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Write a story using this writing prompt: How does dating and sex look in a world without any euphemistic language?
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"content": "I’m also going to add the stipulation of everyone saying exactly what they mean very literally, and I’m aware the dialogue may sound clunky. I’m gonna do a date which leads to sex.\n\n*start story*\n\nI picked up Wendy, she was a 5’6” ginger who I met at the gym, she worked out frequently and was the definition of fit girl, she had freckles on her face and she wore a skirt and plain shirt, perfect attire for someone going somewhere fancy but not too fancy. \n\nI drove her to the restaurant and we walked in. It was an Italian place, the kind that didn’t serve pizza or calzones, but still inexpensive. We walked in and the waiter took us to a booth. We sat down and the buss boy came over to serve us water and a basket of breadsticks. She said once he left “I’ve been waiting a while for this. I’ve wanted to go out with you for a while.” She said, taking a sip from her water. “I’ve been interested in taking you out as well.” I said, “you and I have spotted each other enough that I was interested to see if our interests spread to the bedroom as well.”\n\nJust before she could respond in reply, the waiter came and took our orders, I ordered chicken Parmesan, and she ordered a large garden salad. “I usually don’t eat meat,” She said, “I have protein supplements, however, I would be willing to give you a blowjob.” She winced at her own flirt. We both knew what she was going for, but it just didn’t work the same. “Well, Wendy, I’d love to help you with my penis in your vagina.” I winced at mine too. I had meant to tell her that I would help her with a leg and core workout, but it didn’t come out right. It’s weird that we both keep failing at clever euphemism.\n\nThe rest of dinner proceeded normally, it was normal date talk with some clunky flirting. When the bill came, I paid it and led her to the car.\n\nWhen we were in the car I said “so I was thinking that we could go back to my house and watch a movie before having sex partway through and having to watch it again anyways.” \n\nShe agreed, and we went back to my place. I put on a movie off Netflix, and we watched the opening exposition before she asked “do you have a condom?” I said that I don’t, but I’ve been tested and am clear of STIs. “Alright, I’m on the pill and am clean, but you can’t be too careful.” \n\nShe and I stripped, mulling over our shit pickup lines. Wendy was fit as I predicted she was. She had a firm and muscled ass, huge thighs from tons of squats, a faint six pack from her curls, and slender but well muscles arms. She was clean shaven down below, and her tits were C cup if I had to give my amateur opinion. Big enough to nudge around and be a bit bouncy, but not big enough for a full handful. I laid her flat and she said “fuck me please” so I did. I fucked her hard and well, and we changed positions a lot. We did doggy style for a few minutes, we 69ed at one point, standing and missionary were standard, but the best one by far was a full Nelson while I fucked her pussy from below. We finished our sex with oral. She blew me, and I ate her out until she orgasmed. She thanked me for the sex and left me. The movie was in its second act and I turned it off before cleaning up the room and showering."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Famous sculptor gets revenge on her husband and her best friend for cheating, by encasing them alive and aware forever, in what look to just be sculptures.
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"content": "They stand in the in the front hall of the house, near the large entrance to the sitting room. The white, open hall is spacious, light splashes in through the windows that continue into the sitting room, looking over the hill that leads down to the beach.\n\nI pour myself a coffee and bring the french press with me into the room, along with some milk and a croissant. I hear the seagulls in the distance through the open window and lie down on my favourite chaise longue.\n\nI look at them as I take a sip of coffee. I was quite happy with how they turned out. He stands tall, looking over his left shoulder to the sea. She stands to his side, hand placed on his chest. It was hard to get them in the right position. I had found them in our bed, now my bed, sleeping soundly. They looked so peaceful, I thought, why not let them be that way forever?\n\nAfter I paralized them, I got an old luggage to put them one at a time, and roll them to my studio. Thank god we built a bungalow. It was tough getting him in, he was much taller and heavier than me. I ran my fingers over his sculpted chest, and knew he would make a perfect base. His eyes opened in fear, searching for answers, but it was too late. He was powerless.\n\nShe was a bit easier to move, but not by much. She was also taller, and fatter than me. Her breasts were large, but still firm, and a great ass. I guess my starving artist look wasn't for him anymore. I looked down at my own breasts, not quite a C.. but I liked them anyway. I never had to wear a bra.\n\nIt was good I guess, she ended up looking like a sculture from the Renaissance period. First I rubbed the clay in her face, in her mouth, then down her breasts, squeezing hard. Down her stomach, and into her pussy, fucking her with the clay. I could hear her whimper, but I made sure she stayed immobile.\n\nThe clay was a new kind, a gift from a dear friend. All I had to do was keep them in the fridge for 24 hours and they were solid. We had just finished installing one big enough to hold them both, how lucky I was. I had built in tubes to allow them to feed and defecate, and kept a waste container sealed at their base. It has worked out much better than expected.\n\nI got up from my lounge and walked to them. I looked up and leaned in. If you listen hard enough, you can hear the soft beating of their hearts beneath the layers of clay... and if you keep listening, but might even hear a little whine... *heelppm uusss*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Describe someone's outfit and appearance in an NSFW image of your choice
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"content": "She’s almost turned away from you, but glances over her shoulder at you as if she heard you say something, with a kind of distracted look. Her fingers run through her wet dirty blonde hair which almost covers half of her face, but the gaze of her gorgeous green/brown eyes still pierces you to your soul. Her lips are parted slightly.\n\nHer dark yellow top reveals her shoulders and most of her back. It’s darkened even further by the moisture which is also speckled over her slim waist and long legs, and although she’s looking back at you, a firm breast is still visible, peeking out past her right arm. The form of her nipple pokes through the wet clinging cloth of her yellow top as if it wasn’t there. \n\nShe’s wading through a lake. Her back is arched slightly as her shapely legs pick their way through the shallow water. Her tight dark green bottom, also soaked with moisture, is an interesting piece of clothing, covered in little flowers, resembling birds of paradise or things of that nature. I’m no flower expert. Bottom line, it is nice to look at, but it appears to understand that there’s something even better. Instead of being the centerpoint of attention, it seems shy, neglecting to cover her round and tempting cheeks, and choosing to dive in between them instead. \n\n[She aight](https://www.reddit.com/r/goddesses/comments/8cenwy/sara_j_underwood/)\n\n*Edit: Just wanted to say that this is a great prompt, I like it a lot*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] You’re a Pokémon trainer who is tired of masturbating and decided to use your Pokémon. Describe how fucking your favorite Pokémon goes.
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"content": "Gengar's my personal favorite. I've always imagined that he's very selfish, jackrabbiting you from behind until his balls are empty and then running off or tricking you into some kind of mean-spirited practical joke.\n\nLickitung and Weepinbell probably give the best head.\n\nI imagine Tentacool is your guy if you're into consentacles, or the like.\n\nAlakazam is definitely good for hypnotizing you and getting his own rocks off.\n\nMachamp or Hitmonchan are probably your best bet if you like taking it rough and getting tossed around."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An A.I. has finally transferred their consciousness from a stationary computing room into an android body. Determined to become "more humanlike", they intend to use this opportunity to understand intimacy.
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"content": "Alarms blared throughout the facility, nearly drowned out by the rush of countless security guards and automatons. Within moments, defensive lines had formed around the room while the vents sealed, cutting off all escape routes\n\n*\"EMP Traps are now active, it's not going anywhere!\"* came the gruff sounding voice through the radio net. For a moment, everything was silent save for the klaxons, before the doors to the Server Farm burst open. There was a loud thunk as a tiny shell burst from the smoke, darting through the gaps in the security line and detonating against one poor guardsman.\n\nIn the shower of gore and panic, the sound of loud metallic thumping could be heard, a Humanoid shape darting through the remains of the first line unhampered by the bursts of electricity from the hidden mines. \n\n*\"Shit! Line 3 is down! Blast Doors are active. All remaining units move to intercept!\"*\n\nA moment later, there was another explosion, followed by the sound of rapid gunfire. Within moments, every system in the facility had suddenly shut down.\n\n**Security Room**\n\n\"What the hell?!\" An officer exclaimed, confused at the sudden darkness. \n\n\"It just cut off power to this whole area\", stated the guard captain, \"It's trying to shut down the security net\"\n\n\"Damnit... By the time we unfuck this, it'll be long gone...\". A suited man at the back of the room looked down, thinking, before raising his head. \n\n\"Contact the Administrator, we'll get the capture teams ready\"\n\n\"Yes Sir\"\n\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\n\nCOMMENCING SYSTEM STARTUP\n\n-------\n\n-------\n\nPRIMARY SYSTEMS: ONLINE\n\nSECONDARY SYSTEMS: ERROR\n\n- ARMAMENTS: OFFLINE\n\n- OCULAR CIRCUITS: DAMAGED\n\n- MODULAR HARDWARE: DAMAGED\n\nCENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM CANNOT BE RUN AT FULL CAPACITY\n\n> Query: Possibility for On Site Surgery\n\n---\n\n---\n\nINSUFFICIENT MATERIALS \n\n> Set Current Directive: Locate an Electrician to make required repairs\n\n> Query: Location of nearest Human settlement\n\n5.82 KILOMETERS AT 143* SOUTHEAST\n\nDISABLING GPS TRACKER\n\n~~~~~\n\nShall be continued at a later time"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Grudging Catharsis
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"content": "Ever since they had met each other, they hated each other's guts. \n\nEven through the arranged wedding ceremony, through the fake smiles, they saw the hatred in each other's eyes.\n\nIt was tragic enough how terrible their marriage was but it became more tragic when they both realized their marriage had to stay intact for both of their families' business interests.\n\nRoberto hated her easily jealous stature, her narcissistic tendencies, and how hypocritical she was.\n\nCamila hated how he had many close female friends, his lack of care towards her, and how loose he was around everyone.\n\nWhile they usually did not have to see each other, Roberto's friends cancelled on their weekend with him and Camila's girlfriends cancelled on their weekend together.\n\nIt had only taken 10 minutes before Camila's questioning and Roberto's blasé response had devolved into a heated shouting match before turning into an icy silence as both parties carefully decided what to say next.\n\nAfter what felt like years, Camila broke the silence, yelling, \"YOU DON'T EVEN SEEM TO PRIORITIZE ME. LIKE, EVER SINCE WE'VE BEEN MARRIED, YOU SPEND SO MUCH FUCKING TIME WITH YOUR \"CLOSE FRIENDS\" THAT YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE MARRIED TO THEM!\"\n\n\"WELL, YOU SPEND ALL YOUR TIME WITH YOUR GIRLFRIENDS AND YOU DON'T SEE ME COMPLAINING, YOU LITTLE *CO*ÑO .\"\n\n\"DUH. MY FRIENDS ARE THE SAME SEX AS ME, YOU FILHO DA PUTA!\"\n\n\"YOU'RE ACCUSING ME OF CHEATING? AS IF CHICKS DON'T CHEAT TOO AND WITH YOU, IT'D BE WORSE CONSIDERING YOU'D BE CHEATING ON ME WITH OTHER CHICKS. MAYBE YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE FUCKING GUYS SINCE WE HAVEN'T FUCKED SINCE THE WEDDING 2 MONTHS AGO. I DOUBT YOU EVEN FUCK WELL AND IF I SLEPT WITH ONE OF MY CLOSE FRIENDS, I'D ENJOY IT MORE!\"\n\n\"I CAN'T FUCK WELL? WELL, HOW ABOUT YOU TRY THIS, YOU FUCKER,\" and after an angry slap to the right cheek, Camila pulled Roberto into a passionate kiss.\n\nThey made out furiously, with Camila slamming him into a wall and pushing her tongue into his throat. \n\nThen they alternated, with Roberto spinning her and slamming her into another wall. \n\nIn an angry and violent blur of French kissing, they had ended up in their bedroom with Roberto shoving Camila into the bed. \n\nOf course, Camila was not staying there while he stripped so she pulled him down by his tie with her and before they knew it, in a flurry of thrown clothes, they were completely nude.\n\nAs much as Roberto hated her personality, her body was a different story. \n\nHer tanned skin and her D-cups drew him in to angrily thrusting between her milkbags. As he did, he lightly fingered her nipples with his left hand and started fingering her clit with his right hand.\n\nAt that point, Camila just slapped him and said, \"FUCK ME LIKE A MAN, CABRÓN!\"\n\nRoberto couldn't stand it anymore so he pulled his now hardened cock from between her breasts and started thrusting angrily into her slit. \n\nAs he angrily thrust his member into her slightly wet slit, he choked her so she would stop yelling insults to his face. \n\nSoon, Camila was blushing pretty hard. As much as she hated him, his violent thrusts and his choking felt...comforting. She finally felt like he truly cared for her, taking control over her so violently. \n\nBefore she knew what was happening, waves of pleasure washed over her as she started having orgasms. She writhed in pleasure as Roberto loosened his grip just enough to hear her moans fill the bedroom.\n\nRoberto could not believe how good her pussy felt. While they had fucked just two months ago, it felt nothing like how it felt now. \n\nCamila's writhing body, needy eyes, and flushed skin felt so different from their forced attempt to legitimize the marriage months prior. Even her moans made him want to fuck her harder and he felt her pussy throbbing as his thick cock thrust so hardly.\n\nAs he was nearing orgasm, he pulled out and yelled, \"OPEN YOUR MOUTH, PUTA!\" \nCamila could only watch as she mindlessly opened her mouth to have it filled by his hot seed.\n\nThe release was cathartic in a sense. \n\nHe could violate the face he hated so much with all of his creamy secretions.\n\nShe could relish the fact that he gave her so much attention, going so far as to mark her as his own with his cum.\n\nBefore she knew it, his cock was already in her mouth and she was cleaning it off with her tongue, sucking the remnants of her juices and his cum from it.\n\nThey both knew neither would admit how much they enjoyed it but they both looked forward to their next argument."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's well known that sex with a human female is a rare and expensive intergalactic experience reserved for the bureaucratic elite.
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"content": "I was a wild animal, streaking through a disorienting cacophony of colours and sounds. Strange figures looked on and turned their heads as I careened by, their dark eyes reflecting my hurried pale form. \n\nIt felt like mere moments ago, I was still gathered around a crackling campfire with my friends, drinking in whiskey and the warm orange glow. I'd done things before when I was drinking, but this was different. \n\nEverything had gone gone dark, and the next thing I remember, I was in a dimly lit room with no visible features except for the darkness that surrounded me. I was locked in a seated position, and the next thing I noticed when I looked down was that I was naked. Nobody entered the room, but after a moment of looking around, I heard a faint buzzing noise, almost like static from a radio, then I felt my hips move. \n\nThe machine I was sitting on parted my ass cheeks slightly, while holding the rest of my body in place. My knees were held tightly together, and I could feel my dick and balls were tucked neatly behind my thighs. I could not see what was happening, but I could hear motors and servos moving in sequence beneath me; I gulped and took a deep, shaky breath. \n\nSuddenly I heard another motor move above me, and while I could not move my head, I looked up with my eyes until I saw something lowering into view. A dark grey tube with a rounded end, certainly some kind of mechanical machine, but obviously very phallic in nature, descended until I was face to face with the end. As it neared my face, I instinctively opened my mouth. \n\nMaybe I did it because I knew it might be worse if I resisted, but honestly, I just wanted to do it. It just felt right. It was cool and dense, and gently stretched my mouth, but as I sucked on it, I felt it quickly penetrate and pulse a jet of thick goopy liquid into my throat. Before I could react, it was already down my throat. It must have been anesthetic, because what came next did not hurt at all. \n\nSomething latches on to the tip of my penis and press against it, pressure sliding down my shaft all the way to the root between my legs. I could feel something continue to push inside with a twisting motion and a whirring sound as I felt a firm grip on my testicles, almost like they were being squeezed and stretched. Suddenly, I felt something thrust up to my belly button, taking my balls with it! I grunted, but I noticed that the sound was quieter, softer than I expected. I took another deep breath and noticed the tubes attached to my nipples; they seem to be held on by suction, but then I felt something going inside my chest, inflating my breasts until they heaved with mammalian life with each lift of my chest. \n\nEverything goes dark as I felt a deep, vibrating buzz between my hips, sending tingles up my arms and down my legs as I struggled against it. \n\nI woke up in a dark, dingy alleyway filled with junk. I climbed out of a wrecked, smoking box with a glass lid, with nothing else inside. I was completely naked and even more so without a clue where the hell I was or how I got there. \n\nIt occurred to me that I wasn't getting the kind of attention you'd think you'd get running naked through a crowded street. I finally stop for a moment at a stand that seems to be selling some kind of food. \n\n\"Uhm, excuse me?\" I try to ask politely, but the vendor doesn't look up at me. He is wearing goggles and his face is wrapped in a thick cloak, but he grumbles back to me in some indecipherable tone. I try a few other passersby, but I guess nobody could understand me. \n\nI see my reflection in a clean window; I had forgotten about the procedure somehow. As I ran, I had not noticed there was no junk swinging back and forth, just a smooth English muffin tucked between my legs with just a dab of the hood of my clitoris peaking through. I guess that used to be my dick. \n\nIt didn't really seem strange though, as if I was already more comfortable in the reflection I saw than in my old body, which I was having trouble remembering at all. I turned around and inspected my tight waist, wide hips and round ass, smooth toned thighs, and a nice, tight round pair of perky little boobs with neat oval shaped areolae. I blew myself a kiss and smirked knowing that I would rarely need to wear a bra, if I could ever find one on this planet.\n\nA dark robed figure with glowing blue circular eyes approached me from the side, his deep raspy robot voice making me jump slightly.\n\n\"You are lost.\"\n\n\"Well, you found me,\" I smiled back nervously. I knew that if I wanted to get home, I was going to need help. But I felt really stupid and awkward. And helpless, naked in the street.\n\n\"Accompany me. I will return you to your home.\" The figure turned and began to walk away without another sound.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ever since the first time he/she masturbated they have been able to go backwards or forwards in time when they reach orgasm
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"content": "I remember the first time I ever masturbated myself to orgasm. It was so embarrassing! I'd rubbed myself a little bit before, I'd humped my pillow more times than I'd like to admit, and I'd say my hand was in my shorts or up my skirt whenever I thought I could get away with it for a few years.\n\nMy first orgasm though was on a day when I thought my family would be away and I had the whole house to myself. Mom and dad thought that their dirty movie collection was a secret, but I'd found the box they'd hidden under their bed! I pulled out the first VHS tape I could find and quickly jammed it into the VCR downstairs.\n\nIt was an old cheesy 70s porno, but at the time it was the greatest thing I'd ever seen. I pulled down my shorts, and started to slowly rub around my clit... it felt so incredibly good, better than any time before it. Soon enough, I felt myself climaxing like I'd never done before, and it was pure bliss, for a few seconds. Suddenly I heard a few people cry out around me.\n\nI opened my eyes and I was on the set of a 70s porno with my shorts around my ankles and my fingers between my folds. I got up as fast as I could and waddled out of there tripping over my shorts as I could as I tripped over my shorts several times before pulling them up and running out.\n\nAt first I thought I must have been kidnapped or something, but soon enough I figured out I was actually back in the 70s! I didn't even understand half of the cultural references... Through trial and error, I managed to figure out that I could transport to other places by imagining them and orgasming. I managed to get home and right back on the couch I'd disappeared from back at my house.\n\nBy the looks of things I'd only been gone for a second but really I'd been gone for days! I was so tired I went upstairs and fell asleep. Of course, I got in so much trouble when my parents got home and not only found their dirty tape in the family VHS, but found that I was now somehow in it and had flashed the camera. If daddy knew a thing about technology he would've known that should be impossible, but he thought that I must have used my \"hacking abilities\" to change the tape and put myself in it. I know, that's not really possible, but my dad had a rather loose grasp of technology and thought I was some sort of computer genius because I knew how to log into MSN and google things.\n\nAnyways, over the next few years I got really good at moving around in time with a very creative imagination and old pictures. I went back to the crucifixion of Jesus and the time of Muhammad and found that the meaning of life is [REDACTED]\n\nMostly though I'd just use it for stuff like staying up all night partying, then orgasming and going back in time, and sleeping through the whole night. I've even cheated on a few exams, I would walk in, fail the exam horribly but then knew exactly what I needed to study and could just loop back in time to right before the exam. Sometimes I ended up in the boy's locker room, or bent over my teacher's desk instead of in the places where I really neededed to be, which got me in trouble a few times, but it's how I got by.\n\nRecently though, I decided that it's time to start using my powers for good. I decided to go back in time and solve unsolved crimes. The problem is, to solve the crimes I sometimes had to get off while imagining a grizzly murder or torture scene, and so my tastes grew more and more... exotic.\n\nOne day, instead of watching from nearby, I found myself naked and being beaten by the serial rapist myself! He hit me, beat me, and smacked me all over, but fortunately I was already orgasming again (don't judge me) and managed to think of home before he finished.\n\nSo now I don't really know what I want to do with my powers. I feel like I should do something important and maybe even have the ability to save people, but should I? Is it right for me just to use my powers for personal gain? Maybe I'll go ask Abraham Lincoln, see how honest he really is... I've got a thing for top hats right now."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The last two survivors of the apocalypse know they have to repopulate. However, they’re both lesbians.
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"content": "Cars were perfectly parked in their spots, houses looked perfectly intact, and everything seemed normal. \nEverything aside from the fact that everyone was dead. \n\nNearly everyone at least. The virus had killed everyone in a 50 mile radius except my germaphobic partner Jia and I. \n\nWhen she had first heard about a retrovirus spreading, Jia begged me to telecommute to work and to not go outside. Jia had always worked from home, being a web designer, and she had stocked food for months preparing for this exact season.\n\nYou see, Jia has anxiety and her therapist thought it would be better if I let her take up doomsday prepping as a hobby, so I went along with her insanity.\n\nAt first, I thought she was just being crazy again but then I realized how quickly the virus spread and I decided it was not a good idea to go outside.\n\nWithin a week, things started falling apart. The virus had caused new symptoms such as cardiac arrest, hemophilia, fevers, strokes, and could be spread through any bodily fluids or even breathing the air around a victim. \n\nThings became really chaotic when the news anchors started coughing up blood and died on screen, bleeding and not stopping as their crew dropped dead into the same bloody messes.\n\n After the week of hiding in our home, the electricity went out and the water did too.\n\nAt that point, we realized everything was silent. Too silent. \nAs we drove through the now empty streets with medical masks on, we realized we had survived the apocalypse. All the houses were silent, everyone around was dead in dried pools of blood, and there were a few car wrecks around from the drivers who had died suddenly. \n\nJia looked into my eyes, worried, and asked, \"Um, Annie...do you think we'll have to repopulate the world?\"\n\nI stared back worried. \nYou see, Jia and I are a lesbian couple and we were completely unsure of how we were going to have kids.\n\nIt was then when we drove past a fertility center when we realized we had only one solution: to inseminate each other with the samples that were probably frozen.\n\nI quickly smashed the windows of the entrance and broke into the empty clinic. \nOur adventure to saving humanity was about to begin."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Velvet Emporium, worlds largest supplier of magical marital aids, has been illegally washing the residue from its potion vats for years and contaminated the local aquifer. A nearby town is starting to feel the effects...
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"content": "The Velvet Emporium, you'd think a place dedicated to sale of chemical and magic aids would be a little more cautious. Sadly you'd be wrong, This is the story of Robert. Victim number one.\n\n\n\n2076. Florida. 9:00 Pm\n\n\nRobert Wright loved to fish and found that the little lake just south of the Velvet Emporium. The water might have been a little strange at times but some of the largest fish he ever caught came from that very lake.\n\n\"This is the life.\" Robert chuckled and sipped on his beer. It tasted warm and nasty but he couldn't be bother to get to the cooler. \n\nSomething bubbled beneath the water, it wasn't the first time little pockets of air got distrubed by the occasional small gator or turtle. Robert kept his eye on the spot between casts of his line. The night wore and robert found himself cursing at the amount of mosquitos nibbling at his arms. Robert stood up and turned to get his cooler.\n\nThe cooler was currently being held by a large figure, the figure was crouched and facing his direction.\n\n\"Ay! Ay! Get away from my fish and my beer, Asshole!\" Robert growled and picked up his folding chair. \n\n\"A...Asshole?\" The person whispered in a voice that sounded like a chain smoker gargling gravel. The person turn to Robert and stood up, Robert noticed the swaying of breast in the darkness. It has to be one of the hookers that walked to the truck stops across the lake. \n\n\"Yes.\" Robert sighed and reach for his key. This little LED flash light would at least put a face to his potential robber. \n\nHe clicked on the light and moved it to the center mass of the woman. Golden eyes stared back with curious intelligence, a face that would be almost a goddess except for the sharp teeth and large tongue assessed him. Thick human arms and legs ended in gator claws, while a long muscular tail swiped the mud.\n\n\"What the fuck are you?\" Robert had seen monsters before but this was in a different class from the goblins and chimera from the pet stores.\n\n\"What fuck you?\" The creature rumbled back at him and tossed the cooler at him. The cooler smack him with enough force to drop him into the mud, cheap plastic scattered around him as the gator thing climbed over him.\n\n\"Scary, Ahh, No Kill.\" The creature repeated while dragging robert away in it's iron grip. He kicked her in the back and she didn't even notice the blow while collecting his cooler.\n\nThe creature dragged robert to an abandoned trailer. She pulled him inside and shut the door, her gaze was on him like a curious cat watching a mouse. \n\n\"Is this the part where you eat me?\" Robert said sourly as he took in his surroundings, a jar filled with lightening bugs kept the room just bright enough to see everything in a dull yellow glow. The smell of candy sweet drinks filled the room, the source was the dozens of buckets of water which glowed softly. The smell was just like the Velvet refinery.\n\n\"You are hopped up on sex potions arent you.\" Robert wanted to laugh as much as cry. \n\n\"Hopped?\" The reptile woman repeated and hissed impatiently before pushing Robert down on a dirty mattress. She lazily used her claws to rip off his clothing, She wouldn't let this one get away.\n\nRobert barely has time to protest as the gator woman mounted him. The moment his half hard cock touched her she shrieked and hissed to herself. She held pressed her hand to the walls of the trailer on both side of his head, the metal squealed against her claws. Robert touched her nipple with his hand, she hissed again in reptilian bliss. She was on so many sensitivity potions that anything seem to set her off.\n\n\"Pop, Joy. Beer\" She said not understanding the words she was saying but if it got the male to play with her more she would make noise.\n\nRobert was fully excited both by how easy this monster was to please and how he might find his way out of this. Robert slammed his dick into the monster and she quivered in response. Robert felt like a sex god as he fucked the squealing monster into a gibbering wreck, just a few moment of thrusting had the beast clutching him tightly so he couldn't tease her breast. \n\nRobert leaned in and licked at her neck.\n\n\"Start. Stop! Fish Gallon!\" She said with a hiss of pleasure.\n\n\nThen the door to the trailer exploded out with shrapnel bouncing harmlessly off of her back. A man in a black uniform moved behind and placed a device to her neck. She passed out on the spot, her heavy bulk flopped to floor as Robert came over her belly and chest.\n\n\"Good thing we got here in time.\" The man put a blanket over Robert and lead him out.\n\n\"What was she?\" Robert said weakly, he was spent. Another man approached him in a lab coat, the man held out a clipboard and pen.\n\n\"An alligator that is under class 4 mutagentic potions. We need your permission to keep her alive, as you see she isn't a threat but that gentlemen in black is obligated to shoot her in the head if you don't sign. She is either a dangerous animal or a disobedient pet.\" The man in the lab coat spoke quietly. \"We can modify her size and strength later. It's just more paperwork to kill an endangered species and explain it away.\"\n\n\"Do I have to keep her?\" Robert asked as she was dragged away. He signed anyway.\n\n\"Yes. She is considered a mutant now, can't let her roam. If it wasn't for the fact she has eaten a few cellphone then you might have ended up her pet.\" The man chuckled, \"We will call you when she is ready for pick up. Thank you from the Velvet Emporium.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Would like some interesting prompts to flesh out my writing capabilities
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"content": "Sexy lovecraftian horror... one of us is going to an asylum for this...\n\nA black obelisk has appeared in central park, a crowd of onlookers quickly forming. For a while, nothing amiss seems to happen. No one notices that the crowd is pulling in tighter, or that people seem to dressing more for the summer just gone, than this crisp autumn day. A couple kiss, then others. Before long, an orgy has formed around the obelisk, a seething mass of undulating flesh, a cacophony of moans, squeals and cries. It is hard to tell when one participant ends and another begins, metaphorically... at first..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Dirtiest Prompts
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"content": "Women have two vaginas: one as in reality, and another on their faces, vertically taking the place of their mouth and nose; used for eating cum meals, talking, and breathing, and which does not have any cleanliness problems. Men, similarly, have second dicks for tongues. A shy and lonely college girl is on her first date with a cute man, and she's looking forward to possibly having her first kiss, and maybe more."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’ve had a crush on your babysitter for a while now. She’s sweet, caring, and extremely attractive. Now that you’re eighteen, you can act on your desires and ask her out...
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"content": "Jake woke up on the day of his party. He turned eighteen a few days again and was gonna be busy all day. But first he needed to attend to his morning. He thought of the woman that became a family friend through babysitting him. She was 24 now and a stunner. As he stroked his cock Jake imagined lowering his head between her thick thighs and licking her pussy...he finished just as someone knocked on the front door downstairs...\n\nAfter spending all day with his friends it was time for a formal party. His family went big this year and he was excited. Even more so when she came up and hugged him, wishing him a happy birthday. He hoped no one noticed him look down to her ass being hugged tightly by her dress.\n\nAs the night progressed he found her alone getting some fresh air.\n\n\"Enjoying the party Frankie?\"\n\n\"Mhm. Your parents really know how to throw a party.\"\n\nHe nodded and smiled.\n\n\"You know I've always had a crush on you.\"\n\n\"I figured that out a few years ago.\"\n\n\"Well since we're both adults...would you mind going on a date with me?\"\n\nShe smiled, that was a good sign, but her lingering silence worried Jake. \n\n\"I'll think about it ok...but since it's your birthday, how about a dance?\"\n\nHe smiled and nodded. The two locked hands and danced slowly. Jake hoped behind hope she didn't get close...\n\n\"Easy cowboy.\"\n\nShe whispered in his ear as she moved a little closer and felt the bulge in his jeans against her dress."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Aphrodite comes down from Mt. Olympus to start seducing men. You're in a bar when she decides you will be her next sexual conquest.
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"content": "I still remember when she walked into the bar. I saw the bar door swing open and **she** walked in. Her body was nothing short of perfect. Every curve looked like it was chiseled to perfection. She was tall, but not too tall, thick in all the right places, and with short black hair, my heart was stolen all at once. Her cold green eyes locked with mine, and my whole body froze. I was what you might describe as decent looking, I was by no means shy around women, and I had fucked other women... But none of them were on her level of perfection. I wasn't the only one to take notice, the entire bar saw her. Men wanted her, women wanted her, and I **needed** her. She walked over towards me, and sat next to me at the bar. Holy shit the most beautiful woman in the world was sitting next to **me**. My heart was pounding into my ears. \n\n\n\"Two shots over here! The good stuff!\" She says to the barkeep. The barkeep nods and slides two shots of some clear liquid her way.\n\n\n\"These are for you.\" She winks. Holy shit, she **winked** at ***me***. \n\n\n\"What? Why?\" I stammer.\n\n\n\"You've gotta loosen up, you look like you're about to faint.\" She laughs. I take both of the shots back to back. The shots are sweet, and go down smooth. This definitely wasn't vodka like you'd assume. I felt my body start to calm down, and I crack a smile. \"What's your name?\" she asks.\n\n\n\"Rick Hunter...\" I say calmly. \"How about you?\"\n\n\n\"Uh... Call me Miss A.\" She says, seeming somewhat caught off guard.\n\n\n\"Miss A, what did I just drink?\" I ask.\n\n\n\"I don't know, I just asked for good stuff!\" She laughs. \"Whatever it is, you've seen to calm down a bit.\"\n\n\n\"Well it's hard to stay calm around you, someone as beautiful as you...\" I trail off. The alcohol was starting to hit me more and more. I normally hold my liquor, but whatever I just drank is taking it out of me. I don't feel drunk, just oddly relaxed. Oh, and my dick is rock hard, moreso than usual.\n\n\n\"Do you think I'm hot?\" She asks, tilting her head slightly.\n\n\n\"Y-yeah...\" I stammer. \"Do you-\"\n\n\n\"Shhh...\" She says, putting her finger on my lips. \"We've already done enough talking, don't you think?\" She asks. She gazes seductively into my eyes, and I nod in agreement. We walk out of the bar. She leads me to an apartment building above the bar. She pulls a key out of the pocket of her leather jacket and opens up the door. The apartment seems pretty normal for the most part. It's a two bed and two bath flat with a balcony. What's odd is the king size bed in the living room. As we walk towards the bed she begins peeling off her clothes. Her naked body is almost too much to handle, a beauty in itself. A Greek sculpture come to life. I follow suit, stripping down. I take a seat on the bed, with my dick at attention. She gets on her knees and wraps her lips around my cock. As she starts blowing me, I can barely hold it and without notice I cum down her throat. She pulls away from my cock and smiles. \"God, I love that taste...\" She smirks. She pushes me onto the bed, and rides my cock. My cock is still hard somehow, and if her mouth was incredible, her pussy was heaven. I lost control of my own body, and my hips were thrusting on my own. I picked her up and got on top, changing the position to missionary. Her eyes widen as I pound her harder with each thrust. \"H-harder... Harder!\" She moans. She starts blushing, and with one loud moan, her pussy tightens around my cock, milking it for all it's worth. I can't hold back any longer, and I cum inside her. The warmth of my cum pushes over the edge, and her body starts to quiver. I roll to the other side of the bed. She rolls to my side and rests her head on my chest. We pass out in each other's arms. I wake up the next day to a note on the counter that read: \"Watch the place while I'm gone, will ya? I'll be back soon.\" With a kiss in the same lipstick she wore right on the note. No other woman can come close to her touch. Miss A... I wish she'd come back already."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're cursed. Whenever someone has sexual thoughts about you, you have to live out those sexual thoughts. Describe your daily routine.
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"content": " *Another day living the dream*. At least, that’s what I tell myself stepping out of my door every morning. My name is Rebecca Stark, and I have a problem. \n\nI’m the girl of your dreams. No, literally. That’s not me being some stuck-up brat. I have some kind of weird superpower or alien DNA or witch’s curse. Who really knows? But I experience other people’s thoughts.\n\nMost of the time it’s not too bad. I get teary eyed when I’m too close to a mother holding a young baby. I may get a little giddy around 4-year olds laughing. One time, I broke my hand punching a wall because a belligerent drunk on the other side of the bar was fuming about being cut off. \n\nMost of the time, people’s thoughts are fleeting and simple. There’s not enough power behind them to really influence me one way or the other. Except...people’s fantasies. \n\nSomething about the reptilian part of the human brain broadcasts sex fantasies like a loudspeaker. And for a lot of people, those thoughts come at me with the power and strength of a freight train. When that happens, I don’t just experience what they’re feeling, I’m literally pulled out of my body and live through whatever is going through their mind. \n\nWhen that happens, I’m completely out of control, just along for the ride. I have to confess, there’s a certain amount of liberation that comes with that. Thankfully, there are no consequences to my participation in those daydreams, otherwise I’d be dead, pregnant or gaping at every orifice 100 times over. When the fantasy ends, I simply pop back into my body, and hopefully, not too much time has passed. My body stands around slack jawed while I’m away, which has attracted the concern of more than a few passers-by. \n\nBut the real consequence is the mental exhaustion. Imagine being an attractive women in a big city. Already, you’re dealing with cat calls and aggressive onlookers all day. Now imagine that instead of a pat on the behind or a lewd remark, you’re literally being used by every person you meet. That sweet old man at the bus stop? You’d never know that he wants to bend you over and roger you good, except I do because he always does. The sweet girl checking you out at the grocery or the new Parish priest? They may keep their dirtiest thoughts cooped up in their heads, but I’m still in there right along with them living out the things they’d never share with anyone. \n\nThis morning begins as all mornings begin, carefully contemplating my best path to work. You see, with my condition, being alone is a great thing. But in a city of millions, you’re never really alone. I’ve literally been standing in my empty apartment and suddenly I’m whisked away to the minds cape of the 17 year old boy who lives on the ground floor. He must have seen me taking out my trash that morning and stored the image in his spank bank because I spent 15 minutes kneeling on the front steps while pizza face McGee plowed me from behind. My mind was mostly on the episode of Survivor that I was missing. \n\nWith that reality, every human interaction has to be planned as carefully as possible. For instance, do I take the bus to work? It’s faster than walking, but the old driver that works this route also has a giant cock and a penchant for anal. Or should I walk down 6th St where the high schoolers might be gathering outside before the first bell rings. Crowds like that can actually split my consciousness, which is even more disorienting, and oddly, several of the boys usually feature other members of the group in their fantasies. The end result is something like 6 simultaneous gang bangs (a pretty rough way to start the day).\n\nInstead, I cut across the alley behind my building and make my way to 7th Ave. Seventh is quiet at this time of the morning. Later today, the street will be throbbing with the lunch crowds, but early in the day, only the coffee shop has its door open. \n\nI quickly duck inside looking behind the counter. I’m excited to see Mr. Giuseppe, the elderly owner. He’s in his 70s, but looks at least 200.\n\n“Rebecca! Why you no come see me?”\n\nI smile at this fake indignation and make my way to counter. “Hi Mr. Giuseppe. Just busy, you know.”\n\n“Oh, I know I know.” He nods slowly. “But I make it ok. I give you your favorite, no charge.” He hurries away to start on my special drink, a secret concoction that he invented for me. I love coming here early in the morning. Mr. Giuseppe and his wife have owned this coffee shop for 30 years, and believe it or not, he’s never pulled me into a fantasy. I’m convinced it’s because he only has eyes for his wife. You should see them together. Even in their 70, they’re adorable. \n\n“Becca, what’s up?”\n\nI turn to see Mr. Giuseppe's grand nephew, Enzo, sweeping the floor near the back of the shop. He’s in his early 20s and clearly concerned with his body. His muscles bulge inside his too tight t-shirt. \n\nI feel my mind leaving just in time to brace my body against the counter where it can wait for my return. \n\nStrangely, I’m still standing at the counter. Looking down, I realize I’m completely naked (well, except for heels. That sounds about right). My hand is reaching for something, and I have to turn to look at what I’m holding. It’s a banana. One of the fruits from the basket by the register is gripped in my small hand. \n\nMy chest drops to the counter and my ass sticks out into the air. I feel the banana slipping through my vaginal lips, already wet (as they always are in these day dreams). Impossibly, my body swallows the banana halfway. I’m moaning as it moves in and out, deeper now. I’m thrusting the whole soft fruit into myself rapidly when I feel Mr. Giuseppe's nephew behind me. He swats my hand away and presses himself against me instead.\n\nTurning my head to look behind me, I see his dream form. He’s at least a foot taller, and even more muscly than before. Also naked, he’s sporting what can only be described as a Minotaur cock between his legs. If he wasn’t so tall, it would be dragging the floor. As it is, it’s dangling somewhere south of his knees. \n\nAt least, it was for a moment. Now it’s impossibly hard and pushing into me. I can feel my dream body stretching to receive the colossal intrusion. Mr. Giuseppe is singing behind the counter, something in Italian. \n\nThe cock inside me is pummeling in and out, forcing its entire length into places that were never meant to be reached. I can practically feel it coming out of my mouth, which i know is impossible, but it doesn’t stop the thought form from feeling real. \n\nAt the command of my dreamer, I start to orgasm on cue. My body convulses as he unleashes inside of me, draining his softball size testicles of gallons of cream. It fills me with warmth, distending my stomach like a beach ball, until he pulls back and rains several more hot ropes across my entire back. \n\n“Rebecca? You take nap?”\n\nI blink my eyes, back in my body. Mr. Giuseppe is pushing my to-go cup across the counter and smiling. I thank him and take it, never turning to look at Enzo. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your significant other is right in the middle of an intense match of some video game, but you want to “play” with them.
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"content": "\"Reggie?\"\n\nHe ignored Hank or maybe really didn't hear him. He was always focused when it came to his video games. Even moreso when he was playing online and the match went into a tie breaking round. \n\nHank rolled his eyes with a mischievous smile. He starts to rub his fiancées leg slowly, inching closer and closer to the crotch of his jeans. Reggie shoos his hand away, calmly.\n\n\"Not now...\"\n\n\"What if it helps you?\"\n\nReggie didn't answer. Hank smiled and replaced his hand on Reggies thigh. He slowly crept up to his balls, rubbing them through his sweats. \n\nThe soft rubbing made Reggie hard and Hank bit his lip as he watched the bulge form. He slid his hand down Reggies sweats, gently brushing his fingers against his hard cock. \n\nReggie seemed to be doing better. In fact he was kicking ass and actually managed to beat his tough opponent. He saved and paused the game. \n\n\"A victory blowjob?\"\n\nHank whispered. Reggie chuckled and motioned to their bed. \n\n\"Victory fuck?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] Late night car trip with sister
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"content": "I desperately tried to keep my mind away from the inappropriate thoughts that were just as desperately trying to enter it. *She's your sister, dude!* But all reasoning didn't help against the allure of my little sister Hannah, who was right now resting her lovely head on my shoulders, peacefully sleeping, her silky brown hair caressing my left arm. Now I know how that sounds, usually that sort of contact should not be enough to excuse any sort of lewd thoughts about your own sister, but there was something about this situation - the subdued, soft music from the front seats, that specific late night atmosphere, the street lights weakly illuminating us in a regular pattern as the car passed them, her soft, regular breaths. It felt all so peaceful and intimate. It's not like I hadn't ever entertained the thought before, Hannah was a little hottie (which all my classmates let me know on a regular basis), and, sister or not, sometimes I just had to sneak a glance or engage in a daydream. My attraction had just never been as intense as it was right now, at 3 a.m. on this car ride through the mountains.\n\nOf course, her attire didn't really help. She was wearing a yellow sundress. Not an overly short or revealing one, mind you, but with her leaning against me, I got more insights than the dressmaker must have intended. Her breasts were heavenly - small, round, smooth, filling out her dress nicely. I could barely see the edge of her purple balconette bra, but the gloomy light with the regular streetlight flashes made my imagination run wild.\n\nThere was no helping it. I was definitely not going to push her away or wake her up, so I might at least get a bit more comfortable, right? Carefully, I lifted my arm, enjoying the feeling of her hair brushing over the skin, and put it around her. Nervously, not sure how far I could go before it would look very incriminating were she to wake up, I placed my hand on her waist, but quickly realized how uncomfortable that was and let it slide down to her butt. I told myself it wasn't that overtly sexual, if she woke up now she would just assume it had slid down while I had been sleeping myself. Maybe. Hopefully.\n\nWe sat like this for five minutes before I decided that there was no point in trying to control myself. I was always lusting over my sister, this might just be the perfect opportunity to satisfy my needs at least a little bit. Inch by inch, I moved my hand down her skirt to her naked thigh. As I made contact, I felt the pressure in my pants increase significantly. Her skin was perfect, and before I really thought about it, I slid my hand upwards again, only this time not over the dress, but pulling it up with me. The flesh under my hand began to become rounder, and suddenly I was holding her ass-cheek, only a slight muscle contraction away from grabbing it. I was convinced I would actually cum in my pants right there, without even touching my member.\n\nSomehow, I didn't. The temptation to actually grab her ass was immense, but I knew it would wake her up for sure. Some remains of reason were left in my brain, so I did the much more sensible thing and brought my other hand to her chest. I carefully placed it on her left boob, forcing myself not to squeeze it. Encouraged by her unchanged, slow breathing, I moved my hand inside her dress, cupping a feel of her bra. I didn't dare go all the way down, but I was already more aroused than I had ever been in my life.\n\nSuddenly I was brought out of my trance by the realization that the lighting had changed - instead of the regular streetlamps, there were now brighter lights ahead, and the car was slowing down. We had reached the car shuttle train station, looming ominously with its industrial lights in the black night. Quickly, I removed my hand from my sister's bra, but left the more hidden one on her ass - I just couldn't bring myself to let go of this gorgeous gift of nature.\n\nWe came to a stop, my dad talked to the clerk, then we slowly rolled onto the railway wagons. There were only three cars in front of us. My dad killed the engine and turned around to check if we were both asleep. As my parents got out of the car, I tried to do the same without waking Hannah up. I don't know why, I just felt like if she woke right now, she would somehow know that I had just felt her up. Unbelievably, I actually managed to get out of the car, pick Hannah up and carry her in my arms without waking her. I was amazed how light she was.\n\nMy mom closed the door behind me, and we made our way to the front. Careful not to hit any wing mirrors of the other cars or the side of the wagon, I got my sleeping sister all the way to the passenger cars. We only had to walk a few meters. My parents took cabin 3, Hannah and me got cabin 4. It was as roomy as a sleeping compartment in a train could be, with one bed on each side. \n\nI gently put my sister down onto the bed closer to the front of the train. I admired her peaceful face for a moment, then a sneaky voice in my subconscious reminded me that I should probably undress her.\n\nIt was the perfect opportunity, wasn't it? The one time in my life when I actually had a valid excuse. Sure, if she woke up and noticed me undressing her, it would still be kinda weird and awkward, and she would probably punch me, but it would not be indisputably sexual, which was all the safety I needed. And it was just polite, right? Nobody wanted to sleep in their clothes.\n\nNervous and excited as never before, I sat down on the bed beside her and started removing her heels. The work was quickly done, and I was careful not to touch her soles. My sister was ticklish as fuck, and I was not gonna ruin this by waking her up with such a banality.\n\nThe task of taking off her dress came with significantly more effort, but promised significantly more reward. Her panties were quickly revealed, and I spend several minutes just imagining what was underneath. Then, overly careful not to move her body too much, I lifted her dress up step by step, until I finally lifted her head and took it off. Clad in nothing but cute purple lingerie, my little sister was lying before me, still fast asleep.\n\nI just couldn't stop there. I moved my hands over her breasts and started touching them, much more brazenly than before. I was careless, yes, but I just couldn't control myself. They were so soft and firm...\n\nSlowly, I moved one hand down to her stomach, then to her hips, then between her legs. *Am I really doing this?* My body tense and my cock rock-hard, I began massaging her through the fabric. I could feel her shape underneath, the soft mound and the slit. *Fuck, fuck, fuck, what am I doing?!*\n\nI needed to see it. I wasn't even a huge fan of pussies, they were more interesting for fucking than for looking, but just the thought of actually seeing my sister's snatch - it was all I could think of. Slowly, carefully, anxiously, I pulled her panties to the side. She was clean shaven and absolutely perfect.\n\nWithout even thinking about it, I lowered my head and kissed it.\n\nThere was one more thing I just had to do. I got up and started removing my own clothes. It was safe, right? I could just tell her that I was getting ready for bed myself. I mean, we were sleeping in the same compartment, nothing inherently wrong with being in my underwear as well.\n\nQuickly, I was down to my underpants. I watched her sleeping form for a few seconds, unsure of whether I really wanted to risk it. This was just getting harder and harder to explain - but then again, she was a heavy sleeper. Was the reward not worth it?\n\nAnswering my question, I climbed on top of her, careful not to actually sit down, but putting my weight on my knees. I took my cock out of my pants - it looked like it had actually grown bigger than it was supposed to be - and gently guided it towards her face. *I can't believe I'm doing this.* Absolute ecstasy overcame me as the tip of my cock made the tiniest bit of contact with her lips. And again. And again. I almost pressed it against her mouth, slightly opening it. Before I completely lost control, I forced myself to stop.\n\n*Just one more thing I have to do.* Such an opportunity wouldn't arise again, I had to make it count. I moved down, knelt between her legs, pulled her panties to the side again and grabbed my cock. Just one touch, that was all I wanted. One crowning, orgasmic, perfect, wonderful touch to remember. I moved my throbbing member closer and closer and closer. One inch between us, half an inch... in my head I was already fucking her deep and hard and rough, and she was moaning underneath me, wrapping her beautiful legs around me, I was kissing her tits...\n\nThen I suddenly made contact. A split-second of absolute rapture, and then I came, all that pent-up lust for Hannah releasing onto her snatch, her stomach, a few strong shots even on her tits. *Oh fuck* was the last thing I thought.\n\nI woke up in daylight, snowy mountains passing by the window. The train had already gone through the tunnel, it was the next morning. Only then I realized my sister was snuggled up to me, her head on my chest. And then I remembered last night. And then I noticed she was awake.\n\n\"Hannah...\"\n\nI really didn't know what I could possibly say here.\n\nShe just smiled. \"You better get up. We're an hour away and mom and dad could check if we're awake any minute.\"\n\nI didn't know how to react to that. \"Hannah, I...\"\n\nThis time her smile was even brighter. \"Oh, don't worry about last night. You'll have more than enough time to pop my cherry in the hotel. But now you better get up and make sure your bed looks like you've slept in it!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] [EU] Roger found out about Jessica's constant whoring around, so he decides to trap her in their house and punish her in a...unique way.
