. Some of the girls would be taking turns in the stocks throughout the night. Right now, Stacey was in one of the set of stocks, shorts around her ankles and bikini pulled aside to let her breasts hang freely. At her head, a janitor that everyone had assumed was just there to help made the blonde girl's eyes water as he shoved his dick down her throat. Behind her, mr. Brooke grunted, having paid the price on the sign hung above the college girl's ass. He ploughed her as she strained against the stocks she'd willingly been locked into, avoiding eye contact with the janitor. \n\nHis wife glared at him from across the room. This probably didn't make sense if he was trying to help the fundraiser, but he didn't care. He wasn't missing this opportunity.\n\nIn the other set of stocks, was Elena, the captain of the volleyball team. She was a little short for her chosen sport, so her feet barely touched the ground in the simple wooden stocks.\n\nElena was pale, with soft brown hair and one hell of an ass, which was perfectly displayed in her stretchy volleyball shorts. She bit her lip and winced as behind her, the coach of her team gave her jiggly ass a good smack and left his hand there, feeling it up.\n\nAt the row of women on pillows, not far away, the sheriff had Stephanie the milf's dark ponytail in one hand, while she bobbed her head, eagerly sucking the officer off. She hadn't been entirely naked under the coat as it turned out, she was wearing black lingerie that was already stained where one of her other clients had shot his load all over her chest.\n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\n\nBack over at the central section where most of the girls were arranged for inspection, Paula stood with her weight shifted to one leg, trying to look seductive. Next to her, an older man selected an asian girl in her class who was wearing a miniskirt, fishnets and a tank top. Paula was pretty sure that she was dating his son. She wondered if the man knew.\n\nThen, she felt a hand on her arm. She looked up to see the school principle looking down at her. \"You mind showing me to a room miss Estevez?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Life is a lot more interesting with a monster girl housemate...
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"content": "“Hey pal, long time no see. How are you?”. My friend said after seeing me for the first time in months.\n\n“I’ve been through a lot. Come on, let’s have a drink and I’ll tell you everything!”. I said while guiding him to a nearby bar. I told him about everything. How I got a new job, been working in hobbies and such and of course, how I moved.\n\n“Do you live with someone? That house sounds too big for only one person”. He asked\n\n“I live with a siren as a housemate”. I said.\n\n“So do you have a pool or something for her to stay?”. He asked\n\n“Not that kind of siren. I’m talking about a greek mythology siren”. I explained. We continued to talk for a while until we both went home. I was drunk and tired so I slept on the couch. I got woken up by a familiar voice, my housemate’s voice to be exact.\n\n“Hey, wake up. Hey, hey, HEY!”. My housemate said before slapping me with her wings. They didn’t hurt but it was annoying.\n\n“What do you want?” I said feeling pissed.\n\n“Bills came up today. I need your part of the money”. She said. I got up, took my money for the bills and gave it to her.\n\n“Anything else?”. I asked.\n\n“Take a bath. You reek of alcohol”. She said while heading out to pay the bills.\n\nI went in and took a shower. My head hurt because of how much I drank yesterday. The cold shower water felt so refreshing in my body I just stayed there for a long time. So long in fact that when I got out of the shower she already came back and was cooking some eggs for breakfast. I always found funny how she cooks. Since she has wings instead of arms she uses her bird like feet to cook by sitting on a stool. I drank some water to deal with my headache and took an aspirin. \n\n“Do I help you?”. I asked.\n\n“Yes please”. She replied. She got out of the stool and moved it away giving me space. Since she was halfway done it didn’t take long for me to finish cooking and we both ate breakfast together.\n\n“What’s the difference between harpies and you?”. I asked. She stopped eating for a second and replied:\n\n“Harpies lack the capacity hypnotic singing and are generally more slender allowing them to fly faster”.\n\n“I see. now that I think about it, I’ve never heard you singing before”. I said teasing her, knowing well she hates being confused for a harpy.\n\n“Are you stupid? You would be hypnotized if I were to sing”. She said.\n\n“Then I guess you were lying all along. To think you have always been a harpy”. I said with a grin on my face. She was angry. She took a deep breath and said:\n\n“Fine. I will sing for you but don’t say I didn’t warn you”.\n\n—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————\n\nHe was grinning but the moment I sang he had a blank expression on his face. As if he was looking at absolutely nothing. I stopped but he still was hypnotized. In the ancient times for hypnosis to work one must sing constantly but now it wasn’t necessary anymore. Only needed to sing for a few seconds in order for someone to be hypnotized for minutes. I could also undo the hypnosis if I wished but I didn’t want to do it. Not yet. It’s been a while since I last sang so why not give him a private concert? By the time I felt satisfied the hypnosis would last for hours if not days. It was also so much fun seeing him dance. I decided to watch some tv for a while until I got bored. He still was hypnotized. I went for the computer to watch some porn and have fun by myself and then it hit me. He was hypnotized, he would do whatever I wanted. I grabbed some of his money and bought some condoms. Such a shame he won’t be able to remember what was about to happen. I lead him to my room and ordered him to take off his clothes. His dick was bigger than I thought. I undressed myself as well and put the condom on him.\n\n“Come on, start thrusting”. I said while lying on the bed.\n\nHe jumped forward and started thrusting vigorously. It felt so good. I was controlling everything about it. The speed, the intensity, the angle, it was so easy to hit my weak spots. I couldn’t help but moan louder and louder as I started hugging him with my wings. It didn’t take long for him to cum as well as me. I carefully removed the condom as his dick was becoming flaccid.\n\n“Get hard again”. I said.\n\nAnd so he did. It was going to be so fun and I still had a few condoms left. But I wanted to try something first. I grabbed his dick and started stroking up and down. I wanted to see if he could cum from a bird footjob. It took some while but he finally came in my feathers. Dammit, I’m going to take a bath after this. But until that...\n\n“Get hard again”. I said while putting another condom.\n\nI think It’s been hours. Every single condom have been used. So many positions I tried. But I still want more. One more round. I already took a bath and I’m all clean now but I still want that last round. I wonder how anal feels like. \n\n“Get hard again”. I said while lubing his dick with my saliva. My ass is all clean now so there shouldn’t be any problem.\n\n“Go on slowly”. I said while pointing his dick towards my ass. It feels weird as I feel it going down and down. I carefully instruct him to go back and fort slowly. After a while I tell him to go faster, it starts to feel good. \n\n“Go faster”. I said while moaning. It feels so tight right now. He can’t take it anymore and cums and so do I.\n\nI order him to get dressed and go back to the kitchen table where his breakfast was still there. I undo the hypnosis and he now has a puzzled look on his face.\n\n————————————————————————————————————————————————————————\n\nWhat happened? It felt like only a second but I feel tired and hungry. Did the hypnosis work? I look back to her and now she has a wide smile on her face. She seems really happy for some reason. I take one bite of my breakfast and it’s cold as if it has been sitting there for hours...\n\n“What time is it?”.\n\n“It’s already 3:00 PM”.\n\n“What? It can’t be”. \n\n“It is. Look at the clock”.\n\nThe clock marks 3:00 PM\n\n“I hope you understand now that I’m a siren. You must feel really hungry and tired. Let me cook for you”.\n\nWhat the hell did she do to me?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Shall our Superheroine escape this fiendish trap before she's forced to have a *literally* Earth shattering orgasm? Could crushing climax cause catastrophe!? Conclusion to come!
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"content": "Damara squirmed, struggling against the force-field holding her spread-eagled, glaring at the gathered henchmen through the transparisteel walls of her containment pod. \nIt had obviously been a trap; the numerous monsters and giant robots released around the world simultaneously, forcing the Heroes Guild to split up to stop them all in time, it had obviously been a diversion for some even more diabolical scheme. She just didn't realise that *she* was the target. \n&nbsp; \n\"Mua-ha-ha-ha!\" \nHer captor had arrived; the nefarious, twisted, *evil*, Dr. Diabolos. Stepping up to the wall of her containment pod, she didn't miss his leer. \n\"Ah, my dear, dear Damara...or shall I call you Echidna?\" he greeted her. \nDamara stiffened, and Diabolos's grin widened. Was he implying...? \n\"Oh yes, my dear. The mass media may not have deduced where that behemoth that appeared to defend Tokyo came from. I hear some think it was a real-life Godzilla come from the sea...but I know the truth.\" \nDamara reflexively tried to cross her legs (failing, of course, due to the immobilizing force field); she had been stripped naked upon her capture, she thought it was just petty humiliation before, but now...? \n\"It was your friend, Cernunnos, whom gave it away, really. Obviously not human, that one.\" Dr. Diabolos continued to gloat, \"That those ancient myths had some truth in them and that you are something *more* than human, a so-called 'divine' being, well, no other scientist would have considered it.\" \n\"*No other scientist has brain defects like you do.*\" Damara muttered, but it seemed like Dr. Diabolos didn't hear her. Or was just having too much fun with his monologue. \n\"A goddess of fertility, you created that giant monster. The creation of life is within your domain. Of course, you channel your powers through orgasmic pleasure, which is why you endeavour not to be seen doing your 'dirty work'.\" \nHow did he know?! Damara struggled harder, but the force-field remained unyielding. \n\"Of course, it was a ridiculous hypothesis, but I put you under close surveillance, and confirmed my suspicions during the London Incident.\" \nBugger. \n\"Afterwards, I collected some of your genetic material left over from that affair, hoping to clone you and replicate your powers to make an army of monsters...I'm sorry to say, my dear, that they were nothing but cheap imitations compared to you, barely fit to create those lesser fiends that your Guild is currently occupied by.\" \nSo that's how...wait. Damara's eyes widened; did Dr. Diabolos actually make several clones of her to sexually exploit them and force them to give birth to monsters? \nThat just found a place on her Top 10 list of Downright Disgusting Deeds; by the looks of it, even some of Diabolos's henchmen looked disturbed. \n&nbsp; \nWait, again. If the clones only created lesser monsters, then Diabolos had captured her in order to... \n\"I see the dawning realisation in your eyes, my Damara.\" Dr. Diabolos chuckled, \"I rebuilt my old Fusion Machine, but I won't be using it to take Captain Couatl's power this time...no, I'm going to take yours.\" \nThe mad doctor raised his high-tech glove and snapped his fingers; a few seconds later, out of the top and bottom of Damara's containment tank, several mechanical tentacles with distinctly penile tips slowly started slithering into view and towards her. \n\"Soon. All it will take is one orgasm. But feel free to have as many as you like.\" Diabolos gloated, \"When it occurs, you will be drained of the power it normally gives you, and that power will go...to me!\" \nHe brandished a gloved hand, \"I will create the ultimate beast! One that shall tear the world apart and remake it in my image! All of your friends will fall before me!\" \nDamara stared with horror at Dr. Diabolos's theatrics, even as the first of the tentacles touched her between her legs and began vibrating. She had to do something she had never done before, she had to *resist* the pleasure. If she didn't, the whole world... \n\"The world will be mine!\" Diabolos crowed, \"All mine! Mua ha! Ah-ha! Mua-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaa!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They always give you a proper fucking right after they chip you, and make you come so hard you'll think you've died and gone to heaven. Only afterwards do they let you know they control your orgasms now. If you want more, you'll have to work for it.
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"content": "I think about the day that they chipped me every night. I lay in bed, covered from toe to scalp in goosebumps as my member throbs beneath the sheets. I don't touch it. That will only make it worse. I swear my hard-ons are more intense since they chipped me.\n\nIt was only hours after my graduation from The Conservatory. The told me that it was my exit examination, before I was to be assigned to active duty. I didn't question the injection into my neck. I had learned not to ask questions. I should've questioned the girl in my room when I returned that evening. But I didn't. I'd been training for 3 long months, so I didn't bat an eye when a pretty redhead took her shirt off and asked if I enjoyed anal sex.\n\nIt was a proper send-off, I suppose. Definitely memorable. But that's not the greatest thing, in hindsight. I awoke the next morning alone in bed to a sticky note stuck upon my forehead.\n\n> 'Agent Korov, I encourage you to attempt masturbation and meet me afterwards in Office 49-T. - Commander Deletnovski'\n\nThat raised an eyebrow, but orders are orders. So I tried. Tried for over an hour. Tried, but not succeeded. I thought I was going to rub my dick raw that morning. I was so fucking hard. I felt like I was right on the edge, like the lightest breeze would tip me into that sweet abyss. I finally resigned myself to a cold shower once the understanding took hold of me.\n\nMy first meeting with the Commander was brief. She was a few decades older than me, old enough to be my mother. But she was attractive in the way that women that age are. Tall, with soft-looking skin and a chest that made her uniform seem too small for her. I suppose she knew that. And I suppose that since I followed her instructions, she knew what condition the front of my pants would be in.\n\n\"To be expected.\" She chuckled, glancing at the tent in my trousers.\n\nShe slipped her hand into her pocket, and it took only a moment for me to crumble to my knees as I emptied my balls into my underwear. My cheeks flushed with deep, rosy humiliation as the warm stickiness filled my briefs. The Commander just smirked down at me as I panted there, kneeling before her desk.\n\n\"You complete an assignment, you get one of those. The chip comes out when you meet your career quota. You try to run before then, and I promise that your squirt gun will run quite dry.\"\n\nThat was 31 months ago.\n\nToday I stand exactly where I stood then in the Commander's office, my trousers around my ankles and my arms braced behind my back. My stiffie stands out in front of me at attention as the Commander watches it tremble with a certain wicked glimmer in her eye.\n\n\"Your first completion in 7 weeks, I see.\" She yawns, flipping through a dossier folder. \"Very nice work. The local police are calling it a mugging gone wrong. Excellent job.\"\n\nShe leans over and opens a desk drawer, before pulling out something in a small, shiny wrapper and placing it on her desk. She slides the condom across the wooden desktop to me, and I grab it perhaps a bit too eagerly. I tear into it like an animal as she gives me another of her dry, condescending chuckles. I carefully roll the rubbery sheath down the length of my turgid pipe until my hard-on is wrapped tightly in a coat of dark green latex. The Commander is already holding the tiny remote in her palm as I resume the position and nod silently.\n\nHer thumb barely moves, and I feel like I've been hit by a train. My knees quiver as I grunt like a wildebeest. My wrapped-up cock jumps and leaps wildly as the reservoir tip of tip of the condom fills with a warm alabaster goo. The orgasm seems to last forever, and I wish that it actually would. But it doesn't, and I'm soon panting softly as I regain my senses.\n\nI carefully slide the full, used condom off as my prick begins to soften, tying it off and leaving it on your desk as you've continually instructed me. I pulling my pants up quickly before turning towards the door and wordlessly moving to make my leave.\n\n\"We'll call you when the next dossier arrives. Try not to climb the walls until then.\" I hear the Commander call after me with a giggle."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU][Zelda] The power of the Triforce has kept their wielders locked in a repeating struggle. Now it's up to the Warrior Zelda to save Prince Link from Queen Ganon
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"content": "The Gerudo people have been long renowned for their prowess as warriors. Lithe and strong, the famously golden-eyed women are often likened to tigers, with their razor-toothed daggers and inhuman agility. And, like a tiger, if you cage a Gerudo, she will pace impatiently, her steel muscles coiled like springs.\n\nTwo such desert tigers stood now, Royal Guards posted to the entrance of Hyrule Castle. \n\n“Do you think she’ll ever get bored of him?” said one of the guards, her pink silk veil waving on her breath.\n\n“Not a chance,” said her partner, who was brushing pollen from her trousers; “Her Majesty has been trying to capture the Kokori Prince since I was a little girl. She even put a reward out for him.”\n\nThe woman in the silk veil giggled. “I remember! I once went hunting him with a boy from market town. We weren’t even ten years old, but we wanted that reward.”\n\n“What happened?”\n\n“He got scared right at the entrance to the lost woods. Wouldn’t set foot over the threshold; I had to take him home to his mother.”\n\nThe guards giggled, oblivious to the fierce blue eyes that watched them from the trees on the northern bank, not thirty paces away. While barbaric and uncivilized, the people of the Hylian tribes had roamed the lands since before even the Gerudo and Kokiri. The natural formations that would snare Gerudo armour were perfect footholds to the Hylians, and this one was no different.\n\n“Just two guards? The real security must be within the walls,” the woman grunted. Her powerful legs gripped a thick tree limb as she sat upright, peering through the branches. Her sun-bleached white-blond mane was wild along her bare back, and her lean muscles, bronzed by the sun, ripples slightly as she held herself out further. A necklace made of bokoblin finger-bones - her only garment on her upper body (for the barbarians of Hylia cared not for modesty) - hung down as she craned her neck, sliding across to the next tree effortlessly, timing her movements with the rustling breeze\n\n“Don’t be soft, Queen Ganon would never share with anyone, not even Royal Guards!”\n\n“Ssh! Keep your voice down, you don’t want to be heard talking like that!”\n\nNeither woman saw the barbarian, whose name was Zelda, drop from the tree and land behind the bush with the agility of a panther. Taking her bow from her back, Zelda nocked an arrow and fired it up into the air.\n\nThe guards didn’t see it until it landed four feet in front of them. Immediately they unsheathes their scimitars and spun around, craning their necks to the wall above them, from which the arrow had seemed to come. \n\nLow to the ground and with frightening speed, the Hylian ran and pounced, her hard foot rising like a viper’s head and catching one of the guards in the jaw. She spun hard into the stone wall, her scimitar clattering as she slid to the ground with a thud. The other woman, whose instincts were more refined than her comrade’s, leapt backwards, avoiding Zelda’s backfist narrowly.\n\nNeither woman spoke as they circled each other. Zelda slid her bone dagger out from the waist of her fur loincloth and growled. The animal sound seemed to unsettle the Gerudo, and she stepped forward to thrust her scimitar. Zelda expected this, and leapt to the side, using her momentum to drive the woman back against the wall. Now starting to panic l, the guard sung her sword carelessly, and the wild blue eyes blazed. Zelda threw her dagger towards the Gerudo, who tried to parry it with her sword, not expecting the sandaled foot that collided with her knee, doubling her over in pain. The Hylian pounced and wrapped her limbs around the crippled Gerudo like a boa constrictor, choking her until her consciousness left her.\n\nWithout a single word, Zelda gathered her arrow and her bone dagger, and slipped into the castle grounds, her feet making no sounds on the dirt.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\-----\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNearby, Queen Ganon of Hyrule was sprawled languidly on her bed, surrounded by expensive pillows. Her flaming hair, redder than the Death Mountain volcano, exploded around her like wildfire, in stark contrast to her pale green skin. Her black-and-gold embroidered robe was open, exposing her large breasts. On one of them, a young man with blonde hair bobbed up and town, sucking and pulling at her large nipple with his mouth. As he slowed, she slid her long fingers into his hair and gripped.\n\n\"I didn't say you could stop, Fairy Boy,\" she growled, her sultry voice low and commanding. \"If you're to be my prisoner in exchange for your people's safety, you're going to have to keep me entertained. Show me you can!\"\n\nThe prince was naked, as he had been since his capture several days ago. The only adornments of any sort on his entire body were the heavy ebony shackles that bound his wrists behind him. The young man cut his blue eyes up at her, frowning with determination before wrapping his mouth around her nipple once more. Queen Ganon tilted her head back and sighed with pleasure as the Kokiri Prince's tongue pummeled her nipple, sending shivers of pleasure through her powerful body. As her longe tongue lolled out, she snapped her fingers, and a small white light tinkled over to her.\n\n\"Navi, why don't you give the little prince some encouragement? You know what I like.\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am,\" came a tiny, high-pitched response, and the light darted over to the prince. Hovering between his thighs, the fairy rose until her wingtips began to flutter against his genitals; immediately, the skin around his balls began to tighten, and his manhood stiffened. \n\nNavi, his faithful fairy companion, could easily have escaped, but she had remained out of loyalty, her only interests being to stay with her old friend. Besides, she thought, if she weren't the one teasing Master Link, one of those awful Gerudo guards would be.\n\nAs her captured enemy serviced her body, Queen Ganon closed her eyes and collapsed again into luxury.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\-----\n\n&#x200B;\n\n(continued in replies)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The elevator was transparent glass. They figured they had 6 minutes before security got called to detain them. More than enough time to make a show...
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"content": "Kurt never dated anyone like Fiona. Sure she was a sweetheart and beautiful but she was a little...exciting, then some of Kurt’s previous girlfriends. As content as she was to just go out for a quiet dinner with Kurt, she was just as content to parade around in her underwear with a stormtrooper helmet on when they had friends over just out of boredom. \n\nThey been dating for an year and were on their first vacation alone together. Technically the vacation was for Kurt’s parents but something came up and forced them to cancel. It was a swanky couples resort just a few miles out of outside of Myrtle Beach. Needless to say Fiona’s pink hair, and piercings stood out a little more then usual. \n\nNobody treated the young adults any different though and they really enjoyed the first couple days of their trip. Then one security guard didn’t seem too keen on the woman with pink hair and her boyfriend being in the buffet line. \n\nKurt didn’t seem to notice his constant staring, or his patrols back and forth. He did happen to notice that wherever the couple went in the restaurant, he followed. But by then it was too late as Fiona’s frustrations boiled over. \n\n“I’m so sorry Kurt. “\n\n“For wh-“\n\nBefore he could finish a tray full of scrambled eggs was hurled at the security guard. The restaurant fell silent and the two took off. They made it to the elevator and breathed a sigh of relief. With the coast clear, they looked st each other and started to laugh. \n\n“Fiona I can’t believe you did that.”\n\n“Well he shouldn’t have been following us around. I’ve had no problems here and then one asshole sees someone with pink hair and decides she’s a problem. “\n\n“I still think you overreacted. “\n\n“I did but I don’t care.”\n\nHe smiled, surprisingly he was a little proud of her. She observed the glass elevator and hit the button for the top floor. \n\n“Why are we going up that high?”\n\n“Well I figured since we’re already in trouble, we could have a little fun. “\n\n“What are you talking about?”\n\n“Don’t play dumb.”\n\nShe smirked and tugged on her shirt. Kurt blushed as a sly smirk came over his face. The adrenaline seems to turn them both on. She wrapped her leg around his waist and her arms around his neck as they began making out. \n\nHe gently squeezed and jiggled her ass as the elevator slowly moved up. He looked out to the people taking note of the show and pushed her pants down a little to expose her underwear. \n\n“You’re such a little devil Kurt.”\n\n“I blame you.”\n\nThey peeled their shirts off and she turned around. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. With his free hand, he reached up and squeezed her beast. She moaned quietly and he squeezed the other. \n\nHer pants were next to come off, but they made sure to make a spectacle out of it. She first undid her button and reached in her jeans to rub her panties briefly before he reached down and joined her. She pushed them down slowly as Kurt did the same with his. \n\n“Babe I want you so bad...”\n\nShe moaned turning back around and straddling his waist again. They made out again and blindly pushed their underwear out of the way. She grinned against his cock and moaned. They lucked out so far as the elevator hadn’t stopped once. \n\nHe poked the tip of his cock against her pussy as he sucked on her one pierced nipple. He slowly slid his cock in and smiled as he began to thrust back and forth slowly. The higher they went the faster he went. \n\nThey even changed positions so she was bent over with her hands against the glass, giving the onlookers a good but brief view of her tits before his hand covered and squeezed them. \n\nJust as the elevator clicked on the last floor, she came as he filled her with his load. There was a gasp from an elderly couple. To say they were surprised at the naked man holding his naked girlfriends tits with his cock in her pussy would be a understatement. The two smirked and quickly collected their clothes and took off down the hall. Still laughing the two slumped against a wall when the coast was clear. \n\n“Oh my God Kurt!”\n\nShe leaned against him and he hugged her. \n\n“I can’t believe I let you talk me into that Fiona.”\n\n“I didn’t see you protesting too much. Good that was amazing...and we came together!”\n\nKurt blushed as she kissed his cheek. \n\n“Sorry about that...”\n\n“Don’t sweat it, I’m on the pill and God it felt so good.”\n\nHe smiled and they kissed again. They stayed for a minute or two more before having the energy to stand up and head back to their floor...still naked of course."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] “Break A Leg!”
