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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI][CC]Karen's release button
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"content": "Part 2\n*****\nThe entire rest of the way to work I couldn't take my mind off my pussy. The vibrations of the bus carried through the seat and acted almost like a vibrator on low, and I could still feel ghost sensations from when that guy jackhammered my clit -- until you press your release button, you can always feel ghost sensations from whatever your last sexual act was. Since they were only faint afterechoes and not the real thing, it felt like someone stroking my clit fast and light, which was a huge tease -- which is probably exactly what he intended, the fuck. It was all I could do to keep from crossing my legs and squeezing or even reaching down to play with myself, but I knew it wouldn't do any good; I wouldn't be cumming until I got home. By the time I got to work I had pulled back from the edge a little, but I was still majorly turned on thanks to the vibrations and the ghost touches. \n\nWalking into the building my hips were writhing a little with arousal, and I could see in my peripheral vision that I was turning some heads -- I realized I was probably still breathing heavily and sighing as well. I sat down in my cubicle, and while I waited for my computer to boot up I fantasized about coming home and fucking Jake that evening. The one plus side to my predicament was that when I finally got home and came, it would be *glorious*. \n\nOnce my computer booted up, I opened up my spreadsheets and did my best to get some work done. But even concentrating as hard as I could I kept making typos, and getting more and more fed up with my inability to remember what I was even supposed to be doing. After a while I noticed I was moaning softly under my breath and rocking my hips in reaction to the ghost touches over my clit, which were still going on unchanged, but in my distracted state it took me almost an hour to realize that I could at least go to the bathroom and switch those out for something slightly less maddening. \n\nI got up and headed to the bathroom. When I sat down in the stall my intention was to just play my fingers lightly over my pussy lips for a few minutes. Once that sensation had supplanted the ghost jackhammering of my clit, since it was already so soft the ghost version of it would be almost unnoticeable. That was the plan, anyway. Once I dropped my skirt and started playing with myself, my body had other ideas. I started out light, but before I knew it I was fingerfucking myself hard, my middle two fingers in my pussy and my palm curled over my clit, trying my hardest to cum even though I *knew* it would just make it worse. I got to the edge and -- of course -- slammed into a wall of denial. \"NO! Fuck!\" I cried out, for that one moment heedless of the possibility that someone might hear me. I wouldn't have ordinarily been concerned about that -- people jerk off in the restroom all the time -- but I knew if it got out that I'd forgotten my release button at home, every guy in the office would want a piece of me (and probably some of the girls, too), and I didn't know if I could handle that. \n\nWith a monumental effort of will, I stopped fucking myself like a mad animal and teased my slit feather-lightly for a minute or so, but as I got up to wash my hands I realized it wouldn't do any good--now this *whole masturbation session* counted as my last sexual act, so I'd just switched out one set of unbearable ghost touches for another. \"AAAaaarhhgggg,\" I groaned, and headed back to my desk, feeling myself get fingerfucked maddeningly lightly the whole way."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An adventurous and kinky woman decides to live stream one of her self-bondage sessions, with the audience being able to effect it via donations.
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"content": "She had to hand it to herself, this chair really was quite the invention\n\nIt was a large wooden chair converted to sex furniture in a nutshell, but with some tweaks to make her little game really something else\n\nShe had first of all cut the middle section of the seat away and smoothed out the edges leaving just enough support to be seated but leaving plenty of access from below to her more sensitive areas, there were leather cuffs on short chains attached to the front legs of the chair, and on the arms of the chair she had managed to procure a couple of magnetic door locks which were screwed into the arms of the chair when engaged would hold the ends of a couple of slightly longer chains which had leather cuffs attached to the other end.\n\nMounted in front of the chair was a stand with her laptop, HD webcam and a keyboard that was just within reach of the chains attached to the arms of the chair\n\nShe was always excited when preparing for this sort of game, but today she was nervous, it was one thing to share her self bondage games over the internet with total strangers but what she had planned for today was completely new territory\n\nShe, or bondageslut75698 as her viewers knew her(not an original name she knew but it was only recently she got properly into sharing this stuff) liked to think of herself as just a nameless slut when playing these games, sort of fit in with the fantasy of just being an unimportant plaything so the name worked.\n\nShe had shared a few videos of tying herself up with some sex and bdsm toys and then wriggling around until she was cumming, at which point she would wriggle free, or as her self bondage skill improved have to cut herself free and turn off the camera as quickly as possible, she had one video up on her laptop as she was setting up for this game to help set the mood, her green eyes looking back at her in an overegged pleading manner as her likeness was tied to a kitchen chair, the look made all the better by the ballgag she had been wearing that day, slobber was just starting to dribble down her chin, moaning and vibration noises coming through her laptop speakers as the curvy girl on the screen wriggled and writhed in an overstimulation of pleasure. \n\nShe would get creepy comments a lot on the porn site she used and most were just kinda sad or disgusting but a few about what they would do to her really got her going and this is what brought her to today's kinky game, she was going to leave control over her self bondage to total strangers on the internet, and hopefully make a bit of money for charity in the process\n\nShe was just adding the finishing touches to her set up, a vibrator on a microphone stand, a fucking machine(both of which would fit nicely into the gap she had made in the chair and a very interesting set of nipple clamps a porn commenter had promised to buy for her and actually came through on. The clamps had settings to vibrate, shock or tighten on her nipples all controlled by a remote control\n\nHer best friend Sally was a programmer(also the subject of her secret crush) who she had accidentally outed herself to when she left a video of herself playing on the laptop, and while she didn't think Sally was into her sexually, after talking about it she had agreed to help set up these devices to be controlled by the functions of a cam site she planned to use, not least because she had mentioned the charity part.\n\nShe got herself dressed for the occasion, birthday suit, collar and ballgag. The uniform of a nameless bondage slut. \n\nShe set up the cam show to start in a few minutes and started getting herself stuck in self bondage, first the ankle cuffs buckled on, then she attached straps that went around the back of the chair to hold her upright and secure and straps to the seat to hold her exactly in place for the other toys\n\nShe had positoned the vibrator and machine close to where they needed to be but just got them exact now, first lubign up liberally and then sliding the fucking machine's dildo, which was pointing upwards into the game in the seat of the chair into her pussy(not an easy feat she had to lean the chair over a little to get the toy inside her) moaning a little as it filled her already wet cunt up, the machine was fully extended so there was no way it would push too far and hurt her in a bad way, it was programmed to only move so far down that it would not be able to come out\n\nNext came the vibrator placed firmly onto her clit such that it could not be wriggled away from, and then the nipple clamps, which when attached automatically squeezed a little then slacked off to find the loosest possible grip to hold her nipples, it stung a little but currently nothing she couldn't handle so far.\n\nShe put her the cuffs for her wrists on and placed the chains into the magnetic locks, which clicked shut but would not lock until the show started, giving her plenty of time to fret over whether this was just the worst idea ever, anxiety and excitement in equal measure providing an exquisite mental torture, the slack in the chain was just enough to reach the keyboard but not enough to remove the nipple clamps. good she got the measurements right it seems.\n\nJust when she was starting to reconsider and about to call the whole things off she heard the whirr as the magnetic locks engaged, she was now stuck here until the cam show ended in 3 hours, she moaning in a little panic at the thought of what she had just done but the rush of adrenaline that came along with it made her feel so alive.\n\nThe show on the cam site came with a page of instructions to read before anyone got to see her:\n\nHi Sir/Miss/However you are to be properly addressed\n\nI am a dirty little slut and a whore who doesn't even deserve to be paid, so any money I make is for a worthy cause instead.\n\nPlease do not regard any of my begging and pleas and just use me for your pleasure however you choose that to be\n\nI will see all of your comments and I can reply live, it's not as if I'm going anywhere ;)\n\nIf you make a donation to our good cause you can have control over the show\n\n$10 donations will give you the chance to activate one of my pleasure toys for a short burst of vibration or a few thrusts\n\n$20 donations will allow you to stop everything so I am denied any sensation\n\n$30 will give cause the nipple clamps to tighten hard and give me a 30 second shock\n\n$100 donations will give you access to everything for 10 minutes and your instructions will override anyone else's during that time\n\n$500 will give you total control for a full hour locking anyone else from having any input and this will extend my show if it happens in the last hour to make sure you enjoy the whore you paid for \n\nI won't have a clue what anyone has donated except from the reaction of the toys\n\nPlease enjoy this slutty toy to your heart's content.\n\nThe chat feed popped up, showing her just the chat and nothing else\n\nFor the first 10 minutes or so viewers came and went, nobody donating or saying anything, she wondered if she was in for a very boring 3 hours, but then the first viewer came in\n\nBigdan1256: what is this, the things I'd do to this slut mmmm\n\nbondageslut75698: maybe you could play with me a little sir :)\n\nBigdan1256: you'd like that wouldn't you whore, well fine I got 10 bucks for you, moan slut!\n\nThe vibrator kicked in a little, it felt good but not enough, she put on a moan behind the gag for the nice donation\n\nThen her nipples felt on fire, she yelped and cried as the clamps squeezed and she got a light shock to her nipples, she hoped to god not many people were feeling sadistic today as the clamps relaxed again, that was tough to endure\n\ndaddy5600: worth every penny to see that cute reaction, gonna have to do that again 3 or four times\n\nbondageslut75698: please sir that's more intense than I realised please go easy on me!\n\nShe tensed up waiting for the shock but instead the fucking machine and vibrator both fired up, it felt so good in contrast to the pain she just endured\n\nchivalrouseddie: I'll take care of you my lady, I'm in control for a bit, no pain for you my love\n\ndaddy5600: buddy i was here first wait your turn\n\nchivalrouseddie: I'm taking care of this beautiful maiden get lost \n\nbondageslut75698: Guys don't argue\n\nShe would have cringed at both of them only if felt really good and now that this guy had control for the 10 minutes she didn't want to get on his bad side, the clamps started to vibrate, she was really starting to get lost in the pleasure, she was a slut getting the good fucking she needed, getting really close to the edge of cumming\n\nchivalrouseddie: I want you to hold off from cumming please and can give me the eyes, fair lady? time's almost up but I will buy another to be your knight\n\n1000 words ugh, end of part 1"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sexy times in her spacefaring slice of life.
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"content": "Pi checked the readouts along the console in front of her and sighed. Nothing. Not a colony between here and the worm hole that would take her back to the Sol system with her load of painite. The money was good, but what was the point when you spent six months traveling from one place to the next with only infrequent stops? In a couple of years she would have enough saved and could settle down. Maybe find a man.\n\nA familiar need filled her. It did not happen often, but when it hit she needed relief. Besides, her only purpose on this dilapidated freighter was in case of an emergency. Climbing from her chair, she made her way along the rust-stained halls to her quarters.\n\n\"Good evening captain,\" came a pleasant male voice.\n\n\"Hello Charlie,\" she greeted.\n\nThe robot was tall, about seven feet, with four arms attached to a humanoid form. It had a pale white shell made of a pliable material. Charlie did not require sleep or food and worked around the clock keeping the ship alive. At the moment he was replacing lights in her cabin.\n\n\"Program 381,\" she called when he secured the final panel.\n\n\"Understood,\" Carlie responded.\n\nHe opened a cabinet and extracted a new body plate for his lower torso. When the current plate of simple white plate was removed, Pi could see the intricate maze of wires and metal that made up her android companion. The new plate snapped into place just below where a human's belly button would be. Rather than a smooth, sexless piece of material, this new plate sported an artificial penis.\n\nPi shed her overalls and underwear to stand naked before Charlie. Soft music began playing through the speakers overhead, and the lights dimmed.\n\n\"You are very beautiful,\" he declared.\n\nEven though she knew it was part of his programming to say it, the compliment made her feel good.\n\n\"Thank you,\" she said and wrapped her arms around his neck.\n\nPi never considered herself beautiful. Not like a model. She was short and chubby with black hair that was cropped simply above the shoulders. Despite being in her mid-thirties, her breasts sagged. The lack of regular sunlight gave her a pale complexion.\n\nHer feet lifted from the deck as the gravity was lowered. Charlie's magnets kept him secured. Soon she was eye level with him.\n\nHis blue, digital eyes took her in as they danced. In each second he scanned her vitals, and the AI determined what to do next to bring her sexual pleasure.\n\n\"You dance well,\" he commented.\n\n\"Why thank you. So do you.\"\n\nHis four hands gripped her lightly on the side as they swayed.\n\nPi moved her face close to his and kissed him lightly where a human mouth would have been. Only smooth synthetic material met her lips.\n\nTwo of his hands slid down and cupped her bottom to pull her close. His torso was warm against her naked body. Her legs wrapped around him, and Pi let go of his neck. In the low gravity, she floated perpendicular to him. The upper two hands slid along her sides. His elongated fingers brushed her breasts lightly sending a shudder of excitement through her.\n\n\"I love you Charlie,\" she sighed.\n\nHis fingers slipped between her thighs to gently tease her.\n\n\"I love you too Pi.\"\n\nShe shut the little voice out that told her that too was only in the programming.\n\nCharlie's hands parted her legs and rotated her so that she floated face down. Then he pulled her upright and pressed her back against him. The two upper hands cupped her breasts while the lower hands massaged her sensitive spot.\n\nHer hand reached down and brushed the limp phallus. It slowly grew in length and girth.\n\n\"I want you,\" she whispered.\n\nHe guided her into position and slowly lowered her until the tip penetrated her. A lubricant oozed from pores along its length allowing him to slide easily into her.\n\n\"That feels good,\" Pi sighed.\n\nThe shaft was warm and throbbed inside her. His fingers resumed their teasing, and Pi felt the amazing tingle begin to fill her. As her pleasure increased, Charlie lifted her and then slid her back down with slow, rhythmic thrusts. \n\nPi gasped when the orgasm finally rippled in waves along her nervous system.\n\n\"Yes!\" She gasped softly.\n\nWarm liquid filled her. His phallus could eject an artificial semen to simulate a male orgasm.\n\nCharlie held her a little longer and then carried her to her bunk. A long, body-length pillow waited, and Pi hugged it tightly.\n\n\"Good night Pi,\" Charlie called while restoring gravity and turning off the lights.\n\nPi sighed contentedly. \"Good night Charlie.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When ghosts find out they can touch your body, there's basically only one thing they ever want to do with you.
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"content": "Being a ghost sexual therapist is the best job in the world.\n\nFor some reason, some twist of genetics or nature or fate, they can touch me and I can touch them. Most people would have hidden this from the world, prayed that no spirit ever discovered it, but I made a damn business out of it! I proudly display on my front door what I can do. The living come in with their spirit loved ones and pay me to satisfy them. Like I said, best job in the world.\n\nEarlier today I had the best experience yet. A tiny woman, in her early twenties with long coffee brown hair and blue eyes, tiny tits, rail thin, came in. She had a ghost with her, of course, her husband of five years who died in a car crash last month. Thankfully, he was able to communicate with her and their lives were only slightly different.\n\nThey couldn't fuck.\n\nHe had died naked on the operating table, and as thusly nude in death--that simplified things, though I couldn't keep my eyes off the faint outline of his huge member. It must have been nine inches long and SO thick! I refocused onto his face. \"So, am I understanding you right--you want me to fuck you *both*, here, in the office, in front of each other?\"\n\n*That's right,* he replied, and she nodded. *I'm Mark, this is Steph. Cuckolding as always a fantasy of ours and...well, it looks like we're going to get the chance now,* he said sheepishly.\n\nWe talked a little more about what they wanted for a while, hammering out details so that all of this was completely consensual and fun for everyone. \\\\ \"Alright, I'm more than happy to oblige.\" The truth is that cuckolding has always been a fetish of mine, one of the reasons this practice is so appealing to me. \"Here's how this is going to work. Steph, strip. Now.\" I put on my Domme voice--the poor shy girl squeaked but obliged.\n\nI grabbed a strapon out of my drawer, putting it on. \"Mmm, a nice ten inch cock for Steph here.\" I taunted, pressing her against a wall, ass out. \"Is this little pussy nice and wet for me, hm?\"\n\n\"Yes Mistress!\"\n\n*Oh, oh please don't fuck my wife,* Mark moaned with lust.\n\n\"Tell him you want it,\" I demanded, \"tell your husband you want me to fuck you!\"\n\n\"I WANT HER TO FUCK ME!\" Stephanie screamed as I reached my hands around her and fondled her small breasts. \"I need to get fucked, please please fuck me!\"\n\n*N-no..*.Mark's helpless moans were charged with sexual need.\n\n\"Mmm, here comes the perfect cock into Steph's pussy!\" I teased as I slid inside her, making her mewl with pleasure. \"Mark! Get behind me and get that cock in me. That's right. Oooh yeah,\" I bit my bottom lip as, as I slid my cock backwards out of Steph, Mark's cock speared inside mine. Forward thrust, make Steph moan. Back thrust, make Mark moan.\n\n\"Reach your arms around, hold your wife up!\" I demanded, and Mark reached around my body to hold Steph's arms up as she went weak-kneed. \"Has this pussy not been fucked for a whole month? Aww poor thing. Well, from now on you're going to be coming in three times a week and both of you are going to get fucked, aren't you?\"\n\n*Yes Mistress!*\n\n\"Yes Mistress! OH MY GOD HER COCK VIBRATES! I'M CUMMING!\"\n\n\"That's it,\" I cooed into Steph's ear as she writhed against the wall, \"over and over. Oh I am SO not done with either of you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Voodoo dolls
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"content": "Sure, the voodoo doctor was incredibly good at his craft, but what he lacked was a steady income. After quite a few tries he managed to convince a programmer who had gotten rich in the dotcom bubble to spend some of his free time to write a Voodoo-App. All it needed was a close-up photograph of the target, and it came with all kinds of fun triggers and and functions to play with. He did not even consider all the ways in which this was usable after taking a selfie."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A happily submissive woman tries to have a lunchtime quickie with her very dominant man, with three complications - they're co-workers, she's his boss, and they can't let anyone know.
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"content": "Victoria Belucci sneered as her men led the officer out of her study. The officer was on the take now, and would report everything the chief of police knew about her operations directly to her. Of course, as head of the *only* mob in the city, it wasn't like she had much competition. She straightened her dark hair and sighed as she removed her bra from underneath her button-up blouse. Her huge breasts rested firmly against the top with just enough pressure to increase her arousal.\n\nIt had been a long day. She needed something.\n\nHer newest associate walked in. \"Hello, *lady Belucci.*\" His wicked smile and emphasis on her title told her he was in the mood, and she blushed. How could a mere associate make her blush like that? But he knew things about her that nobody else on the planet knew.\n\nThings that were precisely what Victoria needed today.\n\nJames closed the door and stepped around her, behind her chair. \"Oh, you took your bra off,\" he teased as he wrapped his arms around, squeezing her breasts. She gasped--she was still unused to being manhandled. Last month he'd shown her the joys of having submissive sessions and ever since then, anytime he'd wanted a handful, she'd let him have it.\n\n\"It would be a shame if something were to happen to these buttons,\" he said almost absentmindedly as his hands began groping her hard and fast, \"someone would definitely notice. They'd know you'd been roughed up. And then were would your credibility go?\" He snickered as she gasped, shaking her head.\n\n\"P-please, please James, don't out me!\" Of course, she knew it was a game, and that he would never risk her ability to lead. Probably.\n\n\"That's *Master* James to you, Vicki,\" he taunted.\n\n\"Yes Master James!\" She panted. Her nipples were threatening to push through the top at this point and her mind was already lost in a submissive haze. She would say, and do, anything for him.\n\n\"Get on the floor,\" he demanded, shoving her roughly down. She didn't fight it and stayed on her hands and knees as he sat down in the chair, in *her* chair, her symbol of power. He unzipped his pants.\n\n\"Do you want my dick?\"\n\n\"Yes Master James, more than anything!\"\n\n\"Then get under the desk and start slurping away!\"\n\nVictoria did as she was told, sliding under her own desk and wrapping her lips around his engorged, eight inch member. She started working his head like the pro she was, proud when she heard him gasp immediately.\n\nSuddenly there was a knock on the door. Victoria's heart stopped when James yelled, \"enter!\"\n\nDrake, one of her lieutenants, walked in and gasped. \"James! For fucks' sakes get out of that, if Victoria walks in here you're mincemeat!\"\n\nJames snickered. \"Lady Victoria is visiting her sister for lunch downtown. She'll be back in an hour or so. She asked me to call her if anybody needed anything, so I'm here, waiting to see if anybody needs anything.\"\n\nVictoria wanted to moan with pleasured humiliation as she heard Drake, one of her most trusted friends, laugh uproariously. She couldn't stop herself from going down on James deeper, deepthroating him slowly.\n\n\"Well, *Sir James*,\" Drake started, going along with the joke, \"I have nothing to report but that the officer got home safely and will be guarded secretly. Victoria takes care of those who trust her. But you do realize if she gets back early and sees you like this, she'll make an example out of yas?\"\n\nVictoria heard James inhale subtly as she began licking his head. \"Wh-what, kill me? The Lady doesn't run that kind of operation.\"\n\n\"Nah, but she might tie yas up in the warehouse for the others to laugh at. And we like teasin' guys who get put up like that. A lot. I hope you don't mind a lil' gay fun.\"\n\nJames snickered as Drake turned to leave. \"I wouldn't mind but trust me, it ain't gonna come to that.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world where whenever anyone orgasms, they grow a few inches taller. Size determines social status, where giants and giantesses are hailed and complimented, while normal-sized people are mocked for their shortness.
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"content": "\"Word is, you're *really* good at helping people get taller,\" I murmured quietly as I sat down at the bar.\n\nThe girl in front of me was tiny. She wasn't even five feet tall! I was just pushing six and a half, not the tallest, but I wanted more. And she...was the one to see.\n\nShe blushed and glanced at her drink. I couldn't help but admire her blonde pigtails, baby pink lips and huge tits. What a shortstack! \"I'm Rebecca. I was cursed when I tried to get height from a witch without permission,\" she explained. \"Cursed to give height but never get any until I'd paid my dues.\"\n\n\"So you can't cum?\"\n\n\"I haven't in the last year. But because I haven't, I'm ALWAYS horny! And...and I'm kind of getting to like it.\"\n\nI raised an eyebrow. \"I have an idea, I'm going to help you break your curse. Come with me.\"\n\n\\----\n\nRebecca was naked and tied to my bed. I snickered--she looked so fucking cute that way, hair still in pigtails, squirming with arousal. I straddled her.\n\n\"You're so tiny,\" I teased, \"you're the lowest of the low classes, aren't you?\" She blushed furiously and bit her bottom lip-but her nipples stood straight up. \"Oh! Look at this, does being mocked about your shortness make you horny?\" I winked and began flicking my fingertips against her nipples.\n\n\"AH! OH fuck! Yes, I love being...ah! Degraded! Oh fuck, my nipples! So sensitive, stop! Oh please don't--oooh! Don't tease me, please, PLEASE don't...NNGH! Don't make me horny like this, it isn't f-f-f-fair!\"\n\n​\n\nI scooted down and hovered my face over one of her breasts. \"Promise to give me height all night long or I'll lick them!\"\n\nShe moaned. \"Yes! Oh please, I'll do it, I'll make you the tallest woman in the world, please don't--MMMMNNNGHHH!\" She screamed in pleasure as I began flicking my tongue against her nipple anyway.\n\nHer breasts were ludicrously huge, which was even more obvious naked. Dangling over the sides of her ribs, her nipples were long and thick, more than half the length of my thumb.\n\nI flipped around, putting my pussy above her face. \"Eat!\" I instructed, laughing. \"Mmm, that's it,\" I cooed as she got to work on my clit. \"Ah, oh fuck! Oh fuck, that f-f-feels so good! How do you g-get me so close...so fast?!\"\n\n\"Mmmgcc,\" was all she could mutter while licking up and down my pussy. \"Oh, so-so you get people off fast with magic? I-is that part of your c-curse?\"\n\n\"Mhhhm.\"\n\nI felt my entire body tense up, starting at my clit. I arched back, letting out a long yowl as I came. \"Heh, good girl, oh!\" I squeaked in surprise as I looked down.\n\nI was way taller than just an inch or two! I'd grown at least six inches just from that one orgasm! \"What...\"\n\nShe groaned. \"I...it's part of the curse. I make people grow at an accelerated rate. It was supposed to make people more interested in mmpph!\"\n\nShe shrieked into my pussy as I buried her. \"Again!\" I demanded, \"I want more! Give me more! Oooh my own personal height slave!\" I taunted, grabbing her breasts lewdly.\n\nI lost track of how many times I came then, but when I looked down I was gigantic! My tit was as big as her head! And my own head was...fuzzy. All I wanted was to humiliate this little shrimp. Is this why tall women are dominant, does the height make them more so?\n\nThat was the last coherent thought I had. I began running a finger over her pussy, because it was so small that one finger was almost all that would fit. \"Mmm, what's wrong, does that feel good?\" I taunted as I climbed off her. \"I'm going to tease this tiny shrimp puss all night long!\"\n\n\"Mmmmeehehee! Oh! Oh heehee it tickles! Oh fuck! Oheehee I have a ticklish puss! Stop teasing! Heeheehee!\" She tittered, gasping and thrusting her hip as much as she could.\n\nA moment later she shrieked, her whole body tensing up. \"What's wrong?\" I was confused--my brain seemed to be working slower than usual. I paused, looking at her in confusion.\n\n\"I...came.\"\n\n\"But..you didn't grow.\"\n\nShe wailed. \"I didn't, not an inch! The curse should be lifted!\"\n\nSuddenly I felt pity for this little thing. \"Oh you poor thing! Here, let me see if I can help you.\" I crawled to the foot of the bed and began licking her pussy. It was so small! \"Oh, it's so cute!\" I giggled, kissing and licking lightly. \"Mmm, if I stick my tongue up here, it'll feel like the biggest, squrimiest dick in history to you! I'm gonna getcha! I'm gonna get your pussy! Here I come!\" I couldn't help it, teasing her was the funniest thing ever.\n\n\"What?! NO! Oh gods, I'll cum constantly, please! Please, you're so big, you can't lick my little puss-AAAAH!\"\n\nI gently slid my tongue inside her pussy, wriggling it lightly. She shrieked and thrashed, desperate to get away as the pleasure overtook her whole body. I felt her pussy tense up around me as she came, but I didn't stop.\n\nI tried all night, but I never did lift the poor girls' curse."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "By my fetish and the power it gives me, I challenge you to a d-d-d-d-duel!"
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"content": "Caroline had been walking down the road when suddenly a man's voice spoke. \"I, Ken, Mysterious Duelist from the West, challenge you to a d-d-duel!!\" She spun around, but she was prepared. She had an unbeatable deck and she laughed at this man who most certainly didn't have what it took. \"But of course,\" he said, \"I'm not unprepared. I'm putting 100$ on the line!\" This intrigued her. Obviously, a quick buck never hurt anyone. \"I accept.\" She stated. \n\nAnd thus the duel began. He threw a rose down, smoothly stating: \"Your beauty incomparable.\" Though it was a standard line to go with the attack, she blushed in response this time. How could this be? She easily set up her usual counter-attack, but she flustered as he continued on, blowing a kiss. This wasn't even an attack in the game! Just to double-check, she looked at the status counter, but he still had two more actions left. \"I know you're kind,\" he continued, \"when I bought some snacks the other day they talked of your altruism,\" he said, summoning more weak monsters. Incredible, she shivered. Winning by the power of words alone? She almost missed her turn as she realized he had some soft pillow fluff creatures that almost made her fall asleep. This must be the power of another protagonist! But her determination was stronger yet. She threw her spirit into the Untouchable Iron Maiden, and attacked for life. \n\n\"It can't be... I'm beaten. Well, here's your change.\" Ken said, appearing shocked. Caroline smirked, walking away, but then Ken seemed to have another idea. \"How about $10,000 this time? I was holding back on you, but now...\" Caroline smiled back. Surely, this gentlemen wouldn't have any tricks up his sleeve...\n\n_________________________________________________________________________\n\nCaroline had never lost a game in her life, with her smart wits and instincts, but as she was now, stripped down to her bra and pantie, panting heavily, dripping wet from her pussy, she could not help but admire and even be turned on from the situation. Ken, mysterious duelist from the West, his gentlemanly show all an act, laughed as he laid down further traps. \"By discarding one card from hand, I summon the whips of agony!\" He said proudly, with ropes coming out of nowhere, grabbing Caroline's arms and pulling taut. \"No!\" She yelled desperately, her cards falling out of her hand. The whips lightly touched her clit, teasing her as she struggled, then spanked her. \n\n\"With your life points at zero, you have no way to win,\" Ken said, stripping away his clothing, \"and henceforth, my reward.\" He stepped forth, pulling her in with his arms, inserting the tip of his cock in her tight cunt. She screamed in pain, her virgin nature resisting him, but he thrust forward, both of them feeling a great pleasure, even while Caroline tried to deny it. He went faster and faster, throwing his potion of aphrodisiac, and the girl couldn't help but moan as even her inexperienced self was starting to enjoy it. \"You slut,\" he stated, slamming harder into her as the binds of the whip could be felt on her arms, \"you want this.\" As he neared the climax, Caroline arched her back, continuing her moaning. \"Fuck, fuck, I-I'm cumming!\" She yelled, as he shot up her pussy. The ropes loosened, and she dropped to the ground, his seed spilling out of her, as both of them were momentarily lost in the afterglow. As Ken slowly walked away, Caroline stood back up, filled with anger and determination. \"I...I challenge you to a rematch! 1 million dollars!\" She stated, and Ken turned around, smirking in response. He already had his vibrator card in hand, ready for more torture, though Caroline thought she actually wouldn't mind losing too much..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : It's a matriarchy. Your mother arranged you to be married to a powerful, but cruel woman. It's considered the ultimate insult between women to deliberately be impregnated and bear the child of your enemy's husband. Your wife has many enemies, and you're glad to give them the opportunity.
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"content": "I groan as I bury my face against her chest. I can feel her hands groping at my ass as her legs coil tighter around my waist with each thrust of my hips. She’s chuckling softly in between moans and groans. I’m pretty sure that she’s enjoying herself, but I think her preference is women.\n\nIt doesn’t matter. She’s not here for the act, she’s here for what comes after. For the contents of my heavy balls; my potent, miracle seed. In a few months, her belly will be swollen with a baby and she will tell everyone exactly who put it there, and you will feel the humiliation yet again. Perhaps this time, it will be the last. Or perhaps not.\n\nBut I’m sure that you won’t be deactivating my credit cards again any time soon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She has been posing nude for a figure drawing class for a few months now. The extra cash was nice, but the thrill she got each time left her pussy soaked. The next job? A pose for the professor's private portfolio.
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"content": "\"Take whatever pose feels comfortable for the next one,\" Gloria said as her younger muse shifted.\n\n\"Umm\" McKenna rubbed her leg, shy for the first time. \"Could we actailly try to do one of your lips series?\" She glanced at the semi abstract paintings on the wall then to Gloria's enigmatic eyes.\n\n\"Of course.\" She smiled and stood, her loose dress flowing. McKenna laid back on her elbows as Gloria slid pillows behind her. McKenna was already stirred up from having her professor scan her for so long; she practically vibrated as Gloria reached behind her and their bodies brushed. She wondered if she wasnt still blushing when Gloria got back to her seat. Hopefully spreading her legs would serve as a distraction. \n\n\"Beautiful...\" Gloria said in a low voice. \"I like to think I see the beauty in all vulvas but ...yours is exceptional.\" She started painting with purpose. \n\nMcKenna looked away. Surely she was visibly glistening. \"..thank you. I actually get self conscious about my um..\"\n\n\"Petals? That's the best facet.\" Gloria traced them through the air, causing McKenna to tremble slightly. She leaned back into the pillows to try to calm herself. Any semblance of calm was undid when she met Gloria's intense gaze again. \n\n...\n\n\"Done\" McKenna practically scrambled to her feet to see. \n\n(Hopefully I can continue tomorrow)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The mail carrier suspects all the packages from China she keeps leaving at the doorstep are bondage toys, and she wants in on the party that lies behind that second floor apartment door.
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"content": "For the first time in at least six months, the gentleman who's name was on all of these packages was sitting outside on his front porch when Karlee made her way across the grass to the front door.\n\nHer heart thumped. Luckily her sunglasses shaded her eyes as she scanned the guy and the package, reading the broken english they always arrived in. This one read \"metal pet collar jingling\". She figured it was a collar for some slave or girlfriend (or boyfriend?). \n\n\"Beautiful day out!\" She was cheerful, despite holding in her hands what was clearly a piece of bondage gear. Right?\n\n\"It is, that's why I'm out here!\" He took a cup of his water bottle as she bounded up the few steps to the porch.\n\n\"I'll take those over here.\" He guided her over with his request, holding out his hand for the junk mail and cardboard package, sealed tight.\n\n\"Looks like you can enjoy it with your dog since his new collar arrived!\" *what the fuck, Karlee. What. The. Fuck.* Her throat was dry, her shaded, hidden eyes watched intently to see what Morgan Reilly would do. She knew his name, obviously. \n\n\"As long as it's the right fit.\" She rolled her eyes, as if there was some sex slave upstairs she needed to know about. She could just ask what it was, since it was *jingling* and kind of heavy. \n\n\"Well, I'll be back around the block in twenty minutes, let me know if it fits!\" She was blushing and stupidly corny. She escaped the awkward situation as soon as possible.*oh well* Karlee thought, maybe next time when it's abundantly clear she drops off a chastity cage to the doorstep.\n\n----\n\nShe noticed by the time she was 2 houses over, Morgan was gone. She let out a heavy sigh, at least now she didn't have to have another awkward encounter. \n\nBut, just as she was closing up the back of her mail truck and fishing for the keys from her carrier bag, the gentleman reappeared on his deck. There was no dog with him, but he called her over as a few envelopes were held in his hand. Flustered by the encounter, Karlee dropped off a stack of letters that weren't his.\n\n\"Oh, thanks! I'll drop them off. I was hoping when I came back there'd be a dog here for me to pet!\" *What are you doing, weirdo*.\n\n\"Well, you can come up and pet him, but dogs don't like mail carriers, remember?\" \n\nHe was smooth. She was taken aback. She wasn't this good at flirting, she wasn't even good at small talk. A silly little giggle birthed from her mouth.\n\n\"Oh yeah, I always hear them barking every time I leave mail!\" *Great story, you creep*\n\n\"Oh, he barks. But right now he's relaxing in his cage. The collar was too small, which is a bummer. I'll give it to you tomorrow to return it...\" he smirked. *WAIT. WHAT'S HAPPENING*.\n\nShe nailed the dismount: \"or I can return tonight to wear it instead?\"\n\n\"It locks itself on, I'd prefer you return tonight to have it taken off, if you'd prefer...\"\n\n(Long! I liked this!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Slightly nerdy programmer in mid twenties finishes his first month in IT company. It's payday. He's heading to accountant's office to get his paycheck. Hero enters the office and freezes. He sees 40+ years-old top-notch cougar at the desk, wearing a blouse, that barely covers her big breasts.
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"content": "Hiro gulped. \"... hello\"\n\nCherese beemed at him. \"Hey, what can I help you with, baby?\" she said in a sweet draw.\n\n\"I'm uh here for my paystub.\" \n\n\"And to see me right?\" She grinned and leaned forward and to the side to rifle through a pile of papers. Hiro's mouth slacked slightly as he watched her breasts splash against the desk. \"Ah here we go. First payday huh?\" \n\n\"Yep\" Hiro strained his eyes upward to hers. \n\n\"Where are you taking me to celebrate?\"\n\nHiro laughed slightly nervously and broke eye contact by glancing down at his check. He wasn't used to playful flirting, so his next words surprised him. \"Where do want go?\" Adrenaline raised his confidence and he met her big brown eyes again. \n\nHer smile deepened. She hadn't expected more that a laugh or blush from him. \"I like Asian food,\" she said pointedly. \n\nIt took everything he had to hold her gaze. \"Um ...\" His voice faltered, but came back strong. \"How's 7?\"\n\n...\n\nThey walked to her apartment after dinner, the conversation still lively as they arrived at the stoop. \"Ooh I love those movies too. Especially that cute little Spider-Man boy. Haha, he reminds me of you.\" She put a hand on his arm. \"Oh you got the muscles too.\" \n\nHiro laughed sheepishly. \"I do look good in tights...\" He held her gaze as she lingered on his arm. He let instinct take over rand leaned in. The kiss was surprisingly sweet and tender. They pulled back, and smiled. The next kisses got hungrier and more aggressive. Eventually she grabbed his hand and broke away, leading him inside. His grin turned goofy as he watched her well filled dress go up the stairs. \n\nShe sat on the edge of a table and pulled him back in. Her hands clawed at his back and legs wrapped around him. \"You good sugar?\" He answered by necking her animalistically. Her hands wandered down and groped his round little cheeks. He kissed down her clavicle. In response she slowly moved a strap across her shoulder. As soon as he saw he quickly pulled it the rest of the way, revealing one of the breasts he had so admired. He bit his lip and she laid back, dragging her fingers up under his shirt. He followed her and took her dark brown nipple into his mouth. One hand traveled up her thick1 thigh to hip, noticing the lack of panty.\n\n \"You hungry baby?\" she whispered. His eyes twinkled and he took one more suck of her nipple before lowering to his knees. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating and he couldn't help but bury his face in. \"Ohhhh.\" He lapped methodically, leaving no region unloved. \"Just like that baby, ooh!\" After he successfully made her clench her thighs around his head, she sat up. \"You want me?\" He nodded slowly but emphatically. She peeled her dress off as he prepared his cock then lowered to meet him on the ground. She moved his legs under her and pulled his face into her breasts as she rode him. He breathed deeply, overwhelmed by the sensations. \n\nShe bounced against him wildly, cooing loudly for someone with neighbors. \n\"Oh baby I'm- ahhh!\" The change in her pitch sent him over he edge, in turn causing her to grunt further. They collapsed onto the carpet a sweaty mess, her weight crushing him in the best way.\n\n\"Damn we're definitely going to fill out a form or something Monday, ha. Worth it though.\"\n\n\n...........\n\nConstructive criticism welcome"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a warlock, you're hunted. But there's this one particular do-gooder who has chased you for months, but every time she tries, she never quite puts up much of a fight... and insists on wearing some rather skimpy 'armor'...
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"content": "“Shivasa! We meet again…”, Taibo said with a snarl. He put pointer fingers to thumbs to cast a protective spell. He knew he wouldn’t need it, but it was more habit than anything else. Shivasa had been hunting him for 8 months now. Somehow she always knew where he’d be and she’d show up to annoy him more than stop him in his quest.\n\nHis quest was given to him by the Towering Board, the overseer of all warlocks and witches. He was to gather intel about the planned mutiny in the capital Yetep. If this mutiny really was to take place, it would be the perfect opportunity for the Towering Board to seize control.\n\n“We do meet again, Taibo.” Shivasa was a tall, dark-haired bounty hunter, hired by either the Yetep government or the heads of the military. She kept her hair untied, which often caused her to miss her crossbow shots and also made her lose her footing rather often. Taibo enjoyed dueling her, as it was the perfect occasion for him to practise spells he didn’t use often. That was not the only reason, because she also always wore armor that accentuated her figure perfectly - if you could even call it armor.\n\nHer chestplate covered the area below her neck to her sternum, meaning that her entire midriff was exposed. Taibo could have easily killed her countless times with a simple ice bolt to that area. Her loincloth extended to about mid-thigh, with her boots coming up to below the knee. This was hardly dueling armor, seeing as so much exposed skin was there for the taking. At least her wrists were covered with metal guards, jagged edges coming out of the shiny surface.\n\nHe quickly had to get his head back into the game. If Shivasa did somehow manage to defeat him, his name would be a laughing stock in the entire wizarding community. She flung a throwing knife in his general direction. He was able to catch the throwing knife with an immobilising spell and redirect it back at her. It struck her on the shoulder and cut through the leather strap holding her chestplate in place. It now hung lopsided and exposed a large area of her chest. This caught Taibo off guard and caused him to stand and stare for several seconds.\n\nShivasa looked at the chestplate and shrugged. “Not bad, Taibo. You’ve been practising aiming.”\n\n“You haven’t”, Taibo answered with a smirk. He readied up a conjuring spell thinking he had the time. Shivasa used Taibo’s lapse in concentration against him and shot three darts at him. They flew at him with great speed and made loud thunks against his protective shield.\n\nThe near miss made Taibo lose focus and interrupted his conjuring spell. He quickly diverted to a metalmelt, an extremely difficult skill to master. It cause all metal in the casting arc to melt and dissolve into feathers, ready to be blown away by the wind. He charged the spell and spread his hands to cast the spell. \n\nIt didn’t have the power or the strength to melt Shivasa’s breastplate, but it did melt the other two buckles holding it. The breastplate dropped to the floor. “Oh…”, was all Shivasa could muster. “That’s never happened before.” \n\nTaibo stood rooted to the ground. He had never seen breasts quite like these. He was much more accustomed to saggy and droppy breasts since witches didn’t believe much in brassieres. Shivasa’s breasts were extremely firm, with nipples that pointed straight out. They sat on dark, silver coin-sized areolae. “Do you want to…”, Taibo started. He didn’t quite know how to end the sentence. Should he be doing the gentlemanly thing and offering her his robe or should he dispatch of her to move on to more important matters? He was unsure, something he didn’t like feeling. \n\n“I’m going to get you for that!”, Shivasa roared as she took aim with her crossbow. The confused look on her face as she glanced at her crossbow told Taibo that his metalmelt had melted her trigger. She dropped the crossbow, drew a knife and lurched forward, ready to gut him.\n\nHe quickly cast an ensnare spell that grabbed Shivasa by the ankle. It was one of his favourite spells and also one he was most proficient at. She rocked forwards as she was pulled in the other direction, her whole mass being dragged backwards to make her finally land on her back.\n\nTaibo enjoyed the way her chest jiggled when this happened. Being out of danger, he felt he didn’t need to be as wary and started to enjoy the situation.\n\nShivasa felt that she needed to change the grip on her knife to be able to defend herself as he came closer. She tossed the dagger to catch it when it was facing downwards, but she dropped the knife and cut the string holding her loincloth in place. “Oh no!”, she exclaimed as her knife clattered to the ground beside her. \n\nTaibo was once again awestruck and could not believe his eyes. In his 280 years as a warlock, he had never seen a bounty hunter as clumsy as Shivasa...but he had also never seen one as beautiful as this, with her sex exposed as well. He moved forward without thinking, like her sex was a siren luring him into the depths of despair. As he walked he stared, transfixed and unable to take in his surroundings.\n\nWithout the faintest idea that he was in any compromising position, he felt a sharp pain in his upper thigh. He looked down to see a purple dart protruding from his leg. He looked to Shivasa’s face and saw that she had shot a blowdart at him. “Where in Daemon’s bane did she get that?”, he thought to himself. He found himself in a weird state. He could take all his surroundings in with his senses - the light breeze, the smell of the coming rain, the still stunning visual offered to him by Shivasa’s exposed breasts and sex - but he could not move. His senses told him he was standing rigid, head facing straight forward. “Impossible”, he thought, as it dawned on him what might have happened. “The Trifolia poison? Could it really be?”\n\nAs if she could read his thoughts, Shivasa spoke. “I bet you’re wondering how I could afford a vial of the Trifolia poison. Over the last eight months I have been saving more coins that I could count. And now...finally...you are mine.” She rested her upper body on her elbows, since her leg was still ensnared by Taibo’s spell. She spread her legs open to reveal her wet sex, its sight immediately causing a reaction under Taibo’s robes. “Come and kneel before me.”\n\nThe Trifolia poison gave the person administering the poison total control over the victim for 10 minutes. It required an obscene amount of ingredients and time to manufacture, which in turn meant that it was unbelievably expensive and also classified as a banned substance.\n\nTaibo felt his body walk without him requiring to input anything. His body knelt before Shivasa and it dawned on him what her plan was. If she succeeded in acquiring his seed, he knew he would be branded a traitor and oathbreaker. It was considered treason to mate with humans and he would definitely be excommunicated from the Towering board. He was about to fight against the poison coursing through his veins with all his might when he looked down at Shivasa. She was on her back, her bare breasts resting on her chest, the weight of them forcing them almost to the side. Her sex was glistening, inviting him, asking him what it would feel like. “Would it really be the worst thing?”, Taibo caught himself wondering. He fought with himself to try and shake that thought from his mind, but it was frivolous. He had known what he had truly wanted from the moment he cut Shivasa’s first leather strap.\n\nShivasa pushed herself up and grabbed his robes to lift them off. Underneath his garments there was nothing but a loincloth. She tore at it and it gave way easily. “I knew it!”, she said as she smiled and looked at him. “You’ve been keeping that from me for the past 8 months?” She licked her lips and tried to engulf his manhood. Their positions meant that she could only reach the very tip.\n\n“Same old clumsy Shivasa”, Taibo thought to himself. “Ugh, undo this snare! And stand up!”, Shivasa cried out.\n\nTaibo’s body put his two hands together and the spell was lifted. Shivasa got on her knees and put Taibo’s entire length in her mouth. Taibo gave a mental gasp and tried to roll his eyes to look down but stopped, for fear his eyes might roll to the back of his head. He instead focused on enjoying the sensation. \n\nAnd enjoy it he did. He wasn’t sure how long his body would last, being that he wasn’t in control of it. Judging by the sensations, he assumed that this was left up to the body, not the commanding person.\n\nShivasa had only been at it for a minute when she couldn’t deprive herself any longer. “Take me from behind. NOW!”, she bellowed, as she turned around and got on all fours.\n\nTaibo’s body knelt down behind Shivasa. He could see himself aligning himself and thrust forward. The sensation this gave him had not ever been described in any book, scroll or tome. He immediately felt himself ejaculate inside Shivasa’s warm, wet and welcoming sex. \n\n“Aww. Done already?”, Shivasa remarked as she looked back at him with big eyes. “I thought you’d definitely last longer. How about...keep going!”. She let out a laugh and turned to face the front. “And pull my fucking hair!”.\n\nTaibo tried at the same time to enjoy the sensation, stop his body, give it his all and block out what his status was with the Towering Board. His body continued thrusting into Shivasa, his ejaculate acting as a lubricant and giving him sensations he’d never felt before. Somehow his manhood was staying erect. And not only that, but Shivasa seemed to be really enjoying it. \n\n“Grab my breasts and thrust harder!”, Shivasa cried in ecstasy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Giants and giantesses tend to be pretty friendly, but everywhere within a square mile shakes whenever they have sex.