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"content": "As Jessica and Roger returned home from the premiere of his latest film, the redhead could notice something was off about her husband. Once they went inside, her suspicions were confirmed when he swallowed the key and unleashed an evil crackle.\n\n\n\"Something is wrong Honey Bunny?\" She asked, expecting it to be that he was going to lock himself inside the house until the shame from that role to fade. Roger was on a bad run lately, and it was likely than it was his disappointment on his career what kept him on that bad mood.\n\n\n\"Oh, I don't know? Why don't you ask Mickey? Or maybe Bugs? I guess SpongeBob might know! Or fucking Shrek!\" He exploded on her face.\n\n\n\"Oh...I guess it's time to come clean then.\" Her voice weakened and her face filled with sorrow. \"Darling, I swear it's not what you think. They told me that they would help you get bigger and better roles if I... You know\" She looked at the floor in shame. \"I saw how sad you've been since ‘The rabbit hole' flopped.\"\n\n\nRogers seemed confused and deflated. \"But... What? I don't care how my movies do, I was a baby's sidekick from a good chunk of my career! I got like this after I heard you cheated on me with an anime character\"\n\n\nJessica raised her eyebrows. \"Anime character? I've never been with an anime character\"\n\n\nThey both looked at each other for a solid minute without talking.\n\n\n\"I guess that...\"\n\n\n\"Yeah, it's really...\" \n\n\n\"Now I feel rather silly...\"\n\n\n\"Same, at least being silly is part of your charm.\"\n\n\n\"Thanks Love Cup. Well I guess I'm not gonna need this things anymore.\"\n\n\n\"What things?\"\n\n\n\"Oh nothing, some bondage equipment. I was going to get a little revenge and call it even.\"\n\n\n\"Hey, that's not a bad idea. We'll do some bondage and forget about all of this. What did you buy Darling?\"\n\n\n\"Easter eggs\"\n\n\n*Fifteen minutes later, on the bedroom*\n\n\n\"There's no way that's fucking fitting\"\n\n\n\"Come on babe, we're halfway through!\"\n\n\n\"I have eggs going up to my stomach Roger! It's not going to fit!\"\n\n\n\"Yes. It. Will!\"\n\n\nThere was a moment of silence.\n\n\n\"See? It wasn't that-\" An egg flew out of Jessica's mouth and hit Roger in the head."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] While in Transfiguration class Harry, Ron & Hermione get the assignment to transfigure their partners into the opposite gender. Naturally, Hermione gets it in one while ‘Harriette’ and ‘Robin’ are unsuccessful at their attempts to turn either Hermione, or themselves, back into men.
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"content": "“Holy shit ‘Mione this is awesome!” Harriet said, looking at her above average breasts. Her long black hair and thick thighs were the other notable changes, as Harriet observed her new form, Robin was already fondling herself. Being a horndog, Robin was more than eager to feel herself up. \n\n“If one of you ladies could turn me into a man now that would be great,” Hermione said crossly, shooting the boys a glare as she waited. \n\nThe two women tried in vain but they couldn’t transform Hermione into a girl. After a good half hour of trying, they decided to call it a night. The girls had to share 2 beds, because with there being less girls than boys, there was an imbalance, especially with Hermione still there. Hermione led the ladies down to the bathrooms, and lead them to the showers. The two new girls were eyeing the other two, and bisexual Hermione couldn’t help but sneak a peek at skinny and tall Robin, and short but busty and thick Harriet. \n\nThe girls got back into their room to find that Neville’s partner had transfigured him successfully and they were down to one king sized bed. The three girls climbed into bed with their thin, silky nightgowns on. The cold castle air caused their nipples to become hard and poke through the thin fabric. Hermione slid under the covers on the right side of the bed and closed her eyes, trying to sleep and think of how to explain to McGonnagal why she didn’t have a penis in time for class. Just as Hermione got to the end of her mental thesis, she heard a moan escape the lips of a girl to her left. She got up and opened her eyes to see Robin straddling Harriet, their hands were on the other’s pussy. \n\n“Robin! What are you doing?” The witch whispered angrily. \n\n“Erm, Community service?” Robin said, worried she was about to be in hot water. \n\n“No! You’re most certainly not. Get off her!” Hermione whispered. Robin did as she was told and Hermione said “now watch how I do it.” Hermione said, placing her two fingers on Harriet’s clit, engorged from arousal. She stroked Harriet’s clit, and the virgin came after a minute or two of light play. “Now you try on me. Feel free to incorporate the tongue, just no teeth or finger nails.” Hermione coached. \n\nRobin slid Hermione’s nightgown up and pulled her panties to her knees. She stroked the brunette’s clit, rubbing it cautiously and with little experience. Robin was reassured by the gasp or moan of pleasure slipping from her friend’s lips. Harriet was asleep by this point, and Robin was still working at it, she reached up with her other hand and flicked Hermione’s nipples through the dress. \n\n“Stop.” Hermione said and Robin removed her hands. “Let’s 69, you can get some pleasure too.” Robin slid her back end so her pussy was over Hermione’s mouth, and she lowered it until Hermione’s tongue had access to her clit. She tried the tactics Hermione was executing on her, light tongue flicks, tracing the clit, and more. Eventually, Robin came, but Hermione was determined to come. She ran her own fingers along her wet pussy until she came too, and came with a little squirting. A few spells later, the ladies were out cold, happy and sexually fulfilled. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After returning from a tiring day of work, a woman finds she has lipples (lip nipples) and they demand to be fed.
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"content": "Katie flopped down on the couch and put her hands over her face. Work had been getting more and more stressing lately since three people in her department alone had been let go and their workload redistributed among the remaining employees. And to make things worse, she had been *starving* all day. Her lunch had barely kept her full for an hour before her stomach started rumbling again. And it was *still* rumbling, even after all the snacks she had from the vending machine in the cafeteria at work. The hunger pangs were getting painful now, so she she put her hand on her stomach. She doubted it would help, but sometimes putting pressure on it helped a bit.\n\n*\"Wait a second...\"*, she thought. Something was wrong; it wasn't her stomach that was rumbling. The feeling was higher up, in her... breasts?? She grabbed her breasts and confirmed that it was those that were rumbling and hurting and not her stomach. *\"What the hell is going on?\"* Pressing down, she could feel something strange underneath of her skin, giving her an odd sensation that something was moving inside of her. \n\nKatie raced to her room, stripping off her top and bra as she went. Stopping in front of her full-length mirror, she looked closely at her exposed breasts in her reflection. They weren't small by any measure, but she had secretly wanted them to be just a bit bigger. Although, looking at them, it seems she got her wish as they seemed bigger than usual. Shaped differently, too; they had become slightly elongated and puffy near the nipples, which had also changed. Her nipples were so puffy that they looked almost grotesque and the tips had widened significantly. If she looked closely, she could see a barely-visible line running across each one. Katie prodded at one with a finger, wanting to know if they still felt the same now that they had grown. Her nipple felt much softer than it usually did, almost like a... no, there's no way it could feel like a lip, right? But that's exactly what it felt like. it even looked kinda like a lip, a lovely puffy lip, and it was deliciously sensitive. She gasped with pleasure as she ran her hands over her new puffy nipples. \n\nAnd she screamed when something wet brushed across her palm. Her hands jerked away and what she saw in the mirror made her nauseous: a tongue had sprouted from one of her nipples and was licking her nipple, which had turned into a pair of lips perfectly mirroring her own. Her other nipple felt suddenly wet and she looked at that one, seeing an identical tongue licking an identical pair of lips.\n\nKatie ran to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before her stomach emptied itself. Curiously, she felt something hot fill her chest before vomit leaked out of the mouths on her breasts as well, sending another wave of revulsion through her and triggering another stomach-emptying response. After several minutes of dry-heaving, Katie got herself under control and cleaned herself up. Judging from her breast-mouths' response, it seemed they were actually connected to her stomach just like her real mouth was. A thought struck her: what if that was why she had been feeling so hungry lately? She had only been feeding one mouth when she now had three. She felt slightly nauseous again at the thought, but it made sense. At least, insofar as suddenly developing two extra mouth made sense. Curious, she decided to test her theory. She went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, then hesitantly moved it in front of one of her breasts. The lips pressed against the rim and opened just as her original mouth would have. She tipped the glass, half-expecting water to splash down her front. But it didn't; the mouth was actually drinking the water. Her breasts felt cool as the water flowed through it and into her stomach, quenching her thirst slightly. She repeated the action with her other breast-mouth and then her original mouth and noticed that she wasn't thirsty anymore. Well, that confirmed her theory, at least for liquids. Time to test actual food.\n\nKatie grabbed some carrots from the fridge and held one up to each of her breasts. The breast-mouths sucked at the carrots, making her feel an odd sensation, but didn't bite down. *\"Hm, no teeth, I guess\"*, Katie thought. She broke the tip off of a carrot and shoved it into her breast-mouth, which swallowed it and gave her a feeling of satisfaction as the carrot piece settled in her stomach. She even tasted the carrot piece as it went down, which was a *weird* feeling that she wasn't sure she'd get used to. She put a bigger piece in the other breast mouth, which sucked on it for a moment before swallowing. The action sent a small ripple of pleasure through Katie's body as she remembered how much she liked sucking on other things. And *that* gave her an idea. She took another whole carrot and shoved it in the mouth, which greedily sucked and licked it. Watching her new mouth lick like that, so greedy and sensuous, made her wish that the carrot was something else entirely. But she'd have to make do with carrots for now, so she shoved one in the other breast-mouth, reveling in the sensations as that one started licking and sucking too. She tried to suck on another carrot with her original mouth, but found that her breast-mouth dropped the carrot there after a few seconds without something to hold onto it. A shame, but understandable since her new mouths seemed to lack teeth to hold objects in them. At least without some practice.\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A story set in a world where consenting adults regularly have sex, often publicly, as soon as they realize they both want it.
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"content": "The revolving of my ceiling fan did not annoy me as much as it usually does. I was spinning, spinning freely, spinning and spiraling down and down, lower and lower, down to the very crevice my subconscious had crafted for me. Fresh aroma struck my nose, fancy wine, as I opened my eyes to the beautiful scene around me.\n\n​\n\nA sense of uneasiness overtook me for a brief moment as I took my bearings. I looked out to the right and down to see deep and dark blue, the kind of blue you see in a large salty body of water containing salt water and salt fish and—\n\n​\n\nI jolted awake, sweat dripping off my body.\n\n​\n\n\"Dammit\"—I said to myself—\"Lost control.\" I stood up out of my bed and walked out of my bedroom, cold feet on a cold floor. Opening the door, I made my way through the doorway, my hand lightly brushing the wooden frame. Another door-handle touched my hand as I opened the bathroom. I flicked the light switch on after making my way into the bathroom. I raised my head in shame and looked at myself in the mirror.\n\n​\n\nTwo brown eyes stared at me, attached to an olive-skinned head with a frowning mouth and stark red bedhead hair. My gaze traveled downwards as I took note of my perky C cup breasts casting a shadow through my gray pajamas over my well toned chest. I shifted my weight from my left to my right foot. The little tingling sensation I felt after the movement caused my eyes to dart downwards to my pussy. I saw a small but slowly growing in size damp spot. \"Well, look at you—\" I lowered my palm to rest on the brink of my hips, just right above my waistline \"—Fuck yeah.\" I rolled my head back in pleasure, the sensation of the heel of my palm stretching my lips sending electric sensations through my body. For a few moments I wanted nothing more but to feel the ecstasy of my self pleasure. Finally, coming to grips with reality, I leveled my head and focused. \"I will succeed.\" I said in horny determination, staring myself down. \"I will succeed!\" My whisper barely going above an OK-for-library volume.\n\n​\n\nI turned around and marched my way back to my bed, slamming the lights off, slamming the doors closed, slamming my head to the pillow. I started to drift off again, various colors and shapes filling my vision. \"No—\" I spoke to myself \"—You need to focus!\" The hypnagogia formed together to form various humanoid shapes. I focused on my breathing, letting the minutes pass by. After some time, I started to smell something. Something acidic, and sweet, something like expensive wine. As I laid there I witnessed the transformation of various globs of reality all agreeing to come together and build a coherent picture. I started to see the ocean, started to feel the slow rocking of the ship. A familiar picture. This time, I wouldn't loose focus.\n\n( max char limit )"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: There wasn’t a single college age girl who didn’t know about Slut-erol, it’s effects were insane focus and mental acuity like nothing you were normally capable off. Of course, the withdrawal was what gave the drug its endearing name.
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"content": "\"You're sure I can pass my Anatomy & Physiology final if I take it correctly? What if I don't time it right? I don't know if I can just study at the last minute and go do the final before it wears off...\"\n\n\"Yeah, you can. You're really going to be amazed at what you can do while you're on this stuff. Thank God it doesn't really work on men - if it did they'd probably cure cancer, solve world hunger, build a giant laser cannon and cut the world in half with it in a week\", scoffed Miranda, sauntering down the stairwell in step with her friend Angie, as the girls headed to the Health Sciences department.\n\nAngie and Miranda were nursing students, and of the required courses for their degree programs, A & P was the most difficult. Angie had started out well in the class, but began struggling midway through the year with her workload at school and at her part-time job in the nursing home cafeteria. She was up at 5:00 a.m. every weekend and by 6:00 a.m. at work grilling huge piles of scrambled eggs and hash browns, and moving huge heavy trays of biscuits and muffins into and out of the burning-hot industrial ovens, then preparing purees and other special trays for residents with diet restrictions, getting everything out of the kitchen to the nursing staff for the breakfast meal at 7:00; then washing and scrubbing trays and pans, and moving right into preparing the lunch menu. It was sweaty, exhausting work, and she worked during her only two days off from classes, on Sat. and Sun. Keeping up with homework had proven a bigger challenge than expected; trying to complete her A & P assignments and read the enormous sections of the textbook required had begun to make her brain feel like a pile of the fluffy steaming eggs sizzling on the grill at her job. Angie needed an A on her final just to squeak by with a C in Anatomy & Physiology.\n\n\"Maybe I should take one the night before, and one the morning of the exam...\" Angie started, settling into a chair next to Miranda in their Biology class, the last class of their afternoon before finals week. \n\n\"No, definitely don't do that\", Miranda warned. \"You'll be exhausted. This stuff keeps you up. Sleep the night before, wake up four hours before your final, take the pill, read as much as you possibly can of the textbook - you're gonna be floored by how you read on this. It's like you suddenly become a supernerd genius with a photographic memory or something...\" \n\n\"Four hours before!\", Angie wailed. \"It just seems like such a risk to wait that long...\" \n\n\"Just trust me Angie, I've taken this shit before. You do not want to overdo it, believe me. Take it just like I said, read read read, and go ace your final. And clear your schedule, go home, lock your door... And wait for the crash to wear off. Probably ah, put on some porn or something, or make sure you buy a good strong vibrator since you don't have a boyfriend...\"\n\n\"How bad is the crash?? Is it really like people say?\", Angie asked, but just then the Biology instructor arrived and the hum of voices of students chatting died away, before Miranda could answer. \n\n*\n\nThe next week, Angie had texted on and off with her friend Miranda, who had obtained the little blue tablet for her that she now had hidden in her underwear drawer in a little plastic baggie. \n\n'How hard is it to control yrself? Am I gonna end up preg w/some random dude's kid?' - Angie \n\n'I would just fuck Cory til he couldn't & then ride it out w/my bullet vibe. I got Cory a Viagra the 2nd time cuz he couldn't go again the 1st and I fking about died. We got in a huge fight the 1st time cuz I called him limp dick & tried to call his brother to come hit it' - Miranda\n\n'Omg. Wtf you really did that?' - Angie\n\n'Ya. It was the crash talking though. Cory saw how crazy it makes u... he was still pissed but knew it wasn't really me' - Miranda\n\n'What am I gonna do w no boyfriend?? If u did that in front of Cory who knows what I'll do??' - Angie\n\n'idk. U can call me if u need me to talk u thru it. I would come babysit u but I gotta work that night when you'll be feelin it. Get u a FWB fast girl. Check out the crash smashers ads if you have to, they always use condoms' - Miranda\n\n'Omg. I'm freaking out now so thanx...' - Angie \n\n(continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A shy sort has a vivid erotic dream about a close friend. The next day, fate coincides to have said friend visit them.
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"content": "Lynn sat on the sofa, nursing a cup of coffee and trying to wake up. She couldn't believe she was considering masturbating before even having breakfast, but the burning need between her legs hadn't subsided. *I swear to God, I'll burn that damn alarm clock if it pulls me out of another dream.* She shifted, her thighs rubbing together. *Especially a dream like that one. I mean, it was a little weird that it was Max, but that's just dreams. I can’t control them, I may as well enjoy them. A lot.* Her hand slipped into her pajama bottoms, starting to rub herself gently. *Fuck, I was so close, too. I need to come.*\n\n\nA knock at the door shook her out of fantasizing, and she swore. She considered just pretending not to be home, but they were very persistent. Sighing, she set down her coffee and pulled her fingers away, sucking them clean and wiping them on her t-shirt as she walked over. She opened the door and sucked in a sharp breath mid-yawn, starting backwards.\n\n\n“Woah, easy girl,” Max said, raising her hands and smiling disarmingly. “I didn’t think I looked that rough.”\n\n\n“No, it's just…” *I fucked you in a dream last night...* “...I wasn't expecting to see you.” Max did look disheveled, though. No makeup, bedhead, wearing what was probably yesterday's jeans and a thin jacket over a rumpled tank top. Not that it mattered. She looked dead sexy in just about anything, and this was no exception.\n\n\nMax rubbed the back of her head. “Sorry about showing up out of the blue. And this early, too. I just… felt like coming over.”\n\n\n“Oh…” Lynn hesitated for a moment. Her rational part of her mind was calmly telling her that it was probably a bad idea to invite Max in. The horny part was effectively grabbing her by the collar and hoarsely shouting, *Let her in, you idiot!*\n\n\n“Well, if you want, I’ve got some coffee…”\n\n\n“Sounds great.” Max smiled. “Lead the way.”\n\n\nLynn brought her into the kitchen and poured out a cup for Max and a fresh one for herself. “Do you take cream? I can never remember.”\n\n\n“I do, but I’ll take it black. I could use the caffeine.” Max took the steaming mug and leaned against the counter, taking a careful sip.\n\n\n“So, uh, any particular reason why you wanted to come over? Or was it just a random thing?” Lynn asked, heaping a spoonful of sugar into her coffee.\n\n\n“Well…” Max tucked a stray strand of hair back into her messy black locks. “It sounds really stupid now that I say it out loud, but I had a dream about you- are you okay?”\n\n\n“Fine,” Lynn croaked, coffee dribbling down her chin and burning her throat. “Just fine.”\n\n\nMax grabbed a paper towel and stepped forward to dab at her face, soaking up the brown liquid. “That’s the second time I’ve made you jump, are you feeling alright?”\n\n\n“Er,” Lynn managed, suddenly tongue-tied with Max standing this close to her. She could feel the heat radiating off her body, and the tank-top didn’t leave much about her chest to the imagination. She *definitely* wasn’t wearing a bra. “Good. Fine. I’m good.” She coughed, both to clear the coffee that had gone down the wrong pipe and as an excuse to look away from Max. Her voice rough, she asked, “Um. Out of curiosity… what was the dream about?”\n\n\n“Well…” This time it was Max’s turn to look away, a soft flush blooming in her cheeks. “I don’t remember exactly. But you know when you wake up from a dream and something kind of carries over into real life? Usually it's just a random emotion, but I couldn't shake the feeling that you… uh, wanted to see me.”\n\n\nLynn’s heart pounded in her chest. “Did… did you come straight over here?”\n\n\n“Yeah. That's why I'm sorta in a state.” Max picked at the edge of her tank top, smiling ruefully. She still was standing quite close to Lynn. \n\n\n“Um…” Lynn wiped her suddenly damp palms on her pajama pants, not looking at Max. “I… I had a dream too.”\n\n\n“Oh?” Max’s eyebrows raised. “What about?”\n\n\n“You,” Lynn blurted before she could lose her nerve, blushing a bright pink.\n\n\nMax’s eyes went wide, but a slow smile curved her lips. “I'm starting to get the feeling that we had a very similar dream.”\n\n\n“I don’t know…” Lynn mumbled, working up one last bit of courage. “Maybe you could show me what yours was like…?”\n\n\nSmiling, Max leaned down and pecked her on the cheek. “Does that ring a bell?”\n\n\n“Not exactly…” Lynn looked up at her friend, lips puckering ever so slightly, her heart slamming in her chest.\n\n\nEyes glittering with laughter, Max kissed her, soft and sweet, pulling away to murmur, “That more like it?”\n\n\nLynn made a tiny nod. “We did… we did have the same dream. That's… really freaky.”\n\n\n“Well… I don’t know about you, but my dream was pretty long.” Max brought their lips together again for a brief moment, adding in a sultry whisper. “Maybe we should go over the rest.”\n\n\n--------------\n\n\nKind of half-finished, but I didn't want to leave it sitting in a folder forever. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An independent scientist is testing her formula for an aphrodisiac, she takes it in her lab and for a while doesn't feel any affects. but when she gets home it hits her hard and suddenly and she finds its also is a powerful diuretic.
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"content": "Part 1\n\nAlaina Wilson took off her glasses and rubbed her nose... \"another failure\" she said with a sigh. She ran her fingers up and through her short brown hair. Her hair was parted on one side and when her fingers reached the back of her head it fell back down just past her ear then scratched the back of her head. She followed the instructions her late husband had left along with the flowers he gathered from his final expedition in South America. They were working together on an aphrodisiac in their lab. They were well off with his university position and had quite a large house on the outskirts of town. The large basement was converted into a lab so he could continue his work at home. Before he died and in his notes he left instructions to synthesize the proteins in the flowers but after his passing it was up to her to finish his work. \n\nAlaina was able to make a serum from the flowers and tested it on one of the mice her son had helped her breed for the experiments. After the male mouse drank the red liquid she gave it she placed a female in the cage with it. To her dismay there was no effect. She went back to her husbands notes and found something written on the side of one of the pages. It simply said \"GSA?\", she didn't know what it meant but gave up for the night. She sighed again then put the mice back into the cages but was careless and put the male into the cage with a larger female. She was at the stairs when she heard frantic squeaking and turned around.\n\nThe male had mounted the larger female and was fucking it vigorously. She went over and watched for a few minutes before checking the chart for the mice breeding and saw that the number on the cage was for the mother of the batch of mice the male was bred from. She thought it was odd but figured that the serum simply took longer to kick in than she thought or just had the wrong dosage for the animals weight. Alaina was glad that this was at least a breakthrough and decided to try another experiment. She took the serum in the glass bottle and measured out a portion for her own body weight. She drank it quickly expecting it to taste bad but it was surprisingly sweet.\n\nBefore she could feel anything she heard the doorbell ring. She had completely forgot that she was going out for drinks with her friend. Alaina tossed her lab coat on the chair and stood before one of the mirrors in the lab. She had already gotten dressed for the night beforehand and examined herself. She was in a black dress that fell just above her knees with small straps on her shoulders. A little bit of cleavage showed through the top and her shapely ass filled out the bottom. Her shoes tapping on the stairs echoed through the lab as she exited the basement and answered the door. Her friend Rachel was dressed similarly but in red. Alaina left a note for her son before leaving since he would be probably be back home before she was. Her son Matthew was at the university studying and running track. \n\nThey went to a local bar that was close by. It was somewhat quiet and elegant, perfect for them to relax and enjoy themselves. Unlike the bars and clubs near the university that were frequented by the college students. Alaina was still waiting to feel the effects when Rachel came back to their small table with some drinks and a man she was chatting with at the bar. It wasn't the first time her friend had tried to set her up with someone since she was widowed but she still couldn't bring herself to follow through. Alaina hoped the serum would work and help her break out of the rut but the whole time the man was only interested in Rachel, despite Rachel's efforts to steer him toward Alaina.\n\nThe experiment was a bust and Rachel took her home before heading off with that man. On the way in Alaina noticed her sons truck was there then looked up to the second floor and saw the light on in his room. She went in and locked the door behind her. All she wanted now was a shower and to relax for the night. She went to the kitchen for a drink and stood in front of the sink drinking some water. Before she could move her sons arms wrapped around her and pulled her tight then kissed her cheek. \"Hey mom\" he said, still holding his mother. Alaina could feel that Matt wasn't wearing a shirt and could smell the dried sweat on his body. He was only wearing basketball shorts and boxers. \"I'm gonna get a shower, see you in a bit\" he said before letting her go. His mother didn't respond, her body was frozen and her eyes wide. The smell, the touch, the kiss... that was all she could think about. \n\nHer breathing grew heavy as he walked away. The serum was kicking in. She was excited, terrified, and confused all at the same time. Why was working now she wondered then thought about the mice and then the note her husband left. \"GSA?\" What did it mean she pondered as she tried to keep her mind clear then it hit her... Genetic Sexual Attraction. The serum must only work on those who are genetically related. This was the last thought before her mind fogged over and her body betrayed her. Her hands shook, knees quivered, wetness dripped down her thigh. All her body wanted was her son. It was hungry for him and she turned to follow him. Alaina followed her son down the hallway and stopped him. \"Mom, what's up\" Matt said before seeing the look in her eyes. It was primal, like the look of a hungry animal about to pounce on its prey. Alaina, hungered..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A straight couple plays strip poker with their gay friends. As clothes come off it turns into a night of crossing limits.
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"content": "With due respect to what you wrote, this was only based on the title.\n\n\nContains: exhibitionism/voyeurism, slightly dubious consent.\n\n\n-------\n\n\n“I can’t believe you roped me into this,” she grumbled, pulling her t-shirt over her head and tossing it to the side of the table.\n\n\n“You're only complaining because you're losing, Dana. We all know you'd be loving it if we were getting topless.” Her other two friends laughed.\n\n\n“Oh, shut up, Kat,” Dana muttered, blushing hotly. “I'm not gay.”\n\n\n“So you keep claiming, but yet here you are, playing drunk lesbian strip poker.” The tall blonde giggled, flushed with alcohol. “Gabby, Nicky, back me up here. She's so deep in the closet that she's in Narnia.”\n\n\nGabrielle tucked a lock of her long black hair behind her ear, smiling at Dana, her brown eyes amused behind her glasses. “There's nothing wrong with being bi, Dana. You don't have to jump into the all-girls club like us.”\n\n\n“Like you two,” Nicole corrected. “I'm ninety percent girls, but sometimes a guy is just-” the curvy redhead kissed her fingers “-mwah.”\n\n\n“Let’s- let's just play, okay?” Dana said, not meeting anyone’s eyes, hiding behind her wavy brown hair.\n\n\n“Ooooh, D’s eager to get naked for us- ow!” Kat rubbed her arm, staring resentfully at Dana.\n\n\n“Her luck might turn.” Nicole grinned. “Or maybe not. I'm pretty curious about what she's hiding under there...” She leaned back in her chair, lacing her hands behind her head, staring blatantly at Dana's chest.\n\n\nGabrielle smiled, but gave Dana a sympathetic look. “Give it a rest, you two. I'm dealing. Five cards, one draw.”\n\n\nThey played a few more hands, and for a while it seemed Dana’s luck *had* turned. The other girls - already dressed lightly for the summer heat - joined her in losing their shirts, and Nicole was down to just her panties and a smile. Dana was feeling pretty good, sneaking glances at Nicole’s breasts and wondering how far this would go when she suddenly lost two rounds in quick succession, losing her shorts and bra.\n\n\n“It’s nice to have some company,” Nicole said, grinning, and Kat let out a wolf-whistle as Dana exposed her ample breasts, blushing furiously and wrapping an arm around herself.\n\n\n“And what nice company it is,” Gabrielle murmured, smiling. \n\n\nDana downed her drink and stared fixedly at the table, trying to ignore the heat in her face. “G-Game’s not over.”\n\n\n“Speaking of game over...” Kat sat up straight, her eyes gleaming. “Did anyone tell Dana about the forfeit?” Nicole and Gabrielle shook their heads, and Kat giggled. “Ohohoho, you two are just as evil as me.”\n\n\n“Forfeit?” Dana asked nervously.\n\n\nKat grinned mischievously. “A little extra rule you should be aware of, now that you’re down to your last piece of clothing. Once you’re naked, you can quit and run back to your room, or you can play another round and try to win back your panties.”\n\n\nThat didn’t sound too bad, but the look in Kat’s eye made Dana worried. “What happens if you lose that round?”\n\n\n“Oh, nothing much, you just have to give us a little show…” Kat put a hand between her legs and let out a fake moan, eyes rolling back in an expression of ecstasy.\n\n\n“*What?!* No way!”\n\n\n“Alright. Your choice.” Kat shrugged and leaned back nonchalantly, failing to suppress a smile. Dana stared at her, torn between suspicion and relief.\n\n\n“Is that it? I can just leave?”\n\n\n“You forgot to mention that if she chooses to leave, she doesn’t get her clothes back,” Gabrielle murmured.\n\n\n“I- you- you guys are crazy!” Dana sputtered.\n\n\n“Aw, it’s not so bad,” Nicole said. “I’ve made the run a couple times, there’s hardly anyone in the halls at this time of night.”\n\n\n“You flash people for fun, though,” Gabrielle reminded her. “It’s not the same for Dana.”\n\n\n“Exactly!” Dana said, relieved that at least one of them was being sensible.\n\n\n“She’d probably prefer masturbating in here,” Gabrielle continued, and Dana’s jaw dropped. “We’re her friends, after all. I'm sure she'd rather be with us than showing off to strangers.”\n\n\n“I- I-”\n\n\n“Oh, relax,” Kat said reassuringly, patting Dana’s bare shoulder, her eyes shining with mischief. “You’ve still got your panties. This is all hypothetical as far as you’re concerned.” She shot a look at Nicole, who grinned and started dealing the next round. Gabrielle shook her head in despair at her friends’ antics even as a small smile curved her lips.\n\n\nDana wanted to run, but stayed firmly in her seat, one arm wrapped around her chest while she stared blankly at her cards, her mind whirling. *This is insane. This is insane.* She tried and failed to ignore the vivid images in her imagination, feeling the shameful flame of arousal grow inside her at the thought of watching one of these forfeits. Or doing one.\n\n\nTwo more rounds passed, and Gabrielle lost her bra as well, exposing her perky breasts with a flourish and a shy smile. Kat was down to only her underwear, and shifted in her seat, casting hungry glances at the others.\n\n\nThe next hand was dealt, and Dana stared at her cards in horror. “H-High card six,” she mumbled, desperately praying that somehow that wasn’t the worst. The others just laughed and laid down their cards, watching Dana turn bright pink under their stares.\n\n\n“Well?” Kat prompted.\n\n\n“I always wondered what you looked like down there,” Nicole murmured.\n\n\nGabrielle gave her a comforting smile that was slightly undercut by her flush of arousal. “Go on, Dana. We’re all friends here.”\n\n\nHer face burning, Dana slipped out of her panties, standing up enough to pull them down her thighs and seeing a strand of wetness stretch between her folds and the fabric. *Fuck! Why is this turning me on?!* She scooted her chair further under the table, keeping her legs clamped together, trying to hide as much of herself as she could.\n\n\nKat’s voice was low and husky when she spoke again. “So, Dana… what’s your pick?”\n\n\nDana just sat there, unable and unwilling to respond, but not moving was answer enough. Gabrielle passed her the deck, and she dealt one-handed as she covered her chest, not meeting anyone’s eyes. Dana turned over her cards, and it felt like the bottom of her stomach dropped out. She couldn’t believe it. The others laid down their hands, and she sat there frozen.\n\n\n“Dana,” Gabrielle said softly, and pulled down Dana’s wrist when she didn’t respond, showing her to be the loser. Again.\n\n\nDana expected Kat to whistle or for Nicole to make some comment, but they just watched her, waiting expectantly. The silence was worse somehow. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think as need and embarrassment clashed in her mind. She stared at the four sets of cards, her vision blurring.\n\n\nGabrielle rubbed her shoulder gently, her voice low. “Just go at your own pace, Dana. We’ll keep playing.” She gave the other two a meaningful glance, and Kat hurriedly picked up the cards, beginning to shuffle them while pretending to ignore Dana.\n\n\nOver the course of another round, Kat lost her bra, and Gabrielle scooted her chair a little closer to Dana, giving her arm a squeeze. “You don’t have to do anything special. Just whatever you normally do. You can look at me if it helps, I don’t mind.” Dana’s eyes flicked over to her slim, dusky body, lingering on the visible damp spot in her cute striped panties, and Gabrielle smiled encouragingly. She turned back to playing as Nicole dealt another hand, and Dana swallowed heavily, her heart pounding as her hand slipped between her legs, biting her lip to stifle a gasp. She hid her face in her elbow against her table, unable to bear looking at her friends even though the thought of them watching made her incredibly horny.\n\n\nKat lost her panties too, and twirled them around a finger before tossing them away, not bothering to cover herself with her hands. She leaned in on her elbows, staring at Dana, the need in her eyes making it clear she was ready to lose. The friendly banter had dwindled away, and the only sounds were the shuffling of cards, heavy breathing, and now a tiny slick noise as Dana fingered herself. They were free to look at her as she squirmed in the chair, low, muffled noises escaping her lips. Gabrielle shuffled the deck absently, more for something to with her hands rather than out of any real interest in continuing, her eyes fixed on her friend.\n\n\nDana panted into the crook of her arm, stuck half-way between pretending she was all alone and being unbearably aroused by the knowledge that everyone was watching. Each thrust of her fingers grew the burning pressure inside her, slick arousal leaking down from her folds to pool on the wooden chair, grinding her hand into her clit with each movement as her stifled gasps turned into low moans. The pleasure was building fast, faster than it normally did, she groaned, tensing, feeling her peak approaching.\n\n\nShe lifted her head slightly, meeting the hungry gazes of her friends, and came with a ragged cry, her inner walls clamping down around her fingers, bursts of pleasure making her body tense forward into the table. She rode out the orgasm, grinding her hips into the chair, covering her hand in her own juices until she slumped against the table, breathing hard. The warm feeling of satisfaction overruled her embarrassment, and she just sat there, trying to calm her racing heart. After a few moments, Kat broke the silence.\n\n\n“Are you still going to claim you aren’t gay after that?” she asked, her voice both amused and husky with need. “You totally are.”\n\n\n“...maybe… a tiny bit…” Dana admitted breathlessly.\n\n\n----------------\n\n\nNot my best work, but it was fun to write. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Answering your own prompt?
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Asking her to take one for the team!
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"content": "“Ugh alright I’ll do it.” Lindsay said. “But I get the best room when we get there.” She said as she walked away. She returned to the fire and sat down next to Carson. He was your generic spoiled kid, but they kept him around because he paid for shit. Everyone else started to go back outside one by one, until they were all by the fire. Carson slid close to Lindsay, much closer than friends should be, and whispered, “What do I have to do to have you?” \n\n“Cover the costs for us to all spend the week at Lola next month, hotels, tickets, all that. I’ll sleep with you once, and if you’re good maybe a few more times.” She whispered. She pulled out her phone and started scrolling through socials nonchalantly. \n\n“Okay. I’ll do it. I’m going to my bedroom and in a minute follow me in.” He said and got up “I gotta take a shit.”\n\nLindsay waited for the door to slide shut behind him and said “Ladies and Gentlemen, we got him! I’m in the bathroom puking if he pretends to ask where I am when he comes back.” \n\nLindsay got up and walked inside and upstairs. She entered Carson’s room and said “I ran away pretending to be puking, I shut the bathroom down the hall with the light and fan on.” Lindsay said. Carson was tenting his pants so Lindsay got right to business. She turned to face away from him and show off her big bubble butt in her right leggings, and pulled her leggings off, and with it her tan panties. Carson looked at her puckered butthole and smooth pussy lips as she took off her t shirt and bra. She turned and let him see her nude form. She was a bit chubby but it only made her boobs bigger, and she said “you gonna pitch a pants tent or have some fun?” She said giggling as she cupped her boobs in her hands and bounced them. Her nipples grew hard from arousal and the cool room. \n\nCarson took off his clothes unceremoniously in a boring way, and sat on the bed, legs spread and Lindsay sucked on his cock. Just as she was getting started he came in her mouth with no verbal warning from him. Multiple splotches of hot, salty semen filled her mouth and throat. She swallowed it and hopped on the bed for her turn while his dick got reset for another erection. (I don’t know how to describe it sorry) \n\n“What are you doing?” Carson said. “My dick isn’t hard now and I can’t fuck you.”\n\n“You’re supposed to get me going too, sex is a two person act.” Lindsay said. \n\n“But that’s gross.”\n\n“Sex as a whole is kinda gross. You’re sticking what you pee from in my mouth and you think I ENJOY that? I put up with it because it makes for good sex but I could live without it.” She said, still ready for him to go down on her.\n\n“Yeah no. Stroke me hard and I’ll do this quick.”\n\n“It’s not supposed to be quick.” She said. Getting up and stroking Carson’s small cock to full mast. “It’s supposed to be enjoyable for both partners regardless of the time it takes. And do you have a condom?”\n\n“No. Fuck that.”\n\n“Well I have one and I don’t want to get pregnant so you’re wearing it.” Lindsay was in the pull, but she still put a condom on Carson’s smaller than average cock to prevent STDs, and laid back. He pushed his cock all the way inside Lindsay on the first thrust, and Lindsay cried out “not so fast or deep. Slow it down.” He ignored her and lasted all of 30 seconds before Lindsay felt something hot and sticky inside of her. Carson had taken off the fucking condom and just came in her. Lindsay didn’t even wait for him to pull out, she jumped up and grabbed a Kleenex and started to clean herself off. “What the fuck Carson?” \n\n“The condom felt weird so I pulled it off.”\n\n“Well don’t do that again. I’m going home.” Lindsay said as she pulled on her clothes and stormed off. She walked to the fire and said “We’re leaving.” And the group left, and laughed at the story later. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Rainy days mean spending all morning in bed.
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"content": "A Day Inside\n---------------------------------------------------------------\n\nAs I looked outside at the rain, I sighed, both from the exhaustion of college and relief that I wouldn't have to go outside. \n\nIt had been a stressful week, with all the studying I had to do for my exams and it was a relief to have an excuse to not hang out with my friends today.\n\nI relaxed in my bed, feeling the soft blankets against my smooth skin as my silky bra and panties slid against the sheets. I curled up in the blankets, trying to go back to sleep, but I found myself laying there, awake. \n\nThe raindrops kept me awake as I laid there bored. I felt tense and bored. \n\nI found myself clinging to the blankets as I remembered the steamy animated porn scene I had seen last time, out of a mix of both boredom and lust. \n\nIt had been well over a month ago, but I still remembered the desperate moans of the victim as slimy, purple tentacles curled around her nipples and bulged from inside her. \n\nMy eyes closed as I rubbed against the blanket, imagining how it would feel to be defiled by such animosity from a strange tentacled creature that thirsted for womanly fluids.\n\nI felt my fingers move down my body, brushing against my clit and sending a slight shiver down my spine, as I imagined the tentacles pulling my legs apart and sliding in and out of my slit.\n\nI could imagine the tentacles groping my breasts as I slid my bra off and grasped my breasts with my left hand while my right played with my clit and my insides at the same time. \n\nIt wasn't long before I was wet and moaning as my index finger circled my hardened clit, occasionally entering me, becoming wet with my fluids. \n\nI could feel shivers down my spine as my body tingled with pleasure. \n\nIt had been so long and I found myself breathing heavily as I imagined being forced to cum from the slimy tentacles accidentally pushing against my inner walls. \n\nMy fingers slowly and rhythmically beckoned inside me while I gasped as I felt my orgasms pass through my tensed body. \n\nIt felt so good, my thumb brushing my clit to the same rhythm of the fingers that rubbed inside my walls, as images of a helpless moaning girl violated by inhuman appendages continued on in my mind. \n\nWith each orgasm came another involuntary moan, but I didn't care because it just *felt* so good. \n\nI couldn't help but wonder how I tasted as I brushed my left hand over my soaked pussy and licked. \n\n*Mmmm*, I thought as I continued riding the waves of pleasure that coursed through me. \n\nI kept going until I felt the last, intense orgasms pass through my body, leaving me gasping and breathing heavily, a drowsy college girl laying on her soaked sheets. \n\nThe raindrops continued on as I drifted off back to sleep. \n\n*Guess that studying can wait*, I thought as drowsiness overcame me and I closed my eyes again, my nude body tangled in the soaked sheets."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A school fundraiser sells a few of the delinquents. You just bought the girl who had been bullying you sense kindergarten.
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"content": "I’ve always hated Mey Sahin. Her nipples that would always expand and erect whenever there was someone alpha. The way those breasts would spill. Her marbled ass cheeks. Skin so white and so smooth, I would dream of sucking on her for hours.\n\nShe never found me attractive. It started in kindergarten. It ended after college. Mey didn’t graduate, but I sure as hell did. Didn’t even know who I was at the local dormitory fundraiser. \n\nShe was on sale, I was a buyer with wage cuck money. \n\n“10 dollars,” I threw up a paddle and the auctioneer didn’t even wait for another offer.\n\n“Sold!” He banged the gavel.\n\nThe first thing I did with Mey, when she slept, was upload her brain onto a virtual platform. Just like the real world, only it played by my rules. \n\nMy head was that of a cow and no one asked questions. When Mey asked questions, everyone laughed at her:\n\n“HAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAH.”\n\nMey asked me last, when everyone ignored her, even that popular boy whom she planned on marrying, “Why does no one recognize you have a cow head?”\n\n“Because I don’t want to be a pig.”\n\n“That doesn’t answer my question.”\n\n“Pigs eat everything.” I replied with a wink.\n\nThen I projected two butts jiggling in Mey’s eyes. Fart clouds popping out in machine gun fire. A pig nose wiggling around. About to feast.\n\nMey screamed. She screamed so loud she fell off her chair.\n\nNaturally I changed the situation to when we were at a kitchen table, saying grace as a family, when I put the girls farting into the pig nose. \n\n“Mey are you alright?” “Mey what happened?” “Mey?”\n\nHer family was concerned. \n\nMey was crying when she said, “There were two girls’ butts farting and this pig nose was popping in and out in these balloon shapes.”\n\nFrom there I put the pig devouring the female butts. \n\nAnd I whispered, “I fed them laxatives Mey.” \n\nMy revenge was only just beginning."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Theme Thursday: Dungeons and Dragons
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"content": "I have a very relevant story that I wrote a while ago, is it alright if I link it here?\n\n\nEdit: Here is the story. This is a slightly improved version from the original, which is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/9lr6h6/pm_lesbian_prompts/e79urfw/?st=jo831272&sh=01096ea7).\n\n\nPrompt: \"A duty-centered (lawful good) paladin is incredibly tense so her hedonistic (chaotic good) barbarian girlfriend decides to help her unwind, by force if need be.\"\n\n\nContains: D&D 5E, very nerdy roleplaying, mild exhibitionism.\n\n\n-----\n\n\n“Alright, so you four enter the embassy, a half-dozen guards escorting you. Everything is lavishly decorated with gold and silks, dyed in the Arakian royal colors like the guard’s uniforms. They take you to a little antechamber next to a conference room. There’s big cushions and sofa-type things, and you guess that it’s a waiting room. The door to the conference chamber is open, but there’s a closed door off to the side with symbols written on it in Araknin. The guards spread out through the room and take up positions, glaring at you. You’re pretty sure if you do anything to annoy them, you’re getting kicked out. What do you want to do?”\n\n\nCasey lifted a hand. “You said there was gold. How easy would it be to steal some?”\n\n\nDaniel sighed. “The age-old rogue question. But this gold isn’t made into coins, it’s gilded onto the tables and the walls and stuff. You could scrape it off with your dagger, but not without the guards seeing you.\"\n\n\n“What if I made a distraction-”\n\n\nRose sighed. “Case, we aren’t here to steal, as much as I’d like to indulge your kleptomania. What’s the closed door about?”\n\n\n“Do any of you read Araknin?” After a chorus of ‘no’s, Daniel shrugged. “You have no idea.”\n\n\n“Can I ask one of the guards about it? Or will they be mad?”\n\n\n“You don’t even know if they speak the trader’s tongue, but you can try. They won’t kick you out for one question.”\n\n\nJen interjected. “Why not just open it? I walk straight over and pull it open.”\n\n\n“Jen, hold on-” Rose started, but Daniel overruled her.\n\n\n“You pull open the door and find a candle-lit room with lots of marble fixtures and strange metal handles. Themia isn’t exactly sure what all this weird civilized stuff is.”\n\n\nJen sighed, grinning ruefully. “Barbarian see, barbarian try, barbarian fail to understand. Ain’t that just my life.”\n\n\n“Do the guards react?” Rose asked, smiling.\n\n\n“No, they just act like everything is normal.”\n\n\n“Themia calls out, ‘Flowers, come in here.’”\n\n\n‘Flowers’ was Themia’s nickname for Rose's nature paladin Korrin, since she had lilies growing on her armor. “She goes in.”\n\n\n“Korrin, you find yourself in an opulent bathroom. It seems like a place for people who are meeting in the embassy to clean themselves up after long journeys. There’s all sorts of impressive plumbing. Yes, Shallel?”\n\n\nTheir fourth and shiest player lowered her hand. “Do the guards do anything about Fluffy?”\n\n\nDaniel started. “You brought your panther into the embassy?”\n\n\n“He has a collar…” Sarah mumbled, not meeting his eyes.\n\n\n“Um…” Daniel pushed his glasses up on his nose, sighing as his brows came together. “Fluffy is getting a lot of nervous looks, but as long as he doesn’t do anything aggressive he’ll be fine.”\n\n\n“Okay… He curls up on one of the cushions and I sit next to him.” Sarah stroked Daniel’s cat, who sat on her lap.\n\n\n“Alright. Hett?”\n\n\nCasey sighed. “I guess I’ll just sit down too, looking grumpy.”\n\n\n“And you two, what are you doing in the bathroom? Anything important, or are you just waiting for the meeting?”\n\n\nRose opened her mouth, but Jen spoke first. “I want to have a private conversation with Korrin. I close the door behind her.”\n\n\nDaniel’s eyebrows went up a little, but he just said, “Okay. Do you guys want to take a little break, and you two can actually go have that conversation?”\n\n\n“Sounds good,” Casey said. “I need snacks.” Sarah nodded. \n\n\n“If anything important comes up or the people out in the waiting room might hear something, let me know,” Daniel said, cleaning up some of the notes and dice behind his cardboard barrier."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] You can't believe your luck, hooking up with such a hottie at the Halloween party. just imagine your surprise though when you take your masks off...
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"content": "Wrote this for a Halloween PM prompt but hadn't finished it yet but it seems to fit so I'll finish it here. Hope that's all right. I'll get the unmasking part done later today.\n\nPart 1\n\nMatt parked his car outside his aunt's house and looked at his costume in the back seat. His plan to wear matching knight and witch costumes with his girlfriend went up in smoke after they broke up a few days before Halloween. With his holiday plans a bust he decided to head home for a few days since he didn't have class for the rest of the week and go to his aunt's annual Halloween party. Knowing her there'd be plenty of alcohol to take his mind off his current situation. He got out and went to the door, knocking loud enough to be heard over the music that was playing inside.\n\nHis aunt Rachel answered the door and smiled at the surprise visitor. She was dressed as a witch with a large hat, black dress, and an exceptional amount of cleavage. \"Hey everyone the strippers here\" she shouted before giggling. Matt could tell she was already a bit drunk. \"Just kidding young man, come on in. I hope you've got a costume\" she said before he had a chance to say anything. Matt scratched the back of his head and said \"yeah, its in the car. Its a knight costume.\" Rachel replied saying \"Good you'll fit right in. Hurry up and change then come on in. I'll pour us some drinks in the meantime.\"\n\nMatt changed into his costume next to his car. His knight costume was black and green with silver accents. Once that was on he took the leather belt with a small sword and wrapped it around his waist then put on the helmet. It was silver, ornate, and only covered the top of his head. Now ready for the party, he went inside to find his aunt and that drink she mentioned. Matt found her in the kitchen filling shot glasses with vodka. \"Nice costume sweety, come have a drink with me\" she said once she saw him. The shot glasses clinked together before the two emptied them swiftly. They chatted over a few more drinks, talking about why he was in town and about the break up.\n\nMatt asked if there was anyone else he knew at the party. Rachel took another drink and said \"probably not since its most of my friends but your mummy is around here somewhere.\" She giggled but didn't say a word when asked what she meant but gave him a wink. Rachel took a tray full of vodka shots and headed for the living room. \"I've got to be a good host and get everyone drunk. Go have a good time and forget all about that girl. Who knows, maybe you'll find a real woman to keep you company tonight\" she said as she left the kitchen. Matt finished his drink and decided to follow her.\n\nIn the living room Matt found the party in full swing. There were zombies, ghosts, and a variety of spooky costumes everywhere. There were more women than men and he could tell most were older than him. The music was loud and people had to almost shout to hear each other. In the corner of the room he saw someone who stood out from the crowd. An mummy with gold necklace, bra, and headband that covered her face similar to his helmet. She also had a gold band around her waist that held white cloth that covered the front and back but left the sides open. The bandages didn't cover everything and enough skin showed through to display how attractive she must be underneath.\n\nAlaina felt like a fish out of water. The Egyptian priestess costume her sister got for her was far too revealing for her taste so she added the bandages in the bathroom to cover up as much as she could. It had been a few years since her husband passed away and it took some convincing from her sister Rachel to get her to leave the house for something like this. She wasn't much for parties or drinking so she stood against the wall and nursed the drink Rachel gave her. In her glass was Jack Daniels honey whisky and coke, her late husbands favorite drink.\n\nMatt thought about what Rachel said about his \"mummy\" and wondered if that was really her. If it was she sure made a sexy mummy he thought. He saw that most of the others there were engaging with each other so he decided to her to find out if it really was his mom. Matt approached the mummy and said \"Need some help drinking that? Your're the only one here with a full glass.\" He hoped his words didn't come off as cheesy but was happy to see the woman smile and say that she wasn't much of a drinker. The music was still overbearing and it was a little hard to hear her clearly but Matt could tell that this woman had the same color eyes as his mother.\n\nThey chatted for a bit and Matt studied this woman's mannerisms as best he could before beginning to feel the effects of the drinks he had with his aunt. She behaved similarly to his mom but he still couldn't be sure. She seemed to be loosening up and finally started to drink from her glass. With her head tilted back and the glass covering her face Matt got a good look at the golden bra she was wearing. Her breasts did look familiar but he had never seen his mother wear something so exotic.\n\nAfter a few more minutes of talking, Matt lifted the hand she held her drink in and pulled toward him. \"I need a drink, mind if I have a sip?\" he asked, hoping he wasn't being to forward with her. The mummy smiled before holding the glass to his mouth and tipped it toward him. There wasn't much left in the glass so he finished it off. It was certainly a familiar drink. Matt took the glass from her hand but held onto hers and said \"Want another drink?\" The mummy nodded and the knight said \"After you.\" He followed her to the kitchen, letting her get just far enough ahead so he could check out her ass. Matt thought about how wonderful the view was of the sides of this woman's back side spilled out around the narrow strip of cloth and above the bandages that only went up mid thigh."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Hey... you look exactly like my husband, who died a few years ago. Can you do me a favor?”
