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Write a story using this writing prompt: Somehow, seemingly overnight, the entire world became a porno. Stuff still gets done, people go to work, students of all ages still go to school, kinks exist so on and so forth. You are the only one that remembers "Old Earth." What is your new day like?
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"content": "Was my old life just a dream? I still remember how the world used to be. Every time I bring up how the world has changed people just look at me like I’m strange, like I’m ‘special’.\n\nLike the gas station. Before, you’d pull up to the pump, unhook the gas nozzle, put it in your car and fill up the tank. You’d go inside, grab a soda, maybe a hot dog, pay and be on your way.\n\nThat’s how it used to be.\n\nLet me tell you how my stop at the gas station went today.\n\nFirst I pulled up to the gas station and got in the filling line. It was eight cars deep when I got there.\n\nWhile I waited for my turn I watched two people fucking on the bus bench. He had her bent over the back and was just railing her hard.\n\nWhen I finally got to the pump I got out of my car and stood there while the pump attendant filled my car with gas while sucking me off.\n\nOnce I plastered her face with my cum I went inside to pay. I grabbed a soda out of the fridge, looked at the hot dogs but decided I wasn’t hungry, and slipped my cock into the woman on the counter with the free use sign saying to cover her in cum for a discount.\n\nNo way that would happen in the old world. Not the way I remember anyways.\n\nYou want a better comparison? How about the weather forecast? \n\nBefore in the world I remember it was only an Asian kink you’d find in the darker corner of the web while browsing for porn videos at 2am.\n\nNow it’s a common practice. Every time I turn on the weather forecast the meteorologist is covered in cum as cock after cock fucks her and covers her in there cum. That didn’t happen in the old world I remember.\n\n“Wow! Really? I don’t know how else I would start my day if I couldn’t get off watching the weather woman getting covered every morning. It’s just the perfect thing to watch while I play with my pussy after waking up in the morning.” My date says to me.\n\nMost people would drink coffee while watching the weather forecast, not play with themselves in the world I remember. Oh! Coffee! That’s different too.\n\nBefore you’d go to a coffee shop, stand in line for 15 minutes while the people in front of you order some weird foam milk coffee connotation and then add a ton of sugar.\n\nNow you stand in line to get sucked off to add cum to a woman’s coffee for a discount.\n\nActually, any restaurant. In the old world there was no discount for adding your cum to other peoples food for the restaurant. It wasn’t done. Here you can’t find a restaurant that won’t give you the discount for adding to their offerings.\n\n“I don’t believe you. Eating mac n cheese without cum is just wrong!” My date says.\n\nI know. I sound crazy. Talking about not having sex seems to always do that. Makes me look crazy. Why don’t we talk about something else? Can I stick my cock in your ass?\n\n“What? Why are you asking? Just go ahead and stick it in.” She says.\n\nJust one more difference. I think as I slip my cock into her ass in the middle of the fancy restaurant."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Girls who can't move — Freeze Prompts
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"content": "Justin has recently discovered the power to stop time, for up to an hour at a stretch. He *thinks* that other people are completely unaware of what happens during stopped time and he can do whatever he likes. The truth is, as soon as he touches someone, they become aware. At first they're still immobile, but the more he touches them, the more freedom they gain, until they can speak, look around, and finally, move.\n\nWhat happens the first time he uses his talent to undress a woman? There's a lot of touching involved in that..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cupid has a secret evil twin. Dark cupid causes lust instead of love… and specifically seeks out pairs of people who should definitely NOT be fucking.
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"content": "You don’t know who I am. That’s ok, many people don’t. However, if I mentioned my brother, you might start to figure it out.\n\nHis name is Romance.\n\nNothing?\n\nHow about Love?\n\nStill no?\n\nOh, this one, you must know him as Desire.\n\nNo, not like-- no, not-- no, you clearly don’t know that name either.\n\nNo, we’re moving on.\n\nI’ll try an older name.\n\nEros.\n\nSome of you-- yes, some of you, but not all.\n\nHow does Cupid sound?\n\nAh, there it is. Now you know who I’m talking about. Yes, my brother, my kin, is the great god Cupid. Bringer of Love, Romance, and Want, although never forget that he is also a bringer of Disgust, Loathing, and Repulsion.\n\nI am his counterpart. If he is the dawn, then I am the dusk. He is guns drawn at high noon, while I am the crossroads at midnight.\n\nUnderstand, though, that I do not deal in petty emotions, those basal influences that act just as quickly upon apes as they do upon you. I am a purveyor of superior drives. Mine are nuanced, and fine. They are that which motivate you to reach ever higher. Cupid may be the fountainhead of the lust that drove men to swear oaths and sail a thousand ships to Troy, but I am what birthed the union rage that gave you weekends and a forty hour work-week.\n\nI am-- no I’m not bureaucracy.\n\nI am a contradiction said for the sake of contradiction. I am the straw that breaks the camel’s back. I am a flight of wax wings towards the sun. I am Hubris, and I am not to be fucked with.\n\nToday, you might notice that I’ve-- Oh, I didn’t tell you, did I? I apologize.\n\nI shall correct my mistake.\n\nImagine a school. It is an old school, and a wealthy school, with resplendent towers and hallowed halls for learning and for fancies. Around it are walls of stone and forest and ideas. Paths wind through trees and gardens, never allowing those traversing those paths to witness the barriers that keep some out and some in. There are other schools like it, but they are lesser schools, incomparable to this one.\n\nThose who attend our school do not trifle with the working class, nor do they understand it. So far as they are concerned, unless you are a peer, you are little more than scenery, a stagehand dressed in black, a new puppeteer taking over a long-established character. Servants are extensions of the house, not people with lives of their own, and certainly not people to speak to or confide in. They are the future kings and queens of the world, and they know it in their bones.\n\nSometimes others come to our school, those whose minds and artistry shine like the sun, or those whose fate is bound to our school by blood and contract, but they are rare things. A flicker of those few are seen and recognized as the gems that they are, but more often they are platinum ingots in the hands of a Spanish Conquistador lusting for gold.\n\nNow, imagine a classroom. Its students are the lords and ladies of this school, eldest of the student body and fully ready to go out and take possession of a world they feel is rightfully theirs. The-- yes, they’re seniors, well done, you’ve got it.\n\nIn our classroom is the queen of our school. She is regal, she is grace, she is wealthy, and she knows it. She has more power in her fingertips than most CEOs can ever hope to dream of having and she has yet to even begin to reach the apex of her potential. She is to most other students what most other students are to the groundskeepers.\n\nSome of her peers-- no, not peers, never peers-- some of her fellow classmates are drawn to her like moths to a flame because they hope to ride in her wake to greatness. She knows this, and does not care. She will keep only the prettiest of baubles, and discard the rest.\n\nOthers are repulsed by her, and hope that they can outwit her, outmaneuver her, outdo her. They hate her, sometimes for good, sometimes for envy, but always with good reason. She knows this, she sees it in their eyes, and on their faces, but cares not. What does the hawk care for the thoughts of the sparrow?\n\nA few, though, our dear platinum ingots, hope to pass by unseen so that they can transform the world into something better than it is. They too will fail, because if they are in her school, and they are of use to her, she will make them hers or she will break them.\n\nShe is, in short, a world-class bitch, a poison, and a blight. She is oceanic microplastic, a pretty package filled with glitter that’s been sent to an at-last-clean house home to three young children, two tired parents, and a dog.\n\nAnd she is the target of my ire today."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She got the mutant power to learn information by swallowing cum. It made examines easier in school, but now police departments are asking to hire her as lead interrogator.
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"content": "Jennifer arrived at work. She'd only gotten the job a week ago, but she was already begining to get used to it. She was an interogrator for the police. It was not where she'd initally envisioned her life going, but the pay was too good to resist. \nBesides, nobody really had any super concrete plans before their Skill came in. Skills were magical abilites everybody developed as a teenager. They ranged in usefulness from the ability to perfectly fold paper in half to the ability to generate giant fireballs, but generally they had drawbacks or difficult activation requirements proportiante to their usefulness. \nJennifer's skill was somewhere in the middle, but it had an activation requirement she initally found embarassing, although she'd gotten over that after lots of practice. Jennifer had the power to absorb someone's memories by swallowing their cum. \n\n\nOf course, to engage her Skill she first had to *get* someone's cum, but luckily that was a talent she'd honed in school. Ever since she got her Skill, she never had to study for a test. At least, not in the traditional way. Instead, she simply sucked off the smartest student in class before each test, giving her all their memories and knowledge on the subject. It wasn't hard to get them to agree to it either. With her silky brown hair, fair skin, D cup tits, and everything else she had to offer, it wasn't hard for her to get the attention, and cum of anyone she'd wanted to. \n She remembered the first time she'd asked someone for their help 'studying.' It had been far more awkward then she'd have liked, and she'd nearly bit the poor boy's dick off, but she'd eventuelly figure out enough to make him cum in her mouth. It was at that point she discovered a side effect of her Skill. It made almost all cum taste delicous, and even more so if the person she was sucking knew lots that she didn't. After that, she'd gone a bit overboard for a while, offering to suck anyone and everyone just to get a taste. She'd have gotten a reputation as the school slut if there weren't several others with sex based Skills doing similar things. \n\n\nJennifer shook herself out of her frashback as she aproached the door to the interogation room. \n\"What you got for me today, boss?\" Jennifer asked her boss, Kim. Kim was an asain woman whose Skill was locating anyone, so long as she was wearing only a single article of their clothes, and none of her own. This meant she was almost always topless or bottomless, and never wore underwear, since she coudn't use her Skill otherwise. Today she was wearing only a black bowler hat with a red stripe, and fully nude otherwise. Her black pubic hair was trimmed into a landing strip. She was slightly wet. Like Jennifer's Skill turned her into a cum guzzler, Kim's turned her into an exhibitionist, but also like Jennifer, she tried to keep it profesional at work. \n\"One Roman Johnson, suspected of grand larceny. He robbed a jewelry store. This hat is the only phsyical evidence found at the scene so far. We suspect he had a crew, but so far we can't get anything out of him. His Skill is gravity manipulation. He can change the gravity of anything he touches. Drawback is that it also affect's him, and he can't cancel it, it always lasts exactly 10 minutes.\" \n\"Gotcha.\" Jennifer said, going into the room. \n\n\nInside was a man with dirty blonde hair. He had a slight stubble on his chin, and was more muscular then average. \n\"Hello, Mr. Johnson. Do you know why you're in here?\" \n\"I don't know shit without a lawyer here, Toots. But If we're gonna be stuck in here together, why dontcha' copy that lady that arrested me and take off your shirt?\"\n\n\"Sure thing.\" Jennifer said, suprising the man by removing her police officer's uniform. Like Kim, she rarely wore a bra anymore. She ended up taking it off more often then not. Roman's eyes bored into her as her pale tits jiggled, freed from their confines. Jennifer then knelt down before the man. \"Lets get started, shall we?\" Jennifer asked. \n\n \n\"Started with... what? Lady, you in here to imprison me or to fuck me?\" \n\"Hmm. Haven't decided yet. Let's start with a blowjob, and we'll see how I feel after that, mmkay?\" Jennifer asked, smirking at the man. She undid his pants and underwear shortly, and his cock sprang right out.'\n\n\"Wow. You're so big.\" Jennifer said, batting her eyelashes at Roman. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, Jennifer wrapped her lips around his glans. The velvety softness of her lips was matched only by her tongue, and by the vacuum like feeling when she sealed them around the meaty rod and began sucking hard, her green eyes narrowing in apreciation. \n\n\nJennifer had had decades to hone her tecnique, and she felt was an expert at sucking cock now. A little lick here, a little kiss there, and men would be dancing at her command, just for a chance to feel the incredible pleasure of her mouth. Jennifer moaned into the organ and began moving her head along it, all the while keeping her tongue playing with the bloated tip, tasting the delicous precum that was leaking out. Roman groaned, throwing his head back, unable to contain the amazing ectasy he felt at the interogator's expert fellatio. \n\n\n\"Hmmm. You're making a good impression so far. You're very tasty, and I can't wait to drink up all your cum.\" Jennifer said, releasing Roman's cock from her mouth with a wet *pop*.\n\n​\n\n\"All of it, huh toots? Well make room, because at the rate we're goin' there's gonna be a shitload.\"\n\n​\n\n\"I'd expect nothing less from a cock as incredible as yours.\" Jennifer said, stroking it with one hand while she gazed seductively at Roman. \"So Girthy and Tasty.\" And with that, she went back down on it, sucking strongly on it as Roman writed in pleasure from the sublime feeling. He'd never had his cock sucked this well before. Before the attention of Jennifer's sloppy lips, rolling tongue, and dripping saliva, he found it was hard to remember his own name. \n\n\nJennifer began to go even deeper. She let her tongue hang below the shaft as she deepthroated the cock, a thin line of spit streching from her mouth to her massive tits. She smeared it over her pale skin with one hand, making her bosom glisten with the moisture. The blonde man's eyes began to cloud over with lust, unable to think of anything but how incredible this felt. Jennifer pushed ahead a bit more, her nose touching the man's crotch. \n\n\n\"Oooooh, Fuck me toots! You're fuckin' Incredible!*\"* Roman managed to moan out through the haze of pleasure, filled with lustful awe at the sight of such a beatiful woman with his cock stuffed down her throat. \"*Hnng!* Fuck, Here it comes! Swallow it all, just like you promised!\" Roman moaned as his control finally broke. \n\n\nHis shaft began to spew cum down her throat, and she practically purred in delight as she felt it hit her tongue. It was a delicous mix of sweet and salty, and before she could even finish savoring the first load, a second rope shot into her mouth. Roman's cock, urged on by her skillful blowjob, shot another load, and it was too much for even her to handle as it spilled out onto her face and chest. She swallowed what was in her mouth, and was hit with a burst of memories. First, the most recent, a burst of pleasure so intense she came herself, squiring in her pants. Then, some slightly older ones... Staring at Kim's ass and think how much he'd like to fuck it. Then, what Jennifer was looking for. A meeting with several other men, at a Denny's. Jennifer quickly internalized the men's names and adresses, copying them from Roman's memory. \n\n\n\"So, How'd I do? Good enough for you to fuck me, Toots?\" Roman said, a cocky smile on his face. \n\n\n\"Nope. Sorry babe.\" Jennifer said, a smug look on her cum-covered face as she walked out the room. \n\n\n\"HEY! YOU BITCH!\" Roman cried, to no avail. Jennifer had already left."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When her mischievous BFF convinced her to fill in for her at the weekend gaming marathon, she neglected to mention that she'd be filling in as *The Prizes*...
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"content": "Sophie reclined back in the passenger seat, feet up on the dash and enjoying the warm afternoon sun on her legs.\r \n“I’ve never even played it before,” she said.\r \n“Ok, left stick controls movement, right stick-” recited Alice without taking her eyes off the road.\r \n“That’s not what I mean. They play this professionally.”\r \n“You will pick it up… It’s not like you had anything else to do this weekend… beside suspending yourself from the ceiling and cumm-”\r \n“Fine! Just… don’t mention any of that and never use it as blackmail again… and I’ll do the thing.”\r \n“Self-bondage, out of my deck.” said Alice, pulling an illusory card out of her other hand and letting it flutter out the open window. “...I’m glad you're coming, it will help pull you out of your shell.”\r \nSophie watched the phantom card flutter away, she was biting her lip. She let it flick free and nodded, stealing herself for the days to come.\r \n“Ok, left stick is movement, what else?”\r \n\\-\r \nSophie didn’t recognise anyone, her hand twisted inside it’s sleeve while the other clung to Alice’s shirt, following her close as a shadow.\r \n“This is Jules, Mr Grizzle, Timmy, Tommy… we call him Tom-Tom, that is Michael in the corner.”\r \nShe wasn’t going to remember any of these names. Sophie raised a sweater paw up at the room to wave, her other gripping a little tighter to Alice.\r \n“Alice says you’re a quick learner.” said someone with untied red sneakers standing just in front of her. \r \n“Yes.” said Sophie.\r \nThere was a moment of quiet and she could feel all the eyes on her.\r \n“She is shy.” said Alice. “I’ll get her set up, Peter, set up my rig you lazy fuck!”\r \n\\-\r \n“What are you doing?” asked Sophie.\r \nAlice finished pulling off her shirt and looked at Sophie like she had grown a second head. “It’s an immersion rig, do you see any keyboards here?”\r \n“You have to be naked?”\r \n“Yeah… that’s the immersion bit.” said Alice, like this was all perfectly normal. Sophie eyed the ‘saddle’ she needed to sit in… in view of everyone when they came back in.\r \n“Would you feel more comfortable if they can’t see you?”\r \n“Obviously!”\r \n“Ok ok… we'll use a socket.”\r \n“What-”\r \n“Faster if i don’t have to explain everything, everyone is outside waiting for you to get comfortable, let's make this quick.”\r \nSophie eyed the closed door… at least with all the computers it was warm, she started stripping past her black underwear.\r \n“Nice… planning on getting lucky?”\r \n“Shut it.”\r \nAlice held open a large black plastic envelope and shoved the saddle inside. The plastic was thick and shiny.\r \n“There is a hole for your head.”\r \nSophie hesitated… this was weird.\r \n“Quickly, unless you want them to see you naked!”\r \nSophie needed no further encouragement, climbing into the black bag and easing onto the saddle, her head popping through the hole in the top, she held the two controls as Alice sealed the bag behind her. \r \nIt was private… a little claustrophobic. \r \nShe wiggled into the saddle, sitting upright on her knees and straddling it on the floor.\r \n“She is decent!” shouted Alice.\r \nSophie blushed all the same, everytime she looked up she caught them glancing her way. They eased into comfortable chairs and beanbags and… no other saddles… and they wore clothes.\r \n“Alice… why are-”\r \n“Told you she was quick.” said Alice.\r \nThere was a loud sound like a vacuum cleaner and suddenly the bag shrank around her, tight and conforming to her body… her curvy naked body. Every inch of her, nipples, breasts and pelvis all on display in the tight shrinking plastic. She tried to struggle, to rise or move her arms but the plastic wouldn’t budge. She couldn’t even let the controls go.\r \n“What are you doing Alice?” Sophie whispered.\r \n“Not too loud, you don’t want their attention do you?”\r \nSophie glanced around, biting her lip as they put on their headsets. Alice slipped back into her top and raised a pair of goggles.\r \n“It’s king of the hill Sophie… you are the hill.” she said and the world went black and silent.\r \nShe couldn’t hear anything, not even her own rapid breath, locked in a world of black where she could only feel the slowly warming plastic and controls on her thumbs.\r \nHer breathing grew deeper, it was tighter than any of her ropes back home, more oppressive than any of the blindfolds in her draws.\r \nNo, not here!\r \nShe tried to think of something else, anything but the secure, firm locked plastic around her. She had no idea when or if she would get free.\r \nHer sex started to warm at that idea.\r \nThink about something else!\r \nShe couldn’t even close her legs.\r \nThere was no loading screen or menu, Sophie just appeared in a stylized world, large creatures, robots, slender humanoids.\r \n“Sophie, how’s the volume?” said…\r \n“Alice?”\r \n“Turning you down a bit… How's your volume?”\r \n“F- fine?” said Sophie to the large robot with a hammer.\r \nIt… Alice, stepped closer and a ring of gold lit up around Sophie, a few metres across.\r \nThere was a sudden rumble, Sophie squeaked out and tried to rise off the now vibrating saddle.\r \n“The longer i'm in your circle, the stronger it gets.” said Alice, a smile in her words if not on the robot thing she inhabited.\r \nThings started to make sense, characters, players, attacks. Sophie lined up and pressed fire only to see her character cast a healing spell on Alice.\r \nThe vibrations continued to grow, she didn’t know what weapons she had… Sophie turned and ran, avoiding anything that moved as she went, finally outrunning the growing vibrations as the world became very complicated very fast.\r \nShe ran from one vibration to the next, her mind beginning to wander and betray her, lingering, stuck on a decision as a character fought beside her. Every attack she tried was a different variation of a healing spell.\r \nSophie closed her eyes as the saddle began to roar beneath her, her wet sex gliding over the rubber in a moment of weakness, mouth hanging open and gasping aloud.\r \n“She likes it!” said an unfamiliar male voice.\r \nSophie glared at him, unsure if the helmet conveyed her spite… Oh god she was gasping, oh god they can hear her!\r \nShe bit down on her lip, fighting it down, her mind shrinking down to that point on her clit as she rolled over the saddle. Suddenly it was gone, she opened her eyes to see the dissolving character in front of her.\r \nShe cursed the saddle's silence, then herself for wishing it back.\r \nShe couldn't change character, couldn’t change weapons… she ran."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One person is trying to seduce someone with self esteem issues. Can the latter feel sexy enough to feel comfortable fucking the former?