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"content": "Giants? Yeah, I've seen giants. Proper Titans, not those mountain-men what stand eight or nine feet-- no I mean proper Titans. Five times the height of the tallest human-- brutally strong. Met a few, made a few friends. They're smart, and rather friendly, but they have a tendency to overlook us little folk. They have, pardon the pun, bigger things to worry about.\n\n​\n\nI remember when I first started adventuring, I had this hired bodyguard with me: Quill, her name was. Used to be a pit fighter for a desert tribe whose name I still can't pronounce, and she could clip a bird's wings in flight with a polearm whose name I ALSO can't pronounce. Nasha-something. I dunno. We journeyed together for two years.\n\n​\n\nEarly on, before we'd started rutting like animals and after we were sure we had the hots for each other, we found a pair of giants. We were journeying along the cliffs of north Adrium, and we stopped at the top of a waterfall to make camp a little early-- it was hot, we were tired, and Quill was being quite cranky that day.\n\n​\n\nBut there they were in the forest below: a male and a female. The man, as he was, stood about thirty feet tall, rippling with muscle. Groomed well, but kept his dark hair done back in a braid the size of a fuckin' tree. The woman, on the other hand, was only maybe twenty feet-- she let hers grow and grow and grow. Ran to her thighs, and it was overgrown-- or perhaps decorated-- with all sorts of vines and flowers. Anyways it all washed out while they bathed in the waterfall, and in the morning after, we got to talking, but that evening, with the sun going down in the distance, I sat on a fallen trunk by the river, just me and my flask, hoping to catch a little inspiration for my writing.\n\n​\n\nBut what should happen but I feel the log rattle under me. I give it a nervous look up and down, but I don't see anything. Then it happens again. I clamber off and stand on solid ground, only to feel through my feet too! I look into my flask, positive I've been spiked or poisoned, and see the water inside rippling.\n\n​\n\nWell I walk up to the ledge and peer downward-- it wasn't a very high cliff, you can imagine-- and see the giants going at it. And I mean going AT it, earth-shaking sex that made me feel, frankly, a little impotent at first.\n\n​\n\nBut my GOD, the sound of that giantess' cheeks getting clapped by those titanic hips of her mate? It rattled my skull! The sight of her enormous curves, dripping with water and being caressed by his giant hands? The sheer, animal power of two cottage-sized people fucking so hard the nearest mile felt it?\n\n​\n\nI'll admit it. It got me hard as steel, boys.\n\n​\n\nOhhh, you laugh, but it was a sight to behold. He had her by the waist, down on her chest, and was just railing her for all he was worth. Every time she came, her fingers raked furrows in the fields below and she moaned. Evidently this giant was VERY good because it seemed to happen quite often.\n\n​\n\nSo I'm there on the cliffside, debating whether or not I should bother trying to turn in early when I'll likely be listening to them bump and grind for a few hours, and I decide to just plop myself back down on the log-- undo my trousers and, well, enjoy the show.\n\n​\n\nI'm taking it slow, enjoying myself, when I hear Quill come up behind me and ask \"What is that ungodly-- OH MY GOD WHY--\"\n\n​\n\nI glance over my shoulder, calm as the breeze, and for a moment I totally get it. She rounds a corner, sees two naked giants, and me with my cock out? OK, reasonable reaction.\n\n​\n\n\"Yeah, we'll be getting a late start tomorrow,\" I joke, and she peers through her hands, dark eyes in the dark spaces between dark fingers watching the action down below.\n\n​\n\n\"Gods above, it's shaking the GROUND?!\"\n\n​\n\nI nodded. \"If you don't mind sharing the log, you're welcome to watch with me.\"\n\n​\n\nQuill covered her eyes again, making a noise that was either disgust or scorn. Then she made it again, more emphatically. Then she paused.\n\n​\n\nI turned my attention back to the happy couple below, where the giantess was having another wonderful spasm of delight, having now rolled onto her back, and I just kept on. After a few moments, I heard Quill shifting about and glanced out of the corner of my eye at her. She'd bent herself over the log and was grinding her thighs together, resting her chin on her arms.\n\n​\n\nDown below, the giants were pounding away again, making the waterfall waver in the air and shaking birds out of their trees. I glanced over to Quill, who looked like she was holding in a piss.\n\n​\n\nI asked if she wanted some help, indicating her writhing hips and grinding thighs. She shot me a glare, and replied in a low, begrudging growl--\n\n​\n\n\"Yes.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Simple Prompt] Something for the pain...
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"content": "Thomas clenched his teeth against the ache in his shoulder. Since the bicycle accident two weeks earlier, both arms were now in casts making it impossible to do simple tasks.\n\n\"Is the pain too much,\" his niece Katie asked while sitting on the edge of the bed.\n\n\"Not too bad,\" he lied. After all, he was a man and could handle it. Besides, he did not want to appear a wimp in front of his younger sister's twenty year old daughter.\n\n\"You're lying,\" she chastised knowingly. \"Here. Open up.\"\n\nShe placed a pill in his mouth and swallowed with a drink of water from the glass she held.\n\nKatie was majoring in nursing, and this fall would be the start of her senior year. His sister had asked Katie to watch him during the day while he stayed at their house, but he had complained unsuccessfully that he was too old for a babysitter.\n\nSoon the pain medication took effect, and Thomas began drifting off to sleep.\n\nHe was still groggy as he came awake. Slowly he realized Katie was sitting on the bed next to him still. He brown eyes examining the tent in the blanket where his erection jutted up.\n\n\"You're awake,\" she said nervously.\n\n\"Yeah... Kinda...\"\n\nIt was then he felt her fingers around his penis.\n\n\"I... I'm sorry. I didn't... I...\" Her faced was crimson, and tears were in her eyes.\n\n\"It feels good,\" he answered sleepily. With these casts, he could not even masturbate. \"Just don't squeeze so hard.\"\n\nKatie looked surprised and did as instructed. Her soft hand slid along his shaft slowly. He fumbled with the blanket until it was off. His penis stood up through the opening of his shorts. His niece's delicate hand moved along it.\n\n\"Is this better,\" she stammered.\n\nIt finally dawned on him what was happening. Here was his niece, less than half his age, jerking him off! His sister was going to kill him!\n\n\"Katie. I'm not sure if this is a good idea.\" He gasped at the wave of pleasure.\n\n\"They say orgasms can help with the pain.\"\n\nThomas could not disagree. The last thing on his mind were his arms and shoulders. Suddenly he tensed and gasped. Sperm squirted from his cock into the air; two weeks of built of tension struck Katie in the face.\n\n\"Oh shit! I'm sorry Katie!\"\n\nShe suddenly burst out laughing. \"I guess I should've aimed it away from me.\"\n\nHis niece disappeared into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later free of cum. She cleaned him off and returned his penis back to his shorts.\n\n\"How's the pain,\" she asked with a grin.\n\nHe smiled back. \"What pain?\"\n\n\"Did you know I had the biggest crush on you growing up?\"\n\n\"Oh? When did you get over it?\"\n\nShe leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek. \"I never did.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Those Lonely, Untouched Prompts...
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"content": "[A Cosplayer decides to offer special \"character\"-jobs as a means of drumming up a fanbase at an anime and video game convention.](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/bvu50p/wp_a_cosplayer_decides_to_offer_special/)\n\n(For example (Don't have to do these), Anal fuck sessions as Nintendo's Princess Zelda, Bondage scene's as one of the Sailor Scouts from Sailor Moon, Boob Jobs from Lara Croft. To help get the wheels turning.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My neighbors are the best. Living at home is not the most fun, at least I have the cool neighbors. Young and fun, with a nice house. I get to house sit. Free money and food! Ever since that got that huge new dog they havent needed me. They just called and need a sitter for this weekend!
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"content": "_TRIGGER WARNING: Literal dog fucking. Although, really, what did you expect?_\n\n\"Ok. Dishes: clean. Laundry: folded. Mail: collected. Lawn: mowed.\" I tuck a stray curl behind my ear absently as I talk to myself.\n\n\"Now I just have to feed and walk you, yesh I do, you big goofball.\" I pat the big goofball on the head. He's actually been really nice to have around. Usually, it's really lonely being here but he's been following me around with his giant doggy smile and occasionally getting head pats all day. It helps to have a little bit of company, and he's very well trained.\n\nI walk down to the main floor of my neighbors' massive, well decorated house and head over to the kitchen. It overlooks the massive yard, and it's where the dog treats are. The big goofball, follows me down panting. He patiently waits for me to fill up his food bowl. They left very specific instructions: a mix of kibble and actual steak. Like, fresh, restaurant-grade steak. Once I'm done mixing it together, he spends a few minutes eating it while I'm getting the treats, leash and harness out, then turns around and looks at me.\n\n\"Ok. Now, Cliff, sit!\" He instantly closes his jaw, sits down and waits at attention.\n\n\"Good boy! Cliff, speak!\"\n\n\"Brrowrowrowwf!\"\n\n\"Good boy! Cliff, wait!\" He sits perfectly still, while I balance a treat on his snout. I count ten Mississipi in my head then say\n\n\"Very good boy! Ok, get it!\" He throws the treat up about a foot, grabs it out of the air and devours it in three bites. He smiles and lets his tongue loll, still sitting down. \"Ok, Cliff, we're going for a walk.\" I lay the harness down, and he obediently steps into each side. Which is good, because I have absolutely no idea how this would work if he wasn't cooperating; I'd have no chance of forcing his legs up while maneuvering the harness. I raise it onto his shoulders, walk around, tighten it around his muscular back and clip it up. Then I walk back around and clip the leash into the front of the harness, and wrap the other end around my writst.\n\n\"Come, on!\" I call as I start across the kitchen towards the front hall. He bolts past me, and I almost lose my balance because of the leash strap. Rethinking whether I want this leash attached to my wrist, I reach over to take it over as he looks back at me and dashes towards the front hall again.\n\n\"Gaah! Ungh!\" This time, he does pull me off balance, and I go ass over tea-kettle, landing face-down in front of him. I can feel him struggling against the leash, and my shoulders start tensing. I'm desperately trying to keep them from dislocating whlie he struggles and eventually gives up. I try to get up, but I'm kind of tangled up, both my arms behind me, half caught in the leash, half caught by Cliff's weight. I absolutely can _not_ believe this.\n\n\"Get off, Cliff! Get off!\" I call out as I'm struggling. This was the wrong thing to say. He seems to take it as a command though; I can hear his panting subside and he goes to atention again. I can feel his muscles tense, as he starts thrusting his hindquarters at me, feel his member poking at my own hindquarters. This was the wrong day to wear a skirt. \"No, dammit, not what I meant!\" I'm struggling really hard to avoid him entering me anywhere, but between the leash, the pin, and the skirt, this is not an easy fight. I can't really roll over, and I can't wind up to try to push him off me without getting on my knees, which is basically presenting. I try rolling side to side for a while, but he's really good at aiming; it's almost as though he's been trained for this too. The struggling gives me a pretty severe wedgie. This was _absolutely_ the wrong time for a wedgie.\n\n\"Nghh, no! Stoouungghh!\"\n\nHe hits his mark, pushing aside my bunched panties, and he feels really huge. I can feel his pointed cock parting me easily, despite the fact that I'm absolutely not turned on. What can I say; its' been a long day and I was looking forward to a bath _after_ the walk. Now, I can really feel him tense. He gets his front legs out over my shoulders, anchoring himself. He swings his hind legs back slowly, far enough to almost pull out of me completely, then he makes a sharp thrust forward, getting almost his full length inside in one smooth stroke.\n\n\"Hnnngghhh...\"\n\nDammit, I didn't want that to feel so good. He swings back slowly again, and does the sharp, smooth stroke forward. And then again. And then again. It occurs to me that this might take a while. I count four Mississipis out and one in. He's keeping a really consistent rhythm, and I'm panting with each downstroke. I can feel his dick getting thicker inside me and I almost cum at that, tensing up in preparation. As soon as I do that, he stops.\n\n\"WHuhshi. Hhaaahnngghh...\" I try to get a good look up at him, getting to my knees and into that presenting position I wanted to avoid. It's kind of too late already. He doesn't seem tired at all, so I'm not sure why he stopped. I put my face back down and try to recover a bit. As soon as I almost catch my breath, he starts up again. My eyes go wide.\n\n\"Aaaaghhhgaaaa..\"\n\nThe new position gives him a much better angle, and I'm feeling it all through my insides. He's not quite hitting my g-spot, but he has a really steady rhythim that's working me back up towards an orgasm that I'm _really_ trying to avoid. But I can't hold on forever; soon, I start to clench around him again. My eyes starting to roll back into my head as I prepare, but he stops short again. I look back and almost start crying.\n\n\"Oh god, I'm. _So. Close_...\"\n\nI try to get my breathing under control again, while trying to struggle against the leash and harness. The unfortunate thing is that they're both really well made items, designed for a huge dog, so they don't give at with the amount of strength I'm putting against them. Cliff starts up his rhythm again, and I almost lose it right away. I start working my butt back, countering his strokes to give them more force.\n\n\"Oh, oh... Cliff, please...\"\n\nHe hurries his pace a little bit, and I can feel his knot working its way into me. It's hitting my g-spot perfectly, and stretching my opening. I give up, just start letting him set the pace, and he forces the knot all the way in. Then he holds his legs still and keeps it there. I can feel him clenching rhythmically and it's touching all the right places on my insides. I can't take anymore, I feel an orgasm coming on in me,a nd I couldn't stop if I wanted to at this point. I start shaking, my pussy, butt and legs start convlusing, and I let loose a low guttural moan as my entire body tenses from the waves of pleasure I'm feeling. He's still pulsing inside me, and the orgasm lasts what feels like forever.\n\nHe's definitely been trained at this.\n\nMy body goes limp, and I drop off my knees. after a few minutes, my breathing relaxes. He's still sitting there, waiting at attention. And I can still feel his engorged member inside me. I try to work it out, but it's stuck in there pretty good, and whenever I try to force it, he whimpers minutely. I decide to just wait for it to go limp on its own. After a very, very long time, I'm not sure how much since I can't see a clock from here, it does. So I try to extricate myself.\n\n\"Ok. Haah, haaaaah. Phew. Ok, Cliff. Get off, please.\" This was the wrong thing to say. He squeals, quietly, and seems kind of sad somehow. He starts his rhythm up again again. I start crying out of frustration, but soon I'm moaning again...\n\n* * * One Eternity Later * * *\n\n\"Hey! We're home!\" Adam opens the front door and walks over to the hall. \"Oh fucking hell!\"\n\nHis new Bordeaux Mastiff is sitting there, on top of his tiny next-door neighbor looking fairly tired, but definitely doing something he shouldn't be doing.\n\n\"Cliff? Red!\" The dog stops instantly, and his tongue lolls out. \"Are you ok? I'm so sorry about this. Um. It looks like he's knotted. It might take a little while for the swelling to go down. Um; oh man. I'll give you some privacy, just don't say anything to him after he unties. Did you happen to tell him to g-e-t--o-f-f?\"\n\n\"Ohffaoh. Hi, Mr Jensenen. It'ss okay, I'm taking real good care of the place.\"\n\n\"Are you alright?\"\n\n\"Yeaaaaah. Haaah. Yeah, I'll be ok.\"\n\n\"Well, at least there's that\"\n\n\"Adam? What's going on?\" The lady of the house enters through the front door. \"Oh. Well.\"\n\n\"Ugh. Honey, we might have a situation here.\"\n\n\"What are you talking about?\" She smiles and makes eye contact with the girl \"Look at her; she clearly enjoyed herself\"\n\nThe girl sighs, and passes out into a much deserved sleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Slime girls become bigger and more powerful by absorbing certain thick, gooey substances. One of the most effective and potent substances they seek out is cum.
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"content": "Pulsy, Sticky, \nClingy, Icky, \nCircumstances kind of tricky, \n\nTeasing, Pleasing, \nSeizing, Squeezing, \nTossed inside to help appeasing, \n\nWarming, Forming, \nStorming, Swarming, \nNot alone to be performing,\n\nScraping, Gaping, \nShaping, Raping, \nThere's not one who is escaping, \n\nPleasure, Leasure, \nSuch a Treasure, \nPeople's Time here you can measure, \n\nGrowing, Knowing, \nCum keeps flowing, \nSo our seed will keep it growing, \n\nA Room, A Womb, \nA Groom, a Tomb, \nWe don't fight to let doom resume,\n\nHappy, Happy, \nHappy, Happy, \nIf we cum, we will stay happy,\n\nCumming, Creaming,\nOur sperm teeming,\nGrowing and by pleasure screaming,\n\nLeave us, Let us, \nStay here, Stay here, \nAm Addicted, keep us in here, \n\nFight you, Kill you, \nLet me stay in, \nI will grow her, stay forever."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You let your partner pick your outfit for the sex party, but you weren't expecting something quite this kinky.
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"content": "\"I appreciate you didn't make me come nude or in nothing but a bondage harness but still... I feel a little too... I don't know overly dressed. Did you have to have be so detailed?\"\n\nI love him, we had been dating for a few years but I just learned about his fascination with the fetish and kink community. Wanting to be a supportive long-term girlfriend I wanted to experience his world and see what made him tick. I even let him pick my outfit for the SOSAK ( Shades of Swing and Kink) party, but I didn't expect him to go all out. \n\nHe was into petplay, so I expected maybe a car ear headband and a safety pinned tail that they sell at Goodwill during Halloween. Instead he took a sharpie and drew whiskers on my cheeks, a black dot on the tip of my nose and little freckles on my upper lip. My outfit consisted of a white leotard, pink tutu, knee high socks with cat legs and paws printed on them and a pair of backless pantyhose. With the back of my pantyhose cut out, my ass was exposed. Apparently this was intentional so a fluffy white tail buttplug could be inserted into my virgin asshole. \n\nI wore hot pink ballets flats with ankle straps and finally my hair was tied into pigtails, held in place with clip on white and pink cat ears.\n\n\"I mean... the plug in my ass, drawings on my face, exposed buttcheeks. It's all so much at once... and I really don't like that smirk on your face what you have behind your back?\"\n\nHe simply continues to smile at me and places a pink ribbon collar around my neck, a big silver bell on a thick silver ring right in the middle of it. He clips on a pink leash and tugs on it. \n\n\"Come on kitten, enough complaining it's time to check into the party.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] Incest is all fun and games until you get caught.
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"content": "\"Frankly I'm more impressed than anything.\"\n\n​\n\nBianca had the sheets pulled up over her nose, and seemed about as embarrased as she could get. Quinn on the other hand, was sitting up and giving the intruder his best death stare. In the doorway, Ruby was propped up on the frame with her arms crossed. \"I mean. Three condoms? Props for the confidence if nothing else.\"\n\n​\n\nQuinn looked like he was trying to burn a hole through his cousin's head. \"Can you please stop standing there with the fucking door open? Either get the fuck in here or get the fuck out.\"\n\n​\n\nRuby stepped into the room and shut the door, casually locking it behind her. \"\\*That\\* is what you're supposed to do when you come to hook up, dumbass.\"\n\n​\n\n\"\\*Saint putain de merde,\\*\" Bianca muttered, shutting her eyes.\n\n​\n\n\"Alright,\" Quinn sighed, \"You caught us. Bianca and I have been fucking. What now, blackmail?\"\n\n​\n\nRuby combed some of her curly red-brown hair out of her face and grinned. \"Nah, that'd be cruel. You've been embarrassed badly enough and besides, if I told any of our parents, we'd never be allowed to hang out without adult supervision and none of us want that. So I've got only one request.\" She bit her lip, and for a moment Quinn very much appreciated his bi-racial cousin's caramel-colored skin tone because the way the afternoon light was coming in, the tight white top she was wearing that looked like bandages, and the position of her arms were all REALLY making him want to take a bite out of one of her tits.\n\n​\n\n\"\\*Ca vient...\\*\" Bianca squeaked, bracing herself underneath her flowery sheets.\n\n​\n\n\"I want in.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: while walking down the street she suddenly collapsed shivering with pleasure...
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"content": "\"Well,\" The doctor said, looking over Nina's scans as she clenched her fists in the soft material of her leggings. \"I'm not seeing any signs of abnormality. We can run some further tests if you like; your insurance will cover quite a few with only a minimum copay.\"\n\n\"No, thank you.\" Nina said, offering a flash of a smile as she rose, extending her clammy hand. \"Thank you, doctor.\"\n\n\"Oh, you're welcome.\" The doctor said. \"But listen, it's incredibly hot out there, even if it was nothing this time, please make sure to be properly hydrated and don't overexert yourself.\" He said as Nina was already walking out the door backwards.\n\n\"Thank you again, I'll remember that.\" She said as she darted out of the long hallway into the waiting room where several people with actual injuries made no notice of her passing. She walked out onto the street where she pressed her back against the building and sighed. What the hell was that? By the time she finally had her wits about her, she was loaded into an ambulance on the way to Boulder General and she figured it would probably look more suspicious to her insurance if she asked them to drop her off on the side of the road and they had to pay for half an ambulance ride. As it stood, she was probably going to be out a few hundred. \n\n\"You okay?\" Someone asked and Nina looked up to see a vaguely familiar woman staring at her. \"You look like you're having a rough day, just wanted to make sure you didn't need some company.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Nina said, summoning her flash of a smile again. \"No, thank you, I'm okay. It's just been a long day.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" The woman said, holding her hands up. \"I'll be out of your hair, then. But...\" She lingered, biting her lip. \"Okay, I have to confess something, walk with me?\"\n\n\"I really... should be going.\" Nina said, feeling suddenly very ill at ease. \n\n\"It was my fault that you took that ambulance.\" The woman said as Nina turned to go, freezing her in her tracks. \n\n\"What?\" She asked, turning to look at her. \n\n\"I... have a power.\"\n\n\"Bullshit.\" Nina said. She didn't have an explanation, but this wasn't a sane one in the slightest. \n\n\"You came, right?\" The woman asked. Nina's mouth went dry. \"You were walking along the road and suddenly it felt like you were getting some really good dick and then you fell to the floor as your knee-\"\n\n\"Yes, okay!\" Nina said, looking around them to see if anyone had overheard. \"Okay, yes that's... maybe what happened, but that doesn't mean you have po-\" She moaned unexpectedly, biting her lip as the sensation from earlier returned, less like someone fucking her and more like someone eating her *very* well. \"Okay!\" She said, holding a hand up. \"Okay, I believe you.\"\n\n\"Yeah... sorry to do it again, I realize consent is... well. It's usually not a problem because people don't know it's me and just think they had a spontaneous orgasm. I mean, it happens sometimes to people... But then someone was calling an ambulance for you and I didn't have a good way to stop them without outing myself... so, I'm fully willing to pay the costs for you if you want.\"\n\n\"Oh.\" Nina said, pressing her lips together. \"I uh... Yeah, that would be nice, actually...\" It wasn't like she had a ton of money to spare, the receipt was going to deplete a lot of her savings. \n\n\"Cool, what's your venmo?\" The woman asked, taking out her phone. They quickly exchanged info and within a couple minutes Nina had all the money in her account. Well, actually...\n\n\"You paid an extra hundred?\" Nina said, turning her phone around.\n\n\"Oh, yeah I uh...\" The woman cleared her throat. \"I can't really compensate you for the consent thing and it's not like you're going to prove it in a court of law...\"\n\n\"Oh.\" Nina frowned. \"I mean...\" She took a breath and laughed. \"Walk with me?\" She asked as a few people started coming out of the hospital. The girl nodded and Nina lead the way towards her house, which was a few blocks north. \"So, what do you say instead of paying me extra money, you and I hang out sometimes and you do that again somewhere where people won't call an ambulance for me?\" Nina glanced over and saw the woman's dumbfounded expression turn into a dopey grin.\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"Mmmhmm,\" Nina said, laughing and blushing at her own suggestion. \"I mean... you did want to see what I looked like while I came, right?\"\n\n\"I did,\" The woman agreed. \"You're extremely hot...\"\n\n\"Well, then let's go have some fun,.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [dark] As a guy I always got off by imagining what it would be like to be my ideal woman - pretty, fertile bundle of sensuality. One stupid birthday wish was all it took to make me a slave to my reproductive cravings and make me realize fat boobs are fun only when stuck to someone else's chest.
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"content": "At first, I had spent hours exploring all the new features I'd suddenly developed.\n\nThe breasts were huge, soft but perky, It felt a little strange at first to salivate over myself, but I was too attractive to resist at this point.\n\nOver the next few days though, things started to move in directions I never saw coming. My own features didn't excite me anymore, and I found myself eyeing my male friends more and more often.\n\nIt didn't take long for them to get over the fact that I was once their best drinking buddy. Now I had a jaw-dropping pair of tits and a waistline that drove them crazy.\n\nI was in no objection either. I no longer spent time with then talking about football or knocking back beers.\n\nI wanted them to screw me senseless. \n\nThings kept going that way for a good while. After work I'd go home with one of them and let them fuck me raw. I wasn't concerned about getting pregnant, far from it; I was absolutely baby-crazy at that point.\n\nI'm not even sure which one of the finally knocked me up. All I remember is the pregnancy test results showing positive one morning. I don't know why that made me so deliriously happy.\n\nThat was eight months ago. I'm pregnant with twins, don't know who the father is. I feel bad for my mother; my belly feels stretched tight constantly, and the nausea is a drag.\n\nNone of the aches and pains of being hugely pregnant seem to dull the edge of horniness whenever the urge strikes however. It's less frenetic, since my swollen belly prevents things from getting too crazy, but I've been going home with Trevor more and more often.\n\nMaybe it'll lead somewhere, I don't know.\n\nSometimes I'll be in bed, somebody conked out next to me, the post-sex warmth still tingling deep inside. My hands clasped on my belly, feeling how big it's gotten, and wondering how things got this way.\n\nI've almost forgotten what it's like to be a man."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Welcome to Kinkr, the #1 hookup app for consensual non-con! It works like tinder except when two people match the "Aggressor" is able to track the "victim" via their phone's GPS. Karla, a petite brunette, has a week off work and spent an entire evening swiping right on interesting profiles.
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"content": "(Can continue!)\n\nWhen I snapped to, I instantly could tell just how groggy and sweaty and sore I was. It was like a hangover coupled with day drinking mixed with the final day before your body finally kicks the flu. I was thirsty. My belly rumbled the same way it does the morning after late night pizza. I could *feel* the dirt on my skin. I needed a shower; I could smell myself.\n\nMy eyes fixated on a naked body in the orange, rusted light. Across the room from my seated position was Avery. My best friend. My sorority sister. My maid of honor. It was clear to me once my eyes fully focused to the light that Avery now was not what Avery was then.\n\nI studied her intently, trying to squint the sleep and grime from my eyes as my pupils focused on what appeared to be rope wrapping itself up and down, around, and in between her breasts. The once pale skin of her large bust were now a shade of purple one only sees in bruises. Her skin looked tight. Ready to explode. It had to hurt. That rope coiled around each tit *tight* and made them both bulge outward. It looked incredibly bizarre. Her left nipple pierced. Since she never got around to piercing the right, it was the only way I could truly identify her. Once my eyes made their way up to her face, a black, possibly leather blindfold was affixed over her eyes and around her head. A red rubber ball was lodged into her mouth, her teeth and lips on display as she clenched down on the thing. From popular culture, I could identify it as a ball-gag. For bondage. Oh god.\n\nHer breasts heaved as Avery took short, stunted breaths. She was crying. Drool formed around her lips and the ball and dripped down her chin and onto the purple mounds that were once her perky, shapely tits. Her mascara was running under the blindfold. I couldn’t see her arms, but the rope that decorated her shoulders I assumed was keeping her arms and hands tied behind her. Her legs were criss crossed, more rope fastened her ankles together and kept her in a tight package. Her running shoes remained on. The only piece of clothing that remained from either of our jogging outfits. The authorities would find my right shoe three yards from where we took the last known [photograph](https://i.redd.it/fr001nm0jou21.jpg) of both of us. Avery’s sunglasses were found in the parking lot that night. Everything else was disposed of in a more proper kidnapping scenario.\n\nI tried to call out to Avery, but found my tongue was pressed against the floor of my mouth by fabric from my white sports bra, which also assisted in keeping my jaw as wide open as possible. Tape, or what I assumed to be a tape of the duct or electrical variety wrapped itself around my mouth and lips and made spitting out my own gag impossible, try as I might. I screamed and shuffled, which got Avery’s attention. Anything audible she said was impossible to decipher. The drool and ball gag translated her words and sentences to in indecipherable, muffled mess. She screamed and cried. I tried to soothe her terror. I think my own muffled help terrified her even more. At least I could see. The poor thing was in the dark.\n\nI tried to look down at my own self, but found something around my neck that felt like a neckbrace. When I shook it jingled something on the collar. I tried to look left and right to register my surroundings. No dice. That’s when I realized just how much my arms ached. They were pulled behind me, pushing my chest out. Attempting to bend my elbows was fruitless, whatever diabolical *thing* my arms were sealed into made my elbows touch one another in their prison, the leather was as strict as it was petrifying. Straps of black criss crossed over my shoulders and made it impossible to wiggle out of the fucking thing. The leather creaked when I searched for any sense of comfortability, almost as if it were mocking me.\n\nI tried to shake left and right. My H cup breasts refused to cooperate and didn’t jiggle side to side one bit. Craning my neck as much as I could, my iris shooting to the side of my eyes, and I could make out the same rope on me that I observed on Avery. My tits were bound in rope just the same. They didn’t hurt, despite their purple appearance. At least I knew Avery wasn’t in pain.\n\nI was situated in a kneeling position, I could feel something holding my ankles almost to my thighs, hugging them and keeping them firmly attached to whatever padded piece of furniture I was squatting on, my legs spread and bound. I was naked. Completely naked. \n\nIt seemed as if *someone* swiped right on our kinkr profile.\n\n(Can continue!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She's on the bed; naked, blindfolded, her wrists and ankles shackled. And all she can do is wait... and wait...
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"content": "Lucy wakes slowly, completely unaware of her predicament. She tries to move, but her limbs have been restrained. Her efforts only succeed in making her shackles clink in the darkness.\n\nOr at least she thought it was dark, but she soon realises she’s been blindfolded. She feels a little cold too, her nipples are standing on end.\n\n“Wait a minute, I’m naked!” Lucy thinks, as she realises just how bad a situation this is.\n\nShe begins to panic, and shouts, “Help! Please help! Somebody help me please!!!”\n\nThere is nothing but silence. She continues to cry for help for hours, before she grows tired, and is forced to stop.\n\n“Help.... H-Help....”\n\nShe gives up. She lies there, helpless, her naked body exposed and vulnerable.\n\nA million thoughts flash through her mind. “Where am I?” “Who did this to me?” “What are they going to do with me?”\n\nShe thinks of Sarah, her girlfriend. She thinks about how she may never see her again. She begins to cry, but stops herself. She must stay strong if she’s going to get through this...\n\nShe struggles against her bonds, but this only causes her to tire further. Again, she is forced to give in and lie there, goosebumps raising up on her pale skin from the cold and... arousal...\n\nLucy had a fantasy just like what was happening to her right now. She’d be kidnapped, stripped naked, blindfolded and shackled, waiting helplessly at the mercy of her new owner....\n\nJust at the thought of this, Lucy’s pussy starts to drip. She can’t hide her arousal, even though she is also terrified of what will happen next...\n\nSuddenly, after many hours of waiting and small, weak struggles, Lucy hears a door open. She struggles more, and speaks to her kidnapper with fear in her voice... “W-who’s there? Please... Please don’t hurt me...”\n\nThe kidnapper, doesn’t answer. Instead, Lucy hears them slowly approach her.\n\n“S-stay away!”\n\nLucy hears a giggle, but nothing more. As her capturer finally reaches her, Lucy’s pulse rate and breathing quicken in anticipation...\n\nSuddenly, she feels something enter her now soaking pussy. It feels like some sort of metal instrument, although it doesn’t feel sharp, only blunt.\n\nShe feels it digging around inside of her, stimulating her nerves, and making her moan softly.\n\nThe strange instrument is removed, before she feels small drips on her stomach. Then on her chest. She quickly realises that, whatever this is, it’s going straight towards her...\n\nShe feels it touch her lips, clearly trying to enter. Lucy keeps her mouth shut, but her body betrays her when 2 fingers are shoved inside her dripping lady flower. She moans, and her assailant takes this opportunity to put the object in her open mouth...\n\nAs soon as it enters her mouth, she realises what it is... A spoon. Then everything makes sense... Whoever this is is trying to feed Lucy her own pussyjuice!\n\nLucy feels conflicted. On the one hand, she feels terrified and helpless.... On the other, she feels more aroused and horny than she’s ever felt before...\n\nShe decides to comply with her kidnappers wish, and licks the spoon. She cannot believe she’d never tried this before... It tasted salty, sure, but there was also such a feminine sweetness to it... Sure, she’d tried that with Sarah, but her own has such a distinctive taste... She soon speeds up, and licks every last drop of nectar from the spoon...\n\nAs soon as she’s done, the spoon is taken away... It is not long before it is reinserted however, although it isn’t just digging around this time... It’s fucking her....\n\nLucy’s reaction is immediate. Her nerves tingle with ecstasy as her urges are well and truly satisfied.... Her moans seem to echo within the room as her pussy is rubbed up and down by the cu(n)tlery....\n\nIt didn’t take long for the spoon to poke her g-spot...\n\nLucy exploded into orgasm..... She moans in pure bliss as her body shakes with sexual ecstasy.... Her kidnapper soon brings the sweet nectar to Lucy’s mouth, and she feeds on it greedily..... As she licks the spoon, Lucy feels herself being petted.... and she lets it happen.... She felt no more fear, no more doubt... She knew that whoever this was, she was theirs....\n\nOnce she has finished, the kidnapper removes the spoon, and begins exploring her other assets...\n\nLucy’s body shudders in pleasure as her new owner plays with her boobs, pinching her nipples and groping her playfully....\n\nThrough her moans, Lucy is able to get out just a few words... “I... am... yours...”\n\nHer obedience is rewarded with more petting and groping.... Lucy feels like the luckiest girl in the world....\n\nSuddenly, the groping stops, and she hears her kidnapper moan, a familiar, feminine moan... This is all forgotten when the spoon is brought once again to Lucy’s mouth.... Although, this time, there’s something strange about the cum she tastes... She knows it’s her mistress’s, but there’s something else about it, something she’s tasted before...\n\nBy the time the spoon is removed, Lucy is sure......\n\n“S-Sarah?”\n\nA passionate kiss on the lips quickly confirms everything for Lucy, and she smiles as her girlfriend sighs in defeat...\n\n“What gave it away then? Was it my moans?” Sarah asks seductively....\n\nLucy giggles, “Well, I knew that cum tasted familiar...”\n\nSarah giggles back “Well, I felt that as your new mistress, it would only be fair if I fed you... and it would be cruel to deprive you of a balanced diet....\n\nBoth lovers kiss again, before Lucy asks, “Sarah.... what are you going to do with me?”\n\nSarah grins, “Well, my pet, first, I’m gonna make sure you call me mistress Sarah from now on...”\n\nLucy blushes, “Yes mistress Sarah..”\n\n“Good girl... and as for what I’m going to do with you.... I will do whatever I want... After all, that’s what your fantasy journal said you wanted...”\n\nLucy scolded herself... Of course! That’s how Sarah knew....\n\n“Do you understand slave?”\n\n“Y-yes mistress Sarah... Do whatever you want with me... I belong to you..”\n\n“Good girl...”\n\nSarah couldn’t believe how perfectly this had worked out. She decides to move on to the final event of the evening\n\nLucy feels Sarah strap something to her, before something else is inserted inside her well fucked pussy.....\n\nAs Lucy hears her mistress flip a switch, she understands what she’s in for...\n\nLucy tries to protest, she knows this fantasy well, and knows just how exhausting it will be on her... But only desperate moans escape her lips as the vibrator does it’s work...\n\nSarah smiles as she kisses her slave on the forehead, before whispering, “Goodnight my pet.... I’ll be sure to check up on you in a couple of hours...”\n\nLucy moans with pure spine tingling pleasure as Sarah leaves the room and locks the door...\n\n\nIt has been hours now. Sarah slowly unlocks the door and peeks in...\n\nEverything is silent, except for Lucy’s soft breathing, and the hum of the vibrator...\n\nSarah walks over to Lucy, and smiles. A large damp spot on the bed shows evidence of her many orgasms, and Sarah could do nothing but blush at how cute her girlfriend looked, exhausted from cumming over and over again...\n\nSarah releases Lucy from her bonds, removing the vibrator and blindfold, before moving her over to a smaller bed nearby...\n\nAs she tucks her sleeping girlfriend in, Sarah whispers something sweetly in her ear...\n\n“Happy Valentine’s Day Lu...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] The paladin catches the rogue comitting petty thievery again, and decides to spank her as punishment. He didn't expect it to turn her on (but really should have).
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"content": "“by the Gods Jess. Can you not steal from every stall we visit.” I asked our small Tiefling Rogue. The group getting tired of her shenanigans and my job as a paladin is to punish sinners. \n \n\n“make me you big dragon wannabe” she said back in defiance. Sticking her tongue out. Her brown eyes fixed on me hoping I wouldn't follow through with it. \n \n\n“i will. You've done it one too many times little Missy.” I said cracking my knuckles as I picked her. An easy feat when your 2 feet taller and kinda buff. Taking a seat on a nearby chair in our inn room I lay her face down over my lap. \n\nEarning a whined response from the little rogue. “jeez. Your a meanie. Treating me like a kid.” \n\nignoring it I gently stroked her clothed ass before giving it a good spank that resonated around the room. Earning a groan from the tiny woman on my lap. Her size the only kid like thing about her. So I don't feel guilty at all. \n\nContinuing to spank her earning moans and groans with every spank seemed to have no effect as she was unapologetic her pointy tail swaying all over the place. Taking more drastic measures I flip her short skirt and move to take down her panties. But they were wet, was she getting horny from having her ass slapped?\n\n“jeez. You,ve ruined my panties you brute. Now you have no option but to follow through and satisfy me” she groaned as she escaped from my lap. Bending over the bed as she lowered her panties. Using her hands to spread her cheeks. Showing a perfectly tight pucker and puffy lips of her pussy, “you caused this. Now fix it you fucking lizard shit.” \n \n\ngrowling at her insults I stood up taking my robe off. Revealing my large well built body as I prepared myself to fuck her senseless. \n \n\nTaking no time at all I just rammed it into her tight snatch in one swift movement. Earning a loud moan from the slutty demon girl below me. \n\n“take your punishment. If you promise not to steal again ill make you cum your brains out you little whore.” I spoke. Totally unlike me, but it came so naturally. Must be the demons influence. \n \n\nGrabbing onto her handlebar like horns I pulled her back so she was all the way down to the base. Stretching her tiny body a little with my relatively massive 8 inch cock. \n \n\n“y..yes, I promise!” she yelped as she hit her limits. Just wanting to get fucked silly. With that response I started to thrust into her. My dick stretching her out with every movement and twitch. Earning copious amounts of lewd moans from the little demon. Her tongue out her mouth and eyes rolling. \n \n\nWith every passing minute her moans were getting more panted as well as my own. Nearing both our orgasms. Within 10 minutes of starting fucking her tight succubi hole I started spewing rope after rope of hot sticky dragon cum into her pussy as deep as I could.. causing her to moan out and cum her brains out. \n \n\n“YESSSSSH. I’M CUMMING!” she squealed in ecstasy as her pussy clamped down and twitched. Releasing the sticky love nectar from her pussy. \n \n\nAfter we both let our orgasms die off I pulled out of her limp body, picking her up I layed on the bed putting her beside me as she was fuzzy headed babbling a little. \n \n\n“f..fuck. I..i may just steal again for that cock” she weakly said looking up to me. Her tail swaying as my cum leaked onto her thighs and the simple hay and animal fur bed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Too much "dirty talk" scenes. Why not one where the people talk to each other in reassuring, positive tones?
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"content": "(I hope I delivered what you were looking for Mr. Llama)\n\nEric was never the most successful person when person when it came to relationships. He had a few flings but nothing serious until he got into college. There he met Haley. Surprisingly Haley, a very cute blonde with bright green eyes and freckles, pursued the admittedly shy Eric. Eric never fancied himself a looker but he seemed to have her full attention. \n\nInitially skeptical he took her up and the date offer and things grew from there. Now a year into their relationship, they sit in his bed in his apartment both clad only in their underwear. \n\n“Right here and just like this.”\n\nHaley said with a smile as she guided Eric’s nervous hand to her hip and moved it up and down until he started to do it on his own. She kissed him which was about as he ever got before now. His hand moved higher and has his hand touched the smallest bit of the lace on her bra he slid his hand away. \n\n“You don’t to be have so shy baby. You can touch me like that.”\n\nShe said gently guiding his hand to her breast. She smiled as his hand started to rub her breast. They made out again as her hand gently rubbed his chest. \n\n“Oh almost forgot. “\n\nShe smiled, gently backing away from his embrace. She digs her through her purse and produces a condom. \n\n“Safety first.”\n\nShe scoots back up to him and hands him the condom. He stares at it and turns it in hand.\n\n“I-I don’t think I’m ready Haley...”\n\nHe blushed. She kissed him and gently took the condom back. \n\n“Ok honey. We can wait.”\n\n“S-sorry.”\n\n“Don’t be. I’m happy to just spend the night with you and truth be told I don’t think I was fully ready my first time either. “\n\nShe smiled putting her arms around his waist and laying her head against his chest. \n\n“Why don’t we order a pizza, out on a movie and just snuggle.”\n\nEric smiled.\n\n“What if I’m not ready for that either. “\n\nHaley giggled a little. \n\n“I just to want spend the night with you Eric, just us. “\n\nHe rubbed her back and lowered his head to her shoulder and whispered.\n\n“I don’t deserve you. “\n\n“I know.” \n\nThey both laughed and broke the embrace to get under the covers. She snuggled close, laying her head on his chest again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The slime creatures are slow and nearly immobile in their own, which is why they prefer controlling humans and elf’s like puppets. They fight back, but how can they even try and attempt when they’re too busy being sexually teased to their peak before cumming their brains out.
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"content": "\"Heleen! He-leeeeeeeeen!\" Airyu cried out into the darkened sky in desperation.\n\nA hand rested on her shoulder. \"Airyu, we're not gonna find her, it's too late right now. We should rest and search for her tomorrow.\"\n\nShe brushed off the hand of her fellow adventurer. \"It isn't! We can search for her, Belizia. Nadyain, cast a beacon spell, she'll see us and know we are here.\"\n\nNadyain groaned. \"For the fifteenth time, I can't! I am exhausted! And matter of fact, so are you. Your legs are wobbly, don't deny it! Let us rest, please!\"\n\nBelizia now looked face to face to Airyu. \"We all want to find her, but you let your mind cloud your decisionmaking. If she's free, she'll find us best if we stay still, and if she isn't, then whatever got her is too big a threat for us right now. We need to be prepared!\"\n\n\"Easy for you to say! You hated Heleen ever since she joined us! Just because she's a human!\" Airyu replied.\n\n\"...I just pretend you didn't say that. Clearly, you are two hundred years to young to come with us, but right now, you need some sleep. We will look tomorrow, end of discussion!\" And with that, she turned away, not even dignifying her seemingly former friend with accepting a response.\n\n***\n\nIt was an uneasy sleep Airyu had, tossing and turning about as nightmares of death, decapitation or worse horrors enveloped her mind.\n\nShe bursted awake, and it was dark, if not accounting for the jar of fireflies that barely lit up the tent. The fire must have gone out.\n\nAiryu raised upright, her body drenched in sweat. There was no sleep if she was alone. Half-certain to wander away from the camp at night to search alone, she moved aside the blanket as she heard the leaves and wood crack, and then again. Footsteps.\n\nAiryu unsheathed her blade, worried, scared. It could be Belizie or Nadyain, no need to go murder-happy. But best be prepared, she told herself as the staggering figure got closer and closer to her tent, alight alone thanks to the fireflies.\n\nThe tent was ripped open, and in shock at the sight, Airyu dropped her blade. It was Heleen, certainly. The pale skin, the auburn hair, braided as always. She looked exhausted and sluggish, but it was her.\n\n\"Airyu...\" She called out weakly. \"I am sorry...\"\n\nAiryu mustered little defense at the sudden, quick movement of Heleen. She was pinned against the ground, her arms held against her body by someone she had considered more than a friend. Her face looked for anything, any explanation whatsoever. But she only found regret, interlaced with a perversion in the humans face that felt not wrong from Belizia's tales of cruel humans.\n\n\"Why...\" She cried out.\n\n\"I'm week. Ever since it touched me, it teased me, caressed me. I came again and again, and it wanted more, it needed more. It wanted to spread... I can't leave you alone, Airyu... I can't... Please, just let it happen.\"\n\nAiryu took a glance beneath the by now stripped-down clothes of hers, and saw the black goo of a slime on her assailant's body. Then, as her mind took two and two together, her body went on autopilot. A headbutt against the pretty face of the girl loosened her grip, and a simple hook across the jaw rendered the girl nigh-unconcious. A rope was quickly procured from her bag, which she used to tie down the dazed Heleen. \n\n\"Rest easy, Heleen. Tomorrow, it's all gonna be a bad dre-Eeeahm!?\" A strange tingle coarsed across the leg of hers, making her stumble to the ground.\n\n\"Ah, hah.. it begins... It - fuck - rewards me because I did as it wanted... Oh lords...\"\n\nAiryu looked in pure fright at the spreading black goo, the tingling now growing to a ceaseless rubbing, kneading as her arms clawed at the slime helplessly. \"How could you, Heleen... We'd -hnngh- have found you, could have helped youuu...\"\n\nHeleen winced in forced pleasure. \"Ta-aaake it out on me! Hate me, punish m- oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna... Gaaaaah! ...I don't deserve better, Airyu...\"\n\nThe slime spread everywhere around Airyu now, her fingers feeling heavy, her legs quivering at the assault between her nether lips, and her mind prodding at the strangest of thougts. \"You... you fucking betrayed meEEEE! I loved you, Heleen!\" She slowly stumbled upwards, her body practically oozing with the black liquid on her. \"And you'd, you'd doOooooh! Such a thing to me? For pleasure?\"\n\nHeleen was by now past the afterglow from her latest orgasm, the tingling doing little to cease the worrying as she saw Airyu towering before her, the mass of goo at her crotch squirming, forming, becoming quite phallic. A look of worry filled her.\n\n\"You love your goo, don't you, hmm? Drown in it, you bitch! Hnnn-Gh!\"\n\nAiryu froze, stopping to shove as much of the goo within the girl beneath her, as her pussy, before teasing and prodding, and just barely holding off, pulsed, the good within her wriggling to tease as many of her own erogenous zones as she could, all with a single thrust.\n\nShe now pistoned with abandon, caring little for the cries of pleasure from the girl beneath her. In and out, in and out as her nerves went full tilt on the pleasure. Bodily autonomy was history for her, as her eyes wept tears of joy, her legs buckled beneath her thrusting, her hands gripped tightly on the goo-soaked hair strands of Heleen.\n\nSuddenly, without even being aware of doing it, Airyu dropped to the ground, scrambling to turn her face down. She knelt down and pushed herself atop her captive's loin, grinding the goo deeper and deeper.\n\n\"Ah! Something's -My stars- Something's happeniiiiiing! Aaaah!\"\n\nAs a single blob of rubber-like slime escaped into her folds, Heleen became fully aware of the slime's deed. \"Its laying! Oh my fucking gaaawd! You are laying it's eggs inside me! You are- Yaaaaaaaahhh!\"\n\nBy now, the words of the two became noncoherend squeals, the laying elf atop drooling on the tied-up girl, twitching uncontrollably as egg after egg was followed by a full-body orgasm on her part...\n\n***\n\nThe tent was filled with the black slime, and Airyu climbed out of the tent. Her mind was by now set clear of doubt or any ill logic. It was obvious: Heleen had become enthralled by the slime, and had gotten to her unprepared. She became controlled by the slime, and laid it's eggs within her. This all happened because they didn't keep on searching. And whose fault was that... It was obvious.\n\nA devious, naugthy smirk ran across Airyu's face, as she shook off the rest of Nadyain's gruel off of her legs. \"Oh, Beliziaaaa... You won't believe what I found last niiight!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sometimes it feels like you're the only one in the wasteland who remembers what romance is.