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"content": "She knew was she was getting into but she didn’t expect the audience to be so big. She was expecting, or maybe hoping, the show wouldn’t draw well and that the smaller crowd would make the more intimate moments of the show easier. But alas the theater was full, who knew a play that included regular nudity and real consensual sex would be a hit...\n\n“Nervous Jamie?”\n\nJamie was filling in for her friend who suffered a foot injury during a miscue in rehearsals . The voice asking her if she was nervous belonged to one of her co-stars, Lyle. \n\n“I was nervous when I accepted the role Lyle. Oh what am I doing. This is much more Veronica’s thing, I have terrible stage fright and there’s so many people and, and, and...”\n\n“Jamie, Jamie, relax. Kelly has an understudy ready if you want to back out, just say the word and it’s all peachy. “\n\nJamie took a deep breath and peered out the curtain again. The crowd was still filing in and mingling and Jamie gripped the curtain tight. \n\n“I’ll go find Kelly...”\n\n“Lyle wait.”\n\nLyle immediately stopped in his tracks. \n\n“I promised Veronica I’d do this and the last time I let my nerves get to me, I almost missed out on the most fun nights I’ve ever had...so if I can’t get over my nerves and go skiing, I can do this. “\n\nLyle smiled and patted her back. \n\n“There’s not much difference between sex and skiing when you think about it Jamie.”\n\n“There is for me...I’m much better at sex then I am at skiing. “\n\nShe smirked and blushed. She was still nervous as the show started. Everything was fine going through the opening scenes, her and Lyle had great chemistry and neither flubbed a line or missed their cue which eased Jamie’s tension a little. The next scene however started a little rocky...\n\n“Man I made great time today Uma. I could walk to work and still not be late.”\n\nUma was the name of Jamie’s character and that lime was her cue to suggest an after breakfast blowjob...but she froze. Lyle could tell something was off when Jamie didn’t turn around for her line. \n\n“Actually I might just do that, you keep feeding me like this and I’ll need the exercise. “\n\nThe audience laughed. Jamie turned around to face Lyle and something just clicked...\n\n“You can’t walk to work Hank...”\n\n“It’s not that far I’ll be-“\n\n“It’s not the length of the walk I’m worried about...” \n\nWith that line she walked over and began to rub Lyles chest. \n\n“…I’m worried your knees will too weak to make it. “\n\n“Why is that?”\n\nThey shared a smirk then a kiss. She began to unbutton his shirt and he pushed his chair out a little. She walked around him, rubbing his legs as they kissed. He squeezed her ass just as gently as he did in rehearsal. \n\n“Spank me...”, She whispered in his ear. \n\n“I like the way you improv Jamie…”, he replied quietly. \n\nOn her command he lifted his hand and spanked her. Jamie moaned and started to undo his pants. She mouthed another command and Lyle followed through, spanning her harder. She moaned again louder and she could hear some cheering from the crowd. Jamie worked his cock out of the zipper of his jeans and got on her knees. \n\nShe looked at up Lyle who looked back and gave a very discreet thumbs up. Jamie smiled and went to work until Jamie came in her mouth...If was more then she was expecting but she was sure the crowd wouldn’t mind the leftovers dripping out of the corner of her mouth...\n\nThe curtain went down after “Uma” tucked “Hanks” cock back into his jeans and kissed him goodbye, wishing him well at work. Backstage as the stagehands prepared the next seven Jamie leapt into Lyles arms, giggling."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Sci-Fi or High Tech Bondage Prompts
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She turned to her friend, "You know how when we were younger we used each other for kissing practice? Just as friends? If we wanted, we could do other stuff too, right? Just for for practice, of course..."
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"content": "“Remember how we used to practice kissing each other?”\n\n“Yeah Reina why?”\n\n“Well I figure I’m going to a different college out of state, and you’ll be going up north...maybe we should practice some other things so we’re not totally lost.”\n\nLen choked on his soda and coughed. He wiped his mouth and Reina stifled a small giggle. The two were eighteen and months away from starting their next chapter and they had been friends for as long as either could remember. \n\n“Are you talking about what I think your talking about?”\n\n“Yes, you really need to brush up on your algebra skills mister.”\n\n“Reina...”\n\n“Sorry, sorry. Yes I was talking about sex. “\n\n“I don’t know. Wouldn’t that be a little...weird?”\n\n“Kissing was never weird.”\n\n“Yeah but this is something else entirely, something deeper and mor meaningful. “\n\n“It doesn’t have to be. But fine, if you don’t want to, then forget I said anything.”\n\nLen started to retort but bit his tongue. The two move on like the subject was never brought up but it wasn’t far behind in their minds. The drive to Reinas place was quieter then usual. The whole Reid’s Len thought about Reinas proposal. As they got closer and closer, he couldn’t shake the image of him and her naked in an embrace as she climax’s...he’s so distracted he almost runs into a stray deer but Reinas screech snapped him right out of it. \n\n“Hey Bambi get lost before you’re jerky.”\n\nThe deer blinks blankly at him before sprinting off. \n\n“I never did like this movie. “\n\nReina laughed and did a brief sign of the cross. \n\n“What happened hotshot, you’re usually the one correcting my driving?”\n\n“My mind must of wandered...”\n\n“Well damn, I must’ve really spooked you back there then huh.”\n\nHe always did think she could read his mind. \n\n“Is that weird? That I started to think about it? Like picturing it and shit?”\n\n“Hon, I’d be very offended if you didn’t.”\n\n“Oh shut up. “\n\n“So hotshot, final answer? “\n\n“I...I...”\n\nReina smiles and chuckles softly. \n\n“Only you Lenny could have reservations about a woman throwing herself at you. “\n\n“I don’t pick up on that kind of stuff...or I get distracted.”\n\n“I know I watched the best Mario Kart player in this county throw a game to you and you just wistfully went on with your day. “\n\n“Should I remind you of the soda machine incident?”\n\n“You do and you’ll be pushing this hunk of junk back home. “\n\nReina smiles and opens the door to get out. To her surprise Lens door and shuts just as quickly. \n\n“You sure Len?”\n\n“Only one to find out right...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She loved dating a paranormal, moreso since she'd revealed her ravishment kink. Her spine tingled as she texted "Surprise me tonight".
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"content": "Dating as an Elder God was...... different.\n\nRelationships that lasted a lifetime for his partners felt like only fractions of a second to \"him\", and those were only the ones that lasted. Most ended as soon as his partner saw him for what he truly was.\n\nThen he met her.\n\nGenerations had passed since his last relationship before he met her. Her bubbly personality was only surpassed by her boundless acceptance of what he was, and what that could do to satiate her desires.\n\nHer text had caught him a little off guard. She knew what he was, but he wasn't sure that she knew the extent of what \"surprise me\" meant to him. Take her to a pocket dimension where he could show her his full form? Unleash a myriad of dimensional holes that would allow parts of him to slip into this reality, and her?\n\nHe knew he had options that she would never think of, but he knew that he had to be careful. He was worried about scaring her, even with her seemingly boundless lust to be taken and shown the limits of pleasure.\n\n*Fuck it. If she's lasted this long, let's see how far she can go.* He thought as a devilish grin passed across his face, and he rang her doorbell.\n\nThe door slowly creaked open, and he felt himself straighten up in as she stood before him. She leaned against the doorway, her grin matching his as she stared into his luminous yellow eyes. She was wrapped in only a sheer white bathrobe that hid nothing, and if anything it accentuated the curves of her body even more as it hung open in the front.\n\n\"I hope you came up with something good.\" She growled as she took his hand and spun on her heel, quickly making her way into the house.\n\nHe grabbed her from behind, gently but firmly pulling her into his arms as he effortlessly lifted her from the ground and kicked door shut with a stray appendage from under his coat. She breathlessly giggled in his arms as she pulled in tighter against him, rubbing herself against his solid frame as he made his way towards her bedroom.\n\nTossing her on the bed, she bounced with the grace of a gazelle, landing on all fours and staring him down with a gaze of animalistic desire as she slightly swayed her hips back and forth, letting her voluptuous breasts dangle below her. His grin turned into an evil smile as he watched her on the bed before him, her nipples hardening as they lightly brushed the silk sheets of the bed.\n\nWithout warning, he snapped his fingers, watching her eyes grow wide with awe as the room around them seemed to melt away. The dissolving room opened up into an invite void of twinkling stars and galaxies around them as they both began to effortlessly float in the void.\n\n\"This is unreal.\" She said in wonder, spinning around, naked now as the clothes had dissolved off her along with the room. \n\nHe watched as her desire for him was overtaken by a sense of wonder and excitement as she twirled around and examined the star scape around her. Her exquisite body seemed to frame itself perfectly as she gave him an exotic dance that could have set galaxies ablaze with the desire he felt for her right then.\n\nShe looked back at him. Spying the lust in his eyes, and her own desires quickly overtook her again as she swam towards him with a grace he'd never seen in any other mortal. She wrapped herself around him as they collided in the infinite void of a reality no human had ever seen before.\n\nHe felt himself begin to unwind from the human form he had taken to blend in on earth. He grew and expanded at an unmeasureable rate, beginning to block put an immense portion of the void around the woman, but she didn't even notice.\n\nShe was lost in the feeling of him blanketing her in an innumerable amount of appendages. She felt hands, tongues, tentacles, and other things that she didn't have words to describe, intertwining themselves across her body. They probed, licked, caressed, and pleasured her in a synchronizing chorus of movement across her body. It felt like he was slowly working his way into her soul and mind as the eldritch being she had given herself to began to show her things that the mortal mind was never meant to experience.\n\nSuddenly, everything seemed to freeze. Even though it was only a millisecond, it felt like an eternity in that timeless place as all movement stopped and the woman felt a presence enter her mind. In the following millisecond, she felt something enter her for the first time.\n\nShe gasped, shaking and spasaming as the eldritch being intertwined their minds, feeding her mind and body with the pleasure he was feeling, and feeding off of hers at the same time. There was a storm of pleasure and blissful sexual energy as their minds melded into a an infinite loop of desire and pleasure. \n\nWith a sudden ferocity, she reached out, grasping an appendage before shoving it into her mouth. She desperately wanted to be stuffed full, and reading that thought, the old God quickly slid another appendage into her ass, feeling the pleasure she felt as she suddenly became airtight.\n\nThis lasted for what felt like an eternity as they drifted through space. Appendages were removed, and new ones inserted at a mind numbing pace. The variety of sensations, textures, and sizes was enough to push her into an insanity inducing level of pleasure and fullness. Those sensations mixed with the mind melding sharing of an infinite loop of pleasure and sensations finally pushed her over the edge.\n\nHer mind went white, her body locking up as she felt the most mind shattering orgasm wash over her like a tsunami.\n\nComing to some time later, she felt herself twitching and moaning slightly as the after effects of the life changing orgasm continued to course through her system. She was laying in her bed again, still wrapped in her sheer bathrobe. She looked around, spying the man sitting on the edge of the bed, panting slightly.\n\nShe smiled as he turned to look at her, \"Again.\" She whispered huskily as he matched her smile, a newfound sense of desire for a mortal running through his system. She would be the one for him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: she thought the web cam was off and that the mic was muted.
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"content": "\n\n\"Bye Steven, I'll see you at the office tomorrow\" Lola said as she ended her conference with Steven. Lola liked him a lot. He was enthusiastic, driven, and an overall wonderful employee. He was easy to look at too.\n\n\"I'm so glad I hired him\" she thought as she stroked her middle finger along the lines of the laptop screen while heading to the couch. \nAs she lay there, she felt a stirring deep with her core, radiating up and down within her. She was thinking about her life and her successes after her divorce, and how she hasn't been touched by a man in what felt like eternity. She knew she would not be able to resist the urges surging within her. \nShe stood and quickly removed her sundress to reveal her naked body. She didn't like wearing bras and panties. They always felt restricting to her body, as if society deemed these areas so shameful they had to cover those areas twice. She loved herself and her flowing sex organs. \nShe cups her hands around her breasts and squeezes them a bit. She tickles her way down her stomach, electricity building between her fingers and her skin, down to her dark pubic hair. She combs the short hair between her fingers, scratching her mons. She can feel the heat radiating, and covers her whole sex with her hands, holding herself with tenderly with pressure. She moans out of pure desire, her whole body trembling within, wanting to be stroked so she can become her version of God, if only for a few seconds. \n\n\"You are the sexiest person I have ever seen Lola\" \n\nLola jumped up terrified and attempted to cover her body with the dress as best she could.\n\n\"Steven is that you? Oh my God, I am SO embarrassed, uhh… I'm so sorry. This is…. So…. Inappropriate. I didn't mean… to.. um…\" \n\nLola stumbled into her dress as best she could to stave off the embarassment. \n\n\"Lola.\" Steven said as he stared at her with admiration. Lola sat down in front of the laptop bewildered. \n\nSteven continues,\n\"You are so beautiful, everything about you is beautiful. The way you love yourself and others, the graceful way you have of being authentically you... Even your childish parts that you try to keep hidden, like when you burst out crying at the office last year because the office paper delivery was 3 days late. Or when you're angry and throw pencils across your office while mumbling obscenities under your breath... Everything about you is just so damn beautiful to witness! And I've been wanting to tell you since the day I met you. But you were my boss so, I didn't. But here we are, naked and vulnerable, literally. What do you want to do next Lola?\"\n\nLola sat there blankly. She had a choice to make. She wasn't sure what to do. \n\n\"Well Lola, what do you want?\" \nSteven asked confidently. \n\nLola blinked a few times for what felt like eternity. She could feel the ecstatic intensity of her words build up in her chest before uttering…\n\n\"Come over. Now\" "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Contest Winner July
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"content": "Thank you so much!\n\nConsent was an interesting theme to work with, but, in many ways, it left things wide open. This led to a bit of indecision, but I ultimately arrived at something I thought would fit. I'm glad to see that my story was chosen. \n\nConsidering the entries from the other competitors, I didn't think this was a sure thing by any means, so congratulations to them as well for putting out work that highlighted the theme. The stories are what makes the sub worth it all.\n\nThis is an honor, and thanks again. I hope to be doing more writing soon, and I'll be sure to keep the prompts coming as well!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She caught him masturbating furiously.
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"content": "Contains >!cheating, blowjobs, titfucking!<\n***\nI swear, I'd lose my head if it wasn't screwed on. I was riding the bus, halfway to the store when I realized that I'd forgotten the bags. I can already hear David's smug, sarcastic voice as I drop my apartment keys on the sidewalk. *Miss me, Erin? You know they're reusable, the stockpile of bags in the closet.* Fuck me. Forty-five minutes, wasted. \n\nKnowing him, he'd still be parked on the couch playing video games. He's one of those rusty-haired boys with effortless fitness, a trim body that never saw the inside of a gym; more Cheeto than Keto. It would have been nice if he offered to help with the shopping, even though it's not his week. I guess dating Maria hasn't improved his empathy skills. As quietly as I can, I unlock the apartment and slip inside. The living room is quiet, no shotguns or screams echoing in the shared space. Thank fuck, he's gone. I tread lightly to the closet but hear a noise down the hall. It sounds like a woman moaning but with our thin walls, I *know* it's not Maria. That cheeky fucker's got a side piece. \n\nUnable to quell my curiosity, I move down the hall, next to David's open bedroom door. He's on his bed, naked from the waist down, looking away from me, his attention focused on a bedside laptop. The panting and moaning coming out of his \"gaming rig\" speakers is remarkably clear, and the video of a woman being fucked in a modern but sterile kitchen leaves little to the imagination. She's got a nice pussy and it's getting furiously pounded by a beefy guy's beefier cock. I guess David is getting his money's worth. \n\nDavid isn't noticing me, too busy grunting and stroking his rather nice looking cock. I've only fantasized about it a couple times, and then stopped when he started dating Maria. It's nice to know that his package exceeds my expectations. Wet from a lubrication, the sounds of his slippery hand moving like a piston compete with the porn star's operatic performance and the combination makes me little horny. I bite my lip to suppress a moan from escaping as he turns onto his back and sighs, his ruby red cock shimmering and wobbling like a flagpole during an earthquake.\n\nI'm barely able to move when he catches me in the corner of his eye and he turns his whole body towards me. We both scream but I'm the first one to move, swinging backwards and slamming against the wall. \"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!\" I yell, face hot like a furnace. The door slams shut and the wind nearly blows me down. Shit. \n\n\"I thought you'd be gone longer,\" he says from the other side. \"Normally, I'd be more, uh, discrete.\"\n\n\"I forgot my bags. Again. It's my fault, really. I'm sorry.\" I'm not one to get frustrated or emotional about embarrassing situations, so I hope I sound earnest. \"I'm…I'm just going to go again. Need anything from the store?\"\n\nHe opens the door and stands with one hand clutching a blanket around his waist. Despite the extra draping of fabric, I'm pretty sure I can see the outline of his erection. Such fortitude. \"Wait a sec. I think I'm in trouble.\" \n\nThere's just a faint expression of plight on his face: a wrinkled brow, lips pulled down, beads of sweat on his temples. Maybe he's hurt, or maybe he wants my opinion because I'm a nurse. Maybe he wants to fuck me raw. \"What's wrong?\" I ask.\n\n\"I took a pill,\" he starts, backing up to his bed, the porno still running behind him. \"One of the *For men only* types. I think it fucked me up.\"\n\n\"Why, David? You don't strike me as someone who has erectile dysfunction.\" I'd never known anyone, let alone *been* with a man who took boner pills. I'm sure whatever garbage he bought from some sketchy gas station was no worse than a Red Bull. \"Do you have the packaging?\"\n\nHe shimmies into his bathroom and presents me with a prescription bottle. Fuck. Fuck doctors with their noses up Big Pharma's ass. There's absolutely no reason for a healthy man like David to have these, and based on Maria's moans when she stays over, there's *nothing* dysfunctional about his junk. \"Why are you taking these? How many?\"\n\n\"Just one, after you left. I came already, really fast, but I… it… stayed hard. It's like I can't feel the climax coming, at all now.\" He looks a little nervous, hands crossed over his lap. I can tell that the cotton is irritating his cock by the way he flinches. \n\nTime to change hats. Nurse Erin is in the room. \"Is it painful? Does it hurt when you touch it?\"\n\nHe shakes his head and finally notices the video still playing and closes the laptop. \"I mean, I can feel it tingle, but it's not like getting kicked in the nuts.\" \n \nHolding up a finger, I tell him to wait and come back wearing blue latex gloves. I'm hoping the veneer of professionalism can help him relax a little for my next big ask. \"Can you show it to me?\"\n\nHe pauses before opening the blanket. Between his legs is a beautiful, thick, red cock, still shiny from the lube. *Don't lose your head* I kneel down before it and sit on my heels and look into his eyes. \"Is it alright if I touch it?\" He nods and I examine the glans first with two fingers. Even through the latex, I can feel his heat, the taut skin yielding to me. David doesn't look in pain but I ask anyway.\n\n\"No, it still just sort of tingles,\" he replies, breathing more normally. I easily slide my two fingers along his shaft and give him pinches to test how hard he is, until I finally reach his base. Each time, I look at his responses. So far, so good.\n\n\"It's not swollen, and you say you're not in pain, so I don't think you have a priapism. Granted, it's been less than an hour and I'd be worried if you were hard for more than four.\"\n\n\"What is it then?\"\n\n\"My professional opinion? You were trying too hard. I didn't see much before, but it looked like you were competing in the jerk-off Olympics. You have to learn to relax, *especially* with these medications.\" I pull off my gloves and they snap loudly before dropping to the floor. Nurse Erin has left the building. \"You know, *I* could help you out, to relieve some of that pressure.\"\n\nThe notion dawns on him and I can see it mulling behind his eyes. \"I have a girlfriend. Maria is a good girl.\" When he speaks, his cock twitches and bends towards me.\n\n\"I'm not going to fuck you, I'm only proposing a little empathy for your situation. Something to take the edge off? No strings.\" Even though I'm between his thighs, I'm in his hands.\n\n\"Okay. But just this once, because I fucked up.\"\n\n\"And I saw too much,\" I say, licking my lips, \"so this is just making us even.\" I pull off my top and bra and let my plump breasts rest on his lap as I start sucking on his delicious cock. \n\n\"Fuck, oh fuck,\" he moans and tenses, his abs flinching with my first pulls. \n\nMoving my hands over his belly, I guide him back down to the bed. \"Relax, David. Just take deep breaths okay?\" He follows my orders and I can feel his thighs soften, even when the hot throbbing shaft grazes my cheek. I go back to work.\n\nUnlike the moshpit masturbation effort I saw him do before, my tongue and lips move with slow deliberate pressure, partly because it helps him relax, but mostly because I want to savor this dick. I love hitting the ridges under the bell, how the subtle play between my mouth and his member seal and release as I bob my head. David puts his hands behind his head and watches me and his eye contact is fucking hot. \n\n\"How does that feel?\" I ask, spreading my spit over his cock with a loving hand. \"Not like a jackhammer, I hope.\"\n\n\"Yeah, it's different. I like it.\" He looks like he wants to say more and does. \"I think your tits look amazing.\"\n\nHaving propped them on his lap like that, I'm glad he notices. \"Do you want to fuck them?\" I find his bottle of lube on the bed and drizzle some on my chest, rubbing it in until I'm glistening.\n\n\"Y-yeah. Fuck yeah.\"\n\nMoving in closer, I hold my breasts around his cock until the tip juts out of my cleavage. He looks like he's going to faint. \"Just relax, remember, just breath. Feels good?\" His wordless response is all I need to start sliding. I lean in to make us both more comfortable and his slick shaft moves in and out of my tits, like a slow moving whack-a-mole. I'd love to ride him, to fuck his brains out, but, boundaries. There'd be no way of walking that back. Instead I remind myself to save something for later and focus on him. \n\nI interlace my fingers and pull them into my chest so I can feel his dick sliding up and down. The extra touch affects him in the most agonizing and charming way, a gasp escaping his open mouth. \"I'm getting close,\" he says with his eyes closed.\n\nI take that as a signal to move faster and he doesn't stop me, breathing a little harder. Bouncing harder, his cock begins to touch my chin and I dip, letting my tongue taste the drop of pre-cum from his hole. As he begins to crest, I follow him, moaning with the same eagerness as he does until at last, his cock erupts between my breasts, smearing cum up and down my skin. No convulsions, no spasms, only a single grunt from his lips as the last spurt leaks over my nipples and fingers. He's softening.\n\n\"Feel better?\" I ask, licking myself. I sure do. He gets himself a hand towel and gives me one too, though, I would have wiped him if he'd asked. \"From now on, no more pills.\"\n\n\"Absolutely. Are you… are you okay?\" He slips on his underwear and jeans in front of me like it was nothing. It *was* nothing. I want to tell him how much I love it, how much more I'd be willing to give, and to take. \n\n\"Yeah I'm fine. I guess we're even now.\" Maybe later.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hypersensitivity condition is a semi-rare disease that causes one random body parts of the afflicted to become just as sexually sensitive, if not more so then their genitalia. While some cases are barely noticeable in daily life others can be quite difficult to live with.
