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Write a story using this writing prompt: A (futa, femboy, t-girl) with a huge cock wants to hide it. So obviously, they turn to magic. "These portal panties will send your member to an alternate dimension where nothing can harm it." The shopkeeper says, neglecting to mention that doesn't mean their poor dick will be be left alone.
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"content": "Melissa is our cute Futa of this story. She is a tall slim blond with outstanding legs, which are made even better by her shear black nylons tights. He body is a perfect hour glass shape and her tight pink dress emphasises that. The dress covers just enough to let the imagination run wild but still not give too much away. And as always her six inch platform stilettos heels in the same shade of pink as her dress help bring her all the attention she could ever want.\r\n\r\nBut your not her to read a description of her, you want to know what happens to her large twelve inch Futa cock inside those portal panties……\r\n\r\nMelissa is out for her well planed shopping trip when she walks past the adult toy store she had visited only once. Deciding to enter she very quickly finds her way to the lingerie only to discover the new Futa Portal Panties.\r\n\r\nAlways worried of people can see your bulge? Ever wanted an easy way to hide your hard on? Then try the new portal panties… Well that’s what the advert is saying.\r\n\r\nMelissa was always concerned with showing her bulge through her dress so is sold on the idea. There are two colours available blue and pink. I’m sure you can guess the colour she picked, pink. Quickly rushing to pay and put them on she disregards the info on the box, simply throwing it away after she had them on… It is a weird feeling for Melissa, she can still feel her cock but it’s not pressing against her panties or tights… She decides to continue her shopping trip but first she wants a coffee.\r\n\r\nStanding in line at the coffee shop Melissa can feel the looks she getting, she dose enjoy attention, and in the past she’d be trying it to get hard over it but now, now she doesn’t need to worry. She can feel her cock getting very hard and looks down to see no bulge what so ever. The line moves and as she steps forward she feels a sensation that could be described as a thousand small vibrators on the most sensitive parts of her cock. Melissa feels this and almost stumbles in her heels.\r\n\r\nNow remember I said there was two colours? Well the blue where the portal panties but the pink let to a dimension filled with small creatures that feed of pre cum, in other words there going to tease her and edge her far as long as the panties are on…\r\n\r\n“Are you okay?” A gentleman behind Melissa asks.\r\n\r\n“Yeah I’m fine, just a little tied.” Melissa reply’s realising her day of being hard with no one knowing had just become a day of trying not to cum.\r\nMelissa is into self bondage and often had a powerful vibrator on her cock so she could easily keep a straight face but this is more intense than anything she’s ever felt before. Melissa is able to stay standing despite her knees shaking and her legs getting weak. \r\n\r\nThe line moves and Melissa try’s her best to walk and not get distracted. Able to do so but now she felt like she is on the edge of cumming and just before she dose the feeling stops as she leaks some pre cum. Melissa is thankful that it stoped but deep down she knows it’s not over yet. She can’t take them of until she gets home as she now longer has her original panties.\r\n\r\n“I’ll have a large cof…fee.” Melissa stumbles to say when she got to the counter, the feeling is back and the creature are extracting another meal.\r\n\r\nThis time the feeling is so strong by the time the coffee is made Melissa has leaked more pre cum and the feeling has stoped. Taking her coffee Melissa wants to continue her shopping trip and starts to walk towards the high heel shop as she is planning on getting some new heels. As she entered a young woman walks over to her.\r\n“May I help you today?” The young woman asks.\r\n\r\n“I’m just looking for some new heel.” Melissa explains as she struts in her heel clicking on the tiled floor.\r\n\r\n“Okay is there anything in particular your looking for?” The woman follows up with.\r\n\r\n“Do you have any thigh high pink boots in size seven?” Melissa asks being that’s what she’s here for.\r\n\r\n“Yes, let me get them.” The woman answers before walking off, her heels making the tapping sound too.\r\n\r\nShe quickly returns with a box containing the pink heels Melissa is looking for. Melissa takes the box and removes the heels looking them over. Melissa has wanted these for a very long time but there where either out of stock or she couldn’t afford them.\r\n\r\n“Do you want to try them on?” The woman asks looking Melissas legs up and down.\r\n\r\nMelissa seeing this slowly slips her feet out her current heels, wiggling her toes as she dose. Slipping her foot into the other heel she lifts her leg to zip them up deliberately rubbing the woman’s leg as she dose, this turns Melissa on but the creatures seem to be leaving her alone for now. Slipping the second one on Melissa stands up.\r\n\r\n“How do I look?” Melissa asks.\r\n\r\n“They look amazing in you, would you like to take a walk?” The woman reply’s.\r\n\r\nMelissa begins to walk around in the thigh highs, strutting her stuff just know she’s driving the woman insane with her legs. Melissa turns around to walk back and just as she takes that first step back the creatures return. Melissa goes from feeling nothing to being on the edge of an orgasm almost instantly. This makes her stumble and fall to her knees.\r\n\r\n“Are you okay?” The woman asks rushing over.\r\n\r\nMelissa can’t get a word out as she is trying so hard not to cum… But despite this Melissa soon realises that she can’t stop it, she’s going to cum. Melissa puts her hand in her mouth to try and cover the noise of her orgasm and it did a little but to anyone who saw it is obvious she had just cum.\r\n\r\n“Wow I know are heels are amazing but I didn’t think they where that good.” The women says in a joking way knowing exactly what happened.\r\n\r\nMelissa calms herself down enough to stand up, it is a strange feeling, knowing you’ve just cum but can’t feel it running down your leg.\r\n\r\n“I’ll take them.” Melissa says a little embarrassed and wanting to get home.\r\n\r\n“Of course, and I’ll throw a little discount.” The woman explains with a wink and a smile.\r\n\r\nAfter paying Melissa decides it’s probably best to go home and get the panties off before it get too difficult to walk… \r\n\r\nMelissa realises on her trip home she enjoyed it a lot and I’m sure she’s going to get a lot more use out of them…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: after forming a pact with an eldritch abomination you were surprised that they just want to mate and bear your child.
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"content": "The knife cut into my skin, blood running hot out of my palm. As it filled the cup, I felt the world shift. At first I thought I was losing my vision, but it soon became clear that I was seeing more. As the veil thinned all of the material objects around me were silhouetted in a bright, many-colored aura, color oozing into view the longer I looked. \n\nI turned to the creature who sat across from me. Their cloak was pierced through with light and I beheld their silhouette directly. They had a snout like a wolf, long hind legs and hooves like a giraffe. Their torso seemed human, but it was covered by what looked like a fine fur. As I looked longer, I saw that the fur was in fact a forest of tiny limbs and tentacles, some with fingers, or hooves, or claws. They stood out from all sides of the creature, seemingly grasping at the very light itself. At the heart of them was a pool of darkness that not even this strange illumination could pierce. Finally, they spoke. \n\n\"The bargain is struck. Cross the threshold, and I shall take my price.\"\n\nI shuddered, not knowing what was to come. I walked carefully across the boundary of the summoning circle and offered them my bloodied hand, steeling myself for agony or shock...\n\nThey took my hand gently, and drew a finger across the wound. It clotted instantly, leaving a sore but healthy scab. Then they pulled me towards them, gently but firmly. Their cloak fell from their shoulders, revealing a form that I am incapable of describing fully. It had the shape I had seen earlier, but the color was a gorgeous complement to the fantastic auras that leaked in from the seven Planes. They pulled me into a loose embrace, as if we were dancing, and I felt their coat against my skin. It felt dangerous, little pins and needles threatening to pierce me, but also safe, as the other parts of the \"fur\" stroked and soothed me like a tide. They had a distinct scent that matches nothing I have smelled before or since. They studied my face with large black compound eyes. \n\n\"Will you sire my spawn?\" they asked. \n\nThe erection in my pants answered before I could. \n\nWe made love. Fumblingly, at first, as we came to understand each other's responses, but soon with passion and even vigor. They seemed to enjoy the roughness and strength of my hands, while I found they could exert a surprising amount of pressure with their \"fur\". When I first came, anointing their mouth, I felt a psychic echo pass between us. Immediately, I understood that they could not orgasm directly, but they would take deep satisfaction both from my pleasure and from integrating my genes into a child. \n\nFlooded with power from the ritual and those cosmic lights, I found myself growing instantly hard again, and swore to deliver as much satisfaction as my body would offer. \n\nHours later, I came for the last time, deep inside them as a finger milked my prostate. We collapsed to the floor, and my last conscious thought was a question: what will the child look like?\n\nAlthough it's only been a few years since then, I am happy to report that our child (now four) is beautiful in every way I could hope for, and some that I didn't expect. These years have been some of the most unusual and challenging of my life, but also the happiest and most fulfilling. For our anniversary this year, I got them a sapphire that I think sets off their teeth. And in return, they got me a gift that I'll never be able to match. Happy anniversary, honey, and a toast to child #2!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Nudity and Sexual Activity in Public has been legalized almost 1 year ago. How has society changed?
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"content": "(I don't write many lesbian scenes, but I will do my best. This will be heavy on world-building, slice-of-life and especially sensations, but not on dialogue. I am a little tired, and I don't want to half-ass it and end up writing trite pedestrian conversation that gets in the way of the story.)\n\nThe first few months had been chaotic, like *The Purge* but with more lust and less killing. One of the more surprising side-effects had been despondency among perverts who liked to do things outside, and who were no longer \"doing something wrong.\" A lot of people tried a lot of things, found themselves gawked at by others who they found completely unattractive (and often ill-mannered) and had thrown up their hands at the whole affair. Quite a few rather naive participants had strolled out in public stark nude, only to be surprised and traumatized at how different the reality had been from their fantasies. Many relationships ended during this time, while many others became unexpectedly stronger.\n\nAs the months passed, many revelers figured out that there were certain places and times of day (or night) where it was wiser to do these things. There had also been a surprisingly drastic uptick in the gig economy. Hundreds of millions had been farmed into apps for \"spotters,\" and many of the developers had broken even within mere weeks of release. Spotters were people who could be hired, singly or in groups, to stake out a location and stand watch. Sometimes the people who hired them wanted total privacy. Other times, they specified criteria about who the spotters should allow to draw near. In some cases, these encounters were in isolated locations. Other times, they were within easy view of anyone who might happen by.\n\nMaria and Lauren were often regarded as \"freeloaders.\" Used in this context, the term tended to carry no approbation. They knew all the good locations where spotters were likely to be around, and they benefitted from their presence as much as the people who hired them. The former was a college sophomore, second-generation Peruvian, 5'6, with long black hair and expressive brown eyes. She was a little chunky in ways that made Lauren's heart sing. The latter was a Ph.D candidate, 5'10, with shoulder-length blond hair and blue eyes. She was more slender, but had a little belly on her. Maria loved how Lauren admired her body, the look of rapture on her face as she caressed her curves. Both women were moderately busty, perhaps slightly less than average, and had strong voyeuristic and exhibitionistic tendencies.\n\nThey had sex, of course; but there were times when they found it perfectly agreeable to spend many hours caressing and kissing each other, speaking in low voices and looking each other in the eyes, without going further. They occasionally spent entire weekends this way. If the curtains happened to be left drawn from a particular window, what of it? That wasn't a crime. Not anymore.\n\nOn this particular day, they walked down a tree-lined path to a grassy area in a botanical garden. Palm trees swayed in the breeze, which carried the perfumed notes of late spring. Spotters were in evidence here and there. The two women recognized them in the same way a foreign agent would immediately pick out a fed. Spotters, being close to intimate activity, traded heavily on reputation. Anyone who survived for more than a month on that app could command well over a hundred dollars a day. On this particular day, two were in evidence.\n\nA man off to the side stood nonchalantly with his hand in his pocket. He wore basketball shorts. On the far side of the clearing, a woman sat on a bench, her back to a corner, one foot up on the bench. She wore loose overalls. Both of these spotters were slowly groping themselves under their clothes. This was considered to be their \"tip.\" They had to stay alert to any interlopers, and they couldn't get too distracted, but it was generally thought appropriate that they be allowed to enjoy themselves somewhat. You could get them to stand watch without any self-stimulation, but that was slightly more expensive and most people didn't bother. One thing that was frowned on, however, was direct participation. They were not to expose themselves while on duty, let alone directly engage, and they rarely spoke. It was considered extremely bad manners for their hirers to accost them, at least while they were on the clock.\n\nIt was late in the afternoon. Maria had just finished her shift at the coffee shop, and was still dressed in her uniform. She liked talking to people, and found it reasonably tolerable to work there. Every now and then, someone would come in, take in her curves, and she'd see an expression flash across their face for a fraction of a second before they could suppress it, and she'd know they were attracted to her. She didn't like all of them back, but it was gratifying nonetheless. There were times when she would clench her thighs repeatedly, masturbating hands-free without anyone knowing it. She had been doing this on and off all day.\n\nLauren had just finished compiling lists of excruciatingly boring statistics at the university library with some of her fellow Ph.D candidates. She was good at this, but had found herself increasingly distracted as the task wore on. She wore a slightly threadbare white T-shirt under a jumper dress. This outfit, evoking memories of a certain missed opportunity, had fascinated Maria to no end. It was one of her most frequent requests.\n\nThey made small talk, pretended not to be insanely aroused, kidded around with each other, tried to push each other into the trees every now and then. Both had the fresh spring air in their lungs. Just before they reached the edge of the clearing, Lauren feinted like she was going to push Maria, then dipped her hand and pulled down the shorter woman's zipper. She left the button fastened. She'd done this a few times before. Maria giggled. She'd walk into the clearing; and if anyone happened to look at her pants, they'd see a flash of white panties printed with deep blue flowers. She thought she looked very pretty in them. The prospect of people seeing that was invigorating to her.\n\nMaria accused Lauren of being a brat. Lauren stuck her tongue out. Maria felt a mixture of embarrassment, arousal, and uncertainty. The simple act of walking around outside with her fly down, on purpose, was such a departure from how everything had been up to a year ago. It had become somewhat familiar now, but the feeling of it being wrong never entirely went away. She hoped it wouldn't.\n\nThe spotters had taken note of the approaching couple. They fell well within the limits specified by the people who'd hired them, who now came into view. They looked to be in their thirties, a couple of guys, one blowing the other up against a palm tree. Apparently they didn't mind having a couple of ladies around. The giver was going real slow like. The receiver's legs could be seen shaking even though they were quite far away. Maria and Lauren didn't know this, but they had been continuously doing this to each other for the entire month, now in its twentieth day, with neither allowed to finish. It would not be until the first day of the following month that either could find release by any means."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While attending to an orcish diplomat guest, a low-ranking elven noble is tasked with teaching proper courtly manners. She comes up with some *interesting* learning incentives...
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"content": "(Part 1)\n\n\"You're going to make this difficult, aren't you?\" \n\nAelrie let out a sigh. She didn't want to be here. But being the lowest-ranking noble present, the task was given to her, and it didn't help that this was her first formal gathering. She was a pale, slender, and \"busty\" (as more crass individuals would put it) elf, with blonde hair that reached her midsection. She was gorgeous even by elf standards, and she had intended to use her good looks to seduce some of her fellow elves, but it seemed as if the only one who would be around to appreciate her appearance would be this orc.\n\n\"Not my fault you elves are so uptight\\~\"\n\nGhorza was intent on being difficult. She had dreaded coming to this elven dinner thing, because even though tensions were low, there was unmistakable animosity and \"too many fucking rules\". The orc woman had had similar intentions to her elven acquaintance, feeling confident in her ability to find women with an interest in getting fucked by an orc girl. She was beautiful in her own right, her skin a nice shade of green with muscles and abs that could make any human or elf with a submissive side swoon, braided black hair that went to her ass, and a chest more than big enough to swallow up Aelrie's head.\n\n\"Why don't we hop into bed and you can let me fuck the tightness out of you\\~?\" she flirted, laughing as Aelrie's cheeks turned a vibrant shade of red.\n\nAfter calming herself, Aelrie took on a serious expression and stared down her \"opponent\", speaking with authority, \"Alright, if you're going to be this way, then I will offer you some incentives.\"\n\nGhorza raised an eyebrow and motioned for her to keep talking.\n\n\"For every time you listen to me without interrupting, you may... kiss me. Every time you do something right the first time, we will get up and grope each other for 15 seconds. After subsequent attempts, you will be allowed to grope me for 10. And if you can go the *whole night* without causing too much of a ruckus, we will...\" she cleared her throat \"...have s- er... engage in intercourse for the entire night...\"\n\nThat got a smirk out of the orc woman. She thought it over for a moment as she stood up from her seat and sat beside Aelrie, wrapping her arm around the girl.\n\n\"Hmm... I *could* just take you right now\\~ You wouldn't be able to stop me\\~ But that might get me in trouble... so deal\\~ What first, Ael\\~?\"\n\nRed as a beet, and trying to tell herself that she shouldn't want the gorgeous, powerful... er, brutish orc to take her, Aelrie stuttered out a response.\n\n\"I-I, um... you take m- I-I mean utensils. Y-Yes! Spoons, knives, fuck m- forks! Forks...\"\n\nShe knew the orc could tell she was horny as hell. And she could tell Ghorza wanted to fuck her until she couldn't think straight. But she had a job to do... \n\n\n(Should I continue straight into the sex or would you like to see the lessons?)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One boy wished to get laid at the campus big Halloween party. One boy wished to meet a new cool girlfriend. One mischievous pixie decided to kill two birds with one stone...
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"content": "A brisk chill swept through an empty campus, most of the college students in their dorms or in big Halloween parties.\n\nHalloween was the best holiday for all those pent up young adults after spending countless hours on brain melting assignments. Tonight was time to let loose.\n\nAlex trundled down the sidewalk to a raging party house. The music carried almost to the opposite side of the forum, not that anyone cared. He was dressed like a cowboy, complete with a dollar store hat and chaps along with a pop gun. A list of cheesy western themed pick up lines rolled through his head as he made his way up the stone steps leading to the frat house. He was looking for someone to take home and he wasn't particular on who.\n\nThe front door was open, with several people spilt out across the porch, front lawn and sidewalk. Chatter nearly drowned out the music hear, but just inside, Alex could here the Halloween mix blaring on full.\n\nSam went group to group trying to strike up conversations with the girls in skimpy outfits, looking for anyone to talk to him. It had been a long time since he'd been in a serious relationship, and though his anxiety kept him home most days, he felt brave enough to go to this party and find a girl.\n\nSam wore a chef getup, with a tall white chiffon right out of a movie. It was dumb and schlocky, but fun and he hoped it would score him some laughs at the very least. It was not working.\n\nA small blue sprite flitted between the drunken college kids dressed in dumb and horny outfits, reveling in the mischief he could unleash. Watching Sam consistantly strike out time and again with uninterested women, the sprite came up with a plan.\n\nSpotting a guy wearing an awful cowboy outfit, the little pixie couldn't help but smile. With a waggle of his finger, pixie dust shot at the cowboy, or should he say cowgirl. Between the crowded halls and stiffed rooms, Alex began to change, losing the roughness to his physique and instead acquiring a delicious softness. What was more, no one seemed to notice the transformation, but they definitely noticed the result.\n\nAlex had a stride in her step, pushing aside taken and unavailable party goers as she strut through the frat house.\n\nWith phase 1 complete, the sprite moved onto the next part. A pinch in his ass caused Sam to spring from his chair and right into someone. Not finding a source, he turned to apologize when he was struck by an amazing sight: he had stumbled into a hot woman that was immediately turned off by him. In fact she had a sly grin on her face.\n\n\"Hey,\" she said.\n\n\"Uh, hi,\" Sam stammered.\n\n\"What do you say we find somewhere private?\" The woman asked.\n\nHis heart nearly shot out of his chest. \"That'd be-! I mean, yah sure that's sounds good.\" *Right Sam, play it off cool. You are not a desperate man.*\n\nGrabbing his hand, the woman pulled Sam through the crowd and upstairs. The second floor wasn't as packed, and they heard the tell tales sounds of sex in some of the rooms. Finding an empty room, they slipped inside.\n\nAlmost immediately, the woman tore off her button down, revealing a perky pair of tits. If Sam hadn't been hard on the way up here, he sure was now.\n\nThe woman threw herself on Sam, locking lips with him and feeling him up. Sam reciprocated, daring to fondle one breast as he fumbled with his belt.\n\nShe moaned into his mouth, enthralled by the little pinches gave to her hard nipple. Ecstasy was all she could think.\n\nEventually, Sam got his belt undone and the woman pulled his pants off completely, unleashing his cock for her viewing pleasure. Though he wasn't especially big, it was enough to make her drool.\n\nQuickly, she got to work, licking up and down his length, tasting every square inch of him. Sam let out a moan. Not many of his exes gave him this kind of attention.\n\nSatisfied with her work, the woman pushed Sam down onto the bed. Pulling off her jeans, Sam caught a glimpse at her shaved lips, super smooth and soft.\n\nTaking no time to ask questions, the woman spat on his cock and took the plunge.\n\nOn and on they fucked, heedless of who heard them. The woman was on the verge of screaming and Sam could just stifle his moans. \n\nCloser and closer they got, until, with a sudden kiss of passion, they reached crescendo. She threw her head back, screaming in orgasm. Sam screwed his eyes tight, all sounds stuck in his throat. \n\nWith his eyes shut in ecstasy, he noticed two things,. First, the womans voice had gone done an Octave. Second, all across his chest and neck.\n\nOpening his eyes, he found himself balls deep in Alex, a guy in some of his classes. Alex's impressive cock was distributing his load all over Sam's chest\n\nStunned by the sudden switch, Sam tried to extricate himself, to no avail.\n\nCatching the confused look, Alex just said, \"what? No round two?\"\n\nSam shrugged. It wasn't the weirdest thing he'd ever done, plus he'd always been curious what taking it up the ass felt like."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She told her Dom that she'd do anything to cum. Unfortunately this resulted in her being lead through their apartment building, handcuffed and completely naked.
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"content": "**Chase the rabbit.**\n\n“Ever play ‘warmer’ ‘colder’ as a kid?”\n\n“Mhmm”\n\n“Of course you did… everyone did… not even sure it qualifies as a game really.”\n\n“Mmmnnngh!” Alice gasped into the ballgag as he pulled the strap tight on her crotch.\n\n“An activity? Perhaps a method…” he mused.\n\n“Hrmf!” whined Alice, feeling the strap bite into her thigh and forcing the barely on vibrator against her clit.\n\n“I’m going with activity. Follow the direction and you can cum.” he said, checking the straps on her back that held her wrists firmly in place behind her back. The loose hoodie made her look like a street kid, the backpack concealing her bound arms. John zipped it shut and adjusted her skirt. It was too short! She would be completely on display if even a breeze went by.\n\nShe tugged on the arm restraints and wriggled but it only resulted in pulling the vibrator harshly against her clit.\n\n“Harumph!”\n\n“Thankyou for reminding me.” he said, putting the disposable mask over her mouth to conceal the ballgag.\n\nShe moaned in frustration at the low buzzing, it wasn’t enough to cum but left her frustration slick and running down her thigh.\n\nShe looked like a shy kid in the jumper, none of the restraints visible at a quick glance.\n\n“Enjoy the walk.” he said.\n\nAlice followed his hand toward the door on stumbling legs, the vibrations growing stronger as she drew closer toward it. It clicked and she understood. The vibrations fell away as she remained by the door. If she wanted to cum she was going to have to find it. She stepped left into the hall but it was wrong, she stepped right instead and moaned at the increased vibration. Following her clit to chase the fleeing orgasm."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she said she was willing to "take one for the team", she didn't realize it would mean "taking care of" all of her teammates boyfriends while they were focusing on practice...
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"content": "Alexis was a very efficient and practical person who never backed down from her word. So when it came to pass that she had agreed to \"take one for the team\" during the push towards finals she of course made a tight schedule that she had to keep. \n\nShe used the spare key to get into the apartment of her 8:45 am appointment. Quickly latching her mouth to the cock of the still sleeping guy while her teammate used the opportunity to jump in the shower and head to practice. If Alexis was fast enough she could get this guy to cum before he woke up. Which was most definitely her goal. She had gained opinions on each of the boyfriends over the last few weeks. Some made her water, others not so much. This particular guy liked to try to push his luck if he wakes up enough and she had to make it to her 9am appointment that was a much more enjoyable experience. One her pussy relished and looked forward to.\n\nThis deal had been beneficial for everyone. The guys got to get off quickly and often without endangering their relationship and the girls got to focus up on the game and Alexis found that she thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience. It also brought the team much closer together as they had started a tradition of having one hell of a fun shower together where they got to focus on themselves and getting off and talking about Alexis' day while helping get clean. Leading to some much needed relationship advice for some of the girls. \n\nThe biggest problem is that they all had this small nagging thought that they had cracked some universal code and didn't want anything to go back to the way it was"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The vampire was too cute to kill. Taking advantage of your hesitation they decide to drain something you weren’t quite expecting
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"content": "\"Frank, what is this?\" Joseph asked, as he pressed his thumb and pointer finger against his forehead.\n\n\"Why, it's the vampire, sir.\" Frank replied, non-plussed. \"This little she-devil's been a blight upon our land for nearly a year now. Why, not two nights ago did this little monster went off and sucked poor Mrs. Pelleton's son dry, I tell you!\"\n\n\"No! No that's not true!\" A small voice cried out indignantly. Joseph found himself pressing his fingers harder against his temple.\n\nThe town of Farcrest was, as its name implies, far from the main cities of the Empire. Situated on a tall, grassy plateau, the town made its income from fishing, the docks and the sea accessible from a path carved down the face of the mountain and down to a calm beach. As it so happens in rural towns, the presence of humans attracted deadly, supernatural predators, and as a member of Her Majesty's Ordo Venator, Joseph Bernard Katrell was dispatched to investigate and to dispose of the supernatural beast plaguing the town's people.\n\nIt was easy, surprisingly, mind-numbingly easy, tracking this creature. The Pelleton boy, Vincent, was indeed a victim and was indeed \"sucked dry\". As it happens, he was not \"sucked dry\" of his blood, but of his seminal fluid.\n\nThe boy was alright, though mildly dehydrated. Apparently, the creature responsible engaged him in a lengthy congress that stretched throughout the night and very nearly into daybreak.\n\nAs it was, he was more than eager to give the creature's description and its habits. From that point, it was pretty to track the creature down.\n\nSpeaking of the creature, Joseph, with the aid of the local constabulary Franklin Weynon, was able to locate the creature. When Joseph pried open the doors of the mausoleum where the creature nested, he had expected some kind of monstrous succubus, a daemonic spirit who could shapeshift into sultry desires and distract lesser men while it tore them apart.\n\nWhat he found was a vampire fledgling, a slip of a girl who appeared barely old enough to drink. He also found her distressingly weak, unable to cast any form of magic nor project her will sufficient to overcome Joseph's mental training or Franklin's apparent fear and hate for the supernatural. Certainly, she had superhuman strength and speed, but Joseph's preparations nullified all of this, rendering the creature as little more than a waif with sharp fangs.\n\n\"Vinny wanted me to suckle his knob!\" The vampire continued. \"It isn't my fault that he couldn't help himself, he kept badgering me to shag even though I said I was full!\"\n\nJoseph sighed. On top of being a weak vampire, this one also apparently was sated by feeding on men's sex fluids. An anomaly to be sure, but not unheard of.\n\n\"Franklin, go home. I'll take care of this.\" Joseph said as he unsheathed his silvered blade from his cane.\n\nFranklin, who apparently was also not a fan of blood and gore, paled, quickly nodded, and hurried off back to Farcrest. Joseph meanwhile, advanced on the little vampire.\n\n\"No, no please, mister. Don't do this...\" The vampire cried. Tears welled up and fell down her cheeks, her lips quivering as raw fear filled her body and radiated so that it was all she could express. Joseph almost felt sorry for the creature.\n\nAlmost.\n\n\"If I may, miss...\" Joseph began. He held firm to his resolve to slay the creature but he figured, he could show her some mercy. Perhaps even learn who she was back when she was mortal and maybe inform her family of her fate.\n\n\"What is your name?\" he asked her, lowering his blade in a false show of hesitation.\n\n\"M...My name...\" The vampire began. \"My name is Elizabeth.\"\n\n\"Hello, Elizabeth.\" Joseph replied in a soothing tone. He approached carefully and as he tried to appear warm, he noticed her features for the first time.\n\nHer eyes were gold, which Joseph realized was unusual. Not that this girl looked \"usual\", she had unnaturally poofy hair the shade of bright lavender, falling in gentle curves down to her neck. Her skin was a pale porcelain, pockmarked by freckles that were appealing in their own way. Her lips were a shade of scarlet, typical of vampires who preferred seduction, or one that had just fed, but the girl looked like neither. She appeared to be so vulnerable, her body visibly trembling from fear, despite her efforts to hide it.\n\nHis eyes shifted to her body, again it was that of a petite young woman. She wore a clean white shift, scandalous really, as even in the dark of the mausoleum's interior Joseph's enhanced sight could see through the thin fabric of the cloth. The girl was shapely, a bit thin, but were she normal, a few days of eating proper and he imagined she would fill out quite well.\n\n\"Mister...\" The vampire asked, and Joseph realized that he was distracted. Unusual, he thought, as he shook his head clear.\n\n\"Are.... are you going to kill me?\" She continued. The last word almost came out as a squeak, so much fear inside the vampire girl.\n\n\"Close your eyes, Elizabeth.\" Joseph said, approaching closer. \"I can promise to make this quick.\" And with those final words, Joseph raised his blade for a killing strike.\n\nHe saw the vampire, Elizabeth, eyes wide, full of fear. Lips trembling and arms wrapped around herself as if it would be enough to protect her from his sanctified and silvered weapon. Joseph felt pity for the creature; she had not harmed a soul in Farcrest, though she certainly bought many men, both young and old, to levels of ecstasy that were detrimental to their health.\n\nHe closed his eyes as he sighed. That's when he realized that he hesitated, and where he had made a mistake.\n\nThere was a rush of air as Elizabeth charged, her speed, while diminished, still far faster than a human's ever could. The impact of her shoulder against his stomach sent Joseph reeling, and with a quick motion, Elizabeth snatched his Sanctity Charm and quickly smashed it agaist the stone wall.\n\n\"Bugger.\" Joseph said.\n\nHe spun his blade, hoping to slash the creature and send it into agonized pain, hoping that'd be enough to distract it and for him to regain control. Elizabeth however, was now so much more faster. Joseph saw the blade a scant few millimeters from connecting with the vampire's shoulder before Elizabeth vanished.\n\nThe world spun as Joseph felt a force sweep him off his feet. His chest felt pressure and his hand a wrenching tug, followed by a clang that resounded near the mausoleum door. He realized that this was his blade, the creature had snatched his weapon and flung it away. \n\nJoseph landed painfully on his back, the air pushed out of his lungs.\n\nHe tried to roll over but found his arms pinned. Taking a deep breath, Joseph focused, tried to get his bearings and formulate a defense strategy when he realized that the girl had his harms pinned using her legs.\n\nHe then felt his trousers slide down to his knees and a sudden warmth enveloping the base of his cock and testicles. Joseph gasped, the creature had its mouth on his genitals.\n\n\"Fiendish.\" He whispered and prepared for what was sure to be a painful demise.\n\nInstead, he heard the creature say. \"My word, you are quite a specimen, sir hunter!\"\n\nHer words were followed by a series of strokes from her fingertips that caused Joseph's blood to rush down and flood his flaccid penis. He thought furiously of his situation, tried to bank on anger and fear, all to no avail.\n\nElizabeth, the vampire, had somehow gotten him incredibly aroused. His penis was at full mast, and from where he lay, he could feel the creature's hot breath blow on the tip of his erect manhood.\n\n\"Bon Appétit\" Elizabeth said, her tone mischievous and hungry. She then took Joseph's cock into her mouth, and Joseph's mind went white as pure ecstasy flooded into his brain.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nTo be continued..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for a good serial impregnation promt
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"content": "\"At last! The Ovu-goggles are complete!\" Our intrepid hero cries out as he powers down his program loader for (hopefully) the last time.\n\n\"Finally! Does that mean we can finally test my serum as well?\" \n\nOur intrepid hero turns to see his lifelong friend and lab partner, Alisha grinning at him. She sat at her console, cross legged and leaning back in her chair.\n\n\"Of course! These goggles are designed specifically to ascertain when a female is at peak ovulation, and your 'special lube' is perfectly blended serum that should encourage implantation and even degrade the average condom. That mixed with this cock ring that supercharges sperm, will ensure even the most infertile couple to achieve pregnancy!\" He cries with certainty.\n\nOur intrepid hero rubs his eyes from coding the thousands of lines of code needed to program goggles. While fatigued from a long day's work, he reaches down to unplug the Ovu-goggles from the console.\n\n\"There's no time like the present to test at least one of our inventions, hero!\"\n\nOur yet-to-be-named hero flipped the goggles on, and they started processing data. After a moment, he was amazed to see Alisha bathed in a green outline showing 100% chance of ovulation.\n\nHis face must have registered his surprise because Alisha grinned mischeviously and uncrossed her legs. He was amazed to see under her pencil skirt she wasn't wearing any panties at all. She pulled out a small bottle and a medium sized cock ring.\n\n\"Perfect timing, right hero? This little app on my phone must be accurate judging by the look on your face. I guess that means that first human trials are starting immediately. And after our successful first trial, we'll need to celebrate at the nearest bar...\""
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"content": "Here's one I found kindy funny: \n\n\\[WP\\] A member of the Thieves Guild is trying to sneak into a noble’s castle, but she’s dummy thicc and the clap of her ass cheeks keeps alerting the guards.\n\nOne from my old account that i lost the password to: \n\n\\[WP\\] The demon queen made a cute little voodoo doll of the legendary hero. Not to torture him, but to send him her adoring love and tease his body from the comfort of her \ncastle."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As the number one apprentice of the great sorceress she was undoubtedly close to her. However, what people didn’t know was just how close their relationship was
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"content": "\"I swear, Targon is such a slave driver!\" Madeline whined, before taking another sip of her drink. \"Madeline, do this! Madeline do that! That's all I hear, day in and day out! It drives me insane! You're so lucky that you get to work under someone as nice as Oleanna!\" \n \nGreta chuckled before enjoying some of her own drink. \"Well, it isn't like every day is a picnic, you know! She works me pretty hard sometimes!\" The brunette responded, before finishing her mug of flittterberry juice. \n \nMadeline scoffed. \"Yeah right! Everyone knows that Oleanna Orvain doesn't have a unkind bone in her body! What does she do, ask you to make too many hot cocoas?\" The sarcasm was more than evident in Madeline's tone as she leaned back in her chair. \n \n\"Not exactly...\" \n \n-------------- \n \n\"How does it feel Greta?\" Oleanna asked, studying her apprentice's face carefully. \n \n\"So fucking good!\" Greta replied, her body caked her sweat. \n \n\"I know that dear, but I'd appreciate it if you could be a little more informative, okay? This is research after all!\" The older woman then flashed her apprentice a friendly smile, before returning her focus back to the spell she was currently casting. \n \n\"Y-yes, Mistress! S-sorry Mistress! I-it - T-they feel just like - oh fuck - real hands! No, b-better than real hands! God, they feel so fucking good!\" Greta managed to speak a little through her moans. The Phantom Hands of Prikoli continued to fondle and finger her as she writhed and wriggled in pleasure. Oleanna's real hands remained on her apprentice's hips, keeping the brunette from falling off of her lap. \n \n\"Good, good! I'll write this all down later! Now tell me, does it feel better or worse when I do this?\" The older woman then flicked her long blonde hair off of her face, and began concentrating harder. In response, the ethereal hands started moving even more rapidly. Shimmering blue fingers squeezed Greta's sensitive nipples, and the dexterous digits pumping in and out of the girl's pussy started moving at a mile a minute. \n \n\"OH FUCK!\" \n \n---------------- \n \n\"So, on a scale of 1-10, how pleasurable would you say this...\" \n \n\"Ten! Ten! It's a fucking ten!\" Greta grunted, holding onto the bookcase for dear life as Oleanna slammed her from behind with the False Phallus of Zinoa. The sound of her Mistress's hips slapping against her bubbly backside filled the room as the Sorcereress's apprentice moaned and groaned. \n \n\"I see. I have to say, this is pretty pleasurable for me too! This may be the spell talking, but I just can't get enough of this pussy!\" The sorceress growled, as she continued using the spell to explore the deepest part of Greta's most private area. \n \nAfter a few more minutes, the pleasure finally became too much for Greta. \n \n\"I'M FUCKING CUMMING!\" \n \n---------------- \n \n\"Interesting! It appears combing Zinoa's False Phallus spell with Venimi's Cloning Charm has no noticeable adverse effects!\" Oleanna's smile was as wide as could be as she held onto Greta's hips, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. \n \n\"Fascinating! And you're sure you're feeling alright Greta?\" The clone of the Sorcereress asked, her own magic cock sliding in and out of Greta's rear as she spoke. \n \nGreta could no longer speak. All she could was nod as she shuddered, her sweat dripping onto the two mature women. \n \n\"Goodness! I believe that's her third orgasm! Perhaps we should take a break after the next one?\" The clone asked. \n \n\"Perhaps, but there's still so much research to do...\" \n \n------------ \n \n\"Anyway, I should get going. Oleanna will want me back soon!\" Greta stood up and began walking out of the tavern. \n \n\"Good luck dealing with your horrible boss!\" Madeline called after her, causing Greta to let out a little laugh. \n \nWhen she finally returned to Oleanna's tower, the Sorcereress was waiting for her as soon as she stepped through the door. \n \n\"There you are! I just found the most interesting spell and...\" \n \nGreta sighed to herself. It was going to be another long night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Making a trade - Trade sexual favor for something
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"content": "“I want to see it!” said Ally, the sun rolling over her bare back in the morning glow. She smiled up at Barty from the bed, watching his fingers as they looped his tie.\r \n“It’s beautiful. It has the largest window on the station, of any station… When you stand in the centre of the floor and gaze up, you can’t see the edge of the window. It’s like you are alone in space… well if space was a bunch of shouting ambassadors.”\r \nAlly’s lips curled into a smile, imagining watching the speech at the centre, nothing but the speaker and the pinpricks of stars.\r \n“You couldn’t sneak me in to see it... could you…” she said, rising from the bed and letting the sheet drop to her waist, stretching tired muscles in the warm glow.\r \n“Oh no… it’s security all the way in.”\r \n“Not even when it’s being cleaned or something… Just imagine my lips wrapped around… you giving a speech…” she took his hand, running it into her hair. “...holding me firm with your cock in my throat.”\r \n“I knew you liked me for something.” he said, his lips smiling as he stepped back, folding down his collar and standing straight while smoothing down his shirt.\r \n“Power is sexy.” she said.\r \nHis eyes ran down her neck, running over her bare warm skin.\r \n“How are you at taking minutes?”\r \nShe squealed and leapt from the bed, throwing her arms around him and pressing herself to his chest. The silken shirt running over her nipples and his hand sliding down to firmly grope her arse. Her lips locked to his while her sharp long nails played down over his shirt.\r \nHis hand groped her firmly but the other pushed her back, freeing his lips.\r \n“They will be starting soon, quick. Do you have your ID with you?”\r \n“It’s in my purse… oh god i'm going to see it!” she said, kissing him again but wrangling her blooming excitement. She needed to get dressed, he laughed as she slid into her ‘totally not an escort’ uniform that she wore when arriving at his apartment. The office pencil skirt and matching blouse fit her perfectly, glasses finishing the look to show a simple office worker who had actual taste in clothing.\r \n“You should get past security… so long as you’re not a felon or something.”\r \nShe snorted a laugh and quickly put a hand to her lips… that was not lady like. His smile only grew at the genuine laugh, even as she blushed from embarrassment.\r \n\\-\r \nAlly stood silent, hands folded firmly in front of her… she was actually here! She glanced at the ambassadors and their support staff filing into the room. She recognised a few faces.\r \n“You have good taste.” whispered the guard behind her to Barty.\r \nAlly felt her cheeks warm at the compliment and slid her arm into Barty’s, clinging tightly to him as he escorted her toward the doors. A cacophony sounded beyond, a thousand voices shouting at each other as everyone found their seats. Her eyes sparkled and she felt his gaze on her, experiencing the room anew for the first time through her eyes.\r \nSimplified versions of each party’s flag were draped over individual booths. Barty guided her to the 3 stars on a green background of the Daelific - Greener Pastures Partnered Systems. He gestured to a seat but she remained beside him, dropping into his lap even as the 3 other secretaries grumbled and sat behind him, all looking remarkably similar to Ally, it appeared he had a type. His hand rested over her arse as she looked out, seeing the rare sight of a horizon. The glass rim of the window cast around the room, nothing between her and well… nothing, but for a few feet of glass. \r \n“It’s a quiet day, a few nobodies giving speeches, I only need to be here for 30 minutes but we can stay longer if you wish.”\r \n“I… can we see how it goes?” she asked.\r \nHe nodded and slid her arse closer on his lap, her sharp nails playing over the shirt on his back. The room quieted down as the first speaker walked toward the dias.\r \n“Oh for… this guy.” said Barty.\r \n“Who is it?” asked Ally, gazing up at Marek on the stage, he was steeling his nerves and looking out over the full senate.\r \n“That’s Marek Lewandowska… his planet is poor. They don’t even have an ambassador here representing them, he had to come in person.”\r \nAlly’s fingers tightened over Barty as Marek started quiet, almost speaking to himself before his voice rose to address the whole room.\r \n“It’s over… I’m terminating our agreement.”\r \nBarty turned rigid against Ally, his attention for the first time falling off her as Marek continued, his confidence growing.\r \n“You knew what it would mean for us back home. But still… you pushed us. When the choice is to sign or starve, there is no choice... As you lived in excess, you forced us to smile. To thank you.”\r \nAlly’s lips curled into a genuine smile. Barty’s hand pushed at her thigh and turned to one of his secretaries. “Get Sigma on the phone!” he shoutwhispered.\r \n“I wouldn’t do that!” said Ally, sharp fingers clutching Barty’s throat while glaring at the assistants, fingers pressed into his skin, she turned his face back toward the stage and whispered down into his ear. “You want to watch this.” she said, looking up to see the women she recognised in the other booths. One was pinning a secretary, another snapping tablets on the corner of her booth.\r \n“...building, festering. So when an opportunity came to try something else we took it.” said Marek. A dozen diplomats stepped up from their booth’s and walked to form a circle around him, separating themselves from the rest of the senate. Barty glanced up at her, realisation dawned on him.\r \nAlly’s words spoke in time with Marek, having heard the speech and memorising it in the weeks prior.\r \n“I no longer agree to your terms. From now on, you will agree to mine.”\r \nShe turned his head toward the window as ship’s came out of their jumps, filling the horizon with steel and the light of a thousand engines."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're a spoiled brat of a live in sub, living the life somewhere pampered pet and lover. Of course, you are still expected to be a good little slut, and mistress has so many ways of showing you your place if you don't .
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"content": "Sarah needed to get outside. She needed to stretch and feel the warm sun on her bare sin. Her hand sat on the doorknob as something shouted at her to stop. Sirens wailed in her ears as she gazed at the outer airlock. She shook her head, there was so much shouting.\r \n“Sarah stop!” said one voice, cutting through the rest.\r \nShe glanced back to see the stern face of her captain. The rest of the crew gathered around her past the windows of the inner airlock.\r \n“I’ll just go out for a few minutes.” she said.\r \n“Sarah, you can’t go out yet. I have to go with you, I’m your captain, you can’t go outside without your captain.”\r \nSarah remembered her training, all those hours submerged in suits, all with her captain talking to her through the radio.\r \n“Sorry Piri.”\r \n“It’s ok Sarah, open the inner lock so we can go out together.”\r \nSarah’s hand drifted off the flood sequence and ran over to the inner lock, pulling the heavy lever and putting an end to the sirens. She smiled at Piri as the door slid up when suddenly her crew surged forward, Simon, Chris… all of them grabbed Sarah and pulled her out of the airlock, away from the outside.\r \n\\-\r \nSarah sat on the chair, her wrists shackled together and bound to a short chain. She shuffled the chair closer to Piri, she wasn’t paying attention to what she shouted to the rest of the crew, instead nuzzling into her side. Hearing the captain’s voice ease on contact.\r \nHer ears pricked when she heard Piri say her name a while later.\r \n“... Sarah get in there anyway? You were supposed to be with her Chris.”\r \n“She was quiet but seemed ok, just eating her rations. I turned my back for a second to make coffee and she was gone. I raised the alarm right away.”\r \nPiri started drawing a spare shirt over Sarah’s hand, balling her paw into a fist and slipping a cable tie around the bundled shirt at her wrist to secure it. Sarah eyed her new paw and padded at Piri’s side with it.\r \n“Y- you’re not angry are you?” asked Sarah.\r \nPiri’s face softened at her words, her hand stroked Sarah’s head, her expression turning to surprise when Sarah nuzzled into her hand.\r \n“I’m not angry with you. You scared us, that is all, you can’t go outside.”\r \n“Why not?”\r \nThere was an awkward silence, Sarah followed it by prodding Piri when she stopped patting her.\r \n“...Because you’re an inside cat?” she said, though it sounded like a question.\r \n“Oh… ok.” said Sarah.\r \nChris swore and his head fell. “I hope that works but part of me is mad if it was that easy.”\r \nPiri’s attention fell off Sarah again as she addressed the crew, holding up Sarah’s paw as an example.\r \n“From now on, she has paws. If you see her trying to get them off you shackle her to the chair.”\r \nSarah spaced out of the conversation again when it turned to Delta V and whether earth would send a ship for a single package. Sarah jumped to the table in the 1/8th gravity, settling down on her haunches and headbutting Piri’s hand for a pat. The captain had a serious look on her face but John started patting her… it wasn’t as good but she nuzzled him a few times… only when he stopped patting though. He wasn’t her captain afterall.\r \nSarah’s bed had been moved into the captains quarters, there wasn't a frame for the mattress and so it had been laid on the floor but she didn’t mind, she curled up and watched Piri get changed out of her uniform.\r \nPiri stroked the stubble of her head while sitting on the edge of her bed, musing to herself and thinking.\r \n“You are the ship's cat.”\r \nSarah nodded and blinked a yes without lifting her sleepy head.\r \n“We are at sea, so you can’t go outside or you will get wet.”\r \nIt made sense so Sarah nodded.\r \n“You don’t want to get wet do you?”\r \nOf course not, she hated swimming, she had barely passed the brutal training regime on that hurdle.\r \n“Europa has very cold seas… ok, we will see if this works.”\r \nSarah’s eyes eased closed, Piri’s voice lulling her down to sleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: written from the Women’s point of view. Being sneaky is the best part, Husband best friend sneaks in through the front door while husband is working in the back yard….