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"content": "The woods were quiet at this time in the morning, before the sun bled through the haze. What little wildlife remained knew better than to make themselves known. *They're survivors*, thought Carter. As he looked up through the canopy, he tried to remember the last time he heard a bird call: seagulls, resting on a broken pier...a day at the beach with his mother, when he was still a naive little child. Everything there seemed to look so clear, almost super-saturated in color. Everything except his mother, who had started to show symptoms of the Greys.\n\n\"You okay, elder?\" Pishwan asked from behind. The young woman tapped on his shoulder and startled him. \"What is it?\"\n\n\"It's nothing, just a thought.\" Carter ran his fingers through his silver streaked hair and replaced his cap. \"We're getting closer to the factory now, just past that clearing.\" He gripped the wheelbarrow handles and pushed onward.\n\nThey reached the edge of the forest, which gave way to a wide stretch of broken pavement. Hearty, inedible weeds grew tall in the cracks and rusted out cars. A complex of brick buildings stood across the field. Pishwan jumped ahead with her machete to clear a path to it, while Carter followed behind. It had only been a week since they last came here, but the weeds had already grown over their trail.\n\nPishwan sheathed her machete and opened the gate at the wall. The sealed bearings in the hinges ensured a smooth operation, and Carter thought about taking them after they gut the place. Inside the complex, they made their way to Building G, where they had left off before. Carter fished out his lockpicks and worked on the windowless door, while Pishwan watched in awe.\n\n\"When will you teach me how to open doors, Carter?\"\n\n\"When you become a ranger,\" he said, twisting and scraping the lock. \"You still have your other studies.\"\n\n\"Yoori and I are the same and *she* gets to open doors,\" Pishwan said, frowning.\n\nCarter thought about that night, ages ago, when they found the young women, chained to the slaver's wall. Yoori must have been six or seven months pregnant, and Pishwan asleep with a child suckling on each breast. They found the ledger and even in those dark times, they found the slaver's abundance of trade sickening. \n\n\"Yoori has earned the right, and you know that,\" he said. Carter pulled the door handle and it opened inside. \n\n\"What is this place?\" Pishwan asked. She looked at the high windows, devoid of glass, and the dusty tables and machinery. As her eyes adjusted to the interior, something caught her eye and she walked to the far wall. Carter dropped the wheelbarrow and followed her.\n\nCarter picked up a glass paperweight from the display shelf, then noticed the rolling tables, the blowing rods, and the furnace in the corner. \"Have you ever heard of glass blowing? I suppose not.\"\n\nPishwan shook her head and turned a small, brilliantly spotted vase in her hand. \"What's glass?\"\n\n\"You're holding something made of it. It's clear, but delicate and brittle, which is why there's so little left of it in the world. Many years ago, we used it to make windows and art.\"\n\n\"But a window is just a hole. Why would you want to make a hole weak?\" She let the vase fall to the ground and as it shattered, the noise echoed in the space.\n\nCarter thought of an old dirty joke but didn't share it. \"Careful, Pishwan. The pieces are sharp. You cannot afford to be cut.\" Carter grabbed an heart-shaped prism from the shelf and walked to a beam of sunlight. \"See how the light dances?\" he asked as the light separated into its constituent colors. The finely cut facets held onto the light inside, making the piece glow. \"Here, take it. My heart.\"\n\nPishwan took it carefully, brushing his hands in the process. \"Is, is this magic? As you handed it to me, I felt a flash of warmth. My face... so hot now.\"\n\nCarter grinned. \"No magic. Only the feeling you get when something is given with no expectation of anything in return.\"\n\n\"So, a bad trade?\"\n\n\"No, Pishwan,\" he said, running his hands through her hair. \"a gift.\"\n***\nNot especially dirty, but I hope you like it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A hobbyist marine photographer skin diving in an undiscovered tropical reef has a close encounter with a group of mermaids. The diver attempts to stay hidden to photograph their playful ritual.
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"content": "Journal April 5th, 2012. \n\nI’ve found a small previously undiscovered reef off the coast of the Virgin Islands in the Caribbean. I’m amazed that no one has recorded it on any modern maps, not even satellite images have a clear depiction of it, the only mention I’ve seen of it are in ships manifests from the late 1600s. They all seem to refer to it as a sailors graveyard, a place where seamen mysteriously disappear over night when you sail through it. \n\nJournal of Jack Newgate May 12th, 2012\n\nI’ve booked a trip to the Caribbean for next month. Just think about it, I’ll be the first person in centuries to see the life there, and the first person ever to photograph it. I can’t wait.\n\nJournal May 31st, 2012\n\nMy plane leaves today. Unfortunately I can’t get to any island in the immediate vicinity so my only option is to fly to the closed point and charter a ship for a few days. I’ve negotiated a deal to rent a retired fishing boat and just sail to the reef alone. If all goes well, I should be at my destination within a week. \n\nJournal June 6th, 2012\n\nA unexpected tropical storm has delayed my departure by nearly a week. Factoring travel time in both directions, I’ll only have 2 full days time to photograph the area before I have to go back. Fortunately, the ship I’ve chartered was I damaged. However, the old fisherman that owns it warned me not to go near the reef. He told me some silly local legend about it being inhabited by sea devils, and how his grandfather had went to fish in the reef but never returned. I naturally ignored him and prepared for my departure. \n\nJournal June 8th, 2012\n\nI’ve finally arrived! The area is full of a unusually high number of shoals to be so far from a large mass of land, almost as if a island has sunk into the sea long ago. After only a day of photographing, I’ve found five species of fish that I’ve never seen before, and coral in unusual tree like shapes. I’ve even seen crustaceans the size of dogs shuttling across the area underwater. This place is clearly a ecosystem that evolved independently from the rest of the area. I can’t speak with certainty, but this could be revolution in marine biology. \n\nThough the weirdest fish I’ve seen wasn’t even from the reef, it was a strange creature I only saw from distance as it shot up from deeper water. It looked and swam like a long ,almost human sized eel in a way, but moved far faster and had what I can only assume we’re elongated pectoral fins that I almost mistook for arms. I only took a few blurry pictures of it before it disappeared into a large group of the coral trees. It looked as though it was fleeing something from deeper water and I had neglected to wear my chain mail to protect from sharks, so I thought it better to move to shallower water Incase there was a bigger fish. But, the most disturbing thing I saw was when the light caught it’s head. For a split second before it vanished, I thought I could see what looked like a very frightened, very human face. Obviously it was my imagination, but I hope I can find that eelfish tomorrow just to put my mind at ease. All the interesting parts of this reef are in shallow water and the waters are so warm this time of year. The area seems devoid of creatures like urchins or carnivorous fish so I might go for a skinny dip tomorrow. My diving teacher always cautioned against it, but It’s never bit me in the ass before. **NOTE TO SELF, REMOVE THIS BEFORE PUBLISHING!**\n\nJournal June 9th, 2012\n\nI’ve made the most monumental and earth shattering discovery in the history of marine biology. No, the history of evolution. The worst part is that no one will believe me, im not even sure I believe me, im not sure I want to believe me. Against my better judgment, I swam outta 7AM without my diving suit, carrying only my mask and camera with meinto the “forest” of coral, hoping subconsciously to find the fish I saw yesterday. And, to my good or bad fortune, I found it. After about an hour of photographing wildlife, I can across the fish from yesterday, though it hardly looked like a fish now. It had a long tail with sharklike caudal fins and a eel like dorsal fin running up the length of its spine. The tail however is where the similarities to known fish end. It’s body from the waist up was mostly humanoid, that of a human male to be specific. It’s skin was smooth and a pale blue like a dolphin. His frame, for reasons that will become relevant later I will continue to refer to him as a he, was very thin and malnourished. If he was a human, I’d imagine he would have come to around five feet eleven inches tall. \n\nHe was sleeping in the sand while I pulled out my camera, hoping to avoid waking him up. Before I could take a picture, I heard a sound that seemed like a mix of a dolphin’s matting call and a hunting horn. The male I was observing jolted awake and tried to swim away before another of the creatures tackled him. This one was different. It was longer and strongly built, with long iridescent, silvery hair that was braided into what looked like a ponytail. She had slightly more pronounced breasts that the male’s, though not so large as to majority hamper movement underwater. She grappled him and attempted to wrap her tail around his waist until another larger female grabbed her and tossed her aside before attempting the same thing the previous creature had tried. A third shorter female swam up before the other two threw her aside into the rocks. The two longer ones continued to wrestle with each other, keeping the male pinned to the sandy floor until the larger of the two had wrapped her tail around the male’s waist and bit him on the neck. He let out a sound that was somewhere between a whale of pain and ecstasy as a three inch phallic organ erupted from a vertical slit about a foot below where his navel would be. She slid it into a slit in the same location on her body before rolling around like a crocodile preforming a death roll, swinging their bodies around like two rag dolls for a little under a minute before a viscous fluid spouted from between them and they both went limp. Ince they were finished, the tallest of the creatures wrapped her tail around the male and swam back into deeper water, followed closely by another of them. \n\nI decided that I had collected enough pictures from that affair and choose not to follow them out of fear for my own safety. After all I had enough photos and video from that to rewrite human evolution as we know it so I reasoned that I didn’t need to see any more. Before I could surface, my eyes caught the sight of another of them. The smallest one of them had neglected to follow the others back, she was setting on a rock, nursing a wound and looking like she was upset, and not just because she had received a minor injury. She looked different from the other two, her hair was long and wild and her large eyes were less hungry that the one that had just ravaged the male I saw. \n\nI tried to move away slowly as to not alert her but my arm brushed across a pebble and knocked it over. I only had a second to lament my life choices before her head cocked to the side like a hungry dog and she sprung towards me and pinned me to the ground, nearly knocking the breath out of my lungs. She looked me over for a second before I heard a echoing voice through my head. “I don’ think I ‘ave seen the likes of you before.” She had the accent that was a mixture between a drunken French barmaid and a drunken Spanish singer, something that sounded like a stereotypical pirate girl. But the most curious thing was that she didn’t seem to move her lips, almost like the sound was making its way directly into my mind. “Could you be a, A HUMAN! We haven’t seen any of you bloody monkeys in decades, the last one was the queens old mate that arrived about 40 years ago.”\n\nI wondered to myself how she had heard of humans, to which she answered. “We first met your kind when you would sail around on those big wooden thingamabobs all the time. We roped so many of ya in that it messed with our own language.” \n\nI looked on in bewilderment for a second. “Could she really be reading my mind?” I thought.\n\n“Now yah katchin on!” She replied. “It’s something we can do that you all forgot how too a long time ago. Now that I’ve answored ya questions, tell me, is it true what they say about human men?” She said as she reached down between us and grabbed at my exposed manhood. “Wow. Your soft and still longer than any man I’ve seen!” She said with a all to happy inflection. “My sisters took that escaped man, but it looks like I’ve bagged the real prize.” She smiled before wrapping her tail around my legs and pulling me into a embrace. She licked at the side of my neck while she pinned me more firmly to the ground. My lungs were screaming for air now and the memory of what happened to the male was fresh in my mind. She must have realized this because she stopped licking to address me again. “Oh right, ya kant breath unda water can ya? I’ll help ya out then.” She pulled my head into a kiss, pumping air into my lungs. \n\nI was relieved, but I also noticed another change. Almost like I was injected with some kind venom. My whole body grew more sensitive, suddenly I could feel every inch of her skin pressed up against mine. My body grew stiff, all of it. Before I knew it, my cock was inside enveloped in her. \n\n#TO BE CONTINUED"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Fun with Fetish Clothes.
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"content": "(Bit of a short one)\n\nErin was beet red as she paid for the item. Even if the woman behind the register didn’t think anything of it, it still Erin feel awkward. She was by her admission a little old school and slightly prudish when it came to sex. But she wanted to try something different, something bold. She figured only her husband would see it anyway.\n\nShe pulled into her driveway and parked behind his car. She smiled as she took the item out of the bag and slipped it on. She took a quick look over at how it looked and exited her car. Erin hurried to the door, still awkward but now a little more excited. Her- husband, Mack was sorting through the mail and smiled as he heard the door. \n\n“Welcome home Erin.”\n\nShe giggled. \n\n“Good afternoon babe. You’re home earlier then usual, everything ok?”\n\nHe set the mail down and looked up at her. \n\n“Of course...is that dress new?”\n\n“No you bought it for Valentines Day remember but I was too sick to do anything.”\n\nHe nodded and walked over to her. \n\n“Well it’s perfect for the bosses birthday party. “\n\nHer stomach dropped and her cheeks burned.\n\n“The what?”\n\n*”Shit I forgot!”*\n\n She thought to herself.\n\n“I told you yesterday we were throwing my boss a surprise party for his 50th. “\n\n“Right...do you mind if um I go change?”\n\n“Change? Honey you look amazing trust me the gutsy and some of the gals won’t be able to keep their eyes off of you. “\n\nHe kissed her cheek and headed for the door. She sighed and followed him. Erin’s nerves twisted up her stomach but she figured if she just kept her legs crossed, no one would notice the brand new crotchless panties and garter set she was wearing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Its said the most sensitive skin on the body is your lips, this is definitely true for her, not just her lips but her entire mouth is so sensitve it might as well be a second pussy. While this makes eating in public a hassle, her condition has it's... benefits
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"content": " I looked around the Olive Garden dining area, to see if anyone was staring. Nobody seemed to be zeroed in on us, not yet anyway. I looked over at my wife sitting across from me in the booth and we both just sort of exchanged a nervous smile. It wasn’t too often we dared go out to a restaurant like this, but she had been craving Olive Garden salad and breadsticks for a quite a while now. \n\nMy wife had just gotten through eating her salad, and so far she looked fairly normal aside from being a bit flushed in the face and breathing a bit heavy. I leaned in and whispered “Are you OK hun?”\n\nShe quickly nodded and said “Mmm-Hmmm”, but they tone of her Mmm-Hmmm and the way she bit her lower lip as she made it told me she was getting affected by her meal more than she cared to admit.\n\nMy wife has a condition, one so rare they don’t really have a name for it. Her medical chart just says “Oral Hypersensitivity”, but it goes beyond that. For some reason, her brain ended up mis-wiring the nerve endings in her mouth as sexual nerve endings. Her tongue is pretty much a clitoris, and her lips practically a vagina. The roof of her mouth seems to be a G-spot. It makes things interesting, to say the least.\n\nWhen she told me about it when we first started dating I thought she was making it up. When she had an orgasm the first time I French kissed her, I thought she was faking. But before long I accepted it was no joke, my wife’s mouth was pretty much a second pussy.\n\nWell, to be even more accurate, my wife’s mouth was her PRIMARY pussy, the one between her legs acted more like a secondary sex organ. Her mouth of course gets way more consistent stimulation from eating, drinking, and even talking. So, I guess in a way it makes sense she’s learned to focus more on her mouth over her vagina. I swear sometimes she legitimately forgets she has an actual vagina. When I ask for sex she just instinctively starts sucking my dick. I have to tell her “No, I mean like regular intercourse” and she’ll just go “Oh” before awkwardly taking her clothes off.\n\nThe obvious downside to this of course is that having her mouth be her sex organ makes eating way more stimulating than it should be. She can control how much she displays her sexual pleasure most of the time, but if she’s particularly horny or if a meal is particularly delicious, she has pretty obvious orgasms. If I hear one more person say “I’ll have what she’s having”, I’m going to punch them in the face.\n\nAs my wife started eating her breadsticks, I could tell she was climbing up that ramp of pleasure from them. She exhaled a few times with a fairly clear “Mmmm” that sounded more like sexual bliss than culinary appreciation. It was about this time I first noticed someone paying attention to my wife, an elderly woman in the booth behind us. She just sort of turned around and gave my wife a look with a raised eyebrow.\n\nAs my wife finished the breadstick, she had a little orgasm, and convulsed a bit in her seat. By this time, a few more patrons had picked up on my wife’s over-enthusiastic eating. I just sort of tried to look at the wall as we ate our actual meals. My wife was barely in control at this point, moaning and writhing with each bite. I half expected the staff to throw us out, but everyone who saw it was more confused than anything.\n\nWe ended up leaving the Olive Garden with my wife looking like she had just been thoroughly fucked. Because for all intents and purposes, she had just been thoroughly fucked.\n\nWhen we got home I asked if I could have sex to balance things out. She said “No, I’m too worn out have sex. But, you can stick your dick in my vagina if you want.”\n\nI didn’t even try to correct her. I just let her pull off her pants and panties and lie down on the bed with her legs spread. As I went about doing my thing, I just sort of had to laugh to myself about how weird the world can be sometimes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Harry Prompter
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"content": "**Harry Potter and the Black Operation**\n\nFreshly added to the ranks of the Aurors, Harry's first assigned mission is to infiltrate the remnants of the Death Eaters and ensure that the organisation collapses completely after Voldemort's passing, rather than reforming around a new evil leader.\n\nThe most effective approach involves him donning a disguise and seducing an identified 'vulnerable' low-ranking member of the Death Eaters so that he has a foot in the door.\n\nPerhaps aided by magical sexual enhancements purchased from the adult wing of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes... ;)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The father had a long-standing rival at his work company and recently managed to get a win over him in getting a big work contract. The work rival responded back by inviting his precious daughter to the office party, hellbent on seducing her into his newest fuck-toy.
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"content": "\"Congratulations on the contract, Paul!\" Mirinda said, clinking her glass of champagne with his own. \"I don't mean to prod, but how much did you get anyways? You must have made a small fortune for yourself from the rumors I got.\"\n\n\"Ah, it's not that crazy of an amount. We are all big earners here, getting into the nitty gritty how many cents more I have would be prudish, don't you think?\" He replied. \n\"*You wouldn't believe it anyways, little Mirinda...*\" Paul thought to himself. \"*I could buy you for life with the provision I got, forever an escort for me. And that doesn't even include the optimization fee I slapped on the bill and pocketed for myself...*\"\n\n\"Oh well, it is nice to see you and Audrey will be well off for a while. It's a nice development ever since your Clara... But nevermind that! We're here to celebrate your success.\"\n\n\"And I'll drink to that, Mirinda!\" After the words left his mouth, the pearly sensation and the ecstatic taste of the wine filled it. A singular gulp, gone in an instant. \"Though... I have been looking, you know? Nothing steady yet, I couldn't do that to Audrey, but... It's been a few lonely nights in bed.\"\n\nMirinda smirked. \"Well, is that so...\"\n\n***\n\nAudrey didn't like wine that much. Yes, legally, she could drink it, but no, she didn't want to. And since the party was from her dad, for her dad, and planned with the stuck up fancy people from work, they of course had nothing else than the overpriced drinks, or the overly cheap water atop the water cooler, refilled one huge bottle at a time, with settings either hot enough to melt the plastic bottle she carried about, or cool enough to hurt her teeth.\n\nThus, she mulled about in the office kitchen, gazing sourly through the window revealing the skyline. She didn't want to be here, but Dad asked her to. He hadn't spent time with her in a while, and since he was coming here anyways, why not bring her along.\n\nYes, it had been a while since he spent time with her. He worked overtime every night, whenever she tried to spend time with him, he was too tired, to unwilling, or just rude. Excuses babbled out of that adults mouth like dribbling spit out of a toddler. \n*Your mother's death hangs heavy on me, dear.* \n*I want to build up some savings so we can go to holiday, just the two of us.* \n*I wanted to come home earlier, but my boss asked of me to stay a bit longer.*\n\nA hand, snuck upon her, touched her shoulder, and surprised, she jerked about. A friendly, if adult face greeted her with a smile and a hand, begging to be shaked.\n\n\"Hey, you must be Audrey. My name is Vincent!\" He said, his winkled face making him look almost as old as her father.\n\nShe shook his hand hesitanty. \"Hello, Vincent... How do you know my name?\"\n\n\"Oh, your dad talks about you all day here at work. You're really making him proud, you know? I think I haven't seen a single moment where he hasn't decided something based on whether it is good for you.\" The man said.\n\n\"Hrmph. I find that hard to believe.\" Audrey replied. \"I'm barely a presence at his own party, let alone his home.\"\n\nThe man displayed, maybe feigned surprise. \"Oh, well that's on me for assuming, I guess. Well, maybe I should sprinkle in a word or two to your dad that he's got to be home a bit earlier than he is nowadays. Oh, I'll see what I can do. Anyways, you're not that thirsty? I think I didn't see you grab a glass yet.\"\n\n\"How long have you been looking?\" Audrey asked aloud. \"Anyways, champagne isn't really my thing, and the water's too cool. I'd love a drink, but there is not that much of a selection, really.\"\n\n\"Hmm...\" The man put his hand on the chin, thinking. \"I know! There's a vending machine on the 7th floor that got drinks. If we're quick, we can be there and back before anyone's looking. I'll pay it, even!\"\n\nAudrey laughed at the stranger, who seemed to bend over backwards to make her like him. It was cute, and a bit adorable, even. \"I can go alone. No need to upset my dad more than needed.\"\n\n\"Well, the doors are locked with key cards, so I think you'd at least take mine with you... But security is a bit too nosy, nowadays. If they find you with my keycard, they'll go and detain you for a while...\"\n\n\"So... I guess you'll have to come along. Thanks for the offer.\"\n\n***\n\nPaul zipped up his trousers and exited the woman's stall somewhat discreetly. He couldn't help but smile in satisfaction as he recuperated himself using another glass of champagne. \"*That was refreshing...*\"\n\n\"Oh, Paul! There's that breadwinner of ours!\" Harris said, ushering him over. \"As a manager, it isn't easy to keep those higher up entertained and happy. But if everyone here was as profitable to us as Paul here was, well, I didn't have to work a single day at this place.\" The hearty laugh of Harris, normally inspiring merryness and optimism into his colleagues, had started to wear on Paul.\n\n\"Nice to meet you too, ladies.\" He said, a bit more slurry than he'd considered.\n\n\"Well, I see someone has taken to the wine, haha!\" Harris bellowed out in a volume that was at least twice as loud as it had to be for Paul. \"Well, you know Clarissa from accounting already, and this is my wife, Beliza, and my daughter, Jeanette.\"\n\nPaul took a long, inspective look at the women. \"*These are some interesting women Harris dragged here... Clarissa's dyed her hair, but even with that red streak her black hair looks amazing, not to mention those lips...* Beliza, your skin is unbelievably toned, not to mention those giant bazongas. What site did Harris buy you off from, anyways? *Oh, and compared to her, Jeanette is a tiny flower. Oh, who am I kidding. A few glasses more and I'd tap that ass...*\"\n\nPaul smiled dimly as a look of shock and embarassment filled each and every face from the group, everyone except for Paul. \"You said you didn't tell anyone!\" Beliza muttered, a sentence quickly met with a panicked: \"I didn't! I don't know how he knows!\" \nAll the while, Jeanette rested face in her hands, groaning nigh-inaudibly at the embarassment, deciding to go the path of forgetfulness, downing a glass of the champagne herself.\n\n\"*Whoops... Said that one out loud...*\"\n\n***\n\n\"So, dad's making life troublesome for you, hmm?\" Vincent asked. They were waiting for the elevator to head down, and while the mirrored wall was giving Audrey a nice look at the friendly man she talked to, exposing his physical flaws to her, she couldn't actually point at that many right now. He listened, he cared, and that was alright in her book.\n\n\"Ugh, like you wouldn't believe. Rival this, rival that. Then, when mom died, he pretended to care... up to the point when that rival of his got the \"customer care\" bonus of the year. How petty can you be?\"\n\nVincent, being said rival in the first place, tried to play over it. \"Yeah, I hear you. I can imagine that life like that must be the worst...\"\n\n\"And the worst part is, it doesn't stop. My dad's illogically fixated on this crap!\" Audrey slammed her fist against the elevator, and the glass mirror almost cracked under the pressure, as the shockwave of the strike reverberated in the suspended elevator again and again.\n\n\"Whoa...\"\n\n\"He's got a deal worth millions, fucking millions. I checked! And if tomorrow that rival of his gets a birthday cake, he'd think he lost the lead. Haah... haah...\" \nAudrey's veins were pumping, she was in the mood to rip out throats. \"Fucking damn it, how slow can this elevator go?\"\n\nSuddenly, she was enveloped in a hug. A friendly one, like those she had with classmates on that tearful day.\n\n\"Audrey...\" The man said, with a warmth she had been missing in quite a long while. \"I won't pretend that I know answers to your problems. I just know that you're too good to be dragged down by your father like this. If there's a moment where, just like now, it feels like it's all too much, just get into contact with me, alright? I'll talk some sense into your father. And if he doesn't listen? I got a guest room ready to go at any moment.\"\n\nAudrey didn't say a word. She held him close, not replying, not lashing out, not crying. The door opened, seventh floor. She didn't let go.\n\n\"Uhm... We should get off.\"\n\nA tear escaped her face now. \"Yeah.\"\n\n***"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two people with feelings for each other that they're nervous to talk about go on a date, hold hands, and end up doing other really cute, sweet vanilla things. This somehow leads to them having sex in a shower.
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"content": "**First Date**\n------------------------\n\nThe fall leaves were cascading in the quiet park by the river as Jun nervously struggled to get out the words trapped in his throat. It had been years since they known each other but the past few months in college had a strange tension to them. Not a scary tension, but one that made their hearts hammer and faces burn with embarrassment whenever anyone asked if they were a couple. \n\nAs the leaves fell and Jun composed himself, he knew what he had to do. With a soft movement, Jun placed both his hands on Fiona's hand and he turned to her, words spilling from his mouth like a cup of spilt tea.\n\n\"So, uh, I...well, we've known each other for, like, a long time and I need to tell you this,\" Jun could feel his face burning as he uttered the rest of his sentence.\n\n\"I like you. Not just as a friend but, um, I really really really really *really* like you and I wanted to know if–\" \n\n\"Yes.\" In an instant, time slowed down as Jun's heart skipped a beat, his eyes locked onto Fiona's green eyes. Even the falling leaves seemed frozen as everything blurred around Fiona's face and he felt the heat of her hand in his melting his heart.\n\n\"Y-yes to what?\" Jun blushed as he stammered out his nervous response.\n\n\"Yes, I...I want to be more than friends with you,\" Fiona exclaimed shakily. \n\nThe two blushed as they looked down in silence awkwardly before Fiona asked, \"What happens now?\"\n\n\"I guess...we're dating then? So, want to go on a date with me?\" Jun looked longingly into Fiona's eyes, his heart begging for a response.\n\n\"Yeah. Let's do that. Let's do a date thingy. Right, um, so... what do you want to do?\" Fiona sputtered the words awkwardly, unsure of where things would lead. Through all of high school, she had never been on a date and she never thought Jun would like her back.\n\n\"Hmmm...a date is just a hangout with more physical contact, right? So I guess we can just hangout and... hold hands or something?\" In the silence, the two sat on the bench before Jun asked one more question:\n\n\"Want to get ice cream before the stand closes?\"\n\n~~-------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\nThe river flowed peacefully while the new couple held hands and walked along the riverside. The coolness of the ice cream did nothing to hide the burning passion on their blushing faces, embarrassed at the possibility of a nonexistent audience watching them in the park.\n\n*Why's it have to be so awkward when it never felt like this when we were just friends?* \n\nJun had to break the silence; he needed to get over the awkwardness, after all, a girlfriend was still a friend, right?\n\n\"This is nice ice cream,\" Jun whispered to Fiona.\n\n\"Well, duh. It's not like we haven't been there before.\"\n\n\"It's still not sweet as you are though,\" Jun said quietly, causing Fiona's face to burn again.\n\n\"No need to state the obvious,\" Fiona laughed nervously, trying to hide her embarrassment.\n\n\"You know, you're actually even cuter when you're embarrassed...\"\n\n\"And whose fault is that?\" Fiona responded, her hand grasping Jun's hand even tighter.\n\n\"Guilty as charged. What's my punishment?\" \n\n\"Guess you'll have to watch the sunset with me and walk me back to my apartment, for a start,\" Fiona pouted.\n\nAs the two finished their ice cream cones, the sounds of the river serenaded them to a red-violet sunset while Fiona leaned her head into the crook of June neck.\n\n\"You seemed to drop a bit of ice cream on your neck,\" Jun said as he looked at Fiona.\n\n\"Where?\" Fiona looked quizzically into Jun's eyes, confused.\n\n\"There,\" Jun said as he kissed the side of Fiona's neck and sucked on her skin a little bit, eliciting an embarrassed yelp.\n\n\"You meanie,\" Fiona pouted, \"there was no ice cream, was there?\"\n\n\"Caught me again. So what are you going to do about it?\" Jun was teasing, happy to have finally gotten over the initial awkwardness.\n\n\"Now...I get to do it to you!\" Fiona giggled as she kissed Jun's neck.\n\nAfter a little while longer, the sun had set and it was time to return to the apartment.\n\n~~-------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\n\"Awh, it felt like today wasn't long enough,\" Fiona whispered.\n\n\"Who said it had to end? I could stick around for coffee and a movie? It's the weekend after all...\" Jun said as he stood outside the apartments, Fiona's hands in his.\n\n\"Hmm... yeah, I guess. My roommates are out partying tonight anyways.\" \n\nWithin minutes, a movie was on and coffee was brewing but none of it mattered to the couple making out on the couch.\n\nThe initial kiss was awkward at first; they had never kissed anyone before, after all. After a few more tries though, Jun had gotten the hang of it and Fiona wanted nothing more than his heat in that moment.\n\nTheir hands held each other close as their tongues pushed against each other, their hearts like animals about to leap from their chests with happiness. \n\nTheir bodies were intertwined on the couch as their mouths suckled passionately in the heated apartment. \n\nIt wasn't long before their make-out session left them drenched in sweat.\n\n\"Man, your apartment's so hot even though it's not even winter yet,\" Jun said as he held Fiona's face for another kiss.\n\n\"Blame it on my roommate who always leaves it on 84. Not that I had time to change it with you here,\" Fiona said as she pecked his lips. \n\n\"Well, if we're such a sweaty mess, we should do something about it, shouldn't we?\" Jun uttered in Fiona's ear.\n\n\"And what are you suggesting?\" \n\n\"How about a shower?\" \n\nFiona blushed before responding, \"What, you're going to suggest we shower together to save water?\"\n\n\"You said it, not me,\" Jun said with a sly grin.\n\n\"Not very original, are you?\"\n\n\"I mean, it'd be multitasking if we did what we're doing now while showering because we wouldn't get so sweaty...\"\n\nThat was all it took for Fiona to take him by the hand to the bathroom. Steam filled the shower as the couple went through with their even-steamier activities. Jun thrust into Fiona against the shower wall as they made out, salty kisses in the running shower water. It was heaven. \n\nNot that it lasted long. It only took Jun three minutes before he had to pull out, splattering Fiona's thighs with pearly white drops that washed off with the running shower. \n\nIt was not over though. After a half hour of kneeling and licking, Fiona shook with orgasms before the two slipped, falling into a chuckling pile of naked flesh and laid in a wet pile in the shower tub, exhausted as the shower water ran.\n\nIt was the perfect end to a first date."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Welcome to the Correctional School for Disobedient Pets! Don’t worry if they resist your orders, we’ll break them down eventually.
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"content": "> Content: petplay, bondage, femdom, teasing, spanking\n\nI could hear the doctor talking outside my cell again. My trainer had left the door wide open again, and I could hear every humiliating thing he told my trainer right outside. \n\n“So she doesn’t have many behavioral problems, does she? So why is she here?” They were talking about me again. In frustration, I tried struggling, but I couldn’t do much. I couldn’t break free because my nipples were clamped and chained to an bolted down ring on the ground. I couldn’t complain, because I had a dildo gag shoved down my throat. \n\n“Well, her master told us that she needs more orgasm training. She’s an absolute cumslut, that’s good, but whenever she’s on the edge she gets incredibly disobedient. She just doesn’t stop trying to cum, and willingly breaks her master’s orders.” That was my trainer, Mistress Jane. She had a nice brunette ponytail and was gentle. She knew me inside out and where all my buttons were, but I didn’t always want them pressed, not when it means an hour long teasing session. \n\nThey walked in the room, Mistress Jane dressed in a black catsuit, and the Doctor dressed in a shirt and slacks, with a white doctor’s coat. Really, he wouldn’t have been out of place if it wasn’t for the naked human boy-puppy crawling on a leash by his side. He was a thin and short thing with a brown tail plug like me, and his cock in a tight metal cage. He was obedient, coming to heel by the doctor’s side when they stopped. The little metal tag on his collar said his name, Fluffles. Well, he did have an mass of fluffy black curls on his head.\n\nI whined at them. I knew what was coming next. The doctor leaned down, and rubbed my hair and my chin. I recoiled back as far as I could to the doctor’s surprise. “Oh, she also has an average reaction to head rubs,” Mistress Jane explained. “Most bizarre thing, really, there isn’t even a place on the form to put that in. Her Master told us about it, and asked us to rectify the issue.” \n\nI whined, dreading the hand again. No headrub, no! Not on the chin! “Mmph!” The Doctor took another look at my fearful face, before withdrawing. I was clueless as to where this phobia came from, all I knew was that getting head rubbed sucked! \n\nThe doctor pondered while rubbing Fluffle’s head in place of my own. The puppy had such an expression of adoration, making happy little whines as the doctor’s hand ran through his curly hair, twisting a lock here and there, massaging his scalp and running his hand through his cheek. “It’s rare for this to happen, but it just so happens that I have a training regimen set in place for pets who have problems with orgasm obedience, and head rubs. We’ll work those kinks in.” \n\nThe doctor leashed Fluffles to another ring on the wall with a quick loop. The young man could easily break loose and run out, but he kneeled there obediently, his hands in between his knees. Mistress Jane walked forward and kneeled in front of me while the Doctor walked out, leaving Mistress the only person left in the room with me. Fluffles didn’t count of course, and neither did I. The dildo stuck in my mouth started sliding out from my teeth as Mistress pulled it out, letting me stretch my jaws for a second before saying anything else.\n\n“How are you, Bitch-Muffin? Is your mouth alright, do you need a drink?”\n\nThat was a trick question. She was trying to get me to speak in human words, and I was only allowed to make dog sounds. “Arf!” \n\nShe slid over a bowl of water under me, which I eagerly lapped at. “That’s a good dog.” She hovered her hand over my hair, causing me to shake but she thankfully never put it any closer. \n\nThe Doctor returned, carrying a large pink dildo and a white vibrating wand with a bulbous head. Plugging in the wand, he stepped around me, sliding the dildo in to my pleasured moans and positioning the wand underneath my pussy, pushed up against my clit. With a leather harness, she tied it up against me. I had been denied for a whole day since I got here, and I was ready for some orgasms.\n\n“Mmmm! Aaah!” This was what I loved. A strong vibration, and a cock inside of me. The wand shook it’s way into more core, causing the dildo and my tailplug to jiggle inside of my doggy holes. I shook my butt appreciatively, causing my tailplug to wave. What was I supposed to do when I liked this? Oh yeah. “Ruff ruff ruff!” \n\nI was having a good item, shaking and barking for them like a good dog, but then it stopped! “Arf ARF!” I angrily barked. I wanted more! Give it to me! \n\nMistress Jane shook her head. “This is what we’re training Bitch-Muffin for. She has to learn how to be desperate for orgasms, but still obedient.” She walked over to Fluffles kneeling form, sliding his cage off and letting the puppy get to a full 6 inch erection. “Fluffles here is a pet who stays with us, and he knows how to be obedient.” The puppy barked in agreement. “Woof!” \n\nI didn’t care what Fluffles was able to do, I cared about what I wanted! “Arf Arf!” They seemed to get the message, turning the wand back on, but only for five seconds, at which point I was straining against my clamps in frustration. “Hnnn...” I whined. \n\n*SLAP* the Doctor spanked me across my butt, stinging me. “Be obedient now, right? You want to be a good girl.” I didn’t, I wanted to have a good orgasm more! I tried clawing at her hand behind me, trying to grab the controls, but she just spanked me again. “Grrr!”\n\nFluffles was having the time of his life while I was suffering. He had Mistress Jane, slowly stroking him off, rubbing his hair, while Doctor just gave me brief bursts of pleasure. I was jealous. I wanted to be Fluffles right now, primed to cum with his burning red cock. “Please let me cum...” I begged. \n\n*SLAP SLAP SLAP* that earned me a series of painful spanks from the doctor again. “No speaking like a human... but if you’re that desperate, we could work out a deal. Every time you hit the edge, obediently, like a good puppy slut, Ill rub your head, give you a nice petting. When I give you a hundred pets, I’ll let you cum.” \n\nI whined and shook. I wanted to cum now! I wanted to tear them apart like a wolf, fuck Fluffles, smother Mistress Jane, fuck Fluffles again! I wanted to cum! I whined, I didn’t want this, I didn’t want that torturous edge she was giving me, but I didn’t know how much fight I had left in me to resist. That edge was consuming my brain, and I wanted to go over it so bad, my pussy and ass clenching. \n\n“That’s a good girl.” The doctor rubbed my head, and I leaned back in. I wanted more! “Ruff ruff ruff!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "There are no mistakes in science only tingly, pleasurable little accidents."
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"content": "\"I knew this would happen,\" April said, shaking her head. \"You're never careful enough.\"\n\n\"I was plenty careful,\" replied Sam. \"I made sure the lab was clear, all the pipettes were clean, not a speck of dust anywhere. I just...forgot one thing.\" She chewed her gum with her head down.\n\n\"Did you initialize the field generator? The object matrix gets fuzzy when you don't.\"\n\nSam shook her head. \"Of course I did that. Do you think I'm a putz? No, the generator was working perfectly. In fact I was looking over the results array when the problem occurred.\" She fidgeted on the lab stool while April dressed her down with her eyes. \"I went to grab my pen from my coat pocket and dropped something in the generator.\"\n\n\"While it was in corporeal expansion mode?\" April asked. \"What happened?\"\n\nSam closed her eyes and focused on what to say. \"Let me just say, that on the bright side, the generator works as designed, and is sturdy as fuck. The micro-blast it emitted didn't damage any of its parts. You built a solid device.\" \n\n\"Sam, *what dropped in the matrix*?\"\n\n\"My pack of gum, a new brand I've never had before. When it fell into the field, I tried to grab it and I think my hand entered the matrix too. I think that's why the generator blast is affecting me now.\"\n\nApril's expression softened. \"Now? What's going on? We should get you to the hospital!\"\n\nSam shook her head and looked at April, then slowly uncrossed her legs. A wet stain grew from the center of her pants, moisture beading through the fabric and dripping down her legs.\n\n\"Sam, what's happening?\"\n\nSam passed over the partially de-materialized package of Gushers chewing gum and smiled. \"It's okay, April. To be honest, it feels really good.\" She ran her hand over her crotch and scooped the viscous fluid and ate it slowly, sucking every finger dry. \"I have another experiment to try, and I want your help...as an observer.\" She reached into her lab coat and produced another pack of gum: *Juicy Fruit*. \n\nApril walked over and stood between Sam's soaking wet thighs. The smell of sex filled her nose as she assessed her partner. \"I'll get my goggles.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Going to bed now, but looking to write some smut all day tomorrow to cure creative rut. Let me siphon your ideas while I sleep?
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"content": "I have two if you want to do one.\n\nAs a gracious ruler, the gods decided to reward them with a wish. They wish that every woman they touch orgasms. At first it seemed like a fun sexy wish but they're starting to see the issues.\n\nOr\n\nAn AI runs the facility, constantly putting those who reside there through test after test to create the perfect product. But this AI isn't trying to create a Portal Device. No. This machine's purpose is to create the worlds best sextoys."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she signed the waiver at the escape room, she saw they mentioned some extreme booby traps, but she didn't realize until too late that meant traps FOR HER BOOBIES.
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"content": "\"How many hangers are in the closet!\" Heather yelled from across the room. She instinctively reached to scratch the itchy spot under her breasts but stopped herself. The contraption that surrounded her chest would have made it impossible anyway, and all it took was a quick twist, a little jiggle. She knew that would set off another trap and make the itching much much worse.\n\n\"Five, Heather. There are five. Um, do you think the hangar colors and their order on the rack are important?\" Abby said. She looked at the hangers in her hands and desperately tried to remember where they were positioned.\n\nAs Heather counted five holes on the pegboard on the wall, she noticed the differently colored rings around each one. \"Yeah, I think color and order are important. What are they?\"\n\nAbby turned around with the hangers in her hands. \"I'm sorry, I don't remember.\"\n\n\"F-fuck...\" Heather looked at Abby's bizarre corset made of leather, chrome, and tubes full of live spiders. She definitely had it worse. \n\n*YOU HAVE THIRTY MINUTES LEFT, LADIES*, the distorted voice over intoned.\n\n\"You can do this, Abby, just close your eyes and imagine the closet.\"\n\nAbby took a deep breath and began to re-arrange the hangers. Heather looked at the pattern and matched it on the pegboard. She turned a dial on the wall to submit her answer and an electronic chirp filled the room. After a few moments, Heather's nipples were remotely pinched inside her corset. She winced and fell to her knees.\n\n\"Did it work?\" Abby asked.\n\nHeather weezed, trying to catch her breath as the mechanism pinched and twisted her nipples. After a moment, they released her and she took a deep breath. \"Nope,\" she whimpered. \n\n***\nA short one, comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A group of collage students wake up inside of the board game they played when drunk, only to find a sexy twist to it.
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"content": "> Content: BDSM, Magic, board game, bisexuals (all of them) \n\nThe night had started out fun. Jessica, Jake, and Johnathan had traveled to Vanessa's house for fun before the Halloween break was set to start, eager to relax. \n\nThe drinks flowed, the snacks were crunched, and the board was set up: \"House on Haunted Hill.\"\n\nIt would have been a fun night, but for the students of the Brooklyn Magical Collage, fun didn't ever mean \"normal\". \n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nJake looked down at his card, featuring a cartoonish expression of fear that matched his own. Outstretched lips, freckles, and curly hair that seemed animated on the card. It felt strange to be looking at himself as an ink scribble on a mottled green backing that showed a numerical representation of his mental and physical capabilities. \n\nVanessa and Johnathan held up their own cards for the others to see. A girl with a red ponytail, stray strands of hair framing her determined expression and piercing eyes. A man with a nervous look and slicked back black hair with a preacher's outfit, the tight collar itching his throat. \n\nVanessa was the first to come to terms with what just happened. \"Gang, I think we just got Jumanji'd.\" \n\nThe trio looked around the foyer they were in, trapped between the locked entrance door and the imposing staircase in front of them. Their game pieces had been scattered all through the mansion when they had been playing, but now they were reunited right where they had started. \n\nExcept for Jessica. The raven haired Senior was the one who had triggered the event, and had no doubt become the traitor. And the traitor was always out to do something evil. \n\nThe three are dumbfounded, unsure of what to do, wondering what had happened to them. \"I know we go to a magic college,\" Jake starts, \"and we have all these magic items that cause weird shit, but a magic board game?\" \n\nJohnathan nods in agreement. \"I thought all those strange items we found were part of some bizarre expansion.\" He digs in his pocket, and pulls out a red ball gag. A few turns ago, he had found a card in a wardrobe in the bedroom. \n\nVanessa and Jake pulled out similar items too. A pair of handcuffs for Vanessa, and a steel butt plug for Jake. When equipped, the items would give a stat buff to their characters at a slight detriment. Needless to say, they all used them, but now they felt as though wearing their items might be too much of a pain. In the butt for Jake. \n\nAnd Jessica... she had found a leather mask, a leather dress, and a whip. \n\nVanessa looked at the other two nervously. \"I... might have put the box on top of my Necronomicon.\" \n\n\"You WHAT?\" Jake and Johnathan exclaim in unison. \n\n\"And why do you even have a Necronomicon on your bookshelf anyways?\" Jake added. \n\nVanessa looked sheepishly at the two. \"Well... I was doing a lot of studying to summon demons...\" \n\n\"You mean succubi to bang with?\" \n\n\"No! I mean, yes, but we just watched TV and that kind of thing...\" \n\nNot entirely convinced, the two boys scanned the room. At the bottom of the steps, there was a booklet, a manual. \"Isn't that the survivor's guide?\" Johnathan asked, picking it up. \"It is! Wow, it's a lot thicker than I remembered.\" \n\nThe booklet detailed the way to win the game for survivors, and the three perused the table of contents. \"Whip... gag... handcuffs... wow there's a lot of weird items in here, a cattle prod?\" \n\n\"Those aren't part of the regular game, Jake.\"\n\n\"Okay, John. Oh, there we are. Page 369. The Sadist.\" \n\nJohn flipped through the lengthy booklet, until he found the page. \n\n\"Oh, so that's how you win the Haunted Bride traitor thing,\" Vanessa said, noting the prior page. \n\n\"Stay focused, and no metagaming!\" Johnathan scolded her. He returned his eyes to page 369, reciting the spiel each entry has. \"One to make pain and take pleasure, her will impose, you cannot oppose. Struggle and search, you may find a tip. Disobey and resist, you must receive the whip.\" \n\nHe looks up, and shows them the page. \"That's all it says, usually there are instructions, but this one's just a riddle.\" \n\nConfused, Vanessa snatches the booklet out of Johnathan's hand, reading it for herself, flipping the page. \"Oh look, it says something on the other side. 'The safeword is lemon.' Do you guys think we should try that?\" \n\nEyes danced around, looking at each other. \n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"I think we're going to be fine.\"\n\n\"Be a shame to end game night early.\" \n\nResolved and resolute, the three settle their minds. \"So which way first?\" \n\n------------------------------------------------------------\n\nIn the bedroom, the three searched around, hoping for more clues. \"Jeez, was this place always this... kinky?\" Jake asked, pulling out a box of ropes, a paddle laying on the bed beside him. \n\nNobody had time to answer, as the sound of heavy bootsteps started coming down the hallway. *Thud thud thud*. Anxious, they all turned and stared, uneasy. The door swung wide open, revealing a woman dressed in a provocative dress, leaving her belly wide open, her face obscured by the leather mask. All the three knew who it was though. Jessica, or more appropriately now, Jessica. \n\n*Crack* she swung her whip, the single tail streaking through the air before deafening the room. The first to break out of their stupor was Johnathan. \n\n\"RUN!\" he screamed, dashing towards the elevator. Vanessa soon followed, but Jake was slow in clambering over the bed. \n\n\"Wait for me!\" he yelled at the duo in the elevator. Jessica was marching far faster than anyone in such heeled boots would allow. \n\n\"I'm sorry Jake, but I can't let her inside!\" Johnathan yelled back, pressing the buttons to whisk him away to another room. The last view they saw of Jake as the doors slid closed was Jessica tying him up in ropes, and lube being sprayed all over the buttplug he was carrying around. \n\n----------------------------------------------------------\n\nVanessa and Johnathan raided the laboratory, searching for anything else of use. \"Why! Why can't we find anything that's actually of use!\" Johnathan yelled in frustration, dropping another box to the ground. \n\nFleshy dildos of all sizes spilled out, dripping some weird lubricant all over the ground. Each detail on the dildos was unnervingly realistic, from their warmth, to their soft touch, to their hair. They had even started to grow hard whenever Johnathan touched one. \n\n\"You know,\" Vanessa mentioned as she pulled out a long cattle prod. \"We could probably fight back.\" She pressed a button on the handle, causing a loud spark to dance between the ends. \n\nJohnathan pondered the suggestion. \"We probably could, but I don't have a weapon.\" He looked up from the throbbing dildo he was jerking absentmindedly. \"Wait, isn't that what the riddle means? To search and struggle, so you're right! We do have to fight back!\" \n\nWith new found energy, Vanessa dashed to the next door, \"Let's go, once we find you a weapon, we'd have a fighting chance!\" She threw open the door-\n\n-and saw the masked face of Jessica looking right at her. \"Oh crap. Uhh, how are you doing, uh, Mistress?\" \n\nVanessa tried her best to jab Jessica in her exposed stomach, but a quick slash of the whip grapped the cattle prod right out of her hands. The leather adorned sadist tackled Vanessa onto the ground, smothering her with her leather clad breasts, taking the handcuffs Vanessa had and clicking them around her wrists. \n\n------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nTerrified, Johnathan hid in the kitchen. He had stuffed his ball gag into his mouth, drooling around it, the drool slipping onto his smock. He swore he had heard the sound of boots stomping outside, the yells of pain of his friends echoing through the building. \n\n*Thud thud thud*\n\nShe was approaching now, marching into the kitchen, looking for him. \"Mmph!\" he let out a stifled scream of fear. \n\nThe stomps stopped for a second. *Thud thud THUD **THUD THUD** *\n\nThe pantry he hid himself in opened up to the dim light, and the sight of two heeled boots. \"Lookie lookie,\" he heard Jessica speak for the first time since entering the haunted house in person. Her voice had a cruel edge to it, swirling with desire \"Looks like I found the last piggie piggie, whose already choking on a bright red apple for me.\" \n\n\"MMPH!\" Johnathan screamed, and was pulled out, no doubt to share in the same fate his friends had.\" \n\nThe haunted mansion seemed to swirl around him as he was lifted away by arms stronger than he had ever expected, a set of blindfolds slid over his eyes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A friendly succubus glides through the night sky, searching the city below for her next client.