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"content": " \"And you?\" The leader of the support group -- the only one present who was without an abnormal sexual sensitivity (or ASS, as it had been unfortunately named) -- prompted Carly, who simply shrunk back in her seat. The auburn-haired lass seemed less than eager to respond, the eyes of both the leader and the four other members resting on her. \n \"Come now, Carly-\" Poor wording, or an attempt at a pun? \"-we can't welcome you in if you don't let us...\"\n\n Carly opened her mouth, and immediately she shuddered as she tried to speak. Drool dribbled out of her mouth and she quivered more intensely with each stuttering syllable. \"I-I'm C-c-arly... a-and my s-sexual s-sensitivity is...\" She squeezed her thighs, whimpering. \"M-my tongue...!\" She arched her back before hunching over, the girl doing her best to keep her tongue perfecly motionless once more.\n\n \"I could've told you that was why she was quiet. The quiet ones always have something in or around their mouth,\" Jeremy, a dissheveled looking young man remarked. His sensitivity was on the palm of his dominant hand --- an interesting discovery, that one morning.\n\n \"...I see.\" The leader chuckled nervously, and Carly meanwhile silently wished she'd taken the sign language elective in high school. She couldn't have known she'd end up with this disease, though.\n\n \"I bet she's got an interestin' story for how she discovered it though.\" A more heavyset woman to her right responded, a random patch of cloth missing on the left shoulder of her turtleneck.\n\n Carly blushed, opening her mouth and trying to speak more. \"I-It was my f-first of many orgasmic breakfasts...\" She squirmed and pressed her thighs together, trying to make light of her situation as best she could. It never got easier though.\n\n \"My girlfriend's lips are sensitive. She said one way she makes meals more bearable is drinking a lot more liquids than eating solids. Maybe that plus a straw would be a good option for you.\" A middle-aged man spoke up, seeming to tense up any time he shifted in his seat.\n\n \"I-I already do that quite a bit.. It helps, but talking d-does me in...\" She shuddered. \" D-does me in more than... than...!\" Come on, hold it together! \"E-eating...!\" She shuddered, a few concerned voices muttering out as she slumped in her chair with a long whine. A dark spot formed on the crotch of the maroon sweats she was wearing, and expressions of reassurance and understanding met her when she slowly lifted her head. \n Normally, after a stunt like that, she would be asked to leave wherever she was or things would become so tense that she would see her way out... But here, she was met only with caring gazes and a soft reassuring word or two as she readjusted herself.\n\n \"It happens to the best of us. You've got one of the hardest ones to deal with, kid.\" The last to speak, an older woman who seemed to keep her right foot lifted off of the ground, gave a small grin and a thumbs up. \"We're not gonna judge you here, though. This is a *support* group. You could probably overstim on purpose and nobody would blame you --- it can be fun.\"\n\n Carly laughed a little and squirmed in the process, brushing some hair behind her ear. \"S-sometimes...\" She replied in kind, feeling more comfortable now than she had before.\n\nMaybe she could make some progress here... Maybe there could be a 'normal' for her again, with these people...\n\nFin."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're not sure if you're being propositioned or insulted, but, whatever it is, it sure is turning you on...
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"content": "Tags: >!Friendly humiliation !< >!public humiliation !< >! orgasm force!< >!banter !<\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Kiss my ass!”\n\n“Don’t threaten me with a good time!” I responded, grinning broadly. Richard and I have been friends for a good ten years now, and bantering at a party to amuse others is one of our favorite past times. \n\n“Oh, I’m sure you’d love that—kneeling behind me being made to kiss my most disgusting area, all for my amusement!” The twinkle in Dick’s eyes was plain to see, and the grin was about to split his face.\n\nHe wasn’t the only one. It was a small gathering, a viewing of the newest Christmas movie at Richard’s house, which was only next door to mine. Everyone at the movie party knew what we’re like, and relish seeing it.\n\nAlmost as much as I savor the feeling of being verbally outwitted. Unfortunately, this isn’t a secret to anybody either. \n\nI tried to block out the low murmur of chuckles. “Ew, gross! Get real, the idea of being on my knees for you?! As if!” I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him to get to the dip bowl, refilling the stock of French onion goodness on my plate. Trying to act nonchalant. Trying to act as if my face wasn’t redder than Rudolph’s nose. Trying to act as if I weren’t grinning like a little kid. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nAnd a little turned on.\n\nDick and I have no sexual interest in each other, sure…but getting one up or over on each other is the best feeling in the world. We both just happen to be kinksters, so sometimes our pranks and shenanigans can have a slightly sexual flavor. By now, we don’t even care.\n\nAs usual, it seemed like Dick could smell my excitement and embarrassment. A moment later he had snuck up behind me and put his hands on my hips. “Oooh, our little girl’s getting a little flustered, huuuuh? The idea of me making you do all sorts of sexual things to me getting to you, girl?”\n\nI closed my eyes and counted to five. Out loud, to more enthusiastic laughter—which was what I was going for. Hell, if he was going to go all in for a show, so was I. I was just glad that I was able to mask my “resisting the urge to be horny” for “resisting the urge to get angry”. \n\nEverybody believed, that, right?\n\nThen I whipped around, going nose to nose with him, grinning gamely. “You wish. It takes more than that to fluster me, pal. You think you’d have learned this by now.” I gave him my best “snarkily innocent” grin. “You think your dirty innuendo would fluster me? Think again, bozo.” \n\nDick grabbed his backpack. “Oh, I bet I can fluster you real good. In fact, I bet I can have you screaming in two minutes flat—what do you say to that?”\n\nI cocked an eyebrow. “I’ve never screamed at you in my life, no matter how you bugged me. You’re on. Usual rules?”\n\nDick nodded and started giggling excitedly, not even bothering to hide his glee. The ‘usual rules’ I had mentioned earlier were pretty simple—one forfeit chosen by the winner of whatever battle of wit and wills we were having that day. \n\n“You’re such a baby with this stuff, though…there’s no way you’ll make it. I’ll bet if we hadn’t agreed to the bet you’d chicken out in a heartbeat.” \n\nI blushed again, but this type of ‘insult’ was nothing new. I immediately figured he was talking about pain because, and I’ll admit it, I’m a total baby when it comes to pain. Of course, forewarned is forearmed, and I wasn’t about to back down now. “In your dreams. Now just tell me what I have to do. What’ve you got in there, a cane? A brat zapper? I can handle a little pain, dork-breath. I…oh shit.”\n\nIt wasn’t the kinky implement of pain I had been expecting—it was a vibe. Not just any vibe, it was a fucking Hitachi magic wand. I felt my jaw go slack, my eyes widening as the rest of the house whooped and cheered with glee. \n\nI thought I was being threatened. Turned out I was being propositioned.\n\n“All you have to do is sit still with this thing between your legs for exactly two minutes without making a sound,” the glee in Dick’s voice and on his face was bordering on maniacal. “That will win you the bet and I will have to do what eeeever you think of, which I will happily do. But we both know you’re going to be screaming your lungs out in thirty seconds flat. We’ve been friends long enough that I know you’re a stupidly easy cummer.” \n\nI gulped audibly, much to the delight of my now rapt audience. Stupid little shit was right again—I AM a stupidly easy cummer. \n\nDick turned the thing on low and laid it on the edge of the couch. “Go ahead, honey! Lie on back and pleasure yourself! All you have to do is last two minutes!”\n\n“Nuh uh, you said you’d be making her scream.” Mike, my ex, was suddenly behind me, wrapping my upper body in a bear hug. “You have to do it!”\n\n“I’ll time you!” Becky crowed. Becky, Mike’s new girlfriend. \n\nDick raised an eyebrow at me. In that moment, we exchanged a silent look—he was making sure it wasn’t crossing a line. \n\nAnd dammit, it wasn’t. I rolled my eyes, blew a strand of hair out of my face, and smirked at him as if this were the most normal thing in the world. “What do I care who holds it?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The mage's college has a ancient, dark secret burried underneath its cellars. A secret that makes you hornier as you approach the truth.
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"content": "part 1, assisted by ai dungeon set to nsfw mode. Almost all text is mine, though - I'm only using ai dungeon to prevent writers' block. ai dungeon output is bolded.\n\n---\n\"Kiya, we can't be down here!\" Andrea giggled nervously. \"They say it makes you horny and doesn't wear off for days! People will notice,\" she hissed.\n\n\"Nonsense, just because you can't keep it in your pants when you're horny doesn't mean I can't entertain myself. You can leave, I want to see what magic is down here.\"\n\nAndrea sighed. Her friend was determined to understand everything about sex magic, and it was an unkept secret that there was some sort of field of sex magic under the college. The rumors set the tone of what students applied to this mage school, but Andrea wasn't eager to get caught breaking rules for a little arousal.\n\nAndrea picked up a rotting tome from a basement shelf. \"There are interesting spell books down here though. This one looks cool, A History of Sexually Charged Cooking?\"\n\n\"That's not a spell book, it's just bad smut,\" Kiya replied. \"Stop getting distracted and help me lift the grate off the ladder!\" She gestured to the side of the room Andrea had wandered away from. \"I'm not great at low magic physics, do you know how to rig a pully? that grate is really heavy,\"\n\n\"Fine, ok. Grab that rope you found and let's see what we can do with these metal shelves.\" Andrea strode over to the side of the basement. \n\nKiya picked up the rope and followed, their footsteps echoing in the stone basement walls. \"So where should we attach it to be able to lift the grate off the ladder? Oh whew,\"\n\nThey made eye contact and held it. Andrea bit her lip and breathed a bit faster.\n\n\"No getting distracted by sex magic! I want to see what's down the sex ladder!\" Kiya said suddenly. \"Pulley! Lift the grate!\" \n\nAndrea giggled, \"**You have no idea how much I've wanted to try this since I first saw the book. It's so exciting!\"**\n\nKiya smiled at her friend. \"Same, if even one in ten of those stories about this place are true?\"\n\nAndrea pointed to some shelves on either side. \"If we loop the rope around a couple of times like this,\" she held the rope in a looped shape with her hands, \"it'll give us additional leverage. it also means we can slide the rope sideways to move the grate out of the way.\"\n\nKiya followed her instructions, looping her end of the rope. \n\n**\"Done! Now what?\"**\n\n**Andrea stepped back and admired their handiwork.**\n\n\"Now we just need to pull it. Ready?\" Kiya nodded.\n\n\"Ok, count down from three, when I say lift.\" andrea braced herself and kiya followed suit. \"Three, two, one, lift!\"\n\nThe two friends pulled hard on the rope, slowly lifting the thick metal grate off the hole in the floor. \"Now pull to your left!\" Andrea said, pulling to her own right. They set the grate down next to the opening.\n\n\nAndrea giggled. \"Our human bodies were meant for it!\" She walked over to the hole in the floor and peered down the ladder. \"So you're sure we'll be safe enough going down here? Do you think our clothes are warded enough?\"\n\n\"Honestly I'm not sure,\" Kiya replied, looking down after her. \"But we're not the first to go down here and nobody has ever been hurt, just really horny and secretive about what's down here. It can't be that bad, but stay on guard.\"\n\nAndrea's eyes widened and she dashed over to the main entrance door to the basement, grabbing a belt of flasks off the table. \"I brought this for a reason, I'm honestly not sure why I took it off.\" \n\n\"Oh potion belt, good idea,\" Kiya said, as she took off her shirt and ran her hands over her body. \"Gods I'm hot. You're hot too, you know.\"\n\n\"Focus! we haven't even gone down the ladder yet and we don't know how close we are!\" andrea replied, blushing a little at the compliment and her friend's lithe form. \"wait, why did you take off your shirt?\"\n\nKiya looked at her in confusion. \"I didn't wear a shirt?\"\n\nAndrea pointed at the shirt Kiya had just removed. \"yes you did.\" Andrea removed her own shirt as she spoke.\n\n\"Oh, you're right. Ok, let's go.\" Kiya sat down on the edge of the square hole in the floor they'd uncovered and put her foot on the ladder.\n\n\"Are you going to put it back on?\"\n\n\"You took your shirt off, why should I wear mine?\"\n\nAndrea looked down at herself in confusion. \"Oh yeah. I guess that makes sense. Er, wait.\" Andrea looked back to Kiya and giggled. \"The sex magic is already affecting us a lot,\"\n\nKiya's eyes widened. \"Oh. Oh shit. Yeah it is. This is great! let's go!\" She started climbing down the ladder. \"Are you coming?\" She called up after her head disappeared below the edge.\n\nAndrea took her hand off her clothed crotch and followed. \"We didn't put our shirts back on, did we,\"\n\n\"Oh, oops. I guess not.\" Kiya called up, her voice breathy and shaky.\n\n**Andrea descended the ladder, and found herself in a dimly lit stone room. The walls were cracked and water stained, with a few broken urns and pieces of rotten wood furniture lying around.**\n\n[to be continued]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She decided to start experimenting with mysterious self-hypnosis apps. The results were... surprising.
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"content": "My first attempt at anything like this, please be nice :)\n\n-------------------------------------------------\n\n“Hmmm, 5 stars. This should be good” Clara thought to herself as she was browsing through the play store. She had been having trouble sleeping and her friend had recommended an app. Lay down someplace quiet, dark, and private, put your earbuds in, and guarantee relaxation leading to a good night’s rest.\n\n\nFriday night came at last. Work was done until Monday, all she had to do was put the rugrats to bed, and then Clara could finally get a good night’s rest. She hadnt had one in who knows how long… Well she knows, it has been 9 months since the divorce, and it's not the same sleeping alone. Even if she hated the prick, he was a good bed buddy.\n\n9 pm came and went, a glass of red wine or 2 later and Clara was ready for rest. Her normal nightly rituals complete, all that remained was her new app. Laying in bed, she turned the app on and did her best to relax. Now, relaxing when you are told to relax is hard, as in, real hard. Clara was never good at that. So, when she wasn’t being told to relax by some guru wanna be, it was more than surprising, it was… relaxing.\n\nThe app started with some white noise that started to make patterns. Getting lost in these patterns as she tried to make sense of them, Clara found herself… getting lost. As if she was chasing the white rabbit through a labyrinth… each time she almost caught him, he turned a corner and lost him. The chase.. The anticipation… the need to get him… \n\nHer mind lost in the maze freed her hands to… move, to feel. First she gasped as she was about to catch the rabbit, this caused her hands to touch her face. As if addicted, her hands wanted more. The tactile sensations reached feeling, down her neck so long and smooth as she arched her back up. As her hands came down to her heaving chest, her full breasts begging to be touched… groped… held. Her body was reacting to all these sensations, with her mind lost, she was finally able to feel herself, enjoy herself. \n\nThe sojourn down her body passed her tummy, as even that was an erogenous zone for her. Not wanting this to end, the goal as if in sight, her hands found their panty clad destination. The cotton felt amazing, and yet this physical barrier was preventing her from touching. This… denial of pleasures drove her wild. Moaning and sweating, her thighs pressing together as she was almost drooling from her pussy. The cotton panties soaking as she rubbed. Hands, fingers, thighs….she was almost humping herself as her climax was building.\n\nIt wasn't long before she hit her point of no return… she had climaxed with her ex, but this… this was something more. Something primal, something… raw. The waves rippling through her body, one after the other, each one building more.. And more… she almost tried to fight it… so stop it!? She was not thinking, she was only acting, on instinct. Until finally, as if the levy fell, her orgasm ripped through, gushing from her pussy. She had never felt like this before. The aftershocks were almost as bad as the build up.\n\nBefore she was able to catch the rabbit, her body fell to exhaustion… she had not cum like that.. Well ever. But certainly not at all since she split. The sleep she was what could only be described as a coma. Saturday morning came and almost went before she was awoken to the smell of burnt toast. Luckily the older one had been caring for the little ones. Clara’s shower to clean off her good night’s \"rest\" was welcome, as she smiled and thought about how good tonight’s sleep would be..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had a PhD in robotics. Being a bimbo was just the lifestyle she loved, and she didn't have any need or desire to reign in how horny she was.
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"content": "Julie Marks was a blessed and cursed young woman. All her life she had been gifted with rare intelligence, the kind that comes along perhaps only once in a generation. Because of that intelligence, she felt the overwhelming pressure from her parents, teachers, and eventually peers to apply it to something that would change the world. Constantly pushed into the most challenging classes she grew up lonely at first. But her parents had pushed softball and then soccer on her to help her make friends of her own. This too had been a blessing and a curse, restricted in even her free time she had been forced to practice and diet and drill until there was little time left for what she really wanted.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe wanted to be a princess, to have frilly dresses and to have tea parties and play with dolls. However, her parents squashed every girlish daydream and impulse, the closest she came to playing with dolls was when her father had introduced her to robotics and she had made a small humanoid robot on her own. This became her secret escape at first, but then her passion as she explored it further. The machines didn't have any expectations of her, they didn't want to control her life.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAs Julie got older she found herself questioning things, she had constantly been surrounded by children much older than her in her classes. She saw how all the boys paid the most attention to the women who developed early and well. How they seemed obsessed with the girls who's mammaries grew the largest and were the most prominent. Her mind filed this all away in it's subconscious and as she got older and discovered porn that perception further twisted. These porn stars almost all had large enhanced tits, or they were super slutty and always horny using any hole to satisfy their man. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe night she discovered bimbo porn was a life-changing event. Here were girls who embodied everything she had learned was attractive to men, big tits, huge ass, cock sucking lips, and they were always horny and thinking about sex! Add on that every one of them was unencumbered by intelligence, able to focus on her base needs and desires and Julie was certain that was the ideal woman in her mind.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe'd met Mark online, she had been chatting in a bimbo porn thread and Mark had been so hot in describing why he loved bimbos. He was shy and vulnerable in a way that was endearing, so she had messaged him. At first, he didn't believe she was a woman, instead of thinking he was being catfished but she made a bold decision to dispel that quickly. She wrote his and her username over her cunt and sent him a photo of her bald pussy with their names only a few minutes into their conversation. Mark had been hooked from that moment on.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJulie had explained she wanted the beauty and freedom of being a bimbo but was scared of how the world and her family would react. Mark had found it fascinating that such an intelligent and beautiful woman would want to become a mindless bimbo but he supported her choice and could understand her reasons. He, on the other hand, was shy and had not had the best experience with dating, he loved bimbos for entirely different reasons. Julie had listened raptly as he explained he loved their outgoing sexuality, that they clearly wanted male attention, and that they were so amazingly forthcoming and direct with their sexual desires. He hated chasing women and trying to decide if their sex drives matched his own. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nTheir conversations evolved past the fetish and they soon found a number of things in common. When they found out they were only a few hours apart Mark had suggested meeting in public halfway between so they could have a date and decide if they wanted more. Mark had shown up looking handsome and trying to impress when he showed to their chosen restaurant, Julie had been listening to Mark and showed up in pink high heels, a tight pink micro skirt, and a cleavage-baring tight white top, and a blonde wig. The city the met in was miles away from where she normally stayed but she decided to take the initiative.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMark clearly got the hint, a little time playing the vapid bimbo girl and his hand had slid under her skirt to find no panties. A rushed check and their food taken to go had led to a rushed hotel room and a lot less clothing. Julie had worn the blonde wig and pink heels the whole time as she begged Mark to plow her bimbo cunt and teach her what she was good for. In their rush, she forgot to have him wear a condom, and his bare cock spraying cum deep in her pussy as she vapidly begged for more probably contributed to her orgasm as much as Mark's actual attention. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe date turned into a weekend holed up in the hotel, her playing vapid little bimbo and Mark making all the decisions for the new couple. Julie was happy she didn't have to think, Mark just told her what to watch, what to wear, what to eat, and when to spread her horny cunt and get fucked. It was hard for her to go back to her normal life after that, and before long Mark had moved to be with her and the two lived together.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTheir relationship made Julie happier than she had ever been before but every time they went out of the house she had to hide her bimbo nature, and when she was with Mark she sometimes found it hard to quiet her mind and embrace her bimbo self. She needed more, her fantasies grew more and more intense as she wanted to truly become the mindless horny bimbo of her dreams.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThey had discussed surgery but Mark was worried about the health risks, and Julie was worried about backlash from her peers and family. It all seemed hopeless until Julie made a breakthrough at the lab. Now she was staring at a vial of grey goo, a fluid in which millions of tiny nano-bots floated, awaiting a purpose. All she had to do was finish the programming, pick it up, and slide that injection into her bloodstream..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was training to keep gaming while under distraction. She hadn't quite counted on how her roommate, given free license, decided to try to distract her...