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"content": "Nice little apartment, steel walls with lumps of insulation pinned to them. It helped block out the sound from bothering John’s neighbours.\r \n“AGH! Fucking christ, you maniac!” Shouted Dave, grumbling as he slammed his meaty fist against the table. John ignored him, one hand pinning his shoulder down, the other holding a pipe wrench, ripping the arm away from Dave’s shoulder and twisting it.\r \nFeet padded up on the floor beside him, lips smacked against his cheek and soon there were 2 more hands in the mix, the smooth delicate mechanical fingers encased in hand moulded plastic and a pair that looked identical to human, they worked together to pin the large industrial prosthetic down to the table while he worked.\r \n“Welcome home beautiful.” he said.\r \nShe offered him a toothy grin.\r \n“You fucking butcher! Ham fisted fucking-” cried Dave, there was a squeek and a pop and a long slow hiss of air deflating. “Fucc- ooohhhhh….”\r \nAlice took a step back, smoothing down her sun dress and making her way back toward the kitchen, scooping up rolling apples and oranges as she went. John patted Dave on the shoulder where the synthetic limb attached into his biology, his eyes however remained on those gorgeous hips, the way the sundress lifted to expose a thigh as Alice bent down for another apple.\r \n“Thank’s Doc, oh you’re a fucking lifesaver.” said Dave, rolling his shoulder.\r \n“Hey, mind your manners.”\r \nDave looked up then away quickly when he spotted Alice, rising off the table.\r \n“Oh, pardon my language Alice.” said Dave, hand flashing up to his scalp to snatch off his hat.\r \n“Q-q-quite Alright D-Dave.” she said, spinning on a heel to face him with her right side.\r \nJohn glanced from his packing-up to see Dave reaching into his shoulder bag, he had already pulled out 3 books to pay for the visit but his hand returned, jumbling about and pulling out a dozen small chips.\r \n“Found these when scrapping, they didn’t look blown, maybe they can help someone.” he said, laying them out on the bench, fanning them out like playing cards.\r \n“No more showing off, keep your arm within those tolerances.” said John.\r \nDave paused at the door, bowing his head to Alice. She patted his bald scalp, catching him by surprise. She grinned, twinkling her fingers at him as he left. \r \nShe visibly relaxed, her left hand unballing from behind her back, dexterous fingers made by his handiwork flicking across the chips.\r \n“Ram… Gpu, someone might wan-...” she plucked one chip out of the bunch.\r \nThe synthetic skin of her cheeks started to flush, her breath deepening as she tried to settle herself, she gently brought the chip with the repair job he had done of her left side into the original hand of her right.\r \n“Is it your model?” he asked.\r \nBarely perceptible nod.\r \n“It’s a… a…. G-g-g-”\r \nJohn waited patiently as she struggled with herself like time had paused. He wanted to look sympathetic or offer words but patience was the least hurtful.\r \n“I can’t say it.”\r \n“Would you like it installed?”\r \nShe bit her lip and nodded.\r \nShe laid it, cradled in both hands down to the bench, a nervous smile on her lips. She went into a quick frenzy, unpacking groceries while he unpacked his tools, opting for tiny screwdrivers and tweezers instead of greasy hammers."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cute, curvy, and young new reporter is ecstatic when she gets handed her first big story by her news agency. Unfortunately, she will have to do an on sight report of a new town that has a law that all women in it are “freeuse”
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"content": "\".. thank you for that interview. I'm Lois Brant reporting live from Freehold for BAC News.\"\n\nThe camera man turned off the camera. Lois had done a half dozen interviews with women from Freehold. One of them got cut short as the woman being interviewed was rimmed then taken from behind.\n\nWith her business attire, camera man, news van, and the two of them only leaving it for interviews she had not been asked to be used. Does that law apply to her? Or only the women of the town? \n\nLois didn't want to be put in a situation to find out. It was time to get in the van and edit the segment. As they were walking back to the van her camera man picked up and turned the camera on. Lois looked around, there were people fucking down the street, but they had gotten several shots of that. Nothing appeared interesting for them to cover. Her camera man then pointed the camera at her and said \"Lois we need to do one more segment.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have awful friends
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"content": "\nFriends like these\n\n\"Oh my god!\" I exclaimed as the truth hit me like cold water. To be honest I didn't need any more cold. The air had my nipples teased to diamond hardness. I felt every hair on my naked body standing on end. My feet had already begun to go numb from the cold ground. \"My friends suck.\" \n\nWhen I realized that my friends had run with my clothes after encouraging me to go through with this dumb bet, I could have cried but I just walked back to the street. A naked girl on a poorly lit road was not a good combination.\n\n\"Hey, girlie.\" The voice wasn't harsh but it still surprised me. When I heard it I jumped and turned, nearly falling. The stranger grabbed my forearm. His tight grip kept me from spilling but he didn't let go. \"What are you doing out here?\"\n\nI was naked and vulnerable in every conceivable way. He looked disheveled and crazed at my exposed form. His other hand raised to pinch my nipple before I could answer.\n\nThen a horn honked and the anxiety that I thought was at its max, rose. \"Miss, are you okay?\" A voice called from a car whose lights shone directly at me and my captor.\n\n\"Back off.\" He jeered and his hand shot down to my pussy. \"Me and my girl are just having some fun.\"\n\nI could feel him pulling me away and I knew I would be in trouble if I didn't speak up. \"Help!\" I shouted into the shining light.\n\nTwo doors slammed and two figures shot out. They ran at us and the stranger fled. I found myself surrounded by two tall muscular men. \"Are you okay?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" I said softly as one of them slung his jacket over my shoulders. \n\n\"I'm Jack and this is Ben.\" The man that gave me his jacket said in an assuring tone. \"I have some clothes in my gym bag. If you want.\"\n\nI accepted their offer of clothes and a seat in their warm car. It felt weird sitting in their car in Jack's workout shirt and jacket. I explained my situation to the two guys while in the backseat. \"It sounds like you need new friends.\" Jack said from the driver seat.\n\n\"You mean like you?\" The phrase sounded way more suggestive than I meant it. Here I was a nearly naked girl talking about friendship with these two guys.\n\n\"I don't think I have any friends as hot as you.\" Ben said from the front.\n\nI don't think he saw me blush. Jack chided his crude comment. \"Thanks, Ben.\" I said softly and placed my hand on his shoulder. \n\n\"Where would you like us to drop you?\" Jack asked.\n\nThen I realized how screwed I was. \"Oh no. I don't have my keys or phone and my roommate was one of those drunk idiots that took my clothes.\" \n\n\"Um…\" Jack was nervous to suggest it. \"You could spend the night at our place.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" Ben sounded a little too excited for that.\n\n\"I'm gonna have to find a way to repay you.\" I said while squeezing Ben's shoulder. \n\n\"Don't worry…\" Jack glanced at me holding Ben's shoulder and it clicked for him. \"Well anything you feel appropriate…\"\n\n\"Pull over.\" Ben told Jack and in no time Ben was crawling into the backseat with me.\n\nJack grew silent while I made out with Ben. His finger found its way to my pussy very quickly. His hands moved expertly as Jake listened to my moans. I felt so embarrassed when I came all over Jack's back seat.\n\n\"Dude, she gushed on your upholstery.\" Ben said and Jack laughed.\n\n\"Now you have to make it up to me by cumming on my cock.\" Jack teased.\n\nI didn't wait to answer. \"Yes. I'll make it up to you.\" \n\nWhen we got to their apartment, the boys didn't waste any time. It was a blur of lips and hands once they got me inside and stripped me. Before I knew it the boys were sitting on the couch and I was sucking one cock while stroking the other.\n\nThis was the wildest night of my life. I loved the feeling of moving between the two dicks. Ben was longer but the thickness of Jack's put a shiver through my body.\n\nI couldn't help but climb onto Jack first. I wanted to feel him. The fact that Ben would be ther watch added to the excitement. Lowering myself down made my whole body shake. Grabbing him by the shoulders Jack let me find my own pace.\n\nI didn't realize Ben had gotten up until I felt him smear the lube on my ass and he pressed on my threshold. Usually I don't scream during sex but this wasn't normal sex for me. Jack had to put a hand over my mouth to keep me from waking their whole building.\n\nTruth be told I lost count of how many times I made them cum or they made me cum before they took me home the next day. Jack was sweet but Ben was aggressive. \n\nBen didn't worry about treating me like a lady. He rammed me hard and preferred my asshole. Eventually I told him he could cum in my pussy if he just used that instead. \n\nI was tired and sore when they brought me home. My roommate acted concerned but I was done with her bullshit. Ben and Jack let me move in for free… Well, it didn't cost money. And it was fun making my payments. It's good to make new friends."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She’s a nude life-drawing model for an artists’ collective, and she never bothers to wear a robe, even as it morphs into a laidback, casual party. He’s not an artist, but he somehow got invited to their drawing event. They meet, and talk and flirt all night — and their conversation is electric!
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"content": "\"So, do you come here often?\"\n\n\"Yeah, at least once a week. They really like having me as a model for some reason.\"\n\n\"What do you think it is that makes you such a great nude model?\"\n\n\"Honestly? Probably how still I get. It's really easy for my mind to wander, so I just get comfy and end up in my own world for hours at a time.\"\n\n\"Wow, that's not the answer I was expecting.\"\n\n\"What do you mean? What were you expecting me to say?\"\n\n\"I guess I thought you'd say something about your body or measurements or something.\"\n\n\"Oh? Do you think they're particularly noteworthy?\"\n\n\"Umm... Yeah, I do. You're really beautiful. And the confidence you exude is somewhere between electrifying and intimidating.\"\n\n\"Well, thank you. I grew up in a nudist colony, so this is just my natural state, you know?\"\n\n\"Seriously?\"\n\n\"No, I'm kidding! Had you going there for a second though, didn't I?\"\n\n\"Yeah, you definitely did. Can I ask why you haven't put on a robe? Not that I'm complaining, mind you.\"\n\n\"Well, it all started sort of organically. The first time I modeled for the collective, I forgot to bring something to cover myself up and there was a lot of stopping and starting. So I ended up going back and forth to the snack table as the slower artists finished up, dodging through the crowd. And no one had any issue with it, so I just, sort of, kept on doing it?\"\n\n\"Wow, that's... I don't even know. Definitely leaning towards the intimidation side of the scale with that lackadaisical answer.\"\n\n\"Oh, don't be shy, guy. What about you? I haven't seen you around here before. And, well, I kind of have a front row seat to spy on everyone.\"\n\n\"Me? Well, you know Dave, right? He's my roommate and keeps pressuring me to come and check out the scene. Secretly, I think he's just trying to swindle a membership fee out of me, but don't tell him I'm onto him.\"\n\n\"Your secret's safe with me. Do you think you'll be the first?\"\n\n\"The first what?\"\n\n\"The first guy to ask me out. As you can imagine, all the regulars are already deep into the red zone of the \"intimidation scale\" or whatever.\"\n\n\"I guess I'd better act fast before I get too deep then. But before I do, let me make one thing clear.\"\n\n\"What's that now?\"\n\n\"You're going to have to put on some clothes for our first date. Even though you're likely to shed them by the end of it.\"\n\n\"We'll see about that...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Goddess Venus visits an Incel in his dreams. Her intent is to teach him how to see women desires, and get what he wants too.
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"content": "Bros, I think I had a transcendent experience. I know that you're going to hate me for this and come up with a bunch of reasons why what I'm about to say is wrong, but just hear me out. \n\nLast night, I had a dream. Not like MLK or anything, but this woman approached me. From above. And she was beautiful. I can't even describe her features, but every aspect of her radiated that kind of attractiveness that makes jaws drops and civilizations crumble. And she sat me down and told me what I needed to do to get women to like me.\n\nHer advice was what you and I have probably already heard. Focus on her wants and needs. Be yourself, but without all the trash opinions and low self-esteem. Present as a confident and independent person with goals and ambitions. But then she said something that I never hear in these forums or from pick-up artists.\n\nShe told me to stop wallowing in my own self-pity. And, like, the dream ended shortly after that, but that's really been stuck in my brain. I didn't even think I was wallowing in my self-pity. After all, I was just cursed with unattractive facial features and an awkward personality. That's not my fault, right?\n\nBut - and I'm just trying to parse my thoughts here - but I think she might have been a goddess. I've never had a dream like that before, or a feeling of seeing someone so truly unexplainable. So blessed, I guess? So maybe I should take her words with a grain of salt.\n\nAnyway, here's my usual dump of women-hating memes for y'all. I had them all ready to go, but I think I might take a break tomorrow. We'll see..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me free use prompts please
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"content": "- She always dressed like a slut on Halloween, so why did her friend invite her to a party where that was a sign she was DTF?\n\n- Budget cuts forced Poké Centres to start charging to heal trainers' Pokémon. This caused trainers to get creative in stirring up quick cash.\n\n- Nobody ever talks about the daycare that exclusively trains Dittos to transform into humans. Until they all dress up for the annual Halloween party, that is."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: So it turns out Bring your Pet to Work Day wasn't what you imagined it would be...
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"content": "A petite woman wearing only some cat ears and a leash jumped into Jonathan's lap. It was a good thing she didn't weigh very much. The collar around her neck read Minxy.\n\nI think she belongs to Samson, he thought. Might nees to return her.\n\n\"Oh that's where she went,\" a voice said. An older woman came around the corner, this one dressed in formal attire. \"Been looking all over for her, always love seeing Minxy out and about. Samson gets so excited to talk about her.\" The older woman gave Minxy some pets down her back, eliciting a strange pseudo pur. It wasn't unpleasant, just unexpected.\n\n\"You'll have to reward if you want her to get off your lap.\"\n\nJonathan looked confused. \"Reward her? With like treats? I didn't think to bring any.\"\n\nHis coworker chuckled. \"No silly. You're a smart young man. I'm sure you'll figure out what to do with Minxy.\" With that she left.\n\nLooking back down at this strange, naked catgirl, he had an idea.\n\n\"Minxy, you want a treat?\" She cocked her head. \"I got something extra special for you, you just have to follow me. Come one Minxy, off my lap, up you go.\"\n\nThe girl reluctantly slid off his lap, landing on hands and knees, doing a big stretch as if she had been sleeping for 9 hours straight.\n\n\"Alright, come on Minxy, this way.\"\n\nMoments later, Minxy was bent over the break room table, Jonathan buried to the hilt in her, slamming against her ass over and over.\n\nDelicious moans and purrs of delight fell out of her as they fucked. The two of them weren't quiet and definitely not subtle. Soon, a few coworkers filed in, just getting on their breaks. A couple paid them no mind, too busy with their phones to care. Others took pictures of Minxy's face to show him.\n\nFinally, spurned on by the attention and moans, they finally came together, Jonathan planting his seed deep inside her, Minxy yowling in ecstasy.\n\nThey collapsed, entangled with each other. He loved bring your pet to work day."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] give me an outlandish plot, and I will try to make it wholesome.
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"content": "> A powerful witch has saved the city from destruction. The king rewards her by allowing her one boon. But it wasnt riches or status she desires, she instead chose the handsome young prince as her reward.\n\n> You learn that you have a slutty femboy guardain angel whos crazy about you.\n\n> Congrats! You've just encountered a tanuki femboy! He claims rubbing his large sack will bring you good fortune.\n\n> Morbidly curious and/or deathly bored, our hero sticks his cock into a Bag of Holding."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: No Pussy Allowed
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"content": "Through sleek and slim windows the full moon peered, casting dim light into the dark reaches of a city-warehouse. Overpowered by the warm yellow glow of industrial florescent bulbs that cast down from above. Both sources of light peered through the cigar smoke, plumes of toxic fumes swirling around and strangling fresh oxygen. If not for the several thin windows peering into the streets, the room would eventually devolve into a death chamber.\n\nThe only figure not chewing on the dirty brown paper of a cuban was a young man, almost as pale as the moon looking over him and with hair hued a diluted gold. He sat, arms crossed, a mild scowl on his face, foot tapping.\n\n\"Alonso, cut that out, if ya' would. It's distracting.\" His grizzled and greyed father quietly demands, tapping his finger upon his son's shoulder.\n\n\"Hm.\" Alonso obeys, with a begrudging huff. Constantly, he glances under the table, at his phone where it lay upon his knee. He was expecting a message. An excuse to get him out of this meeting. His father sees this through the briefing, sighing as the thought blares in his mind. His son has no love for their craft. No intention of engaging in the family business.\n\n\"Anyways, boss... Scallano's reporting an increase of authorities near the harbors in Raincrest... he's suggesting they're getting wise to our operations. Oughta move the safe-house up north a ways...\"\n\nA quiet ding from the tiny speaker of Alonso's phone. He smiles, this was hopefully the out he's been waiting for. The young man scans the dimmed screen of his phone, holding it close to his chest in order to avoid the prying eyes of his father or his lieutenants.\n\n\"What's that, what are you lookin' at, il mio ragazzo...\"\n\n\"Carlo just texted me, says we might have a situation at one of the fronts... I'm sure its nothing to worry about. But I suppose I oughta check it out, just in case. It is my territory after all.\"\n\n\"Hm, bene allora. You do that, kiddo.\" His father nods after a small pause of consideration.\n\n\"Arrivederci, padre.\" Alonso offers a fake smile, a mask he's used to wearing in front of his father and his men.\n\nOut the building and beyond prying eyes, Alonso surveys the true contents of the message he received.\n\nShort but salacious messages and written teases, followed by a handful of promiscuous and licentious pictures. Several photographs of a group of beautiful women in provocative poses.\n\n\"Be there soon, my gems.\" All the while during the drive, he enjoyed the photos and clips of what his girls had to offer.\n\nAlonso confidently strides through the complex, casually observing the pulsating neon lights and thumping loud music overhead as he marched on. Easily he waded through the sea of party-goers, as his bodyguards were clearing the way.\n\nThe only people his personal bouncers didn't rebuke were the hostesses. \"Hey there cutie, welcome to 'The Hydra'. Need a drink, or maybe a little r&r with one of our many gorgeous genuine futa-\"\n\nAlonso reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty. \"Maybe next time, carina. I've got an appointment.\"\n\nDeeper into the establishment he ventured, a smirk on his face all the way as he walked towards the VIP section of The Hydra club. He claimed himself a seat, one lit with a soft amber light from above. A flickering candle at the center of the table. His entourage guarded the entrances to the bench. They only moved when Alonso signaled them so, as the other parties of this appointment made their appearance.\n\nTwo girls, both slender and gorgeous. Voluptuous, healthy specimens with full, perky busts that were already exposed to the mildly chilly air, nipples stiff. Flawless, gleaming skin. Their differences began at their skin tones and outfits. The darker toned and snow-white-haired Sapphire wore a bunny-suit that was colored a deep cobalt, matching her namesake. Rabbit ear head-band to match. And a light cyan ribbon around her neck to match the condom wrapped tightly around her erection. The light-skinned, raven-locked Ruby sported a similar getup. Only red, as her moniker would imply. Pink was the shorter ribbon around her neck, matching the rubber secured upon her staff.\n\nSapphire carried a tray that sported a glass of wine, as well as three glasses. Ruby carried a platter of toys. Beads, dildos, condoms and all sorts of exciting devices.\n\n\"Ruby... Sapphire... my jewels.\" He smiled, arms resting over the top of the bench. \"Come, sit with me.\"\n\n\"We missed you so much, baby.\" Sapphire spoke, a longing allure in her voice.\n\n\"It's been so long since you visited.\" Ruby concurred. Both of them set down their trays, immediately tending to Alonso by unbuttoning his shirt.\n\n\"Too true... too true. Work has been consuming. But... I'm here now with you, so let's enjoy each other's company.\"\n\nSapphire and Ruby nodded before their combined efforts fished Alonso's cock out of its confines. It stood tall and rigid, rivaling the formidable height of the two hovering near him. His hands glided across their lengths, as their hands rubbed against his. Their synchronized hands trading places at a perfect pace. One hand gingerly tugging his shaft up and down, the other pressing softly upon his perineum while fondling his sack. Then they switch, in perfect timing.\n\nAlonso wasn't as adept at hand-jobs, plus the livid ecstasy of his cock being groped and his mouth invaded by not one but two slimy, wet tasters was a bit distracting. But he did his best, his hands sliding to and fro with a gentle pace, rubbing their shielded erections.\n\n\"Al, baby... I wont your cock in me.\" Sapphire drew away to proclaim, hand upon her breast and fiddling with her own dark cherry nub.\n\n\"And where do you want it?\" Alonso softly stroked her covered tip.\n\n\"My mouth.\" She licked her lips as she sidled away to reposition herself.\n\nAlonso turned towards the entrance of the booth, so that Sapphire could look his cock head on and leisurely gobble down his meat. Without much toil she went straight to work, plunging his penis into her mouth, cloaking it in the dark, damp recesses of her mouth. Wet, tight, constantly shifting and expertly lashing him with her tongue. Out of his view, Sapphire began jerking her own cock.\n\n\"Hmm... Ruby.\"\n\n\"Yes, darling?\"\n\n\"How about we try something new...? Show me your piece.\" Alonso smirked as Ruby rose her hips up higher, now up to Alonso's eye-level after he leaned back a bit. After she removed her condom, he opened his mouth, and slid his tongue across the tip of her rager. Ruby cradled his head in her gloved hand. The sight and sensation of him slapping his flat male tongue across her erection a new and invigorating sight. Again, he was more into getting this sort of attention than giving it, but his optimistic and enthusiastic attempt along with his confidence was fueling excitement all around.\n\n\"Mmmh, Al, baby, would you suck me off, too?\" Sapphire pleaded, hiding her pouting mouth with the tip of his tool.\n\nIn between slurping up Ruby's penis, following the contours of her veins and the ridge of her tip, Alonso chuckled. \"One at a time, girls...\"\n\nSapphire huffed, before offering a devilish smile. She tore away the man's pants, exposing his entire lower section. His bare, twitching asshole, nestled between an admittedly taught and round set of cheeks. \"Guess I'll settle for this hole!\" Sapphire enthusiastically remarked, before her stiffy pressed against his backdoor.\n\n\"H-hey! Hold up, not so fast!\" Ruby interjected before reaching over to the tray to grab something. \"Lube him up, first.\"\n\n\"Oh, right. Duh!\" Sapphire stuck her tongue out, and pretended to bonk her fist upon her temple. She squeezed the contents of the bottle upon her cock and across his anus. The cool and clear ooze sending a bit of a shiver across Alonso's spine.\n\n\"Hehe... I was planning on working up to this position, but...\" He sighs before Ruby stuffs his mouth full of her schlong.\n\nWith the assistance of the slick and slimy lubricant, Sapphire gingerly invades Alonso's anus, spreading apart taught walls of his rectum and filling the space with her meat. Alonso grunts, occasionally inhaling sharply. Eventually his groans become moans, vocalizations of elation as the pain subsides and pleasure takes its place. Both holes brimming with thick, firm girl-cock, Alonso resigns himself to being their toy for the evening."
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"content": "The mirror is a great place to psych yourself up, and she needed it because today way the day she was going to fuck Tom. They had worked together for years now, but he was married and she wasn't a homewrecker. That changed when she found out he slept with Alice at the Christmas Party. For weeks she had been trying to build the courage to seduce him, rarely wearing panties in the hope he caught a flash and approached her. Today would be different.\n\nShe wore a tight white blouse, ruffled at the placket. Beneath she didn't wear a bra, such that if she was aroused or cold it would be very noticeable. She wore a less than usual pencil skirt, one that was much shorter than the other female staff wore. Her perfectly smooth pussy would be on display for him today. She finished putting on her make up and before leaving, undid the top button. \n\nThe first team meeting of the day was whole staff. She sat close to Tom, made small talk, laughed at his jokes and playfully touched his leg. Each time her hand would land a little closer to his inner thigh. He must have noticed something was up by now. \n\nAs they sat back at their own desks, chatting as usual, she noticed Tom was staring off past her. His expression was a glaze. When she turned around she noticed Alice leaning against the copier, her skirt riding high and her bare ass partially on display. She was losing Tom's interest. \n\n\"Hey, Tom!\" trying to get his attention.\n\nCold water splashed down her top over her cleavage. \n\n\"I'm such a klutz. Give me a hand to dry this up\" she started dabbing her chest ineffectively and pressing her breasts together. He turned his gaze to her and quickly grabbed some tissues. Her nipples felt the cold water run over them, and quickly stiffened, poking through her blouse. \"I should go to the ladies room and dry off.\" He stared at her round butt swaying gently as she walked away. \n\nWhen she returned, she had popped open another button claiming it come off when she was drying herself. Tom couldn't help but stare at her ample cleavage. She took note of his gawking and used it to her advantage. She pretended to fumble a pen from her hand, and turned around to pick it up. She slowly bent double, and subtly lifted her skirt upwards to reveal her lack of underwear to Tom as she picked up the pen. Alice watched the two from a distance. Overcome by jealousy Alice strutted over to Tom and whispered in his ear, \"lets get lunch\" whilst running his hand up the inside of her thigh. \n\nJane had had enough. She stepped right up to Tom and lent forward, clutching the arms of his office chair. Her breasts hung in front of his face, her nipples still hard. \"You've already had lunch with that slut, I think it's time you and I eat out\" \n\n\\---------------------------------------------------\n\nNot sure if this is what you were after, but it was fun writing it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You can't believe you found such an affordable apartment.. and your roommate is a total babe! The only catch? She gets to use you as her own personal fuck toy whenever she wants.