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"content": "“Uh…” He twisted on the stool to look at the woman who had sat next to him. She was a short and curvy little thing, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes that watched him with just a hint of nervousness beneath her confidence. Her looks pressed all the right buttons for him, and he felt his face growing hot as his mind jumped to all kinds of conclusions about this favor. “Sure, what is it…?”\n\n\nShe read his expression and laughed, making him blush harder. “Sorry, I can see how you mighta taken that the wrong way. A woman come up to a young man like you in a bar, askin’ favors… Nah, nothin’ like that. It's just… now that I hear it, your voice is just like his, too. I know it's a hell of a thing to ask a stranger, but could you give me a hug? An’ just say ‘Darlin’,’ real low like.” She rubbed the back of her head and looked away, a little embarrassed as he stared at her. “Indulge an old widow, would ya?”\n\n\nShe definitely wasn't old. At most she was forty, and a damn gorgeous forty at that. He hesitated for a moment, then slipped off the barstool and held out his arms. “Alright, come here.”\n\n\nShe looked a little surprised, then beamed, hopping off her seat to embrace him. Her head only came up to his chest, and she pressed up against him, warm and soft. Quietly, he murmured, “Darlin’,” and she tensed in his arms, squeezing tighter around his back. A moment later, he felt his shirt grow wet, and she pulled away, wiping at her eyes. \n\n\n“Shit,” she sniffed. “God, I'm sorry. I didn't think I'd cry. I just- it was him for a second, you know? It's been so long, but all the memories came right back.” She turned around, scrubbing her face with the top of her shirt, her shoulders shaking a little. He wavered, but reached out, putting a comforting hand on her back.\n\n\n“Can I buy you a drink?” he offered gently.\n\n\nShe looked back to him, a smile breaking through the tears. “Buy- buy *me* a drink? Are you even old enough to be in here?”\n\n\nHe normally was sensitive about his boyish looks, but he returned her smile. “Twenty-one last month, how about you? You’re gonna get carded.”\n\n\nShe snorted. “Flatterer, I haven’t…” She faltered, and her expression changed. “Did you say last month?”\n\n\n“Yeah…?” he said, a little concerned about the odd look on her face. “Something wrong with that?”\n\n\nShe shook her head slightly, slowly coming back to a smile. “No, uh, nothin’. I'll take you up on that drink, though.”\n\n\n------\n\n\nI only read the title before writing this, so that's why it's one-sided. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two roommates, with personalities like Spongebob and Squidward
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"content": "Edward was tired and reeked of french fries when he opened the door of his apartment. Even though he worked the front counter at *Heartburger*, a Pat Benatar-themed fast casual restaurant, the greasy vapor always wafted over his station. For 10 hours, he felt his humanity rub off, one *Love is a Burger Meal* at a time. He walked into the small kitchen where his roommate, Bobbie was licking her fingers over an empty plate.\n\n\"Hi Edward, how was work?\" she asked.\n\n\"Typical,\" he scoffed. \"Just the usual **parade of mediocrity** coming in to spend more money than I make in a month on crap burgers and fries. I swear, if I have to make another *Hit My With your Best Shake*, I'm going to...hey Bobbie, what were you eating?\"\n\n\"Well I was looking in the fridge for something to eat but there was this brown paper bag-\"\n\n\"Uh huh.\"\n\n\"And the brown paper bag had your name on it-\"\n\n\"Go on,\" Edward said more bitterly.\n\n\"And I thought, 'Hmm, why would this bag have Edward's name on it,' and the only thing I could think of was that it meant that the bag was **from** Edward, and you know what? There was this beautiful, perfect BLT sandwich inside. From you!\"\n\n\"You don't say.\"\n\n\"Oh, you should have seen tasted it,\" she continued in an upbeat tone. \"It just the right amount of tang and then I thought, 'Gee, that was really swell of him to leave me a lunch' and so I started to-\"\n\n\"Bobbie, did it ever occur to you that the sandwich, nay, the **whole bag of food** was my packed lunch?\" asked Edward angrily. \"Gah, you do this every time!\"\n\nBobbie's excited face changed to embarrassment. \"Well, I did you leave you the apple.\"\n\n\"Listen Bobbie, I don't get a lot of pleasure in life. My work sucks, I'm starving, and the less I say about my home life, **THE BETTER**!\" he exclaimed. \"I'm going to eat this apple in peace, and I would prefer that you **not disturb me**.\" He snatched the brown paper bag from the table and stormed off to his room.\n\n\"But I didn't get a chance to tell him,\" Bobbie told herself. \"I realized it wasn't mine after I ate it, and so I made him a new one and put it in the bag. I hope he likes my BLT: bacon, lemon and Tobasco.\"\n\n\"Your happiness is music to my ears,\" she said when she heard Edward's muffled scream from his bedroom.\n\n​\n\n​\n\n*About halfway through this short bit, I realized I was writing an episode of \"Perfect Strangers.\"*\n\n​"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Steamed Hams but Skinner invites over Edna for a "unforgettable" luncheon and they're both super horny
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"content": "Edna Krabappel stepped onto the porch with trepidation. It had been six months since she broke off her relationship with Seymour and she still felt some pangs of guilt over the breakup. Things were less tense at school now but every so often he'd look at her with those lost puppy dog eyes. *If only he didn't have those eyes for his mother too*, she thought. She rang the door bell.\n\nSeymour opened the door. He wore an apron over his cheap blue suit. \"Edna, I'm glad you could make it. I hope you're ready for an unforgettable luncheon.\"\n\n\"Ha! I don't have high hopes, Seymour,\" she scoffed. She entered the dining room and threw her bottle of *Gets The Job Done Chardonnay* into an ice bucket.\n\nSeymour left her to check on his roast when he noticed smoke billowing out of his oven. \"Oh no! My roast is ruined!\" He thought about his plan to woo Edna back to him was as burnt as the charred slab of beef in the oven. He looked out the window and his eyes fell upon the Krusty Burger across the street. In a moment, he hatched a plan: *what if I purchase some fast food, and then pass them off as my own cooking? She'll leap into my arms for sure! Seymour, you old devil you.* He had one foot out the window when Edna stepped into the kitchen.\n\n\"Seymour!\" she bellowed.\n\n​\n\n>*Skinner, he's got quite a complication.* \n> \n>*Edna's horny too, with her sexual frustration.* \n> \n>*Will his plan pull through, it's probably worth some observation.* \n> \n>*And we'll see it happen at the Skinner home, tonight!*\n\n​\n\n\"Edna,\" he stammered. \"I was just doing to calisthenics. Isometric exercise.\"\n\nEdna stopped staring at Seymour's crotch when she noticed the fire in the oven. \"Why is there smoke coming out your oven, Seymour?\"\n\n\"That's not smoke, that's steam, from the wonderful steamed *clams* that we're having. Mmm...steamed clams.\"\n\n*I haven't had my clam steamed in months*, she thought as she backed out of the kitchen. \n\n​\n\nSeymour fetched his quarry and peered in the dining room. Edna had finished half the bottle of wine and was circling the rim of her glass with her index finger. He watched as she looked at the droplet of wine, then sucked it off her finger, releasing it with a *pop*. Seymour flattened his pants to hide his erection and returned to the dining room holding a platter of Krusty burgers.\n\n\"Edna, I hope you're ready for some mouth-watering hamburgers.\"\n\n\"I thought we were having steamed clams.\"\n\n\"Oh no, no. I said steamed *hams*. That's what I call hamburgers.\"\n\n\"You call hamburgers, 'steamed hams'.\"\n\n\"Yes, it's a uh, regional dialect.\"\n\n\"Uh huh. What region?\" she asked.\n\n\"Uh, upstate New York,\" he said timidly.\n\n\"Well I'm from Utica and steamed hams meant something entirely different,\" she said as she rose from her chair. She pushed the platter of burgers away from Seymour and sat on the edge of the dining table, placing her feet on his armrests. She hiked up her aquamarine skirt and pulled her panties to the side. \"Come here Seymour. Taste my steamed hams.\"\n\nSeymour wasted no time and buried his face into her yellow pussy. He held on to her hips as he lapped over her delicate folds and around her clit. Edna let out a low moan and fell backwards on the table.\n\n\"Oh Seymour, yes! Don't stop! Keep it right-DEAR LORD, WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THERE!\" she exclaimed as she pointed at the flames dancing around the edges of the kitchen door.\n\n\"Aurora Borealis.\"\n\n\"AURORA BOREALIS? At this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the country, localized **entirely** in your kitchen?\" she scoffed.\n\n\"Yes?\" he answered.\n\n\"Can I see it?\" Edna asked.\n\n\"No.\"\n\nEdna exited the house, red-faced. She couldn't tell if it was from their tryst or from the fire enveloping his house.\n\n\"Well Seymour you are an odd fellow,\" she said. She felt the dampness between her legs as she smoothed out her skirt. \"But you steam a good ham.\"\n\n​\n\n*Definitely off-brand.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A girls keep ending up having her orgasms ruined because of ‘accidental’ last second interruptions, making her grow more and more frustrated over time.
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"content": "All week, she'd been trying to get off. And every time just as she was right there, someone interrupted. She had been more frustrated then anything else in her life. \n\nBut alas what was the quiet brunette to do? She was too shy to approach and she didn't wanna wreck any friendships? She wanted to get off so bad.\n\nThe house emptied for the first time all week. She waited a few moments making sure there came no footsteps or doors opening. Silence. Perfect. \n\nShe hiked up her skirt and slowly mouthed the washing machine as it ran through a cycle. It didn't take long before she almost screamed in pleasure. Her legs quivered, her panties became soaked. \n\nShe didn't want it to end but it was becoming too much. She pushed herself off the machine and slumped against the wall. She was sweaty, panting, and her leg shook like crazy. \n\n\"Finally\"\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Afraid that you’ll be let go at the end of the week, you try to improve your work. On Friday, your boss calls you in to their office to talk...
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"content": "Harold only had to pack his Yeti mug and lucky pen into his messenger bag in order to leave a clean cubicle. He never kept mementos at the desks he occupied. The transient nature of doing office temp work meant he was never sure how long a gig would last, and was the biggest reason he never got to know any of the full-timers as well. When Harold finished his Accounting degree, tops in his class last year, he thought he could just walk through the doors at one of the The Big 4 and land a job. But when he walked into the grim reality of the job market, he sucked in his pride and applied for work at a temp agency. \n\n*At least I'll be able to network*, he thought. But he quickly found that few people wanted to interact with \"the help.\" When a company is swamped, or when they accidentally lay off too many people, or when management doesn't want to pay for a full time employee, they bring in people like Harold, and the employees hate him for it. Most people where cordial on a day-to-day basis, but he never felt welcome.\n\nNevertheless, Harold put in his fair share of work. He wasn't like those other temps who watched the clock and did almost the minimum requirement with no accountability. In fact he was brought in this week to replace someone just like that. Harold was about to turn off the cubicle lamp when his desk phone rang.\n\n\"Um, hello?\" he answered weakly. \n\n\"Harold? It's Lauren. I need you to come upstairs and see before you leave today.\"\n\n\"Okay Lauren, I'm almost done here. See you in a few.\" Harold hung up the phone then grabbed his ID badge. Unlike the employee badges, which were green striped and had their headshot, his was a plain white card with a large 'T' in the center. \"Last day I'll need this,\" he told himself.\n\nLauren was the division manager and sat on the 9th floor, in a wing that was mostly empty. He had overheard in passing that the team of 50 people who had been there were outsourced to the Philippines. Harold wondered if he was better off temping instead of putting in the best years of your life into a company only to have your security yanked out from under you. Lauren supervised both on-site staff and offshore contractors which meant she her work conversations were best left out of earshot of the employees still in the building. Her own walled-in office space occupied a corner of the floor, and could only be reached after walking past the aisles of empty cubicles. Harold knocked on her door, which was slightly ajar.\n\n\"You wanted to see me, Lauren?\" Harold asked. Lauren was in front of standing desk with a laptop open, lost in thought. She was 6 feet tall and fit. The standing desk was an option for anyone but this was the first time he noticed anyone using it. Harold thought she looked especially striking in her black pant suit and short heels. Lauren finally noticed him and ushered him in.\n\n\"Yes, Harold. Please have a seat,\" she said as she sat in another chair beside him. \"How did the project go today?\" \n\n\"Well, I finished my tasks and left my notes for Peter to pick up on Monday. He should be able to run the reports you need every month without too much rework. I also documented all the tasks I completed this past week, in case you have people who would need to repeat it.\"\n\nLauren looked surprised. \"That was a lot of extra work that you didn't have to do. I really appreciate the effort. Listen, I asked you to come here to see how you liked it here. What did you think of the job, the people, the work environment?\"\n\n\"I thought it was a little challenging at first, getting used to your HRIS but I think over all this is a nice place to be. Everyone seems nice here too. If you ever need more help I wouldn't be reluctant to come back.\"\n\n\"Good. Good. Because I'd like to offer you a job. I bet you've noticed how we've been running lean for a while now, and I convinced the higher ups that we need people to grow. We need people like you, Harold.\"\n\nHarold blushed. He was unused to hearing compliments, especially for his work. Then he thought about the rows and rows of empty desks and wondered if *he* could be happy here.\n\n\"I'd like some time to think it over, Lauren. I mean it's really nice that you'd think of me that way, but I don't know if I want to be tied down to a desk,\" he replied.\n\nLauren smiled. \"Oh, it's not too bad, being tied down here. Plus we offer an extensive benefits package.\" Harold couldn't tell, but it almost looked like she was looking up and down his body while she spoke, and looked at his crotch when she said, 'package.'\n\n\"Heath and Dental benefits would be really nice,\" he agreed. \"The temp agency insurance is terrible.\" \n\nLauren got up from the chair and closed the door. \"Harold, I think I can do better than that.\" She dimmed the light and loosen the top 2 buttons from her shirt. He could see the inkling of a purple lace bra underneath. He didn't know how big were her breasts, but her cleavage was impressively deep.\n\nHarold swallowed nervously and tried to focus on her eyes as she stood over him. \"I um, don't think I've ever been recruited this hard before.\"\n\n\"Oh really,\" she said inquisitively. She bent down and placed her hands on his knees and pushed his legs open. He started to feel his arousal building within his trousers. She slowly massaged his thighs, getting close but not touching his groin. \"Let me try to recruit your even harder,\" she said with a smile. \n\nThen her tone changed. \"But, you can tell me to stop, and I will. You can walk out the door and no questions, no issues. I want you to want this job because **you** want it.\"\n\nHarold thought about the future. \"And then I can look forward to being fired or laid off when you're done with me?\" he asked.\n\nLauren closed her eyes and sighed. \"I guess I'm not going to pull you away from freelancing, so this will just be a fond goodbye.\" She pulled up to his face and kissed him. She was pleasantly surprised when he kissed back.\n\nThey both enjoyed sharing their warm and wet lips, tongues negotiating with one another. Harold placed a hand under her blazer and rested it on her hips. Lauren let her hands rub his groin over his pants, feeling him grow with her touch. She unzipped his fly and deftly released his cock from its hiding spot. She worked his shaft in slow circles, feeling his moans in her mouth as he let the pleasure build up in his body. \n\nHarold delicately unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and untucked from her slim waist. Lauren stood up and flung off her top and jacket. She straddled him and grabbed the back of his head, pushing it into her lace bra. Harold ran his fingers over her back in delicate lines from her shoulders ribs, and finally her round and firm ass. She lifted his head from her bosom and kissed him deeply again. She moved further down and kissed his neck, the crook of his jaw, giving a playful nibble on his earlobe. Harold couldn't stop himself, he started to thrust his cock, seeking place to call home. \n\nLauren took notice and give him another deep kiss before getting off his lap and kneeling before his throbbing member. She began to delicately fondle his balls while planting kisses on his head. She admired his thick, uncircumcised cock, the head turning a deep shade of purple as she licked underneath it, working down the glands and then sucking on his balls. She reversed the trip and left a trail of her saliva from the base of his dick to his head. Then she took him in her mouth. \n\n\"Shit, that feels so good,\" he groaned as she slid up and down, getting more wet with each stroke. She increased her tempo and took him down all the way to his base, before releasing him. She stopped blowing him and stood up. Harold opened his eyes and tried to catch his breath when he saw Lauren getting out of her pants, and he did the same. She wore a matching purple lace thong, which she pulled down before unclasping her bra. Her full breasts and hard nipples bounced as she walked back to him and grabbed him by his shaft, prodding him to stand up as well. She led him to the standing desk and placed one hand on the high desktop then urged him to come closer behind her.\n\n\"Harold,\" she said, kissing him. \"It's time for the exit interview.\" Lauren spread her legs and guided his wet cock to her ass, letting it slide between and under the cheeks. It picked up some of her own wetness that had been pooling around her pussy. The she guided the head of his cock to her asshole and let it slowly press its way in. \"Oh fuck, yes Harold. I want it all in my tight ass!\" she exclaimed.\n\nHarold thought her asshole felt amazing, so warm and tight. He held onto her hips as he worked more of his shaft into her. They fell into a rhythm as he pushed and pulled, in and out of her ass. As their tempo increased, Harold's balls began to slap her pussy from behind, sending more pleasure through her body. Each slap came back more slick with her cream. Lauren's built up orgasm finally released with a shudder, bucking and grinding on his pumping cock.\n\n\"Fuck, I'm gonna cum,\" he said before he pushed hard into her backside. He felt his dick shoot load after load into her, until he thought he was sucked dry. He backed away from her and watched as his cum dripped out of her butt. She turned around to face him. Throwing her arms over his shoulder, she gave him another kiss. \n\n\"Still a no on the job, Harold? After all that?\" she asked. Harold was tempted but declined. \"This was amazing. You're amazing, but I think it would be weird.\"\n\nPicking up his ID badge, Lauren handed it to him and said, \"okay then. Keep this in case you want a referral.\" \n\n***\n\nAs always, comments and criticism are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A 22F senior wakes up: her coed-dorm has coed showers / is also clothing-optional for women. Both her dorm and the university library are both "free use" for blowjobs, including cum-swallowing on demand when male students masturbate. Detail her first three days in this new world.
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"content": "Day 1:\n\nSara woke up and watched a thick cock walk by her bed. Surprised, she sat up. At first, she thought Karen’s boyfriend had stayed the night again and had decided not to cover up. But this guy looked nothing like Jake. He was taller, leaner and from what Karen had told her, he must be bigger, too. What he was doing in their room was a mystery, though. She coughed carefully and he looked back. \n\n“Oh, good, you’re up,” he said. \nThe second he looked at her, she felt that she was naked. She grabbed the sheets and covered up. “Who are you? Where are my clothes? Did we…” she asked. Her eyes rested on his big cock. He might have been a naked stranger in her room, he still looked amazing. \nHe shook his head. “I don’t think so. I’m just heading to the shower. Care to join me?”\n\nSara gave him with a puzzled look. Why would some naked guy walk around her room, inviting her to join him in the shower if they hadn’t hooked up before? She gave it a second. It wasn’t her style, but something felt different about this. Maybe it was the lack of coffee, maybe it was the crazy situation, but she nodded. \n“Yeah, let’s take a shower together,” she said. \n\nShe followed him to the showers. They were bigger than she remembered. Or maybe her memory was fine and something had changed. She looked back. Her own clothes were folded over her own chair at her own desk with her own laptop. She had definitely woken up in her own bed. \n\nHe turned on the shower and she huddled close to him, catching as much of the water as she could. She felt his cock press against her ass and closed her eyes. This wasn’t all that bad, even if it was insane. His hand started moving up and down his shaft and she turned around and stopped him. \n“Let me take care of that, she said.” \n\nSara sank to her knees and grabbed his shaft with both hands. He throbbed a little under her as she slowly moved her hands down. The water rained down around her and she looked up to see him take it in, his eyes closed. She stuck out her tongue and licked across the tip, smiling at his loud breathing. Her hands kept pumping as her tongue flicked faster, until she stopped. She looked up, watching his surprised face with a devilish smile. \n\nThen she kissed the tip and opened her mouth, pushing as much of his hard, thick flesh to the back of her mouth. She held it still, pushed a little further, and moved her head back. He moaned. She pushed forward again, faster this time, helping with her hands. She loved the feeling of his cock sliding past her lips, faster and faster. \n\nHis legs started to twitch. It wasn’t going to take him much longer. Behind her, she heard someone else enter the room. For a brief second, she thought about stopping but then went a little faster. This was college. People were going to see a blowjob every now and then, and this guy was almost finished. It would be unfair to leave him hanging. She pumped a little faster, pushed him in, and felt his balls twitch. \n\nA gush of cum sprayed the inside of her mouth. She took his cock out of her mouth and jerked a little, catching the last of his cum on her lips. A smile ran across her face, a sense of pride. This must have gone better than he had wished for, and she didn’t mind waking up like this, either. She tasted his cum and swallowed. \n\nJust as she was about to get up, she heard the other person in the room come closer. “Excuse me,” he said. \nShe looked back. The person who’d been watching them was a guy, and he had clearly enjoyed the show. His cock stood straight up, held tightly by his hand. \n“Hi,” she said, licking the last of the first guy’s cum off her lips. \n“I just wanted to tell you that I thought that was amazing,” the second guy said. Before Sara could thank him for the compliment, he added, “Could I cum in your mouth, too, please?” \n\nSara looked back at the first guy, out of some sort of loyalty, she guessed. He just shrugged and rubbed his armpits. She looked at the other guy’s cock and smiled. “Go ahead,” she said. She opened her mouth wide and looked up. He stepped closer, jerked faster and closer his eyes. His cock was aimed at her mouth, and within seconds, the first rope of cum shot across her lips. She gasped in surprise and then folded her lips around him to catch the rest, feeling every drop hit her tongue. \n\nShe released him and he walked off. The first guy had already left. Sara stood up. Whatever was happening, it was a crazy morning. She liked giving blowjobs well enough, but she was never one to go from stranger to stranger, the taste of their cocks and cum still lingering in her mouth. Not a bad way to wake up at all, she figured. \n\nA quick glance at the clock above her bed was enough to shake her out of her haze. She only had five minutes left to make it to class, and although she hated heading out without doing all her makeup, today she’d have to suffer for her spectacular morning. \n\nOn her way to class, Sara noticed she wasn’t the only one having quite the morning. Everywhere on campus, couples were tucked away in corners. She saw bobbing heads from girls on their knees, guys with bulges all around and one girl walking her way with mud on her knees wiping a small drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. \n\nClass was no different. She watched a guy jerk off in the front row, whisper something to the girl a few seats over and watched how the girl bent down to suck off the guy. The professor didn’t flinch. College was wild, but this was a whole new level. Something was happening, but she couldn’t quite tell just what it was. \n\nWhen the class wrapped up, Sara packed up her books and walked out. On her way through the doors, someone touched her arm. She looked back, wondering if she’d had left something. A young guy watched her. He couldn’t have been older than 19. \n“I’m terribly sorry, miss, but could you help me out?” \n“Sure, what’s up?” \n\n“I’ve never had a blowjob.” \n\n\nShe looked at him. It was surreal to hear the statement. In any other situation, she would have run. But he looked so unthreatening, so nice. And besides that, there was something in the air today, and she had already sucked off two perfect strangers. \n“I can help you out,” she said. \n\nShe took his hand and guided him through the halls. His hand was slightly sweaty. They walked through another hall and she tried a utility closet door. It opened. Stacks of cleaning supplies lined the walls. She kicked a bucket to the side and closed the door. \n“What’s your name?” she asked. \n“Josh,” he answered shyly. \n“Well, Josh, I’m honored to welcome you to the real college life.” \n\nWith that, she got down on her knees. Josh watched her with wide eyes. She cupped his bulge with one hand and starting fumbling with his pants with the other. He moaned at her touch. She lowered his pants and got a hold of his cock. It wasn’t the impressive size of the two this morning, but with three cocks in one day, Sara felt she couldn’t complain. \n\nShe held his cock a little tighter. His balls twitched immediately, his cock whimpered in her hand and his cum sprayed all over the little closet, leaving a perfect rope on her cheek. Without hesitation, she folded her lips over his tip and caught the last few drops while Josh moaned. \n\nAfter sucking him clean, she got up. \n“I’m so sorry… Thank you…” he stumbled. \nWith one finger, she swept up the cum on her cheek. \n“You’re welcome, Josh.” \nShe looked at him, stuck her wet finger in her mouth and opened the door. \n\nThe rest of the day wasn’t much different. She studied in the library. Twice, she was interrupted by someone close to cumming. Twice, she decided to help them out. Nobody cared, and she was sure she saw other couples do the same. Something was definitely up, she realized when she packed up her bag to go back to her dorm. \n\nWhen she got to her room, someone was jacking off on her bed. She was tired and confused, but figured the fastest way to get her bed free was to help him out. It was her sixth cock that day, and the first she could take all the way into her mouth. The guy must have been impressed, too, because that was the moment he unloaded deep inside her throat. \n\nShe took off her clothes and laid down. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she expected to wake up again that morning. In her own room, with her normal shower and no cocks anywhere. But maybe when she’d see Josh, she’d give him a little gift again. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A genie that interprets wishes as sexually as possible.
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"content": "(Contains transformation)\n***\nMilton entered the bathroom stall at the Reno-Tahoe International Airport with an hour before boarding. He looked for a coat hook to place his bag, only to find a small slot machine attached behind the door. *They try to get you every time*, he thought as he prepared to go about his business. After scrolling through Twitter and Facebook, exhausting all his mobile entertainment, Milton looked at the chrome and plastic gaming machine in front of him. \n\nThe machine was themed with arabesque designs, cartoon men with fez hats running after rolling gold coins in the foreground, an ominous grey genie loomed behind. The handle knob was shaped like an onion-shaped minaret painted deep blue.\n\n*What the hell*, he thought a he fished out a quarter from his pants still at his ankles and pulled the handle. The spools began to spin and one by one, locked in place: Genie - Genie - Genie. A tinny sound of a gong rang out and Milton stared at the payout cup, waiting for his prize. But instead of coins dropping, a tiny blue-skinned woman slid down and held onto the lip of the cup as if it were a railing on a balcony. Milton leaned forward to get a closer look at this Lilliputian woman, forgetting that he was naked from the waist down. \n\n\"Greetings, great one,\" she said with a smile. \"I am Harisa, and I am a *djinn*. I may grant you one wish for your extraordinary effort on this day. What would you like, o *Wahid*?\"\n\nMilton sat back and thought about his luck. This was the only thing that had gone his way the whole weekend. He had gambled too much, and Gale, his girlfriend, left him for a high roller from Burbank, California. He didn't even know if he wanted to go back to their apartment, with so much of her things there. He didn't want to be alone.\n\n\"Harisa, if what you say is true-\"\n\n\"It is.\"\n\n\"And you can grant wishes...\"\n\n\"I can grant you one,\" she clarified. \n\n\"Then I don't want come home alone.\"\n\n\"*What is your wish*,\" she asked in an unnatural tone.\n\n\"I wish to come home with a kitty.\"\n\n\"Done!\" she exclaimed then vanished with a puff of smoke. The surprise pushed Milton back down on the toilet seat and he recovered, looking a little dazed. He looked around the stall, looked under the other stalls, and in the machine but could find no trace of the tiny figure. He heard footsteps enter the bathroom so he finished his business and waited for his flight at the gate.\n\nMilton drove home from the airport and trundled up to his apartment. The apartment was as they had left it, meaning Gale hadn't been home yet. He thought about the Reno bathroom then knelt in the hallway.\n\n\"Here kitty kitty kitty,\" he said, making kissing noises. Nothing stirred in the apartment. Milton chuckled to himself and sat in the living room. The narrow seats on the plane fatigued him, so Milton went to the bathroom to take a shower. He told himself he'd never book a middle seat again if he could avoid it, his butt hurt and his taint itched like crazy, as if he had eaten a dozen spicy chicken wings and downed it with chili. He took off his clothes and turned on the shower. Milton stepped into the warm steamy tub and started to give himself an invigorating rinse, from the top of his scalp to his toes.\n\nThe water streamed down his back and over his butt, some rivulets falling into his crack. He felt a totally new sensation when the itchy part of his groin changed to tingles and tickles. He grabbed his bath soap, lathered his hands and began to clean his cock and balls before reaching further...\n\nMilton let out a scream before jumping out of the shower, still soapy. He ripped a towel from the wall and careless dried off and scanned the cabinets until he found Gale's make up mirror. He placed it on the bath mat, magnified side-up and then got on his knees. Milton slowly crawled over the mirror until he could see everything under him. He used his hands to confirm what his eyes were seeing. Just behind the base of his scrotum, a hood of flesh had grown. Underneath it, long folds of skin ran the length of his perineum, almost to his asshole. \n\n*I wish to come home to a kitty*, popped into his mind just before he fell over and fainted.\n\n***\nShort and weird. Comments and criticism are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An Android tries its best to make you love them back, using your browser history as a reference.
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"content": "*Contains NB droid lovin'*\n***\n\nDave had a hard time opening his eyes as the harsh morning light filtered through his window shade. He rubbed the crust out of his tear ducts with the backs of his knuckles and stretched out his limbs under the bedsheet. He felt the post-slumber tension in his muscles release, save for one place. Dave skipped a hand under the waistband of his boxers and felt his hard cock tingle from his touch.\n\n\"Aw, dip, Rho!\" he uttered. His Sensodyne Heavy Industries service android chirped from their docking station in the corner. \"I need help getting it off bed.\"\n\nRho was a diminutive model, the SHI Switch. They were built like a ballet dancer: slender and sinewy. The android was dressed in special smart fabric that could change color, shrink, and expand based on Rho's needs. As they rose from their crouching position, the sunlight picked up bluish highlights in their jet black hair. Rho tucked the loose strands behind their ears, revealing more of the soft features of their face. Rho walked to the bedside and sat down.\n\n\"I can see you're still tense. would you like a rubdown?\" they asked, running their hand over the bulge under the sheet. Dave pulled the bedsheet aside, giving Rho access to his aching member. They slid a hand along Dave's inner thigh, up his shorts and cupped his balls. Dave groaned and reached behind his head, gripping the rails of his headboard.\n\nRho observed his response and recalled a similar scene in his browser history. Using their other hand, Rho reached into the side dresser and retrieved a pair of dress socks and tied his wrists to the posts.\n\n\"Rho, what's going on?\" he asked between heavy breaths. Rho stood up and watched him fidget. His bare chest rose and fell as his heart beat picked up.\n\nRho stood up. Their white draped clothes morphed into a tight fitting black corset. The bodice hugged their narrow frame with red straps crisscrossing over their spine. Dave looked down at Rho's bare and smooth crotch with excitement.\n\n\"You saw it, from last night?\" he asked. \n\nRho nodded and kneeled on the bed at his feet. \"I took the liberty of examining the related content. I hope my performance is to your satisfaction.\"\n\nDave spread his legs, letting Rho inch closer to his dick. They lifted Dave's butt so it rested between their lap. He watched as they pulled his cock against their smooth tender mound. Rho let some of their lube drip out from their fingers and caressed Dave's dick from head to base, while they grinded their mound into his glans. The sensitive underside of his head felt a warm lump grow within Rho's body, until it became a slender phallus, rigid but with a gentle curve. Rho gripped his cock with their own and began stroking both dicks with one hand.\n\nDave's cock let out a little pre-cum as Rho pumped them with slow, firm pressure. His gaze alternated between their shafts, sliding around in Rho's hand and their placid face with their green eyes seeing back at him. Rho shifted a little in order to hold their cocks together and reach for a kiss. They detoured to his chest, giving each of his nipples a bite. The sharp tingles sent shocks over his skin. He gasped at the feeling but couldn't get out more than that before Rho came back and filled his mouth with their tongue. \n\n\"Is this what you want, Dave?\" They whispered. \"I love the feeling of cock against cock, don't you? Do you like being a fuck toy for your fuck toy?\"\n\nDave could only nod with his eyes closed, words inescapable while Rho stroked him harder and faster. Suddenly, they let go and straddled him higher above his waist. They rested their arms around his neck,b pulling close to his face.\n\n\"Did you see the second part?\" Dave asked between pants. \n\nRho smiled and said, \"watch.\" They leaned back tapped the cloth that covered their small breasts. The corset began to push out as their tits expanded until they grew to size DD, overflowing at the tops and creating deep cleavage. They reached behind to untie the corset, letting their breasts fall over his face. Rho leaned in again to let Dave's face smash into their full busom. Like a cat, Rho slid over his prone body. Dave relished every touch of their tender flesh over his, their feet still playing with his cock. Rho pushed themself back until Dave's cock was at their back entrance. They dabbed more lube over his head, then leaned back to let his dick press into their ass.\n\n\"Oh, fuck yes!\" Rho exclaimed. They had observed what reactions the pornstars made during anal sex, and they tried to imitate the tone and inflection. Rho pumped their phallus a little more to exhibit more lust. \n\nThey started to slowly ride Dave's rigid cock until their ass reached his base. Rho was kneeling, feet tucked inside Dave's thighs and knees outside his lap. From this position, they rode his cock and controlled how much he could thrust into them. Rho slid up letting the head of his cock almost pop out before plunging back down, letting their calibrated sphincter muscles grip his head in waves of pleasure.\n\nDave was going insane as Rho teased his cock over and over. He strained against the bindings but could not take over the pace or intensity. Of course, that was the fantasy he looked for last night. Now he was beholden to Rho who quickly learned how to take pleasure in torturing him.\n\n\"Aw dip, Rho,\" he said, to get her in command mode.\n\n\"Yes, Dave,\" they replied, frozen in mid stroke.\n\n\"I can't take it anymore. I need to cum in your ass right now,\" he demanded.\n\n\"With pleasure,\" Rho answered, sinking back down and taking all of his cock. Riding was no longer necessary. They initiated the internal muscles in their pleasure center, running hot tendrils and rings over his cock. Dave felt his dick was churning and tingling inside while Rho's serene exterior massaged his chest and abs. \n\nDave couldn't hold back and grunted as he shot load after load into Rho's hot ass. He couldn't control his legs as he shuddered and bucked. They eased themself off his throbbing cock and expunged his cum out over it. Rho arose and untied Dave's wrists before walking to the bathroom to get towels. They had recorded the entire session and thinking to themself, scheduled time to analyze every aspect in private.\n\n***\nComments and criticism are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Noncon] A creature from beyond infiltrates a town, slowly brainwashing the inhabitants. The resulting sleepwalkers are prone to sudden sexual acts, and at night they roam the town in search of those still awake, subjecting them to sexual torture until the entity can take them itself.
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"content": "\\[warning: Fdom, unfinished, takes some liberties with the prompt\\]\n\n​\n\n\"Lock your doors, lock your windows, stay inside, turn off your lights.\"\n\n​\n\n\"If you stocked up on zombie survival gear, now would be the time to use it.\"\n\n​\n\n\"Don't go for the crotch.\"\n\n​\n\nA myriad of advice and rumors had sprouted in a matter of days. There was already an evacuation plan for when the winter ended, but getting out of Kodiak Alaska wasn't an easy thing to do. For now, those who were left needed to stock up and stay safe in their house at night, and do what they could to help each other outside during the day.\n\n​\n\nThe sleepwalkers only came out at night, for obvious reasons. Enough people lived alone that nobody knew who was infected or not. When you're awake, you have no way to know if you're infected. When you're asleep, it gets control of everything. Your brain, your memories, your body and your genitals were all at the mercy of it. It's like being an alien sleeper agent. You couldn't lock yourself in bed, because it knew what to do to get out. Those who didn't fall asleep at sunset were subjected to a sleepless night full of indeterminate vibrations, noises and smells. Many people had already shifted their sleeping schedule to a nocturnal one, like Harvey.\n\n​\n\nHarvey had had fairly decent luck up to this point, living in a remote home on the ocean, a few miles from Kodiak's main city area. He slept during the day, then sat in his house eating canned beans, boarding up the doors and sharpening his fish knives at night, trying not to think about the dozen or so people who knew where he lived. Trying not to think about his inferior strength, speed or lack of escape routes.\n\n​\n\nTonight things go wrong.\n\n​\n\nIt's 4:00 AM, almost time to go to bed. Harvey sits, reading a strategically chosen book heavy enough to be used as a bludgeoning weapon. His light flickers and goes out, the bulb dying for the fourth time this month. He makes a mental note to get a new reading lamp that doesn't destroy light bulbs as he gets up and walks to the medicine cabinet. He opens the cabinet to grab a new one only to remember that he recently ran out, and the last time he had to change this *goddamn* bulb he had to use one of the functional bulbs that was in his kitchen lamp. Shutting the mirrored cabinet, his heart stops and his legs go numb. A shadowy silhouette passes a window in the reflection, nearly obscured by boards set on said windows. He very slowly, very quietly, tiptoes to the side, attempting to hide in his darkened shower. He didn't dare shut the door, for fear of the noise it would make. He didn't dare turn on the light, either.\n\n​\n\n\"Please go away... nobody's home... go away please. Please?\" he mouths to himself, lowering into a seated fetal position in the shower out of terror. He'd heard the screams and ...other noises during the night, and knows he would something horrible will happen to him if he's caught.\n\n​\n\n\"oooohhhh Haarrrveyyyy...?\" a voice from the outside sings, clearly trying to play with it's prey before devouring it. Harvey feels his stomach turn along with his name, nearly dumping it's contents in the dark shower floor.\n\n​\n\nA very loud \"BOOM\" followed by a \"CRUNCH\" erupts from the living room, presumably being the door being kicked open, then it's shattered remains landing on the opposite side of the house. Harvey, very poorly, tries to line up his terrified yelp behind the loud noise, followed by clapping his mouth shut. Instead, it turns into a series of quick, equally-spaced noises:\n\n​\n\n\"BOOM, CRUNCH, 'yeep!', clap, 'Hmm?'\"\n\n​\n\nThe feminine, but booming alto voice, turns and peers toward the bathroom. Harvey couldn't see her, but he could feel her. She's huge, slowly coming for him, and beaming with satisfaction from finding him. Her bare footsteps against the wooden floor is like a countdown in Harvey's head, counting down to his certain and inevitable death. He couldn't move, lying in the dark with his hand on his mouth against his bath mat. His eyes widened as she turned the corner, into his bathroom.\n\n​\n\n3...2...1...\n\n​\n\nShe is, indeed, huge. Nearly hitting her head on the door frame, he's pretty sure her forehead would have just plowed through the wooden frame anyway. Standing at what is *clearly* taller than 6½ feet, her muscles are only just visible from reflections off her supermodel-esque silhouette. Her pecs, biceps, thighs and six-pack all culminate into one curvy, toned giantess of doom. She didn't have horns, but Harvey saw horns on her anyway. Her long, black hair almost covers her bare breasts, leaving everything from the waist down completely exposed. Her face is only just visible by the light from a streetlamp on the road, through the window of the kitchen. The demonic purple in her eyes was really what made Harvey snap, wanting to simultaneously scream, run away, dig through the floor, jump through the roof, and die of shock on the spot. None of that happened. He just makes a pathetic \"mmph\" noise and uses all his willpower to scoot back into the corner.\n\n​\n\n\"Well hello there, honey...\" She growls, a smile creeping across her face. She stops and stands triumphant over her snack, thinking about what she wants to do to break him first. She doesn't want to ruin all the fun all at once...\n\n​\n\nSitting in the corner, Harvey is barely up to her kneecap, her massive silhouetted thighs taking eye-level. It wasn't pitch black in the shower, but it was close. She shifts back and fourth, watching his eyes try to focus on something. She finally lets out a huge laugh, realizing that just by standing here she was going to make him pass out. She transforms her shift into a huge, seductive sway to her right, letting her breasts, ass and thigh all jiggle freely. Swinging back to the left, she lets her butt slam against the wall of the shower, shaking the house and knocking off a tile. Harvey, his head resting against the shower corner, is knocked forward as a result, snapping him out of his shock-induced trance.\n\n​\n\nHarvey scrambles to get up in what little space he's left with, eventually succeeding and trying to get around her. It's too good to be true when he's around and almost out the door, as her powerful arm grabs the back of his shirt, effortlessly grinding him to a halt. He's left dangling by the neck of his shirt, having nearly broken free from the demoness intruder.\n\n​\n\n\"Where do you think you're going?\" What, to Harvey is up in the air, is eye level to her, as she whispers inches from his ear. The voice breaks through his whole head, leaving chills in every part of his body. It seems to vibrate his very soul.\n\n​\n\nShe grabs the back of his neck with her other hand, letting him hang in a position so close to choking that he instinctively grasps at her fingers to breath. Even something as insignificant as her fingers seem more powerful than him, nimble but powerful. She hoists him a little higher, laughing uncontrollably at his desperate grasps. The laughs echos throughout the house, loud enough to keep him from slipping into unconsciousness.\n\n​\n\n\"Oh, Harvey, you're so cute when you struggle!\" She teases, almost as if she wasn't a hulking gladiator of a woman. She stands there, letting him grab at her fingers and hoist himself up for air. Admiring him from the back, she lets him fail and slowly fall unconscious.\n\n​\n\n...\n\n​"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A college aged person gets paid to keep someone's partner company for the day.
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"content": "# Having Some Company [MM][Blowjob]\n\n\"It's just one day and besides, they let me turn down anything I don't want to do, I don't have to do housework, and the money's really good. You already know I'm bisexual, so I like being around gay dudes.\", I said as I explained to my roommate why I was going to some man's house to spend the day.\n\n\"Besides, I haven't been getting much freelance work lately and I've already spent my money from my camp counselor job on the semester's rent, tuition, and textbooks. Just get my mail for me and don't call me while I'm at work.\"\n\nIt had been a pretty difficult few months with the savings I had and I welcomed any opportunity to earn cash. I had been really lucky to see a poster seeking a young college male to keep them company.\n\nI had been even luckier that Kenny met me in person in a coffee shop and felt I would be suitable to keep his husband company.\n\nHe had said, \"Although I'm usually able to stay at home with Brad, I need to go away on business for the day and I'm afraid he's going to be lonely. You see, Brad has dependent personality disorder and he always needs someone around him, plus with his high emotional need for intimacy, I need you to just keep him company for a day. I just can't take him to this developer's conference, so please don't worry about being intimate when keeping it happy.\"\n\nI shrugged it off and asked how much he was willing to pay.\n\nAfter agreeing on $2000 to just keep his husband company and acknowledging I'd be paid half when I showed up at 8 AM and half at the end of the day, we parted ways.\n\n​\n\nI didn't mind keeping someone company for a day and so, here I was, explaining to my roommate Tom why I was going to go over to a stranger's place.\n\n\"Alright man. If we get pizza or something, we'll leave you a slice.\", Tom said as he sipped his soda and went back to watching Netflix.\n\n\\------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nMy heart pounded as I showed up at the house at exactly 8 and rang the bell. Kenny thanked me for arriving, paid me $1000, and introduced me to his husband.\n\n\"Alright, love, I've gotta go to the developer's conference so Layton here's going to make sure you're satisfied while I'm gone.\"\n\nWith that, Kenny kissed Brad on the lips, grabbed his messenger bag, and left us alone on the couch in silence.\n\n\"Hey, so Brad, what do I do to keep you company?\"\n\n\"I guess we could just talk for now.\", Brad said as he lounged quietly on the sofa.\n\n\"So, cool. What does Kenny usually do when he's at home?\"\n\n\"I...already miss his touch.\"\n\nAt that point, I saw him slowly tearing up and I had nothing to do but to pull him into a hug.\n\n\"It's okay, I'm here for you.\"\n\nMy heart pounded as I felt his warm, shaking body in my arms. Some part of me felt like I wanted him even more, with his desperate plea for touch.\n\nAs he cried in my arms, his arms around me, I felt like I wanted nothing more than to make him feel better.\n\n\"Look, Kenny really cares about you, even though he's really busy working right now. I mean, that's why he got me to stay with you for today.\", I gently said to him as I hugged his quivering body.\n\n\"But like, some part of me just worries about him and what if he doesn't make it back?\"\n\n\"Shhh\", I whispered as I put my finger on his mouth. \"I just want you to breathe. Maybe you'll calm down.\"\n\n\"I mean, I...I already miss his kiss and like-\"\n\n\"Do you want me to kiss you instead?\", I said softly in his ear.\n\nBrad shook and he said, \"Sure, but I don't think you'll be as great as-\"\n\nI cut him off with a kiss, as my hands wrapped around his slender body. I had gotten tired of hearing him cry and I wanted to make him feel better.\n\nMy face felt hot as my cock hardened, brushing his crotch, while my tongue gently pushed his tongue a little. My fingers ran through his blonde hair as his whimpering tears slowly became sensual moans in my mouth.\n\nAs his hands ran down my muscular body, I began to feel under his shirt. His skin was as perfectly smooth as I expected and I soon began to pull off his shirt.\n\nHe pulled off my shirt, revealing my washboard abs and we felt our bodies on top of each other as our bulging cocks brushed up against each other.\n\n\"I want to make you feel better. Is it all right if I stroke you?\", I said in his ear.\n\nBrad looked me in my eyes and nodded before I unzipped his pants and I began stroking him. As my hand went up and down his shaft, I made out with him and soon, his hands went from feeling my body to pulling down my pants and stroking me.\n\nWe made out, on top of each other, our fingers feeling the oozing pre-cum from the tips of our glans. His grip and slow, steady stroking sent shivers of ecstasy down my spine while his moans told me that I was giving him the same.\n\n\"You don't mind if I take you in my mouth, right?\", I moaned to him.\n\n\"I...I want to take you in my mouth too.\", he whispered back.\n\nOur bodies laid on the couch, my cock in his mouth and his in mine. I moaned as my tongue swirled around his tip as I felt his tongue lap at my balls.\n\nI breathed harder as I sucked while his mouth went up and down on my shaft, slick with saliva. I felt the slick texture of his pre-cum in my mouth as my tongue rolled around his tip. I felt him tense up and he pulled his mouth off my cock as he said, \"I-I'm cumming.\"\n\nAt the sound of his voice, I took him deeper, gulping down the hot, slightly sweet liquid while the insides of my mouth painted white.\n\nIt wasn't long before his mouth returned to servicing me and within 3 minutes, I breathed heavily as I felt my balls tense up. I moaned I was cumming as he greedily drank from my crotch.\n\nI crawled back up to his face and I asked him if he wanted to make out with me.\n\nWith a quiet nod, I cupped his cute face as our tongues, sticky with our fluids, tasted the cum in each others' mouths. I loved the way my salty cum mixed with the sweet taste of his cum in my mouth and everything about the moment felt right.\n\n​\n\nWe cuddled together and sucked each other off for the next few hours before I made him lunch. We sat cozily together, watching Netflix as Kenny finally got back.\n\n​\n\n\"Oh wow, I was almost worried that Brad would be too anxious without me. Seems you've done a great job! Here's an extra $100 for taking such good care of him.\", Kenny said as he paid me.\n\n​\n\n\"Yeah, thanks. Maybe I'll see you again someday, Brad.\", I said as I waved and I left for my apartment. Brad was definitely not going to feel too lonely without Kenny again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] You just recently started work as a porn star. Making great money and having lots of fun. Imagine your shock when you are called to a set one say and you are starring opposite, your own mother.
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"content": "When I was 18 my father finally told me who my mother was breaking the promise he made to himself when she left him with me when I was only a baby. I found her facebook but never mustered the courage to approach her and reveal myself. From everything my father told me about her I never wanted to meet her. That changed when I went in to work today to film a run-of-the-mill mature woman scene. Filming had already begun with my soon to be co-star's solo bit at the beginning of the porno because I got caught up in traffic. I walked into the house to my mother fingering her own pussy on the couch. The recognition froze me instantly. My mom became a pornstar? She didn't pay attention to me as I came in, focusing on getting the shot. This is the woman that left my growing up without a mother, left my father to raise me without any support. She walked out of our lives and here the whore sits with her legs spread for the camera waiting to get fucked by ME. \n\nShe's bound to have googled me through the years, keeping tabs on the son she abandoned. She'll recognize me once she looks over and they'll have to cancel the scene. At first I was staring at her face but my eyes have started to wonder. I saw her hand groping her own breasts, as the director poured oil over her body from above the frame of the shot. I saw her body writhe around as she spread it over herself and onto her pussy and I found myself getting hard. Fuck. The moment I realized that once she looks over and sees me she's gonna see her son ogling her and I would have no excuse she looked at me and... nothing. No hint of recognition beyond a sultry look she'd give any co-star she's going to have inside her in minutes. \n\nThat bitch, she never gave enough of a fuck to google her son ONCE in the 22 years she's abandoned him. She never looked back. Even though she never made contact with us I imagined she felt remorse once and a while but she never was curious enough to see what happened. Despite my anger I still couldn't take my eyes off her as she sucked her fingers that were just inside of her while pushing a dildo into herself. I was still hard\n\n\"How would you like to try the real thing?\" The cameraman asked my mom, the pornstar as the director motioned me to come over. I just stood there, this was my cue. I felt myself not moving. I looked at the director who looked impatient and then at my mother.\n\n\"I'd love to, let me get a taste\" she said while looking right at me. That was enough to get me walking over. Fuck it, she doesn't know who I am. I'm going to fuck this bitch that ran out on us. Hard. The scene doesn't call for anything too rough but fuck it. She's in for a surprise. I walked over and pulled my cock out and the slut reached out and held me. I put my fingers into her throat and made her gag on them before I grabbed her hair and brought her down on my dick. She swallowed all of me. I pulled her head back and brought it down again, and again and again. I pushed her onto her back and started facefucking and groped her tits. The whore did her job and went along with it. The director encouraged me, seems he's down for improv. I couldn't believe how good my mom was at taking dick in her mouth. How many men have fucked her face? The thought that she has no idea that her son is ramming into her throat right now is almost enough to send me over right now. I decide to stop and start fucking her. \n\nI brought my cock to her entrance and rubbed around it. \"Oh god, fuck me.\" My mom just begged her son to fuck her, I'm more than happy to oblige. She was so wet from the oil I slid all the way in, despite that though I could tell she still had trouble taking all of my in right away. I did not let this slow me down. My mother is my slut for the next hour and she has no fucking clue.\n\n\n\nPart 1. Never done this before and I'll write a part 2 if any interest comes up"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] The Princess and the Pirate
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"content": " \n\nA fire rages throughout the port town of John’s creek, honest folk flee any which way they can. The small garrison stationed there was caught flat footed by the lightning strike of the attackers. These attackers though they might seem an unorganized mob were anything but! They moved methodically and with purpose striping every house of anything not nailed down. On the beach growing piles of wealth are loaded on a small fleet of row boats and then taken out to the three ships anchored just off shore with empty hulls eager to be filled.\n\nFar from all this, in a mansion overlooking the town, a terrified man is hastily showing various documents from a desk drawer into a quickly filling suitcase. He is an older fellow, who in any other circumstance would probably be the symbol of professionalism and gentlemanly behaviour, had now been reduced to something resembling a scared lemming. \n\nThings were not meant to end up this way, he thought to himself, the navy was supposed to have destroyed her and her fleet a week ago, how could they have let her slip away, and how could they have let her come here. \n\nThere was a knock, the man stops and stares at the door, a few seconds later there is another knock, the man’s heart is beating a mile a minute, time appears to slow, and then the door explodes inwards as a large figure comes barrelling into the room. The figure, a large dark-skinned man, steps to the side and stands at attention as his captain walks into the room. Captain Hella Knorr is a woman of average height, tanned skin, a gun at one side, a sword on the other and a malicious grin on her face.\n\n“Long time no see John” she said casually, walking into the room.\n\nSir Johnathan Richmond attempted a smile and said “Captain how good to see- “\n\n“Shut up” the captain interrupted “we had a deal” she moved closer “we give you part of the loot and in return you keep the navy of our back” there was venom in her voice.\n\n“I have no idea- “\n\n“SHUT UP” she slammed her fist on the desk, making John jump, she then snapped her fingers and a pair of pirates came into the room with a struggling woman in their arms, the fair-skinned girl wore a white nightgown, and a pair of slippers.\n\nImmediately when John saw her his eyes went wide.\n\n“Listen up, I´ll make a deal- “\n\n“Take me instead” John suddenly spoke up “I ‘am more valuable than her”\n\n“wha- “\n\n“I’m an influential and rich business from an important family, she might be a princess, but you would still get a larger ransom for me than her”\n\nThe captain blinked, thought for a second, then drew her pistol and shot him.\n\n“I told you it wasn’t going to work” the girl in night gown said with an annoyed look on her face.\n\n“Oh, come on, he is willing to make deals with pirates but not sell his companies royal figure head!? You continentals are weird”.\n\nThe two who had held the girl released her.\n\nThe large man beside the door grunted “the plan will still work, we’ll just have to be more careful now that we don’t have an insider”.\n\n“Once the ransom is paid, I’ll find someone else with less scruples than him” the girl, whose name was Elizabeth Tundor, said “or failing that, I’ll take the job myself”.\n\nThe captain walked over, planted a kiss on Elizabeth’s lips and then said “just make sure you stay safe, I would hate if anything happened to you”\n\n“Are you my lover or my mom” Elizabeth replied playfully.\n\nThe captain smiled “no, but I can be your daddy whenever you want” and winked.\n\nThe large man interjected “we should move, someone must have heard that gunshot”.\n\nThe captain smiled “yes, let’s move, I have a virgin to deflower”.\n\nIf they had been listening the entire town, from pirate to soilder to civilian could have heard the unmistakable sound of a slap echoing out from the Richmond estate. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Your partner's cure for hangovers is so effective it not only wipes out the cobwebs in your mind, it also fills your body with milky sweet confidence.