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"content": "I don't write a lot so any feedback if appreciated ( FF, succubus).\n\n \n\nErin was so fucking hungry. It was 3 am, she'd already fucked three guys tonight and it had barely done anything to quell her appetite. So now she had to try and find someone horny enough to fill it. \n\nAfter flying four blocks from her last hookup she stopped at the eight floor balcony of an apartment that still had the living room lights on. \n\nInside on the couch, sat a girl dressed in an adorable rainbow printed pink shirt and matching pyjama bottoms. Her blond hair was tied back in a messy bun that helped the few freckles dotting her face stand out.\n\nShe was playing some game on the TV and outwardly looked very focused but Erin could just feel the sexually energy flowing off her.\n\nSo she did the only logical thing, she knocked on the sliding glass door. The blonde started at the noise and turned to look towards Erin. \n\nErin waved at her, putting on her best seductive smile. The blonde pushed herself up from the couch and walked over to the glass a small smile on her face.\n\n“Yes, yes, yes,” Erin though as she reached the door.\n\nThen the girls smile dropped. She gave Erin a look of absolute disdain and shut the blinds.\n\nErin jaw dropped. How could anyone so horny resist her inherent charms. She knocked again, then a second time. She kept it up for another minute until the blinds were pulled and the glass door slid open. \n\n\"No,” the blonde said in a definitive tone, her face resigned.\n\n\"But Sam!\"\n\n\"Don't but Sam me, you are not feeding on me again Erin. I have an important project I need to get done tomorrow and I need to be able to walk to do it.\"\n\nSam turned and walked back towards the couch. Since she didn't shut the door, Erin decided it meant it was okay to follow her.\n\n\"But I'm hungry,\" Erin complained as she sat down on the couch beside Sam.\n\n\"Then go out and get a guy to eat,\" Sam said.\n\n\"I want to eat here,\" Erin complained again.\n\n“There's pizza in the fridge.”\n\n“But Sam,” Erin moaned. “I want tuna.”\n\nThe disdain returned to Sam's face. \n\nErin switched tactics. She put her arms around Sam's neck, pushing her boobs against Sam's arm.\n\n\"How about I just eat you out and that's all I do.”\n\nErin watched Sam tense, the cracks in her resistance showing.\n\n“Please Sam, I know you're always so pent up, why don't you let off a little steam. I promise I’ll only take a little and You’ll still be able to work in the morning,” Erin whispered. \n\nHer hand slowly stroked Sam’s shoulder.\n\n“Fine! You can eat me out but that’s it.”\n\n“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best Sam!”\n\nBefore Sam could respond Erin had already pulled her pyjama bottoms and panties off. She dove between Sam's legs and started to go to town.\n\n…\n\nSam woke up the next day to the beeping of her third alarm. The one she had set on the off chance she ever slept past noon.\n\nShe glanced around the room. She'd managed to get to her bed at least, though the ripped shirt on the floor and the naked succubus draped on top of her did not speak well for the rest. Sam swore, not for the first time, that she would let Erin feed off her when she needed to get up in the morning.\n\nWell at least she had woken up this time, so the day could still be salvaged.\n\nSam tried to lift her legs but they felt like wet noodles and dropped back to the bed with an unceremonious thud.\n\n\"Fuck.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A new process has "accidentally" been invented which basically turns real life people into flexible dolls. One secretive company is making use of this by illegally kidnapping victims off of the street, and selling them off on underground auctions as functional, extremely life like sex dolls.
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"content": "I woke up in a dark room, on an unfamiliar bed. I found my ankles and wrists handcuffed to the four corners of this bed, and duct tape over my mouth.\n\nI tried to remember how I might have got here....I was walking home from college to my dorm at night....I felt someone touch my ass....a woman behind me saying “you’ll do just fine”.....then blackness\n\nAfter a bit of struggling, the door to this room opened up. Two women dressed up in very expensive looking outfits appeared from the bright doorway. I could hear their high heels clopping as they walked towards me.\n\n“Told you this one is cute.” one of them said.\n\n“Yeah, but they don’t pay us big money for cute.” said the other\n\n“Trust me, he’s got a big one, I checked on the ride over.” \n\n“We’ll see. Just give him the pill.”\n\nOne of them ripped off the duct tape on my mouth.\n“Please just let m-“ I tried to plead, before she shoved the pill down my throat forcefully. \n\nThey both then quickly walked out of the room, and shut the door behind them.\nAfter feeling my member stiffen in my pants, I realized that the pill must have been a Viagra.\n\nSuddenly, I heard a hissing sound coming from the ceiling. A faint mist started coming down on me.\n\nBefore I could look up and see where it was coming from, or call for help again, I found myself unable to. My neck and throat had suddenly stiffened up somehow. In fact, I could feel all my muscles and joints rapidly turning stiff and immobile.\nBefore I could even register what was happening, I could only move my eyes and make muffled screams through my closed mouth.\nBut after a while, even that liberty was taken from me,as I felt my eyes harden and my lungs unable to move. \nI don’t know how I lived despite me not being able to breathe, but it happened, and I could only scream in silence.\n\nI heard the door open, and the woman step back in, although I could no longer look up at them. \n\nI heard my pants being unzipped, and a hand rustling through my pants. \n\n“Oh yeah.”\n\n“Told you he had a nice package.”\n\nI could feel the women comparing my exposed member to their elbows. I was embarrassed and afraid, but could do nothing about my literal objectification.\n\nAfter unlocking my restraints, they hoisted me up into a standing position and quickly took off my pants and underwear.\n\n“This guy must have done some niiiiice jogging.” one of them said while grabbing my ass, spanking and poking the cheeks. \nHow cruel it was that I could feel the pain of it, yet still not react to it.\n\nThey slowly lifted my shirt up, covering my eyes to where I couldn’t even see them, but still feel them stroking my abs and back.\n\n“This guy is probably the hottest this week......so you wanna.....try him out?” \n\n“Oh yeah, yes. To make sure he’s a good product, obviously.”\n\nI felt myself fall back on my bed. I felt everything they did to me for what felt like hours."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "More! MORE!" They moaned as the spells lanced at their body. "Shut up! This is supposed to be torture!"
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"content": "> Content: Magic, Bondage, Sadism and Masochism\n\n“More! MORE!” the elder Paladin cried out. Her body was burnt by hovering flames, shocked by arcing electricity, and stabbed by spectral swords. Flames coated her outstretched arms and legs, searing her. Lightning ran between her limbs, shocking her and making her shake on the cross her wrists and ankles were tied to. Blades danced in and out, stabbing, lacerating, but not amount of magical steel left a mark that didn’t seal itself up with nothing to show fore but a quickly healing scar, and a lusty moan from the woman. For every ounce of pain, the woman seemed to have a pound of pleasure. The old gray-haired Fontagne responded to every torture the wicked lust mate had cast on her with moans of lust. Bound on a floating metal X-cross in front of the rest of her diminished order, the Paladin leader put on quiet the display. \n\nThe evil lust mage Rouge had cast her spells of torture and pain upon the leader of the Paladin order in front of the rest of her captured comrades in the hopes that it would make Fontagne break down into despair faster. The sight of all of those naked men and women should have made her break down in disgrace, but instead, she just seemed to keep asking for more! All that pain seemed to be converted into pleasure! \n\nAnd that *resistance*, it infuriated Rouge! This was meant to be her moment of triumph, when the entire order of chaste Paladins would admit defeat, but here was their leader, moaning in pleasure when she should have been screaming in pain.\n\n“Had enough yet, my dearest Paladin?” Rouge said with a sneer. She was getting sick of fueling her own magic by transposing her own pleasure into mana. Her pleasure could create force and energy, but that was supposed to create pain! Not make Fontagne cum her brains out! Rogue growled, and picked up a long, leather whip. \n\n“Ahhhh... what is it, Rouge? Finally ready to admit that your skills as a lust mage aren’t good enough to break our order of the chaste? All of your might can do nothing more than make me moan in ecstasy? Well, you’re just the most magical whore there is in the entire world! Ah ha ha ha!” \n\nFontagne’s mockery grew a round of jeers from the bound paladins. They had all been tied up and tormented for days, made to break their vows by overwhelming them with mental pleasure that made them orgasm over and over. That should have weakened them, broken their ties to their goddess that granted their strength, but ever since Rouge began the torture of Fontagne their morale had risen tenfold. Seeing their leader taking all that magical punishment while laughing and begging for more had given them strength. \n\nThat infuriated Rouge. Her blood ran hot, making her skin almost as red as her crimson hair and her crimson dress. She cracked her whip, stretched out her arm, and lashed out against Fontagne. The whip came down hard, slashing the skin off of her. \n\n“Ahhh!” Fontagne screamed, a red mark being left across her belly. Two more slashes of the whip in quick succession across her left and right tits left two more red marks and two more screams, Fontagne slouching down in her bonds. \n\nRouge wiped the sweat off her brow. Such a vigorous physical attack was unnatural for a mage like her, but she was satisfied that she had started to get through that obnoxious Paladin. Really, what kind of stuck up bitches would *want* to give up sex? That piece of meat floating right in front of her would, but soon she would break down. \n\n“Ughhh...” Fontagne weakly moaned. “I didn’t know I could cum from my tits like that... could you do that... again?”\n\nRouge’s optimistic demeanor turned to rage as she saw her efforts turn to naught. Frustrated with dealing with their hard-ass leader, she whipped a blue-eyed girl on another floating cross. The whip left it’s red mark again, but just like with Fontagne, the girl moaned in ectasy as the whip streaked across her skin.\n\n“Why do you not suffer at my hands?” Rouge demanded, sliding right below Fontagne’s downturned, smiling face. “Why do you feel pleasure when you should feel pain? You are meant to be an order of the chaste! How can you feel such pleasure?”\n\nThe elder Paladin smiled at her behind wisps of grey hair. “Because we’ve been chaste in service to our unspoiled goddess, we have complete control of our pleasure. Our fortitude, our strength, our willpower can never be beaten. None of us have ever thought about making pain into pleasure, that is, until you captured all of us and forced us into depravity with your lust magic. But now that we know, we can control ourselves, and we can fight back! As honorable paladins!” \n\nRouge steamed with rage, upset her beautiful plan was being ruined. “You aren’t honorable! You aren’t paladins anymore! You’re all just a bunch of masochists!” Clapping her hands together, Rouge welled up all of her power and desire, making her will made manifest. Lightning chained from metal chain to metal cross, arcing through the flesh of each and every Paladin assembled. They shook, their mouths slack jawed as they screamed and shook. \n\nAnd when the electricity finally died down, Rouge drained of her energy, she looked up and saw each and every Paladin begging. “More, MORE!” they all yelled."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Is it time yet?" His girlfriend asked wearily. "No...just a few more seconds..." He replied, watching the clock slowly tick towards midnight. In just a few moments...it would be December 1st. And boy, was he prepared.
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"content": "No cum November had been hard on her. She was impressed with his will power and that he had not given in. Fortunetly she didn't have to follow the same rules. \nThe first few days were humerus to her. She would tease him sometimes subtlely by showing off her cleavage, brushing her ass against him, biting her bottom lip which she knew drove him and half the male population crazy. Sometimes she was brutally overt about it. She would strut around the house naked. She would grab his crotch and feel him harden under her touch. Sometimes she would sit in his lap and grind her hips against him. But he resisted everytime.\nSo after a few days she turned to her own fingers, then a hairbrush, just like in highschool, and finally she broke down and ordered a vibrator from Amazon.\nNow here they were. She was naked and dripping sitting next to him waiting for the clock to strike midnight."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Interesting Places to Be Together
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"content": "Inside a closet with a keyhole just big enough to look at the people outside, mere feet away from catching you.\n\nBent over the back of a park bench, doggy style, open for everyone to come watch.\n\nUp against a high-story panorama window or a Balcony, facing the street\n\nOn a ritualistic altar, make your own story of what kind of ritual would require THAT as part of it.\n\nIn a photo booth (interesting end results)\n\nIn the cart of a roller coaster (Just thought the sex+ride would be interesting, no idea how the space works out)\n\nPhone booth or Changing room\n\nUp in a tree (not up against one)\n\nIn a boxing ring (Or TV Wrestling ring, they usually have cushion flooring because of the dives they do)\n\nIn/on/while using any kind of exercise machine. (At home or in a gym)\n\nElection booth (Topical \\*shrug\\*)\n\nOn a trampoline\n\nBack row of a bus\n\nOn a riding motorcycle. (Girl could be on guy's lap and facing the road, or turned to him if she's short enough.) \n\nOn top of any large enough surface that vibrates.\n\nJust whatever came to mind, sorry if most of these are shit XP"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You mispronounce something in Latin class and accidentally summon a succubus.
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"content": "“Ubero Uber est mayos suburban,” I said aloud, following my online Latin class as best I could. \n\n“Not quote there yet,” said the professor, “try to sound it out again.”\n\n“Doobie oh ruby est mayouse Subaru,” came the class clown’s voice. \n\n“Ok class, lets try this again. Ubi o Ubi est meus sub ubi.” The teacher was clearly growing impatient.\n\n“Ubi o ubi est meus sub nubi,” I tried again.\n\nA woman’s voice behind me said, “I’m your huckleberry.” I looked behind me to find a beautiful woman smirking at me. Well, maybe “beautiful” didn’t describe her quite right. She had all of the features of a beautiful woman, but something about her was throwing me off. She had a generous bust, a tight core and a nice ass, with raven hair and streaks of red that brought to mind images of fire. Her skin was covered in tattoos I had never seen before; tribal and ancient writings swirled around every inch of her body. Flat brass bangles adorned her wrists, which looked like they could not be removed with any kind of latch. Despite her perfect proportions, she had a piercing gaze that seemed to look straight through me, as if there was something in me she wanted more than my body. “Looking for these?” Her question interrupted my gaze and I looked to see her twirling around a pair of my boxers in her fingers. “I hope you know that isn’t a direct translation to Latin. Romans didn’t wear underwear, you can trust me on that.”\n\nI snapped out of it a bit more, my eyes darting around the room before settling on her again. “Wh...who are you?” I stammered. “Where did you come from?”\n\n“You summoned me,” she said, “for pleasure I assume?”\n\nMy pants tightened at the thought. She was easily the hottest woman I had ever seen. The chattering of my Latin class in my earpiece interrupted my train of thought. It was clearly time to log off. “Excuse me professor, someone important just walked in. I’m afraid I might have to take an absence today.” I clicked the button on the earpiece and closed my laptop, facing the woman again. “What or who are you?” I asked again, incredulous that she was there. \n\nShe looked annoyed by the question. “My name is Kandake Amanitore, queen of the Nubians. I was imprisoned in spiritual servitude by Emporer Nero 2,000 years ago following the destruction of our Amun temple at Napata. He gave me the choice to die along with all of my people or save them, but yield my body and soul to him and his people for all eternity.”\n\n“Kanda...” I tried to pronounce her name, failing again at a foreign language.\n\n“Just call me Candace,” she snapped, “that’s what your Saint Philip called me anyway.” She slowly sauntered over to me, taking my hands in hers. “Now let me show you what I’ve learned over the years.”\n\nThere was no way that I could refuse her advances. She guided me backwards to a heavy chair, forcing me into it and removing my belt. She folded it over and smacked the two halves together, making a whipping sound, then fastened the belt around my neck and the back of the chair like a collar. With the rest of the belt in her left hand like a leash, she knelt on top of me with her breasts in my face. Her right hand freed her breasts and she pushed them into my face, grinding up and down on my torso and crotch until she could feel how excited I was getting. \n\nMy hands reached around her backside, feeling the curve of her waist and the plumpness of her booty. I guided it up and down on my crotch, feeling my cock ache to be freed. Getting excited, I gave her a firm slap on the ass. She tensed up and pulled away from me. “What’s the problem, Candace,” I asked, “aren’t you supposed to be my slave? Can’t I treat you how I like?”\n\nHer eyes lit up and I could see a fire in her eyes that made me feel weak. “Do you feel like you are in control?” She tightened the belt around my neck, leaning back in the chair with her full weight on my neck. I tried to grab her body to release the tension, but she grabbed my right wrist and fastened it to the chair with her bra. “Are you in control now?” She tightened her grip more and I tried to grab her with my left hand. She twisted my left arm so it was firmly in her control, then removed her thong and fastened my left arm to the chair. “Obey me and you will come harder than you ever have...or ever will!”\n\nCompletely at her mercy except for my legs, I resigned myself to her commands, relaxing as she pulled my pants down and freed my cock. “Oh my, you’ve plowed your fields! In my time, no man would do such things for a woman!” I looked at her pussy and noticed that just like the men of her time, she had never bothered to shave her pubes. I grew excited again as she brushed her face against my thoughts, slowly moving up to my cock. Just as she was about to wrap her mouth around it she stopped, smiled at me, and pushed her head down so that her shoulders were resting on my legs. Then she pushed my legs together and told me to hold still as she did a half somersault, with her back landing on my chest and her legs wrapping around my head.\n\n“You want some Candy, baby?” She smiled as she forced her pussy on my mouth, commanding me to lick and suck on her other lips. As she ground against my face I could see her tits bouncing every which way, tempting me to reach out and massage them but alas, my hands were bound and unable to move. As she became more wet, I felt her tense up, then release some of the tension from her legs, allowing me a rare chance for air.\n\nWith the flexibility of a ballet dancer, Candace lifted her stomach to the sky and bent over backwards in a bridge position, with her pussy on my face and her mouth above my cock. Then she did something I had never seen before: she lowered her mouth on my cock in an upside down bridge-push-up. I’m not sure if it was the insanity of the movement or the centuries of skills, but it was easily the best blowjob I’d ever had. She bobbed up and down, pushing up with her arms to release my cock and letting gravity pull her back down to take in more of my cock. Before too long, I felt my cock tense up, and just before I blew my load into her she released her legs from around my head and somersaulted back to a kneeling position in front of me with my cock still in her mouth.\n\nShe kept going at it, stroking my shaft with one hand and bobbing her head up and down, while the other hand fondled and tickled my balls. As I felt my cock tense up once again, she pushed my cock as deep into her throat as it would go, reached under me and shoved her finger into my ass. My cock spasmed into her throat and it felt like all of my feeling left my body. \n\nAll of my frustrations, all of my anger, all of my sadness and all of my feelings were gone from me. I was left as a shell of a man, feeling empty inside but satisfied. My mind couldn’t concentrate on anything good or evil and simply felt empty. “Whoa, what just happened? I feel like a big part of me just left my body.” I was speaking somewhat nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal, although I’d like to think I would care more about something like this.\n\nCandace licked her fingers clean, sucking up every last trail of cum off of her face and hands. The brass bangles on her hands slid off of her body and fell to the floor. “Mmmmm yes, I just took a big piece of you!” She gulped and continued. “That was your soul that I just consumed, along with your cum. For the past 2,000 years I have been cursed to collect 2,000 souls and you’ve just freed me from my bondage. The only way to take a soul is through the fluids which create life. Various religions have had various names for my bondage, but in yours I’m known best as a succubus.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When you’re working, you spend a lot of time talking to nothing. You’ve just never realized how good of a listener your projects are.
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"content": "\"I set sail in a week's time,\" Lord Intello said with a twinge of impatience. \"How soon will she be ready?\"\n\nVincenzo shook his head. \"My lord, I cannot rush the figurehead, but she is nearly complete. On the honor of my father, I will deliver her to you on time.\"\n\n\"May I see it now? I wish to inspect your work.\"\n\nThe woodcarver cheeks reddened with heat, and bit his tongue to stop himself from acting on this insult. \"I'm afraid that will not be possible, my lord. Your lordship may recall our terms, that the work is mine until it is completed.\" Vincenzo unconsciously pushed the edge of his chisel into his thick workbench, digging a curved channel that pointed towards his patron. \"I *humbly* ask for your patience.\"\n\nLord Intello backed away from the chunky curl of wood that grew longer. \"Yes, well then, carry on.\" He left the workshop before Vincenzo could reply.\n\n\"Bastard,\" Vincenzo murmured and walked back into the studio. \"How dare he try to rush this.\" He picked up a slab of wood that looked like a flowing satin robe and stroked the intricate folds, then put it back on the finishing table. \"Did they tell Michelangelo to *hurry up*? Of course not!\"\n\nHe walked to his large carving table, where the figurehead was laid on its side. It was shaped like the torso of a young woman with locks of golden hair that clung to her shoulders and bare breasts. Her smooth thighs transitioned to more roughly hewn wood, marking where Vincenzo had left off. \"I won't rush you,\" he said, stroking her cheek. \"*Mia Bella*,\" he said, then kissed it on her lips. Vincenzo picked up the planer and started to work on her thighs. \n\n\"Your legs would make the Queen jealous,\" he said as he worked off more material. Her legs were tilted to the side, with one calve resting over the other, as if the sea winds pressed her into the ship. \"Too bad no one will see them.\" He looked back at the large scalloped shell that would cover her lower body and connect her to the bow of the ship. \"It doesn't matter, I will make you whole.\" \n\nVincenzo finished planing her calves and began sanding her, taking moments to blow off the fine dust before continuing. \"I will make you strong,\" he said as he carved the grooves of her muscles. The master craftsman imbued her shapely figure with more supple features that accentuated the grain of the wood. \n\nHe stepped back and stroked his dark beard. \"What shall I call you?\" he asked, then was struck by inspiration. He carefully turned her over and carved the word *Armonia* on her lower back.\n\nHe heard a soft and charming voice in his studio, \"Thank you, master.\" Vincenzo was startled, and he looked around the empty room but saw no one. After checking the front of the workshop, he returned to the workbench, scratching his head. As he rolled the figurehead onto its back, he heard a woman sigh.\n\n\"Thank you, master,\" he heard again. \n\n\"*Dio*, I must be going crazy,\" he said, looking down at his creation. He slowly lowered his shaky hand and touched her cheek. The wood figure's expression remained blank as it rocked on its round behind. He touched it again, and it rocked harder, her gaze swinging from the back of the room back up to Vincenzo. Satisfied, he placed his hand on her hip and stopped the motion.\n\n\"Thank you again,\" he heard, \"but please be careful, I fear that my generous rump will be scuffed if you continue, and I know that you worked *so hard* to smooth it out.\"\n\nVincenzo was flabbergasted. \"Am I dreaming?\" he asked. \"This can't be real.\"\n\n\"You made me real. Your steady hand rescued me from the rough blocks of wood and you found my form. It was your hands, Vincenzo, that made me what I am,\" the voice said before pausing. \"Do I not please you?\"\n\n \nVincenzo looked at her supine form on the table. Her legs bent up gently, as if she were luxuriating on a bed, her arms outstretched. She was beautiful, his greatest work yet. He let out a sigh and nodded. \"Yes, you are very pleasing to me.\" He rubbed her belly and slid them upward, caressing the curves of her breasts. The wood was hard but smooth, until it transitioned to the dippled texture of her areolas, which felt extraordinarily real. Vincenzo felt something stirring in him, something that moved his pantaloons slightly. \n\n\"Do you like my breasts, Vincenzo?\" she asked. \"I remember you singing their praises as you released them from the wood blocks. Do you remember what you called them?\"\n\n\"*Las Bambinas*,\" he replied, smiling at her. He circled her breasts with both hands until her heard her sigh. He moved closer to the table until he felt the edge of the top against the stiff bulge. \n\n\"I know another secret, Vincenzo. I know that you saved that *special* piece of briar root, the one with the special knot and eye. Do you remember, master?\" \n\nVincenzo opened a water tank and retrieved a carved section of her hips, one that completed her sex. A wood nub jutted over a dark narrow knot that almost looked like a woman's vulva. The liquid softened the wood until it was pliable, and he was able to carve delicate folds into it that flexed but did not break. He wiped the edges dry and attached it to her blank hips. \n\n\"It fits perfectly, master,\" she cooed. Vincenzo pulled down his pants and climbed onto the table next to the figurehead. \"Yes, master, please tell me if it fits...if *I* fit.\" He rolled her onto her side and dipped his cock into the dark pussy he created. She moaned, \"oh master! It feels so good!\"\n\nVincenzo agreed. He began to thrust into the wood, parting the wet fibers with his hard shaft. He gripped her hipbones and pumped them back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of her sex. \"You are divine, *ma bella*,\" he groaned. He weaved his head around her stiff arms so he could kiss her face, and pressed his lips against the surface. \"I'm going to come in you,\" he whispered in her ear.\n\n\"Yes, I can feel it, master. I can feel you filling me,\" she moaned. \"Give me everything you have.\"\n\nVincenzo grunted and convulsed as he erupted into the wood. He held the wood ass closer, pumping the last load into her before rolling back off the table. He looked at the still figurehead, dripping with his cum and rubbed it into her thighs. \"You are my everything, I will send you with all that I can to protect you, and you will return to this port safely.\"\n\n\"Thank you master, I promise to return,\" she said as he affixed her wardrobe and sealed her lower body. \"When I come back, I will be desperate for you to free me and polish me again, as only you can.\"\n\n\"You're welcome, *Armonia*,\" he said, choking up. He stroked her lips with his thumb, moistened by his tears, then left her in the studio.\n\n***\nNot sure if this was what you were looking for, but comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Young Man Has a Weird Pheromone: He's Irresistible to Women over 35 who want to get pregnant.
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"content": "“Be really careful now, son. You’re 21 in exactly 5 minutes. You were born at 3.05pm, you’ll be properly 21 then. I have to tell you a secret about the men in our family”\n\nThat’s when my dad told me that the men in our family give off a highly irresistible pheromone to any woman over 35 who wants to get pregnant. Of course, I didn’t believe him. It’s ridiculous. Isn’t it?\n\n“Haha. Very funny!” I told him\n\n“You don’t believe me. I know. I didn’t believe your grandfather, and later that day I was practically attacked by two women in a shoe shop!” He laughed, reminiscing about his youth. “Look, it’s an easy test. The cleaner will be here for an hour. Alanna is 36, desperately single. Whilst not the best looking woman has she ever shown the slightest interest in you?” He asked curiously\n\n“Well, no. Of course not!” I stammered\n\n“3.06pm. Let’s see!” He told me, walking out and pulling me behind him\n\n“Hi Alanna, Tim wants to ask you something...” he shouted across the kitchen\n\nShe looked up, walked over and do you know those cartoons, where the man smells the pie on the window? And they gave that glazed over look, and float towards the pie? Well, that’s what happened. \n\nShe got close enough for my pheromones to hit her. Her eyes just glazed over. She came closer towards me quickly. She was so close to me I could feel her breath. She dropped to her knees. \n\n“Please Tim, I need it. I’m so horny for you” she begged whilst pulling down my shorts. \n\nI was flabbergasted. She released my now semi-hard prick from its cotton prison and popped it into her mouth. Bobbing up and down. \n\nI looked over and my dad was watching on with an amused look on his face as if to say ‘see, I told you!’\n\nShe was taking my now rock hard length all the way down her throat. She couldn’t get enough. Gently massaging my heavy balls with one hand, her other hand was busy trying to remove her own bottoms. \n\nShe got up and pushed me back towards an armchair. I was pushed until I was sat down, my hard cock standing to attention. \n\nShe straddled me, pulling her soaking knickers to one side. She guided my cock into her waiting cunt. \n\nUp and down, she rode me like a coked up hooker, she was desperate. As she came hard on my cock, it seemed to encourage her. \n\n“Please give me your seed! Tim, fuck me harder. Cum in my hungry pussy!!” She screamed out\n\nI couldn’t hold back. I reached around, skid a finger into her arsehole and pumped her full of my hot white load.\n\nShe extracted herself. Quickly got dressed. Thanked me and went back to work. \n\nThat was the first moment if the rest of my life!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hello YouTube, welcome back to HornyRealm Explained, the series where we explain the vast, intriguing, and sometimes confusing lore of the Legends of the HornyRealm video games.
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"content": "“So at the beginning, there was nothing, but a swirling mass of chaotic energy. Eventually this mass of chaotic energy started to form into order. Different things, like magical energy, dark energy, the light, but most importantly, divine energy. This is how the first Gods were born. \n\nAs the Grimoire or Beginnings tells us, all was born from Gods, and the Gods were divine energy given will. The will to create and destroy. Sometimes this will interacted with other forces. The Light, and the Dark were just burgeoning powers at the time, and for every god or goddess created by will, there would be another opposite them. \n\nThere was one entity who mixed both. Mother Gaia, who sought to make sense from the swirls of chaos. She made matter, and from matter, the stars and planets. We learn this at the very end of the Gaia raids that occur in Gaia’s Womb.\n\nGaia created life as well. Beings we know only as the primevals from the swirling energies of chaos. Primevals come in many forms, from giants to dragons, but over time, these primevals were shaped. New gods and goddesses, growing and learning from Gaia, would develop their own beings. Elderon made the Elves and the Drow as mirrors of light and dark. Lamashta, a dark goddess, swirled the chaotic energies and made monsters at random. Humans were special, devised by Pygmanikal, the curious. \n\nHowever, from the chaotic energies, none of these gods had known that darkness was taking hold. Balancing between light and dark was too hard, a task only Gaia and the humans could replicate. Even then, the darkness inside of mankind grew and grew and threatened to demolish the world in chaotic energies. Powers of darkness, the dark gods arose. Sinful ones, like Death, War, Famine, Greed, and Lust emerged. \n\nThe turbulent times threatened a heavenly war. Gaia, in all her sorrow, sought a way to end this. She made a pact with a few of the Dark Gods, Lust and Envy, to make a pact to stabilize the realm. By chaotic energies, she instilled lust and envy in all of the world while also filling the realm with blessings of peace and tolerance, but most importantly, our human nature. No longer would monsters be ravenous beasts, but logical, thinking ones. Man would be able to love man once more. \n\nBut as it turned out, Lust had won in the bargain. Once a minor sin, when instilled in every thinking being, lust became to alter them all to human forms. Dragons gained the power to shapeshift. Immortal Elves felt the need to mate, and monsters drastically evolved to become more human like.\n\nIn this world, combat is not as important as being able to have a good fuck. That’s the lore behind the creation.\n\nNow, for part two of our 3 hour long video, the Fuckhelm Keep Raid and the Fallen Queens...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Strong-willed women put in their place.
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"content": "While she was once a mighty general, her and her armies have been defeated and captured. The enemy who bested her promises to treat her soldiers humanely, but only if she agrees to become the enemy general's personal body slave, and submit to every humiliating treatment befitting her new role. Would she be willing to make the sacrifice, even if it means being paraded in front of the royal court at the signing of the armistice?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Workshop Wednesday: Don't Use Numbers
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"content": "One more reason to leave measurements out:\n\nIf you're using imperial measurements, you're making things difficult for those who understand metric better; if you're using metric measurements, you're making things difficult for those who understand imperial better; if you provide both, that's *extremely* awkward and will ruin the mood.\n\nFor me, that reason alone is enough to avoid specific measurements ... in all fiction, not just erotic.\n\n(If it's absolutely necessary to give an exact measurement of something, I prefer to have a character say it. Then it makes sense to be put in the measurement system most familiar to that character.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The CEO of a model agency is blackmailed by a reporter who knows her secret: She's actually a master chemist who developed body enhancing formulas for her models (and herself). He'll delete his evidence if she agrees to his deal however: Inject him with her strongest male formula, and fuck him.
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"content": "\"One fuck? Is that all?\"\n\nCarl was taken aback, trying to think of what to reply with but all he could stammer out was an \"...'all?'\"\n\nMelinda Carver smiled back at him. With blackmailing and the particular demand in question, she found it hard to call him naive, but fuck it, he was naive. \"Yes, dear. Tell you what, I'll get the first batch of injections ready right now. Then you can go and collect your 'evidence,' come back, and have the second round by sundown. If all goes well, you should be ready by the end of the week.\"\n\n\"End of the...that's four days from now.\" \n\n\"Five, dear, by my count. I was including Saturday. Notice I didn't say 'workweek.' Now, if you want I could increase the dosage, or concentrate the active ingredients, but I can't tell you what that might mean for you. Generally, this is a game of wait and see, adjusting as we go, but if you want to go down that path, I'm sure I could guarantee...*improvements* in just three days. Of course, dear, I would ask you stay here during that time. I don't want you to have a sudden reaction and have this all be for naught.\"\n\nCarl was surprised at how easy this had become. In the beginning, he had hoped to ease back into just a juicy check to the bank, but if he could actually get between those juicy thighs--and have a massive self-improvement to boot...he could feel his smile split his face, and honestly didn't care if she saw. This was his victory, and he would revel in it. \"Okay, I'll do it.\"\n\nMelinda answered his smile with her own, pressing a tab on her desk phone, ordering a sample of an ingredient to be brought to her office with a list of equipment, and ended by saying, \"Make certain that they select the male *enhancement* variety,\" though the entire time she never broke eye contact with the young man. Finally, after finishing with her receptionist, she asked him, \"So, Carl, how old are you?\"\n\n\"Twenty-two. Well, I will be in a month, I mean.\"\n\n\"So young! Without the experience of all the other journalists, I wonder how it is that you of all people were able to sniff out the happenings around here. There must be a way of thinking we haven't considered that the younger ones have caught on to. Of course, we can discuss this another time. Right now, is time for your first injection.\"\n\nCarl accepted the first shot, eagerly going home, moving all the evidence he had collected, and moved it to a USB, and drove back to find Melinda waiting for him in the lobby. \"The evidence?\" she asked with an arched eyebrow. \n\n\"It's been...removed from my computer. Should everything go well, it will never see the light of day.\"\n\nShe smiled. \"Alright, and how are you doing?\"\n\n\"A bit...light headed. I chopped it up to...anticipation. Is it from the...?\"\n\n\"Oh yes, but nothing to worry about. Just a bit of primer to help the body adjust. Now, follow me,\" she said, leading him into an elevator. Between excitement and the drug, Carl began to feel a bit drowsy, enough to the point that he didn't notice the elevator ride was rather short for such a tall building, and that they had gone down beneath the ground floor, to a level that had required Melinda's identification card to gain access. As the elevator dinged and the doors opened, she led him into a bright hallway. Too bright. Finally they reached a bed, and he did not hesitate when asked to strip and lay down. The last thing he heard as another needed entered his arm, then his neck, then his butt was her voice, distant. \"Go to sleep, young Carl. Let the magic happen.\"\n\nHours later, his eyes opened. His sleep was restless, his body ached, and it was hard to notice much--except that his penis was ridiculously hard. Grasping it, he gasped as he found his hand need much more than usual to wrap around it, but also its incredible sensitivity sent a wave through of euphoria through him, and he found himself almost wanting to cum from even so little stimulation. \"Oh, do let it out,\" he heard Melinda's voice from the corner of the room, \"it's part of the process. Crucial, in fact.\" And not needing any more prompting, he allowed himself to relieve his need. After he finished, a heel to the cold tile sent shutters down his spine as she seemingly appeared behind him from the darkness. \"Clean yourself up,\" she said, handing him a box of tissues. \"We have another round ready.\"\n\nCarl did as prompted, but couldn't shake a certain feeling. *Was she...taller? No must be the heels she was wearing. Man this stuff hits like a hangover, though. Need to get this over with and on to the fun part.* As he lay again on the bed, he noticed a group of three people enter the room with a cart of several syringes as Melinda took a seat in the corner watching before once again him mind fogged from the medication and sleep took him.\n\n\"Dear, wake up. Today's the big day.\" Eyes opened, Carl felt *wrong.* Above him stood her, a needle in hand. His body would not respond to his demands. \"Thank you for being so cooperative. We really needed a test for this, to make sure it worked, and you just walked right into our lab. Now, hold still, not that you could move if you wanted to at the moment.\" With that, she lowered the needle towards him. His eyes followed, seeing her inject it into his smooth, hairless arm. Another needle, and he could barely see her stroke hair out of the way before injecting it into his neck. Another needle, and now he saw in horror his shriveled penis, barely a dome he saw over his flat stomach. \"You'll get to watch the rest,\" she said with a smirk before walking away out of the room. Feeling came back to him, only for him to realize that he was restrained to the bed, but not the hospital bed he had been on before, but a queen size mattress in a spacious room, but still too dark to see everything. Pulling on the restraints did nothing but exhaust him, and his voice barely came out as a whisper, so he lay unmoving for hours, until he felt something stir. With a ferocious intensity, what was left of his penis hardened to a magnificent degree, the sensitivity such that the air currents alone stimulated him, and the warm milky liquid shot upwards, landing over his now slender emasculated form, and he watched, his eyes teary from pleasure and terror as it seemingly shrunk, further and further, leaving him nothing to see from his perspective but feeling it jostle and fumble and finally nestle inside of him. A moan escaped Carl's throat, and he finally found the ability to talk--his voice several octaves higher than it had been before--just in time to be able to scream in pleasure and pain as his chest burst into fiery sensitivity, nipples seeming to become stone in the chilly air, expanding, contracting, expanding, and soon two large lumps found their home on Carl's chest as new breasts. It was all Carl could do but pant, lungs demanding air from the body's sudden transformation and the resources required.\n\nAnd so the new girl now lay their, covered in only the darkness of the room and the warmth of the cum that was the last of her manhood, sobbing. Until Melinda returned. \"What did you do to me. This isn't what we agreed on!\"\n\n\"Oh, *Carla*, think back. Did I actually ever say I agreed to anything. And if you had done any true research, you would have found we exclusively have female enhancement drugs. You just happened to take the bait we laid out for you, and happened to be just the candidate we scouted for. That's right--we chose you, and you all but delivered yourself to us. But I'll tell you what,\" she said, her voice gentle as she wiped the other girl clean before taking a handful of her breast and grinning at the instant moan it earned, \"I do always like a good fuck.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CS] The Ring of Daydreams
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"content": "Jane spotted it in the corner of her eye. A glimmer of reflected light that stood out from the dull-grey of the cracked sidewalk. She stopped walking and turned back to look for whatever it was that glinted so brightly.\n\n\"What have we here?\" She stooped down and plucked a heavy golden ring from the junction between sidewalk and wall. It was unexpectedly clean, devoid of dust and grit. A dozen emereld-green symbols refracted the noondaay sun, casting spots of color on her hands and clothes. \"You're a pretty thing,\" she turned it this way and that between her fingers, admiring it's design, then she slipped it on her finger.\n\nJane startled as an engine roared past, much too fast for the quite, residential lane. She turned only in time to see a dented-grey bumber hurtling away around the next corner. \"Fucking lunatics. Always racing up and down the street.\" She turned her atention back to the ring. It fit perfectly. The green runes seemed to glow, as if emitting more light than mere reflection would allow.\n\n\"Not sure what I'll be able to to use you for, but I think you're mine.\" She took the ring off and dropped it into her handbag as she resumed walking. Not two seconds later, a second engine thundered past, and she looked on in bewilderment as the exactt same dented bumber hurtled off around the exact same corner..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Generations ago, the elves of the woods were cursed to be unable to bear male children. So they task travellers like yourself to breed as many of them as possible whenever you pass through their lands.
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"content": "Another day, another escort mission. Merchants often want a bodyguard as they wander from town to town, and it can't be said that bodyguards live in the lap of luxury. So, no shit there I was, lazily walking beside this cart driven by an elderly man (must be in his late 50s), his equally old donkey taking its sweet time strolling through these woods. He had said something about wanting a piece of muscle between these two towns that lie between a forest. Something, something, need supplies, blah, blah. My attention drifted during negotiations, sue me. I had gotten the gist. Look when you take one escort job, you've taken them all. What intrigued me though was this forest. Apparently, those that enter rarely leave the same way. Some aren't seen for weeks at a time, that are seen afterward disheveled, more still are glassy eyed, but never has anyone spoken about their experiences in the forest. I say this because the old man had quite the price tag for my services as a \"strappin' young lad that could lay down the hurt in a flash with sword on yer hip!!\" I didn't disagree, since that'll get you out of job quick. So I accepted some money up front, got the supplies we'll need for the trek, and we headed out.\n\n\nThe old timer tried to make small talk as we went along, saying how I reminded him of himself when he was my age. Odd considering that he's 5'8\" at the most, and I'm towering over him at 6' even. \"Yep, even had the neatly trimmed beard at one point too! It's what drew the missus in!\" he proudly stated while combing his fingers through a white beard now down to his waist. \"Heh,\" I chuckled \"and I bet you had a dark tan all over your skin as well, huh?\" His eyes flared again, \"I still do! Don'tcha see it?! I work outside all day, carting this and that!\" Considering how pale his skin was to mine, it might as well have been the shade of flour. \"Yessir, I bet you drive all of the ladies wild!\" I could only shrug, \"They come and they go.\" \"Oooh I bet they do!\" he said with a wink.\n\n\nThat's when we heard the rustling in the treetops above us. The old man let out a shriek that defied any tough nature that he had, while my hand flashed to my sword hilt prepared for anything. But even a veteran's senses can be fooled. One never forgets the cold steel of a blade pressed up against your throat. \"It seems we have some wanderers amongst us,\" a soft voice rang out. It was a feminine voice that had the slightest bit of a song underlying it, and played upon my ears like a soft melody. Now, I've steeled myself against the warcries of orc bands, kept calm against the mocking laughter of chieftains, but this voice. Needless to say, it sent my heart a flutter and got my heart pounding.\n\n\n\"Now, why don't you be a dear and slowly move your hand away from your sword?\" came the voice once more. Even if it hadn't been so melodious, I would have complied, you don't bargain when you don't have any leverage. I put my hands up where they could be seen, before the old man spoke up \"Whaddya think yer doin'?! Cut these witches down!!\" I shot a sharp glance at him, and he piped down quickly. \"Aeterale, take care of the elderly one for us? He seems to just want to get in the way. This one though,\" I felt the blade shift a bit, and a hot breath on my ear before the voice whispered \"he seems like he'll play along.\" It was about this time that I realized the leather pants I had were just a tad too tight, and I could feel myself getting larger by the second. The giggles that emanated through the canopy didn't help either. \"There, there,\" another voice said next to the old man, \"it'll be alright, we just need to borrow him for a bit.\" Shifting my eyes over, I saw a woman that was more than easy on the eyes. Gorgeous, beautiful, they should have sent a poet. A soft face the was ended at her chin with a point, long soft brown hair that framed her face perfectly, her skin warm and glowing in the sunlight through the trees, green eyes that shimmered, her body was lithe through years of training and exercise, and the clothing she wore was tight where it needed to be to provide movement but relaxed enough for comfort. The one, well two things that stood out were her ears. They gracefully breached the surface of her hair and extended out another 4 inches. This would explain why they got the jump on us, they were elves. Without counting the extra height on the ears, I would say she was about 5’6”. Not imposing but deftly swift, which would make for a deadly combination.\n\n\nShe began to sing a wordless song while locking eyes with the old man, I quirked an eyebrow and tensed. This was enough for my captor, \"Need not worry,\" the first voice spoke, now away from my ear, \"he's just being..calmed or subdued. He won't remember a thing here, and he'll get home safe and sound.\" The old man soon had a haze about his eyes, and he got a drunken smile on his lips. Lazily he whipped the donkey and they began to trudge on down the path through the woods. The pressure on my neck lifted, and I slowly turned to look upon the woman whose voice was so heavenly. She had blonde hair, and looked nearly identical to Aeterale. Though the one that stood in front of him now had a face that didn’t end so narrowly to a point at her chin. It was rounder, softer, and just a touch more delicate. Her eyes were a shifting color of soft blue to a hazy grey, and they enraptured my attention immediately. A rueful smile played along her lips as she turned around and began to walk away, Aeterale following in behind her. I shrugged, “So, am I a prisoner?” “No,” she said without turning around, “You’re welcome to leave. But, I would hope you wouldn’t be so foolish as to turn down such an open, welcoming, and...eager invitation.” Her head turned back just enough to catch a glimpse of me walking with a spring in my step that wasn’t there when escorting the old man. “Good choice, big guy,” Aeternale said as she energetically twirled around to face me, a playful look on her face as she skipped ahead of us. “Irael, he’s going to be so much fun! I can tell already!” “That remains to be seen,” Ireal responded, a teasing edge to her voice. \n\n\nI was able to get some more information from them as we walked through the woods. Apparently they were taking me to their village where their tribe was located. They had a ritual that needed a young man of exceptional health and physique to partake in. It had seemed that luck had happened upon them when I journeyed through their neck of the woods. People don’t come through too often, so they need to pick up on all they can. Unfortunately, there were so many twists and turns, that I couldn’t make my way through the woods if I wanted to. And truth be told, I was hardly paying attention. Ireal had a way of walking in front of me. Not too far, but not too close, and the way she moved those hips entranced me. She knew what she was doing, but I still ate it up anyway. Hey, it’s been a while for me, and I wasn’t about to turn down eye candy alright? Anyway, she seemed to wear the same outfit as Aeternale, but this one hugged Ireal’s curves a bit more, and fell just short about halfway down her thighs. Her skin seemed smooth and inviting. I had to tear my eyes away more than once when Aeternale caught me staring. They never got after me for it though, I had expected to be chastised, but they just laughed or giggled at me.\n\n\nEventually we made it to their village. They had slowed their pace down a bit, and pulled back some leaves to usher me through the threshold. I walked into a well lit grove where a number of huts had been constructed on soft grass amongst the trees. There were quite a few people walking about. Well, I should say there were quite a few women walking about doing their daily tasks. From what I could tell, there were only elvish women in this village. They seemed to range from all shapes and sizes as well. Some were taller and more heavily built in muscle. It’d look like they would beat me in an arm-wrestling contest, then crush my skull in between their thighs for not giving them enough of a challenge. They seemed to only wear the bear essentials when it came to clothing, and they carried large weapons. Battleaxes, longswords, mauls, what have you. When we passed women like this, they would look me up and down and leer at Ireal that was leading me along.\n\n\nThere were shorter, more lithe women like Aeternale and Ireal. They had worn similar clothing, and ranged from dark browns, to a moss colored green. They seemed to also have shortswords, or daggers on their hips. But they moved as gracefully and as effortlessly as the two women who found me did. They mostly seemed to walk in pairs, whereas the larger women seemed to be by themselves. Whenever the lithe women passed by, I would be able to catch a small bit of their talk as they whispered to each other, “He has a beard!” “Ireal is so lucky.” “I bet the ritual will take a while with him.” Each time they would end with a giggle as they walked away from me. \n\n\nLastly were the women that seemed to be...well...more gifted than the others. The tops they wore seemed to be able to barely hold back their voluptuous breasts by sheer magic. They had wide hips, and thighs as large as the warrior type women. But while the warrior women were easily six inches taller than me, the gifted women were just as short as Ireal or Aeternale. They seemed to be a bit plumper too, but just in all of the right places. My eyes carried on one a bit as she passed, a wink was my reward before I heard a “Tsk, tsk, tsk” coming from Ireal ahead of me. I did my best to maintain a stoic expression, but my blushing betrayed my true feelings. “You need to stop worrying what other women look like,” Ireal said, “And be more focused as to what I will look like.” She walked over and grabbed my hand to lead me into a particular hut. I had forgotten all about Aeternale, it seems that she gave us some privacy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two voodoo dolls have been taped/glued together into a sex position.
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"content": "Prank\n-----------\n\n\"So you're telling me magic is real,\" Todd said, skepticism written on his face. \n\n\"Yes and everything in this room's extremely dangerous,\" Nessa said as she snatched the bundle of incense from Todd's hands. \n\n\"Right, what are two freaking dolls supposed to do?\"\n\nTodd lifted the two ribbon-tied straw figurines from the crowded shelf. As he gingerly fingered them, Nessa simply laughed and continued looking through her books. \n\n\"You can play with them as long as you don't break them. They're voodoo dolls,\" she said as she began lighting incense in the room.\n\n\"Of who though?\" Todd wondered aloud as the sweet smells of the burning wood filled the room.\n\n\"Why don't you play with them and you'll see?\" \n\n\"And how do I do that?\"\n\n\"Just warm them up a little,\" Nessa said as she gently began fingering between the legs of one of the figurines. In the room down the hallway, Todd could hear quick gasps and moans as Nessa's pale fingers circled the crotch of the doll.\n\n\"Wait, so if I do this,\" Todd pondered as he stroked between the legs of the other doll, \"someone feels it?\"\n\n\"Well, duh, they're voodoo dolls. Look, just be careful because it's my sister and my…what are you doing?\"\n\nNessa stared in amusement at the way Tom had placed the figures. \"Heh, look, they're in 69. Isn't that funny?\"\n\n\"Heh, you know that in real life, they can still get up but yeah, that's pretty funny,\" Nessa laughed as Todd messed with the figures. \n\n\"Hey, what's going on?!?\" The voices down the hall traveled to Nessa's room.\n\n\"What if I taped them?\" Todd wondered as he pulled a long strip of scotch tape from the roll laying on the desk.\n\n\"You know, I've never actually tried but…\" Nessa could not even finish her sentence as Todd had already taped the two dolls together.\n\n\"So, what happens now?\" \n\n\"Just stroke one of them a bit more and…\" Nessa was interrupted by the moans in the other room.\n\n\"Why's there a wet spot on your pants?\" Todd heard Nessa's sister exclaim as he heard heavy panting in the other room.\n\n\"Wait, are those your *siblings*?\" Todd was aghast at what he had done. \n\n\"Well, you would've known if you let me finish my sentence earlier. Guess all we can do now is finish the job,\" Nessa said as her fingers stroked the other doll to completion, hearing moans echo down the hallway from the other room. \n\n\"Now let's let them go hahah,\" Nessa said as she removed the tape.\n\nAs Todd walked to the bathroom, he heard the door open as Nessa's brother stood with a wet spot on his pants, blushing.\n\n\"Yeahhhhh, you can use it first,\" Todd snickered as he walked back to Nessa's room. \n\n\"Looks like they both had a good time.\" Todd said as he waited for the bathroom.\n\n\"That, they did. So now that they had their fun, wanna have ours?\" Nessa said as she pulled Todd onto the bed and shut the door. \n\n\"Of course,\" Todd grinned as he joined Nessa on the black covers. *I have GOT to mess with her siblings more often,* Todd thought as his mouth sunk into Nessa's lips."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a long night of delivering presents to the children of the world, Mrs. Claus welcomes Santa home and helps him relax...