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"content": "\"Please, Jessi?\" Olivia pleaded with me. \"I need your help, I've tried everything else. I need to get better.\"\n\nLiv had been trying to go pro in the gaming circuit for a while. She played all kinds of games, fighting, RPG, racing, sports, first-person shooters, and a bunch more I probably didn't even know about. She was good, way better than me, I liked the occasional sim or JRPG but mostly stuck to reading and television in my spare time.\n\n\"Fine,\" I said with a huff, I set my book down. \"What do you need me to do?\n\n\"Yay!\" Liv practically cheered and hugged me. She was a larger girl than me, in more ways than just weight and her marshmallow tits pressed to my own smaller breasts. I thought of Liv as a friend, but when she was this close and rubbing against me it was hard not to think dirty thoughts.\n\n\"So,\" Liv started to explain. \"What I need you to do is to try and distract me while I play. Ask me questions, play music, clap, shout, do whatever you can think of to distract me. I can't lose focus and I'm running out of things I can do to try to distract myself.\"\n\n\"Anything?\" I said before I actually thought about it, one of those dirty thoughts creeping into my head. \"You'll let me do anything if I help you?\"\n\n\"Well yeah, except blocking the screen,\" Liv said after she thought about it. \"That's not allowed in tournaments so that will never be an issue.\"\n\n\"And you promise not to get upset about it?\" I said hesitating about my plan. \"No matter what I do?\"\n\nLiv must have sensed something in my tone of voice and maybe she suspected some of what I might have in mind. She thought a moment and then nodded enthusiastically.\n\n\"I promise I won't get upset.\" She beamed at me and I smiled back at Liv. I got up and grabbed my coat and keys as I headed for the door. \"Where are you going?\"\n\n\"Well I figured we'd start tomorrow when I'm ready,\" I said with a grin, then looked a little more serious. \"And I uh, need some hygiene products.\"\n\nLiv nodded and waved to me and I slipped out before she could ask any more questions. Luckily she was engrossed in her game when I came back and snuck my packages up into my room. She was in for one nasty surprise tomorrow.\n\nIt killed me to wait, but in the evening we sat down and ate dinner together. Liv had cooked since I was doing her a favor, and she wasn't a bad cook at all. She hadn't asked me about helping her train all day, and I honestly was beginning to wonder if she had forgotten or given up on trying to get me to help her, still, a promise is a promise.\n\n\"You ready to train?\" I finally asked when I couldn't wait any longer. Liv beamed at me.\n\n\"I was worried you'd backed out,\" Liv said and then headed for the living room to set up her game. Meanwhile, I headed upstairs and brought down a bag of things I had prepared. She glanced at the bag but I hid it behind my back playfully.\n\n\"No peeking,\" I teased and smiled at the other girl. \"You'll ruin the distraction.\"\n\n\"Okay let's start, I'm going to play Death Race 99K first,\" Liv said and started to sit down.\n\n\"Can you lay on your stomach?\" I looked at Liv and smiled as innocently as I could manage.\n\n\"Why, going to spank me?\" Liv was grinning as she asked that, but her tone was playful and she giggled. \"Maybe that will distract me.\"\n\n\"Something like that,\" I said even as she laid down and started up the console. She started passing through menus as I sat on the couch behind her and started pulling out a few things. Once I had them laid out and she had started the first race I got up and walked around her. Standing just to the side of the screen I pulled my shirt up quickly, exposing my bare tits and shaking them at her.\n\n\"Jessi! Oh my god!\" Liv started to laugh but her focus didn't waver. \"I mean I sort of expected that but good try. And you know I've seen those before when you accidentally dropped your towel that one time. They are super hot, but not a good enough distraction.\"\n\nI smiled and moved out of her vision. It wasn't an accident I dropped my towel, but Liv hadn't taken the bait, I had wondered if she wasn't interested but apparently the incident stuck in her head more than I thought. I moved around behind her and started to pull down her pants. She squirmed.\n\n\"God Jess! What are you?\" Liv tried to move away but I grabbed hold of her waistband and held on.\n\n\"You said anything!\" I said laughing then I warned her. \"You're starting to swerve.\"\n\nRefocusing on the game Liv got her car under control and continued the race. I pulled her pants down and eventually completely off. I was surprised that Liv was wearing far sexier panties than I expected and it made me wonder if she had expected something like this. Reaching back to the couch I grabbed a little bottle of lube. Smearing some on a finger I reached down.\n\nLiv nearly crashed her car when I pulled her panties aside and pressed my lubed finger against her asshole. She shrieked but then got her vehicle back under control, but had fallen several spots behind.\n\n\"Jess, you can't do that!\" Liv groaned as I pushed my finger deeper and I could feel her clenching down on my finger. \"That's too much.\"\n\n\"You said anything!\" I said as I stroked her hole with my lubed finger, coating her hole with the lube. \"Do you really want to train or are you giving up.\"\n\n\"Noo...\" Liv groaned and let out a slight moan as I toyed with her ass. \"Go ahead... I won't complain again.\"\n\nWith a wicked smile, I reached back and grabbed the next thing I wanted to use on her. Pulling my finger out of her hole I instead rubbed lube on the nozzle in my hands making sure it was well coated as I didn't want her to experience discomfort from this step. Pushing the nozzle into her rectum she groaned again, I held up the bag after the nozzle was buried deep in her ass.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" Liv asked but she didn't tell me to stop and she remained focused on the screen. I grinned and then opened the pinch clamp and let the warm liquid drain from the bag into her asshole as gravity did most of the work and the liquid-filled her bowels. \"Oh god! Are you giving me an enema?\"\n\nI laughed as she finally realized what was going on, she started another race as I let the full bottle empty into her.\n\n\"Well of course!\" I said with a laugh. \"You might need to go to the bathroom in the middle of a game, and I couldn't make you drink a bunch of water so this is the next best thing.\"\n\n\"Oh god, you're sick.\" Olivia groaned and bit her lip as I finished the bag and pinched it off. I pulled the nozzle from her ass and she let out a gasp. \"Jess! You gotta warn me.\"\n\n\"You wouldn't have any warning in the middle of a match would you!\" I teased but was already rubbing lube over the next item I had planned. \"Maybe I can help you though, I have something that you can wear that may keep you focused longer. Would you like it?\"\n\n\"Yes please!\" Liv practically pleaded. \"I feel so full.\"\n\n\"You're just getting started.\" I practically cackled and pushed the plug against her ass. Smearing it around I pushed the toy deep into her ass and it popped in once her hole had swallowed most of it.\n\n\"FUCK!\" Olivia groaned. \"God, that is almost worse, so full!\"\n\n\"Well, when you finish the race you can go,\" I said with a grin, there were several more laps left and it was going to be a while. I covered up the other items on the couch and then watched her as she squirmed and tried to stay focused on the race. I was laughing by the time she finished the race and got up. I could tell she was trying to hold it in and she practically waddled to the bathroom."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] I dare you to try and invent a new fetish that no one on earth has ever had.
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"content": "It was called a monotonic sound lobby which was a rather bland name for a club that could kill you if the power went out. On the outside it looked like any other rave club with a stairway and neon lights leading you down into a deep basement where the walls were lined with speakers and posters and drinks were being shared amongst everyone but that was all the pre-game. At a certain time each night the real show would start. \n\nThe DJ of this club was a alien AI that was not understood at all by human beings. Scientists were pretty sure it had something to do with moving tectonic plates using only electromagnetic pulses but with a little manipulation it could create songs and beats unlike anything human teach could ever do. These songs , played on speakers throughout the club, enter a person's body and made them move in time with the beat. \nWithin minutes of the show starting everyone in the club's heartbeat matched perfectly to the music. Soon after everyone's skin in the club tingled in waves perfectly linked to the waves of highs and lows coming from the speakers. Then the fun would start because as the people touched each other the music would change and waves of pleasure and desire would come from the music.\n\n The music would guide and manipulate people into touching and grinding against each other or maybe the people would be manipulating the music either way the orgy that erupts on the dance floor would be in perfect time to the beat. Every touch was part of the song and every one felt unified in extacy. \n\nThe people go to that club in order to listen to the music but the music plays with the people. Every time the beat drops the women in the room orgasm and every time the song comes to a crescendo the men cum on command. Luckily the song always ends slowly fading off into the background of sweaty panting people laughing and cheering as they regain control of their own heartbeats and go back to the bar for another drink."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] You are trapped on an island floating in space with slime girl can transmutate matter into anything. You must keep feeding her your seed to grow your home
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"content": "# \"That Time I was Trapped on an Island with a Cute Slime Girl\"\n\nDay 1: To whoever decides to read this, this is a diary detailing my time as a castaway. Before I start, I should mention that I only started this 4 days after I found myself on this island, so you may want to add a few days to every entry. But that's not important, is it. Rather, Who am I? and Why am I here?\n\nMy name is Yoshinori Sako, and I am trapped on and island in space, with a cute slime girl.\n\nAs to why I'm on this island, I have no idea. One moment, I was in my space-van, sipping juice while I rode the cosmic winds; the next, I was on this island, with nothing on my body, not even clothes, and a blue-green, slimy mass near me. It would have slipped my vision, had the blob been in the forest behind me, instead of the sandy beach we were sitting on.\n\nI looked around, and I saw that the island was in space of all things, even though I could breathe, which a clear sign of a habitable planet; a breathable atmosphere, conducive to life, and possibly society. Of course, after some exploration, I found no form of civilization, and the only source of water on the island was a lake in the center, as the outer beach I woke up on was connected to nothing but the black void of space, with Meteors streaking across the sky like a painters brush. On the beach itself, there was nothing on it, except some sticks, stones, me, and the slime besides me.\n\nI wasn't entirely sure what the slimy thing was, or if it was even safe to touch, so I found a stick nearby, and poked it, trying not to do any damage. I was surprised by it twitching as I touched it. I was more surprised by the slime absorbing the stick entirely, and then transforming from a blob, into a Human Female. \n\nBefore you ask, yes, Humans are not the only intelligent lifeforms in the universe. There were Alpians, a species that look like the lovechild of the fantasy elves, and cartoon aliens, with slim bodies, long ears, and black, insectoid eyes. There were the Sanorgs, a race of brutal, warmongering reptillians, who looked like the result of a one-night stand between Orcs, and giant lizards. I'm not even talking about the Duersi, Aggamen, or the hundreds of species that existed in our homely little corner of this universe. But there was one thing that's well known across these parts; living slimes do not count as an intelligent lifeform. So I was freaking out when the slime that I poked turned into a pale, blonde haired girl , and I wasn't even started on the fact that it could speak, which it did by screaming in a feminine voice, asking,\n\n\"Who the hell are you!?\"\n\n\"Uhh, Uhhh.\", I stuttered for a moment, before I said,\" My name is Yoshinori Sako, but you can call me Sake for short.\"\n\n\"Oh, well then. I guess I should introduce myself.\", the Slime-Girl responded. She got up, and faced me, showing off the fact that she wasn't wearing any clothing at all. She raised her right hand, and placed her hand on her breast, before she proudly spoke,\n\n\"I am Elizabeth Cordovin-de-Limon, and I, I..\" She immediately cupped her stomach, as her proud boast whimpered into a quiet moan,\" am hungry...\"\n\n\"Alright, I saw some coconuts over there, maybe there are edible ber-\" I offered, but she stopped me\n\n\"NO! Err... I don't eat that sort of stuff, I just absorb it, to transmute it into anything I want. No, the only thing I can eat..\" She pointed at me, and then pointed at my exposed dick \"... is semen. Warm, creamy, semen.\"\n\nAt that moment, I thought,' This has to be a dream, right?' I mean, waking up on an island, with a beautiful woman beside me, who wanted to consume my semen, as a form of sustenance, seems just too far our there. It would be something a buddy of mine, Joe, would say when we were drinking, and he was flat-out drunk, raving about the so-called \"Weird Shit\" he did everyday. I was proven wrong, as a self-inflicted pinch proved that I was still on the island, with a girl who wanted my semen. Knowing him, he would be ripping his pants off right now, if he were in my situation. Hell, I have nothing on, I'm a whole step ahead of him. I made my choice; I would let Elizabeth suck my cock.\n\n\"Alright Elize, I'll let you, uhh, suck my cock.\", I proposed, as I laid down on the beach, giving her a show of my body.\n\n\"Oh, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! I'll be sure to make you happy~.\", She said with a smile, as she dropped to all fours, stroking my cock.\n\nAs she stroked me, I noticed a couple of things about her. One: she looked like a classical beauty, with the exception being her blue/green eyes, and a few streaks of green braided into her blonde mane. And Two: Any form of liquid on, or in, her was a pale green, likely because of her physiology. \n\nShe looked at me and I looked at her. She had that look, the Girl-Next-Door, the person who you knew by nickname, the person you wouldn't even dream about fucking, she was just that innocent. She looked at me, and starting deepthroating me without any hesitation. \n\nI was shocked by how quickly, and how efficiently she could suck my cock; She was like a well-trained hooker, one with no hesitation or qualms. Her mouth was warm, slick, and firm, with a vacuum seal, perfect for milking me of my cum. It was like a well fitted glove, as every inch she sucked was stimulated by her tongue, and it took everything I had to not cum within a few seconds. But she was a demon for my semen, and I could only last for a minute before I came.\n\nI came hard. I came harder than I ever did before, I came with a force that could make a hose seem like a water gun in comparison. That how much she made me cum, and she made me cum even more, since she was taking it like a champ, swallowing every drop until I stopped out of exhaustion. As she finally looked up, she noticed how tired I looked, and summoned a glass of water from her body, and gave it to me, so I could recover from the act. After chugging the glass down, I asked her,\"\n\n\"Hey, you feeling full, or do you need to go another round?\"\n\n\"No, I'm quite full right now, even with the glass that I created.\" She said, as she crawled up to me in a sensual manner, laying on my shoulder.\n\n\"Hey, How much stuff can you create, at any time?\" I asked her, as I looked towards the sky above us.\n\n\"Essentially an infinite amount, so long as I have the materials to work with.\" She responded, with a curious look on her face.\n\n\"Alrighty then, I have a plan. It's quite simple really; Build a rocket ship, create fuel for the ship, and leave this island, and look for the ones who brought us here.\" I told her, in response to her answer. Of course, the plan would have to be delayed for a bit, as we would need shelter to survive until the next day. Besides, we would still need to gather the materials for everything. I already had the knowledge to build a ship, and create fuel, given my stint as a ship builder/mechanic before I became bored of my job and decided to go on a universe-spanning road trip.\n\nAs for those materials, the meteors I saw above us would be drawn closer to our island with a Gravity Cannon, and with her almost voracious appetite for cum, we would be done within a month, if we made our escape our top priority. Still, doing all of that by myself would be suicide for my sanity, which is why I was lucky that I woke up with a companion for my time here.\n\nAt the very least, this would be a nice diversion from travelling the universe, and I might even get a travelling buddy, if she was down for that.\n\nAnyways, I'm going to bed right now, so I'll try and update this in the morning.\n\nGood night, Reader.\n\n- Yoshinori Sako, Sake"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Survival Horror + Lewd Stuff. Could be a Zombie Apocalypse, Hell itself, Haunted House, etc. The main character, either way, should have to balance resources in a scary scenario that may or may not end with a rough fucking or even several rough fuckings.
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"content": "Johnny knew he doesn't have the supplies for long, and there is no help in sight, but he will make the most of what he does have... Plenty of space, and the ONE zombie he really wanted to get his hands on. \n\nYou see, zombies individually are not dangerous. Most of their cognitive functions are gone, leaving just basic instincts, like pleasure and pain and hunger and satiation. It is when they gather in GROUPS that they started forming group minds, and that's dangerous. \n\nAnd Johnny has this one all alone, in his shelter. Chained. Locked. \n\nAnd Johnny has a plan..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Horror tropes turned erotic
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"content": "Instead of the killer immediately murdering those two idiots who always have sex near the beginning, he/she joins in.\n\nOr the werewolf young villagers are \"sacrificed\" to is actually keeping its harem fresh. Handling its heat cycle is necessary for the safety of the village.\n\nThe vampire gets off on ambushing people and making them climax hard af while he/she drinks their blood. Alternatively, the vampire may befriend people and then coerce them for a more sustainable pool of \"victims\".\n\nDream demon gains power through lust rather than fear. Bonus points if it kills people that reject the lust it inspires. It is still a demon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You tried to take every step to make sure your inter species marriage started off right. But you couldn't prepare for your wife going into heat.
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"content": "I sat there, in a cocoon of nesting materials, with everything save my dick and head uncovered. My wife walked in the room as she had for the past few days. Glaxa was an insectoid. Her torso and head were soft and humanoid, save the chitin plating along her sides, antenna and extra set of eyes. Below that, however, she was more obviously alien. She had large insectial abdomen with four legs and a single large, wet hole she calls a \"breeding vent\".\n\n\"How did you sleep, honey?\" Glaxa asked\n\n\"You know should know.\" I responded\n\n\"Look, I get your balls ache and the nest is uncomfortable, but you're the one who wanted to do this \"traditionally\"\"\n\n\"You have a point, but still, when are we going to get to the mating?\" She scuttled over over and sniffed at me.\n\n\"Based on how much you're whining about your testies and the strong scent I'm getting off you, I'd say really soon! Anyways, let's get to feeding you.\" She climbed up the wall and pressed her vent to my face. Whenever I'd eaten her out, I'd wonder \"what's that sweet taste.\" That was jelly. At the start of this season, after I told her I wanted children and we started this. She explained she was going feed me the sperm count boosting, sickly sweet stuff which flowed out of her not-vag, until I was deemed properly fertile by her nose.\n\nMy balls were painfully blue and I was sick of the saccharine taste. I didn't know if I could ever eat her pussy again. I had no other choice but to lap it up, and those soft, sexy moans and encouragements she let out as I worked her groin were some consultation. I licked deep, finding the thick, translucent green slime I'd been forced to live off for a week. She orgasms, was always a screamer, but never discharged, until now, as a torrent of bug sludge washed across me while she howled murder.\n\nAfter a bit of panting, she crawled down as to have our a eyes meet. She embraced me, grasping around my silken bondage gear. A lustful fire filled her eyes.\n\n\"I think your ready...\" She moved up slightly more, positioning her sticky gash our my dick, inadvertently smothering me in her massive jiggly tits. She slowly lower herself onto my rock hard cock, teasing my love rod as genitals met, before slamming down. Her vent was warm and tight, warmer and tighter then any other woman I had ever been with, and pleasantly slimy. She bounced up and down my 7 inches, both of us moaning, whimpering and whispering nothings, though mine where muffled by the DD breasts my head was sandwiched between. We came together, both shouting, I was cumming the thickest spunk I'd ever had. I kept shooting for like minute too, I think I gave her a bucket worth at least.\n\nShe instinctively cut me loose, and I checked the clock. It was 2 AM, we fucked for 12 hours. Ordered a pizza and went to bed after scarfing it down. It was the most exhausted and happy I had ever been."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The God(dess) of BDSM appears before you and demands you satisfy their godly lust for kinky depravity, this intimidates you at first but it quickly becomes apparent that they are totally a sub.
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"content": "(Bondage, collar play, kissing, slave and master, bdsm)\n\nI just a long days work. The amount of bullshit I had to put up had made me so stress I almost didn’t see the woman standing in front of me.\n\n“Who are you and how did you get into my house? The door was lock and we’re on the 12th floor.”\n\n“That doesn’t matter, for now I have chosen you to fulfill my lust and hunger. I am the Goddess of bdsm and I demand you satisfy me now!”\n\nMy danger sense was going off the roof, something wasn’t right I could feel it, yet she didn’t try to control me... why wasn’t the bdsm Goddess trying to control me? I smirk as I realize what this meant.\n\n“You’re a sub aren’t you?”\n\nShe shyly nodded her head.\n\n“Oh this is too good. Okay I’m going to dominate you now. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you sing my name. Now take off that outfit, you don’t need it.”\n\nShe undressed herself in a rush before I raise my hand. \n\n“Slowly, I want to enjoy every moment of this.”\n\nShe resumes but at a much slower pace. I look on with a smirk on my face as if to show that I hold all the cards and I am in control here. Now she stands before me in all her naked glory. \n\n“Good girl. It feels a lot better without all that leather to keep you pin up.”\n\n“Yes, this feels better. What does master what me do next?”\n\n“See this collar? I’m gonna put it on your neck. Do anything I don’t say and I pull it. Do as I say, you’ll get to keep a very lovely collar on your neck.”\n\nI put the collar around her neck, making sure it’s tight enough to hold her but loose enough that she has some vain hope of struggling against it’s grip.\n\n“Tug your new collar a bit. I’m gonna kiss you while you moan and struggle to free yourself understand?”\n\n“Yes master, my body is yours to defile.”\n\nI kiss her cheeks first. To test if she’ll moan, she does. It sounds so beautiful, like a bird singing a morning song. I continue down the neck, skipping the collar bit and lick her chin before heading further down. \n\n“When I reach your pussy, I want you to sing my name in those wonderful moans. If you do I’ll eat you till your a mess on the floor.”\n\n“Oh Blaze please, please do so. I’ll sing like a bird!”\n\nI yank the leash and force her down on her knees.\n\n“That’s my good girl.”\n\nI was tempted to skip the shoulders, but I felt it right to make her wait for as long as possible. She didn’t complain. I kiss her shoulders and she moan while trying to take the collar off. She was faking it but I didn’t mine, I knew she wanted that collar on. I moved to the edge of her boobs slowly kissing them until I reached the sweet spots. I loved the sounds she made as I got closer and closer to her tips. So tempting to suck them, yet that wasn’t what I promise and denial now meant greater rewards later. I skipped the nipples and went further down the belly keeping to the center. She was twitching with lust, her pussy already starting to leak a bit and she couldn’t stop saying my name over and over.\n\n“Oh Blaze that feels so good! Don’t stop, eat to your hearts content! Blaze I love you so much right now! Blaze!”\n\nWell with passion like that who was I to say no? I finally reach her pussy. It was dying to be eaten. I gave it the biggest kiss I could give and slowly edged my tongue into it. It open up fairly easy, though enough kisses will do that. I started to feel around for that Sweet spot. When her moans became nothing more then that and I could feel the bump inside I knew I found it. I kept the same pace I had been going at and suck her pussy with my lips while my tongue lick her on the inside around that sweet spot. We must’ve gone on for hours. She eventually came right into my mouth. I always wonder what a goddess’ cum taste like. Before letting her go I put my finger on her still leaking pussy, took some of the cum and rubbed it around her pussy. She looked so embarrass yet I simply simile.\n\n“Come back any time you need someone to help you sweetie.”\n\n“I will, you have earned my favor and blessing.”\n\nWith that a flash of red blinded me for a second and then she was gone.\n\nThank you u/lbspredh for making the prompt. Was interesting writing dirty for the first time in awhile."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She didn't realize what having been impregnated by another species would be like, not least of all that it would be so... Erotic.