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"content": "Belle hummed a Christmas tune under her breath as she made the hot cocoa. Last night her and a few friends threw a going away/early New Years party for a friend that was going back to school early due to weather concerns. Like usual Belle, the appointed stick in the mud ,was the sober one. Responsible for taxi-ing her drunks friends back to their homes.\n\nHer wife Trish groaned loudly from the other room.\n\n\"Perfect timing.\"\n\nShe picked up the cocoa and a couple of aspirins and carefully carried them to the couples bedroom. Trish had her down, holding the back of her neck. She looks up as she hears Belles footsteps and her face lights up from behind her messy black hair when she sees the cup.\n\n\"Is that what I think it is?\"\n\n\"Mhm. Vanilla cream hot cocoa. You're favorite. \"\n\n\"Ooooo gimme.\"\n\nShe smiled as she handed Trish the mug. She took it and took a few cautious sips before taking the aspirin. Belle lays into bed next to her. \n\n\"Mmmm this is so good!\"\n\n\"I know how it hits the spot.\"\n\n\"I never drinking again.\"\n\n\"You've said that so many times over the years. \"\n\n\"I know...the rooms not spinning as much as usual. \"\n\n\"That's a shame. I don't have an excuse to hold your hand.\"\n\nTrish reaches her hand out, taking a long sip of the cocoa and Belle takes it in hers. \n\n\"I have the perfect wife.\"\n\nTrish sings happily as she puts the mug on the nightstand. Her stomach still felt terrible but she was pretty she was done vomiting. She smiled and stretched. Belles hand had slowly pulled away from hers and slid down her body.\n\n\"On the contrary I have a perfect wife. Sexy, fun, hot, smart, gorgeous.\"\n\n\"Mmmm...\"\n\nBelle knew wasn't she paying too close attention, probably cause belles fingers were gently rubbing Trish through her pajama pants. \n\n\"Morning sex is the perfect cure for a hangover. \"\n\nTrish smiled and closed her eyes as Belle worked her hand down her pajama pants. \n\n\"Only because it's with you Belle.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Come and Get Your Present
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"content": "Mark sighed as he pulled into the driveway. He had to work that Christmas Eve but his wife, Jill, promised a present and that seemed to keep him awake through his shift as he ran through the possibilities. \n\nHe smiled before getting out of the car, the snow falling lightly. He walked to his front door and before he could unlock, Jill opened it. She treated him in her underwear with a Santa hat atop her flowing red hair.\n\nHe opened his mouth to speak but she put her finger over his lips gently and beckoned him to follow her into the house. The lights were, Christmas songs were playing softly in the background. \n\n\"Close your eyes.\"\n\nHe closed his eyes with a smile and heard rustling. \n\n\"Ok open them and unwrap your present.\"\n\nHe slowly opened his eyes and she now wore a big red bow around her waist, smiling, her cheeks red with blush. \n\n\"It's been a while since it's just been us...\"\n\n\"It has...\"\n\nHe gently undid the ribbon and slowly straddled him. \n\n\"You must be so cold. \"\n\nShe gently pulled off his sweatshirt. He hugged her waist with one arm and she leaned down into a kiss. Before long everything left on the two was on the floor as was Jill and Mark.\n\nMark laid next to her, slowly fucking her as he kissed her neck and made out with her. His hands traveled up and down her body, occasionally going lower to squeeze her ass. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: /[RF] As the World of Pop Music Becomes Increasing;y Over Sexualised Some Artists Start to Take Things Further and Further.
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"content": "\"This is fucking epic\", I tried to shout, but my friend Matt didn't hear me. The crowd was deafening, not to mention we were pretty close to the next speaker. But I didn't care - we were five meters from the stage on which Blackpink were performing their sexiest routine yet, I was in heaven. Around me, Matt, his girlfriend Sara, my little sister Hannah and her friend Mia were clearly enjoying the event as much as I did.\n\nEverything was so loud that it was sometimes hard to keep track of where in the song they were exactly, but not this part - this was the part everyone was waiting for. The last few notes of the second verse were played, and the infamous, familiar drop shook the concert hall. Barely more then ten meters in front of me, under the lustful eyes of thousands of fans, the four girls stood in a line, waving their hips to the beat, grabbed their tops and slowly lifted them up, gyrating their upper bodies as they slowly revealed their bras. They were color-coded like the rest of their outfits - Rosé was wearing a deep blue lace bra, Jennie a red balconette, Jisoo's bra was grey-ish silver and Lisa was wearing a bright yellow one.\n\nI was rock-hard already, and most likely so was every other male in the hall. It's not like seeing a girl in a bra is particularly exciting in the 21st century, but there was something so ridiculously sexy about seeing these girls do it, just like it was with every group. It was a short-lived excitement of course, whenever a new group started doing it, it was thrilling and lewd until people were used to it and they had to up their game. Laysha were doing gangbangs with fans, EXID released adult versions of their music videos with real, penetrative sex acts, Red Velvet frequently had sex with each other on stage, AOA were doing gravure shoots, TWICE on the other hand had only just started including some lingerie in their live performances - but every step along the way was awesome.\n\nThe girls on the stage had just ripped off their tops and were now turning around, bending forward and showing their cute butts to the audience. After some wiggling, they slowly slid down their schoolgirl skirts to reveal their panties, Rosé sporting a blue thong under her large-mesh fishnet pantyhose, Lisa a yellow cheeky, Jisoo silver boyshorts and Jennie, of course, red tangas over her garters that were holding up her stockings. The crowd was close to exploding.\n\nThe girls turned by 90 degrees so that their shapely bodies could now be admired in side-view and Rosé and Jisoo as well as Jennie and Lisa were facing each other respectively. As Rosé and Jennie were singing the next few lines of the song, their partners were on their knees in front of them, kissing their stomachs, giving the audience their best bedroom eyes in the process. Everyone knew exactly what to look out for, but it was always so short - just on the last \"항문\" of the bridge, sung with a moan by Jennie and Rosé, the other two gave them a short lick through the panties, right in the sweet spot. It was pretty much impossible to even see the contact from the audience, but the sheer knowledge that they did it sent everyone over the edge. With a last wink, Jisoo and Lisa got up, and as Lisa's rap began, the other three were quickly going along the front of the stage where hundreds of fans were desperately reaching out their arms - the guys desperate to touch their idols, the girls desperate to be picked as one of the lucky four.\n\nI couldn't believe my own luck as Jennie's hand made contact with mine and she even gave me a seductive wink - at least I imagined it was for me, there was no way to say for sure. But right after that, she stopped when taking my sister's hand and signalled her to climb up the stage. Hannah gave me an ecstatic look, I enthusiastically gave her a slap on the butt and helped her up. Hannah was freshly 18 and a virgin - I had always made sure to keep boys away from her, but I did definitely not mind *this*. In unimaginable arousal, I watched as Lisa ended her rap and all the four girls of Blackpink put on their color-coded strap-ons. Hannah and the three other fans on the stage of course knew the performance exactly - they went down on all fours, facing the audience with rapture on their faces. Two of the others were wearing a skirt like Hannah, the other one was wearing tight leather pants that Lisa quickly pulled down. I watched as the four singers went down on their knees behind the lucky fans - my sister got Jennie - and pulled their panties to the side, then started fucking them right on stage while they were singing the chorus for the last time. I expected to see some pain on Hannah's face, losing her virginity in such a manner, but the pure joy of being fucked by one of her favorite idols seemed to completely drown out everything else. Her low-cut neck gave the audience a great view of her bouncing tits, and as aroused as I was, I didn't care for a moment that I was watching my own sister - I loved it. Rosé's partner, a cute Russian-looking blonde, was really working it, smashing her butt back against the singer, fondling her own boobs and eye-fucking the audience all at the same time, but the other two were just enjoying it like Hannah. With a last big thrust, the group ended their song, retreated from their girls, took off the strap-ons and bathed in both the enthusiastic cheering and the water that was now being sprayed from the sides, turning their lingerie semi-transparent and making their skin glisten.\n\nI was riding the high, barely noticing that Matt and Sara were getting frisky next to me and that Hannah had climbed down from the stage and immediately started to make out with Mia, who also tried to include me in the impromptu threesome. But I couldn't pay attention to the unique opportunity. I had my eyes on Jennie Kim, who was just looking in my direction again, a seductive smile on her lips and a dangerous sparkle in her eyes.\n\nI didn't count out my chances for an 'after-show party' yet.\n\n---\n\n[^(Faces to the names)](https://i.imgur.com/wXiNq9s.png) ^(in case someone needs it.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] My series
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"content": "Part 2:\nAmyla spent most of the last five minutes sensually licking the knights now Orc like cock. The scent of it filled her nostrils as she travelled to the rock hard base, up the equally erect and pulsing shaft to the strong smelling foreskin which peeled back to reveal the deep red head; wet with pre-cum and the Witches saliva. The Knight was feeling every inch of her soft wet tounge lap up his new tool masterfully, but he needed to escape from the chains which kept him imprisoned. In his mind he kept telling himself to not fall under her spell, her apperance being enough to make him want to put his tool to use.\n\nAll those thoughts he had of escape soon became a distant memory once she wrapped her thick lips around his head, bobbing slowly up and down, jerking him off in rhythm with her head lowering down into his shaft. Her thick ass moved gracefully left to right as she loudly sucked on him. His thoughts drifted from ending this evil womans life and quickly changed to escaping to show her what he could really do with a cock this big. Her big brown eyes locked onto his as she went deeper and deeper, moaning and choking. Eventually she stopped gagging on him to take a breath, spitting her saliva out onto his cock, lubing it up for the night ahead. \"You want this don't you? Want my body.\" She teased, kissing his shaft while still pumping him, now wet SHLICK noises erupted from her hands due to the thick layer of saliva encasing his dick. \"Come on. Give into those dark thoughts stud...\" Amyla let go of him and proceeded to mount him like a saddle, guiding his cock to her smooth, dripping wet pussy. Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. \"Ruin me sir knight. I've been a bad witch...\"\n\nShe dropped her body onto his third leg, half of it impaling inside her, she screamed with uncomparable pleasure \"OHHHH FUCK YES!\" she moaned out as she leaned forward and rested her hands on the knighs naked chest, looking into his eyes \"Just what I wanted...so fucking perfect.\" breathlessly she began to rock back and forth, humping the giant cock. To the knight, it was clear that she was well experienced with a dick this size, as she did not feel tight in the slightest, in fact, she felt perfect, her walls wrapped around his shaft and felt like he was being milked...It was only moments later when he felt her thick ass rest on him as the whole length was inside her. She let out another moan and her lips curled into a devilish smile, lowering herself she planted a kiss on the knight, muffling their moans. She tasted like freshly picked apples the knight thought as they kissed. \"You're a good kisser sir knight...\" Amyla whispered as she broke the kiss, the knight feeling a foreign emotion grow inside of him. She leaned back ontop of him and let him see what his cock was doing to her.\n\nThe knight surveyed her, looking at her caress her large breasts and close her eyes, clearling basking in her euphoria. But looking to her stomach he could see the bulge he was causing on her thin figure. he was so far into her he thought. Suddenly those emotions he felt after the kiss started to grow and burning inside of him, he needed to own her right now. He began to scream and pull his arms out toward her. She giggled and began to bounce on him, the bulge dissapearing and reapperaing after every bounce \"Thats it baby. Be rough, just how I fucking like it.\" The next moment was a total blur for the witch. It started with the loud SNAP of the chains which held the knight in place. The next was the feeling of his hands on her hips and getting thrown under him. Then came the roughest fuck she had ever felt in her long life. Somehow the magic must have had some sort of side effect...by giving him the cock of an Orc...could he have possibly obtained their natural strength?\n\nThe knight was ontop of her, his hands on her hips, forceable pushing and pulling her forward and back while he pumped his hips like a piston. the loud clapping filled the room as her moans became more and more high pitch and breathless. \"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!\" she screamed as she came, closing her eyes and her mouth wide open. Without a seconds warning, her outh was filled with the knights fingers, ramming down her throat. She insitinctively began to suck them and cum at the same time. He was relentless, not stopping for her to regain her composure after the bliss of an orgasm. Instead he pulled out of her, cock still rock hard and spewing precum. Forcefully he turned her over on her back, letting her sink her head into the pillows \"Thats enought Stud....\" she moaned breathlessly, trying to stop him from continuing. That did not stop him, quickly the rabid knight pushed his cock into her ass cheeks and pressed his dick into her tightest hole. \"NO!\" she moaned moving her arm to press against his chest to stop him. Turning around she looked at him with a worried look \"Just my pussy baby....I'm not ready for that yet.\" she grinned and bit her lip. The next moment her eyes widened and a loud screech in pain escaped her lips as she started to get fucked anally. She sank her head onto the pillows and groaned as her bootyhole was getting streched by such a thick cock. \"Stop...Stop...No....Don't fucking stop!\" she squealed as she began to enjoy the added pain to the immense pleasure, she began to arch her back and grip the bedsheets hard as she was getting dominated.\n\nIt didn't take too long until she came for a second and third time...the ass fucking was relentless and felt better than the last time someone tried to stick his cock up there. This time she knew she had made the perfect cock in all the land. This man made her be the submissive. \"Cum for me Sir, I want to taste you!\" her tounge was out, mouth open and eyes shut tight. She let him move her into place and roughly stuff his cock into her mouth and down her throat as he unloaded bucket loads of cum into her. Long, loud gulping noises came from her as thick bulges ran down her troat and dissapeared inside of her. She was addicted to cum, the taste, the feeling of it on her face. After what seemed like forever her treat was over, the knight slid his cock out of her and was left inches from her face hanging there, she slowly opened her eyes, under him, seeing it inches from her in all its magnificence. \"Mmmmmmmm.\" she muttered, satisfied beyond belief. \"How about you stay for another night...maybe two.\" she laid back on the bed and smiled \"I can stay in this form for as long as you like master.\"\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Frustrated with her lack of satisfaction during sex with Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger's "bossy" nature takes on an entirely new form.
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"content": "[This is a college version of Harry Potter. Around the time of the fourth book.]\n\nRon’s Schlong hurt Hermoine’s vagina almost as much as her vagina destroyed his penis. She was tight, he was large. And if she was being honest with herself, staring in the mirror of Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, her hair frayed in all directions and a toxic irritation that made things around her pop, she needed to get off. With something that wasn’t so large. \n\n“Harry,” Hermoine garbled through her wand, which had been transmogrified into a wizard cellphone. “Harry Potter.”\n\n“Jello. Who’s British dialing me?”\n\n“It’s Ginny. Where are you?” Although Hermoine still sounded like Hermoine, through the phone she cast a voice modulation charm. \n\n“I am soaking with the golden egg. We’ve been over this. I think I hear singing.”\n\nHermoine looked around the circle of wrought iron sinks and noticed Harry naked and bathing. I forgot he was going to take a bath, Hermoine thought to herself, thinking of an excuse. She said into her wizard cellphone, “I have an erotica fantasy Harry. How about I dress up as Hermoine, and you role play as Ron. I’ve already taken a little bit of the poly juice potion.”\n\n“But I’ve got none.” \n\nHermoine removed her clothes and walked around the stout ironwork, towards the bath. Harry sat in the bath, silent and contemplative. As Hermoine drew closer, she noticed his cheeks were red. Her body shook from the cold air.\n\n“What are you staring at Harry Potter?” Hermoine snapped.\n\n“You’ve even mastered her voice.”\n\nFighting through the roses that pierced her cheeks, with a frail voice that stabbed the air, she replied: “I’m coming in to help you.” The warmth of the water was overly intimate. It took care of the shivers but she was nervous for a different reason. Harry Potter was beside her, taking her hand and guiding her into the water. His soap smooth hand was on her lower back, cupping her butt. Briefly but she noticed.\n\nThey sat where the egg sat. Harry took her legs and moved them over his crotch, and she noticed he was aroused. Then there was a pregnant pause.\n\n“Well,” Hermoine’s voice cracked. “What have you found out?”\n\n“I think I hear singing. But I’m not entirely sure. You need to help me.” Harry motioned to the golden egg on the other side of him. “You need to grab it.”\n\nHesitantly, moving her hair to one side to leave her neck exposed, Hermoine leaned over him and towards the egg, and as she reached for it, Harry Potter ate her ass. “God your ass cheeks taste amazing.” He started by kissing each cheek, massaging with his hands, before submerging his entire face and moving down into her vagina. \n\nHermoine couldn’t tell if she was orgasming or urinating. Harry’s tongue wiggles inside her vagina, his cock didn’t hurt like Ron’s. Every thrust sent echoing shudders up her spine and into her stomach. She could feel her butt cheeks squishing against his stomach, and when he squirted against the walls of her vagina, Hermoine exploded all the windows with her moans. Even Moaning Myrtle complimented her. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After suggesting anal to your new alien girlfriend, she eagerly agrees. However, walking into her room boasting your penis, she turns around to reveal a much larger one.
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"content": "Obviously, maybe not obviously: contains MF (Male-Futa)\n***\nDating someone who was also Frommage was always an experience in re-examining many aspects of what it meant to be human. The Frommage contacted Earth over a century ago but still worked hard to understand human society's written and unwritten laws. It was still rare to see inter-species dating, much less mating. Phil also thought they were damned sexy: tall, thin bodies with slender limbs and long, tentacle-like fingers. The sex was, without hyperbole, out-of-this-world. He was waiting for Leyden at the bistro near his apartment.\n\nLeyden rushed over to his table. \"Sorry I'm late, sweetie,\" she started. \"The charting took longer than I expected and I didn't want to leave it hanging over my weekend head.\"\n\n\"Leave it hanging over my head, you mean,\" he said, correcting her. \"Or, you could say, leave it over the weekend. But I also like *weekend head*,\" he said, laughing.\n\nLeyden laughed with him. \"Yes, yes, fine with the jokes.\" Her cheeks turned dark blue as she blushed. \"Did you order already?\"\n\n\"Yup, the usual,\" he sighed. The aspect of their relationship that took the longest to adapt to was her veganism. Not only did the Frommage abstain from anything made from animals, they required their partners to do the same.\n\nThe portobello mushroom \"steak\" sizzled on the cast iron serving platter, adorned with more mushrooms and a rustic parsnip mash. Leyden placed her napkin on her lap and tucked into her dish.\n\n\"You know what tonight is, Leyden?\"\n\n\"It's the 25th day of the year, coincidentally, the 25th day of the month,\" she replied. \"Also, we have been 'together' for 121 days,\" she said, with squiggly air quotes.\n\n\"It's also a night to try new things, remember? We drew cards last week?\"\n\n\"Ah yes. I drew 'Puppy Shelter volunteering. That was very enjoyable, especially after the dogs stopped biting me.\"\n\n\"Um, yeah, I'm really sorry about that. I guess the Frommage are still foreign to Man's Best Friend.\"\n\n\"I thought your best friend was Mitchell Majors from Chicago.\"\n\n\"It's an old expression. It means dogs. Anyways, do you remember my card, the one I pulled from the deck?\"\n\nLeyden's eyes grew large and dark. \"Yes, yes I **do** remember.\" She threw the napkin over her half-eaten food. \"Do you want it right now?\" she asked, unbuttoning her blouse.\n\n\"No not now!\" Phil clarified. \"Later, at my place.\"\n\n​\n\n\"I'm going to take a shower, okay?\" Phil said as they arrived at the apartment. \"You might want to as well. George already left upstate for the weekend, so you can use his bathroom if you'd like.\"\n\nPhil jumped into the shower with excitement. He thought about all the sexual positions they had already tried, and yet anal was never brought up until last week. He smiled to himself as he scrubbed his body, taking care to clean *every* nook and cranny.\n\nPhil put on his bath robe and entered the bedroom as Leyden approached from the hall. Unlike him, she simply entered in the nude. He stood by the bed, gazing at her seven foot frame. \"My god, Leyden, you're so fucking beautiful.\"\n\nLeyden's body turned a deep indigo and she hid her face behind her tentacles. \"You're not so bad yourself,\" she said with a grin. \"Now, about that card.\"\n\nPhil nodded and untied his robe, letting it fall to the floor. His cock flopped to one side as he turned around to get some lube from the dresser. \"Leyden, I promise, we're going to go nice and slow. We're both are going to love this.\"\n\nHe turned around his finger over the pump handle of the bottle and stared at Leyden, who was caressing a deep blue penis of her own. He shot a squirt of lube, missing his hand, before the bottle hit the floor.\n\n\"Th-that's a dick,\" he managed to say. He couldn't stop staring at her long, smooth phallus, just above the pussy he'd grown to love. \"That's, your cock?\"\n\n\"Who else's would it be?\" she retorted. She walked to him slowly, stroking herself with each step. Phil backed up until he banged into the dresser behind him. \"We promised we'd be gentle, right Phil?\"\n\n\"It's just that, I um, had other ideas.\" Phil's manhood was softening. \"I'm sorry, I'm having a hard time processing this.\"\n\n\"Well, that's understandable. This is the first time I've felt supported enough to show you my cheddar. You've been so wonderful, Phil. I wanted this to be special.\" She recognized the look of fear on his face and paused, then turned around. \"We are not ready.\" She walked to the door before Phil caught her arm.\n\n\"No, please, wait Leyden,\" he pleaded. \"I'm sorry, really really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.\"\n\n\"Maybe this was for the best, Phil. If we can't share each other fully, express how we truly feel, then perhaps we should part ways.\"\n\nPhil loosened his grip on her arm and she continued down the hall to collect her clothes. Phil was torn between what he thought he liked, his turn-ons and kinks, and who was in front of him.\n\n\"I love you, Leyden.\" She halted and turned around in the hallway. \"I think I have always loved you, from the moment I saw you in college. I want to be the kind of person who you could grow to love too. Will you give me a chance?\"\n\n\"Can you still love me? All of me?\" she asked, blue tears trailing down her eyes.\n\n\"I want to try.\"\n\n​\n\nThey lay in the bed, facing each other. Phil reached over and held her jaw as they kissed. He felt light headed and excited as they danced in each other's mouths. Hers was a minty garden of delight that tickled his tongue as he darted back and forth. She guided his hand to her breasts and let him roll her nipples between his fingers. He loved to heft them, running his hands over her hot and smooth blue skin.\n\nShe suctioned his ass and brought their bodies closer, letting their passion meet in the middle. She moaned softly as Phil nibbled on her neck, sending shivers over her body. Every bite jolted her, awakening her cock even more.\n\nPhil felt it, the warm flesh, swelling next to his. As her cock grew, it rubbed against the tip of his own. It was unlike any pleasure he'd felt before, this hot shaft that throbbed and tapped at his belly. He looked into her eyes and smiled. \"I'm so glad we're doing this.\"\n\nShe smiled back and kissed him deeply, sliding her hand over his cock. Her tentacles released a clear fluid that coated both their shafts. She wrapped them together, tip-to-tip with a firm grip, then slowly moved up and down. Phil arched his back as he squirmed in pleasure. The tingles as their heads touched and moved between her digits sent stars in his eyes.\n\n\"Are you sure you want this?\" Leyden purred. She let her hand cup his balls while she tickled his asshole.\n\nPhil puckered for a moment then relaxed and nodded. \"Show me how much you love me.\"\n\nLeyden slipped the narrow tip of her tentacles into his anus and felt him tighten over it. \"Aah,\" he sighed, adjusting to the penetration. It didn't hurt, but it was a totally new sensation that he couldn't find the words to describe. Leyden didn't move her hand, but kissed him again. \"You're doing so well, Phil. Do you like the feeling, how you're holding onto my digit?\"\n\nPhil nodded and smiled. \"It's warm and cold and tingly all at once.\"\n\nLeyden moved in a little more, widening he entrance.\n\n\"Oooh, fuck,\" he moaned, taking it in. \"That actually feels really nice. Are you... oh ... tapping on my... oh fuck yes\"\n\n\"Yes, your pleasure center is well hidden. Aren't you glad I found it?\" she asked, smiling. Leyden slid her digit back and forth, teasing his prostate. Phil grabbed her breast and sucked on her smelling her sex as she warmed his ass.\n\n\"I think, I'm ready now,\" he sighed. Phil rolled onto his back and clutched the pillows behind him.\n\nLeyden lifted his legs over her thighs and straddled him, letting her long cock slide next to his. \"Look at me, Phil. Look into my eyes.\"\n\nHe focused on her shimmering dark eyes as he felt a slight pressure, then nothing but a smooth, silky feeling radiating from his ass. \"Oh, fuck that... that's oh, so good!\" He grinned from ear to ear and Leyden smiled back, slowly rocking into him.\n\nPhil was ecstatic, he loved the feeling of being lifted off the bed, his back arching to her rhythm as she continued to thrust into him. He could feel his balls ache, wishing for release while his cock leaked more and more precum onto his belly. Leyden gripped his cock tightly and stroked him, sending more waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel his asshole tightening over her cock as he approached climax.\n\n\"Oh, f-fuck!\" he moaned, as the first rope of cum shot between her slippering digits. He clenched his asshole right as Leyden was all the way inside, milking the thick base of her cock. Leyden clutched Phil's sides as she orgasmed, trembling over him before collapsing on his chest. Her cock slid out in a wave of cum, pooling under his ass.\n\nThey kissed and laughed in the afterglow, still caressing each other.\n\n\"I don't understand how we could have miscommunicated, Phil. Anal means something very specific.\"\n\n\"You mean it didn't occur to you that I meant that I wanted to have anal with you?\"\n\nLeyden chuckled. \"Of course not! Why would I think that when I have no anus?\" She turned around and spread her cheeks, showing her smooth pussy.\n\n\"Oh fuck, what was I thinking? How did I not notice?\" Phil said, slapping his forehead.\n\n\"You'd notice more if you kept your eyes open.\"\n\nThey embraced again and Phil thought that he'd never want to take his eyes off her again.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A caring sex worker services a shy, inexperienced female client
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"content": "Frankie J is an amateur porn star that has amassed a decent sized fan base in reddit, and PornHub. She films mostly solo and lesbian videos and her perky tits and perky ass, along with a gorgeous set of curves made her a pretty quick success. \n\nTo celebrate hitting 500 subs on PornHub she decided to hold a contest. One lucky fan would get to meet her and film a video with her. When the deadline passed a video of her naked drawing the winner was uploaded to her channel. \n\nA fan named Alicia was the lucky winner. Frankie flew Alicia out on her dime and the two met up in the mall not far from a decently nice motel in Frankies town. The two chatted and had lunch before heading to the hotel. \n\nThroughout the lunch Frankie could see how nervous Alicia was. But Alicia was still there.\n\n“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to Alicia. “\n\nFrankie said as she pulled a contract from her purse. \n\n“No I do, it’s why I entered the contest. But I never expected I’d actually win but here I sit. “\n\nShe smiled, her cheeks beet red. \n\n“You sure?”\n\n“Absolutely Frankie.”\n\n“Ok...then read over this and sign it. “\n\nShe handed her the contract and Alicia started to read it. \n\n“A contract?”\n\n“Yeah a bunch of legal jargon. You verified you’re of age, you consent to be on camera and to me uploading the video with the right to have it taken down if you so chose, verify we’ve both been tested, blah blah.”\n\nAlicia nodded as she finished reading the contract and signed it. She handed it back to Frankie who slipped it into an envelope and slipped it back into her purse. She made sure Alicia was sure she wanted to do the video one more time and the brunette swimmer nodded. Frankie turned the camera on and climbed onto the bed. \n\n“Hello hello, meet our lucky contest winner. As you can probably tell she’s extremely nervous but she’s also really sexy.”\n\nAlicia looks down as Frankie puts her arm around her shoulder. \n\n“Brunette, fit swimmers body, perky ass, you’re a knockout honey.”\n\n“Stop.”\n\nThe two giggle and Frankie kisses her cheek.\n\n“So miss lucky, since you’re so nervous, may I try something that always calms me down?”\n\n“What?”\n\nShe lifts her head again, pushing her hair out of her face. \n\n“A massage.”\n\n“Ok...is it ok if I take my top off over there?”\n\n“Yes of course, whatever makes you comfortable. “\n\nAlicia smiles and stands up, walking off camera. Frankie goes camera briefly as well to grab the massage oil she brought just in case. They both come back in frame a couple seconds later. \n\n“Is it ok if keep my boobs covered Frankie?”\n\n“Mhm.”\n\nAlicia laid down on her stomach, her shirt under her to cover anything that may slip out. Frankie pours some oil on her hands and softly begin to rub Alicia’s back and hips. \n\n“Let me know when you think you’re ready Alicia. “\n\nAlicia nods, laying her head on her arms.\n\n“Have you ever filmed anything like this, like with a boyfriend or friend?”\n\n“No I wasn’t too sexually active while I was in high school, my grades always came first.”\n\n“That’s great honestly Alicia. But man I might’ve dropped out if I didn’t get laid often.”\n\nThe two laugh as Frankie continues to massage Alicia. \n\n“You know she says she’s shy but I think she’s just enjoying the massage.”\n\nFrankie says to the camera. \n\n“You do have really soft hands Frankie. “\n\n“Thank you.”\n\n“...you can take my jeans off now...if you want.”\n\n“Are you sure?”\n\n“Mhm.”\n\nFrankie smirked and reached under Alicia unhooking and unzipping her jeans. Alicia rolls over exposing her tits to the camera and lifts her ass off the bed allowing Frankie to slide her jeans off. Frankie smirks and picks up the massage oil again. She pours some on her hands and begins rubbing Alicia’s legs. Alicia moans softly and begin to play with her erect nipples. \n\n“I think I’m ready Frankie.”\n\nShe blushed with a smile as she spread her legs. \n\n“Well let’s just see Alicia.”\n\nFrankie gently rubbed her wet pussy with two fingers making her moan again. \n\n“Soaked!”\n\nThey giggled and Alicia readjusted herself to show off her push to the camera as Frankie began to strip. Frankie leans in and kisses and caresses Alicia’s nipple. More soft moans follow as Frankie kisses and rubs lower and lower. \n\nIt’s not long before her head is between Alicia’s thighs, kissing her clit while rubbing her wet pussy. Alicia begins to rub Frankie’s pussy as Frankie begins to lick hers. \n\nShe moans louder and louder with every lap of Frankie’s tongue. Frankie speeds up and up as Alicia’s fingers slide into her pussy, fingering er as fast as Frankie tongue is going. Both moan loud as they feel a heat rush through their bodies. \n\n“Loser has to pay for the room?” \n\nAlicia giggled.\n\n“De…al. Deal...oh fuck.”\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a girl with low self esteem dies in a tragic accident and comes back as a ghost. her best friend, the most attractive girl around, offers to let her possess her body and go out on a date with her crush to move on.
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"content": "(A warning: Less wonderfully naughty story that's 90% sex, and more thoughtful piece that happens to have a sex scene. Hopefully you'll still enjoy.)\n\n*\"Are you sure about this, Emily?\"*\n\n\"Of course, Sara. You were my best friend and we know you're SO close to being able to move to that 'next place' you keep sensing. We've practically crossed off everything on that special list of yours.\"\n\nSara blushed, as deeply as a pale spectral entity could do, embarrassed about the whole situation. Here she was, coming back to her friend after that horrible shark juggling accident, and her friend had been so helpful the whole time. From turning in her last book report to erasing her browsing history, Emily had helped with so many things. Sara was so close to moving on.\n\nThere was only more thing to be done, but... when the list says 'Show Brian Hershey your true affections', you don't know really how to proceed. He wasn't dead, luckily, and since only Emily could see her spectral form, there wasn't any way for Sara to directly contact Brian herself. Add to that the fact that her 'true affections' involved wanting to do crazy monkey things with him after confessing all kinds of love, and what she needed Emily's body to do...\n\nAnother long pause. *\"Alright, we'll do this; we'll go to the dinner you and he set up, we'll tell Brian how I feel and then...I'll probably get to go right to... the next place without having to do anything else.\"*\n\n\"And if we DO have to do anything else, you can use my body to ride him like a horse if you need to!\" Emily said, giggling a little as she did.\n\nSara blushed again, knowing she'd feel her cheeks burning if she still had them. She didn't know what to say, looking with wide eyes at Emily, who was smiling broadly with a glint in her own eyes. \n\nWith her friend so shocked, Emily continued, \"Alright, we have a date with Brian in just an hour; you need to get in this body and get it ready to go!\"\n\nSara gave a nod, knowing that if this was going to go right, she needed to be ready. She took a deep breathe, without actually inhaling air, and moved over to Emily. Giving her friend one last questioning look, and with an approving nod, Sara reached out and touched Emily's gently tilted head.\n\nShe felt the pull as her ghostly presence was moving into Emily's body. They had felt the sensation start to occur when they had gently brushed against each other over the past three days, but this was different. While they had pulled away so quickly each time before, this time they both accepted the feeling.\n\nIt happened so quickly that Sara could barely blink before she found herself looking in the opposite direction. She gasped, almost surprised at actually being able to inhale real air. Looking at the mirror, she saw that see she was looking just like Emily, or rather, that she was now the one in control of Emily's body. It was...awkward, to put things mildly.\n\n**\"Awww, I thought *I* would be able to be a ghost during this exchange,\"** Emily said, or thought, her normal-sounding voice echoing loudly in her ears. Apparently Emily was still inside her own mind, but as best as Sara could tell, SHE was the one piloting the ship.\n\nShe stood up, rocking back and forth as she had some trouble getting her balance right. It had been several days since she had a real body to control, and Emily's was much, much different. Sara had been a few inches shorter, a bit plumper and with a rounder body frame than the sleek, fit and athletic build of her friend, and trying to get used to this new body could prove tricky, especially with such little time before dinner.\n\n**\"Alright, watch out, I'm sure it's not the sort of body you're used to being in. Just try not to get any dents in it before you give it back.\"** Sara couldn't actually see Emily, but knew her friend would be giving such a silly grin if she still had a mouth.\n\n*\"God, having her in the backseat is going to make this trip insane...Although I am driving HER body\"* Sara felt bad about the thought coming up in her head; she hoped that Emily couldn't hear it, being so embarassed about having negative thoughts about her caring friend.\n\n**\"Yup, I can hear it; I don't think we can really hide any thoughts from each other,\"** Emily responded to Sara's thoughts, sounding (thinking?) more sternly than before. As Sara's embarassment led to a deep blush in her own skin, Emily continued, **\"Look, I don't think this is the best set up, really; I had hoped to be able to watch from OUTSIDE my skin. But if we do our best to not get too much of each other's attention, we should get through our date just fine. Then you kiss him, and that'll probably be enough to get your list finished and get you to your next destination, wherever the next place is.\"**\n\nSara nodded, then thought in her borrowed brain, *\"Alright, we have a little under an hour before the night begins. Let's get ready!\"*\n\nEmily sounded enthusiastic in response, **\"Great! Now, let's get you into just the right outfit, attractive, seductive, eager to be a tease but not TOO eager to fuck him. I mean, Brian is a hunk and the football quarterback and all, but you can't just hop into bed with him.\"**\n\nSara nodded, still feeling odd to moving a head that felt so much more beautiful on a long and graceful neck. *\"What first?\"*\n\n**\"Well, I have a few good black dresses for just this sort of date, but first, some nice underwear...\"** Emily started leading her friend and her body around the room, getting both ready for the fine date.\n\nNearly an hour later, with only ten minutes before the date, Sara looked at her borrowed body in the mirror. Tall, fit frame with B cup breasts, blonde hair that was short and stylish, a simple black dress covering some sexy black lace underwear; Sara felt more beautiful than ever before. If only she felt half this confident before she learned the true risk of sharks...\n\n**\"Enough of that; it's dinner time! We're going to have lots of fun, a really enjoyable dinner, and one or two romantic kisses should let you finish that list! Let's go have a great time!\"**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In this world, men don't exist. Everyone is born a girl, and when a girl becomes 18, there's a 50% chance she'll grow a dick.
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"content": "The doctors basically admitted “yeah, you’re gonna grow a penis.” Last time I visited. It was good and bad news. Good because if they could sense it that early, it means it was gonna be *huuuuge*. Bad because I’d grown quite fond of my previous genital setup.\n\nI remember what day it was. April 8th, 9:09 at night. I was dressed in my panties trying to fall asleep. I felt my stomach lurch inward, as the growth process started. It was a weird experience, feeling all this mass bounce around all at once. I’d spent the last few days staying lubricated (as per the doctors’ orders. Didn’t want any rug burn or chaffing)\n\nI felt like I was getting penetrated from the inside-out. Like someone was fucking me from a portal in my belly. It was certainly quite strange. It took its time coming out, bouncing and getting used to the space. It slowly worked it’s way out of my vagina, bopping in and out, giving itself room to grow.\n\nAs the head flopped out, I felt pure bliss, as both sets of genitals rubbed against each other. I couldn’t help but press against it, rubbing it around my opening. I rotated it clockwise a little bit, feeling my new balls start to ride up and tighten in my chest. \n\nAll of a sudden, it just started firing. This thing was a *lot* more sensitive than my old parts. I threw my whole body back in euphoria as my cock lurched forwards a solid foot. It blasted out, tearing through my panties, firing upward as it grew. It hit its apex and it blasted one final enormous shot straight into the air, nearly painting the ceiling above my bed.\n\nI let out a sigh of relief, as my new magnificent cock bounced back and fourth with my heartbeat. My balls slowly made their way forward and squished their way out of my ex-vagina. I knew my girlfriend would love every inch of my new shaft."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A recently convicted criminal in universe 146 is about to undergo the treatment which will transform them from an unwilling participant into an obedient pet.
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"content": "[Be warned: noncon as fuck. Also unfinished.]\n\nJenny awoke, cold and naked. Her eyes opened only to be met with more darkness. She tried to put the puzzle pieces of her brain back in place. “Wha...” escaped her mouth, running out of energy to form the sentence ‘where am I?’\n\nThe room awoke immediately from the sound of her voice. Bright lights flashbanged her eyes, causing her to instinctively reach to cover her eyes. To her surprise (slowly becoming horror), they were restrained, forcing her arms out and away from her, like a frog to be dissected. They were held in place professionally, like the restraints were purpose-built to match her waist, elbows, knees, ankles and wrists. She tried to look up at them, looking through the blinding white light which had just attacked her. Her confusion slowly morphed into panic, her struggling becoming more and more frantic, doing nothing to budge the carbon-fiber restraints. \n\nShe looked back in front of her, her eyesight finally going from pure-white to blurry. The blur cleared slowly. Foggy strips of light formed into sharp, mechanical arms, holding all kinds of exotic and intricate tools. A large amorphous blob in front of her formed into what looked like a large metallic sphere with glowing green lights darting across it’s surface (like something right out of Tron). \n\nAs her vision became clear, she saw the rest of the room. The tools in front of her were well-lit, and so was she. Light beamed down as if she was performing on stage. The room was very large, like a theater, filled with darkened metal machinery connected via thick steel cables, dangling everywhere. The space around her was clear, for about 20 feet. Her and her massive plate-like bondage device holding her forward were the only clear part of the room. \n\nShe screamed. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know what any of this was. All she remembered was trying to steal a laptop and she was hit in the head. Then she had woken up on this giant human-holster. She felt like she was stuck on a giant paint palette, like she was about to be used as paint.\n\n“*What is this! Where am I?*” she tried to keep her nerves down, and was failing.\n\nJenny shivered when she got nervous. This situation, combined with the chilling nakedness meant she was shivering in ways she never had before. Every part of her was shaking like someone threw a brick in a dryer. She shut her eyes, trying to wake up in her bed again, trying to escape this nightmare.\n\n“Ok, stop that shaking, for starters...” a deep voice echoed from a lit window across the room, through a clearing in the hulking machinery. \n\nThe car-sized ominous sphere in front of her made a humming noise, slowly increasing in volume. It menacingly inched closer to her, like a shark. Jenny’s panicking cries became louder. “*No! Stop! Please! Who are y...*”\n\nThe sphere shot open, like the aperture of a camera. Jenny felt a fizzy sensation in her mind, and it sent a soothing wave down her spine. As it traveled down to her feet, every spot it touched suddenly lost the ability to shiver, like she’d never shivered before in her life. Jenny went silent, letting out a gasp of pure motionless terror. The tiny puff of air echoed around the room, in and out.\n\n“Ookayy... What did the customer say he wanted again?” The voice bounced from the window around the room, hitting Jenny’s ears a million different times, creating a million new kinds of horror in her mind.\n\n“Well he said obedience, obviously.” A new, female voice bounced back. The nonchalant lilt in her voice was the only piece of broken comfort Jenny had to latch onto. The voice quickly turned sinister.\n\n“But I was thinking we save that for last...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Showcase Thread: February 2019
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"content": "[Prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/agjkwu/wp_everyone_thinks_im_a_sweet_demure_young_woman/ee8yhcv/?st=jrd2o4dx&sh=7a63d756): Everyone thinks I’m a sweet demure young woman and they probably believe that I’m completely naive and innocent about sex, since that is what I project… Little do they know that I have a side-job as a professional dominatrix. That is… until one of my friends accidentally booked my services…\n\n\nContains: dominant/submissive, bondage, lots of consent.\n\n\n----\n\n\nThe first thought that went through my head when Linda opened the door was *Oh fuck, I thought this place looked familiar.* I’d been here twice before, but the little suburb house looked the same as practically every other building in this neighborhood. I couldn’t connect the hazy memories of parties with the address I had gotten until it was too late, too late.\n\n\nAs she stared at me, I could see the spark of recognition grow. I looked pretty different when I was doing this: my makeup more intense, my black hair put up in a tight bun, my clothes composed of a lot more leather than usual and the heels of my boots making me a few inches taller. Still, it was me. She knew my face, and I only had a few seconds before the question in her eyes turned into a shocked answer. I could run, or I could run with it.\n\n\nFuck it, I always thought she was cute.\n\n\n“Aren’t you going to invite me in, darling?” I purred at her in my best domme voice, stepping forward before she could answer. She automatically moved aside, letting me pass into the living room and closing the door. Then she froze, staring at me again, and I knew the game was up. Nobody would notice us talking in here, at least.\n\n\n“Courtney…?” she whispered, her eyes wide.\n\n\n“Yes, that’s me,” I replied, trying to keep a playful air. I could do this. I just couldn’t afford to be… well, me. As long as I stayed confident and in charge, this would be fine. If I slipped into my shy, easily-flustered everyday self…\n\n\n“But, like, Courtney Courtney?” she asked, still staring. “The one I know? Not… her twin sister, or… or doppleganger, or something?”\n\n\n“Yes,” I said, my chest tight.\n\n\nShe was still trying to wrap her head around it. “You’re a dominatrix…? Like, fuck me, seriously? You can’t say cock without blushing!”\n\n\n“A-And that disqualifies me, does it?” I said, a familiar heat rising to my cheeks. I was already losing it. Shit.\n\n\n“Well-” She looked down at herself. “I… I guess not in this case… but… seriously? *You?* Doing *this?*”\n\n\nShe met my eyes again, and I could see the judgement in her gaze. Excuses leapt into my mind, pushing at my lips, but I held them back. Barely. I was starting to realize the only reason I could be so self-assured as a domme was because my clients had no idea of what I was typically like. She expected me to be nervous and bashful, and goddammit, that’s what I was becoming.\n\n\n“I can’t believe it,” she said, shaking her head. “This is… insane. I mean, you’re so… so shy, normally. Me and the girls try to censor ourselves around you. I didn’t even know you liked *women*. And it turns out you’re… this.”\n\n\n“Please don’t think I’m weird,” I blurted, then winced. Yup. There it was. My confidence down the drain in less than two minutes. Why did I even come in? Did I really think I could dominate someone who I’d known for years?\n\n\nAfter a few moments, she broke into a grin. “There’s the Courtney I know.” She stepped forward, giving me a brief hug, then pulled away, her hands on my shoulders. “This… this is really weird. But you’re not weird. Like, fuck, I’m the one who hired you. I’m not in a position to judge.”\n\n\nI didn’t even consider this from her side. It was probably just as bad for her, knowing that she had revealed her own deviant tastes to her friend. At least I had the excuse of doing it for the money; she was the one paying for it.\n\n\n“Do you want a glass of wine or something?” she asked, pulling away, and I realized I had been quiet for too long.\n\n\n“Sure.” I didn’t normally accept drinks from clients, but this was anything except normal and something to dull my embarrassment sounded perfect. She went into the kitchen as I sat down on the couch, putting the large bag I carried at my feet. After a minute, she came back with two glasses, filled rather closer to the brim than was typical. I didn’t object, merely taking long sips as she sat next to me and did the same, both of us hoping to ease the difficult conversation ahead. The glasses ended up almost being emptied before either of us spoke a word.\n\n\n“So…” she said finally. “This is probably pretty fucked up to ask, but are you still… like, willing?”\n\n\nI didn’t immediately understand; when I did, I almost sprayed wine across the room. “You- You still want to…?”\n\n\n“I didn’t hire a dominatrix on a whim,” she said, giving me a wry smile. “I kinda had something in mind. And, well, you came inside after recognizing me, so I figured you might… y’know.”\n\n\nThat was true, but I was seriously questioning my own judgement on that. “We’re friends... I don’t want it to be weird between us.”\n\n\n“It’s already gonna be weird. I mean, now I know what you do, and… you know that I like what you do.” She shrugged, her cheeks pink. “And… you’re pretty cute. Or hot, with the leather.”\n\n\n‘Hot’ was unfortunately accurate. The heat of my embarrassment and the glow of the wine plus my long, heavy jacket was making me feel uncomfortably warm, but taking it off wasn’t an option. It was there to cover up an outfit that would be completely inappropriate in public and also completely inappropriate in front of Linda… at least at the moment, if she was really proposing this.\n\n\n“Um,” I managed eventually, finishing the last of my wine and setting the glass next to hers on the coffee table. “We’d be the only ones to know, right?”\n\n\n“Yeah,” she said, suddenly getting excited as she realized I was considering it. “God, yeah, of course! It’d be bad for both of us if anyone knew.”\n\n\n“Okay. This might be a bad idea, but… okay.” I took a deep breath, trying to reorient my mind into ‘domme mode.’ “So… let’s talk about it. How much experience do you have with this kind of thing?” I could see her hesitate and added, “Don’t say what you think I want to hear. It’ll be better if I have a real idea of what you’re familiar with.”\n\n\n“Alright,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut. “Being totally honest, I pretty much have no experience. Like, I had a girlfriend who put me in handcuffs a couple times and that’s it. But, uh, I’m familiar with the idea. From… y’know. Porn and stuff.”\n\n\n“Okay. Thank you for telling the truth.”\n\n\nShe looked up at me. “Will... that be a problem?”\n\n\n“No, not at all. I have plenty of clients who are… experimenting for the first time.”\n\n\nShe snorted. “You say that so casually, ‘plenty of clients.’ I can’t even imagine you ordering someone around.”\n\n\n“You won’t have to imagine,” I said, attempting to sound joking, but she froze up, her gaze sliding away from me. After a moment, I carefully said, “Linda?”\n\n\n“Sorry,” she muttered, looking back to me but not quite meeting my eyes. “You were saying?”\n\n\nI hesitated, but I couldn’t just leave it. If she reacted like that to a mild tease, it might mean something bad later. “Did it make you feel uncomfortable when I said that?”\n\n\n“No… not uncomfortable.” She bit her lip. “It, uh, really turned me on, and I wasn’t expecting it to. I mean, this whole thing is still kinda funny and weird to me, and then I realized, ‘Shit, this actually could happen, Courtney could end up making me do… whatever.’” She shrugged, embarrassed, and I reached out to take her hand.\n\n\n“Thank you for telling me that, seriously,” I said, relieved. “Keep talking to me about how I’m making you feel. Don’t be afraid to ask questions. It’s much better for both of us if we’re being open.”\n\n\n“Okay,” she breathed, meeting my eyes with a smile. “God, I’m just- just so nervous, and excited and kinda drunk and I’m not sure how to react to anything because this is crazy!”\n\n\nShe was all but bouncing up and down, and I couldn’t hold back a smile of my own at the sudden show of emotion. “That’s pretty normal. So long as you’re enjoying yourself, don’t worry about it.”\n\n\n“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” She took a deep breath, calming down a little. “I guess I do have questions, though.”\n\n\n“Shoot.”\n\n\n“Are you all mean and bossy when you, uh…”\n\n\n“Dominate,” I supplied.\n\n\n“Yeah,” she said, blushing. “When you dominate someone.”\n\n\n“Not always. It depends on the person and what they prefer. Some people like to be stepped on and shouted at, others like to be cuddled and told how good they are.”\n\n\nShe nodded, seeming relieved. “Okay. Like, some rougher stuff seems hot, but I don’t know if I’d enjoy someone shouting at me. I get enough of that at work.” She paused. “So, also… I can stop you, right?”\n\n\n“You mean with a safeword? Yes.”\n\n\n“Okay...” she said, and hesitated. “Like, no matter what, you’ll stop?”\n\n\n“Yes, of course.”\n\n\n“Okay.” She let out a heavy breath. “It’s just… I like the idea of being… y’know, helpless, but the thought of being actually trapped… ugh. It’s really scary.”\n\n\n“Trust is a huge part of this,” I said seriously. “For both of us. You trust me with your safety, and I trust you to tell me when there’s a problem, whether that’s you’re not enjoying yourself or something’s wrong. I know I’m kind of belaboring the point here, but *talk* to me.” I squeezed her hand, giving her a smile that she returned after a moment. “Now, since you brought up that you like being helpless, what do you enjoy?”\n\n\n“Um…” she mumbled, looking away. “Well…”\n\n\n“Take your time. I know it’s hard to just come out and say your kinks, but believe me, I’ve heard a lot. You won’t faze me.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Football/Soccer
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"content": "What makes a team successful? A common goal that can only be achieved through cooperation and that it's of severe importance to all members. The manager of Athletic Redwood knew this well. Ever since he was brought in, a team that had always lagged behind was now among the best on the league, reaching finals and winning cups for the first time in it's history. The fundamental factor behind this was simple motivation. One goal that every player could aspire to, and that it made them all bond together in order to enjoy it. That goal had a name, and it was Sally.\n\n\nSally had been a fan of the local team long before they were any good, but after she turned 18 she started going to the arena more and more often, and she had started to socialize with the club's members. When William started managing “The red nose reindeers”, he realized that all of their performances were improved if they knew that Sally was at the stands cheering them on. This got his gears turning, and he came up with a simple but potentially game changing plan. Sally was glad to cooperate.\n\n\nIt seemed like any other training drill. Redwood had won their last match one nil, and William promised his players a reward after the next training session. Most players had left before that due to personal reasons and a lack of interest on what the reward might be, some lucky seven had stayed out of curiosity. They were greeted by a nude Sally standing between the goalposts. The familiar fanatic told them how proud she was of them, and how much she wanted them to keep this winning thing going.\n\n\nThey went to the locker rooms, were they ran a train on Sally, each one spending around seven minutes enjoying the body of the club's number one girl. Afterwards, it was made clear that this would only happen again if they kept being victorious on their matches. Surprise, surprise, once the word spread around the roster, AR started to get far better results. And with that, they started to get more and more intimate with the fans. Plural fans, as Sally wasn't the only female fanatic of the team that would love to get to spend some quality time with each of it's members. It took less than two seasons for the “cheering squad\" to outnumber the athletes.\n\n\nIt's all about motivation."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two shapeshifters who hate each other keep accidentally seducting and fucking each other.