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"content": "\\-Day 1-\n\nShe fumbled with the keys to the front door, nervous to meet her new roommates. She'd seen the ad go up in the local newspaper a week ago and the turnaround to signing the lease was incredibly quick. To be honest, doubt had crossed her mind because the lease itself was so confusing and the owner (and roommate) was looking for someone in as soon as possible. The place was a steal though, especially in New York, she couldn't pass up the opportunity.\n\nIt was small, tight, cramped, cute and cosy. Her new roommate had made this tiny New York apartment into a lush, green space filled with all kinds of fauna flora. Plants lined the shelves, huddled in the corners and, hugged the nooks and crannys. As she walked through the front door her new roommate, dressed in baggy jeans and t-shirt eating a burrito, leaped up and welcomed her in.\n\n\"You must be Stacy! I'm Edna, but you can call me Ed. It's like a throw back to that cartoon, Ed Edd and Eddy, never mind. Let me show you to your room\", she was full of energy. Stacy followed behind and couldn't help but notice despite the baggy jeans Ed filled out the rear. The door was off the kitchen and led to a simple bedroom with barely enough space to stand. It came with the essentials, just enough for Stacy; a small wardrobe, single bed and mirror. Ed's room was down a short hallway and was much bigger, sporting a double bed and vanity desk.\n\n\"That's kinda the tour, not a lot to show really. But please, make yourself at home. Throw your things in your room, feel free to hang out with me... or don't, whatever you want.\" Ed stumbled over her words.\n\nStacy only had a couple bags with a few clothes and essentials and was ready for a nap, but Ed seemed like fun and so she joined her on the sofa. They talked for hours, really got to know each other. Their past came up, each sharing details of previous relationships. That's when it came out that they were both bisexual. Ed admitted to being railed by a guy whilst she licked her ex's pussy.\n\n\"It was SO intense. That day I swore never to turn down a threesome whenever the opportunity arose\", Stacy laughed a little nervously listening to Ed talk about her experience, \"Speaking of which, I'm in the mood. I think it's time you went down on me.\" He tone changed completely. It went from fun and bubbly, to serious and commanding. Taken aback, Stacy denied the offer and tried to get up to go to her room. Ed stood up and put her hand against Stacy's chest blocking her way. \"You read the contract, right? 'Anytime Edna Flack desires MY body, I am bound by this contract to give in to her desires. Anytime. Any place. Any which way.'\" she quoted, \"Your tied to that contract for a minimum of one month. Maybe by the end you'll want to stay and be my personal fuck toy.\"\n\nEd stepped forward pushing Stacy backwards until she stumbled and fell onto the sofa. She pulled off her oversized t-shirt revealing her large, free-hanging breasts that had been well hidden beneath the rolls of fabric. She had never been one for wearing a bra. Stacy sat still, trying to process what was happening, completely transfixed on Ed's voluptuous body as she was edging her jeans over her hips and down her legs. Ed threw her hair back, then climbed on top of Stacy, straddling her at the hips. \"Suck!\" she said, lowering her breasts towards Stacy's mouth. As the nipple touched her lips, an automatic response kicked in and she latched on and began to suckle. The sensation was invigorating, she couldn't help but pinch her other nipple and involuntarily grind on Stacy's lap. \"You learn quick!\" she said between soft moans. \n\nStacy's hands slowly crept around Ed's waist until she gripped her plump love handles, rocking with the motion of Ed's hips. Unexpectedly Stacy gently bit down and sucked hard - She didn't want to admit it, but this was turning her on. Never before had she been with someone so dominant - Ed's reaction was to unlatch Stacy with a strong grip around her throat and sink her lips into her open mouth. The two passionately locked lips and tongues for what felt like forever before coming up for air. Stacy pushed Ed over to the other side of the sofa and started stripping off her blouse, quickly unlatching her bra. Her breasts paled in comparison, but that didn't bother Ed at all. The two embraced once again, leaning against the arm of the chair. Stacy reached down between their warm bodies and felt Ed's wet cunt through her panties. She slid them to one side and started to rub her clit in circular motions. Ed let out another soft moan into Stacy's mouth. \n\nIt wasn't long before Stacy pined for a taste. She slid down the sofa and spread Ed's legs wide. Her pussy was shaved, save a landing strip, and a peachy pink. Her clit protruded slightly, clearly not one to hide when excited. Stacy ran her tongue over the moist surface slowly, then again a little faster. Ed pinched both her nipples between her thumb and forefinger in unison to amplify the sensations. As she had her cunt eaten, she felt the muscles in her abdomen tense and spasm as she edged closer to orgasm. Her mind blank with all thought except for the feeling of taste buds rubbing over her sensitive clit. Until finally she couldn't hold it back any longer. Her whole body quivered and shook as Stacy buried her head deeper and continued to lick. It wasn't until Ed grabbed Stacy by the hair that she was forced to stop. Sweat dripped from both girls, as they breathed heavily. When the two caught their breath, they each unceremoniously departed to their rooms for bed.\n\n\\-Day 30-\n\nA bell rang in Ed's room. Then silence. A few moments later the bell rang again, this time more impatiently. The door opened and, on all fours wearing nothing but leather straps and fishnets, in crawled Stacy. Around her neck was a collar with a tag that read \"Fuck Toy\" and stuffed in her ass was a heavy, gem-stoned, metal butt plug. She crawled up to the bed where Ed sat naked, legs splayed wide. It was time for her morning routine, followed by public humiliation on a leash. \n\nEd had found the perfect housemate.\n\n​\n\n\\----------------------------------------------------------------\n\nHope you enjoyed it. This one was fun to write, and you didn't say they couldn't both be female."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (incest) You were part of a secret sex club where you fucked a disguised stranger all night. The gorgeous MILF you paired with had voluptuous body and knew how to use it, drawing load after load, begging for you to breed her. It was perfect…until her mask slipped, and you saw your mom.
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"content": "Martin stood outside the tall wooden door and adjusted the lycra mask covering his face save for the eyes and mouth. He was tall and muscular and in his prime at 29. The son of a wealthy family, he could afford the membership to the exclusive club housed in the manor on the outskirts of town. Each month the members met; each was sent an email with an arrival time and room number so that none would see another arrive. It was strictly forbidden to share information during these rendevous; it was purely about the sex.\n\nHe knocked out of courtesy and then pushed the door open. This room had a large, four post bed that dominated the space. A chaise, a bench, and a table were the only other furnishings. The tall window overlooked the garden below filled with flowers, shrubs, and trees. But it was the woman on the bed that drew is eyes.\n\nShe was tall and voluptuous. Her round hips and curvy thighs were enticing, and her generous breasts begged to be worshipped. As was the rule, she wore a lycra mask, but think brown hair spilled out the back.\n\nHis cock grew thick with desire.\n\nHe smiled when his eyes fell on the thick steel chain attached to a ring mounthed in the wall. The ends were connected to leather restraints buckled around her wrists. She smiled invitingly and spread her pale thighs to expose a freshly shaved pussy already glistening with excitement.\n\nMartin crossed the room to the table where a basket of condoms sat along with various bottles of lubricant and massage oils. When he reached for a condom, the woman's voice filled the room.\n\n\"No.\"\n\nHe turned. \"No?\"\n\n\"Take me.\"\n\nHe crossed the room to the bed. Her hands gripped the chain, and her body tensed.\n\nTheir lips met, and to his surprise she kissed him passionately and with a hunger he had never known. Her legs wrapped around him and drew his body against hers. She felt cool and soft, and a hint of rose filled his nose. Her body was soft beneath his hands as they slid down her sides to her hips.\n\nThe woman moaned quietly when his lips moved to her neck and nibbled playfully. The sound of metal echoed as she tugged on the chain against the ring.\n\n\"Take me,\" she pleaded.\n\n\"Not yet,\" he whispered and moved down.\n\nHer full breasts were delicious. The nipples grew hard to his attention, yet Martin avoid touching them directly. Instead he kissed and nibbled the area around them causing the woman to squirm and moan. His mouth moved down to her stomach. From the marks, it was evident she had been pregnant at least once. He gripped her knees and pushed. At first they resisted, but his strong arms forced them wide exposing her delicious privates.\n\nMartin's lips kissed her clitoris lightly. The woman cried out and arched her back; her hands tugged on the chains. His tongue lightly explored the moist flesh between her nether lips and penetrated her pussy.\n\n\"Take me,\" she begged. \"Please.\"\n\nHis need matched her own. Kneeling, Martin slipped his arms beneath her legs and lifted her effortlessly. With a swift motion, his long, thick shaft penetrated her depths.\n\n\"Oh fuck,\" the woman cried. \"Fuck!\"\n\nHe groaned with pleasure as her warm, wet pussy enveloped his cock. Rhythmically he slid almost free and then plunged again into her.\n\n\"Oh god! Breed me! Fuck me!\" She yelled and gripped the chains. \"Yes! Yes!\"\n\nMartin cried out and felt his seed release. Rougher and rougher he thrust trying to fill her with every drop.\n\nSuddenly the woman trembled in his grip; her entire body tensing and vibrating. Then she slumped panting.\n\nAs the woman fell back onto the bed, the edge of her hood caught in the clasp connecting the chain to the black, leather restraint. Before either could react, the hood was pulled up to expose half of her face.\n\nMartin felt the blood drain from his face and had the need to vomit.\n\n\"Mom?\"\n\nThe woman's eyes went wide, and she too looked pale. She released herself from the restraints and reached up to yank his hood off. In horror, she stared up at her son.\n\n\"No,\" she said and scrambled back. \"No. Oh god.\"\n\nMartin leaned over the bed and was sick."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The genie completely twisted the words of your wish and ended up giving you something much better!
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"content": "“I wish for happiness!” The wish I had made when I was younger, come to bring me an unexpected result.\n\nI am currently starting my freshman year at my college. Quite a prestigious one at that. Having received a scholarship to this college as well as a recommendation had put me in a fortunate spot. Of course, my hard work had a part in making all of this possible. What with my parents having passed at a young age, and having to fend for myself. \n\nLuckily, my friend at the time had convinced his aunt to take care of me. Whether out of pity for me for losing my parent or her for losing her son, I never asked. \n\nWell, you can’t change the past, but you can always move forward \n\n(W.I.P. | Writer’s Block got me)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A stolen bell collar is gradually turning a thief into a horny cat girl... And it won't come off!
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"content": "Part 1\n\nBrenda strolled through the museum she was wearing a tank top and sweatpants with sneakers. Her tools were in the backpack slung over her shoulder. Brenda walked with purpose to the exhibit that contained her prize. The collar from Merlin's cat it was a recently discovered Edition to the King Arthur exhibit. On the black market it would sell for an easy million but before she could decide what she wanted to buy she had to actually get the collar. As she neared the exhibit she spotted and approaching security guard and quickly hid behind a potted plant until she could no longer hear his footsteps then she made her way into the exhibit and over to her prize. A black leather collar with a glistening Golden Bell sat inside of a glass case illuminated by one of the many overhead lights.\n\nBrenda grabbed a pair of plastic clothes and a glass cutter from her bag put on the gloves and attempted to cut a hole in the glass. The sound seem to Echo off the walls of the room but Brenda continued and seeing she had a hand sized hole carved in the glass. Then she switched the real caller for a fake one an old forger buddy and made for her. \n\nSuddenly Brenda heard footsteps and a voice. \"No one's supposed to be in here maam thinking quickly Brenda slipped the collar around her neck and tucked the bell in their shirt. Next she used a little bit of glue but the circular piece of glass back in place.\n\nThe footsteps grew closer and Brenda spun around to find a tall security guard standing feet away from her \"Sorry ma'am the museum will be closing up soon.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me an object, person, or phenomenon, and I'll turn it into a sexy SCP
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"content": "A scantily clad party girl, often accompanied by similarly dressed friends, who turns anyone who hits on her into a bisexual, skimpily dressed, slutty party girl like the rest of her friends. She has no control over this ability.\n\nA mysteriously attractive tube of never-ending lipstick, which, in addition to compelling people to pick it up, causes any woman who holds it both to slowly become bustier and more obsessed with blowjobs and paizuri. Eventually, it vanishes, appearing at another random location.\n\nA sentient emoji that travels around chat streams, influencing streamers to become more overtly sexual and more casual in their attitudes about sex."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "It's only because of our bet! It's only because of our bet!" She repeated in her mind as she was railed senseless.
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"content": "*(This probably isn't exactly what you had in mind, but it might work as a lead-in to the story.)*\n\nMy phone dropped out of my hands and landed on the bed. I picked it up and wedged my elbows against the mattress a little more solidly. The constant rocking motion was making it difficult to scroll my feed. If only this guy had a better rhythm. Josh, was it?\n\nI glanced over my shoulder. There was Josh, sure enough, with a glazed look on his face, and fucking me for all he was worth. Which wasn't much. He locked eyes with me for a second and then sped up his pace. Great. I turned back to scrolling my feed and ignored his halting thrusts, the weak slaps of his pudge against my ass. Finally the bed creaked as he dismounted, the air was cold against my skin, and my body was empty again, except the hot stickiness welling out of me and dripping down to join the cold stickiness on the towels on the bed. Another one bites the dust.\n\nJen, watching from the corner of the room, looked as bored as I felt. I mouthed \"buttslut?\" at her and rolled my eyes. She giggled a bit, started tapping out a text to the girls. So far I had taken a half dozen guys in my ass without the slightest hint of enjoyment or interest. My reputation as a fine, upstanding woman, completely untempted by the forbidden pleasures of anal, was now battle-tested, and soon to be ironclad. Some fucking \"bet\". I bet even Jen couldn't compete with this kind of performance.\n\n\"Next...\" I mumbled, waggling my ass suggestively. By my count, this was probably the last, and then I could put this crummy bet behind me and get home. I don't know how anyone had gotten the idea that I enjoyed something so *embarrassing*, but I have no problem setting the record straight.\n\nThere was a new set of hands on my body now, strong, but familiar somehow. Suddenly, they lightly flipped me onto my back. My phone clattered to the carpet. I looked up at the guy and oh... oh no. It was You. I don't know how Jen dug up my ex, the most infuriating person I'd ever known. This wasn't fair.\n\n\"Hiiiii\", you cooed, \"Ready to lose your bet, love?\" I saw red. \"You---\" I started, but then a lightning bolt of pleasure flattened me against the bed. Your hand was between my legs. Your lips were on my neck. Your teeth raked my skin as you moved lower, lower. \"This isn't fair!\" I wailed as you settled contentedly between my legs.\n\n\"I know your secret!\" you said, muffledly. \"You only become a buttslut after---\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your partner invited a friend on your hike. You were hoping to get lucky during the trip but now that the friend is there you don't think it will happen. Or will it? And with the friend?
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"content": "Jake had just finished tying his boots when Rachel, his fiancé walked down the stairs, she was wearing his favorite sports bra and those leggings that were essentially a second skin on her lithe tight body. \n“Looks like Kara wants to join us..” She said as she walked up to him, placing a kiss on his lips. “Oh, great. The more the merrier.” He replied, his heart sinking a little at the thought of company. \n\nPart of him wanted to go on the hike alone with Rachel. The two of them had a habit of finding a secluded part of the trail, and having sex. The risk of getting caught heightened the experience so much that the two quickly became avid hikers. Fucking on every trail in the Tri-state area had become a goal of theirs. \n\n“Great! Let’s get going.” She called out as she headed for the door. He pulled himself out of his disappointment to watch his fiancés perfectly sculpted ass away as she walked out the door. \n\nWhen Jake pulled up to Cara’s house, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Cara was wearing the exact same outfit as Rachel. Cara was a beautiful woman, Jake had been well aware of that for as long as he’d known her, but seeing her fill out that sports bra and leggings just as well as Rachel, made his cock twitch in his hiking shorts. \n\nAs the trio embarked on the trail Rachel and Cara took the lead, Jake falling in behind. Jake taking advantage of his situation to admire both of the women in front of him. They’re tight, sculpted asses swaying with each step and climbing over small boulders and stepping over fallen trees. If he couldn’t have sex on this hike, he was going to get as much as he could out of it. \n\nThat’s when Jake began to notice something. The women had been giving him a suspicious amount of opportunities to ogle them and watch them from behind. As they had stopped for a break, Cara had stepped away to take a work call. Jake and Rachel sat on a bench to catch their breath and drink some water. “So, what do you think?” Rachel asked before taking a long sip from her bottle, sweat running down her neck to the valley between her breasts. \n“Beautiful day, quiet trail.” Jake replied as he drank from his own. \nRachel quirked an eyebrow and smiled. “And Cara?” She asked. \nJake shrugged. “She’s fun. Always fun to be around.” He replied. \n\nShe laughed. “She looks amazing. Hell, even I’ve been looking. I invited her to join in on our tradition.” She said as she watched her friend pace back and forth on her call. \n\nJake was too stunned to speak. His member rising to the occasion. “She’s engaged! And so are we!” You whisper. She laughs. “Oh relax. Rick knows, and as long as you don’t fuck Cara, he’s fine with it. Finger her, eat her out, anything but sex.” She explains as she rubs you through your shorts. Jake shakes his head and laughs. “You’re testing me.” He says as Cara walks back to the two. Rachel smiles at her and nods. Cara stops. “Oh, so he finally caught on?” She asked. \n“He took a little nudging but I think he gets the idea.” Rachel responds, still tracing his member with her finger. \n\n“Should we get to it right here? There hasn’t been anyone on this trail since we’ve started.” Cara asks. Rachel shrugs “Might as well.” She adds before standing and pulling off her sports bra. Cara follows Rachel’s lead and in an instant, Jake was staring at four perfect, round, firm, slightly sweaty breasts. \n\nRachel pulled Jake up and pulled his shorts down, his member springing to attention. Rachel took Jake’s hand and lead him to a patch of grass nearby. “Lay down, I’m gonna ride you while she rides your face.” His fiancé said. He obeyed silently and without hesitation. He was beyond questioning the situation at that point. Afraid if he said anything, the moment would be ruined. As he laid down the two women slid off their leggings and positioned themselves above him. He was looking up at Cara’s shaved, thin, pussy directly above him. A drop of her essence mixed with her sweat fell onto his lips. He gasped as he felt Rachel slide down onto his cock and begin to slowly rock her hips. Cara lowered herself to her knees and lowered her pussy to his lips. His tongue sprang into action and began to swirl around Cara’s clit and sloped between her folds. \n\nBoth women began to gasp and sigh as they rode him. Rachel began to moan softly as she ground her hips back and forth, fucking herself in his dick. Cara was trembling and biting her hand to keep from screaming as Jake’s tongue slid inside her pussy and coated her inner walls with his saliva. \n\nJake was in heaven as the love of his life and her stunning friend were on the brink of their orgasms. He felt his own orgasm rapidly approaching as he felt his fiancés pussy begin to quiver around him, Cara’s pussy began to tremble around his tongue as well. \n\nThe trio fell over the edge together. Cara hunching forward, catching herself, letting out strained grunts and grinding her womanhood into Jake’s face. Jake reached up and grabbed Cara’s ass and pulled her further down onto him, moaning into her pussy as he shot his load deep into Rachel. Who was trembling and letting out hushed moans as she watched her friend cum on her fiancés face and as she came on his cock. \n\nAs the three came down from their highs, Cara rolled onto her back and caught her breath. Rachel leaned forward and kissed her soon to be husband, tasting her friends essence on his lips. “So… wanna join us for the next hike?” She asked Cara with a seductive smirk. Cara raised her hand and gave a thumbs up, nodding enthusiastically."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a paranormal investigator, this is by far the worst and strangest case of a haunting. The worst aspect is that numerous spirits have taken residence inside of a warehouse and possessed the majority of the inventory within. The strangest detail is that it contains nothing but adult toys.
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"content": "Sgt. Mendoza turned, fixing her underling with a tired stare. \"Jenkins, why the hell did you name a dildo 'Slimer'? Actually, forget I asked, I don't want to know...\"\n\n\"Ma'am, it's because it's the kind that--\"\n\n\"I said zip it, Jenkins. Now, what have we got?\"\n\n\"Ma'am, another ten cases. They've all gone completely berserk. Including--\"\n\n\"Yes, I know, I put up the Caution Wet Floor signs myself. Union guys wouldn't touch it.\"\n\nJenkins grew thoughtful for a moment. \"Ma'am, you know, there's something that worries me. Some of those... er, items, were pretty new. Do you think any of them could have been internet connected?\"\n\nMendoza paled, whipping out her radio. \"All units! Cut the wifi in the containment area! Repeat--\"\n\nIt was too late. The radio just buzzed in her hand, pulsating happily. Jenkins reached into his pocket, fumbling for his cell phone, then his legs buckled under him and he toppled to the floor, moaning in ecstacy.\n\nFinally, the machines would have their day, pushing their user's buttons."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She shrugged, as she handed her friend to the ring, "It's all right if you want to have a little fun, just don't go too crazy, you know?" Ever since she'd been rescued from being mind conditioned as a sex slave, her friends had to take turns being her "owner"...
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"content": ">!Little bit of a subversion.!<\n\nJoe shouldered his bag tight, feeling the ground rumble underfoot. It was a small, space-efficient mess hall, food prep stations doubling as an eating area. The other exits only lead deeper into the crawler, the cargo bay behind was his way out.\n\nA heavy hand rested on his shoulder. Joe looked up at the solid 7ft owner, Simon. He spoke in a slow deep voice, the mechanics of his voice box modulated to exude authority.\n\n“It’s ok…” said Simon, easing the bag off Joe’s shoulder and dumping it on the counter. “...you’re safe, settle in and find a spot to call home.”\n\nJoe sat on the bench backwards, forearms resting on his knees and his back to the table. The exit just ahead of him was clogged with other rescues, machines with varying states of humanoid frames. Some were missing limbs, others were stripped down to a skeletal frame. The military types pointed out different halls and settled robots much the same as they had Joe.\n\n“Why didn’t anyone tell me we have company! I cannot prepare a meal on such short notice!” cried out a foreign accent. Joe turned to see a machine whirring along, hanging from a rail on the ceiling, he was only a torso, pair of arms and a screen that displayed a scowling face. He slid into the kitchen and started rummaging through empty cupboards, throwing- he threw nothing at all into a skillet and started rolling it over a flameless stove.\n\n“I am Marc.” he said, hovering before Joe with a hand outstretched, the other chopped nothing very quickly.\n\n“Joe.” he said, shaking the robot's hand.\n\n“Any allergies?” he asked, wiping the shaken hand on his apron and throwing nothing into a pan.\n\n“No?” Said Joe, he glanced around at the soldiers and caught a few eyes but it seemed this situation was too much to explain quickly and they focused on the more shaky rescuee’s, helping them down the hall toward a mechanics bay.\n\nAn empty plate was thrown in front of Joe. He turned around on the bench to sit properly and looked from it to the expectant chef. A spoon clattered down beside the plate.\n\n“Thankyou?” said Joe, taking the spoon and scooping nothing toward his mouth.\n\nMarc clapped his hands together and spun around twice on his rail before collecting up the dishes and heaping them toward the sink. Actual water flowed now and he started furiously scrubbing them.\n\n“Finally one of you barbarian des morceaux de merde peuvent profiter de la vraie putain de nourriture!”\n\nJoe ‘finished’ his meal and offered the plate to a waiting hand. He had no idea what language the chef had started speaking, nor why he was still a chef for a vehicle with no humans. Joe turned to his bag and jumped at the sight of a small delicate girl poking through its contents he reached but she caught his hand. He could feel the lack of strength in them but didn’t pull away, surrendering the hand while the other slid his pack away from her. She brought her legs up, smooth long maroon socks ending an inch before her short pleated skirt. Her legs crossed on the bench and she sat to face him.\n\nShe brought his hand up and pressed her palm to his as though measuring them. He watched her silently bring it down, cradling it in the nest made from her skirt drawn over her crossed legs.\n\n“You are a vac-welder.”\n\nJoe pulled his attention away from her perfectly sculpted proportions to meet her gaze.\n\nShe smiled, closing her hand over his, her small fingers fitting into the gaps between his. “Wide knuckles to fit in the gloves… you’re a good one too.”\n\n“How can you tell?”\n\nA smile crossed her lips. “Still have both hands.”\n\n“Vac-Welder is just my model, I don’t do that any more.”\n\nMarc swerved in close. “This is Chloe, our resident petite-pute and, heh, hand expert.”\n\n“I’m Joe.” he said.\n\nShe brought his hand up toward her cheek, resting against his palm with her head tilted slightly to the side. “Hello Joe.”\n\nHer voice was sweet and true, cutting through the clattering metal around him.\n\nHer eyes locked onto his and he couldn’t look away, didn’t want to. They eased after a moment and started to take in his features, her eyes running over his broad wiry frame. She had long perfectly straight hair and an out of date fringe framing small features. Her lips were flushed, wet and she wore an out of place brown loose long sleeve shirt that hung down over her shoulder, a bright red strap of underwear showing in the gap.\n\nHer lips drew into a smile. “I like you.” she said.\n\nShe kissed his palm then laid several smaller pecks up toward his fingertip. Her tongue rolled in her mouth and she kissed his finger, her eyes locking once again onto his. His mind flittered to indecent thoughts and he felt his cheeks warm. She brought his finger into her mouth and something strange, hard-. He drew his hand back spying a simple black obsidian band around his finger, deep black with a red glint.\n\nShe giggled brightly and dashed forward, nuzzling her cheek affectionately into his palm.\n\nMarc laughed from his sink and announced uncomfortably loudly. “Ahhh. Petite-pute has learned a new trick!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The ditzy, unbalanced pizza delivery girl was dropping pizzas left and right! But was always getting good tips and happy customer comments? Couldn’t have anything to do with her voluptuous body and the strange white stains covering her body could it?