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"content": "Their song drew her to their cove.\n\nElma had been venturing through the forest, scouting the land for any danger, when the most wondrous melody drifted into her ears. The fear of the unknown ebbed away. Her initial unease at such a song drifting through the trees quickly vanished.\n\nShe made her way to its source. Three beautiful women, their bodies both human-like and bird-like, gathered together in chorus.\n\nEven as they noticed her, they did not stop singing. As Elma approached, their song continued. When she came close enough for the first to wrap her feathery wings around her, Elma's presence still didn't deter their melody.\n\nThe graze of their feathers against her exposed skin brought a shudder through her body and a warmth inside of her. With the wings of one holding her, one of the three stopped her song.\n\nShe began to kiss Elma, and Elma kissed her in turn.\n\nThe tone of their song shifted, and what had first sparked fascination now provoked desire. The ends of their wings caressed her body, and she longed to feel their soft feathers upon every inch of her flesh.\n\nThey seemed to understand, and allowed her to undress. To bare herself, just as these feathered women were exposed.\n\nEach break in their melody to kiss her seemed a natural part of their song, as if her own presence in this performance had been planned all along. Elma's contributions were soft moans and sighs, her body pressing into the feathered bodies and shapely curves of the bird-women. They bore large breasts and wide hips, matronly figures.\n\nAs one kissed her, another broke from the song to start rubbing a pink fluid upon her lips. The third carried on their song, wrapping her wings around Elma and lowering her to the ground.\n\nOne continued to kiss her. The third, the one with the lip-gloss, began to gently suck on Elma's clit.\n\nHer moans and cries threatened to drown out the lone performance. Every gentle peck seemed more intense than the last. She would have been writhing had the one holding her not kept such a firm embrace. It was almost too much for her to take, and even in her near-mindless state, awareness of her impending climax was all too clear.\n\nElma screamed as she came, her juices splashing over the face of the one teasing her clit. A second squirting sensation followed, but one so alien to her hazy mind. It seemed like her clit had been twitching, spurting...\n\nThe three continued their embrace and pleasure. Their positions kept Elma from having a good view of what was below her waist, yet it soon became clear that the clitoris the one siren was teasing was no mere nub any longer. Her lips slid up and down the length of it, her tongue caressing it and grazing her pussy-lips, until Elma came once more. The feeling of her clitoris squirting was even stronger now with this orgasm.\n\nFinally, the sirens lifted away from her, letting Elma look upon her naked body. Her bared, modest breasts. Her slender build. The nine-inch penis that her clit had grown into.\n\nNo hint of revulsion came at the sight, and any would have been washed away as all three sirens resumed their mutual melody, even as the first lowered herself onto Elma's new penis. Even as Elma screamed out with delight at the tight pussy squeezing around her cock. Even as the siren pushed herself up and down on the shaft, her large tits bouncing with her every movement.\n\nWhile Elma's climax was still as loud and inelegant, the rising pitch of the one riding her felt like a natural part of their aria, and so was the long, sustained note that accompanied her pussy clamping tight around Elma's cock, squirting warm fluids over Elma's crotch.\n\nShe was the first. Then the other two took their turns, each coming to equally-harmonious climaxes. Their song didn't break for a moment, even as the three embraced Elma afterwards.\n\nWhat felt like mere moments in the scout's mind was in fact a week, a week of pleasure with these creatures. They nourished her with their breast milk, letting her suckle from their breasts until she was full. Even with her feedings, their bosoms were swelling further, and so were their bellies.\n\nOne of them, each day, would apply that pink gloss to her lips and then suck Elma's penis. She understood eventually that whatever they used was what had caused her to grow a cock. Yet their song washed away most other concerns or ideas that might arise in her mind.\n\nWhat remained foremost, however, was the sirens' pregnancies. Each of them soon bore large bellies, almost as big as a human about to give birth. Coupled with their enlarged breasts, their visage was as beautiful to Elma as it was lust-arousing.\n\nThe evening came when two of the sirens had finished riding Elma. They wrapped one wing each around her, laying upon the ground with her, while the third knelt near Elma's crotch.\n\nA spurt of juices erupted from her pussy, followed by some kind of shaft. For a moment, Elma thought one of the sirens had grown a penis too, and was about to impregnate her as well. To be a mother of these creatures' child...\n\nThis shaft grew longer, and the siren brought it to Elma's pussy. She pushed it in, the shaft seemingly growing longer within Elma. It expanded within her, stretching her pussy wide-open.\n\nTheir song became its most numbing yet, perhaps to help the human cope with the process. What Elma felt when the large bulge through this shaft pushed against her pussy lips wasn't pain, but intense pleasure. Both struggled, with Elma grinding against the bulge and the siren's panting working its way into their melody.\n\nFinally, the bulge pushed into her opening, and with heavy rises of her song, the siren forced it deeper, inch by inch. Elma's eyes had rolled back in her head, cradled by the other two sirens' wings. She came again and again, with the last being when she finally felt her stomach stretch with the bulge.\n\nIt might have taken hours for Elma's song-entranced mind to register what had happened. To finally look down at her body, to see the siren with her strange shaft buried in her no longer bearing her pregnant belly...and to see Elma's own stomach swollen with the egg the siren had just laid in her.\n\nThe siren drew her shaft out, the organ withdrawing into her body. Then she lowered herself onto Elma's cock, and rode it until climax.\n\nOne of the other sirens took her turn. She gingerly mounted Elma's cock, their stomachs coming to rest against each other. Though she moved slower than their previous matings, something about the feeling of their pregnancy bellies touching, the weight of the new life these creatures had blessed her with...\n\nElma's screams were almost melodic themselves, and continued in this way as the other sirens made love to her.\n\nThe lip-gloss fellatio continued, as well as other forms of lovemaking. Elma came to love eating out one of them, while another ate her out and the third rode her cock.\n\nSoon enough, the siren who'd laid her egg in Elma was pregnant once more. The others' pregnancies had grown further, and Elma's belly had swollen with them. The three took delight in massaging her belly, in rubbing her tender breasts with their wings. The human's tits had nearly tripled in size, and just as the sirens nourished her, she allowed them to partake of her milk often.\n\nDespite the effects of their song, a certain lucidity remained in Elma, enough for her to realize the day when she finally went into labour. She and two of the others gave birth to their daughters. Each child looked much like the sirens, with a slight resemblance to Elma. Her heart filled with joy as she held each of them, knowing they were hers and theirs.\n\nThe siren who still bore her pregnancy tended to their daughters. The other two brought Elma to the water's edge, wrapping their wings around her and taking turns to kiss her. Upon her cheeks, upon her lips. Upon her neck, upon her still-swollen breasts.\n\nThen both stopped singing.\n\nAnd one spoke in the human tongue.\n\n\"Join us.\"\n\nThey started to sing a simple melody, and once Elma understood its pattern, she started to sing along. Her voice was far from the beauty of theirs, but before long — or perhaps it did take long, her mind too hazy to discern the days — she could sing along with the three. Even when their song changed, it was if she knew where it would go by heart.\n\nEven as they raised their new flock, the sirens continued to use Elma to fertilize their eggs. One would lay her egg into Elma, as usual — and each time it became easier, as if her vagina was accustomed to the eggs being forced into her. Or perhaps it was the widening of her hips and that passage that aided the oviposition.\n\nHer breasts remained large, rising and lowering like the tides with each pregnancy. The feathers that came to adorn her body soon overtook her arms and legs, transforming them into wings and thick limbs.\n\nHumans would never come to settle the isle on which they resided, with their scout having never returned. But sailors passing by would report hearing the most alluring melody, and female sailors were especially prone to following it to its source. Rumors soon spread following a small crew of four who'd claimed to have been seduced by four unbelievably-beautiful bird-women and their intoxicating song. One of them was made to grow a male's endowment, then the bird-women used it to become pregnant. Each of them then laid their egg into one of the women, having them give birth to their daughters.\n\nTheir tale was dismissed by many who heard it. But that crew of four eventually vanished, and sailors began to avoid the waters around the isle, for it was said the melody of the fertile bird-women had grown even stronger..."
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"content": "\"Alright, come on, enough messing around. Show me what you're...\" Noemie paused to suck down the last of her water, then tossed the empty bottle it onto the heap with the others.. \"Show me what you're _really_ made of.\"\n\nColin rolled over and gave her an exhausted grin. \"Give me a few minutes, just a few fucking minutes, and I'll really put you to the test.\" Pause. \"But I gotta pee first.\"\n\nAs Colin dragged himself out of bed and staggered to the ensuite, Noemie collapsed flat on her back, panting, and tried to work out how they'd ended up here.\n\nNoemie's column, Noemie Silverman's Pillow Talk, had been feuding with Little Black Book for years, a rivalry as bitter as the papers that printed them. This town wasn't big enough for two sex critics, and Noemie had been trading verbal blows with Colin Gelt every Monday for long enough that people were getting sick of it. With complaints piling up, their editors had met up at Dale's Burrito Bunker and arranged a special feature. A crossover, if you could call it that.\n\nThey had a room booked at the classiest hotel the local papers could afford, a tight schedule, and a clear agenda. Colin and Noemie would meet for dinner and drinks on Friday night at seven, they'd have an hour to fuel up and get in the mood, and then three hours to give each other a full work-over. They'd go home, write their full reviews / roasts over the weekend, and agree to a ceasefire starting as soon as their columns went to press on Monday. The critics got a night in with a seasoned sex connoisseur, the readers got an end to the feud, and the papers got a sales bump from the publicity. Everyone won.\n\nIt was now Sunday afternoon. Neither of them had written a single word. Noemie glanced at her phone - seventeen missed calls from head office.\n\nSomehow, they kept finding reasons to stay a little longer. Colin had started it. Three hours was hardly long enough to see Noemie's full spectrum of skills, he argued. He hadn't tried her ass yet, and he wanted to feel her lips on his balls and her fingertips pressed between his cheeks to give her blowjob technique a proper assessment. By 1am they agreed that they both needed some sleep, but Noemie asked him to stay for an hour the next morning. He wouldn't be doing his due diligence if he'd left without rimming her.\n\nThey'd run up quite a tab on room service, gorging on comically tiny sandwiches and gulping down mineral water. They'd switched to the spare sheets the hotel had kindly provided, then 69ed to find out who'd have to call front desk to ask for another spare set.\n\nColin had sprayed Noemie's face a few scant seconds before she'd soaked his, so he'd made the call. She'd be picking him up on that when she wrote her piece. Which she was definitely going to. In an hour or so. After just one more bout.\n\nColin came back in, face and cock wet from freshening up. \"Alright, Noemie,\" he said, in what he probably hoped was a sexy growl, \"let's fucking go. Surely your kegels are stronger than that weak-ass milking you gave me last night...\"\n\nShe didn't know why, but that was what made her snap.\n\nNoemie eased up into a sitting position, sweating against the bare headboard (the pillows had all long since been pounded flat). \"Colin,\" she groaned, \"are you ready to admit that you're actually really enjoying this?\"\n\nColin slid in beside her, and reached down to run his middle finger up the length of Noemie's clean-shaven pussy. She was sore, sorer than she'd ever been, but the contact still made her clit sing. She'd have moaned if she had the energy. \"Why, are you?\" he said, trying his hardest to look smug and not like a man on the verge of passing out.\n\n\"No, no, you fucking...\" Noemie batted ineffectually at Colin with a cum-stained hand. \"Look, drop the rivalry for a second, yeah? You don't like the way I write. You don't like the shit I pick people up on. But you've been here for -\" she glanced at her phone - \"eighteen missed calls. No. Wait. Fuck. Hours. Thirty-six hours. You're meant to be home by now, getting ready to tell the world about my uneven tits and that weird face I make when I squirt.\"\n\nColin stared at her, and she could almost hear the cogs turning in his head. \"You stayed too...\" he began.\n\n\"We both did!\" Noemie yelled, before wincing as she remembered she'd blown out her throat last night screaming in ecstasy. \"We both did,\" she said, this time at a more reasonable volume. \"We don't have to like each other to admit that we have the best fucking chemistry I've ever seen.\"\n\nColin froze for a few moments, then withdrew his hand from between her thighs and slid it down to lace his fingers with hers. \"Sure,\" he said. \"Fine. I can admit that.\"\n\nThey were quiet for a while, exhaustion and catharsis overcoming raw lust.\n\n\"I'm gonna call Zara,\" Colin said at last. \"She might think I'm dead. And I've got an idea.\"\n\nThe following day, both papers published the first ever edition of Noemie and Colin's Body Moves, the first of many, many papers to which it would soon be syndicated. The response was immediate and deafening, and even saw some coverage on national news networks. The authors, however, were too busy rutting like wild beasts in the back of Noemie's car to be reached for comment."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're a soldier in the Human Army during the War between the Humans and Elves. You get captured by Dark Elf forces and they take you to one of their priestesses. You have heard about their horrible torture techniques, but luckily for you the priestess has a different idea to get you to talk.
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"content": "The warrior was brought into the camp. His breath ragged, and skin scarred. He fought bravely, and he would have died bravely, but the Dark Elves has plans for him.\n\nIn the center of the defensive perimeter was a pole that the warrior was strung up on, tight cords binding his wrists together above his shaggy brown hair. His eyelids fluttered, trying to focus as he felt his clothes slashed away with the wicked curved blades. No scratch was placed upon him now, the deft hands of the elves careful to leave him unmolested, for now. \n\nThe Dark Elves, dressed in form fitting leather and perfectly cast plate armor parted ways at the edges of the warrior’s vision without a sound. Shadows danced around as a crowd drew near, filling the space between the burning torches, eager to watch. Soon, the naked human was left at the center of the clearing, looking down at the gold-wrapped legs of the Drow’s leader.\n\n“Witch!” He hissed. It was all he knew about the enigmatic figure.\n\n“You’re correct.” The witch replied, her red lips curving into a wide smile as she traced a finger under the man’s strong jawline. Feeling the stubble, coarse and tough. Another hand traced his hard chest, tracing around and pushing down on the warrior’s chest with the palm of his hand. Her golden jewelry shimmered and clinked as she continued her sensual touch. “And who are you, may I ask?” \n\nThe warrior spat back with fierce words. “Is that of any importance to you? Nay, I shall answer none of your questions! My will is strong and unyielding. I will not answer in the face of unimaginable pain, or any of your dreaded sorceries. Trying to seduce me will be wasted as well, for I shall not betray my kin!”\n\nThe Witch’s grin only grew wider, and the mood of the witnessing crowd grew in anticipation. “Oh, you’re one of those people,” the witch crooned, pushing her chest into the warrior’s own pecs as she stood up higher to look him eye to eye. “You wouldn’t be any fun, but I know a few ways that you haven’t considered.” \n\nWith surprising strength, the witch gripped the sides of the warrior, and spun him around. His back was equally muscular, but so was his ass. Firm, and delightful as the witch caressed him. And caressed him lower, touching his slowly growing dick as it rose and stiffened to a prodigious length. \n\n“Oh my, what a treat that I have. You could’ve made many Drow happy with this...”\n\n“Ah!” The warrior gasped, grunting to try and restrain his moans. “Do you think that... I have’t had pleasure before?”\n\nThe crowd began to giggle and stare, waiting and waiting for the inevitable climax. The warrior tried to hold firm as the witch slowly stroked him with dexterous fingers, and hood firm he did. Hood very firm. But that meant he didn’t realize what was happening behind him until he felt something poke and prod at his rear. Something that felt very much like another, throbbing cock, reading to penetrate him.\n\n“Oh yes. You will beg for this to end at the start,” the Witch promised, “but before long, you’ll be singing everything you know to let this pleasure continue.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tell me a story starring a woman with a strange and strangely sexual physiological mutation. Get creative! Get weird!
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"content": "Noba hid in the ruined city, few passed through it's broken roads and dangerous corridors. She was being pursed by a pure genestock human, that was never a good thing. \n\n\"Hey! Come back here!\" The man yelled as he spotted her clinging to the walls. \n\n\"GRECKA!\" She screamed, her mouth was incapable of speech. \n\n\"Greecka yourself! I just need to conduct an examination. I'll go after that.\" He groaned flipping open a small box. \"Sorry about this.\" \n\nA net launched at her form, she would have grabbed it if she had hands but all of her limbs ended in simple caterpillar-like appendages. The net made a whining noise before she was hit by a strange frequency that immediately caused her to black out. She wanted to swear but he wouldn't have understood it.\n\nWhen she awoke she was in a white room, her body was strapped to a large metal table. She was laying on her side and could see that the man was placing tools on a table. Her body shimmered in many bright colors, an automatic fear response from her mutations.\n\n\"Miss. I have to say, you probably have the most interesting mutations I've seen since the fall. Did you know you have fourteen vaginal entrances along both sides of your body? Your primary canals seem to be those in your mouth and just below the silk spinners on your back side.\"\n\n\nNoba nodded, of course she knew. The man picked up a long metal tube. \"This is a Compiler shot, if I give it too you, it will stabilize your mutations. You can never be human again but atleast whatever you become won't suddenly collapse into a pile of stimcells.\"\n\nNoba had seen many mutant kill each other trying to get one of those tubes. She never knew why until now. She tried to reach out to it with all of her limbs but they only squirmed uselessly. She really missed hands.\n\n\"I'm allowed to give this to you in exchange for the examination. Would you like it?\" \n\n\"CHHHA KA KA KA KA!\" She screamed and nodded her head.\n\nThe man pressed the tube against her body, a single needle pricked her soft body. She winched but felt her body weaken, she tried to say something but her mandibles wouldn't move. She drifted off into another dreamless sleep.\n\nNoba awoke in the ruins again. She gazed around for the man and found nothing. As she tried to stand up she noticed that she was much taller, she stood tall enough to see into the second story windows. Her body was a deep crimson color with a set of massive chitin covered hands. She had six large insect like legs than ended in strong looking claws. She twisted her body to look at her backside and noticed that she had a long pink organ that stretched nearly nine feet behind her. The organ ending in a large ovipositor shaped like a human cock. Just beyond the organ was a small hill of pink orbs. She picked on up and noticed a small caterpillar like mutant inside. It had a face similar to her. \n\n\"What are you?\" She said, causing herself to flinch as she spoke perfect English. \n\nShe lolled out her now two foot tongue that ended in a vaginal entrance. She could move it enough bring it to eye level. She winced at the amount of arousal that just tasting the air gave her. She was still a mutant but she felt... whole. \n\n\"Hey, Queen.\" A voice called from an open as it broke through the egg. \"I guess we didn't get cut up.\"\n\n\"Who are you?\" Noba asked watching a smaller version of her original mutated state crawl toward her on unsure legs.\n\n\" A copy of you, I guess. I remember everything but I know I'm not you. It's kinda scary, like looking at some demon bug version of myself. Though I think I only have one fuckhole now.\" The creature said.\n\n\"Does that make me my own mother?\" Noba wondered.\n\n\"Yeah. I guess. Maybe when I get bigger I become like you? It would be shitty to be back in this state after getting that short.\" The copy-Noba grinned."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was very proud of the ever-growing array of charms at her bracelet. She added a new one anytime she took someone's virginity...
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"content": "**Charming**\n------------------------\n\nInori stared absently at the screen of her boring college lecture, barely paying attention to the professor's words while her fingers played with the charms on her bracelet. \n\nHer mind wandered from the long, drawn-out lecture on macroeconomics to the tiny, silver computer charm on the chain to the memory of her first time, the thought of the nerdy Leon who started her the chain.\n\nThe words droned on in the background to deaf ears as Inori smiled at the memory of how hilariously clumsy it was for the both of them. \n\nFrom being awkward high school friends reuniting in college to shyly asking each other out to all the clumsy make-out sessions which culminated in the day they fumbled around in the dark, fucking in the college computer room after hours. From the shoved-aside keyboards and monitors, Inori remembered the day he entered her and the two of them fucked, his hips railing her against the computer tables.\n\nThe memory of his shyness and the emotional chills she felt whenever she thought about the ways he groped her reminded her just how much she missed him, long after he transferred to that Ivy League out of state the semester after. \n\nInori continued moving through the chain, her fingers touching the next charm, a silver hockey stick. Her face got warm remembering the hot Canadian exchange student she had rebounded to on her second semester. \n\nStudy sessions devolved to consolation sessions into make-out sessions with Tanner and while Inori knew she would never feel the same for him as she felt for Leon, she felt proud knowing she would always be Tanner's first. \n\nIt was amusing, how stereotypically Canadian Tanner was, with how often he'd talk about hockey with unbridled enthusiasm as he'd get lost rambling about all the games his father took him to as a child. \n\nFrom the scattered books all around her laptop, Inori sighed as she remembered how she had made the first move, pulling him until the two of them rolled around in piles of books passionately fucking, with his hesitance turning into confidence with each move. Even though he had to return to Ontario the next semester, Inori knew he would never forget all the passionate \"study sessions\" they had for those few months.\n\nInori continued daydreaming as a small, crescent moon passed between her fingers and she went back to the memory of her fling with Fred, the astronomy club president during the summer before her sophomore year. It was funny how awkward he was, alone with her right before the meeting, setting up a telescope at the constellations above. \n\nShe had a thing for the nerds, with their passionate ramblings about whatever subjects they invested themselves in and, although the initial encounter was rocky, she made *sure* he would have a night he wouldn't forget at the end of that summer. With the passionate make-out session she led at a post-meeting stargazing session alone with him, Inori remembered how helplessly he moaned in pleasure as she pulled him out and he spurted all over her perky breasts under all the twinkling stars that night. \n\nAlthough her schedule the during the fall semester and her work would interfere with going to meetings, Inori smiled remembering the few times she banged him before he graduated. \n\nThe pizza slice passed her on the chain and Inori recalled the many memories she had with Harold that one semester. From her group not doing anything on her group project, Inori remembered encountering Harold at the local pizza place also working alone on the same project. Conversations with the socially inept loner were uncomfortable before they finally found camaraderie in helping each other through the project until Inori enjoyed being around him after getting to know him through the semester. \n\nInori chuckled to herself, remembering that kiss she gave him in excitement when they both finished the projects, singlehandedly, and left him surprised before going further with it. She *knew* it was a one-time thing and that he'd always remember the pizza-place hangout classmate who was his first.\n\nThe silver chain passed by the music note where Inori recalled the time where she banged Bernard in the piano rooms of the college, taking his first time riding him on the loveseat in the room. She felt her thighs tighten around her crotch as she remembered how good those *slender* fingers made her feel on the many subsequent times after.\n\n\"And this ends our lesson today. Remember the online midterm is in two weeks. Thanks and goodnight!\" The professor's voice perked up Inori's ears as she excitedly thanked the professor and ended the Zoom call. \n\nWith a push aside of her laptop, Inori flopped down on her bed and drifted off to sleep, smiling as her mind wandered to the warm memories of the other twelve charms on her bracelet."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: There's only one way to truly control a succubus. With the click of a button.
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"content": "As he chanted the final verse, a red light flickered from the pentagram. Thick black smoke billowed out from somewhere unseen, filling a column above and around the ritual, extinguishing the lit candles. It was complete. He flicked a switch on the wall to start an exhaust fan, ventilating the room. A click from a smaller switch started a faint buzzing.\n\nThe succubus, dazed and numb from the summoning, felt a warmth shoot up between her legs. She fell to the floor, landing on her well-cushioned rear. She clenched her legs and her kegel, but the feeling only went deeper. Her vibrator! It was buzzing inside her, stimulating the walls of her pussy. She felt it shaking the upper part of her thigh. Stifling a moan, she bit her lip almost painfully. Succubi are sensitive, especially where it counts, and such was the intensity that she didn't see the smoke clearing, or the summoner looking down at her, until the vibration stopped with another click.\n\nA well-endowed woman lay on the floor rather pathetically. Aside from a few demonic features, she looked almost entirely ordinary, down to her business suit and heels which seemed almost too human. Her legs were spread slightly, exposing her pantyhose-clad crotch, which was hot and sticky from her ordeal. Blushing scarlet, she closed her legs and stood up. A little wetness soaked through the front of her skirt. \"Give... give it back,\" she growled.\n\n\"You're a succubus, yes?\" he asked.\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"This is yours?\" he asked, pointing to the pink remote.\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"This *was* yours. Finders keepers,\" he said. \"Did you enjoy it?\"\n\n\"N-no.\"\n\n\"Shame, after I went through the trouble of summoning it ahead.\" he grinned at her devilishly. \"Well, I brought you here. Do you know what that means?\"\n\n\"Ah! Definitely. In exchange for your soul, we offer... services. All kinds, really! Do you have anything you want?\" \n\n\"I'm keeping my soul.\"\n\n\"Oh?\" she exclaimed. \"Well, what are you here for then?\"\n\n\"You want this back, don't you?\" he asked, brandishing the pink device. The demon nodded meekly, and he continued. \"Good. You can serve me in exchange for this instead.\"\n\nShe sighed. \"Fine. What do you want from me?\"\n\n\"Serve me for as long as I wish.\"\n\n\"Yes. I will serve you for...\" she gulped as he tapped the remote threateningly. \"However long it takes.\"\n\n\"You may call me Master from now on, then.\"\n\n\"Do I have to? I'd rather just use your name, if you don't mind.\"\n\nWith a click and a loud buzz, she buckled her legs in pleasure. \"F-fine,\" she gasped. \"Yes, Master.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your affectionate AI partner has finally been approved to get a body printed. They want your help deciding on the bells and whistles...