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"content": "Hannah whistled a quiet tune along with the music she had playing while she immersed the first of the dishes into the warm, soapy water in the kitchen sink. Her husband, Carl, had offered to complete the extensive yard work their house needed if she would work on the numerous dishes created by his delicious meal the evening before. Since it was the in the middle of summer and the air outside was a humid 90 degrees, she was eager to accept.\n\nThe wall behind the sink was low enough that she could see over it into the living room and through the glass doors to the porch on the far side of the living room. Occasionally, she saw Carl walking back and forth through the yard.\n\n“He’s hard at work,” she muttered to herself.\n\nHannah thought she heard something from the other side of the house after banging a pot into the wall of the sink. She paused but heard nothing else. Probably another bird had flown itself into one of the windows and been deterred. She resumed her whistling and began scrubbing another dish, when suddenly someone grabbed her shoulder. Carl was visible in the backyard, so it couldn’t be him.\n\n“Eeeeeeek!” she yelled. The pan fell into the water and clanged against the metal sink.\n\n“Shhh, calm down,” said the masculine voice behind her.\n\nHannah turned her head and saw Xavier standing uncomfortably close behind her. Xavier was one of Carl’s best friends. She enjoyed his company when with others, although he didn’t make any effort to hide his flirty nature from her.\n\nHer heart was still beating wildly but she let her body relax.\n\n“I thought you were some kind of axe murderer!” she scolded him.\n\n“Hannah?” yelled Carl from the yard. His face was pressed against one of the open screen windows. “Are you okay?”\n\nXavier looked towards the living room and put a finger to his lips. Hannah cocked an eyebrow in confusion.\n\n“Errr yeah I’m fine. The pan slipped through my fingers,” she shouted back.\n\n“Okay! Be careful,” laughed Carl as he disappeared from the window.\n\n“So, what do you want?” asked Hannah of Xavier.\n\n“Can’t a guy just visit the sexy wife of his friend without being interrogated?” he responded with a smirk.\n\n“Well Carl’s going to be busy for a few hours, unfortunately. Unless you want to go out and help or bother him,” said Hannah.\n\n“I know; he told me. I came to see you.”\n\n“What?\"\n\nXavier leaned in close and trailed a finger down her spine through her shirt. He leaned and pressed a gentle kiss against her neck, making her shiver.\n\n“What?” she asked again in confusion.\n\n“Is this okay?” asked Xavier in a low voice. He had a sultry smile on his face. “Do you want me to stop?”\n\n“Get down!” she hissed as she saw Carl pass in front of the porch doors again. Xavier complied and hid himself beneath the counter and kitchen wall. Hannah sighed as Carl passed without looking into the house.\n\n“Do you remember where the shovel is?” yelled Carl through the window again.\n\n“The sho-“ began Hannah as she felt Xavier massaging her butt through her leggings. “The shovel?” she continued as she tried to kick backward at Xavier.\n\n“Yeah. I want to dig up some roots,” said Carl.\n\nHannah tensed up as Xavier began pulling her leggings down. She tried to kick him gently again but he managed to get them off her legs and feet. Then she felt him reaching for the waistband of her panties.\n\n“Xavier!” she hissed. She was careful to not turn away.\n\n“Tell him where the shovel is. Act natural,” said Xavier as he continued tugging them down.\n\n“It’s in the garage near the hose,” she called back.\n\n“Thanks!”\n\nCarl jogged off.\nHannah finally turned and glared at Xavier as he finished tugging her underwear to the ground.\n\n“What on earth are you doing?” she whispered.\n\n“Well, you told me to get down. You didn’t tell me to stop,” he said with an innocent expression plastered on his face. “If you didn’t like me removing your clothes, why didn’t you say anything to Carl just now?”\n\n“Well, I don’t want to get you in trouble!” she retorted. “Carl would kill you if he saw you doing this.”\n\n“Then we don’t let him see us! We don’t let him see me making his beautiful wife feel. Really. Good. All. Over,” he said, punctuating each word with a kiss on her body, moving upwards again until he planted a long kiss on her neck.\n\nIt was her weak point. Hannah moaned softly.\n\n“This is wrong,” she protested while Xavier continued sucking on her neck and rubbing her bare ass. “I’m loyal to Carl and you should be too.”\n\n“I’m not going to come between you two,” he whispered into her ear. “You just deserve a little fun today. You need someone to take care of you while you’re waiting for Carl to finish his work.”\n\n“Oh god, Xavier,” she groaned.\n\nShe gasped again as his hands slid into her shirt and found her breasts.\n\n“No bra. Perfect,” he muttered as he teased her nipples. “Just give me a direct rejection if you still want me to stop and I’ll leave the house.”\n\nShe grunted.\n\n“Or… We can just enjoy some quick fun while we both get a thrill about being sneaky and naughty together.”\n\nFeeling turned on, she nodded.\n\n“Mmmm I thought so. Do the dishes then and I’ll be careful not to alert Carl.”\n\nXavier quickly undressed and then he was inside of her. Hannah worked to muffle her moan as he filled her body. Her suitor wasted no time in beginning to fuck her, although he was gentle in his motions.\n\nThe reality of what she had agreed to suddenly sunk in. Paralyzed with anxiety, she tried to wash the dishes loudly and remained vigilant in watching the backyard."
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"content": "Am I a muscle-chaser? Yes. Did I get saved early in life by an Orc woman Barbarian? Yes. Did these things make me chase after my savior? Yes. Am I currently balls-deep in a buxom orc woman in the bed of a vampire king we slew two hours ago?\n\n\"YES!\" Lady Gurga shouted as she rode on top of me, pinning my arms to the bed. \"Yes, Mage Aven, continue to make sweet love to me!\"\n\nThe wooden four-poster bed groaned under the force of the Amazonian woman's thrusts downward. Muscles bulged and popped from Gurga's body as her mountainous breasts waved up and down. Gurga's broad shoulders and massive arms flexed as she breathed deeply and grinned down at me.\n\n\"Lady Gurga!\" I shouted, unable to pry myself free from her iron vice grip. \"I'm about to cum!\"\n\nThe rugged adventurer smiled, and she knelt, grinding her hips against me. I felt her breath against mine, and I looked her in her eyes. Lady Gurga's were both bright silver and stared with the intensity of a tigress. Unable to stop myself, I craned my neck up and kissed her. \n\nSurprised, her tusks bumped against my teeth, but soon she let out a muffled grunt. I felt her mouth open as she shoved her tongue out, kissing me deeply and passionately. Her legs wrapped around mine, trapping me even further as she drove her body up and down, squeezing me with the muscles inside of her wet, tight pussy.\n\nI felt Lady Gurga tighten and spasm as she gasped, shouting out into the echoed chamber. We both moaned in pleasure as she held me down, and the wood frame began to splinter and crack. With one final thrust of her hips, I felt the flood gates open up, and a wave of pleasure washed over me.\n\nMy orgasm flooded deep into her as she kept all of me inside her. Her wet pussy vibrated and spasmed as our orgasms mixed. Unable to fight it, I lifted my head and kissed Lady Gurga deeply, passionately giving my tongue to her. She responded in kind as every last bit of my cum was pumped into her.\n\n\"You are a devilish mage Aven.\" She purred, sliding next to me as I caught my breath. \"You are a fine addition to our group.\"\n\nOne of the other team members, an elf girl named Laurila, came out and gestured for us to hurry up. Lady Gurga pointed a sword at her, causing the door to slam shut and lock. \n\n\"The others thought I only wanted you for your body,\" She continued, holding me close. \"But I saw potential. It is thanks to you the vampire is slain and the treasure is ours.\"\n\nI laughed sheepishly, thinking about me how I saved the team.\n\n\"I just like casting fireballs.\" I laughed. \n\nLady Gurga laughed heartily for a minute and then fell silent. Her eyes were pensive as we stared into the hole in the ceiling. The night sky poured its moon and starlight in, creating a dance of light and shadows. Lady Gurga's sharp features, highlighted by her proud tusks, took my breath away. \n\nHow could someone so beautiful be so equally powerful? How could she finally be here, right beside me? Wrapped safely in her arms like so long ago...\n\n\"I also really like you,\" I whispered. Lady Gurga's far-away look disappeared as she snapped her head in my direction, blinking rapidly. \"I don't know if you remember the Alvirin Raids, Lady Gurga...\"\n\nShe looked at me sadly and brushed the hair out of my eyes. \n\n\"I was travelling with my companions at the time, searching for a missing artifact when we came across the burning city... Too many lives lost. Too much innocent blood spilled.\" She saddled back on top of me and cocked her head. \"Why?\"\n\nI stared up at Lady Gurga, the object of my affection and adoration. Her bulging muscles rippled along her body. The dark shadows make her eyes glow in the dark, like a pair of moons. My heart raced faster than it had during any battle.\n\nI lifted my hand and cupped her face in my hand, my thumb tracing her purple lipstick that had smeared. I traced my hand down to her neck, where a burn scar had faded. Her breathing quickened, and her eyes widened. Tears stung her eyes, as did mine.\n\n\"You...\"\n\n\"Was there.\" I finished for her, biting my lower lip. \"The burning church that the cultists set ablaze. I was in there with the other orphans when you burst open the door they'd locked. You saved us.\"\n\n\"Aven...\"\n\n\"Lady Gurga. You saved me that day and taught me what it means to be a hero. I promised myself I would thank you one day. That I'd... show what you did that day. The good that you created.\"\n\nLady Gurga started to cry, as did I. She squeezed me in her arms, and I held her tight. My savior had become my mentor. And my mentor had become my lover. As I entered her again, our lips connecting us, our bodies one, I knew that she would become my one and only.\n\n\"I promise Aven,\" She whispered into my ears before nibbling on my neck, pressing her massive breasts onto me. \"The man you are today is nothing compared to the man you will become... The man I will care for... The man I will love.\"\n\nShe kept her promise."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A fantastical tale, in the future. With a simple premise, or convoluted. Involving a woman (or women?) who regularly and frequently swallow cum from a variety of men. Who all jack themselves off in her open mouth. In public or a public-adjacent setting. Like it’s not at all out of the ordinary.
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"content": "*It's a job.*\n\nMelissa kept this thought to herself, alone in the elevator up to the 33rd floor, adjusting the top button on her blouse and nudging her black skirt into place. *It's a job, and it pays the bills, and it's better here than out on the street.*\n\nIt was Monday morning, just her second week on the job. She had been a receptionist at the same law firm for six years, up until they got sued out of existence for malpractice and finally went bankrupt three months ago. Times were tough, and rent wasn't cheap. After weeks of searching, application forms that went nowhere, and bills piling up, Melissa finally took a job in which she never thought she'd end up. Office Pleasure Aide.\n\nOffice Pleasure Aides were a relatively new phenomenon, only emerging after landmark sex work decriminalization laws were passed. They weren't cheap, either - Melissa was getting paid nearly triple her receptionist salary - and so were pretty much only seen in pretty fancy places: investment banks, well-funded tech startups, ad agencies... that sort of place. Where everything screamed money, from the wall art to the fancy espresso machines to the luxury office chairs.\n\nThe exact duties weren't the same everywhere. But Pleasure Aides weren't prostitutes. Legally, they could only engage in oral or manual sex while on the job, and they couldn't accept tips. It was only this restriction that made it possible for Melissa to talk herself into accepting the role. Not that she hadn't thought of the possibility before. She was certainly attractive enough - 26, with a perky smile, athletic build, and distracting cleavage. And she'd been asked more than once if she was the Pleasure Aide at the law firm, a conversation which she always nervously laughed her way out of.\n\nGraystreet Trading owned several floors in the building and Melissa was an urgent fill-in for an Aide who left to move out west; she'd been told during the interview that employees had been clamoring for a replacement for weeks. Pleasure Aides were seen as important stress relief in high-pressure workplaces. Horny employees are less productive. It's just a fact. So workplaces seeking an advantage in a cutthroat market had to find a way to put modesty aside and keep their workers focused.\n\nMelissa stepped out the elevator and swiftly made her way down the hall to her office. Probably the smallest room on the floor that had four walls. She tried to spruce it up a bit her first week: candles and a small plant next to the tiny loveseat they'd crammed in there.\n\nAs she turned the corner she saw John standing outside her door. He looked down at his watch when she came into his view. \"9:02,\" he said. \"You're late.\"\n\nMelissa rolled her eyes. \"You're early. I haven't even had my coffee yet.\"\n\n\"Can't you just do this one real quick? I swear I'm ready to burst.\"\n\nShe tossed her purse in the corner as they entered the office. \"Happy to,\" she said half-sarcastically. She closed the door as John unbuckled his belt. \"Something got you horny this morning?\"\n\n\"Nothing new, just a wife who wouldn't fuck me even if her life depended on it.\"\n\n\"Hah. You and every other guy on the floor.\"\n\nJohn grinned. \"Time me. Shouldn't be two minutes for someone as good as you.\"\n\nMelissa unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse, revealing just a hint of the lacy black bra holding back her tantalizing breasts. \"Usually men don't brag about that.\"\n\n\"I'd say the opposite if I were in charge of making you cum.\" John kicked his pants down to his ankles and pulled out his fully erect cock: a modest four and a half inches, at best, but to his credit girthy, and with a bead of precum forming at the tip. \"See? Ready to burst.\"\n\nMelissa kneeled and looked up. \"I guess we'll see about that.\" She started to lightly stroke his shaft. Last week she noticed she had a bit more energy in the mornings, putting just a touch more enthusiasm into each job, but by afternoon was doling out pretty routine pump-and-go's as her stamina waned. John let out a satisfied grunt as Melissa started to grip a bit harder. \"Fuck yeah, that's it right there.\"\n\nShe kept her rhythmic pumping going. \"Where you wanna cum today?\"\n\n\"I wanna coat your tits.\"\n\nMelissa eased John's dick into her lips, freeing her arms to pull her blouse back behind her. She made sure to wrap her tongue around the tip, lightly swirling with each thrust, a tip she picked up from the hiring manager, and which last week's experience proved to be effective. Without breaking rhythm she managed to unhook her bra and let it fall down to the floor, a task she'd only slightly improved on after extensive practice last week.\n\nA couple more pumps before John placed his hand on the back of Melissa's head, swaying his hips a bit as he softly moaned in pleasure. She placed both hands around his base before pulling him out, smacking her lips while doing so in that corny way that men seemed to love. She stroked, hard, with both hands, sensing John's balls tighten up as his orgasm built.\n\n\"Cum for me.\"\n\nJohn grunted and buckled slightly as he came, six spurts of thick jizz splattering Melissa's neck and chest, before winding down to a dribble, the last few drops making their way to the vinyl floor. She dabbed her lips with a towel hanging off the back of the door before slowly standing up. \"Yeah, that was fast.\"\n\nJohn grinned again, pulling up his pants and clumsily fixing his belt. \"You were great. You sure you're new at this?\"\n\nMelissa ran a washcloth under cold water at a tiny sink at the back of the room. \"Well, I was new last week, pretty much. But now I've sucked off like two hundred guys in five days.\" The thought of that seemed to make John horny again.\n\n\"If you ever want to do more than suck...\"\n\n\"Yeah, I know where to find you.\"\n\nJohn winked. He wasn't the only guy to push the boundaries. Probably more than half did, by Melissa's estimate. One or two even tried to make a move during their session, though most were scared off from trying anything- a single bad report would cost them pleasure privileges forever.\n\n\"See you in the afternoon, Melissa,\" John said with a wave as he turned down the hallway. \"Three forty five, three forty five, three forty five...\" he muttered.\n\nMelissa composed herself as she re-buttoned her blouse. A quick knock on the door followed by a head popping in.\n\n\"Come on in, Steve.\"\n\n*Just a job.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] [CC] The potion his roommate had brewed for him was supposed to cure his acne. It did that and far more, making him extremely attractive, though it did so by turning him into a girl...
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"content": "… The next day: Thursday. Morning ...\n\nI put on my short jean shorts and tight white tank top. I strutted out to the common area, to find Jack eating breakfast. I gave him my most winning smile and said, \"hi Jack.\"\n\n\"Hi,\" he said, apparently to his bowl of cereal.\n\n\"Oh,\" I said, disconcerted at his disinterest. \"That was really fun yesterday.\" I ploughed on.\n\n\"Yeah,\" He responded monosyllabically.\n\n\"Okay,\" I said, sitting down next to him. \"What is up with you?\"\n\n\"Why don't you tell me?\" he responded. \"Yesterday you're giving me the best blow job of my life. Seeming like you're totally into it. Then the next thing I know you just dip.\"\n\n\"I had a thing to do,\" I said evasively.\n\n\"I mean even before you changed, people were joking about us being attached at the hips,\" he said. \"Now you're strutting around like a total smokestack, I figured I'd just wait it out, but you keep talking about how much better your life is now, and you go down on me like you love it and and …\"\n\n\"Is there a point to this?\"\n\n\"Yeah, are you still planning on changing back?\"\n\n\"Umm,\" I responded. It had been only five days since I turned, but so much had happened it seemed so much longer. Going shopping with Stephanie, the tips at my job improving so much, all the attention I was getting, and most recently giving head for the first time in my life.\n\n\\*It's been great.\\* I admitted to myself. \\*But, can I commit to spending the rest of my life like this?\\*\n\n\"And if you are staying, what about us?\" he asked me.\n\n\"Us?\" I asked, startled by the sudden turn in our conversation.\n\n\"Yeah, maybe you can just casually hook up like it doesn't mean anything. But, I've known you my whole life, up until this week being with you has been effortless, like breathing,\" he confessed. \"If you're going to keep leading me on and leaving I can't handle it.\"\n\nIn my stunned silence he stood up from his chair crossed the room and tossed his bowl in the sink before turning to look at me directly.\n\nI was too stunned to say anything for a moment, \"I … I'm sorry, I didn't know.\" I apologized.\n\n\"You know what, don't bother,\" he said dismissively. \"I'm going to class,\" he added as he stormed out of the apartment leaving me to think about everything he had said."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Before Keyleth could leave for her Aramenté, she had to complete a task that showed she was brave enough to finish it. She was assigned with camping near one of the human towns... Nude: the way nature intended it.
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"content": "Keyleth was cold, naked, and miserable. She couldn't believe this was her final test before the Aramenté. Why teach her all these things only to take them away? Weirdly the thing she felt missing strongest wasn't her clothes (though with autumn turning leaves red and winds cold, she very much missed them), it was her druidic focus. Much of her magic was gone unless she happened upon some materials on the way. \nThe K'tawl swamp would be the most direct way to Stilben, but crossing it without anything on her was almost suicidal. She'd have little protection against the monsters lurking there. The smart way, unfortunately, was to follow closer to the Silvercut Roadway, a large traderoad that passed closeby to Zephrah and led directly to Stilben. It was however also filled with farmland and traders from Stilben inland. Just the thought of running into people while she was naked as the day she was born made her blush. \nThe first day of travel was harsh, going down the Summit peaks with their cold temperatures, but in a way the familiar landmarks made the time pass quick. Except the two occations when a Zephrahn skysail passed by her path and she struggled to hide behind rocks before her friends could see her like this. \nBy the time she made camp, Keyleth's feet were sore, but she was in the warmer and greener foot of the mountain. Already she had passed hunting cabins that were fortunately empty. She had considered breaking in, but she didn't even know how to do that without torching the cabin. Her campsite was instead behind a large boulder, with only a fire keeping her company and berries to feed her. \nAfter passing through all the underbrush, she was happy to have grass under her feet. Could she make herself shoes or was that against the spirit of the task? She didn't want to risk it – not for a bit of convenience after she had already gotten this far. By lunch she had started to enjoy the trip. It was exciting in a way that training just wasn't. The intimacy to nature was refreshing. Maybe this was what the Ashari custom was trying to teach her – that your body and your mind are just another part of nature. \nAt noon she paused behind the tree line in the swamp. She started picking fruits where she could find them. Then Keyleth heard a branch snap behind her. Her mind blanked and she jumped into a crouch. Something approached from the bushes. Or rather someone. Without thinking, she bolted. Past the figure was the only way without water, so Keyleth ran, almost forgetting the indecency of it. The man with his bow drawn was too baffled to react, only shouting something after her. She didn't listen, she just fled, her face as red as her hair. \nKeyleth only stopped when her legs hurt and her breath felt like fire. Even then it was a small vine that stopped her: Her foot caught in the loop and sent her flying into the water with a high pitched cry. Her first thought was that it must have alerted the hunter to her position. Only then did she consider the more pressing fact that she needed to get air. \nThe swamp wasn't as bad as Keyleth had expected. She could climb up on land after a few tries, and though she was shivering, it was not as cold as a Zephrahn would think. The druid wrung out her shoulder-long hair and picked out a few branches. Of course there was no sign of the hunter. \n\"Kiki, you dumb-ass... That hunter was probably no threat at all, but you just had to lose your mind, just because it's a bit embarassing.\", Keyleth scolded herself. She was always like this, too impulsive, too awkward around people. It was funny how people thought she was going to be this great leader, when she couldn't even talk to a man without literally running off into the woods. And now she was wet, naked, and lost in the swamp, rubbing her body to warm up. \nRetracing the steps turned out to be a lost cause. Keyleth spent the afternoon trying to find her way back. She asked a few birds for help, but they were self-absorbed tits that couldn't agree on anything. \nJust when Keyleth started recognizing some trees, she heard voices. \n\"... the weirdest thing, Ewen. I saw this figure through the bushes – a young woman, completely naked. Really cute too. I asked her if she needed any help, but she ran deeper into the swamp\", a male voice said. \nKeyleth could barely hear it, so she crept closer. This time she wouldn't be so easily frightened. \n\"I dunno, it reminds me of a story my granny told me. Wood spirits in the form of beautiful young women, Dryads. They lure men to their grove and take their seed to fertilize the trees...\", a second, older voice said. \nThe first voice laughed. \"I wouldn't mind that. I'd fertilize that bush anytime and take a nibble from those little apples.\" \nKeyleth blushed being compared to a Dryad. If she was being honest, she was a bit aroused too. Nobody talked about her that way, about copulating with her with so little respect... \n\"Let me finish, kiddo. After they take your seed, they drown you and burry you to feed the trees.\", Ewen said. Keyleth almost laughed at the misunderstanding of the seelie ways. \n\"Well, that sounds a bit too clingy for my taste\", the hunter laughed. \nThe conversation went back to their hunting, so Keyleth snuck away, with a weird feeling in her belly and between her legs. Gods, what would her family think... \nFortunately finding the hunters meant she druid wasn't too far from the road. It only took her a quarter hour to find her way back. She continued on the road with a little spring in her step. In Zephrah everybody put her on a pedestal and in turn expected being the epitome of druidkind. Down here, she was just a naked lady, allegedly cute. Maybe the Aramenthé wouldn't be so bad, if people treated her normal and not like a goddess in training. \nIt took a lot of courage to walk past the farms and fields like this, but some wicked part of Keyleth enjoyed the fast heartbeat, the covert glances following her. Maybe this was the lesson. Courage to be yourself, without anything to hide behind. Real confidence. \nWhen it was time to make camp, Keyleth could see the coast, and Stilben in the middle. She was a bit behind schedule, but she'd be there tomorrow. Her heart skipped a beat. She was to meet the mayor and get a pearl. There was nothing she had to trade for it. How was that supposed to work? Even if she were to walk through the entire town as she was, what would she say? \nThe grass at least felt warm and cozy and Keyleth found it easy to drift to sleep. Her dreams were wild and strange. In one she was a cow that flew through the mountains. In the next she was luring hunters to... Fertilize her bush. And in another she arrived at the end of her trial, only to notice she was fully clothed and had thus failed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After losing a bet your friend thought it'd be hilarious for you to dress up like a femboy. S/he's surprised at how hot seeing you like that is, and keeps contriving reasons for you not to change back.
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"content": "I am so humiliated, it's unbelievable. Gabe is a fucking dick and everyone should know it. Just want to make sure that is crystal clear before we go any further. See this? I'm so upset I don't know how to feel. Part of me is so full of shame, but then part of me is super angry. And that's not even the half of it! Argh!\n\nOkay, deep breaths Jamie. In and out, that's right. Sorry, I know you're probably confused, but I was just overwhelmed with emotion for a minute there. Here, let me back up and sexplain this from the beginning. \n\nGabe is an old friend. We grew up together. It made sense that we would live together when our parents had had enough of us. He was always the big brother figure to me. Both literally and figuratively, amiright? Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself again. It's fair to say that the guy's on the heavy side, but he isn't obese or anything. Just got that gamer physique, you know? And he should, to be fair. I'm not trying to shame the guy or nothing, just giving context. \n\nHe likes all the classic gamer fuel food, which I know from spending so much time playing VGs with him. Goddamn traumatized from mics picking up mastication ASMR so many times. Mostly, we play MOBAs and we're super competitive. One of my favourite insults is to taunt him by saying his reaction time would be better if his fingers weren't so slick with grease. But that's just classic bants. 'Sides, I'm no beacon of health either. I just prefer 20 hour fasts, so I'm gaunt, delicate and pale. The other extreme of the l33t spectrum. \n\nSpeaking of MOBAs, one of our favourite activities has always been racing up the leaderboards. Not only do we get to compete against everyone else, our skill levels are similar enough that we both improve regularly. \n\nIn spite of this steady improvement, a while back, we started to hit plateaus. Neither of us could get to the next level, and we just kept middling around the same rank. \n\nBut then Gabe had this great idea. He said we could force ourselves to improve with consequences. Like, we would bet on the number of kills he'd get in a match. Or if I lost a match, I'd have to follow through on his bet's terms. His thinking was that the worst that would come of it is we got a bit better at some skills or whatever. And it worked pretty good, to be honest, but he certainly underexaggerated the results. \n\nThese challenges worked for awhile anyway. I did squats and leg stretches and worked a lot on my splits. I began to feel flexible and light. But soon it wasn't enough for either of us. Gabe wasn't really following through on his challenges. I was tired of going through the same stages of \"not liking a new activity\" to \"becoming accustomed\" to \"enjoying them.\" \n\nSo we got together to brainstorm more serious consequences. Again, the logic being the more we didn't want to do it, the less likely we were to keep doing the same things. I can't remember which one of us suggested the first humiliation things, but they were innocent enough anyway. Wearing panties when grocery shopping, taking public photos in risque locations, posting anonymous VO content on amateur subreddits: You know, stuff that we would know was us, to make us accountable, but that would still be relatively private.\n\nStuff began to show up at our house. Panties, collars, stockings, skirts, dresses, gloves, makeup: I was pretty surprised that Gabe was willing to spend so much money on this silly challenge. But, whatever, it wasn't my problem. And it did help us improve, in all fairness. We were both breaking personal bests regularly and playing some of the best matches of our lives. \n\nSaying it out loud like this, the progression seems so obvious. But at the time, I failed to notice when Gabe stopped doing any of the challenges himself. And I was totally blindsided when he suggested that I dress like a femboy. And even though I didn't realize I was crossing a barrier, that was really the point where things began to change in a big way.\n\nI remember the look on his face when I came out of my room. He was astonished, but I don't know why. I'd done a bunch of exercise so my thin body was firm and soft. I'd had to walk around with makeup enough that I was pretty competent with the tools, and of course, he provided all the clothes. Fuck! Why would he order them in my size when there's no way they would fit him? Am I really this dense?\n\nBut whatever. We went to the mall, had lunch and went back to our apartment. It was nerve-racking at first, but I've become adept at conquering my apprehension and I knew I'd play great that night. Only close call was when we were eating. For some reason, I got this random boner. It made my skirt tent and I had to tuck it between my legs to stop it from arousing attention. Gabe laughed the whole way home.\n\nWhen we were back in the apartment, he said I should double-down on the bet. Like, amplify the payoff by withholding the reward of turning back to normal. I hadn't thought about it, but it did make a lot of sense. So I didn't change out of the clothes and instead spent the night playing in a girl's outfit. I must admit, the easy access to scratching my balls was kinda nice.\n\nThe next morning, Gabe came into my room to wake me up. He had morning wood, and I made fun of how it stuck out from under his belly. He feigned anger and jumped on me, trying to pin me on the bed. I remember how his manhood felt pressed up against me. How warm it was. Eventually we calmed down and he told me that I should really try tripling the bet. You get what's happening here.\n\nIt was on the third day that I got fed up. I had been dressing as a femboy everyday and I was sick of it! I confronted Gabe, who was surprisingly understanding about my frustration. He knew that temptation was natural and he thought it would be best if I had a commitment aid. I almost hit him when he pulled out the chastity cage. \n\nBut Gabe, on top of being a total prick, is a total smooth-talker. He told me how I'd learn to control myself better, and even gave me a few starter butt plugs. He said that it would be a good distraction for me and would help me direct my focus somewhere else. I told him it was pretty gross that my long-time friend was suggesting I do femboy sex play. He told me that we could stop whenever I wanted. I told him he had better make a more convincing argument.\n\nCan you believe what he said to me? He says, because he's straight, he doesn't get anything from seeing me dress like a femboy. So, if I keep doing it, it will actually be a punishment for him. He says that I'm actually his motivation. That me walking around like that convinces him he needs to get his act together. I begin to realize I actually have the control in this relationship.\n\nIf he doesn't like it, then all the stuff with the cage and the plugs and skirts is making it worse for him. And I'm all about torturing my friends if they cross me. Suddenly, wearing the outfits doesn't seem like such a big deal. I even wear the cage and take pride in handing Gabe the key, which he makes a show of loathing. Slowly, I start to buy my own clothes to surprise him. But that's not even the best part.\n\nPretty early on, I realized that Gabe can't handle physical contact with me when I'm all dressed up. So I started teasing him by leaning over his computer while he was mid-game. Or giving him mocking lap dances as he tried to writhe away. But then one day I remembered the anal plugs he'd given me. I slipped it in, stood near Gabe and bent over in my shortest skirt. I then coughed to get his attention. \n\nIt was hard to see his face since I was looking at him upside down through my legs, but it almost looked like he smiled before meeting my gaze. Then his face switched to disgust and I knew I had him good. Over time the plugs would increase in size and the gags would become more elaborate. This guy gets pranked all the time and I continue to feel vindicated. Powerful. Like, I finally got back at him for making me do that horribly embarrassing thing. What was it he made me do that I hated again?"
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"content": "\"Hi Boss,\" the knock came at Jack's door, promptly at 9am. \"It's Stella. You wanted me to come by for a conslutation?\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, come in, Stella.\" Jack closed the spreadsheet he'd been working on since he'd arrived at the office, well before any of his employees and turned his chair to face forwards as his office admin came in. But instead of her usual outfit of too tight pencil skirts and low cut blouses, she was wearing a red dress that was clearly being stretched to its limits around her curves, as if she'd bought it two sizes too small. There were no straps and her heaving bosom seemed to almost spill out of the top. And the hemline... well, Jack was sure that if it was any higher he would be able to see her hoohah.\n\n\"Ummm, Stella? What are you wearing?\" Jack coughed, trying not to swallow his tongue.\n\n\"A dress!\" Stella answered with a beaming smile. She walked forward, ignoring the chair that was facing the desk. \"Don't you think it's perfect for a conslutation? My old boss helped me pick it out.\" She circled around the desk, and then, to his utter shock, she kneeled down in front of him and placed her hands on his thighs. \"Are you ready for our conslutation?\"\n\nThrough the haze of lust in Jack's brain, he latched on to the odd mispronunciation. \"A con**slut**ation?\"\n\nStella nodded eagerly, her hands sliding up Jack's thighs towards his crotch. \"Yes, sir! My boss at my old job used to call me in for conslutations all the time, so I have a lot of experience. And he taught me to always make sure to dress appropriately!\"\n\nJack managed to grab her hands right before she reached a part of him that thought she was dressed decidedly **in**appropriately and was loving it. \"Ahhh, well, actually that's, errrrrr, that's not what I had in mind.\" He slid his chair back another few inches, so he was slightly out of reach. \"I wanted to meet with you because I wanted to catch up now that you've been here awhile. I thought it would be good to really drill down on what your goals are and how we can help you achieve them.\"\n\n\"Ohhhh, ok!\" A look of understanding washed over Stella's face. \"I know what you want now!\" She got up off her knees, slid her panties down and tossed them on the floor, then bent over Jack's desk so her naked ass and pussy were practically in his face.\n\n\"Errrr, Stella? What are you doing?\" Jack gulped in shock.\n\n\"You said you wanted to drill me, sir.\" Stella looked over her shoulder at him in confusion, as if **he** was the one acting strangely. \"Is this not your preferred position?\"\n\n\"That wasn't....\" Jack stumbled over his words, unable to tear his eyes away from Stella's completely shaved pussy. \"Umm, I would, errrrr, prefer if you sat down in the chair while we, errrrr, talked.\" Maybe if she sat down his cock would stop throbbing.\n\nThankfully, Stella pushed herself off the desk and circled around towards the chair, but picked it up and brought it around so she was sitting right in front of Jack.\n\n\"What did you want to talk to me about, boss?\"\n\nJack gulped, struggling to keep his gaze on Stella's eyes and not the heaping mounds of breasts trying to escape the neckline of her dress. \"You've been at the company for about 3 months now, so I called this meeting as a sort of touchpoint. I want all my employees to be happy here and the best way I've found to do that is to get in touch with them, one on one.\"\n\n\"Absolutely, sir.\" Stella nodded in complete agreement and reached out to grasp Jack's hand. \"You can touch me whenever you want.\" She lifted his hand to her breast, and held it there. Jack knew he should pull away, but the warmth from her skin and the feeling of the bubbly, bouncing mound overflowing his palm was a temptation too strong to resist.\n\nHis voice was a little strangled when he responded. \"I want my employees to feel comfortable revealing any concerns or ideas that you have.\"\n\n\"Oh! You want me to reveal more? I can definitely do that!\" Before Jack could stop her, Stella had wriggled her dress both up and down. She was now sitting practically naked in his office chair, with her dress a mere strip of fabric around her waist. He *should* protest, but his hand was now grasping her naked breast and he could not stop himself from indulging in a few hearty squeezes.\n\nStella moaned softly. \"Do you like my big boobies? My old company paid for me to get them, because my boss said they made me a better **sex**cretary. And now you get the benefit!\"\n\nJack was powerless to stop his other hand from rising to Stella's other breast, so he was cupping them in both hands. Her nipples were like erasers and when he pinched them between his fingers she let out another soft moan. \"We should.... we should talk about your work. Are you satisfied with the tasks you've been assigned so far? Is there anything about the job that you're frustrated with?\" He shifted in his chair, trying to relieve some of the ache in his groin.\n\nStella leaned forward so that she could rub her palm over the bulge in Jack's pants, which pressed her tits more firmly into Jack's hands. \"There's a couple of **jobs** that I could do for you to help ease your frustration. I really really want to make sure you're satisfied with my performance.\" She smiled up at him. \"Do you prefer handjobs, blowjobs, titjobs, or do you want to just fuck me?\"\n\nJack's tongue felt heavy as he tried to stumble through a denial, but Stella didn't give him a chance before she unbuttoned his pants, her manicured hand stroking his length, taking him instantly from half-hard to rock solid. He wasn't sure exactly when he'd lost the battle to remain professional, but he had to admit it was probably sometime around when Stella had walked into his office. Still, he should at least try. \"I know there are elements of this job that are hard. And mistakes are inevitable. But I want my employees to own up to their mistakes and get things off their chest. No one succeeds by keeping secrets.\"\n\n\"You want me to get you off with my chest? Yes, sir, boss!\" Stella grinned eagerly and slid down to kneel between Jack's legs again. But this time she wrapped her big tits around his cock and began bouncing them up and down. She used her hands to squeeze them against his shaft, creating a tight pleasure valley for his cock. \"I don't mind hard work. In fact, I was the person my boss called on for really dirty, messy, hands-on jobs. I can take a real tough pounding, sir\", Stella explained eagerly.\n\nAs she slid her tits down, she opened her mouth and sucked the tip of his cock between her lips. The sudden warmth and wetness was too much for Jack, and he thrust his hips up, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. *Damn, she felt fucking fantastic.* He did that a few more times, relishing in the sensations. On the last thrust, she moaned around his cock and he looked down to see that she had one hand between her legs.\n\nAt the sight of her getting herself off, all of Jack's hesitation disappeared. \"Stand up, Stella. And bend over my desk.\"\n\nShe followed his instructions without hesitation and he was once more faced with her bare pussy. He stood up from his chair and stepped behind her. He ran one finger up and down her slit, then found her little nub and began rubbing circles around it. \"I want my employees to be excited about working here at the company. Are you excited, Stella?\"\n\nHer breath came in little panting moans as she sighed, \"Yes, sir. I'm very, ooooooh, very excited.\"\n\nJack continued rubbing Stella's clit with one finger as he pulled down his pants and boxers. He replaced his finger with the tip of his cock, bumping it against her throbbing clit. \"And are you feeling fulfilled in your role here?\"\n\nStella tried to rock her hips backwards, but he held her in place. \"Oh yes, sir! Please fill me!\"\n\n\"Very well, Stella.\" Jack plunged his cock into her pussy, groaning as he felt her tight, warm inner walls clamping down on his cock. He slid back and then began thrusting into her faster, his hips slapping against her ass. \"It's important that we find ways to allow you to stretch your skills. I don't want you to feel empty.\" He pounded into her even deeper. \"But you need to be proactive in finding ways to serve me, and your other coworkers. You should always be eager to attend to our needs. Do you understand?\"\n\n\"Unghhhh! Y-yes, sir! I want to be used by you-oooOOooOoooh!\" Her voice trembled on every thrust of his body against hers. Jack thrust harder, enjoying the way her ass bounced and jiggled when he slammed into her. He could only imagine how much her tits would bounce, if they weren't pressed hard against his wooden desk. He'd make sure he fucked her face up next time.\n\nWith all the pent-up arousal from the beginning of their meeting, Jack knew he wouldn't last long. \"Use your fingers to come for me, Stella. It's important that you always show your appreciation for your work at the company.\"\n\nEver obedient, Stella's hand dove between her thighs. Jack could feel her fingers bumping against his cock as he slid it in and out of her. Her moans echoed through his office, mixing with his own grunts and groans as he neared completion. When he felt Stella's pussy begin to quiver around him, he gave one more hard slam into her wet heat and came with a mighty roar, pumping his cum deep within her.\n\nAfter he finished, he sat back down in his chair, pulling his pants up. He looked down at the used slut still draped, panting and sighing, on his desk as cum leaked out of her pussy. She was completely nude, other than a bunched up dress around her waist, and her spiky high heels.\n\n\"Well, I think that was a very productive meeting, Stella. I see a bright future for you here, so I think you deserve a promotion. From this point forward, your title will be \"Office **Sex**cretary\". And we should plan to meet for con**slut**ations at least once a week, probably more. In fact, I think you should dress for a con**slut**ation every day. How does that sound?\"\n\n\"It sounds like the perfect job for me!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Shhhhh. If those wolf girls find us they’ll do all kinds of awful things. Pin is down and kiss is, call us special. They may even *gulp* hold our hands
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"content": "\"Shhhh.\" Marvin figeted with his shot gun. The entire village was deathly silent and even from his window he could see the shapes of humanoid figured sniffing the air. \n\n\"Marvin. Got any silver bullets?\" Frank said. \n\n\"Who the hell has money to spend on silver bullets in this town. I wouldn't have moved here if I knew you had fucking monsters in town.\" Marvin hissed back. \n\n\"Well if they catch you then it's game over. They-\" Frank was cut off by a knock at the door. \n\n\"I can smell you! It's two of you in there. One is-\" The sound of sniffing reached through the door. \"Frank! Hey buddy, can you send your friend out? I can tell he is new.\"\n\nMarvin clicked his teeth, \"Why does the monster know you?\"\n\nFrank shrugged, \"They show up once a month.\" \n\nMarvin nearly dropped his gun, \"How the hell does a town of one thousand survive monthly werewolf attacks.\"\n\nThe knocking stopped and a giggled echoed from the door, \"We haven't killed anyone in this town. Why don't you open the door and step out. I'll let you meet the pack?\"\n\nMarvin aimed his gun at the door and fired. The buck shot flew through the door and launched the figure into the yard. Marvin wasted no time in pushing a dresser against the door. He darted up the stairs and peered down at the yard. The figure got up off the ground and dusted herself off. She walked away from the yard with a huff. \n\nMarvin heart froze as the woman ran toward his house and leapt with enough strength to crash through his upstairs window. He raised an arm to prevent the glass from getting in his eyes. The woman snatched the gun from him and unloaded it in a single smooth motion. \n\n\"Nice shot fella.\" She said with her eyes shimmering in the low moonlight. \n\n\"Well shit.\" Marvin said backing up. \n\nShe looked down at the gun then at the hole in her shirt. \"Remington's are just built different. I'm just glad I didn't heal with the pellets inside of me. Clean out my back and into the street.\"\n\n\"So what happens now?\" Marvin said through clenched teeth. \n\n\"Well I could take you back to the den and play with you a bit since you broke the rules. We aren't violent if you aren't and we don't damage a place if you don't damage us. Blowing a hole in me means that I get to flex my powers a bit.\" She held out a hand, \"The name is Sue. What is your name, Mr Action hero?\"\n\n\"Marvin.\" He said flicking on the lights. He quickly wish he hadn't.\n\nStanding before him was not a werewolf but a wolf monster girl. Seven foot tall and built like a amazonian goddess, long black and brown fur covered her arms and legs and the torn remnants of an AC/DC shirt clung to her chest with a set of daisy duke shorts. A mouth full of sharp teeth and bright golden eyes gazed down at him. She smelled of forest pine and freshly cooked meat. \n\nThis was far more dangerous than any werewolf. She stepped closer and he reached for his sidearm. A Bretta 9mm, he pointed it at her on reflex.\n\nShe titled her head, \"Are you some kinda gun nut? I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna claim you as mine. Would you rather take on one monster girl or nine and a Matron?\"\n\n\"Your kind kidnaps men and changes them into sexual deviants.\" He managed.\n\n\"Depends on the monster girl. Us weretypes kinda suck at changing our men. When I change you, you'll get a little hairier, a bit stronger and a lot hornier. You'll smell me from across the county and know when I'm looking for you.\" She grinned and placed a clawed hand on his shoulder. \"You could shoot me and then I'll drag you outside and let the whole pack have you. I should mention there are a few monster guys out there that play for the same team.\"\n\nMarvin thought for a moment about his chances against the pack and holstered his gun. \"Not like I got silver bullets anyway.\" \n\nHe sat down on his bed and scowled, \"Doesn't sound like a bad deal for the towns folk. So why is everyone hiding from you pack?\" \n\nSue grinned and winked, \"Because they are married. This is a traditional kinda place so they don't want to ruin their sanctified union. The single guys and gals leave their doors unlocked.\"\n\n\"So... That's why you don't attack the town and just take what you want?\" Marvin asked even as Sue slowly undressed him.\n\n\"Hey! Not every monster girl is a goblin or ogre. We do have a bit of class and charm. I mean if you didn't shoot me in the chest and ruin my shirt I would have just moved on to the next house.\" Sue said pulling down his underwear. \"Wow. That like a porn star dick. What are you, eight inches?\"\n\nMarvin looked down at his cock and nearly laughed, \"It's average I'm probably five and a half and little bit thick.\"\n\nSue looked embarrassed and waved her hand, \"It's my first successful hunt so I haven't seen a huge amount of human dicks. I still like it.\"\n\n\"Are you a virgin?\" Marvin asked curiously.\n\n\"Nah. It's just different as a monster girl. Size is one thing but humans feel different, I knew a goblin that would get overwhelmed and cream herself if she walked in a room where a guy jerked off. It's like meth if meth gave you super powers and no negative side effects. Mind if I suck it, you'll transform either way but I'd like to make this about you. A good sire is one that has a happy follower.\" She puffed out her chest reciting basic monster girl teachings.\n\n\"Do I have a choice?\" Marvin said.\n\nSue rolled her eyes, \"I mean you do. You can say no and I'll leave. You miss out on this lovely monster girl and I get laughed at by my pack.\"\n\nMarvin grinned at her honesty and shrugged. \"Fine but if I feel teeth then I'm done.\"\n\nSue smiled and lowered her head on his shaft. Weeks of practicing on hotdogs and bananas were finally going to pay off. She felt his cock on her tongue and was surprised at how thick it was. She slowly worked her tongue over his length feeling every single inch. This was only part of her pleasure, she was a monster and one that valued scent over touch or sight. \n\nHis smell was incredible up close, it was so male and primal. She lost herself in his musk and her tail thumped against the carpet as she flicked her tongue against his tip. The salty taste of pre teased her tongue with future promises. She dove into her task with excitement. She heard his toes curl against the inside of his shoe. His gutteral growls reminded her of own kind. She teased his heavy sack with her fingers.\n\nThe silently enjoyed each other company until his legs kicked out on either side of her. She felt his balls tighten in her hands before her mouth filled with his seed. She swallowed once. She swallowed twice and then a final time as he leaned back against the mattress. She rose up to see his gaze meet hers, his formerly brown eyes now gleaming yellow. He was tainted by her and would seek her out no matter where she went. \n\n\"Next time, it's your turn to please me.\" She winked and licked her lips.\n\n\"What makes you so sure there will be a next time?\" He grinned.\n\n\"Just something in your eyes.\" She hinted before stepping to the window. \n\n\"I enjoyed that... A lot.\" Marvin admitted.\n\nShe leapt out the window and left him to his thoughts."
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"content": "1. One cop always makes sure to share his wife everytime he gets a new partner. As a team building exercise.\n\n2. As the first female gladitorial champion they expected her chose a slave to dominate thst night. They were surprised when she chose two small wine serving men to service her though.\n\n3. At first she was furious that her husband cloned himself with out consulting her, but she got over it very quickly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Pros of being able to teleport: Saving money on gas, being able to go anywhere anytime. Cons: your clothes don’t teleport with you, you randomly teleport into rooms full of the opposite gender, they are all horny….
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"content": "Worst of all, you're not even heterosexual, so explaining to a sorority of half-naked horny college women why you won't Fuck them is... Frustrating.\n\nIt all started in the little pawn-shop on the corner of 5th And Main when you bought this weird glowing pink ring for your then-boyfriend...\n\n\"Careful with it now, my child.\" The elderly pawn-broker who claimed that she was 'An Old Roma Witch' said. \"It will bind to the first person to put it on and awaken thier magic, but it doesn't teach them how to control that magical power, you need training for that.\" \n\n\"My boyfriend doesn't have a magic bone in his body except for the one between his legs, and he doesn't need any training to understand what he does with that, being as good as he is.\" \n\n\"Still, you might be surprised, take my card, young man, if he proves more magical than you expected, have him call me, and I can get him a tutor.\" \n\n\"Okay, sure thing!\" You said as you bounced out the door, card between your fingers, and headed to the bus stop. \n\nCutting through this one alley you had used a million times before in the northwest quarter of town you noticed that something wasn't right, there was a certain ominous silence to the alley which it normally didn't have, and you started fingering the box with the ring nervously. You know now that you should've turned back the moment you noticed, but habit carried you forward towards home...\n\nThey literally melted out of the shadows of the alley, the shadows suddenly flowed like melted wax and formed a dozen burley thugs with axes 🪓 and swords ⚔️ and one of them had a sword 🗡️ that burned with ice-blue flame 🔥 which made everything around it darker, not brighter...\n\n\"You're carrying something that you have no business owning.\" The leader said in a crispy hiss. \n\nYou don't even remember putting on the ring, not consciously, anyway, but one second you were in the alley, and the next you were in the middle of the gape-hazing of the new pledges at Sigma-Epsilon-Xi clear across town...\n\n(Will continue if popular.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Jessie decided to go to hypnotherapy to help with stress, too bad she didn't read the reviews...