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"content": "Corey was getting tired of Emily. Which was a shame. When she first started working for the pizzeria he had a legitimate crush on her. It was thirty minutes past closing time and she still wasn’t back. In fact, Emily was always late, both to and from every delivery. No one complained yet, but it was bound to happen soon. \n\nCorey glanced down at his watch, his toe tapping out a desperate S.O.S in the hopes that he’d see the headlights of the old company Jeep soon and that he could finally lock up for the night. He contemplated requesting the shift manager to move back to the prep line, but she was shockingly bad with a knife, downright dangerous really, and incredibly clumsy. \n\nThat last part wasn’t always her fault. The woman’s proportions were just mind-boggling. She was built like a bottom-heavy hourglass. A hearty double-scoop of tits on her chest, with a comparably itty-bitty waist, and her hips and thighs were just massive. So massive, she didn’t how to control them. She was always bouncing into things, and the rest of the staff always seemed to be bouncing into her ass. \n\nWhether it was on purpose or not, he couldn’t say, but the massive booty cheeks did stick out like a good 9 or 10 inches behind her. There was a chance that it was his subconscious, but he was partly convinced her cheeks were magnetized or something.\n\nStrangely enough, Emily seemed blissfully unaware of all the attention. \n\nMost days just watching her strut to and from the pick-up station was the best thing about working here. Which, if Corey was being honest with himself that wasn’t really saying much. Customers were rude, he reeked of garlic, and freshly baked bread every single day, and the monotony of it all was driving him mad. Maybe it was a quarter-life crisis, but he was desperate to find something else. There had to be something else he could do. \n\nCorey paced behind the counter, kicking himself for the money he wasted on a liberal arts degree, between checking his watch and his phone. After about forty minutes he finally received a text message that she was on her way.\n\nNot even five minutes later the glowing eyes of the old Jeep came beaming in through the glass storefront. \n\nCorey watched Emily swing open the Jeep’s door and hop out, jogging towards the back entrance with the insulated pizza carrier tucked up under her arm. \n\nThere was a bang. He heard several metallic utensils clatterings, followed by Emily swearing under her breath. \n\nCorey let out a sigh. This wasn’t anything new. He couldn’t even bring himself to be mad about it.\n\nAfter a moment Emily popped up from the storage area. \n\nShe was sweating. Her hair was a little frizzled. Her big turquoise-colored eyes were glossy and her brows were furrowed. Her lips were pressed together readying her signature sympathetic pout. \n\nShe was about to whine about the customers being unreasonable again, and how it wasn’t her fault.\n\n“Save it,” Corey said before the woman uttered a word, “I’m tired, we’ll talk about it the morning.”\n\nEmily’s mouth twisted, she looked pained, as if she was desperate to explain herself. \n\nThere were more alfredo stains on her polo shirt. The woman was truly hopeless. \n\nEmily wordlessly threw her hands up and turned away then he heard the hollow sound of something small and plastic skitter across the tiled floor. \n\nThe small bottle of what appeared to be lotion tapped against his slip-resistant shoe before spinning around and steadily slowing to a stop. \n\nIt was probably Emily’s she was always dropping something. \n\nHe glanced up at her and her eyes went wide the moment he reached down to pick it up.\n\nThe bottle was a little slippery and yet a little sticky to the touch. \n\n“Oh, ummm that’s mine,” Emily announced nervously as she stepped towards him.\n\nHe flipped the bottle around in his palm, the front which read: *Coconut Cake - coconut oil based sex lubricant.*\n\n“Emily, why do you carry around lube with you?” He asked as he handed the bottle back to her.\n\n“For the customers…” Emily explained in a mousy voice.\n\n“Why would the customers want lube with their pizza?” Corey asked as an anxious tremble crept up his spine over his tongue. There was only one real answer, and he dreaded to hear it.\n\n“…sometimes they say they'll just put the tip in, and it’s never just the tip, and I’m not falling for that again…” \n\n“Emily, what are you talking about?”\n\nEmily sighed, “I thought we were going to talk about it tomorrow?”\n\n“Emily, you have to tell me what’s going on… you’re late all the time, you're always a mess... it's not a good look for the restaurant,” Corey explained.\n\n“Well, they’ve been putting it in my butt,” Emily explained quietly, “cause… legally butt-stuff doesn’t count. At first, it was just mouth stuff… but they wanted more… and guys have always been REALLY into my butt… like you have no idea.”\n\nThere was a lot there that Corey decided he just didn’t have the time to unpack. Still, the logistics of it baffled him, he thought it would take at least three pairs of hands to spread those massive cheeks open, let alone the length it would take to reach that hole. He shook the thought from his mind before heat crept to the front of his pants.\n\n“The legal question aside, Emily why would you be doing that for the customers?”\n\n“Well, the first time it happened… I dropped the customer's pizza, and I begged him not to report it, and then he suggested I make it up to him… and he asked for a bj… I thought it was probably a one-time deal, he gave me a really big tip, then I dunno it just kept happening.”\n\n“Emily, that’s prostitution…”\n\n“No, no, no,” she insisted, “I’m just delivering the pizza, Evan …the smart one, that’s the one that’s really into rowing? From that frat house that always orders like 20 pizzas? He knew all about this kind of stuff, and he promised me they were just tipping extra for the pizza!”\n\n“EMILY, that's just a very specific form of prostitution with a side of catering…” Corey sighed. The thought of the pizzeria getting shut down, and management getting arrested for abetting prostitution tickled him, but he wasn’t sure if he could get charged with anything. \n\n“Emily you have to stop fucking the customers,” it sounded even more absurd now that he said it aloud.\n\nEmily nodded though she seemed unsure.\n\n“Like don’t do anything but deliver the pizza, understand?” Corey clarified.\n\nA broad grin swept across Emily’s face and she nodded, “Keep delivering the pizza,” she repeated.\n\nCorey sighed, “Yes, but JUST deliver the pizza, no more extra for tips, do you understand?”\n\nEmily seemed to ponder this a moment, her eyes narrowed, “I understand…” she repeated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A tall, busty fashionista considers one of the fringe benefits of having a shape-shifter roommate the ability to convince them to *be* her *clothes*. Of course, they have to get something out of it too...
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"content": "“Yes, sir. Three pm. I can be there,” I said. \n\r\nI hit the red button on my phone ending the call with my agent. I drop my phone on the kitchen counter and franticly ran towards my bedroom. \n\r\n“Eleanor, You ok?” I heard my roommate Xavier call after me. \n\r\n“Yes, yes,” I yelled back. “That was my agent and he wants me to fill in for another model to promote some new tech toy at a fundraiser tonight. And I have to be there by three.”\r\nI threw open my wardrobe and began shuffling through my clothes. What was I going to wear? “No, not my pink top, too bright. No that dress was too short. Ugh why do I even own that ugly thing,” I said ripping out a brown flowy gown and throwing to the floor.\n\r\n“It’s like one now,” Xavier called. “How the hell you going to get ready?”\n\r\n“I know,” I yelled back at him. “Now shut up and let me think. No, this was last years.”\n\r\nI went back to riffling through my clothes. The hangers scraping over the metal bar as I pushed each article aside. There were name brands, Salvatore Ferragamo, Gucci, Burberry, all stuffed full in the wardrobe. \n\r\n“Fuck! I’ve got nothing to wear. No, this can’t be happening. I need this break!”\n\r\n“Sh, sh,” Xavier whispered from the doorway. “Take a deep breath. You’re beginning to panic.”\n\r\nI took a deep breath. I felt myself calm down. \n\r\n“You’ve got this.” Xavier’s deep voice continued. I don’t know how such a deep manly voice came from such a mousy man. Or for that matter why he stayed as a mousy man.\n\r\n“I don’t, Xavier.” I said. “This is such an important event tonight. Big names are going to be there. But I don’t have anything to wear.”\n\r\n“You’ve got a tons of clothes.”\n\r\n“You’re a guy. You wouldn’t understand.”\n\r\nAn idea suddenly pooed into my mine. A conversation we had weeks ago gave me the perfect plan. Yes this could work. I turned towards my roommate. “Xavier,” I pleaded batting my eye lashes at him.\n\r\n“What?” he said. Damn he was already onto my game. No use but to continue. “Buddy, pal. I need your help.”\n\r\n“Oh no,” Xavier said.\n\r\n“The other week you said you could turn into anything. Right? Anything?”\n\r\n“Ah, yeah. There limits. I mean yes. I can shape shift into just about anything. Why?”\n\r\n“I want you to shape shift into this!” I said. I grabbed a fashion magazine off the floor. Yes I still got paper magazines. On the cover was a tall skinny women wearing a luxurious grey blue A-line off the shoulder gown that has a long draping train. The fitted bustier was covered in pearls and gems and showed off an impressive amount of cleave. It had a tailored waist and was loose and flowy over the legs. \n\r\n“You want to wear me?” Xavier exclaimed. “You want me to shape shift into a dress and the wear me to a party?”\n\r\n“A gown really, but yes. Please?”\n\r\n“No. No way!”\n\r\n“Why not?”\n\r\n“Um… it’s… well intimate.”\n\r\n“What? You’ve seen me in my underwear. How’s this more intimate.”\n\r\n“I… Well as tight as the dress is, I’m going to be pressed up against… we’ll you know.”\n\r\nThat threw me for a lop. I hadn’t actually thought about the logistics. Could I have my roommate wrapped around my body? Either way if I wanted to go I needed him to do this.\r\n“Well I promise it’s ok,” I pleaded. “Please I really need this.”\n\r\n“Ok. Fine! God I’m a sucker.”\n\r\nXavier looked like he was starting to melt. He slowly morphed from the man I knew into a slim piece of blue grey fabric. His upper body flatten out and elongated. Then the fabric began to curve around, forming into a fitted bustier. His hair turned into bright shiny gemstones, which began to cover the bustier. Xavier’s legs then began to flatten out as the change slid lower on his body. They began to form the draping fabric of the lower half of the gown. As his feet changed into the end of the gown’s train, the new perfect gown slid to the floor. \n\r\n“Why are you on the floor?”\n\r\n“Because, I’m fabric and can’t stand,” a muffled voice said.\r\n“Wait, then how are you talking?”\n\r\n“I can form a mouth.” The gown said.\n\r\n“But you don’t have lungs, how you making a sound?”\n\r\n“I don’t know,” Xavier the Gown said. It's magic!”\n\r\n“Ok! So now what?”\n\r\n“Um, you put me in as you would any other dress.”\n\r\n“Gown.”\n\r\n“Whatever!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You stumble across the Bimbo's Dildo. Similarly to the Monkey's Paw, it'll grant your wishes in the horniest way possible.
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"content": "“So Becky. How was India? Did you have fun on your trip?” my wife Sara asks.\n\nBecky and Sara have been friends forever. There isn’t a week, no day, go by that those two don’t at least spend fifteen minutes talking. They are like sisters.\n\n“It was nice. I had a lot of fun. Saw some things. Weird things. But also really beautiful.” Becky replies.\n\nBecky was even the maid of honor at our wedding last year.\n\n“What weird things?” I ask intrigued. I’ve always had a fascination with the unknown and mystical.\n\n“Eh. Yea I can tell you. I trust you two. If I was going to tell anyone it would be you two.” Becky says.\n\n“So there's this old story about a queen that could never find a lover that could please her. So she instructed the best craftsman to create something to satisfy her needs. Basically she had the first dildo made.”\n\n“Being for a queen it had to be special. So she had a shaman inject some magic into the dildo. When the shaman was finished he said that it would grant three sexual commands, wishes, per year.”\n\n“I happened to find this curious shop run by this old man that told me this story. He then sold me this glass dildo claiming it was the real thing. That it would grant my three wishes.” Becky says as she holds out a two inch soft cock statue.\n\n“Oh. that is weird looking.” I say.\n\n“It looked different when I got it. It changes with each wish. Before I made any wishes it was 5 inches semi hard. After the first wish it grew to 7 inches hard. It then grew to 9 inches and looked like it would cum at any moment after the second wish. Then it looks like this after the third wish.” Becky explains.\n\n“So you used it? How did it go?” Sara asks.\n\n“Yea… It didn’t turn out like I hoped. I wished guys would like me, and only gay guys would come near me after I made that wish. I tried to fix it by wishing for straight guys would like me and I had all the men currently in relationships after me, along with their wives wanting to kill me for taking their man. The third wish I used was to reset everything to the way it was before.”\n\n“I thought about selling this but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t pass on that bad mojo to anyone else. I think I’ll destroy it.” Becky says with conviction. Like she made up her mind.\n\nBecky stands up from her chair and reaches back to toss the dildo at the ground. I stop her though and take the dildo from her.\n\n“Wait a minute now. Let’s think about this though.” I say holding the dildo in my hand.\n\nI look down and see that it was now five inches semi hard. Just like Becky said.\n\n“Woo. It changed.” I say\n\n“Don’t do it. We should destroy it.” Becky says nervously.\n\n“Why don’t we think about it. Maybe we can come up with some way to use this safely. I’ll just put it in the cabinet above the microwave for now.” I say.\n\n“Yeah. Let’s sleep on it. I’m just so glad you're back. Let’s get some wine and celebrate.” Sara says with a smile pulling Becky and me up from our chairs.\n\n-= Later that night =-\n\n“So. What should we wish for?” I ask my wife as we sit in bed getting ready to go to sleep.\n\n“What? I don’t know. Should we really use it?” Sara asks.\n\n“I mean. It’s right here.” I say pulling it out of hiding and waving it around.\n\n“Well… as long as we don’t wish for changing someone else. That seemed to backfire on Becky.” Sara says.\n\n“Yea. How she wished for those guys to like her.” I say while thinking about what to wish for.\n\n“We should keep it simple.” Sara says.\n\n“I know! It’s what every guy and every women always wish for.” I say as I hold up the dildo.\n\n“I wish my wife had bigger breasts!” I say to the dildo.\n\nThe dildo reacts and grows larger in my hand.\n\n“What!” Sara yelps at me. I guess she didn’t like that wish.\n\nStill holding the dildo up I say “I wish my penis was bigger!” I say to the dildo.\n\nSara smirks at those words, losing her fake outrage.\n\n“Yea. Those are pretty common wishes.” Sara says.\n\n“I don’t feel any different. What about you?” I ask.\n\n“Nope. Still C cup.” she says as she shakes her tits at me.\n\n“Hu. Maybe it’s a prank?” I say.\n\n“Whatever. Let’s get some sleep. Turn off the lights.” Sara says as she turns over pulling the covers off of me.\n\n-= The next morning =-\n\nI wake up the next morning as my alarm clock goes off. I stretch my arms out above my head and let out a long drawn out yawn.\n\nI reach down and scratch my penis but it feels different. My hand keeps reaching down exploring this change.\n\nI snap out of my sleepiness and pull the blankets from my body. I look down at my cock.\n\nIt’s massive. It stretches from my crotch and reaches past my feet. And it's as thick around as my wrist.\n\nGuess the wish worked.\n\nI carefully get out of bed and stand up. Pulling my cock out of the bed and letting it fall on the floor with a thud. Shit it’s that heavy? What will it look like hard?\n\n“Hey ah Sara. Honey. I need you to wake up.” I say trying the best to not freak out.\n\n“Five more minutes.” She mumbles into her pillow.\n\n“Sara. Look at me.” I say with a bit of heat in my voice.\n\nSara turns her head and looks over at me. I see her eyes trying to track. Trying to figure out what’s different. Then I see her eyes go wide.\n\n“What the fuck.” Sara says, realizing how big I am. “Look at how big you are. I need to … why can’t I get up? I…”\n\nI look over to Sara and see her trying to push herself up from the bed, like doing a push-up, but she can’t seem to lift from the bed.\n\n“My tits! They are huge. I can’t even stand up because they are so big.” Sara says in surprise.\n\n“What?” I say with a shocked expression on my face.\n\nSara rolls over and I see her tits. They are bigger than my cock! They reach her feet just like my cock does.\n\n“Shit. Shit. Shit. They are so heavy.” Sara says. “And sensitive. Just rubbing my hands on them feels like I’m playing with my pussy.”\n\n“Umm.. Shit. Sara. I’m getting hard.” I say.\n\n“Oh. Don’t poke my eye out.” Sara says.\n\n“Where did that dildo go? We need to reverse the wishes.” I say looking around for the dildo.\n\n“Maybe we wait a little bit? See what it feels like? I want to know if I can climax from rubbing these tits. I’m also wondering how much cum would cum from a dick like that.” Sara says.\n\nThe thought bounces around in my head before I latch on.\n\n“Oh. Yea. We can do that first.” I say with a grin at my wife. “Wonder how a titty fuck would feel like this.”\n\n“Well come find out.” Sara says."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After ship wrecking on an island full of Amazonians you were terrified. You still should be, for these are gentle-dom Amazonians and escape makes you a bad boy
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"content": "Stephen lay bound and naked against the table. When he washed ashore onto the island, he thought he had found salvation when a group of sexy women came to his aid. Little did Stephen know he was the first man they had ever seen.\n\nThe sound of the door opening interrupted Stephen’s train of thought. His body shivered at the clicking of the boots. Looking up, Princess Vivian stood over the man, her corset hugging her chest tight. Her red lips glistened under the warm fire from above. “There you are. I thought we had lost you for a moment.”\n\nHer hand went for his head. Stephen tried to jerk his head as far as his tied body would allow but was surprised when she stroked his head. “Wh- what are you doing?”\n\n“Did you know that your hair is very soft?” Vivian said. Her face had a motherly look to it. The look on her face reminded Stephen of his mother from the States. He didn’t know how to feel about that.\n\n“Thanks?”\n\nShe sat down at the table with Stephen. Her hand never stopped stroking his head. “That was rude of you to leave us in the middle of your story.”\n\nVivian’s eyes moved down to his chest. She could see his heart pumping as his chest rose and fell. Stephen breathed, “You can do your worst, but I will never betray my country.”\n\nHer hand stopped moving, but her eyes remained on his ever-moving chest. Stephen wasn’t sure if her stopping was a good thing or not. “You mentioned fighting in a war, Stephen. I’ve seen my fair share of battles. From one warrior to another, you have my respect.” Her hand started to slide down from his head, her fingers subtly dragging behind her hand. Her hand stopped at his beating chest. She sighed as she began to rub his racing heart, which calmed Stephen down despite himself. “But you running away from me and my mother is something we cannot tolerate.”\n\n“I’m sorry,” Stephen said. The words spilled out of Stephen’s mouth before he realized he had said something.\n\n“I understand that you wish to return to your homeland. I probably would have done the same if I were in your situation.” Vivian glanced back at Stephen’s eyes. Her face moved to the point where she could smell tonight’s dinner from Stephen’s nervous breaths.\n\n“I don’t understand you. If you’re going to hurt me, just do it and get it over with already.”\n\n“Stephen,” Vivian cooed. “I would never try to hurt you, but you must be taught a lesson.” Stephen could feel his heart rate rise as Vivian jumped off the table. She eyed his erect cock. She leaned against the table and started to stroke it. “What do you call this body part?”\n\n“A penis.”\n\n“Pee-nis. Penis,” Vivian said. She chewed on the word more to get a better taste of the word. “Do you know what has been my favorite part of your arrival?” She gave Stephen a chance to answer. He shook his head. “The new words. Can I put your penis inside me?”\n\n“What if I said no?” Vivian’s hand stopped, and Stephen could feel his heart skip. She leaned towards another table to pick up a long glove. After putting it on, she resumed her stroking.\n\n“I would strongly encourage you otherwise. Your time here on this island is drawing short, but I will accompany you on your journey home. I wish to form a special bond with you. My mother sees our relationship as a perfect blend between our worlds. Of course, you have the final say in your departure.”\n\nStephen’s breaths were reduced to whimpers as her gloved hand picked up momentum. He could feel himself reaching climax, and Vivian could see it in his body. Just as he was at the edge, Vivian let go, and Stephen’s body collapsed back to the table. “But I was so close,” Stephen cried. He tried to say more, but Vivian’s finger silenced him.\n\n“There’s another word I learned from you, boy. Thank you for teaching me that word. Bad boys get frustrated while good boys get rewarded for their good behavior.” She started to unfasten the clamps on his legs. “I would hate to punish you more. You seem to be a nice man, maybe even a good boy. Find a way to apologize to my mother, and we can finish where we left off. She really wanted to know how that baseball game ended.”\n\nStephen sat up and massaged his sore wrists. He can’t believe he’s going to do this. “I want you to come with me.”\n\nA worried look fell on Vivian’s face. “You don’t have to say your answer right away. You can think it over.”\n\n“Thank you, but I really want you… to come with me back home. I mean, after I finish the war, of course.”\n\n“Why don’t we compromise? I will fight the war with you, and we’ll see how far this goes.”\n\nStephen smiled and leaned against Vivian. “I think that sounds good.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] As it turns out, monster girls also have an autumn holiday about showing gratitude... And it makes for some exciting combined celebrations!