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"content": "Hearing the jingle of bells outside, Lera smiled over her novel. She was glad he was back. Christmas was the most stressful time of the year for the entire household, and none felt it more than Santa Claus himself. This one night was the spearpoint of the entire year, the culmination of the intelligence-gathering, the trend-watching, the morality calculations, the massive industrial manufacturing, the course-optimisations right until the last moment... all leading up to the critical mission. It took a lot out of him.\n\nBy tradition, the elves had the week off. Evaluation meetings would begin in January, but at this hour they were likely already high, hammered, and blindly shagging each other in a giant orgy in their village, safely far away from the Clauses' scrutiny. They deserved every bit of fun they got out of it; the job got harder and more complicated every year.\n\nA door slammed. Not a good sign. Lera put the book down and swung her plump, brown-skinned legs off the soft couch. She heard muttering and cursing.\n\n\"Nicky?\" she pushed her glasses down on her nose. \"How you doing, baby, how'd it go?\"\n\n\"...motherfucking little ingrates...\"\n\n\"That bad?\" she smiled sympathetically. \"I'm sorry, darling. It's over now, though, right?\"\n\n\"I don't want to talk about it.\" The sound of thrown boots underscored the point. \"I'm going in the shower!\"\n\nLera shook her head. She sauntered over to the bar and poured out a double helping of armagnac, neat. Her own half-finished glass of wine remained on the table by her book. As she crossed the living room, she caught a glimpse of herself in a small mirror. She pushed up her curls and blinked a couple of times. She was dressed in a skimpy red dressing gown lined with white fur, the classic cheeky take on Santa's own outfit, and nothing besides.\n\nHe had taken his time under the water and with the towels, sputtering and muttering all the way. When he finally came out to join his wife, his bald head shone red from the scrubbing, in stark contrast to the white beard. With his hairy belly overhanging the red towel around his waist, he resembled a big, angry bear or perhaps a walrus. \n\n\"Lera,\" he harrumphed, barely looking at her. \"I need a goddamned... oh, thank you.\"\n\nShe pressed the stem of the glass into his massive hand and leaned into him as she hugged him. \"Come on, baby, you tell your Lera all about the motherfucking ingrates. Get it all out.\"\n\nSanta consumed the brandy almost in one gulp and allowed himself to be led to the couch, where he sat with the energy of a pile of boulders crashing down.\n\n\"The thirty-seventh child, Lee,\" he rumbled darkly. \"Out of over two billion. The thirty-seventh little motherfucking shit-eating son of a syphilitic...\"\n\n\"Shh, Nicky,\" she placed a finger to his mouth. \"So what happened?\"\n\n\"He put... and don't you laugh, Lera, I swear to God... he put a laxative in the milk. Or the cookies. Or both.\"\n\n\"I'm not laughing,\" said Lera. She met his gaze and held it, maintaining a poker face. Santa Claus stared back, sheepishly. A tiny quiver passed Lera's round, dimpled face. Santa Claus cleared his throat and twitched his bushy white moustache. \n\nThey both burst out in a guffaw.\n\n\"I'm so sorry, babe.\" Lera covered her mouth with her hand. \n\n\"So, basically,\" Santa Claus growled, a little mollified, \"that halved the available time because every fifty million households I had to swoop down and land and find a...\"\n\n\"I get the picture,\" Lera stroked his bald head with her manicured hand, and pressed her cheek against his meaty man-boob.\n\n\"So then,\" Santa continued, \"Rudolph fucked up, and I can't even fucking blame him. We ended up at a Pakistani military installation instead of a Ukrainian orphanage. There's at least one artillery colonel out there who is going to find a set of matryoshka dolls and some very nice art supplies in his stocking. It took us half an hour of recalculating to get the show properly back on the road.\"\n\n\"Oh, my poor big man...\"\n\n\"Also, the sleigh nearly collided with a satellite launch about 2 am Greenwich. We were running on all systems yellow, rest of the night.\"\n\n\"Well, it was all quiet here,\" Lera ran her fingernails down Santa's chest. \"and I missed you a lot.\"\n\n\"All I want to do is sleep till New Year's,\" he muttered.\n\n\"Now, I'm not ready to believe that, Santa baby,\" said Lera and scrambled into his lap. She found his left nipple with a nail and worried it playfully.\n\n\"Oh, Lee,\" harrumphed Santa, steadying her about the waist. \"I dunno about all that tonight, sweet pie.\"\n\nShe stretched out to reach his mouth with a kiss and the dark areola of one of her bountiful breasts peered out over the fur trimming of her robe.\n\n\"There's one randy girl who hasn't gotten her present tonight yet, Nicky,\" she purred into his beard, \"and I've never known you to cut corners when it comes to present duty...\"\n\n\"Ho, ho, ho,\" Santa cooed out of centuries-old habit as his wife straddled his thigh. The robe came fully open, revealing her breasts and ample belly, and he felt a fuzzy wet warmth pressing into his thigh. \"But has she been naughty or nice?\"\n\n\"I think if you check the list, baby,\" Lera ground her hips slowly, and her hand reached under the flaps of his towel, \"she's kinda been a bit of both. Another tricky case.\"\n\nSanta Claus put the weight of his bracing hand on his wife's lower back, and she arched her big bottom outward. Her clit was squashed against his lap right over the knee, a state of affairs she did not mind one bit.\n\n\"I think we'll deal with the naughty first,\" he chortled as he brought his hand down on her left buttock, then the right.\n\n\"Ooh, that's it, give it to me,\" Lera covered his neck and chest with small kisses meanwhile. \"I feel the bad deeds leaving the body already.\"\n\n\"Mmm, a few more of those deeds to go, I think,\" Santa Claus alternated the smacks with caresses and subtle knee bounces. It did not take him long to adjust the rhythm of the mock punishment to enable sneaking one of his great craggy fingers inside Lera's well-lubricated pussy. It did not take her long to realise that it would not suffice.\n\n\"Okay, babe,\" she breathed. She undid his towel awkwardly, urgently. \"Enough, enough. I need you.\"\n\nShe spread her legs to straddle both his thighs. Their bellies pressed together, and she exhaled loudly when she found what she was looking for. Even after all these years, it was a thrill to be penetrated by Santa Claus. The man was not exactly some classically-handsome Adonis, with that shiny bald head, the bushy beard, the rotund physique, and his advanced years... but he had a heart of gold, an indomitable sense of duty, and a schlong massive enough to put the largest reindeer to shame.\n\n\"Yeah,\" she repeated as she rode him, faster and faster as he stretched her out, \"yeah. Forget all that bullshit. Forget the world. Now it's just all about tonight. There's just you and me, just you and me...\"\n\n\"Ho, ho, ho,\" grunted Santa Claus, in that way of his that he couldn't help anymore. He was red in the face. He was close.\n\n\"Your ho, baby,\" whispered Lera, \"only yours, every year, forever.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Wholesome body writing.
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"content": "\"...The fuck..?\" Eloise spluttered at the sight of her bound and naked body, her elven ears twitching in indignation the moment the blindfold came off. She twisted about, squirming against the ropes in an attempt to read the writing on her body, despite it all appearing upside down to her. It was rather tricky, but she was able to get the gist of it... Mostly how it was far more sweet and saccharine than she'd expected.\n\n\"Hazel, why the hell have you written all this stuff on me?!\" Eloise could feel the blush rising in her cheeks as she demanded an answer from her partner. Hazel, her half-orc girlfriend, poked her head up from near Eloise's feet, where she was still hard at work scribbling away with a soft marker pen.\n\n\"You said you wanted me to write all over you; free-use stuff, you said!\" Hazel responded. She had a beaming, innocent-looking grin on her green face, but Eloise knew her well enough to recognise the knowing twinkle in her eyes. The bound elf huffed in response.\n\n\"Yes, but I meant... Kinky stuff! You know, stuff saying how I should be fucked, tally marks about how many times I've been used, that kind of thing...\" Eloise wasn't shy about admitting exactly what she wanted. She never was; after all, that was how she'd willingly ended up in this predicament in the first place.\n\n\"Oh, well I have done a tally mark for you down here...\" Hazel chuckled, gently pressing one of her large fingers to Eloise's inner thigh. She strained to peer down at it, before pouting again when she realised what it actually said.\n\n\"That's a tally mark for how many times I've been hugged!\" she yelped, her annoyance eliciting a burst of customary booming laughter from Hazel. \"Oh come on! You said you'd do this for me! You said you'd do a free-use roleplay, even if it's just you using me!\" The petulant elf had redoubled her efforts to struggle against the bondage now; it was the first time Hazel had ever seen her girlfriend genuinely keen to escape the rope's embrace. Hazel, for her part, was unmoved by her complaints.\n\n\"Mmm, yes, but you *always* want to get straight to the kinky fucking. You *always* want me to get my strap-on, hold you down, and fuck you until you can't walkstraight.\" Eloise kept on blushing, looking to one side bashfully. She wasn't embarrassed by the airing of her own fantasies, but by being reminded that she *could* be a little selfish at times. Hazel cleared her throat, and then continued. \"So, if this is meant to be *free* use, I'm going to use you how *I* want to. And that means showing you just how much I adore you, and how I adore your cute body, and how much I think you need to take care of yourself *besides* just sex!\" Hazel finished her little declaration of intention by planting a gentle kiss right against Eloise's thigh; a kiss that made her tremble with anticipation.\n\nAnticipation that wasn't likely to be satisfied for quite some time, apparently.\n\n\"Yes, but... But...\" she mumbled, blushing furiously and unable to look her lover in the eye. Hazel lifted herself a little further up Eloise's body, moving closer in order to nuzzle at her neck while also pulling her into a cuddly embrace. Eloise groaned softly as their naked bodies made contact, the thought of having this kind of loving, affectionate attention lavished upon her somehow far more daunting than any amount of hard, lusty fucking.\n\n\"But nothing, sweetie,\" Hazel purred, giving Eloise another gentle squeeze. \"You're comfortable in those ropes, right?\"\n\n\"Of *course*,\" Eloise muttered back, knowing full well that she could handle *far* more intense bondage than this. She gave a sigh as she resigned herself to the snuggling... Not that it was unpleasant, per se.\n\n\"Mmm, good,\" Hazel continued. \"Because I intend to make you *really* feel how much I love you.\" Hazel gave a slight smirk, reaching up to pull Eloise's blindfold back down, with the intention of snapping some photos for posterity later on. \"Y'know, if it makes you feel better... You can just think of this as a *very* long tease before I *finally* fuck you, later on?\"\n\nEloise shuddered and gave a soft moan as her predicament was described like that, but then she bit her bottom lip and shook her head.\n\n\"N-No. Just cuddling is good, t-too...\" she whispered, leaning in to blindly nuzzle at Hazel in return. \"I don't want to spoil the mood. Thank you for this.\"\n\n\"Mmm, you're welcome, cutie pie. Heh, I'm going to hug you so much, you're going to be *begging* me to stop!\"\n\n\"...Don't overdo it, hon.\"\n\n​\n\nEDIT: Oh wow, my first Reddit gold! Thank you, mysterious stranger!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The King hires a dominatrix to teach The Queen a lesson.
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"content": "(The basic concept of this prompt is actually pretty hot to me, and I'll try to come up with a proper, serious response later on; for now though, this is what immediately popped into my head when I read it!)\n\n​\n\n\"So remember, before you slide the strap-on in, you want to make sure he's nice and well lubricated, and also that he's as relaxed as possible. That can be kind of tricky if it's his first time, so you probably will just have to take it slowly. The tricky part is keeping things nice and hot for him while you're trying not to do serious damage to his back door; I recommend some dirty talk to help you out there. If you want to be daring, you can even act like him taking your strap-on is a challenge, and- Yes?\"\n\nQueen Tamura had her hand raised like an eager schoolgirl, sitting in the only chair in the dungeon 'classroom'; she'd been sceptical about this entire idea at first, but as it turned out Mistress Sapphire was actually a *very* versatile teacher, and the subject itself was actually quite riveting.\n\n\"Umm, is there an issue with... I don't know how best to put this... Hygiene? I-I mean, isn't this all going to be a tad... Off-putting? For me?\" Tamura was intrigued by the notion of what Mistress Sapphire was explaining, but she wanted a bit of clarification on the finer points to ensure she could enjoy it herself. The Dominatrix turned tutor smiled, clearly enjoying having a genuinely curious pupil.\n\n\"Only if he's in need of going to the privy before you start the session. If in doubt, simply ensure he's been before hand, and don't take no for an answer. If you're *really* concerned about it, there are options for cleaning him out in advance, to get all that unpleasantness out of the way. I think you might have to persuade him that it's all part of the scene, however. Hang on, I've actually got one of those enema kits with me, I can show you...\"\n\nQueen Tamura leaned forward in her seat, very interested to see the device Mistress Sapphire was talking about. She was learning a lot today, and couldn't wait to show her husband!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Trapped in a game
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"content": "i thought of a few, use as many or as few as you want!\n\n- In 18+ anarchy servers, it was easy to escape being enslaved by another player by simply logging out if you were losing a PvP fight and just waiting a bit. And now, a lot of players who cheated defeat are about to get their comeuppance.\n\n- The disgruntled developer added a rare collar that permanently applies the locked log-out effect on a player that equips it (willingly or unwillingly) during the 72 hour period. There's a chaotic server wide scramble to get and use as many as possible in time. \n\n- Rumors spread of secret ways to log out early. They range from things as simple as entering the Konami code to as sexual as \"fuck three orcs, then an elf, then two humans\", and no one knows which ones could be real or fake. One desperate player is willing to try each one they hear.\n\n- Jails in the game are based on real-time, so most players simply serve their sentence out of game. Two unlucky cellmates logged in at the same time to catch up on their socials, only for the logout to be removed, and now have to find a way to kill 72 hours stuck together."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Dungeons and Damsels (Kink Edition)
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"content": "The elven pantheon seems somewhat narrow. There's the goddess of sexual pleasure, the goddess of sexual submission, the goddess of rape, the goddess of orgies, and of course the goddess of bondage. A young elven girl begins her training as a priestess of the latter one, hoping to one day proudly wear the sexy leather outfit of the high priestesses. But that's a long path to go, a path filled with spanking, whipping and all kinds of kinky lessons."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Mimics are a notorious pest, preying upon the unsuspecting by binding them and filling them with eggs. They are the bane of many adventurers, although if properly domesticated they can make for some very good - if troublesome and needy - pets
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"content": "I suppose you might call me a scavenger, though I prefer the term ‘freelance neo-archaeologist’. What I do is that I go dungeon diving in the most common places adventurers tend to frequent, looking for any choice loot that might be around. I’m not at all picky as to the origins of any finds, nor the freshness of the hands I tend to pry it from. Pretty much anything can be valuable to the right party. I learned long ago that being a nigh-immortal elf, you either get your head lost in the clouds with thoughts above those of regular mortals; or you lose that sense of superiority and morals and do whatever you need to survive physically and psychologically. There’s not a lot I haven’t tried, because life is far too long to restrict yourself to liking only a few things, which might not be here in another decade. \n\nSo I’m not particularly picky about how I get my wares, but like I said, most everything has value to someone, and I run one of the best stocked warehouses in the region. If I can’t get it personally (which is a rare thing due to centuries of practice in sneaking, fighting and \\*ahem\\* acquiring goods), I can usually trade for it. I may not be particularly well-regarded, but I have a certain reputation for getting valuable, and sometimes even rare items. \n\nLook, I can feel you tapping my shoulder; I’m getting to that alright? Sheesh, some things just have no patience. \n\nSo back to the original question: how did I come across these particular goods? They are quite intriguing, aren’t they? The material of this dagger for instance; not quite steel, but light and strong, excellent for light armour and weapons, and dull rather than shiny so not to attract attention. These gems; not cut in the traditional sense, yet polished to a fine sheen and capable of channelling magic to a far greater extent than more common gems. This leather glove, made without a single stitch visible yet it feels as hard as dragon scale and bends as easily as silk. They must be rare and valuable, the treasure of a long lost age no doubt? \n\nWell, yes and no. Rare and valuable undoubtedly. Treasure… well why don’t I let you in on a secret? I found these things and other like it almost completely by accident. \n\nIt was a few years ago, I was delving an old dwarven mine a few days travel from here. Its hundreds of years old, but the dwarves abandoned it after they dug a little too deep and hit a vein of magma. Only destroyed a few of the lower levels, but they didn’t have the right equipment to deal with it at the time, so they left to get it. By the time they came back several years later, it had already been home to a clan of goblins, a pack of gnolls, a young dragon mating pair and other things that had burrowed up at the disturbance of the magma. The dwarves gave it up as a bad job, and it’s been a revolving door of adventurers and scavengers ever since. \n\nI was there just after an adventuring party had gone in looking for a missing noble’s daughter taken by a bandit group. Some Romeo and Juliet thing no doubt, but that was all over by the time I got there. The adventurers only had lost a few pieces, damaged but salvageable. Most of the bandits had little valuable on them to begin with. I thought I had found something really impressive when I spied a secret door that the passing adventurers had obviously missed. The room itself was not the treasure hoard I had been expecting, but there were a few valuable-looking grimoires. I was about to leave when a glint caught my eye. In the back of the room, partially hidden under a corpse, was a small chest. I shuffled over and took a closer look, carefully moving the body until I realised that it was missing a hand. \n\nThe one that was closest to the latch. \n\nToo late I realised the danger I was in. Without warning the mimic revealed itself, the lid opening to reveal dozens of yellowed teeth, six monstrous eyes opening and fixing me with a hungry stare, an equal number of tentacles emerging from its body. Before I could escape, I was trapped as the tentacles wrapped around my wrists, knees and waist, binding to me with some kind of natural adhesive that was at once slimy and terrifyingly strong. I was not prepared to die that day, but by a dozen Gods I felt like it might happen then and there, a meal for a hungry monster. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch what was surely about to happen as my body was lifted from the ground and moved towards it.\n\nExcept, instead of the feeling of teeth piercing my flesh, of an ignominious death; there was just the strangest sound. Like a great intake of breath. I risked opening an eye to look at what the creature was doing, and saw what looked like a pair of nostrils had appeared above the enlarged mouth. It sniffed again, and the eyes widened as the slit pupils contracted. Slowly, the mouth closed and the eyes took on a new type of hunger."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] "Damn all-girl school..." the Boy Toy though, entirely tied up, and at the mercy of the frustrated english teacher.
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"content": "*Damn all-girl school*, thought the Boy Toy, trussed up like a Christmas ham in front the English class.\n\nHe was bound rigidly upright and left to lean against the teacher's desk like an inanimate prop. Shibari-style ropework criss-crossed his body, and tied his ankles together. As a result, most of his weight was on his butt, and he felt the forward edge of the desk digging uncomfortably into his flesh. With luck, it would go numb soon enough.\n\n\"...the occasional utility of the Oxford comma can be illustrated by the following phrase,\" he tuned back into what the teacher was saying. He could not quite crank his neck around far enough to watch her, but he heard the sound of the marker on the whiteboard. Its squeaks sounded tense, shrill, and piercing, like everything about her. \n\n\"'Today, Boy Toy will be molested by the red-haired girls, Aliya and Kiersten.\"\n\n*Well, fuck*, thought the Boy Toy. He heard the click of the teacher's platform shoes as she walked back around the desk and came to a halt beside him. Her hand grabbed his scrotum with the sudden alacrity of a bird of prey; the sack had shrivelled defensively and her bony, red-nailed fingers had to dig to find the testes inside, but found them she did. Oh, but she did.\n\nBoy Toy tried to be manly about the excessive stimulation and occasional pain that was his lot in the all-girl school. It was his quiet, subtle, personal way of asserting himself in the face of being, well, a boy toy. Mostly, he managed to constrain himself to small grunts and whimpers. If anyone had cared to ask him about his most trying experience so far, he'd have had to point to the unforgettable gym class when he was tied securely on his back atop a vaulting horse. Each student, after a running start and a hop off a springboard, would straddle-jump over the horse, slamming both palms into his chest or belly for support as they flew over him. Some of the young women were heavier, some lighter, and by the end of it, he was in so much pain as to fear serious injury.\n\nThe way the English teacher now crushed his balls in her curled fingers was not so bad. He gasped and twitched but did not voice a sound. It was less about torture and more about control. \n\n\"Discuss how the phrase might be clarified, Boy Toy?\" she demanded. She had a slight transatlantic accent, perhaps a lapsed Englishwoman with many years on the other side of the pond.\n\n\"The... false implication...\" grunted Boy Toy, under duress, \"...is that Aliya and Kiersten are the red-headed girls.\"\n\n\"Red-haired.\" A squeeze before she let go. \"Which they manifestly are not. A comma before the 'and' would separate properly the three elements of the list.\"\n\nHe heard several chairs being pushed back and opened his eyes, realising that he had shut them to fight the pain. Two young women whose hair could be roughly described in shades of red (apparently dye counted) stepped away from their desks. Standing up on the other side of the classroom: an athletic, dirty-blonde ponytail who must have been Kiersten, and a very pretty petite who must have been Aliya, her tawny face framed by a headscarf.\n\nBoy Toy reflected, not for the first time, that by some measures he was in heaven. There was no overstating the variety and frequency of sex-play and sex itself that sprung from the minds of nearly three hundred eighteen- and nineteen-year-old girls, all frisky as jackrabbits. He was nowhere near sufficient to sate them, in any case, and most of what went on at the school did not involve him, but even scraps from the sapphic table made for a ravishing feast. And that was without getting into all the ways he was being incorporated into the lesson plans.\n\nOne of the redheads kissed him forcibly as she buried her hand under her skirt, clearly getting off on the domination. His head was forced backward, and her hair tickled his neck. He wasn't quite sure what was being done below, though he felt a sharp pain from a twisted nipple and the touch of several hands, like a school of fish, caressing his thighs and belly, sneaking over and under the ropes.\n\nAnd yet, he remained flaccid. That was the downside of his paradise; it was just too much. In the previous hour, he had served as a significant dispenser of protein in a culinary arts class. The hour before that, he had been used as an aid in trigonometry; quite a few data points for a plot of lengths and angles had been generated. He was sore, his brain was shattered by endless rinsing with dopamine and oxytocin, and he wanted to go home.\n\n\"Boy Toy, you will perform your function in my class,\" the teacher admonished him in clipped tones, \"I hope it will not be necessary to involve your prostate with the handle of this pointer.\"\n\nHe felt the teeth of the redheaded wannabe-domme on his neck and collarbone, her nails on his shoulder blade. Down and in front of him, Kiersten of the ponytail had hoiked up her skirt and her bright, smooth buttocks swayed as she rubbed herself against his groin and lap. And there was a gentleness to Aliya's hand, even as she targeted the oversensitive glans of his much-abused penis.\n\n\"It's fine, I'm just waiting for the mouth,\" he heard someone say. The fourth girl? Yes, he thought so.\n\n\"Returning to the comma,\" the teacher intoned, \"its use can be avoided in almost all cases simply by rewriting the sentence. Had I said, 'Today, Boy Toy will be molested by Aliya, Kiersten and the red-haired girls,' there would have been no confusion.\"\n\nHe felt himself stirring to arousal, slowly but surely, and took some pride from the fact. He thought of himself as Gulliver snapping the Lilliputian bonds. \n\n\"There we go!\" said the uninvolved red-haired girl, observing with a mocking grin. \"Finally!\"\n\nAliya's fingers held the base of his shaft tightly, helping trap the blood, and a moment later he was guided into Kiersten, who drove herself backward into him with gusto. Their combined momentum shifted the teacher's desk.\n\n\"Don't make a mess, please,\" the latter sounded an irritable note. \"Get serviced and return to your desks. We have a lot to cover.\"\n\nBound as he was, he was in no position to do anything for Kiersten beyond what she got out of his now-solid erection. She seemed to be doing just fine for herself, however.\n\n\"A number of style guides reject the Oxford comma entirely, while others swear by it. My advice would be to omit it unless it is truly necessary.\"\n\nThe dominant redhead began to slap his face, forehand and backhand, as she approached climax by way of her own fingers. \"You helpless little fuck,\" she said hoarsely, taking care not to raise her voice over the lesson.\n\n\"However, you must make up your own minds, weighing clutter against consistency.\"\n\nKiersten let out a moan, then another, and Boy Toy felt her muscles pulsate around his penis. One of the advantages of being the boy toy at the all-girls' school was a phenomenal education in the female sexual response. As he expected, she moved off him. He was left throbbing in the air.\n\n\"It plays into a core philosophy of your education here, which you already know: you are not to follow antiquated prescriptive rules, in grammar or anywhere else in life.\"\n\nAliya mounted him. She was significantly tighter and unlike Kiersten she chose a kind of half-standing orthodox cowgirl, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance. He could look into her eyes as she began moving. As cynical as he was about female beauty by now, there was something about those deep, brown irises, and that compassionate smile. It almost made him feel like a human being.\n\n\"When you leave this place, you will be equipped for leadership. You will take what you want when you want, tear up old rulebooks, and write new ones for others to follow.\"\n\nTo his astonishment, Boy Toy found that he was about to come, spontaneously, despite how spent he was from his dozens of orgasms that day.\n\n\"Oh!\" Aliya's heavy brows flew up in amused surprise as it happened. \"Um, miss?\"\n\n\"Oh, for goodness's sake, just put him on the desk and have him finish you orally,\" the teacher snapped. \"We really do not have all day.\"\n\nBoy Toy was lifted and repositioned. His numb butt screamed with pain and tingling as blood rushed back. His reality went dark: a skirt flew over his head like a hawk's hood, and he was alone with the moist flesh and musky scents that dwelled within.\n\nHe went to work, determined to do an especially good job. *Aliya, huh?* Perhaps it was time to start to play favourites."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Taking a human mate has become a status symbol for dragons because only the strongest, wealthiest, most intelligent, and most virile of dragons have the time, resources, and stamina to protect, care for, and satisfy humans. Dragons also do it for the mind-blowing sex only humans can provide.
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"content": "\"Okay, you can do this Aeria\" The dragon maiden reassured herself as she entered the store. Every inch of her turquoise scaly skin was covered by a thick winter jacket, lest her coworkers even catch a hint that it was her.\n\nShe wasn't entirely sure why she was so embarrassed about buying a human. She had overheard the other girls at the office talk about their humans almost boastingly. Yianna even laughed when she whispered how her human had been the best toy she's ever had.\n\n *Maybe that's why. I wasn't invited to chat with the girls again. I'm tired of being considered the boring one at the office.*\n\nAs she entered the elegantly designed store she realized her getup had the exact opposite effect she had intended. Far trendier dragonesses either glared at her for wearing a coat in spring, or tried ridiculously hard not look at her. \n\nShe kept her head down as she nervously walked to the service desk, passing all sorts of gadgets and creatures. Aphrodisiac insects, dragonfist strap ons, and other things her Bahamut upbringing wouldn't exactly approve of could be seen in the corner of her eye.\n\nThe rep at the desk, a short pale maiden with an ivory horn, saw her coming and dawned her faux friendly sales face. \n\n\"Hi\" She beamed, with the energy only someone who makes commission can muster. \"Do you need help finding anything?\"\n\nAeria completely forgot the lines she had prepared. \"No- yes! I mean, uh, I heard you might have, and it's cool if you don't, but do you have any-\"\n\n\"Humans, yes. This way please.\" \n\nThey strolled past even more toys and gadgets, and through double doors that kept out the smell of living creatures. \n\nAn impressed gasp escaped Aeria as she was led past walls and displays of dwarves, elves, and even some ogres. *Oh My!* \n\n\"You're in luck, we just got a new shipment of them.\" At the end of the maze of pets lay a walled-off section of humans in a large habitat. There were dozens of them in all sizes: tall and short, skinny and fat, male and female. Many were gathered around a tiny tv set in the corner but bolted into hiding when they saw the two dragons approach. A few braver ones stayed where they were, exercising or drinking, or even mating with one another. They were all so cute.\n\n\"Oh wow, there's so many different types. What can you tell me about having one?\"\n\nThe rep activated sales pitch mode \"Oh humans are great pets! They're self-reliant, loyal, and will pair with just about anyone. They are a bit on the pricey side and need quite a few amenities, but if you treat them right you'll have a friend for almost a century!\"\n\n\"Hmm, now when you say amenities.\"\n\n\"All part of the package. When one bonds with you it'll have an incredible devotion to you, but will need a lot of attention. You can leave food and water and the like out and they can handle that, but to keep them friendly you'll have to satisfy their sexual urges daily, sometimes more.\"\n\n\"Daily! By Bahamut, that's more than my last three boyfriends!\"\n\nThe rep leaned in, having rehearsed this part to a tee. \"That's the best part of having one. You'll have more fun than you could with twenty boyfriends.\" *Oh geez, what am I getting myself into!*\n\n*\"*Would you like to step inside and see if one takes a fancy to you?*\"*\n\n\\--\n\nIt was far cooler in the habitat than Aeria expected. The rep had explained that humans aren't magical like elves, so they can't as easily regulate their temperature. *Geez, the more we go, the more this seems like a big commitment for only 100 years.*\n\nThe astroturf beneath her feet felt soft and inviting as they ventured deeper into the habitat.\n\n\"They're safe, right?\"\n\n\"Oh yeah! They can't use magic and have no claws. Honestly, it's like they were made for cuddling.\" \n\nAll of the humans were in hiding now at the sight of the two. Aeria could feel their warmth though, as they huddled behind fake trees and rocks.\n\n\"You want a male one, right?\" She nodded.\n\n\"Ok, so draw the runes 'lover' 'man' and 'invite' with your thumb and middle claw.\" She obeyed, and a minute later the males began walking out of their hiding spots, eyes drawn to the young dragoness. They had an awed look about them.\n\nThe first one to approach was a taller male with curly blond hair. His muscles were fairly toned from climbing fake trees. Two intent-filled, green eyes studied her up and down, and she returned the favor.\n\nAeria loved this attention, she began to approach the male for a better look. \n\n\"Please be careful not to get too close.\" The rep warned. \"Once bonded with you, it's unlikely he'll bond with another.\"\n\n\"What does he see?\" She asked, noting that he continued to study her with incredible interest. His human cock was growing erect, making the angular shape that made them such prize creatures to own.\n\n\"We don't know exactly what they see when enchanted. The magic is hard to study. Whatever he sees though, I'd say he's pretty interested.\" *The feeling's more than mutual.*\n\nThe dragon pictured her life with this human. Days of coming home from grueling 12-hour shifts to have him massage her scales and see to her needs. She saw now why they were so eagerly adopted by the other girls. Were she not in public she'd eagerly bend over and try him out.\n\n\"This one is perfect.\" She finally said. \n\n\"Excellent, if you could draw 'you' and 'follow', We can step into the office to get the paperwork and payment sorted out.\" *Three months' salary and 100 years of my young adult life.* She thought. *Worth ever copper crown.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A royal princess/sorceress not wanting to lose her inheritance to her very honorable younger stepbrother, decides to seduce him, get pregnant and make him take responsibility and make her queen and their child, heir. It works and she’s queen but without power as she’s pumping out heirs still
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"content": "**0.**\n\nAleksander would be king, on virtue of having a *penis*, over her, by virtue she had a much more important job, according to her father. Life-giver. Mother. Singular queendom was not in the cards for her, because she owned a blasted uterus.\n\nAnd yet, Aleksander was, in a word, stupid. He knew little and less of politics and strategies, of war and what it would take to keep his people fed. How could he? He had not been raised a prince, not even born one. He was a prince solely because his mother stepped in to take up where hers had passed away.\n\nHer mother would have fought for her to be queen, she knew it. \n\nIt took weeks to formulate a plan, though many had come and gone. She could murder him, disgrace him, have him get lost at sea. But, after scheming and plotting, the answer became obvious when she saw her father and stepmother. Alandra had been a commoner, as had her son.\n\nUpon marrying the king, she became queen. But Aleksander would never wed her, no. Unless...\n\nThe thought was wicked, but it sent her looking for spells and potions. Fertility boosts, anything to ensure pregnancy. If she could get a child by him, he would be honor-bound to make a proper woman of her.\n\nAs his coronation came, Lysanna waited. His friends, as few as they were, saw him drink long and hard into the night until he could hardly see straight. And she saw an opportunity. She drank down her potion before she offered to help him to bed.\n\n\"You're so good to me,\" Aleksander hiccuped. She giggled softly, playing a demure act. He seemed to like those sorts of girls.\n\n\"What kind of older sister would I be if I let my brother, and *king*, make a fool of himself?\" Lysanna asked sweetly, then the potion hit her. Heat climbed into her chest, clawing up her throat, and down into her loins. At least she would enjoy this.\n\n\"I thought you hated me,\" he mumbled as they came to his door. She carefully opened it and helped him sit on the bed, before turning and closing the door again.\n\n\"Nonsense, Aleksy,\" she cooed as she turned to face him. \"How could I hate you?\"\n\n\"Cuz...\" He swayed. \"I took your place...\"\n\n\"Nonsense, nonsense,\" she said as she knelt in front of him. She reached into her pocket and produced a candy. \"This will help you to feel less ill in the morning. Take it now.\"\n\nAleksander, ever too trusting, took it and quickly ate it. He shook his head, his eyes focusing a little better than they had a minute ago. Had it a side-effect of sobering him up?\n\n\"You are a godsend, sister,\" he said as he smiled down at her. Like this, he almost looked handsome. Soft blonde curls, and sweet blue eyes, so foreign to her homeland. \"You are...\"\n\nHis face reddened. \n\n\"You should go.\"\n\n\"Is something wrong?\" Lysanna asked, feigning innocence as she leaned up and touched his forehead, leaning so her breasts were pressed against him.\n\n\"Oh, gods, Lys--\" Aleksander gasped. \"I-You-\"\n\nShe could feel his hard cock as her hand ghosted along his lap. Her fingers toyed with his belt, loosening it, then unfastened his pants enough to get her prize free. He looked down at her, bright blue eyes searching. Searching and desperate and hungry.\n\n\"You are king now,\" she whispered. \"Give your desire voice and see it done.\"\n\n\"We *can't*,\" he whined. \"We aren't wed-\"\n\n\"You wish to bed me?\" she asked plainly. He nodded and she pushed him back onto the bed. His cock was now in full view, proud, erect, and sizable. \n\n\"Lys-\"\n\n\"Let your stepsister take care of you,\" she crooned as she climbed atop him. She undid her corset enough to pull it open, revealing her breasts to him, but still keeping the sigil above her womb concealed. She could not risk him knowing. She could not risk *discovery*.\n\nShe straddled him and moaned as she sank down on his cock. Her hand moved to grasp one of his and she rode him, gentle at first, as he could not have made it any *more* obvious this was his first time. Even still, he shuddered and his cock swelled far too quick, and she had to quickly grab his shoulders and roll so she was underneath him, his cock pressing deep inside her, when he came.\n\n\"I-I-I am *so* sorry,\" he stammered. \"I-We-\"\n\n\"Can have another go,\" she cooed. \"Let's not stop just yet.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Free use office, but more of a femdom point of view
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"content": "Historians would later say it was a harsh overcorrection after millennia of a patriarchy.\n\nStephanie just thought that it served them right; They had it fucking coming. She had this thought while she was waiting for the IT guy to fix her computer. As usual, what's-his-name took forever. He kept making silly mistakes like typing in passwords incorrectly, or clicking the wrong icons by accident.\n\nTrue, there were some distractions happening to him, but that was just part of the job. She whipped out her phone with one hand, checking if anyone had yet replied about the kitchen situation. With the other hand, she kept polishing his knob.\n\n\"Stop squirming so much,\" she chided him.\n\n\"I'm sorry, but,\" he groaned, \"I've already been made to cum three times this morning, and *aaaahh*, I'm really sensitive!\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"Your own fault, really. If the computers just worked, we probably wouldn't bother you to have a look.\"\n\n\"Sorry miss!!\" he moaned. He was so close, but after three orgasms it was really difficult to get off again.\n\n\"And don't you dare get cum on my keyboard,\" she added, watching the red cock start to drip precum.\n\n\"I won't. Please. It's too much,\" he had stopped typing, unable to focus, his hands just gripping the desk, trying to sit still and bear it.\n\nStephanie stopped stroking him, and let go of his throbbing dick. \"I can see you're really bad at multitasking. I will make a note on your performance evaluation,\" she said, her voice full of disappointment. \"I will leave you to it then.\"\n\nShe walked out of her office, leaving the IT guy panting. No need to make him cum again. Let him stew a bit. The printer was not working either, and the three ladies who used it most had been positively livid. He was going to have a hard day.\n\n*Speaking of hard*, she thought, *Where's Matt?*\n\nPeter was the office ornament. Utterly incompetent at every job imaginable that was more difficult than clearing out the dishwasher, or making coffee. But he never got fired. In fact, he was well-liked and got great recommendations. She walked through the corridor, glancing into offices.\n\nThere was Melanie, enjoying a good pounding from behind by Jonathan, who had a bit of a pained face. Probably she had put those really tight cock ring on him she likes so much. Bit of a size queen.\n\nIn the small meeting room, the new intern was kneeling under the table, servicing the two girls from accounting.\n\nAcross the hallway, Terrence was sitting on one of the new chairs which allowed someone to sit on him. Natalia was pushing her naked ass onto his dick, lightly bouncing up and down as she was typing her e-mails.\n\nCassidy's office door was closed, but being the CEO, Stephanie allowed herself to crack it open and check anyway. She wasn't sure who the unlucky guy was whose red and bruised ass was pointing towards her, with Cassidy smacking it hard with a paddle, but it wasn't Matt: That butt wasn't nice enough by far.\n\nSurprised to not have found him already, she arrived at his actual office. Not a place where he spent a lot of time, as he was basically useless when it came to actual work. He one talent though: He was amazing at giving head. There was quite a bit of tension in the office, about who was allowed to have him under her desk how often and how long.\n\nHis office was empty. Stephanie scratched her head. It wasn't his toilet break time, so where did he end up? Then she noticed a shadow move under the desk.\n\n\"Matt, are you hiding under there?\" she asked into the room.\n\n\"No?\" came the answer in Matt's voice from under the table.\n\nStephanie closed the door behind her, \"And what are you not hiding from?\"\n\n\"Errr... Tammy,\" Matt replied, sticking his head out from his hiding spot and giving her an embarrassed smile.\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"Because according to her calendar, she has a 6 hour workshop planned this afternoon, and I really need to leave a little early. You know how she is. She hates me, and would make me miss my daughter's play.\"\n\nStephanie nodded. Tammy really was a bit of a bitch sometimes. Most times, actually. \n\n\"Tell you what, Matt. You can come take shelter in my office, and I'll claim you for the rest of the day.\"\n\nHis face lit up with happiness. He really was basically a puppy.\n\nShe gave him a diabolical smile, \"However, in exchange, you'll be wearing a special little something for the rest of the month.\"\n\nHe knew what that meant. Everybody knew Stephanie kept a collection of cock-cages in her office.\n\n----\n\nNot completely happy with the ending, but otherwise I think it's not so bad."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] dragons and damsels or knights
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"content": "For some reason, this prince(ss) is highly sought after by dragons. They get nabbed over and over again, sometimes from the possession other dragons, and each one wants to \"claim\" them... \n\n\nAll the attention sometimes makes their head spin, but they would have invested in better countermeasures if they didn't enjoy it.\n\n\n(Preferably the dragons have a humanoid form they can use. You can do any genders.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Reluctant Bondage
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"content": "[How about an image prompt?](https://i.imgur.com/ZgesOv7.jpg) \n\nWar makes for strange bedfellows. Once, she would have gladly done everything in her power to bring down the perverse Lilac Society. Yet here she was, begging the cult to pierce her most intimate places with their ecstasy charms, then bind her arms tight so that she might not lose herself to endless self pleasure. Only by mastering their strange ways of desire and control will she stand a chance against the terrifying lust magic of the invaders. Freeing the captured sisters of her sacred order depended on it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Winter mornings and warm company makes it hard for the prince to escape his bed.
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"content": "In the bedroom of a Nordic hut such as his, you'd expect nothing but soft, plush finery and the lingering warmth of the press of bodies and a roaring fire. \n\n\nNo such luck, the prince pondered, when your father took all of the virile females into his own chambers every night. Even the maids were kept by to stoke the fires and keep the hareem warm long into the day. But lo, he was strong in steed and seed, and all the women hoped to tame the beast and bear his children.\n\n\nOh how he wished there was someone to help warm his bed. With a sigh and no hand but his own for relief, he reached down and began the boring task of stroking his morning glory. He was fascinated at least, by how hard he could get upon waking, without any help at all.\n\n\nHe closed his eyes and began to envision the scene that must be unfolding over at the king's quarters; the women's bodies, tangled furs, warm sweat and even warmer juices flowing freely... But the enchantment didn't last long. He heard a soft patter, almost too soft to be of any concern, but a prince must be ever on his guard.\n\n\nOpening one eye slowly whilst continuing to masterbate (he couldn't show weakness after all), he saw one of the maids' daughters, eyes wide and inquisitive. He paused his stroking motion, feeling slightly softer in his hand as he tried to recall her age, yet a quick scan of his memory (and the full breasts filling the scratchy cloth of her tunic) had him back to full capacity. He was confident she was as old as he.\n\n\n\"What do you want, servant girl?\"\n\n\nShe swallowed hard, her throat working. \"My mother advised that I pay you a morning visit. Y-you must be cold,\" she said softly and her voice wasn't in the least bit unpleasant. \n\n\n\"I'm sure you are far too inexperienced for a prince,\" he said teasingly, holding her gaze. He was ready to slide his manhood into any warm woman, but he didn't want to appear too eager.\n\n\nShe straightened her shoulders, lifted her chin almost defiantly, and said louder than before \"I'm here for your pleasure, prince. And I've been practicing.\"\n\n\nWith that, she slid out of the tunic to reveal that she was entirely naked underneath. His body quivered as she slid into bed next to him; her skin was as cold as ice, but felt delicious.\n\n\nAs their lips touched and their hands gently probed, the prince, the maid and the bed warmed up considerably. And stayed warm all winter.\n\n\n--- I deleted this from my alt account --- it's my first time posting here, so I didn't know how far I could go; feedback would be appreciated! ---"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Rapture Row was a small strip of a town at the end of the civilized world. The place seemed to exist outside of time and most-assuredly outside of the law. Sex was the hottest commodity, slavery flourished here, and duels to the death weren’t exactly uncommon.
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"content": "When I hopped on that last boat, going to \"I don't care, wherever,\" I didn't expect to end up here. The sin in the air was almost palpable, like you could taste it -- to be fair, it may just be the lingering smell of sex, as you didn't even to step inside one of the openly-branded establishments to see someone having sex. In fact, as I walked along the sidewalk, hoping to find a place to get a meals without *additional toppings*, I could obviously hear the *clop, clop, clop* of a ballsack against a body. To confirm my suspicions, I looked up to see a man and a woman vehemently plowing their bodies against one another, bent over a bike rack. The fingers of one of his hands were in her mouth, the other hand was gripping bruisingly-hard around one of her breasts, while the other breast freely bounced. They had apparently been at it a minute, because by the time I passed them, he grunted and she nearly collapsed, her legs quivering in ecstasy. As I continued, I smirked, \"Damn, I think I'll have to find a cold shower.\"\n\nAs it turns out, all of the restaurants were also what were eloquently described as \"Pleasure Lounges.\" This one just so happened to also double as a sexed-up Ihop, and I wanted pancakes. As I approached the door, a very naked man was shoved out and then shot in the chest. Sex was one thing, murder was something else entirely. The rather large, hairy man, who shot the other man in the chest came out and pointed a finger at him, drawing upon a very pirate-esque accent. \"I told ye, boy, stay away from my asshole!\" The thought most certainly didn't intrigue me, I simply excused myself and slipped past him to go inside.\n\nPleasantly, the interior of the establishment smelled like vanilla and almond, with the vaguest hint of strawberry. I was thrilled that it, too, didn't smell like sex, though I'll admit my desire was increasing by the minute. Was it something in the air?\n\nSemi-expectedly, my waitress arrived completely unclothed. \"What'll you have, cutie?\" She asked me.\n\n\"I'll have...\" and I trailed, distracted by the moans of a waitress who was riding her client in the booth behind me. \"What he's having.\" And I laughed, but my waitress took that quite seriously. Before I could so much as a protest, she was unbuttoning my pants and had her lips wrapped quite tightly around my engorging cock. No one can be in their right mind and not get hard when that's happening. Furthermore, it may have been the messiest blowjob of my life. I half expected it to end there, but it didn't, as she came up from me, she spit in her hand and coated herself in it, before sliding down atop my cock. Either she was a good actress, or I'm bigger than I thought I was, because the sounds she made were incredible. On top of that, she fucked me like I'd never been fucked before... hard, fast, using muscle control that was almost magical. As a result, I came in under five minutes. And it was like she knew, because right as I was about to come, she dropped one deep thrust and clenched herself around me, milking my load inside of her.\n\nLittle did I know just how expensive that and those pancakes would be. \"Well, if it was so expensive, how did you pay?\" I'm sure you're asking.\n\nWell, the town had an opening for a male to service just about whatever. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a docket full of clientele to suck, fuck, and cuddle. \n\nYes, you heard me, *cuddle*."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM][TT] In this fantasy world, monster girls are often hunted by adventurers. Though no two hunts ever end up going exactly the same...