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"content": "Jessie didn't mean to be a slut. At least, she didn't mean to be a slut consciously. Nonetheless, ever since she'd tried hypnotherapy to keep up her motivation to exercise, she found herself unable to dress in anything but the sexiest clothing she could find. Even now, she stood in front of her mirror, looking down at her exposed bra, her large breasts perfectly cupped and framed within her open shirt, and she struggled to will her hands to button her top. She buttoned the bottom button, and then the next, and once her breasts were perfectly framed, she just couldn't bring herself to close her shirt any further. She sighed, even as she could feel a strange arousal welling up inside of her.\n\nOver the past few days, she'd felt compelled to grant people whatever sexual favors they asked of her. Her best friend had come over for some gaming, and, when he remarked on how sexy she was looking, she smiled and giggled despite herself. Apparently, she licked her lips in such a way that he interpreted it as an innuendo, and when he asked her if he'd ever get a chance at her plush lips, she found herself thoughtlessly offering him a blowjob, the words coming out of her mouth before her conscious mind even realized she was speaking.\n\nShe'd cheerfully knelt between his legs and opened his pants, much his astonishment, and soon she had his cock in her mouth. She had to admit, it tasted better than she expected, and she felt undeniably hungry for it. At the same time, she felt her own left hand snaking its way down into her panties, even has her right firmly grasped his dick and started to stroke. She parted her lips and took him in, sucking contentedly and licking at his head. She bobbed in his lap for minutes, and when she could feel him starting to tense up, brought the head of his cock to rest on her tongue, swirling her tongue around it and gently kissing him with her lips, being sure to work the underside with her tongue as well.\n\nHe came buckets, and she continued to stroke him with her hand, jacking him off into her mouth. Her left hand had been steadily rubbing and massaging her clit, and she had been just on the edge of an orgasm before he erupted. Something about the taste of His come set her off, and she climaxed more intensely than she could remember, the peaks and fireworks of her orgasm seeming to strike and explode anew with each spurt of seed into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, moaning as she milked him, and she took her time savoring the flavor of his release. Even as her conscious mind was reeling from what just happened, she found her body contentedly licking him clean, gently kissing his cock before her hands tucked it back into his pants on autopilot. She stood up, and she sat down next to him on the couch, her soft, heavy breasts bouncing in her tank top.\n\nShe found his gaze drawn to her chest, and one of her hands automatically sneaked around behind her, grabbing his hand and bringing it back to her chest. She guided him in fondling her large, luscious breast, and she could feel the arousal welling up inside of her again.\n\nHe groped her substantial bust as she squirmed under his caresses. She thought about saying something about this strange situation, but she couldn't bring herself to, and instead she just picked up the controller and started to play. Her breasts were more sensitive than usual, and he massaged her to at least two orgasms as she played. She found the situation strange, but again her body seems to be on autopilot, and whenever she tried to say anything about it, only words of encouragement would come out. She couldn't deny that she was enjoying herself.\n\nShe fucked her friend at least twice that evening, bending over the couch for him as he railed her, and letting him come deep inside her pussy. It was the best sex she'd ever had. The next night she had multiple friends over, and it had turned into a gangbang.\n\nJessie was a slut now. She was happily servicing her friends and acquaintances, her body always ready, her libido seeming to control her as if by autopilot. She was willfully going along with it at this point, unable to deny the pleasure and actually having a bit of fun with the ease with which she had become a gaming succubus. She wasn't surprised when, as she went to buy clothes online, her body seems to order even more heels, more skimpy tops, more tiny skirts that would show off her long legs. A smile crossed her lips as she looked at it all, and she could feel her pussy tingling. As if obeying her own request for sexual release, she started to masturbate right then and there, her hands finding her nipple and her clit, skillfully massaging her towards a new peak of pleasure.\n\nIf Jessie had read the reviews for the The hypnotherapist, none of this would have happened. She was glad that she didn't!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her BFF talked her into taking some gene mod pills together to party over vacation, making her bustier and hornier. Neither of them realized that the changes were permanent!
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"content": "To say that Emily was content would be the understatement of the century. As she closed her eyes and leaned back in the airplane seat, she was the most well fucked she had ever been in her life. Two weeks in the Caribbean. Two weeks of the best dick and hottest sex of her life. Her friend, Katie, had been right. Those pills had been a great idea. \n\nEmily adjusted her shoulders and neck into the contours of the airplane seat, even the airplane seat felt comfortable. She was wearing baggy sweats and a hoodie. Nothing else. Nothing else fit. After Katie and her had taken the pills on the first day of vacation, they had worn virtually nothing except for the bikinis they purchased especially for the vacation for the two whole weeks. Those bikinis, considered \"inappropriate\" for an airplane were stuffed in a small carryon over Emily's head.\n\n\"Wow... mergers and acquisitions...sounds important..\" Emily heard Katie's flirtatious voice in the seat next to her. Emily on the aisle seat. Katie in the middle. A distinguished looking business man in his early forties with slightly greying hair and stepped over them to take the window seat. Emily smiled to herself. It seems like the libido from Katie's gene pill hadn't worn off yet. \n\nEmily opened her eyes and glanced to the side. Katie had purchased one more peice of clothing for their journey home. A simple, white tank top. Emily glanced as her blonde friend's flirted with the business man next to her, perky tits almost spilling, braless, out of the small piece of white fabric. Emily's smile widened and she closed her eyes again. \"Yeah, I suppose it is important.\" A male voice said softly from two seats away from Emily. Emily yawn and fell asleep as the plane was taking off.\n\nShe opened her eyes a few hours later. As they blinked open, she could hear Katie's soft whispers next to her. And a man's deep, even quieter replies. She glanced to her left and saw Katie's hand tracing what looked to be a rather hard bulge in the man's slacks. Emily smirked. \"Take it out Kat.\" She whispered to her friend. \n\nThe man looked shocked at the other woman noticing. He sat frozen in his seat at Katie's fingers danced up to his belt. \"Let's see if I can aquire some sticky sweetness here...\" Katie's soft voice cooed in a soft whisper that Emily could barely hear as her friend leans over to the business man, tits almost falling out as she did so. \n\n*Zippp*. Emily watched as her friend tugged at slacks and boxers for a second until a rock hard, rather average, cock sprung free in the recycled airplane air. \"Mmm..\" Katie's whisper just barely reached Emily's ear as her blonde head descened onto the man's lap. Emily looked around, up and down the plane. No flight attendant in sight as Katie got to work. It didn't take long. A minute later, blonde hair was rising again beside Emily and Katie was licking her lips. \"Do I taste pineapple?\" She said a little louder. The man blushed. \"Ughh.\" He grunted a confused response. \"Don't worry boss man.\" Katie patted his thigh as he buttoned up. \"It all tastes good to me.\" Emily smiled and closed her eyes again, only to wake as the airplane touched down on the run way. \n\nAs the two BFFs wound their way through the airport, Emily found her eyes following every remotely good looking guy she say, and some of the women as well. She found herself imagining them naked. Imagining the guys pinning her against the nearest wall, and the ladies softly snuggled between her legs. \"Katie,\" she whispered to her friend. \"How long are these pills supposed to last again?\"\n\n\"Two weeks!\" She said cheerily as she winked at a young man in a sports coat. \n\n\"Okay...\" Emily said nervously, glancing down at the thick sweater concealing her chest. \n\n---\n\nOne week later... It was lucky Emily was working from home for now. And she hadn't had to have any zoom calls, because the changes hadn't gone away. Her hips were still wide, her ass was still thick, and her tits were still huge. None of her clothes fit and she had been walking around her house stark naked for the last seven days. Not to mention, she couldn't take her eyes off the college hunk who lived next door and was home for the summer. Why did he have to hang out shirtless in his backyard so much, and why did he have to have so many perfect abs. \n\nThe next morning brought no other changes. In frustration, Emily called up her best friend. \"Katie. Come over. We need to talk.\"\n\n[to be continued...]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One by one, girls are getting addicted to their friend's white chocolate flavored cum...
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"content": "The bathroom door squeaked open, the sound of footsteps followed. I peeked through the gap in the stall door, Layne and Melissa.\n\n“I can’t believe it actually tasted like white chocolate. I thought you all were lying,” Layne said, checking her face in the mirror.\n\nMelissa was laughing, “I know right? When Fifi told me I thought maybe it would like remind me of it, but no, it’s like straight up white chocolate.” What were they talking about?\n\n“Is it bad that I already want more?” Layne asked.\n\n“Maybe a bit, I can still smell it on your breath after all.”\n\nAchoo! I sneezed, the two girls turning to look at my stall. “Is someone in there?” Layne called out.\n\nFreak! Why now? “Yes, I um,” I started stumbling for the words, as I stood up to exit the stall, “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, I just, what exactly were you talking about?”\n\n“Faheema, it’s just well,” Melissa trailed off. Layne whispered in her ear, the both of them glancing over at me, before whispering more.\n\n“It’s fine, you don’t have to tell me,” I said, slightly hurt about being left out of whatever the secret was. I started washing my hands, trying to get out of there before they make it worse.\n\n“Sorry, Faheema it’s just kind of naughty and you’re well, kind of a prude,” Layne blurted as I turned off the water. A prude? I mean, I hadn’t but it’s not like I’m against, and I’d looked at a dirty site… that one time.\n\n“It’s fine really,” I said, drying my hands. Their looks hurt, we’re friends but evidently not as close as I thought.\n\nI made my way to the door. Before the door squeaks, I just managed to hear Layne say in a hushed tone, “I might see if Caspian is ready for round 2 after school.”\n\n“No chance, Fifi—“ Melissa started before the door closed behind me.\n\nCaspian? He’ll tell me what this is all about. For my entire life, he’s been my neighbor and more importantly my best friend… Which just makes it all the more worrying that he hasn’t already told me. No, I’m sure he had his reasons.\n\nThroughout the rest of the school day, I was distracted my mind raced with any possibility. Maybe it was my naiveté but I couldn’t quite put all the clues together. It all made me wonder if Layne and Melissa were right, maybe I don’t want to know? Ugh, I wished I had a class with him in the afternoon, instead I just had to wait till after school. I’d drafted a message several times, but with the potentially sensitive subject matter, I figured it would be best to ask in person… Or maybe I was still just afraid of knowing.\n\nThe final bell rung, I had already planned it all out. Caspian had been staying late to work on the sets for the upcoming play, so I can just find him there instead of heading straight home. “Hey, Cass. It’s just Mel and Layne mentioned this… No. Um, so I heard a rumor. Or wait, how about… So Cass, I was just wondering— Ugh,” I mumbled to myself as I made my way to the auditorium.\n\nI glanced over the people on stage, running lines or painting the backdrop. It made me feel a little guilty that I didn’t stay more often, but I had responsibilities at home. No sign of Caspian, maybe he’s backstage.\n\nI could just make out his voice, but where was it coming from? Oh, the storage room. “Please give it to me,” Fifi’s voice came from the back corner.\n\nI rounded the rack of costumes, “Aaah!” I squealed when I saw it. Fifi knelt in front of Caspian, her mouth on his… his… his well you know, his thingie.\n\n“Faheema!” Fifi shrieked back, turning towards me.\n\n“I can’t hold it,” Caspian moaned. I stared in shock as his thingie shot… his eeek… across her face. She reacted quickly putting his thingie back in her mouth. “Faheema, what are you doing here?” Caspian asked while pulling up his pants.\n\n“I I I was just,” I took a deep breath, “Mel-and-Layne-were-talking-earlier-and-I-over-heard-but-then-they-wouldn’t-tell-me-but-they-mentioned-you-and-white-chocolate?” It all came spilling out, my nerves threw out any prep that I had managed to put together.\n\nFifi was still on the ground, her eyes closed and a huge smile on her face. “Woah, calm down. Look Faheema, it’s just,” he was having a hard time looking at me, “I would’ve told you. It’s just you’ve never been the best about the sex stuff.”\n\n“Ugh, that’s not fair. I’m not a… a prude,” I told him, not entirely sure it’s what I wanted. But it hurt knowing that even Caspian saw me that way.\n\n“Fine. You’re right, I should’ve told you. So you remember when I got sick a few weeks ago?” he said.\n\n“Yeah.”\n\n“Well, ever since then my cum’s tasted like white chocolate.”\n\n“What!? That can’t be true,” I said.\n\n“No, really. I didn’t believe it either when Stacy told me, but—“\n\n“If you didn’t want to tell me, you could’ve just said so. You don’t need to be mean and lie about it,” I said, deflecting my discomfort. Even if I kind of believed him, it did line up with all the clues Layne and Melissa accidentally provided. But it can’t be true, right? I’ve never tasted… *gulp*… cum, but from what I understand it doesn’t taste like white chocolate."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a college student finds herself finally able to explore her sexuality away from her conservative home, she finds herself disappointed in her inability to pleasure herself. Some pills claim to be able to help, but soon she gets more than she bargained for as her body begins to change.
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"content": "author's note: (spoiler) >!I read this as a potential FTM story. There aren't many that focus on women becoming men. The \"Increase Female Pleasure\" was directed at Men, not women. !<This take isn't what OP intended. FTM transformation.\n\n\"Nothing,\" Jiya spat out sitting after parking her car in the University's parking garage. She pulled the shiny purple package with the bold lettering of \"Female Pleasure\" on it from her purse. The tube took both of her hands to twist the top free before two more pills fell into her palm. She swallowed them dry before walking down the street and around the corner to her dormitory. The building was built in the 1920s before the great crash and trimmed in the rounded hard art deco lines. It did at least have a modern elevator that was comfortably out of place with the rest of the decor, reliably comfortable to all the residents.\n\nThe doors opened to the community room on her floor where she saw him sitting on a couch watching 'Family Guy'. His eyes squinting, reddened, and infected with his giggly laugh. She took the chair on the other side of an end table from him; it was the closest she dared to get to him. There was an undercurrent of sensual musk whofting in the air around him that she felt like should have sparked her primal desires, yet nothing. It was an intellectual want, not a primal one; she wanted to feel that animistic primal need to have his cock inside her. Her hand was in her purse pulling out the tube of pills again. She faked a yawn and dry swallowed another set.\n\nShe took the rest, all 44, in the bottle before retiring into her bed. Her dreams were weird. There was a pressure in her groin her dream mind interpreted as a closed fist sized mound. The women she passed by in her dream were fascinated, always staring at her crotch. One woman in her dream state bumped into her, intentionally, grabbed Jiya's crotch while biting her lower lip at her. The pressure she felt in her crotch grew uncomfortable that no shifting of hips would relieve. Her dream hand snaked down the front of her skirt, inside her pantyhose and panties, to reposition, What! She woke up remembering that she readjusted her cock.\n\nHer morning routine was simple, roll out of bed, grab her shower bucket, towel and slip into her thongs. The bucket had all she needed in the shower, razor, soaps, and oral hygiene products. Her alarm hadn't even gone off yet. Her eyes were still fogged with sleep as she stepped into the shower's foyer to undress. It took several blinks to see why her panties were hung up, unable to just slip down. Her rock hard cock was standing up twisted in the leg band of the small bit of cloth she called panties. \"What the fuck,\" she whispered between painful pulses of the cock. \n\nHer finger tips teased the foreskin down off the shapely head. She moaned from the pleasurable sensation even as her knees began to buckle. The tender soft teases developed into to a strangle hold that was jiggling up and down. There wasn't anything else in her world than the new sensations of her cock. Her body went ridged without notice and her cock began pulsing, shooting, erupting in spurts of cum. She tried to keep her eyes open to watch, but they refused. \n\nThe shower was normal, that is until she touched her cock again with her soapy hand. The soft pliable tissue felt so weird as it gave her the impulse to just keep stroking it. The head was too sensitive for direct touching for some reason whereas the shaft felt neat getting stroked. The shower's hot water was cascading down her spine she had to avoid turning to keep from rinsing the soap away. Her mind wondered into a fantasy of what it would feel like fucking her pussy, or any pussy. The second orgasm felt similar but the ejecta was far less in quantity. \n\nToweling off gave her another stiffy she struggled to ignore. Her panties dropped into the bucket then she shrugged her hips into the pj bottoms with her new balls catching the waistband. The head poked out over the band even when she tugged them firmly against her balls. \"Fuck,\" she pulled the top over her head and felt a bit of relief as that hem fell over and hid the offending, obstinate part of her.\n\nWalking back to her room a guy brushed against her shoulder. She turned quickly and pushed his back hard with both hands. The bucket dropped to the ground with a clatter bringing her back into the moment. Her heart was racing. \"What!\" She called out to the guy.\n\n\"What the fuck Jiya?\"\n\n\"Watch where you're going.\" Her words were short and clipped.\n\nThe guy shrugged, \"Some one got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.\"\n\n\"Fuck Off! No,\" she shouted, \"Come Back here Fucker!\" her fists were clinched at her sides. She took a step towards him and was pulled into newly opened doorway. Janice was on the fluffy scale, so there wasn't any resisting her pull.\n\n\"What's going on with you?\"\n\nJiya growled. Her eyes grew wider with desire staring at Janice's large chest that her sports bra was straining to contain. Jiya didn't think abut it, just leaned in and kissed her using her tongue to probe her closed lips until they opened to her. Jiya wrapped her arms around the big girl pulling her into her grinding hips, pressing her hard-on into her belly. She walked her backwards so they'd fall on to her bed where the full on dry humping began. The girl's soft pleas of stop, no, quit fell on her deaf ears. There wasn't anything else in the world except getting her cock wet. Her hand slid the waist band down her cock, and free off her ass before she used it to move the woman's panties off to the side out of the way. \n\nShe skooched her body down a bit before leveraging forward with the tip of her cock touched the warm heat of her neither lips. Jiya gasped with surprise sensations. The girls locked eyes with Janice looking up, pleading. 'Pleading what' Jiya barely registered it, but took it to mean, 'fuck me now'. She pushed forward, inward until there was a lot of pressure like her cock was bend. Again, she pulled back and pushed forward while kissing Janice's ear lobe. \n\n\"Stop, no, quit,\" Janice said softly, \"Fine, slow, go slower.\"\n\nThe heat of her pussy her cock head felt drove her onward in her own hurried pace. She was pushing hard, dragging her partner's lips inside with her effort before pulling out. The more successful she was going in then the less she was willing to take direction. This was all about her cock for her and damn what her partner felt. They worked to her pace, forcing Janice's body to catch up to her heat and furry. Janice reacted to the fucking she was getting, knowing that this had nothing to do with love or tenderness.\n\nJanice whispered, \"fuck me stud,\" her go to phrase to get the guy off. The moment stretched out with Jiya's extended stamina. \"Oh Fuck Me, Harder, Yes,\" Janice squealed as her own desires kicked in. The two of them were oblivious to the noise of their bodies slamming into each other, or from the sloppy wet kisses between them. \n\nJanice's roommate on the other hand was well aware of the noises coming from the other side of the small room. Neither of them were aware of her sitting sideways on the bed, panties on the floor, with her hands between her tights as she stared at the morning show. The low mewling sounds from Janice were being echoed by Brittany with Jiya's low grunting setting the cadence. Janice kicked off first followed closely by Brittany with screams of pleasure. Jiya's hips locked forcefully against Janice as her cock pulsed.\n\n\"Holy fuck, did you just cum inside me?\"\n\nThe crowd at the door erupted in to clapping and yelling cheers. Brittany dove under her covers while Janice commanded, \"Show's over go away.\" The boys at the door kept up the jeering congratulations, then Jiya lifted her body up, turned to face them while still buried inside Janice when the room went silent in space of a heart beat. \n\nSomeone in the hall said, \"Damn, didn't know you were all lesbians!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Desiring to learn a bit of magic, an elven fighter has her affinities checked. Much to her embarrassment, not only is she better suited to be a bard, but specifically an enchanted dancer... The costume that comes with her class change is... "Exotic"
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"content": "\"The lorekeepers said that I have high charisma and an innate sense of rhythm, which would make [Bard] magic effective. Combined with my high physical stats, [Dancer] would be best. It sounds a little silly, but later on I could even upgrade it to things like [Dervish] or [Shadow Dancer], which would give me some really good combat potential.\"\n\n\"Cool. Did they have any starting gear recommendations?\" Her friend Anita asked.\n\n\"That was another big surprise, actually. They said that they had some of the enchanted gear used by Sheena the Vixen, a legendary [Exotic Dancer]. Since it's so rare for people to take this class, they said they'd pass it on to me.\" Elise held up a small bag. \"She also had some sort of enchanted pole weapon, but that was lost to history.\"\n\nShe opened the bag, unfolded the clothing, and shook it out in front of her.\n\n\"It's kinda small, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Is this just the top of it? Did they forget to give me a piece?\"\n\nAnita's eyes flashed green briefly as she used an identification skill. \"No, that's definitely a complete piece of enchanted gear. So heavily enchanted you probably can't wear anything else with it.\"\n\nAnita was a [Diviner]. While she knew enough combat magic to carry her weight, her true value was out of combat. She could locate enchanted loot - and spot any curses hidden on it - better than anyone Elise had met.\n\n\"Well, go on, equip it. I want to see!\"\n\nElise looked at the fabric and grimaced. Sure, it wasn't anything strange for an adventurer to immediately put on some new gear, and the halls of the Great Tree were fairly quiet at this hour, but still!\n\n\"Come on. If that's your new adventuring gear, you'll have to get used to wearing it around town.\"\n\nElise ducked into an alcove and pulled off her chainmail, stowing it in her inventory. After a few tries, she figured out how the costume was supposed to go on. The thin strips of silver fabric went around her neck, crisscrossed over her breasts, and zigzagged down her body before letting the remaining fabric hang down around her waist. Other bits of gauzy fabric hung loosely around her, trailing behind whenever she moved. A few small gold clasps kept the whole ensemble in place. It felt less like clothing and more like she was wrapped up in ribbons.\n\n*Equipped the [Costume of the Dream Lover]*\n\n*Greatly increases Dexterity*\n\n*Greatly increases Charisma*\n\n*Passive skill: Endless Stamina*\n\n*Activated skill: Hypnotic Body*\n\n\"I might as well be naked in this.\" The former warrior seemed to shrink in on herself, trying to cover as much of her body with her hands as possible.\n\n\"But look at those stats! It even has bound skill enchantments. What do they do?\"\n\nAnita put on her best cheerful smile. \"Come on, just try it once?\"\n\nElise gathered her courage and stood up straight. Most item skills were fairly intuitive - simply picking up an enchanted sword would tell you how to perform a technique. The dancer's costume seemed to need a little more, though. Elise tapped her foot, pondering... and then it was obvious. Rhythm!\n\nShe began humming a song under her breath, an elvish dance from the spring festival. She bounced on the balls of her feet, feeling the familiar rhythm, and the new skill guided her steps. A bounce and a jump and a whirl and a bend and a twist...\n\n\"It's a dancing skill? It's pretty. It's really pretty. So pretty...\" Anita watched her friend dance, her eyes locked on to the other woman's body. One specific part of her body, tracking every jiggle and bounce.\n\nElise stopped her dance and stared at the diviner. Anita was still staring, mouth open slightly.\n\n\"Anita? Hello? Can you do something besides stare at my chest?\"\n\nHer friend wobbled slightly, then tipped forwards, burying her face in Elise's breasts.\n\n\"Ah! What are you doing?\" She shouted.\n\nThe mage blinked slowly a few times, and suddenly seemed to realize where she was. Anita hastily straightened up.\n\n\"Whoa! That's, uh... that's a powerful skill you've got there.\"\n\n\"I suppose it is. Some sort of AoE disabling skill? I didn't know bards could do something like that so early. It looks like it can affect teammates if I'm not careful, though.\"\n\n\"We should probably practice with it a few more times before we head out.\" Anita suggested. \"You know, just to make sure we know how it works. No other reason.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a new study claims that breast milk is the best athletic fuel, everyone on the team is assigned a personal "milkmaid"...
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"content": "Jason came nearly tumbling out of a sprint. Heaving and panting as he violently stomped is feet in an attempt to cease his movement. His peers followed suit, all passing the finish line after he did.\n\n\"Jason wins again!\" The coach yelled. Raising his hand after blowing his whistle.\n\nHe had a satisfied smile through his haggard breathing. He wiped the sweat away from his brow, hand gliding through his dirty blonde hair.\n\n\"Great job, Jason! That oughta be a new record, huh?\" A cheerful, feminine voice sauntered closer, the lips generating it equipped with an appreciated and energized grin. And a beautiful freckled face.\n\n\"Maybe... hah... hoo... shit... maybe.\" Jason gently took the towel she offered, wiping his face with it. His eyes uncovered, her peered upon the enthusiastic girl who celebrated his victory.\n\nHazel, her name, was a holstaur, a sort of bovine demi-human. Short thick horns upon windswept chestnut hair that rested over her shoulders and led into another staple feature of these creatures.\n\n\"Man, I keep forgetting to time it. But I bet it was damn impressive!\"\n\nNot as impressive as her rack. It strained against the white blouse she wore, the thing struggling to contain her assets. Tucked into her plaid skirt, Jason feared one of those classic wardrobe malfunctions, were the buttons proved too weak to restrain the beasts behind them. Jason averted his eyes, realizing he was ogling her.\n\nBut Hazel was already well aware of his gaze, and she was proud of the attention she garnered. From him, at least. In fact, the moment she discovered it, her floppy bovine ears shuddered and tail flicked softly.\n\n\"Take a break every one!\" The coach ordered, the burly minotaur man walking off with a chart in his hands.\n\nJason and Hazel were already well on their way to the bleachers, when Hazel's blushing visage gazed at Jason, still a bit weathered from training. His cheeks were red to, but whether it was from his physical exertion or being this close to Hazel, she didn't know. More likely the former.\n\n\"Shit, I think I might've over did it.\" Jason strains, rubbing his legs before plopping down on the bleachers.\n\nHazel sat next to him. Rather closely.\n\nJason noticed, trying not to stare at her and her plump thighs being fit snugly into her black thigh-highs.\n\n\"Then take a rest. You need it.\" She patted her lap.\n\nJason looked on, confused. \"Huh?\"\n\n\"Rest your head in my lap, dummy!\" She pouted, red faced. Can't believe she had to spell it out for him!\n\n\"O-oh, okay. Pardon me.\" He slowly declined his cranium upon her plush thighs. Fuck, this was embarrassing. But holy shit, was it comfy. He looked up to see the smiling face of a nurturing, matronly Hazel. Oh, and the underside of her huge knockers, too.\n\n\"How is it?\"\n\n\"Kind of an awkward question.\" He grimaced.\n\n\"Not a fan?\" She tilted her head.\n\n\"I didn't say that.\" He smirked\n\nHe felt even more conscious when she began gingerly patting his head. There were the holstaur's heightened nurturing instincts. Even as young and typically tomboyish Hazel was, from this angle, Jason could only see the gorgeous, caring visage of a woman.\n\n\"Ya know... I read this study...\"\n\n \"Uh oh...\"\n\n\"Hush, boy, or I'll smother you.\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am.\"\n\n\"As I was saying... I've heard of a really good pick-me-up after an intense work out... says that it'll power you right back up even if you're nearly out cold.\"\n\n\"What, like steroids?\"\n\n\"Mmm... its more like a drink.\"\n\n\"Probably another sugar-stacked energy drink.\"\n\n\"Nooo... its all natural.\" She grinned, unbuttoing her blouse to reveal a large black lace bra.\n\n\"Oh.... ooooooh.\" His eyes went wide. He could almost see her nipples.\n\n\"I happen to have some of it... wanna try?\"\n\n\"... sure.\" He shrugged.\n\nThe duo relocated, entering one of the university's mobile classrooms. The a/c was on, which was convenient. And thankfully not too noisy.\n\nHazel declothed, setting her blouse and letterman to the side. Only that risqué, thin lace bra obscuring her tits.\n\nShe was daring before, but now that she was nearly exposed and offering herself to Jason, her nerves started to creep in and make her a bashful specimen.\n\n\"Hazel... if you're uncomfortable, we don't have to...\"\n\nBashful, but not regretful.\n\n\"Nah, its fine. If its for you... I don't mind.\"\n\nJason nodded. He gingerly pulled down her bra as she released the clasp holding it.\n\nThere they were. Her breasts. Two great big pillows bursting with milk, as some was already leaking out.\n\n\"Ah... clever girl.\"\n\n\"I don't know what you mean.\" She whistled, head and gaze averted.\n\n\"You're good at multitasking.\"\n\nJason groped her mounds with sturdy, agile hands. His lighty calloused hands pressing against the soft, pale flesh of a woman. He caught her nipples in between his fingers, squeezing them slightly, forcing milk to escape. He planted his tongue on her nub, drinking in the elixir she produced.\n\nHazel was already lost in ecstasy. Head back, toes curling, hands gripping the teacher's desk she sat on. Milking a holstaur wasn't just a method to produce, it was a sensual experience. The pleasure receptors in their breasts much more concentrated and numerous than a normal human's.\n\n\"You're not gonna cum just from this, are you?\" He smirked, her reactions motivating his continued ministrations.\n\n\"Maybe...!\" She gripped his arm, desperate for something stable to hold on to. She was moaning loudly, not even attempting to hide her jubilation. \"I... just might... ahn!\"\n\nJason was determined to turn those 'mights' and 'maybes' into a 'most definitely.' He leaned forward and planted a kiss on Hazel's lips. It surprised her, but it was a pleasant surprise, as she responded by wrapping her arms over his shoulders and voluntarily darting her tongue out to meet his.\n\nShe was now lying atop the desk, on her back while Jason was leaning over, hands wildly groping and kneading her tits. Ther erection in his sports track suit grinding against her wet cunt, the fabric of his pants and her panties only allowing the sensation of heat and weight to be felt between them. But even that was enough.\n\nHazel shuddered, groaning into their kiss as she reached her orgasm. Even without his cock insider her, she wrapped her legs around his hips and clamped down on him. Her fluids stained thr fabric of her underwear and leaked beyond.\n\nJason drew off slowly, moving hands to the table and gently hovering above Hazel, who was sweating... blushing... panting... smiling.\n\n\"Damn, you were right. That's some quality stuff.\" He wiped his lips, appreciating the taste as he took another slurp from her teats.\n\n\"Now... haa... its your turn....\" She said, as she dug a hand into her panties and slid the thin article down her legs, revealing her sopping wet, glistening moist cunt.\n\n\"My turn to...?\" He knew what she was insinuating, but he just wanted to hear her say it.\n\n\"Your turn to... quench my thirst.\" \n\n=====\n\nTo be continued..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When her ex suddenly dumped her, she set out the basket of handmade chocolates she was going to give him as snacks for the singles Valentine's Day party. She forgot about the sex coupons that were also in the basket...
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"content": "1/2\n\n“Hey Little Pea.” \n\nTia looked up and laughed to see her old friend Jordan standing there with a goofy smile on her face, her heart fluttering in his presence as it always had. However, she had long since resolved to never act on her feelings for Jordan. It was sad, but they had missed her moment and now his friendship was something she considered too special to jeopardize. It didn’t stop all her boyfriends from getting jealous of him, though. There was a closeness to their relationship, almost more like brother and sister, that they never seemed able to match. \n\n“Hey Big Pea.” Big Pea and Little Pea was their nickname for one another. They had called each other that ever since kindergatern when, in a school play, Jordan and Tia had played the roles of “Big Pea” and “Little Pea” respectively. \n\n“How are you holding up?” He asked, walking into her bedroom, sitting beside her on the bed while the party continued downstairs. Jordan wrapped a tender, comforting arm around her shoulders and Tia leaned into him. She inhaled deeply, enjoying his comforting scent. Jordan brought a nostalgic contentment to her. It reminded Tia of roadtrips to the beach where they were stuffed like sardine’s in Jessica’s old Bug, or the bittersweet memory from Senior prom when she’d almost kissed him… but didn’t. Every so often she wondered if he had moments like that, moments when he could have made a move but… didn’t for some reason. \n\n“I’m… I’m fine.” She lied, nodding her head, trying to convince herself as much as him. \n\nJordan saw right through the lie, but he didn’t press it. He knew that Tia was in for a hard road after having her heart broken like this. She found her fiancé just a month before their wedding cheating on her with her sister of all people! That kind of betrayal ran deep. For now, he would simply be there for her, however she needed him most. It was what made Jordan such a good friend and, Tia thought, such a good boyfriend. \n\n“By the way.” He said, reaching into his coat pocket and pulled out a thick bundle of papers that almost looked like a book. “I don’t know if you meant to leave these in the candy box, but I figured you hadn’t.” \n\nTia reached out to take the stack of papers, wondering what it was for a brief moment, before her face flushed in embarrassment. “Oh my god.” She muttered, holding a hand to her mouth with a loud laugh half out of embarrassment, half out of real mirth. Jordan had just handed her the ‘love coupons’ that she had made for her ex. It was cheesy and some might even say juvenile, but she lived for little romantic stuff like this. Some coupons where PG, such as: “I owe you a kiss under the stars” or “One 15 minute back rub”. Others were much rancher and would have proved even more embarrassing had anyone else at the party have found them. “One blowjob, redeemable on your birthday.” for instance, or “One session of anal sex, with one day’s advance notice.” Tia flipped through them, imagining engaging in each act with her fiancée for a moment until she got to the very last one. She didn’t recognize it as one she had made and looked closer at it. Sure enough it was Jordan’s handwriting. \n\n“I owe you one steamy, passionate night of post break-up rebound sex.” \n\nShe looked at him with a stunned look on her face, while Jordan looked at her with his big goofy smile. It quickly faded from his face however, as he misread the look on her face for hurt feelings. “Listen, I’m sorry, Tia… I just meant it as a joke. I didn’t mean-”\n\n“Does that mean I can’t redeem it then?” She asked, a sudden sense of bravery coming over her. \n\nNow it was Jordan’s turn to look surprised. He spluttered wordlessly, stunned and not sure how to respond; torn between wanting to say ‘yes’ but also not wanting to seem too eager, or even worse yet again misreading his friend and confuse her joke as a real offer. He certainly did want to make good on the coupon’s offer, though. While his hadn’t been nearly as dramatic as Tia’s, Jordan was also going through a tough breakup at the moment. And like Tia, he had always wanted something more than friendship from their relationship. Correctly reading the look on his face, she leaned in and kissed him full on the lips, stuffing the coupon in his pocket. \n\n“Consider it ‘redeemed.’” she whispered. \n\nFor along and awkward moment, it felt like kissing a brick wall. Jordan seemed too stunned to respond to her aggressive advances in any meaningful way at all. He quickly warmed up, however, responding with a pent-up passion he’d been aching to express for years now. He reached out for her and wrapped his arms around her, a hug that she had wanted for so many years, while their lips locked and their tongues danced. They fell back on her bed together, a small moan crossing her lips as she savored what she had been looking for so long. They kissed for a very long time, saving the moment in each other’s arms before finally breaking off the kiss. \n\n“Is it too soon to say I love you?” Jordan asked, passion causing his filter to falter. He immediately regretted saying it until he realized that Tia didn’t look taken aback or put off in the slightest. \n\n“Probably.” She whispered. “But who cares, I love you too.” \n\nThey kissed again, this time getting a little braver. Jordan gently grabbed the base of her neck with one hand while resting the other on her ass, gently rubbing it as she kissed. Tia meanwhile placed once hand on his chest and the other on his thigh… not quite touching his manhood with her hand, but coming close enough to feel the heat coming off from it. She always marveled over how warm the human body could get, especially as its occupant began to get passionate. \n\nJordan then began unbuttoning her blouse, freeing her medium sized chest from inside. Her breasts had always been somehow both smaller and larger than she wanted at the same time. Big enough to be a nuance without enrapturing men the way her more endowed sisters managed. But if Jordon felt let down by the size of her chest, he didn’t show it. Instead, he treated her boobs with all the reverence and lust her former fiancée never seemed to have managed. She smiled as he gently caressed her through her lacy bra and started to unbutton his shirt as well. \n\n“Hold on a second…” She murmured, reaching for her phone on the bedside table and opening the camera app.\n\n“You aren’t really going to take a picture of this, are you?” Jordan asked in an exasperated tone. \n\n“Yeah…” Tia said sheepishly.\n\n“Why? Not to send to your ex, I hope.” \n\n“Of course not! I just wanted to remember the moment.” Tia spluttered indignantly, but her protest seemed to fall flat. That was precisely what she had intended to do. \n\n“Huh uh…” Jordan said, trying to refrain from rudely rolling his eyes. Instead, he gently took the phone from Tia and turned it off, placing it on the bedside table again, using his long arms to ensure it was out of her reach. “You can have that back when we’re done.” \n\nTia’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “This is why you’re good for me…” she finally managed to mumble. \n\n“Oh, why is that?”\n\n“Because you keep me from making dumb decisions.” \n\n“Oh? Well, let’s hope I don’t break that track record!” Jordan said before planting a kiss on her lips again. \n\nThey kissed for a while longer, nibbling at each other’s neck and sampling each other’s bodies with hungry hands. As they kissed they lost more and more clothes until soon their bare bodies were before each other for the very first time. Usually, Tia would have felt some sense of shame and embarrassment, worried if there was too much cellulite on her ass or if she was too chubby for her lover’s liking. At the moment though, she felt both sexy and powerful in Jordan’s presence, and that was nothing she couldn’t say about any other guy before. \n\nThings seemed to process at very high speed after that, looking back the memories of that wonderful evening almost felt like a slideshow inside her mind’s eye. Jordan was soon on top of her, gently penetrating her in a way that was both soothing yet erotic; exactly what the doctor had ordered to cure a broken, betrayed heart. Her eyes fluttered, and her fists clenched as she was ridden to her first orgasm with her closest friend turned best lover. She had read and heard many depictions of what making love was supposed to feel like, descriptions that used metaphors like fireworks to describe some sort of ‘explosive’ pleasure. She had always dismissed these as artistic liberties, sex had never been all that pleasurable for her. Now she was a believer. \n\n“Good girl…” Jordan whispered softly too her, causing her to shiver from head to toe and wonder how he even knew what dirty talk she liked on his first try. Was she that easy to read? Did he really know her that well, despite only being friends? Or maybe he’d merely been lucky. Whatever the case, it felt like yet another sign that what they were doing was right. What they were doing was good. \n\nSoon Jordan to came, she watched with exhausted interest as his back arch and tossed his head back up towards the ceiling. His mouth hung open in a silent moan, she assumed, in deference to their privacy from the party that was just starting downstairs. As he came he filled her with is potion cum and somewhere in the back of Tia’s mind she realized they hadn’t used a condom, and she wasn’t on birth control at the moment. She and her fiancée hadn’t been trying for a baby necessarily, but they weren’t exactly avoiding it either. The realization made her wonder in the back of her mind if a pregnancy with Jordan would be the worst thing in the world. It was the last thought she had before drifting off to sleep."
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"content": "1. In a near future where everyone is an aspiring influencer and social clout is everything, mere incarceration is deemed insufficient and inefficient for reformation. Instead, prisons have become for-profit broadcast studios with a mandate to humiliate live on globally streamed shows for the enjoyment of the audience and to teach criminals the error of their ways. \n\n2. To help pass the time, a voyeuristic and tease loving warden mandates a new rule. Any inmate will receive one week off their sentence for every inmate they can make orgasm, but any inmate who orgasms will have a month added to their sentence. \n\n3. A new prisoner's rights law allows any criminal who desires to do so to remain in prison after their sentence, to avoid dealing with the real world. In an effort to protect society, the dominatrixes that guard a certain prison spend their days making sure they get to keep all of their fun little toys... forever."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Contestants get your knives, ladies get your holes ready the 63rd anual dildo carving competition begins now.
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"content": "\"Aaand they're off. The contestants now have over six hours to carve a wooden dildo that will bring the judges to their hardest, most amazing orgasm they've ever felt. What do you think, Amalia, what's the criteria for a good hand carved wooden dildo?\"\n\n\"Well Don, as you know, one of the first things you need to consider is safety, and here in The Makin' Wood Annual Competition that means proper sandpapering and shellacking. Nothing worse than getting a splinter in your coochie. You okay there, Don?\"\n\n\"I...sorry, I was imagining splinters in someone's...ugh, I imagine it's Bad News Bears for the contestant who doesn't finish up their carving properly. Worse for the poor judge who has to undergo that.\"\n\n\"It is certainly not fun Don, I can tell you that with absolute certainty. You try explaining to your OBGYN about how you got a splinter so deep up your vadge you can practically feel it when you do your morning business. Don, you sure you okay?\"\n\n\"I'm afraid to ask if you were a judge in previous Makin' Woods and if that relates at all to your thing about splinters.\"\n\n\"Why Don, as a matter of fact I was, and let me tell you - \"\n\n\"All right, why don't we shift the topic of conversation here.\"\n\n\"What. I was prepared to make banter!\"\n\n\"Let's focus on the wood makin' and make the banter from there. Contestant number one, David Leadbetter, seems to be fashioning his dildo from a nice mahogany block, as is his custom.\"\n\n\"Sure, and the Blacked.com sponsorship might also have something to do with it.\"\n\n\"That explains the white band around the base - it would be on brand for his sponsor. I'm thinking David is going for both length and girth with his creation. What do you think, Amalia?\"\n\n\"Well Don, length and girth certainly make for impressive looking dildos. They're the kind of things you put up on the mantelpiece, or use as a bookend or even a doorstop. But what Leadbetter's thinking is...Don, you keep making faces and it's gonna stay that way, didn't your mom ever tell you that?\"\n\n\"Well Amalia, first off, don't talk about my mom, and second...doorstops? Really?\"\n\n\"I'll just leave you and your imagination alone for a moment. See, thing is, Leadbetter seems to believe that bigger is always better. This is not always the case. Back when I was judging, and this was not the day I shoved something up my vagina that ended my judging career, I remember we had woodcarvers who worked studs into their designs, who added clit teasers, even one that incorporated Ben Hwa balls into their design. Don, did you know that only 25% of women regularly orgasm vaginally?\"\n\n\"I did not.\"\n\n\"Well, Mr Leadbetter's design philosophy, like his sponsors, help perpetuate a false assumption about female sexuality, and while I do adore the aesthetics of his creations, I can't say that I like 'em enough to let 'em [bleep] me, if you know what I'm saying. Oh [bleep] why am I getting censored?\"\n\n\"Because this is a mature show, Amalia, but not a potty mouthed one. Actually, I'm curious about the Ben Hwa design you mentioned earlier. Could you tell us more about that?\"\n\n\"Well that's an amazing segue into our second contestant Don, and that's two time champion Enrico \"Rocketman\" Martinez. The design I'm talking about was one he submitted in the 58th Makin' Wood. It was [bleeep] amazing, Don, and I don't mind the bleep that time as profanity is the only way I can adequately express his creation.\"\n\n\"Sounds like you had a good time.\"\n\n\"I [bleep] near blasted the [bleeep] thing into orbit, Don, that's how hard I came. Hence his nickname of \"Rocketman\" - his designs are sure to send you over the moon. This particular design I mentioned was hollow, with weighted metal balls rolling around the inside. It combines the satisfaction and reach of a dildo with the stimulation power of having Ben Hwa balls inside you all day. It's meant to be worn as you do your daily tasks, though, and I cannot imagine doing the groceries with that [bleeep] thing inside me, I tell you.\"\n\n\"Do you think The Rocketman is doing something similar for this year?\"\n\n\"It's hard to say. Our two time champion always likes to experiment. It's why despite his obvious skill at carving items that bring women to incredible climaxes, he's only ever won two times. Why, just last year he was disqualified, remember that, Don?\"\n\n\"I certainly do. For those of you just joining us, first of all, welcome to the 63rd annual Makin' Wood dildo carving competition, where the aim is to carve phallic objects. Enrico Martinez's creation last year did not qualify because it was not phallic shaped. No, instead what he'd designed was some kind of water powered paddle system designed to simulate cunnilingus.\"\n\n\"While I agree that his design looks like fun, here at the Makin' Wood annual competition we're all about Vitamin D, or at least the wooden facsimiles of it. I can tell the judges were disappointed - both at having to disqualify The Rocketman himself, and probably because that meant they didn't get to try it.\"\n\n\"I don't recognise numbers three and four, Amalia.\"\n\n\"That's because they're new! Josephine Warnock and Kendra Patrickson are our two newcomers to Makin' Wood, and I always say if you want to get women to orgasm, well, you ask women how to get the job done right. As much as we love our men, sometimes, you guys are dumber than the wood blocks they're carving out.\"\n\n\"I want to deny that but I'm forced to admit you're telling the truth, Amalia. As an aside, honey, if you're watching, the alimony's coming, stop texting me. Anyway, did you have a chance to speak to our newcomers before the competition, Amalia?\"\n\n\"I certainly did, Don, and new blood brings new life to our venerable competition. Contestant number four, Kendra Patrickson, says she was inspired by the LGBTQ+ community, having been raised by two amazing dads, and wanted a dildo that anyone could use. She aims to break the gender barrier with her design.\"\n\n\"How would that even work? I mean, I'm not disparaging her here, in fact I'm rather excited to see what she does, but I cannot imagine how she would do it.\"\n\n\"You're going to have to see for yourself, Don, but hold that thought because you ain't heard nothing yet. Josephine Warnock, contestant number three, seems to be a fantasy geek. She's read them all - The Lord of the Rings, The Wheel of Time, A Song of Ice and Fire. As such she's decided to incorporate fantasy into her design this year.\"\n\n\"You don't mean...\"\n\n\"Oh, I do, Don, I do. Makes me wish I was judging.\"\n\n\"You're telling me she's making an actual Dragon dildo?\"\n\n\"That is indeed what I'm saying, Don.\"\n\n\"Well, put me down as incredibly excited for this year's Makin' Wood. We got it all - old champions, newcomers, crazy guys who make water wheels when they're supposed to be carving schlongs. We're going to take a short break, and when we come back, we'll be talking to our contestants directly about their plans and the ideas behind them. You do NOT want to miss this. Stay tuned here at ESPN 8 - The Ocho, where we cover all the sports that we probably shouldn't.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cooking, cleaning, washing, helping out where he can. A cute nerd was allready used to taking care of his two roomates, despite beeing the youngest. But when he twists his ankle and is stuck in bed for a while, the two attractive females decide it is theyre turn to spoil him for once.