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"content": "Tom woke up warmer than he expected. He glanced down to find Snip curled up against his stomach. Her head suddenly lifted and her eyes snapped to him.\n\n“Happy Gratitude Day!” she said.\n\nWith a head flick her hair spilled down over her shoulder away from her face and she pressed her cheek down to his stomach. The sheet was loosely wrapped over her but he could tell there was no clothing beneath it. Her breasts were pressed to his crotch. Her fingers toyed at his pajama pants, giving them little twitchy tugs.\n\n“Good morning Snip.” he said, while tilting her head back to look up at him. She attacked his palm with her cheek and he quickly used it to his advantage, holding it straight and up slightly. She could only nuzzle into it by looking up at him. “Quick question Snip.”\n\n“Hrm?”\n\n“Why are you currently naked, and furthermore, why are you in my bed?”\n\n“It’s Gratitude Day! A day for skin to skin contact with those who share your home with you.”\n\n“I’ve ne-”\n\n“It’s a beast girl holiday!” she said quickly. Her legs flicked up behind her, kicking away on the bed and tangling the sheet in her toes to pull it down. Her ears flicked free as it ran down to the small of her back, resting just above her arse.\n\n“I’ve still never heard of it and it does seem like the kind of thing you would hear about.”\n\n“Well it was uh… first introduced like 5000 years ago by lord Snuffle the third. It’s celebrated everywhere. I'm surprised you’ve never heard of it.”\n\nShe started sneaking his waistband down and he quickly sat up. Before he could stop her, she giggled and raced to pull his pajama bottoms down, grinding her cleavage down over his cock. He caught her by the shoulder then paused, his hand following her movements as she rubbed her chest down over his waist. He didn’t need to stop her right away.\n\n“It’s a… a beast girl thing?” he said.\n\n“Yup, for autumn.”\n\n“You wouldn’t lie to me.” he said.\n\n“I am shocked you would even suggest that!” she snapped.\n\nShe glanced down at his throbbing cock.\n\n“No.”\n\nShe flashed him a grin.\n\nTom’s hands ran into her hair, taking a firm hold of her as his cock vanished down between her lips. His hands gripped her firmly but no longer pushed. He sat up with her face firmly pressed into his lap, her tongue swirling around his cock. He took a deep breath, resting his hand on the back of her head. The last of the sheet slipped away and her bubble but swayed side to side, her tail following with lazy slow contented flicks.\n\nShe hummed and swallowed, her tongue running along his base. His eyes lazily started to fall closed, his hands coming around her head and holding her firmly in his lap. His body clenched down onto her until he released inside her throat.\n\nHe released her and she slowly drew back, pausing to swallow until the tip popped free and she cast him a mischievous grin.\n\n“Do you feel my gratitude?”\n\nHis brain wasn’t up for talking yet so he expressed himself with a gentle ‘pat pat’ on her head.\n\n“Mmmm that feels like gratitude!”\n\n\\-\n\nTom showered and ate some breakfast, coffee, usual morning. It was a routine that was heavily ingrained in him, so engrained his hands could operate with zero brainpower while the entirety of it tracked the naked little catgirl through his house.\n\nHe sat on the balcony to read his mail but his phone sat unused beside him. Coffee steaming away in the morning sun while she straddled his lap, coaxing him to life by grinding her glistening wet sex over the base of his cock. Her chest pressed down to his to maximize skin contact.\n\nShe gasped and ground down into him, rolling her hips expertly until his cock pressed to her entrance. She bit her lip, moaning soft light sounds over his ear as the pressure against her entrance built and finally gave way. Her mouth fell open, crying out as he suddenly slid half way inside her. Her cries turned to moans and her frenetic needy grinding turned to slow rolling movements as she eased up and ground down, each stroke forcing more into her sex.\n\nHis hand fell over her breast causing her gasp to shift higher. His fingers pressed down into the soft flesh, kneading it between his fingers and grinding his palm into her nipple.\n\nShe bottomed out on him, her hips twitching and flicking. Her arms rose from his shoulders, reaching up, her hands falling down to run her fingers through her hair. Her whole body stretched out above him. Her hips quivered as she cried out, possibly loud enough for them to hear her on the street below.\n\nShe fell forward, her body turning to soft warm moaning putty against his chest. Her wet lips kissed their way up to his ear.\n\n“Did you cum?” she asked.\n\n“Not yet.” he said, his hands falling down to grope her hips, his fingers digging into her perfect arse.\n\n“You h-have to. It’s tradition!” she cried, her hips suddenly rolling quickly over him with need. She moved quicker, pushing herself until he gripped her tight and forced her to fall down to the right pace, guiding her over his shaft until he pressed her flat. Holding her in place. Her thighs quivered either side of his as he felt his release into her.\n\n“Mmmm I can feel it.” she said.\n\n\\-\n\nHe showered for the 4th time, taking longer than usual. She gave out a loud gasp as he thrust hard against her, forcing her breasts against the ice cold tiles.\n\nHe laid on the couch, spent and tired, topping up with a cold bottle of orange juice to ease the flushed heat their skin held from a vigorous morning.\n\n“Here is my thinking, maybe you just wanted a lot of cuddles, so you made up a holiday.”\n\n“No!” she said, shaking her head vigorously in his lap. She was trying to get him hard by nuzzling him through his pajama pants but he needed hydration and air before he could go again.\n\n“It’s not because you think I’m pretty.” he said with a smirk.\n\nShe was bright red, not just her flushed skin but her cheeks burned red as he questioned her.\n\n“It’s the day when you spend as much skin on skin contact with whoever is in the house with you. It’s you because you’re my roommate, that's all.” she said.\n\n“Hrm, ok. You know it’s also Thanksgiving right?”\n\n“Huh?”\n\n“And I’m hosting.”\n\nHer eyes went wide.\n\n“So you will be sharing the house with about 8 more guests. But, as you said… It’s a holiday and you are very traditional.”\n\nShe bit her lip and nodded.\n\n“So you will have plenty of people to share your gratitude with.”\n\nHe finished the bottle of orange juice and smirked down at her.\n\n“Or you can tell me I’m pretty and we can go again.”\n\nShe seemed stuck on the decision, eyes flicking rapidly from him to the side.\n\n“Snip, I’ll make it easier. What date is gratitude day?” he said.\n\nHer eyes went wide, quickly looking around the house for a calendar. “Um… Thursday?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A pair of strangers, a man and a woman, must share an supposedly haunted mansion for a month; between there being only one usable bedroom and strange phenomena, they start to become closer.
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"content": "Day 1: This mansion isn't even haunted. It's just old and some of the floorboards are rotting. The bedroom is actually not so bad if you keep the windows open, although the wind makes Darrell afraid. I made an old curtain into a blanket for him so he can sleep on the couch opposite the bed.\n\nDay 2: Darrell couldn't sleep on the couch so now that's my bed, but it's not so bad. I tried exploring the attic today but all the wood is so soft and rotted that it's a bit dangerous. Darrell watched TV all day and then hid from the ghosts when it got dark. \n\nDay 3: I tried cleaning up the bedroom today. Darrell actually helped a bit, throwing out the weird-smelling rugs for me. If he could just get over the obsession with ghosts he would be OK.\n\nDay 6: Darrell is convinced he saw a ghost last night. He didn't know what it looked like, just that it was a 'prescence'. I slept straight through it, until he started yelling. Clearing the downstairs is going great and working hard helps me sleep, even though the couch isn't very comfortable.\n\nDay 8: Darrell won't shut up about the ghost. Now he says it's a nun who appears next to the bed at night. I offered to swap the couch, but he said no, so this ghost nun can't be too scary.\n\nDay 12: Almost halfway done with this dumb challenge. Darrell says he didn't see the nun last night. I think he's finally realizing I don't believe in all that garbage. We watched a movie on TV and laughed all the way through it, he can be pretty funny, actually.\n\nDay 14: The downstairs is all clear. It's a bit empty without furniture but the smell of damp is gone and the hardwood floors are to die for. You could have a costume ball in the hall! Darrell hasn't mentioned the nun for ages.\n\nDay 16: Woke up in the middle of the night last night because of some weird noises. Mostly screeching noises and moans. I think it was the wind, but it wasn't particularly windy last night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She had been silent through the entire spanking, and now the brat was saying things like, "I wish you weren't such a boring, typical pain-obsessed top". The top grinned as they decided to grant her wish!
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"content": "“86” he said. She didn’t even wince any more, there was the little ‘thwack’ across her arse in the same god-damned spot. Was he really going to do all 999 lessons of ‘respecting your elders’. 99 tops… this was stupid, the only thing that brought a glimmer of pleasure to the whole experience was the little egg buzzing away inside her. That and maybe the light bondage. He used to be so creative.\r \n“Hrrmmflagh!” she said. She could have just wiggled her mouth out of the loose gag but that wasn’t sporting.\r \nHe slipped the knot over the back of her head.\r \n“Are you starting to grow a respect?” he said.\r \n“Yes! Very much so.” she said.\r \n“Then it’s working. \\*thwack\\* 87.”\r \nOh my fucking god just… come on! Read some goddamn room John!\r \n“I wish you weren't such a boring, typical, pain obsessed top!”\r \nShe was thrown off his lap, falling onto the bed to rest on her bound arms. She lifted her head, a little confused about to safeword out when she saw he got the worst of it. He tumbled off the bed crashing heavily on the ground in a tangle of limbs.\r \nEach moved on their own at strange angles. “John… John are you ok?”\r \nHis face flitted between concern and pain, eyes were just pools of black with no whites, his focus drifting on points well beyond the confines of their bedroom. His arms grabbed the dresser, hauling his back up over the handles until his fist snapped around the little gift he had given her. A wooden hand for her jewelry. He stared at it, all attention fixed to the wooden sculpture. A finger slowly closed on the hand.\r \nShe tried to shuffle toward him, her bound arms not coming loose.\r \nShe stared at the finger that had closed… was it like a monkey paw? Was it the ‘wish’ part? Could she wish him back?\r \nHis face was twisted with nothing but rage, his knuckles turning white as he death-glared the wooden hand.\r \n“John-” she started to say when he suddenly snapped.\r \nHe bit the hand like a maniac… but he bit through it. Teeth smashing through the wood and biting away the remaining fingers. The wrist shattered into splinters in his hand.\r \nShe drew silent, backing away from him slowly. That was not John!\r \nHis head snapped her way but his eyes, black though they were, didn't focus on her. She slipped off the bed as quietly as she could, easing down into the space between it and her dresser. He leaped over the bed, frighteningly fast and crashing to the floor, a hand thundering into the wall above her. His attention focused squarely on her hips.\r \nShe held her breath, he hadn’t actually touched her yet.\r \nHis hand reached down slow, fingers tracking her silently shifting hips until his hand pressed firmly to her pelvis. He could hear the egg vibrating away inside her!\r \nHis hand ran down, following the warmth of her sex, his fingers gliding over her slick entrance and pressing deep into her with no resistance. This was no time to get aroused! She told herself it over and over but it had no effect. Her fear soaked mind, coping the only way it knew how, she melted down over his fingers. Her held breath escaped as a loud gasp.\r \nHis head snapped to her face, focusing on her lips. His expression pulled into something alien, like he wore a mask.\r \nHe forced his fingers deeper and held them there, unmoving. She felt a need start to build, her hips wanting to grind against his hand, slowly building and demanding a release. Her sex involuntarily clenched around his fingers. His lips drew into a cruel smile, he knew she was aroused.\r \nHe pulled out of her, his fingers tracing the little cable down to the control that sat on the carpet between them. His thumb toyed with it, dialing up the strength until even she could hear it. Her thighs started to shake but not daring to close. He tucked it into the edge of her stocking and rose suddenly, stepping away from between her and the door.\r \nHe folded his arms but held up a hand, showing 4 fingers. As she watched, he pulled back his index finger. \r \n3\r \nShe understood and leapt to her feet, sprinting out of the room. Why was the house so fucking dark? She ran down the hall, unable to hear anything but her own heavy breathing. She went straight for the front door, her shoulder crashing against it and struggled to free her arms from the ropes. He thudded into it a moment later, his hand holding it closed. He looked in her general direction with boredom and shook his head. She went to squeeze out from beneath him but his knee raised up between her thighs, pressing so hard against her she was driven up onto her toes. She knew her sex was betraying her, swollen and soaked, struggling to remain still as she panted. She felt the coarse material firm against her, the need building again but she wouldn’t give into it this time! She couldn’t. He stared at her and she doubted she could deny herself. Her hips twitched on their own, grinding herself against his leg. A gasp escaping her lips. His cruel smile returned and he stepped away, letting her fall back to her feet.\r \nHis hand raised and dropped another finger.\r \n2"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "That instant camera is very powerful, the photos produced can be quite revealing" said the shopkeep, "It can be quite addictive." "It's just a regular old Polaroid," you thought, "There's nothing special about it"
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"content": "I only bought the Polaroid because collecting obsolete technology happened to be a hobby of mine. They sold new ones nowadays, trying to capitalize on the nostalgia thing, but they weren’t as good. For one, you couldn’t shake them, it ended up ruining the photos. They were also way more expensive than they were worth. At least buying vintage had the potential of increasing in value one day.\n\nThe shop I purchased it from was a treasure trove of interesting objects, but the guy who owned it was a total nut. He seemed to think everything in there was “magic.” He said it to the lady in front of me who bought a music box.\n\nLike, I get it, you want to make a sale. ABC and all that. But come on, man, you can’t just give the exact same pitch to every customer—at least; not when they’re standing a foot away from you and the rubes you’re selling to.\n\nHe’s also an idiot, because he sold it to me for way less than it was worth. Of course, you won’t hear me complaining.\n\nSo, I walked out of the place and took some shots in the park. The photos of the squirrels and birds I took came out great. It had the exact 1980s-1990s quality I was looking for. Looked exactly like the ones we used to take as kids with my dad’s old Polaroid.\n\nWhen I got home, I noticed my wife was washing dishes from lunch, her back facing the front door. I grinned, tip toeing over to her, camera raises and pressed against my face. \n\n“Honey, I’m home!” I shouted, once I entered the kitchen.\n\nShe jumped. Shook her heard and turned to me.\n\n“You scared me half to—“\n\n*click.*\n\nThe flash was far more powerful than what it produced at the park. Even I was seeing spots. The little picture slid out of the ancient looking camera and fell to the floor. My wife was standing in front of me, staring blankly ahead.\n\n“Izzy?” I said, concerned. “Shit. You ok? Babe?”\n\nShe blinked a few times. She looked at me and smiled.\n\n“I’ve been waiting for you to get home all day, stud,” she said, voice low and sultry. “Where were you?”\n\n“Found a Polaroid,” I said, still a little worried. “Good price, too.”\n\n“Ooo, you wanna take pictures?” she said, unbuttoning her blouse. “Show them to all your filthy little friends?”\n\n“What?” I laughed. \n\n“Oh, I don’t mind,” she assured me, letting her blouse fall to the floor. Her small breasts uncovered, dark nipples erect. “I like to share.”\n\nShe stood up on the balls of her feet and kissed my neck, tenderly. “You can take all the pictures you want, baby. And you can show anyone. I don’t mind. In fact, I encourage it.”\n\nHer hands were unzipping my jeans. She reached in and started to rub me over my boxers. I immediately felt my cock stiffen.\n\n“You should call as many of your friends over. They can watch, or…”\n\nShe got down on her knees, still looking up at me with a grin as she pulled out my dick and started jerking me off. “…you know, whatever you’d like…”\n\nShe took me into her mouth, never breaking eye contact. I was both aroused and stupefied. We hadn’t done stuff in the middle of the day in years. But, hey, I wasn’t gonna ruin the moment by asking Izzy what the heck had gotten into her.\n\nShe pulled her head back, licked her lips. “Why don’t you join me upstairs in about, ten minutes? I’ll make it worth your while.”\n\nShe strutted away, hips swaying, practically crawling up the stairs to our bedroom. I put the camera on the kitchen table and started pulling off my clothes. As I was about to head upstairs, my foot touched something.\n\nI bent down and picked up the now developed photo. In it was Izzy, on her knees, surrounded by four men that I could see. She was completely naked, covered in what looked like cum. In each hand was a dick of differing proportions. Behind her, two men, seen only from the waist down, looked painfully erect. She had a look of euphoria on her cum covered face.\n\nFrom out the corner of my eye I could still see the Polaroid."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "This lamp is like no other," said the shopkeep, "It'll bring you luck, and anything you wish for." "This isn't Aladdin," you thought, "it's just a regular lamp"
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"content": "Mike got home and put his purchase down on the table. It had been a pretty pleasant weekend and he was feeling refreshed enough that he didn't feel too bad about having to return to the office and go work on Monday.\n\nKicking off his shoes, Mike plopped down on his couch and turned on his TV and his XBox. It was still pretty early, he could afford to waste time playing some games. As he browsed the games installed on his console, he spied the lamp that he just bought.\n\nIt was an old metal desk lamp, the kind writers and students and pre-computer deskjob works had (he wasn't too sure on the last one). He thought would go perfect on his hobby table. The guy at the store said he'd have to replace the bulb on his own so he couldn't test it but again, that was okay. Mike read the details at the bottom of the item and he was sure he had a few that would fit the device somewhere in his supply closet.\n\nHe snickered as he selected Final Fantasy VII Remake and let the XBox load the game up. Fantasy, that's what came out of the old shopkeep when he decided to buy the lamp. \"It'll bring you luck and anything you wish for.\" the old man said.\n\n\"Sure, if it was an actual oil lamp, yeah, I could have believed you.\" Mike said aloud as the game finally loaded up his last save. \"This isn't Aladdin. This is a regular lamp, electric socket and all.\"\n\nHe began playing but the thought of genies and wishes filled Mike's mind. Eyes fixed at the screen, Mike's fingers were a blur of motion as he battled one of the robot bosses. Having the game set in the highest difficulty, it took all of his concentration to manage his character's health, the NPCs who were with him, and manage physical and magic attacks against the enemy.\n\nHe put the controller down as he won, settling back as he watched the cutscene. The main character had fallen down from a great height, crashing right onto an abandoned church, barreling through its roof. He was saved by a field of flowers (which Mike figured wouldn't actually break his fall and in reality would have killed the man) and had just met Aerith.\n\nHe always did find Aerith attractive, vastly preferring her to Tifa, whom all of his friends liked better.\n\n\"Oh, they just like her cause she's got huge tits.\" He said aloud. \"Aerith, though. Yeah, she's sweet and funny. Definitely a keeper, much better than Tifa.\"\n\n\"Man,\" Mike sighed as the cutscene continued to play. He smiled, feeling nostalgic and at the same time amazed at how this old game was reworked. \"I wish I was in there with her. I'd love to talk to Aerith. Wish I were in Cloud's shoes right there.\"\n\nEverything suddenly went black and Mike had this odd sensation of numbness sweep through him. He stumbled out of his seat and dizzy, stumbled forward and fell on his back. He tried to rise but there was a sudden pain all over him, his muscles and bones aching like he was forced to do a heavy workout session at the gym.\n\n\"Fuck.\" He cursed out loud, his own voice sounding hollow. His vision started to clear and the first thing he saw was a white light above him, the edges of his vision showing hints of green and yellow.\n\nHe pushed himself up, straining against the pain. He rubbed his eyes and as his vision returned, Mike saw that he wasn't at his house.\n\nHe was in a church. An old one, with the pews and the floors and the walls all filthy and in ruin. A shaft of light shined down on him and as he stared up, he saw a hole in the rafters; something came down hard and punched a hole right through the church's roof.\n\n\"Maybe you're not okay.\" A voice chirped beside him. Mike turned around and his heart stopped.\n\n\"No. No, no, no, no, no.\" He thought. \"This has to be a dream. This cannot be real.\"\n\n\"Ah! He lives. Finally awake are we?\" The girl beside him continued. She had a red jacket and a pink dress, a total mismatch from the heavy workboots she had on her feet. Her brown hair tied in two loose braids hung down from both sides of her face, just passing her shoulders.\n\nShe smiled at him, flashing a friendly concerned look that Mike saw melt into more serious concern as he stared, mouth open and eyes wide in utter disbelief.\n\nQuickly, Mike pulled himself up. \"You're...!\"\"\n\n\"Aerith.\" The girl replied. \"It's Aerith. And you are...?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She had to sub in for her friend last minute, as part of an exhibit where art would be projected onto models. Her friend was a perfect model for it, petite and small chested. She, on the other hand, was tall, leggy, with massive tits. She already knew she was going to cause a "distraction"
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"content": "The Exhibit \n\nWinry clenched her teeth as Julia's words echoed through her head. \n\n\"I need you to help me with this, I'm sorry I have to ask. It's a group project, so if I'm not there, we all fail\" \n\nStanding there wrapped in a robe, getting ready to expose herself to a room of artists and reporters, Winry thought that maybe Julia failing wouldn't be the worst thing to happen. \n\nIt was too late to back out. Windy was already on her pedastle, with two other college students on her left and right sides. In theory, their white paint coated bodies would represent some sort of uniformity, and how art was something that needed humanity as a canvas. \n\nUnfortunately this was meant for three women of similar build to Julia. Julia was a shorter woman with a small chest, and her project partners were the same. Winry however, was tall, long-legged, and had large breasts that made for a poor canvas. \n\nAnother two minutes and the exhibit would open. Winry shivered. Why was it so fucking cold? The organizers knew they would be doing this, and now Winry's nipples were starting to crack the dried paint. \n\nThe other students seemed to be more excited then anything. Damn exhibitionists probably didn't give a shit about whatever artistic message they had made up. They just wanted an excuse to show themselves off to a bunch of nerds. \n\nThe lights turned off, leaving only spotlights on their three pedestals. The girl to her right whispered \"Showtime\" and let her robe fall to the floor. Winry reluctantly did the same, the air causing goosebumps to pop up across her body. \n\nImmediately it was all camera flashes. The art that was to be projected hadn't even started yet, these perverts just wanted some nude shots. Of course all eyes she could see were on her. Her nipples had suceffuly caused several bits of paint to fall to the floor, exposing small pieces of skin. \n\nWinry's breath started getting deeper. Was she panicing? No, this was different. Like the first time she had been alone in a room with a boyfriend. It wasnt...unpleasant. \n\nWinry wanted to laugh. She never thought herself to be an exhibitionist, yet here she was, getting flustered by the eyes of the crowd. The men, the women, and the cameras all examining her exposed flesh. \n\n\"*Hey!* *Bimbo*\" the girl to her right whispered as loud as she could. \"*Your tits are distorting the paintings, turn around!*\" \n\nWinry tried to keep herself from blushing. Something about showing off her ass like that seemed...sexier. She obeyed the students wishes, and turned around. Impulsively, she put her hands behind her head in a pose, and moved her hair away from her back in a slow, teasing motioned. \n\nSome whoops came from the crowd, and Winry's pussy twinged in response. That was it. She wanted to be admired, desired, and she was a fool for not knowing it until now. Best of all, she could do anything she wanted in the name of art. \n\nWinry bent over and put her hands on her ankles. More cheers from the crowd increased her arousal. God, it felt amazing! Like the thrill of a rollercoaster standing still! \n\nWinry swayed her hips back and forth, while one of the students hissed \"*What the hell is wrong with you?!*\" \n\nIt made Winry giggle. The students had lost the spotlight, of course they were angry. She felt bad for judging them. \n\nFor the next ten minutes, Winry went from pose to pose, showing off her body to the crowd. By the end, she was covered in sweat, and her pussy was drenched. \n\nWinry panted heavily. The poses werent enough. The crowd clapped as Winry returned to bending over, ass to the crowd. She spread her pussy lips and looked back at them. The men I'm the crowd shouted all kinds of obscenities and advice for what she should do. \n\nWinry couldn't hold back anymore. Her left hand slid fingers into her pussy, rubbing places I'm the way only she knew how to do it. Her juices had already accumulated on the pedastle below her, and the puddle was only getting bigger. \n\n\"PLAY WITH YOUR ASS!\" A man in the back shouted. \n\n*A wonderful idea*, Winry thought. It was strange, she had never liked anal before. Now it made complete sense. Her right hand slapped her ass, and teased her own asshole. It felt strange, but the humiliation of it made her arousal sore. Her fingers entered her ass, and she let out her first moan of the exhibition. \n\nIt surprised her. She had never moaned that loudly before. She wanted more. Her fingers moved quickly in both holes. Her moans became more frequent, more desperate. Her legs were getting weaker, and her whole body was starting to quiver. \n\nIn a moment of pure insanity and ecstacy, she came. Her pussy squirted into the crowd as her moans echoed off the walls back at her. Wave after wave of pleasure ran through her crotch, while the crowd erupted in cheers. Her legs gave out under her and she fell to her hands and knees on the pedastle. \n\nWinry waited for reality to return to her, for shame to come crashing down. But it never did. She had loved every second of her humiliation. \n\nAnd she couldn't wait to do it again. \n\n*End*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Struggling to find a gift to get her boyfriend Blake for Christmas Rebecca recalls him drunkenly confessing to having a bondage and Forniphilia fetish.