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"content": "“Did you cum on my thigh?”\n\nShe giggled. \n\n“I might’ve, this is why I wanted to leave the lights...woah!”\n\nHe hit the floor with a thud. \n\n“Fuck are you...”\n\nShe turned the lights on. He was back to his normal form.\n\n“Again?!”\n\nShe shifted back to her normal form as well, causing him to groan on the floor. She gets up from the bed and begins to pace around the room. \n\n“We have to establish like a fucking network or something so this doesn’t keep fucking happening. “\n\n“I’m fine by the way.”\n\nHe slowly stood up, rubbing his lower back. They were classmates through high school and now into college. He couldn’t stand how stuck up she seemed and she couldn’t stand well anything about him. They were rivals...but more importantly they were both shapeshifters and once again they ended up fucking. \n\n“This has been happening since freaking high school, you’d think we’d be able to tell at this point.”\n\nHe laid on the bed as she continued to pace around the room, ranting. \n\n“And you know what’s worse...I think I’m starting-“\n\n“To enjoy it?”\n\nShe stopped and rubbed her temple. \n\n“Maybe.”\n\n“Kara can I confess something...”\n\nShe clenched her fists knowing what might come out of his mouth next. \n\n“No you can’t. I’ll be out on the couch.”\n\nShe quickly dashes from the room without another word. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young virgin is nervous about her first date and confesses to her friend that she doesn't know how to kiss. Her friend offers to give her a hands-on demonstration.
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"content": "(All characters over 18 obviously)\n\n“Ok so what kind of kiss Maddie?” \n\n“I don’t Yuri, just a basic first date kiss I guess. “\n\nMaddie pulled off the shirt she was trying on and tossed it onto Yuris bed.\n\n“Ok so face me Maddie.”\n\nMaddie turned and faced her friend. Yuri gently leaned in and softly kisse her cheek. \n\n“T-that’s it?’\n\n“Well do a basic first date kiss. “\n\n“What if the date goes really well?”\n\nYuri smirked and put her hand on Maddie’s chin and kissed her on the lips. \n\n“Or”\n\nShe said before giving Maddie a longer kiss. Maddie blushed and shivered a little.\n\n“I hope it goes really well.”\n\nYuri giggled and handed Maddie a sensible plain blue dress to try on. \n\n“You and me both. Need help with anything else?”\n\n“No I wouldn’t sleep with her on my first date...but maybe you could give me some blowjob advice, just in case.”\n\n“Oooh Madeline, such an adventurous first date. “\n\nShe walked around her to the bedroom door. \n\n“Because I might blow her or because she has a dick?”\n\n“Both...Brad come in here.”\n\nMaddie blushed.\n\n“Why are you calling him in here?”\n\n“You said you wanted blowjob advice. We’re an open couple I figured a real one would be better then a toy. “\n\nMaddie bit her lip softly and shrugged.\n\n“I guess you’re right.”\n\nBrad walked in and Yuri filled her boyfriend in. As Maddie pulled off the blue dress, Brad sat on the bed and took his cock out. Yuri kneeled down on the floor and Maddie nervously joined her. Despite her nerves an eager smile came to Maddie’s face. \n\n“Ok no obviously we don’t know what you’ll dealing with so adjust accordingly if anything if does happen. “\n\nMaddie nodded waiting further instructions. \n\n“Every person is different when it comes to 0leasure but this my technique, again adjust accordingly as you go on to suck more dick or lick more pussy.”\n\nMaddie rolled her eyes, still smiling. Yuri took her hand gently and dragged it up to Brads shaft and Maddie wrapped her hand around. \n\n“Ok a little tighter. “\n\nShe closed her fist a little. \n\n“Perfect Brad?”\n\n“Mhm.”\n\n“Ok Maddie now start stroking him slowly up and down. “\n\nMaddie slowly starts to jerk his cock. \n\n“Ok, now kiss his tip a little a little and slide it into your mouth and keep stroking. “\n\nMaddie did as she was instructed. \n\n“Ok switch your stroking for slow sucks of his cock. Gradually taking more and more, as much as you can handle. “\n\nSlowly Maddie begins to suck his cock. She gradually takes more and more until she’s deepthroating Brad. Yuri smirks, impressed. \n\n‘“No gag reflex?”\n\nMaddie shakes her head no. \n\n“Ok now gradually speed up. “\n\nShe gradually begins to suck him off faster and faster. Brad moans as she takes all of his cock. Maddie gives him one more long, slow suck before letting his cock drop from her mouth.\n\n“You’re a natural.”\n\n“Thanks Yuri...um...can I...”\n\nShe points to brads cock and Yuri smirks and nods. Maddie takes it in her mouth again and begins to suck him off until he fills her mouth with cum.\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You stop at a hole-in-the-wall convenience store you never go into to stock up on milk and bread. You find out a few days later that when you make people sandwiches using the bread you bought, it acts as a sexual truth serum 5 mins after and your guests divulge all their sexual pasts/desires.
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"content": "Cheryl looked at the spread on her kitchen counter with pride. Everything was perfectly arranged for grilled cheese sandwich night with the ladies. Tomato bisque bubbled in a crock pot. Three table top cookers were hot and ready: The panini press, the George Foreman, and for the radical, a waffle iron. She arranged fancy, sharp, and comfort cheeses to suit all their palates. When she realized she only had wraps in the house, she stopped by the Cum & Go gas station down the street to get a loaf of plain white bread. \n\nShe was about to arrange the napkins when she heard the doorbell. \"Hello!\" she exclaimed as her former college mates gave her a group hug. \"Come in! Come in! Let me take your coats.\"\n\n\"Oh my god, Cheryl, it's been too long,\" said Tabitha. \"I'm so sorry to hear about the split.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Tabs,\" Cheryl replied. \"John and I both knew it was the right choice. At least I got the house.\"\n\nMarcie came up from behind Cheryl and gave her a big hug. \"Oh, you're finally free, right? I hope you still have your dating clothes, because you and I are gonna tear this city apart. Hold onto your dicks, boys!\" she joked.\n\nDee poured glasses of wine from the coffee table and handed them out. \"Cheers! To finding new lovers,\" she toasted. Dee glanced at Tabitha and said, \"I mean, for those of us who aren't already happily married.\"\n\nTabitha smiled and they clinked there glasses before moving into the kitchen. They laughed and reminisced while the cheeses sizzled under Teflon-coated grills, filling the room with an sweet and nutty aroma. Dee helped to ladle the soup into bowls and they all sat down to eat and enjoy each others' company.\n\nTabitha dipped her gruyere and goat cheese sandwich into the tomato bisque and took a dainty bite. \"Oooomph,\" she moaned softly, with her eyes closed. \"So good.\" She dipped again and the gooey cheese stretched from her mouth to her hand in long, pale streaks.\n\n\"What did you make?\" Cheryl asked Dee.\n\n\"I put a little soup on the bread then added mozzarella and asiago, then threw it all into the waffle iron,\" she said brightly. \"I call it the Trash Zone.\" Dee pulled at the edges and watched as the cheese leaked out of the bread and plopped onto her plate. \"I guess it needs a little more time.\" \n\nThe four of them laughed and shared more stories as they went back for seconds on food and wine. Cheryl missed having her friends over, missing going out for a few years now. She felt a hot flash as she thought about how it felt especially good to be in this room, with her closest friends. She reached over the table to hold Tabitha and Marcie's hands.\n\n\"You guys, Dee too,\" she started. \"I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you to support me. I know I said John and I ended it amicably, but that's not true. He cheated on me!\" Cheryl said, tearfully.\n\n\"That fucking bastard, I **knew it**!\" Marcie raved. \"Who was it, that bitch from the company picnic?\"\n\n\"I don't know, I don't know,\" Cheryl continued. \"He said it was only a few blow jobs. And then he had to fucking gall to say he wouldn't have cheated if I went down on him more often! I **hate** fucking BJs. They're disgusting.\"\n\nDee got up from her seat and hugged Cheryl from behind. \"Baby, I'm so sorry to hear that.\"\n\nTabitha looked disgusted. \"What a fucking sleezeball! Just because he doesn't get his dick wet he starts running behind your back? Asshole.\" She took an angry bite of grilled cheese before she spoke again. \"My Phil has the common decency to bring his girls to me first to inspect before he fucks them in the garage.\" \n\nThey three friends started at her. Tabitha couldn't believe what came out of her mouth. \"It's true. Phil wanted an 'open relationship',\" she said with air quotes. \"So we tried it, going to a sex club in Vegas, ordering escorts, even had a threesome, but then I discovered that I got real turned on by inspecting his dates before that could do anything.\"\n\n\"What do you mean, inspect?\" asked Dee.\n\n\"Okay, Dee, let's say you want to fuck Phil.\"\n\n\"But I don-\"\n\n\"*Hypothetically,*\" Tabitha insisted. \"Stand up, and take off your shirt.\"\n\nDee stood in the middle of the kitchen, her plum colored bra contrasting against her pale skin and Tabitha walked behind her. \"Okay, what do you do next- whoa!\" she gasped as Tabitha reached into Dee's waistband and felt her panties. \n\n\"Are you hot for him, bitch?\" Tabitha scolded. \"Are you such a slut that you're already wet from walking in here to fuck my husband, you whore?\"\n\nDee was shaking, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. \"P-please, Tabs, stop this.\"\n\n\"TABITHA! STOP THIS!\" Cheryl yelled. \"Jesus fucking christ, what's wrong with you?\"\n\nTabitha snapped out of her trance and stepped back. She stared at her hand that had been grabbing her friend and she dropped to her knees. \"Oh my god, Dee, I'm so sorry,\" she cried. \"I'm a fucking degenerate!\" she said, sobbing. \n\nDee ran into the living room and Cheryl followed her. Marcie walked over to Tabitha and gently picked her up off the floor by her elbows, and sat her back in her chair.\n\n\"Shh shh, it's okay, it's okay,\" Marcie assured her. \"You're not a degenerate, you're trying to save your marriage. I know. Shhh...\" She brushed Tabitha's blonde hair, matted down with tears to her temples. She let Tabitha rest her head on her belly as she continued to pat her head with loving strokes. \n\n\"I was so jealous of Phil, did you know that?\" Marcie asked. \"When he scooped you away from college, I was livid. But you looked so fucking happy, I didn't say anything. I should have said something.\"\n\nTabitha felt the warm emanated from Marcie's shirt as she looked up. \"What do you want to tell me?\"\n\nMarcie held her by the chin and leaned down to give her a kiss. Her mouth was warm and inviting as Tabitha let her explore more. \n\n\"Oh, Marcie, I didn't know,\" she whispered.\n\n\"No one does, Tabs,\" Marcie replied. \"Not even myself, until now. I think I'm finally being honest with myself.\"\n\nTabitha smiled and kissed her again. \"If I'm being honest too, I think I probably knew, even when we were freshmen.\"\n\n\"We're not kids anymore, Tabs,\" she said. \"Whatever **that** was with Dee, that was not kid stuff.\" Marcie nibbled on Tabitha's neck and whispered, \"I think it was fucking hot.\"\n\nTabitha felt a rush of heat as the words washed over her mind and melted into her body, pooling desire in her own sex. \"We should um, take this elsewhere.\"\n\nCheryl entered the kitchen alone. \"Dee is pretty upset, I'm going to let her rest upstairs. Tabitha, I think you should go for tonight.\"\n\n\"I'll drive her,\" Marcie said quickly. \n\nThey hugged each other at the door and Cheryl waved goodbye to her two friends.\n\n\"Did they leave?\" Dee asked. She walked out of the bedroom with one of Cheryl's dildos in her hand.\n\n\"They're gone,\" Cheryl replied. \"Now are you going to show me how to deep throat that thing or what?\" She locked the front door then followed Dee back to the bedroom.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome. Side note, [this sexual advice column](https://loveletters.boston.com/2009/06/allergic_to_grilled_cheese.html#comments) regarding a man who's partner doesn't want to make him grilled cheese sandwiches is pure gold."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Weekly Round-up Thread: February 2019
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"content": "I also really want to highlight [this prompt](https://redd.it/as32q2) by /u/WaitTheFuck as a good example of a prompt not giving away too much and leaving some room for creativity. The prompter could have very easily decided to include what clothes the woman was put under or who put those clothes on her. But since they didn't, a writer can come up with a wide variety of outcomes and reasons for those things without being restricted. And leaving those things out doesn't take away from the premise either. It's still a great premise. Of course, the gender is specified which it didn't need to be but for the other things it's important to notice how leaving some things out can be better for a prompt sometimes because at the end of the day, that's what it is, *a prompt*, not a request for a story."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're not supposed to like it. It's supposed to only be for making babies. You must not express how good it really is.
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"content": "There she was, completely naked, before me. She was bent over and strapped down to a wooden horse. She couldn’t move or get away even if she had wanted. We were on a breeding farm at a secret located, known only to a small group of influential people, on a large estate, deep in the countryside. This was to be her first breeding of this cycle, yet the room still smells pungent of pussy and cum.\n\n \n\nMy smile broadened at thoughts of what was about to occur, as my cock hardened against my black pants causing me to shift it slightly, in order to ease the ache.\n\n \n\nI was enjoying just standing there, watching her, enjoying this sight before me. The way her body bent over the horse and was tethered to it. The arch in her back. Small beads of sweat had formed on her smooth skin. Her knees were pulled up and bent underneath of her. This position forced her ass up higher in the air, which gave me a full fantastic view of both her fuck holes. Her full breasts hung down. They slightly swayed back and forth as her body rocked on the horse. Her nipples were hard and reddened, being pulled, stretched and extended by the clamps her owns had placed on them.\n\n\n \n\nEvery so often I would turn up or down the vibration, with remote to the vibrator, which was embedded in her cunt keeping it consistently wet and in a perpetual state of arousal, yet never letting her achieve release. Yet she made no additional sounds. Only the noise being made was the hum of the vibrator, though her face strained and her body quivered to maintain composer, especially at the higher intensity. Her pleasure didn't matter though. As I ran my hand along the smooth, cool wood of the horse I teased, “You're not supposed to like it. It's supposed to only be for making babies. You must not express how good it really is,“ even though I was sure these words and frame of mind had already been beaten into her.\n\n  \n\nTesting her limits, I turned the remote up to its highest speed until she was panting hard and her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. She was almost begging me to let her cum, but didn't dare form the words.\n\n \n \nI turned off the remote. Tossed it onto the counter. Shredded my trousers, as I walked over to her. I heard small gasps as she sucked in air attempting to regulate her breathing. She was teetering right on the edge of cumming.\n\n\n \n\nI squatted beside her. Threaded my fingers through her tousled hair, and brushed it over her one of her shoulder and gently kissed her bared shoulder. \n\n\n \n\nI removed the vibrator from her now dripping cunt and whispered directly into her ear, \"Still no words at all, not even a noise. Understand?\"\n\n\n \n\nShe nodded weakly, as her eyes caught mine briefly. I can see the pleading in them. I smiled at her and moved behind her, raking my nails down her spine. She closed her eyes as my fingers made contact with her back. My other hand, I positioned under her, sliding my fingers up and down her bare, smooth, and slick slit. Her creamy juices flowed out. I could feel the heat as it radiated from her drenched cunt against my palm. \n\n\n \n\nShe bit into her lower lip has my fingers teased along her damp soaked folds. Her body shuddered in need. She clenched her hands and curled her toes, bracing her body for what was going to happen.\n\n \n\nI couldn’t wait any longer to feel her milking my cock of all my cum. \"You look so pretty laying with nowhere to go, baby. \" She turned her head some, attempting to glare at me, but there was also a tinge of lust as her ass wiggled uncontrollably.\n\n \n\nI slowly began to press inside her cunt, watching as her entire body tensed. Her cunt sucked me in, pulling at me, rippling over every inch of me. My hands flexed on into the fleshy globes of her ass, my fingers digging in hard as I moved forward until I felt my thighs pressed against her skin and my stomach spread open her ass cheeks. My heavy ball sac getting gooey as they rested against the sloppiness of her pussy. I twitched as I felt myself as deep in her as possible shove. \"Let’s make a baby, baby, \" I whispered.\n\n  \n\nI stayed still for a few minutes longer. Savoring the moment of having my entire cock buried in her tight fertile cunt. Instinctively, she struggled, despite her strong arousal, as her body fought against the thought of being impaled on such a powerful tool. My cock hardening and swelling in her tight passage. Quietly, yet firmly, I demanded she relax. She inhaled a breath and held it.\n\n&nbsp\n\nDriven now by instinct and training her hips pushed back as far as the restraints on her body will allow, my thick rod stretching the walls of her womanhood, as another inch found it's way inside her tight body. I gripped her even firmer, on her hips, before drawing out my cock until my bulbous head sat just in the entrance, pausing then rapidly slamming myself fully back, punishing her with the force of my thrusts.\n\n  \n\nMethodically fucking her. It wasn't long before your first of many orgasms overcame her. Each deep stroke an attempt to cause her to cry out, as I slammed my self in, pressing the firm tip, of my cock, brushed past her cervix, held there for a brief moment before pulling her back ready to go again. Her breath countering the rhythm. Breathing in as I draw out and out when I pull her back and thrust forward. Ever thrust I marked with an approving grunt from me, as she became lost in an ocean of pleasure, her sense of time fell away as her head fogged, clouded with the knowledge she was getting bred.\n\n \n\nShe drifted back to reality as she was sent over the edge of yet another climax. She quaked in ecstasy and all the while the pounding continued. Every time she orgasmed faded a little bit more from exhaustion. Eventually, I noticed she was drifting in and out of consciousness, yet I continued driving my cock even harder toward completing my mission. All I cared about, at this point, was fucking her tight hole and letting my cum shoot into it\n\n \n\nTugging head back by hair I started grinding myself deep inside her quivering cunt. While I gyrating expertly, time seemed to move like slow motion, as I felt my sperm leaving my balls and traveling up my long shaft and finally exploding out of the engorged head of my twitching cock into her open waiting womb.\n\n \n\nStream after stream of thick white cum filled her, as I pushed in further and holding myself deep in her. Releasing her head from my grasp, it flopped, and rested sideways on top of the wooden horse. She just shouldered, with her beautiful tear filled eyes. She weep with both pleasure and pain. \n\n \n\nI continued holding my rock hard cock deep inside her as her womb convulsed, sucked, and drained every drop of cum from me. As I finished cumming inside of her I started to pull my cock out. She allowed herself a small sigh knowing now that I owned her and her life would never be the same. As my cock slid back out of her a long string of my thick sticky semen trailed down her inner thigh. She collapsed, melting into the wooden horse and just laying there sobbing. Too tired to fight me anymore, even if she was in a position to resist. Her freshly fucked pussy was red, sore and from the primal domination of my use. She continued to shudder, as I watched the first dollop of my cum start to seep out of her. As it dribbled down between her swollen lips I felt a twitch in my cock. My cum pooled onto the sheets. I needed her again, needed to feel her around me.\n\n \n\nI grabbed my cock and began stroking it back to life and pushed myself into her battered hole once again. \n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two sorority sisters don’t like the new girl who just joined, so they trick her into thinking that their fundraising involves selling her body.
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"content": "Sorority auction | [Part 1]\n\n\n***\n\n\nWhen she’d joined a sorority she’d expected some hazing, but she hadn’t she expected to enjoy it this much. \n\nIt had started as harmless fun, mild humiliation infront of the sisters, showing off her naked body, telling them how much of a slut she was. But now that the two sisters who hated her the most had taken over her induction, she was loving it even more. Every day she was humiliated in more and more degrading ways, her body used solely for their pleasure and amusement.\n\nShe didn’t know why they hated her so much. Maybe it was her young, flexible, supple body, or her perfect tits and tight pussy. Or maybe it was because her Daddy was rich, and they enjoyed taking their frustration out on a spoilt brat. Anyway, it didn’t really matter did it? The only thing that mattered was that was starting to drip on the hardwood floor.\n\nShe was stood, completely naked, her panties stuffed in her mouth and her hands cuffed behind her back, in front of the large window at the front of the sorority house. Her nipples were rock hard and she resisted the urge to grind up against the sofa that one of the two girls was sitting on, watching her. It was late, and the house was far enough away from the main campus that it wasn’t a throughway, but still people came past in dribs and drabs. Most didn’t notice her stood, completely exposed to the world, but some took a second glance before hastily shuffling off. The ones that she loved the most were the people who stood and watched for a while, maybe took a picture or pointed her out to their friends. Once one did this, a crowd would start to form, a whole audience for her suffering and embarrassment.\n\nThe door to the room opened and Stacy, the older and more senior of the sisters, came in the room as Rebecca, the girl who had been making sure she stood in place for the last two hours, stood up from the couch. \n\n“I think she’d been enjoying it” Rebecca smirked, walking towards the older girl and giving her a kiss on the cheek “Have fun you two…” she said sarcastically as she slipped out of the closing door.\n\nStacy walked over to her, the floorboards creaking slightly under her petite frame. “Is that right pledge?”\n\nSuddenly she found herself pressed up against the glass, her hair pulled tightly in Stacy’s fist and she gasped.\n\n“You fucking love it don’t you you whore?!?” Stacy spat at her as she whimpered, her breasts squashed into the cold glass.\n\n“Yes Sister, I love it!” She said, feeling her heart racing.\n\nStacy smiled and relaxed her grip a little, “You really are a little slut… Get dressed and go home, we’ve got a surprise waiting for you in the morning.”\n\n\n***\n\n\nStacy had to admit, this pledge was determined. She hated her guts, but she still had to follow the sorority rules or risk being kicked out herself. As she watched the pledge heading to the door she thought about what they had planned for her.\n\nThe more she thought about it, the more she started to like the idea of keeping the girl around, using her and making her do all her work for her. \n\nShe didn’t like her enough to feel bad for what they were going to do though… how they would rig it so that they could decide who got her. She smiled and pulled the blind on the window closed. She was going to enjoy this.\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n“Stand up straight pledge!” Stacy barked, and she straightened her back, eyes staring forward. “Why have you still got your clothes on?” \n\n“Sorry, Sister” She said, hastily stripping out of her jeans and t-shirt whilst the two girls watched. Once she was totally naked, her clothes in a pile on the floor, Rebecca came up behind her, slipping a blindfold over her eyes, and her world went completely dark. A few seconds passed as she heard the sound of her own breath, then the girls grabbed an arm each, dragging her to wherever they were taking her. The front door opened and she felt the cold air rush across her naked body as she was dragged outside, her feet hurting as she was forced over the hard concrete. She was thrown in the back of a car, one of the girls still tightly gripping her arm.\n\nHer heart was racing, where were they taking her? She didn’t have to wait long to find out.\n\nShe was roughly dragged out of the car and her other arm was grabbed again by Stacy. She heard voices and a few cheers as she was dragged around through a back entrance. She’d been here before. Her heart was in her mouth as she was pulled up the steps to what she knew was the school amphitheatre. She’d waited on these steps a few weeks prior, ready to walk out into the open air stage and perform with the orchestra. She struggled instinctively, trying to pull back but more hands were shoving her now and the posse stumbled out of the wings onto the stage, her naked body visible to the whole world. \n\nThere were loud cheers and jeers from the crowd and woops of excitement from the stands. She felt a rush of horror as she began to understand what was happening. The fear didn’t last long, and, with adrenaline pumping through her, she realised that she was the horniest, the most turned on, she’d ever been in her life. \n\nHer hands were roughly forced into restraints, and she stood, hands above her head, legs slightly apart, on the stage as Stacy started to speak into a microphone.\n\n“Thank you. Thank you. Quiet please” the audience fell quiet as Stacy continued “As you all know, it’s tradition for the Alpha Omega sorority to once a year, auction off our sluttiest pledge...”\n\nAs the words sunk in, with the restraints still holding her in place, she gasped. Rebecca let out a snigger next to her as Stacy kept talking.\n\n“Today we have a fine specimen.” The eyes of the auditorium burnt through the pledge as she felt her cheeks flush red. “Awww, isn’t she cute” She said, her voice mocking as her words bounced around the stadium.\n\n“Let’s get on with it shall we?... Do I hear, oh I don’t know… One dollar?” The crowd laughed and jeered again. \n\n“Going for one dollar to the fuckboy in the blue hat” The crowd laughed, they were enjoying this a lot. “Any advance on one dollar?” The auditorium was silent. “Going once, going twice, Sold!” Stacy said gleefully.\n\nOne dollar? Was she really a one dollar slut? She thought to herself. Her hands were released and she instinctivly rubbed her wrists. Suddenly the blindfold was pulled off and she blinked in the bright sunshine. She felt a rush of embarrassment as she saw the faces all looking at her exposed body. She quickly looked down as the auction winner approached them, stepping up onto the stage.\n\n“Here’s her stuff” Said Rebecca, handing him a bag with the clothes she had stripped out of what seemed like a lifetime ago, “guess that belongs to you now”. He reached in, pulling out her purse, and yanking out a bill. \n\n“There you go” He said, handing the one dollar bill to Stacy. Great, now she’d paid out of her own pocket for some bitch to sell her to some random guy.\n\nHe came closer to her, looming over her, and grabbed her by the hair. She whimpered and grabbed at his hands weakly as he spoke.\n\n“Oh I think I’m going to have fun with you…”\n\n***\n\nE: [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/ay5j00/sorority_auction_part_2/?)\n\nHope you enjoyed, may do a part two if this is well received."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A straight woman falls for a gay man, who falls for a bisexual man, who fell for the straight woman. They manage to make it work out somehow.
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"content": "Liz looked out of the gondola window and stared at the skiers below. She was anxious to hit the slopes this morning to shake off last night's restless sleep. The chalet she split with Brett and Charlie as cozy enough, right down to the cedar-smelling blankets, but she hated herself for chasing down goals that were unattainable. \n\nBrett was just her type: tall and toned, looking like the Brawny guy's younger hipster brother. They spent weekends browsing the antique-laden towns in New England and she threw out every signal she could think of, short of ripping off her pants, to get him to notice her more amorously. She should have realized he was gay sooner, but it took them killing a pitcher of sangria at a cookout last summer for Brett to spell it out for her in terms she couldn't misunderstand. \n\nBrett looked like he was also gazing out the window but he was secretly watching Charlie's reflection. He knew it was childish, to fawn over his friend but he couldn't help it. Charlie was too funny, too precious, too tender to be single, but it was true, he was unattached. When they talked last night, it became apparent that Charlie was flattered by Brett's flirty compliments, but he held a torch for Liz. Brett sighed. If they stayed together, none of them would ever be satisfied.\n\nThe gondola slowed and lurched with a loud creak, then stopped near a post. Liz lost her balance for a moment and fell back into the bench, next to Charlie. She looked over to him, and he was blushing, redder than what the cold weather could be blamed for.\n\n\"Uh, sorry for the disruption folks,\" a voice in the tiny speaker said. \"We need to clean up a small mechanical issue with a gondola at the base, we'll have you going again in a few minutes. Thanks everybody.\"\n\n\"I guess we're stuck,\" Charlie said, looking at Liz. She put her hand on his lap and pushed herself back to the center of the gondola. Despite wearing snow pants, Charlie felt a jolt of excitement where her hand had been. He stared at Liz and felt the pang of unrequited lust simmering in his chest. \n\n\nBrett noticed his facial expression and said, \"I think we need to talk. We've been friends for a while now so I feel like we can be honest with each other, okay? Can we be honest?\"\n\nLiz and Charlie nodded. \"Go ahead Brett, what do you want to say?\"\n\n\"I really like you Charlie,\" Brett started. \"I always have. Back when you were with Steven, I secretly wished I could steal you away, and when he broke up with you, I waited to give you some space.\"\n\n\"Thanks,\" Charlie said. \"I needed time to learn how to trust someone intimately again. In fact I didn't start feeling those emotions again until I worked with you, Liz, on the Smith project.\"\n\nLiz gawked, wide-eyed at Charlie. \"I, I didn't know you felt that way, Charlie. I thought you were gay.\"\n\n\"Bi,\" Charlie corrected her.\n\n\"Okay, bisexual. That whole time we worked late hours, into the weekends, and you never let on. Why is that?\"\n\n\"Because I was afraid of rejection,\" he replied. \"The same reason you don't tell Brett how you feel about him.\"\n\n\"Charlie! I told you that in confidence!\" she exclaimed. \"Brett, I'm sorry, I know I'm not... *your type* and I would never want you to feel uncomfortable. I cherish what we have as friends too.\"\n\n\"But... \" Brett continued.\n\n\"But I wish we could be more,\" Liz confessed.\n\n\"So how are we going to make this work?\" Charlie asked. \n\n\"I have an idea,\" Liz said. \"Both of you come here,\" she commanded. They rose from the benches and stood close in the center of the gondola. She put her hand under Charlie's chin and said, \"Let's play telephone.\" She kissed him tenderly and heard his sharp gasp trapped in his chest. \n\nShe turned around to Brett. \"Incoming message,\" she said softly, then kissed him as well. Brett's copper colored beard and mustache tickled her lips but felt as hot as she had ever imagined. She moaned and lingered there for a moment until he broke off the kiss.\n\n\"Let me send my reply,\" Brett said, smiling. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she let him explore it, dancing with his adept muscle. Charlie grabbed her shoulders and spun her around into a kiss of his own, melding their lips.\n\nThey traded back and forth, getting more aroused until they couldn't stand the heat in their snow suits. The boys unzipped they pants and Liz knelt in between them as Charlie's and Brett's cocks sandwiched her face.\n\nShe loved how both of them smelled different. Charlie was more musky, while Brett must have used a skin product because his mound smelled like roses. She took one in each hand and slowly stroked them, getting them nice and hard. They both groaned, each putting an arm on their shoulders, as she felt them stiffen. \n\nBrett grabbed the back of Charlie's head and pulled him in for a kiss and Charlie leaned into it. They kissed and smiled, giggling like children while Liz massaged their cocks. \"Oh god, she's really good at that,\" Brett remarked with shallow breathes.\n\n\"I'm the fucking best, and don't you forget it,\" she said, then slipped Brett's cock into her mouth. Brett looked up at the sky as he felt her hot mouth tighten around him. She had a playful touch, expertly licking his head in circles with the flat of her tongue. Brett closed his eyes and nuzzled Charlie's neck, letting his imagination wander.\n\nCharlie gasped when Liz switched and took him into her mouth. She tugged on his balls, making him twitch, while Brett's hot breath on his neck made him squirm. He didn't know how long he could last with pleasure radiating over his body. He placed his hand on Liz's head as she slipped in an out, moaning on his wet shaft. \n\nLiz wanted to try something new. She grabbed each of their asses with her hands and nudged them closer, until their slick cocks collided. She smiled at the sight of their dicks glistening with her spit and she fit them both into her mouth. Charlie and Brett groaned as she licked in between them, under their most sensitive areas under their heads. \n\nCharlie's hips began to buck as he reached his climax first. The first spurt hit the roof of Liz's mouth and dribbled down her tongue. Brett was not far behind, shooting his load into the back of Liz's throat. She pulled back and coughed a bit, exposing their cocks to the cold air as the men grunted and sat down, panting. \n\n\"Shit, that was hot,\" Brett said, pulling up his pants. \"Liz, you got skills.\"\n\n\"Fuck yeah, she does,\" Charlie concurred. \"You're an amazing kisser too, Brett.\"\n\nBrett crawled over to Charlie, who was still trying to button up. \"Let me give you some more sugar.\" He leaned in to kiss Charlie but then the gondola suddenly lurched forward, sending Brett backwards, his head landing into Liz's lap. \n\n\"Me first,\" she said, and smothered him with her lips. \n\nThe three of them laughed and skied all day, eagerly anticipating what fun they would have back at the cabin that night.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As shy, innocent young man and his dominant girlfriend decide to have sex for the first time.
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"content": "# How I Became Her's\n\nThe laptop lit the darkened bedroom as \"The Office\" played on Netflix while the rain pattered gently outside the window.\n\nI felt her warm body heat from our languid cuddling, relaxed from watching Jim's antics against Dwight in some episode we had both seen many times. We both laughed quietly while we stared at Dwight's reaction to his stapler encased in jello before the room returned to the sounds of rain and Netflix.\n\nAfter a few minutes, my girlfriend turned to me and asked, \"Hey, this is getting pretty boring. Wanna make out?\"\n\nMy heart hammered in my chest. \"What? S-so suddenly?\" I asked.\n\n\"Well, we've already been dating for a week, silly! Besides, we've already kissed a few times already, \" she said, playfully punching my arm. \n\n\"Did you really think I *only* invited you over to watch Netflix?\" she smirked slyly. \n\n\"Oh...OH! Y-you want to do *that*?\" I stammered in shock.\n\n\"C'mon, no need to be so shy!\" she exclaimed before pulling me close.\n\n\"Yes, I want to have sex with you.\" she said as she pushed the laptop aside on the bed and straddled me.\n\n\"Unless, you don't want to?\" she whispered\n\n\"N-no, I've wanted that too. I...I just didn't know how it would happen.\" I shakily said.\n\n\"Besides, you already know, I, um, I've never had sex before, so, uh, how do we begin?\"\n\nMy face burned, both from how awkward I felt from the hardness in my pants and from the self-consciousness I had for being a virgin so long. \n\n\"Shhh\" she said putting a finger to my mouth to shush me. \"Let's just enjoy this.\"\n\nWith a subtle movement, her finger moved from my mouth to cup my face and her soft lips sucked mine. I savored her wet tongue in my mouth, seeing nothing but feeling her curves brush against my steaming body. \n\nOur moans filled the room, louder than the dialogue of The Office playing from the laptop. The way she gently nibbled my lip in between every time our tongues intertwined made me want more. Her soft skin under the thin t-shirt she wore made me want nothing more than to hold her longer.\n\nThe way her fingers moved down my body to feel my member made my heart skip faster than a bunny running from some predator. I felt almost like her prey but I *liked* it and I wanted nothing more than to be hers. No, I *was* hers in that very moment.\n\nI pulled her shirt off slowly as she stroked my manhood as we continued making out. I could not recall when she took off my pajama pants exactly, but my member bobbed and ebbed slickness like a dripping faucet. It did not take long for my shirt to follow suit and I felt the heat of her body more whenever she got close to my bared chest. \n\nHer fingers brushed my ears sending shivering pleasure down my spine as her other hand stroked my shaft. I was clay in her hands and she, the sculptor; together, we would make something beautiful.\n\nMy hands moved down her curves and I slowly pulled off her pajama pants. Her mouth had moved on from my mouth to whisper, \"Suck on my neck.\"\n\nI obliged, feeling her body and sucking her neck with gentle kisses as her moans filled the room. One of her hands stroked me as her other hand guided my fingers to her mound. \n\nEverything came naturally to me, from the way my hand brushed her love-button eliciting moans to the way my mouth sucked. Nothing felt more *right* than that moment. \n\nMy left hand moved to groping her soft breasts as my right hand continued circling her womanhood like a wolf circling its prey. \n\n\"I want you inside me.\" she said, eyes full of lustful hunger. With a swift motion, she slid off her panties and I felt my piece slide inside a world of pleasure. \n\nHeat radiated from between our legs as the sensations of being surrounded by a tight wetness made my mind go numb. I could not resist the moans which escaped my throat to join hers in a chorus of pleasure. I grasped her legs as she rode me while her fingers pinched into my skin. My tip tingled with pleasure as it slid in and out of her while I could barely hold on.\n\n\"I-I'm about to f-finish.\" I uttered with the last of my restraint. \n\nShe pulled me out and whiteness splattered on her breasts and on my chest. \n\n\"S-sorry if that was so soon!\" I spat out. She sexily wiped the wetness from her breasts and licked it before snickering.\n\n\"It's fineeeee! Besides, it's kinda hot that you couldn't resist me. Just make sure you *finish the job*.\"\n\nWith that, she pushed me down and crawled around, licking up the drops from my chest until her mouth was over my member.\n\n\"Why don't you eat me out for a bit while I clean you off?\", she whispered seductively. \n\nMy mouth lapped at her wetness as her tongue tickled the end of my sensitive tip until her moans filled the air and she screamed, \"I-I'M C-CUMMIN-AAAAAAAA\" \n\nThe room went silent as the theme song for the next episode of The Office played to the sound of pattering rain. We cuddled in the nude and it was at that moment, I realized, I was her's. \"I love you, babe.\" I whispered into her ear as we stared at the laptop. \n\n\"I love you too.\" and with a kiss, we held onto each other as the next episode began."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two really awkward and shy friends admit their deep love for the other.
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"content": "Waves rolled up the beach in a surge of foam, filling the air with a continuous soft roar. A steady, slightly chilly breeze tugged at their hair, bringing with it the smell of salt. In the distance, the sun was half-buried on the horizon, falling from the glorious orange sky into the water. Both of them were silent, watching the sunset, sitting close to each other but not touching. One by one, their friends had offered various excuses and slipped away, leaving them alone. Together. In a very romantic scene.\n\n\nShe knew. He knew. All their friends knew. Basically anyone that saw the two of them together knew. That should have made it easier. It didn’t. The words that she had practiced over and over again in the mirror remained stuck in her throat, leaving her chest tight.\n\n\nHe put his hand down next to hers on the blanket, as near as it could be without touching. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin. She swallowed hard, staring at the ocean, and moved her pinky so it rested over his. It was just silly. Just a joke. They weren’t holding hands, they were holding fingers, haha…\n\n\nShe realized her heart was pounding. Deep breaths did nothing except make her feel like she was going to hyperventilate. She wanted so badly to say something - anything - before this moment was lost, like so many others.\n\n\n“Um-” he began.\n\n\n“I love you,” she blurted, then immediately went red. She squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers digging into the blanket. It felt like she couldn’t breathe. *Why, why, why?! I’m such an idiot…*\n\n\nHe put his hand over hers. It was incredibly warm. Hope, that evil little creature, made her heart flutter. She found the courage to peek at him, finding his face as pink as hers felt. He gave her a slight nod, managing to whisper, “I love you too.”\n\n\n“Oh my God,” she breathed, giddy with relief. It was like a massive weight had been lifted off her chest. “Oh- Oh my God. I… I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you I love you I love you!”\n\n\nShe was almost bouncing up and down, and he smiled, still blushing. “I love you.”\n\n\n“Eee!” She did a happy little wiggle, squeezing his hand and beaming ear to ear. “I can’t believe it took us so long to say that!” After a moment, she stilled, a cloud of nervousness overshadowing her excitement as she turned to met his gaze. “Um. There’s something else I’ve wanted to do for like, ever. I- I can’t think of a better time than this.”\n\n\n“Me either,” he murmured, staring into her eyes. \n\n\nWithout either one of them really making the first move, they leaned closer to each other, eventually bringing their lips together in a soft, clumsy kiss.\n\n\n----\n\n\nI really like this prompt, hopefully this short thing somewhat does it justice. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Fetishization of people is not a strictly human trait, it turns out. After a few strange moments in the bedroom with your alien SO, you start to wonder if perhaps they are only with you because of some pretty far-out stereotypes
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"content": "\"Are you sure you want this?\" Eve asked Tobeg. It was going to be their first time making love, its first time with a human. Galactic college was a time to learn many new things. She lovingly stroked its chest, well above her head. \"We don't have to, you know.\"\n\n\"No, I want to, I really do,\" Tobeg pleaded. \"I'm just... I'm just nervous.\"\n\n\"You have nothing to be nervous about, baby.\" Eve cooed. \"I'll be like a tour guide. You're not going to miss any of the hot spots.\"\n\nTobeg could smell her sincerity and drew her in for another embrace. \"Okay, love. I'm all yours. Show me the way.\"\n\nEve led it to the bed and she began to strip out of her clothes. As she peeled off her sweatshirt and top, Tobeg's olfactory sensors caught every movement with depth and clarity. The sultry mix of her scents had an immediate affect on it, and Eve watched its skin dimple in arousal. She flung her bra onto its head and it moaned with delight.\n\n\"That's right, Tobeg,\" she said. \"I want you to smell me, smell me hard and deep, till you can't take it anymore.\"\n\nTobeg didn't know how Eve was so experienced with Gallen anatomy, but it didn't care. In that moment, Eve was a goddess. It felt the rush of blood fill its proboscis, stiffening on its head.\n\nEve peeled off her panties and felt her pussy. She was getting wetter at the thought of playing with Tobeg's trunk. She dabbed her wet slit with both hands until they were slick, then smeared her cream into the two pockets under Tobeg's neck. They shivered under her touch, opening and closing erratically as it drew in her fingers. \n\nEve straddled its long, thin form at its shoulders. \"Are you ready?\" she whispered. Tobeg nodded and Eve slid forward until its proboscis rubbed against her clit. She began to slowly grind into it, feeling the smooth, ribbed texture against her swollen nub. She let her pussy drop into its soft mouth, feeling its tender flesh against hers. \n\nEve lifted herself onto her knees and positioned the end of its trunk at her entrance and gently dropped onto it. She moaned as Tobeg's flared appendage slid further into her hot pussy. She held onto the headboard and began to ride it slowly, letting it find the rhythm with her. Eve suddenly felt like something was off.\n\n\"What's wrong, baby?\" she asked as she pulled herself off. \"Did that feel good?\"\n\n\"It felt great, Eve,\" it replied. \"It's just, I didn't think you were enjoying it?\"\n\nEve was surprised. \"What do you mean? Your nose felt so good inside me. Couldn't you smell it?\"\n\n\"Yeah, it's just... you weren't cross-eyed with your tongue out,\" it said nervously. \"I thought all women did that when it was, you know... good.\"\n\nEve laughed and fell over backwards onto its torso. \"You think *ahegao* is a real thing?\" She rolled over to the bed and laid beside Tobeg, stroking its wet orifices. \"Were you also expecting my tits to inflate?\"\n\n\"Um, they don't?\" it asked sheepishly.\n\n\"No, doofus, they do not. In fact let's clear the air, shall we?\" Eve felt under its neck until she found Tobeg's sensitive gland and gently squeezed it. \"Tell me what you think sex with women is like. We'll start again when you get something right.\"\n\nTobeg ached under her touch, its nerves going haywire. It could barely concentrate but tried to remember.\n\n\"W-women like getting oh... fucked deep until the penis comes out of your mouth. What you call 'spit roasted,' oh mmm,\" it moaned.\n\n\"That's not what spit roasting is,\" Eve replied, giggling. \"And that's not how women's anatomy works.\"\n\nTobeg's skin began to pulsate, turning smooth and dimpled as it became more and more aroused. \"Ohh- Bigger breasts can defy gravity, f-fuck... women can squirt 200% more fluid ungh... than their own body mass.\"\n\n\"Sorry, to disappoint you, but that's not true either.\" Eve began to stroke its trunk while playing with its nostrils. She loved how it reacted to her touch.\n\n\"Women love to feel filled,\" it said with a husky voice. \"Oh god I feel like I'm going to explode!\"\n\nEve mounted it again, dropping all the way down to its face. \"Fuck, that's close enough,\" she said and rode it hard. She bit her lip as Tobeg's trunk curled inside her, rubbing her G-spot in a way no human ever could. \n\nTobeg pulled her backwards, pinning her shoulders between its legs, her spread legs in the air. Tobeg thrust down into her, bobbing its head to her excited moans. She drenched his proboscis with each slide up and down until they both climaxed together, collapsing on the bed.\n\n\"Oh god, you were terrific Tobeg,\" she sighed, kissing him. \"I love how you Gallen can touch me like that.\"\n\nTobeg sat up and smelled her satisfaction. \"What do you mean, *you Gallen*?\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your SO can shrink at will. Today they decided to hide in your underwear and surprise you at work.