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"content": "Matt winced as his foot bumped the pillows while he reached for the controller. It was tantelizingly close, barely inaccessible without getting out of bed. Was it worth it? He looked at the TV, back to his swolen foot, then swung his legs over the edge.\n\nMia opened Matt's door. \"Oi! The doctor said no walking around. If you need something, Amy and I can get it for you.\"\n\n\"Sorry,\" he mumbled as he got back into bed. \"I didn't want to trouble you.\"\n\n\"It's fine. You do enough already. It's okay to ask for things you want every now and again. It was our fault anyway, so it's fine if you want us to spoil you while you get better.\" She placed a tray of reheated food by the bedpoast, but noticed his eyes flicker to her chest as she bent over.\n\n\"You both are actually studying complicated stuff. I just have to show up to pass freshman courses. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.\"\n\n\"All right then. Is there anything I can get you?\"\n\n\"Not really.\"\n\n\"Are you sure?\" She placed her hands on the bed and leaned forward, letting her breasts bounce loosely in plain sight. She grinned internally as he struggled to maintain eye contact before looking away, blushing slightly. \"What were you getting up for?\"\n\n\"The controller.\" He admitted.\n\n\"So there was something you wanted.\"\n\n\"I guess.\"\n\n\"And you were too embarrased to ask for it?\"\n\n\"Maybe.\"\n\n\"Honestly, what are we going to do with you? You know, if you don't speak up, you may also get things you didn't expect.\" Mia turned toward the controller, trying to keep a sly grin from her face. She glanced at Matt's reflection in the lamp, and bent over, looking for the nothing she had dropped. She saw him ogle at her, but he turned away as she straghtened up again.\n\nMia placed the controller beside Matt. \"See, no problem. Are you sure you don't want anything else?\" She leaned forward again, bouncing slightly on the bed. Matt blushed again and looked down, eyes fixed on the remote.\n\n\"I- I'll be fine.\"\n\n\"If you say so.\" Mia stood up and left Matt's room, a grin expanding across her face.\n\n,#####\n\nAmy looked up as Mia entered the room. \"Mia, what are you scheming this time?\" The two girls looked at each other for a moment before Mia gave in.\n\n\"All right. So, you know how Matt's really shy and all?\"\n\n\"Obviously.\"\n\n\"So, I was thinking. He never actually 'asked' us *not* to spend some 'quality time' with him while he was getting better, you know? And he never actually 'asked' us to wear anything in particular, did he? He also can't seem to ignore my darlings whenever they slosh around in front of him.\"\n\n\"I see where you're going. I'm in!\"\n\n\"Don't go overboard quite yet. I want to see if I can get him to ask for something, 'specific', given enough time.\"\n\n,#####\n\nMatt looked up and his eyes widened as Amy and Mia entered his room. Bunnies covered Amy's wool PJs, and kittens covered Mia's.\n\n\"Wh- What are you two doing here?\" Matt asked.\n\n\"Mia thought it would be fun to watch some anime together. We brought popcorn!\" Amy skipped to the far side of the the bed and put a CD into the VCR.\n\n\"Uh, huh. Amy picked one up that she thought you would enjoy.\"\n\n\"Um, what did you get?\" Matt asked as Mia put a pillow behind him and pulled the blankets up to his neck. As soon as Matt let his arms fall to his sides, both girls jumped on either side of him, pinning the blankets tightly about his body.\n\nAmy held up one of Matt's figurines as they both replied: \"Cat Planet Cuties!\"\n\nHis eyes flicked about, from the two women pinning him in bed with their bodies, to the VCR. \"Um, y-you might not enjoy that one very much.\"\n\nMia leaned over, and put a finger to her ruby lips as she frowned. \"Did I pick a bad one?\"\n\n\"Um, no, but. It's more for guys to-\"\n\nAmy held up his figurine. \"But it's one you like, right?\"\n\n\"I- I, guess?\"\n\n\"Then Cat Planet Cuties it is!\"\n\n\"I guess we did barge in uninvited.\" Mia continued her puppy dog expression her face looking down as her eyes looked up at Matt. \"Do you, not want us here?\"\n\n\"No, I didn't say that!\" He tried in vane to move beneath the women.\n\n\"So, can we please stay and watch anime with you?\"\n\n\"I-\" Matt's face was now completely red. He looked away from Mia, only to see the black lace of Amy's bra under her loose shirt on the other side. He looked back as Mia blinked her long eyelashes slowly. \"I- I-. Yea, you can stay.\"\n\nMia's face immediately cheered up. \"Yay! Anime all night!\"\n\nMatt started to reply, but Mia scooted up and put a soft, pajama covered arm around his head, pulling it against her even softer breasts.\n\nAmy finished setting up the anime, and hit play. Then, with perfect aim, she dropped the controller on Matt's crotch. He flinched in his blanket prison, unable to adjust himself as both girls pressed their asses against his hands. \n\nA busty, red clad catgirl filled the screen and both Amy and Mia whistled. \"Wow, that's a lot of 'plot' isn't it Amy?\"\n\n\"Impressive, but I wonder. Matt, who do you think is bigger? Eris? Or me?\" Amy sat up and lifted her breasts, bouncing them back and forth. Letting them flow from one hand to the other, and back again.\n\nMatt staired. He couldn't help it. Amy slowly sat up, placing her knee on Matt's hip, preventing him from reaching his crotch, but allowing her to pull the blankets away from his hand. \"Do you, need a sample?\" Before he could stammer a response, she took his hand in hers and pressed it to her chest. Her breasts squeezed and jiggled at the softest touch, and she hummed while pressing herself against his fingers.\n\n\"Hey Amy, I think I he like it.\"\n\n\"Hmmm? Why do you say that?\"\n\n\"Because he's smiling like a lottery winner, and blushing like a schoolgirl.\" Mia teased. \"How is it Matt?\" Mia whispered in his ear. \"Do you like how her body feels?\" She began to pull the same maneuver Amy had.\n\n\"They're, so soft.\" He murmered. Mia began to unbutton her shirt, as Amy pulled hers back and slid Matt's hand directly onto her soft skin. Matt was barely aware of the controller raising up as the two girls slid his arms into their cloths and layed down on them.\n\n\"Mia?\" Amy called out. \"Could you turn the volume down a bit?\"\n\n\"Sure.\" Mia whispered back, and began slowly pressing the volume down button, one bar at a time. Mat tried to pull his hands in, but the two women held his arms against their bodies, and slowly began to pull back the blankets, while pulling up his shirt.\n\n\"Matt?\" Mia whispered, her voice soft, her lips against his ear. \"Do you like this?\"\n\n\"Um, y-yea?\"\n\n\"Do you want us to continue pampering you?\" She paused. \"It's okay to say 'yes'. We're both enjoying this as well.\"\n\nIn a voice barely a whisper, he replied. \"Yes?\"\n\nThe two girls smiled. Amy brought her mouth to his other ear. \"Matt. we want to play a game with you. Don't give up too easily, okay?\"\n\nMia pulled his shirt up, over his head and Amy began to run her lips across Matt's neck. They each reached a free hand down, sliding over his body, femenine fingers gently massaging his chest, nails tenderly brushing over exposed skin. Matt hummed and flexed his body as they reached down to his stomach and sides, skin sliding against skin, slowly, meticulously, tantalizingly.\n\nThey reached his pants, pushed them down slightly, and stopped, sliding thier soft hands beneath where the elastic band once rested, but didn't reach any farther. Matt twisted and tried to slide his pants lower, reach his body up to either of the magical hands that teased his body. His breath quickened, and he tried to sit up, free his arms, touch that one place that throbbed and longed for contact.\n\n\"Oh, is there something you want?\" Mia cooed. \"You have to tell us, or we won't know.\"\n\n\"Please,\" He whispered. \"Let me nut.\"\n\nWith her honey mouth, Mia pressed her lips to his chest in a warm kiss before responding. \"No.\" She slid her fingers accross his chest and he flexed his body in vain again. \"Not for a request like that at least.\"\n\nAmy walked her fingers up his body. \"Say it like you mean it, Matt. Tell us clearly what you want.\"\n\n\"I want to cum. Please.\"\n\n\"But Matt, we don't know how.\" Mia teased. \"What should we do?\"\n\n\"I- I want you to grab my balls and stroke my dick! Please!\"\n\nThe girls slid their hands once up to his chest, before plunging them down, into his pants. Amy wrapped her hand around his balls, squeezing and massaging them with practiced dexterity. Mia took two fingers down his cock before wrapping her soft hand about his shaft and began to pump. Matt groaned and flexed beneath their bodies, took a deep breath, and moaned as the sensation enveloped him.\n\nHe lay there as Amy and Mia released his tired arms and gently cleaned his groin. Mia pushed the pillows out of the way and replaced them with her lap, stroking Matt's hair as he relaxed. \"Are you all right? Sorry if we went a little too far.\"\n\n\"It's fine.\"\n\nMia pouted. \"Are you just saying that?\"\n\n\"No, it felt really, really good. Thanks.\" He paused for a moment before continuing. \"Could, if you don't mind. Could we do this again sometime?\"\n\nAmy and Mia both smiled and Amy poked at him. \"Well, look at you. You finally asked for something.\"\n\n\"If I had known anime was this much fun,\" Mia chimed in, \"I would have started watching it a long time ago.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She said if she had tits as big as her friend's, she'd let everyone touch them as much as they wanted. That was before the freshman 15 went straight to her bust and gave her boobs bigger than her head. Now that she had to keep her word, she wasn't sure if she was more embarrassed or aroused...
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"content": "\"Look, I know what I said, but they're huge now... do I really have to do this?\" \n\n\n\"Yes, Amy\" Said Michelle. \"I'll make it a little easier on you... just do it for today, like a kissing booth. Then you can do what you want.\"\n\nA: \"Fine, I'll do it.\"\n\nM: \"Great, come with me\" she said grabbing my hand\n\nWe walked over to a small booth that seemed to be built for what we discussed. It's like people suspected my tits would grow this big. They weighed heavy on my chest as we walked.\n\nM: \"Here. Sit.\"\n\nI took my seat and it had a shelf of sorts for my giant breasts.\n\nA: \"THANK YOU. this feels amazing.\" I said in relief. \"So what's the rules here?\" I asked\n\nM: \"Whoever wants to tough them gets 1 minute. If you're exposed, the tits stay out. I'll watch to make sure people don't get too rough.\"\n\nA: \"Fine, ok... and I just have to sit here?\"\n\nM: \"mhmm\"\n\nA line started forming and had a lot of what I suspected, but also a few women dotted the line and were watching. The first person walked up, and Michelle explained the rules. He came up and was amazed at my tits. I swear he spent half the time staring, and finally went in for a feel. He gasped a bit, and quickly ran out.\n\nA: \"Ok, that was something..haha\"\n\nThe next person walked in, and immediately he started rubbing my cleavage. It honestly felt kinda good. The minutes and the people passed, and I was getting a bit wet. I wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or arousal.\n\nWith my tits clearly hanging out, the last person was ready to come in.\n\nA: \"Michelle?!\"\n\nM: \"Can't a girl have a bit of fun?\"\n\nShe rubbed my tits with her soft hands, and they felt the best of anyone yet. \n\nShe continued around my nipples and pinched them a bit, sending a bit of pain, but definitely some pleasure right through me. I completely lost track of time, and got lost in the moment.\n\nM: \"Aw well.. my time's up...\" she said \"thanks\\~\" \n\n\nI sat there motionless, and almost soaking through my panties."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You watch your female best frien Play around with a new games character creator. To both of your surprise, her apearance changes to fit the character ingame. With an evil smile she works multipple of your kinks into the design.
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"content": "\"Hey, Em.\" I said, stepping into her living room. As I expected, she was sitting on her couch playing a game on her Xbox. Rocket League, if I wasn't mistaken. \n\"Hey, Chris.\" Emily said, \"Only a minute left in this match, then I can show it to you.\" \nEmily proceeded to finish her game. It was a close call, but she managed to get the ball in the enemy's goal for the winning point with just five seconds on the clock. Once the end-of-match stats popped up, she exited to the console menu. \n\"So, you got the game?\" I asked. \n\"Yeah, check it out.\" \nEm grabbed the game case off the coffee table, still in the shrink wrap. The cover was very loud in design, with pinks, cyans, and reds forming jagged patterns around the words \"Ultimate Fantasy\". It was the big new release this year, heralded by an enthrallingly cryptic ad campaign, only promising an escape from reality unlike any other before: \"Be who you want to be\", it touted. That's not to say we didn't know anything about the content. It had a state-of-the-art character creator, photorealistic graphics, and what appeared to be a wide-open sandbox. But any story the game had was a complete mystery, a mystery you would have to buy the game to learn the answer to. I wasn't able to get a copy yet, but Em had and I just needed to see what it was.\n\nAfter inspecting the box for a few seconds, I handed it to Emily, who proceeded to peel off the shrink wrap and place the disk in her console. The title screen was essentially the same as the box art, only with more motion and a Start prompt. When she hit the A button, the Kinect mounted on top of her TV turned on and scanned her body. The character creator appeared, and the base avatar was an exact recreation of Em's nude form. I instinctively covered my eyes, but Em gave me a light backhanded slap. \n\"Oh, come on.\" she said, \"You can look, we're friends, aren't we?\" \n\"Yeah, and as your friend, I should show you some respect.\" \n\"Then look respectfully.\" \nWith her permission reaffirmed, I looked back at the TV. Honestly, it wasn't very surprising. Emily was no stranger to tight or revealing clothes, so I most of what I saw were things I already knew. Her respectable breasts (32C, if i remembered that stray bra from two months ago correctly), her flat stomach, and her petite ass were all somewhat familiar to me. Honestly, I was impressed at the detail considering that she was wearing a baggy hoodie when the game took her picture. \n\"Now, what to change first?\" Em said. \n\"What do you mean? It's already an exact match of you.\" \n\"I don't want an exact match, I want an Ultimate Fantasy!\" Em said, \"You know, I've always wanted a nose piercing, but never knew if I could make it look good.\" \nEm navigated to the \"accessories\" tab and picked a simple nose-ring out of the menu. As soon as it appeared on her character model, she flinched and rubbed her nose. \n\"Ow, what the hell...\" Em stopped rubbing when she felt something: a stud of metal poking out from her nose, identical to the one on her character model. \n\"That was freaky.\" I said. \n\"Definitely...\" Em said, \"did the game do that?\" \nShe picked her controller back up and deselected the piercing. As soon as the character model updated, the nose ring disappeared from her face, leaving her nose exactly as it was before. \n\"That is actually really cool.\" she said. \n\"Really, you don't find this at all weird?\" \n\"Come on, Chris. This is revolutionary! The highest level of video game immersion imaginable!\" \n\"Em, it's changing your body in ways that shouldn't even be possible. Aren't you even a little concerned?\" \n\"I guess you just don't get it. I'll just have to show you how amazing this is.\" \nEm switched over to the body sliders, and selected the \"bust\" slider. \n\"How big did you say you liked them? E, F, G? I'm pretty sure it was G.\" \nI was speechless. Surely she didn't really intend to-\n\n**CONFIRM**\n\nEmily moaned as her character model updated on screen. She ran her hands over her chest, massaging her breasts through her hoodie. \n\"God, this feels better than I thought.\" Em unzipped her hoodie, shimmying it off one shoulder at a time so she could keep massaging at least one boob. Once the hoodie was off, leaving her in nothing but a thin white camisole, I could already see a difference. The subtle curve of her chest was more pronounced, and the fabric seemed taught around her chest. The line of her cleavage appeared to lengthen as her nipples poked harder through the cloth. She continued to touch herself, rubbing circles around her nipples, squeezing them together as surpassed the size of canteloupes. The straps on her camisole were starting to creak when they finally stopped growing. \n\"So, what do you think?\" she said, \"Impressed?\" \nI didn't answer. Instead, I crossed my legs over each other in a vain attempt to hide my erection. Em sighed, her soccer-ball-sized breasts hefting as she inhaled. \n\"Guess you'll need a little more coaxing.\" she said, turning back to the TV. \n\"You like redheads, right?\" she asked, as if a hair color change could impress me more than growing her tits four cup sizes in front of me. I nodded, and she quickly changed her avatar's hair color to an impossible shade of red. Right on cue, a wave of that same color washed over her previously black hair. She leaned over on the couch, placing her head in my lap with a devilish grin. \n\"Whaddaya think of the new me?\" she whispered, \"Think maybe this game isn't so bad?\" \nI gulped, unable to handle the force of pure seduction that seemed to overtake my best friend. \n\"The more you dig your heels in, the more I'll mess around.\" \nEm turned her attention back to the TV screen. Her head stayed in my lap, but she tabbed back over to the colors menu. She clicked on the skin tone menu, and turned the RGB sliders until they reached a brilliant violet color. As soon as the change was confirmed, patches of the same violet hue spread out from each of her hair follicles until every inch of visible skin was the color of the night sky. She was barely recognizable as the same woman from before. \n\"You know, this reminds me of a movie we watched together once.\" she cooed, \"There were these aliens where every single one was a different color. I remember there was one alien girl, she had skin almost this exact color. I can't remember who played her, but you were definitely happy to see her. In fact, I seem to recall you started masturbating on my couch the moment she came on screen.\" \nNow it was my turn to change color, blushing at that memory. \n\"I bet you thought I didn't see you.\" she said, \"But I did. And it was so much fun, seeing you lose control of your baser urges. Plus, imagining just what you were packing under there... it almost made me lose control.\" \nEmily brought her hand up to my face, her deep blue fingers caressing the corner of my lips. God, she was so hot right now. I could feel my cock pressing against her skull, precum leaking through my jeans. \n\"Feels like you could use a hand, buddy.\" she said, bringing her other hand to my zipper, \"If you want, I can handle it this time.\" \nEm rolled over on the couch and undid my belt. She pulled down my jeans and opened the fly on my boxers. My cock practically burst out, pulsing and throbbing as it grazed her fingers. \n\"Mm, it looks so good. So thick.\" \nEm wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began to pump. I threw my head back as I felt all the pent-up sexual energy begin to relax as the loose skin slid back and forth. Emily began to pump faster, her other hand snaking its way underneath to fondle my balls. God, how was she so good at this? I felt a wetness, and opened my eyes to see her licking my shaft with her still-pink tongue. She looked into my eyes, oversized breasts rising and falling as she gasped for air. She rubbed her saliva down from the tip all the way to the base of my shaft, allowing her hand to glide even more smoothly over it. I couldn't believe my eyes, I had to be dreaming. There was no way I was getting jerked off by a big-titted, redheaded, blue-skinned babe that was once my best friend Emily. But if this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up. Certainly not then, because that was the moment where I finally reached my climax. Spurt after spurt of thick white fluid shot out of my cock, painting her face white as she continued to milk me. My hands clenched tightly shut as the final wave of pleasure washed over me, and I moaned loudly in delight as it finally began to fade. \n\"Look at that, I finally got you to say something.\" Em said, licking a finger clean as she cuddled up next to me. \n\"This game is... really something.\" I finally admitted. \n\"And we've only scratched the surface.\" she added, \"With this game, I can be anything I want, or anything you want me to be. What do you want to do next? A longer tongue for better blowjobs? Some hidden erogenous zones for you to find? Maybe get a little crazy and do some anthro, or futa. Whatever you want, I can give you. I can be your ultimate fantasy.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ashley was single, lonely, & desperate. Asking her BFF Sarah for advice, she received an offer for a blind date with only the pics of the guy's monster package as the preview. When the night came, she answered the door naked, only to see her date was her BFF's kind and loving son.
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"content": "\n\nBlind Date\n\n\n\"Holy shit!\" Ashley screamed after she swung open the door and say Caleb standing there. As she her hands flew to cover her breasts Caleb's hand went to his eyes.\n\n\"Sorry, Mrs. Henderson. I thought mom told you I was coming…\" The shy boy gushed.\n\n\"No I didn't know you were coming. I was actually… expecting a date.\" Ashley said, struck at the shame of her desperate idea. Then she thought she saw a lump in the boy's dress pants. She noticed that he was dressed for a date at the same time a cool wind blew through the doorway and reminded her that her pussy was on full display while she tried to hide her breasts. Quickly she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the house. Closing the door behind him.\n\n\"Wait!\" Ashley yelled as she grabbed the robe she stashed next to the door. A part of her though she might need to cover up after her date saw she was an older woman and ran off. She was only thirty five but she had grown desperate as she realized any chance of kids grew slimmer. That desperation didn't make her relationship hunting go any better.\n\nIf Sarah hadn't thrown her this bone she likely would have spent her Valentines crying into a bowl of ice cream. She set her up with some guy and the only info Sarah would give her was a single picture. One with his massive dick dominating the field of vision.\n\n\"Did your mother send you over here for the blind date?\" Ashley asked as she hid her body in the folds of the robe.\n\n\"Yeah.\" Caleb answered as he nervously pulled his hands from his face. \"She told me you might be interested… and I didn't want you spending Valentine's Day alone, Mrs. H.\" Ashley appraised the sweet boy with fresh eyes. She knew him since he was in kindergarten. So him seeing her whole naked body seemed weird, but as he talked she started to realize how handsome he was. He had just turned twenty as well. Sarah was a few years older than Ashley and had Caleb when she was a teenager.\n\n\"Please, don't call me Mrs. Henderson, Caleb.\" Ashley corrected the boy and stepped closer. \"Henderson is the Ex's name and that has been done for a year and a half.\"\n\n\"Sorry Mrs. H-\" Caleb caught himself. \"Old habits die hard I guess.\" He let out an embarrassed chuckle and she noticed his eyes dart down to her hard nipples pressing against the robe.\n\n\"Please, call me Ashley.\" A schoolgirl's laugh escaped her. \"Everybody that has seen me naked does. I think I need a drink.\" He blushed at her joke and she grabbed his hand and led him to the living room where she had champagne chilling. \"Why would your mother think you'd be interested in an old hag like me?\" \n\n\"You're not that old, Mrs….. I mean Ashley.\" Caleb stumbled over his words and strangely it gave her more confidence.\n\n\"A young strapping boy like you should be pulling eighteen year old cheerleaders into his bed.\"\n\n\"That's what they keep telling me… but I like older girls.\" Caleb explained. \"Not girls… women. I slept with a younger girl once but it was embarrassing. She kept waiting for me to tell her what to do.\"\n\n\"Oh so you like a woman who takes initiative?\" Ashley asked as she popped open the champagne and filled two glasses. Caled blushed as he took the glass he was offered. \"Like meeting you at the door naked?\" Ashley giggled.\n\n\"I mean it was hot until you started screaming.\" Caleb admitted. \"Besides the massive confusion and screaming that was a pro strat, M-Ashley.\"\n\n\n\"Pro strat?\" Ashley asked as she gestured to him to sit. \n\n\"Professional strategy.\" Caled explained. \"Stupid gamer lingo.\" \n\n\"Funny that you mention it…\" Ashley was so insanely horney and lonely that she couldn't let this sweet big dicked boy leave her house. She had to try to salvage this. The brunette dropped her robe to the ground and lowered herself gently into his lap. \"I was a stripper for a short time. When I was your age. So I guess I have some professional training.\"\n\nAshley looped her arm behind his head and Caleb was now eye level with her hard nipples. He grabbed with his free arm and latched onto her breast. The young man teased the thick nipple with his teeth gently before he began to suck on her proffered breast. Ashley moaned and placed her hand on his head in a matronly fashion.\n\nShe was more than ready to explore his body and return the favor by sucking on one of his body parts. The memory of the picture she stared at for hours burned in her mind. Then as she shifted on his lap she was reminded that beauty was just under her bare ass cheeks. Her drooling pussy was no doubt leaking onto the dress pants that separated her from it.\n\nAshley was not waiting any longer. She had spent too long as the shy divorcee. After pulling away from his hungry mouth she dropped to her knees and undid his belt and unzipped his fly. Once she fished his thick cock out Ashley was ready to relive some old memories.\n\nTonight she would once again be Ashley the slut. The girl that gave her first blowjob in the school library. The girl they called Brandi, who was kicked out of the club for letting guests finger her. When she got married she left that all behind, but now she was divorced and all she wanted was to show Caleb the freak she was.\n\nShe was surprised she took so much of his cock into her mouth without difficulty. Her ex was much smaller. It had been a very long time since she tasted a cock like this. She could feel the shaft pulsing with power in her mouth and was dying to see how it would feel in her pussy.\n\nAshley stood up and towered over Caleb in all her naked glory. Perhaps she didn't look the same way she did when they called her Brandi, but she was still in great shape. Each slight sag or barely noticeable imperfection gave her body more character. The young man tried to commit every inch of her body to memory as she placed a knee at each side and positioned him to enter her as she dropped down. \n\nHis deep sigh made her feel like the soft vice of her loins might be squeezing his soul out. Perhaps she was older but she had been doing exercises and there was no way this boy was ready for her pussy. \"Mrs. Henderson, your so fucking amazing.\" Caleb gathered what precious breath he could to say it.\n\nAshley laughed. \"Baby, you're inside me.\" She adjusted to the girth of him and gripped his muscular shoulders before beginning a soft rhythm. \"So it might be time to get a little less formal.\" \n\nShe had to admit she was impressed he lasted that long. Her body had a thin layer of sweat glistening on her skin before she came on rod. Of course there was no way he would last much longer after that. Gracefully she leapt off and rushed to take his seed into her mouth.\n\n\"Oh my god. Ashley. You're incredible.\" Caleb gushed.\n\n\"I'm gonna cook you a steak and when you're done eating you can fuck me from behind.\" Ashley got up wiping a trace of cum from her mouth. Then she turned and Caled looked on with awe as her swaying ass headed to the kitchen. \"Oh and Caleb…\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"I've changed my mind. You can call me Mrs. Henderson.\"\n\n***\n\nSarah could see the shadows in Ashley's blinds and heard her screams of pleasure from her place. She knew she made the right call, but there was no chance she'd see her son until the next afternoon or later. However she could swear she hard her son screaming \"Mrs. Henderson\" deep into the night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Beeing a minotar meant beeing tall, muscular and dominant. Beeing a female minotaur meant all that, plus having wide hips, a big booty and humongous milktanks. Beeing a horny, female minotaurs male human roommate, while beeing stuck at home meant stress.
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"content": "I was sat in my room, skinny arms resting on the desk, failing to write my essay on the impact of the Worlds Merger on minotaurs. This was in part due to my chronic procrastination, but in much larger part due to an actual minotaur in the next room. Despite wearing earplugs and noise-cancelling headphones pumping metal, the beast next door could still be heard. \r \nIn plenty of ways Tiadin was a great flatmate. Her natural aggression meant that she was great at dealing with our landlord - things got fixed immediately and bills were cheaper too. I also had to admit that some perverted part of me thought she was hotter than the seven circles. Her 6 foot 10 form towered over me, a bulging mass of muscles under mostly human skin with a head a bit more bovine than human, all supported by her furry hooved legs. The one place she didn’t clearly have muscles was her breasts, each about the size of her head, which constantly got in my face. \r \nThe downside is that that wasn’t the only thing in my face. Through my poor attempts at sound blockage I heard the roaring and grunting through both the wall and her open door, all to the backdrop of some rhythmic thumping that I could only presume was some humongous dildo she was fucking herself with. The damn monster was being much louder than whenever she had one of her fuck buddies around, and it made me both pissed off and uncomfortably aroused.\r \nI either had to just put up with it, confront her, or go out. Option 3 couldn’t be done though, as our borough had been in hard lockdown for a few days, and likely would be a week more. Some new virus crossing species - it had become a common enough occurrence in the last decade that this was nothing new. Option 2 both terrified and aroused me, and option 1 was frustrating on multiple levels.\r \nShe’d clearly gotten frustrated herself the last few days, unable to see her usual partners. She’d always been physical - minotaurs as a general rule are tactile beings. She’d moaned last night about needing to get laid, and had taken to manhandling me around the common areas. Early that day I’d noticed her stop herself before she slapped my ass. She was generally pretty great at keeping to physical boundaries, likely because she was abundantly aware she could rip me in two. Which she might do anyway if I get between her and her needs.\r \nFuck it. I took off the ear gear, getting the full blast of her grunts and moans. Annoyingly, my cock stiffened more to those unmuffled sounds. I strode out, opening the door, and turned into her room, revealing Tiadin on her bed facing the door. Her two beastial legs were V-ed into the air, between which both her hands were working a - not actually that monstrous - dildo. Her face was somewhere between a snarl and an O, and she was looking me in the eyes and not stopping. \r \nThe whole room was pungent with sex. I mustered some semblance of will. “Will you keep it down, T? I’m trying to work.” \r \nShe actually stopped, dildo half-way in, and barked a laugh. “Seriously, little man?”\r \n“It’s a reasonable request.”\r \n“I’m bellowing with my door wide open and my cunt on display, and that’s all you have to say to me?”\r \n“Er -.”\r \n“Your cock is almost about to burst through your pants,” she said, taking out the toy and sitting up. She was breathing loudly. “And I’m clearly trying to get a reaction out of you, and that’s all you have to say to me?”\r \nShe stood up, muscles rippling across her body, hooves clopping, breasts heaving, horns almost reaching the multiply-gouged ceiling. Her pupils massively dilated. \r \n“Um.” I said. “Please?”\r \nShe scoffed. “A minotaur man would take that erection and start doing exactly what he wanted with it, trusting me to spurn his advance if I didn’t desire him.”\r \nHer words were starting to pierce through my nerves. “Yeah. Well I’m a human you could easily break.” I tried to think of something, anything to say something else, but what came out was “just be quiet.” I turned to leave.\r \nThree loud clops and Tiadin was right behind me, breasts pressed to my back, massive hands gripping my arms. “What’s that phrase I read recently?” she growled into my ear. “Cowards don’t go to Valhalla, little man.” She reached down and grabbed my crotch, just shy of too-hard. “And I think you like that I can break you.”\r \nShe likely felt my trembling. \r \nFuck it.\r \n“Hands off, Tiadin.” She snorted, but complied and I turned around, looking up. “You’re right. But you were also halfway through fucking yourself. So if you want to do this, you better bend over on the bed.”\r \n“Fine. But you sleep in my bed from now on, little man.”\r \n“Only if you stop calling me that.”\r \nShe was already on the bed kneeling, legs spread wide so her glistening pussy was low enough for me. She looked back, “you have to earn that first.”\r \nIt was perhaps the fastest I’d ever stripped, my cock at her entrance when I thought what if I’m too small?\r \n“FUCK. ME.” Tiadin yelled.\r \nI slid in all the way."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A wild party girl, having married a wealthy, older man just out of college, wonders if she's picked the right time to "settle down". At least until she learns that "night with the boss's wife" is a frequent motivational prize for his employees. She's shocked, but she's even more aroused...
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"content": "*A/N: I updated the ending to have more detailed sex bits, and added in the part 2/3*\n\nLast month I made the biggest mistake of my life. I got up on the altar and said \"I do\", to Greg Williams after 6 months of dating. It should be amazing, Greg is a great man, who cares for me and is loaded. We started dating as I was finishing up college, he wanted some arm candy and as a 22 year old with poor money management, a sugar daddy situation seemed good for me. I didn't expect to actually fall in love with him though. Greg is thoughtful and caring, he gives me back rubs without asking, buys me little pick me ups when I've had a bad day, and really does love me and listen to me. It seems like a great partnership. The biggest issue is that Greg is 60. My Friday nights used to begin at midnight, I'd go to the club with my girls, stay out until it closes, hit up a house party with someone I met, and then fuck him until the morning. Greg's Fridays are done by 9pm, with only a 50% chance of sex. Don't get me wrong, Greg's a good lover; his dick is a good size, he's very attentive with his hands and mouth, and he is very responsive to my needs. The issue is that just 7 months ago I was used to strutting into a bar on a random weekday, finding a college hunk, and riding him until he breaks.\n\n\nIt was another one of those Friday nights, Greg had come home from work, he's the EVP of sales at the largest fintech company in the country, and he was exhausted. He spends a lot of his days in meetings and coaching the team to reach their lofty goals, it was also end of a quarter so the sales teams were in overdrive. Unfortunately this Friday it meant a few glasses of wine between us, some take out from the local Italian restaurant, and then bed. I tried to get him revved up with a silk pajama set that had booty shorts that were almost too tight on my peachy ass and a crop top that showed off my toned stomach and the girls fairly well. I had a lot of free time lately that had mostly gone to the gym and spa and it was showing off. Unfortunately before we could start, he was asleep. I opened up my phone and mindlessly browsed instagram, as the night went on stories from my friends started popping up. First all the videos of them getting ready, then heading out, and finally at different clubs in all the cities that had moved back to since College. I was bored and concerned. I loved Greg, I did, but I wanted excitement. Being a stay at home trophy wife sounded awesome when Greg proposed, but maybe we are just too different. I fell asleep around 1am with my phone still in my hand.\n\n\nMy Saturday started as it usually did, I made Greg and I a healthy breakfast then I went for a run. I peeled off my sports bra and leggings and hopped into the shower. Greg usually continued to work Saturday mornings so I knew I had some time to myself. I brought my favourite vibrator into the large shower and tried to make up for last night. It was good, but it wasn't as good as a proper fuck. I finished up both my playtime and the shower, and wrapped myself in a very soft towel. Still horny, I thought that maybe I could surprise Greg with an impromptu blow job and that might have him at least return the favour. I walked through the halls to his home office in nothing but the towel, I had pulled it down to be more exposing and the twins were looking good. I barged right in since 99% of his time on weekends was looking at spreadsheets or decks. I approached him sitting back in his chair with headphones on, I took them off his ear and loudly said, \"I need that big cock in my mouth.\" A usual way to jump start any guy I've found.\n\n\"Oh perfect timing, babe.\" Greg responded, in not the usual answer I would have received. \"Gentlemen, your prize for this quarter.\" And with that Greg ripped my towel off and turned me towards the screen where I saw countless little zoom faces now staring at me. In different states of awe, shock, or excitement. \"As you know it is both month end and quarter end, so we've got two winners to announce. The top monthly sales agent gets a night with this lovely lady as he slapped my ass expelling a slight gasp from me and the top team lead gets a whole weekend of their choice, both of which must occur within the next month. And the winners are: Marcus Stall for top agent and Kevin Choi for team lead of the quarter! Great work gentlemen and congrats, my assistant will be in touch about organizing the times. Go enjoy your weekends and I'll see you all Monday.\" and with that the screen with all the tiny faces disappeared. \n\n\nI stood there shocked, what had just happened? I got stripped and spanked in front of his whole sales department it seemed. I turned around to see Greg with a beaming smile on his face. It did start to falter once the confusion on my face became clear. We went back to the bedroom where I covered up and we had a talk about what just happened. Greg explained that it was a process setup by the last EVP before him. Top sales agent of the month gets a night with the boss's wife, top team lead of the quarter got a weekend with a daily spending amount as well, and then VP of the year got an all expenses trip to a tropical destination for a week. When a female employee won, the prize was still the same. Some used it for a trial of experimentation, some for companionship, others either took the vacation or perdiem and just went shopping instead. Once he took over from the old boss, he had started using escorts as a substitute but the motivation wasn't the same. Once the team knew he was getting married and saw pictures of her, sales started hitting new records within his department. \n\n\nI couldn't believe what was happening, my husband was pimping me out to boost his sales. I was furious, how could he not share this with me. Then I felt something else. I felt insanely horny. All those men and woman, lusting after me, pushing themselves to their limits for a shot at one night with me turned me on more than I knew. I stripped off my robe and told Greg \"I'm in but you better fuck me like there's no tomorrow to make up for it.\" It wasn't quite the crazy of a sex session, but he did try his best and I came a few times.\n\nI got a call later that afternoon from Ingrid, Greg's assistant, asking me if tomorrow night worked for Marcus and if two weekends from now works for Kevin. I agreed to the dates and was told to be ready for a car at 7pm tomorrow and would receive Kevin's details a few days before.\n\n\nThe next day I got ready after a late lunch/early dinner with Greg, I couldn't focus on anything that day, all I kept thinking was about this insane setup. I caught myself rubbing my clit 4 times that day I was so horny. I had a small shower and then did my hair and makeup. If I was gonna be a prize, then I felt like I should look the part. I put on a lacy black and white thong and bra set with black garters and and my favourite stilettos. I wrapped myself up in the stereotypical trench coat just as the car arrived. I gave Greg a kiss on the cheek and told him to not wait up with a wink. He seemed sad to see me leave, but happy that I was excited about the situation.\n\n\nThe driver opened the door once we had stopped about 30 minutes later, he handed me a card and told me to call this number when I was ready to return. I slipped into my pocket and head upstairs to the condo unit Ingrid had emailed me. After knocking on the door, I opened the jacket slightly, giving a better view of my tits, and struck a pose with one hand on the door frame. Marcus opened the door, he was a fairly handsome man, who looked a few years older than me, he obviously worked out by the strain on his too tight tshirt. He invited me in and gave me a glass of champagne, it was the good stuff. I'm not sure if he was just celebrating or trying to impress me, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. After some small chit chat, I downed my glass, I knew exactly the kind of guy Marcus was, I had seen it usually in college athletes. Wanted to be the stud, the conquering hero, so I played the part, I was a prize after all. I stripped off the coat, walked over to him and kissed him passionately on the lips. He was a good kisser, but nothing too memorable. I helped pull off his shirt to reveal a strong chest and slight abs, and then the jeans he was wearing to reveal a sizeable package straining his underwear. I got on my knees and pulled down his underwear with my teeth, sizeable was right. I immediately grabbed it with both hands, I couldn't fully wrap my hands around it, and started with a slow hand job. I talked up how big he was, how lucky I was to get to hold his cock, anything to inflate his ego. Eventually I put my lips on it to a very satisfied groan. I slowly pushed more and more of it into my mouth and had to stop once it hit my throat, I coughed a little and pulled out. I was ok, but I made sure he thought that he was just so big. I put my mouth back on it and got into a steady rhythm, eventually he grabbed my head and pushed his dick into my throat, I knew he would eventually and was ready for it. He wasn't the biggest I ever had in my mouth and I could deep throat pretty well, so I let him fuck my mouth for about 30 seconds, before he groaned to me, \"ugh, fuck, here it comes you lucky slut.\" I think he was the lucky one in this scenario, but he was the winner and I wanted him to tell everyone at work how amazing it was. I wanted the lust of all those men and women."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The house was absolutely infested with monsters. Horny goblin girls harassed you at night, bat girls waited for you to walk by before riding your face. Worst of all, you started to love it
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"content": "Nate wakes up before the crack of dawn. He still feels dizzy and hazy after having just been woken up by something moving on his bed. Nate stares at the pitch black ceiling, getting adjusted to the dark before looking under his sheets.\n\n\"Good morning mister, you can go back to sleep if you'd like. I can handle myself.\" Under the sheets he sees Jaw, the cute little goblin girl that probably has a crush on him. Then again, feels like everything in the house has a crush on him or wants to crush him.\n\n\"Jaw, it's like 4am. You can't just decide to barge in here this early. You're not even supposed to be in my house, period.\" Nate was rightfully pissed as he hadn't gotten a good night of sleep since he moved into this house. He wasn't even sure why he moved in since it's pretty secluded and crappy. \"Jaw, I swear to...\"\n\n\"Calm down mister, I won't bite~\" Before Nate could finish his sentence, Jaw had reached her small hand into his boxers and started rubbing his surprisingly awake member. She didn't know where she learnt that men have the most libido in the morning but she was going to take advantage of that.\n\n\"W-wait, Jaw...\" Nate almost exploded in more than one way, as his body was extremely sensitive in the morning. Upon hearing his quiet whimpers, Jaw snapped her fingers and requested backup. Another goblin quickly crawled under his sheets and pressed it's body against his.\n\n\"Miss me? Because I sure missed you mister~\" Right ontop of his chest was laying a goblin by the name of Craze. Unlike her name she was actually quite smart and even acted dominant most of the time while being significantly shorter than him. Ontop of being smart Craze had larger breasts than most other goblins, making her quite an anomaly.\n\n\"Hey, my tits are down here!\" She pressed her chest against his and started licking around his nipples. She loved to tease him, knowing he would squirm like a worm by the smallest touch.\n\nJaw felt a bit overshadowed, which was common while around Craze. \"Hey, don't forget about me mister!\" She finally pulled his boxers back, his throbbing cock bursting out and hitting Jaw right in the Jaw. It made an audible smack sound, loud enough to make Craze turn around and laugh at Jaw.\n\nJaw just pouted and wanted to take revenge for this humiliation. Of course she did so by opening her mouth wide open and swallowing his tip inside her tiny mouth. Jaw was ironically named that for having a small Jaw and a small mouth. Luckily that worked out her since her lips wrapped around his member tightly.\n\n\"E-excuse me mister... Can I j-join too?\" Nate turned his head to the right, his face bright red from getting teased by these goblins. Next to his bed was standing a cute and shy goblin by the name of Mist. Unlike Jaw and Craze who had approached Nate often with their devilish and exceedingly horny needs. Mist had always just sat back and watched.\n\nBut no matter what the three were doing, they were doing it together. So whenever Jaw and Craze were having fun with Nate, Mist would find a nice place nearby, sit down and touch herself while watching everyone else. Nate wasn't sure if this was a kink of hers or if she was just shy and horny, but this was the first time Mist had approached her about this kind of stuff.\n\n\"If you really want to, I'd be more than happy.\" The room went eerily quiet for a second as Jaw and Craze had stopped to hear Mist's answer. She was too embarrassed to say anything but silently nodded and got on her knees on the bed.\n\n\"This is your first time with all three of us and the first time for Mist, huh mister? Guess we gotta make this very memorable for the both of you\" Craze turned around and looked at Jaw. Before you knew it, they were doing rock paper scissors for something. Craze played paper and Jaw played rock, as she always does. Craze let out a small \"Yes!\" and got up.\n\nJaw hesitantly crawled up his body and looked Nate straight in the eyes. \"So unfair, why do I never get to be the one?\" Craze was giggling to herself and made her way off the bed and sat on the side. She slowly reached her hand to grab onto his, breathing heavily while doing so. She had gotten the right to hold his hand, which the goblins found more than lewd.\n\nCraze was heavily panting and breathing, sounding like she was about to pass out. Meanwhile Jaw was helping Mist with her first time. Mist was now sitting on his pelvis, his erect cock rubbing against her round ass. Jaw helped her out a bit and lifted Mist's lower body, placing it onto his hard impaler. In one swift insertion Mist had fully enveloped his cock inside her. She screamed loudly, which to everyone else sounded more like a loud whisper.\n\nJaw was envious watching Craze have thousands of internal orgasms by just holding his hand and seeing Mist losing her virginity. She decided to take the matters into her own hand and quickly made his way up the bed. She kissed his cheek, which felt indecent. \"Jaw, what are yo...\" Jaw got up and quickly turned around before she planted her wet slit on his face. \"Sorry, I said you could go back to sleep but I'm going to need some help~\"\n\nLuckily, this wasn't Nates first rodeo and as soon as he saw that glimpse of her behind, his tongue was ready to ravage her insides like a parasite. Mist had finally gotten the courage and strength to start moving, wanting to feel him more and more. She slowly started to move up and every movement was as painful as it was pleasurable. Her insides were melting by the sheer heat that his manly and throbbing cock radiated.\n\nJaw grabbed the hands of Mist and held them while they both rode Nate. Jaw's expression looked like she was saying \"You're doing great sis\", although neither of them could speak at the moment. They both started moaning, almost as if in unison, although Jaw way louder than Mist.\n\nThey were both very sensitive as this was an intense moment for both of them. They both felt their lower bodies ache as they started gyrating their hips. Soon after they both felt the floodgates open and they both came. Feeling his face get covered in Goblin Juice (TM) and feeling Mist's insides convulsing around her, he couldn't stop but to cum himself. Mist felt more than satisfied when she felt his hot and sticky semen enter her for the first time, and certainly not the last.\n\nThey all panted, Nate almost suffocating under Jaw before she got off. They all looked satisfied, atleast until sometime later in the day. \"Thanks for waking me up Jaw, and Mist of course... Wait, what about...\" Nate turned his head to his side and realised Craze had passed out from holding his hand so much. They all knew that Craze was the biggest slut among them but this was reaching new levels.\n\nNate looked at the clock and realised it was only 3 am, cursing under his breath. \"Mister, why don't you just go back to sleep. We'll take Craze with us.\" Nate thought for a second before coming to a conclusion. \"Actually why don't you three just sleep here with me.\" Mist and Jaw turned bright red and looked at eachother. \"M-mister, you're a real pervert\" Jaw looked almost disgusted that he would suggest something so indecent straight to them. They knew Craze would accept something like that but they were better."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After her regular weekly shift at the glory hole, while leaving from the parking lot at the same time, Amanda and Jim lock eyes and sparks fly. They awkwardly ask each other out for coffee, talk and hit it off, and they figure out she's been swallowing his cum every week for 3 months!