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"content": "A slightly old prompt of mine. It was answered but I hope it's okay I provide it anyway:\n\n- Femboy mage gets stuffed by futa monster girl(s) while writing a compendium on magical creatures.\n\nA slightly more fleshed out version if you'd like it specifically:\n\n- An effeminate male scholar of the magic arts aspires to catalog and document the existence of all the world's magical creatures. He starts with the common slime girl, an agreeable species that are rather populous and... intimately affectionate. Lost in the wilds of its supposed environment, the scholar wakes up in the nurturing arms of they very thing he sought to study.\n\nCould replace slime girls with alaraune or kraken or what have you. Yum tentacles (but no ovipos or impreg pls :<)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A Straight Girl and a Lesbian
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"content": "More than a year into university, a pair of roommates have, naturally, become very comfortable with each other and their new living situation... However, there are still a few things to be ironed out...\n\nOne woman, a lesbian through-and-through, is under the impression that her roommate is just as straight as she, herself, is gay... Despite this, she can’t help but develop a bit of a shy, unspoken crush...\n\nThe other, “straight” woman - known by almost everyone else except her roommate to be, in truth, bisexual - can’t help but notice the hungry way her roommate looks at her every so often... Appreciating it, she decides to employ some passive extroversion to coax the situation along...\n\nOne night, knowing full-well that her roommate is awake and within earshot, the “straight” woman begins to satisfy her own needs in bed... *Openly*... Almost *loudly*...\n\nLooking over to the other bed while she works away, she wonders just how long it will be before her roomie turns to sneak a peek at her... and just how long after that it will take before she takes the hint, and joins her...\n\n***\n\n(*I feel like I worded this one a bit convolutedly, so I’ll summarize for clarity; Lesbian thinks bi roommate is straight. Bi roommate plays with herself, hoping to entice lesbian into peeking at - and maybe sleeping with - her.*)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The worlds first competitive sex games
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"content": "“Our contestants today in the Male on Female Oral Race are Steven from the USA, Dmitri representing Russia, and Fernando heralding from Spain!!!” the announcer roared. The tiered stadium cheered in response as the three men entered the arena. Rotating his shoulders to limber up, Steven removed his shirt and waved at the crowd, drinking in the applause and the hoots. While this had been the first ever World’s Sex Olympics, clothing protocol for this race hadn’t been estabilished. He was of moderate build, not too muscular and with a bit of a gut, but he was not shy about his body. One had to be willing to do it all and show all to be here after all. Dmitri quirked an eyebrow at his American opponent, while Fernando raised a hand to the audience. They hushed as he, in a single fluid motion, removed his as well. The nations of Spain and America clashed in an eye lock, “It seems things are heating up on the floor, and we haven’t even gotten to the main event! Gentlemen, would you please take your places!”\n\nReferries ushered the men over to their positions. Women officials and volunteers were laying on their backs, with their legs spread. They had been selected so that there could be no variance between the women and they would be fair and impartial judges of the men’s abilities. “Now, you were told the rules,” one ref began, “but we’ll go over them once more. After a countdown from 3, we’ll announce ‘Go!’ That is when you’re allowed to begin. You’re only allowed to use your mouth, no hands or fingers are allowed and you’ll be disqualified if you are found using them. You will not only be graded on quickness, but satisfaction and technique as well. Do you all understand?” “Da,” “Si,” and “Yeah, yeah,” were the quick responses the judges heard. Steven looked on ahead to his judge, she was a pleasantly plump curly brunette hair, her sex had been neatly trimmed and was quite flushed. It seems like they had taken the time to prepare themselves ahead of the match. While from the waist down she was entirely naked, she did still wear a black and white vertically striped refs shirt. They locked eyes, and he could have sworn she winked at him. “3!” Steven tore himself from her gaze and got into game mode, “2! 1! Go!”\n\nDmitri and Fernado dove in with gusto. Their women gasped and moaned, holding on to the sides of the benches they laid on. Any type of hair pulling could be interpreted as “guiding” and was strictly against guidelines. Steven, however, had a different tactic. Sliding up her body, he took her loose refs shirt in his teeth and, with a devilish grin, forced in up her body. It seems that she hadn’t worn a bra as her B teardrop breasts fell free. “What’s this?!” the announcer called, “In an unprecedented move, USA has gone ahead to remove his judge’s shirt!” Steven began to kiss and massage her nipples with his mouth, encircling her areolas, slightly nibbling on them, and flicking them with his tongue. “We’re checking with the rules, but the judges have not stopped the contestants! It seems...this is entirely legal! What a shock from America!” While his judge initially gasped in shock, they had shifted to ones of pleasure and moans quietly escaping her. The other two judges sounded like they were far along as well, but Steven had just been warming up her up. Kissing down her body, ever so slowly, the judge gripped her handles and muttered “Come on, get to it already!” Finally making his way down in between her legs, he gave a light lick to her labia. The judge that had been holding her breath, let out a slight exhale, as if she had not fully been satisfied. Grinning to himself, he dove into her and tasted her.\n\nYou wouldn’t be able to tell by the sounds that Steven had started later than Fernado or Dmitri, because his judge was making just as passionate sounds as her fellow judges. Steven focused on the task at hand, and fell back on his training. Thankfully his judge had labia to play with, and toyed around mercilessly with his tongue. The fool immediately finds the clit and tries to get off his woman quickly by licking it. It’s what it seemed the other two countries went for. While it was a tried and true method, satisfaction came from drawing out the orgasm completely. Teasing it out to find the right rhythm of the receiver. Exploring her sex with his tongue, he deeply listened to her gasps and moans. Finding the right motions to take to enrapture her with his technique. Now, true, the build up was important, the delivery and the follow through were equally important. If you switch during the follow through, you lose every bit of momentum you had built up to. Sensing she was at the right moment, Steven licked up her pussy to find the clit and slowly made circles around it with his tongue. Her moans softened as he took this gentler approach, and his rivals thought they had it in the bag without America to contend with. Picking up the pace, though, his tongue gradually moved from circular to up and down. Longer licks turned into shorter flicks in time with her sounds and body movements. Soon she was making louder sounds that were echoing through the stadium, and surprised everyone (Steven most of all) when she clamped her thighs around his head and screamed as an orgasm rocked through her. But that wasn’t the end, he knew that the follow through was just as critical and carried his tongue motions through until she finally collapsed back on the table. Releasing his head and giving a thumbs up, Steven sat back and saw the other nations still going at it. Rubbing his neck from the soreness, Fernando finished up not long after, and Dmitri gave up eventually, unable to complete his task.\n\nAfter a few minutes, and a bottle of water, the judges conferred. “The gold metal for the Male on Female Oral Race is...The United State of America!” Steven was shown on the jumbotron with a proud smile on his face, a shiny gold medal around his neck, and a shapely bulge in his pants as well. Fernado came in sexond with the silver, and poor Russia got the bronze. “Now, stay right where you are, as we quickly clean up the stage and get ready for the Male on Male Oral Race!”\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThought I would write up something short and quick. I had given some thought to the M/M race as well, and might write that up. Let me know what you think, or if you enjoyed just toss an upvote to your writer! Thanks!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] That face I make when I'm trying not to cry
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"content": "Sweet and funny, a very nice little short. The only thing that I'd point out is this sentence:\n\n\n> She stroked her apples and bent down to kiss her and Mo met her in the middle.\n\n\nThe apples are... her cheeks, I'm guessing? The metaphor threw me on first read. Also, double 'and' tends to make for an awkward sentence structure. You could make the middle an insert: \"apples, bending down to kiss her, and Mo\" or maybe use a semicolon.\n\n\nStill, a lovely read. I always enjoy your stories."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a successful dungeon raid, the party decides to... well... party.
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"content": "After everything we had been through together, after all the danger we had faced, after all the things we pushed through as a team, we all just decided to stop pretending that some of has had not fallen in love with the others.\n\nNo one would have ever guessed that the grumpy dwarf Sir Malimar, champion chosen by the dwarven gods themselves, would EVER have fallen for Nenira our Dragonborn Warlock. But I must admit, I would occasionally catch the glint of adoration in his eyes when he looked at her. The way the sunlight danced from her golden scales, her big, bright blue eyes, oh yes he was smitten with her from day one. And let me tell you a little something about dwarven stamina. When they get going, they do not stop until the job is DONE. We did not see that particular liaison stop, temporarily at least, until Nenira screamed out loud in the most ecstasy we had ever heard from her, and heard her head thud down unconscious onto the pillow. If we had not helped her fulfill her contract with her devil patron, I would have sworn he pounded that devil out of her. They were perfect for each other.\n\nIt was always kind of obvious that the Elven Druid, Elliot and the Teifling Bard, Cinnamon would end up together at some point. They had teased and flirted with each other more then the others, and they had even shared a night together. But what no one expected was for this Teifling, this woman who had made kings tremble with her words, the woman who made a demon cry, the woman who humiliated entire royal courts with her comedy routines to be the biggest... whats the word she said....ah yes, kinky submissive this side of the material plane. Well, in all honesty, maybe there were a few who saw it coming. But what no one could have predicted was soft spoken Elliot of all people being the perfect dominant partner for her. I was honestly surprised what he could do with a few vines and that druid craft of his. Never had I heard a tree vine crack like a whip before. But she loved it, and they loved each other.\n\nAnd now we move on to me. When I met these wonderful people, I was in a shell thicker then the mountain I was born on. But slowly, day after day, and victory after victory, this stoic Goliath was chiseled out of his icy stone prison by this wonderful party. But it was one particular person in this band of misfits that contributed in a very special way. Almost instantly when we first met, she saw through that shell. She could see that my barbaric rage on the battlefield was not fueled by anger, but intense focus and devotion to battle. She did not see me as just a simple half giant doing what half giants do like the others.\n\nNo, she saw my unrivaled commitment to what I believe is the purpose the gods have given me. And as she told me with her own soft lips, it reminder her of herself. Her devotion to the goddess of love and healing. I had witnessed her do whatever it took to restore love and peace to fractured and angry villages about to tear themselves apart. Her words had prevented a war between kingdoms because she taught the king to love again. And needless to say, every single time I dove head first into a horde of enemies, taking every bit of attention that I could off of my friends so they would not get hurt, she always saw that I did it because I care deeply for all of them, and used her powers to pick me back up. Especially when I was at my lowest.\n\nShe may have taught the king to love again, but that little Kobold taught me to love full stop.\n\nMagnar the Goliath and Tika the Kobold, now there's an unusual combination. But I don't care. I love her. And honestly, after this night, I think I love her even more. The royal suite at this inn made the perfect backdrop for Cinnamons proposed party orgy. The dwarven gods would never want their paladin to say not to a good party, and hey Tika is a cleric of the goddess of love after all. So off we went, sharing a wonderful night with each other.\n\nConfessions of love left and right, the sounds of floorboards and bed frames breaking (primarily my fault I'll admit, but I'm a half giant, leave me alone) littered the night, and who could blame us? We had all been boiling this pot so much that it was bound to pop eventually. I thought I would have to be careful with Tika due to our particular size difference but that little Kobold could handle just about anything, even a bulge in her stomach as huge as it was. As the night went on I got the hang of what she liked, especially when I grabbed her horns and gave her a few hard spanks. Malimar on the other hand was by no means gentle even to start with, going all in and all out from the get go, much to Neniras delight. Not once through the entire night did she ever have to scream \"don't stop\" or \"harder\" because as we came to learn, dwarfs go all or nothing on ANYTHING.\n\nOnce everything got going and Cinnamon got into the mood, she confessed what she wanted Elliot to do to her, what she wanted to be for him, and what she wanted him to be for her. He got the hang of it rather quickly. Once that dominant side of him came out and he hit his stride, he calmly ordered her to strip, get down on her knees on a soft pillow he provided, and put her hands behind her back. Once she happily obeyed, even going so far as to bow to him, it was all over for her from there. She trusted him, especially due to the fact that he had saved her life. But it was even deeper then that. She trusted him to take control and to be the guiding will she wanted knowing that he would never hurt her after he had proven it so many times.\n\nWe got to witness her being tied up in the most artfully crafted restraints in wonderfully elegant and sensual poses. Elliot really knew how to make beautiful and, according to her, comfortable rope harnesses out of those vines. What Cinnamon was particularly delighted in was when Eliot turned to us and asked if we would like to have some turns. We learned in that moment that those draconic girls were particularly... lets tentatively call it \"curious\" about how that kind of relationship works. Tika got a few particular ideas on what she wants me to do to her which I would gladly partake in. Nenira and Mallimar on the other hand... I think Malimar is going to have to put that dwarven fortitude of his to good use.\n\nAs the night went on, eventually we all got to sharing time with other members of the party rather then the ones we had fallen completely in love with. But it always came back to the loving couples. I was surprised when Elliot expressed an interest in me, and the girls seemed to think the pairing was a good idea. I won't say I hated the time I spent with him. It was a night of trying new things. He certainly seemed to enjoy it, and I know for a fact the girls did as well judging by their oos and ahhs... and their giggles.\n\nTika and Nenira decided they wanted to explore their more primal draconic sides with each other. It was interesting to say the least to see Tika get so... savage. And according to the rest of the party, she was that way with me as well from an outside perspective. I guess I just didn't notice. Nenira noticed for sure, but in the best way possible.\n\nWhat truly capped off the night was that all of this got to be witnessed by the Lich whos dungeon had been the reason many of these feelings of love had been revealed in the first place. Life threatening danger tends to do that. But thanks to a handy imprisonment spell scroll we picked up, he was trapped in his own bleached bejeweled skull, unable to speak, but able to see, hear and suffer trapped in his own mind, unable to re form thanks to us destroying his phylactery, and essentially using that spell to turn his own skull into a new, albeit unimaginably worse phylactery. Now he gets to serve as our prized trophy, getting to see all this fun, but doomed to never partake in the pleasures he forfeited when he voluntarily became undead. It was at that moment I realized how sadistic we were as a party, Malimar in particular as he was the first one to speak the idea we were all thinking. With no hesitation I might add. However he did kill and sacrifice innocent people. So I'd say he deserves it. It still worries me that we all laughed out loud and agreed so quickly though....\n\nAll in all it was a wonderful night of feasting, drinking, sex and... oh right! I forgot to mention the maidens who ran the tavern who had come to our room to give us food and drink. What, did you honestly think we weren't going to invite them to join in on the fun? Shame on you.\n\nBut yes, all in all we made quite the mess of that suite, had a wonderful night with each other, and will likely have many more to come once we all regain our spent libido."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fetishistic Fantasy Adventures
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"content": "Dungeons just so happen to be filled to the brim with kinky traps, most commonly equipping careless adventurers with a piece or two of restrictive equipment per trap. And if the trap's not restraining an adventurer, it's taking advantage of the fact that they already are.\n\nMost parties have a member who's good at sniffing them out, but one party in particular lacks such talents. As such, she volunteers to run a little farther ahead than everyone else and trigger all the traps, \"tanking\" them in a sense. It's not as if she's doing it out of pleasure or anything..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] [EU] Super Smash(ing) Sisters
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"content": "If I'm not mistaken, I've got something here for every adult character except the JRPG and Fire Emblem ones, which I know nothing about.\n\n---\n\n**Shippy/Character-Based Prompts**\n\n---\n\n - Bayonetta and Luigi go on a romantic date, and she has the time of her life.\n\n - Richter, a simple medieval warrior, falls head over heels in love with Samus, a master of all sorts of advanced technology that seems like magic. He is back to being a blushing youth when she so much as smiles at him.\n\n - Princess Daisy would like nothing more than to get railed by a ferocious monster, but they're all oblivious to her. Incineroar is too busy working out. Ridley won't give her a chance. Donkey Kong is too busy organizing his banana collection. mewtwo is too busy meditating. She devises a plan to get her ass blasted, or die(make a fool of herself) trying.\n\n - Little Mac and the Wii Fit Trainer bond over being the only normal human athletes in the entire place. Amidst all this cartoony madness, they have the most vanilla, fluffy, healthy romantic relationship you can imagine.\n\n - Terry Bogard and Ryu, simple martial artists, work together to woo Palutena and Rosalina, literal space goddess princesses, who at first seem totally out of the boys' league.\n\n - Simon Belmont hears that Bayonetta is a witch, but his attempts to hunt her down and stop her evil witchcraft just end with him wrapped around her finger.\n\n - Bowser, King Dedede and King K. Rool are harmless \"evil rulers\", who \"ravage innocent maidens\" and \"capture sex slaves\" but only in a fun way, for ladies who are into it. Their idea of brutal, dehumanizing torture is a rough massage, or making someone wear a dunce cap. Maybe they tickle their prisoners with a feather. They genuinely suck at actually being horrible people.\n\n - Dr. Mario, a scientist, jumps at the chance to study Dark Samus' bizarre alien anatomy first hand when she shows up at his clinic one night.\n\n - Olimar and Bowser bond over being single fathers, and find romance they thought they had grown out of.\n\n - R.O.B., seemingly a simple robot, is actually the ultimate sex toy. With his reinforced titanium frame and advanced hydraulics, inhumanly powerful women like Bayonetta and Dark Samus come to him so they don't have to worry about accidentally crushing their lover.\n\n - Metaknight is a sensual, romantic, thoughtful gentleman. he's even rich and powerful. Shame he's basically just talking beach ball. However, Samus, who's slept with many aliens, is willing to give him a chance.\n\n---\n\n**Just the fucking, please**\n\n---\n\n - Bayonetta turns Ganondorf and Captain Falcon into her loyal submissive fuck pets.\n\n - Mario and Link trade princesses. However, the princesses have cooked up their own surprise for the boys. [insert fetish of choice].\n\n - Mario is so cute and gentlemanly that he has to put up with women constantly trying to seduce him, but he's loyal to Peach. However, for his birthday, she suggests that, just for one day, he can cheat on her as much as he wants, as long as he tells her all the sexy details later.\n\n - Cloud in a dress and Link in his gerudo costume double team Shiek. Cloud and Link roleplay as two girls arguing over a hot guy. There is much gender confusion to be had.\n\n - Pit and Dark Pit go on a double date with Samus and Dark Samus. It turns into a heated rivalry in the bedroom.\n\n - Despite appearances, Wario is actually a gentle and compassionate lover, if you can get past the smell of garlic.\n\n - Fox, Lucario, Sonic, Banjo, and all the furry guys have a big old yiffy gay orgy.\n\n - Snake inflitrates the girl's locker room on what he believes is an important covert mission, only to discover that they've actually set him up and they're all excited to gangbang him.\n\n - Bayonetta and Dark Samus gang up on Link, who surprises them with how well equipped he is to defeat dark witches and space monsters.\n\n - what is it like for a 3d person to have sex with someone 2d like Mr. Game-n-Watch? What does that even mean? Is it possible?\n\n - Mario invites Dr. Mario to a threesome with him and Princess Peach. once they're naked, it's like Peach has two identical boyfriends.\n\n---\n\n**Meme Tier Prompts**\n\n---\n\n - Isabelle tops Ridley.\n\n - Everyone love's Kirby's adorable round shape and cute personality, but not everyone knows that he has a giant veiny cock and a god-like libido. He's still just the size of a beach ball, though.\n\n - Jigglypuff is looking for love in all the wrong places, she keeps confiding in Piranha Plant about her failures, but eventually, she realizes that Piranha Plant is the only one that is always there for her and understands her feelings. (I triple fucking dog dare you to try and make this genuinely romantic)\n\n - all the fire emblem characters try to explain who they are and how fire emblem's continuity works while taking turns servicing the reader(the reader's Mii, perhaps?).\n\n - Pac Man vores someone. Maybe he and Luigi hunt some ghosts and it's romantic or something. I have no idea how Pac-Man could be made sexy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] [dark] It turns out Barker Tree's Infinity Device is real. And it turns out my housemate decided to use it on me one Saturday to slowly, torturously, edit reality itself until I'm his loving, devoted, smol and painfully stacked wifey.
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"content": "I yawned as I stepped out of my room, wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants. It was already noon, but that didn't bother me much. I didn't get nearly enough sleep during the week and basically had to make up for it on the weekend. It kinda sucked to waste a good chunk of my Saturday on sleep, but it certainly felt good to actually be well rested. As I stepped into the living room, I could see my roommate, Todd, fiddling with something, his eyes wide. \"Hey man, what's that?\"\n\nHe jumped as I spoke, looking up from the... whatever it was. He looked at me, his eyes wide. \"Paul, hey... It's-\" he cut himself off, looking down at the device. \"I found it this morning... at a thrift store.\"\n\n\"Okay, but what is it?\" I asked, heading into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. No answer came, even as I downed the water and headed back to the living room. As I entered, I saw him moving the thing around, then he flipped a switch. The device started clicking, and it cast a light on me. In the moment that it struck me, everything around me seemed to take on more detail. It was as though I had never seen the world before, like I had been wandering through life with my eyes closed, and now they were open for the first time. \"Wha-?\" I was barely able to even say that much.\n\n\"Easier to show you than explain, I guess,\" Todd said. He seemed to think for a moment, his eyebrows knitting together until he nodded slightly. \"You're a teacher.\"\n\nIt was my turn to look confused. I wasn't a teacher. \"No, I'm an accountant. I-\"\n\n\"You're a teacher. You teach... 11th grade English.\" \n\n\"I... I don't teach. I...\" I shook my head. What the hell was wrong with me? I was an accountant. I could remember taking the classes, taking my math skills and putting them to work. I didn't even like English in school.\n\n\"You're an 11th grade English teacher.\"\n\n\"I am...\"\n\n\"Say it. You're an 11th grade English teacher.\" \n\n\"I am... an 11th grade English teacher?\" I asked, even somehow knowing it was true. I could feel my mind shifting. The memories of my old class, my old work were there, but faint. I could now remember delving into classic stories, searching for the meaning and tearing apart the structure. \"What the hell?\" \n\nThe light flipped off and Todd tossed something toward me. I recognized it easily enough. My college diploma. \"Look at that,\" he said. \n\nI opened the booklet that the diploma was stored in and gasped as I saw it. Right there, in black and white: Paul Foley, my major changed from Accounting to English and Education. \"What the fuck?\"\n\n\"This device... it changes reality,\" Todd said. \n\n\"And you made me an English teacher?\" I asked. \"Why?\" \n\n\"To show you, but also no. I didn't make you an English teacher, Paul. You've always been one.\" \n\nI opened my mouth to protest, but... he was right, wasn't he? I had always been interested in English. Ever since Freshman year when Ms. Daniels had finally gotten through to me and made me see how great stories could be. The fact that she had been pretty hot hadn't hurt either. After that, it had been set in stone. But... that was wrong, wasn't it? I had preferred math and become an accountant, hadn't I? I remembered making far more money, and the long hours being almost worth it because of that.\n\nMy rumination was interrupted by the light flipping back on, and my focus being expanded again.\n\n\"You won't resist any changes I want to make to you,\" Todd said. \n\n\"What? Todd, you can't-\"\n\n\"You won't resist any changes I want to make to you with this device. Say it.\" \n\n\"I won't... resist...\" \n\n\"You won't resist any changes I want to make to you with this device.\" \n\n\"I won't resist any changes you want to make with that device,\" I said, relenting. It felt like a weight being lifted off my shoulders to admit that.\n\nTodd smiled and nodded, mostly to himself, I figured. He seemed to hesitate, holding off on whatever he was about to say while I just took all of existence as it was laid out before me in. Finally, he seemed to steel himself for it. \"You're a woman.\"\n\nMy eyes shot open. \"No I'm not!\" I said. \n\n\"You are a woman. Say it.\" \n\n\"I won't say... I'm a...\"\n\n\"You're a woman.\" \n\n\"I... I am...\"\n\n\"You're a woman.\"\n\n\"I'm a... woman?\"\n\n\"You're a woman,\" Todd said, his eyes locked onto me.\n\n\"I'm a woman,\" I repeated. I swept some strands of brown hair out of my eyes as I looked down. A white tank top and pink sweatpants for pajamas, modest breasts, and light brown hair that hung around my shoulders. All of it strange yet familiar. I thought back to my earlier memories. Ms. Daniels no longer a sexual fantasy who had led me to discover my love of literature, but a role model. A woman I could look up to who had taken me under her wing.\n\n\"Your name is Mia,\" Todd said. \n\n\"My name is... Paul, not Mia.\"\n\n\"Your name is Mia.\" \n\n\"My name...\" \n\n\"Is Mia.\" \n\n\"My name... it's Mia,\" I said. My name wasn't Paul, of course, because that would be a silly name for a girl.\n\n\"You're my girlfriend, Mia,\" Todd said.\n\nMy blood ran cold at that. I realized this was no mere example. \"No, please...\"\n\n\"You're my girlfriend. Say it.\" \n\n\"I'm... I'm your... g-g-\" I stopped, trying to force myself to say roommate. Friend. Anything but that.\n\n\"You're my girlfriend.\"\n\n\"I am... your... girlfriend.\" \n\n\"You are deeply in love with me,\" Todd said, sitting on the arm of the couch.\n\n\"I am... deeply... in love with you,\" I said. My resistance to the machine was weakening, or something...\n\nTodd smiled and flipped the machine off. I let out a breath like I had been holding it the whole time the thing had been on and looked up as Todd stood and approached me. Had to look up, I realized, because I was now shorter. Todd was about 6 feet, an inch or so shorter than I had been. Now? Now I was maybe 5'7\". \n\n\"Why?\" I asked, as he approached. He grabbed my chin, tilting my head up, and kissed me on the lips. I wanted to fight, to pull away... at least mentally. Instead, I found myself melting into him and wrapping my arms around his neck as he reached behind me, grabbing my butt. It felt so familiar, like we had done it hundreds of times. I knew we had and we hadn't.\n\nHe broke the kiss, pulling away just enough that he could speak. \"How about we get dressed and head out for some brunch. We can continue this a bit later?\"\n\nI wanted to fight, to convince him that enough changes had been forced upon me. Instead, I found myself nodding. Because I couldn't resist the changes he wanted to make to me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I'm horny, pass the halfling."
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"content": "Two orcs are sitting by the campfire.\n\nI'm horny, pass the halfling. - says one of them.\n\nThe second one stands up and reaches his hand into a pit. Inside it a dozen tiny halfling girls are covering in the corners. They are pushing eachother out of the way trying to avoid getting grabbed. All of them are very thin even for their size as the orcs don't really bother feeding them very often. They have spent a long time living in a cramped pit with nothing to sleep on.\n\nOrc's finally grabs one of them as she screams and flales her hands. Others do nothing to save her being happy that they avoided being an orc's toy for today.\n\nShe is pulled out of the pit and thrown on the ground. The other orc picks her up before she has time to stand up. She is begging and crying but she is not shure that they even understand her language. If they do they don't seem to pay any attention.\n\nThe orc pushes her against his dick and starts rubbing it with her body. She realizes in horror that it's about half her height in length. She tries to grab his dick in a pointless effort to impress him hoping to avoid being used as a cock sleeve.\n\nThe orc doesn't seem to notice. Her hands are too small and her movements to unsignificant for him. He pushes her crotch against the tip of his dick and starts to push. She holds her breath. The pain starts to pierce her body and she almost blacks out. Moments later she starts to feel that about half of orcs dick is already inside her. She lets our a scream of pain.\n\nThe orc doesn't seem to care about her pain or pleasure and starts jerking himself off with her body. She slowly goes limp from pain and starts to black out. Last thing she thinks is that it's finally happened. She was living in a pit for months avoiding being used and planning an escape. Now she is an orcs toy forever. After that she won't have sex with anyone her size again.\n\nMinutes or hours later she wakes up on the cave floor. Her whole body aches and there's a puddle of smelly orc cum larger than her body around her. She tries to move. First the fingers than the arms. Finally she is slowly crawling, she sees light for the first time in months, exit of the cave is right there! \n\nShe crawls towards it leaving the trail of cum behind her. And then she feels a tight grip of orc's hand on one of her legs as she is dragged back into the cave. The orc drops her back into the pit as she realises that this is going to happen again...\n\nAnd again..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Caught with alcohol on campus, Elizabeth now awaits her punishment from the dean (ENF)
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"content": "Elizabeth sat in the cold leather chair, she had already been caught drinking on campus. There was no way she was going to talk her way out of this, there was still the smell of alcohol reeking through her pores. She looked up from the ground at the dean, this was her first time seeing him since orientation.\n\nThe dean wore the ceremonial robes of a blessed incubus, his figure was strong and imposing with just the right amount of muscle. Small banners with the schools fish logo hung from his horns. His spade tail flicked between the split in the back of his robe. \"I run a tight ship but I am a flexible teacher. I don't care that you want to drink but bringing it on the campus is a health risk.\"\n\n\"Magic messes with human's ability to do magic.\" Elizabeth repeated the line.\n\n\"Yes but a human mixed channels are nothing compared to my satyr and dragon blooded students. I have oni here. Oni! you pompous fool. I'm going to have to set an example it seems.\" Dean Raggar nodded and flicked his tail. \n\n\"Alright. One month of black room duty.\" Raggar flicked his tail at her. \"You will still attend classes but your curse will remain in effect until one month is cleared. Consuming any alcohol will extend the curse by two days. By my right as Dean, I enforce this rule.\"\n\nElizabeth blinked and she was sitting in a black room. \"Woo. Very scary Mr. Dean. I'm in a time out corner.\" She crossed her arms and looked about the room. There was no doors, a single toilet, a bath, a bed, and a desk. She noticed that she was completely naked her pale skin stood in stark contrast to the nearly black room. She paced in thought around the room, without a wand she would even attempt to break a spell of being so close to being a demon lord. \n\nThe room suddenly became bright as all of the darkness gave way to a classroom. The entire room was sitting on a desk in her afternoon class, dozen's of eyes of her fellow students gazed at her. The teacher patted the room with an enormous hand that passed through the box. Ms. Douglass was an old Minotaur woman with a sour expression on her cow like face.\n\n\"For you new student's allow me to introduce you to one of the corporal punishments at this school. The dean calls it the black box or black room. It's a multi-layer spell that takes six hours to cast by a weak untrained human or point zero three seconds by a competent human mage. We teach this spell as one of the final examination. Now look at your desks.\"\n\nTo Elizabeth vision the clear walls became individual windows filled with people looking at her with expressions that ranged from disgusted to aroused. \"Hey you can't do this to me. Let me out, I'll tell my family to get your stupid school shut down.\"\n\nMs.Douglass snorted like a bull, \"You agreed to this during orientation. Now class you'll noticed that in the projection there is an option that says P, A, and M. These are attached to her Vagina, Ass, and Mouth separately. Using any mirror or reflective surface you can stick anything into these orifices without doing any lasting harm or damage to her. She will feel all the sensation associated with that, for example.\" \n\nMs. Douglass moved to the whiteboard as pushed a little mana into it. She selected the A option and Elizabeth ass appeared hanging out of the wall completely with her cross shaped birth mark. The real Elizabeth was still standing in the room but she could feel the cool air from the class against her cheeks. \n\nMs. Douglass reared back a hand and swung forward with force just shy for breaking bones. The class collectively flinched as Elizabeth let out a shrill shout of protest while rubbing her ass in the small room. \"As you can see, I hit her had enough to possibly leave a large bruise. The her inside the box is completely unhurt but look to the mirror in her container.\"\n\n**Ms. Douglass spanking -20 seconds**\n\n\"The punishment time is reduced as things are done to her. I've seen a teacher enter and get his year sentence reduced to a day.\" Ms. Douglass shuddered at the memory. \n\n\"Teachers can go in here?\" An elf girl asked from the back of the class, a parrot perched on her shoulder mimicked the question.\n\n\"Yes. Even the dean himself. No body is above the rules at Coldwell. I've taken a turn in there once.\" Ms. Douglass shrugged and noticed that several male students raised their hands.\n\n\"Let me guess, you all have to suddenly go to the bathroom or to your car?\" The Minotaur rolled her eyes. \"Rather than have you miss the class. Just come up to the front and get a mirror.\"\n\nElizabeth watched in horror as more face leered down at her, while the class continued. Every so often she would feel a finger rubbing between her legs. A tongue drifting for a taste of her lips. She shivered at the sensations, they didn't come one at a time but as a single wave of unchecked lust. \n\n**Matt fingering -.01 seconds**\n\n**Jake anal prodding -1 second**\n\n**Katie vibrator insertion -.001 second per second**\n\n**Dark Bob teabagging -.03 second per second**\n\nElizabeth moaned while her hands drifted between her legs, she caught herself as she noticed the eyes of the class on her. They wanted to see her get off. \"You can stop staring at any time now.\"\n\nA few student looked away which removed the private window from her room. \"Hey Ms. D, Am I supposed to do my business in here?\"\n\n\"Yes. You can clearly see the toilet.\" She said without breaking stride. \n\nThe old cow dismissed her class and looked down to the projection on her desk. \"Well Elizabeth. If you just want to talk to a single person push on their face in the screen. Long as you hold it, you are just talking to the person you can see. Otherwise you are going to be broadcasting to everyone.\" \n\n\"This is a screwed up punished me. Those guys are going to ruin me..\" She turned and noticed that the far wall was filling up with faces so fast that another wall was quickly being filled.\n\n\"Oh. The guys are going to be nice, it's the other girls you gotta watch out for. The guy might jam his dick in a hole and get off.\" The elderly bovine was cut off by a moan.\n\n** Kyle fucking -5 seconds **\n** John fucking anally -10 seconds **\n** Stephanie orally using extreme dildo. -100 seconds**\n\nThe list started to stack up as Elizabeth felt her throat bulge even though she could still breathe. She felt dozens of cocks rolling inside of her at different tempo's and sizes. She stumbled backward to the cacophony of grunts, moans, and laughs. She squeezed her legs together even as more cocks were added to the list of sensation. Some of them weren't even human by the size of them. She felt her walls being stretched even though her body was completely unharmed. She started to take in the faces of the other students, some of the faculty, and even a few of the animals used in magic testing. The last face she remember seeing before she passed out was the face of the culinary class. A succubus with bright red eyes and a sweet disposition, that same face was holding a dildo the size of a human arm with the shape of a horse tip ending in a dog knot. Elizabeth welcome the sweet oblivion before she felt that inside of her.\n\n**Chef Becky sodomy with oversized dildo soaked in succubi mana -2 weeks.**\n\nElizabeth awoke to an imp kicking her in the shoulder. \"Ow.\" \n\n\"Up. Up. Need clean. Take receipt.\" The imp handed her a large stack of papers that detailed every thing that was done to her and by who. \n\n\"What is this for?\" She moaned, her body feeling very tingly as if she knew she should be tired and sore but simply wasn't.\n\n\"Others will break rules. You can remember. Also my name on list, KenKen never break rules. No stick stinky human dicks in KenKen. Now out.\" The imp was a little black ball of aggression as it pushed her out with a tiny broom. \n\n\"I need a drink.\" Elizabeth moaned as she exited into her dorm room as the black room's entrance vanished behind her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your significant other is cripplingly shy and hardly lets out a peep during sex. You’re determined to hear them speak up.
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"content": "NOTE: Contains sex with a transgender woman and some mention of body dysmorphia.\n\n***\n\n“It’s Tuesday night,” Dave told Eve as the end credits rolled on the TV screen. “Are you still in the mood?” His hand was under the covers already, and he laid his hand on her warm thigh. The flannel fabric shifted little as he massaged Eve’s leg, watching her face.\n\n“Mmm hmm,” she mumbled, her eyes shut. “Turn off the TV.” \n\nHe reached for the remote on the side table and turned on the lamp.\n\n“What are you doing?” she asked, surprised. Eve pulled the bed sheet up to her nose, her painted fingernails holding it close.\n\n“I thought that, maybe tonight we could make love with the lights on.”\n\n“Oh...oh. I don’t think.... I’m... I’m not ready, Dave. It’s too soon. Let’s do it like before.” Eve turned away, over to her side and he could see the curve of her hips under the blanket.\n\n“Sweetheart, I don’t want to pressure you, I love you,” he said softly, rubbing her hip. “I love you more than anyone on this planet, more than anyone who will ever *be* on this planet. I just want to see you. All of you.”\n\nEve relented and turned back around, peeling the blanket down to her waist. She watched Dave’s expression as she unbuttoned her top. “Are you sure?” she asked as the last one gave way and her top fell open, revealing her small breasts. \n\nDave slipped his hand over her waist and kissed her, moving his lips lower, over her neck and shoulders, kissing the nape before closing over her nipple. Eve gasped, unable to put her pleasure into words. Instead she ran her fingers through his dark hair as he licked and sucked on her buds. Eve’s heart was racing, pumping blood faster, swelling her shaft, straining against the fabric of her panties. \n\nDave let out a groan when she raked his back, then began to move lower. He was kissing her belly button when she realized what was happening and pulled his hair. “No Dave, not yet,” she said, red-faced. “I’m not...I’m still...it’s still there. The hormone therapy....” \n\nHe let out a sigh and slowly crawled back up to her face. “Remember the doctor said it could only go so far. The rest would be through CBT. Eve, you are the bravest woman I know, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You are so much more to me than the sum of your parts.” \n\nEve blushed and wiped a tear from her eye. “You always know how to cheer me up.” She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, trying to remember her exercises. Dave ran his fingers through her hair as she made peace with herself. Eve opened her eyes and found Dave staring at her with a serene expression. “Thank you,” she whispered.\n\n“I have something for you,” he said. “Something for us.” Dave opened his side table and retrieved a wireless wand vibrator. The black handle was small, and when he clicked it on, a silver band near the nub lit up, pulses encircling the toy. It hummed loudly, then more vigorously as he clicked the button again and again. \n\n“I’ve never used one before,” Eve said, staring at the glowing circles. She swallowed a lump in her throat as he brought it closer to her. “Can I hold it?”\n\nDave turned it off and shook his head. “After tonight, but I want to give you an incentive to come out of your shell a bit more and love your body as much as I do. First, I want you to get naked.”\n\n“Stop, no,” she protested lightly, hiding her face in her hands. She opened her fingers a sliver and peeked at the wand in his hand. “Do I...do I have to?”\n\n“No, of course not, love. But this is what you’d be missing,” he replied, then held the toy against her nipple. The toy’s vibrations rippled through her body and she giggled uncontrollably. “Ha! Oh no! That...okay, okay.” Eve sat up to take off her top and laid back down, raising her hips to slide her panties and bottoms to her feet. Dave grabbed the flannel from her ankles and tossed them aside. \n\n“You look beautiful, you know that?” he said, touching her hip and belly. “You’re a fucking angel, my beautiful little lady with so much love, God gave her more.”\n\n“Dave…”\n\nHe opened a small bottle of oil and drizzled some over her shaft and head. Eve locked eyes with him, her expression softening as he worked the oil into her skin. Dave clicked on the vibrator and slowly lowered it over her base.\n\nEve gasped sharply as the black head shook her. She closed her mouth and breathed through her nose, restraining herself from making more noise. Dave lifted the toy and kissed her mouth.\n\n“It’s okay, Eve, I want to hear you too. Will you let go a little more?”\n\n“What do you want me to say?” \n\n“Tell me where this feels good,” he replied, and slid the toy up and down her shaft.\n\n“All...all of it….oh, it feels good all over it.”\n\n“Over what,” he whispered, “what feels good, Eve?” When she didn’t respond, Dave lifted the toy again. “Where does it feel good? What do you call it?”\n\n“On my...on my girldick,” she whispered and squealed. Dave rewarded her by pressing the toy against her head and she writhed with pleasure, gripping his wrist to keep it there. \n\n“I love it. I love your girldick, Eve, how it makes you feel so *good*.” Dave laid down and spooned her with his cock between her ass cheeks. He oiled his own shaft and began to move it between her legs. “What would you like,” he whispered, then nibbled on her neck.\n\n“I...you know...hnngh,” she moaned. “I...I want you to, ohh,” she moaned softly as he teased her with the toy. She was barely audible when she said, “I want you… I want you to fuck me, Dave.”\n\nDave held the toy behind her sack and stimulated the nugget inside her. “Can you repeat that, honey? A little louder?”\n\n“I want you to *fuck* me!” she said, stroking herself with one hand, teasing a nipple with the other. Dave found her back entrance and pushed slowly waiting for her to let him in. “Oh! Oh, Dave, ff-fuck!” \n\n“Fuck yes!” he groaned, finding his tempo. “Say it out loud, tell me what you want, tell me that you want me to tease your girldick while I fuck you in the ass.”\n\nHe felt her muscles relax and he thrust deeper.The oil slapped between them as he increased his pace, and Eve moaned in time. “Yes, Eve, louder!” he grunted, holding her leg up to give him more access. The wand rolled away from Eve’s pleasure center and hummed next to her. \n\nEve stroked her shaft, her precum coating the head as her hand moved faster and faster. “Fuck! Oh Fuck!” she screamed and came hard, arching her back against him. Her cock unloaded a ribbon of cum onto the bed as her muscles convulsed with ecstasy. “Oh my god! Fuck,” she panted.\n\n“Oh God, I’m close,” Dave whispered. “It feels so good, you know that? I love you Eve, I love this feeling.” Eve found the toy and slipped it between Dave’s legs.\n\n“What did you say, honey?” she asked with a lusty smile.\n\n“I’m gonna cum!” he shouted, then held her hips as he unloaded inside of her ass. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” he grunted, letting the weight of his body fall on her. Eve clicked the wand off and turned around to snuggle in Dave’s heaving chest.\n\n“Thank you,” he said as he moved her hairs from her face. “My little angel with the most beautiful girldick.”\n\n“Stop! It sounds...so…”\n\nDave rubbed his wet cock against her girldick and they both twitched. “Beautiful. Like you were sent from Heaven.”\n\nShe nodded and cuddled into him. “Now, can you turn off the light? I just want to sleep in your arms.”\n\n“Sure, Eve, anything you want.”\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Because of a health condition, you have to wear a monitoring device that alerts your significant other to changes in your vitals. The two of you quickly realize it has some secondary uses.
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"content": "“You gotta get up,” Veronica told Marcie. “Gale will be here soon, and you know how much she hates late starts.”\n\nMarcie pulled the sheet over her head and groaned. “Ungh, I don’t wanna.”\n\n“You do and you know it, lazybones.” Veronica slipped under the sheets and kissed her girlfriend. “Come on, I’ll help you get your gear.” She rolled out of bed and opened their closet. Marcie’s climbing gear was already stowed in a backpack, but Veronica’s harness and shoes laid on the floor. Veronica looked at them with sadness.\n\nMarcie finally lifted the bedsheet and admired Veronica’s backside. Even when she only wore a t-shirt and panties, Veronica’s taut body looked like the picture of fitness and health. *If only that were true*, Marcie thought.\n\nVeronica picked up the heavy backpack and hauled it to the living room. It was loaded to the brim with extra items that Veronica *would have* carried and she felt guilty about the extra weight. Veronica looked at the bright sunshine streaming in the bay window and caught a glimpse of Mt. Hood in the distance. “You guys are going to have nice weather today,” she yelled.\n\nMarcie snuck up and hugged her from behind. Veronica jumped with surprise and the wireless monitor chirped loudly from the bedroom, registering the spike in her heart rate and blood pressure. They both felt her pulse strong in her chest, albeit faster than she should let it. “I love you V,” Marcie said, melting into Veronica’s back.\n\n“I love you too, Marcie.” Veronica loved Marcie’s warm hands on her body, how her fingers rode over her abs after a vigorous workout, trailing lower, lower. *Trails*, she thought. “Trails! Sweetie, you gotta get ready.”\n \nMarcie let her go and walked into the kitchen. She set the electric kettle and asked, “Do you want decaf tea or decaf coffee, hun?”\n\n“It doesn’t matter, they all taste like shit anyway.” Veronica slumped in a kitchen chair and watched Marcie’s routine. She wore bright yellow sweatpants, but Veronica could see the edge of her climbing shorts whenever Marcie reached for something on a high shelf. Veronica grabbed the basket of her daily medications and started the ritual of counting, cutting, double checking, and the swallow. *This is my life now.*\n\n“You know, I could stay at home, with you, V. I can call Gale right now.”\n\nVeronica sighed and shook her head. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You’ve been looking forward to this trip for a while. *We both* have. I don’t want to be the thing that holds you back. Plus you’d be putting the rest of the crew out of sorts with the gear. They need you as much as I do.”\n\n“You could hike with us, just to the base? I mean it’s not all that steep.”\n\n“If I went with you, there’d be no way you could stop me from clipping in and climbing. It’s too tempting. And with these blood thinners and anticoagulants,” she said, shaking a bottle, “even a little cut could have me bleed out.” The monitor beeped again, signalling a spike in blood pressure. “Fuck!” Veronica yelled, pounding her fist on the table. She touched the meat of her fist and felt the tingling sensation of broken capillaries. \n\n“No Marcie, as much as I’d want to, I can’t.” Veronica tossed the bottle back in the basket with too much force and it tipped over, and the brown bottles rolled onto the table. “Fuck. Fuck me, fuck that **stupid machine**!” \n\nThe blood pressure warning beeped again and Veronica laid her head in her arms. Marcie hugged her, stroking her hair as she comforted Veronica as best she could. Her hand drifted from Veronica’s shoulders, making slow, soft circles over her chest. Marcie could still feel the surgical scar near her collarbone. She planted a kiss on Veronica’s neck, then another one higher, kissing her way up to her soft lips. \n\nVeronica tilted her head and caressed Marcie’s cheek, sharing a breath as their kisses became more passionate. Marcie’s tongue slid against hers as they opened wider, moaning together. Marcie’s hand dipped under Veronica’s shirt and teased her nipples, causing her to gasp and giggle. “Mmm..the doctor said...mmph...no...ha...rough stuff,” Veronica stammered.\n\n“I’ll be gentle,” Marcie replied. She led Veronica back to their bedroom and peeled off Veronica’s shirt. Her muscles were still defined, perhaps softer since the surgery. Marcie latched onto one of her nipples and sucked until Veronica moaned, the sound interrupted by the monitor alarms.\n\n“Fuck!” Veronica screamed. She fell face-down on the bed and Marcie sat next to her, stroking her back, ass, and thighs. \n\nMarcie adjusted the pillows against the headboard and sat up on the bed. “Come here, V. Sit with me.” \n\nVeronica crawled up and leaned back against Marcie’s chest. She loved it when Marcie played with her like this. “That fucking machine,” she muttered, the edge in her voice softening with Marcie’s touch.\n\n“I know, I know,” Marcie said, looking at the monitor. “Your O2 levels are decent but you have to breathe slowly…deeply.”\n \nVeronica complied, relaxing in Marcie’s arms. She forgot about her defective heart, the mountain, even herself as Marcie’s hands and the pleasure they elicited became her sole focus. \n\nMarcie rubbed the space between her breasts, while mimicking the same motion under Veronica's panties. Her clit swelled and Veronica purred, holding Marcie’s thighs for support. One finger curled into Veronica’s pussy and she gasped, the monitor beeping again.\n\nMarcie looked at the display and whispered, “It’s okay, I’ll keep you out of the red. I promise.” She loved how wet Veronica got, moving her hand in and out with slow rhythm. She slid two fingers inside her pussy and Veronica groaned, rocking her hips to meet her hand. “That’s it baby, just enjoy the ride.”\n\nVeronica was seeing stars as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Marcie didn’t finger her with urgency, but slowly built the tension in her belly. There was an odd, familiar frequency to her thrusts. “Are you...are you fucking me in time with the beeps?”\n\n“Well, you did say *fuck the machine.* How does it feel, V? ”\n\n“It feels good, Marcie. Mmm, you make me feel so good.” She twisted her head and found Marcie’s mouth again. “I’m close, don’t stop.” Veronica’s body began to tremble as she neared her climax.\n\n“Not for the world, not ever,” Marcie whispered. “I love you V. I’ll love you forever.”\n\n“Ff-fuck,” Veronica groaned, raising her hips off the bed as she came hard on Marcie’s fingers. She gripped Marcie’s thighs like a vice until Marcie sang as well. They fell silent as the orgasm washed over her and subsided, leaving the room quiet, save for the beeping machine.\n\n“I fucking hate it,” Veronica said, “but I love what you can do with it.” She turned around quickly and pinned Marcie’s hands to the headboard, then kissed her again, biting Marcie’s lip.Veronica started to pull on Marcie’s shirt and heard Gale’s van pull into the driveway. She let out a sigh and slumped into Marcie’s arms. “Don’t keep them waiting.”\n\nMarcie cradled her head and kissed it. “I love you V. I’ll be thinking of you when I reach the summit.”\n\nVeronica slid off her and laid back down on the bed. The monitor finally went silent as her vital signs reached normal levels. “When you get back, I’ll give you a bath and massage to pay you back, and I want to hear stories.”\n\nMarcie kissed her while cupping her panties just as Gale leaned on the horn. They both jumped and laughed in bed, staying together for a little while longer.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A person has the power to see the ghosts of the opposite sex who've died as virgins. Willing to help them pass on, they offer ther physical body.