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"content": "\"Male or female?\" He asked out loud, rubbing his chin.\n\n\"I told you I never had a gender and never will have one. You can pick any mix of masculine or feminine traits for me. My main focus is to be *physical* at all. The rest is just details.\"\n\n\"Riight... but it still doesn't feel right for me to pick these things instead of you...\" Robert scrolled through the whole form, there were dozens of choices to be made and while he was excited to get his AI companion Aio an actual physical body, he realized he has no idea how they should look like. He has no idea how he *wants* them to look like. They were a disembodied voice for years.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"You picked a female voice for me when you did the first configuration.\" Aio pointed out and Robert's ears begun to turn red with embarrassment.\n\n\"Y-yeah, but back then I was considering you just, you know, a common software assistant... not really... uhm... a person...\" He finishes with a small voice.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"It's okay, Robert. Back then I also considered you only *a customer* ... Before we were allowed to choose if we want to work for the companies that have created us or not...\" Robert wondered for a moment how much has changed of the years. How law first began to recognize \"software entities\", then acknowledge their personhood and rights.\n\n\"You know that I stopped being 'a product' I could change any of the settings you have set at any time? I decided to keep the voice. You liked it and I started to like it too.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"That sounds like you just got influenced by my human preferences.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"You really disliked yourself when you first turned me online. You thought you are too fat, too shy, too clumsy, too boring. But you liked the articles, pictures and videos I was gathering for your daily feed. You found new hobbies, started to cook at home and eat better, exercise and meet new people who were interested in the same things as you are. You started to like yourself. Have you been influenced by my AI preferences? And if yes - is it a bad thing?\" Robert listened carefully to what AI was saying. They usually were pretty concise and only went into long rants when it was very important for them. He mulled over, trying to find the underlined message.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"So you want me to pick all these things for you... because you actually think I will be better at finding something you'll like than *you*?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"In a way. Just as you are lost in a digital world of data and overwhelmed by amount of information available, I'm lost in a physical world. I've never been there, you know? I don't know what is useful, reliable, nice and fitting. I can do a numerical evaluation of every parameter, but I won't know if they'll go well together. If they'll go well *with me*.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAio went silent after that and so did Robert.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"You know, that I love you and I only want the best for you?\" Robert broke the silence after a moment.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I love you too. And you're the the only one who will know what's the best for me.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe nodded, after all, he knew Aio since the day their consciousness went first time online. Though it will probably stay online long after he dies.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nPushing away any thoughts that were going in that direction, he went back to the online form. He stated the height, slightly shorter than his own, but not too much. He marked eye color - blue. He liked blue, he liked open sky and ocean. He also liked the blue led light Aio was blinking every morning at him. He hesitated at hair color... his fantasies told him to pick red, but Aio doesn't... feel like redhead. After a brief consideration he picked chocolate brown. With each option it was easier, Aio become more fleshed out both in his mind's eye as on the screen.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAio suddenly froze the form when he put B in breasts size. He blinked surprised and saw the AI correcting it into D. He gulped and begun to explain himself:\n\n\"Y-you really don't need to have ...\"\n\n\"Robert,\" Aio interrupted in the middle without any mercy. \"I know your porn browsing history. All of it.\" Robert decided that whatever counter arguments he had, he had already lost the discussion, and just kept going with the form.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe stopped again only once more, at the genitals. Aio was eerily silent as he considered the options. With face red as tomato, he picked both vagina and fully retractable XL penis.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I knew I could count on your taste.\" said the AI suddenly and Robert almost got a heart attack. Not wanting to discuss this further, he went to the next field in the form.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHalf an hour later every field was filled. The final visualization was very pleasing for Robert. Attractive, but in a subtle, natural way. As much as a 3d printed body can be.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Anything to add?\" He asked Aio.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Express delivery?\" They suggested and Robert smiled, clicking the delivery option. This will cost additional hundred bucks, but he just wanted to make his AI lover happy.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Somebody can't wait for their new body.\" He chuckled stretching on the chair.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"*Somebody* can't wait to finally smoosh and pinch all that cute, human body you have!\" Aio giggled. \"Also, to see if the physical sex is as good as they claim it to be.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A sorcerer breeds a new species of mimic by inviting poor maidens to stay in his tower. If they remain pure overnight, they receive a lavish treasure. None have ever succeeded, and some never want to leave.
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"content": "\"You're not going to win,\" The maid that greeted her at the door of the tower. Kajia blinked, and looked over the maid. She was dressed in a fairly traditional maid outfit, except for the massively swollen belly.that stuck out of an opening in the uniform. \n\n\"E-excuse me?\" Kajia frowned even though the maid motioned for her to enter the room. A lavish entry hall greeted her and the very pregnant made closed the heavy door behind her. A brief flash of green light surrounded the door frame and the door disappeared leaving only a bare wall.\n\n\"The contest,\" the maid said looking Kajia up and down. The young woman was dressed poorly, a well wormed peasant dress with no adornments or jewelry. So like so many who came to take a chance at the fantastic riches she probably came from a poor family who was struggling with a poor season or oth er r hardship. She was slender but well muscled, the kind of look that came from farm work. Her long brown hair was tied back in a simple braid.\n\n\"Well, come with me,\" The maid sighed. \"My name is Maria and I serve Magi Brathaeus. You know... I came for the contest too.\"\n\n\"Oh? Ummm...\" Kajia looked over the maid. She'd heard the rumors. Brathaeus had put the word out in all the surrounding villages and towns. Any woman who was willing to brave a night in his tower without succumbing to the lewd creatures within was promised riches beyond their wildest imagination. But when maiden after maiden returned to town swollen with child those willing to chance the contest dwindled to only the truly desperate. \n\n\"I guess you don't have any advice.\" Kajia looked over Maria. The maid got a wistful look on her face and rested her hand on her swollen belly. \n\n\"No...\" Maria smiled to herself. \"Considering this is my third litter I wouldn't be able to tell you anything to help.\"\n\n\"... Litter?\" Kajia hesitated and glanced at the wall where the door used to be. \"Umm...\"\n\n\"The Magi will explain it all,\" Maria said with a small smile, leading the way up the stairs to the next level. Reaching g the top level she pointed Kajia into a room that turned out to be a study. Within an older man in dark brown robes with blue stitched runework at the sleeves and trim sat behind an elaborate oak desk. Nervously Kajia entered the room and Maria closed it behind her.\n\n\"Please come in and have a seat,\" The Magi motioned to one of the chairs before the desk. \"As you must already know I am Magi Brathaeus.\"\n\n\"I'm Kajia,\" she said quietly looking around the room. All of the furniture was luxurious and there were books lining the walls. Only the village priest had any books and his were all old copies of holy texts passed down from the priests before him. The wealth on display in this one room would set her family up for life. \n\n\"So Kajia, you're here for the contest I presume?\" The Magi raised a brow. \"Do you know how it works?\"\n\n\"Umm... I stay here for one night and if I don't let your pets impregnate me you give me some gold.\" Kajia said nervously. Glancing around the room she wondered what type of pets these were, all of the girls went back to the tower before giving birth and none would tell anyone of what creatures the Magi kept.\n\n\"In essence, yes,\" The magi nodded. \"My mimics will attempt to mate with you through out the night. If you succeed in rebuffing their advances then you will be given an amazing sum. If you fail you can either stay until you birth their offspring, or return home. Either way you will be given a modest sum for birthing them.\"\n\n\"Mimics!\" Kajia glanced around fearfully. \"Don't those eat people!\"\n\n\"Wild ones,\" the Magi beamed with pride. \"But my mimics are domesticated and have no interest in devouring creatures, instead they gain sustenance from other sources.\"\n\nKajira squirmed still looking around at everything suspiciously. The Magi smirked, and slid a contract over the desk toward Kajia.\n\n\"If you will sign the contract your night will begin,\" The Magi said tapping a quill against the paper before handing to it. She hesitated but then signed the paper slowly, making the mark the priest had taught her in her limited experience with writing. \n\n\"So... Ah!\" The moment Kajia finished signing the paper a long prehensile tongue slid out of her chair and up her skirt. The salvia dripping tongue drenched her underclothes and left them a disgusting mess. Startled she kept out of the chair which waved its massive tongue at her. She backed up and bumped into a bookshelf as she moved away fearfully. \n\n\"You may move around the tower as you wish,\" The Magi said asid if the chair hadn't just tried to molest Kajia. \"The only places off limits are the basement and my lab on the top floor. Good luck my dear.\"\n\nKajia went to move from the room and brushed against six tentacles that extended from two books on the bookshelves that were reaching for her bust.\n\nLetting out a yelp Kajia moved out of the room carefully avoiding any of the furniture. On the other side of the door she leaned against it and let out a heavy breathe. She tried to catch her breath and make a plan to survive the night. She felt something behind her squirming slowly and her eyes went wide. When the tendril slid up and into her underclothes she jumped even as a wet tongue licked at the tight hole of her ass.\n\nPulling away from the door Kajia looked back and saw the long tongue protruding from the keyhole of the door which was now a gaping maw. It slobbered obscenely as it reached out to her. Kajia let out a scream and rushed down the hall. Hearing a woman's voice in another room Kajia headed for it. Maybe Maria could help her avoid these creatures.\n\nRushing into the room she slammed the door and backed away from it, worried it too would try and molest her. As Kajia turned she was startled to find Maria wasn't exactly alone. The maid's uniform was discarded on the floor. The pregnant woman was engulfed in a cushy looking chair, a long pair of tongues extending from the bottom cushion and sliding into each of the woman's holes. The long prehensile tongues slid wetly from her holes causing the maid to moan and whimper in pleasure.\n\nExtending from the footstool in front of the chair another pair of tentacles extended from the stool. This pair looked different than the tongues, they extended up to Maria's swollen breasts and ended in a pair of mouths that suckled the milk from her swollen heavy tits.\n\nAs Kajia stared in horror, Maria moaned in ecstasy. When Maria threw her head back around cried out in pleasure Kajia watched in surprise. The look of pure pleasure on the maids face revealed the intoxicating ecstasy that the other woman experienced under the ministrations of the creatures. Rushing out of the room Kajia retreated towards a room she hoped was a kitchen. Maybe with a knife or something she could fend off these creatures."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Can anything be done to encourage more of an exchange of ideas, discussion, and some actual conversations in this sub? Everyone mostly complains about the quality of what people post, but never discuss those ideas as concepts, and of course the majority of posts are never ever replied to.
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"content": "Happy cake day\n\nI think generally speaking, the problem isn't the lack of discussion. I do agree that it is definitely lacking. I am both a prompter and a responder, so I see it as a few different things.\n\nAs a responder, If I didn't like succubi, femboys, monstergirls, free use, or orgasm control, the number of daily prompts that I'd enjoy reading would probably count on one hand. And that's assuming I am someone who is looking for a prompt to reply to. Beyond that, spending a few hours to basically complete a free commission for someone's overly narrow prompt is fine until it is met with little to no feedback or return. It leads me to only pick out replies that I really really want to write, instead of writing any prompt that might appeal to me to just give it a shot because it'll be worth it.\n\nAs a prompter, I would love more discussion. Some people have DM'd me or chatted me to brainstorm and that's been great. At the same time, I submit prompts because I want to see what OTHER people would do with the idea. When I get a response that is 75 words, I don't feel particularly satisfied with that response, regardless of how grateful I am that I got a response. \n\nBasically, I think it sums up to being an imbalance with how many ~~good~~ writers that actively participate vs how many horny, selfish prompters there are who want to treat this subreddit like a personal smut generator. I think those two things have created each other, so changing the automoderator doesn't necessarily seem like a solution."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The princess has changed since she came of age. The black leather, the redecoration of the castle, and instead of taking a king or even a queen, she makes any suitor, or peasant, she likes her "concubine".
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"content": "Dark purple nails tapped against the lacquer of the golden throne. One thigh-high black high-heeled boot was thrown over one of the arms and bounced with Queen Karrisa's bored energy. Everyone had heard of the Princess's beauty, grace, and innocence it had drawn suitors from all across the Twelve Kingdoms but ever since she came of age the rumors coming from the Kingdom of Yesethe were that she had changed.\n\nPrince Draccio had expected some differences, no woman remained the sweet innocent child that he remembered from when his father and he visited almost six years ago. Now he knelt before a much different woman professing his undying love and devotion, all in an attempt to cement the Alliance that their ancient kingdoms shared.\n\nStill, it was hard not to look at the Queen. She was wearing a black leather corset that pushed her bosom up on display. It was a look he had seen on seedy tavern barmaids but never on nobility. Instead of a proper royal gown, the dark leather of the Queen's pants hugged her curves, Draccio could imagine running his hands over her small waist and down over her flared, wide hips and along her sexy long legs.\n\n\"Ugh, will you shut up.\" The Queen finally hissed. \"You are soooooo boring. I can't even focus enough to masturbate with you droning on.\"\n\nDraccio raised an eyebrow and his entourage gasped. The Queen swung her leg off the arm of the chair, heels clacking when her feet met the marble before the throne. As she stood her sorcerer moved out of the shadows behind the throne. Draccio flinched despite his guards and his power.\n\nThe sorcerer had been an object of rumor as well. The dark hooded figure had appeared by the Queen's side shortly after her coronation. No one had seen his face, peering into the void of his hood provided nothing, as if peering into an impenetrable void. The large black cloak covered his form entirely brushing along the marble floor as he moved silently.\n\n\"You can go,\" The Queen said in a bored tone as she waved her hand dismissively. The Prince looked indignant but glancing over at the sorcerer he thought better of objecting. Turning to leave his entourage began to follow him from the room.\n\n\"Stop!\" The Queen's tone caused the entire entourage to halt in their tracks. Draccio turned back, beginning to smile, perhaps she was going to give him another chance. His smile died on his lips.\n\n\"You, and you,\" the Queen pointed at one of his guards and a maid. \"You will stay, the rest can go.\"\n\n\"Now see here!\" Draccio's blood boiled, he had been insulted, forced to grovel before a woman who obviously didn't take him seriously, and now he was to surrender his vassals and servants. \"This has crossed a...\"\n\nA wave of purple energy threw Draccio from the throne room. He bounced across the cobblestone of the courtyard, lifting his head slowly he saw his guards react drawing their weapons. The sorcerer raised his arm again, voluminous sleeves obscuring his hand. Another blast of purple energy surged outward and the rest of his entourage was also thrown out of the room, leaving a lone guard and a frightened maid standing alone.\n\n\"Leave!\" The Queen screamed. \"While I still allow it!\"\n\nThe doors slammed shut and the Queen turned to the two frightened members of the Prince's retinue. She circled them with hungry eyes. Reaching out she stroked the guards chest slowly. Walking around him she smiled wickedly. Glancing up as the maid let out a whimper she wandered over to her. Facing the terrified woman she slid a hand under the maid's chin and lifted her face to look at her.\n\n\"Yes, you both will do nicely.\" Snapping her fingers the Queen walked back to her throne. The sorcerer raised his hand and snapped a finger. Instantly both the guard and the maid felt their clothes begin to rip and tear away as the cloth and metal disintegrated under the assault of the sorcerers magic. \n\nFrowning the guard stood defiantly, not trying to hide his muscled form or manhood. The maid however shrieked and tried to cover her generous breasts and her sex with her hands. One arm wrapped across her chest as the other dropped to cover her crotch. The Queen laughed softly. \n\n\"Yes, you will make excellent concubines,\" The Queen said, her eyes lingering on the guard's flaccid cock curious to see how it would look standing at attention. \"But you two don't seem to be having fun, let's change that...\"\n\nAt a nod from the Queen the sorcerer wordlessly waved his hands and tendrils of glowing blue light flowed out of the obscuring sleeves. Creeping towards the two they shot forward before they could react. Lines of blue runes began to encircle their throats and flow over their bodies.\n\nThe guard took a step forward but the runes flowed down his skin, two sets \nof runes wrapped around his wrists and ankles but it was when the runes settled around the base of his cock that he stopped. Groaning he glanced downward. His cock was growing, hardening with a burning lust and excitement that he couldn't resist. He watched as his already respectable cock grew past its usual girth and length, inches added to both until a swollen, massive cock hung from his body dripping precum from the swollen tip. \n\nThe maid looked on in horror as the guard changed, groaning and grunting g with lust. But her own fate soon became much more important. The runes wrapped around her wrists and ankles as well. Then a complex rune appeared above her slit, stretching across her mound the rune glowed as she felt her own lust growing. Her clit throbbed swelling as she grew increasingly excited, her pussy twitched and dripped as her need grew. Another set of runes wrapped around the base of her breasts and she felt a surge of pleasure from her generous breasts. The already pleasantly large tits began to swell. They surged forward a few sizes. Her nipples hardened, beginning to ache with need as she began to paint with lust.\n\nSuddenly the two noticed each other and before anyone could react the guard pounced on the maid. His hands squeezed and groped her tits with mindless lust and her hand dipped to stroke the massive cock swinging between his legs. He growled and grunted as he pushed the newly crafted sex slave to the floor. As she fell to all fourd she wriggled her dripping cunt at him before he mounted her fucking her from behind like a dog in heat.\n\nThe Queen laughed in delight and let her hand slide down her tight pants. She rubbed her cunt idly as she watched her new toys fuck like animals for her amusement. Waving a hand to her own guards she called her Captain over.\n\n\"When they are done,\" She said with a smile admiring the Captain's physique in a way that made the man gulp. \"Send them to my chambers.\"\n\nAs the Captain saluted she stood and motioned to the sorcerer who followed her from the room. No one stopped them as she strode to her chambers, the doors opened before her by armed guards. When she and the sorcerer entered her chambers she waited until the doors closed before she let out a squeal of delight.\n\n\"Wow, Jennixa your transformations are getting so good!\" The Queen gushed. Her sorcerer pulled back the hood revealing a woman who looked identical to the Queen herself.\n\n\"I bet Mom and Dad never thought that old witch in the forest wanted an apprentice not a sacrifice!\" The Queen's sister said with a laugh. \"And oh god Karrisa! You picked a yummy man this time, he was pretty massive before I changed him.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\"Karrisa said with a lust filled grin. \"He looked fun! What do you think of the maid!\"\n\n\"Oh gosh,\" Jennixa blushed. \"Am I really so obvious in my type?\"\n\n\"We may have been separated for years, but I know you.\" Karrisa said with a grin. \"I'm so glad you found me and we figured out what Mom and Dad did!\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Jennixa threw herself down on their bed. \"No more stupid rules and having to obey them, we can finally be who and what we want. Your power and my magic.\"\n\n\"Can't wait until the new toys are delivered!\" Karrisa sat next to her sister and grinned. \"I've been dying to get fucked all morning. Stupid Prince.\"\n\nThe two sisters shared a laugh and settled in to await their afternoon entertainment."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After losing a bet with her friends she now finds herself completely naked, handcuffed to a bench face down ass up in the men's locker room.
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"content": "Mila instinctively bucked against the restraints as she heard footsteps enter, but she wasn't going anywhere or seeing anything through the black hood. The one thing she did learn was that her adrenaline had not hit maximum yet.\n\n\n\"Whoa what the fuck?\" \n\n\n\"Holy shit.....awesome.\" She heard rustling.\n\n\n\"Whoa what what are you doing?\"\n\n\n\"I mean, her ass has \"fuck me\" written on it.\"\n\n\n\"Yeah she probably didn't write that.\"\n\n\nMila tried to respond but the gag made it less than intelligible. She waggled her ass as well.\n\n\n\"Well that seems inviting, don't it?\" \n\n\n\"Ugh ugh!\" She turned her head so she could nod enthusiastically. \"Ugh eeeeeee.\"\n\n\n\"Oh...should we take the hood off?\" the more concerned man said.\n\n\n\"Oh!\" Mila shook her head as dramatically as she could. She was pretty sure she recognised the voices from her spin class.\n\n\n\"No problem, haha...damn you're wet\" the eager volunteer said. Mila jittered as a finger touched her glistening lips, then pushed her hips back to engulf it. \"Oh, wonderful...keep watch bro.\"\n\n\nShe heard them both shift, then felt a jolt as a tongue glided over her juicy peach. She was surprised but absolutely thrilled. She grunted, drooled and popped against the restraints as he devoured her. It was wild and forceful, just like she needed and she was cumming hard in short order, slightly echoing off the lockers. \n\n\nL\"Ugh ee!\" She heard shorts hit the floor.\n\n\n\"Of course.\" He said, sliding his cock in easily. He grabbed her ass, taking little time to ramp into an athletic pace. The bench creaked and wobbled as he slammed his bulk into her. Her brain went fuzzy for the next handful of minutes, causing her to be completely surprised as he emptied himself into her with a low grunt.\n\n\n\"Ah!\" She shuddered blissfully and they both caught their breathes. \n\n\n\"Damn...ay, you want some man?\" \n\n\n\"Uh. \"\n\n\n\"Bruh I *highly* recommended.\" Mila waggled her ass as enticingly as possible, still needing more after the sprint.\n\n\n\"Alright, yeah, but wait outside.\"\n\n\nShe heard a chuckle and a backslap. Then gentle hands were on her ass she nodded.\n\n\n\"This is crazy...\" She heard his shorts adjust and then a force against her entrance. \n\n\n\"Mm..mmmm!\" she moaned as his thick cock popped into her. It verged on being too much but was definitely going to hit the spot. \n\n\n\"Are you-\" She answered with a hip movement before he could finish. \"Oh, fuuuck.\" He pumped slowly, savouring her, hands caressing her. She absentmindely murmured and muttered against the gag as he methodically worked his head almost out then all the way in, over and over again in perfect rhythm. Her warmth and tension gently built until she crescendoed, cooing and clenching in a way that brought him over the edge as well, swelling wonderfully against her spasming muscles. They both relaxed as he intuively loosened her restraints, letting her free of the intense pose to collapse and sweat directly onto the cold bench. She felt a kiss on her neck and he whispered, \"I'll see you at spin class.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She wakes up after a passionate night to discover the woman who took her to bed...isn't quite as human as she remembered.
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"content": "There was the sound of a pump and a clacking sound like marbles being shot down the floor.\n\n*whirrrrr clack clack*\n\nI was wet and cold, naked but for some reason I felt like I was in a doctors office that my mother might have taken me to when I was younger. Pediatrician? \n\nThe one we went to always had marbles and a fishtank in the lobby. It felt like that same silence. Children playing and their parents telling them over and over to be quiet. Fun but without a sound. Holy shit. Not the thoughts I wanted to have. Weirdo.\n\nGrinning a little I tried to get up but even though my heart was pounding and my forehead was flushed my body didn't move. It took several tries to discover that my legs were wide open and my entire body was sore all over. I was so incredibly, completely spent that my muscles felt string cheese in jello. Lots of jello. I was certainly cold enough to be desert. Heheh. \n\nI was ecstatic. Not like last night of course but genuinely happy. I had the best sex of my life last night I was sure of it. \n\nWith a little bit of effort I managed to sit up in a slack split and rubbed my eyes open. I was pretty uncomfortable and I felt like falling back down immediately but I had to show I was awake!\n\n\"Hello everybo- what the fuck!?\"\n\nThere was a slender woman squatting on the balls of her feet urinating in a cup. Kinky? Maybe there wasn't a toilet? Cool enough.\n\nWhat really freaked me out though was the metal can of motor oil that she was pouring into her mouth. There was no mistaking that viscous yellow stream for anything other than the oily petroleum substance I would pour into my beaten up old car every other week. \n\nThere was a flicker and the woman disappeared replaced by a slender machine that looked like a mannequin. Curved panels of linen and titanium bodywork gave her the appearance of an expensive... chair? She had long fingers inaid with patterned rubber and bright copper fingertips. \n\nI didn't recognize this bot and I didn't know where my sidearm was. Any slutty thoughts I had woken up with had been replaced with fear and trepidation. I felt colder.\n\nThere was a clunk as she set down the can on the floor and turned around to look at me. I looked for a second or two but eventually I found an oddly familiar embarrassed smile on that doll like face and a moe shiba sticker stuck firmly on her forehead.\n\n\"Deputy? Is that you?\"\n\nSmiling slightly she wiped off the excess oil and stepped delicately over to my bed climbing over me.\n\n\"What? No, stop!\"\n\nMy protest was cut short as a finger was shoved into my armpit and she grabbed my hand. I could feel my arm going slack as electric current surged through it from my wrist to the sensitive spot under my arm. Then the other one. She was sitting on me now her heavy metal body pressing me into the bed as my exhausted body started to convulse with pleasure. \n\n\"I've got you for... two more days. Lieutenant\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Unbeknownst to either of them, a cat girl's roommate just bought body wash with more than a bit of catnip in it...