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"content": "The diner was large, but it was a cozy little place. It was as American as the flag that flew outside, the star spangled banner tinted orange in the golden dawn.\n\nSoft country music played from down the corridor of booths, sun color bouncing off the silver metals and red plastics. Only two or three patrons were within. A long legged girl in blonde pigtails was gracefully roller skating with coffee in hand, orbiting to the early risers and topping them up with a fresh batch of black and a plush lipped smile. One of them was younger than the others, a Jim Madison. Jim was a lanky man with smooth dark hair, wearing a white button up. To the waitress's secret delight, he had lovely shoulders and arms toned *just* the right amount to her tastes.\n\nJim was in one of the booths, isolated from the rest of the seats, far in the back. Nobody was sitting next to him, but there was someone sitting beneath him.\n\n\"Mandy! Mandy it's - \" He laughed, tone still pitched in disbelief. This was totally absurd, and though he tried to make his whisper serious, he couldn't keep the smile from his voice.\n\n\"Mandy, get out from under there before someone *sees*.\" \n\n\"Hush, I *need* to see.\" Her nimble touch was fumbling with his belt, and when he tried to flick her away, she smacked his fingers. Before he could stop her, the metal and leather were unclasped, and all that lay between her goal and her curious gaze were dark jeans and boxers.\n\n\"Just let me see it. I want to know if you're who I think you are.\"\n\n\"Mandy...\"\n\n\"This is a double date Jimmy, whether you like it or not.\" Before he could say another word, his pants were unbuttoned, his underwear pulled down, and his rapidly hardening slab of cock was exposed to the air. She worked quick, and given her choice of hobby, it wasn't much of a surprise. With a nervous glance, Jimmy checked where Mirabel, the waitress, was rolling about. When he looked down, his date's eyes were wide open in gleeful surprise.\n\n\"Oh. My. God. I one *hundred* percent recognize it.\" Her fingers, with those short nails painted in pink, wrapped around his cock. The touch was relatively cool, and with it's volume still soft the thing fit perfectly in her closed grasp. Slowly, she tugged it down, watching his foreskin slip under and expose his currently pink tip, and after examining him, she pulled him up, delicately stretching the flesh so she could inspect his balls. She nodded, seemingly satisfied.\n\n\"Okay, are you *done*?\"\n\nHer eyes glinted. \n\n\"Nope, there's still more I have to check.\"\n\n\"*What*? I thought you said you were one hundred perc-\" Simultaneously, she dropped her grasp on his soft growing potential, and caught it with her month. He gasped, his slowly swelling piece stuck between lips and laying lazily on top of tongue. It was so blissfully hot inside; where the air was cool and her palm warm, a pure heat of life emanated from within. Her tongue toyed with his shaft, swirling and spreading wetness all over the sensitive and unprepared flesh. Her hands dug into his thigh, and she pushed forward, burying her lips into the soft flesh of her base, tickling herself with his trim darkness of pubic hair.\n\nTheir gaze was in focused meeting, two delight flavored eyes, one pair of lips silently parted in a withheld moan, the other pair of lips wrapped around the object of Mandy's single most intense fascination. While she kept him in a continuous kiss, her tongue pushed forward and slipped between her cherry lip and his cock, sparing his balls any dryness while he slowly grew in her warm, wet, sexy little cock prison. She made a sound, and when he realized it was a *moan*, barely withheld for the sake of discretion, his whole body shivered. That surge of sexual energy and pleasure dove right into his thickening column, making him *throb*, bouncing the cock against the roof of her mouth and her drool spreading tongue.\n\n\"Mandy...\" He whispered, breaths quickly turning heavy while she *sucked*. His still not stiff stuffer of throats was pulled into that abyss, her powerful engine of pleasure tempting it to dive within. The pressure of her lips grew, and her cheeks tightened up. Slowly, she drew back, still sucking, sucking, sucking, tongue creeping along the length of his shaft, until just his head was left inside her. With a pop, she detached, and again she caught him in nimble fingers, with a steady rhythm of pumps quickened by the spit slick.\n\nHer cheeks were flush, her lungs pulling unsteady pants that puffed against his wet sensitive flesh. His cock was much bigger now, he'd been expanding in her mouth, soft cock slowly creeping deeper into her by its own measure. With her grasp wrapped around him, she'd have never two or three more fingers to completely hide his entire flesh, and he still wasn't fully hard. Her tongue was still draped over lip, but she pulled it back in to speak.\n\n\"It *looks* the same. I needed a taste. And there's something *else* I need to taste too.\" As she whispered, she kept pumping his dick, wet wet slicks quietly making their way from under the table to his ears. Without giving him time to respond, she slipped his tip back into the pressure of her lips, delicately sucking on his self exposed head while she slowly milked precum out of him with rhythmic pump. She sucked, hard, right on the ultra sensitive bright red bulb of his growing cock, hard enough he expected he might cum *far* sooner than either of them expected. \n\n\"Ma- Mandy.\" He tried to warn, and his hand came to her head, fingers softly sifting through her hair, begging her to back off. But she *knew* exactly how he worked; just when he thought it'd be too much, she relented, pulling off him with yet another pressure pop while her fingers held him *tight* at the base of his dick. He throbbed, desperate and body pleading by effect of that withheld attention. Unconsciously, his hip keened upward, cock searching for more, for *her*. She giggled as it bobbed up and down.\n\n\"You taste *so* fucking good.\" Her fingers were unmoving, gaze in the murky table kept darkness flicking from him to *it*. \n\n\"Mandy... we can't.\"\n\n\"Are you saying no? To more of *this*.\"\n\nHer pumping slowly started again. Those fiercely stiff fingers worked a bead of precum out of him, his nearly fully hard cock ready and weeping for more.\n\n\"No. I mean...\" Was this worth the risk? Nothing could pull his eyes from her beneath him, it was *so*, *so* much better to be able to *see* her while she sucked him. Everything about her was beautiful, from her giggle at his dumb jokes to her reckless sexiness, to the shine of her eyes under a dark table or that same shine when they brightened after a witty jab. \n\nHe couldn't hear Mirabel on her skates, he couldn't hear any patrons nearby, and honestly wasn't sure if he *cared* if they saw, or heard, or knew. He made a split second decision. \n\n\"Don't stop. Please.\" \n\nWith an open lipped smile, she dove back in."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At Camp Triplicity, the counsellors are always placed three to a tent to ensure no one does anything inappropriate. In practice, this just ensures spontaneous three-way sex after lights out.
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"content": "Marek waded out into the lake toward one of the canoes. Sarah and Clair were whispering quietly to each other about which of them would… something… they became silent as he approached. He took the knot and started dragging them toward the sandbank.\r \n“John said you camp out here often… by yourself?”\r \nMarek hummed a confirmation.\r \n“Apparently you can handle any of the beasts in these woods.” said the other.\r \nHe turned, holding the canoe steady but found two faces grinning at him, both extending a hand for him to help them out. He eyed both the teachers but they wore a mask of grinning teeth… he was getting nothing from them.\r \nHe looked at his two choices and lifted the side of the canoe, there was a scream and splash, the fibreglass much easier to drag on shore now that it was empty.\r \nThe two drowned teachers glared at him, ringing out their hair as he waded back into the lake toward the cheering of students. He took a fully laden canoe and brought it toward shore, one of the kids jumping onto his shoulder, another flopping face first into the water. \r \n“And here I was thinking you were a gentleman Marek!” said Claire while ringing out her shirt.\r \nThe bundle on his shoulder kicked and flailed in a laughing tangle of limbs.\r \n“Many hands…” he said, nodding back to the steady stream of canoes coming around the river bend. “...and you’re already wet now.”\r \nSarah started wading out into the lake, Marek nodded approvingly while detaching the clingon from his shoulder. Clair followed his glance and started rushing out, trying to get deeper than Sarah. He eyed the student now clung to his other arm wondering which needed more wrangling.\r \n“Miss Cummings said you’re a prince but someone hasn’t kissed you yet so you're still a frog.”\r \nMarek raised his eyebrows.\r \n“Which one is Miss Cummings?”\r \n“The Teacher!” they shouted through laughter, dropping to the riverbank and running off toward the campsite wholly unsupervised.\r \nHe eyed the teachers… they could handle it. He shook the water out of his hair and headed up toward the clearing and the sound of screaming students getting into the soft drink.\r \n\\-\r \nMarek listened carefully, there was a squeak of bats, the crackle of the flame, murmuring between the teachers and other guides, the crack of a bottle opening… and nothing else, all the students were silent in their tents.\r \nHe pulled the box of custard out of his bag and pulled up a stick. Eyes glittered his way as he pushed the coals off the cast iron pot hidden in the flames.\r \n“You sneaky… is there enough for us too?” asked Sarah.\r \nHe smirked, handing her the custard. “Shake it.”\r \nShe maintained an unusual level of eye contact as she did so. Claire slipped off her camping chair and sat on the log beside him to watch as he pulled the pot out with two coathangers.\r \n“What is it?”\r \nHe pulled out a dozen spoons from his bag. Firelight reflecting off the steel and catching all the eyes around the fire. He smirked, letting the moment hang.\r \n“Who said I was a frog?”\r \nHe glanced from Claire to Sarah, both their eyes wide, mouths opening and closing.\r \n“Claire!” “Sarah!”\r \nHe narrowed his eyes and fanned the spoons, offering them out.\r \n\\-\r \nMarek dashed the fire, shovelling sand onto the hissing coals and wandered slowly away from the mass of tents to his own hidden on the other side of the cars. There was a torchlight hitting the inside of his tent, he stepped on a few twigs and it winked out. He climbed inside feeling the welcome warmth. His bedroll lay in the middle of two teachers… he had an idea which ones.\r \nHe laid down and started counting… he got to twelve before an arse wriggled itself over toward his hip, like it was seeking warmth. A moment later a hand rested on his chest from the other side. We lips close to his ear.\r \n“You never picked,” said Claire.\r \n“No fair, we weren't going to talk.” grumbled Sarah by his right. She rolled over mirroring Claire, their bodies snuggling into his sides. He turned to Claire, his fingers at her chin, she opened her lips to kiss him, following his hand as he led her to Sarah. There was a quiet giggle of understanding and the two started kissing each other, their hands running down his chest. He slid out from beneath them sitting at the base of the tent, their dark eyes glittering at him before he brought their lips back together. Smooth naked thighs running over each other. He started stripping off to a round of giggling, Claire broke the kiss and started to crawl toward him. Sarah a moment behind. He caught her with a finger to her lips, his hand taking Sarah and guiding her back down to the sleeping bag. \r \nTwo lions and only a few flaming hoops to get them through.\r \nSarah lay down, her thighs opening. Claire followed his fingers down, kissing up Sarah’s thigh. Sarah bit down on her hand, stifling her moans but Claire took it as a challenge, running up between her thighs. The soft sounds of licking and sucking with Sarah's muffled moans. Claire’s arse arched up infront of him, his fingers teased at her thighs with a light touch. She followed his hand as he stroked closer to her sex but always pulling up short. Her knees following him across his bed roll. She sucked and lapped, driving Sarah into a frenzy. Sarah moaned, her head rising with his hand and finding Claire. She released the pent up need, gripping at the small of Claire's back and driving her tongue against her clit. The two teachers pushed to higher arousal and taking it out on each other. Their lips pausing to gasp out a moan before driving the other to cry out in response.\r \nMarek backed away slowly, hands unmoving, not wanting to disturb the carefully balanced scene. He slowly lay down on Claire's bedroll. His mind well practised at blocking out the sounds.\r \nHe could handle all the beasts in these woods."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a telepath, she tended to "absorb" sexual thoughts and arousal from the people around her. As an extremely attractive telepath, this made her very, very horny...
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"content": "You went to you favourite pub that night, as you always do on Fridays. It has a good beer selection, it's hard to find good stout in this area of the world yet this pub manages it. It's a good place to people watch too. Listening to rowdy man talking about sexual conquest just turned you on. Hearing the thighs on these women, the breasts, their moans and their everything was so exciting. You supposed there was also an element of picturing yourself in the place of that women and living vicariously. Sometimes they'd talk about male sexual conquests and for some reason that utterly confused you, you found that boring. You enjoy gay romance novels, even when they got graphic. You once heard a lesbian brag about a conquest and that really turned you on, but perhaps it was the novelty more so. By Hela, not many women admitted to being lesbians, it was such a travesty, but men completely ignored them and other women look at them with suspicion, you didn't get why.\n\nTonight, you saw something interesting. One woman, you didn't quite get why though. She seemed to go straight for the rowdiest three men in the place. She whispered something in one of there ears. \"I got a ton of lube back at my place,\" he replied back, and then she left with the three of them, leaving unfinished drinks.\n\nAnd so it continued like that in the next months, she would approach the loudest me, the ones speaking of their sexual conquest at ear splitting volume and leave with them. You couldn't help yourself, you thought about her more and more often.\n\nThen one day she approached you, \"is that the new oyster stout from the black stallion?\"\n\nYou replied back, \"how could you tell, that's amazing!\" And it was amazing, Black Stallion brewery was one dude in his garage, he didn't have the resources to make brewery merchandise. So instead you were sipping from a snifter glass with the Mutual Friend brewery logo on it. Any observer, even fairly knowledgeable ones would assume you would drinking the Mutual Friends oatmeal stout.\n\n\"I disappointed, Steve said you knew you're stuff when it came to beer.\" This remarked puzzled you, Steve was the bartender on most Fridays, did he point her in your direction? If so why? You wanted to get to the bottom of this but you felt you couldn't ask out right.\n\n\"Look for me, beer is just a hobby. It's a break for my job as a wine buyer, and I know my wine. If you want me to get you chardonnay that's actually been aged in oak barrels and not just put in a stainless steal tank filled with wood chips, I'm your gal.\"\n\n\"I prefer unoaked chardonnay.\"\n\n\"Me too! everyone around here thinks I'm nuts, but that's how they do it from where I'm from. It reminds me of home.\"\n\n\"Interesting, wine is fascinating, but I've always seen you in the corner watching and I wanted to know more.\"\n\nYou didn't know what to say, so you said nothing most people hate awkwardness and say anything to break that silence. It was about another 2 minutes before she spoke.\n\n\"Ok I'm sorry that's a lie. I'm a telepath ok, I can absorb sexual energy. I have never seen any place as filled with sexual energy as this place.\"\n\nYou were silent once more\n\n\"I've been working out what it is that made it that way. But every time I thought I found the source I'd go home with them and find it not to be case. You are, you are that source.\"\n\nThis time you were silent involuntarily. It was like she saw right through you. Did she know that you spent the previous silence fantasizing about pegging her. Did she know that on days off you took selfies of yourself wearing a strap-on, because it made you feel powerful?\n\n\"I'm sorry I haven't been with many women before, I don't know the etiquette.\"\n\nYou decided it would be unwise to tell her that you haven't been with many women either, so instead you said, \"Would you like to be?\"\n\n\"Yes I would definitely like to know about the etiquette of the WLW scene here.\"\n\nYou blush, \"No I mean, do you want to, you know, to date another woman?\"\n\n\"Well it's more about dating you, and it not just because you're a burning star of sexual desire, wait no bad phrasing I-\"\n\nYou waved her off, \"relax, I want to date you too, but if you don't mind I want to finish my drink.\"\n\n\"Go ahead.\"\n\n\"It's just really good, want a sip?\"\n\n\"Yes please,\" you pass the glass and she tasted it, \"that's nice, I was worried the oyster would make it gross but it adds a nice brininess to it.\"\n\n\"Not much for oysters?\"\n\n\"Oh no, I love them, I was just skeptical that it would add anything good to a beer.\"\n\n\"That's nice, because I wanted to take you home and have you taste an oyster I'm particularly fond of.\"\n\nShe went quiet, you started to panic, did you go too far? But then she giggled, \"What a coincidence, I also have an oyster that I want you to taste too.\" And at that moment you knew you two were made for each other."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Girl on a Leash" was the scavenger hunt item that would let her friend automatically win his fraternity's competition, so she decided to help him out. Surprisingly... She found herself getting turned on, being paraded around like that in her sexy outfit...
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"content": "“Where the fuck was the jellyfish?” cried Alice.\n\n“Clocktower.” said Simon with a smirk.\n\n“What! That’s bullshit. I’m not getting into a sorority with only 4 thingies.”\n\nSimon smirked at her. “You could get into a frat dressed like that.”\n\nShe grinned, arching her back, puffing out her chest and popping her ankle.\n\n“What? This old thing?” she said… in a short grey tartan skirt and white blouse that was now too small for her full breasts. Kneehigh socks completed the outfit, or maybe it was the straps of her g-string pulled up over her hips. Her old catholic uniform, slutted up for the event. Simon was boring, farmer hat and a piece of straw.\n\nShe kept her chest puffed out, enjoying the distraction it caused in him.\n\n“I’m fucked but why arent you looking still… you got like 12?”\n\n“17” he said.\n\n“17! You're practically done!”\n\n“I need 18 of 40 but the rest of these are indecipherable. ‘Sasquatch where the antlers roam and highholm cometh’... I got nothin’.”\n\n“There has to be an easy one, let me see your list.” she said.\n\nShe rolled down the complex phrases, her eyes drawn to a simple short one.\n\n“Girl on a leash… What's the twist on that one? There is no clue where to find it.”\n\n“I think it’s just a girl on a leash.” said Simon.\n\n“Then duh! Throw a leash on me and you're done!”\n\nHe flushed red, eyes only glancing toward her.\n\n“Stop being a prude and take the win!” she cried, pushing his shoulder.\n\n“There has to be a-”\n\nShe clapped a hand over his mouth. “I’m fucked.” she said, nodding his head. “But you’re not.” she nodded him again and held his chin, flapping his mouth as she spoke.\n\n“Alice, please help me win this thing.”\n\nShe spoke as herself now.\n\n“I’m not getting into one but it just hurts knowing you could have, and turned it down.”\n\n“Will you help me?” he asked.\n\n“Yes!” she said, tossing the handful of plastic giblets she had collected and dropping to her bag. He eyed her, her face turning bright red when she pulled out a leash and collar.\n\n“Shut up.” she said and handed it to him.\n\nShe lifted the hair from her neck and raised her chin.\n\nHe threaded the strap around her neck and secured it at the nape, lifting the leash and clicking it through the loop. They paused, his hand at her neck, their eyes locked on eachother. She bit her lip and gave him a shove toward the door.\n\n“Go go go”\n\nShe ran behind him, the leash held only with his fingers in case either of them tripped over. She felt her cheeks warm, as faces watched them, the occasional hoot reaching her ears. They navigated the labyrinthine passages of an unfamiliar architecture an Australian didn’t understand and had no internet access to look up. Eyes followed them the whole way.\n\nHe came to an abrupt halt at the end of a line, standing in 8th place. A senior eyed Simon, his eyes flicking to Alice. She was the only ‘girl on a leash’ there. The other applicants held handfuls of plastic giblets, their eyes forward.\n\n“The girl on a leash… the girl is a pet girl not some random bimbo you conned into this stunt.”\n\nSimon held his position, unmoving, staring down the senior. Alice dropped to her knees on all 4’s and made a ‘ruff’ sound causing a round of smirk’s from the other applicants.\n\nIt was a whim to stick up for Simon but now she was stuck there, she wanted to tug her skirt down to cover her arse better, the cool breeze running over her warming thighs. She heard murmurs and felt eyes on her but the senior glared so she glared right back, unmoving, fuck that guy.\n\nSimon had punched out her X… she could endure a little of… was there a word for whatever the fuck this was?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your neighbor has spent years in a depressive state, but she's finally found medicine that works! She's been working out, losing weight, and her sex drive is coming back in full force. Maybe you'd be kind enough to help her catch up on lost time...?
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"content": "It just sort of happened…\n\nMy neighbor had always kept to herself. No one really knew much about her but everyone said she seemed friendly enough. One day during the summer as I was leaving for the gym she asked if she could join me. I said sure, and hit the gym. The first couple of days she just watched I guess taking mental notes on what to do. As w hung out more we started to open up. \n\nShe revealed that she had never had a successful relationship, and had a hard time holding onto one job. She told about the depressive episode it cause as she approached fifty and felt like her life still wasn’t together. The medicine she had recently started taking was what spurred her to start making changes. \n\nIn turn I opened up about my own troubles with college and relationships as well as my struggle to figure out my sexuality. We were supportive of each other. We had grown s friendship that benefited both of us…then things got out of hand one day. \n\nAs we sat in her house having a nice quiet lunch after a day in the gym I started noticing things. Her smile that lit up the room, the way her green eyes shone, the body the beguiled her age. I think she started noticing some things too…\n\nShe kissed me…it should’ve stopped there. But I kissed her back, next thing I know our tongues are intermingling as our hands developed a mind of their own and began to explore the others body. The sweat didn’t matter, the fatigue disappeared, it was just us. \n\nHer clothes came off slowly as did mine. We apparently moved to the couch but I guess I was on a high at that point. Her body was so warm. The moans as my tongue danced around her nipples was almost too much to bear. My cock throb against her wet pussy. We shared a brief cautionary glance before our lips locked again…I slid inside her. She was tighter then I expected but the only thing on my mind was pleasuring her. Twenty minutes passed…we were lost in our ecstasy. \n\nOur bodies rhythm synced up like we were old familiar lovers. Thrust after gentle thrust, our moans duetted in the quiet living room, we were both so close. I pulled out just to avoid risking an even bigger mistake. She smiled though, my warm cum resting gently on her pelvis. I couldn’t leave wanting more. My fingers found her hole and finished the job. \n\nWe didn’t see each other for a few days after that. But the next time we did, the same thing almost happened. We talked first, about our age differences about the other day and neither of us cared. Five months later, we’re happily dating and loving every minute of the others company."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He won a vacation to an exclusive resort that offered in room "companionship". He was shocked when his promised horny, busty companion turned out to be his tomboy friend from home. So *this* was her summer job...
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"content": "(no actual sex, might come back for that. Also somehow posted with the wrong account the first time)\n\nI opened the hotel room giddily, excited to meet her. As soon as I came in, a gentle wave of cinnamon perfume greeted me. I smiled and noticed her sitting at a vanity in a yellow sundress, quickly putting last-second touches on her makeup.\n\n\n\"Hello, am I interrupting?\"\n\n\nShe demurely stood and turned with a dazzling smile. \"Hiya-AhH!\" Her demeanor dropped in shock. \"Jason!?\"\n\n\n\"...Carrie?\" The voice tipped me off but my brain was still reconciling her face. While she had on a picture on the site, I realized I'd never seen her in makeup or with her hair that short and dyed crimson. Thinking of the site then led me to realize it might look like I chose her on purpose. Raising my hands, I said, \"I had no idea...\"\n\n\nShe ran her hand through her hair in a familiar way, cheeks half as red as her hair. \"Yeah, I, uh, know it's a new look. Was trying to hide...\"\n\n\n\"Well, it worked!\" I laughed, rubbing my face. \"Huh, you know, I should've suspected *Cherry* was a fake name.\"\n\n\nShe laughed half-heartedly. \"Well, I'm glad you think this is funny... I guess it is, at least I can skip the ice break-\" Her eyes went a little wide as more things processed. \"Wait, you paid for...\" She trailed off but I knew she was talking about the escort aspect, understandably uncertain about taking a friend on as a client. \"Uhhh, maybe I could get someone to switch,\" she said without confidence; it seemed clear that would be, at best, very difficult.\n\n\n\"Hey, it's all right... I mean, I'm not an expert on, er, 'companionship', but I wasn't expecting anything guaranteed...\" She didn't seem too reassured. \"I mean, it's still a vacation, a beautiful resort- and I know I'd have fun hanging out with you, much better deal than the 'companion' thing.\"\n\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\n\"Absolutely, it's like a break, right? Just don't turn the charm all the way off.\"\n\n\n\"Oh shut up. Let's go to the pool, I need a drink.\"\n\n\nI unpacked a little and chose a suit to change into. I decided against the speedo I'd bought on a lark and went with fashionable shorts trunks. I'll admit I had fantasies of impressing back when I packed for the trip. When I came out she'd already headed out, impatient as always. It took a second, but I spotted her vibrant hair at the bar. Any annoyance drifted away when she handed me a large daiquiri.\n\n\n\"Thanks,\" I say then sip, sighing with enjoyment. After a few beats, I say. \"So...\"\n\n\n\"Yeah, I'm sure you have a shit ton of questions...\"\n\n\n\"Yeah, a few... I could try and pace them out. Though I guess this explains why you haven't been around lately.\"\n\n\nShe sighed. \"Yeah, I'm sorry I bent the truth to you guys...\" I shrugged. To be fair, she did say she got a job in Hospitality, wasn't really a lie. \"I didn't want to be judged.\"\n\n\n\"Really?\" I stirred it over. \"I mean, yeah, it's surprising, but it seems like a sweet gig. I imagine decent money, resort stay, free drinks... Lots of attention\" She blushed a little at the last part. While she was usually unassuming, I had seen hints of her inner diva at karaoke and formal events.\n\n\n\"Something like that...\" She smiled.\n\n\n\"How is the, er, *room service* aspect?\" I said, slightly pleased with myself.\n\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"I don't mind it...\" She shrugged. \"It's fun making people happy. They're not always great but their hearts in it.\"\n\n\nI nodded. \"I get that, that's cool... What's the weirdest thi-\"\n\n\nShe cut me off with a hand on the front of my face. \"Nope. Way too sober for those details.\" I followed as she started to walk around the pool deck, surveying her kingdom like a lioness. The resort catered to couples, and there was a bit of variety of clientele. As we passed them, Carrie gave familiar smiles and nods to the staff but also got subtle acknowledgment from a couple of the women lounging. \n\n\n\"Ohh, are they...?\" I whispered, realizing one was familiar from the companion match site. \"your *coworkers?*\"\n\n\n\"I can't tell you.\" We passed a little old man having sun lotion massaged onto his bald head by a radiant blonde woman. She full-on waved to Carrie with a goofy smile. \"Well, all right, guess that one's obvious. Plus Mort's pretty carefree.\" We sat down at the edge of the pool and people watched. As the drink got lower her lips got a little looser. She regaled me with the awkward moments, the funny dicks, Mort's love of being pegged.\n\n\n\"Phew, I don't know if its the stories but I need to get in the water,\" I said, slowly lowering myself over the edge. \"Oh, yup, way better.\" She looked interested but conflicted for some reason, still in her dress. I watched as she stood up and turned around towards a table. She lifted her dress off and treated me to her enormous, minimally covered ass. My mind frazzled as she pulled the tiny yellow thong a little higher, causing wonderful ripples. Tipsy, I involuntarily went, \"whoa.\" She spun around to give a dirty look, but that just caused infinitely more jiggling. \"Sorry, I was surprised.\"\n\n\nShe shook her head. \"How's this for a surprise?\" she said running and cannonballing the hell out of me. I was too busy gawking at her bouncy run to shield myself at all, it was devastating. This led to a short but very childish splash fight until we both were overwhelmed by the amount of water in our faces. As we coughed and laughed, I felt her hands on my shoulders. Almost too late I realized she was trying to dunk me. I grabbed her back, trying to sweep her leg with mine. We both plunged under, wrestling without a clear win condition.\n\n\nEventually, we disengaged, having rolled into shallower water. Panting, we eyed each other from a safe distance like dogs. Against my better judgment, I pointed to her left strap inching off her shoulder, threatening a wardrobe malfunction. \"Careful.\"\n\n\nWithout breaking eye contact she yanked it back into place. \"All part of the strategy.\"\n\n\n\"Would be pretty distracting...\" I said. She smirked and with an exaggerated lip bite, slowly slid the strap back off her shoulder. As my heart stopped, she lunged and in a flash, I was under again. I slapped her arm in surrender and she slowly relented.\n\n\n\"You give up? You done?\"\n\n\n\"...you started it!\" I said incredulously.\n\n\n\"Nah, bitch, I finished it.\" She let go and walked up the stairs towards the bar. Once more I was gifted the wonderful sight of her adjusting her thong, which again really did it for me for some reason. \n\n\n...\n\n\nWhen we got back to the room, I headed into the bathroom and called first shower. \n\n\n\"Wait, but I need to wash my hair!\" she said in the doorway.\n\n\nI clicked my tongue as I leaned in to turn it on. \"Well, there are two showerheads,\" I teased, before going in and closing the glass door. I took off and hung my suit, then embrace the luxurious pressured stream. I got so lost in the sensation I almost didn't register the movement of her outside the glass. Over my shoulder I watched her come in and go to the faucet behind me and strip, back turned. \"Jeez, must be damn good table...\"\n\n\n\"You bet your round little ass it is,\" she said, hurriedly lathering herself.\n\n\nI chuckled. \"Sure, little in comparison,\" I said, then bumped it into hers. She cackled in surprise.\n\n\n\"Focus, mother fucker,\" she chided. A short while later her faucet squeaked off. \"Hurry up,\" she said, gently whipping me with her bikini as she left. I instinctively turned and caught the briefest flash of a dark areola before she was gone. I exhaled, hoping upon hope that wouldn't be all I saw. \n\n\nI finished up, reached out for a towel and came out. She drying her hair, clothed somewhat unfortunately, but her tight little green dress made the disappoinment very temporary. I slid by and dressed in the bedroom. She popped in mid way and said, \"I'll meet you down there, you'll find me...\" then hurried off. A few minutes later, I went out to the outdoor dining floor. I finally found her at the farthest table, closest to a small cliff edge overlooking the beach. As we finished eating, the sky was pink-orange as the sun crested breathtakingly below the horizon. \n\n\n\"Wow.\"\n\n\n\"See? Best view in the whole place, wanted to make sure you saw it.\"\n\n\n\"Oh that's... Really sweet.\" She shrugged with what seemed feigned humility. \"Romantic even.\" \n\n\nShe rolled her eyes and laughed. \"Nope, just nice.\"\n\n\n\"Haha just checking... Well, completely unromanically, I gotta say that dress looks fucking amazing...\"\n\n\n\"Are you about to hit me with 'it'd look better on the floor?'\"\n\n\n\"No...but I mean, it couldn't hurt to check, right?\" I said, eyes gliding down her cleavage as I take a sip of wine. \n\n\n\"You little perv.. \"she said as I felt her calf start to rub against mine. She glanced around with a glint in her eye, then semi casually slid a strap off her shoulder and let one free. Her areola and nipple were fairly large but proportional to her plump breast. It was absolutely mouthwatering. \"Oops,\" she said, unhurriedly fixing it and peering into my soul. Her foot teased higher and higher up my leg. \"So... You hungry for dessert?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A well endowed milf finds a confused young werewolf. Beeing a nympho, she happily takes care of the beasts need to breed.
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"content": "Wolf Mother\n\n\"You poor thing.\" Gretta said with a coo as she knelt to the terrifying beast. \"Help me get this poor baby into the heated barn.\"\n\n\"But mom, that's a huge wolf. It's probably dangerous.\" Diana argued with her mother's compassion. \"Plus it just ate our best cow.\" \n\n\"So it won't harm you. It's full.\" Gretta lifted the beast by his head while her daughter grabbed lower. \"And it's not just a wolf. Its a werewolf.\" As she made the revelation they rotated his body and the young women got an eye full of his hanging genitalia. They brought the bloody wolf man into the barn and placed him in a nice warm stall. Gretta ordered her daughters to get her a warm blanket, a rag, and a bucket of warm water.\n\n\"Mom, this is dangerous.\" Diana begged as she hauled the warm water bucket in.\n\n\"No, he's not. I have dealt with these before. He just needs something that they will keep looking for the next few nights if I don't give it to him.\" The buxom older woman explained as she peeled off her winter coat. \"You two should go into the house and don't worry I'll be fine.\" The girls almost stayed to argue but they didn't want to argue while their mother stripped.\n\nGretta began to clean the sticky blood from the Wolfman's fur once her whole curvy form was exposed. Her pale skin contrasted against his dark fur as she worked. He began to move more once she got to his large cock. It reacted to her gentle touch. \"There, there big boy. You just need a mother's touch.\" \n\nHer experienced mouth brought him to full hardness. \"You're just looking for someone to make a mother aren't you.\" Gretta shushed his canine whimpers. \"I got you. As a mother, the thing I'm best at is making babies.\" She slung her leg over his hair hips and lowered herself to the tip of his engorged rod. Her palms went flat against his heaving chest, and he started to pant as he felt her tightness close in on him.\n\nShe rode the creature at a slow pace, but it didn't take long for him to release a load into her. His clawed hands carefully gripped her soft hips and held her in place. Her heavy tits waved side to side as she whispered soothing words to him.\n\n\"That's it, give momma everything.\" A hand caressed his cheek. \"You don't gotta run around killing. You can just give me a wolf baby.\" \n\nBy time the dawn came around, the beast had transformed back to a man and Gretta was left alone, a satisfied mess. She knew the wolf would be back. It was only the first night of the full moon and now that he knew where to get what he wanted she knew he would be back."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Bi-confusion + femboys
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"content": " - A femboy knight rescues a princess from an evil wizard. On the way home, he discover she's actually a femboy prince, and the prince though *he* was a woman. They both insist they're definitely not gay, buuuuut, maybe it doesn't count if they do it in the woods where no one ever finds out.\n\n - A femboy engineer finds an advanced dickgirl sexbot in the trash, and sets to work repairing her. At first he's scared of her throbbing monster cock, but over the course of her repairs, she sweet talks him into taking her for a spin.\n\n - Hank Blastoff, action hero for hire, and baddest motherfucker around, discovers the bodacious spy babe working with him on this mission has a dick bigger than he does, and it's making him feel some things he can't one-liner his way out of.\n\n - Is it gay to have sex with two future versions of yourself who are different genders, who have come back in time to convince you to commit to a gender and become one of them?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A gamer girl does a special 420 brand deal on her stream. Of course, The friends she had over to collab didn't realize just how cuddly and horny edibles make her...
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"content": "It was now 90 minutes since they had taken the edibles. Time to turn the stream on. Clara called Valerie and Peter, who were still chilling in her living room, over to her streaming setup. \"Hurry up guys, it's about to kick in, I can already feel it. I really need to be coherent for the initial ad read, or they're gonna give me hell!\"\n\nShe had set up a small couch next to her gaming chair, so her friends could sit in front of the webcam as well. When they all settled down, she opened her OBS and clicked \"start stream\". Her intro screen rolled, and after the first hundreds of viewers rolled in, she switched scenes. \"Hi guys!!! Thanks for tuning in today. As some of you might know from my insta post, today is a sponsored stream, I have partnered with Jary Mane for 420!\"\n\nClara continued with the ad read, telling her viewers about the edibles they had taken, where they could get them, how good they tasted and how they had 15mg of THC in them per serving. Then she started to interview Valerie and Peter on what they think about the product and started a more casual chatting stream, waiting for the edibles to kick in, which is when the second ad segment would start.\n\nAt first, she didn't notice the message pings in her discord. But after they talked about the brownies again and how 15mg is a great dose for users with some tolerance, her discord blew up. Clara opened the message thread, it was from the Jary Mane marketing guy. Her heart sank. The messages were just him repeating a correction: The actual THC content per brownie was 150mg, not 15. She had missed the zero. She panicked - they had all taken way too much.\n\nClara tried not to let anyone notice her distress, and tried to focus on the stream. Maybe they would be able to get through it, they only had to keep streaming for another 35 minutes based on her contract. It hadn't fully kicked in yet, so she was able to keep her composure and quickly closed the messages again, hoping her friends hadn't seen them.\n\nShe simply continued - \"well Val, what about you? When and how have you started your journey with weed?\" Luckily, everything went well for now. Valerie and Peter took over and made her feel comfortable. She had pretty much forgotten the problem at hand five minutes later. While they were talking about their very first time smoking, she felt it. Her euphoria went through the roof, and she was suddenly very aware and thankful of the great friends she had, and the fact that they were so nice to help her with the sponsored stream.\n\nValerie, her best friend for over four years, who she literally shared everything with and who was always there for her. Peter, the only other streamer in her friend group, who was usually incredibly supportive and one of the nicest guys she had ever met. Within minutes, she was completely overwhelmed by the high, and only felt happiness for being with these great people.\n\nAfter Peter had finished his own story of how he tried to hide the smell of weed after his first time smoking by brushing his teeth nine times, Clara laughed and stood up from her gaming chair. \"Can you guys scoot over? I wanna sit with you, it's much cozier that way!\" The couch was quite narrow, so it was a tight fit. She was squeezed in the middle between her friends, but loved the feeling of being so close.\n\n\"Isn't this just great? Chat, don't you also love the feeling of doing edibles with your friends, and just living in the moment? It's the best.\" Her Twitch chat definitely agreed, spamming lots of heartwarming emojis. \"Clara, I got to say, you and your community are just so wholesome and nice, I really love what you built up\", Valerie threw in. Clara felt moved to tears. \"Awwww Val, I just love youuuuuu! You're always soooo nice, I just want to kiss your face!\"\n\nVal snuggled up to her, and Clara couldn't resist and gave Val a quick kiss on the side of her cheek. \"Mwah! Youre just the best. You of course too, Peter!\" She leaned over and hugged Peter tightly. Her Chat was now racing, first with lots of heart emojis, but then it switched to more text. Valerie leaned forward to read it. \"They .. they're asking 'NO KISS FOR PETER?', hahahha\". \"Calm down shippers, shes not kissing me\", he instantly interjected. \"Why not though?\" Val threw in. \"Clara kissed me, and we're just friends either. No big deal, right?\"\n\nUsually, she would have taken that comment as a joke and just shrugged it off, but not today. She was so euphoric, and felt so safe in Peters warm embrace, that she did not care what anyone thought. She really wanted to show him how much she appreciates him as a guyfriend - so she grabbed his neck and planted a forceful, long peck on his left cheek. Immediately she noticed that in her euphoria, she was a bit over eager and had definitely pushed her lips onto the edge of his mouth. Clara first noticed Peter recoil a bit, but he couldn't escape her grasp, and right before she pulled back she felt him kiss her back a little.\n\nShe hoped her viewers hadn't noticed, and was really flustered, but acted like nothing weird had happened. Unlucky for her, Valerie definitely noticed, and did not have any of it. \"WAIT, he gets a real kiss? What about me, now I feel neglected!\", she shouted while frowning. Maybe that was also a joke, maybe it wasn't - Clara was too far gone to make any decent judgement call. She let her arms off Peter, turned around to her dramatic friend, and went in for the kiss. \\[tbc...?\\]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When he wished his crush would find him sexier, he didn't realize she preferred girls...
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"content": "Nova hadn't regretted spending all of his summer money on the wish stone, even knowing it's limitations due to it's low grade, because he now knew what to use it for.\n\nValerie was the college's star track athlete, setting new records for the track and for love. She was taller than most guys, her dusky skin glistened like diamond mine's wall when she worked up a sweat. Her rough face made her look like a sexy tiger, her scars reinforcing the image and adding to her beauty. Her short brunette hair like a lion's mane, showing off her brilliant blue eyes. Her muscles and dominate cocky attitude giving her the regal aura of an amazonian queen.\n\nNova knew he wasn't the only guy or girl to crush on Valerie, but he felt like he would get a great chance with the wish stone. \n\nHe undressed and stood in front of his mirror. His pale skin and frail build was definitely doing him no favors. He wasn't really attached to his body, not really having a preference in what sort of body he had, that combined with how wrong it felt to use the stone's power on someone he liked (even if it was a high enough grade to do so), made his wish easy and clear.\n\n\"I wish to be sexier for Valerie Heartfield, sexy enough that she finds me a 10/10 in her strike field\"\n\nThe stone pulsed and glowed, growing hotter in his hand. Then it started to dissolve, it's white ash swirling around him. Once it was all ash, those ashes went on top on his skin then soaked into him.\n\nHe immediately felt very warm every where. A few parts in pain, but most was actually a strong sexual arousal. He then could both see and feel himself shrinking. As he was shrinking, his shoulders were also shrinking, narrowing. His arms and legs were also becoming thinner, more delicate. His hips on the other hand was widening and thickening. \n\nHis hair started to lengthen and overflow as his dark drown hair lightened up a little to become dark red. His eyesight becoming fuzzy for a second then clearing to show his formerly brown eyes were now a shining emerald green. His face itched like crazy as it softened and fattened up his cheeks and lips.\n\nThen all the changes made sense as he immediately felt before he saw his penis shrinking as his chest and ass started swelling. He felt an intense surge of pleasure that almost knocked him over. Then as he lost another inch, the pleasure hit him again, this time actually knocking him onto his bed. The third time knocked him out as he saw pure white from the intense orgasm that shook his whole body."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the test revealed his unique power to be ultimate mind control, everyone assumed it was only a matter of time before he became a supervillain. So when the world's #1 superhero asked that he be delivered to her palace of solitude, he was naturally apprehensive & gagged. Then .....
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"content": "He closed his eyes, hummed a low note for a moment. Then opened his eyes. \"Okay, done.\" \n\nHis superheroine \"captor\" glanced around, \"Really? I don't feel any different.\" \n\n\"Of course not really! I have a bad reputation as it is, just *having* this stupid power. What, did you think you could just undo a lifetime of this shit just like that?! \n\n\"I'm not going to completely throw my life away just because you asked nicely. Do what you will. Haul me in front of a Court of Supers, where we'll *both* be forced to tell the truth, and you'll get in major trouble for hauling me away for no reason. Keep me imprisoned and I'll fucking destroy you in the same court anyway. \n\n\"What's your endgame here? I'm so fucking confused. You're supposed to be the '#1 superhero in the world' according to Supers Magazine, but this is the best plan you could come up with??? \n\nShe didn't respond for a moment while you finished and seethed at the sheer stupidity of the plan. When she broke the silence, her voice was level but cautious. \"I know how this must look. Oh god, I know how this *is*. Give me a chance to explain.\" \n\nHe rolled his eyes, fully expecting some BS explanation about how \"it was the only way\" or \"I couldn't be seen in public with someone like you\" or whatever. Well, it's not like he's going any where, so he might as well hear it. \n\n\"I know it probably doesn't seem like I'm doing you any favors, but, as you pointed out, you already have a bit of a reputation. Now, I know that you haven't done anything to deserve it, that it's purely because of the power you were born with. And you're also right that it isn't fair. \n\n\"You were being watched by the council because of your power. Due to a threat that went around the council a while ago... well, that's already classified information so I won't tell you much more other than to say that my palace here is a much nicer place than where they were going to take you.\" \n\n\"Oh, well, thank you so much for your gracious hospitality. These ropes and chains are really top-notch,\" he quipped in response. \n\n\"I know, know. I... can't let you leave, so as long as you promise to stay here, I'll unbind you. Will you promise?\" \n\n\"Yeah, sure, I promise. What makes you thinks I'll keep that promise?\" \n\n\"Because I know you will. Like I said, I know you're not the villain they're making you out to be. I know you're being treated unfairly because you're actually a very good person. Some people think it's just an act, but I don't agree. \n\n\"And that's kind of brings us back to where we started, but let me get those bindings off now.\" \n\n\"Oh good, I was hoping we wouldn't just casually skip over the whole 'make me a cumslut' thing. I have to say, I-\" \n\nHe was cut short as his captor, rather than untie him, simply ripped right through the ropes and chains. He knew her powers as well as anyone did: super flexibility, super strength, and super endurance. Classic. But it still surprised him. \n\n\"Sorry, you were saying?\" \n\n\"Uh, right. Um. Yeah, I have to say, I'm still really confused about that part.\" \n\nIt's difficult for him to be intimidated. A lifetime of bullying and knowing how to avoid serious injury without provoking more will do that. But... that was intimidating as fuck, even if she didn't mean for it to be. \n\nSpeaking of whom, she was now sat down, looking... embarrassed! Supers Magazine's #1 Superhero, embarrassed, in her own palace! By this relative schmuck of a supervillain-to-be, no less. \n\n\"Okay, look. I know this is incredibly forward, but this is the only shot I have at this for who knows how long. I... um... have a kink, of sorts. I...\" she took a steadying breath. \"I want to be someone's mind-controlled cumdump. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I think I just want a break from it all. All the expectations and responsibility. Sometimes I just want to be... nothing. Treated like nothing, and used for someone else's pleasure. \n\n\"Obviously, there are plenty of supers with mind control, but they're all either villains, or the mind-control isn't total.\" \n\n\"I see. And that's why you need me, I presume. Because I have total mind control powers, and I'm such a goody-two-shoes that I wouldn't do anything to seriously harm you?\" \n\n\"Because I know I could trust you. I don't think you could harm me physically, even if you tried. But you can hurt me mentally. I want you to. I just need to know that you won't keep me under you when I'm needed. I need to trust that you'll let me go when duty calls. That you won't sabotage the safety of the world to keep me. Frankly, I didn't think such a person would exist that would have the right power, the right temperament, and the willingness. You have 2 out of the 3. So... what do you think?\" \n\n\"I uh... I need to think about it.\" \n\nShe nodded, and promptly stood up. \"I understand. You're free to roam the palace. Any area you're not allowed will not open, so any door that opens for you will permitted. If you need me, use the intercom next to the nearest door. It should be easy enough to work out. \n\n\"Or, if you really agree to my proposition, I'm sure you have other ways of getting my attention. \n\n... \n\nThat... was stupid, wasn't it. I'll... let you think now.\" \n\nWith a mighty jump, she launched herself no less than 6 stories up to a balcony and strode off, leaving her \"prisoner\"."
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"content": "A very short woman (thinking 4' 7\" or 4' 9\") is looking at an apartment listed as size accessible- only to find that it is aimed at people significantly taller than average, with some minor concessions to cohabitation with averaged sized individuals- She is going to pass on the whole thing, when the next applicant shows up and she is the most gorgeous woman she has ever seen, and the hugest, over 7', who loves the place but can't afford it on her own.\n\nThe first woman offers to be roommates, caught up in her attraction. So then we see them living together, the firs woman having to work around a place built oversized for most people, much less herself, constantly struggling with simple tasks even more than usual, and just as constantly being helped by her roommate in ways that only draw attention to their size difference, and her beauty."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] And you thought getting no rare drops was the worst thing that could happen to you. Before you could finish reading the stats your new armor had you bound, gagged, and unbelievably horny!
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"content": "I eyed the armour that sat in front of me. It was constructed of leather and dragon scale, too high level material for this area. My first thought was bait. Some bandit is gonna burst out and rob me. Or it was a mimic. That has happened to me twice..thrice actually.\n\nI knelt down, i’ve dealt with mimics and bandits before and this was easily worth the hassle. I carved a fire trap rune into my casting book and ripped the paper, setting it in the snow. If it was bandits, i could bait them into it. If its a mimic…well it wont like the fire that’s for sure.\n\nI knelt down to it, placing my hand against the scales. Level 500. Negates 150 points of blunt damage and…the menu disappeared. I realised it had latched to my body and in its place sat my level 30 breast plate.\n\nThe dragon scale tightened on my body, becoming skin tight. The armour forcing my hands behind my back and locking them in place. Suddenly leather wrapped around my head and covering my mouth.\n\nThis wasn’t good, I was dead for and this run was over. I try to roll onto the fire trap, setting it off in a blaze. Of coarse the high level armour didn’t get destroyed by fire. Admittedly it did its job because i didn’t feel a thing. Suddenly the armour started buzzing, sending vibrations through my whole body. My breasts buzzing as the armour spread down. The buzzing starting on my clit and I feel myself become hopelessly wet. This was really good.\n\nThe armour spread further and as it did I got so much hornier. The vibrations send my body and mind to heaven. Each inch of my body it covers is another nerve ending being stimulated by the subtle movements of the dragon scale. My body building towards that release as the armour is almost covering my whole body. My whole body jerks forward and my legs thrust out as my whole body is in euphoria, my mind flooded with pleasure as the armour covers my eyes, sealing me in."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Deciding that they might as well get comfortable with each other if they're going to be spending so much time together, an elf decides to introduce her orc bodyguard to the fringe benefits of the job...