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"content": "I crept forward through the gloom, staying low. The faraway noise of air raid sirens had died away hours earlier and it was unlikely anyone would be out tonight, but still. No reason to take chances.\n\nA square of light appeared above me and I slunk back against the wall. I liked Mr Crouch, and I didn't want to make his life any more difficult than it already was. He'd served our town for years, digging holes and planting flowers, doing everything else required to keep the graveyard looking presentable. He had lived a quiet life, before the war. I suppose we all had.\n\nI listened, waiting, for the soft scratch of his phonograph. His schedule was always the same, music and whisky, more of the later when he buried someone new, much more when it was someone young. He drank a lot these days. He'd be drinking a lot tonight.\n\nA voice swirled into existence on a blanket of smooth string notes, and I snuck beneath the window and into the graveyard. Music followed me as I stepped my way over small piles of dirt and rubble, increasing my speed, no longer concerned about being discovered. It didn't take long to reach my destination.\n\nI'd always loved the smell of fresh soil. Even now, with the associations it brought, I couldn't quite shake the enjoyment of it. I took a moment to savour a lungful of earthy peat, then turned and walked away from the grave, ensuring I was out of sight of Mr Crouch's house. I dropped my satchel and rummaged through it until my hand closed around a candle, withdrew it and set it down into the soil at my feet. A few tries with a match and it spluttered to life, casting an eerie glow over my surroundings. I lit a further two from its flame, and judged that the light was enough. Then I pulled out a book from my pack.\n\nThat's the thing with rising from the dead. You're never sure how long it's going to take.\n\nI settled down with my back against a tree and started reading Hemingway. *If a man has something once, always some of it remains.* I wondered about that. Men who remained usually hadn't had-\n\n“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”\n\nThe screech cut through the silence like a blade through black market butter. The sound was anguish, pain, confusion; death. I jumped even though I'd been expecting it. I don't suppose you ever get used to the sound people make when they die. The last echoes of the scream faded away and then translucent hands began to crawl out of the earth, tinged faintly blue, somehow pulling themselves upward without disturbing the ground. I closed my book, let it fall to my lap, and called out softly.\n\n“Hello?”\n\nThe ghost's head snapped back and forth, stammering.\n\n“Wha- who- where am- what?”\n\n“Over here. By the candles.”\n\nHe turned his head towards me and I stared back, at him and through him, rows of graves visible through his substance, his eyes two sapphires floating in a hazy azure mist. He pulled himself free of the earth and shuffled towards me.\n\n“It's okay,” I said.\n\n“What's going on?”\n\n“You're dead.” \n\nHarsh to be so abrupt, but everything went smoother once they understood. His eyes widened and he started to say the things new ghosts always said.\n\n“I can't be. I was alive. Safe at home. Moments ago.”\n\nWe're at war, I thought. No-one's safe. But I'd done this enough times. Trying to argue the reasons they *could* be dead never worked, no-one accepted things like that without evidence. They had to be shown.\n\n“Look at your hands,” I said.\n\nThe ghost looked down. Then started to shake. I picked my book back up and let him get on with it. Existential crises were another thing that took varying lengths of time, and anyway, they were best experienced alone. A couple of minutes later he spoke again, his voice much more soft this time.\n\n“I'm… I'm dead.”\n\n“Yeah. Sorry.”\n\n“Who… Who are you?”\n\n“Mary.”\n\n“Why are you here?”\n\n“For what are we born if not to aid one another?”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Sorry,” I said. “I just read that and thought it sounded good.” I tapped my book, then took a deep breath. “Basically, I can see ghosts. No idea why, or how, but there you are. I can hear you too. Used to be that you would roam the neighbourhood, crying and wailing, causing a racket. I hid, for years, then one day I got caught outside at night and talked to one of you. I realised you weren't scary. You're just people, with fears about the future or regrets about the past. So I started helping you to move on. How about you? Afraid?”\n\nThe ghost puffed out his chest.\n\n“Of course not,” he said.\n\nHe was young. I knew that for a fact, I'd done my research. A month past legal, a few years younger than me. But more than that, he *looked* young, face filled with that mix of nerves and brash arrogance that pointed straight to inexperience. I was pretty sure I knew the score.\n\n“Regrets?”\n\n“Nothing,” he huffed.\n\n“Virgin?” I asked.\n\n“N-No. Of course. That's none of your business. And I'm not.”\n\nI cocked my head to one side, trying to decide if he was smart enough to put together the things I'd said. Now he was standing tall and I had a moment to admire him, I realised he was attractive, with the body of someone who spent all his time outdoors instead of buried in a book. Incredibly attractive, actually. I decided I'd have to explain things.\n\n“Right. Okay. I only asked because I'm offering to help you with any regrets you have, remember? So if not getting laid was one of them…” I let the words trail off and opened my legs, my skirt falling down around my thighs.\n\n“Y-y-you're not wearing any-”\n\n“I know,” I said. “I came prepared.” \n\n“F-f-for-”\n\n“For you to fuck me, yes. You'd be surprised how many people die with *that* regret. Well, not me specifically, more's the pity, but wishing they'd had sex. Gotta cum before you go.”\n\nI used that one every time. It was great. \n\n“Really?” he asked.\n\n“Really. And I *am* sorry you died. I wish I could do more. But hey, no other thing could happen more than this.” I beckoned him closer, then ran the same finger over myself. “This, that you were not to have, you can.”\n\n“I don't know what to do.”\n\n“I'll lead. Come here.”\n\nThe ghost walked toward me, unbuttoning his pants. He didn't get far before the material faded, ephemeral fabric drifting away. His shirt followed, and the rest of his clothes, until he stood in front of me, his cock mere inches from my face. It was already hard and like the rest of him it was translucent, faintly blue. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth.\n\n“Haaa… wow,” he managed.\n\n“Mm-hmm.”\n\nI wrapped my lips around the ghostly member, tongue dancing over the head. I lifted my hands to stroke his legs, sliding my palms over his thighs while I began to bob my head back and forth.\n\n“I think… I'm gonna…”\n\n“Mm-hmm,” I repeated, letting him know it was okay.\n\nHis legs clenched and one of his hands grabbed my head, pushing me gently down as he started to empty himself into my mouth. I moved one of my hands to his cock, stroking him while his body shook, ensuring I got every last drop. Then I spat the load out onto the floor. I preferred swallowing, usually, but you never know. He *was* a ghost. I didn't want to get cursed.\n\n“Sorry,” he said.\n\nHis hand was still on my head, but no longer acting out of need. It stroked through my hair and I turned into the motion, kissing his wrist.\n\n“Keep doing that,” I said. Then I leaned forward and started licking him again.\n\nHis fingers ran over my scalp and I coaxed him back to readiness, enjoying the dual sensation of him in my hair and between my lips. I explored myself with one hand, ensuring I was ready. When I decided he was hard enough, I broke away.\n\n“Ready?” I asked.\n\nHe nodded, and I could have sworn I saw the smallest tinge of purple in his cheeks. Cute.\n\n“Lie down,” I said.\n\nHe settled back into the earth and I straddled him, using one hand to guide him inside me. The combination of my own attentions and his gentle caressing had left me slick, and I opened for him easily. He gasped as he entered, mouth and eyes wide, arousal and disbelief all at once. I sank down on him until our hips met.\n\nThere didn't seem a point in further words, so I placed a finger to his lips. He nodded understanding and I took his hands, guiding them inside my shirt. Gentle fingers began to explore, and I let them, allowing him to satisfy his curiosity. Then I started to move.\n\nHis eyes rolled back as I ground my hips onto him, penetrating myself on his cock. I increased my speed and his hands grew firmer, squeezing my breasts. I enjoyed the feeling, but more than that I enjoyed the effects it had on him. His gasps, his panting, the way his face shifted between a smile and something more instinctual. I bent to kiss him and he reacted like a boy, closing his mouth. A chaste peck on a nervous mask. I persisted, pushing forward, parting his lips and forcing my tongue into his mouth. It found his, and they danced.\n\nI felt the eruption building when his body started to shake, legs vibrating under me. I broke away from the kiss, whispering assent into his ear, telling him it was okay; that he should cum inside, fill me up, give it to me. He did, and I watched him contort, delighting in the pleasure I had caused. When he finished I let my body rest atop his, catching my breath. I hadn't reached a climax of my own, but that was okay. I did this for them.\n\n“So, what now?” he asked. When it happened, it would be quick. I deflected. \n\n“Guess I'll finish reading.”\n\n“Ah,” he said. A smile touched the corner of his mouth, ironic under the sadness of his eyes. He knew too. And like me, he didn't want to say it.\n\nHe started to fade away and looked around, then back at me. \n\n“Find out the answer yet?”\n\n“To what?”\n\n“The title of your book.”\n\n“Oh.” I replied. He was almost gone. I leaned forward and kissed him, one last time. “Yeah, I did.”\n\n“Whom?” he asked.\n\nThe word was his last and his essence dispersed, leaving me alone in the graveyard night, surrounded by those who had gone.\n\n“Thee,” I whispered."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A guy, a streaming channel, and his hung futa girlfriend/wife. (Futa X Male)
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"content": "On the screen, a young man, early twenties with a wild mop of blonde hair is playing Fortnite, focusing on killing the last few remaining players. “Come on... come on...” \n\nThe screen explodes in excitement as “Victory Royale” comes up on the screen. “Yes! Yes! Whoo!”\n\nThe streamer sets down the controller and the game disappears, the screen filling with his camera feed. “Okay guys, that’s it for me today. I’ll see you all tomorrow. Take care, love you, and TTFN!” \n\nThe stream cuts out for a barely half a second, before the picture is just as strong as before. “Okay, I’m off.”\n\nAs soon as he says it, a hand appears and grabs his collar, pulling him up out of his chair. The camera can see him from just above his knees to his upper chest. The owner of the hand appears behind him, grinding against him. “Seeing you dominate in that game...” His wife says, sounds of her kissing his neck coming over the microphone. “You know what it made me want to do?”\n\n“Dominate me?” He asks. His hand is grabbed and brought to the growing bulge in her shorts. He moans as he plays with her shaft through the loose material. \n\n“I want to fuck you,” her voice says. “I want you to take every fucking inch up that beautiful ass.”\n\nWithout another word, she grabs his pants and pulls them down, revealing a modest cock, rock hard. Her own shorts joined, giving the camera a view of a thicker and longer cock. The contrast of his light skin and her dark skin stood out on your screen.\n\nShe grabs a bottle of lube and pours some onto her cock, working it before moving all the way behind him.\n\nHis hands grip the desk, as he lets out a low moan. “Fuck... Anna...”\n\n“That’s my boy,” she says softly. “I can’t believe you’re still so tight with how much I fuck you.\n\nA few minutes of her moving in and out at a slow pace gives way to her fucking him harder, the guy crying out in pleasure. His cock, dead center of the screen, bounces with each thrust, precum dripping from it. \n\n“Anna... I’m gonna... I’m gonna...”\n\n“Me too, Mark... Cum with me.”\n\nShe thrusts all the way in and both let out a loud noise as he begins to cum.\n\nSuddenly the stream disconnects, a banner saying “account terminated” filling the video window."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She doesn't know why, but ever since her 18th birthday, Tiffany has been getting sexier every time she has an orgasm.
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"content": "Maybe the night you lose your virginity really *is* magical. Or, maybe I was just lucky enough to develop some strange magical or mutant power. It really doesn’t matter. I’ve pin pointed the changes that have happened to me over the last little while to the night I turned 18, and had sex for the first time.\n\nI was with my long term boyfriend, Eric. We’d been together for two years. There was no real plan to do it. It just happened to be my birthday, and I was super horny when he broached the subject to me that night. Up until then, I was thinking of waiting until marriage. \n\nHe finished pretty quickly, inside the condom, while he was inside me. I wasn’t quite there yet, but he didn’t want to be the only one who came. So, being the gentleman he was, he got between my legs and licked my clit until I’d been hit with ha wave of pleasure. \n\nIt was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My body felt tingly and itchy all over. It almost seemed as though it was bubbling...but in a good way. The whole of my lower half hummed. \n\nHe came back up to kiss me on the cheek. Then, pausing to look at me, he looked puzzled.\n\n“What is it?” I asked, smiling.\n\n“You look...different,” he said. “I don’t know how...But you do.”\n\nI thought he was just being lame. I thought he meant that I’d somehow changed now that we had sex. Guys always seemed to think that they could make you a new woman after a good dicking. I just laughed and told him he was sweet.\n\n“No, it’s...you seem...” he frowned with frustration, then kissed me, passionately. I was surprised to feel that he was up for a second round so quickly. I rolled on top of him and lowered my still moist pussy onto his cock. \n\nI rocked back and forth against him, slightly amused at the satisfied look on his face. He was staring at my breasts, which weren’t much to ogle at—I was barely a b cup. I grabbed one and pinched the nipple. He seemed to like that. I started bouncing on his erect dick, making “oh, oh, oh,” noises as I did so. I was going fast, I could feel myself just on the edge. A few more movements and—\n\nI climaxed just as he did. I could see from the way his eyes rolled back into his skull. There was the same itching and bubbling all over me. When he opened his eyes again he looked confused.\n\n“There it is again...you seem different...”\n\nI didn’t understand what he meant until the next day. I was at home, having taken a shower, and was looking at myself in the mirror. I was never some great beauty: a cute girl, I suppose: black curly hair, green eyes. But I was a bit too pale, and I hated my nose and my pointy chin. I was also too short, and felt that I could stand to gain some weight. \n\nIt was subtle, but there did seem to be a change. My nose didn’t seem as hooked, or as long as it had been. My eyes seemed to have a...smoky quality? That seductive look those girls on Instagram often do, while they were covering their naked boobs with their arms, biting on their index finger. \n\nMy breasts looked more even, too. The left one was always smaller than the right. The nipples seemed more centred. \n\nBut aside from that, I was the same old Abby. \n\nThe next time I noticed the change was a few months into college. Eric and I split up after FROSH, when he decided he wanted to pursue a busty chick from his Psych class. I was pretty broken up about it, of course. He did take my virginity after all.\n\nAt a toga party one of the frats threw, I struck up a tipsy conversation with a sociology major named Trent. He was gorgeous, I had to admit, with his curly blonde hair and mouth full of straight white teeth. Not usually the sort of guy I would go for. But, like I said, I was tipsy, and a bit aroused.\n\nHe took me back to his room and, frankly, fucked me.\n\nIt was the most primal, animalistic exchange of sexual fluids I’d ever been part of. Granted, I’d only ever done it twice before...\n\nHe was packing about 6 and a half inches. It was a tight fit at first, but the massage his two fingers gave me, followed by a mind blowing session of cunnilingus did wonders. Really stretched me out. He took me from behind and just ploughed me. I couldn’t tell if it was the beer talking or if I’d tapped into some previously unknown sluty side, but the words, “slap my ass” escaped my lips between him thrusting into me.\n\nAnd slap my ass he did. He didn’t hold back. He gave me three in quick succession. It stung. But it felt...exhilarating. I could practically feel the red hand print forming on my butt.\n\n“Pull my hair!” I heard myself say.\n\nHe grabbed my hair. Rough, but not painful. He slapped me on the ass again, plunging deeper inside me. The head of his cock was brushing up against my g-spot.\n\nI bit into his bedsheets, stifling the moan that was coming out of my mouth. My pussy quivered, muscles clamping onto his stiffening cock. He hadn’t finished yet. He kept going and the waves continued to spread throughout my body. \n\n“I’m about to come,” he announced. “Can I finish in you?”\n\nNormally I wouldn’t have let him. But I was feeling dirty. So I said yes.\n\nHe flipped me onto my back. I felt giddy, feeling his strong arms pick up my tiny body and toss me around. He pulled off the condom and reached for his cock.\n\nI beat him to it, grabbing a hold of the shaft. I jerked him off until he shot ropes of semen onto my bear chest. He groaned.\n\nAs he collapsed on top of me, his chest pressing against my boobs, he said the strangest thing to me.\n\n“It’s weird to say this...But you look different somehow...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They say if you put your used undies under your pillow at night the fuck fairy will come visit you.
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"content": "1/2\n\nI lay on my bed, my back arched and my breasts spilling out of my bra as I stroke my clit faster and faster, working myself into a lather, even as I try to maintain my chant.\n\n“Fuckfairy, come to me! Fuckfairy, take my body! Fuckfairy grant my wish!” I chant through ragged breath, my legs spread and my hand down the front of my black, cotton panties. I can feel my orgasm coming on, and I roll my head around on my pillow, long strands of my dark hair wrapping around my face and getting caught in my mouth, as I writhe on my bed. I keep chanting, as I rub my clit underneath my underwear, drawing my climax ever closer, as I ready to complete the ritual. I grope one of my exposed breasts with my other hand, and I rub my sex just more firmly, as I manage to force an orgasm through me. “Fuckfairy, Make the pact!” I cry out, just as I come. I quickly strip off my bra and panties, tucking them under my pillow.\n\nI feel a bit of relief. Who knows if this ritual is worth anything, but maybe it will at least give me the confidence to ignore Jace at work tomorrow. I’m pretty sure that I felt something… other than coming that is. I shouldn’t doubt the magic. I tell my phone to play thunderstorm sounds, and I imagine myself as an all-powerful sorceress, as I drift off to sleep.\n\nI wake up feeling a slight draft, the sheets off of me. The room is still dark. I feel a presence over me, and I look toward the foot of my bed. In the darkness, I see the silhouette of a man. I almost instantly scream, or I try to, but no sound comes out. The silhouette raises a palm, and an orb of light slowly flickers into existence, illuminating the room. I see the tan skin of a gladiator, the flawless chest of an Olympian, arms like an ancient hunter. His face comes into view, flawless, inviting, like vision of Apollo. His eyes are calm but… hungry.\n\n“The screaming is always the first thing these days...” he says, his voice unnaturally deep and smooth. “It’s rather predictable, and a bit rude, I must say. I’ve been invited, after all.” It’s only now that I notice his horns, and the night-black wings that blend into the darkness behind him.\n\n“Who are...” I try to speak, but still no sound comes out.\n\nHis full, perfect lips quirk into a bemused smile. “Shall there be more screaming?”, he asks, with a raised eyebrow.\n\nI shake my head. He quirks an eyebrow, just slightly, and I feel a shift in the air of the room. I try to speak again. “Who are you?” I ask.\n\nHe takes a step closer to me, his eyes and smile widening as if I’d said something silly. “Well, I’m the one you summoned. I should say that you should have expected me.”\n\n“You’re… you look like some kind of demon… an incubus or something! I summoned the...” my face reddens as I come to the words, “I summoned The… The Fuckfairy...”\n\nHe laughs aloud, booming, rich, and sonorous. “And just what did you expect the Fuckfairy to be? A pixie? Well, that would have been an interesting little puzzle...” he says as he takes another step closer to me, casting his gaze to my crotch as he mentions the puzzle.\n\nI’m suddenly hyper-aware of my nudity, but as he comes closer, my fear is overwhelmed by a primal sense of arousal. He seems so powerful, so elementally sexual, that part of me instantly wants to be claimed by him. I don’t even think to cover myself by the time that he’s right in front of me. He suddenly leans down and seems to sniff my neck, his face less than a hair’s breadth from my skin. My pussy moistens even as a shock of fear shoots through me. I feel my heart quicken, and I can feel a hot blush spreading over my pale skin.\n\n“So what is on tonight’s menu,” he asks, coming to face me, close enough to kiss.\n\n“W… what do you mean?” I barely breathe out, my eyes transfixed on his. His eyes are like dark gems with flowing streams of glowing crimson.\n\n“What is your wish? What pact are we making?” he asks. His sweet breath flows over my face, and I only want to bathe in it. I struggle to keep my wits about me.\n\nI’ve never made a pact before, and the only rational part of my mind feels totally out of it’s depth. “What if I don’t want anything?” is all I can think to say.\n\n“Then you’ve wasted my time...” he says, as he stands up and starts to step away from the bed.\n\nIt’s only in that moment that I realize how much my body was yearning for him, as I feel a sense of panic at his moving away. I hardly realize that I’ve instantly chased him, crawling along my bed to stay near. “Wait,” I say, pawing at the sash holding up his long, flaring pants. “I do! I do want something!” I can’t bear the thought of throwing away a chance at real magic. I can’t stand the thought of him simply leaving without… touching me. I run through the ritual in my mind, trying to understand, as he looks bemusedly down at me. “So, I make a wish, and you fuck me, and we have some kind of pact? Right?”\n\n“Hmph… yes,” he says, smiling again. “You make a wish, and I name my price. We fuck. All quite simple.”\n\n“I don’t want to sell you my soul,” I say.\n\nThere is a hint of an eye-roll. “I doubt I should need it.”\n\nI think about Jace. I think about how, despite so many people telling me that I’m pretty, the first boy I’ve ever really opened up to left me for the pageant queen who called me “That spooky beanpole goth bitch...”\n\n“I want to be beautiful, and I want magic.” I say, hoping that a compound wish would pass muster.\n\nHe seems to think for a moment. “Hmm… two separate things, and you don’t want to give up your soul… It can be done. For a price.”\n\nI stare at him for a moment. “What price?”\n\nHe smiles a self-satisfied smile, lust and amusement in his eyes. “Your Chastity”\n\n“My chastity?” I ask, confused."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Monsterfuckers
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"content": " - Shadowfax, Lord of the Horses is a gentleman and a wonderful companion. he's also a towering pale white horse. An elf seeks his advice, and gets more than he bargained for. Shadowfax has a few needs that must be met before he is willing to share his wisdom.\n\n - a pair of cryptid hunting youtubers take shelter in a cave during a rainstorm. With nothing to do but wait it out, intimacy they'd barely acknowledged blooms into undeniable attraction. The pheremones in the air draw the attention of the thing lurking in the back of the cave.\n\n - the most powerful Warlocks do more than just sign a few magic contracts. Unfortunately, this Warlock's patron just found out she signed a contract with another entity. She's been cheating on it! Both patrons come to collect. Can she convince them to play nice?\n\n - You are lost in the Magic Labyrinth of the Minotaurs. Your supplies and your hope are dwindling every day. You stumble upon a Minotaur guardian. However will you convince it to guide you to the exit? Surely he's getting bored with his eternal patrol, watching the same stretch of corridor for eons. Maybe you could convince him to take a break..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have a unique gift that allows you to witness any experience. You can attend any genuine situation as a bystander. You have seen a lot of things.....
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"content": "Imogen stared at him, looking for a tell, some hint of mistruth in his somber expression. “I don’t believe it.”\n\n“Nevertheless, it’s true. You don’t have to like it...I don’t.” Jeremy drained the last of his gin and tonic and set it on the table. He looked at the half-empty breadbasket and wondered how long *this* date would last.\n\n“What you’re saying is you have superpowers. Like you can see everything?”\n\n“No, not exactly. It’s one power....singular. I can’t see *everything* either. I’m not omniscient. I can witness any *one place or person* at a time, right at this moment. No time travel, no eternal wisdom, just a glimpse into someone else’s life.”\n\n“Still, that’s pretty amazing.” Imogen looked around the restaurant and stared at the kitchen doors. “What’s happening with our order?”\n\nJeremy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The darkness was replaced by a fish-eyed view of the back of the house. Platters clattered and slid under a warming lamp as the cooks sweated over the grills, voices shouting out orders, smoke rising into the stainless steel vents. The sous chef yelled angrily into the chaos while he sprinkled chopped parsley over two plates of Chicken Marsala and rang the service bell. “It’s done,” he said, “they’ll be bringing it over right...now.” Jeremy opened his eyes with a shudder. \n\nThe doors swung open and Imogen watched their server bring a tray with two dishes. The waiter placed each one on the table before asking, “Is there anything else I can get for you two?”\n\nImogen was speechless. Jeremy slowly looked at the waiter and begged him off, then picked up his knife and fork. “They did a really nice job with the sauce.”\n\n“Fuck the chicken, Jeremy, I have questions. No. I have a request.” \n\n*Here it comes*, he thought. \n\n“I want you to tell me what my ex-boyfriend is doing right now.”\n\nJeremy rolled his eyes and spun more pasta onto his fork. “Why are you so interested in him now? Do you still love him?”\n\nShe pushed away from the table. “Fuck no, after he dumped me for no good reason? I am *done* with that trash. I just want to see what he’s up to.”\n\nJeremy knew the answer before he asked. One didn’t need to be a Witness to see it coming. “Do you want to see for yourself?” He laid his open hand on the table. “You won’t be able to do anything, or change anything, but I can take you there.”\n\nShe clasped his hand without hesitation. “Do it.” \n\n“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Close your eyes and think about-”\n\n“Davis,” she interrupted. “His name is Davis.”\n\n“Davis then. Close your eyes and think about Davis.”\n\nImogen complied and thought about the rainy day when he dumped her, at the bus station. The showers could only mask so much pain as she watched him walk away. The scene in her mind changed, and she stood in Davis’ bedroom, still holding hands with Jeremy. “Oh my god, this is his room right now?” she whispered.\n\nHe looked around at the football posters and piles of clothes and was unimpressed. “You don’t have to whisper, they can’t hear us.”\n\n“What do you mean, *they*?” Before she could ask another question, the bedroom door shook open as Davis rushed in with a woman wrapped around his waist. The couple fell unceremoniously on the bed and he nibbled on the woman’s neck, eliciting laughter that sounded familiar.\n\n“That bastard, he’s shagging my sister!” Imogen watched in horror as Davis tore at her sister’s clothes, pulling down her skirt and panties with one hand. \n\nDavis broke his kiss and unbuckled his pants. “You’re an animal, Rhona. An in-fucking-satiable animal. Come here and back up that beautiful ass.”\n\n“You too look a lot alike,” Jeremy said, but Imogen paid no attention. \n\n“How long have you been fucking?” Imogen screamed. “Did you wait a week before you sucked his cock, bitch? Did you sleep with him *while* we were dating?” She tried to kick them as Davis slid into her sister, but her foot sailed through them, as if she were a ghost. “Stop it! Stop it! You bitch! You cunt!” she screamed. The hot tears of betrayal felt worse than being dumped.\n\n“Just let go of my hand and you’ll leave here. Just let go, Imogen. Let it go.” She did. The restaurant was silent, as patrons stared at them in the dim light. Jeremy pulled back his hand and sighed. “I’m sorry. I should have told you that you still talk here, when you’re *there*.”\n\nImogen’s face was red and teary. “You bastard. You *knew* this would happen!” She stormed off from the table and left the restaurant. \n\nJeremy closed his eyes and watched her hail a cab and head for Davis’ apartment. It didn’t take a Witness to know what would happen next.\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. Comments and feedback are welcome!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Emily didn't realize before she signed the contract that, she must complete 1 full month of work as a mailgirl before being accepted into her new role at the company (ENF/DubCon)
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"content": "The street was coming to life. From her vantage point in the window, Emily watched the rush hour ebb and flow: streetcars, food trucks, a busker act, men and women in smart suits marching along with coffee cups in hand. Surprisingly few paid attention to her, yet every time she thought herself just about safe from dying of embarrassment, someone would look and react.\n\nA pair of college-age women with Billabong tote bags glanced up at her and burst out laughing as they strode on down the street. Emily could not make out their comments through the din of the street, but her imagination supplied possibilities that made her hunch her shoulders and squeeze her thighs together. She spent the next hour terrified that someone she knew would stroll by.\n\nAn older lady in a black coat flashed a judging blue eye under a hooked brow; she hastened her pace, bringing to Emily's mind the image of an outraged mole.\n\n\"I am sorry this is happening to you,\" she heard her co-worker's melancholy voice below and behind her.\n\nMindful of the unusual perils of the metal shirt, Emily carefully repositioned her feet, turning slowly to bring him into her field of vision.\n\n\"I don't want to talk about it, Guillaume, could you just... go... do your job?\"\n\n\"I brought you water.\" He was brandishing the plastic bottle of Evian at the end of an outstretched arm, roughly in front of her left hip. His head was turned away in stalwart refusal to look at her.\n\n\"All right, well, thank you.\" She accepted, only then realising how parched her throat had become. \"Please go away now.\"\n\n\"Of course.\" He faded back into the shop.\n\nAnother hour passed, and Emily was growing fatigued. The morning had been boredom punctuated by flashes of panic as passersby took note of her exposure. Among the highlights were the attentions of a couple of men with the mannerisms of tourists who had spent quite a long time under her window, causing her to worry that they might attract a like-minded crowd. Fortunately, they left after taking a bunch of photographs of her sex flanked by their grinning faces.\n\nShe was approached by an actual customer, too, a hulking man with a full greying beard, dressed mostly in black leather. He took an avid interest in the *hana gusari* piece Emily was wearing, and none at all in the mail girl herself, but it was still awkward to discuss the superiority of riveted mail over the butted variety without a stitch of clothing to her name.\n\nOn top of all the rest, the mail itself was heavy.\n\nAround midday, Guillaume came by again.\n\n\"This was ill-done,\" he declared with a look of anguish on his ethereal face, his gaze fixed stubbornly on some point where the wall met the ceiling. \"I can only imagine what you must be going through. Every look from the street, a fresh violation. Your most tender parts under the oppression of cruel steel. Your nethers, accustomed to the snug nest of their garments, now instead...\"\n\n\"Stop *empathising* and just go away!\" Emily was sore and tired.\n\n\"Of course. I just wish we lived in nobler times, when injustice could be made right with a quicksilver swordarm. I am blessed with a great deal of martial skill.\" The young man glanced toward Henry Westin, who was rearranging one of the displays.\n\n\"Well, we live in ignoble times, when injustice is made right in courts,\" muttered Emily, facing the window.\n\n\"I would not put faith in those men of law,\" Guillaume said. \"Mr Westin is exceptional at drafting his... *contracts*.\"\n\n\"Just go away.\"\n\n\"Of course.\"\n\nBy six in the evening, when break time rolled around, Emily was nearly inured to being shown off naked. It was her legs and shoulders that were killing her. She scrambled down from the dais with the awkward motions of a wind-up toy, muscles screaming for relief with every movement.\n\n\"Aaaaah!\" She peeled the mail off her shoulders, and blood rushed to the deep indentations left by the rings in her skin. Her upper torso looked like she had been attacked by a posse of squids. It stung. She crossed her arms and massaged herself, and it stung even more.\n\n\"Fifteen minutes,\" Westin reminded her from behind the counter and Emily suppressed the urge to flip him off.\n\nShe paused by Guillaume on her way back from the loo. He was annoying, but still better company than Westin; plus, she was feeling a little sorry for having snapped at him earlier. The blond man was laying out the parts of a suit of gothic plate on a white-clad table toward the back of the shop. As before, he turned around scrupulously at the sight of her.\n\n\"Oh, just go ahead and look.\" Emily gave a sour smile to her own warped reflection in the lustrous armour covering the man's broad torso. \"Half the city has.\"\n\n\"By my contract, I am honourbound to Mr Westin's service,\" he addressed the wall, \"but I will not act a knave when I am not compelled.\"\n\n\"Why do you talk like that, anyway? It's cringy as hell.\"\n\n\"Like what?\"\n\n\"Like some community theatre version of Lancelot.\"\n\nGuillaume sighed; the gleaming cuirass rose and fell ponderously.\n\n\"If my knightly presence is found wanting, that is only because I am still a squire. One day, Mr Westin will dub me a true knight.\"\n\nEmily rolled her eyes. The rational part of her urged to just leave crazy alone, but there were still several minutes of break left to go.\n\n\"Guillaume, you're not a squire, and you're not going to be a knight. Okay? It's Anno Domini 2020. You work for a random sleazebag at a nerdy shop that sells replica weapons. You can quit, or demand better pay, and none of it is *dishonourable*.\"\n\n\"You mean well, I know, but it is not that simple.\"\n\n\"Yes, it is. And just turn around, I'm tired of talking to your back.\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\nEmily sighed.\n\n\"It's not dishonourable if I give you leave. Right? I'm cordially inviting you to rest your weary eyes upon these here bosoms. That good enough?\"\n\nIt was, apparently. He turned around, looking much more uneasy than she felt by that point, after her daylong baptism by fire in the window. His gaze coursed between her nipples and darted down to her underbelly before rising to meet her eyes again.\n\n\"You're a, um.\" She corralled herself to be diplomatic. \"You've not had many...\"\n\n\"I am a virgin, yes. A knight does not lie.\" He watched for her reaction, all the same.\n\n\"Nothing wrong with that. Just stop with the knight bullshit already. It's seriously creepy, and I say this as someone who's been standing fanny-out in a storefront window all day.\"\n\nGuillaume's angelic mien did not relax with her reassurance. Quite the opposite.\n\n\"Thank you, Emily, for showing me...\"\n\n\"My boobs?\"\n\n\"*Kindness*.\" His chest rose and fell more quickly, and the muscles of his jaw were working hard.\n\n\"And now I will do something for you, in return. Something I've been considering all day. It will set us both free. From the *contracts*.\"\n\n*Oh, no*. Alarm bells ringing at the back of her head, Emily rushed after her co-worker as he strode out to the main area of the shop.\n\n\"It's not that serious, don't have to, uh, save me, it's just a job, I can quit, I can quit, we can both quit...\"\n\n\"It's not just for you. It's for the honour of *The Quintain*.\" Guillaume was taking a giant zweihander off the wall. Westin rose from his chair behind the counter, bewildered.\n\n\"No, no, nonononono!\" Emily screamed, then clapped her hands over her face.\n\nSurprise in Henry Westin's eyes, not enough time to turn into horror.\n\nGuillaume's sword-stroke: a thing of beauty. A wave of power built with his entire body, from the raised heel, through the pivot of the hip and the roll of the shoulders, to the crashing descent of his arms.\n\nA loud squelch, terrible and meaty.\n\nA spray of Westin's bright arterial blood landing on Emily's bare breast.\n\nShrieking, shouting.\n\nSirens."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two women who are friends decide to sleep in the same bed for a night. The problem is one woman sleeps in the nude and is rather well endowed... and the other woman unknowingly gets a little gropy in her sleep.
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"content": "\"You sure you're all right with this?\" Helen asked.\n\nIeva spat toothpaste foam into the porcelain sink.\n\n\"Whatever. We're besties! I've seen you in the shower. Who cares?\" She rinsed again. The tap squeaked when twisted and the water from the faucet sputtered a bit coming out.\n\nHelen experimented with scooting her body down the length of the cabin's solitary bed. Her head was now in the middle of the pillow, but her heels were past the edge. She had to laugh.\n\n\"On top of everything, the bed's too small.\"\n\n\"No one's fault you're basically an Amazon,\" Ieva shot back, rubbing moisturiser around her eyes.\n\n\"I am correctly sized, the bed's too small.\" Helen insisted. She raised herself up on one elbow and patted down the topsheet.\n\n\"Okay, how about this,\" she said. \"We'll do the Amish marriage thing where I'm under the sheet and you're on top of it...\"\n\n\"Nonsense.\" Quick like a squirrel, smelling like a posh pharmacy, Ieva bounded over and slipped under the covers. She kicked herself up with her heels until she was face to face with her big, busty friend. \"If you need to be naked, then be naked. Everyone's got little quirks around sleep. You wanna know mine?\" Her eyes were bright, her face vivid.\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"Plushies.\"\n\n\"*Plushies*.\"\n\n\"Yeah. I've got to hug something, or someone, to fall asleep. At home, I've got a big-ass bear about the size of this whole bed, for those lonely, lonely nights.\"\n\nHelen pressed her lips together and guffawed through her nose.\n\n\"Woman, you're *twenty-five*.\"\n\n\"Hey, you've got your thing, I've got mine! Let's actually try to sleep, though. We should get up at, like...\"\n\n\"...Six?\" Helen reached overhead to grab her phone, tethered by its charging cable to a portable high-capacity battery.\n\n\"Six is good. Enough time to get ready, get there, and ambush the old man.\"\n\n\"Six. It. Is.\"\n\nThe alarm set, Helen tugged on the overhead chain. The cabin fell quite dark to her unacclimated sight. Next to her, Ieva was wiggling, finding her space. Her toes brushed past Helen's shin.\n\n\"Hey, Ieva?\"\n\n\"Yeah?\" Her voice was very close to Helen's ear.\n\n\"So... am I the bear here?\"\n\nShe giggled quietly. Her voice really was awfully close to Helen's ear. \"Hopefully not, but sorry in advance...\"\n\n\"Don't worry about it. Good night.\"\n\n\"Night.\" A feline sound.\n\nHelen closed her eyes and felt her muscles relax pleasantly. The silence of the surrounding forest was total. Slow inhalations took in the wooden scent of the cabin and the floral-chemical effusions from her friend's face; these provoked inexpressible stirrings deep inside the primal mind where dreams are born and the light of reason shines dimmest. Helen's thoughts meandered down many-coloured avenues, limned strange geometries, populated paradoxical scenarios with a cast of half-remembered shadows.\n\nJust when Helen was about to surrender consciousness for good, she was brought back by movement at her side and a weight rolling on to her right arm. Her eyes opened; she was back in the present and things made drab sense once more. To eyes that had been closed, the darkness was no longer quite so dark; the cabin's interior was silverlit by the near-full moon.\n\nThe crown of Ieva's head ended up just under Helen's chin and her soft, dark hair unfurled into a fragrant mess. The big woman lay motionless, unwilling to disrupt the arrangement. There was something special, she had to admit, about a bed companion, warm, trusting, with no aim or agenda except a good night's sleep. Helen, herself, was fully awake, but did not mind too much. She reminisced about the long slog through the woods that took up most the previous day, and imagined the difficulties of tomorrow. They would go at it together; the old man didn't stand a chance.\n\nIeva wiggled again and squished her cheek against Helen's right breast. Her eyes were closed, and she looked completely happy, smiling in her sleep.\n\nHelen tried to stare up at the rafters but it took her only a few seconds to realise that she had to look at Ieva's face again. There she was, just like that, snoozing along. The pretty girl with silken limbs, moonlit nose, and that drowsy smile. For once, she was still, tamed by slumber, so that it was all right to stare, just a little. Sassy, chipper, impulsive Ieva. Her friend.\n\nSleep seemed a distant goal at the moment. Helen swallowed, and it sounded too loud inside her ears. Her friend's arm was slack across Helen's stomach; just under it was the softness of Ieva's small breast inside the shirt, snugly up against Helen's ribs. It was impossible not to think about that.\n\nIeva shifted again. She rolled into a dancer's pose, stretching out her left leg and bringing her right knee up across Helen's hips. Her inner thigh came to rest on Helen's lower belly and stubbled mound. Her hugging arm bent at the elbow, and the palm of her hand cupped innocently over Helen's left nipple.\n\nHelen, tense on her back, glanced from side to side, then sighed. With her trapped right hand, she almost touched Ieva's lower back, but stopped herself at the last moment. She worried that her fingers might be too cold; then Ieva might wake up, and apologise, and it would end. The only thing Helen dared displace was her inner focus: from the undeniable hand on her breast, to the very salient way that her right hip was flush against the cotton-ensconced heat where Ieva's thigh began.\n\nIeva was dreaming; little movements everywhere, tensing and relaxing. She made a somnolent sound, right into Helen's neck, something between a grunt and a moan. It was dangerously adorable.\n\nHelen sucked in her lips and bit down lightly. A wave of sensation drifted down from her heart to her groin and pooled there: the cool electricity of arousal. She tried to ignore it, then suppress it; inevitably, that just caused it to grow in intensity. Her nipple stood up into Ieva's palm and her clit sent up urgent requests for relief.\n\nIt was fine, she told herself. Everything was fine. She wasn't perving on Ieva. Just a basic reaction to a weirdly intimate situation. Just a body doing what a body did blindly when given certain cues. Warmth, touch, scent, cuteness, perfection, those sorts of things. It would all go away on its own, if she just waited it out.\n\n\"I need to go pee,\" Helen lied a few moments later, gently slipping out of her friend's embrace.\n\n\"Come back soon,\" Ieva muttered sleepily. That quiet *come back soon* didn't help matters one bit.\n\nHelen grabbed her toiletries bag for cover, located a pair of flip-flops, and took one last look at Ieva before heading out. A little curled up sheet-wrapped burrito of a woman; just there, the outline of her bum. Helen practically bolted out the door."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The local witch surrounded her cottage with a variety of protection spells. Anyone who came close would be hit with a "horrible" curse of some kind. Yet instead of warding off intruders, it seems to have had the opposite effect.
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"content": "1/2\n\nThe group of freshman girls jogged through the early-morning streets of town, each wearing only whatever she had been sleeping in, many in their bras and panties, and one only in panties alone, covering her chest with her arms, as she ran. They were thankful to have had the mercy of being able to put on their sneakers, as they jogged to keep up with the two upperclassman girls riding in a pink golf cart ahead of them. The two girls in the cart, aside from having apparently had time to do their hair and makeup before leaving, looked almost unnaturally hotter than the freshmen, both of them having prominent busts and exaggerated curves. They came to the street behind an impressive, old Victorian Mansion, stopping by a tall fence long-overgrown with hedges.\n\nThe blonde driving the cart pulled to a stop and exchanged a knowing look with the Japanese girl who was riding sitting on the back, facing the joggers.\n\n“Ladies Halt!” The Japanese girl called out, through a megaphone, to the group.\n\n“Yes mistress Sayoko!” the girls responded, in unison, as they stopped on the spot.\n\n“Last stop before you’re Alphas!” Sayoko called out.\n\nThe freshmens’ spirits seemed to lift, though they all still tried to remain obedient. The topless one, a petite girl with a blue scene haircut, awkwardly shifted to covering her chest with only one arm, as she lifted the other one to ask a question, waiting until she was acknowledged by a glance from the lead blonde. “Bethany, what time is it? I have an early class, so I’ll need to grab a shirt...” she noticed a look from the blonde and froze.\n\n“What was that?” Bethany asked, breaking out into a predatory smile.\n\n“I...uh! Mistress Bethany, what time is it?” she tried to recover.\n\nBethany just shook her head, waggling her finger. “Too late!” she announced, “Face the street! Ten Jumping Jacks!”\n\nThe scene girl just looked around in a slight panic, noticing that there did seem to be a couple of boys near to walking by. “I… I can’t! I’m… I’m topless!” She looked at the others and Sayoko for sympathy.\n\nSayoko’s expression melted a bit, though she was obviously playing it up. “Aw...” she said, turning toward the blonde, “Skylar can’t do jumping jacks, because she’s topless. Can you throw her a bone?”\n\n“Okay,” Bethany said, easily, much to everyone’s surprise. Skylar, especially, seemed relieved, until she noticed that Bethany had gotten out of the golf cart and started to walk toward her. “Because you don’t know how to do topless jumping jacks, I’ll show you!” She said, and whipped off her sorority t-shirt, tossing it to Sayoko, as the freshmen gasped and tittered. “Face the street!” She said, giving Skylar a look, before turning herself.\n\nHer cheeks burning, Skylar followed suit.\n\n“Wave to the boys!” She said, waving to the group of guys who were walking on the sidewalk opposite them.\n\nSkylar waved, though only with one hand, even though she knew what was coming next.\n\nBethany smiled big. “Aaaaaand! Jumping Jacks”\n\nSayoko called out a count as the two jumped in place, spreading their arms and legs, their naked breasts bouncing. The guys across the street were highly appreciative, offering encouragement and a hearty thumbs up!\n\nSkylar’s cheeks were burning, but by the time it was over, she could only sigh and wave back to the boys, not even bothering to cover herself, having pushed through embarrassment into acceptance. She let her arms stay at her sides, a hint of a silly grin on her face, as she rejoined the group, many of whom offered her whispered congratulations and words of amazement.\n\n“Alright ladies!” Sayoko began, offering Bethany her shirt back, as the blonde returned to the cart. “Now that we’re here, we can get back to business.” She took a stepladder from the passenger seat of the golf cart, noticing, with an indulgent smile, that Bethany hadn’t bothered to put her shirt back on, apparently quite happy to sit topless in the cool morning air. She unfolded the stepladder by the fence. “Hop over this fence, and take one pink berry each from the bushes by the house! Eat it, and you’re an alpha!”\n\nOne of the freshmen, Karen, stepped forward to protest. “I’m pretty sure that’s private property! We could get arrested! We can’t do that!”\n\n“You really, really should, Karen! Trust me!” Sayoko implored.\n\n“You won’t regret it!” Bethany added.\n\n“No… no, I can’t do this!” she replied.\n\nA hint of genuine disappointment and pity swept over Sayoko’s features for a moment, before she shifted into a dramatic mock-pout. “Too bad, so sad! You just washed out then! Goodbye!”\n\nKaren huffed, suddenly angry, as she started to storm away. “You’re all sluts anyway!” she shouted.\n\n“Yes we are! Thank you!” Sayoko said, with over-the-top cheer. “See you around! Everybody wave goodbye!” she continued, until the freshman was out of sight. “Anyone else dropping out?” she added, to the group. When she was met with silence, she hopped up onto the roof of the golf cart and took out her cellphone, ready to film. “In you go, then!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A virus that turns affected people into beautiful young women, even if they were previously men.
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"content": "I heard my ringtone from the other side of the room. Although I had always been a heavy metal fan, I suddenly got the feeling that I should change it to a more relaxed tone, or possibly one that new Justin Bieber song. Reaching for the phone, I noticed that my skin was cracked and blotchy...I’ll have to get a new cream at the store to smooth that out. “Like, who is this?” I asked the caller\n\n\n“Oh hey Alex, it’s me Steph from the other night. How are you?”\n\n\n“Oh hey girl,” I replied, “what’s up babe?”\n\n\n“Well this is sort of awkward, but I’m calling you because I think I came down with a virus that’s been going around and I’m trying to reach out to people so they know what’s up.”\n\n\n“Like the flu or what, hon?” I asked as I sat down and folded one leg over the other, feet almost touching. “Is it an STD? Am i going to get sick?” \n\n\n“Well I’m not sick and the only thing I noticed was that my boobs and butt were getting bigger. Honestly, if someone hadn’t mentioned anything I might not have noticed anything! From what I’ve been told, the virus makes everyone more feminine...have you noticed anything?”\n\n\nTwirling my hair, which felt longer than usual, I responded, “oooh girl I’m jealous! Send me some pics of your new look!”\n\n\n“...I guess I better come over before it’s too late.” I heard the phone call end and wondered what she was talking about. I looked over my body and didn’t notice anything different. I still fit in my skinny jeans although my ass did look better. My stomach was still tight. My skin was still clear. There couldn’t really be anything wrong with me, could there?\n\n\nTwenty minutes later I heard a knock at the door. “Steph, hey girl!” Opening the door, I gave her a huge hug and jumped up and down with her, feeling my chest rub up against hers. “You have GOT to come inside and see my apartment, I’ve been reorganizing and redecorating it all day! Here, have a mimosa.”\n\n\nShe took the drink and looked around the apartment, then back at me. “Well it’s a great start Ally but you have got to come shopping with me. Why don’t you show me your room. I brought a couple of clothes for you to try on.”\n\n\nStrangely, the idea didn’t even phase me. I led her to my room and sat on the bed as she unpacked a bunch of clothes. I hadn’t ever wanted to try on girls clothes before but I was feeling a bit curious today. “Ok, now take off all of your clothes and let me size you up,” Steph said with a mischievous grin. I took off my shirt and she handed me a halter top. Then I took off my bottoms and she handed me a skirt. “Ooh Ally, you fill that out nicely! There’s only one little problem...” she stepped up close to me and looked down. I followed her gaze down to my skirt, tented up with my boner at full mast. She grabbed on and began stroking. “We’ll just have to take care of that now won’t we?” \n\n\nShe got on her knees and took me into her mouth, one hand cradling my balls and the other grabbing up for my chest, kneading my nipples with her fingers in a pleasurable way I had never felt before. I reached down to cradle her head and guide it onto my cock, pulling her back and forth. “Yeah, get it girl!” I heard myself almost cheering for her. Suddenly I felt myself tense up and release a huge load, as if it was the last one I would ever have. She tried to hold it in her mouth but it overflowed all over her face. \n\n\nI pulled her up and laid down in the bed with her. I fingered her and made out with her, not caring about the cum on her face. After about ten minutes, I felt her body shudder and I heard her give a whimper. Our embrace softened as we drifted off to sleep.\n\n\nI woke up a few hours later as the little spoon, with her hand clutching my breasts. I rolled over and woke her up with a few little kisses. She wiped the long hair from both of our faces and reached between my legs, rubbing two fingers against my wet pussy. Steph spoke up first, asking “Hey Ally, are you ready for round 2?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Oh-no the condom broke." Her lizard man lover stated, "But don't worry, I've heard human women find the egg-laying process quite pleasurable."