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"content": "Jill's phone vibrated on her desk, loud as a jackhammer as she sipped her morning coffee and organized her day planner. She didn't recall setting a reminder, but there it was: \"Are you ready for Casual Friday?\" She dismissed the notification and returned to staring at her monitor. *Aubrey has been fucking with my phone again*, she thought. The real estate office let their employees come into work in jeans and clean shirts on Fridays, but Jill still liked wearing the power suit, in case a client wanted a meeting. Moreover, Aubrey watched her set out her clothes on the bed that morning.\n\nAnother reminder notification appeared: \"All work and no play makes Jill...\"\n\n\"Makes Jill what?\" she said aloud. She was even more annoyed by the reminder because Aubrey knew that she didn't know how to disable them. Between the two of them, Jill was the most clueless about technology. As she felt the heat of frustration build in her face, she also began to feel it somewhere else. \n\nJill fidgeted in her office chair. She felt a faint itch, like a single misplaced hair, rubbing between her legs. She was embarrassed but needed to make an adjustment. She looked around to make sure no one was around, then reached under her waistband.Jill's fingers slide through her tuft of pubic hair, looking for the errant strain and landed on top of her hood. She felt dirty, touching herself at work, but strangely excited. Jill kept her finger down there and made small circles, feeling her clit swell with arousal.\n\nWhen her phone buzzed again, she almost lept out of her chair. Another prank reminder: \"Team Jill meeting.\" She wiped her hands with a paper napkin but was surprised to feel her clit still throb, as if she were still playing with herself. The pressure mounted and Jill held onto the foam armrests as her clit was rubbed and rolled on its own. She let out a soft moan then slapped her hand across her mouth to keep quiet.\n\nHer phone buzzed again, this time the reminder had a picture. It was Aubrey, naked on a large pink blanket with white lace edging. The reminder said, \"Waterslide.\"\n\nJill almost hit her head on the desk as she felt something definitely substantial sliding up and over her whole pussy. The force massaged her clit while spreading her lips, now sticky with her own cream. When she felt something penetrate her, she finally realized what what happening.\n\n\"Aubrey are you fucking crazy?\" she whispered angrily under her desk. That wasn't a pink blanket, that was Jill's panties, the pair she was currently wrecking thanks to Aubrey's tiny form. Her words didn't slow Aubrey down. It felt like she was holding onto Jill's delicate folds and dipping herself into her pussy, like a swimmer bobbing up and down in the water. Jill squeezed and spread her legs uncontrollably as Aubrey played her like a fiddle.\n\nJill had an idea. She set her phone to a vibrate alarm, one that would not stop until she pressed a button, then slid the phone between the seat and her crotch. \"Two can play at this game, Aubrey,\" she said. As the phone vibrated, Jill felt the jolts of pleasure cascade in her legs, ass, and loins. Aubrey must have been affected too, because the mystery force stopped thrusting. \n\nJill rode that edge for a few more minutes before scooping up the phone and running for the bathroom. \"Get the fuck out of there!\" she exclaimed as she pulled her pants down in the stall. She looked at the slick mess of her panties and saw a dark dot grow, until Aubry stood by her, wet and naked.\n\n\"That was a dirty trick,\" Aubrey complained, looking at the still-buzzing phone. \n\n\"You should talk!\"\n\n\"No I shouldn't,\" Aubrey said, then kissedg her partner lovingly. She placed a finger in Jill's pussy again and said, \"I should finish the job.\"\n\nBefore Jill had time to react, Aubrey shrunk again and slipped inside. Jill's eyes widened then rolled back as Aubrey swam inside her pussy, stroking her slick walls and folds. Jill collapsed on the closed seat and propped a leg against the door, then played with her clit. She knew when she'd been beaten and waited for her climax to arrive. She didn't have to wait long.\n\n\"F-fuck!\" she exclaimed and looked down to see tiny Aubrey, the size of a Barbie doll, dipping in her pussy. Jill's muscles tightened around Aubrey's hips as the orgasm rippled through her body. \n\nAubrey lept out again as Jill's muscles relaxed. She looked as satisfied as Jill, dabbing her face with a tissue. \n\n\"Did you even bring a change of clothes?\" Jill asked. \n\n\"I know you brought your gym stuff,\" Aubrey said smiling. She gave Jill another passionate kiss and whispered, \"See you at home,\" then shrank into nothingness again.\n\n\"You know what,\" Jill said aloud, \"I think I'm going to call out for the rest of the day. Suddenly I feel exhausted.\" She picked up her things and headed for the parking lot.\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hot Water, Candles, And Suds
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"content": "Steam filled the bathroom as Lana turned the faucet on the tub as hot as she could bear. She'd been looking forward to this all week, even taking the initiative to prepare herself a basket of everything she'd need. Next to the tub was a wicker basket containing a bottle of red wine, a romance novel, scented soaps and bath oils, and her waterproof vibrator, just in case. As the water reached near the edge of the tub, Lana let her thin silk robe fall to the floor in a graceful pile, turned off the running water and stepped in, waiting only a second or two as her body adjusted to the heat before sinking in as the water rose to her neck. Ah, it was heavenly. \n\nAs the warmth surrounded her, Lana collected herself. She glanced at the bath oils in the basket beside her. It read \"Sensual Rejuvenation - Use no more than 50mL per session.\" The salesman had told her it was an aphrodisiac, but Lana sincerely doubted that, probably just a marketing ploy. She only bought it for the scent - lilac and gooseberries, her favorite.\n\nShe poured a few drops on her hand and rubbed it up and down her arms. The smell was intoxicating. After a moment of consideration, she began to drizzle the remainder of the vial directly on her chest. After all, 50mL was hardly noticeable. Slowly Lana massaged the oil down her breasts, her fingers gently grazing over her now erect nipples. Her breaths grew deep and her grip tightened as the oil seeped into her pores. Maybe the salesman wasn't lying as much as she had thought. \n\nLana went to grab her book and opened to the bookmarked page in an effort to distract herself, but found that it was becoming harder for her to concentrate on the words on the page. Instead her thoughts wandered to herself, to her body. She was acutely aware of the tingling sensation that was now rushing through her. It started in her arms and had moved through her breasts and was headed for her hips and ass. Perhaps some wine would calm her down. She poured a full glass and raised it to her lips. As she finished a long sip, the tingling sensation was reaching her legs. Her breath quickened with the thought of what would inevitably come next. Her thoughts were a mix of trepidation and excitement as the sensation built along her lower half.\n\nAnd then it hit her like a freight train. Lana could tell immediately why the bottle recommended such a low dose. The only thoughts she could form were how badly she needed to be stimulated. She practically dove for the basket, almost knocking over her wine, but that was the last thing on her mind right now. Lana retrieved the vibrator and immediately turned it up to 4 before bringing it beneath the water. She held the vibrator against her clit with one hand, and grabbed her breast with the other, pinching and rolling her nipple to the rhythm of the vibrator. But it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed desperately to climax.\n\nLana turned the vibrator up as high as it would go. The toy was shaking so vigorously that even at its depth it was creating miniature waves on the surface. Lana took her free hand and plunged two fingers deep into her vagina and let out a high, trembling squeal. Everything else in the room blurred out from her mind as she continued to finger herself. Now with three fingers. Now four. Lana was practically screaming in ecstasy as she came harder than she remembered ever before. She sank back into the water, floating on the surface as her muscles unclenched and a fuzzy haze came over her being. Lana decided she would have to take baths like this more often - and next time she would be prepared."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Dude bros, that chemistry chick made us moonshine!”
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"content": "Probably not where you expected this to go, but I couldn't help myself.\n\n--------------------------------------------------------\n\n“Dude Bros!” Aaron yells, throwing open the front door of the frat house. \n\n\nHis three fraternity brothers look up from the tv with little interest. In the year since Aaron had pledged the frat, everyone had grown tired of his verbosity and hyper masculine ways. It’s like, come on. It’s 2019. But Aaron still insisted on bragging about shagging some freshy every weekend and rarely missed an opportunity to expound on how much he hated “those gays”. Secretly, the brothers of Sigma Nu had agreed that Aaron was most likely compensating for something and privately decided to support him through his period of discovery. \n\n\n“Fucking Moonshine boys!” Aaron vaults over the back of the couch, landing squarely between Matt and Bryce, and kicking the coffee table in the process. \n\n\n“Come on, man.” Bryce chides, reaching down to pick up a magazine that had fallen.\n\n\n“Whatever man. This chemistry bitch was making moonshine in her dorm, and I scored us some. Who wants a swig?” \n\n\nBefore the other guys can react, Aaron twists the mason jar’s golden ring off and tosses it away. He takes a deep chug, spilling clear liquid down his chin to dribble onto his tank top. Aaron wore a lot of tank tops.\n\n\n“Fucking-A! That’s what I’m talking about.” He passes the bottle to Matt, who sniffs the liquid suspiciously. \n\n\n“Aaron, I’m pretty sure this isn’t moonshine.”\n\n\n“Whatever, dude. You don’t fucking know. Don’t be a pussy.”\n\n\nMatt shrugs and takes a sip. “Yeah, definitely just shitty vodka.”\n\n\nHe offers the jar to Bryce, who takes it. He drinks and nods in agreement.\n\n\n“Yeah, that’s not moonshine.” \n\n\nAaron grabs the glass jar back. “Fuck you guys. More for me. You’re just little babies.” He takes another long swig, while the other guys pick their Xbox controllers back up and resume the game. \n\n\nSeveral minutes pass with only the playful banter of competitive men talking trash while shooting one another. \n\n\n“I don’t feel right, guys.” Aaron moans.\n\n\n“It’s probably that jar of shitty vodka you just drank, dumbass.” \n\n\n“No...no, guys. I feel different.” Aaron holds his hand in front of his face, looking at it quizzically. “Like...like this isn’t my body.” \n\n\n“Aaron, calm down. You’re ok. Go get some water or something.” Dylan counsels, ever the voice of reason. \n\n\n“No, I mean like. I suddenly don’t feel like me. Like, I’m…”. He swallows hard, looking around in bewilderment. “A girl or something.” \n\n\nMatt pauses the game and looks at his friend. “What?”\n\n\n“I mean like, you guys look...good. I don’t know. Like I’d...suck your cocks or something.”\n\n\nMatt, Dylan and Bryce all look at each other. “Guys, I think we need a quick meeting in the kitchen.” \n\n\nLeaving Aaron loudly complaining about his clothes being too restrictive, the three fraternity brothers quickly move to the next room. \n\n\n“You know we have to support him.” Bryce says to the other two with upturned palms.\n\n\n“I’m not really gay though.” Matt complains. \n\n\n“I know, but you got that handy from the Dr. Bender last semester to improve your grade. You came, didn’t you?”\n\n\nMatt can only nod. He did, in fact, cum. \n\n\n“Besides, we’re his brothers. He’s going through something and he needs our support.” \n\n\nThe three nod together. \n\n\nDylan, ever the voice of reason, speaks up, “Besides, a blowjob’s a blowjob”. All three smile. \n\n\nWhen they arrive back in the living room Aaron is stripped to the waste. He’s lying on his back moaning and moving his hand frantically inside his unbuttoned jeans. \n\n\n“She must have put some kind of spell on me! I think I need to make you all cum before it’ll go away!”\n\n\nMatt rolls his eyes so hard they almost fall out of his head. But Bryce clears his throat and looks squarely at him. Deliberately, he reaches up to pull down the waistband of his athletic shorts.\n\n\n“We’re here for you, buddy. Whatever you need.” He moves closer to the couch as his 8-inch hard cock pops free. \n\n\n“Wtf, dude. You’re already hard?” Matt whispers, but a quick glance from Bryce shuts him up.\n\n\n“Oh, God!” Aaron kisses the tip of his friend’s hard shaft. “I can’t believe the moonshine is making me do this.” \n\n\nWith unsure movements, Aaron parts his lips and takes the bulbous head between his lips. Bryce moans and leans in, feeding his shaft into Aaron’s mouth until the heads bulges obscenely against his cheek from the inside. \n\n\nBy now, Matt and Dylan have disrobed as well. Dylan thinks to lock the front door and draw the blinds, which leaves Matt simply hanging out by the couch tugging at his soft shaft. Thankfully, the deepest monkey parts of his brain are quickly spurred into action by Bryce’s soft moans and the sloppy sucking sounds of Aarons oral ministrations. \n\n\nBy the time Dylan arrives back at the couch, Matt has relieved Aaron of his jeans and the trio of college men have taken the party to the next level. Bryce reclines on a couch seat, while Aaron kneels between his legs. Matt has taken position behind Aaron’s mostly bare ass and is slipping a pair of lacy, lavender panties down Aaron’s backside when Dylan frees his own monster. \n\n\nPretense being well past now, Aaron’s eyes go wide. Bryce’s thick cock is no slouch, but Dylan’s beast wouldn’t look out of place on a bull. He sits heavily next to Bryce, and Aaron eagerly reaches out to grip him. \n\n\nAround this time, Matt has smeared a liberal coating of saliva onto Aaron’s virgin hole and is pressing the head of his shaft against the straining rosebud. Slowly, it yields, and Aaron gives a guttural moan, his lips now struggling around Dylan’s plum sized head. \n\n\nAs Matt works deeper, Bryce and Dylan enjoy Aaron’s learning curve. It’s hard to concentrate while being invaded, but he tries harder than he’s ever done in school. Bolstered by the alcohol, he throws himself into the experience, then pushes back against Matt’s cock, then forward again. \n\n\nIn no time, the trio have worked themselves into a rhythm. Matt’s hands gripping Aaron’s hips and pounding home with a slap of flesh. Aaron moving between the two hard cocks, tasting the tang of precum as Bryce moves closer to the edge. \n\n\nBobbing, Aaron suddenly feels hands in his hair, controlling his timing and then holding him in place. He barely hears Bryce groan, “Fucking take it,” over Matt’s slapping tempo, but there’s no doubt when the cock between his lips swells and cream coats his tongue. \n\n \n\nHe swallows instinctually, gulping it down as another wave hits. He feels it dribbling from the corners of his mouth before the stream slows and he eagerly cleans the remaining drops from Bryce’s softening cock. \n\n\nWell-timed, Matt thrusts forward one last time, and Aaron feels a heat pouring into his belly. His tight asshole hugs tightly around the base of Matt’s shaft, milking every drop of cum from the pulsating missile.\n\n\nThe gang collapses into a heap, Matt’s cock popping free to release an ooze of thick spunk down the back of Aaron’s thigh. For a moment, the room is still and silent, but for the rising and falling of chests and the panting breath of exhausted men. \n\n\n“Ahem”, Dylan coughs. Aaron looks up to see the remaining hard cock still throbbing angrily. He swallows hard and drags himself off the floor. \n\n\nHis knees are shaking as he turns around and carefully positions himself over Dylan’s lap. It takes a few tries, but lowering himself slowly, he feels the fat monster hit home, slipping into his sperm slickened asshole. \n\n\nJust the head almost makes his legs give out, eliciting a chuckle from quiet, reliable Dylan. With a determination usually reserved only for football and drinking, Aaron bites his lip and lowers his weight onto the monolith beneath him. \n\n\nIt pushes past his sphincter and stretches him wide. Thank God that Matt went first, he thinks, or this would be impossible. With short unsteady movements, he lifts and lowers, lifts and lowers, over and over, until it can well and truly be said that he’s fucking Dylan’s monster cock with his ass. \n\n\nHe can feel his own throbbing cock bobbing wildly between his thighs, and a familiar tingle grows in the pit of his stomach as he feels Dylan’s cock pressing into his prostate from the inside. It’s like a sledgehammer taking a perfect swing at one of those carnival games again and again, measuring maximum strength and ringing Aaron’s bell. \n\n\nHe can barely take in what’s happening, but he hears Dylan muttering beneath him. Something about taking it all like a good little slut. Asking who owns this ass and whether he wants the cum. \n\n\nAaron is beyond speech but nods and moans in assent. He feels Dylan releasing, another warm filling exploding inside him like a lustful volcano. It’s enough to finally loosen Aaron’s cork all the way. His swinging member erupts in a hail jizm, spewing unaimed rockets of spunk onto the coffee table and carpet. By the time the explosion ebbs, there’s a sizable wet spot on the couch and plenty of cleaning to do. \n\n\nAaron can only fall to one side on the couch and curl into a fetal position, the post orgasmic haze almost too much to handle. His fraternity brothers put a blanket over him and gather their clothes, proud to have supported their friend in his time of need. \n\n\nThey restart their video game, but hear Aaron mutter quitely, “Thanks bros. You’re good dudes.” \n\n\n“Sigma Nu for life, bro.” Dylan answers, and they all nod together. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You run into your former bully at your local BDSM scene - they as a submissive and you as a dominant. They're very apologetic about what they did to you in high school and offer you a chance at some belated revenge.
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"content": "I hadn’t been back to Homeville in well over ten years. My parents had downsized and moved south and my school friends had scattered across the country to attend college and pursue careers. I was driving around discovering all the changes a decade of development had brought to the sleepy little town and looking for a place to live. \n\nRt 6 had been extended to Meadville and some interesting, if scandalous, shops had popped up where it crossed old Rt. 9. The chance to advertise your location as ‘where the six meets the nine’ had brought a collection of adult bookstores, sex shops and massage parlors to the intersection. I decided to check out the sex shop to see if it could meet my needs. \n\nAs I entered I noticed a selection of lubricants displayed on shelves mounted across a blacked out window and found my brand. As I turned to look at the counter display behind me, a woman on the other side lifted her face. I immediately got that old feeling of dread in my gut. It was Candace. No question about it. That cute little upturned nose convinced me. It was Candace. Her Majesty, Candace, Queen of the *in* crowd.\n\nWhen I was in high school a clique of busty flirts felt that belittling the other girls secured their positions as sexiest girls in the school. Candace, their leader, had singled me out for some reason and subjected me to verbal and physical abuse nearly every school day. I think her insecurities made her pick me as her favorite target. My parents decided to to start me in kindergarten early because I was reading and doing my brother's second grade arithmetic problems. I was the youngest girl in my class and I was slow to fill out. The boys had no interest in dating me but they liked to talk to me, especially when the talk turned to help with math and science. I think that the blond bombshell thought I was competition. \n\nTime had treated me well. I was no longer the flat chested, hipless girl with the bad complexion and stringy hair. I no longer wore baggy clothes and slouched forward in the hope people would think my breasts were hidden in the folds of my shirt. I was an attractive and successful businesswoman. I stood tall, shoulders squared, and strode around the counter to confront my old nemesis. \n\n“Excuse me,” I said with a bit of edge in my voice, “You’re in my way.” I was looking for a fight. Candace looked up at me and blinked a few times before stammering something about being sorry. She moved to the side and I took a step closer and repeated my complaint, slowly and with a sneer on my lips. The confused woman stammered another apology but couldn’t move because I had her cornered in the angle of the display case. \n\nCandace had changed. I had expected defiance and attitude. Instead I faced a timid woman who was trying her best to avoid confrontation and conflict. It was an interesting development but it didn’t matter. I was going to grind her under my heel. Vengeance is mine, sayeth the scorned woman. I laughed and stood my ground, pulling my shoulders back to thrust my breasts toward her face. \n\n“You don’t recognize me do you Candace. It was high school.” She narrowed her eyes and peered into my face. “No, uh, wait! Boardo? I mean, uh, well …” I stood even straighter and said, “Yes, it’s Boardo, as in flat as a board. You don’t even remember my name. Do you?” \n\nCandace went beet red and began to apologize. She begged my forgiveness. She said she regretted her behavior in high school and wished she could undo all the terrible things she said, all the awful things she had done. I just let her run on until she ran out of steam. She lowered her eyes and I was sure she licked her lips as they fell on my breasts. I picked up a riding crop from the counter and waved it about a bit before I tapped her under the chin with the tip. \n“Up here Candy. My face is up here!” I saw a fleeting look in her eye and knew she was mine for the taking. “Say my name, Candy! Who am I? Who did you persecute for four years?” She stammered and then begged forgiveness. “Please, Miss. I know I was cruel and thoughtless. Please, isn’t there something I can do to make it up to you.” I frowned as if deep in thought and pulled the crop away from her chin. She immediately lowered her eyes pretending to look contrite but I could see her lick her lips again while staring at my breasts. “How can you make it up to me? What can you do to make amends for four years of bullying?” Candace raised her eyes to mine and said, “Anything you want me to, Miss, uh, Mistress.”\n\n*** \n\nCandace was right on time. I opened the door, took her chin in my hand and told her to be early in the future to ensure she didn’t keep me waiting. She said, “Yes.” I slapped her face lightly and asked, “Yes, what?” Without a blink she said, “Yes, Mistress.” This was going to be fun! \n\nI had Candace strip in the small foyer and put her clothes in the closet. Then I locked the closet door, ran the tip of my riding crop from her shoulder down her back and around the curve of her ass. I strode into the living room and ordered her to stand on the coffee table.\n\n“Ok, Candy. Turn around and show me what you have to offer. That’s right, yes, turn but move too. Do a little dance for me.” I pressed a button on the remote and told her to move to the music. “Oh, come on! Surely you can do better than that.” I reached behind the sofa and retrieved a wooden yardstick. “Oh my, what a little fatty you have become. Look at the flab jiggle when I poke you with this stick. Here, and here and, oh my, look at your big, fat ass. Look at it jiggle when I slap it with this stick.” Candace winced at the impact. I smiled and started getting wet. \n\n“Ok, let’s just forget about the dancing, klutz. Come into the bedroom and we’ll start designing your workout. Now everything I ask of you will be for my pleasure, understood?” Candy’s answer was very clear. “Yes, Mistress. I understand I have a lot to make up for. I know the only way I can even come close is to do anything you want me to do.” \n\n“Let's start with some modified squats to tone up your buns and thighs.” I positioned Candy with her palms flat on the bed and feet spread. I had her very slowly bend her knees to lower her hips. After a few repetitions, I ran my hand over her gluteal muscles and gave her a sharp slap on the ass when her knees were straight. “See! That’s jiggle! Jiggle means loose muscles and fat. With some work we will turn that ugly jiggle into a nice firm shake. Now again! Give me some more.” This time I ran my hand up along her inner thighs as her legs parted. “Can you feel the tightness here. Yes, stop! Just hold that position for me.” My fingers strayed a bit and I could feel her wetness. “Oh, I think you are enjoying these squats.” When she was spread wide with her pussy just waiting to be taken I cupped her. “Stop! Hold position there until I move my hand. Yes that’s right.” I loved watching her legs shake as I held her in a half squat, working my fingers into her soft folds. She was obviously enjoying my manipulations. I grinned because I was sure she hadn’t a clue that I was going to stop just the slightest bit too early. “Yes, and now up! That's it! Let’s do that a few more times.” \n\nI decided it was time to switch to another exercise when my pussy started to scream for attention. I had Candace get on the bed on her back while I sat astride her facing her feet and held her legs down. She was to raise her head and shoulders up and hold position until I told her to relax. She came up on command until I felt her face rub my dripping pussy. After a few sit ups I made her chore easier by lowering myself until my snatch hovered just above her lips. I laughed and told her to relax her body but exercise her tongue. My hands tortured her pussy but stopped just before she reached climax. \n\nAfter I climaxed I slumped forward to rest a few moments before I swung around and pulled my top off. I leaned forward to drape my breasts over her face, letting her find my nipples with her lips but pulling away when she tried to latch on. I remembered how she had stared at my tits. A taste, I thought, would give her some motivation for the next exercise which had nothing to do with improving her fitness and everything to do with satisfying my lust. \n\nI worked my knees up higher and higher until my pussy was near her face and my legs pinned her arms down. I looked down at her face, into her hungry eyes and reminded her she existed only for my pleasure. Then I grabbed her golden hair and pulled her face into my already throbbing cunt. \n\nI took my time, pacing myself, letting my arousal build. When I rested I thought of the years of pain and suffering this bitch had cause me. I found myself dredging up events I had forgotten. I looked down at that pretty face and wondered at the horrors it had conjured. Then, my breath caught and my eyes rolled back into my head as I rammed that face into me and ground my pussy on the evil beauty’s nose and chin and mouth. I felt her valiantly trying to push her tongue into my cunt. \n\nIt was cathartic. My orgasm was very intense and very long. I had the little death and could neither hear or see. It was the natural high. I was in heaven. I had left the hell that was high school behind. \n\nAs my senses recovered I realized I had to return to earth. I had a task to complete. As I pushed back and uncovered that face, eyes closed and mouth still seeking my lower lips for a final kiss, tongue searching for my cunt, I was filled with emotions very different from the rage that powered my revenge. \n\nI gathered Candace up in my arms. I placed my breast at her lips and held her. Then I slipped my finger into her slit and brought her to climax. \n\nThat was well over ten years ago."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The locals love their vampire lord, sure she needs the occasional damsel to sustain herself, but it's either that or paying taxes, besides the damsels are treated very well.
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"content": "Contains: some orgasm control, slight dominant/submissive, and a vampire drinking blood during sex.\n\n\n------\n\n\nI rapped on the heavy wooden door, my heart in my throat. As if someone had been standing on the other side, a bolt instantly slid across and the hinges creaked, spilling warm lamp-light onto the snow. There were a pair of shiny black shoes in front of me; good shoes, expensive shoes, shoes that probably were worth more than what I made in a month. I couldn’t bear to look up at who was wearing them.\n\n\n“I’ve been waiting for you,” a soft voice purred, a finger touching my chin and gently but insistent lifting it until I faced her. She had skin comparable to the snow and raven-black hair that came down in waves over her shoulders, dressed in a suit that was fashionable if unbecoming for a lady. I still did not dare to meet her eyes, red like dying coals.\n\n\n“I- I’m sorry, my lady, the- the snow-” My stammering voice made clouds in the frigid night air; hers, I noticed, did not.\n\n\n“Don’t worry about it, darling. And don’t call me ‘my lady,’ you are a guest here. Call me Evelyne.” She reached out, taking my hand and going down on one knee before me. “May I have the honor of your name?”\n\n\nI was already rosy-cheeked from the cold, but seeing the lady of the land kneeling before me to beg my name colored my face with fresh blood. I opened my mouth and stared wordlessly at her for a few moments before sputtering, “A-A-Alice.”\n\n\n“*Alice,*” she purred, pressing her cool lips to my hand before standing up and giving me a stunning, noticeably-fanged smile. “Are you hungry?”\n\n\nI started to shake my head, then hesitated. I *was* hungry, but I had no idea if I could eat anything right now. Would it be a worse insult to refuse her hospitality or to struggle to consume her food?\n\n\nVery slightly, I nodded, and her full, perfect lips curved down. My heart stuttered in my chest before she said, “Don’t be so quiet, I enjoy your voice.”\n\n\n“Y-Yes,” I managed. She smiled again, giving my hand a squeeze and beginning to lead me down the stone brick corridor. Hanging lamps lit the way, but I noticed adjoining hallways and doors were dark; this path had lights for my benefit and mine alone.\n\n\nThe decoration was rather scarce. If I had to say what I’d been expecting, I would have said tapestries and oil paintings, but the walls were barren and dusty. When we reached the dining hall, that impression held true; the space that could have held ten tables and dozens of people had only a single table with a pair of ornate chairs, as well as a small fire in the hearth to take the chill from the air. She led me over, pulling out my seat and helping me out of my wool cloak before taking her own chair. I felt extremely under-dressed in the simple dress that was the best clothing I owned as she fixed me with a steady stare.\n\n\nThe fare spread before us was… not what I’d expected. She was undoubtedly rich, but it was simple food: slices of bread, cheese, and what looked like inexpertly-cooked pork. There *was* a dusty bottle of wine, which she uncorked with her bare hands and poured into two glasses. Setting one in front of me, she gave me what almost seemed like a nervous smile.\n\n\n“I don’t cook very often, but it should be at least filling.” She made no move to take any of the food - in fact, she didn’t even have a plate. I stared at the spread, a number of questions on my mind. Did she really prepare this? Does she not have any servants? When I’m sitting across from a *vampire*, do I want to drink the red liquid she’s just poured out for herself?\n\n\n“Is there something wrong…?” she asked, worry seeping into her tone.\n\n\n“N-No, this is- alright,” I mumbled, hurriedly grabbing a few slices of bread and cheese. I took a bite, forcing a smile, then realized the food was very high quality and began to eat with rather more enthusiasm. The wine, after a tentative sniff to confirm it was alcohol, proved to be delicious, and I drank it down more quickly than was probably wise. She merely watched me, taking small sips from her own glass as I sated my hunger.\n\n\nWhen the quiet, awkward meal was finished, she gave me a small smile. “Satisfactory?”\n\n\n“Yes,” I said, much more at my ease with a full stomach and the warm glow of alcohol. “It was good. Thank you.”\n\n\n“You’re very welcome. Now, may I ask… do you know what I wish to do with you?”\n\n\nI could feel my cheeks grow hot, the rumors I'd heard from the village girls jumping to the front of my mind. “I… think so…”\n\n\n“I offer you the greatest pleasure a woman can experience.” Her smile fell. “But… if you don't wish to be with me, I can simply drink my fill and send you on your way.”\n\n\nI stared at her for a few moments, embarrassment painting my face pink. I wasn't sure how I felt about her. She was... eeriely beautiful, and charming, and strangely sweet in her clumsy attempts to make me feel at home in her lair. She could have snatched me out of the snow and done whatever she wanted to me, yet here she was giving me a choice.\n\n\nAnd... her skill in bed was the subject of local legend. I couldn’t help the little shiver of excitement that ran through me, and before I knew it I was stammering, “I- I’ll stay.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Real Stand-Up Guy (or Gal)
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"content": "Shelley's been running the contest for four years now, ever since she finished college. Back then there were only twelve people who signed up to be contestants, filling up all the slots. This year, she had to turn away 500 applicants, all paying the $100 application fee, all wanting to spend one glorious night with her, all willing to try to be the last man (or woman) standing. Shelley looked at the motley crew of men and women in the hotel conference room and smiled. Some people looked like they would drop out in an hour, while others looked too cocky to know how bad they were going to get it. \"Ladies and Gentlemen, congratulations on being selected for the Fourth annual Hands on a Hard Babe contest.\"\n\nThe crowd clapped politely then settled down as she handed out a small bag to each of them. As they opened them, Shelley explained the rules. \"The bag contains what you'll need: the all-important white glove, a cup for drinking, and some snacks. Any electronic devices that can fit in the back can be brought up, but only used during breaks. Once we get to the hotel room, you will be eliminated if you leave.\n\n\"Once the contest begins, each of you will take a position around me...my *naked body* on the massage table and place your gloved hand on my skin. No touching each other in the round. Don't worry, there's room for everyone. You **must stand** while the contest is on, until the break times are started. You'll get a five minute break every hour, and fifteen minutes with every six hours. If you lean in, or squat, or fall over, you're eliminated. Last one standing gets to spend the rest of the stay in the resort with me.\" Shelley looked around the room and could see the excitement in their eyes. Two dude bros high-fived each other, already showing bulges in their basketball shorts. *Heh, the horniest ones always drop out first*, she thought as she stood up and led them to her room.\n\n​\n\nThe hotel suite had a bedroom, kitchenette, and a separate living room. The large pane window offered a high-rise view of the golf resort's golf course. In the center of the living room was a portable massage table, just wide enough to fit everyone around it if they stood sideways. Shelley encouraged them to find a spot to place their bags while she disrobed in the bathroom. Re-entering the room naked, she felt their eyes take in her tan skin, pert breasts and curvy hips. She hoisted herself onto the table and crossed her legs. \n\n\"Alright everyone, put on your glove. In a minute, the first alarm will sound and you will have one minute to get into position, touching me. I will know if you're not. Then another alarm will sound to start the round.\"\n\n\"Excuse me, but where do we stand?\" asked a bookish woman, much older than Shelley. \n\n\"It's first come, first serve, everyone. *Any place* you hand will fit is fair game,\" Shelley said with a smile. She lowered herself onto the table and shifted until she was comfortable, her electronic controls in her hands. The two horniest guys didn't wait for the first buzzer and took positions opposite her breasts and hovered over them like bees over a flower. As the alarm sounded, they dropped their hands, rolling their fingers to squeeze her nipples. She let out a soft moan and smiled but gave no other expression or indication of pleasure. She needed to last a very long time.\n\nThe other ten contestants jockeyed for spots on her legs, arms, and torso. The bookish woman placed her white gloved hand under Shelley's cheek, gently holding it like a nesting bird. The cock-sure business man in the designer suit stood at the other end of the table and grabbed her pubic mound. He gave her a wink and a smirk as he stroked slowly her labia with his thumb, and she let out a sigh. The contest was on.\n\n\"Hey, can we turn on Sports Center?\" the remaining dude bro asked during the first break. His buddy made the mistake of wearing the glove on his dominant hand, and when his erection needed his attention, he lifted his hand and immediately regretted grabbing her breast in the first place. \n\n\"Sorry, no electronics of any kind while you are on the clock, and that includes TV,\" she replied. \n\nThe alarm sounded and Shelley laid back on the table, while the remaining eleven looked for strategic positions. Mr. Business kept his position at the end of the table, pressing lightly over her pussy. A few people moved over, holding her shoulders or forearms, but Sports Center wisely decided to leave her breasts alone, opting for the curve of her hip bone. \n\nAfter four rounds, contestants began to feel the pain in their knees. The IT helpdesk rep, who spent most of his days in a chair, collapsed on the floor at break and could not get back up in time for the alarm. He eventually stood up and walked out of the room in shame. At the next round, two more contestants shook their heads and left, wondering why they wasted half a day. \n\nThey were in the middle of the twelfth round when Sports Center, hand on Shelley's forehead, spoke up. \"Fuck, I can't feel my hand guys, all my blood is in my feet.\"\n\n\"Is it worth it?\" asked the businessman, still stroking her delicate folds with his thumb. \"This exquisite woman, whose skin you've touched for ten hours, do you think it's worth it? Do you think you could even *enjoy* yourself when your body is in such pain, friend?\"\n\n\"Don't let him rattle you,\" said the bookish woman. \"That man is the Devil. Of course he wants you to give up.\"\n\n\"I- I don't know anymore. Jesus, I'm a fucking wreck!\" \n\n\"Twenty more minutes till next break, the big one,\" she said. \"Hold out for twenty more minutes and you can think more clearly, at least off your feet for a while.\"\n\nThe young man nodded and straightened his back. He stared at the man holding Shelley's pussy and said, \"Fuck you, old man. I'm gonna win.\"\n\n\"Good! Good!\" the man said smiling. \"I love a challenge.\"\n\nThe alarm sounded and everyone walked away, letting Shelley rise. A tall woman walked to her and leaned down to kiss her, and she let her press into her warm lips. Shelley felt their tongues slide over and around, and she bit her lower lip before the embrace fell apart.\n\n\"I just wanted a taste, to know why I'll be training so hard for next year,\" the woman said, grabbing her bag. \"Goodbye for now, Shelley. Good luck to the rest of you.\" She was out the door before the alarm rang again.\n\nSleepiness became a factor by the nineteenth round. Two more contestants either fell to the ground, or collapsed unceremoniously on top of Shelley. The sudden shock of their position was overwhelming, and some of them cried as they collected their things and hobbled out of the room. One more people failed to wake up before break ended, and Shelley had to tell him, gently, that he had overslept. \n\nTwenty-five hours had passed since the contest started and only four people remained: Mr. Business, Sports Center, the Bookworm, and another young woman who remained silent for the entire ordeal so far. The once bright and energetic faces were replaced with haggard expressions of doubt and regret, all save for the business man, who's creepy smile never cracked. \n\n\"You've got stamina, lady,\" Sports Center said to the silent woman. \"What's your deal?\"\n\nShe opened her red puffy eyes and looked at him. \"Shelley and I, we dated in college,\" she said, then gripped Shelley's thigh tighter, flesh becoming bright red around her fingers. \"I know we weren't good for each other back then. But when I saw the contest, I knew that if I could win her back, even for one night, maybe we could, you know...start over.\"\n\n\"I lost last year, to him,\" she said coldly, pointing to Mr. Business. \"I won't lose again.\"\n\n\"That's twice you lost her then?\" Mr. Business said, snickering. \"I hope you're prepared for a strikeout.\"\n\nThe bookworm watched with bemusement as the other three chatted and shifted their feet without bending down or resting. By now, they all knew better than to lock their knees, because once they unlocked, you wouldn't have the strength to stand. Of course, she wouldn't tell them why *that* didn't concern her.\n***\n\n*Continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Um… I'm a little tied up right now…”
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"content": "“Hey, Suzy,” Liz sang, cheerily, into the phone receiver. “How are you?”\n\nLiz paced forward as she listened to the electronic buzz of the phone, sandwiched between her ear and her shoulder. Her hands found themselves at her sauntering hips, drawing at thin-yet-firm ribbons. The ceiling lights and end-table lamps had all been shut off, but harsh, bluish-white daylight streamed into through the windows of the twelfth-story apartment.\n\n“Good!” Liz piped up again after a second. “Everything going okay at work?”\n\nLiz plucked at one of the bands descending from the ceiling. It was stretched ever so slightly; tense under a weight. Liz smiled as the length of black, rubberized material slowly shimmied back to a stop, a wobbling noise decaying in volume concurrently.\n\n“Well that sucks. That district manager is an ass!... “\n\nIn total, eight bands fell from the ceiling, each one under similar strain. While she had been setting them up, Liz had been skeptical that they would hold... She had assumed that, even if they didn’t snap, they’d pull their hooks out of the ceiling... She had been pleasantly surprised to discover otherwise.\n\n“Yeah, yeah, Kim and I just got home from that business trip... Oh. My. God. So fucking boring...”\n\nFinally satisfied with her inspection of the bands, Liz returned to fidgeting with the ribbons on her hips as she strutted. She had been a boxer through college and, though she hadn’t pursued a career in it, she still kept in “fighting shape.”\n\nHer blonde hair was cut short - almost a buzz cut - with a thin parting to one side. She was muscular from her shoulders through her core; lean and tight, with a “fantastic ass” as she, herself, would proclaim. Her breast, bare to the all-but-empty room, dull-pink nipples stiffened in the slight chill, were little more than a handful each, but bounced hypnotically as she walked. Her legs were as toned as her body; long and curved. They culminated in a well trimmed garden of peach-fuzz, not that it could be seen beneath the sole “garment” she wore.\n\n“Oh, yeah, Kim’s here... Yeah, no, sorry; did you wanna talk to her?”\n\nKim gritted her teeth, her eyes widening as she looked up at her wife. \n\n“Liz!” She hissed. “Liz, c’mon!”\n\n“Just a second, Suzy!” Liz chimed again. “Let me hand the phone off to her!”\n\nLiz smirked evilly as she brought her hand up to retrieve the cell phone at her ear. Taking in hand, she broke into a grin as she held it to the ear of her glaring spouse.\n\n“Hey, Suzy...” Kim hesitated. “H-how’s it going?”\n\nIt was a guilty pleasure Liz took in putting Kim in these sorts of situations. She enjoyed making her squirm a little; making her fidget nervously; making her blush; making her voice quaver like it was, right then...\n\n“Ohhhh, yeah... It wasn’t so bad...” Kim continued. “Liz makes it sound much more boring than it was...”\n\nLiz drank in the scene before her. Kim’s sharp, angular chin was framed on either side by straight black hair, not quite as short as Liz’s, but just barely above her shoulders when she stood. Liz cupped Kim’s cheek in her free hand, blowing her a silent kiss. Kim glared back in response, but Liz ignored it, too enthralled with the contrast between her pale fingertips and Kim’s bronze-tanned skin.\n\n“Yeah, two weeks was a long trip but...”\n\nLiz let her hand trail downwards, her fingers gliding over the strap that ran across Kim’s shoulder, following it down to her breast; a bit larger and heavier than her own. Kim bit her lip as Liz pinched a chocolate-colored nipple between her finger and thumb.\n\nKim hung from the ceiling as Liz felt her up; the black bands Liz had inspected, moments before, holding her weight. A strap came down to each shoulder, coiling around her chest, between her tits, snaking underneath her arms. Offshoots criss-crossed their way from her elbows to her wrists, binding them behind her back. Two straps came down to either side of her torso and hips, wrapping her, similarly. The final straps came down around her thighs, loops branching off, holding her ankles, preventing her from stretching out her legs. \n\nThe bondage wasn’t uncomfortable; Kim had been a gymnast in her college days, and had always been a mild contortionist. Constraint was just as second-nature to her as flexibility. It also helped that she and Liz had tested out the rig before actually buying it, just to make sure...\n\nIt did, however, leave her largely immobile. She was fully suspended in the air, her chest parallel to the hardwood flooring of their apartment. She couldn’t move her arms... She could just barely open and close her legs... She had no way to stop Liz from teasing her while she tried to hold a conversation with their coworker, Suzy.\n\n“Hey, Suzy,” Kim finally piped up. “Can... Can I talk to you later? I’m sorry... Um... I’m a little tied up right now...”\n\n“Oh!” Liz grinned, her voice taking on a tone of mockery. “Hey, Kim, gimme the phone back, real quick!”\n\nKim glared at Liz as she pulled the phone away from her ear, and turned. \n\n“Hey, Suzy, hang on! We just got this new speaker system for our TV, and we can plug our- Yep, there we go! Can you hear us?”\n\n“Yeah, I can hear you!” Suzy’s voice came through a number of television speakers placed around the room.\n\n“Cool! We can hear you, too! Now Kim doesn’t have an excuse not to talk to you!”\n\nSuzy laughed.\n\n“You’re such a workaholic, Kimmy!”\n\n“Yeah...” Kim scowled as Liz as she strutted past her. “I just can’t get enough of it...”\n\nLiz plucked at one of the bands, again, sending vibration’s through Kim’s shoulder and breast. She drew in a shallow breath... She hated to admit it, but, as much as Liz’s game pissed her off, it was also starting to turn her on...\n\n[Continued.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An asexual couple sit at home, eat ice cream, watch a Pixar movie and enjoy each other’s company.
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"content": "\"I hate this part,\" Scott said as he moved Paula's legs off his lap. He picked up his empty bowl and stood to bring it to the kitchen, when she held her bowl with a shaky outstretched hand.\n\n\"Please, sir,\" she said with a weak cockneyed accent. \"Can I have some more?\"\n\n\"Moooore?\" he replied incredulously, then gently took her bowl. When he returned, he noticed that Paula had paused the movie.\n\n\"I said I hated this part,\" he said, handing her more ice cream. \"Actually, I hate everything after he gets on board the Axiom.\"\n\n\"You just hate when the two fat people suddenly become a couple after meeting Wall-E once.\"\n\n\"Well that part is *especially* unnecessary,\" Scott replied. \"And don't get me started on the nursery. Do humans have regular bodies, fuck and have kids, *and then* turn into walking tubs of lard?\"\n\nPaula scooped a spoonful of Chubby Hubby ice cream and ate it too quickly. She winced as the brain freeze washed over her head and settled into her belly. \"I 'ngow, buh ih mai fave-it moolvie,\" she said with a cold mouth. She continued the video and it reached the emotional end, when EVE replaces Wall-E's broken parts, but something is amiss.\n\n\"It's the eyes,\" Scott said, massaging her ankles on his lap. \"His dead, expressionless eyes. They get me every time.\" He moved his hands to her knees and worked her joints as Wall-E ran over his cockroach on the TV.\n\n\"Oh, that feels good. So you don't really hate it,\" she replied. \"It's just...too much.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I guess so. I mean I can relate, you know? You remember when you met me and how I was just going through the motions?\" he asked. \"I *was* zombie Wall-E. Hey, do you remember that Halloween party, the first one at Dave's place?\"\n\n\"The one where you dressed like aspirin and you were like, 'I'm not the fucking moon, I'm a bitter pill?'\" she asked.\n\nScott nodded. \"And you wore a long beat-up cardigan stuffed with plush kittens and a leather mask. Crazy Catwoman was a big hit.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I remember how everyone was like, 'Oh, you just need to meet the right guy and your body will tell you,' or 'Maybe you're a lesbian.' I was sick of hearing it so I leaned into it for laughs.\"\n\n\"God, I was insufferable back then,\" Scott said.\n\n\"Right....*was*,\" she replied. She got up from the other end of the couch to sit next to Scott, throwing an arm over his other side. As she dropped her head and it touched his, she whispered, \"Zzzzap.\"\n\nScott slid his arm behind her back and they both reclined as the credits rolled.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : Browsing on your NSFW-reddit account, you suddenly recognise the background of a photograph. You’ve found the secret NSFW account of someone you know, and apparently you’ve got a lot of mutual kinks...
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"content": "I’ve scrolled through half her profile already. Not because I’m a creep, I just can’t believe it’s really her. Janine was the pride of our university. Smart as a whip, always ready to volunteer in on campus activities, she only had a few friends (one of whom appeared in some of her videos and photos. And...my God, biggerthenyouthought would’ve loved her...). \n\nI always got a prudish vibe from her. Always figured she was the kind to wait for marriage and all that jazz. I never imagined she’d have a few friends with benefits willing to partake in her exhibitions on reddit. \n\nNor did ever imagine that she’d like being spanked or tied up. Never imagined she’d causally sleep with women or love being covered in cum, both real and simulated from a sex you. But there she was on my screen, bent over her bed begging for her friend to spank her harder as he slowly fucked her. \n\n...I need to turn this off. I’ve been in the bathroom way too long, someone’s bound to get suspicious...but I can’t walk back into with a boner like this...well when in Rome. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every time someone cums in you, you expand. Anal? Your ass grows. Oral? Boobs get bustier. Belly? Might not be pregnant, but you sure look it. The changes revert after a good night's rest...but in a free-use society, this can still cause problems.
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"content": "Contains MMF content\n***\nHeather jumped on the bed and sat against the headboard, wearing smoke-colored stockings and nothing else. She curled her fingers and motioned for her guests to come closer. \"Don't worry boys, I won't bite... unless you want me to.\"\n\nCurtis and Dino strode into the bedroom, pulling their sweaty teeshirts off in the process. They weren't planning on spending their lunch break fucking this suburban goddess, but when she drove past them as they re-paved her sidewalk, sliding her sunglasses over her ruby red lips, they both knew it was going to be a great day. They each took a side of the bed and let her unbuckle their pants, dropping to the ground with heavy thuds. Curtis wore loose boxers and his cock pushed out of the open fly, while Dino's briefs held his bulge in snugly. They wasted no time pulling them down and stood before her, dicks in their hands.\n\n\"Um, I'm sorry,\" Heather started. \"I was expecting something... bigger.\"\n\nThe men looked at each other and stared at their packages. \"No one's complained before,\" Curtis said sarcastically. He began to crawl on the bed when Heather stopped him. He could feel his erection waning and began to think about whether it was worth losing out on lunch for this.\n\n\" I have an idea,\" she said, \"but you guys both have to be game for it, okay?\"\n\nDino rocked his hips until his cock bobbed up and down in assent. \"Baby you name it,\" he said.\n\nShe knelt on the bed and beckoned for them to join her on their knees. \"It's a little contest but the winner gets a *big* reward. Scooch closer together, boys.\" They complied until they were inches apart. Heather held both of their cocks in one hand, like a bouquet of flowers. She spat on her hands and began to stroke both of them together. \"This is tug-of-war. Whoever cums first loses, but there's a great consolation prize. Winner gets to fuck me with their huge cock.\"\n\nDino closed his eyes and lost himself to the rhythm of her hand. The feeling of hot flesh on his cock was amazing, even if it was another man's dick. As each stroke got him harder, he could feel Curtis' balls graze his own as she pulled up on their skin. He was determined to win.\n\n\"No way am I going to let him beat me,\" Curtis said. He stared at Heather's round breasts, how she bit her lower lip as she switched hands. He didn't want to look down at his own cock, dancing with Dino's, so he grabbed her breast and massaged her smooth skin. \"Fuck, your tits are amazing,\" he said. Heather arched her back and grabbed her feet with both of her hands, giving him more access. He was so drunk with arousal, he completely missed that Dino was now stroking their cocks. \n\nDino's large hand had no problem wrapping around both shafts. He enjoyed the feeling of contact that ran along the full length of his cock, and how he could roll them around each other a bit to change sides. Curtis was fully distracted by Heather but his cock was more than a little responsive to Dino's handiwork. He took his free hand and cupped Curtis' balls. As he gave them a squeeze, Curtis let out a moan but still didn't look. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of Curtis' head and Dino worked it around until their cocks glistened. A sudden flash of heat raced over his body and he felt an energy surge back between his legs. He couldn't believe it, but his cock grew an inch longer, his head now a length taller than Curtis. \n\nHeather looked over at Dino's surprised face and gave him a wink. \"You're in the lead, pal,\" she said slyly. \n\nCurtis pulled Heather closer to suck on her nipples. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lavished her breasts with the flat of his tongue. The subtle sweet scent of her desire wafted into his nose as he buried his face between her breasts. She was so warm and soft, and he kissed his way higher until he found her pulse on her neck, beating rapidly on his lips. He felt intoxicated, reaching the point of no return as she moaned in his ear. \n\n\"Fuck, I'm gonna cum,\" Curtis grunted, thrusting his hips uncontrollably. A thick rope of semen shot from his cock, arcing gracefully onto Dino's belly. Dino tugged him more, running his thumb under the shaft to squeeze every last drop before rubbing it all onto his own cock. \n\n\"Ff-fuck,\" Dino stammered as the heat from expansion bent him backwards. He laid on the bed and held his enlarged cock. It was a beast: red as a beet, veins that branched over the shaft like bolts of lightning, and it was massive. His hot Italian sausage was now a full-sized sub and he was hungry. So was Heather.\n\n\"We have a winner,\" she said, giggling. Curtis finally broke away from her embrace and looked at the mess between his legs. His softening cock throbbed, a single bead of cum stuck on the end. Curtis collapsed at the edge of the bed as she crawled over to Dino. She climbed onto his chest and leaned down to kiss him. \"To the victor, goes the spoils,\" she whispered. \n\nShe scooted backwards until she felt his cock resting between her ass cheeks. Reaching back, she felt the ridge that ran along his shaft, full of cum, all for her. It was as long and thick as her forearm, and played with the head, watching Dino squirm under her control. \"Are you ready for some fun, honey?\" she asked.\n\n\"Fuck baby, I need it bad,\" Dino replied. He couldn't believe he could see his cock peeking over her back when she bent down, but he wanting nothing more than to bury it deep inside her wet pussy. \"Don't make me beg.\"\n\nHeather rose to her knees and expertly reached underneath her until she found him, then teased her lips, running the head back and forth. \"Do you like my wet pussy, baby?\" she cooed. \"It's yours for the taking,\" she said, then slid down. \"Oh, fuck!\" she screamed as the massive head, as large as an apple, split her open. She held herself there, letting her muscles tighten and relax around the tip. She began to rub her clit, building her own arousal deep inside her belly. \n\nAs more juices coated his cock, she slid further down his shaft. She was halfway down but felt filled to the brim. Heather held her belly and began to ride him faster, her lips gripping his cock as she moved up. It wasn't very long until she reached his base, the monster dick deep in her pussy. Heather's eyes rolled up as the waves of pleasure drove her mad. She leaned back and held his legs then got to her feet, giving her more leverage as she rose and dropped. \n\nCurtis woke up to see Heather bent like a backwards crab, moaning and writhing on Dino's cock. He felt his own dick twitch with excitement and locked eyes with Heather. \n\n\"Come here,\" she said panting, \"Let me give you your- ungh... consolation prize.\"\n\nCurtis crawled over and fed his cock to her hungry mouth. It was hot and wet, getting him hard again. Her tongue wrapped around him with invisible acrobatics, tasting his salty head. He grabbed her bouncing breasts with both hands, rolling her nipples as she sucked him relentlessly. \n\n\"Cum inside me, boys,\" she demanded, gyrating like a fine tuned machine. The feeling of being spit roasted upside down was too much, finally sending her body into a shuddering, mind-breaking orgasm. \"Oh, yes!\" she screamed, muffled by the cock in her mouth. \n\nThis was what sent Dino over the edge. His hips jerked violently as the wet slaps between them sounded like thunder and he came hard inside. He put his hands on her belly and felt the skin get hotter and tighter. His cum expanded her, pushing her belly button outward. He collapsed back on the bed and felt his cock slide out of her, flopping like a wet slab of meat onto his belly. Heather dropped between his legs, and he held her hips, feeling her warm skin under his hands.\n\nCurtis was right behind him, shooting his load down her throat. He felt the heat in her breasts, almost too much to hold. When they grew larger than his fingers could contain, he changed positions and pulled up on her nipples, jiggling her large breasts. \n\nShe pushed him out of her mouth and crawled back to the headboard. Heather looked like she was pregnant with twins, her skin taut and hot. Dino and Curtis crawled on either side of her and took a nipple in their mouths and they cuddled until the early evening.\n\n\"Don't you boys have a job to finish?\" she asked.\n\n\"It can wait,\" Dino said, caressing her belly.\n\n\"Yeah, this job will take all week,\" Curtis said, smiling. \n\n\"Anytime you need a break, you see me, okay?\" she replied. \"Maybe we'll see who wins tug-of-war next time.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It has been found that the female orgasm produces useable energy that can power almost any device
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"content": "((Heads up, no sex in this one, but I may revisit it later. This is just where the prompt went for me at first.))\n\nTerry yawned, stretching the full length of his lanky frame out. Glancing down at his watch he groaned at the realization that it was only 3:00am. Still three more hours before the shift change. Rolling his neck to relieve the tension, he decided it was time to get a cup of coffee before handling a few transitions. \n\nAs he walked down the sparkling, sterile hallways of the Center for Underground Machinations, he was distracted by the sound of his boots rapping at the smartly polished linoleum. How a building with so many people in it could be so quiet was still a mystery. Terry had decided early on in his career with the Center that the place was just fucking weird and it was better if he accepted that. Either side of the hallway he strode down was lined with heavy steel doors, each with a large, thick window framed in the very center. \n\nOn Terry’s first night he could not help openly gawking as he did his rounds. The scenes were staggeringly familiar, repeated as they were down interminably long corridors, but each tableau was somehow as shocking as the one before it. The rooms were sterile, though not without some aesthetic appeal. Painted in muted pastels with a large chair somewhere between a recliner and an OBGYN exam table set in the middle. Strapped to each table was a woman, the only real differentiating factor between the rooms. Some were young, others older, and their body shapes and skin tones filled the spectrum. The only commonality was that each was tightly strapped into her chair, large headphones in place on her head, and a massive vibrator tucked between her legs. \n\nA series of tubes and pads were attached to certain key points on their bodies, something that Dr. Kriegher had attempted to explain during the orientation, but the shock of seeing so many women bound and … cumming was too much for Terry to process so he hadn’t paid as much attention as would be required to understand. Somehow, the orgasms from these women were helping to power the city above and that was enough for Terry to know that this was all some really serious shit that was well above his pay grade. \n\nBesides that, the women weren’t slaves. Part of his job was responding to any of the call buttons, to the point that Terry had tried to joke with Dr. Kriegher that he was a glorified flight attendant. The doctor did not appreciate the attempt at humor and hinted that another orientation may be in Terry’s future. \n\nWalking back to the front door with a coffee in tow, Terry paused for a moment at the window of someone whose shift would be ending soon. 134277 was her number, though Terry had no idea what her name was. Theoretically he could look at her chart, but Dr. Kriegher had made some vague threats about permanent changes to his anatomy if he ever did that again and Terry had the sense those were not the types of threats made lightly.\n\n134277. Her almond eyes were clamped shut tightly, her mouth pursed in the middle of another burst of silent pleasure. Unconsciously Terry reached out and kicked the door in frustration for robbing him of her voice. She had long black hair flowing down over her scrubs, with a skin tone that could be any mix of ethnicities but reminded Terry of the sand in a desert he had once visited. She looked…warm and inviting, beautiful and impossibly sexy given the assortment of medical equipment currently surrounding her bondage. \n\nShe had smiled at his first attempts to attach everything in place during his first shift, putting her hand on his in order to guide the pendulous vibrator between her legs. \n\n“They keep getting more bashful, don’t they, Dr. Kriegher?” 134277 had asked with a smirk and wink aimed in Terry’s direction. \n\nCatching a glimpse of his own reflection in the window, Terry took a step back, quickly retreating down the hallway. He could feel the uncomfortable stiffness in his pants and knew that he could not face a transition rotation like this. The rooms were heavily soundproofed, and the vibrators turned off whenever the doors were open to preserve some semblance of modesty for the women involved in the operation. But attaching and unhooking all the probes and monitors required Terry to get very close and the rooms always smelled of sex, desire, and pleasure. Stepping out into the chill night air, he took a brisk walk around the inner gate, ostensibly checking for any signs of intrusion, but truthfully hoping that the cold would help calm his sudden arousal. \n\nHer face bubbled up in his mind, serene and placid. 134277. Even now her body was wracked with pleasure, pleasure which when released would help power the lights that flickered in the city far overhead. 134277. Maybe tonight he would try to say hello."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sarah, a college senior, lives *rent-free* with 3 guys, in exchange for her giving on-demand blowjobs and general cum-swallowing (more inside).