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"content": "“Why leave your clan?”\n\nGarhanrr shrugged, looking from the slim elf back to the fireplace of the inn. It was late and they were the only travelers at the inn this night, giving them the run of the place after the innkeeper and his wife retired for the night.\n\n“Pointless fighting for honor they never kept. Watched my brothers die for grains we couldn’t even eat.”\n\n\nAiliana nodded, staring at the fire herself. “Weren’t there moments that made it hard to leave?”\n\n\nGarhanrr nodded, “of course, yet those moments never lasted.”\n\n\nAiliana smiled, glancing over at her hulking bodyguard. “Like what?”\n\n\nGarhanrr didn’t respond, his eyes drifting over her briefly before returning to their focus on the fire. The hint was clear enough.\n\n\n“Why choose to be a guard for hire then? Wouldn’t there be more rewarding jobs that might still fetch you those kind of… moments?”\n\n\n“It’s nice to not have the militia hunting me.”\n\n\nAiliana nodded, “there are other benefits, for being a personal guard.”\n\n\nGarhanrr grunted, staring into the fire before responding with slight confusion, “like what?”\n\n\nAiliana stood, gracefully coming between Garhanrr and the fire. “Would you like me to dance for you?”\n\n\nGarhanrr stared at her in surprise, blinking several times before he let his gaze wander, taking in the thin and nearly transparent dress she wore, her bare thighs emerging from the bottom of it and her small but firm breasts mostly visible, the dresses wide v-neck opening stopping just next to her areolas.\n\n“You think that wise?”\n\n\nShe smiled reassuringly, tracing her hands up her sides and beginning to slowly gyrate her hips in a circular motion.\n\n“How could I expect you to defend my life with your own, if you have no reason to care for my safety?”\nShe danced slowly towards him, spinning a full circle that twirled the fringes of her dress up and outwards, momentarily putting herself on full display for him.\n“Or defend my body, when you have no use of it yourself?”\n\nHer dancing drew closer, until she was standing between his knees, a mischievous grin on her face as she continued to sensually move herself for his enjoyment.\n\n“Or mayhaps I might tempt you for too long and see you lose your restraint, taking me on terms that are not my own?”\n\n\nGarhanrr growled, a slight frown on his face interrupting his enjoyment of the beautiful elf’s movements. “We are not all savages, I have no issue restraining myself.”\n\n\nAiliana giggled, her body so close her outer thighs touched the insides of his legs with every movement.\n“So if I dance like this for you, teasing you.” She twisted about, bending at the waist and brushing her thinly covered rear over the bulge in his pants, “and then did nothing more, you would not seek to have me?”\nShe glanced over her shoulder at him, her mischievous smile ever present as she continued to move her ass upon him.\n“You would just let me go?”\n\n\nGarhanrr grunted, “of course.”\n\n\nAiliana twisted again, standing upright and turning a full circle that carried her out past his knees and nearly out of his reach. She faced the fire, her hands moving above her head in sensual movements as her hips swayed in a mesmerizing pattern.\n\n“Well then, I suppose I should retire for the night.” She grinned at him once again, making as if to halt her dance and move towards the stairs.\n\n\nGarhanrr resisted the urge to play her game, yet he knew he did not really object and was certain to fail. If not tonight, then the next time she tempted him. It had been difficult to accept her contract despite the excellent pay, for he knew the reputation of orcs would follow him no matter how innocent or well behaved he was. An orc with a beautiful female elf… he would be accused of being her captor at every turn.\nHis fears had been dissuaded thus far as Ailiana proved both eloquent with word and gifted with blade, chasing off would be rescuers with angry word and the nick of her dagger. It was ironic, considering he was supposed to be the guard. Yet he knew well enough that those men were no real threats, not within a city. Once they were in the wild, as they had been yesterday and would be tomorrow, it would be his time to do his duty."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Friend 1: "Dude, quit edge guarding or I'm gonna fuck your mom!" Friend 2: *Keeps edge guarding* Friend 1: *Drops controller*
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"content": "Tim giggled, rapidly smashing buttons on his controller as Mikes toon tried once again to crawl back into the game.\n\n\n“Dude! Quit that shit! I’m gonna fuck your mom if you don’t!”\n\n\nTim just giggled again, continuing to smash buttons and keep Mike off the course.\n\n\nMike tossed the controller onto the couch, standing up with a frustrated gesture. Tim giggled maniacally, racing off to the next objective while Mike was distracted. It was the only way he ever won, and he wasn’t going to let Mike being a quitter rob him of his well deserved victory. He was so focused on the game he hadn’t noticed where Mike had gone, and barely registered the voices coming from the kitchen.\n\n\n“Hey Mike, taking a break? Tim isn’t letting you win again is-“ a loud gasp interrupted the sound of Laura, Tim’s mom, as she greeted Mike.\n“Oh my god Mike, where did that come from? Wha-what are you- OH FUCK!!!!”\n\n\nSomething clattered in the kitchen, as if silverware had fallen to the floor. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh followed, interrupted only by the sound of Laura gasping and moaning.\n\n“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuuuuckkkkk!!!”\n\n\n“Say my name!”\n\n\n“Mike! Mike Mike Miiiiiike!!!”\n\n\nTim, engrossed in his game, just rolled his eyes. His mom was never much for pranks, so he really had to give Mike props for getting her to pull this one! He whooped loudly as Mikes abandoned character, having gotten back into the arena at last, was again knocked out of it by Tim.\n“Fuck yeah! Kicked your ass again, Mike!”\n\n\nMike in turn didn’t bother responding to Tim, to busy with the ‘prank’ that Laura was helping him with. A loud slap echoed from the kitchen followed quickly by a gasp. Then another slap and an accompanying gasp.\n\n\n“You like that? You like that, huh?” Mikes voice growled.\n\n\n“Fuck yes! Fuck my slut pussy!”\n\n\nThe sounds from the kitchen paused, an odd quietness interrupted only by the deep breathing of Laura and the sound effects of Tim’s game.\n\n\n“Okay, wasn’t expecting that, gotta admit it.”\n\n\nThe smacking of flesh quickly resumed, Laura’s gasps growing louder in return. Moans and gasps from her met with growls and insults from Mike, outdone only by Laura’s own self-degradation as she shouted out in pleasure.\n\n\n“Fuck! Fuck me like John never does! Fuck me like the slut I am! Harder you candyass! Hard-arrrrh!!” Laura’s backtalk morphed into nothing more than pleasured growls as another slap sounded from the kitchen, Laura’s following moans unintelligible.\n\n\nFinally the round ended and Tim cried out in victory, jumping in the air and raising both hands in victory.\n\n“Kicked your ass again, Mike, hah!”\n\nTim twirled about in triumph, ready to mock Mike for his stupid prank that had cost him any chance of winning the game. His victorious grin frozen in place as he stared at the sight of his mother bent over at the waist, her chest thrust forward as Mike roughly fondled a large breast in one hand while pulling back on her hair with the other, her whole body arched against him as he stood behind her, thrusting rapidly against her shaking body.\nHer sun dress bunched around her waist, no longer covering anything it was meant to. Torn panties hung around one high-heel sandal clad foot and her eyes stared unfocused in Tim’s direction, makeup smearing down from the corners of her eyes.\n\nMikes hand released its grip on her breast to come down and firmly smack her ass again, her body shaking in response as her eyes rolled back in her head, an orgasm racing through her as Mike continued to use her relentlessly.\n\n\nTim stood stunned, hands slowly lowering from his former pose of triumph even as he stared transfixed at the sight of his best friend having his way with his mom. His jaw hung open, no coherent thought present in his mind.\n\n\nAt last Mike had mercy on Laura, slamming himself into her one last time before holding tight against her, his hips jerking as he unloaded himself into her. Her breathing slowed as he held her upright, using his grip on her hair to stand her up against him, free hand coming up to grip her by the jaw and turn her face to him. As the jerking of his hips slowed, announcing the completion of his release, he kissed her passionately, groping her breasts one last time before releasing her and stepping back.\n\nLaura nearly fell over, no longer supported by her new lover. She stumbled forward, grabbing the back of the couch that separated her from Tim. Her eyes finally focused, staring up at her son in her half bent over position. Tim, for his part, found his stare alternating between her voluptuous breasts and the sight of a trail of Mikes passion as it began to trickle down her inner thigh.\n\nLaura straightened herself, brushing at her dress to cover herself once more, pulling the straps back up around her shoulders and attempting to fix the mess her hair had become.\n\n\nMike came back around the couch, clapping Tim’s shoulder as he plopped down onto the couch where he’d earlier dropped the controller.\n\n“Next time I’m fucking her ass.”\n\n\nLaura smiled awkwardly, blushing as she turned and walked back to the kitchen, Tim noting that the trail of cum seemed to have made its way down to her ankle.\n\n“Any requests for dinner?” She called over her shoulder, as if nothing had happened. “You boys should play a different game.”\n\n\nTim glanced from her to Mike, who held up his controller inquisitively, the unspoken question clear to Tim. Tim looked once more at his mom who now hummed happily to herself as she picked up around the kitchen.\n\n\n“How about Pizza?” Mike offered.\n\n\nTim nodded, quietly murmuring, “yeah sounds good. Pizza.” As he sat back into his spot on the couch, resolving not to try and cheat Mike again. The sight of his mothers red panties poking out from the pocket of Mikes jeans."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Waking up hungover was nothing new. What was new was the mermaid you found in your bathtub who insisted you promised her a hookup once you were both sober.
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"content": "\"What?\" You squinted at her, \"I didn't promise anything.\"\n\nThe mermaid blinked and turned to face you, her tail twitching as she did so. Her eyes were a bright blue that made it hard for you to look away from them. She had small black scales covering her body, with her breasts and belly being covered in a dark pink color. The rest of her skin was white and smooth like porcelain. Her green tail swished behind her as it brushed by her long red hair.\n\n\"Oh,\" she said softly, \"I thought we agreed on something.\"\n\nYou stared at her dumbly for a moment before you realized what she meant. You blushed slightly as you remembered how drunk you'd been last night. The mermaid's lips curled into a smirk, \"Well, if you're not interested I can find someone else.\"\n\nYou shook your head and chuckled nervously, \"No, no. I'm sorry. It's just...I didn’t know mermaids were real.”\n\nShe laughed and kissed your cheek gently, \"They are. And I'm yours for the taking. Just say the word.\"\n\nYour cock stirred at her words and you looked down at yourself. Your erection was already tenting your boxers.\n\n“But how do we… uh… do it?”\n\nHer smile grew wider as she slid her hand over your shaft and began stroking it slowly. \"Don't worry. I'll show you.\"\n\n\"Okay...\"\n\nYou watched as she leaned back against the tub, sliding her tail off the edge and onto the floor. The mermaid took one of your hands and guided it along her scales, feeling their softness. As you touched her, she moaned softly and shifted closer to you.\n\n\"Now kiss me,\" she purred.\n\nYou smiled and leaned forward, kissing her lightly on the lips. She returned the gesture, moaning as she pushed her tongue into your mouth. Her tail wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, pressing your bodies together. You felt her breasts press against your chest and her fingers dig into your shoulders.\n\n\"Mmm,\" she sighed as she broke the kiss, \"that's good.\"\n\nYou blushed and nodded, leaning in again and kissing her deeply this time. Her tongue pushed past your lips and tangled with yours. You moaned as you felt her hands slide down your back and pull you tight against her. Her tail moved beneath your ass and squeezed, rubbing your sensitive cock against her.\n\n\"I've never done this before,\" you whispered breathlessly.\n\nShe giggled, \"Me neither. Not with a human, anyway. But it feels nice.\"\n\nYou smiled and kissed her neck, nibbling at her collarbone. She shivered and pressed herself against you, grinding her hips against your erection. You groaned as you felt her tail wrap around your thigh and begin to stroke it.\n\n\"I want you inside me,\" she gasped.\n\nYou glanced down at her and saw her pussy. It was a deep purple color and glistened wetly. You ran your hand over her slit and she moaned, pushing herself against your palm.\n\n\"Do you have any lube?\" You asked.\n\n\"I don't need it,\" she replied.\n\n\"Then why...\"\n\nShe interrupted you by lifting her hips and thrusting her tail into your lap. You cried out as she impaled herself on your cock. Her pussy was slick and hot, gripping your dick tightly. You could feel every inch of her inner walls squeezing your cock as she moved her hips.\n\n\"Fuck!\" You cried out as she began moving faster.\n\n\"That's right,\" she hissed, \"Fuck me. Fuck my pussy.\"\n\nYou gripped her hips and began pumping into her, slamming your hips against hers. She screamed out as you pounded into her, her body shuddering with pleasure. Her tail lashed against your thighs and she dug her nails into your back.\n\n\"Harder! Harder!\" She begged.\n\nYou grunted and bit your lip as you fucked her roughly, feeling your orgasm building.\n\n\"I'm gonna cum!\" You shouted.\n\nShe let out a scream as her own orgasm ripped through her. You came with her, shooting ropes of cum into her pussy as she bucked and twisted beneath you. You collapsed onto her back, panting as she continued to writhe under you.\n\n\"Oh god,\" she breathed, \"that was amazing.\"\n\nYou grinned and kissed her cheek. \"I think I might be addicted.\"\n\n\"Good,\" she purred, \"because I'll always want more.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wholesome prompts
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"content": "1. The Demon Queen crafted a sort of voodoo doll of the legendary hero. Not to torture him, but to tease him and whisper sweet nothings from afar, hoping to draw him to her fortress for more... direct interactions.\n\n2. A young novice mercenary is hired to protect a humble storefront from hooligans and malcontents. Over the course of his job he grows quite close with the gorgeous store owner.\n\n3. A man hears light scratching at his cabin door. Upon investigation he finds the wolf girl he shared his meal with the other day. She claims shes here to show her gratitude."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: His parents left for a week for their second honeymoon. On the first morning he wakes up to his older sister sucking him off. "Mom and Dad put me in charge. So I get to play with you as much as I want untill they are back!"
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"content": "Edward was having a wet dream. At least that’s what he concluded from the warm feeling surrounding his fully erect cock. His mind’s eye envisioned a petite busty blonde with curves in all the right places. She was on her knees, while he sat at his desk, getting his cock warm in the mouth of a girl that was looked exactly like his sister. \r \n\r \nHis cock jumped when he startled awake. Edward tried to regain his bearing but looking down at the scene in front of him, he was having a hard time rationalizing what was happening. His older sister, Stacey, was currently naked and inhaling his thick cock down her throat. Her head popped up and down as she force his cock deeper down her throat.\r \n\r \nWhile Edward couldn’t deny how good having her sucking him off felt he still felt the need the instinctually need to question the situation.\r \n\r \n“Stacey, what the fuck are you doing?” Stacey blinked up at him, slowly sliding his cock out of her mouth until a ‘pop’ sound rang through the room.\r \n\r \n“Mom and Dad put me in charge. So, I get to play with you as much as I want until they come back!” Stacey said excitedly. Edward questioned in what world would such an argument count as a reasonable explanation. Not that he needed one, but he felt he could at least have the decency to pretend like he wasn’t a massive degenerate who had no qualms about fucking his older sister.\r \n\r \nStacey was only a year older than he was, so they’d always been a bit closer than most siblings. That didn’t change when the two of them entered puberty, in fact, they got a lot closer as both their bodies and mind developed. All of this culminated in the two of them sharing sexual experiences with one another. Though with how often their parents were home, the two of them had to be careful with how far they could go when they spent time together. \r \nEdward assumed that this was probably the reason his sister had decided to wake him up with a blowjob, not even a day after their parents had left them alone to go on their second honeymoon.\r \n\r \n“You couldn’t even wait for us to have breakfast?” he sighed. As nice as a morning blowjob could be, Stacey wasn’t the type to be satisfied with a quickie. While he wouldn’t go as far as to call her a sex addict, once Stacey got started her appetite was unsatiable.\r \n\r \n“Ah, don’t act like you aren’t enjoying it, besides I already told you that I’m the one in charge today,” Stacey said as she slid herself up against his body. Her large breast pushed into his chest and Edward couldn’t stop himself from grabbing a handful of her mounds. “See, you’re already into it,” Stacey whispered before she dove in for his lips. She furiously drove her tongue into his mouth and Edward struggled to keep up with her voracious pace while also keeping his hands steadily working into her breasts.\r \n\r \nEdward pinched one of his sister’s nipples and the girl pushed her lips further into his. Edward took it as a sign to continue. He knew from experience how easy it was to get his sister to cum and how many times he’d have to work her to her limits before she’d have enough for the day. He decided to resign himself to his faith and to fuck his sister into a realm filled exclusively with her carnal desires.\r \n\r \nAfter a few more minutes of making out and having her nipples pinched, Stacey broke away from his kiss.\r \n\r \n“I’m gonna come,” she whimpered. Edward smirked in response and pinched both of her nipples hard. The squeal she let out was exactly what he wanted to hear. While Stacey rode out her orgasm, Edward, kept a firm amount of pressure on her nipples. Eventually, the girl was able to come back to her senses. \r \n\r \n“Damn it, Edward,” she hissed, “Didn’t I say that I was in charge?” \r \n\r \n“So you did, though I’m certain that you’d much prefer for me to have my way with you and fuck you silly for hours on end,” Edward looked up at Stacey who was currently trying and failing to stay mad. \r \n\r \n“Cunt,” Stacey said as she shoved Edward’s cock into her pussy.\r \n\r \nEdward laughed, “The only cunt here is yours and I’m about to fuck it senseless,” Stacey looked at him in surprise seeing as she was the one on top. That is until he wrapped his arms around her and flipped the two of them around so that Stacey was on her back, and he was hovering above her. Edward leaned down and whispered in her ear.\r \n\r \n“I’m gonna have my way with you now,” Before Stacey could react, he punctuated his sentence with a deep thrust inside her tight cunt. His sister squealed and flailed as she felt another orgasm coming on. Edward gave her pussy no rest and continued to shove himself deeper inside her. Stacey’s sweet voice filled the room and echoed through the house.\r \n\r \n“Mmmh! Fuck, keep fucking me!” she screamed.\r \n\r \n“As always, princess,” with every stroke of his cock, Edward felt his sister’s pussy squeeze him deeper and deeper. Her wet folds provided the perfect amount of suction onto his cock.\r \n\r \n“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Edward took that as a sign to speed up rather than slow down. Stacey’s moans were music to his ears. Her orgasm lasted for almost a minute, the added stimulation from Edward’s strong thrusts inside of her wet folds certainly did nothing to end it sooner. Her chest heaved up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. Edward stopped his thrusts but stayed hilt deep inside of her. \r \n\r \nHe took a second to admire his older sister’s figure as she lay beneath him. She was much shorter than he was, just like their mother, Stacey was blessed with wide hips and equally large breasts. Her face on the other hand was small, but equally as well proportioned. Blue eyes, thin pink lips, high cheekbones, and a small nose. Stacey had the body of a milf and the face of a model.\r \n\r \nAfter giving her a few minutes to recover, Edward leaned down and kiss her on the forehead. \r \n\r \n“Still good to go?”\r \n\r \n“Yeah,” she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. “Take me from behind?”\r \n\r \n“Sure thing,” Edward moved Stacey to her side and laid down behind her. Bringing the two of them into a spooning position. He rubbed his cock in between her ass cheeks before re-entering her still throbbing pussy. Stacey let out a moan as Edward slammed in and out of her wet folds. He brought his right hand over her arm and fondled her right breast. Stacey whimpered in his arms, the stimulation of her pussy and breast bringing her closer to the edge faster than she was expecting.\r \n\r \n“Baby, I’m gonna cum again,” she whispered. Edward sped up his pace and used his right hand to pinch her nipple. Stacey instantly tensed as soon as he did so and her pussy clamped down on his cock, Edward simply moved past the feeling and kept pumping in and out of his sister. Stacey screamed and thrashed against his cock, her pussy pulsing relentlessly as her brother extended her orgasm. Edward moved the hand on her nipple to squeeze her throat.\r \n\r \n“Cum for me sis,” he whispered into her ear. Stacey’s orgasm was dragged out for minutes, her pussy spasming more and more until it was too much for Edward to handle. He gave her tit a hard squeeze as he unleashed barrels of cum into her spasming cunt.\r \n\r \n“Fucking hell sis, you feel that? All that cum just for you,” Edward rode out his orgasm until he felt his dick get soft. As he pulled out, the cum shoved in his sister’s tight pussy was pushed out and leaked down her leg. The sight almost made Edward want to go for another round, though looking down at her still throbbing cunt, he realized that his sister would be out of commission for at least a few hours if not a few days. It wasn’t often that he was able to get away with fucking his sister that hard, as they had to be a lot more discreet when their parents were around, so he appreciated the chance to be a bit rougher for once. \r \n\r \nHe sighed, as he looked down at Stacey’s prone form. For a second, he thought he’d gone too far, that is until he noticed the blissful smile that graced her features. She was too beautiful for him to not reached down and steal a kiss. Stacey reciprocated his advance, though with less vigor than before. Eventually, the two of them broke away, though a bright smile still lit up Stacey’s features."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] LGBT prompts
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"content": "1. The princess can't bring herself to choose between the strong, gorgeous lady knight that acts as her bodyguard and the smart, sexy court sorceress who makes her heart beat in her chest. But she's a princess, why does she have to choose\\~?\n2. After a gorgeous elf woman saves her from bandits, a human merchant offers something better than gold: some nice gal-on-gal fun.\n3. The pirate captain was surprised that her hostage had been so cooperative, but eventually she learned that the sheltered princess had been looking for some adventure. The captain decided to give her what she wanted personally, in a very hot, steamy way."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The pills were supposed to help control weight by converting extra calories into milk. Her body seemed to be responding to them a little bit too well though, and if anything, she was feeling hungrier...
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"content": "Emily first heard about Lactaslim from her coworker Julia. Julia had always been a bit on the heavier side until about a year ago when she suddenly slimmed up. When Emily asked what her secret was Julia raved about the new pill Lactaslim. Apparently you could eat whatever you wanted and any calories you didn't need were converted to milk instead of body fat.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJulia said you just \"pump the pounds away\". Emily had a lot of questions about the process of course, but Julia insisted that lactating/pumping was a very minor price to pay for full dietary freedom.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAfter a brief consult with a doctor, Emily had a prescription for Lactaslim. She wasn't dramatically overweight or anything, but she had an extra 20 pounds or so she had tried in vain to shed through normal diet and exercise. If she really could just pump them out of her breasts, she was all for it.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe first day not much happened, aside from some swelling in her breasts and a bit of nipple discharge. But by day two, Emily was feeling \"full\" up top, and tried the breast pump for the first time. She only got a few milliliters, but it was a sign things were starting to work.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBy the end of the first week, Emily was fully lactating, and was pumping 3 times a day. Even better, she had already lost a couple pounds and her pants weren't as tight around the waist as they had been.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA month in and Emily was down 6 pounds according to the scale, but according to the mirror and her clothes she was much further along the path to her goal. Clearly, some weight had been added to her chest, as her modest B cups had ballooned up to DD as her lactating kept increasing. Emily was producing about a liter of breast milk a day now, and her diet was whatever she felt like eating. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen they went to Outback Steakhouse last Saturday Emily ordered a ribeye steak with fries, which her husband eyed with jealousy as he ate a small sirloin with baked potato. Emily just laughed and told him \"One of the benefits of having boobs I guess.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThree months of Lactaslim had Emily looking her best in years. She was slim in the waist, her stubborn belly and leg fat was all but gone, and her breasts were amazing and full. A little too full, most days though to be honest. Emily had noticed her nipples were larger and blue veins had crisscrossed her breasts as he mammary glands worked overtime to get rid of the extra calories each day. Emily had to pump 5 times a day, and was producing 2 liters. She was also hungry constantly, snacking at work and eating bigger meals only seemed to slightly lessen the nagging hunger.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAfter 6 months of taking Lactaslim, the only excess fat on Emily was in her swollen massive tits. She was eating constantly, and also pumping constantly. She was producing about 4 liters daily, almost a full gallon! Emily's husband expressed concern about how much she was eating, and the extreme lactation she was having, but Emily just insisted it was better for her health than being overweight.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBy this time, most of the women in Emily's office were on Lactaslim. Competition for lactation rooms was getting so bad that management had to convert 2 of the old conference rooms into lactation rooms. Some women simply started pumping at their desks. The constant drone of breast pumps was becoming the new normal in the office. Local restaurants were also seeing a huge uptick in business as hungry ladies were eating over 6,000 calories a day now.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen Emily's husband complained about the exploding grocery and food bills they were having, Emily had an unorthodox solution.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe told him \"Well, I am throwing a gallon of perfectly good milk down the drain each day, maybe you could start using it?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) After catching her two children fucking and breeding, a busty mom does what any mother does: sucks and licks the creampie out of her daughter. She told them never to do it again, but it’s almost like her son is purposefully breeding his sister so dear mom has to suck it out of her.
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"content": "All power must be paid for, even that which is in your blood.\n\nThe House of Briar had accursed blood—for despite their immortality, their ontological gift, their magic—it came with a steep cost. What was but a minor inconvenience for their sires had grown into a despicable magnetism. \n\nLady Calliope was not a Briar by birth, but by marriage to her late husband… to note, she was far from the only wife to her husband, but she was decidedly the first amongst them... despite her inability to grant him heirs. \n\nAfter Lord Briar’s death… Lady Calliope became regent and mother to his twin children. She had grown to care for the two in her own way, raising them from frail children into the handsome and beautiful heirs to an inheritance of stars.\n\nLannie had been looking forward to her brother’s return for several decades. He had yet to claim glory enough to warrant his father’s seat… but as she came to her senses, she felt her body wrapped around his… she felt his love inside her.\n\nHer brother… Landon… was handsome, more so than any other man she’d met. His pitch hair and warm skin and six and a half feet of height—and he’d only grown with his newfound scars. \n\nShe knew she should’ve felt disgusted by the thought of being with him… but she never was. If anything, it was beginning to feel as if she only felt whole when she was with Landon. When Landon was in her. \n\n“What did we do?” Lannie whimper, feeling her guts turn. She shakes her brother awake… and with a nervous cry “Landon!”\n\n“It’s fine…” Landon groans “stop being such a drama queen.”\n\nHe unwinds himself from his sister and slides off his sister’s four poster bed. The room was sparse… nothing but a four poster bed overlooking a wall-sized window. Landon walks over to the window and stares out at the tropical landscape. Trees and jungle as far as the eye could see. He scratches his balls and runs his hands through his hair. \n\n“I haven’t seen this view in such a long time” he comments.\n\nLannie’s silent… and then they’re both silent, and after a couple minutes they hear the door blasted open.\n\nTheir mother… Calliope, barges into the her daughter’s bedroom, a pair of fully armored guards in tow. Lannie covers herself in a blanket but Landon doesn’t bother… he just turns to his mother, his length on full display, only to find a slap across the face. Her ample breasts rubs against him and he feels himself twitch.\n\nTheir mother was beautiful… where Lannie was lithe and plain and pretty, Calliope was a woman… with silvery hair and verdant eyes and an elegance Lannie could never hope to match. Calliope’s body was something to behold… she was tall and curvy, with a great bust that would look comical on a smaller woman. And her air of authority… despite being eye to eye with her son, it was as if she towered over him.\n\nThe guards grab Landon by the arms and he feigns a struggle, but can’t help but smile. \n\nCalliope turns her attention to daughter “What is this? Stand up and let me see you…”\n\nLannie goes red. She shakes her head but the hard in her mother’s eyes makes her reconsider. She slips out of the blanket and stands up… only for a drop of Landon to plummet to the floor. \n\n“You foolish girl” Calliope groans “I knew Landon was no better than his father… but you? A second time, no less.”\n\nLady Briar sighs and glances away, notices her son stiffening. She’d deal with that later… Calliope was sick of her son’s errant conquests. A more permanent solution was required. But not just yet… \n\nShe raises her hand, her eyes glowing a chaotic green, and Lannie cries out… feeling the love inside her turn against her. Lannie falls to her knees… tears running down her face… as a steady stream of white drops coalesce into a puddle at her feet. That was where her brother’s cum belonged… on the floor.\n\nWhen it was all done, Lannie was shaking and whimpering… unable to look at her mother.\n\n“Leave” Calliope commanded her daughter. \n\nLannie reaches for her clothes but is stopped by Calliope’s bare foot. The Lady steps on her daughter’s gown… looks down at the wretch below her.\n\n“You do not deserve to dress like a human being when you fuck your brother like an animal. Now leave.”\n\nThe girls shivers and stands up, skulks out of the room… naked as a newborn. The door closes behind her. Calliope turns her attention to her son.\n\n“I now see you’ll never be fit to take your father’s seat…” she says, walking over and grabbing his erect cock. She slowly works him up “but that was never what you wanted, was it?”\n\nThe guards tighten their grips… but Calliope let’s go of her son. Lets hand drift lower… grab his aching balls. She squeezes them, her grip like steel… and Landon growls, struggles against the guards.\n\n“I am done entertaining your delusions of inheritance. You are unworthy. Most mothers would kill you right now… but I love you too much for that. You may leave right now, and continue to attempt to prove yourself worthy… or…”\n\nCalliope let’s go and steps away. She slips her hands to the buttons of her loose silky robe. Undoes them, let’s it slip to the floor, sits down on the bed… her body in full display.\n\n“Or you may take me… and you will become my toy, my concubine, my new husband… and you will resign your inheritance to me.”\n\nThe guards let go of Landon… and he takes a breath. He thinks to leave, but his gut stops him. She had wanted his mother his whole life… he was not going to turn down this opportunity. Afterwards, he would leave. He would have the best of both.\n\nHe approaches his mother, and pushes her back against the bed… puts himself inside her. It feels sublime, more than he could ever imagine… but Calliope quickly turns him around, dominates him with her superior strength, pins him to the bed. The guards return and retrain him, holding him the the bed as his mother climbs off. \n\nLandon struggle as Calliope sits beside his dick, slapping the wayward organ. An orb floats besides her.\n\n“Resign your inheritance to me Landon…”\n\nLandon growls “No”\n\nShe nods and clenches her fist… before viciously beating his jewels with it until they’re juice. Landon howls in agony, eyes burning, stomach turning… he vomits, his vile contents dirty his handsome face.\n\nCalliope looks back to her son “this is for the best, resign it.”\n\n“Okay” he whimpers “I resign my inheritance to you… my mother… Calliope Briar.”\n\nThe orbs glows, noting the legal statement. It whizzes away and Calliope gives her son what he wanted. She lets him spew himself all into her. She had what she wanted… now she got to enjoy her new prize.\n\n(Not my best work, but it’ll do)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It would have been criminal for an elf as hot as her not to sleep around. Literally. There's a minimum number of partners and amount of sex she's supposed to be having. If she weren't such a tart, it would all be a bother to keep up with!
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"content": "Elves were known for their promiscuous nature, it was so ingrained in their lifestyle it would be hard to think of any other word to describe them. Viserra was a high elf, one tasked with the tremendous feat of keeping her entire villages on the outskirts of the forest 'satisfied'. It was one of reason why Elves had been able to survive the expanding reach of the empire and now centuries later it was almost like their reason to live \n\nHigh elves like her had only one task to complete, chosen for her alluring nature she would be given the task of keeping those who had been assigned to her gratified in every sense of the word. Apparently it had been justified with the reason that without it High Elves would cease to exist, their bodies unable to take the burden of being without pleasure for any period of time but even though she knew it wasn't true, she preferred it that way. \n\nIt gave her a reason to explain why she always seemed to overstep her bounds, venture into lands where it was not necessary that she went and yet leave with all the inhabitants adoring her mere presence. Viserra was a name that seemed to be known almost everywhere she went, almost always accompanied by a smile and a fond memory too wild to be said out loud. \n\nHer seductive nature was everything she was known for, the speed and voracity of which she completed her purpose was just an extra skill. \n\nWhat *exactly* she was known for... well that would be discussed another time"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The modest, conservative newly weds were shocked to find that their honeymoon escape, Frèeusé, was not just a fancy French beach resort chain.
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"content": "Dear Conserva-Karen:\n\nMy husband, Rick, and I recently took your advice and booked a trip to the French resort chain you recommended in your last column. What I'd like to know is, how dare you? Is there no decency left in this world? Are no good old-fashioned folk alive any more? Have the commies really taken over our blessed US of A?\n\nI doubt you'll have the courage to actually publish this blog and answer these questions, but perhaps you'll have the common courtesy to publish my account of what transpired on this terrible getaway. Your readers have a right to know what they're in for, and I can only hope that Rick and I can serve as a sad example of just what you're endorsing.\n\nTo be fair, I will say that we were initially impressed by the beauty of the resort. It was well-made, well-tended, and full of our countrymen. Our room was beautiful, checking in was a breeze, and they even had a shuttle come pick us up from the airport. Perhaps this sense of security only made what we found upon visiting the pool area even worse. \n\nAs soon as we entered the outdoor space, we saw a man and woman naked, having sex. She was pressed up against one of the stone columns that lined the pool, moaning and touching herself without any care in the world. We nearly jumped out of our skin, but Rick was very manly and asked them if anything was wrong. They actually shooed us away, if you can believe it!\n\nThings only got worse from there, as we glanced around the pool area we saw several more couples in similar compromising positions. One woman was laying on a towel as a man put his penis in her mouth and another held her legs up and *fornicated* with her at the same time. The whole time, they were playing this God-awful techno music over the speakers, which did *very little* to drown out the sounds of filthy pleasure all around us.\n\nRick and I exchanged glances and would've left right then and there, but we'd already paid for the trip and the Tiki bar seemed relatively deserted. So we sat down, facing away from the *lewd debauchery* that was all around us and sipped out drinks. We talked in hushed tones and decided, after our one drink, that we might be better off heading to the beach. Perhaps we'd just interrupted one of those \"swinger parties\" that our pastor had warned us about.\n\nWe went upstairs to change into our swimsuits and, so you don't think me a dishonest woman, I did fall into Rick's arms once we were alone. As much as it embarrasses me to admit it, something about that poolside scene had excited my feminine passions and I couldn't restrain myself. We consummated our marriage right then and there and God have mercy on my soul, I hope that I may be able to one day forget what it was that sparked that feeling between us.\n\nOnce we had... relieved ourselves, we changed and went to the private beach, which you simply raved about in your earlier column. It was as coarse a scene as the pool. Women riding men under umbrellas. Couples clasping each other in the shallows. A line of men which led to a small tent with only God-knows-what inside. Still, my newly-wedded husband and I wanted to work on our tan and, somehow the earlier drink and, well, perhaps the sex too, had made us a bit more accepting of the situation. \n\nWe found a spot somewhat away from the foul fornicating and spent some time applying sun tan lotion on one another. I'm not sure why it took us so long, but Rick kept assuring me that we had to make sure not to get burnt and he was extra careful to spread the lotion evenly. His caring nature is partly why I married him, after all!\n\nAnyway, eventually another couple came by and I could tell by the man's American Flag board shorts that they were fellow patriots. We got to talking, and wouldn't you believe it, they'd been similarly tricked by your article! They'd been there a little longer than us and filled us in on what you had somehow failed to mention. Here it is, ladies and gentlemen, the truth about Frèeusé Resorts.\n\nIT IS NOT SOME FANCY FRENCH WORD! IT STANDS FOR FREEUSE!!! If you are as confused as we were, you might like to know that this is some filthy fantasy that comes from an Oriental country. The pornography where it originated depicts men and women acting casually as they have sex, as though others are \"free to use\" them. Rick and I were absolutely shocked to learn this, and began expressing our dismay at this turn of events.\n\nAs we spoke, I watched the man turn over his wife, while still making eye contact and engaging with us. He pulled down her bikini bottoms and his own shorts. After stroking his manhood to erection, he entered her and replied how it had come as quite a shock to them too. At first, they'd thought of leaving but, and here he punctuated his sentence with a deep, passionate thrust into his partner, they'd decided to stick it out. He then motioned down to the prone woman, squeezing her nipples and smiling up at us, and said this wasn't even his wife. She'd gone to try out the gloryhole tents down the beach!\n\nI swear, dear readers, our jaws must have dropped clear into the sand with this revelation and we hurriedly gathered up our belongings, not even bothering to excuse ourselves. Such was our perturbation and confusion. Again we returned to our room and the cool darkness of the space once again seemed to work some magic on us. I know it certainly wasn't the graphic acts we'd just been exposed to, that's for sure! But, again, I found myself riding Rick's manhood and afterwards collapsing into the sweaty puddle our bodies had formed.\n\nI'll spare you the graphic details of what happened after that first day, but we decided to finish our week-long honeymoon. I'd rate the resort five out of five stars for the hospitality and comfort, but be warned of what you walk into, fellow Karenites! This place will change your life and influence your every idea! We've already booked our next trip and our taking our new neighbors, to show them this hive of villainy and ensure that they don't make the same mistake we did!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: it was supposed to be a nice cruise but it all changed when after a storm John and his soon to be daughter in law, Angelica, got stranded in a desert island, even worst, one where an ancient culture held ritual for their goddess of mating and fertility…
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"content": "The locals made drink some strange concoction. It was dark green and smelled like sweet, sickly death. Almost immediately, I felt my head begin to swim, almost as though I'd drank a fifth of vodka. They laid me down on this smooth, wooden bench on a small hillock. Other villagers began to gather around me as they pulled off my torn shirt and ragged shorts.\n\nSoon I was naked and, although I felt abashed internally, my arms and legs felt weak and I couldn't seem to muster the strength to move. Glancing down, I saw that my penis was erect. And not like, a semi or anything. I could feel the blood pulsing through it and felt ready to pierce the heavens with my hips.\n\nI lay there for some time as more people arrived. Some of them began to dance and others brought out drums, beating a steady rhythm that seemed to match the beat of my heart. Beautiful black women came up to me and rubbed their naked breasts and bodies over mine. There was some substance on them that was both fragrant like flowers and creamy. Soon my whole body felt moisturized and slick. They stroked my erection and their soft hands made it strain against my hips even further. Then they departed and the drums' rhythm started to speed up.\n\nA chant sprung up from the crowd and I tried to raise my head to see what was going on, but all I managed to see was the bobbing of an ornately-built palanquin. It drew nearer to the small mound where I lay and then dipped below the field of vision afforded by my craned neck.\n\nSomeone shouted above the din and it ceased immediately. An eerie silence fell over the crowd and I heard soft footsteps approaching. Glancing to my side, I saw Angelica. They'd taken her vacation clothes and given her a woven dress that left just enough to the animation. It was beautifully made and I couldn't help stare at how the fabric clung to her curves. She looked down at me, and I could tell from the drowsy, dream-like look in her eyes that she was under the influence of the same drug as me.\n\nTwo women were with her and they guided up towards the head of the bench, urging her to climb over me. She did so obediently and was soon straddling my face. I looked up at her womanhood and it was red and engorged with the same healthy glow as my cock. She slid her legs outward, letting her labia rest gently on my parted lips. I breathed in deeply, smelling her sweet scent. Then I stuck my tongue out and tasted her moist folds.\n\nI worked slowly, using my somehow unparalyzed tongue to explore every part of her. I turned my head, kissing the insides of her thighs, gently sucking her outer labia. I felt her quiver at my touch and heard her take sharp, deep breaths. She pushed her pelvis downward, inviting me to lick her clit. And so I did, circling it with my tongue and closing my mouth over it. Her moan was deep and primal and stiffened me even more.\n\nWe continued like this for several minutes. The crowd watched as she sank lower and lower, pressing her glistening privates into my face, smothering me and grinding against my chin. I couldn't see anything outside of the dress draped around my head and quietly attended to my task, licking and sucking and tasting her with relish and abandon. Eventually, one of the woman made some unintelligble sound and Angelica stood up, unsteady on her shaky legs.\n\nI saw that she'd pulled down her dress at some point, exposing her pale and round breasts. They jiggled slightly as she stepped back, protected from falling by the grasp of the two women on either side of the altar. She took several steps downwards towards my waist and then slid the dress off, revealing the rest of her nubile body. Had I not been so lost in drunken thoughts and lust, I might've tried to shield my eyes from staring at my nude stepdaughter. But that was not the case, and I drank in the curve of her hips against her slender figure.\n\nThe women again motioned her downwards and she sank back onto her knees in a slow, deliberate manner. My throbbing member sat between the folds of her womanhood, pulsing with anticipation and begging to enter her. She slid up and down its length, grabbing her hard nipples and throwing her head back in ecstasy. All I could do was watch as my our fluids mixed together, creating a glistening film that ran the length of my penis.\n\nFinally, mercifully, she rose up just slightly and with one hand pressed the head of my dick upwards. It slid into her opening with little effort and she sank back down, letting it fill her completely. We both moaned then and a cry sprang up from the crowd. They began their chants and drumbeats anew and we began to follow their song with our bodies, thrusting our hips towards and away from one another. \n\nI came instantly, filling her with my seed and tightening every muscle in my body to ride the waves of pleasure. I felt her pussy contract against me and saw her orgasm written across her face. But we did not stop. Our actions only became more zealous and, although I knew I should take a moment, I was compelled to continue this forbidden act. Our breathing was heavy and she fell forward, holding herself up with her arms and knees. I thrust higher in this new position, feeling the whole length of my shaft enter and exit her, listening to the squelch as my semen pressed tight between our skin.\n\nDrunk with emotion, I felt my strength begin to return as I grabbed Angelica's rump, pushing it against me and taking control of the action. Around us, the crowd seemed to sense the passion and grew more wild. The drumbeats were deafening and, along with the heat and effects of the potion, my senses were overwhelmed. Only one thought rang out in my mind and it cried for more.\n\nI pulled her close and we rolled over on the smooth wooden surface. Laying on her back, I looked down at the supple skin and bright pink nipples of her body, biting and kissing and caressing them as my hips automatically repeated their thrusts. She threw her arms back over her head, letting herself be swept away by the emotion and pleasure of the moment. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm again and thrust harder, deeper, and faster, trying to match the insane pace of the music reverberating in my ears and bones.\n\nWhen the petite death finally came, I thrust my rod as deep as I could, touching her cervix and depositing my white, sticky mess deep inside. She opened her eyes then and we stared at each other, taking in the experience we'd just shared. As I pulled out, a gradual silence once again fell over the crowd. They stared at us, uncertain as to what we would do now that their ritual was complete.\n\nI looked around at all the expectant faces as I swung my legs over the side of the log and helped Angela sit upright. Our breathing was still heavy and ragged and we were drenched in sweat, bodily fluids and whatever those women had rubbed all over me. Silently, a member of the crowd walked up and handed me a large vessel filled with water. I drank deeply before handing it to Angelica and watched as she did the same.\n\nAgain, our eyes met and I reached over, holding her hand to provide some semblance of comfort in this strange situation. What passed between us then was a mix of emotions, like kinship, understanding and, thankfully, acceptance. That's when we heard the rescue helicopter approaching in the distance."
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"content": "With how obsessed her friend was about big boobs, She knew he had to be obsessed with her huge ones. He'd never make a move, considering that she had a girlfriend, but, for his birthday, she decided to reveal to him that her girlfriend was fine with her having a few friends with benefits. So his birthday present would be *benefits* added to their friendship, and a full weekend when she was all his."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her amazing abilities and immunity to vampire powers would have made her an excellent Vampire Hunter... If she could stop *constantly* getting seduced by vampires...
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"content": "The dim light of the full moon pierced the smoggy veil of the city streets. Alyssa's ears perked, twitching in anticipation. She was half werewolf, a blessing and a curse. Her heritage rendered her immune to the deadly powers of other creatures of the night, while still having humanity's propensity for moral agency and intelligence. Yet, much to her dismay, her bestial urges were all the more amplified.\n\nHunger, fear, submission, lust, they're all the more tempting and present when you have the power to deny them. Something she had learned the hard way, the thought alone enough to send her into a frenzy. Her fluffy lupine tail perked up, lifting her skirt with it. She whimpered in shame at the unconscious mating display.\n\nA sudden *woosh* filled the air, and she sensed a presence behind her. She could smell it too, a scent like fine wine aged in oak.\n\n\"My my... What do we have here?\" Lucy asked, her voice instantly recognizable. \"I must say, I simply adore the welcome you've given me. It's rare that you're this, oh, what's the word? Ah, inviting.\"\n\nLucy stroked Alyssa's tail, and delicately traced the small of her back. Alyssa froze in terror. Not mortal terror, Lucy had always done her best to make sure Alyssa felt safe from harm. No, a more primal fear. Fear of once again being made a slave to her desires.\n\n\"Why don't we just skip the formalities? Be a dear, get on all fours and hike that ass up.\" Lucy leaned in and whispered in her ear, which she nibbled on playfully. \n\n\"No! I'm sick of falling for your little games!\" Alyssa said, turning around and elbowing the night stalker with tremendous force and suddenness. \n\nThe vampire staggered back, looking rather hurt. Not physically, it'd take quite a bit more than that to injure a vampiric matriarch, but emotionally. The swift, harsh, and rather frustrated rejection was like a stake to the heart.\n\n\"You don't mean that.\" She said with a pout.\n\nAlyssa growled, and showed her razor sharp claws. It was nigh impossible to resist her urges, but if she could redirect them then maybe she had a chance. *My hunger is for vampire flesh, my lust is for battle, my fear is to lose...* She told herself over and over.\n\nLucy took a deep, cold breath, and regained her composure. She stood up straight and proud, looking to be nearly seven feet tall (though doubtlessly influenced by glamour magic). She spread her equally impressive bat-like wings in a show of intimidation, and glared at her with a most severe expression.\n\n\"It's a shame you know... I quite liked you. But there's only one way to deal with traitors.\"\n\n\"Traitors? You're a murderer! I'd never serve you. Um... Not willingly at least.\" Alyssa admitted with a blush.\n\n\"I don't know hon. You seemed pretty willing last time.\" Lucy said with a sly smile. \"But let me set you conscience at ease, I'm no murderer.\"\n\n\"Don't bullshit me. You have a body count in the hundreds.\"\n\n\"All in the name of justice and self-defense. And if you don't believe in killing then you really have no business pretending to be a monster hunter.\" \n\n\"Yeah right, I have a hard time believing that you had to defend yourself hundreds of times.\"\n\n\"I *am* a thousand years old, and a mom. I'll admit I got carried away at Danzig, but in my defense, I was young and dumb.\"\n\n\"I still can't let you get away with what you've done. You turn people into vampires against their will, drink their blood, and are a menace to society!\"\n\n\"Vampirism is a gift. And all this talk about it being unwilling... I think you're just afraid to admit that I can be *extremely* persausive.\" \n\nAlyssa felt her tail wag. Lucy grinned, flashing her fangs. Sensing that her prize was still desperately wanting, she began to approach.\n\n\"W-wait, I still have my doubts.\" Alyssa said gingerly.\n\n\"That didn't stop you before.\" Lucy reached out and stroked the cheek of Alyssa, who pulled away from her hand. \"... Very well. I see that this was a mistake, I apologize for wasting your time.\"\n\nLucy walked back, and wrapped herself up in her wings as she prepared to vanish. \n\n\"If that's true, which I can believe, it still doesn't explain how you get your blood meals.\" \n\n\"You have me there. Yes, it's true, we suck people's blood and they're seldom willing to donate.\" Lucy said, thinking for a moment, \"But we have to, in order to survive. I prioritize that over your kind's comfort.\"\n\nAlyssa found herself deep in thought as well.\n\n\"So, how about if more people just gave you some of their blood?\" She asked. It elicited a raised eyebrow.\n\n\"That would risk exposing ourselves, but yes, I suppose that would be a suitable alternative.\"\n\nAlyssa took a deep breath and began to walk towards Lucy. *I can't believe I'm doing this... I can't believe I'm trusting her... Damn it, damn it, damn it!* \n\n\"Oho! You're approaching?\"\n\n\"You can't suck my blood without getting closer.\"\n\n\"Then come as close as you like!\" \n\nLucy spread her wings, and wrapped them around the both of them. Then, in the next instant, they both vanished. \n\n(To be continued...)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] You buy a VERY cheap love potion at a local Magician's Market. When you get back to your conservative religious house, a family member sees you with it, takes it from you, and throws it to the ground to "show you a lesson." As its vapers overtake you both, a lesson is certainly learned.
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"content": "I groaned. I hurt all over.\n\n\"Am I going to have to pay for the fence?\" \n\n\"The fence is the easy part. You can probably repair that yourself,\" said my mother, sitting calmly by the ruins of the fence.\n\n\"OK, so there's the fence. I'm going to have to repair that,\" I said. \"What about the chickens?\"\n\n\"The farmer said he'd just give them to us after what you did to them,\" said my mother. \"I offered to pay him, but he wouldn't take my money.\"\n\n\"That's good,\" I said.\n\n\"No, that's worse,\" said my mother. She had the same tone of infinite patience and infinite exasperation that she used when she was talking to a 3-year-old. \"He said that we could repay him in kind with bacon. He wanted a side of our bacon to pay for those chickens.\"\n\n\"A whole side of bacon?\" I said. \"Was it...um.. a lot of chickens that I... um... ruined?\"\n\n\"Only twelve of them,\" said my mother. \"The bacon is going to be a lot more expensive.\"\n\n\"I fucked twelve chickens?\" I said.\n\nMy mother just sighed.\n\n\"I wish you could have stopped at just twelve chickens,\" she said. \n\n\"Oh, God,\" I said. \"Is it worse?\"\n\n\"A lot worse,\" she said.\n\nI racked my memory, but all I had in my brains were a fleeting swirl of images. I really could not remember the past several hours.\n\n\"Was there a pig involved?\" I said.\n\n\"Ye--es,\" said my mother slowly.\n\n\"And--um--a goat?\"\n\n\"That too,\" said my mother.\n\n\"So what's the worst part?\" I said.\n\nMy mother gave a hollow smile. \"Let's just say I learned my lesson,\" she said."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A perverted nun takes advantage of a female student by tricking her into performing disgusting, degrading, humiliating and painful sex acts. The nun does so by telling her it's all part of a mandatory religious ritual, which is a complete lie, but the girl is too naive to realize it.