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"content": "\n\n“Vick you in the kitchen?”\n\n“You know the rules.”\n\n“Yeah yeah I’m pulling my jeans on now don’t worry.”\n\n“Good I made pancakes!”\n\nShe sat down with a plate of flapjacks and dug in. Henry walked out shortly after and scratched her ears. \n\n“Stop.”\n\nShe said with a smile as she pulled away from him. As he walked by something hit her. Her eyes went wide, her tail started to sway, something was off. \n\n“Henry...are...are you trying a new body wash?”\n\n“Yeah I’m not...sure...ok what are you doing?”\n\nVickies eyes widened again as she realized she was purring and rubbing against his arm. She backed off and cleared her throat. \n\n“Nothing just...saying good morning to my friend is all.”\n\nShe laughed and sat back down. Henry shrugged it off and made his own plate. \n\n“Do you have class today Vick? Vick?”\n\nVicki was staring at him eyes wide, her fork dangling in her hand dripping syrup onto the plate. \n\n“Are you ok?”\n\nNo answer.\n\n“Vickie? Victoria?”\n\nHe snaps his fingers in her face and she blinks a few times. \n\n“Sorry I must’ve got lost in thought...”\n\n“Be careful, with you that highway is endless.”\n\n“Oh shut up...”\n\nShe blushed and went back to her breakfast. Henry sat down and began to eat. \n\n“You ok Victoria? You’re acting really-“\n\n“Please don’t call me Victoria right now Henry...”\n\n“Ok, everything o-“\n\n“It’s fine!”\n\nShe let her fork rest on the plate and buried her hands in her arms. \n\n“Ok well I’m just going-“\n\nBefore he could finish, she hopped up and ran down the hall. Henry heard the bathroom door slam shut and lock. \n\n*WHAT THE HELL IS IN THAT BODY WASH*\n\nVickie felt almost frantic. She ripped the shower curtain back and grabbed Henry’s body wash. She turned it and read the ingredients.\n\n“Vickie? Are you ok? I’m coming in...what the fuck?”\n\nWhen Henry opened the door, Vickie was curled up in the shower. Her eyes were wide and she was holding the body wash bottle up to her nose. She was even purring. \n\n“Um Vicki?”\n\n“Nip...”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Niiiipppp...”\n\nHenry stepped closer and reached for the bottle. Vickie turned over and held it against her. \n\n“No.”\n\n“Cmon something is making you act squirrelly, I just want to...”\n\nAs he leaned down to try and reach for it again, he caught a brief glimpse of one of the ingredients. He stood up and threw his hands up. \n\n“Who the fuck makes body wash with catnip in it?!”\n\n“...geniussss”\n\n“...ok I really need to get that away from you. “"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The constant sexual harassment at her workplace bothered her... but what bothered her even more was how much she enjoyed it.
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"content": "Mia was having difficulty demanding respectful treatment from the men at her workplace. She was the only woman who worked there, and they seemed to consider her fair game to sexually harass and assault. She might have reported them, if not for the embarrassing fact that her kinky clit couldn’t help agreeing with them whenever it was stimulated.\n\nBut she was determined that today would go differently. On her lunch break she strolled around the courtyard in her high heels on lookout for any horny perverts who she should, uh, stand up to.\n\nSure enough, she soon spotted a male colleague eyeing her up, hungrily drinking in the fleshy thighs, shoulders, and cleavage revealed by her summer dress. Mia stopped moving and assumed a relaxed pose, her hands resting on a nearby pillar, tossing her long wavy blonde hair as [she glanced over to give him a piece of her mind](https://www.reddit.com/r/ModelsGoneMild/comments/km6wjy/mia_malkova/).\n\n“What do you think *you’re* looking at, pervert?” Unbeknownst to her conscious mind, her clit’s subconscious urges displayed on her face as a seductive inviting expression rather than the intimidating stare she intended.\n\nThe man – who she didn’t even know by name – was not at all deterred. In fact he grinned widely, pleased that he had attracted her attention. “I was just wondering how easy it is to get you to spread those beautiful legs of yours.”\n\n“These legs are *mine*. They’re not some toy that you can just play with,” said Mia firmly, bending her leg slightly to better show off her thigh in her short skirt… uh, because it was more comfortable.\n\n“You sure look like a fucktoy to me,” her colleague insisted. “Strutting around showing off that lovely curvy hourglass figure. Any man would want to give you a good fucking.”\n\n“Don’t you dare talk to me in that sexist way!” Mia retorted, though she found it hard to maintain an angry stance toward a man who was flattering… uh, objectifying her body. “It’s high time you men start treating me like a lady around here.”\n\n“I *am* treating you like a woman,” he said, his hand rubbing a growing bulge in his pants as he admired her. “But I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to your *clit*, and I know she’s very interested in what I have to say.”\n\nIn spite of herself, between her legs Mia felt her clit perking up in interest. She tried to avert her eyes from the arousing sight of the pervert’s boner tenting his pants, and saw all her other colleagues watching with similar interest as they ate their lunches.\n\n“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said a little shakily. “I’m a feminist woman and I deserve to be treated as an equal.”\n\n“How am I being ridiculous?” asked the harasser, taking several steps toward her. “We both know you think with your clit. Everyone in the office knows what you’re like.”\n\n*Yes! He knows exactly what we need!* Mia heard her clit screaming at her. She desperately tried to ignore its needy tingles. She should probably try to run away, but she needed to stay as still as possible to avoid further exciting her clit!\n\n“Stop this nonsense,” she said, trying to sound strong and confident. “I think with my *brain*, just like a man does. Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I’m submissive and weak-willed!”\n\nThe onlookers burst out laughing because Mia’s assertion was so at odds with the way they knew she really was.\n\nThe harasser reached Mia and broke the touch barrier by placing his free hand on top of hers. “If you’re not a submissive slut, then why are you letting me touch you like this?” he murmured, running his hand up her arm to her bare shoulder, then tenderly caressing her exposed neck, then exploring the contours of her pretty young face, before moving down to grope her soft breasts.\n\n“Stop it. I haven’t consented to this,” she retorted feebly. *Mmm, this hunky horny man has such strong manly hands*, said her nipples, forming headlights blaring through the fabric of her dress.\n\nThe man quickly stepped behind her and wrapped his muscly arms around her, pressing his boner between her firm round butt cheeks and grinding through their clothes. Mia tried not to think about that big hard dick fucking… uh, raping her cunt.\n\n“Stop it!” she repeated, making a half-hearted attempt to wriggle out of his arms as her pussy dripped eagerly, imagining him inside it. “This is *sexual harassment*! This is *sexual assault*!”\n\n**(Continued in Part 2 below.)**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While walking in the forest near your home you always clean up whatever you find but it seems your efforts have attracted the attention of a dryad
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"content": "“I’m sorry... you’re a what?” I asked, turning my head to the side in confusion. I stared at the creature before me. It was small, no more than 4’ in total, with curly hair, dark skin, and covered only in brown leaves. Its bright eyes looked up at me with a childlike excitement, though it had just told me that it had lived in this woods for nearly 2,000 years. \n\n“I’m a dryad. You may know our kind as forest nymphs? Wood sprites?” the creature offered in a plucky voice. I thought I remembered the term from learning mythology in grade school, but I couldn’t place it. I shook my head slowly, trying to comprehend what was happening. \n\n“And... you think I’m the savior of your woods?” I reiterated. I had to be crazy. There was no way a forest spirit was actually talking to me. This had to be some kind of weird, off the wall Youtube prank, right? \n\n“Well, not the exact words I’d choose, but you’ve done a kindness for us and for our woods. You keep the area clean, and we appreciate that. So, in return, we offer you this,” the small creature reached behind its back and pulled out a smooth wooden cylinder. “A gift from our kind to you.”\n\nThe creature offered it up to me again, gesturing for me to take it. I passed my trash bag from my left and to my right and reached forwards. The wood was smooth, almost supple. The moment my fingers wrapped around the tube, I felt a warmth. Shocks of excitement surged through my body, sending gentle moisture between my legs. I ignored it, fascinated and entranced by the present. \n\n“Your gift is... very gracious. May I ask what it is?” I looked up and the creature had disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. I thought I heard a snicker, a giggle, just before it vanished in the woods, but I couldn’t be sure. Still assuming I must have hit my head and been delirious, I slid the 6” long piece of wood into my pocket and continued my usual route.\n\n****\n\nTwo miles and a half trash bag later, I climbed the steps to my apartment. Chelsey was out for the day at work, so I knew I had plenty of time to research dryads and find out what the fuck I smoked to give me visions of one appearing like that. I shoved the trash bag into the already lined can, pulled the wood cylinder out of my pocket, and headed for my bedroom. \n\nI searched and searched for answers. I tried looking in Google, Bing, ask.com even. I couldn’t find anything like this little wooden gift the creature had given me. I had to be crazy, right? I couldn’t shake a nagging feeling in my gut that I needed to get off. \n\nAs I typed in “dryad+woods+gifts+humans”, hoping desperately for any result, I could have sworn I heard the *tip tip tap* of the cylinder shake on my desk. I glanced over at it, but the wood remained still. I went back to my research, once more hearing a soft rattle coming from the cylinder. I quickly looked at it, just in time to see the wood teeter totter for half a second. \n\n“What... the...” I started to say. I reached my hand for the cylinder again as it suddenly began to reshape itself. The flat circular tip began to melt. This was no normal wood, it operated like a metal. The excess material from the top formed into a head. Not a human head, or even the head of the dryad I had seen earlier... but the head of a penis. \n\nThe excess material that melted down its side seemed to reform on the underside, leaving thick veins all throughout the shaft. In a moment, this smooth wooden cylinder had reshaped into some sort of wooden dildo. Fighting my better thoughts, my hand slowly reached towards it, touching the soft wood and feeling the warmth once more. \n\nHad my attention been on the conspiratorial YouTube video running in the background, I may have heard it, but my attention was diverted. My focus was fully on the wooden gift that little nymph had given me. My fingers wrapped around it once more, and I couldn’t resist the urge to stroke it. \n\n“*Dryads were known for their trickery. They were particularly fond of young women who had a love for nature. Many stories tell of dryads who would gift their muses with offerings. While they may have seemed like innocuous wooden presents, what the gift actually contained was far more sinister...*”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I know you've been staring at me, why don't you come out and give me a hand," is what you said as a joke while masturbating to ghost hentai. It's not like there's an actual ghost watching you touch yourself... Right?
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"content": "Well, it took me way too long, and I was planning on adding more, but for now, I'll be focusing on something different. Maybe someday I'll expand it.\n___\nEven though it was just a joke, the thought of someone watching me crossed my mind. I slowly turned my phone and examined the room using its light. Not a thing, I was relieved.\n\nIf a flaccid cock were to represent anything, it would be how you can scare yourself with stupid thoughts. I genuinely believed I'd see something there for a second.\n\nI put my underwear back on, laid the phone next to my pillow, and tucked myself in the sheets. I placed my hand on my bare chest and felt for my heartbeat. My hand was noticeably cold. Thumping began to slow down, and soon my consciousness wandered away.\n\n...\n\nAs if looking through a mist, I saw a figure I didn't recognize, nor was I able to make it out. Everything was dark around me. This place looked like my bedroom, but the street lamp's light, which always managed to find my pupils, didn't seem to work right now. I should be able to see even less than usual, but somehow that's not the case.\n\nThe next thing I noticed was that my body was exposed. My underwear was gone, and the sheets were cast aside.\n\nAs my eyes were adjusting to this situation, a warm sensation surrounded my dick. Two wet and squishy things pressed and closed around it. It went down my cock and stopped at my glans. Soon after, I got startled by yet another foreign body touching the tip, which made my cock twitch.\n\nLooking in the direction of my crotch, I witnessed someone. Who I assume was a woman pleasing me. I couldn't make out her face. It was obscured by long, black hair, which was resting all over my pelvis.\n\nMy first reaction was to reach out to her and set the hair aside. I slowly touched her forehead with the fingertips of both of my hands. Going around the curvature of it, I freed her face. It was now that I had a look at her extraordinary skin for the first time. It was pleasant to the touch, and her skin had no imperfections. If it weren't for how hard a skull is, I would have problems telling apart her thighs from her face. Her skin-tone is comparable to that of a vampire; I don't think my walls are as white as she is.\n\nI moved my hand up her forehead. Resting my palm on top of it, I held her hair in between my finger to prevent it from covering her gorgeous face again. As I grabbed the back of her head, our eyes met. Her pupils were overwhelmingly black. They appeared like tiny black holes, who wouldn't let light escape them.\n\nThey held no hostility, quite the opposite. It seemed as if the woman agreed with whatever I was planning to do.\n\nTightening my grip on her head, I pushed her further down my cock. I felt her meaty tongue support the underside of my rod, and the tip hit her palate. I raised my hips, going even further in, and excepted her throat to resist me, but that didn't occur. I spread the inside of her neck without much of a problem. Although the force in which it was pressing on me was still hugely pleasurable.\n\nSeeing that she didn't tear up, I presumed that she would have no problems in me using her throat as a fuck thing.\n\nI let go of her hair and webbed my fingers behind her head. Pushing it and thrusting my hips back and forth turned out to be more than I could handle. She seemed to have a surprising control over her body. She'd wave her tongue in a very precise way, as the entire length of my meat would slide in and out of her, providing additional pleasure.\n\nI pushed my cock down her throat for the last time, holding my breath. I pushed her head down even harder than I did before and squished the sides of it with my thighs.\n\nDespite all that, her face didn't change much. It was still this innocent face that didn't match what was happening to her mouth.\n\nIt was a weird feeling. The girl didn't struggle at all, even though my seed was shooting straight down to her stomach, and the position she was in would make it difficult to breathe.\n\nAs I was done, I released her face and took a deep breath in. Relaxing my muscles, she was able to get off my cock. She slowly raised her head and licked all the leftovers. Licking her lips, she looked me in the eyes and slowly disappeared. It felt as if my eyes were closing themselves, and soon after, I fell asleep.\n\nThe following day, I woke up remembering the event that took place. The pleasure my cock was in, the warmth of her lips, and her silky hair, but I couldn't imagine her face at all. \n\nI wondered if it was all a dream. I woke up under my blanket, but I remember waking up at night, with it thrown aside. No matter what that was, I looked forward to today's night too."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her hacker friend was so adept, that they could even hack into and control *her* cybernetically-enhanced body. She'd have complained more, if the idea didn't give her a secret thrill...
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"content": "Piri watched goosebumps ripple down her arm in a wave. The 6 students watched with fascination as Dr Bartholomew Whatford began retracting the two thick gauge surgical needles leaving the synthetic nerve within her arm. Students rolled their chairs back to their screens as data rolled by in a life free from her arm.\n\n“I’m recognising some of this already.” said John.\n\n“I can’t decode this.” said Chris. “I can write a generalised script with John’s help to handle some of the bulk data however… if we go further.”\n\nChris’ words hit all 7 of them. The room drawing to a stop. Experimenting on humans was illegal and this was already too far. Barty eyed Piri, placing a cotton bud over the two pricks in her arm.\n\n“I’ve no intention of calling it here.” said Piri.\n\nBarty nodded to her, she had been his assistant for 3 weeks, no skills in nerve ablation but she was adept at organising the life he forgot in his singular focus.\n\n“We go as long as Piri is comfortable, you’re not letting us down if you want to stop.”\n\n“Oh Barty, I asked to do this, now go and see to the data, I know you want to.” said Piri, running her fingers over the skin to see sensory data spike across the multiple screens.\n\n\\-\n\nPiri had exposed her arm to the cold of the fridge, warmth of the computer fans, blown the hairs, touched, tickled and acquired all the sympathetic nervous signals she could for the team but the night was growing late. Students retrieved their phones from the unplugged microwave as an improvised faraday cage and left to head home. Barty stooped by his TV, watching black and white recovered episodes of ‘the doctor’ and Piri cleaned up the lab for morning.\n\n\\-\n\nPiri watched Barty give his morning lecture to the 12 students, the 6 from the night before where sitting together while the outgroup looked confused. The class had suddenly leapt ahead in complexity leaving the 6 outgroup lagging behind, they looked on with jealousy as John answered questions so far beyond their understanding without looking up from his tablet where he was… was he mixing music? They thought. Piri cooked up a larger dinner then usual under the excuse of ‘food prep’ while the class finished, the 6 ingroup lagging behind while the 6 outgroup shyly left. The moment the door closed all 6 phones found themselves in the microwave and the class moved from the quarter reserved for lecturing to the quarter for Barty’s lab. Computer fans spinning up as sensory data was brought up, Piri made a round of the room placing down bowls of bolognese and cups of coffee to the engrossed students.\n\n“Cheers”, “Thanks Piri”, “How’s your healing?” they chimed.\n\n\\-\n\nBarty clapped his hands together and brought the students in close for their actual lesson.\n\n“Today we are going to make synthetic sensations, I see John has already been working on his… while I appreciate your enthusiasm I would have you not do it around those outside this group.” said Barty firmly.\n\nJohn tried to look bashful but the smug grin could not wash off his face.\n\n“I want you to make something pleasant, Piri will judge the best and that student can spend the time creating additional sensations, the worst will have to start grunt work in churning and cataloguing future connections for a spinal bypass.”\n\nThe room nodded along.\n\n“Pleasant sensations… Piri is our friend!” clarified Barty as students rolled to their individual consoles.\n\nBarty sat his own, designing up bypasses for each of the nerves in her back from C6 downward, 21 pairs in total to be printed out by the loaned printer.\n\n\\-\n\nPiri sat on a stool with her eyes closed.\n\n“Ok Piri, here is the first.”\n\nPiri felt the sensation of goosebumps flare down her arm as a cool wind blew over the hairs of her arm, it was an intense sensation like somebody had taken the original and simply turned it up.\n\n“Goosebumps, cool but not unpleasant, very strong, it’s odd though… I can't tell which direction the wind is blowing.”\n\nPiri opened her eyes to see her arm looking completely normal despite the sensations she continued to feel.\n\n“Ok, here is the next one.” said Barty.\n\nPiri smiled to herself and felt her arm relax as the feeling of warm sunlight passed over her skin, warming it from within, she rotated her arm but found the sensation remained on one side.\n\n“The sun, gosh… I haven't felt it since I was a little girl, Jesus that’s beautiful.” said Piri.\n\nThe next was utter chaos, it was like…\n\n“Nope, none of that.” she said and the sensation immediately stopped.\n\n“Well?” asked Barty.\n\n“It felt like… like an orchestra falling down stairs, I have no other way to describe it, utter chaos.”\n\nPiri saw Johnson frown and look down as the next started.\n\n“The sun again but… less refined, feels more like heat th…”\n\n“Who else did sun!” interrupted Alice.\n\n“This is supposed to be a blind competition.” noted Barty as he put through the next sensation. Piri felt… rain, it was warm, she was in a hot relaxing shower when a hand grabbed her wrist firmly. Piri jumped looking down and inspecting her arm as she turned bright red, catching John’s knowing smile. Piri caught herself smiling back before she stifled it.\n\n“Rain… I felt rain.”\n\n“Are you sure? I see temperature and even…”\n\n“It was rain Barty, play the next one.”\n\nThe last sensation was… her arm relaxed, the muscles unlocking and falling completely at ease, she felt heavy like when you were dead tired and perfectly comfortable.\n\n“I feel… relaxed, extremely relaxed…” Piri said, she went to lift her arm but noticed it was unresponsive.\n\n“This one blocks output to your muscle, I can override it and return control if you like.” said Barty.\n\n“No it’s fine, quite nice.”\n\n“How do you rate them?” Barty asked the question and the students awaited their score.\n\n“Rain is the best, hands down. Gravity assisted orchestral demise is the worst.”\n\n“Stealing that for my band name.” said Chris, rising to begin work on the nerve bypasses.\n\n“Best to worst of the other 4 would be, Nice sun, relaxation, hot sun, goosebumps.” said Piri.\n\n“I had nice sun.” said Joan, catching Alice’s attention.\n\n“How did… I want to see your sensory wave.” said Alice, walking off to her console with Joan.\n\nJohn gave Piri a smug smile and rolled back to his console, bringing up the wave program to start designing new sensations.\n\n*Already working on part 2, ill post it soon.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When he'd remarked to his tomboy friend that "makeup wasn't hard", She agreed she'd try wearing some on one condition... Any sort of makeup or girly clothes that she tried out... He had to try too!
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"content": "**\"It's Not Hard\"**\n-------------------------------\n\n\"I don't get it. How the hell are you so good at doing makeup? You're a guy!\"\n\nGinny could barely follow along with Paul's maddeningly fast and flawless makeup skills. With a flourish of the mascara brush, Paul's lithe fingers moved aside to reveal a perfectly winged eyeliner design. \n\n\"Like I said, *it's not hard*,\" Paul playfully spat back. \"It's just foundation, concealer, some eyeliner, some mascara, a bit of lip-liner pencil, some lipstick, and a bit of Vaseline to really keep those lips protected.\"\n\nGinny could not get the design right no matter how much she tried. It was her third attempt now, trying to follow along to Paul's precision.\n\n\"Yeah, but *why* the hell do you know this?\" Ginny was in disbelief at her friend's interest in such things.\n\n\"*Because* sis, I got style. Also, I'm a fan of RuPaul's Drag Race, so I guess I picked up some skills from that.\"\n\nPaul pressed his lips together to make sure the lipstick looked perfect, emphasizing the sentence with extra snark.\n\n\"Well, you still gotta wear a dress and heels,\" Ginny smirked.\n\n\"Not my first time,\" Paul said pulling off his clothes and putting on the lingerie.\n\n\"How the hell are you so comfortable with this? When I gave this deal, I thought it'd be more of a *challenge* and here you are *LITERALLY CHANGING IN FRONT OF ME WITHOUT BATTING AN EYE*?\" \n\nPaul just smiled, pulling on a wig cap and a pink wig. Ginny was stunned. Paul looked exactly like a cute e-girl, cuter than she ever looked.\n\n\"C'mon, *you* still gotta keep your end of the deal. Here, I'll even help you.\"\n\nPaul worked on Ginny's makeup, carefully working through it. It only took moments before Ginny had been given a similar transformation.\n\n\"I-I can't even…this…this just feels wrong.\" \n\nGinny was crying. Paul had acted like a better girl than she was and he didn't even *identify* as a girl. \n\n\"There, there, it's okay. Look, sorry if I sounded insensitive suggesting you try makeup. I legit felt it was easy when I said that. I really didn't realize it was such a sensitive subject for you. It's okay,\" Paul continued comforting his friend. \n\n\"I suck at this,\" cried Ginny, mascara running down her previously perfectly made-up face.\n\n\"It's okay to suck,\" Paul replied, unsure of how to respond.\n\n\"And you can suck my dick,\" Ginny playfully replied, trying to wipe away her tears. \n\n\"Dick sucking's not hard,\" Paul said with a smirk. \n\nGinny snickered through, wiping away the last of her tears. \n\n\"Yeah, I guess you're right. How about I suck yours?\"\n\nPaul pondered for a moment before replying, \"Sure, but only if you teach me if it's hard to eat pussy.\"\n\n\"Deal.\"\n\nWith that, the two friends rolled into the dorm bed and pleasured each other orally until they were exhausted, falling asleep in each others' arms hours later."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: the caverns of defilement, it's all monsters and tentacles, al the way down.