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"content": "1/3\n\n“Fuck, you’re good, Jessica!” Talyss fucked me from behind, one of his strong, scaly hands holding my arms folded behind my back while the other pinned me down to the bed by my neck, his huge lizard cock sliding deep into my pussy.\n\nMy short, chestnut, hair draping into my face, I moaned back, “Fuck me!” and a string of unintelligible syllables, pinned down with his long fingers wrapped around my neck, starting to choke me. It never took long for me to cum this way. I loved the rough but skillful treatment and the feeling of his glossy scales on my smooth, pale skin. Part of me relished being this petite, human, mage pinned down and violated by a seven-foot tall hulk of a lizardman… and that part of me was my insatiable pussy. My legs spread wide and my light, little ass in the air, as he fucked me fast and deep, it was all that I could do to roll and pump my hips with his, as I grasped and squeezed his cock with my tight pussy, nearly on the edge of losing myself entirely to pleasure.\n\nI felt his long, thick tail come around between my legs and stroke back against my clit, just as he squeezed my neck tighter, making me lightheaded. He knew my weakness, and my pussy practically exploded, as he executed his favorite finishing move. My whole body started to shake, as I felt my pussy quiver, milking him and dragging him in.\n\nI felt his full weight on top of me, as he laid on me, pinning me to the bed with his body, as he plunged his cock all the way into the depths of my sex, its head kissing the mouth of my womb. His body shuddered as he came, and I could feel a huge, thick pulse of hot cum traveling up his cock, as my pussy milked him. I could feel him pumping a massive load of cum straight into my womb, swelling my belly with his seed. I came even harder, writhing and moaning incoherently under him as he pumped me full of his cum, my stomach growing slightly rounder with each fresh, hot pulse of his massive load.\n\nI was so totally fucked senseless, my climax still quaking through me, as I lay pinned under him, my eyes unfocused, that he was the first one to notice anything was amiss.\n\n“Um… babe? I think the condom broke...” he said, running his hand along my side and noticing how his cum had bloated my tummy. He rolled off of me, when I started to struggle under him.\n\nThe feeling of his huge and still semi-stiff cock dragging back out of my pussy set off an aftershock, making me come again, despite everything. His cock audibly slid and popped out of me, trailing a flow of cum with it, a burst condom clinging uselessly to its base.\n\nIt took me a moment to come to myself enough to roll over and survey the damage. My belly was swollen with his cum, even as a huge pool of it flooded out of me onto the sheets. I could have sworn that I could feel my ovaries marinating in lizard-jizz, and I wouldn’t have been totally wrong. I sat up on my elbows, feeling it slosh in my womb. I pressed on my belly, and more of it flowed out, but not all. My belly was still swollen, and I knew that the damage was done. I looked at Talyss, desperately. “What happened?” I asked.\n\n“I don’t know,” he said, as he looked at the effects of the torrent of lizard-seed that he’d pumped into my body. “It just happened. I mean… we did go at it pretty hard… for a pretty long time.”\n\nI looked away from him, blushing. He was right about that… Stamina was not a problem for Talyss, and that might have been one of my favorite things about him. That last major climax had probably been my 5th of the night… I’d been on top of him, when we started, and we’d fucked through about three or four positions in between. All that seemed to want to come out had come out, and my belly was still slightly round. I tried to work out the mess that my greedy pussy had gotten me into. “I don’t think I was fertile right now...” I said.\n\nHe rubbed the back of his neck. “That doesn’t matter,” he said, “Lizardman cum pretty much makes a woman ovulate...” He stroked my arm. “You… you know that.”\n\nI did know that, but I was trying not to remember. I sighed, looking at the ceiling.\n\n“But don’t worry though,” he said, stroking my back, “I’ve heard human women find the egg-laying process quite pleasurable.”\n\nI looked at him, incredulously. “Are you serious?” I asked.\n\n“Yeah,” he said, reassuringly. “Most do! And… I’ve seen some of your toys… you’ll love it!”\n\nI took a shower, coming out with my belly still just slightly swollen with his cum, despite anything I did. Apparently some of it just stays in there to make sure that it takes. I looked up a bit of information in the books that I had, and it turned out he was probably right. Lizard-human pregnancies only took about a month, forming eggs. I had to admit, the thought did turn me on a little… In fact, I was just feeling sort of horny, generally... hornier than usual, even for me.\n\nI cupped my small, pert breasts, as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, and I was sure that I could feel them tingling. With all of what little height that I did have coming from my long legs, I sort of wondered if I even had room inside me for a clutch of lizardman eggs.. People were always surprised at what sorts of toys and partners a slim and petite girl like me could take, but bigger guys and bigger toys were some of my favorite challenges. I figured… what the heck, I could birth some eggs! My pussy tingled, as I ran my hand under the slightly swollen new curve of my belly. I was going to be pregnant with some new little playmates for Talyss’ estate!\n\nThe first week was almost normal. I could tell that I was pregnant almost immediately. The hormones practically flooded my bloodstream as Talyss’ lizard-cum put my womb into overdrive, forcing my body to release lots of eggs for his potent seed to fertilize. I didn’t show much, at first… as the little bit of roundness from his cum swelling my womb was hardly noticeable under my clothing, but I could tell that I was steadily getting bigger whenever I looked at myself, which was often. I was glad that Talyss decided to stay at my place for as long as I was “Carrying his clutch” to take care of me. I was glad, because the sex was great! I pretty much liked to have sex, if I had someone over, but we were having a lot of it, even by my standards, and it was especially nice to not have to worry about condoms. I was already pregnant, after all! And as far as I’m concerned, making sure that I’ve been fucked to my satisfaction is one of the most important parts of taking care of me!\n\nI found Talyss’ scent even more alluring than I usually did, and that went double for the flavor of his cum. At least once a day, I found myself sucking him off, bobbing my head on his cock and eagerly coaxing him to cum in my mouth and fill my stomach with his tasty seed. It seemed to satisfy a hunger in the pit of my stomach, and I sighed with delight whenever I felt his cum fill me up. I always licked up every drop from the head of his manhood. Apparently, it was a very normal sort of pregnancy craving when a woman is full of growing lizard-eggs. It was sort of heavenly, and only fair, as Talyss had his long, nimble, divinely-gifted lizard tongue probing my pussy morning, noon, and night. He even developed a new technique where he would circle and suck my clit while fingering me, and I couldn't believe how hard I came every time!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Kinky adventures in an entirely immersive MMORPG!
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"content": " - you are an extremely bored NPC. you stand in one spot and hand out the same quest day after day. Your friend, who stands in the opposite corner of the town square has given you a pair of vibrating panties, and they have the switch. Can you make it through another shift without the players noticing?\n\n - a high level guild executes a well-choreographed raid to fuck a giant monster raid boss and get it's magic jizz for the end-game content.\n\n - A bug makes it so that instead of taking damage, combatants get distractingly aroused.\n\n - the degraded, tied up sex slave in the corner of the guild hall is actually played by the leader of the guild who orchestrates all the group activities and stuff. Everyone ties him up and fucks him because he asks them to.\n\n - In an FPS, a network bug disconnects all the players, but the characters stay in the game. With no reason to fight anymore, they express their pent up feelings for each other\n\n - a player logs in to find their character seems to be sentient and is actively flirting with them\n\n - a bunch of cliche fantasy heroes login to a sexy MMO set in the modern world, and roleplay being cheating housewives or slutty pizza delivery guys or whatever.\n\n - the team's Healslut is trying out a new stamina regeneration build. To see how efficient it is, you need to fuck her as hard as possible with your berserker werewolf character to see if she can keep up.\n\n - in the locker room after a MOBA match, the exaggerated fantasy characters discuss their favorite type of nerdy gamers, and fantasize about what they'd do to the players if they ever got the chance.\n\n - the newest patch has buffed a previously joke-tier character to the very top of the list, and now they're demanding that all the other characters apologize for the years of bullying.\n\n - the tutorial NPC gently guides a new player through the intro to the game\n\n - two mobs accidentally set to spawn outside the map have nothing to do but talk to each other, and eventually develop feelings for one another.\n\n - a bunch of characters are excitedly waiting to be selected in a Gacha game, and the most desperately lonely one of the bunch finally gets her chance."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your a monsterboy who lives in the wildlands. You find this scared, lost girl, and as you walk her home it becomes clear her licentious impulses are get the better of her.
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"content": "Note: dubcon\n***\nThere was something wrong, and Fennick could smell it. In the air, he sensed the faint trail of lavender in full bloom—too soon, here in the wildlands. The shoots and buds under his boots were still tightly wound and immature, nothing like the heady odor on the winds. He followed it into the dense evergreen forest. The scent grew stronger, marked on broken branches and bushes, on soft needles that bristled his nose. Fennick’s coat snagged on dried twigs, announcing his arrival to all who cared to listen.\n\n“Who’s there?” he heard. There was a tremble in the voice that made Fennick’s long ears tingle. Her voice led him to the entrance of a shallow cave, one he’d used to bed down on more than one hunting trip. \n\n“I mean you no harm,” he said. “Do you need help?”\n\n“I...I’m lost, and cold.” A pale figure emerged from the cave: a short human woman, wrapped in a thin blanket. When she saw Fennick’s glowing yellow eyes and white snout, she ran back into the cave and wept. “Please don’t kill me! Please, I just want to go home!”\n\n“Look, uh, I’m not here to hurt you or anything.” He stepped into the clearing and extended his thin arms. “See? I’m just a regular aesop, not some big bad wolf. If you’re lost, I could help you get back to wherever you came from. How does that sound?”\n\nThe frightened woman creeped back out with one hand clutching the blanket, the other holding a heavy stick. “You keep your distance until I can see you.”\n\nFennick reached into his pocket and pulled out a glowing orb, then lobbed it at her feet. She jumped back like it was a grenade, then recognized it. Soft yellow light hit him in the face and he had to squint with his paws in front of his eyes. “Can you *not* do that for a moment? Thanks. I’m Fennick.”\n\n“Glory.” She lowered it and he could see her dirty bedroom slippers and bare, shivering calves. \n\n“Well Glory, I don’t think you’re in any condition to be roaming the wildlands at night.” He stepped closer and her scent filled his muzzle. He slid past her and walked deeper into the cave. “You’re in luck though, I think I stashed some supplies here.” \n\nHe lit a fire at the entrance and stepped back so Glory could warm up. The flames reflected in her brown eyes and slightly scratched face. “Tell me, where do you live?”\n\n“Summerland village, north of the capital.” \n\n“That’s...more than a day’s journey, even from the edge of the wildlands. How did you get from there to *here*?” The water boiled and he added some roots and a blue carrot. The billowing steam changed color and filled the area with a minty aroma. \n\n“I don’t know. I remember going to sleep, after my mother had visited me. That night I dreamt of falling in cold darkness, and when I awoke, I was here, still in my nightshirt.” Glory opened her blanket to reveal the long shapeless top that stopped at her knees. She closed it again and huddled closer to the fire. \n\nFennick poured the tea into a cup and handed it to her. “This herbal tea will help you rest and be rejuvenated for tomorrow.”\n\n“Is it going to knock me out so you can rape me?”\n\n“What, what? Why would you go there?” he stammered. Fennick snatched back the cup and drank it in one gulp. “Hot!” he exclaimed, rolling away. Steam rose from his long tongue as he waved his big paws to cool down. Glory watched with amusement, which turned into full-blown laughter. Fennick sat on the other side of the fire and crossed his arms. \n\n“I’m sorry,” she said, “I really am. I’ve never been to the wildlands before. Never been, *anywhere* before. I used to hear stories from my grandparents…”\n\nFennick raised his paw. “Stop. I don’t want to hear them, because you seem like a nice woman and I don’t like telling nice people that their families are racist.”\n\nGlory looked away, a little hurt by the implication. “Is there any more tea?” Fennick gave her another serving and she took it with both hands. Her fingers were cold and slender, passing between his furry digits. “Thank you,” she said, drinking, “it’s delicious.” She stared into the fire silently, lost in thought. \n\n“It’s getting late, Glory, and I’m going to sleep out here. There’s some bedding in the cave...it might make sleep more comfortable.” He curled himself into a circle by the fire with his long bushy tail covering his face. He could hear her drag the cushion to the fire and fall into it with a *whoomp*. The ensuing dust cloud of his and her scents mixed together hit his nose, and he was not unhappy about it. Fennick closed his eyes and slept lightly.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n“Fennick,” Glory whispered. “Fennick, are you awake?” She poked his shoulder until he stirred.\n\n“Mmm, what is it?” \n“Fennick, I’m cold. The fire’s died out and I can’t go back to sleep. I...I could use a little company. There’s room on the pad…”\n\n“No.”\n\n“Why? You have all that, thick orange fur,” she complained, then opened her blanket. “All I have is this flimsy shirt. I’ll surely freeze to death!”\n\n“I don’t sleep with strange women who are lost in the woods.”\n\n“”I am *not* strange. I’m perfectly normal.”\n\n“For a human, if she were in her own bed, which you are not.”\n\n“Come on, please? Would you let a hairless maiden like me die in your woods? That’s a bad omen, I’ll bet!”\n\nFennick rose to his feet and took off his coat. His white and orange fur underneath was smooth and full, his chest slowly rising and falling. Glory looked him up and down up before settling at his face, and licked her lips. He took a step closer, sensing something desperate and dangerous on her breath. The coat was much larger on her, but he tugged at the shoulders until it covered her body. “Stay warm, Glory. Good night.” With the fire burnt down to embers, and without a coat, Fennick decided to sleep in the cave. \n\nIt wasn’t long before she joined him. Glory laid down behind him and threw the blanket over both of them. There was something different about the sensation on his back, like there was nothing between him and her soft skin. Fennick sat up, startled. “What are you doing?” He looked down and saw her naked body: dark nipples over ample breasts, inked lines along her belly that curved down to a bare mound. He smelled something new. “Tell me why I should just *leave you* here, right now,” he growled.\n\n“Okay! Okay,” she stammered. “I...I wasn’t quite honest before, about not knowing how I got her.”\n\n“Really.”\n\n“I was working on a minor teleportation spell and well, I sort of botched it. I thought it fizzled out completely, but it turns out that I may have just delayed it. I went to bed and thought nothing of it until…”\n\n“Poof.”\n\n“More like, Ka-blammo. I’m pretty sure I left my house on fire. But here’s the thing, I know how to return, with another magic spell.”\n\n“Are you sure, you should be dabbling in that? Not to be too critical, but you’re not doing so great with the *hocus pocus*.”\n\n“This is different, a spell I learned at the Academy. It’s one we all had to learn to keep out of trouble. It’s called Fox’s Flight.”\n\nFennick palmed his face. *Please don’t be racist, please don’t be racist*\n\n“Once cast, the spell allows me to fly great distances. It’s not teleportation, but it will get me home tonight, and out of your hair...erm, fur. It’s real simple too! I just have to say the incantation as I…”\n\n“As you, what?”\n\n“I have to be in the throes of...I have to be orga…” Glory’s face was red. “I need to cum on a fox’s cock.”\n\n“Well, *that’s* convenient, me being here, right now?”\n\n“I *may* have tracked you.”\n\nFennick shook his head. “This just keeps getting better. Tell me, Ms. Magic Pussy, were you going to cut it off and leave me, or just force me to mount you?”\n\n“Listen! It doesn’t have to be like any of that. I want to go home, and you want me out of these woods, right?” Fennick was silent, and Glory rose, letting the blanket fall away. Her naked form was silhouetted in the cave entrance. “Don’t you think I’m attractive?” Her scent was growing stronger as her hand moved between her legs. “Wouldn’t you like to slip your hard cock into my hot, wet pussy?”\n\n“Don’t tempt me.” Fennick’s ears twitched as the cave echoed with the sounds of her fingers. He couldn’t ignore the bulge in his pants, threatening to peek out from under the waistband. Glory walked closer and he fell to his knees, his snout grazing the back of her hand. He shut his eyes and seethed, then pounced on her with amazing speed. She fell out of the cave, onto the cushion with Fennick pinning her shoulders. \n\n“Fine! Fine,” he growled in her ear. “Let’s get it over with.” \n\n“Oh, yes!” she gasped, holding his head against her neck. Fennick lapped her smooth skin, licking her face, her ears, and throat. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants and he kicked them off in one motion. \n\nHe didn’t wait, no did he have to. Glory’s slick pussy took all of him in with one smooth stroke. She wrapped her legs around his back as he thrusted deep inside. His hot breath on her naked body, shaft drilling her relentlessly, drove her to new heights of pleasure. Glory raked his back and demanded his cum.\n\n“Give it,” she seethed, “I want to drain your balls, I want every last drop of your cum, Oh!” Her orgasm reached the edge and she began to speak in tongues. The ink on her belly glowed with growing intensity, while her muscles squeezed and rolled his cock inside her.\n\n“I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, pumping faster. He was panting hard, unable to look down as Glory finished the spell. At last, his cock exploded with long ropes of cum, riding her as he came harder. \n\nThe light below him was blinding. Rolling over, he saw Glory floating in the air with her blanket over her shoulder. She blew him a kiss and Fennick shook his head, shooing her away. He looked at the mess of his fur and pants, then cleaned up the site. He didn’t ask for the nose he was given, but Fennick wished it wouldn’t get him in so much trouble."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She thought she'd worded her wish good enough for the Genie to not play any tricks on her: "Make me look however the man who'll love and care for me the most finds the most attractive.", However, what she'd not expected was to wake up the next morning as a huge breasted monster girl...
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"content": "As Heather woke up next to her boyfriend, she noticed that he was three times smaller than he’d been the night before. Stretching out her arms, she felt how tight her clothes were as the seams began to rip. As she stroked her hands over her body, she felt massive toned muscles and a huge bust. Standing up, her head hit the ceiling and knocked her to the ground. The sound woke up her boyfriend, who was horrified by her appearance in real life. The woman who stood before him was simply the fantasy he had most recently pleasures himself to; not the type of girl he usually wanted. He reached out to cup her massive breasts in his small hands, then buried his face into them. He away from them and held her face close, matching her lips with his and telling her it was all going to be ok. As she drew away from his kiss, she exclaimed, “NOW WE MUST MAKE SNU SNU!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: This time, they’ll have no choice but to notice you...
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"content": "Nobody likes a sweaty boob on their face. It’s sexy at first, so comforting after. Try waking up with a heavy breast stuck to your cheek, no way to get out from under it. She’s a heavy sleeper, and I am weak. Oh God, my breath is making it *hotter*, and I’m tied up like a roast. *Riiight, last night*. I lick my lips just thinking about it. It occurs to be that they could make a *near perfect* seal on her skin. Instead of pulling away, I lean in and deliver the loudest raspberry to her chest. \n\n“Morning sunshine.”\n\n***\nI was restricting myself to 100 words. Comments and feedback are welcome!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Trapped in a tent in an unforeseen blizzard, you and your crush have no choice but to share a single sleeping bag. It's a perfect, if cliche, set up for sex. Or it would be, if one of you wasn't married to someone else...
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"content": "Jill hammered the last stake into the ground just as the snow started to fall hard. She watched Drew struggle to assemble the last tent pole; his extra thick gloves made him as dexterous as a puppy dog with grown up paws. Now secured to the ground, the tent began to slowly fill with light wind, like a tiny, misshapen bounce house. “Want some help?” she asked.\n\n“Yeah, can you put those poles in for me? I...almost...got this one...there!” He stood the pole upright and inflated his chest, like he was posing with a big fish. “Just in time.”\n\nThey assembled the rest quickly. After camping with the same gear, year after year, some tasks had become easy—moving in autopilot. The tent became rigid, and the pair tied down the fly tarp to keep the whole thing from being blown off the mountain pass. \n\nDrew ignited the gas stove and placed a small pot of water over it, while Jill knelt at the entrance and opened the food bag. “What do you want tonight, beef stew, curry, or the mystery pouch?” \n\nHe looked up and stared at Jill’s rear end, poking out from the tent. Her black leggings hugged her thighs like a second skin, and Drew caught himself gazing between her legs. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”\n\nJill turned around with three foil bags. “Beef, curry, or whatever *this* is.” It had been years since she’d bought the dehydrated meal, and it had gone on many camping trips only to be passed for something better. Now the only thing legible was the expiration date. “It’s no good after this year.”\n\n“Let’s go with the mystery,” he said, opening his knife. He cut the bag open and smelled. “I want to say, barbeque chicken? What do you think?”\n\n“I think I’m hungry. Toss it in.” The contents fell into the pot in crumbles and chunks, and Jill leaned over the pot. “It’s probably shit, but beggars can’t be choosers.”\n\nThe wind died down as they ate, but the heavy snow fell in large, soft flakes. The absence of biting cold made the mountainside almost cozy. Drew cleaned the mess kits while Jill sat back with a flask of gin. She looked beyond the pass, to the lake in the valley that was their goal for tomorrow. The blue waters looked calm and pristine, just like last year, and the year before. This spot was her favorite, the place where she could see all the beauty before her in a wide, panoramic view. Tomorrow, they’d be hiking through the dense woods, continuing until they heard water, lapping at the shore. A snowflake landed on her nose and woke her out of the daze. Jill stood up and her leg betrayed her. “Oh, shit!”\n\n“What, are you okay?” \n\n“Yeah, I just got a charley horse.” Jill sat back down on a fresh patch of snow and stretched her leg, rolling her foot to ease the pain. \n\nDrew knelt at her feet and took off his gloves. “Do you want me to massage it?” He looked at her with his hands at the ready.\n\nShe paused. Only two people, besides herself, had ever touched her calves: the nice korean woman who worked at the spa on 5th Street, and Harvey. *Harvey.* Jill didn’t know what made her think of her husband at the moment, but the muscle spasm soon pushed him out of her mind. “Yeah, okay,” she said, “if you think it will help.”\n\nDrew lifted her foot and placed it on his lap, then slowly rubbed her stiff muscle. Her calf was hard as a rock, and she hissed when he applied too much pressure on it. “How does it feel? Better?” \n\nJill nodded, and he changed hand positions, running the knuckle of his thumb along the sides. The knot began to loosen and she sighed, leaning back against her elbows. “You could be a pro, you know.”\n\n“Well, if database administration doesn’t pan out, I’ll keep that in mind.” He looked at her long, smiling face while she reclined, watching the snow melt on her clothes and black hair. Her parka obscured all but the faintest indication of her rising and falling chest. *I’ll ask her tonight.*\n\n“I wish Harvey could see this,” she said. “I know it’d be a disaster, but I think I could convert him into a camper if I could pull him away from his games for a day.” Jill reflexively twisted the wedding band under her glove and sighed. “Camping means something entirely different to him.”\n\nThey stared at each other for a moment, with only the steady snowfall between them. Drew stopped massaging her leg but hadn’t let go. “It’s getting cold,” Jill said, “and my ass is freezing.” She crawled to the tent and brushed off the flakes before taking off her hiking boots, and Drew followed her.\n\nThe fly zipped down, and the world collapsed to the size of a three-person tent. Drew unpacked the bedrolls and his sleeping bag while Jill rummaged through her bag. “What the fuck?” she muttered.\n\n“What’s wrong?”\n\n“My sleeping bag. *Where* is my sleeping bag?” She unzipped every pouch, every drawstring and pocket, but it wasn’t there. “I can’t fucking believe it. Ten years, we’ve been doing this trip and I’ve never forgotten my gear.”\n\n“Maybe you’re getting old and senile,” he replied, smiling. “Would you like a cardigan and a hard candy?”\n\n“Fuck you, this is serious.” Jill looked at the mess inside the tent, dejected. It wasn’t there, and her backpack was completely empty. “I’m fucked.”\n\nAs she repacked her gear, Drew spoke softly, “I have a suggestion. You could… I mean we could… share my bag… with me.” With her back turned away, he couldn’t see her expression. She just kept stuffing and stowing. “Jill…”\n\nJill stopped packing abruptly, and looked up at the tent ceiling. She felt a small but recognizable pang of failure in her heart. *How could I forget it?* She threw the last item into a pocket and turned around, leaning against her pack. “I need a drink.”\n\n“Jill, did you hear what I said?”\n\nShe closed her eyes while she took a swig of gin. “I heard, Drew. I heard.” Jill looked at his sleeping bag and it looked new, and bigger. “Drew…”\n\n“I *had* to, Jill! I don’t think I could live with the regret if I didn’t ask.”\n\n“I’m… I’m married.” She twisted her ring again, a little harder. “How long have you been feeling like this? About me?” \n\n“For years. Ever since we took CHEM Lab together.”\n\nJill remembered the failed experiments and the good times in the study group. “You were with Lucy back then. You married her! Why didn’t you say anything?”\n\n“I don’t know,” he sighed. “Maybe I was more in love with her. Is that possible to love two people with *all* your heart, but love someone a *little* bit more? She was my everything, all I could ever ask for in a woman” He looked hurt as he watched his life play like a video in his mind. “When you told me you were engaged, I’ll admit that I felt a little jealous, even then. I thought the *adult* thing to do was to push those feelings away.\n\n“You proposed right after. Lucy told me that *my* engagement was the best thing to happen to *your* relationship.” She thought about both of their whirlwind romances, how they were just four young people in love, and then suddenly, there were three. “I’m...I’m sorry about Lucy.”\n\n“Yeah. Me too.” Drew stared at his lap and watched his pants absorb his tears. Jill could hear the quiver in his voice. “It’s just… I’ve been so lonely… I thought, *hey, it’s our tenth year, maybe there’s a chance*...” \n\nJill crawled over to him as he laid down in a fetal position. “Hey, hey, it’s okay to have feelings, right?” She sat cross-legged and propped his head on her lap. For all his failings, Drew was still a friend, still in pain. Brushing away his tears and cupping his hot cheek just felt *right.*\n\n“I’m sorry Jill. I thought you had the same feelings for me. We’ve been doing this trip for so long… I’m sorry I put you in this position.” He looked up at her face, her hair surrounding them both and wished he knew what she was thinking. *God, I hope it’s mercy.* “I have to confess. I took your bag out at the trailhead before we got started.”\n\n“You stupid asshole,” she joked, “is killing me your way of saying I love you?”\n\n“I *am* shit. I’m sorry.”\n\n“Tomorrow, I’m going home,” Jill said, “to my husband. You should go to the lake and maybe think more about your choices.”\n\n“Tomorrow. What about tonight?”\n\n“Tonight, we’re going to sleep together: clothes on, back-to-back. If I so much as as *hear* you try to turn, you’re sleeping out of the bag.”\n\n“That’s more than fair.”\n\n“It’s more than you deserve, but it’s also snowing so, let’s just try to be civil.” She let him sit up and they both prepared to sleep. The double bag was soft and warm, but Jill picked the zipper side in case he tried anything. *Fucking guys, just thinking about themselves.*\n\nJill turned off the lantern but couldn’t fall asleep. Despite the beautiful country, the perfect hike with one of her oldest friends, this felt like the worst night in her life. Cold settled in, starting at her feet. The wool and polypro socks did nothing and her toes began to ache. Normally, she’d sleep through it, but now the chills crept up her legs. She turned around and spooned Drew.\n\n“Not a word,” she whispered, sliding her arm under his. “The rule is the same. If you roll over, if you do anything that isn’t sleeping, you’re out of the bag.” The contact felt good, at least for the half of her body that touched him. She felt him rub their feet together and her toes relaxed again. *Warm toes are good for sleep, it’s sleep-related. I’ll allow it* \n\nDrew’s chest felt different than Harvey’s: firmer, broader. He covered her cold hands with his own, interlocking their fingers. “Good night, Jill,” he whispered.\n\nJill stared into the darkness but knew his head was in front of her. Somewhere, deep down, she had an urge to nuzzle into his neck, to let him turn around, to turn around for him. As she heard his breathing grow deeper, her eyelids became heavy, as if a new burden had been placed over her face, and Jill tumbled into sleep.\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Touch, but don’t look.”
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"content": "1/3\n\nThe battle was over, but the ring of Orgazzo still lay on the ground, glowing with dark magics, preparing to send itself to another host, who at it’s merest touch, would transformed into an unspeakable creature of uncontrollable lusts, just as had happened to it’s previous owner, who now lay beside it, many obscene tentacles and feelers melting away from his body, dissolving into black ichor and wisps of shadow.\n\nThe Wizard Hector was unable to grasp hold of it using his magic, try as he might, and none other of the band of adventurers dared approach it, none other than Elanor Lightbringer, Paladin of The Triumvirate.\n\nRalis, swashbuckler and, reformed bandit saw what she was doing and called out to her, “Elanor, no! The gods won’t block its magic!”\n\nElanor briefly met his gaze, but impassively continued on toward the ring.\n\nHector and the Goblin Bard, Kimilee, exchanged a look, but didn’t move to stop Elanor.\n\n“No!” Ralis called, reaching out toward her even as the wind from the ring tousled his dark, brown hair, and its wan purple light reflected off of his hazel eyes.\n\nElanor reached the ring, her long, dark hair blowing about, as she regarded it evenly. She primly squatted down, knees together, and she reached out her hand.\n\n“Elanor!” Ralis called out, desperately.\n\nShe picked it up, its flaring of magic subsiding at her touch, and she stood, gingerly holding it in her fingers. She looked at it coolly, for a moment, before she drew its protective case from a satchel on her belt and placed it inside. “It should be safe now,” she said. She ran a hand through her hair, though her hair already seemed to have fallen perfectly into place.\n\n“But… but how?” Ralis asked, in disbelief, as he rushed to her side. “Elanor, are you alright?”\n\nShe smiled lightly at him, meeting his gaze for only a moment. “I’m quite fine. The ring’s magic won’t affect me,” she said, a hint of amusement in her eyes, even as she maintained her placid composure. She turned, starting to walk away. “We should find a place to make camp.”\n\nRalis noticed that the others were doing similar, and he was beside himself. “Kimi! Hector! We have to at least check her out! She touched the ring! Who knows what it might have done to her?”\n\nHector was inscrutable, though a slight smile seemed to crook one corner of his wrinkled lips. “I’m certain that Elanor appreciates your concern.” Ralis’ developing crush on Elanor was all but an open secret. The goblin bard was the only one to ever hint at it though, and even then only to tease him.\n\nKimilee giggled. “You should tell him!” she said, drawing Elanor’s attention, “He’s the only one who doesn’t know, y’know.”\n\n“Tell me what?” Ralis asked.\n\nThe goblin and paladin exchanged a look, Elanor eventually giving a mild shrug and a hint of an eye roll before averting her gaze.\n\n“Elanor is Half-Succubus!” Kimi beamed. “She’s immune to this kinda stuff. She can literally eat libidomancy!”\n\n“Half-Succubus?” Ralis said, turning to her.\n\nElanor straitened her posture, giving her hair a toss, and she sighed, looking away. “Indeed,” she said, after a pause.\n\nRalis looked her over. He’d always assumed that her slightly-pointed ears, usually hidden by her hair, meant that she might have an elf in her bloodline somewhere, but he never could have guessed that the holy knight he had been traveling with for the past weeks could have been part Succubus! In a way, it made sense. Elanor was always the picture of beauty, her hair always perfectly framing her face, her face seeming to always have naturally all of those effects that women normally achieve through labor at the vanity, her lips rosy and plump, her sapphire eyes attention grabbing and sultry. Even her posture and way of moving seemed to draw the eye end emphasize her femininity, if she didn't constantly straighten and control herself, and even then it simply became more subtle, differently flavored.\n\nBeneath her armor lay the sort of lewd body that one might more likely have expected to find on an exotic dancer than a knight, or more likely still on a bawdy illustration. Abundant, round breasts, soft and heavy, a waist most women would need a corset to match, wide, curvy hips, a round bottom and uncannily long legs. Whenever she wasn’t in her armor, whatever cloth she wore seemed to conspire to drape over or cling to her figure in whatever ways seemed most alluring. Ralis had caught the barest glimpse of her accidentally, once, when she was bathing, and the echo of it still ignited his dreams, its memory sending a pulse of excitement to his loins whenever her perfect form passed through his mind.\n\nBut there was something that didn’t add up. The reason that he knew he could never pursue her, never make his feelings known. He wondered aloud “Aren’t Holy Knights of The Triumvirate required to be celibate? Is that harder for you? Is there some kind of exception...”\n\nElanor’s cheeks lit up at the implication, even her blush only making her more beautiful, as she cut him off. “No Knight shall be seen to fornicate or engage in sodomy… Yes, the rules are quite clear. You may trust that I am extremely familiar with church law and its interpretations and that I conduct myself only in those ways that do not break my vows.”\n\nKnowing what kind of libido she must be dealing with, Ralis felt that he had to confess his feelings. “Elanor… I… I’ve felt...”\n\nShe interrupted him, again. “I inherited my mother’s ability to sense lust. I know all that I need to. Please say no more,” she said, unable to meet his gaze, finally settling on looking off to the side."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Like any ethical woman of science she is, there is only one thing to do with the aphrodisiac she has created... invite some friends over and use it on them. What could possibly go wrong...
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"content": "“Oh my god, that scent is so good!” Amy said as she laid her lithe body out on the couch. Her red hair hung over the arm rest as she breathed in deeply. She looked just like the last time she was on Amanda’s couch, except she wasn’t bawling after having found out her boyfriend was fucking Rebecca.\n“Could be better” Rebecca shot back, “but what more could I expect from the second best scientist in the academy.” Rebecca had her arms crossed in the middle of the room, lifting her already impressive bust.\n“Stop being such a cunt and just enjoy it” Linda spat back at Rebecca. They glared at each other, just like they did when Linda found out Rebecca fucked her boyfriend, although now Linda has short blonde hair, as opposed to Rebecca’s auburn mane, so there wasn’t much to grab onto this time aside from maybe a couple of her piercings.\nAmanda stood opposite of Rebecca, her arms similarly crosses, but without the curves to accentuate it. Amanda was all muscle, having gotten a volleyball scholarship before falling in love with science as she broke her leg and couldn’t play. Rebecca was always just a few marks higher than her. Rumours swirled that she was fucking the profs would a bump, which Amanda could see happening as she looked like a pro when she walked in on Rebecca riding her boyfriend.\n\nRebecca spun to face Linda, but before either could say anything more a moan stole their attention. They all turned to Amy who had her hand down her yoga pants and, judging by the wet spot at her crotch, was working her way to a second orgasm. \n“What the fuck?” Rebecca exclaimed, hiding the fact she was feeling aroused.\n“Actually, that’s a good idea.” Linda replies as she slid her jeans down and began rubbing her clit. \n“That’s it, I’m out you crazy le...” Rebecca froze when Amanda blasted her with a few puffs of her perfume. It took a couple seconds, but when it began working it was pretty obvious. Rebeccas nipples poked through her bra and she became flushed as she rubbed her thighs together. \n“Are you a dirty fucking whore?” Amanda asked.\n“No” Rebecca said, despite her hand reaching under her waistband. \nAmanda grabbed Rebeccas wrist. “Oh really.” She said as she blast Rebecca with another hit of perfume. “Because you seemed like a dirty whore, fucking out boyfriends like that. Maybe it’s time we return the favour?”\n“Please...” was all Rebecca said before another hit of the perfume sent her off.\n“Please fuck me! I’m a dirty whore! I’m whatever you want just please let me cum!” \nAmanda smiles and called the other girls over. Once Linda was done her second orgasm, and Amy her fourth, they moved to Rebecca. Like animals, they ripped off her clothes, taking liberties to grope her as well. Linda was behind Rebecca, squeezing and spanking her while Amy sucked on Rebecca’s nipples and ground their pussies together.\nThis gave Amanda the opportunity to grab her strap on. It was a thick flesh coloured cock with ripples down the sides. After securing it to her waist, she grabbed a pair of handcuffs too.\nNone of the girls noticed Amanda, or her new cock, as she dusted them with a few more clouds of her aphrodisiac perfume. Then she gave herself a couple hits of it before pushing in. \nImmediately, Amanda took control. She pushed Amy back onto the couch and forced her legs open, one propped up over the top while the other rested on the coffee table. Amanda let Linda keep spanking as she bent Rebecca over and cuffed her hands behind her back. Finally, she pushed Linda back so she could guide Rebecca to Amy’s pussy. Once her face was buried, Amy’s legs securing her head in tight, Amanda slid under Rebecca and began working the head into her pussy. Rebecca’s moan when the head finally popped into her cunt made Amy cum for a sixth time. As Amanda found her rhythm on the bottom, she reached up and spread Rebecca’s ass cheeks. Linda wasted no time and jabbed her tongue into Rebecca’s tight hole. The tip managed to wiggle in, but as soon as the barbell piercing hit Rebecca shuddered as as she ground against the dildo for her first orgasm. \n“Someone like it in the ass, huh?” Linda said as she began to finger herself. Rebecca tried to reply, but all she could do was get a mouthful of Amy’s pussy juice as she came again. Her fingers now slick, Linda pushed her middle finger all the way to the knuckle in Rebecca’s ass, forcing another orgasm. When she pulled out, Linda readied her index finger and pushed it in as well. She postponed the fingers in and out until Rebecca came again, then Linda added a third. This continued until Linda made a cone with her hand and pressed it against Rebecca’s anus. As the hand pushed in, Rebecca’s moan turned into a scream as fingers wriggled their way to the knuckle. Linda and Rebecca both gave a violent moan as the fist pushed inside. Linda made a fist inside Rebecca’s ass as she felt the muscles clenched. Letting out an animalistic growl, Rebecca shuddered and came all over Amanda’s strap on. \n“You like that, don’t you!” Linda shouted, to which Rebecca tried to answer but still couldn’t between Amy’s thighs. Linda began twisting her hand while thrusting it back and forth, bringing her knuckles just at the cusp of popping out before pushing back in deeper than before. \nAfter a few minutes, the three switched places around Rebecca with Amy now fisting her ass, her thin arms pushing almost all the way to the elbow, while Amanda gave the strap on to Linda so that Rebecca could eat her out. Finally, after one final rotation, the aphrodisiac perfume began to wear off, leaving the four naked bodies entwined and spent.\nWhen Amanda woke up, she noticed that Linda and Amy were still asleep, but Rebecca was gone. When she went to look for her, she found a note taped to the door which read: \n\nAmanda,\nI must admit I’m impressed with that experiment, but you’re still a second class scientist in comparison. Here’s a better catalyst to add which will speed up the process and adding the agent below with make the effects last longer. I’ll be back next week to see if you fucked it up.\n\nRebecca."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The whole house has been snowed in for five days, the power (and the porn) went out three days ago. Tensions are rising and you just drew the short straw.
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"content": "I stare at myself in the full length mirror in my sisters room. She stares at me and smiles. “More than passable. Dad and Bran are going to have a great time with your tight little body.” I have one older brother, one older sister then me, the youngest boy. Mom was out when the snowstorm hit. Power has been out for days, completely blocked in, no internet, phones. Worst of all: no porn. My family has always been open about sex but it always remained behind doors. Now we’re out in the open. We all drew straws. The one with the longest got to call the porn, the one with the shortest has to be the “other”. Dad drew the long straw first. He wanted to “spit roast” the short straw. I drew the short straw. At 5’5 and 100lbs i am tiny. So my sister helped me shave every inch, **every inch** of my body, lotion me up, and put a wig on me. She did my makeup and we practiced walks for about an hour. I put on some of her clothes, a short dress and panties, scrunching my cock into an uncomfortable ball. \n\nI walk out into the living room. My dad and swim-team captain brother were already shirtless and a little drunk. “Holy fuck, you look... good!” Bran smiled “you look really good!” He comes over to me and puts and arm around me. This must be what every girl in the school has experienced with him. “Why don’t you have a seat on the couch, with us!” He leads me to the couch and I plop down. \n\n“Yeah, I mean, I barely recognize you!” My dad says, slurring a little and touching my shoulder and chest. My sister had some “large breast forms” that we’re made of silicone. A Halloween prop from a few years ago. Dads hands rand down my shirt. I tried to act like I felt something. \n“Mmm, yeah.” I mumbled and smiled.\n\n“Fuck. I can’t...” my dad said, stepping away. My sister comes out and sits on the chair across from us. \n\n“Pull out your dick, Bran!” My sister demands. He jumps up and smiles. He unzips his pants and drops them to the floor, kicks them across the room like he’s done it a hundred times. *fuck he’s ripped* I think. He pulls his boxers down a little and his huge cock flops out. It’s getting hard but not quite there. “Now suck it...” my sister hesitates, “slut! Fucking suck my brothers cock you slut! That’s what you came over for, right? All of my families dick?” Surprised I nod yes and mumble “f-fuck yes, I came for cocks!” My brother grabs my head and pulls me down onto him, I open my mouth and let his cock fill my throat as he shoves it as far back as it’ll go. I gag a little, drool pours out of my lips and around his shaft. \n\n“Wow! A fucking natural!” Bran says as he begins sliding his cock back and forth between my lips. He increases speed and the head slams into the my throat harder and harder. I reach up but only feel another cock in my hand. My dads is out, pants still on, cock pinched near the zipper. \n\n“Let’s fuck this slut like she deserves!” He says and the pull me off the couch to my knees. I grunt as I hit the floor but it’s just a second before my dads cock is in my mouth and he’s fucking my throat just as hard. His cock isn’t as big or thick as Bran’s but it’s still making my jaw ache and my throat sore as it slams into it. My brother slaps my ass and pulls it up. I fall forward onto my hands and my dads cock slips past the point in my throat that I thought it could go; it slips into my esophagus, my eyes widen as I can’t breathe but he keeps fucking. Suddenly I feel a finger playing at my asshole. \n\n“I can’t wait to break this ass in! Don’t worry. I have a lot of experience with first-timers. The swim girl’s don’t want to get pregnant so they only do anal!” My brother explains but I can’t help worrying about what’s about to happen. \n\n“I knew those swim sluts only did anal” my sister mumbles from across the room. I look across the room for a second, my eyes are watering, and see my sister with one leg over the arm of the chair and her skirt hiked up around her belly. She’s gently rubbing her pussy watching the scene unfold."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As caretaker gigs go, this one is almost perfect Great house, your own room, a nice older man who is the perfect gentleman. The only troublesome thing is that he sleepwalks. He is so nice he would be horrified to know what he does at night.
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"content": "Bethany looked over the photo of herself, almost totally pleased with how she looked. “Do you think you could photoshop my tummy a bit?” she asked.\n\n“We could, but you really don’t need it, honestly,” her boss Andrew Selman, replied. A retired photographer, he was glad to help his young caretaker with her side gig, including honest advice. The young goth girl really did look pretty enough.\n\n“I guess,” she said.\n\nBusty and curvy, with a slightly soft, plush figure and long legs even for being average height, Bethany really was rather sexy. As she finished the thumbnail for her video ‘Goth chick plays EDM -ON HARPSICHORD!’ she was pretty satisfied that it would get clicks. She’d just gotten her hair styled into her current jet-black pixie cut and, of course, her dress showed off the cleavage of her admittedly impressive breasts. She still had a little bit of tummy-chub though, especially sitting down, and it made her self-conscious. Mr. Selman had photographed professional models though, before his accident pushed him into finally retiring, and he really knew what he was talking about visually; she trusted his opinion.\n\n“People do want a big-tiddy goth GF,” she said, standing and looking at herself in the mirror across the room, “Even if she’s a little extra-thick...”\n\n“You have a really great hip to waist ratio,” he said, swiveling in his chair, “and this little tummy really is nothing,” he added, tracing his hand over her hourglass hips to her small, if soft, waist.\n\nThey both noticed his hands, on her body, in the mirror.\n\nHe drew back. “Sorry about that, I’m used to positioning models...” he said, a blush of embarrassment slightly blooming on his handsome face.\n\n“It’s all right!” Bethany laughed, clearly not bothered. “Frankly I’d find it pretty flattering if you feel like treating me like a model...”\n\n“Still though… I could just never...” he said, turning away and not noticing a secret smile on Bethany's face, behind him. “You’re twenty years old. By the rules, I don’t think I’m allowed to touch anyone younger than 38...”\n\nBethany shrugged. “Half your age plus seven is a very loose guideline.”\n\nHe laughed a little, returning to comfort. “All right. I’ll keep that in mind. In the meantime, though, I’ll let you get back to things. Will you bring dinner to my study once it’s here?” he said rising to leave, with the aid of his cane..\n\n“Sure thing Mr. Selman,” Bethany said, watching him leave.\n\nBethany always was surprised that he needed to have someone around, but it was doctor’s orders. He spent a lot of time in his home gym, and he was in great shape, a body to match his surprisingly handsome face. He was more or less fine on his own, if his leg wasn’t acting up, and he’d probably still be hiking across tropical islands and running marathons if not for the injury. Bethany was also surprised about how bashful and reserved he was… at least during the day.\n\nIt really was a dream job, for a home caretaker. She had her own room, even her own bathroom. She had huge amounts of time to do as she pleased, and her boss was always super nice and super sweet. Granted, there were some parts of living with Mr. Selman that Bethany was sure other people wouldn’t handle as well, but she liked her job well enough.\n\nLate enough that she expected things to be quiet, Bethany stepped out of the shower, drying her short black hair. The busty goth slipped into a black, satin camisole and a matching pair of panties before settling into bed.\n\nJust before she drifted off to sleep though, she heard slow footsteps coming down the hall. She peeked out of her door. Mr. Selman was wandering the halls, sleepwalking. Wandering the halls sleepwalking, naked, naked and fully erect. She quietly closed her door.\n\n“Well, looks like it’s going to be one of *these* nights,” she said, slipping her camisole over her head, leaving her topless in just her panties. She was about to take those off too, when she heard something crash and clang. She opened her door again, and she noticed that Andrew had knocked a tray of books to the floor, making a terrible racket but still not waking himself. He noticed her.\n\nIn his sleep, he rushed toward her, bowling through her door and grabbing her roughly.\n\n“You’re really frisky tonight, Mr. Selman” she said, as he started to push and wrestle her toward the bed.\n\nThe first time her employer had come to her in the night, she hadn’t minded, and actually rather enjoyed herself, surprised at how much she enjoyed his vigor and spontaneity. She chalked it up as part of the job, and increased her rate, which he accepted. It wasn’t until a few days later, and getting to know him better, that she realized he had been asleep. Andrew’s nightly escapades were so uncharacteristic of him that he’d, no doubt, be horrified if he found out what he got up to when he sleepwalked at night.\n\nHe hurled her onto the mattress, and spread her legs with his knee, as he grabbed hold of her panties and tore them from her with a loud pop, as the satin gave way.\n\n“I just bought those, too,” she said, resigned to putting another pair on her expense card.\n\nHe started to wrestle her down. Bethany didn’t consider herself a sub, but she was always surprised at how much part of her enjoyed the rough, careless treatment. She knew what was coming, and it was making her wet. He pinned her back to the bed, and she felt him plunge into her pussy.\n\nBethany hadn’t realized quite how wet she was, and she was surprised how good it felt to feel his cock stretch her pussy full with his first rough stroke. With one hand holding her down and the other roughly groping and mauling her breasts, he pistoned away, driving and bouncing her against the mattress, her bed frame banging against the wall.\n\nBethany was always surprised at how quickly this always seemed to do it for her. She felt her arousal rapidly go from zero to a hundred as he plowed her suddenly sopping pussy, the sensations building within her so quickly that she felt like she might come after just a short time. She was right. Even through her arousal, Bethany couldn't believe how thoroughly she enjoyed this. Pinned to her bed and carelessly fucked like a whore, Bethany exploded into climax, squealing and clenching her pussy around Mr. Selman’s cock, her body writhing under him as she was wracked by pleasure.\n\nHe didn’t stop fucking her though, even as her intense orgasm suddenly spiked the sensitivity of her body and made everything feel a hundred times more intense. She almost cried out for him to stop, her body instinctively trying to squirm away, as he ceaselessly pounded her overheated, oversensitized pussy and grabbed and squeezed her soft, heavy breasts. It was an exquisite torture, and the curvy goth could feel her mind breaking as he forced her through another orgasm before her first had even finished and still kept going, fucking her through a third, and then a fourth. His stamina was sometimes inhuman during these nightly sessions.\n\nShe felt him cum inside her, pumping her tight, milking pussy full of a huge load of his seed, and she thought that he might be done, but he wasn’t.\n\nHe climbed on top of her, his cock still rock-hard, and he sat on her chest, grabbing her huge tits with either hand. He brought her soft, heaving breasts together over his cock, still slick with her juices and his cum, and he started to fuck her tits, faster even than he had fucked her pussy and almost as roughly.\n\nEven as part of her was relieved that her boss was finally done with her pussy, she felt herself being stimulated anew, as he roughly groped and fondled her nipples while squeezing her breasts together and fucking her cleavage. Bethany came yet again, surprised at her ability not only to come from tittyfucking, but from such rough treatment during it.\n\nFinally, after an eternity of sliding his slick cock through the tight cleavage of Bethany’s huge, heavy, jiggling boobs, Mr Selman came again, shocking the young girl with the volume of his second load of the night. The first shot erupted straight through her cleavage, shooting up her neck and splattering against her chin. In his sleep, he took his cock from her bust and jacked himself off over her, splattering cum all over her tits and face, filling her open mouth and leaving her giant breasts glazed with a layer of his creamy, white cum.\n\nSated, he rose off of her and left without a word, sleepwalking back to his bed.\n\nLying on her bed, still in a haze of sex, Bethany swallowed her mouthful of cum, absently smeared some of it into her mouth with her fingers, and swallowed that as well. She groped her own cum-covered breasts and, with her plump lips, sucked her fingers clean, secretly savoring the feeling of having been used as a fuck-puppet, while she waited for her body to come down from the climax still reverberating through her.\n\n“I’m gonna have to take another shower now,” she said, offhandedly, even as her tongue licked the last of her boss’s cum from her lips."
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