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"content": "This is my first time writing here and the number of \"regular\" stuff I wrote is also quite low. But I hope this is acceptable? Also, as I know only little about real life nuns, I took the liberty of placing this story into a far future.\n\nI would be happy to receive some critizism.\n\n(edited a link out and replaced it with a short description plus some small corrections)\n\n\\---------------\n\nAlicia was a beautiful sight to behold. 21 years old, bright blonde hair on her head and a figure others would kill to see more of. Luckily everyone around could see everything this day, as she crawled through the slums of the underhive, clad with nothing but a collar attached to a leash and a piece of jewelry she just got from her supperior. A beautiful- and painfully wide buttplug shaped so that a bar would cover the center of her nethers, but a crescent moon shaped crossing speared and spread her pussy lips and another crescent moon pinched her clitoris.\n\n\"Canoness Marioza, is this really necessary? People are staring. It´s so embarassing\" she said to her guide in faith and flesh.\n\nThe reply from the ashen haired beauty that seemed remarkably youthful for her age and position was what Alicia heard several times already. \"But of course, my child. I told you before and I will tell you again. This is all so you can better serve our lord. It´s necessary. And it also teaches you how you can better serve the people you swore to protect from evil. It empowers you.\"\n\nAlicia knew this of course. The Canoness told her so many times, since she asked how she could become Canoness herself one day. That day, Marioza decided to take the education of Alicia on herself.\n\n\"And hey, you know? I was in your place once. I know how you feel. Embarassed. Humiliated. Disgusting. Hurt. In hindsight, it was fun. Maybe you will see it the same way, once.\" she remembered. All the nights on wooden horses with weights on her tits. Serving the nobles as living plates for their feasts and as fuck holes for the orgies that followed. Being covered in various bodily fluids. Being pumped full of drugs that made your skin more sensitive, just to be tattooed strange, arcane symbols in areas that are the most sensitive already on normal days.\n\nAfter a few minutes, the duo - one naked, one dressed in fine garbs - reached their destination.\n\n\"Now, Alicia, stand up and put your head and arms into this pillory. I will lock it and leave you for the night. Ask any men that come by to donate some seed. They are good people and will know what to do. But count how many gave it to you and where they gave it to. Also, I will inject you with a potion that will make you more sensitive to your fellow men. This is necessary for The Ritual! So wills it our Lord.\"\n\nAfter locking the pillory and spreading her legs to lock those as well in an uncomfortable position, the Canoness went her own way and Alicia was left standing there with her ass high in the air, unable to move. She felt so embarassed. But she also had to admit Canoness was right. It all started to be kinda fun for her. She hoped that it was really all worth it, as she started to care less and less about the Holy Emperor on far Terra, but more and more about the creatures in her dreams.\n\nAlmost at once, the poor people of the slums of this imperial city started to gather around. Some just watched, some stroked themselves, some started to fuck her in pussy, ass and mouth.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nCome morning and Canoness, she was delirious. After a few hours, she lost count of the seed and herself to the countless orgasms the potion gave her. So much so, that she couldn´t walk on her own.\n\nOut of the goodness of her heart, the Canoness asked a passing farmer if he would be of service and give the young novice a ride if he got a ride with the novice in return. But as punishment for losing count, Alicia also had to ride the cart bound to the hood with her legs spread, showing off her new jewelry. It was really fun though."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] A Young Trainer's first experience with Pokèphilia
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"content": "\"Listen I would love to date you, but that Drowzee is super creepy. So unless that thing goes we can't date.\"\n\nAmber let out a sigh as she watched another guy leave her after the first date. The reason? Amber's Drowzee, (which she had nicknamed Zeeze,) had always been overly possessive of her. This posessiveness had permeated both through her love life and her training career as he both stopped her from dating as well as stopped her from catching other Pokèmon.\n\n\"Zeeze, why did you have to do that?\" Amber asked her Drowzee who was scoffing at the tall, handsome gentleman walking away.\n\nDuring the date Amber had sent out Zeeze to try and get it to befriend the guy's Kirlia. Being of opposite genders, Amber had hoped to get her Pokèmon on a date with his Pokèmon to add to the chemistry of her own date. Zeeze however, attacked Amber's suitor when he stroked her face ruining the date and causing her to have to pay a massive 8000 Pokèdollars fee for damages.\n\n\"That was all our money, Zeeze!\" Amber said with tears in her eyes. \n\nDrowzee looked downwards in an apologetic way and Amber let out another sigh. Whenever he did this she could hardly stay mad at him. \n\n\"We will have to stay in the forest nearby, but challenging the gym will be tough without proper supplies.\"\n\nAmber had already lost to the gym a total of four times. Each defeat stemming from her lack of team variety and the fact that she had only a single Pokèmon to her name. It didn't help that the gym leader used mainly dark-types, Zeeze's major weakness.\n\n\"We will train for the next couple of days and then try to take on the gym! If we manage it we will have some money,\" Amber thought to herself.\n\nZeeze walked with Amber in the direction of the forest. All the while however he was focused on Amber and everything about her. He took in the way her long orange curls bounced along, the way her freckles perfectly formed her face and the way her green eyes glimmered whenever she smiled. He then looked down at himself and sighed. He knew that for as long as he was a Drowzee she would never look at him the way he wanted her to.\n\n\"Zeeze is something wrong?\" Amber asked. \n\nZeeze snapped to life and started walking faster. Little did he know that today would be the day he got his greatest wish!\n\n(End of part 1, a bit shorter because I wanted to see how you felt about it!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Max was a gamer girl tomboy. Tasha was a sex obsessed bimbo. Their mutual acquaintances tried to ignore their striking resemblance to each other, and the fact that the two were never seen in the same place at the same time...
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"content": "Max breathed a sigh of relief as the boss finally went down.\n\n[Good job guys. At this rate, world first mythic is in the bag]\n\n[I was certain we were down for when we lost all but one healer. Maximus, you're a miracle worker.]\n\nMaximus, the heavily armored, gloriously bearded, decidedly male paladin Max played, took a bow. Max rarely spoke in the voice chat. When she did she deepened her voice to sound like a man. \n\nShe told the few guild members who knew her in person that it was to avoid getting hit on, so they played along.\n\n[That's it for today guys. Remember to read up on the last boss, first attempt is two nights from now.]\n\n[Oh and Max? Treat yourself, you've earned it.]\n\nUpon hearing her trigger, Max logged out immediately.\n\nOr more accurately, Tasha logged out.\n\nTasha looked down at her outfit. T-shirt, panties, and no bra.\n\nSure it was sexy enough for a casual night in, but Tasha had no intention of staying in tonight.\n\nShe got changed into a sexy red dress that barely came down past her crotch, fishnet stockings that didn't quite reach the end of thr dress, and her favorite red heels. After that, it was just an hour of makeup and hair prep, and she was ready for the world.\n\n_____\n\nTasha's favorite club wasn't a hot spot for dancing or drinking. In fact alcohol wasn't even allowed on the premises. The reason was because alcohol and bondage didn't mix.\n\nTasha liked it because it let her hook up without drinking, and she was always afraid that if she got drunk, Max would wake up and spoil her fun.\n\nShe giggled when the handsome man beside her put a hand around her shoulder and teased about bringing her to one of the private rooms, but her eyes were fixed on the stage.\n\nOn stage a woman was bound in stocks. On her knees, choking on a cock while a a strap on railed her from behind.\n\nTasha badly wanted to be in her place. But to go up there you had to sign a waiver. And if she did that, she ran the risk of someone calling her by Max's name and waking Max up.\n\nSo instead she asked the man who was petting her thigh if he had and friends he could share her with, and when he said he would rather keep her to himself, she just sighed and followed him back.\n\nOne cock was better than no cock, she supposed.\n\nOnce they were alone, he instructed Tasha to only call him Master. Which was fine with her, since she hadn't paid attention when he had introduced himself.\n\nHer Master ordered her to strip for him. She slowly, teasingly, pulled off her dress and heels, enjoying his look of surprise when he saw that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.\n\nOnce she was naked, her Master gently pushed her against the X-frame that was built into the wall, and strapped her in.\n\nHe expertly teased and toyed with her. Exploring her body with his hands, pinching, petting, and spanking all the right places until she was soaking wet and begging for him to fuck her like the slut she was.\n\nFinally her Master brought her down from the X-frame and over to the bed, locking her neck and wrists in the stocks build into the bedframe.\n\nBut instead of filling her, he continued to tease her, fingering her hungry pussy while she moaned pitifully that she needed her master's cock inside her.\n\nFinally he pulled his finger out, and then: nothing.\n\nNot a single sound. Not a single touch. The only assurance that he was even still there was the impression his weight made in the mattress beneath her.\n\nThen finally she felt his hands on her hips, moments before his cock thrust inside her. \n\nIt was all she could do not to cum immediately.\n\nHer Master continued to thrust, fucking her like the sex doll she was. In and out. Deeper and faster. Punctuated by the occasional spank on her ass, until she was begging him to let her cum.\n\nHe counted her down from 10, thrusting at each count for emphasis.\n\nThen when he finally reached 1, her Master ordered her to cum, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure though her body.\n\nOnce it was finally over and she had a chance to catch her breath, he released Tasha from the bedframe, and after some cuddly aftercare to remind each other that they both enjoyed it, he gave her his number and they parted ways.\n\n____\n\nTasha got home, and handed the reigns back over to Max with her trigger.\n\n\"I had so much fun being a slut tonight. Let's do this again soon.\"\n\nMax woke up, took a shower, and got dressed in her usual outfit, panties and a t-shirt with no bra underneath.\n\nHer memories of the night before were hazy, but she could tell from how sore she was that enjoyed herself. She loved being Tasha. She loved the feeling of letting go of all her inhibitions and letting herself be used. She was addicted to it, in a way.\n\nShe put her headphones on and turned on her favorite hypnosis file: \"Bimbo mode: become the slut you want to be.\" \n\nShe listened attentively as it reenforced her triggers, then turned in for the night, smiling to herself because she knew she'd let Tasha out tomorrow and do it all over again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The shuttle trip was supposed to be a relatively calm few days during which Her crew mate would help her conduct a stellar study. And that's all it would have been, if her mating cycle hadn't unexpectedly started...
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"content": "*It is morning. That is to say, it has been eight hours since the two-woman crew of The Summer Sappho retired to their respective chambers. Suns do not rise in space. There are no birds who chirp. No blue Earth sky, no seafoam green sky of Lemuria. Just the same darkness, sprinkled with stars, looking exactly like the so-called night before.*\n\n*But the ship's computer has been tasked to brew coffee.*\n\n*And so morning it is called.*\n\n\"So what's it like?\" \n\nDoctor Liliana Lorelei does not *dislike* her human colleague. Point in fact, Doctor Bonsai is a highly respected member of her field. In many ways, it's an honor to work with her. But the Lemurian could do without the pre-coffee conversation.\n\n\"What is *what* like?\" Liliana looks up from her full mug, and across the round metallic table at the blonde human. It's easy enough to maintain eye contact with the human while sitting - their torsos are nearly the same length. *'In fact,'* Liliana silently decides as she straightens up her posture. *'I might even be taller when we both sit like this.'* \n\n\"Well last night, you said your mating cycle had started.\" The top-heavy Isabella takes a lengthy sip from her mug, but evidentially the non-question was insufficient for a response from her tentacle-legged shipmate. \"So what *that* like?\"\n\nThe Lemurian's nine tentacles wetly coil around the metal frame of the stool beneath her, flexing energetically, dragging her body down to grind against the circular cushiony surface. \"Probably the same as yours? We're both mammals, Isabella. Our species can't be *that* different.\"\n\nThe human just shrugs. \"My people don't really have *mating cycles*. Unless you count Mardi Gras!\" It was a joke. *'It's easy to tell when a human is joking,'* decides Doctor Lorelei. *'Their own laughter always seems to follow.'*\n\nThe Lemurian takes a long drink from her mug, and glances out the holographic display of the star she's supposed to be surveying. Bright and brilliant. Not due to go out for another few billion years. She's got time to indulge the human's curiosity.\n\n\"Frustrating? I guess? My lower body has entirely autolubricated. Tentacles, everything.\" After struggling for a second to free it from its sexual death grip around the chair, Liliana lifts one of her nine azure appendages to show the glistening sheen of her wetness. Each tentacle is nearly as long as Doctor Bonsai's legs, but their girth is more comparable to an arm, tapering off into soft, rounded points at their ends. The underside of the tentacle is a paler blue color, devoid of any kind of suction cup or blemish.\n\n\"The males of our species can do this *thing* with their voices. It's like talking, but prettier. I don't really know how to describe it. Like music with no instruments.\" The scientist bites her lip in excitement as she talks. The sexual adrenaline of imaging hearing a mating call right now is doing more to wake her up than coffee ever could. \"My body is absolutely *primed* to go wild if-\"\n\nThe Lemurian's off-blue skin blossoms with pinks and yellows as she blushes, looking like a reflection of her homeworld's coral reefs. \"Sorry. That's probably too much information. Um, to answer your question, it's frustrating. *And distracting.* It only lasts for about sixty hours though.\"\n\nIsabella laughs. It sounds more cheerful than mocking, but Liliana's embarrassment shows itself with splashes of neon green joining her increasingly colorful skin. \"Can't have you be *distracted* now, can we?\"\n\n\"Well, unless you know of any male Lemurians stowing away, or know how to perform a mating call yourself-\"\n\n\"Is that a proposition?\" Isabella interjected. It's clear to Liliana that the Human is experiencing some mating cycle of her own, despite her earlier assertation that Humans do not. Doctor Lorelei saw no harm in nodding. She would either find sweet relief (and have a fun workout with Isabella) in the human's attempt at a Lemurian male mating call, or, far more likely, her colleague will make a fool of herself and the two can share a laugh.\n\n\"We're no strangers to love\\~\"\n\n*They have sex. That is to say, for the next two hours, and for an additional six hours spread over the course of the next sixty, the two-woman crew of The Summer Sappho use their various body parts and misuse various scientific instruments to bring one another to orgasm a total of nine times between the two participants over the course of four such encounters. No male participated in the act. There was no offspring that could be conceived from these acts of pleasurable scientific misconduct. Just the feeling of fullness, the lashing of tongues, and the taste of one another on each woman's lips.*\n\n*But they enjoyed it, for as long as the mating cycle lasted.*\n\n*And so sex it is called.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Write a scene from a dime store romance novel, but instead of the Fabio-clone in an open shirt carrying a woman, the cover is a woman in swashbuckler garb carrying a man.
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"content": "Fear crept in to me. That sneeze. I scolded myself for not holding that sneeze in longer while the shipmate was down here in the belly of the ship. Pay no attention to the man in the barrel mate. This is one of those airtight barrels. *You know, the ones that sometimes lets off a little air to pressurize, that's what you heard. No reason to be alarmed.* I tried to mentally project the explanation in his head as if it might save me. \n\nAs if I wasn't some wholly unremarkable man.\n\nIt wasn't long before I heard footsteps. I could feel them through the wood, as if to both forewarn me and intimidate me. Get. Out. Get. Out. The words kept echoing in my head with each step until they were right on top of me.\n\n\"Here?\" I felt a tap on the barrel. There was a pause, from what I assumed was a nod, and then a command of \"Leave me. You aren't going to want to see this.\" I could only assume there was another nod and the sounds of soggy boots leaving. Somehow, the owner of the other footsteps had managed to drown them out completely as they approached. \n\n\"You want to tell me why you're on my ship?\" The voice called to my barrel. \"Because I don't recall an order of picked-man flesh. It must smell to high heaven in there.\" The voice was delivered with a stern and sinister undertone. The same one your mother would use to warn you about when father got home. This voice, however, was warning of its owner's blade. \n\nI had pressed my back up against the barrel out of some animal instinct, backing as far away as I could from my soon to be punisher. It was that instinct that ended up saving me as a good half foot of blade penetrated the outside of the barrel. Any closer and I would be bleeding out on the spot. \n\n\"Is it in yet?\" The voice dripped with a cruel enjoyment. \"I've always wanted to say that.\" \n\nIt was at this point that I had no other action to take but to stand up, lest her next pump penetrate the barrel deeper. I punched the top of the barrel to escape. It didn't budge. I punched it with a desperate blow, the best I could muster given the angle of my body, and it relented.\n\nThe blade quickly left the barrel as I stood, and it found itself resting on my neck. It was then I met eyes with her. \n\n\"Again. Why are you on the boat of the great captain Flores?\" My accuser stared down at me. I'd never been of man of impressive stature, but I'd never looked up at a woman before. Her commanding presence only seemed to make the size difference greater. \n\n\"L-let-let- me talk to the captain. I can make a deal I've got rich parents\" I lied, I begged, I stuttered. My heart raced. Her scarlet hair covered one of her eyes and was juxtaposed by the other eye that was the color of a spring field: Vibrant green. \n\nShe adjusted herself and stood up straight. Her wear was typical for a sailor, Pantaloons which appeared to be too tight near the hips, a leather overcoat matching her hair color, and no undershirt. The last detail allowing a glimpse of her sunbaked busom which pressed firmly against her coat. \n\nShe was substantial. Powerful. Everything he wished he could be. \n\nShe smirked as she caught me lingering on her chest. \"That's the captain's chest. Take a good look, its the last one you're going to be seeing.\" Venom dripped on every word. \n\n\"Am I expected to believe you're the captain?\" I said with more shock than should be let on by who was moments away from meeting the happy end of a blade.\n\nShe heard the comment a thousand times. No one learned their lesson since no one was left to tell the tale. But hearing it from this stowaway? This tickled her. The sheer audacity. \n\n\"And I'm expected to believe this is all there is to you?\" She moved the blunt end of the blade to tap the top of my head and patted it. \n\nBefore I could answer, the sword was sheeted and I was being grabbed by my arms and pulled out of the barrel. Easily, like I was a flagon of ale to be brought up to those full lips. \n\nShe tossed me over her shoulder and made her way topside: \"I'm the captain, you idiot. Luckily for you, I'm in the mood to make a deal. You look like you'd never been with a woman. A man you size, huh?\"\n\n\"I-I'm perfectly average for my family's lineage. We're not big and brutish like-\"\n\nI was cut off with a \"I wouldn't finish that sentence if you want to live. Listen here, stowaway. I need someone to take care of my quarters, and someone who's \\*clean\\*. You understand me? Satisfy those needs, and you might just live.\"\n\nShe kicked open the door to her quarters and tossed me on the bed. Effortlessly. \n\n\"What- what do you want from me?\" \n\n\"All I want to hear from you is \"yes, my captain. and no, my captain. You understand me?\" The She approached me as she spoke, grabbing my chin as she delivered her question.\n\n\"Yes.. my captain\"\n\nShe smiled. \"Good boy. I'll be back for you later. Grab a bucket and start cleaning in here. It better not smell like shit in here for later. Really doesn't set the mood.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Hit me with some scenarios for some wholesome, trans-friendly erotica!
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"content": "There seems to be a shy nerdy guy with a harem of girls. No one knows exactly how he got the harem, but he is clearly hanging out with a group of girls all of whom are clearly into him.\n\nOne day some entirely different guy suddenly has a harem of girls, the same girls, except this time there's one more girl in the harem than there was before, and nobody has seen the previous guy around anywhere.\n\n(TLDR: Egg-hunting transbian polycule.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Hit me with some selfcest/clone scenarios, and I will see what I can do~!
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"content": "Testing that teleportation machine has revealed it’s more of cloning machine. Now you’re in the lab with another you. The two of you wanted to be the Doctor and the other an assistant. Things has escalated and you’re prowling through the darkness of your labyrinthine laboratory to subdue the clone. If they can’t accept being your assistant then a sex slave is the next best thing. That or murder, but you honestly don’t have the heart for it. The same can be said about your double. So it’s fuck or be fucked."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The naive princess runs away from her pampered noble life to join a local tribe of warrior women. Although not even the least bit qualified she's quickly accepted into the tribe for the sole reason of how delicious her thicc royal curves look in their traditional warrior outfit!
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"content": "\"Master, I'm ready for training.\"\n\nPrincess Sapphire was in the traditional outfit worn by *wai-fu* practitioners. It was essentially a long length of red fabric with a hole for her head, covering her front and back but leaving her sides exposed, tied in place with a rope belt to make a sort of sideless tunic. It was a cheap, simple piece of clothing, appropriate for a tribe that had little wealth to spare on elaborate designs. However, she understood the practicality of it - the warrior's dress was light, easy to move in, and very breezy in the jungle heat.\n\nMaster Yeena placed her hands on the princess's shoulders, looking at her. \"You look perfect.\"\n\nThe older warrior took a step back and admired her student. Yes, she had never seen a student wear the uniform so beautifully. On the short, stocky builds of the tribeswomen, it was merely shapeless cloth. But on the body of this tall, busty foreigner, it *stretched.* Her large, round breasts held the front of the tunic well away from her body, showing a beautiful side-boob. And with her being so tall, the fabric only barely reached down to her thighs, fluttering aside and threatening to expose her butt every time the wind blew too strongly. She had never imagined that a warrior's uniform could be so... *erotic.*\n\n\"Master? What should I practice first?\"\n\n\"Oh!\" She had gotten distracted again. \"Do some stretches to warm up.\"\n\nSapphire bowed and began to do her warmup, bending, twisting, and stretching in every direction. She was extremely flexible, and with all her focus on the exercises she didn't pay any attention to how much skin she was exposing with each movement.\n\nYeena licked her lips as she watched the princess splay out her legs in a split, then bent forwards until the back of her uniform rode up and exposed her ass. \"Excellent. You're *very* flexible. Now, let's run through the second practice form - Leaping Fire.\"\n\nThis was the most energetic of the four basic practice forms, with snappy punches, quick changes in stance, and several dramatic jumping kicks. Sapphire's technique was sloppy - her punches lacked impact, her kicks would have likely only bruised an enemy's shins - but she was full of enthusiasm, bouncing on her feet as she moved through the different strikes.\n\n\"Again! Chamber the leg, jump up, and front kick!\" Yeena called. The princess repeated the jumping kick, her breasts bouncing as she landed.\n\n\"Excellent! Do it again!\" Another repeat of the bouncing motions, and this time the princess's belt started to loosen, as it hadn't been tied tightly enough. She reached down to re-tie it, but Yeena interrupted her. \"Keep your stance! Again!\"\n\nThis time, she was rewarded by the belt coming completely undone, the uniform fluttering all over the place as Sapphire launched into another jumping kick. \"Great! Keep going, finish the sequence!\"\n\nSapphire was blushing beet red as she tied her belt back into place, well aware that she'd been flashing her instructor with that final sequence of moves. \"Sorry about that, Master. I must not have tied it properly.\"\n\nYeena clapped her on the shoulder. \"Don't worry about it. You did a great job, you kept your focus, and you went at it with full power. It was an absolute pleasure to watch.\"\n\n\"Do you really mean it? I felt so nervous the whole time I was practicing... and I'm still nowhere near as strong as you are.\"\n\n\"Trust me, if you put on a performance like that on the commons tomorrow, every woman in the tribe will welcome you with open arms.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompt Me! Superhero Edition
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"content": "I got three, check it:\n\n[Villain in the streets, Civilian in the sheets]: The villain has this particular kink where they can only get off when a clone of them kidnaps them while as a civilian.\n\n[Oh Shit! I Won!]: The villain always enjoyed the role as the seductive manipulator, but never actually planned to seduce the hero, it was just a persona. \n\n[Fly Fucking] Your partner just told you that they are a superhero, and the first thing you said was, \"can you fuck me while flying?!\" You immediately realized that you probably shouldn't have said that, but they're totally down for it!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A goth cowgirl decides that what her roommate needs is a little bit of gentle femdom and a lot of milk...
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"content": "Faith had always been a mildly irritating roommate. Not so much that Cassidy had ever seriously considered moving out, but enough that the two women rarely spent much time together. \n\nIt was always 'Why did you leave this dish here?' or 'Can't you just clean the bathroom for once?!' or 'You know, Cassidy, it would be nice if you made us a meal every once in a while.'\n\nBut Cassidy had also noticed the way Faith looked at her anytime she left a bit of skin exposed. Which was quite a lot, to be honest. As a goth cowgirl, Cassidy believed in thick eyeliner, exposed midriffs, and impossibly tight jeans. She couldn't spend much time in the sun, what with the ivory skin she loved teasing Faith with so much, but that was okay. She was happier spending her time inside anyway.\n\nAn idea began to take root in Cassidy's mind one night, after a particularly annoying comment from her roommate. Faith was very bad at hiding how much she wanted Cassidy to fuck her, and Cassidy was beginning to think that the source of all her annoying comments was the sexual tension that Faith had no idea how to resolve.\n\nShe just needed a firm hand to help her out. And a firm hand was something Cassidy was more than happy to provide.\n\nShe donned her very best lingerie in preparation. The bra was made of a soft, sheer fabric that exposed everything but provided a bit of extra shape and lift to Cassidy's already perky tits. The thong matched, the pink flesh of her outie pussy held enticingly flat for the viewer. She also wore a set of thick leather straps around her thighs and waist, providing a solid anchor point for the strapon that was sure to come out later. But Faith would need some coaxing before she was ready for that thing...\n\nWhen Cassidy walked out into the living room, Faith was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, watching TV. As soon as Faith saw her roommate's irresistible outfit, her eyes were hopelessly glued. \n\n\"Turn off the TV.\" Cassidy commanded.\n\nFaith picked up the remote and turned off the machine without looking away from Cassidy's breasts. Cassidy saw Faith's eyes drop to her cunt as she got close enough for Faith to see her folds though the thong. She could tell immediately that Faith was helpless to resist. \n\n\"I can tell every time you look at me how desperately you want me to fuck you, Faith.\" Cassidy said casually. Faith looked up into her eyes with horror at the accusation. \n\n\"Don't try and deny it, slut.\" Cassidy said. \"I saw the way you were just staring at my pussy. And I bet if I check your cunt right now it would tell me how right I am.\" She smiled wickedly.\n\nFaith looked timid but resigned, as if a deep, dark secret had been finally revealed. She nodded her head, and looked down at the floor in shame. \n\n\"That's good, slut.\" Cassidy said, seeing the shame on her roommate's face. \"You *should* be ashamed. Ashamed you've been such a brat all this time instead of just making a move on me. I would have been more than happy to fuck you the day you moved in.\" She said, using an index finger to pull Faith's chin up to her eyes so that she could see how serious she was.\n\n\"And don't worry, Faith.\" She said, smiling. \"Tonight I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name, but first I have to punish you for being such a *fucking brat*.\"\n\n(I'm falling asleep, so I'm going to finish the rest tomorrow...)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A good, sweet and innocent girl using her skills for lewd acts
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"content": "Here's some ideas I thought up:\n\n1. As a young girl, she prayed to God, for the ability to heal others, and miraculously, she can. Rub a broken leg, and it is mended, rub the stump of an amputated limb, and it grows back, rub the eyes of a blind man, and he can see again. Now, after she's come of age, she's encountered a man, with a medical affliction she's never had to treat before: Erectile dysfunction. \n2. A hypnotherapist who specialises in helping people work through traumas, so they can live a normal life, treats a patient who can't have sex with her boyfriend, because she keeps having flashbacks to (insert fucked up event here).\n3. A superhero, who's been using her mind-reading abilities mainly to uncover liars, and find criminals, decides to surprise her boyfriend, by reading his mind, and giving him whatever his deepest fantasy is, without having to ask. \n4. A skilled voice actress who does twelve different characters on a popular kid's show, gets offered a job doing VA for a hentai. It pays more for one gig, than she normally makes in a year, so naturally she takes it. \n5. A young, virginal woman with a perfectly photgraphic memory, accidentally walks into a massive orgy, and when she gets out, she has to describe the whole thing to a police sketch artist, so they find out who all the people present were, because one of them's a terrorist."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She got the weirdest text from her roommate, "My boyfriend's coming over about now. Promised him a BJ tonight but can't make it. Fill in for me? KTHX bye ;)"
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"content": "Ashley immediately texted back, “What? He’s just going to let me suck him off when he’s expecting you?”\n\nHer roommate, Jenna, responded, “Hmm.. That’s a good point. Let’s have a little fun with him. I’ll tell him to let himself in with his key and to undress, then I’ll have him sit on the couch with a blindfold on. He’ll think it's fun and be none the wiser. You can go in and do your thing. I’ll owe you big time. <3 Thx sexy lady!”\n\nAshley rose from the couch and headed back to her room and started pacing, turning the thought of blowing Eric over in her mind. He and Jenna had been together for as long as she’d known either of them, and she couldn’t deny her attraction to the both of them. It had been a secret desire of hers to be invited to have a threesome with both Eric and Jenna. Jenna *did* say that she would owe her big time, and the thought of sucking every drop of cum from Eric’s cock already had her all hot and bothered. She couldn’t count the number of times that, toy in hand, she had made herself cum to the sounds of passionate sex coming from Jenna’s room, so maybe this could be a way to move past just listening in and imagining. \n\n“Okay, I’ll do it, but you WILL owe me, big time ;)” she wrote back.\n\n“Thank you so much! Name it and it’s yours. Love ya! He should be there in a few minutes, ready for you. Make sure you grab the blindfold out of my top nightstand drawer and set it out for him.” Jenna responded.\n\nAshley walked into Jenna's room and opened up the drawer described to her. It was full of all sorts of toys and the sight of them further ignited the lust growing inside of her. She dug around, moving aside an assortment of vibrators, dildos and plugs, along with an impressively large strap on until she found the black eye covering. She grabbed it and quickly made her way out to the living room and placed the blindfold on the couch before heading back into her room, closing the door.\n\nAshley sat on her bed, listening for the front door to open and trying to slow her racing heart. Ashley contemplated changing out of her tank top and loose shorts, but felt silly for worrying about it, since Eric would be blindfolded the whole time. After a few minutes, she heard the sound of the elevator just across the hall moving, followed shortly after by the sound of a lock jiggling open, and the door being opened, then shut. In her head, Ashley was visualizing Eric walking in, dropping his clothes by the door, then making his way to the couch before sitting down and putting on the blindfold. \n\nAfter what felt like the longest minute of silence in her life, Ashley heard Eric call out, “Okay J, I’m ready for you. The blindfold is on and I can’t see a thing. Fuck this is kind of really hot.”\n\nAshley opened her door and tried to make her way out of her room as quietly as possible. The way the couch was positioned, Ashley could only see the back of Eric’s head and shoulder as she walked out. She could see him slightly tilt his head, perceiving her drawing closer to him. Ashley walked into the living room and around the couch until she was standing before Eric, sitting there in the nude. She slowly got down on her knees, drawing closer to him and placing a hand on his thigh. \n\n“Okay babe, I followed your directions. What do I do now?” Eric asked, looking around but seeing nothing. \n\nAshley just let out a low, “Shhhh,” sound to silence him as she brought her face closer to his cock. She brought her hand up, grabbing his cock. It sat limply in her grip, so she lowered her lips to the head of it and gave it a kiss, letting only the tiniest bit of the tip between her lips. She started slowly stroking the shaft and could feel it gradually straightening and growing in her hands. Once it was fully erect, she licked the tip of his cock in a circle with her tongue, and Eric let out a soft moan. She started to stroke a little faster as she switched from licking the tip, to sucking at the tip of his cock. \n\nAshley could feel Eric’s hands gathering up her hair and holding it in a makeshift ponytail with his right hand and she put the whole head of his cock inside her mouth, opening her jaw wider to fit him. He let out another moan of delight as she started to suck more forcefully and the grip in her hair tightened. She started working her head up and down on his cock in small motions, but all of a sudden, she felt her head being forced down, deepthroating his whole shaft against her will. He started to manipulate her head up and down as he face fucked her. His moans grew in volume and frequency. Ashley was so turned on by it that she couldn’t contain herself. She cupped his balls with one hand and she slid the other hand between her legs, rubbing her clit as she let Eric use her face for his pleasure.\n\nShe had been wet at just the thought of sucking off Eric, but to finally have him inside of her mouth had her pussy practically dripping. She moaned with pleasure, the sound muffled by Eric’s impressive cock in her mouth. She loved the feeling of deepthroating him like this, and every little grunt of pleasure she heard from him made her more eager, despite her jaw aching from taking in his large dick. Every thrust into her throat was a challenge to control her gag reflex. Eric started pushing her head the whole way down on his cock and holding it in place, her nose pressed tight up against his pelvis. As his dick blocked her airway, she could see spots in her eyesight, and every second of this rough treatment brought her closer to her own orgasm. \n\nFinally, as the room started to spin and Ashley approached passing out, Eric released her head, letting her breath briefly before continuing to roughly fuck her face. Ashley looked up at Eric and could see his head thrown back, a look of intense pleasure plastered across his face. He became even more forceful in his manipulation of her head, until with one rough shove, he held her in place, his cock as far back her throat as he could get it. Ashley could feel the cum shooting deep into her esophagus and she struggled to swallow it all without inhaling some. Ashley made sure to suck every drip of cum from his cock. \n\nDespite just having given her a massive load of cum, Eric's cock was still rock hard, so, in a moment of brash recklessness, Ashley quickly stood up, pulled her shorts and panties off, holding onto them, and she pushed Eric's legs further apart. She turned herself around so her ass was facing him and lowered her hips so his cock was lined up with her pussy. She slowly lowered herself down onto his cock, fighting the urge to moan in pleasure. Having every inch of him inside her made her whole body tingle with delight. Ashley started to work herself up and down on his dick while she rubbed her clitoris with her free hand. She could feel a moan building deep inside of her, and in a moment of panic, worrying that Eric might notice the difference in the sound of the moan compared to Jenna's, Ashley shoved the panties in her hand into her mouth, stifling her moan as it escaped. \n\nEric let out a long, low moan as Ashley began riding his dick faster and faster. Between moans, he said, \"Fuck, J, I thought I was just coming over for a blowjob. Holy shit, this is so fucking good. Fuck, your pussy is gripping me so tight.\" His breath began to grow heavy. Ashley started to grind her hips into his, matching her rubbing to the rhythm of her grinding hips.\n\nIn another moment of incredible brashness, she grabbed Eric's left hand and brought it to her clitoris, making him rub her. He took over immediately and the firm but gentle pressure from his fingers made Ashley feel weak in the knees. She couldn’t stop another moan from coming out, muffling the sound with the panties stuffed into her mouth. With his free hand, Eric grabbed ahold of Ashley’s waist, pulling her closer to him and controlling the speed of her hips grinding down onto his cock. He matched the thrusting of his hips to the motion of hers, and the muscles in her legs started to twitch as he rubbed her clit at a near frantic pace. It had been so long since she’d been fucked this good, and her orgasm was fast approaching. Every one of Eric’s little grunts and moans brought her rapidly closer to her climax. \n\nEric’s voice was broken up, each syllable coming in a staccato rhythm as he said, “Ho-ly fuck. I am go-nna cum a-gain. You pu-ssy feels so fuck-ing good. Oh my god, I am cum-ming!”\n\nEric started to rub her clitoris even faster as he switched from grinding her hips against his to full length thrusts. Ashley could feel his cum filling her every time he pulled her the whole way down on his cock, and the feeling of being filled by him pushed her over the brink and she felt her whole body fill with the ecstasy of her orgasm. She completely lost herself to the pleasure. \n(Continued below)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Slowly, she realized that her she'd been getting curvier and her breasts had been getting bigger and bigger the more she let her cowgirl roommate handle the cooking...
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"content": "This was the second time this week Anna had to buy larger sports bras. This time she also had to buy new shirts. She'd been wearing her old ones even though they were too tight, and now they were starting to look rather odd on her. I'm going to go broke if my boobs don't stop growing, Anna thought as she looked at the receipt in her hand. \n\n\r \nWhen she got ready for work this morning, she hadn't realized how much her breasts had grown overnight, so when she went to put on her favorite white shirt it had ridden up a little bit more than usual. Anna struggled to pull it down and noticed that the material of the blouse had gotten tighter around her chest. The fabric bulged around the buttons; the shirt wasn't designed to fit someone with such large breasts.\n\n \r \nShe used to have a flat chest before her sudden and unusual growth spurt. Now she was struggling to find blouses that fit properly. Her tits just kept growing. It seemed like every day she woke up and found another centimeter had grown overnight! She was twenty eight years old! Why was her body changing so quickly? Was there some sort of gland or hormone imbalance that caused rapid breast development? Anna didn't know what to make of her situation. \n\n\r \nShe had even taken a pregnancy test and went to a doctor who told her everything appeared normal. She did send her home with some pamphlets on breast development and puberty but nothing about the sudden and extreme growth spurt. So, she continued to wear her shirts and bras until they became so tight she couldn't button them anymore.\r \nUnfortunately, she couldn't find a single shirt that fit this morning so she resorted to wearing a hoodie to work. When she got to the bank, her boss, a real uptight bitch, called Anna into her office. \n\n\r \n\"Anna,\" she said, gesturing at her apparel. \"Why are you wearing a hoodie today?\"\n\n\r \n\"Uh, um, I'm cold, Ms. Cook.\"\n\n\r \n\"You can't wear your hoodies here!\" She pointed toward the door. \"Take it off or change. I don't care.\"\n\n\r \n\"But, Ms. Cook, we're all trying to keep warm out here...\" Anna began to explain.\r \nMs. Cook interrupted her before she could finish. \"It's the policy. Change.\"\n\n\r \nSo she was sent home. At least Anna had enough money saved up to afford more clothes and the day off.\n\n\r \nShe sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she slung the shopping bag into the passenger seat of her sedan. When she buckled her seatbelt, she noticed how uncomfortable the strap dug into her skin between her tits. She slung the seatbelt behind her and headed home. She turned the radio on loud and listened to music while she drove. \n\n\r \nWhen she got to a light, she absently stared into a diner. A child had spilled a glass of milk on a table in front of her and one of the waitresses was cleaning it up. As the waitress leaned over the table, her huge breasts swung back and forth from side to side. They looked soft and inviting. Anna was hypnotized by the sight of those giant melons. They were so big and round! And they looked delicious...\n\n\r \nThe car behind her honked its horn and Anna snapped out of her trance. The light was green. She waved sorry to the car behind her and wiped her chin. The memory of those massive breasts made her nipples harden. She took a deep breath and tried to get back into reality.\r \nAnna pulled up to her apartment and parked. She grabbed her bags and walked inside. At the elevator, Joe, the building's super waved to her and stopped the elevator door from closing. He was holding new air filters under his arm. Anna waved back and smiled as she ran to elevator. Her boobs jumping with each step. \n\n\r \n\"Thanks,\" Anna said.\n\n\r \n\"No problem,\" he said. \"I see you've got some work done.\" He pressed the buttons for her floor and his \n\n\r \n\"Oh no. I actually got sent home early today.\"\n\n\r \n\"No I meant your...\" Joe cupped his two imaginary breasts.\n\n\r \nAnna gave a forced laugh. Not knowing whether to agree or deny.\n\n\r \n\"Hey, I'm not judging you,\" Joe said. \"Just watch out for Mrs. Crenshaw, now. She's kinda old timey and she don't understand -\"\n\n\r \n\"It's okay, Joe\" Anna interrupted. \"By the way, have they found that burglar.\" She wanted to change the subject.\n\n\r \n\"Funny you say. They caught him last night. Broke into that woman with the pink hair and tattoos place. He got caught 'cause he stuck around to watch her masturbate. Ended up getting stuck in the closet. He hit you guys, too, right?\"\n\n\r \n\"Yeah,\" Anna answered. One night last month, he got into through the fire escape and had stolen her roommate's laptop.\n\n\r \n\"Well anyway. Don't worry about it. They got him now.\"\n\n\r \n\"Thank you, Joe.\" Anna said as the elevator let her off to her floor. \"See ya, Joe \"\n\n\r \n\"Take care, now.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Using her magic to turn her boyfriend into a girl for their friend's bachelorette party weekend was supposed to be a bit of temporary fun... She didn't realize that transformations can lock or that he might get hooked on being a girl...
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"content": "(This didn't really get sexual at all beyond a passing reference. I just kinda got caught up in the emotional part. If people like it, I guess I could add more in a comment later, but I really like how it is now.)\n\nThey say it starts with the little things.\n\nIt just so happens that 'the little things' tend to be a little bigger when you're a witch.\n\nIt seemed innocent at first. Talia and her boyfriend Kyle had been friends with Avery since middle school. Shit, they'd been her *only* friends since middle school. They were a tight knit group, always had been. So when Avery confided with her that she didn't want a big party, or anybody other than them for her bachelorette weekend... well, how were they supposed to say no?\n\nMaybe the first clue should have been how onboard Kyle was. Yeah, he was always the risk taker or the trio. He'd been the one to ask Talia out on a romantic boatride all those years ago, and he'd been the one who set Avery up with James, her fiance. Taking risks wasn't exactly surprising for him. Hell, he even cracked jokes about finally being able to grope his own tits.\n\nBut when Talia cast the spell and watched her chiseled hunk of a boyfriend shrink down into a petite little firecracker of a woman... well, she only had herself to blame for not realizing how into it 'Kylie' was.\n\nThey'd done it on Thursday, just before the long weekend where they were meant to party. And all she wanted to do was 'get ready'. She didn't want to borrow Talia's clothes, she wanted her own style. She didn't want to be 'a guy pretending', she wanted to be one of 'the girls'. She didn't want to keep this whole thing quiet, she posted about it everywhere, with selfies and everything.\n\nIt was... honestly adorable. And Avery loved it too. But Talia was starting to catch on.\n\nThe weekend kicked ass. They partied, they sang karaoke, they drank until the crack of dawn. Kylie moved so naturally as a girl, sometimes Talia even forgot she hadn't been rocking those tits her whole life. It was... fuck, it was hard to describe.\n\nShe loved Kyle. To death. Enough to turn him into a girl even. But there was always... well, a sadness in there. An uncertain longing behind his eyes. He was funny, he was charming, he was sexy... but sometimes his heart just wasn't there.\n\nBut here? On the dancefloor? In the booth with one arm around her waist and the other down her pants? Kylie was there. She was everything. So full of life. So happy. So her.\n\nAnd maybe that's when Talia realized.\n\nTheir weekend was over almost before it began. Avery had the time of her life, easily. So did the other two. But Talia saw the sadness behind Kylie's eyes. The weekend was over. In a few minutes, they'd say their goodbyes to Avery... and to Kylie. Kyle would be back. And he would always remember that weekend as the happiest of his life.\n\nUnless of course.\n\nThe spell malfunctioned. Oh no! How terrible! These things happen all the time unfortunately. Such a rookie mistake. It looks like Kylie wouldn't be able to turn back... well, for who knows how long? A long time, for sure.\n\nThere were a lot of moments that weekend that Talia would remember for the rest of her life. The transformation. The clothes shopping. The drunk karaoke. All amazing things she would cherish for the rest of her life.\n\nBut nothing compared to the shine behind Kylie's eyes when she realized she didn't have to go back.\n\nThe next week, Avery's bridesmaid count would double to two. The month after that, Kylie proposed. A year later, she walked down the aisle in the prettiest dress that Talia had ever seen.\n\nAnd yeah, it took her a while to vocalize these things. A lot of people who go through these changes do. But when Kylie finally admitted who she was and stopped pretending to hope for a 'cure'?\n\nThat was the most herself she'd ever been."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After years of searching, a mage has at long last found the magical artifact of power they were looking for. Strangely, it's rather suggestive looking... And it seems to require some "encouragement" to get it working. The ancient texts never mentioned this.