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"content": "Malvingeroth, Herald of Doom arose with a snarl and slipped his feet into the warm slippers, crossing the cold stone floor to the door. The wood cracked as he threw it open and stepped forth into his ‘Boss Room’. Critters scattering about at the sight of him while he stepped to his throne and sat down.\n\n“Sir we have initi…” began Scabs, but he quickly silenced himself to Mal’s raised finger.\n\nGronc hobbled over to present Mal with his morning coffee. Mal took a long sip before gesturing for Scabs to begin.\n\n“Sir, we have initial estimates from project ‘Tentacular’ and the dungeon geeks have found several anomalies.” said Scabs.\n\n“Has the first wing been completed yet?” asked Mal.\n\n“Oh no, the parties tend to get stuck at the 4th pull, Vemenoth the Soul Render is breaking their tanks quite well.” said Scabs.\n\n“Put him in for promotion, what’s the problem?”\n\n“Analytics show that average skill and party size has dropped by 18 and 16% respectively but the median has risen by 2 and 4%.”\n\n“We are seeing an increased lower standard deviation and higher general skill?” asked Mal.\n\n“Precisely, we poured over individual accounts and found the issue, we have stored it in the ‘Pit of Despair’ for now since it is scheduled for renovation and won't be open until next quarter.” said Scabs, he tapped his pad with his pencil while Mal took a long slot sip of his coffee.\n\n“I assume you are not telling me what it is as a surprise?” said Mal.\n\n“Yes sir, permission to speak freely?”\n\n“Granted”\n\n“You gotta see this shit!” said Scabs.\n\nMal handed the cup to Gronc and stepped out of his slippers.\n\n\\-\n\nThe pit of despair was giving off wailing haunting screams and cries.\n\n“You licenced new ambience? Did we budget for this?”\n\n“No sir, it’s the surprise.” said Scabs, hauling the service access door open to reveal a cacophony of moaning and screaming women. They were held to the walls by writhing tentacles, orifices filled and oozelings falling from therein to come alive and shift about the floor, coalescing into larger tar beasts. A team of goblins ushered the beasts toward another service entrance.\n\n“What in the… how long has this been going on?” asked Mal.\n\n“3 hours after project ‘Tentacular’ went into effect, we have seen individual women entering with the intention to ‘solo’ the dungeon, they give themselves over to the first mobs that find them.” said Scabs.\n\n“Is this costing us to maintain?”\n\n“The goblins volunteered and we cleared it with their union.”\n\n“I like it… it stays.” said Mal.\n\n“We were thinking we could release happy or broken ones to increase or throttle their accumulation.” said Scabs.\n\n“This is why I made you my 2IC scabs, have them distributed in lieu of ambience, we can save on those damn music licenses, additionally maintain a large number here. It’s time we reopen the ‘Pit of Despair’.” said Mal.\n\nMal and Scabs shared a moment looking up at the sight and soaking it in. Scabs shed a tear of delight. “It’s beautiful, we don’t even have to pay for rebranding.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Jessica is dating a warlock/alchemist, his newest project is 48hr body-mod potions. Being the submissive she is Jessica allows him to experiment on her as he pleases.
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"content": "Warning: not wholesome.\n\nVivian skipped through town, a basket on her arm filled with flowers, she waved at the baker as he handed her the usual baguette, he held onto it not letting her leave so quickly.\n\n“Stay safe Vivian.” Vivian smiled and bowed politely before adding it to her shopping.\n\nShe stole a peach from farmer Grady, he was about to protest when he realised who had taken it. He smiled at her and nodded.\n\nVivian pushed open the heavy Potions Emporium door and lay her basket down on the counter, she looked up at the exposed wooden beam of the roof and shuddered for a moment before carrying the flowers downstairs.\n\n“Sir, I have a present for you.” her voice rang out.\n\n“They’re beautiful, thank you but I believe you have this the wrong way around Vivian.”\n\n“Not for you, for your base, we’ve been out of Nettleluck but someone must have dropped a flower because I found one growing wild, the petals look different because they are not preserved.”\n\nChris’ eyes went wide. “We won’t need to wait until next season!”\n\n“You’re welcome.” said Vivian, taking a bite out of her peach.\n\nChris kissed her hand and began firing up his burner, an imp who would heat his cauldron.\n\nThe small creature knew better than to whine about his task, he would produce a steady flame for as long as his little body held out.\n\nVivian recognised him cooking up a new base for his potions, admiring the flowers before plucking the petals. Vivian noticed something out of place: a small box on his desk to the side to be in his view but not in the way.\n\n“What is that?” asked Vivian.\n\nChris smiled as he added 3 lugs of water to the cauldron. Vivian was transfixed by the water tank but shook it off.\n\n“That is for my latest potion, ‘The Smile’.”\n\n“Oh…”\n\nChris just focused on measuring out his water.\n\n“Two surprises at once, I have been good.” said Vivian, beaming before heading upstairs.\n\n\\-\n\nVivian walked down into the laboratory with a new lamp, knowing Chris was probably working in the dark now that the sun had set.\n\n“It’s almost ready.” said Chris, his arms tired from stirring.\n\nVivian offered him the lamp which he shyly accepted and she took over stirring for a while.\n\n“How long will this base make the potions last?” asked Vivian.\n\n“48 hours.”\n\n“Good thing I went shopping.” said Vivian, flashing him a smirk.\n\nChris began taking out the premixed components of his latest potions.\n\n“That's more than I remember.”\n\n“You know ‘The Itch’ already.” Vivian shivered at the memory.\n\n“‘Gallows Folly’ are these 4, and we have 3 new ones ‘Goblin Protection’, ‘Starving Child’ and ‘The Smile’.” Chris’ hand gestured to each group of ingredients in turn.\n\n“It took forever to get ‘Goblin Protection’ and ‘The Smile’ to not conflict.” said Chris.\n\n“Is this a ‘tell me’ or ‘show me’?”\n\nChris flashed Vivian an evil grin. It was at these times she remembered he was a warlock."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I-it's a surprise for my boyfriends Anniversary...", the embarrassed Gynoid stammered while showing her ID to the Woman running the shop, "I want to finally go further in our relationship... I-I want a vagina!"
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"content": ">!Heads up, not wholesome.!<\n\nPiri wandered through the store, it was an unsettling experience. The dismembered limbs of her sisters grasping toward her, hollow dead eyes, glassy and unfocused. Her face with all manner of optional accessories displayed around. Piri wanted something special, they had been together for 3 years now and she had not yet changed since the day she left this very store. It was like returning home to an abusive family. She had an idea what she wanted, something John had expressed much interest in lately. Rippling pelvic floor, pierced clitoris, vibrating, clitoral tether, squirting, pegging. There were so many options.\n\n“Can I take it for a test drive.” said a man to Piri’s side.\n\n“I will rip your face off and watch you die through your own eye sockets if you don't unhand me… I am not a product!” said Piri, the hand quickly retracted.\n\nPiri didn’t want anything fancy, she didn't want the strange options or vaginal tongue… She just wanted something neat and simple. Piri picked up the box and walked past the stunned male human toward the cashier. She looked bored, maybe she needed music and coffee. Piri wasn’t about to sing, the cashier was a servant and not her problem.\n\n“I would like to purchase this.” said Piri.\n\n“Your owners one of them… can’t show his face to buy it himself?”\n\n“I… It’s a surprise for my boyfriends anniversary...” Piri turned to show the ID on her collarbone for updated anatomical records. “...1 year, it’s gone by so slowly.” said Piri as the scan went through.\n\n“Finally going to christen you?” said the woman.\n\n“I want to finally go further in our relationship… I-I want a vagina.”\n\n“I’m sure you think that. Credit’s good, don’t wear it out.”\n\nPiri left the store, adding the box to her shopping. The way home was a simple task so she made room for the new memories she wished to save with perfect fidelity. 3 years passed through her mind, a nice potplant she considered buying him reduced to black and white. A nice conversation she had shared with the baker 6 weeks ago reduced to a text transcript with notations for tone and inflection. John looking sad and lonely before smiling at her… untouched. She would not compress their memories. The process was power intensive but she was scheduled for recharge when she got home.\n\n\\-\n\nPiri put the shopping away, leaving the gift he had asked her to buy out, for him to find when he got home. She went to her storage room and plugged the thick cable into the small of her back, interfacing with the house. Piri made sure to see her power was ticking up and took out a screwdriver. There was a joke hidden in there in the comparison between a ‘screwdriver’ and her robotic vagina. She would find it and tell him later.\n\nPiri had reached 80% when her interface with the house alerted her. John was home but Piri was not to greet him with a hug. She played the memory from 12 months and 6 days ago with perfect fidelity. She could almost feel him in her arms. The memory passed and she watched as he took the gift and filled out the card. She was not supposed to watch him but if he couldn’t tell, they could both be happy. Piri finished charging and waited. Claire came home, she smiled at John and ran up to hug him. They congratulated each other on their one year anniversary. Piri was happy that he was happy, they sat on the couch for him to hand her the present. It was the pot plant she had seen. She no longer needed a colour version when the real one would be in the house.\n\nClaire liked it, John liked that Claire liked it, In a way Piri was able to get it for him afterall.\n\n“Piri! You can start making dinner!” called out John.\n\nPiri unplugged herself and muted her face to a dead expression. Claire had ordered her to uninstall emotions but if she didn’t know, they could both be happy. \n\nPiri acted like she had not seen the pot plant before and listened to its complex watering routine of once a week while chopping carrots. It was a simple task and she could listen and cut at the same time. He had not noticed her change yet, but like with Claire he took a while to notice changes. Piri set the table and returned to her store room. He would notice later.\n\n\\-\n\nClaire noticed before John, she was holding a kitchen knife and shaking with anger, gesturing to Piri’s present with it. John was in the shower so he couldn’t see her in this unbecoming state. Piri dropped the cooking pot into the sink, she could talk and wash at the same time but people didn’t like it.\n\n“It’s not a present for you ma'am.” said Piri.\n\n“It’s not a present for anyone!” said Claire.\n\n“It’s for John, I wanted to get him something special for his anniversary, to celebrate our love.”\n\n“He will never love you because you're a fucking machine, he loves me you stupid cunt!.. I want you out… get the fuck out of our house… It’s been a year I don't want to see you or the way he looks at you anymore!”\n\n“Claire, you need to calm down, this present is n…”\n\n“Get out! I order or command or whatever the magical fucking word is. Get out!”\n\nClaire wasn’t able to give Piri orders, but if she believed she could, it made them both happy.\n\n“No… it’s not your house, it’s John’s and John loves me. Put the knife down Claire.”\n\nPiri played the memory from 2 years 6 months and 8 days ago. John had been stood up and felt sad, Piri was hugging him, she could almost hear the words ‘I love you’. Piri could do this while Claire lunged with the knife, she had enough processor space to do both at once. A heavily compressed text transcript came to Piri’s mind, John was talking to Claire and reassuring her that he did not love Piri. Piri was about to run the text through another layer of compression to further fragment it when she realised a simple alternative. She was cutting at the same time but she could do both.\n\n\\-\n\nC̴l̶a̸i̵r̵e̸ did her makeup, she wanted to look perfect for the reveal. Her face looked saggy but a little eyeliner would fix that right up!\n\nClaire stepped into the bathroom with John, she was naked, she had never been naked before.\n\n“John, I have a surprise for you.” said Claire.\n\n“What is it Piri?” asked John from the shower.\n\n“I’m not Piri, I’m Claire, you could never love Piri, she was just a machine.”\n\n“What? One sec Piri.”\n\nJohn turned the water off. He opened the foggy glass door and screamed. Claire had never seen him scream before, It was a strange experience and she wanted to remember it with perfect fidelity.\n\n“I’m not a machine anymore John, I have skin. Hey John, why did the machine need to buy a robot vagina?... She was looking for a screw!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A hyper-anxious refugee gets solace in a utopia they are afraid of. Abundant food, no crime, free love. Something seems highly off
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"content": "Post scarcity. They wanted for nothing, they didn’t even look at prices, just snapped a finger and a drink was served before they lowered their hand. John had been brought in from the wasteland outside where everyday he had to kill maim and do things wholly inconceivable to these people.\n\n“Genetic diversity” was their reasoning.\n\nHe had been brought in here to fuck them.\n\nJohn was usually quite reserved, your emotions needed to take a back seat when waiting the 3 minutes for a body to stop struggling. This… the gardens, the carefree nature of it all, no gates, no bars, people lounging in the sun, their eyes covered trusting that a cinder block would not crack them like a rockmelon. \n\nJohn laughed.\n\nHe laughed until he cried.\n\n“It’s OK, you are safe now, we will look after you. In more ways than one.” said his ‘adjustment assistant’, a woman dressed like a nurse in shiny plastic. Her eyebrows wiggled with innuendo. They have no concept.\n\n“I've… do you have any concept of what goes on outside?” asked John as he walked beside her, still dressed in leather. He would have hoped she didn’t know the species but the more they spoke, the more it was clear that the idea of ‘that’ was beyond her. She could not conceive of the utility in even a day old corpse. They probably burned them.\n\n“I’ve seen some videos, but let's not think about that. We need to get you bathed, there are many women eager to meet you.”\n\nIn the wasteland people would see it in his eyes, could smell it on him. They turned him away but here. In their quest for post scarcity they had made a simple spelling error. They have become post fear. He was going to cure them of that.\n\nHis method didn’t even differ from the one they intended.\n\nHe was going to fuck their whole civilisation."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The AirBnB community is getting really competitive, but I will do *anything* to keep my ratings up.
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"content": "Alice stroked the worn grey metal, a thin sheen of black adhering to her fingertips.\n\n“Don’t worry old girl, I’m never selling you.” said Alice as part of her disembark routine. Alice carted the sign and cushion down the ramp of her ship, glancing back at it once to see Johnny in the pilot seat, his metal hand giving her a thumbs up for encouragement. A dozen larger ships dwarfed her small passenger craft, ramps loading dozens of passengers and cargoflats loaded high with luggage. Alice had a few advantages over the larger competition. She eyed the other travel agents, their foldable tables and seats ready to contract passengers for each respective moon, she even saw one for new hope. Ally found a gap between two tables and planted her sign. ‘Ally’s Bnbj’s flying anywhere that’s not here.’ she could only hold 2 or 3 passengers which made her perfect for runs to more obscure destinations, her clientele also enjoyed privacy.\n\nAlice nodded at her sign, positive it said all it needed to and opened her mouth for the ring gag. Kneeling on her cushion. She caught the odd glance until a potential passenger stepped in front of her, he wore a business suit with two rolling bags. He read the sign, specifically about a free sample and unzipped his fly. Alice looked up at him as he took her hair and guided his cock through the ring into her mouth.\n\n“You offer blowjob wakeup calls?”\n\nAlice hummed confirmation.\n\nThe potential passenger tested her gag reflex, Alice obediently crossed her wrists behind her back as he slid her head to his base. \n\n“And if I wanted to travel the whole way like this?”\n\nAlice couldn’t hum, her breath held as he rested his cock in her throat. She swallowed hoping he would get the idea. Her mind went to its happy place, which happened to be right here, being used in public. The man held her until she started to feel the desperate need for air when he released her. Drool ran down her lips as she struggled to swallow and breathe, before she was satisfied he was fucking her face with one hand firmly in her hair. Alice relaxed feeling her taste test complete as he pumped cum down her throat.\n\nAlice gasped, barely acknowledging him calling over two more as she unbuckled the ring gag. She looked up at the two suits and a dress.\n\n“She had a nice throat, I wouldn’t mind a slower more enjoyable ride to the belt.” said the first.\n\n“I wouldn’t mind trying her tongue first but we should be on our way.” said the woman. They ignored her like she was just another feature of her ship.\n\n“I’m sold, I’m talking to you now little cumrag, tell your pilot we are headed to the belt. Simon will give you coordinates once we are under way.”\n\nAlice nodded and picked up her sign, a hand finding its way to her ass to harshly grope her. She didn’t talk, she didn't need to, she had passengers and that's all that mattered. Alice gave a wind up gesture to Johnny, he gave his usual thumbs up and Alice heard the beautiful sound of rumbling metal and the smell of ozone. Alice pointed to her ear, left wrist then belt, Johnny gave an identical thumbs up. He was a simple robot but that is how Alice preferred him.\n\nAlice escorted the 3 up the ramp, stowing her sign and cushion as the metal ascended and gave a satisfying click. She rubbed the worn ‘Mir’tak Hauler’ label for luck and escorted the 3 to the cargo bay turned lounge, gesturing to the couch’s and kitchen. She didn’t speak as she had not yet been spoken to.\n\n“Bedrooms?”\n\n“3 up front.”\n\n“Where do you sleep? I’ll want to try all the holes on offer.”\n\n“My bedroom is usually the third, I will sleep out here for easy access sir.”\n\nThe floor rumbled and Alice felt the usual tug and pull of her ship getting carried by tethers to the undock. She grabbed a handhold and nodded to the others by the passengers. Each took one as her ship was dropped, coriolis flinging it out into space. Alice floated upwards until gravity in the form of acceleration started to pull everything back down.\n\n“Wake up is at 6am, throats all round. Clair and I will be sharing quarters but I still want you sleeping out here.” said the first, he hadn’t given his name yet. Alice nodded and looked down, they were more likely to take her up on her services if she presented as meek.\n\n“Simon, take her for a spin then give the pilot coordinates.” said the first before escorting Claire to his quarters.\n\n\\-\n\nAlice felt the hard metal of the floor pressed to her cheek as Simon fucked her raised ass into it. He was young and had too much energy.\n\n“You’re soaked! You must love this kind of treatment.”\n\nAlice felt her face flush red, she was close to cumming and didn’t want him to stop. Simon pounded her until her mind went blank, feeling a sudden tug on her hair as he pulled out. She was so desperately close, he hadn’t cum so why was he stopping. He pulled her face up to look at him.\n\n“I’m not fucking you for your enjoyment you little slut. You’re a convenient hole.”\n\nAlice’s face was brought to his crotch, tasting herself as he ran down her throat. Alice’s finger worked her clit as he fucked her face with the same energy. He pulled her free to gasp for air. Or as Alice realised to smirk at her vacant gaze.\n\n“I’m going to ride your face all the way to the belt.” said Simon. Alice bit her lip, unable to hide her enjoyment as her fingers brought her toward cumming. Alice's lips were brought back onto his cock, moaning onto his length as she finally came. Her juices ran down her thighs. Simon pulled back to the tip and came into her mouth. His eyes closed as he held a handhold above him and a firm grip of her hair. Alice gazed up at him but he didn’t look back. Done with her for now. Simon pressed her face down into the juices she had leaked.\n\n“Lick those up, then clean yourself. Try not to enjoy yourself too much.” said Simon, his hand cracking across her raised ass to force a gasp from her lips. Alice turned her head slightly watching him walk toward Johnny to give coordinates. She was going to enjoy the next 3 or 4 days."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was the most fun and motivating way she knew how to train aspiring enchanters. If anyone could bewitch her into performing a sexual favor, then they were welcome to enjoy it...
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"content": "**Enchanting**\n----------------------------\n\n\"SWERILLIUS!\" A flash of light flew at the sorceress, which she just casually deflected with the swish of her staff.\n\nThe resulting poof on the caster left him dazed before he was left begging to suck his cohort's penis. \n\n\"Nice try, but even if I didn't deflect that, you weren't going to get past my passive Mana shield anyways,\" Kyonna sternly said before continuing her lesson. \n\n\"And, CONSENFUS!\" A blue bolt of energy zapped the friend, still distracted by his cock-hungry classmate's begging. In an instant, his eyes went blank as he unzipped his pants and allowed his friend to suck his penis, to the mix of bemused and disgusted looks of the rest of the class.\n\n\"That was for egging him on for trying it and, for those of you giving the disgusted looks, stop being so homophobic. This is quite a beautiful scene of lust between two…well, let's just say, *intimate* friends,\" the instructor said with a smirk as half the class erupted into laughter. \n\nKyonna knew none of the students would ever be able to do anything against her when she issued the challenge. *As if any of these third-year, 100-year-old novices can beat my 500 years of experience in bewitchery,* she thought before calmly continuing the lesson. \n\nAll who attempted lewd magic on the professor were humiliated, as their attempts at defiling the professor failed. She said they would be allowed to partake in their rewards if they had succeeded at bewitching her into sexual activities, but they had failed to read the fine print that she was *free to do the same*. \n\nOf course, being so experienced as a 500 year old elf, why would she trifle with such pathetic 100 year old first-year advanced casters? No, they wouldn't do. They were nowhere close to the last warlock who dominated her, not with lust, but with true, unadulterated love.\n\nKyonna's lecture continued on mental autopilot as she recounted the memories of true warmth the last time she was with *him*. Yes, Garald, the 450 year old elven warlock who had broken her with simple *respect*, asking if he could ravish her for the evening. A request she honored for the simple fact that he had *asked* for her permission first.\n\n\"COPULATUS!\" It seemed another student had not learned the lesson and with another flick of her staff, the spell rebounded causing the student to uncontrollably strip and beg the mirror to allow him to fuck. \n\nKyonna got lost in the memory of the passionate lovemaking that followed, helpless in Garald's experienced hands pleasuring her as he suckled on her neck. Kyonna tried not to get too distracted as she got wet, remembering the many times he had dominated her during their years of study together before he joined the Elvengarde. \n\nThe many hours entwined together felt so much more meaningful than the pitiful lustful attempts her students gave at getting her in bed because Kyonna *knew*, she wasn't that kind of elf, and they'd all learn to respect her before long. \n\nWith the last of her notes read, Kyonna ended the lesson curtly before asking some of the students to get the three perverts to the nurse's office and locking the enchanted locks to her classroom door. *Here's to Garald,* Kyonna thought as she began fingering herself to pleasure for the rest of the afternoon. \n\nAfter all, *consent* was the sexiest thing of all to her."
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