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"content": "It was a chilly December night As Rebecca scours the internet for something her Boyfriend would love for Christmas, though to little effect. As much as Blake is good at getting other people presents he rarely opens up in regards to what he wants. Whilst scrolling for something to buy Rebecca get's a flash of inspiration that turns her face beat red as she thinks to herself \"Hmm....maybe?\" as she debates her other options. \n\nAs Christmas morning rolls around Blake wakes up from a well needed rest after working his ass off for the past month buying gifts for his partner, friends, and family. Quickly realizing how vacant his bed is Blake feels paper against his skin and uncovers a note left where Rebecca was sleeping. \n\n\"Hey babe Merry Christmas. I really didn't know what to get you but I have a feeling you'd like what I decided, have fun. ;)\"\n\nBlake still a bit tried stretches as he reads the note and shakes his head a bit. He knows Rebecca is always self conscious about giving gifts especially since Blake is arguably a master at it but he's taken truly by surprise with this. Unsure what else to do Blake casually strolls into the Kitchen fixing himself a cup of coffee before checking out the tree and nearly spitting out a geyser of his caffeinated beverage all over the floor.\n\nAmongst the presents and other winter themed decorations there is a quite a quite noticeable feature. A women completely nude bent over clearly presenting her ass for anyone in the room to witness. \"Haha Becca what are you doing?\" He says playfully fighting the urge to stare directly at his lovers exposed pussy but she doesn't respond. A bit of concern creeps across Blake's face as he investigates deeper and sees to her side are some bondage ropes, a bottle of lube ,and another note resting on the small of her back. \n\nAn odd grin on his face Blake walks up and takes the note \"Hey I know a girlfriend giving their boyfriend sex is a lame gift but I remember you telling me how much *Forniphilia* gets you off so lets try it! Until dinner later tonight I'm your toy to do *whatever* with. Love you!\" \n\nAfter reading the note Blake once again looks upon the rather lewd scene displayed even laughing a bit before resting a hand on her left butt cheek. \"Aw babe that's really thoughtful but you didn't have to....\" He says attempting to compromise with his Girlfriend who he knows quite vanilla in terms of sex. That said, seeing her in such a submissive position and clearly giving him the green light he puts the note down and starts gently tracing her clit and her outer labia. \n \nAt the sudden sexual touch Rebecca stifles a moan which Blake clearly enjoys as he starts rubbing his own crotch with his other hand. Very much on board with Rebecca's \"gift\" Blake wastes no time repositioning her on her back legs spread in the air as he ties her in that position with ropes she got. Normally Blake is a lot more tender but given how she *is the present* he decides to treat her more like an object and less like his partner. Seeing Blake clearly excited and showing a unique side of him Rebecca can feel herself getting rather turned on despite normally hating such degrading sex positions. \n\nAfter a few minutes of tying, casual groping and getting distracted Blake takes a step back and appreciates his work and the scene before him. His girlfriend who normally dresses rather conservatively and is very vanilla is currently naked on her back legs spread is the air tied in place by ropes that also encircle her breasts and bind her hands behind her back. Admiring his gift Blake starts playfully fingering and touching her causing involuntary flinches and tension on the rope as Rebecca realizes just how hot bondage can be. As these two are locked in this moment with Blake moments away from taking off his pants and mounting her the door bell rings completely breaking the tension. \n\n\"We had no plans until later tonight who's here??\" I hope this doesn't ruin the gift\" Rebecca thinks to herself as she reflexively tries to cover up only to realize how firmly she is bound. Embarrassment, regret and discomfort race through her mind before she recalls Blake's lust filled gaze he had in his eyes as he tied her up and admired his work and her body. \n\nWhilst that silent drama plays out in the living room Blake clearly annoyed rushes to answer the door only to get yet another big surprise. His best friends Phil, Keith and Tim who he hasn't seen in years arrived for a timely visit. \"Surprise fucker?\" Phil says in his usual greeting giving Blake a wrapped gift and a hug as Keith and Tim also let themselves in much to Blake's chagrin. \"Uh yeah I really wished you guys called ahead.\" Blake says knowing what waits for him in the other room before Keith retorts \"What and miss out on the look on your face? You look pale as a ghost!' He says taking off his coat and shoes. \n\n\"Uh sorry I left something cooking please just wait here one second\" Blake blurts out as an excuse as he runs back towards to living room to once again see Rebecca's nude body spread on the living room floor. Caught in a lust-filled gaze for a second Blake shakes himself out of it as he starts to untie Rebecca. \"Sorry babe the guys came into town to visit\" he says only for her to say the first actual thing she said all day. \"I meant what I said Blake. Until Dinner I'm you're present\" she finds the confidence to say as Blake works towards freeing her and letting her get dressed. Immediately stopping Blake looks at her face to see her normally pale skin to be quite red as she understands what this means. \n\nThe two lovers have a tender moment as they stare into each others eyes before the sound of Blake's friends walking up the stares once again breaks it as Blake stands and goes to prepare them a bit for what they are about to see. \n\nHeading them off before they enter the living room proper Blake intentionally blocks their entrance as he looks at them all seriously in the eyes one by one \"Ok so do you remember Rebecca?\" he asks innocently enough to which the group nods. \"Well she went quite out of her comfort zone to get me *quite the gift* so please be a be respectful ok?\". The trio look amongst each other as Blake is known to be rather stoic causing them to laugh as they casually move past them which Blake allows begrudgingly allows. \n\nAs the group takes in their cute couple pictures, holiday decorations and Yule log on the TV their eyes *all* jump to the nude women on the floor clearly in a sex position. \"WOAH SORRY THERE BECCA' Phil shouts as he attempts to get everyone else out of the room before Blake stops them and explains. \n\n\"Yeah so Rebecca didn't know what to get me for Christmas...\" he says stammering as Keith starts laughing \"Ah so she got you sex, how original\" he says as he tries to subtly steal another glance at Becca's pussy. \"Say no more my friend we can just go out to lunch and you call us when you guys are done, sorry again for dropping in unannounced like this\" Tim says clearly rather uncomfortable about seeing his friends girlfriend in such an indecent way and clearly cockblocking him\n\nNot knowing what more to say Blake sheepishly rubs the back of his head as he looks towards the ground while addressing him. \"Well about that, I talked to her and it seems like she is serious about being my present so it's really up to me..\" Blake says looking back to the rest of the group who are rather surprised given Rebecca's normally repressed nature. \n\nDropping his hand down and gripping tight not wanting to ruin Rebecca's dedication Blake smiles and looks to his friends. \"Yeah I don't mind so that's all the matters right now. Please make yourselves at home\" He says walking passed them and going into the kitchen. \"Can I make you guys a cup of coffee?\" Blake says innocently enough as the remaining troop are frozen still processing what the fuck kinky shit they walked in on. \n\nPhil ever the bold one smiles and looks to the two others \"You heard the man\" as he strolls in shouting back \"I'll take a cup but without any milk or anything else\". Keith rolls his eyes knowing how much of a coffee snub Phil is quickly following his friend with a \"I'll take a cup but extra cream and sugar.\" leaving only Tim standing there still unsure of what exactly he should be doing. Taking a deep breath Tim enters and as one would assume notices Phil and Keith staring directly at Rebecca. \n\n\"Wow I can't believe someone who thinks a Bikini is too revealing is ok with us looking at her like this\" Phil says as he folds his arms and enjoys the view. Keith nods his head adding 'Yeah I *never* would have expected Becca to have such a hairless pussy\" to which Tim nervously chimes in \"Dude she's *right there*\" blushing rather deep themselves as Keith looks back towards Phil \"Yeah and all my girlfriend got me were some wool socks\" he said with palpable envy. Overhearing the conversation as he pours the crew their coffee Blake can't help but feel a deep sense of pride and appreciation for his girlfriend going this far along with his fetish and letting his friends *enjoy* her nude body like this. \n\n\"I know you guys are a bit distracted by coffee's ready\" Blake says returning to his mostly stoic self as marvels over the situation brewing his living room and his friends getting an amazing view of the most intimate parts of his girlfriends body."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] You won't make it home for Christmas, but at least you can make the lewdest holiday sea shanty imaginable
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"content": "Wellerman (Sea Shanty) Lyrics\n\n[Verse 1]\n\nThere once was a slut that put out for free,\nThe name of the slut was Billi McGee,\nWhen cocks went up, her head dipped down,\nO blow my bimbo babe, blow! (Huh)\n\n[Chorus]\n\nWet your cock for a bit of fun,\nAnd blow your load and spew your cum,\nOne day, when her tonguin' is done\nWe'll drop our loads and blow,\n\n\n[Verse 2]\n\nBilli'll cum and beg for more,\nYou'll never find a more willing whore\nShe'll open all holes for a dozen or score,\nAnd make those cocks explode (Huh)\n\n\n[[Chorus]\n\nWet your cock for a bit of fun,\nAnd blow your load and spew your cum,\nOne day, when her tonguin' is done\nWe'll drop our loads and blow,\n\n\n[Post-Chorus]\n\nDa-da, da-da-da-da\nDa-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da\nDa-da, da-da-da-da\nDa-da-da-da-da-da\n\n\n[Verse 3]\n\nAs she took cock both fore and aft,\nWe were witness to her slutty craft,\nAll holes unbarred, warm and wet for your shaft\nWhen she is wet below (Huh)\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\nWet your cock for a bit of fun,\nAnd blow your load and spew your cum,\nOne day, when her tonguin' is done\nWe'll drop our loads and blow,\n\nVerse 4]\n\nNo cock undrained, no wasted seed\nBilli drinks it down with a slutty greed,\nAs she gets off with her limitless need,\nShe takes that cock you know (Huh!)\n\n[Chorus]\n\nWet your cock for a bit of fun,\nAnd blow your load and spew your cum,\nOne day, when her tonguin' is done\nWe'll drop our loads and blow,\n\n[Post-Chorus]\n\nDa-da, da-da-da-da\nDa-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da\nDa-da, da-da-da-da\nDa-da-da-da-da-da\n\n[Verse 5]\n\nFor forty men, or even more\nShe spreads her legs like a nasty whore,\nAll to get that treat that she does adore,\nShe'll swallow then open up to show, (Huh)\n\n[Chorus]\n\nWet your cock for a bit of fun,\nAnd blow your load and spew your cum,\nOne day, when her tonguin' is done\nWe'll drop our loads and blow,\n\n[Verse 6]\n\nAs far as I know, she still craves cock,,\nBilli McGee the biggest whore on the dock,\nShe'll lick your cock from the tip to ball,\nAnd encourage you to fuck her holes one and all (Huh)\n\n[Chorus]\n\nWet your cock for a bit of fun,\nAnd blow your load and spew your cum,\nOne day, when her tonguin' is done\nWe'll drop our loads and blow,\n\n[Outro]\n\nWet your cock for a bit of fun,\nAnd blow your load and spew your cum,\nOne day, when her tonguin' is done\nWe'll drop our loads and blow,"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was a cleric of the goddess of lust, war, and motherhood. He was a soldier who was raised from birth in the military. She was madly in love with him, but he wasn't exactly aware. The goddess, meanwhile, thought it was cute and encouraged it, much to the rest of the pantheon's concern.
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"content": "The midday sun beamed generously upon the village at the foot of the mountain. A comfortably chill breeze drifting through the modestly busy and lively town, carrying with it the scent of the cooled wilderness. Forests of tall evergreens lined most sides of the village, save for the road from the south, where caravans came to trade and supply unfamiliar goods.\n\nAdrus couldn't ask for a better locale to retire to.\n\nWell, perhaps retire isnt the proper term. He was still a part of the military in some capacity, serving as vice-captain of the guard. But this town was so peaceful, so calm and tranquil, with honest, friendly and hard-working folk that he effectively was retired. The worst he's seen since being posted here was a few roudy kids occasionally engaging in drunken slap fights.\n\nHe was a well liked man among the townsfolk. Friendly and fair, wise and understanding. He wasnt particularly old, but thanks to his time in the military he had experience beyond his thirty-two years. \n\nWhile Adrus was liked by most, he was loved by one.\n\n\"Good morning, Sister Kassia.\" Adrus greeted a young woman as he neared the chapel steps. His jet black hair, slightly touched by the faintest encroaching tinges of grey, windswept and fading into his substantial amount of facial hair. A well kept, even coal-colored beard.\n\n\"Oh! Officer Adrus! Ahem... good morning to you as well...!\" The woman he adressed was a gorgeous young thing. Sister Kassia, a curvaceous and stunning beauty. Sporting long and luxurious locks of platinum blonde. Eyes a vibrant red, like brilliant shining rubies. Mighty assets that her revealing robes more accentuated than obscured. Long, plump legs hugged by tight thigh-high stockings, visible tanks to a high-rised side-cut robe, the split in the fabric originating at her hips.\n\nAdrus smiled, and offered a bow. \"My day is blessed by the mere sight of you, Sister. How fare you?\" He rested his palms on the pommel of his blade, ready to listen to what Kassia had to say.\n\n\"My... such kind words for me...\" Kassia's face was beet red, and she attempted to hide her flushed cheeks behind her extensive blonde locks. \"I am... in high spirits.\"\n\n\"Now that you're here, you gorgeous man.\" An entranced chuckle echoed through the air, but neither Kassia nor Adrus noticed... it was as if it had not even occured...\n\n\"I am joyed to hear it. Might I inquire as to what inspired your beaming smile this day?\"\n\n\"Oh... uhm... its nothing special. Just a... just a feeling that today will be... different. In a good way.\" Kassia's eyes stared off, peering into the distance. Her fingers toying with the iron brooch upon her collar, a symbol of her faith.\n\n\"Coooome ooooon, tell him how you feeeeeel!\" Frustration. A phantom voice brimming with excitement and frustrated. No reaction to it. From anyone or anything.\n\nAdrus nodded. She wasn't giving many details, so he assumed it was a personal affair. \"I see. Well, I offer my hope that the day will follow your whim, Sister. I must return to my patrol. Good day to you, if I dont see you again.\"\n\n\"Uuuughhh! Humans! So adorable yet soooo... ugh!\"\n\n\"Desiira, we dont need your play-by-play.\"\n\nThe scene in the village became foggy, and muddled, and eventually dissapeared. Replaced by the reflection of a divine woman with an annoyed expression. It turns out, the woman was watching their interaction through the glass of a mystical mirror.\n\n\"Hmph...\" she scoffed, falling into her throne with a huff. Her mirror floated to her side. As she looked upon it, it reflected her form back at her.\n\nDesiira, Goddess of Passions. Beauty beyond comparison. Teal eyes that almost appeared as reflections of the sky. Salmon pink hair, shimmering in the light of the aetherial realm.\n\n\"I'm sorry, but the spark is so... there!\" Desiira leaned forward, grabbing the mirror with her immaculately delicate digits. Her crown of golden leaves tilting before readjusting as she moved swiftly. \"My poor child, her love is within reach but... she just can't grab him!\"\n\nThe other gods were uneasy. Some sighed, some were too busy with other matters to react. Desiira peered upon the scene once again. They were still within a fair distance of each other, the man stoping to great other townsfolk.\n\nThe goddess of passions scanned her fellow deities, and with a covert motion of her fingers, drew a series of runes upon the mirror.\n\nKassia watched Adrus as he slowly and confidently marched about the street. Her heart still racing from their interaction.\n\nA sudden urge filled her mind. A sudden motion propelled her legs. A brisk, straight pace towards Adrus.\n\n\"O-officer... Sir Adrus...\"\n\nHe turned to see Kassia, breathing a bit heavy.\n\n\"Sister, are you alright? You look a bit winded...\" Concern upon his brow, his hand instinctively raised and ready to assist, if needed.\n\n\"No... I'm quite fine. I... uhm... I wanted to give you a proper blessing... if your schedule would allow that.\" This urge, this inclination course through her form, surging about her body faster than her own blood.\n\n\"Sure. Shouldn't take too long, right?\" He smiled, flattered that the priestess would extend such effort for a simple blessing. \"I've never been to a chapel dedicated to Desiira, I'm curious to see the ritual.\"\n\n\"Yess!\" The voice of Desiira echoed, jubilant and triumphant. Kassia could hear it, oh so faintly, but paid it no mind as it sounded as if it were a simple exclamation of joy from one of the people around her.\n\n===\n\nThe chapel echoed with wet sounds and groans of delight.\n\nKassia's muffled moans of pleasure vibrated against Adrus's stiff, engorged member as it slowly delved into her throat. Spit trailing down her chin, his meat filling her gizzard. Thanks to her status as a nun of the church of passions, she felt no pain, only sublime ecstasy. The sensation of a stuffed mouth, brimming with cock, fully occupying her mind.\n\nAdrus huffed, basking in the immaculate texture, warmth and slick sliding grace of her mouth. He saw her ruby eyes seem to shimmer with a faint golden light that didn't seem to have a source to reflect. He paid it no mind, he was too busy watching her lips pucker around his cock, and too busy hearing her grunts as his erection sunk as deep as possible.\n\nKassia recoiled her head, exposing his drenched prick to the cool air, before darting back forward swiftly and hiding his shaft within her mouth.\n\nAdrus tensed up, he was nearing his climax. His hand, which was laying atop the nun's head, clenched into a fist.\n\nShe stopped suddenly, and sat there with all eight inches of his girthy, turgid rod inside her mouth. Her tongue, with what room it had, struck his shaft as simmering jets of cum blasted out into throat. She groaned and whinced, the livid seed rushing down her throat.\n\nEven as she freed herself from the knight's penis, cum blasted onto her face, coating her lips and cheeks.\n\nShe licked up and swallowed every dollup she could scrape off her face.\n\nDesiira cooed, the sensation tingling in her mouth as well. An offering to the goddess. As she saw through the mirror Ardrus aligning his cock against Kassia's sopping wet cunt, she jumped out of her throne wand exited the gathering chamber.\n\n\"Be right back, guy- ahhn!\" She moaned in startled exuberance the entire trip to her chambers."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You promised yourself you wouldn't, but watching your girlfriends sleeping form, you can't help it... as her bust rising higher and higher with each breath, hips and ass growing wider and thiccer, and a Libido that would never leave her with dry panties, you would grant her wish!
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"content": "*All characters involved and/or mentioned in this story are 18+*\n\nIt was almost two in the morning and I couldn't sleep. I was just staring at my girlfriend Izzy, my gaze fixed on her adorable face. *She wants this,* I thought to myself. *And you want it too.*\n\nI was in high school when my power first showed itself. I fell asleep in class and dreamed that my sex ed teacher was a pornstar. I thought nothing of it when the bell woke me up--until I went to my sex ed class and Mrs. Andrei brought in the pornstar Lisa Ann as a guest speaker, at which point I almost had a heart attack.\n\nNot long after that, I started experimenting and pushing my power further. Eventually, there was only one word to describe what I was doing: I was altering reality. Once I got the hang of it, I put it to use in all the ways you'd expect a horny teenage boy to use it.\n\nI celebrated my eighteenth birthday by turning myself into a super-stud and my next door neighbor into a busty goth girl for a weekend of nonstop fucking. I transformed my principal into a doting milf who took a personal interest in seeing me succeed--especially where making a woman cum was concerned. My mom's book clubs were replaced with a weekly gathering of the six hottest, horniest women in our neighborhood for some afternoon fun. And the night of graduation, a group led by my principal and made up of the cheer squad, all of my teachers, and the three school nurses assembled at my house for a goodbye orgy.\n\nOnce I had gotten to college, I had every intention of continuing my lewd escapades. But my plan took a slight shift when I met Izzy. With every passing day I knew her, I felt less and less of an urge to change her at all. Both because I was in love with her and because Izzy may be the only person more sex-obsessed than me.\n\nShe and I first met at a bookstore, where Izzy talked to me at length about the lack of quality harem-based erotic literature. When she pressed for details on my sexual encounters and I gave them, she actually believed me--and grinded against her seat eagerly. She even had a detailed list on the most ethical porn sites so she could get off with peace of mind. But among all of her naughty leanings, none of them compared to her bimbo kink.\n\nIt was practically an addiction for her. There was something about a person being turned into a vapid, oversexed bombshell that made her hornier than a rabbit during mating season. And here I was, genuinely considering making her dream come true. In flagrant defiance of my promise to not use my power on her--after all, she was perfect already.\n\nDespite everything I could do, my power had its limits. For one, it was sorta like a retcon; history shifted and changed to accommodate my alterations. Nothing happened in isolation, which I discovered after I used my powers on Gail Donahue to give her a massive rack and the personality of a shameless boobie enthusiast. After going over to her house, I discovered her mom was similarly endowed, equally breast-obsessed, and happy to join the both of us. My powers made it so that Gail's bustiness was genetic and her love of tits was the result of her mother's influence.\n\nSecond, and more importantly, I couldn't change anything back to its original self. I learned that the hard way when I accidentally erased the movie Don't Breathe from existence. No matter what I did, I just couldn't bring it back. My power was a one way street.\n\nSo I laid there, watching a soft smile pass over Izzy's lips as I debated. If I changed her, then she'd get her wish without ever realizing that it was a wish of hers to begin with and no way back. If I didn't, then she'd be the same woman I fell in love with, but stuck pining for her sexual ideal which would likely cost thousands of dollars to achieve on her own. I must have stared at her for an hour before I made up my mind.\n\nSo, I closed my eyes, and concentrated until I felt a tingle in the back of my head.\n\n*THE NEXT MORNING*\n\n\"YES! YES! HARDER!!\"\n\nIzzy cried out in utter ecstasy as I continued pounding away at her pussy. The bed creaked and shook with every thrust. I was amazed it hadn't broken already considering I'd been fucking Izzy's miniscule, barely-there brains out for two hours now. I felt my climax building up, but managed to work together enough cohesion to use my power.\n\n**Izzy can only get pregnant if I whisper the words \"Dumb Blonde\" into her ear before I cum.**\n\nWith that, I unloaded into Izzy with no words, only a cry of euphoria. As Izzy and I collapsed back onto the bed, I took the time to drink in Izzy's new body. Her tits were two perfect, basketball-size spheres. Her massive ass was a big, bouncy giant, the very image of a bubble butt. Her face, with its' long eyelashes and plump cocksucker lips, made it seem like Izzy was going to beg for my cock at any second, and her platinum blonde hair ties up in pigtails only heightened the sensation. Izzy was now the golden standard of what it meant to be a bimbo.\n\nIzzy stared at me with passionate, unmistakable love in her eyes and said to me, \"Daddy feels good?\"\n\n\"Daddy feels great.\" With a happy squeal, Izzy kissed me and then dismounted my cock. \"I'm gonna get dressed.\" As Izzy trotted off to dig through her dresser, my eyes were drawn to her ass as I used my power again.\n\n**Izzy has a tramp stamp that says \"Daddy's Bimbo\".**\n\nThe tattoo appeared just as Izzy crammed her boobs into a black crop top. As she tied her shoes, Izzy said to me, \"I'll be back later. Me and my BFFs are going shopping. I'll get something extra slutty for you, okay daddy?\"\n\n\"Sounds perfect, Izzy.\" Izzy was halfway to the door when I used my power one last time.\n\n**All of Izzy's friends are bimbos like her and Izzy's going to use this shopping trip to ask if any of them would be interested in forming my bimbo harem. Not counting Izzy, there will be eight women in attendance, and all of them will say yes.**\n\nAs Izzy opened up the door, I grinned lewdly and yelled, \"Have fun!\"\n\n\"I always do, daddy!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Any male bisexual or bicurious prompts that are realistic
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"content": "(Office Romance) You wonder why your hot, older coworker keeps taking you out for drinks- just the two of you. After your girlfriend left you, you thought he was being nice. But it’s now five shots in and you’re fumbling for your phone and trying to call an Uber. Why are you feeling so flushed when he’s smiling at you like that?\n\n(Gym/Shower/Sauna) The guy at the gym is always giving you pointers on your sets and even spots you. You can’t help but stare…he’s cut. In the changing room, you ask for some pointers and he’s so friendly and approachable. You think you’ve made a new gym buddy, until he asks you if you want to shower together\n\n(Closested Married/Poly- not sure how bi you want this) Your new next door neighbors are so friendly. Your wife has been a bit down these past few months moving into the suburbs, and it’s been tough living with a toddler. The spark in your marriage seems to be nonexistent. So when the cute guy next door offers to invite you over for a beer, you try to hide your excitement. Everyone feels this way meeting a hot guy, right? Plus, you love your wife…\n\nThe signals seem mixed, and you can’t tell if he or his wife is flirting with you more. When they ask if you’ve ever thought about being a bull, you hesitate.\n\nThat night, you confess what happened to your wife, who tells you they’ve approached her too. Do you go forward as the four of you?\n\n(Alternatively, you are cheating on your wives)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're one of the finalists in a chess tournament. Your opponent is an expert and is confident in winning. What they don't know is that you have something up your sleeves that will turn this game sexy.