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"content": "For years, I’d been seeking out this relic of untold power. As the most promising student of *Susan Sloane Sinclair’s School For Surreptitiously Spiritual Sorcery* ~ I, Charli Felicity Larsen, was no doubt seen by many as the brightest young witch of my age. \n\nSo on the cutting eve of my twentieth birthday, I set off on a lone quest. Prancing far, far away from my safe, magical campus, off into the Forbidden Forest, searching for the long lost **Plug of Perfection** — the secret to all knowledge, beauty, and wisdom in the known universe… supposedly. \n\nThe arcane texts I’ve been drawing from have admittedly not been *super* specific on just *how* I’m to use this curious gift if I were to so find it, shedding little light on the ultimate purpose of this most elusive treasure. Oh well. Ambition gets the better of me as I stride into a mysterious, shadowy everglade. Solo… skintight leather tunic, clinging like a pair of painted-on ass huggers to my admittedly bubbly, dummy thicc, *academic* **caboose** — the sheer soft, muscled phatness of my she mage *ass meat* was never something I was particularly proud of. Paired with these head-turning, juicy thighs, my fit yet genetically voluptuous Gen-Z, feminist wizard physique really distracted students and professors alike from taking me seriously as a top quality brain…\n\nNo matter. Ascending a set of stone steps, up and into a carved out, hollow, massive oak tree… I walk inside this wooden, fear-inducing cavern to collect my prize. Opening up a glowing box, like a 2022 gender swapped Indiana Jones as I retrieve the artificer of my destiny. This, *this* day will prove me the respectable sorceress! No more competing with the boys! Today, I finally get ahead, once and for all.\n\nPicking up the piece… I look at it with confusion. It’s so… small. And… pretty basic. A curved, jet-black, smooth plug. Solid, sleek, and cold to the touch. I’m about to consult my book of incantations on the matter… but suddenly…\n\n*“unnnnghhhh… OH MY GOD, it’s… IT’S IN MY ASS, fuckkkkk!!”*\n\nWithout a hint of warning, the Plug of Perfection disappears from my grasp… only to apparate again… lodged between my unsuspecting, daring, smothering sophomore *ass cheeks* — fuck!! The clearly dark magic item pressed itself right at my tight, never-before-violated, puckering young *butthole* in mere seconds. Thankfully lubed, yet persistent beneath my buttocks conforming medieval outfit… causing me to shudder and tongue loll like an outsmarted zoomer fuck toy as the implement so completely & fully tricked me into an inadvertent arse stuffing! Not feeling so smart now… mascara lined lashes a flutter. Whites of my eyes showing… used… played. Respected rump roast quivering like a bested slut. Defenseless against these dirty dark arts!\n\nIn the middle of the Forbidden Forest, I collapse onto all fours. Panting. Big, bouncy DD tits, heaving with every ragged, submissive breath. Flowing blonde hair, matted and humiliated with erotic exhaustion. I’m too taken aback to notice that the insidious plug has also caused all my clothing to instantaneously evaporate. Leaving my bronzed, lithe, thicc young sorceress physique butt naked, plugged… cold… wet… and rutted in the middle of this primal, derelict jungle.\n\n*“Unnnghhh… I’m such a dumbass for seeking you out, Plug of Perfection! I did not… gahhhh… do my homework!! Merlin’s Beard. You foul thing. I’m supposed to be the brightest witch of my age… not some… public backdoor sex doll! Unnnghhh…”*\n\nI moan in pure, feral embarrassment as the plug sinks deeper into my fucking naked zoomer ass!\n\n*“…but omg, please Plug, make me your stupid bitch! I… I lost… I lost… I LOST!!”*\n\nI should’ve done my field research. Oh. How the mighty. Have **fallen.**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Jack decided to attend his mate’s party but as he arrived at the doors the security guard stopped him. “Sorry, it’s a costume party, rules are you can’t attend without one. If you like, there’s a box of spares in the shed, good luck” Jack walked to the shed and frowned at the options
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"content": "After nearly half an hour of deliberation, Jack finally settled on one costume in particular. Compared to the other options on hand, it was relatively modest.\n\nHe dawned the long, fake silk robe of a dark red oriental dress. The tight fabric barely fitting his lithe, effete frame, and yet hugging his girlish curves and accentuating his body. A heart-shaped window upon the chest, obviously meat for exposing cleavage, was left only to expose his pale, hairless chest. Somehow, he only just then remembered he had unintentionally gone commando up to that point. With no under garments, he hoped the long front and back flaps of the dress would cloak his nudity.\n\n\"Ni hao! Looks good.\" The bouncer smiled, nodding happily as he held the door open for Jack. \"Head on in...\" He could tell the guard was checking out his ass as he apprehensively proceeded, as a glance over his shoulder would indicate.\n\nJack sifted through the dancers and the minglers, all in costumes of varying quality and originality. Some were cowboys and devils, others were specific characters from specific properties. A lot of eyes shifted towards him. Some accompanied by gaping maws of mild surprise and others with smiles of intrigue.\n\nHe felt the the uneasy weight of attention on his body. He was always a looker, a cute, fair-faced and effeminate guy. Paired with his flawlessly feminine voice, he could easily pass for a girl if he tried to. He ran his hands through his shoulder-length black hair, windswept yet silky smooth. He offered weak and apprehensive smiles to the onlookers as he proceeded.\n\n\"Hey there, gorgeous.\" A voice called to him, joined by a gand touching his shoulder. It was Brad, his friend and the organizer of this little get together. It was apparent that he had already dipped into the sauce and got himself a bit tipsy.\n\nHis hands slid down Jack's body and rested on his hip. A movement that stirred up Jack's gut, yet was somehow invigorating.\n\n\"Hey... Brad...\" he weakly responded. Looking brad over, he was shirtless. Muscles on display. Jack peered further down. Cowboy chaps with thin jeans beneath them. He could see the outline of his erection in one of the pant legs. Even through the denim he could see the man's thick, pulsating cock. \"Uhm... hey handsome.\" He corrected.\n\n\"I aint see you round here before, baby... you new?\"\n\n\"I've been here a few times.\"\n\n\"Really? I make sure I know all the cute little birds that wander through my lil... uhm... whats the word... har?\"\n\n\"Bar?\"\n\n\"Yes! Thats it. My bar. This is my bar.\" He takes another swig of his bottle. \"Say, wanna blow this joint?\"\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\"Ya know, go somewhere private... Id like to get to know ya...\"\n\n\"Actually, I would love that...\" Jack nodded. As Brad took his hand and slightly stumbled away into another room with Jack in tow. The hustle and bustle and pounding club music were left behind in favor of a more quiet and tranquil modern lounge.\n\n(To be continued... once i get back from work.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] after her has sex for first time, weird thing happen with her
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"content": "**Prompto Uno:** After having sex for the first time, she starts running into people having sex all around her. At work/school, in the park, at a stop light. Even stranger is how eager people seem to be to show themselves having sex in front of her as if they all want her to watch...\n\n**Prompto Dos:** After having sex for the first time, she can't help but notice she's become increasingly horny everyday since then. Stranger still, her body seems to change the hornier she gets. Her boobs get bigger, her thighs get thiccer, etc. Turns out, she's a wereslut and unless she gets regular sexual release, her arousal and transformations will build up until she transforms into a full slut that will fuck anything and everything around her until she satisfies her arousal and transforms back."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As her succubus heritage started to assert itself, her body got sexier, and her sexual urges got stronger to match. Surprisingly though, She was still the good natured tomboy her friends new, just one with the body of a sex goddess and certain... Cravings.
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"content": "\"I'm scared, Zio.\"\n\n\"I know.\"\n\nThe big white dragonborn wraps his arms around her, holding her close. For a moment, Ena wants him. She wants him so fucking bad. She wants to be pinned to the bed, helpless as he despoils the softest parts of herself, hearing his animal moans as he pleasures himself on her.\n\nShe could make him want her just as much. Play with his thoughts and twist his mind until he'd murder his entire family for a word of her praise. Or tear out his will and pour in her own, turning him into a little puppet for her pleasure until he bored her with his lovemaking, and she sent him away to wander the world, aching only for her touch.\n\nHer breath hitches as she suppresses tears. Those thoughts weren't *hers.* They never were. But they were in her mind anyways.\n\n\"I'm scared of what I'm turning into. Am I becoming a demon? Am I? Please, if I am, I need you to kill me. I... I can't become that.\"\n\n\"You're not.\"\n\nHis voice is soft and sure in her ears, filled with such undeniable conviction that her fears release for just a moment.\n\n\"But... but how? How do you know? You can't know that.\"\n\n\"You can choose. That's what separates us from our parents. You. Can. Choose.\"\n\nHe pulls away and she's left hanging. She turns to look at him and damn he was hot. A broad chest and perfect snout and eyes the color of arctic ice.\n\nThere was want in those eyes, too. She wasn't ignorant of the changes to her body. The ones that caused men to go weak when she spoke or fall to their knees at the merest suggestion of serving her. But they'd been together for decades. Slept together, fought together, even died together. Zioleos knew her better than she knew herself and trusted her just as much.\n\nThis decision was hers. Not his. Hers alone.\n\n\"What do you choose? Right now.\"\n\n\"I... I want...\"\n\nTwo impulses war in her core. There's warmth and wet and need between her legs and divine will in her chest. She had to pick one and they were both so very tempting.\n\nShe closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, centering herself. She may have been kicked out, but she was still a paladin of the Nameless Order, serving the Many-Faced God. And no demon mother would steal that from her.\n\nShe was Ena. And she would die before that changed.\n\n\"I want this.\"\n\nAnd she wraps her arms around Zioleos. Not a pin, not the beginnings of carnal satisfaction. Just the simple press and touch of people so close they might as well have been family.\n\nShe feels his arms around her back, feels him lay her down on the soft feather bed, feels him bury his snout in her hair.\n\n\"Okay. I'm proud of you.\"\n\nIt shouldn't have, but his praise fills her breast with warm certainty. If he thought it was right, then it was.\n\n\"I love you, Zio. You're the best thing that ever happened to me.\"\n\n\"I know, En. And I love you too. You're the best woman I can ever have, and you should never forget that.\"\n\n\"I won't. I... I swear that.\"\n\nShe buries her face in his chest, breathing in his sweet scent through the thin shirt and she finds herself exhausted. She can't help but yawn.\n\n\"I'm... I'm going to sleep now. Can you stay with me?\"\n\n\"I can. I'll be here when you wake up and I'll be here while you still need me. That's my promise.\"\n\nAnd then... and then she can't think of a response. Sleep wells up in her and she drifts off in his arms, warm and safe and for the first time in ages and ages, mercifully free of desire.\n\n(I know there's no sex in this one, but I feel like that would have gone against the point of the story. I hope it's good anyways.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Curious as to why Bikini Armor is so prevalent despite its lack of defensive ability, an effete adventurer buys himself a set. He noticed a Charisma buff, alongside another peculiar side effect(s)...
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"content": "\"For me, it was just, like, ridiculous, you know? Why did all the blacksmiths spend all their time making these hilariously impractical suits of armor. And, before you get all high and mighty, I get it. The Adventurer's Guild was in desperate need of better female representation and obviously there's been a big uptick in membership since the tax rebate was introduced. But still, it's ridiculous.\n\nFor one thing, they don't look like they protect the torso or legs at all. And those are pretty essential parts of the humanoid body, as I'm sure I don't have to tell you. And another thing. It's terribly distracting to join a group and go off to fight hordes of monsters while trying to keep your gaze off all the exposed flesh on the battlefield. Being horny, terrified, and courageous all at once is exhausting!\n\nBut you know what really grinds my gears? It's that bikini armor gets all the cool buffs and materials. Just once I'd like to see a set of pauldrons with some rhinestones. Or some greaves with a flower pattern running their length. But nooooo. Instead, it's all greys, blacks, and industrial designs. Not to mention the problems with finding anything in my size, considering I am on the smaller side for an adventurer.\"\n\nIt was at this point that I realized I had an audience. When I started on my diatribe, I was just speaking with one other person at the local watering hole. But somewhere along the line, four or five others had come and sit down with us. And they were paying rapt attention to me.\n\nThis just confirmed my suspicions. The armor I was wearing really did make me more charismatic! And by a wide margin too.\n\n\"Sounds like you were jealous. Is that why you're wearing your own set of bikini armor right now?\"\n\nI gritted my teeth at the low-brow remark. Some people's children, I swear...\n\n\"I am not jealous, thank you very much! I'm merely claiming a small piece of the adventuring lifestyle for myself. And it clearly has some merits, as I've found myself markedly more successful both on the battlefield and off since making the change. \n\nAlthough you shouldn't be fooled into thinking it's been easy. Quite the contrary. I've had to do loads more solo adventurers as girls won't work with me anymore and guys can't risk their reputation. In fact, this is the first time I've been comfortable enough to relax in a local establishment.\"\n\nInwardly, I gasped as I realized the truth of this statement. I'd been too embarrassed to do anything social at first. But you can only go so long talking to the same merchants before you get a little stir crazy. Honestly, I don't know why I waited so long. Seeing all these people so interested in me was exhilarating. And, oddly, pretty arousing too.\n\n\"Well I for one think it's very brave boy.\" The fellow who said this resembled a bear, hairy and giant as he was. \"Were it not for my size, I'd join you in this quest in a heartbeat.\"\n\n\"Here, here.\" A woman spoke up from somewhere further down the table. She stood and I saw that she was wearing a full suit of armor, her red curls poking out from the bottom of the helmet. \"I appreciate the protection that traditionally-male armor offers, but I recognize my own privilege in being able to choose between all the armor sets on the market.\"\n\nA cheer arose from the table with her remarks and cries for a toast came. Fresh ale was brought, flagons were raised, and soon the lot of us was singing, dancing, and participating in general merriment. \n\nAs the night wore on, I noticed a couple of things. One was how, whenever I went to relieve myself, I couldn't resist getting myself hard and coming to the edge of orgasm. There was just something about pulling down the reinforced leather g-string and stoking my cock that felt incredible.\n\nThe other thing I noticed was how the two adventurers that had spoke out in my favor kept looking at me. There was lust in their eyes and all three of us seemed waiting to make our move. When the man (his name was Kaidan) came over to tell me he had a private room I could stay in if I wished, I didn't hesitate to agree. He motioned to the woman (Trys) and soon the three of us were alone in relative silence.\n\nWe took turns doffing the armor of one another. Kissing and stroking each person's body in turn. I loved the feeling of Kaidan's hair on my face and the softness of Trys' skin. We collapsed onto the bed with me in the middle. As he pressed himself against my ass, I buried my face betwixt her breasts. She played with my balls and stroked my growing shaft.\n\nI moaned as I felt the large man's penis continue to engorge between my cheeks. I could feel the wetness leaking from its tip as he pressed it against my begging hole. He spread me and told me to ask for it. I stared up into Trys' eyes and urged him to enter me. A smile played across her lips as I gasped in surprise, feeling inch after inch slide deep inside me.\n\nKaidan's thrusts were strong and deliberate. I loved the feeling of his rock-hard cock as he nuzzled the back of my neck. Barely able to think, I was only slightly aware that Trys had slid down. Her hand was moving my cock along her slit and our fluids mixed. The heat of it felt good and I thought about how our mouths and genitals were performing their own mating rituals, together and separate.\n\nAnd then she slid down my length, using her hips to guide herself lower and lower. The dual sensations were too much for me (not the edging helped either) and I tried desperately to let her know I was going to cum. But I wasn't fast enough and my eyes rolled back as I filled her full of my seed. Only, Trys didn't stop. She just kept pressing and pulling herself on my spent rod. I had to wriggle away, pushing myself further down Kaidan and rolling us onto our backs to get away.\n\nThen I began riding him in reverse cowgirl. Trys got on her knees and slowly licked at the fluids dripping down my groin as my flaccid penis bobbed up and down in rhythm. Kaidan's large hands on my hips helped guide my motions and soon I felt his muscles tighten. Moments later, his seed dripped out from inside me.\n\nAnd so the night continued, with Kaidan and Trys having their own fun as I recovered, Trys and I taking Kaidan's second load all over our faces, and other lewd acts. It was only in the morning that I realized this was my first bisexual encounter and something I hadn't considered possible beforehand. As I slid my armor back on the following morning, the worry about such things faded away and my thoughts turned towards what I might get up to this evening."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was a bully, but decided to become a better person after a local hero saved her live. One day, after a hard fight, she finds him unconscious in the streets. When she takes him home and removes his mask she is shocked to see, that the hero she had a crush on is the boy she bullied the most.
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"content": "I come too in a panic. My hands are tied up above my head. I’m blindfolded so I can't see. I can’t feel the ground as I swing back and forth. My whole body is in pain but my healing has finally kicked in so I should be good soon.\n\nNow to figure out where I am.\n\n“Hello?” I yell out.\n\n“Oh you’re awake. Goodie. I’ve been waiting for you to awaken.” I hear a female voice say to me. A female voice I would never forget. I know that voice but I don’t know why it’s her that has me tied up.\n\n“SO, FMan. You’re actually Steve from high school. Ha. Who would have known that FMan likes to be bullied by a strong woman such as myself.”\n\nI feel her step up next to me. I can feel her eyes on my body. That’s when I realize that I don’t feel any clothes on me. I’m hanging naked in front of Shelly. What the fuck?\n\nShe runs her hands over my chest.\n\n“There’s no way you would have let me bully you in high school, not with your strength. You could have beat me up without a thought couldn’t you?” She says as she starts to circle me trailing her fingertips across my body as she moves.\n\n“That means you liked it. Wanted to be bullied. Otherwise you would have stopped it.” She stops in front of me and pulls my blindfold off.\n\n“I’m betting you still do. So here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to bully you while I make you do things for me and if you're a good boy I might let you have a treat. What do you say?” She asks as her eyes drill into mine.\n\nI gulp and then node my head yes. “Please.”\n\nShe grins and says “Let’s get started.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was hot enough to be out of her friends leagues. She knew it, and they knew it. That didn't change the fact that there was something she just loved about getting them off with her tits, her mouth, her hands, or her thighs...
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"content": "Jennifer had a bit of a quandary in her life. She was born with exceptional beauty, but all she really wanted to do was play D&D and geek out. She was never much into sports. She'd tried softball for a while, but she hated running. She didn't even like the idea of sweating. So she ended up joining the math club and doing a double-major in mathematics and computer science. \nConsequently all of her friends were either guys who were into gaming and the geeky side of life, or girls who were into gaming and the geeky side of life, which made her feel kinda out of place. Her friends weren't especially attractive, so they didn't know what to make of her. There was no way she could date any of them, so they were all just friends. \nFor her part, she tried dating conventionally attractive people. She even lost her virginity to one of them. However, these relationships wouldn't work. They always were too boring and found her too weird. She just wanted to hang out with her geeky friends and play D&D or watch anime or something. As time went on though she increasingly began to feel sorry for her friends. They never had dates, or girlfriends, or anything that would make their lives more exciting. She could feel them becoming increasingly horny, and she knew that her appearance was making them want to spend less and less time with her. \nOne day she sat there while they all played a board game. The air felt awkward and she could smell the arousal of her three friends. They spoke freely with each other, but not with her. She contemplated the conversation. She wasn't willing to have sex with them, or date them. But... what if... \nSee, Jennifer wasn't really getting any action either. She wasn't willing to fuck anyone, but the thought that she could bring her friends some sort of pleasure had begun to intrigue her. It would be something that they could do together. Something that would let them just be friends. Jennifer looked at her position on the board to see how likely she was to win. \nIt was a game where they would be competing to get to the same location as many times as possible by moving around the board. She was okay at the game, and she was usually pretty quick at seeing the best move. In fact, she usually won. Her position looked good and she said, \"Okay, guys. Let's make this interesting. I'll give a handjob to the winner. If I win, you have to... let me pick the next game.\" \nHer friends all looked at each other and then back at her. She could see that they were surprised at her offer. They weren't sure how to take it. Her position was good, but not great. However, Jennifer had never even hinted that anything like this would even be possible with her. There was a long silence between them. \n\"Okay,\" one of them finally said. \"You have a deal.\" \nJennifer made her next move. From that moment the game felt more intense, but also somehow more friendly. Everyone playing was trying their best, but no one wanted to make a mistake. Everyone was trying to think of what move would be best, or what would cause the least harm to their position without being mean to anyone else. It was a very different sort of game from before. It made her feel very close to them. \nShe wasn't even thinking about winning the game anymore; she was just enjoying the moment. She made a move, and it didn't work out very well. Her friend then made a move and she used his position to create a chance to move back into the lead. She did a little dance with her fingers. She smiled and said, \"Yeah!\" \nShe was surprised to hear her friends all cheering her on. Even with the reward they she was offering they actually cared more about her gameplay than about the handjob she'd offers to the winner. She made her next move, she could see the winning strategy before her. It was something she would do herself anyway, but that would allow her to stay in the lead. She couldn't help but smile. It felt good that they cared enough about her to want her to win. \nThe game came down to the final few moves. She could see that there was no way they could win unless one of them made an extremely good move. Jennifer bit her lip. She was going to do this. She made her move, then the next, and finally in the final round she got the winning token. \nHer friends cheered, but she felt a liitle sad too. She realized that she had been thinking about the handjob she'd been promising them if she lost. She almost felt a bit of regret about winning. She smiled at her friends and said, \"That was great. We all played better than I've ever seen.\" \n\"Yeah,\" one of them said. \"You did great.\" \nThey moved over and gave her some pats on the back and some hugs. She returned the hugs and the kisses but wonder if there was something more she could do for them. Her pussy was aching from having to keep it under control as they played. Her mind was filled with thoughts of how it would feel to please them she bit her lower lip and said, \"I am a little disappointed I won though...\" \nEvery one of them looked at her quizzically and then all spoke at once saying, \"What?\" \nJennifer gave a frustrated lille sigh, \"Come on guys. None of you are getting laid, and I'm not getting laid. I don't want to date you or fuck you, but couldn't we, as friends, take care of each other a bit?\" \n\"You're kidding,\" her friend John said. \n\"No, I'm not.\" Jennifer replied. \"What do you guys say? How about it?\" \n\"But why would you want that?\" Michael asked. \nJennifer blushed. For as long as she could remember her sexual fantasies always involved pleasing her partner with her breasts or her cunt or her mouth or something similar. She never dreamed about herself getting any pleasure at all. She felt like she was betraying herself somehow. \"I don't know. I... I just do.\" \nHer third friend, Brian, shrugged and sad, \"I'm cool with it.\" \nJennifer smiled at Brian and said, \"Go get some olive oil and you three sit on the couch.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The rent was too good to turn down, but she never expected to live with a tentacle monster roommate...
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"content": "Alice held the piece of paper close, the writing was in her hand but she didn’t remember writing the address. It wouldn’t be written unless it was important. She looked up, finding herself in an industrial park, thick pipes rimmed with bolts that warned of untold pressure and a constant buzz of wires above, angry at the just past downpour. The grey of the scrapers high above rolled down through the endless glass to the steel of homes to the brick of shops and finally down to the cement of industrial foundation.\r \nBuilding 8c, 3rd floor, 8th door on the left.\r \nAlice pushed the heavy metal door open with a scratch that echoed through the empty space. A loud clunk in the distance sounded, like something had waited a decade for an excuse to fall.\r \nThe steppes creaked and wined, stained with her wet footprints in the caked dust.\r \n“1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7…”\r \n\\*knock knock\\*\r \nBlack tendrils curled around the doorframe, pulling the wood ajar. A dinner plate eye analized her through the crack, snapping up and down her body.\r \n“Hello?” asked Alice up at the eye.\r \n“Roommate?” grumbled the voice.\r \nAlice checked the paper she held, turning it over to see “Room for rent” written on the back.\r \n“Yes, I’m here to see if it is suitable.”\r \nThe door slammed, there was a rattle of chain before it opened again to reveal a wall of black writhing shapes, he retreated a tendril at a time revealing a large open space, cables snaked along the aged wooden floor, the wair warm, there were no footprints but that made sense, the owner seemed to float.\r \n“I didn’t bring much…” she said, realising she didn’t even have an overnight bag with her.\r \n“All one has want for.” said the floating eye, a mouth pulling through the shapes to reveal a broad crescent smile of flat topped teeth.\r \nA tentacle drew back drawing her eye to reveal a wrought iron bed frame dressed in blue sheets with a spot of black, the warm orange glow of a lamp by a reading chair, a desk that held a multitude of small items displayed and neatly aligned.\r \nAlice stepped closer, realising the black smudge on the bed was a pile of folded clothes beside a towel, on the desk lay a pen, note books, a stack of $10 notes, a toothbrush still in its wrapper, soap, toothpaste and a hair brush.\r \n“Acceptable? All one needs to be happy.”\r \n“Not everything.”\r \n“Will provide what is needed to be happy.”\r \n“I will need to eat.”\r \n“Made room in fridge for you.”\r \nAlice began to nod to herself. “This will work.” she said, unable to find fault in the offered utilities.\r \n“Roommate agreement, Alice has time, I receive currency.”\r \nAlice slipped a ten off the neat pile on the desk and held it toward the floating creature.\r \nTentacles whipped out, wrapping around her wrist, slipping up her arm to the elbow, it felt wet and warm and tingling all at once causing Alice to let out a light start at the surprise of it all. The note was eased from between her fingers.\r \n“A pact is forged.” said the half moon mouth, annunciating each word as though savouring them.\r \n“Neat! I am Alice.”\r \n“Am Rue.”\r \nAlice turned away from Rue, unfolding the pile of clothes, they were sorted into individual outfits, all variations of black lace dress with nylon stockings and cotton underwear, the occasional gloves, choker, hair pins and other accessories in the mix. Her wet hair rhythmically dripped on the floor and so she pulled out the first outfit, removing the ‘Day 1’ post it note from the top. She turned to find Rue on the far side of the open, unwalled space, hovering high before screens that flashed images, a tentacle lazily hanging down over a guitar that lay on the floor, tip grazing over the strings as it swayed this way and that.\r \nShe began removing her clothes, the white top clinging to her wet pale skin as she untangled herself. Fingers running down into the skirt and underwear. The thick plush towel wicking away all the wet but did nothing for the chill that sank into her bones. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, starting at her still tingling arm and chasing across her. She shook out a shiver and slipped on the underwear, tight and form fitting, snug and dry. She eased up the stockings and struggled into the stress that ended above her knees while stepping toward him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Things Between Friends
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"content": "“Too bad the pool table has such a line up,” I sighed. \n\n“Oh, I’m great at pool,” Morgan announced. “Don’t make a fool of myself at all. I know how to hold the cue and everything.”\n\nI smiled uncertainly at her. “That’s good.”\n\nRuby had her face buried in her hands. \n\n“Is everything ok, hon?” I whispered.\n\nWithout looking up, Ruby nodded into her hands.\n\n“Ok. I’ll get the drinks, shall I? What does everyone want?”\n\n“Vodka cranberry,” Morgan said.\n\nI laughed. “Ok. Vodka cran for the girl who doesn’t drink. Same for you, Rubes?”\n\n“Just something light,” she squealed from behind her hands, her black hair hanging around her face\n\nI shrugged and walked over to the bar. I took my order with the barkeep, and looked back toward our table. Ruby was smacking Morgan repeatedly on the arm, while Morgan was practically crying from laughter. Must be an inside joke or something. Ruby pulled something out of her purse and kept waving it at Morgan, who was shaking her head. \n\nI grabbed my drinks and walked over to the table. They got suspiciously quiet when I arrived.\n\n“Got you a Corona,” I said, sliding the bottle over to Ruby. “Lightest thing I could think of.”\n\nMorgan took her drink and sipped it, looking over at Ruby, who went back to staring down at the table.\n\n“I’ll be right back,” Morgan announced, suddenly. “Gotta use the bathroom.”\n\nShe skirted away, leaving me bemused, and Ruby looking strangely petrified.\n\n“I’ve never seen her so lively,” I said, taking a swig of my beer. “I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but I kinda thought she disliked me.”\n\nRuby’s head whipped up, looking surprised.\n\n“Why would you think that?”\n\nI shrugged. “She gets quiet when I’m around. And she never makes eye contact.”\n\nRuby started anxiously fiddling with her hair. “She does like you. She’s just really shy. You don’t think she was shy?”\n\n“Maybe a little,” I said, shrugging. “I don’t know. Just sort of thought maybe I said something. Besides, what does she have to be shy about?”\n\n“Well,” Ruby said, avoiding eye contact and blushing again. “Maybe, it’s because, uh, she isn’t used to being around someone so cute.”\n\nI snorted. “That’s a good impression of her,” I said. “For a while, I thought something was up with you.”\n\n“I mean it! Maybe she does think you’re cute. And…and nice. Maybe she wishes she could be with someone like that.”\n\nI frowned. “Well, Morgan’s cute. Do you think it’s a confidence thing?”\n\nThis seemed to make Ruby blush even more. “You think she’s cute?” She asked, eyes darting between the table top and me.\n\n“I can’t see how anyone would think otherwise. Petite redhead? The whole shy thing? Lots of guys go for that.”\n\nHer eyes shone in that way you normally only see in a Disney film. \n\n“I mean…you obviously know I go for taller girls,” I said, suspecting that I might have said something wrong. \n\n“Right…And I am one of those,” she said, taking a long sip of her beer. “Tall and model-like, that’s me.”\n\n“You’re pretty silly tonight, huh?” I grinned.\n\n“Is that bad?” She asked. \n\n“It’s cute,” I said, lowering my voice. “I’m not used to you being more, you know. Submissive.”\n\nShe nearly spat out her beer as I rubbed my foot against hers."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Breaking the elven stereotypes
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"content": "History tells us that elves are creatures of grace, of poise, of *elegance*, but what history tends to leave out is the elves who are the exact opposite, such as the elf sitting before you. Old, dingey clothes draped their body lazily, hair was unkempt and tied up and they sat sprawled out in their chair. While you found this...nature of theirs curious indeed, one thing remains true across all the elves - their beauty was unmatched. \n\nSo what did this elf want with you?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At first, she was ticked off at her roommate constantly tricking her into eating their pumpkin spice flavored cum... But now it embarrassed her to admit she was starting to feel her mouth water whenever she looked at their crotch...
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"content": "For as long as Jennifer could remember she loved the taste of pumpkin spice. To her, a whiff of the smell flooded her with all the most pleasant memories. Her mother would make homemade pumpkin pie, and she could practically taste the sweet treat from the moment her nose got a whiff of the aroma. She couldn't explain why pumpkin spice reminded her of home, but it always did. \nNow in college, she loved the pumpkin spice flavored coffee at Starbucks, and she never failed to stop by their location to buy a pumpkin spice muffin every morning. Every day, she would have a muffin for breakfast with her coffee. She'd then grab a cup of coffee to go, and walk to class. After class, she'd have another cup of coffee at the campus cafeteria, where they also sold pumpkin spice lattes. Then she'd head back to her apartment for an early night. \nShe was living in a mixed gender dormitory, and as a freshman, she had chosen a room with to a boy named Michael. It was her first year of college, and she was nervous about living on her own for the first time. But Michael was really nice, and they made an effort to get to know each other. \nMichael was very handsome, tall and lean with dark brown hair that fell down in soft waves past his shoulders. He had the cutest smile that made her heart melt. She didn't know him very well, but she found he had a great sense of humor. He always seemed so calm and collected around her, which made her feel calm and collected around him. \nIt didn't take very long for Michael to notice Jennifer's love of everything pumpkin spice, and he would always tease her about her affinity for the delicious scent. \n\"I don't know what it is about you that you love pumpkin spice so much,\" he once said as he handed her a cup of the sweet drink. \"But I love it too.\" \n\"I'm sorry,\" she laughed, \"It's just so darn good.\" \n\"Oh yeah,\" Michael agreed, \"It's good, but... never mind, it's embarrassing.\" \n\"No!\" Jennifer insisted, \"What? Tell me.\" \nMichael blushed, \"No, I shouldn't.\" \nShe playfully slapped his arm, \"Come on! You can tell me.\" \nMichael looked around nervously before saying, \"My... cum tastes and smells like it. It always has. I don't know why, but it does. It's really embarrassing.\" \nJennifer stared into his eyes, \"You're kidding.\" \n\"I'm not kidding,\" he insisted. \"My cum is just really good.\" \n\"It can't be,\" she said with a smile. \"It's impossible.\" \nMichael raised an eyebrow, \"Do you want me to prove it to you?\" \nJennifer scoffed, \"Are you trying to trick me into giving you a blowjob?\" \nMichael sighed and looked away, \"I never should have mentioned it. Let's forget this whole thing.\" \nJennifer folded her arms, \"No, Michael. Are you serious?\" \nMichael nodded sadly and sighed again. \nJennifer pursed her lips as she thought for a moment, then said, \"Okay.\" \n\"Okay?\" Michael said with surprise. \n“Okay, prove it.\" \nMichael looked around awkwardly. He said, \"How? You want me to cum in a cup or something?\" \nJennifer said, \"Okay, you figure it out.\" \nTheir conversation ended."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I turned into a woman... and I like it!
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"content": "Shannon, a horny geek boy, is not at all ashamed to go on and on about how hot women are, how women should dress and act sluttier, how slutty *he'd* be if he was a woman, and so on.\n\nA witch overhears and, offended, curses Shannon to become a woman. Surely this would teach him a lesson.\n\nInstead, Shannon takes to bisexual promiscuity like a fish to water — to the point that it embarrasses her guy friends, who take some time to come to terms with finding her so attractive."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A goth girl finds her breasts and her libido growing right alongside her mystical abilities. Turns out the demon she chose as a patron was a succubus. A cutesy, bimbo, cheerleader succubus who finds all of this just *too much* fun...
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"content": "“So that’s my show for today. Great wasn’t it? I got to show you my latest and most powerful spell to date and it sure was a big one! Make sure to like, subscribe, and leave a comment below. Also after this live broadcast is over I’ll be switching platforms for some continued X-rated content so make sure to find me there if you want more of me. Thanks again and have a great one.” \n\nBell says with a smile into the camera as she hits stop on the live broadcast.\n\n“Hey babe. That latest spell really pushed my limits. I now need you to push mine. Let me just hit record and we can get started.” \n\n“I’ll be a bit. I ate something that didn’t agree with me at lunch and I can’t seem to get off the toilet.” Tom yells back from behind the bathroom door.\n\n“Ewww.. gross.” Bell says before she hits record.\n\n“Hey everyone. I just finished showing off my latest magic spell which you can find on my other channel if you're interested. But as you’ve come to expect I’m quite horny after performing magic and I need to scratch that itch. Will daddy, you, please help me?”\n\nBell says with a cute sexy voice as she starts to strip her clothes off. Removing her black t-shirt followed by her black lacy bra. Her DD Breasts bouncing across the screen once freed.\n\n“Much better. You like my tits don’t you daddy? What would you do to them if I let you? Would you lick them? Maybe you’d slap them? Twist my nipples? Mmmmm.”\n\nBell stands up from the chair, the camera now focused on her belly and legs. She turns around showing off her ass in black skin tight yoga pants before she pulls them down revealing her lacy black thong. The thong doesn’t stay long as she pulls that off as well showing her shaking naked ass to the camera.\n\n“Do you like my ass daddy? It’s so nice and plump. You can really get a handful unlike all those little twigs running around. And look daddy, if I lean forward you can see my shaved pussy. What do you want to do to my little needy cunt daddy?”\n\nBell dances around for a little bit as she listens to the rock music in the background. The pings of tips can be heard as the viewers are enjoying the show.\n\nShe stops dancing with the end of the song and sits down in her computer chair, her whole naked body now viewable to the camera.\n\n“Did you like daddy? Did my naked body get you all hot and bothered? Maybe you need to pull that big hard cock out for me. I want it daddy. I want to see. Pull that cock out daddy.”\n\nBell says as she fondles her tits as she looks into the camera. Her eyes are large as her tongue flicks across her lips.\n\n“Yes daddy. Stroke that big fat hard cock for me. I want it so hard for me daddy. Make your cock feel good for me. Stroke it up and down, like I’m doing with this dildo.”\n\nBell has pulled out a dildo and is holding it above her pussy with the head pointed out. She’s slowly stroking it with one hand.\n\nPings of tips incoming increase as she strokes the cock.\n\n“You like that daddy? You like it when I play with your cock?”\n\nAs Bell is playing with the dildo a scorched letter falls from nowhere to land on her tits.\n\n“What?” Bell asks as she stops entertaining and picks up the letter. All that it says is “Bell” on the front.\n\nShe opens it and reads the one line of words written there out loud.\n\n“I’ve been having so much fun watching you lately that I thought I’d give you another gift tonight.”\n\n“That’s unexpected. I wonder what it could be?” Bell says.\n\nThe letter bursts into flames and flashes out of reality. The dildo follows a moment later.\n\nBell feels a tingling coming from her abdomen, right above her pussy. She looks down and watches as a lump starts to form. It continues to grow until her skin splits open and a small penis flops out. The penis continues to grow in size as the skin smooths over and closes up. Once the penis gets to the size of about 6 inches it stops growing.\n\nIt’s all vein y and soft but definitely a cock attracted to her body right above her pussy.\n\n“Holy Shit Holy Shit Holy Shit! I have a cock!” Bell gasps out.\n\nThe computer speakers are continuously pining with tips as they won’t stop.\n\n“It doesn’t hurt. If anything it feels kind of nice. Daddy… Will you still fuck me?” Bell asks as she starts to investigate her new appendage.\n\nHer new cock starts to harden in her hands becoming engorged. It’s full size now at 8 inches."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Spooky Body Swaps
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"content": "\\- A sex-starved milf barely sleeps the night before her college daughter's sorority halloween party, when she overhears her daughter's friends talk about the guys they want to fuck, and the sexy costumes they've prepared. When they wake up switched, and both crush on the same man/men, it's a race to see who will have the best night.\n\n\\- Just before his sentencing, an enemy alien general uses its final hidden power, swapping consciousness with the space marine who caught it. The next day has plans for parades and revelry honoring the brave soldier and his defeat of the inhuman menace, complete with the alien on display as the space marines drink, fuck, and celebrate their victory with the collective of all the best a grateful humanity has to offer...\n\n\\- An elderly witch and warlock each have an apprentice who is highly attractive and often shirk their duties/magical training, much to the annoyance of their masters. Together, the pair conjure body-swapping spells and trick their pupils."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A prompt which emphasizes the horror in Horror Erotica without being gross.
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"content": "\\- A girl tries to escape the lair of a mad scientist Saw-style, but instead of having gory challenges to progress, each time is a sexual challenge (dildo size, cum eating, slapping/degradation, etc.)\n\n\\- She is enthralled by a monster called the Taker, and addicted to sex with him/it, though it exacts a toll each time they fuck. Despite that, she can't help herself. What is taken each time, whether it's days off her life, memories, something physical, or other things entirely, she still finds herself wet at the thought of going back for more. \n\n\\- A pair of extremely attractive twins seduce women to their apartment to be fucked by them both simultaneously. One brother is controlled, romantic, and responsible. The other is a crazed, lusty psychopath. As they fuck their target, they debate her fate."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Knock up the girls at college
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"content": "The newest sorority is extremely popular, because it's main focus is on having it's girls be pregnant sluts as much as possible. If you aren't pregnant, you're taking fertility enhancers & sleeping with as many guys as possible until you are, then you sleep around with as many guys as possible with your heavily pregnant belly.\n\nThey not only take in futas, but even guys (after they turn them into very fertile breedable girls)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] The tiefling attempted to keep her succubus ancestry a secret, to avoid becoming the party fuckdoll instead of a valuable ally. Still though, she can only hide so much and only control her urges for so long. Fortunately, it turns out she can be two things...
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"content": "The sheer amount of lore and world building that goes into this story is quite impressive. The real star of the show though are the very detailed and well-rounded interactions between the characters. We get a lot of dialogue here, and it's extremely useful for exploring the characters' personalities, backstories, and relationships. We get several anecdotes and lots of exposition to tell us just who and how these characters are. There's no shortage of details about everything from their ages to the specifics of their professions to their ongoing internal thought processes, and we are always kept directly apprised of everything that's going on or has gone on. It's a very rich tapestry of character and situation info, and it keeps us well situated in that regard. We get the basic origins of Harmony's name and quite a bit of both implicit and explicit backstory about her relationship with her father. We also get brief cutaways during most conversations to characters justifications for their words or opinions.\n\nThe overall level of description of everything going on is quite high and quite good. We get a fairly vivid picture of just what everyone and everything looks like. The action to is also described in quite good detail, with characters stage business getting quite good description, and of course with the sex also being lovingly detailed. The bits of caresses and indeed fellatio and more are all given good and tactile descriptions that convey the things quite clearly.\n\nOn a writing/pacing level, and also one somewhat related to the plot, the story does interrupt itself quite a bit, and this can break up flow and momentum noticeably. Characters are barely able to perform an action without justifying it or pausing to speak about it and/or then digressing into something else before either continuing or abandoning their original course. This can render things a bit disjointed in parts, but it does have the side effect of giving us more backstory and more context for the situations, so it's a bit of a mixed bag. The story does seem to excel best in its explorations of character history and psychology, so it makes sense to digress into those areas frequently, even if it means that other aspects aren't really allowed their full or uninterrupted time in the spotlight.\n\nHarmony is quite the interesting character, although it's hard to believe that she was able to keep even the biggest pretense of a secret, let alone for years, with the way that she seems to blurt out her business so readily. That she's been suppressing her sexuality apparently for all of this time is disconcerting, but then It does seem that she has a history of trauma which would justify it, although one wonders how she's managed to get along. We get an excellent picture of her internal life throughout the story, and we can see how she ends up being so passive, as a result of her past. Her final resolution with how she almost abandons being a bard until being instructed not to do so is somewhat of a culmination of that. She's definitely a fine lead for an exploration of her specific circumstances and brand of submissiveness. She's quite likeable, and so are her other party members.\n\nWe get a bit of explicitly extremely temporary transformation too, and it's well described. Certainly fun in concept. \n\nThis was, overall, an extremely good fit for the prompt and a unique and detailed interpretation of things. We get a very educational and wholesome story out of it. The story overall teaches quite a bit and models best practices in many ways. It's highly instructive in places and as an example for healthy boundaries and careful exploration of a situation. It's a very thoughtful and character-driven piece that fits the premise it sets out for. A very good story overall! Thanks for writing, and thanks for responding to the prompt!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A thief steals a priceless ruby known as The Heart of The Succubus. However, she soon can't seem to find it on her person, her body starts getting sexier, and her libido starts to rise...
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"content": "Todd sighed, leaning back in his chair and watching the trees blowing in the building crescendo of wind outside. The rain hadn’t started yet but he knew it would soon, combining with the strengthening winds to chase people back to their homes and putting everyone’s life on hold for yet another storm.\nA glint would normally catch his eye, whether it be caused from sunlight, a street lamp, or the spotlight that typically shone. Yet now… nothing. The sun was setting-blocked by trees- and the streetlights weren’t on yet, but the spotlight shone on the small case set before the window as it always did. Yet no glint rewarded the diligent lights efforts.\n\nHe stood shakily, arms clenching the rests of his armchair and requiring a conscious effort to release. He walked to the window and the case before it, not daring to breath, eyes wide and hands clenched with cold sweat breaking out seemingly everywhere that sported a pore capable of the feat.\n\nIt was gone. The soft cushion that once held a beautiful diamond and ruby encrusted circlet was there, the circlet was not. The thing had sat there so long that it’s outline was still visible, the few ounces it weighed sufficient to impress itself upon the seat it had rested upon for years. Decades. Now it was gone.\n\nTodd walked as quickly as unsteady feet would allow him, whipping open the cabinet on the far wall that held the concealed surveillance system. A single camera pointed at the circlets former home and connected solely to a dedicated DVR, that DVR connected only to a small monitor and the electricity and backup battery that enabled the devices to do their duties.\n\nUpon the screen held the last frame recorded after the circlets case opened and triggered the system. A slim figure in dark pants, shirt, and mask with a clutch of hair bound up in a net behind her head. She bore the crouched posture of an infrequent thief that had watched to many Hollywood heist movies and done little if any thievery in real life.\n\nShe looked pretty, even obscured as she was by her dark and bulky clothing. He tapped at the systems controls and watched the recordings of her deeds. She was nervous, skittish. Innocent yet brave and mischievous enough to be there. Not recognizable as anyone he knew. She snuck in, stood still for minutes, her head cocked as if listening for something. She walked around the room and peaked at every shelf and every nook and corner in the room, running gloved hands over items she found suspicious. Seemingly satisfied she strode purposefully to the case, lifted its cover and snatched out the circlet. Her prize secured she carefully returned the cases top and then seemingly flew from the room as if being chased by demons.\n\nThe recording ended and he let out a deep breath, running his hands through his greying hair and leaning against the nearest wall. The monitor again showed the last frame where the thief was visible.\n\n“Finally.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Some isekai prompts please!
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"content": "Lots of random ideas came from this one, hopefully something is interesting (and feel free to go as dark, funny, or fairy-tale as you like).\n\n\\- an instagram-and-tiktok attention whore snaps a pic of herself on a phone that isn't hers (maybe a girl/guy she was mocking as not being cute enough for her) which transports her to a gritty, low-fantasy world, and places her in the character of a thief sneaking around in the middle of a dangerous heist in a dungeon/castle/jealous and voluptuous witch's lair. capture means she is left to the whims of the sorceress, who is rumored to be very creative in her punishments... **\\[TL;DR - Bitch with no practical skills is thrown into dangerous situation\\]**\n\n\\- a girl bored at work clicks on a phishing email that promises a new job with excitement and \"benefits\". She is thrown into a hellish fantasy world (think terminator, but the robots are orcs, designed by magic users to protect humanity, but instead they rise up and take whatever and whomever they want) as a beacon of the fledgling human resistance. She is a target for many, an idol for others as her body morphs into the \"ideal\" of the world, and could be freshly captured, about to broker peace (by \\*any\\* means?) or any other scenario you want. **\\[TL;DR - a now sexier babe faces down big-cocked monsters\\]**\n\n\\- a collection of characters (genders up to you) eat at a strange restaurant after begging to stop in as it closes. The cook presents them with fragrant and delicious food which makes them dizzy and sick, and they wake up transformed into horny monsters with undefended towns just outside their lair... **\\[TL;DR - Hungry college kids become horny monsters\\]**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her job working as a living statue sounded so easy on paper, "don't move until your shift is over." The pose wasn't uncomfortable, nor was she particularly shy, being nude in public. The issue was, as a public "artwork" anyone could touch her all they want and she still wasn't allowed to move.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: Her job working as a living statue sounded so easy on paper, \"don't move until your shift is over.\" The pose wasn't uncomfortable, nor was she particularly shy, being nude in public. The issue was, as a public \"artwork\" anyone could touch her all they want and she still wasn't allowed to move."
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"content": "She walked up to the swing in the center of the room of the adult art studio, she took off her top tucked her upper thigh length skirt behind her as she sat on the swing. Her left hand grabbed the chain just above her head thumb down just like she was told. She placed a whistle in her mouth, her right hand grabbed chain on her right above her head, also thumb down. Her feet dangled toes barely touching the floor.\n\nShe could see the cameras on her all over the room. She was in her pose. She walked through a bunch of art rooms to get to this one. Paintings that looked overly complex. So a monocolor shape off center. Abstract sculptures. A bathtub cut in half. Now she was art. And the longer she stayed, the more it paid. She could whistle, but not move. If she whistled twice she needed water, and three times to stop, because a gallery goer had done something inappropriate and she could no longer continue. \n\nPeople came by, looked at her. Put there face in front of hers. Some poked her. One guy got inappropriately close straddling her. She whistled once loudly, he got startled and his friends laughed at him. He called a bitch under his breathe as he left. \n\nThen she came. The Artist. The Artist randomly seemed to be measuring her. Her arm, the length of her shoulder blade to floor. She couldn't see all the measurements. The Artist then asked if she was okay. She thought yes, and blinked, and briefly smiled slightly. The Artist then said \"Thank you for doing this.\" And walked off.\n\nMore people came and went. A few more daring. A woman crouched in front of her crotch and went she's not wearing underwear, she then brought her boyfriend to look. After that almost everyone went for the upskirt look. \n\nSoon after the Artist came back. She was shown some colorfully decorationed pieces. They looked like 2d wine glasses, two were about wine glass sized, the other 3/4ths as tall as she was. That one was placed under her armpits and under her breasts, it hadna stem that connected into the floor. The other two into her feet. She understood now, they were artistic stands, they took her off the ground a bit. It made her more into a swinging motion. But with the way they were made they also made her feel more comfortable. The Artist looked at her and she blinked once. \n\nPeople were watching. The Artist kept coming in with stands, scaffolding, all colored, and designed. Some clasped around a wrist, or her ankle. Some were connected to others, some weren't, some that weren't were eventually connected to others. She usually felt pressure on her being relieved. \n\nShe was now almost in a horizontal swinging position. Slowly the Artist had rotated her. As the artist would leave and get more pieces, or take some away as they were no longer needed, or take more measurements people would come and inspect her. \n\nThe only thing that was uncomfortable about the rotated position was she was now lower. Seated on the swing her head was stomach high for most people. Now her head, and whole body were about crotch height. So far a lady had flashed her and a man had pressed the bulge in his jeans against her forehead. \n\nThen the Artist attached four pieces to the ceiling and to her. The Artist then removed the swing chains and the swing seat. The Artist then removed her supports, it was like she was flying. It was an amazing moment. The Artist then looked at her and said, \"Before the last part take a drink.\" The Artist held out her hand under her mouth. She spit the whistle out. The Artist pulled out water bottle and inserted it into her mouth. \"Bite and then drink.\" As she bit she felt water squirt into her mouth, the Artist the pulled straps from the bottom of the water bottle and wrapped them around her head. The Artist unscrewed the water bottle leaving the ring gag her mouth. The Artist then cut off her dress.\n\nShe looked around and she wasn't the only one naked. She was completely exposed. Even her fucking hands were held in the same circle grip by rings and casts that were in on the chains. As the naked people began to walk in the Artist said \"I call this piece living statue, swing of pleasure, enjoy.\""
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