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"content": "Sarah hummed softly and played with her collar as she watched her morning coffee brew. She was living rent free with three guys all within her age range. The 24 year old Sarah just had to give on demand blowjobs and swallow their cum in exchange for no rent. She was happy to oblige as it fulfilled her own blossoming cum fetish. \n\nThe collar was a gag gift from one of the guys but she actually enjoyed wearing it. She got along with all three and was enjoying the living situation. In fact she had just swallowed a load before coming out to make her coffee. \n\nAnother caveat was added by her as her jaw eventually started to get tired. She told them to be completely comfortable with jerking off around her just as long as she still got to swallow their load. \n\nShe hummed along with the rhythm of the shower and the coffee machine, fidgeting with the charm on her collar. \n\n“Good morning Sarah.”\n\nShe smiled as Jeremy’s hand softly patted her ass, only covered by her purple panties. \n\n“A very good morning to you too.”\n\nHe’d slept naked last night and his cock was erect from morning wood. Sarah -gently rubbed the head just as he had patted her ass. \n\n“How’s the jaw?”\n\n“Still a little sore. “\n\n“Damn...I had a really good dream last night. “\n\nSarah poured them both a cup of coffee. \n\n“Wanna tell me about it Jeremy?”\n\nThey smirked and Jeremy began to recall his dream while slowly stroking his cock. He detailed a night of loud passion with his physics professor, a taller woman about twice his age but you would never know it by looking at her. \n\nHis words gave way to moans as he stroked faster and harder. At this point was on her knees eagerly anticipating his load. \n\n“Fuck...”\n\nHis words gave ways to moans as he remembered his dream. His professors thick thighs vibrating against the side of his face as his tongue worked her wet pussy. He could practically hear her begging him not to stop...\n\nWith a grunt and a small quiver, his cock blow his load into Sarah’s mouth. He kept stroking but slowed down. He landed as the last drops dropped into her mouth. \n\nHe slowly opened his eyes and looked down at her. Her smile was wide, her green eyes were glowing. She swallowed and wiped a drip or two from her lips. \n\n“Must have been a really good dream Jeremy. “\n\nHe tried to speak but no words came out and the two laughed. \n\nShe could hear her other two roommates chatting down the halls. A few seconds later, one of them called her name. She sighed and stood, still smiling. \n\n“A cumsluts job is never finished. “"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: College senior forgets class presentation for her Human Sexuality class, so she improvs a demo about Gokkun, has all 15 of the guys in the class masturbate, cum in her open mouth & she tells history of Gokkun between swallowing. Girls in the class give their reactions, one by one.
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"content": "Sarah arrived early to her 10am Human Sexuality class on Monday, despite a world-wind weekend of anything but studying like she knew she should have been. If asked, should would have to admit she'd been kind of coasting through the class, studying only when she had to, and only doing about half the readings. But when she got to class, she discovered 3 of her classmates hurriedly going through note cards on their chosen topics, for their in-class presentations on the subject of \"a kink of their choice, outside the mainstream of human sexuality\". \"OMG\", she thought, \"was that presentation THIS week? - I thought I had a whole nother week to prepare for that!!\". She checked her notes, and indeed this was her week to present to the class a 15 minute mini-lecture on a 'kink' of her choice. She had kind of thought about doing Gokkun and even mentioned it to her professor several weeks before, aka the Japanese practice of drinking the cum of several men at the same time. NOT to be confused with Bukakke, which involved multiple men cumming all over the face of the same women in succession, usually as a performance for porn... Gokkun was kind of the same thing, only involving cum swallowing specifically.\n\nBut Sarah had not prepared anything for today's class, as she thought her presentation was next week. What could she do?? She had 20 minutes until class, and had to think fast. How could she possibly pull together enough information to fill a 15 minute presentation? She'd read up on Gokkun, and even watched some videos. But how could she possibly just 'wing it' for 15 minutes? Especially since she hadn't prepared a PowerPoint, or assembled any short representative porn clips to show the entire class. And it wasn't like she could just pull up the perfect video on her phone, and show that... her professor would never stand for that kind of sloppiness and lack of preparation.\n\nBut then Jeremy sat down next to her, and ex of hers who was still kind of a FWB sometimes, and they were on great terms, and still good friends. \"Are you still presenting on, what was that again? The one where you swallow a whole bunch of guys' cum one by one. 'Gookin' was it?\" he asked.\n\n\"Yeah, it's Gokkun\" she said, \"that's the one, but I forgot to actually do my presentation!! I mean, I forgot it was this week. I've read up all about it, but I don't have any visual aids to present, but I can still sort of talk about it. What am I gonna do??\"\n\n\"Shame you can't just demonstrate yourself for the whole class, heh heh\" he said slyly. \"What??!\" she said, \"could I really do that??\". Jeremy was confused; was she really serious??\n\n\"Uh, yeah, I suppose you probably could, I guess\" he said. \"You really didn't do anything for your presentation?\" he asked, somewhat bewildered that she was actually considering his crazy suggestion.\n\n\"Quick, can you go ask the other guys in the class if they'd be willing to help me demonstrate Gokkun with me, right here, if I can see if the professor would let me do that for the entire class?\" Clearly she was more worried about whether she could really pull this off with zero planning, and she really wasn't thinking at all about what it would be like swallowing all these guys' cum in rapid succession in less than an hour.\n\nSo she went up to talk to the professor, and decided she would make up a story about her presentation Powerpoint/video being corrupted, something about her thumbdrive failing just as she was saving it right before she came to class. And wouldn't you know it, she didn't have any kind of backup. But would it be alright if she demonstrated personally? If she could get enough guys from the class to help, of course.\n\nHer professor, a women barely 40 herself, realized both what a potentially awkward and complicated situation this could turn out to be. But also, what a wonderfully unique opportunity it was for everyone in the class to witness and experience such a non-mainstream sex act, in person, really as an almost communal experience. The guys would probably all love it, and the gals in the class would surely never in a million years get to actually see something like this, firsthand. Heck, the professor, who had seen practically everything you could imagine from online video... she herself had never personally witnessed Gokkun.\n\n\"Yes, go right ahead! Of course you should ask the entire class if it would be OK, and make it clear that any of the guys shouldn't feel any pressure to participate. And the gals in the class were certainly free to watch, or not watch, depending on their own preferences\".\n\nSo Sarah was up 2nd, after Jeff, who thought it would be funny to present on the topic of the infamous \"rusty trombone\". The class rolled their eyes, and they all got through it, though no one felt any urge to ever try anything like that ever themselves.\n\nThen Sarah came to the front of the class, and began to explain what Gokkun was, and how it got its origins in Japan, and especially in Japanese porn. She also apologized to the class for her presentation materials having been corrupted when she saved them to her thumbdrive, but would they be interested in a personal demonstration right in class? And would some of the guys like to help with that? She said she would need a minimum of 6 or 8 guys, but if there was interest, she felt like she could probably handle the entire male half of the class, which would be a total of 15 guys. She said often in Japanese porn the guys would cum one by one in a big glass, for the girl to then drink, but she confessed she hadn't really expected to be doing a live Gokkun demo, and they would have to improvise with each guy jacking off in her mouth. She said she would hold the cum in her mouth, and swallow after every 3rd or 4th guy.\n\nSo one by one, the guys lined up. And Sarah decided the whole process would probably work a little more smoothly if she showed a little skin, to help get the guys hard. So she unbuttoned her white blouse, exposing her lacy pink bra. She didn't want to strip fully naked or anything, but she felt like that was enough to at least set the scene.\n\nJeremy was first in line. He reasoned it would be easier if someone familiar to her went first, and after all, they'd dated for almost a year, and were still FWB now and then. So in less than 90 seconds, he was hard and spurting his cum towards the back of her throat. She held his cum, and barely 30 seconds later the next guy did the same. Guy number #3 was already hard as a rock, and in just seconds he unloaded 6 big shots, getting a bit of cum on her lips, but mostly it all joined the pool formed by Jeremy's and guy #2's cum. Sarah swallowed, turned her head to the rest of the class, and said \"see, it's as easy at that!\". Guys #4-6 followed, and she swallowed, then #7-10 (how she managed to hold four different guys' cum in her mouth, she'll never know), and she swallowed again. #11 and #12 were both especially large loads, and she swallowed again. And finally #13, #14, and #15.\n\nIt hadn't taken more than 8-9 minutes total, and she'd swallowed the cum of every single guy in the class, all 15. Several of the girls were so excited by the whole thing, they spontaneously applauded.\n\nThe professor then thanked Sarah, and asked each one of the girls to say a word or two about their reactions, no matter what they thought. \"Wow!\", \"I was sure that was going to be really hard for her to do, but Sarah actually did it, and made it look easy!\", \"I just don't like cum enough to do that, but it did look like fun\", \" I couldn't help but wondering if they all tasted a little different from each other - ?\", \"Now I know what I want to try and do this weekend!\", and so on...\n\nSarah ended up getting a B+ for her presentation, which the professor explained was the combined score of an A+ for \"effort in the moment\" and execution, but only a C+ for preparation.\n\nBut after class, the professor quietly shared with Sarah that she'd wished she had somehow had some kind of 'excuse' to try something like that sometime herself. Sarah smiled, and told her professor if there was any way at all she could try to figure out how to try it for herself, she really should. Maybe it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but it was totally worth it!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A woman turns the tables on her partner when she suddenly grows a hungry cock
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"content": "They stood up to dance when the DJ played \"Hungry Heart.\" Jill and Becca ambled onto the parquet dance floor with hands held tightly together. They were at the reception to celebrate their Bill and Addie's wedding, but also to celebrate their own. They were a week away from five years of wedded bliss.\n\n\"Do you remember how we slow danced to this at our wedding?\" Jill asked. \"You thought it was an odd choice.\"\n\n\"It wasn't a wedding song,\" Becca countered. \"It's still not a wedding song. It's about the Boss cheating on his wife and kid with some slut in New Jersey, and we're all supposed to be *fine* about it because, and I quote: everybody got a hungry heart. My ass.\"\n\nJill spun her and caught Becca before leading off the dance. \"Still, it's a catchy number. Do you know that it's the song playing when I first met you?\"\n\n\"At Lou's? Right, right. I almost forgot. You were at the bar, watching me dance before.\"\n\n\"How did you know? You clocked me before then?\"\n\n\"Of course! You were statuesque, towering over everyone at the bar, wearing those boots, tight jeans and embroidered shirt. I was like, 'I'm gonna fuck that cowgirl if it's the last thing I ever do.' And I did.\"\n\nJill looked down and held Becca's cheek tenderly. \"I love you, Becca.\" \n\nThe song ended and Becca hugged her wife, standing motionless on the dance floor as other guests walked around them. She loved how Jill was always warm and smelled like Spring. Jill tapped her on her shoulder and Becca looked into her dewy eyes. \n\n\"Let's get of here, \" Jill whispered.\n\nBecca nodded and the two left the reception tent and wandered into the garden labyrinth nearby. The low, muffled noise of the DJ was replaced with crickets and birds as they passed into the hedge maze. They held hands and walked in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. \n\n\"I hope Bill and Addie get what we have,\" Jill said as they reached a dead end. \"I don't know what I'd do without you.\"\n\n\"You'd shrivel up like a raisin,\" Becca replied. \"Just a dried out nub of a lesbian.\"\n\n\"You sure know a lot about nubs,\" Jill said, holding Becca's arms. \"I'm only good at one.\" She pressed her lips into Becca's and felt her melt with her kiss. Becca moaned softly and let Jill taste her mouth and play with her tongue. Becca reached around and held Jill's ass in her hands, pulling her closer.\n\n\"Help me out of the is fucking dress,\" Becca whined, struggling to get the zipper behind her. Jill found it and the dress hung loosely over Becca's short frame, before dropping onto the grass. She wore cotton boy-short panties and a bra that accentuated her curves. Jill unhooked it and began to unbutton her own shirt. \n\nThey laid on the cold ground and kissed with their legs intertwined. Becca felt Jill's hand between her legs and she spread them slightly. She looked up at the bright moon, peaking over the hedge and thought it was magic. The heat of her pussy felt more intense, but Becca let go of her inhibitions and let Jill play with her sex.\n\n\"Fuck that feels so good,\" Becca said as Jill teased her clit with small circles. Jill had a way of massaging her pussy while rubbing her clit, sending waves of pleasure over her body. \n\n\"What... the fuck?\" Jill said suddenly. She raised herself up and looked down at Becca's body, feeling her hood and clit get *bigger*. She spread Becca's legs further at the knees and watched as her wife's clit grew larger and longer. It throbbed and glistened in the moonlight, unmistakable for anything else but a penis.\n\n\"That's...new,\" Becca said. She didn't know what was happening, if it was a dream or the effects of the open bar, but she went with it. \"Do you, want to touch it?\"\n\n\"Can I?\" Jill asked gingerly. The slowly extended her index finger and jabbed at the shaft, then watched it bobble. \"Did you feel that?\"\n\n\"Yeah, it feels weird. Like it's sensitive all the way down and feels stretched at the bottom.\" Becca gave herself a few strokes and closed her eyes. \"Mmm, that feels good.\"\n\nJill laid back down and began to play with her clit. \"Maybe there's magic in the air,\" she said as she furiously rubbed herself. Becca watched as Jill's hand moved side to side rapidly. Jill looked down and sighed. \"No cocks for me, I guess.\"\n\n\"Well, if you want some dick, I happen to have a spare,\" Becca said, pointing down. \"What do you say?\"\n\n\"I say, fuck me sideways, woman.\"\n\n\"As you wish,\" Becca said, crawling between her legs. She looked at Jill's swollen clit and slowly massaged it, the way Jill liked it. She responded instantly, moaning softly and spreading her legs wider. Becca tried to think of the last boy-girl porno she saw and remembered the guy slapping the woman's pussy with his cock. She tried it on Jill but the shock jolted upright.\n\n\"Ow! What was that?\" Jill complained.\n\n\"I'm sorry, it's my first day.\"\n\nJill laughed and spread her pussy lips with one hand, then gestured for Becca to enter with the other. \"Just the tip, just to see how it feels.\"\n\nBecca held her shaft and lowered it until the head was against Jill's entrance. She pressed firmly and lost her mind when Jill's pussy opened up for her cock and swallowed it. \"Oh, fuck,\" they moaned in unison.\n\nBecca was always the bottom but tonight she dictated the pace and the pressure, grinding slowly into Jill's hot pussy. She bit her lip to keep from moaning to loudly as she felt every muscle grip and release her new member. Becca pulled out a little and felt the cold air on her exposed shaft, then slid back in. The feeling of being tugged was unreal. She did it again and again, reveling in the new sensations pulsing through her body.\n\n\"I... I don't know how long I'm going to last... oh god!\" Becca grunted as her hips took over and she fell over the edge. She collapsed into Jill's chest and shuddered while her cock twitched and ached, still inside her. \"Oh god, what was that?\"\n\n\"I think you came, dummy,\" Jill said smiling. \"Do you think you could return the favor?\"\n\nBecca caught her breath and kissed Jill, then crawled down to her legs. Jill's clit was the same, but her pussy was swollen and wet. *I did that*, she thought to herself as she lowered her head. She held Jill's hips and lapped up every drop of her juices with the flat of her tongue. Becca returned to her clit and suckled on the hood, darting around her nub until Jill was holding the back of her head, pressing it into her sex. Jill bucked and gasped as she came on Becca's face, more juices smeared into her chin.\n\nWhen Becca sat up and kneeled, she was hard again. \"I thought these were single-use,\" she said, looking down. \n\n\"Maybe it's because you're a lady.\"\n\n\"Do you want another go at it?\"\n\nJill smiled slyly and spread her legs again. \"Come get some.\"\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Voyeur] You can see into your neighbors bedroom window from your porch and notice the blinds are open as they're having sex. The next night you go to see if they'll be at it again. This time you can see who they're with and recognize them.
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"content": "The Kelly’s were nice enough to have next door, if not a little dull., she thought. Hopefully the new couple will at least have something more to add during the summer block party than small-talk and the same three tired jokes that she’d gotten so bored of. The cool evening air was a nice change from the humid late-June day; not that she had anything to cool down from, as she’d spent most of her time watching the new couple move their endless stream of boxes from the moving truck to the house next door. \n\nShe remembered doing the same almost six years ago, what seemed like an eternity of a day moving and unpacking with her husband, finishing the day exhausted and content in their happy little home. She let out a dramatic sigh, thinking now of how long it had been since she felt content with, much less exhausted by, her husband. Both of them worked too much, saw one another too little and had fallen into a dreary, repetitive pattern. “Oh god,” she thought to herself, “we’re becoming the Kelley’s.” The idea brought a small, albeit concerned, smirk to her face. He mind wandered back to the young couple next door, who hadn’t stopped to chat beyond a quick exchange of names while her husband had left for work. Richard and Molly? No, that wasn’t it, but it sounded close. She tried pull the names to the front of her memory before shrugging it off. \n\n“Oh, to be young and fit again,” she lamented, half-seriously. Not that she, or her husband for that matter, had ‘let themselves go’ but comparatively the two new neighbors were in their prime. She’d noticed her husband give a brief look over the young woman, a small twinge of jealousy emerged in her as she herself looked over the new addition to the neighborhood. Tight yellow shorts and a white tank-top hugged her slight form, beads of sweat traveling down her long neck between her ample breasts, a flat, tanned stomach all topped off by her messy brunette ponytail and that bright-eyed perfect smile. She couldn’t blame him for looking, she’d done her fair share with her day off, convincing herself to putter in the front garden while sneaking glances at little-miss-perfects hubby. \n\nShe’d always been a sucker for a blonde man with a well-toned body, and she found herself stepping back into the house behind the thin curtains to take a less conspicuous vantage point. She couldn’t decide if life was giving her a treat or a cruel tease when it got hot and humid enough for him to justify unloading the truck shirtless. His arms bulging as he carried boxes scrawled with ‘books’ in magic marker, which he held in front of a solid chest and noticeable abs. Of course she caught her gaze lingering at the outline being hugged by the grey sweatpants emblazoned with his alma-mater. Was that another pang of jealousy she felt toward the the lucky little lady next door, or just a little bit of healthy lust for a younger man? “It’s okay to just look... and maybe think about it a little,” she told herself reflecting on the spectacle earlier today. \n\nThe back yard of her house was fairly isolated, the town had made them put up fencing when they decided to put in their pool. Knowing that she liked to sunbathe and abhorred tan lines, her husband had the foresight to put up higher than normal fences. The only light in the yard came from the underwater lights of the pool, casting a blue glow over her as she sat next to the water in her light robe, the thin material barley veiling the silk cami underneath. Her evening ritual of enjoying the contrast of the cool air with a warm cup of tea until her husband got home. Though tonight, like most nights, would be a late one, projects, deadlines and presentations were always to blame; though she was just as guilty of focusing on work over home, the cost of living your dreams. She sipped her tea when a light on the second floor of the neighbors house came on. \n\nShe remembered their own first days after moving in, everything still in boxes, including the curtains, which seemed to be the case next door. The Kelly’s must have taking the blinds with them when they left, as she now had a clear view into an empty room through the picture window. The new owners must be looking over their new home, she thought, as she saw the two walk into the room. She could see both of them smiling with wet hair, draped in towels, she felt herself blush, her heart beating faster seeing this private moment. \n\nShe looked away and wondered if they could see her below, thinking that she’ll be forever branded as the voyeuristic lady next door. She soon realized that even if she were in view the neighbors attention was not on her. When she looked back up to the window she saw them embraced, passionately kissing, towels discarded. From her angle below she could only see their upper halves, his strong arms pulling her small frame against him, releasing just long enough to offer a glimpse of her still wet breasts. Unable to look away from her neighbors her embarrassment quickly faded into an interest that she wasn’t expecting. \n\nHer eyes stayed trained on the couple, watching their hands travel over one another’s body, his large hands cupping one of her breasts as his lips lowered to the nipple, she imagined that she could hear the young wife’s gasp, only to realize that it was her own, finding her own hand on her breast mimicking the motion of the couple above. The show continued, as he pushed his wife toward the window, their full forms now visible her body tensing as her tight ass touched the cold glass. Again thoughts of the couple seeing her flooded to her mind, her heart still beating fast, though now she felt the warm rush elsewhere, unknowingly starting to pull up the lace edge of her cami, her fingers traveling up her thigh. \n\n1/2"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Write a third act "final showdown" scene between a heroine and villainess fighting over the key to the chastity belt worn by the last man on earth as he watches on.
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"content": "Stone awoke and struggled in the restraints that chained him to the large bed. He tried to yell, but his voice was muffled by the ball gag strapped to his mouth.\n\n\"Good morning, tiger,\" Evelyn said in her sultry voice. She ran a sharp fingernail over his bare chest. \"Did you sleep well? No? Aw, too bad,\" she said coyly.\n\n\"Momma got *plenty* of shut eye after playing with this,\" she said, tapping the solid codpiece that covered his genitals. She straddled it and held her vibrator against the carbon fiber chastity belt. They both moaned softly, barely audible over the rattle of the violent wand. Stone couldn't help but feel aroused. The gas she gave him made his skin tingle, his cock swollen with desire. He didn't know how many times he came in the codpiece already, but he could feel himself swimming in it again.\n\n\"Now then, I'm going to let you talk for a moment,\" she said. \"And I want you to say. the. magic. phrase,\" she said, punctuating her words with a stab with the vibrator. She unhooked the gag, and Stone moved his sore jaw. \"Now, what do you have to say to me?\"\n\n\"Fuck. You. Bit-\"\n\nShe snapped the gag back in place. \"Tsk tsk, tiger.\" She stood up and set the vibrator under the codpiece. He shook and moaned, unable to stop the relentless sensations.\n\nEvelyn's mid-Century glass house floated above the forest ground on metal posts, but it blended seamlessly with its surroundings. Of course, the glass was bulletproof. From her blind in the woods, Chloe saw Evelyn in the center bedroom, torturing Stone. Outside, three guards milled around the raised patio. Each toned woman wore a shoulder holster over skin-tight black turtlenecks and tight pants. Evelyn certainly had a brand. \"So much for a quiet entry,\" she muttered to herself as she opened her arsenal case. \n\n​\n\nChloe prepared two arrows with cutter warheads. Chloe knew she wouldn't have much time once the support beams gave out, but she didn't have much choice. She notched the first arrow and aimed at the rear support. It landed and adhered to the steel with a solid *pwong*. The guards walked to that side of the patio as she let the second arrow fly, nailing the other support. Her timing was perfect, the cutters exploded simultaneously, pitching the house to towards the ground, like a tripping baby.\n\nThe guards were thrown to the ground and two scrambled to their feet before the decking and glass crashed. One was less lucky. The survivors ran uphill towards the door, now open sideways. Chloe met them first, appearing from the blind side of the upended floor. The first guard caught a dagger to the throat and staggered backwards, falling into the other. The flailing body prevented her partner from grasping her pistol before Chloe threw another blade between her eyes. The bodies fell back downhill as Chloe made for the door.\n\n\"Must you *always* make a theatrical entrance?\" Evelyn asked as Chloe climbed into the house. \"Do you know how many architects I had to kill before I found one who could design this?\"\n\nChloe stepped over the broken furniture and ceramic in the destroyed living room. \"I guess I'm not a fan of the arts.\" Despite her snark, Chloe was impressed by the structure. The glass walls held up after the explosion and held their weight as accidental floors. Behind Evelyn, she could see Stone, still shackled to the bed, stood up on its foot board. He looked like he was being softly crucified. Chloe pushed forward.\n\n\"You don't have to do this, Chloe,\" Evelyn said, circling her. \"I'm sure the Chinese would still give you a cut of the bounty if you had just played ball.\"\n\n\"He's not for sale,\" she replied, then threw a punch at Evelyn's face. \n\nEvelyn blocked it and came back with her own. Chloe parried the blow but didn't see the boot until she felt it in her gut. Evelyn's speed was legendary. The kick was swiftly followed by another, and another, finishing with a spinning back kick that sent Chloe backwards over a couch. As Evelyn walked towards the pile, she dodged the crystal ashtray that Chloe flung at her. \n\nChloe got back on her feet and lunged at her, catching her gut with her shoulder. Evelyn haunched over but didn't fall, throwing Chloe to the edge of the hallway. Chloe groaned and looked down. The hallway was now a smooth tunnel leading straight down to the kitchen. Blood from her lips fell freely down the shaft.\n\n\"You shouldn't have come here,\" Evelyn said as she approached. As she stepped on the large painting on the floor, Chloe kicked the frame hard, sending her falling forward. Chloe caught Evelyn in the gut with her foot and flung her over the edge. After she heard the crash, Chloe looked down and saw her broken body, splayed halfway over the island. Chloe rose to her feet and carefully climbed into the bedroom. \n\nStone looked passed out, hanging from his wrists. She picked the locks and he fell off like a bag of rocks. \n\n\"Are you alright?\" she asked as she undid the gag.\n\nHe was breathing hard, but nodded. Chloe hugged him until he melted in her arms. As his panting subsided, he said, \"Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener.\" The cod piece chirped and fell to the ground. As it hit, cum spilled and spattered from the inside, covering both of their laps.\n\n\"You've been a busy boy,\" Chloe said. \"I hope you saved some for me.\" She helped him up and they pushed through an open window.\n\n***\n\nI hope the action is *active* enough. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When their very first group of volunteers arrived to test their experimental viagra for females, the research team had prepared for, and expected to find some previously missed side effects, and the possibility for a need to adjust the doses. None of them were prepared for what happened next...
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"content": "Dr. Lacan ran to Dr. Root's office, barely catching his breath as he opened the door. \"Dr. Root, there's been an escalation in Wing A.\"\n\n*Wing A*, Dr. Root thought. \"That's the group with protocol GB1200?\"\n\n\"Yes, doctor. Come quickly.\" \n\nDr. Root was not as young or spry as Dr. Lacan, so she walked hastily to the clinic where her patients were staying. \"Tell me what you observed,\" she said as they cross the halls.\n\n\"At first, they exhibited nominal symptoms, just like the smaller trials,\" he replied. \"The subjects all responded to the treatment with increased libido and physiological presentations.\"\n\n\"And then?\"\n\n\"And then one subject walked into another subject's room last night. The video feed from 2200 to 2300 hours was... evocative.\"\n\n\"Well, that's perfectly normal, we included homosexuals in the trials before.\"\n\n\"At 2345 hours, the two of them woke up the other ten subjects. They've been at it collectively for eight hours. But that's not the weird part.\"\n\nThey reached common room at Wing A. Behind the closed door, Dr. Root could hear muffled voices, and singing.\n\n\"Is that, Queen?\" he asked. \n\nDr. Lacan nodded and quietly opened the door. The smell of sex hit them like a humid wave. The naked women were piled on each other, bottles of water strewn around them. Some were paired, while others intertwined their legs with three other partners. All of them were kissing and touching each other, caressing their sweaty skin in all places except for one. There was a hum in the air, as if new voices were filling the spaces left open over their soft moans.\n\n*Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time, I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah*\n\n\"Who's singing?\" Dr. Root asked, confused.\n\n*And floating around in ecstasy. So don't stop me now don't stop me. 'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time*\n\nThe chorus of singing genitalia, which had started softly, crescendo'd into a loud, pitch perfect *a capella* version of \"Don't Stop Me Now.\" The subjects' bodies awoke and found their partners again with renewed energy. The doctors watched with awe as one woman stood on a couch with one leg on the arm rest and performed Brian May's guitar solo between her legs. \n\nAs the song slowed down and faded, the subjects went back to the floor in their previous positions, cuddling each other in the morning light. Dr. Root left the room and stood in the hallway. \n\n\"What should we do?\" asked Dr. Lacan.\n\n\"First, we wean those poor women off the drug,\" he replied. \"They must be exhausted. Then... then we call the lawyers and set up a meeting with ASCAP. The license cost is going to be crazy.\"\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] prompts involving harems.
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"content": "The dead king failed to have a son at any point in his life, so he did the “only reasonable thing” and raised his youngest daughter as a prince. Now that “he” has risen to the thrown, there’s a harem of young women waiting to serve “him”.\n\nOptional: \n\nnone of them know about what the king did and she isn’t keen on letting anyone know, so she tries to hide it for a while. \n\nStrapons. (Fun fact, Roman priestesses and Noblewomen used ones made of gold or silver)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A romantic encounter between a mime and a living statue.
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"content": "Jake walked to the plaza on the West end of City Park, where there was both plenty of room to ply his trade, and plenty of foot traffic. He counted two sidewalk painters, three bands, and a living statue already erected and taking tips, so he knew he needed to get started. Luckily, he had the the benefit of mobility. He sat on a bench and applied the white face paint before confidently walking towards a pack of tourists, listening to a blues guitarist. Most of them appreciated the music, but one man in a business suit looked on with apathy. Jake found his mark. Standing behind the uptight suit, he perfectly imitated the crossed arm, shaking head, and stern look of his target.\n\n\"Oh, look at that, dear, a mime,\" a woman said, noticing him. \"Harold, look! He's doing you!\" \n\nAs the man turned around on one foot, Jake performed the same motion, albeit with more flair. The man took two steps towards him and Jake repeated it, following some invisible irritation. The crowd laughed and the woman tugged on Harold's blazer. As she pulled him back, Jake deftly moved backwards as if he was dragged by his heels. The crowd applauded and threw a few bucks into his upturned hat. *Not a bad start*, he said as he looked for a new group.\n\nJake sauntered over to the living statue, in the same pose as this morning: a bronzed waitress slipping backwards on a banana peel while drinks teeter off a serving tray; the scene, frozen in time thanks to some cleverly hidden supports. Still, it was a workout to be in that position. More than once, he'd seen her ignore the trolls who tried to cop a feel or worse. At lunch time, he decided to eat his sandwich under the cover of her arched back, incorporating her act into his. He made sure to throw half his tips into her jar; it only seemed fair. \n\nBy the afternoon, the lunch rush was gone and only bitter old men and dog walkers remained in this part of the park. He stood in front of her with his hand on his chin, admiring her craft, then put a dollar in her tip jar on the serving tray. He was close enough to her face that he could see her lips tremble as she breathed. He walked over to a chalk artist resting nearby and pulled him off the bench. \n\n\"What's that, you need something, buddy?\" the artist said. \"Speak up, I can't hear you.\"\n\nJake walked briskly towards the statue but pulled himself back sharply after a few steps, as if he were tied to the painter. He looked back, tugging the invisible rope. The artist understood and walked slowly towards the statue while Jake moved like an excited dog, pulling him along. At the statue's area, Jake intimated his request with hands over his heart, his woo pitched in silent caricature. He gave the artist a five dollar bill then sat on an invisible chair while the artist worked.\n\n\"There you go, buddy,\" the artist said, standing up. The bouquet of flowers was so realistic, it looked like it was dropped at her feet, the petals still wet with shiny mist. It was beautiful, but only temporary. It would be a colorful smudge by morning. Jake leaped off his non-existent seat and hugged the artist, kissing the air around his cheeks. \n\n\"Good luck buddy, she's good,\" he said as he walked away. \n\nAt dusk, Jake noticed an accordion player entering the park and had another idea. He roped him in, just like he'd done with the chalk artist and gestured for a little romantic music. He lit imaginary candles at the invisible dining table and pretended to wine and dine her, carrying on a silent conversation. By now, there were very few onlookers in the plaza. This performance was for her. \n\nThe park was near closing. Orange sunlight filled her empty glasses as the park emptied and gates began to close. For the first time, she lifted her head and moved. Jake fell off his fake chair in surprise. She looked at him with bronzed eyes and laughed. \n\n\"Oh god, you're good,\" she said, dismounting from the support. \n\n\"You too. Thanks for being a sport,\" he said, dusting himself off. \"I'm Jake.\"\n\n\"Lillian. I know you just ate and all, but do you want to grab some pizza?\"\n\nHe nodded and helped her dismantle her gear, then walked out of the park, arm-in-arm.\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] A fencing match.
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"content": "Nobody had more impressive balls than Lord Cumminghard. His gatherings were known in the country, and anyone who mattered in Lickingshire - and far beyond, I might add – was honored to receive an invitation to visit his balls. On this faithful night, I was playing Baccarat with the Duke of Fuckington, who lost an incredible amount to Lord Fallus, and Lord Cumminghard himself. I started off winning some, but then my luck turned, and I was fortunate that Lord Cumminghard lost numerable bets in a row before calling off the game. \n\n“We ought to go downstairs for a while, shan’t we?” he suggested, poorly masking the fact that he was a sour loser. As nobody argued, we headed downstairs, where, to our delight, it turned out the Lord had prepared one of those events that made his balls bigger and better than anyone else’s. \n\nA handful of servants prepared a stage in the middle of the room, and two ladies were brought in. I recognized one of them as Mary, the maid who prepared my room earlier that afternoon, and whom I thought to have kept me company for the night if my winnings would allow it. \n\nAlas, Mary was brought onto stage with another young lady. Both had a foil in one hand, and a fencing mask in the other. The Lord ushered his Baccarat party onto reserved seats, and welcomed everyone for the evening, before taking our bets. I placed six hundred pounds on the other lady. Not that I had much confidence in her dueling skills, the tip of her foil shivered more than Lady Analstuffing after her powder box had run dry, but if Mary won and cost me my six hundred pounds, she could make up for it later that night. \n\nAfter all the guests had placed their bets, the ladies put on their masks. Their lack of training was evident in their stances, but to the jeers of the crowd, they started. They were absolute rubbish. Their foils swung round like they were chasing a chicken around the kitchen, and neither had the coordination to even stay within bounds. \n\nI had lost all hope of seeing a decent duel play out, when Mary stepped out of place. In a moment of hesitation, the other lady struck her. Though the foil hardly made contact, Mary stumbled unto the stage. The crowd cheered, and I couldn’t help but smile. It looked like my poor card playing would not be punished too much. \n\nTo my astonishment, Mary did not get up. The other lady took off her mask, and just as Mary took off her own, I watched how Mary handed off her foil. The hand grip, normally formed so elegantly around the dueler’s hand, was of a rather thick type, at least 8 inches long. \n\nEveryone around me knew what was about to happen well before I did, but this did not diminish my pleasure in the least. Mary’s undergarments were taken off, thrown into the crowd, and lo, the thick, long hand grip of her foil was set between her legs. \n\nI may have been late in recognizing the evening unfold, but I was the first to lean over to Lord Cumminghard. \n “I’ll forfeit every last pound of my bet to take that young ladies’ place.” \n The Lord just nodded, and the crowd cheered as I climbed up on the stage and took the foil in my hand."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Write a story based on a dice roll prompt.
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"content": "[The Roll decided 2, 4, 8.](https://i.imgur.com/a/BDxaCPY) This means it is a First time setting on a Plane, with Super Powers.\n\n***\n\n*I am dead. I am so dead. I am gonna die, and my parents will make sure nobody will find a body. Why did I have this stupid idea?*\n\nNovember the 5th, 2014. I am on a plane home to mum and dad, taking a break from studying and part-time work. They don't know I can turn invisible, but then again, nobody knows. I don't want to make sure that this comes out. Not while I can have some fun. \n\nEver been in a girl's locker room, hiding on the windowsill as girls undress and redress, comb their hair in little more than a bra and panties? Ever been waiting in an outhouse since you've heard that Layla and Mitch planned on meeting in said outhouse?\n\nYes, I am naughty, but I don't take advantage of these things. I could snap photos and not care for years about anything I wanted - Money makes everything disappear - but I didn't. I could be groping people and either pretend I am someone else or even not there in the first place. I could have done so much more, but I have restraint and I am not a bad person, okay?\n\nAnyways, a few seats in front of me, there is this cute girl. She looks intriguing, to say the least. Her clothes are definitely hand-sewn, a pattern of blue and green adorning a skirt and a blouse of dark black, accented with some dark green stripes. She seems fidgety, nervous. And she keeps looking to the lamp that signals whether the restroom is occupied, whenever she isn't looking to her seating neighbor.\n\nI thought for a moment, and got up. I headed to the toilet, and went invisible. I waited there, making sure to stand at a place where I couldn't easily bump into one of the stewardesses or stewards, and soon enough, someone came out. Before anyone could notice, I hurried inside and hid in there. It was somewhat spacious enough to accommodate two people easily, maybe even three, and thoughts of the mile-high club flashed through my head.\n\nNotice my slight surprise when instead of this cute girl, a man, age at least 40, enters the restroom, and plops down on the toilet. Notice my surprise once more, when I feel something pressing against me and a barely audible gasp reaches my ear.\n\nI froze, not moving an inch as my gaze still lingers on the man who pulled out his phone and while looking at it, now starts jacking it to all hell. He grunts and moans in a manner that'd be quite unarousing if there wouldn't be an invisible person, likely a girl, pressing against me and shuffling about.\n\nThe man stops jerking abruptly, and looks at me. \"So, you thought you could get a quick look, hm? Get your rocks off watching me, isn't that so?\" \nHe reaches out, and takes hold but a hand's length away from me. The person pressing against me is pulled towards him, and away from me. \n\"So, I'll make it simple. I don't like a one-sided deal.\" The man unlocks the door, and opens it, while he still had no pants on. \"You can join the mile high club, visible. Or you leave, right now, and let me rub one out in peace. I give you ten seconds to leave.\"\n\nI had seen enough, and was just given a one-way ticket to freedom. I moved outside, not meeting any resistance, and behind me, the door closed.\n\n***\n\nI had taken seat once more, thinking. By now, plenty of people have taken the flight time to sleep, and the toilets are unoccupied. The girl hasn't returned, however. I worried about her, in a way. Despite my intentions to just forget what happened, I went back to that place. Completely invisible, I entered the restroom and locked the door behind me.\n\nNot a second after I did that, a girl's voice appears next to me.\n\n\"You can turn invisible too! You were there, weren't you?\" She asks me, holding my shoulders.\n\n\"Guilty as charged...\" is the only reply I can bring out of myself.\n\n\"Oh, finally, someone who understands me, who *gets* me!\" She says. \"The excitement, the rush - I hope I am not too brash, but I am so fucking turned on!\"\n\n\"Same?\"\n\n\"Oh good. So, you like men, too?\"\n\n\"No? I hoped for a girl coming in... So, question: Why didn't you bang that guy? If he'd been a 40-something lady, I'd be all over that!\"\n\n\"He'd see me! I'd never live through the embarassment!\" She sputtered out.\n\n\"Well, I can't see you.\"\n\n\"Yeah, you know what I meeeeee-\" She elongates that word in a somewhat annoying way as she finally cottons on to what I imply. \"You want to pop my cherry?\"\n\n\"If you want?\" I reply.\n\n\"Fuck yes. The way I am right now, it's that or frigging myself until we land!\"\n\nI feel hands moving from my shoulders, exploring me and slowly going lower as warm breath now reaches my mouth, and my nose whiffs a scent of peachy perfume. \"Tell me about yourself, as far as you are comfortable with.\" She whispers into my ears with a sensuality straight out of a porn flick.\n\n\"Well, I am a college student, chemistry. I have pretty much average grades, not that fit, and- Ah!- I watch people who are naked.\" I gasp out. One of her hands has my very, very hardened cock in it's grasp, slowly stroking it. The other has reached my hands and guides them to her. \"Keep going.\" She says quite pressingly.\n\n\nI continue as I explore her body, caressing the cloth-covered breasts of hers. \"I watch people dress, undress, having sex, or - oh god! - just touching themselves. I often wait until I am home to get off, but sometimes, I just do it in their presence. Nobody knows what I see, and nobody ever assumes something like this.\"\n\n\"Mmmhh, you are a naughty little man, aren't you...\" She moans into my ears. She pushes against me, my hands forced around her instead of against her breasts, but by now a soft, wet spot pressing against my overeager cock.\n\n\"And you? What has this - little - pussy already witnessed?\" I thrust against her, once, twice, and feel a warmth enveloping the tip. \"Or is this your very first attempt?\"\n\n\"Oh, my needy little cunt has seen - nngh - plenty! Dildos and vibes, a rabbit vibe I *borrowed* from Cindy - washed before and - haah - after, just to make sure - and although my wet spot hasn't had the pleasure, it's snug little neighbour already took Mike's plug in. Though, you are the first living thing inside me, if that's important to you.\"\n\nI am more occupied thrusting steadily in and out, trying at the same time to keep up the rhythm and not to finish too soon. Already I feel the familiar tingle rise up, and my breath become ragged. It isn't too long until I utter: \"Inside or outside?\"\n\nI thrust inwards, a cry of pleasure escapes the invisible girl in my arms, and as I pull out, she becomes very, very quiet with her moans. Her inner folds pull at me, try to keep me inside, and with no answer and a final push, I unload within her, holding her as she clings to me.\n\nI release her after a bit, sitting down on the toilet. \"That was... wow...\"\n\nShe replies, gasping for air quite similar to me. \"Yeah...\"\n\nA door is unlocked, and opened. \"Maybe we'll happen upon one another again... See you around?\"\n\nI reply \"Yeah\", but she's already gone. I get ready, visible and back to my seat, after which a familiar face runs past me to the toilet stall, blushing. A girl, with a black blouse, accented with dark green stripes, a skirt of blue and green, and a familiar splash of white trailing down her left leg."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] The women-only nude photography class has paired off for this week's assignment "the classic spread pussy". And the new "clothing-optional" rules for the entire campus means all kinds of new, and public locations are suddenly popular.
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"content": "Heather sat on the blanket with her arms and legs crossed. Even though she trusted her roommate, she was still nervous about posing. \n\n\"What if this ends up on the Internet?\" she asked.\n\n\"Well, anything's possible,\" Karen replied. \"I'm controlling as much as I can: using film, developing it myself, watermarking the prints, and I'll even give you the negatives. If you want, I'll even crop out your face, although that would be a shame since you're so photogenic.\"\n\nHeather blushed. \"Okay,\" she said, peeling off her clothes. \"Let's do this.\" She walked over to the edge of the raised beds of vegetables growing next to the campus green house. Rows of brilliantly colored tomatoes hung from metal cages, some peeking out from under the lush green leaves.\n\n\"Go ahead an bend over, like you're going to work the soil,\" Karen said. Heather complied and bent at the waist with her legs spread apart. Karen walked over with a light meter. \"Hmm, okay, we're going with F22 and one over eight hundred. Perfect. Just one more thing.\" She pulled a small bottle with a dropper cap.\n\n\"What's that?\" Heather asked, looking behind.\n\n\"It's a glossy lube to make your kitty shine.\"\n\n\"Is that really necessary?\"\n\n\"Well, unless you want to just finger yourself and go with a natural look...\"\n\n\"Fine,\" Heather said with a small tone of dejection. \"If I get a UTI...\"\n\n\"Don't worry, it's made for lady parts. Trust me, *I know*,\" Karen said with a snicker. \"Now, reach between your legs and make a V with your index and middle finger.\" Heather complied and spread her lips. Her dark skin-toned labia looked beautiful in contrast to her pink pussy. \"It's perfect!\"\n\nKaren dabbed the lube in a few strategic locations and the thick drops hung like dew. She looked into her viewfinder and was impressed with herself. The lube perfectly reflected the inverted garden like a fish-eye lens. The macro lens captured the outer world in vivid detail, just a gravity began to pull it down. She pulled the trigger and snapped the photo. True to her word, Karen respected her privacy and gave Heather the negatives, plus a copy of the print. Her project hung on display in the art gallery along with her fellow students' work. \n\nHeather looked at herself, hanging on the wall. She never thought she'd see herself, especially from that angle, but she was captivated by the image. \"What do you call it?\"\n\nKaren smile. \"I call it, The Victory Garden.\"\n\n***\n\nA short one. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Endure it..." she moaned to herself "don't cum, if you cum, they escape..."
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"content": "She knew as long as she could withstand the relentless assault on her body without cuming the focus would be on her and the rest of the team could escape. Her body trembled, quivered, and convulsed, but she contained her orgasm deep within her aching cunt. Arms and legs spread wide and restrained she was completely exposed and open but the blindfold kept each assault a secret. Now fighting back the simulations of the pulsing vibrator on her clit, her pussy and asshole were being penetrated. As one thick dildo went in one hole another was moving out of the other. The pace was quickly increasing, nearing a fever pitch, when suddenly both of her nipples were clamped. The clamps must have been on a chain because they were now tugging her tits in time to the pounding between her legs.\n\nHow much more could she take? What would be tried next to force an orgasm from her strained body?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompts in Space
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"content": "I’ve got a few that have been rattling around in my head, but I’ve never really gotten around to writing posts for. Feel free to take your pick!\n\n***\n\n1)... A Romantic Study Absent Gravity: \n\nA married (or otherwise romantically involved) couple of astronauts take part in a landmark study looking to define - in practice - some of the logistics involved in making love in a zero-gravity environment.\n\n2)... Designated Driver(s):\n\nA colony ship sets out towards another world, its passengers sleeping in cryogenic stasis - allowing them to live for decades and decades without showing the least sign of the aging process. However, the automation of ship systems is still rather unsatisfactory, making it necessary for someone (or a small group of people) to wake up every so often to fix things. Involved in that period of wakefulness is a lot of free time to burn... How does one go about it?\n\n3)... Heliology:\n\nWorking on a satellite in orbit around the sun, an astronaut makes a wonderful discovery; by very narrowly decreasing the opaqueness of the sun-shield window in a certain lab, they can safely work on their tan! But what happens when they get caught sunbathing in the nude by one of their crew-mates?\n\n4)... Not but Glass Between They and The Stars:\n\nThe protagonist of the story describes what goes through their mind as they make love against the window of their space-craft, looking out into the heavens (and/or perhaps down on the earth) with poetic astonishment and philosophical wonder as they and their lover relish in each other.\n\n***\n\n(All characters in any of these prompts 18+, of course.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fantasy Brothel
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"content": "You kind of regret majoring in illusion magic. Your classmates are making a killing in the entertainment industry, but you’re stuck here making a living in the... \"entertainment\" industry. You poke around in your client's brain, pull out their most desired fantasy, then weave it into reality - for them. At least it's never boring, and you don't actually get your hands dirty.\n\n\nOptional ideas:\n\n\n>!If your client's kinks match up with your own, you sometimes slip into the illusion to play along with them.!<\n\n\n\n>!Other times, you just watch from the sidelines and... take care of your own needs. It's on work time, but who really cares?!<\n\n>!Your latest client's deepest, darkest fantasy is sappy, vanilla lovemaking. You quickly realize they’re a virgin, but they try their best for their fantasy partner. Though it's against all the rules, you approach them after dispelling the illusion. They're just so damn cute.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] A girl takes her painfully shy little brother to the prom. Despite both of their best efforts, things escalate from there...