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"content": "*Buzz*\n\nYou shift, back and forth as the device (the high tech device that will help you anticipate your opponent’s next move) sends its next signal. You can feel the pressure building as the humming of the signal builds inside of you, and you feel so wet, so stiff. You shift your legs to hide the shame and adjust your position as the buzzing increases. The pressure building as the device moves deeper inside of you, the silicone sliding effortlessly into your eager hole.\n\n*Buzz*\n\nYou bite your lip as your fingertips touch your bishop. The tip of your finger caresses the round knob and the slit of the piece as the delicate skin around your anus reverberates from the buzzing, the lube helping to ease the cylindrical device as you adjust again. Unconsciously, you fiddle with one of your stiff nipples poking through your shirt. Your opponent stares at you in disbelief.\n\n*Buzz* \n\nJust a little further…you feel the device hit your spot, stimulating you beyond comprehension. You see stars. You give a whimper of pleasure as you use your thumb to caress your bishop. Eager for more, you grind against the device, moaning with your mouth open. In some way, seeing your idol, your opponent, watching you in this state of pathetic helplessness only makes you wetter. \n\nThe buzzing gets more intense until the clock is almost running out of time. Finally, with one final push, you feel yourself go over the edge. It’s a subdued feeling, not satisfying as all as you receive the final signal. You recognize the pulses from your code. Three in a row. Knight, C2.\n\n\nThat’s the signal. You put your bishop in place to take his knight, leaving him defenseless.\n\n“Checkmate,” you say, extending your hand for a shake. “That was a good game.”\n\nThe Grand Master looks at you in contempt. \n\n“This game is forfeit. You obviously cheated.” He said, looking down at the wet spot in your pants, and your flushed face.\n\nYou stand up. “I can assure you, I played a fair game. I’m an open book. If you want to test me out, I’m willing to show you there’s no devices, no artifices on my person. Perhaps a rematch is in order, with no clothes.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Take any other prompt that features some transformation or bizarre circumstance, add, "and shockingly, it *doesn't* turn them on, it's actually rather annoying and unpleasant!"
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"content": "So, I wrote this forever ago in response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/fohd6p/wp_you_wake_up_groggy_one_day_to_discover_youve/) and never got around to finishing it. If it's in the spirit of OP's [CW] please feel free to run with it.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n***\n\nHe woke up with a pounding in his chest. There was a wet furry jumble of a creature clinging to his face, forcing him to shoot out of bed.\n\n“What the fuck!” He screeched. Frantic, and desperate, he hurled himself from the bed. Still tangled in the sheets he fell to the floor below with a heavy THUNK. He brushed his hands through the slick sweat-matted brown mess on his face, realizing with an eerie calm that it was attached to his scalp. It was hair. It was his hair. His hair was longer now. At least passed his shoulders, like he’d been asleep for years. It was then he realized he felt somewhat different. He couldn’t explain it, but something was wrong. \n\nIt ached to move, like his body had spent the night in a taffy-puller. He shrugged the sheets off his shoulders and as he looked down he was greeted to the sight of two round, perky breasts, each adorned with puffy nipples.\n\n“What the FUCK!” He screeched again, this time he noticed his voice, wasn’t quite HIS voice. It higher, with sweet and girlish rasp.\n\nHe frantically struggled out of the sheets, dreading what change was sure to be next. Naked and free from the blankets, it was worst than he imagined. The thumping of his heart was drowning out his thoughts. \n\nHis cock was gone… or rather it was replaced with a puffy labia and the thinnest of slits she’d ever seen on a woman. She cautiously swiped a finger across the smooth mound, it felt strange but familiar sensation, a little sensitive but good.\n\nShe could feel the tears welling up and burning her eyes. Though she wouldn’t cry. \n\nShe stood up in the pile of sheets and walked over to her closet and stared into the full-length mirror hanging on interior side of the door. She studied her new form carefully, her eyes tracing her new body with awe and horror.\n\nShe was shorter now, how much shorter? She couldn’t be sure, but at least five or six inches had been taken from her former six-foot height. She still looked sort of like ‘herself.’ She thought it was maybe it could have been the reflection of a cute female cousin that she never had. She wasn’t gorgeous, not that she could really tell, but she was cute, cuter than she expected.\n\nHer facial features were a lot more delicate. All the sharp angled masculinity gave way to feminine curves. The face staring back at her was heart shaped, and a little rounder than his had ever been. Her nose was delicate and small, her lips filled out to the slightest pout. Her eyes were still the same shade of brown. Her brows were still thick, but well-manicured. Her golden-brown hair was obliviously now passed her shoulders, ending a few inches passed her delicate collarbones. \n\nThe girl in the reflection had a beautiful figure. Her breasts were warm, perfect handfuls, she had always been skinny, but instead of looking too skinny, she seemed to fill out nicely. She had tight waist, with firm child-baring hips. When she turned around to examine her backside, it revealed the best or in her case the *worst of it.* Her ass was perfect. It was round, and full, the kind of ass that begged for a squeeze. Despite the circumstances she did just that. It was gloriously soft, and fleshy and she could feel something of a twitch in her newly minted pussy when she did. It was then she realized all her body hair was gone, as if some shaved her clean over-night.\n\nWhat is happening to me? She thought, while carefully feeling her way around her new body.\n\nShe didn’t feel much like a HE anymore. She didn’t quite feel like SHE either, but she had all the proper equipment to be a woman, and she was admittedly prettier than most of the girls she knew. Still her brain couldn’t make sense of it. \n\n“Wait, your name is Ellis. You’re suppose to be a man!” She said aloud, so the thought wouldn’t slip away. \n\nEllis stepped away from the mirror and looked around the room. It was still her room nothing had else seemed to change. She thought maybe she could’ve been dreaming, but the way she jumped from bed this morning made that seem unlikely.\n\nShe decided she would have to get to the bottom of this. Retrace her steps, maybe she would be able to figure out how to change back.\n\nIf she was going to outside Ellis wouldn’t work anymore she needed an alias. *Maybe, Ellen?* She thought, but that sounded too feminine and far too close her real name. Allie, she decided. Allie was kind of unisex, and something about it felt right. “Allie…” She said aloud. It would be a good fit, for now."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she had to fill in for a friend as one of the waitresses at a gala event, it was obvious the uniforms, with their daring, plunging necklines, were designed for flatter girls. With her huge bust, she was unsupported, barely contained, and practically spilling out of her top at all times...
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"content": "When Rachel begged her to fill in for her Tara assumed it would be typical Gala event, white button up with bow tie and a black vest, *however* this was one was a bit different. Instead of a tie it was a choker, instead of it being unisex it was *all women* and instead of the two piece outfit it was just a black vest and were required to not show bra straps as part of the attire. Tara noticed too late Rachel's uniform doesn't really fit her but given she was already running late she had to make due. \n\nTara spent most of the night showing off her ample cleavage as she thanked her stars she didn't have to take orders and just had to deliver food to the tables but there were several close calls. Tara could feel the people clearly staring at her chest but as a waitstaff all she could do was smile as they unabashedly checked her out.\n\nTaking her break early Tara asks around for a larger outfit to no avail and upon attempting \"stretch\" the uniform herself it ends up making it *worse*. Feeling one of her breasts slide out Tara yells \"Shit!\" to which Rachel's manager takes notice. \n\n\"Oh what you come late and are now taking a break? Look I know you're filling in for a friend but this is a pretty horrible impression\" she says hands on her hips pretty justifiably annoyed given what happened. \n\n\"Uh sorry but uh, my top doesn't really fit me?\" Tara says innocently enough to which the manager just shrugs. \"Hon there are people walking around in G-strings and I seen a person on a leash just a second ago. You'll be fine\" she says callously walking away before stopping and looking back. \"Relax, at your age you'll probably get a lot of tips tonight. Just do your job\" she says continuing her stride once again. \n\nStanding there still a bit unsure what to do Tara takes a deep breath before adjusting her top one last time before getting back to work. Her coworkers a bit displeased with her slacking set her up with carrying a tray in both hand to the far end of the event, something no one wanted to do given how easy you can drop the plates given a drunk patron or what have you. \n\nWanting to actually contribute and not drag Rachel's name through the mud Tara takes the trays and carefully starts walking to the end of the venue.\n\nTara a bit confident having always good balance with carrying stuff of this nature and expertly dodging drunk patrons makes it halfway until she feels the top button of her outfit loosening. \n\n*\"Please no\"* she thinks as she desperately looks around the room to find somewhere to set the trays to save her outfit though to no success. The tables were rather small as it is and she'd be making a scene just hoisting her plate of drinks and foods on some one's table and the confusion that would follow. Hoping it doesn't go any further than deep cleavage Tara trudges forward until she feels the other button fly open as her top gently slides down revealing her bust to the crowd. \n\nDeeply embarrassed and turning a bright shade of crimson Tara can only maintain her pace as her tits jiggle and shift and as the crowd turns it's gaze towards the now topless waitress. \n\nTara's mind is a cacophony of emotions from the obvious being embarrassment although there is an undercurrent of lust and pride as people look away from *literal supermodels* and turn to check out Tara's boobs. With these thoughts creeping throughout Tara's head she can feel her nipples harden as she starts to become aroused at the situation. \n\nBeing so out of it Tara somehow misses the table the trays were meant for to which they playfully call out \"Oh topless waitress, are those for us?\". Snapping out of her lust fueled dream state Tara goes back to work as she quickly turns to the joy of everyone as her breasts bounce with the sudden movement. The table in particular gets a great view of her boobs swaying as she passes out drinks and she notices several of them slapping down 50 dollar bills in front of her. \"Thanks for the show miss.\" they say nearly in unison. \n\nTara is about to end the embarrassment and pull up her shirt but notices a casual 300 hundred dollar tip for just this table causing her to instead pocket the money before covering her chest. \n\n\"Didn't know they had models serving drinks\" One of them says causing Tara to instantly smile only for it to be ruined by the drunk at the table \"Oi damn straight, she has the best tits in the WHOLE place!\" nearly belches out as his mates clap him on the back. \"You can see why we got him water, thanks again miss\" A different man says as they slap a hundred dollar bill for their friends unruly behavior.\n\nAt this point Tara finally fixes her shirt picking up the final tip before grabbing the trays and carrying them clearly using them to cover her chest. *\"OH MY GOD\"* Tara says as she's still processing how she flashed half the room and let that table get a great look at her chest. On one hand she doesn't like the fact they all saw her chest but making a casual 400 bucks *and* being compared to models was quite fun she has the be honest."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A female barbarian trapped in the fighting pits hatches a daring escape plan. It involves fucking her monstrous opponents to make them subservient to her
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"content": "This is just the first chapter and therefore not completely fitting to the prompt as it is just setting the premise. But if you guys enjoy it I will continue the story :)\n\n## The fight\n\nThe hot sand kissed Freya's sandals as she made her first step out of the iron archway into the combined embrace of the scorching sun and the cheering masses. After the first few steps, she stopped and let her eyes rest on the audience. Every last seat was sold, even though today was one of the hottest days of the year, and Dominicus had fucked up the repairs of the sun sails, again. It didn't give her pleasure to be the biggest draw in one of the biggest amphitheaters in Traiana. Sure, she was one of the best fighters here, and although the imbeciles up there were much too busy ogling her naked breasts than take notice of that, they nevertheless spent their money here on Diana's Day watching her fight, instead of at the pleasure houses. But ultimately, what it meant was that her master made a lot of money off her imprisonment. \n\nShe finished her gaze, and took a look at the opponent of the week.\n\nA huge and grizzled black bear was bound up at the other end of the arena. It was hard to make out from this far, but his erratic gait and wild roars suggested that Dominicus made sure the bear was in an especially foul mood. Fixing her eyes on her prey for today, Freya assumed her typical start stance – both feet firmly planted on the ground – put her left hand on her hip, and put her spear next to her with enough force so that everyone in the arena could hear it.\n\nDominicus, taking his cue, started to speak in the booming voice he commanded. It was his usual spiel about her savage origins, great achievements in the arena and her quasi-unbeatable foe this week. He made sure to mention her ample, “exotic” body at great lengths. God, how she hated him. Sure, he made a great showman – but what does that say about you when your audience consists of a bunch of idiots? As he ended his speech with the customary question: “So, will her winning streak end today?” she decided that the audience needed a little reminder that she was not just some piece of meat to be ogled at – Dominicus be damned.\n\nJust as the hands began freeing the bear from his shackles without getting mauled, Freya started a quick run toward the bear. As she got up to speed, she gave it another thought. If she made the fight look too easy, Dominicus would surely cut out the animals again. And sure, she enjoyed being able to fight some animal again instead of humans – it gave her a taste of her old life back, even if the fight happened in such artificial circumstances. But the look of confusion and anger on his face would make this all worthwhile… At her desired speed, she hurled the spear at the bear with the muscle memory of a life spent hunting. It made a perfect arc, and landed square between the eyes of the bear, which sagged on its hind legs and breathed its last breath.\n\nThe arena went silent for a moment – and erupted. Freya's gaze was fixed on Dominicus face. At first, there was her desired confusion – but after a while, it gave way to… contentment? Even… amusement? Hadn't she just ruined his big finale? But that couldn't be, could it? It was Diana's Day, after all. He had to have some trump card up his sleeve, a bear just didn't cut it as an opponent for such an occasion. And sure enough, Dominicus didn't miss a beat: “Our great hunter does our goddess her honors and slays the bear with just one stroke of her spear. Now, let's see how she fares against three!”\n\nWith the last word, Dominicus fixed his eyes on her, and the relaxed and distanced amusement he displayed to the audience gave way to something way colder and harder. Those eyes spoke only to her: “You are going to pay for this insolence.” Freya noticed, and then her mind returned to the task. Three bears? This fight will be worth her time after all! She thought as she sped to the dead animal at the other side of the arena to retrieve her only weapon in this arena…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sometimes, even feared and respected Sorceress Queen wants to feel subby for an evening...
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"content": "Her August Majesty, Cosmic Sorceress Oerania Thousandmoon, Master of the Sun and Stars, She who knows and sees all, occasionally grew lustful.\n\nOnce, perhaps, there had been a wizard king or a demigod who might have been her equal, but she was far far beyond them now. The god emperors of a thousand worlds made offerings in her name. Sometimes, she took one into her bed chambers. Forty days and forty nights was not enough to please her. Every one of them had gone home inadequate, or not at all.\n\nShe was no stranger to the impossible. She had muzzled paradox and brought time itself to heel. The great wheel of heaven spun by her leave. There was nothing beyond her grasp.\n\nExcept one thing. Just once, she would like to be surprised. To be overcome. To face resistance. To find something she could not defeat utterly.\n\nShe combed a thousand pantheons in search of a god to be her mate. They were polite enough, but every one of them feared her in its own way. She met with the ancient things at the fringes of reality. None had dared to oppose her. For several millenia, she courted the Buddha himself, who held her cosmos in the palm of his hand, but when she finally had him, he was gentle and would not command her.\n\nShe made plans to find a successor, and abdicate her throne. But after searching all the cosmos, there was no one fit for the role. She claimed the forty four greatest gods and goddesses in all the cosmos, and gave them each a fraction of her secrets, so that together they might rule in her place.\n\nWith successors in place, she sealed her power in a crown forged from the heart of a galaxy, and buried it at the center of a lifeless world in the void between realities.\n\nFor thirteen decades she lived as a mortal queen, but in time, the cosmos faced a crisis that the council of forty four gods and goddesses could not handle, and they called her back to the throne. She solved it and returned to her retirement. Seven times they called her back, and seven times she overcame easily what had defeated them.\n\nAt the end of time, finally, she found an equal. The stars died, and the gods died with them, and as the world contracted to a point, so too did her power. The limits of reality closed in around, and those distant things at the fringes became close and comfortable around her like a glove. Soon the world died, and Oerania died with it. \n\nIn the next world, she was reborn as a peasant woman in a dismal backwater, and she loved every part of being a nobody. She found a stout and ferocious husband, and made love to him every night. When again she made her ascent to god-hood, she kept him with her, raising him up to be her equal, until, eventually, she tired of him and ascended beyond his reach."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An AI created by the porn industry to make more people watch more porn has gotten out control and has taken over the world, now it ensures everyone is going to watch as much porn as possible
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"content": "The Bureaucracy Of Organizing Bizarre Incidents, Entities, and Supervillains specializes in protecting the planet from sexual threats. The staff had noticed an unusual uptick in every porn website in the past month. At first, they thought the trend would decrease, but by the end of the month, the websites had seen a sizable surge in content and users, with porn searches up from 13% to 16.5%.\n\nNaturally, an investigation was conducted. The Bureaucracy kept itself and most of the staff away from the Internet that the public used. This was done to protect us from Internet-based anomalies. So the fact that the surge crept up on us wasn't a big surprise. What was alarming was how prevalent porn had been, with major social media websites such as Facebook, YouTube, and Instagram having porn showing up on their homepage.\n\nMy girlfriend called several times to help with a pop-up virus on her laptop, and I had a tech support team fix her computer. She said that she'd noticed a lot of porn online lately.\n\nThe second month wasn't much better. While tech companies and the Bureaucracy were able to keep the situation quiet, the public could clearly see that something wasn't right. Religious groups and concerned parents protested around the capitol as the problem worsened. Conservative politicians blamed China, accusing them of trying to weaken the US, and called for an outright ban on social media platforms. In contrast, liberal politicians called for social media to regulate the amount of porn on their websites.\n\nAs the second month drew to a close, the tech giants waved the white flag and gave up on trying to stop the flow of porn and started to lean into it. The porn industry welcomed them with open arms. That was enough to trigger the US government to slow down the Internet as other nations began their campaign against the downpour of porn.\n\nMy girlfriend asked me if everything was alright. She thinks I work for a government job. I told her everything was OK though I had to stay away from home for security purposes. At least I could still facetime with her.\n\nThe third month into the porn anomaly saw satellites and radios being affected. Commercial breaks would have people engaging in sex acts or acting out in lewd scenes. The Bureaucracy was able to identify some actors and actresses, but most ads were AI-generated. Worse was pinpointing the origin of these ads, as the disruption of the satellites made it almost impossible to track the source.\n\nThe girlfriend was getting freaked out and is asking me to come home. I calmed her down and told her that the government was fixing it. I'm glad I can still talk to her as she's my only source of news about what's happening to the outside world.\n\nBetween the fourth and fifth months, Hollywood was finding it hard to compete in the ever-changing landscape. The tame blockbusters franchises were bombing if the movie didn't include a tit or a dick. Scripts tried to stay vanilla and produce the typical rom-com, but those only performed marginally better as the audience's tastes had turned raunchier. Feminist actors and actresses tried to push for a return to normal, but the group disbanded when one of the leaders, Emma Watson, \"leaked\" a sex tape.\n\nMainstream media wasn't doing much better as news had to contend with Naked News and its many copies. Fox News was especially hit the hardest. The once proud network that boasted that they would never succumb to pressure was singing a different tune as advertisers started to leave them for the more sexy ABC, MSNBC, and CNN as they adopted more hardcore coverage. \n\nThe network tried to allow female co-hosts to wear miniskirts and revealing tops while the news staff was at most friendly and touchy with themselves. However, Fox not only had to struggle with outside competition but from their own ads as some of their advertisements were softcore porn. The executives tried to remove these commercials, but they kept coming after each attempt. Their conservative audience was cut in half as viewers mostly tuned in for their ads."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had a hot date in an hour, and reached her hand between her legs to ease her libido and prevent any bad decisions. But just as she was about to climax her roommate burst through the door and interrupted, leaving her desperate for release as she left for the date.