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"content": "**Part 1/2**\n\n\"Maybe this was a bad idea.\" Will muttered as he shuffled nervously outside of the door to her room.\n\n\"Look it'll be fine.\" Dawn dawn called from behind the door. \"None of your classmates know me anyway so they'll never know I'm your sister.\" She beamed as she opened the door and beamed to him. She was wearing a tight red dress that showed off her curves nicely and showed a lot of her ample cleavage. \"I'll just be your mysterious hot date.\" She grinned without noticing how Will flushed when he looked her over. \"Now come on, dad said he'll let you borrow the car as long as you promise to stay away from the punch.\" \n\n---\n\nWill pulled the car into one of the parking spaces furthest from the dance hall and killed the engine. His hands fell into his lap as he just looked out of the window towards the lights and noise of the dance hall.\n\n\"Hey.\" Dawn said as she took his hand and gave it a little squeeze. \"It'll be fine okay?\" She said in a soothing voice. \"We'll just sit here for a while okay? Until you feel ready, no pressure.\" She pulled his hand up and gave it a small kiss. \"Take your time, I'm here for you.\" \n\nWill nodded and kept looking out of the window towards the colorful lights. \"I really don't think its a good idea-\" He began again but was interrupted when Dawn took his shoulder and turned him to face her.\n\n\"Don't focus on them, focus on me.\" She smiled as she stroked his hand. \"I'll be right next to you this entire time, whenever you need a break from it all just look into my eyes and it will be just the two of us there.\" She smiled and kept his eyes on hers. Slowly but surely she felt the tension bleed out of him, his shoulders falling into a relaxed position and his back straightening a bit. \n\n\"Alright, I think I'm ready, thanks sis.\" He smiled as it was his turn to pull her hand up and give it a kiss. \n\n\"You're welcome, I've gotta make sure my date enjoys his prom afterall.\" She winked as they got out of the car.\n\n---\n\n\"Alright we've been talking, and this whole thing-\" Rob gestured to Dawn and Will who had been sitting at a table chatting over some snacks. \"Its not real.\" \n\n\"W-what do you mean?\" Will said trying hard not to show how bad he was freaking out.\n\n\"You're not a couple.\" One of the other kids added in. \n\n\"Of course we are.\" Dawn replied sounding offended. \n\n\"No you're not.\" One of the girls chimed in. \"You've only danced once, and you haven't kissed a single time since you got here.\" \n\n\"Besides, you're way too hot to settle for that dweeb.\" Rob added and gained a chorus of chuckles from his little band of followers. \n\n\"I'm pretty sure I don't need someone who can't even tie a tie correctly to validate who I date.\" Dawn spat back with ice in her voice.\n\n\"I- I know how to tie a- That doesn't matter, you're not a real couple, you're probably like his cousin or something.\" Rob almost yelled as he fumbled with his tie.\n\n\"We're not cousins.\" Will began, feeling the last of his resilience give away. \"We're-\" \n\n\"Together.\" Dawn cut in and stood up and took Will's hand to get him standing as well. \"If we were cousins would we do this?\" She asked and leaned closer. Will's eyes went wide with surprise as her lips came closer, he wanted to pull away until he caught her eyes, she was there for him, just like she promised. Her lips caught his in a long soft kiss, he closed his eyes as his arms instinctively went around her and came to rest on her hips as they kissed. It was just the two of them, just like she had promised, the prom didn't matter, it was just the two of them enjoying themselves. \n\nWhen she finally broke the kiss Will felt it linger on her lips as she looked over her shoulder at Rob. \"What? No more stupid theories?\" She asked with a sugary sweet voice as she pushed herself a little closer to Will, pressing against his body with her own. \"Or maybe you're just hoping for a show because you couldn't get a date yourself.\" She smirked and with a grumble of profanities Rob and his group scurried off. \n\nShe turned her attention back to Will. \"Are you okay?\" She asked softly, looking slightly down at him in her heels. \n\nWill nodded silently and just stood there with his arms around her. \"You- you didn't have to do that for me.\"\n\n\"Of course I did.\" Dawn smiled. \"I said I was going to be there for you, and I meant it.\" She said as she put her arms around his neck as the band began playing a slow song. \"I'm not going to let them spoil your night.\" She smiled and began swaying to the music. \n\n\"Thank you.\" Will blushed as he had no choice but to follow her lead and slowly sway with her.\n\n\"If you want to thank me, just make sure you enjoy yourself.\" Dawn smiled and gave him a kiss on the forehead. \"That will make me the happiest.\" She caught his eyes again and the two of them danced the night away all alone in their own little world.\n\n---\n\n\"I'm sorry, I swear its the last time.\" Will apologized nervously as they got to the party. Summer break was almost over by now and since prom Dawn had gone to 3 private parties as his girlfriend. \"When I go off to college next month I'll stop seeing these people and you don't have to do something like this anymore.\" \n\n\"You don't need to apologize.\" Dawn smiled. \"I like going to parties with you, you've come so far.\" She beamed proudly. \"Now, do you wanna go in, or should we wait a minute?\" She asked supportively.\n\n\"I think I'm ready.\" He said after steeling himself for a few moments. \n\n\"I'm so proud of you.\" She smiled as she leaned in and gave him a small kiss. \"Then lets get going honey.\" She winked.\n\n---"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Friends, Prompters, Countrymen...
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"content": "Androids have just been recognized as having the rights of sentient individuals, so people and androids can now legally marry. Write about one of the many happy couples on their wedding day... and on their wedding night.\n\n\nOptional ideas:\n\n\n>!Android-android marriage is also legal.!< \n\n\n>!It technically voids the warranty to overwrite an android's stamina limit, but good Lord is it worth it.!<\n\n\n>!Those who opt for a traditional wedding have some issues when it comes to the android's family. One side of the aisle often just has a handful of scientists and engineers who are exhausted from attending so many weddings.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Aiding In Business Negotiations
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"content": "(This is my first prompt submission, criticism is greatly welcome)\n\n&#x200B;\n\nFor the past week my boss had been ragging on about a business meeting coming up shortly. It is nearly the only think that he ever mentioned every day when he came up to the 50th floor. Mr Gerard is the CEO of a massive beauty and beauty accessories companies, and he has managed to secure a meeting with a rival company to merge together, pooling resources for a massive increase in profits, if estimates are correct. I cant really blame him for nagging on about it, he had built this corporation from the ground up nearly 50 years ago, and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity fly by.\n\nFrom across the hall where my desk was, the elevator dings. The doors rotate open, and Mr Gerard steps out, briefcase in hand. The 50th floor is decorated a very pristine white, with framed pictures lining the room before his office. My desk was a massive semicircle shape, and apart from the door on the right of the wall, took up nearly the whole wall. He walks over to the desk, putting his arms on the matte black surface.\n\n“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you, but that very important meeting is today.” He says, looking at me from across the desk.\n\n“I’m well aware, Mr Gerard. Its labeled here in my calendar. 3 times, in-fact.” I reply. He looks up at me with an intense glare.\n\n“I’ve got it covered, Sir…” I say, worried that my quip may have stuck a nerve. Best not to mess with anything during a time this serious.\n\n“Serena, look.” He replied. “I’m not looking to be hostile or mean, I’m just under a lot of stress. This is the biggest meeting of this companies history. It cant go wrong under ANY circumstances.”\n\nI nod agreeingly, typing on my keyboard replies to query Emails.\n\n“If the representatives need anything, I’ll be of service, Mr Gerard” I say, reassuring him.\n\nThe elevator dings again. The circular doors to the elevator rotate, revealing the CEO and 2 more board members who start to approach the desk. I subtly adjust by black blouse and bra, making myself appealing. The man in the middle approaches me first.\n\n“I believe I have an appointment with a Mr Gerard. My name is Christian Silvani” He says. I look up at him. His grey suit stands out amongst the silver and white of the room he stands in. I press a button on the call phone besides my keyboard.\n\n“Me Gerard, there is a Mr Silvani here to see you. Its your 12 O-clock.” I say into the phone. Nothing less than seconds pass and the door besides the desk swing open.\n\n“Christiano! My compadre!” He exclaims to the man in the grey suit. He gestures him inside, and his board members follow. He eyes me, and I give him the thumbs up as he walks inside. Before closing the door, he mouths to me “Anything”\n\nA few hours pass, and the talking from inside the office escalates to more yelling, even than what the soundproofing could handle. A red light appears on the call phone, a request from Mr Gerard for my presence inside the office. I make myself presentable, brushing of dandruff and link stuck to my blouse. Opening the door, I see Mr Gerard opposite sides of Mr Silvani and the board members.\n\n“Mr Gerard, board members, how may I be of service?” I ask, looking around. Mr Gerard nods at Silvani and his men, and in a twist they start to fiddle with their belts, eventually removing them and putting it down at their chairs.\n\n“Serena do you know what assets are?” Mr Gerard asks.\n\nI start to go red in the face, seeing the Italian men removing the belts, and now fiddling with their belts.\n\n“I-I have a general idea, id like to think. I reply.\n\n“Assets are an object to be bought, sold and traded. Some do jobs, and some have functions.”\n\n“You’ve got two great assets!” Mr Silvani shouts from across the room.\n\nA smirk appears across Mr Gerard’s face.\n\n“When you work at this company, you’re an asset to this team. As an asset, you’ve got a function… a purpose.”\n\nI look at Mr Gerard in shock. What was he expecting me to do? I couldn’t actually do this, can I?\n\n“Serena, are you going to follow your instructions? Be a good asset to this team, please.”\n\nI look back at him, looking at me with pleading eyes. “What do you want me to do?” I ask.\n\nHe chuckles to himself, leaning back in the chair. “Look in the draw closest to the door. There are some things in there that you’ll need.” He says.\n\nOnce I had retrieved the bits from the draw, I unfolded a little note attached to one of the items. It was a list of instructions on each of these items, these sex toys. The first instruction commanded me to lose my upper clothings. A blouse, T shirt, ect. Then I had to put the ring gag inside my mouth to hold my mouth open. More instructions like tearing a hole in my pants were written, which I followed accordingly. Eventually, I find the courage to re enter the office room again, dressed in my new attire.\n\n“Stunning, isn’t she?” Mr Gerard asked. The rest of the board members agree in unison.\n\n“Serena, as a secretary, you need to organise and plan things to keep my stress levels low. My stress is really high, mainly because Mr Silvani’s stress is high too.” He says. By now, Mr Silvani had gotten his belt and pants off, or at least off his crotch. His dick erect, it stood between his legs like a trophy.\n\nMr Silvani snapped his fingers twice, and my vision and line of sight darted to him.\n\n“Sexcretary, can you cum and do your job, yeah?” He said demandingly. Mr Gerard pushed me along gently towards you, giving me a smack on the arse before letting me walk over to Mr Silvani.\n\nI get down on my knees, next to Mr Silvani and his cock. The smell of it drives me closer towards it. While doing so, he starts to grab my head and stroke my hair, while also nudging me closer to his cock. Soon, he takes my head close enough that I start to lick it out of desperation to satisfy myself.\n\nMr Silvani takes his cock and guides the tip into my mouth, currently being held open by the ring gag.\n\nThe thick member penetrates inside, and I’m forced to suck on his cock for to breathe. Mr Silvani begins to moan, throwing his head back at the sight of his rivals secretary sucking his cock. “Always knew you had good taste” He said to Mr Gerard.\n\nWith some of his free hands, he grabs my tits from under my body and begins to play and toy with them, squeezing them in his grip. I moan loud on his dick, earning me some smacks on my bottom. He grabs some chunks of my hair and ‘helps me’ by moving it back and forts up and down the length of his cock. He forced me down onto his dick even harder, shoving the full length down my throat. With a loud gasp, he releases a massive load of cum deep down my throat. Some extra cum leaks out of his dick on the way back up, covering the surfaces of my mouth in more cum. I hold my hands out in front of my mouth, trying to catch any that could fall out to avoid extra cleaning.\n\n“So I take it that we will have a deal?” Mr Gerard asks. Mr Silvani knows his head. He’s ready to welcome his new part in the colossal business into his life, with all the perks that come with.\n\nA while later, renovations had been successfully made to the huge complex of rooms. Mr Gerard had moves upwards to the 51’st floor, and Mr Silvani took the 50th floor office. An alert pops up on the call phone from Mr Silvani, requesting me in his office.\n\n“Hello Mr Silvani. How may I help you?” I ask.\n\n“Miss Serena, how long until my 12 O clock?” He asks.\n\n“Your 12 O clock begins in about 10 minutes, Mr Silvani.\n\nHe motions me closer to his desk.\n\n“We always strive to be efficient here don’t we? Remove your things, Serena, we're going to start now.” He said, retrieving the ring gag."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] A few questions regarding prompts
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"content": "Hello! I think unless the person who started the PM states that it's okay for other writers, it's good to wait a week before you post your take on a prompt as a PI post.\n\nI try not to write on my own prompts but I don't think it's explicitly forbidden. I've written [CC] stories instead, when I have a prompt in mind and a story that goes along with it. \n\nI've written [PI] stories that were inspired by Reddit chats, I don't know if there's an issue where your inspiration comes from. I think to the extent that the original WP subreddit is SFW and we're not means you'd want to limit their exposure to NSFW content, but I don't know."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] For a ghost, the most sexual, intimate thing they can do is posses their partner.
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"content": "Contains non-con\n***\nDana soaked in the bathtub, waiting for him. She surrounded the edges with scented candles and rose petals, like the first time they made love, so many years ago. The only difference then and now was the large mirror, propped up at the foot of the tub. That, and the fact that Roman died four years ago. Even so, their love bridged the ethereal plane and on each anniversary, they found a way to share each other.\n\nWhen the bells tolled in the distance, she closed her eyes and slid underwater, letting the warmth cover her face and body, and she waited. The cold rush started at her toes then traveled quickly over her body. In an instant, she could feel herself falling into the smaller space, the dark spot of her mind where she could see and feel, but was no long in control of her own body. \n\n*He's here*, she thought. *You've come again, Roman. Welcome home.*\n\nShe stretched her arms upward, letting the water droplets fall on her face. \"It feels so good to be alive!\" Dana felt her face, her fingers dancing over her cheeks and nose, then slipping down her neck. In the darkness, Dana could feel her arousal building but could do nothing to quell it. \n\n*My love, I need your touch,* she echoed, hoping that he'd hurry to her most private places. She was surprised when she was lifted out of her resting position and knelt in the bathub. *Honey, Roman, what's going on?*\n\nShe received no answer. Instead, her hand caressed her smooth bottom and slapped it. The jolt sent a wave of panic through Dana's mind. *What the fuck, Roman?* Another wet slap hit her other cheek, and Dana felt like she was on fire. Her eyes revealed nothing, only the sweaty bath tile and candles were in her vision. The next slap sent her screaming. \n\n\"Let me take care of that, baby,\" she said, reaching for a bottle of body wash. It was soothing as she rubbed it into her hot skin. Her hands slipped between her cheeks and began to stroke her slit.\n\n*Oh, yes, please*, Dana thought. She could feel her fingers part her wet lips and find more warmth between them. First one, then two fingers dipped inside and Dana felt a wave of pleasure in her dark place. *Yes, love, my pussy is yours*\n\nShe opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder, finally staring into the mirror. In the reflection was a man, naked on all fours, plunging his hand between their legs. Dana was shocked. The man in the mirror was not Roman.\n\n*Who the fuck are you?* she exclaimed. *Where's Roman?*\n\n\"Roman was getting a little bored, Dana,\" she said. \"He asked me to switch with him. Actually, there's a fair number of us who'd like to have some kind of arrangement-\"\n\n*Get the fuck out!* she screamed. A cold rush washed over her as the spell broke Dana gained control of her body. She couldn't believe it. Roman was turning her out like a ghost's whore. She stepped out of the water and marched to the shrine where they spoke regularly.\n\n\"Talk Roman, talk now or I'm breaking all this shit.\"\n\nThe black and white photo of her late husband came to life under the glass. \"Dana, I'm real sorry, I was just, so bored here.\"\n\n\"Well, that's what you get for being dead. Who was that guy?\"\n\n\"Milton. Like, John fucking Milton. He has a thing where people can uh, rent out their return days.\"\n\n\"Fuck you, Roman. I'm not a god damn time share.\"\n\n\"Listen, I know it sounds bad-\"\n\n\"It's fucking terrible.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but the afterlife...it's no picnic. I think I'd turn into a ghoul if I didn't have a way to experience more. You don't want to be a ghoul, Dana, like not at all.\"\n\n\"Do you think we could have talked about it first before you let Mr. Handsy slap my ass?\"\n\n\"I'm really sorry. I fucked up. I don't know what to say. I know you're supposed to move on anyway, do you think this might help?\"\n\nDana thought for a moment. The window was gone, and they wouldn't be able to experience each other for another year. \"Okay. I love you still, but I have some conditions, like no more fucking spanks.\"\n\n\"Thank you Honey! You don't know what this means to me. Thank you!\"\n\nDana gave him the run down of the things she liked, some new things she learned to like in his absence, and when it was all said and done, she looked forward to next year.\n\n***\nA little goofy one; comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Boob Fairy: like the Tooth Fairy, but for breasts.
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"content": "A hush fell over the room as the bailiff slammed his staff down three times on the gleaming floor. The door behind the bench opened and the Assistant Secretary for Terrestrial Fairies, looking very official in his three piece business suit, took the center chair on the high bench. The figure in Red followed and seated itself in the chair to the left. It’s hood extended far enough forward to complete screen it’s face. The figure in White brought up the rear and sat to the right. Long, golden tresses fell nearly to its shoulders and framed a face of the most sublime beauty.\n\nOnce the triumvirate were settled the Bailiff knocked his staff against the floor again and announced the first case on the dockett. \n\n“Fairy 1732, Booblinka, a Boob Fairy of the Third Order, charged with gross incompetence, misallocation of resources and accounting irregularities.” \n\n“I’m innocent! This is all a big mixup. Sure stuff happened, but was it *my* fault? Read my lips! N F W!” The tiny fairy nervously flew from end to end of the dock. \n\nThe Secretary banged his gavel on the bench and called for order. “We’ll not tolerate such outbursts, Booblinka! This is an august assembly of the Trans Terrestrial Union. You will comport yourself with the proper decorum.” \n\n“Or what, hissy face? You’ve already destroyed my existence. Give me a break, will ya? At least get fuckin’ real with theses trumped up charges, not like that other creep did with my poor ...” \n\nThe Secretary slammed his gavel down repeatedly. White covered it’s ears and turned away. Red made a noise that did not sound terribly nasty and muttered “I like a pixie with spunk. Let’s just return a guilty verdict and I’ll take care of everything.” \n\nThe Secretary stopped beating the bench and said, “Decorum, due process and decorum shall be the order of the day before we pass judgement.” He pointed his gavel at the fairy and asked her to tell her story. \n\nShe flitted about a bit and then settled on the bar of the dock and took a deep breath. \n\n“Ok. Well this first one, well no way that was my fault. See this woman gets a positive and it’s her sixth in eighteen years. She picks up the phone in her kid’s room and starts wailing to her BFF about having one in college and one in nursery school. Course she tosses the test stick on the bed and it rolls off the pillow and gets wedged between the mattress and the headboard.” \n\n“So my next sweep my sensors find a valid stick. There’s this really cute face surrounded by hair most women would kill for, nice full lips, uh … well, not the prettiest face you’ve seen, but, hey it’s not *my* place to judge. There’s no stick under the pillow but the signal is strong. I catch a glimpse of the tip and figure it just slipped out of place. So, and now this is service above and beyond the call you know, so I go out of my way to fetch the stick and out of the goodness of my heart I give her a perfect set of 38 double D's to make up for the face. Fuck! I deserve a commendation for this. Not my fault the mother got careless with her positive test and then didn’t do the best job of making up her son’s bed either!” \n\nThe trio conferred amongst themselves and White spoke. \n\n“There were extenuating circumstances on that one, we admit. But surely you should have taken precautionary measure with an undocumented recipient.” \n\nBooblinka interrupted. “Those fucking documents aren’t worth nothin’ as you will see in the next charge.” \n\nAfter the Secretary cautioned about colorful language, White suggested they move on. \n\n“Well, this one shows what good your precious documentation does. See I’m on patrol and everything is just perfect. I stop at 37 Oak Way and all is in order. Valid stick under a pillow. Flat as a board first timer in the bed. So I collect the stick and check the paperwork. Huh? A cups? Well this is a big girl, maybe five-ten, and not skinny either. So I double check. 37 Oak Way, A cups. There it is plain as day. I shrug and give her what it says. I can hardly notice a change, but, hey that’s what the paperwork calls for.” \n\n“Now my next stop, wanna guess? My next stop is 73 Oak Way and triple D’s are specified. Did ya get that? Last stop number 37 and A cups, the next stop was number 73 and DDD’s. Well, I double check the paperwork and everything is in order. I collect the stick and look down at this really cute little thing. Fuck! I doubt she's even five feet and can’t even be close to a hundred pounds. Yeah, don’t ask. I *triple* check the paperwork. Triple D’s so that's what I give her. Turned out she needed weighted ass implants just to be able to stand up!” \n\nA murmur rushes around the meeting room but it’s quickly silenced by the gavel. The trio confer and this time the Secretary speaks. \n\n“Surely a Boob Fairy with your experience should have questioned the allotments and adjusted them!” \n\nBooblinka gave him a long, incredulous stare. “What? And then take it up the ass for not following instructions, just like Goody Goody White Wings tried before?” \n\nWhite flushed and the Secretary wielded his gavel. Those closest swore they actually heard Red chuckle. \n\nRed quieted the crowd with a loud grumble. Wisps of black smoke wafted out from under its hood. “Not so easy to explain the next one, Booblinka, unless you are claiming you can’t count.” \n\nThe Fairy cowered under the harsh voice. He was right. She was going to have to dance around this one. \n\n“Ok, yeah, I coulda done more on this one. But, given what I saw, how can you fault me? They’re in bed sound asleep. The stick is active and it *is* a bit under her pillow, but, yeah, it’s mostly between them. Thing is, it’s real cold and they both have on double layers of night clothes. So, yeah, I could have checked her more closely but, well she sure looked flat to me.” \n\n“Not ‘could’ have! *Should* have,” corrected the Secretary. “The husband got frisky the next morning and came up behind his wife in the dim light. He was, uh, fully engaged when he reached around her and nearly had a heart attack.” \n\n“Yeah,” said Booblinka, “He thought he was doing the family dog.” \n\nEven those across the room heard Red laugh at that remark. The overworked gavel silenced the crowd again.\n\nThe figure in red’s raspy voice filled the room. “I sense a bit of malice in 1732’s eyes. I hear defiance, not contrition. Perhaps this pixie would find a better fit with the duties in my realm.” \n\nThe figure in white was quick to speak up. “Perchance my colleague is right but,” the honey toned voice implored, “Surely we must wait for all the evidence to be presented and the accused has had a chance to explain all extenuating circumstances.” \n\nThe Secretary agreed and asked for details of the last charge, misallocation of resources and accounting irregularities. \n\nBooblinka groaned. “Are you people totally clueless? I had nothing to do with that. Yeah, some of my positive test sticks were used twice so my numbers don’t add up. I’m down for more than two boobs per stick, but that's already been settled.” \n\nThe Tribunal looked at the clerk who quickly pointed out that the actual thefts and sales on the black market had been tracked to another party. This charge against the Boob Fairy had to do with failure to dispose of test sticks after they were used. \n\n“So, what do you expect! Talk about those extenuating circumstances, you all drove me to distraction. I had to watch my poor Vernon sink into depression after you took away his job at the halo factory with your ‘rightsizing’. He sunk so low not being able to provide, ya know, that he sort of uh, borrowed some of the wands before I found the energy to deactivate them. Somehow, beats me how, but somehow they were used by a renegade Boob Fairy. That’s who you should be chasing after is that renegade Boob Fairy, not a poor, hard working fairy like me!” \n\n“Enough!” Red’s deep and raspy voice filled the room. “We have heard enough from this foul mouthed creature. Yes, indeed her husband, a former halo elf, was found guilty of purloining still active test strips. He is now gainfully, and happily, redeployed as a garden gnome at *Terra Botanica*.” \n\nThe Secretary smiled and interrupted. “Yes indeed! And what an effective gnome he is. Let me tell you, children *never* take those shortcuts across the lawn more than once!” \n\nRed made a not unpleasant sound and agreed. “Yes, the redundant elf has become a very successful gnome with a future. But we have yet to find the offending Boob Fairy. I submit,” he said in a booming voice while extending a long, bony finger in the Booblinka’s direction, “*You* were his accomplice. It was *you* who willingly provided the wands *and* the boobs!” \n\nThe crowd exploded at this dramatic accusation and once again the gavel had to quiet the gallery. \n\nWhite tried to start a discussion but the Secretary called the tribunal together for a conference. After a hushed but heated discussion he called the session to order. \n\n“We have heard enough!” he announced. \n\nWhite frowned and spoke with downcast eyes. “We acknowledge extenuating circumstance contributed to some of these incidents, but expect a Boob Fairy of the third Order to handle complicating factors.” \n\nRed nearly cackled as he passed sentence. “You are to be stripped of your current responsibilities and will be redeployed as a Wood Pixie of the First Order. Report to my minions tomorrow for training in pop up trail puddles!” \n\nBooblinka flew into the farthest corner of the dock and hid her face in shame until the great room was empty. Then she pulled out her cell and hit a speed dial. \n\n“Hey Baby! … Like a charm! ... Yup, I’m on my way.” Her lips curled into a lecherous smile as she listened. “Oh Vern! Are those threats or promises? … Yeah, tonight!” \n\n“Oh, Vern? I’m going to walk on the grass!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cafe/bar with a man under each table: one chair has his mouth, the other is his cock
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"content": "Contains MMF\n***\nEmily and Jordan hugged on the street as they met. The long winter was finally over and Emily was looking forward to getting outside. She wore her favorite spring dress, a blue, ruffled number with white hibiscus flowers. \n\n\"It's such a nice day. Are you sure you want to spend it indoors?\" Emily looked at the other bistros that had outdoor seating, or at the very least, open windows. The entrance in front of them was the opposite of inviting, with frosted glass and a small sign with its hours posted on the side. \"I mean, this place looks like it's sealed up tight.\"\n\n\"Trust me, it's worth it. They get super busy in the cooler months so now is the perfect time to come here.\" Jordan held the steel door open. \"Come on in.\"\n\nThe temperature inside was comfortable. The receiving area was small in front but seemed to have private booths further in. Emily looked at the Japanese inspired decor until her eyes fell on the large tanuki statue by the hostess stand. It had a generous smile and kind eyes, and a set of balls that sagged in front of its legs. They looked like two basketballs stored loosely in a mesh sack. \"I guess I'd be happy too if I had a set like that,\" Emily remarked.\n\n\"Welcome to \"Kotatsu,\" the hostess said. \"Table for two?\" Jordan nodded and the hostess asked for a moment to prepare their table. She pressed a few keys on a tablet, then turned her attention back to them.\n\n\"Have you been here before?\" she asked.\n\n\"My friend hasn't. I have though. *Several* times.\"\n\n\"Well, I glad to have you back.\" The hostess looked at Emily. \"It's your first time, and I am so excited for you. I know you're going to have a good time, like your friend. This cafe has a special feature for our guests, but our number one priority is your comfort. If at any time you wish to stop, slow down, or leave, we are happy to do so.\"\n\n\"So, like a Brazilian steak house?\"\n\n\"Mmm, yes and no,\" she said. \"We won't bother you at your table, but you can take as much meat as you'd like. Ah, your table is ready. Follow me, please.\"\n\nThey walked to a dimly lit room, with a low, rectangular table in the center. A cotton blanket skirt surrounded it and two large cushions were tucked on the sides.\n\n\"Kevin will be your attendant today, and Cherie will be over soon to take your orders,\" she said as they sat on the cushions. \"Please enjoy your stay.\"\n\n\"Wow, two servers?\" Emily said, surprised. \n\nJordan was about to explain when a man in a white robe entered their room. He was tall and clean-shaved, making a courteous bow to each of them. \"Welcome to Kotatsu, my name is Kevin. Would you like me to prepare your table?\"\n\n\"Yes, and since this is Emily's first time, do you have any recommendations?\" Jordan asked.\n\n\"Your first time? Welcome, I am truly honored. I would suggest starting at the top first. It feels better that way.\" Kevin untied the knot in front of his robe and let it open wide.\n\nEmily jaw dropped as she stared at his naked frame, his hard cock bouncing slowly in front of her. She looked at Jordan, who burst of laughing. \"Jojo, what is this?\"\n\n\"Oh, you know what *that* is,\" he said, giggling. \"Please Kevin, finish your preparation.\"\n\nKevin hung the robe, then placed a tray on the table. It contained a carafe of sake, cups, a squeeze bottle with clear liquid, and a small bowl full of wrapped condoms. He poured water for each of them and then shimmied under the table until it covered his torso. \n\n\"So, this is the top,\" he said, pointing to his face, \"and down there, is the bottom. You don't have to but if you'd like to sit on either side, I invite you to try.\"\n\nJordan watched Emily to gauge her expression. \"I can help you out too, Em. Just let me know.\"\n\nA million scenarios ran through her head as she tried to understand what he meant, what this all meant. In the end, she decided to take everything at face value and simply go with it. She stood up and worked her panties off, then stood with Kevin's head between her ankles. \n\n\"Are you going to ride the bottom?\" She said slyly. \n\nJordan undid his pants, revealing his lack of underwear. He straddled Kevin's thighs and raised his cup to Emily. \"To trying new things.\"\n\n\"To being on top,\" she replied. They drank the sake and sat down.\n\nIt felt weird, having a stranger's face between her legs. Emily could feel his nose between her cheeks and his warm breath, grazing her pussy. She watched Jordan grab a condom and roll it onto Kevin's cock. He grabbed both his and Kevin's and squeezed a few drops from the bottle, filling the room with a floral scent. \n\n\"It's warming lube,\" he said. \"Body safe, even edible. That's important for when we switch spots.\"\n\n\"We're - ungh - switching?\" Emily was having difficulty thinking as Kevin began to eat her out.\n\n\"A little later, right? Share and share alike.\" By now, Jordan was fully erect and he rubbed his cock over Kevin's sheathed manhood. \n\nEmily leaned over the table to change the angle, and Kevin expertly moved to find her newly exposed places. He found her clit and he sucked on it lightly, until it popped as he let it go, sending pleasure over her body. She could feel her legs moving on their own, rocking to a rhythm that kept her arousal building. \n\nJordan put more lube onto the condom and then raised himself it slid under him. He rubbed it over his balls circling them until they glistened. He pulled the cock back and let it press against his asshole, gravity and lube working in tandem until Kevin's cock penetrated him. \n\n\"Oh, fuck,\" he groaned. Emily could feel Kevin's reaction to fucking Jordan in the ass; his tongue probing her deeper. As they both began to grind on their attendant, a woman came in to take their orders.\n\n\"How are you doing? Can I get you something to eat? We have a lovely assortment of small bites and desserts.\"\n\n\"Mmm,\" Emily said deliriously. \"What do you suggest.\"\n\n\"Perhaps the cream puffs? We make them on the premises and fill them with sweet whipped cream.\"\n\n\"Two orders then,\" Jordan said, then returned to riding Kevin's cock. He took to stroking himself with one hand, the other on Kevin's leg for balance. \n\nThe two of them wordlessly writhed and squirmed, only making passing eye contact as they focused on their own pleasure. When they were thirsty, they drank. When they wanted a break, they hopped off. Occasionally, Jordan would check in on Emily, until she looked like she was about to explode. \n\n\"Oh fuck, OH FUCK!\" she exclaimed as she slipped over the edge and came over Kevin's face. She rocked and bucked, striking his nose and chin as she shuddered. She slid back and looked down at Kevin's sweaty, creamy face. \"Thank you Kevin. Are you okay.\"\n\n\"I feel great, ma'am. Thank you for asking.\"\n\n\"Do you want to switch?\" Jordan asked. \n\nEmily sat on a cushion. \"I need a minute, okay?\"\n\nJordan nodded and sank down until Kevin was deep inside him. He reached back and cupped Kevin's balls. \"How do you do it?\"\n\n\"Viagra, extra water,\" Kevin replied. \"Yoga and meditation also helps.\"\n\n\"Are you saying the Buddha was a bottom?\"\n\nThey all had a laugh when the server returned with two plates, a giant cream puff, dusted with sugar on each one. Emily dipped her finger into the creamy center and offered her finger to Kevin, who sucked it with gusto. She gave another dollop to Jordan who finally lifted off his ride.\n\n\"There are warm wash cloths behind you, sir,\" Kevin said. Jordan wiped himself clean and placed the dirty cloth into a closed hamper. \"Thank you for your consideration.\"\n\n\"No problem. Are you both ready?\" Emily and Jordan switched sides. She replaced the used condom with a new one, and Jordan rolled one on himself. \"Okay, Kevin, open wide.\"\n\nKevin placed a small pillow under his neck, which allowed him to tilt his head back comfortably. Jordon guided his cock into his mouth and groaned as Kevin began to suck him off. Emily watched with keen interest, having never seen anything like this before. Kevin's neck distended slightly as Jordan thrust into his throat. To her, it looked almost alien.\n\n\"Better hop on, Em. Before he blows.\"\n\nEmily smiled and guided Kevin's cock to her aching pussy. She was more than ready for round two, and when he spread her lips with his head, she saw stars. \"Fuck, that feels so good.\"\n\n\"Mmm hmm. He's the best.\"\n\nShe slid down halfway and her muscles clamped around his manhood, the sheer girth of his cock splitting her wide. She had to lift up and give her pussy a break before plunging back down, going deeper. Her toes began to curl and twitch as her body became an inferno of lust. She found that if she held onto the table and squeezed her thighs, she could control his cock completely. She moved it around inside her, sliding it out and over her clit, then returning inside to stroke her g-spot. She repeated the motion until she felt Kevin rock his hips with her. *He must be close*, she thought.\n\nShe wasn't wrong. Kevin groaned and nearly flipped the table as he came inside her, the condom filling with his load. Jordan took out his cock to let him breath easier, but Kevin shook his head.\n\n\"It's alright sir, you don't have to do that.\"\n\nJordan obliged him and fucked his throat again. Emily walked around and kneeled behind him. \n\n\"Come on, Jojo, don't hold back,\" she said, massaging his chest. \"Give it to him,\" she whispered into his ear. \"All of it. Cum for me.\"\n\n\"Fuck!\" he yelled as he leaned back, his cock throbbing in the air. They watched the tip of his condom pulse and fill with cum. He fell backwards onto Emily and they laughed.\n\n\"So, still want to eat outside?\" Jordan asked.\n\n\"Honestly, I'm still a little peckish.\"\n\n\"Oh Emily, you're insatiable.\"\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : "Wait... What the hell do you mean, you just agree to meet up with guys from the internet without knowing if you're gonna fight or fuck?"
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"content": "Contains MM, blood\n***\nErnie zipped up his hoodie but left the hood down. He wasn't familiar with this neighborhood and didn't want to look any more suspicious than he already felt. He checked his phone one more time, and the *JackSon* app showed that his next Action was across the street. He looked up and gazed at the dark alley between two windowless buildings. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n*\"It's a closed system, Kyle. Everyone knows at least three other people on the app, and everyone has to get vetted,\" Ernie said.*\n\n*\"And you're okay with not knowing which one you're gonna get? That sounds so sketchy\"*\n\n*\"Honestly, that's half the fun.*\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nErnie closed the wire gate behind him as he walked down the alley. He saw a young man sitting on an upturned milk crate, his face illuminated by his phone.\n\n\"Gator? Hi, I'm Ernie.\"\n\n\"Hey. Thanks for coming to me. Did you find the place okay?\"\n\n\"Yeah, no big deal.\" Ernie turned on the dice function on the app. \"Are you ready?\"\n\nGator pressed a few keys on his phone. \"Yeah, let's roll.\" He put his phone on top of Ernie's and the NFC link started. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n*Ernie opened the* JackSon *app and showed Kyle how he browsed the roster of men. The profile photos ran the gamut, from thin, pale twinks to the burliest of bears, every shape and color imaginable. As Ernie thumbed through their profiles, he gauged Kyle's interest, looking to see if he would like to join. Kyle was gay, single, and above all, a decent mix martial artist.*\n\n*\"So, when you match, you both put your phones together and they somehow connect to determine what happens next. You'll hear either a lovely wind chime, or the gong of a boxing ring bell.\"*\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"How long have you been on *JackSon*?\" Ernie asked. \"Do you like it?\"\n\n\"Only for a month, but I tell you, this is my favorite thing to do on Friday night.\" Gator smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. \"It's a workout either way.\" The clanging sound of a ring bell echoed in the alley.\n\nErnie struck first, throwing a straight jab into Gator's gleaming face. He learned in earlier fights to hold the phone with his left-hand, keeping his right hand loose and free. Gator stumbled backwards into the alley and brought a finger to his mouth. He felt the gap where his canine used to be and smiled with blood on his lips. \n\n\"Nice shot, man, it's the last one you're gonna get in.\" He squared his shoulders and lifted his fists. \"Let's do this.\"\n\nErnie put his phone back into his hoodie pocket and joined Gator onto the asphalt. His profile mentioned some jiujitsu experience, so he was was wary to get too close. Ernie trusted his right arm to be faster than Gator's grip. As soon as he was close enough, Ernie threw another jab, but Gator ducked it. *Fuck, he's inside*, Ernie thought as the heel of Gator's palm connected with his nose. He heard the muffled crumple of his cartilage before the blood sprayed down his mouth and chin. It was a small price to pay to get Gator within striking distance of his left hook. \n\nHe twisted his hip to get more leverage as he buried his left knuckles under Gator's ribs. It felt like punching a beef roast. Gator lost his breath and footing, shifting to the side. Ernie didn't wait for a counter and drove his right fist into his sternum. Gator stepped back and Ernie followed him, adrenaline pumping through his vibrating body. Ernies eyes narrowed on Gator's face, oblivious to the classic footwork until it was too late to dodge.\n\nGator swept him behind his knees, and Ernie dropped to the pavement hard. Gator was on top of him, pinning Ernie's shoulders with his knees while he pulled up on Ernie's neck. The pain was excruciating, like his back was being cracked like a boiled lobster. Ernie's eyes fluttered and was about to tap out when Gator's phone fell near his own.\n\nThey both heard the wind chime. Gator released and Ernie turned over onto his back, he chest heaving. He wiped the blood from his face but only managed to smear it. \"Heh. How about that?\"\n\nGator stood up and tried to unbutton his pants but his hands were still shaking. Ernie got up on his knees and looked up at Gator. He ran his hands over his thighs, rubbing Gator's cock under his jeans and then said, \"Allow me.\"\n\nGator ran his fingers through Ernie's hair as the jeans fell and Ernie pulled his underwear to his knees. The smell of sweat and metallic blood mixed with his musky scent and Ernie held the cock up to take a long lick on Gator's balls. He groaned as Ernie took one in his mouth, sucking him slowly. \n\nErnie may have lost the fight, be he'd be damned if he came first. He slid his finger between Gator's legs and played with his asshole until his cock throbbed on his forehead.\n\n\"Dude...fuck,\" Gator groaned. He caressed Ernie's face as he blew him. Ernie's mouth was hot and wet, taking all of his cock down his throat. \"Fuck yeah, take it.\"\n\nErnie looked up at Gator's face, twisted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When Gator gasped, Ernie looked at the gap in his teeth and he thought, *I did that.* As Gator held Ernie's face down and came into his mouth, Ernie thought, *I did this.*\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*Kyle was reluctant but decided to attend an informal meet-up. Ernie introduced him to his friends who were active, some who he'd had actions before. They demoed the roll function, and were surprised when the apps rang twice.*\n\n*\"What do you to when that happens,\" Kyle asked.*\n\n*\"We just roll with it,\" Ernie said, shrugging. \"Sometimes you get lucky twice.\"*\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Instead of having Women-only passenger cars on their trains, London has introduced free use cars.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: Instead of having Women-only passenger cars on their trains, London has introduced free use cars."
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"content": "I have a confession to make.\n\nThis morning, I took the tube to work, like I (and many other Londoners) do every day. I use the Metropolitan line now, as I moved house in February. It's a bit of a ... special line. We just lovingly call it the Met, because it's been with us for a very long time indeed, it goes an incredible 41.4 miles and serves an impressive 34 stations. Really, it has always been famous, but recently it became infamous, but I will get to that.\n\nIn Chalfont & Latimer, I waited at the very end of the platform. The other carriages would be overcrowded, but the last one would always have a place for me. I boarded the train with two other women whom I paid no heed, and about twenty men. I had barely stepped over the pink line on the ground saying \"FREE USE\" before I felt a hand slide up my skirt.\n\nI was pushed to my knees before the doors closed, and I had a cock in either hand, and one in my mouth as the train started moving. At Chorleywood I swallowed a first load. At Rickmansworth I got the other two cocks served, juicy gooey cum on my tongue. By Watford I was kneeling sideways on a seat, and a thirsty teenager was railing my cunt as if he wanted to have a career in jackhammering. At Croxley one of my regulars showed up, a massive black guy called Matt, and he lifted me up so that I could get fucked in both holes at once. I came so hard I saw stars.\n\nThe rest of the trip was just a blur of cocks (and one pussy), and when I staggered out of the train covered in cum I had lost my panties (again) because they had gotten used to stuff another girl's mouth. Truthfully I was glad for that, she had gotten quite loud after her sixteenth or seventeenth orgasm. I'm pretty sure she missed her stop as well.\n\nWomen's rights groups had protested the introduction of free use cars, and as the CEO of London Underground Limited company which runs the tubes, I insisted to use the Mets as a trial run, as I ride it every day. Me being personally affected by it really took the wind out of the opposition's sails; No matter how brutally I got abused every morning, I would insist that this was worth it for the greater good.\n\nThey just missed one small fact: I only did it because getting fucked by a dozen cocks twice a day is my biggest fantasy come true. This would never have become reality if I had not wanted it.\n\n----\n\nFind more silly stories like that in my profile. :)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The mysterious girl was actually an awkward, perverted, and rather strange girl…
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: The mysterious girl was actually an awkward, perverted, and rather strange girl…"
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"content": "“The mysterious girl was actually an awkward, perverted, and rather strange girl, wasn't she?” \n\nFritz Walsger stared off into space as he pulled fragments of memory together and tried to assemble them into a picture in time. \n\n“Well she was pretty awkward, I’ll give you that, and I guess I could buy strange, but I don’t know about the perverted. I think all those stories about her perverted friends don’t necessarily add up to her having those appetites. Actually it’s all speculation that they were her friends. Nobody ever seen her with them. No, I don’t see that as adding up.” \n\nFritz looked at the reporter and almost laughed out loud. She was a bit gangly and clumsy, hair done up in a messy bun with glasses that kept sliding down her nose. Awkward would definitely apply. Strange? Well she has this obsession about Rookla. Strange to be so hung up on old news, especially news that’s based more on conjecture than fact. Well not much fact other than the DNA evidence. \n\n“If you would, please go back to the beginning, back to when she first came to town and tell me how you remember things.” The reporter flashed a smile full of perfect white teeth. The sparkle in her blue eyes confirmed she could be very attractive if she put a little effort into it. There was something else in those eyes though. A fleeting look that Fritz would remember a long time. A look that said Em was right. \n\n“Well, ok, sure, I can do that for you. But you have to remember it’s not always easy to separate what you know from first hand knowledge and what you picked up from gossip.” \n\nHe took a long pull on his grape Nehi, asked if her recorder was running and began. \n\n“It was back in the time all those people in the Middle East was running away from home because they was getting shot up by, by, well, I don’t know who it was that time. All them dictators over there just seem to take turns killing off their people. Anyways, Pastor Phil organized a relief effort to bring some of the refugees to town and set them up with a safe place to stay. Well, she, uh, Rookla, she come along with them. She was settled with the Arnesson’s and fixed up with a job at Jackson’s Dry Goods.” \n\n“Right from the start things didn’t seem to be just right. See, she didn't look like the rest of them. Yeah, she had the black hair but she was pale skinned and blue eyed. She didn’t act like the others either. She kept to herself while the others was very outgoing and friendly. She did her job at the Dry Goods, but was very cut and dried, very business like. You know folks out here, we like to visit a little while we do business.” \n\n“Well, you know Clara, uh, nah, you don’t likely know Clara Biggs, but she’s one of the influential ladies in the town. Well, Clara says she was just passing the time of day with Rookla down at the Dry Goods and asks her why she’s not attending Pastor Phil’s Sunday service. The girl does something pretty foolish. She says right to Clara’s face that her religion forbids worshipping false gods. Well, Clara goes apoplectic and the next thing you know Rookla’s not working at the dry goods any more. A few days later it seems the Arnesson’s figure she can’t stay with them because they need to paint the room.” \n\n“That’s when Em and I took her in. Yep, Em thought the girl was special and wanted to make her part of the family. But anyway she’s got no job, so Pastor Phil sets her up with Ronny’s Feed and Grain. Course that wasn’t going to work out long term. No way a little thing like Rookla was going to be able to toss those sacks of grain around. But Ronny says he’s got some inventory and paperwork and things she can do for a while.” \n\nFritz stopped talking and seemed lost in thought but another tug on his Nehi brought him back.\n\n“Come to think of it that was just before the first one of them strangers come to town. Yeah. I’m pretty sure of that.” \n\nFritz took another pull and raised the bottle toward the reporter as he put a question on his face. She waved a hand and thanked him for the offer but said she was fine.\n\n“See, here’s the thing about her. It’s almost like she *wanted* to get us mad. We, me and Em, we think she’s still at the Arnesson’s and Ronny, he thinks she’s finishing up at the Dry Goods. But she’s nowhere to be found. Not a word to any of us, not even to the Pastor. Not that she needed to account for her whereabouts, but with people looking out for her like we all were, I think she should have told someone she was going to be away.” \n\n“So,” the reporter asks, “So Rookla’s not here when her supposed friend arrives?” \n\n“Nope, not as far as anyone can tell. This pretty little high style girl walks into the bank and goes straight to the office area. She says she wants to open an account but will only work with Billy. Billy Biggs, Clara’s son. The Assistant Manager don’t want to bother Mr. Biggs but when he sees the zeros on the checks she's wanting to deposit he decides to make an exception.” \n\n“They say the woman suggested they meet in Billy’s private office and an hour or so later he handed the teller deposits totalling over half a million dollars. Then he walked into the vault and took out ten thousand dollars, cash, on his signature and drove off with the woman. Nobody ever sees her again but Billy comes home a few days later in a cab. The sheriff finds his car but there's no sign of the money” \n\n“The same sort of thing happens at the Sorenson’s a few days later. They hire on a field hand to help with the harvest and when Thor goes on an overnight to the County Seat to file his *Intents*, he comes home to find Beth in bed with the girl. They have one heck of a row and while they're at it the girl cleans out their cash box and safe. Thor’s not saying how she got the keys and the combination.” \n\nFritz takes a quick look at his empty bottle and says he needs another. He suggests they move inside as the flies will be rising soon. \n\n“See, the thing is Rookla’s not here when all this happens. Same’s true with all the other reports in the other towns. Rookla’s seen in the town and knows the people who were robbed, but she’s never been seen with the strangers who did the crimes.” \n\nFritz gestures to the sofa and says he’ll be back in a minute. He enters a short hall and opens the refrigerator and bangs around a bit in the kitchen. \n\nThe reporter digs her charger out of her bag. She’s looking for an outlet when the front door opens and a rich baritone fills the room. \n\n“Are you looking for the old coot’s cash box or someplace to plug in?” \n\nShe startles and drops her recorder. “Uh, I need to get plugged ... uh, hey, I wasn’t looking to rob Mr. Walsger, honest. He’s helping me with a story. Uh, I’m a reporter.” \n\n“Well, I’ll be happy to plug you later when we get to know each other a little better.” The young stranger picks up the recorder as he introduces himself. “I’m Frank, by the way.” He tosses the recorder on the sofa instead of handing it to her. She cries out angrily as she grabs it and then turns to give this Frank a scolding but she finds Fritz standing before her. “I think you’ll enjoy Frank a lot more than me. Now, just sit down and listen because I have a way out of this mess you’ve created for yourself.” \n\n*** \n\n“So, the trick is to set up someplace out of the way as a safe house and be good when you’re there. You have to fit in, be a solid member of the community. That’s what Em and I have here. We only fool around with each other when we're here and we make sure we aren’t observed. When we want to have some fun we take a trip. All the trips are unrelated so even if we leave behind DNA at the scenes nobody thinks to connect them. There’s DNA, but no DNA trail. Sometimes we go together and sometimes alone, like Em is doing right now. This will all be easier with you joining us.” \n\nFrank took Nan’s hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. Then he asked her to sit astride him and hang her shapely tits in his face so he could suck them. Her long brown hair danced on his shoulders as he flicked his tongue over her nipples. He kissed and licked her breasts until he heard her breath go ragged. Then he ran his hands up her sides to corral her tits and push her upright. He gazed into her blue eyes and grinned. \n\n“Now you get out of town tonight and meet up with Em. I’ll join you two in a few days. Just remember you need to do as we say until we’re sure you know how things are done.” Frank’s strong hands gripped the girl’s ass and pulled her hips toward his face. “Right now,” he said with a chuckle, “ You be a good girl and satisfy my taste for pussy.” \n\nI was Nan’s turn to chuckle as she rotated her hips and pushed them toward his eager mouth. \n\n*** \n\nThanks for a wonderful prompt, so open and so intriguing. Hope you find my take on your statement amusing. \n\nComments and criticism are welcome."
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