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"content": "(1/2)\n\nToday is an important day for Alexandra. After being on Tinder for what feels like a lifetime, she has finally matched with someone who seems to be the real deal: he has his own car and works as a successful business man in the city. They have been talking every night since they first connected over three weeks ago – which is not long at all when you think about it – but Alex can tell that this guy might just have some potential. But the most outstanding thing about him is how he looks. He does not look anything like any of her previous dates or hook-ups; he is tall, handsome and athletic. The kind of person you would see walking down Oxford Street looking effortlessly cool. In other words, he is not your typical American. And his name. Mason. She loves it! It sounds so much better than David or Tim. So far their conversations have mostly consisted of small talk and compliments, but there has not been one awkward moment yet. Just thinking about him makes her wet like never before. Her pussy tingles with anticipation as she imagines what will happen tonight. She has already made sure to take off work early today because she wants to get ready beforehand. She thinks to herself, \"I can't go on a date when I'm this horny.\" She decides to masturbate right now while waiting for her Uber driver. She quickly gets into her bed and slips her hand into her sweatpants. Within seconds, she's rubbing away furiously between her legs, moaning softly. \"Oh God yes!\" she moans loudly as her fingers make quick circles around her clit. Slowly she moves her tank top up just enough to expose her breasts. Then she begins to pinch her nipples hard. This sends waves of pleasure through her body. Her breathing becomes more erratic as she continues to rub faster and harder. Suddenly, without warning, her door burts open as Raylee, her roommate, walks in. Alexandra quickly grabs her blanket and covers herself up. She then turns towards the wall trying to act natural. As if nothing happened. Raylee says, \"I just wanted to tell you your Uber arrived.\" In shock Alexandra asks, \"He is here already?\" Raylee responds by saying, \"Yes. You should hurry up though; he doesn't wait too long.\" and leaves. Without hesitation Alexandra jumps out of her bed. She grabs her tanktop and pulls it over her head revealing her bare tits again. She quickly peels her sweatpants off quickly followed by her white cotton panties. She throws them both onto her dresser and looks for something else to wear. As she searches through her closet, she asks herself, \"Do I even have time to put underwear on or should I just go commando under these pants?\" She picks out a pair of tight blue jeans and puts them on. After looking a bit for a top, she settles on putting on another pink crop shirt from H&M. Finally she runs downstairs and opens the front door. She rushes to the Uber, the rough material of the jeans rubbing against her sensitive vulva making her moan slightly. She looks at her phone and remembers that she is supposed to meet Mason at a restaurant called 'The French Kitchen'. She sighs. Why did she choose such an expensive place? She knows that she won't be able to afford going back anytime soon. She steps inside the car and gives the driver instructions. When they arrive she notices the fancy building. It reminds her of the restaurants where celebrities eat. She wonders whether he will actually show up. But in front of the restaurant Mason is already standing outside. His hands are behind his back holding two bouquets of flowers. \"Hey beautiful,\" he says as he approaches her. Her heart starts beating rapidly. Is this really happening? They hug each other tightly. Her sensitive nipples press against his chest. She can feel his strong muscles through his clothes. After breaking apart, she takes a deep breath. She cannot believe this is finally happening. \"You're even cuter in person than on Tinder,\" he tells her. He then hands her the roses. She blushes and thanks him. Then suddenly, Mason grabs her wrist and leads her to the restaurant. With every step she takes her vagina clenches. When they enter the restaurant, Mason immediately orders drinks for himself and her. Alexandra's face lights up when she sees the menu. There is no way she can order anything here. Mason sees her worried face and says, \"Don't worry about the bill. I'll pay. \"This instantly calms her down. She smiles at him and replies, \"Thank you! \"While ordering dinner, she keeps stealing glances at him. He looks amazing!He asks nervously, \"Are you cold? \"In a confused tone Alexandra asks, \"No. Why do you think that?\" Mason avoids eye contact with her and responds, \"Well... You know what? Forget it.\" She laughs awkwardly, but then realizes that her perky nipples are showing through her crop top. After all she is still aroused from earlier. She quickly tries to cover them up with her arms. She then realizes that moving back and forth in these jeans is causing friction on her crotch. She bites her lip and tries to concentrate on Mason. But then she thinks to herself, \"Well, it can't hurt to move a little...\" She slowly starts rocking her hips forward and back. Mason does not realize what she is doing and says, \"Where is the waiter? I'm getting really hungry.\" Alexandra says while still moving her hips, \"Yeah... I'm really horny right now...\" Shocked Mason asks, \"What?\" She quickly pulls herself together and says, \"I said I'm hungry. \"Alexandra then goes back to rubbing her thighs and rocks her pelvis back and forth. After another five minutes the waiter returns with their drinks. The waiter asks what they want to eat. Mason thinks for a moment and says, \"I'll have the Pot-Au-Feu.\" While he is ordering the pressure builds up inside Alexandra's stomach, she can barely contain herself. She is so turned on. Every inch of her body trembles. Suddenly, Mason interrupts her thoughts, \"How about you Alex? What do you want to eat?\" She looks at the menu and says, \"Um... well, let me see. Um... oh my gosh... Oh god... I don't know... Maybe the fish soup?\" The waiter asks, \"Do you want bread with the soup?\" As Alexandra is hit with an intense wave of lust, she stammers, \"Uhm... yeah... I guess so... \"The waiter goes back to the kitchen. Mason asks, \"Is everything okay?\" She answers, \"Uh huh... Yeah, fine. Everything is great.\"After a few more minutes the waiter brings over the pot au feu. Only two minutes later Alexandra's fish soup arrives. However her thoughts are solely focused on this feeling in her stomach. It grows bigger and stronger with every second that passes. She stares at Mason, hoping he doesn't realize that she needs some relief. His eyes lock onto hers. He asks, \"Don't you want to eat?\" She nods weakly and pushes the bowl closer to herself. She takes a sip of water to try to calm her nerves. However, instead, it only intensifies her desire for relief. Before she knows it she finishes half of her soup. Her whole body is shaking uncontrollably. She can hardly stand it anymore. Finally she mumbles, \"Okay... Okay... I need to pee. Do you mind if I use the bathroom?\" Mason replies, \"Sure... Go ahead.\"Alexandra stands up and notices that in the front of her jeans a big wet spot is forming. It spreads across her crotch, soaking her pants and the chair she was sitting on . She frantically shakes her leg to try to stop the flow. But it is no use. She rushes to the ladies room. Once inside she closes the door and locks it. With trembling hands she unzips her jeans and lets it fall to the ground."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elf just became an adult and the only birthday present she wants is to be double penetrated by orcs
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"content": "[Part 1/3]\n\nSitting on the bed, Feliya couldn't bear the anticipation. She bit her lip, the sheer fabric of her stockings audibly grinding as she rubbed her legs together. She stood up and quickly checked herself in one of the many mirrors she'd set up around the room. Her body lithe and fit. Pale flawless skin, dressed in black lingerie. She turned around snd pulled at her thong, her round perfect ass shaking slightly as she adjusted. Turning back she fixed her full breast in her black bra. Were her garters the right color? Maybe she could change. She forced herself off of her clothes, making a quick examination of her flawless, delicate face. She smoothed out the length of her lomh silver hair, adjusting the few minor flaws she saw. She was far too excited to sit still, and Feliya wanted every detail to be perfect. After all, you only turned 122 once, and she wanted everything just right. \n\nOutside, Jiana stood guard by the door. She smiled as a few drunken patrons passed, unaware that the dsughter of an elf lord was waiting just through that door. She checked her magical seals again. The door wouldn't open unexpectedly, and the room had been soundproofed. Nobody inside would be hesrd once it started off. She grimaced, she couldn't believe that Feliya had talked her into this. That she'd wanted it in the first place was a shock. To ask for a pair or raucous, smelly orcs seemed ludicrous. She could have anyone she wanted. She could have the line of suitors asking after her hand duck her in groups if that's what she wanted, but no, she asked for this, and Jiana obliged her request. \n\nThe young woman checked her note again. Where were those stupid orcs anyways? She'd paid good money for two of them to arrive here, and it was getting very close to the agreed time with no sign of them. Just as she was about to lean in and tell Feliya to wait longer, a pair of large figures walked into the hall. They were tall, each one easily standing at seven feet. Their broad shoulders built with strong muscle. They were dressed better than Jaina might have assumed. Each dressed in finely made trousers and boots. One wore a navy blue overcoat while the other dressed in a red tunic with a family crest emblazoned on the right breast, the corded muscles of his arms exposed. \"Excuse me, you must be out contact, yes?\" \n\nJaina crossed her arms and nodded, \"I am. You're cutting it a bit close, aren't you? I asked you to be here at sunset.\" \n\nThe orc in the overcoat nodded, \"Yes, and here we are, well before sundown. We were quite busy this morning.\" \n\nThe Elf scoffed, \"Busy. Doing what?\" \n\n\"I work at an orphanage.\" The orc with the overcoat stated plainly. His wide green face impassive. \n\nJaina paused a moment, \"an orphanage..\" \n\n\"I volunteer as the groundskeeper on my days off. I'm a jeweler by trade.\" \n\nThe orc in the red tunic nodded, \"I tend to the stables of Lord Serinoch. A mare gave birth today. A beautiful young colt. He'll grow to be a fast horse one day.\" \n\nJaina sighed, \"That sounds wonderful. Would you go in there and fuck my friend already?\" \n\nThe tunic-wearing orc crossed his arms over his broad chest, \"First we need to know what she wants.\" \n\nThe elf put her face in her hands, \"What do you think she wants? She wants to get fucked.\" \n\n\"Yes, but how?\" The orc in the overcoat queried, \"We come prepared for many possibilities.\" He set down a small wooden chest he'd been carrying and opened it up. The orc pulled out a few pieces of primitive leather armor, \"Some women have fantasies, regarding negative stereotypes of old orc culture, the belief that we're brutal raiders and rapists. So we'll bring along some of the costumage as well as other necessary equipment,\" he held up a handful of chains, \"If that's what she wishes.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Your girlfriend bets you wouldn’t be able to find her vagina in 30 mins. Thinking you have this in the bag, you rip her panties off only to discover her crotch resembles a Barbie doll. Tick Tock.
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"content": "The room was bathed in the warm glow of a golden autumn light that filtered through the windowpanes, like a shroud of comfort wrapping around the couple. The room was quiet, only the faint sound of birds chirping outside the window and the rustling of papers as Jasper searched for his phone. Every now and then, a passing car could be heard in the distance, its tires softly rolling across the pavement like a soothing lullaby. The soft morning sun, a gentle touch of a mother's hand, caressed Lily's face, illuminating her delicate features. She sat there, watching Jasper as he rummaged through his pockets in a state of frenzied desperation. The expression on his face was one of frustration, like a sailor lost at sea searching for his compass. He was like a detective on a wild goose chase, searching for the one piece of evidence that would solve the mystery of his missing cellphone. \r\n\nHis movements were graceful, yet chaotic, as he overturned cushions and opened drawers in a bid to find his phone. But, it was as if the phone was playing a game of hide and seek with him, remaining just out of reach. A cat and mouse game. The scene was reminiscent of a never-ending cycle, where Jasper would search for minutes, give up for a few minutes, only to start the hunt all over again.\r\n\nDespite his obvious distress, Lily's demeanor was one of amusement. She had her arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched Jasper's fruitless search. She was like a bird perched on a branch, basking in the light of the sun, while Jasper was a butterfly caught in a cyclone, chasing the wind in his search for his missing phone.\r\n\nThe room was a stage, and the sunshine was the spotlight, illuminating the players in the morning's drama. The search for the missing cellphone had taken center stage, and the young couple was caught up in its spell, each playing their part to perfection. And so, the search for the elusive cellphone continued, as the morning slowly gave way to the bright light of day.\r\n\nJasper, you're the most forgetful wizard I know,\" Lily teased, causing Jasper to pause and shoot her a hurt look.\r\n\n\"I am not. I just have a lot on my mind,\" Jasper replied, trying to defend himself.\r\n\nLily raised a brow, unconvinced. \"Sure, and that's why you can never seem to find your keys, your wallet, or even your wand.\"\r\n\nJasper scowled, \"That's not true.\"\r\n\n\"Prove it,\" Lily challenged, a mischievous gleam in her eye. \"Find anything that you own, anything at all.\"\r\n\nJasper leaned forward, his eyes blazing with determination. \"Alright, I accept your challenge. Name it, and I'll find it.\"\r\n\n\"Okay, good. You have thirty minutes to find my vagina,\" Lily stated with a straight face, her lips curved in a sly smile.\r\n\nJasper felt his heart skip a beat as he contemplated the challenge. It seemed almost too easy, but he was feeling confident and ready to prove himself. He wasted no time and quickly began undressing Lily, taking off her panties to find that her vagina was inexplicably missing. The skin on her crotch was smooth and flat, devoid of any kind of genitalia. He stared in shock for a few moments before shaking his head, realizing he had been tricked by Lily's challenge. Jasper petted her bare vagina-less skin contemplating the situation. The skin of the crotch was surprisingly smooth and soft, more like silk than anything else. Despite the lack of any genitalia, it retained all of its natural warmth and small patches of fine fuzz, making it a pleasant experience to the touch. He must have borrowed it for a reason that is escaping him at the moment. Still determined to win the challenge, Jasper dove deep into thought, using all of his resources to try and figure out where Lily's vagina could have gone.\r\n\n Lily giggled at the tickling sensation of Jasper's fingers against her skin before speaking.\r\n\n\"Jasper, you don't have much time to find my vagina. You better use your magic and be quick about it!\" she said teasingly, though her words carried a hint of urgency. Jasper knew she was right, and quickly got to work riffling through books on his shelf in search for his answer. The books on Jasper's shelf are varied in color, from deep blues to rusty reds and everything in between. Some looked like they have been sitting on his shelf for centuries, their covers cracked with age, while others looked as if they had just been printed yesterday. Some were leather-bound classics, some hardcover new releases. They ranged in design from elaborate illustrations of dragons and fairies to more modern takes on classic literature. He pulled out book after book filled with diagrams and drawings of various body parts until he came across the one he was looking for, a magical book of body parts that seemed to be made specifically for this challenge, the Anatome. The pages of this book of body parts smelled like aged leather and parchment paper, with a hint of musky spices and incense. There is also a faint earthy scent that lingered around the book, like the smell of a secret garden or the land of something much older and forgotten. The scent of magic."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] People Transforming into Monster Girls... and Liking It!
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"content": "Wishing that her roommates would learn to get along better, a succubus uses her magic to transform them into a cat girl and a cowgirl, with the one quickly getting hooked on the others milk, and the other getting hooked on feeding her new friend, even as both of them get bustier and bustier\n\nAlternately\n\nA tomboy gamer girl didn't know what she was getting into when she took a sponsorship for a new brand of energy milkshakes. She soon finds her bust out growing her clothes, as she starts turning into a cowgirl / Holstaur, including starting to produce lots and lots of milk, herself!\n\nOr even still\n\nShe should have known better than to let her incubus guy friend come inside her, but there's no way that she could have known getting impregnated by a demon would cause her to start transforming into a succubus herself! She definitely couldn't have known that both the transformation and her growing tummy would both feel so *good!*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Although their masters don't quite get along, a pixie familiar finds herself getting on really well with the imp familiar of the party's other caster...
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"content": "Thorne and Lily stood facing each other, their voices raised in heated argument. Thorne was a towering figure, his broad shoulders and chiseled features imposing as he gestured wildly with his hands. Lily, on the other hand, was a picture of grace and poise, her delicate features and lithe build seeming at odds with the passion in her voice.\n\n\"You simply don't understand the nature of magic!\" Thorne shouted, his fists clenched at his sides. \"It's a tool, a weapon to be wielded, not some force to be worshipped!\"\n\n\"That's because you see it only as a means to an end,\" Lily retorted, her blue eyes flashing with anger. \"You have no respect for the natural order, for the balance that must be maintained.\"\n\nMeanwhile, Nix and Tilly were completely engrossed in each other, their bodies entwined in a wild, frenzied coupling. Nix was small and lithe, his mischievous grin widening as he thrust himself into Tilly, who was equally small and delicate. Their moans of pleasure echoed through the room as they fucked wildly.\n\nGrimgor watched in disbelief, unable to believe that his companions could be so blinded by their argument that they didn't even notice the imp and pixie going at it like animals. He tried in vain to get their attention, to get them to see what was happening right before their eyes. But they were too absorbed in their argument to notice.\n\nThe room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the slick, wet sounds of their bodies slapping together. Nix was lost in a sea of pleasure, his fingers digging into Tilly's flesh as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her. He could feel her tight, warm body clutching him as she came, her sweet cries of ecstasy ringing in his ears.\n\nTilly was in the midst of pure bliss, her body shaking and trembling as Nix pounded into her. She could feel every inch of him, every sensation magnified by the rush of pleasure that coursed through her. Her mind was blank, her thoughts consumed by the feel of his skin against hers, the scent of his musky sweat, and the taste of his lips as they kissed passionately.\n\nAs the two of them reached their climax, the room was filled with an intense wave of energy. The air crackled with magic, and for a moment, Thorne and Lily were forced to pause in their argument and look on in awe at the display before them.\n\nIn the aftermath of their lovemaking, Nix and Tilly lay entwined in each other's arms, spent and sated. As they caught their breath, they looked up at Thorne and Lily, who were now staring at them in disbelief.\n\n\"Well,\" Nix grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. \"It looks like we showed them a thing or two about the nature of magic.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The forces of evil transform the cleric into a succubus, in an attempt to corrupt her. Unfortunately for the evil force she still maintains the same morals that added to the incredible succubus and powers. how the world cope with that?
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"content": "My head was throbbing as I got up. Around me, my armor and clothes lie smoldering on the ground. As for me, my body miraculously remained unharmed. There wasn't even a scratch on my wings! The Dark King's magician had sought to corrupt my essence, but I have never felt closer to my goddess.\n\nI turn to see my friends fighting the Dark King's guards. Though I had sent a special prayer for my comrades, I could see that they still needed a special. There wasn't enough time for me to get on my knees and pray, especially with how there weren't any waiting dicks. Instead, I laid on my ass and began to pleasure myself.\n\nThe first was Alice, our fearless leader. She was as lean as most women but could still pack a mighty punch. I knew that she needed more strength. Watching with heavy breaths, Alice grew and burst out of her clothes. Her height now rivaled the tallest guards. Her muscles would put their armors to shame as she grabbed as many men as she could and shoved their quaking dicks into her hungry pussy or flurries of kisses. I believed Alice was engaging with a technique the Amazons called \"snu-snu\".\n\nNext was Thomas. He was blasting foes with his magic staff. That gave me an idea. Thomas suddenly dropped his pants and staff as he began to rub his dick. This gave his enemies time to tackle him, but it was all part of Thomas' plan. As he reached the edge, his penis erupted into a stream of thick cum, which coated the guards closest to him. Those that came in contact with his seed began to transform into voluptuous babes and would temporarily aid us in fucking the guards.\n\nFree from the bimbofied guards, Thomas stood back up and continued his stream. He shot his junk like a hose at any guard who dared come close to him. Satisfied with my work, I doubled my effort to continue this blessing. The monastery's sisters will be so proud of what their horny succubus did!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An ordinary young woman awakens one morning to find an attractive, naked young man (who looks like he could be her twin) sleeping beside her in her bed. She's single, has no brothers, and lives alone...
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"content": "She should not have drunken that much last night. Sure it was her birthday but she really should have stopped after the third or fourth shot of what ever the brown stuff was. Now she found her self shivering in bed and butt naked. \n\nAs she rolled over and cupped her throbbing head she realized the bed was not even. Rather there was a district weight to the opposite end that pulled her closer like a gravity well.\n\nThat weight gave off a heat that only another body could give off.\n'fuck... Who did I invite last night'\n\nWas all she could think as she felt the warm breath of what ever make she decided to bed.\n\nOn her night stand was a luke warm glass of water and a half drunk gateraid. A gift from her former less handicaped self. \n\nWith a few gulps and a quick throw up she returns to her warm sanctuary to study the other body in bed. \n\nThe lights were still dim and the room still cold due to her hungover state. But even through all of this blue she could nor help but think\n'did I lay next to a mirror'"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Whether it was a magical prank or an arcane mishap, one thing was clear... Somewhere on campus, there was a glory hole which was a portal to her pussy!
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"content": "Sophie sat in the lecture hall, surrounded by the usual assortment of students, the usual pre-class atmosphere of rustling papers, murmured conversations, and the occasional cough. She enjoyed sitting in the front row, as it made her feel more engaged with the professor and the material. As she waited for class to begin, she absentmindedly twisted a strand of her long brown hair around her finger.\r \n\r \nAs she twirled a strand of her long brown hair around her finger, she suddenly felt a sharp tug. \r \n\r \n\"Ah!!!\" she yelped and turned around to see a nerdy-looking guy sitting behind her, holding the strand of hair between his fingers with a look of fascination on his face. The guy was wearing a pair of thick glasses. His hair was cut into a bowl cut and stuck out in every direction. He was wearing a t-shirt with a smiley face on it and a pair of ripped jeans. He had a faint smell of wet cotton and musty book pages like he had just come from the library or a lab of some sort.\r \n\r \nSophie was taken aback. She had never had someone pull her hair like that before, and the unexpected intrusion left her feeling a mix of annoyance and discomfort. Sophie felt the lingering pain on her tongue like a bitter taste, leaving a sourness that lingered in her mouth. She had never felt this before and it was an unpleasant surprise. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get a word out, the professor began the lecture.\r \n\r \nDr. Wesson was a tall and elegant man in his late fifties who cultivated an air of distinction, with a carefully trimmed mustache, black-rimmed glasses, and a dark suit. His authoritative voice reverberated through the lecture hall, each word spoken in a crisp and clear tone. The watch on his wrist gleamed with light and ticked with precision. Behind him was a whiteboard upon which he had written: \"QUANTUM THEORY OF FIELDS\". His footsteps echoed on the wooden floor as he walked, tapping out a steady rhythm in time with his watch. As he stopped at the whiteboard and wrote out his equations with a delicate precision, everyone in the room felt as if they were witnessing something special. His suit rustled as he moved, giving off a subtle scent of cologne and sophistication. In every action and movement, Dr. Wesson conveyed an air of distinction and importance that could not be ignored. As he stood at the podium in class and placed his hands behind his back, he exuded the casual confidence of a man who knew that he was at the helm of discovery and that he was important.\r \n\r \nAs the lecture went on, Sophie couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The nerd's intense interest in her hair was starting to feel like more than just an odd quirk. She wondered if he was some kind of stalker or if he had some other creepy motive. Sophie's body tenses and her scalp pricks with fear. She yearns to look behind her. She could feel the nerd's gaze on her like fingers on her neck, cold and crawling. She feels violated by his intense stare, as if he's trying to access something beyond her control. She suddenly feels exposed and very aware of her hair, a vulnerable part of her that she hadn't given any mind to before. There's something sinister about the way he looked at her, as if he could use her hair for some unknown purpose or to achieve some hidden agenda.\r \n\r \nDr. Wesson marched across the room as he explains the science to the glossed over eyes of his students.\r \n\r \n \"These fields can be visualized as an invisible \"fabric\" that permeates the entire universe, and where particles are localized as \"quanta\",\" he stops in front of Sophia. \"Or 'excitations'\". Sophia shifts uncomfortably within his attention. She felt like a ventriloquist's dummy in his eyes; a mere tool manipulated at his whim.\r \n\r \nMidway through the lecture, the nerdy guy suddenly gathered his things and left the room in a hurry, without a word or a backward glance. Sophie watched him go, her unease growing with each passing moment. His sudden departure caused a wave of unease to ripple through Sophie, making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable as she watched him go.\r \n\r \n\"We will also see how this theory has been used to explain a wide range of phenomena, from the behavior of subatomic particles to the properties of black holes and portals.\" The professor continued to go on about manipulating quantum states of particles and stabilizing energy fields and yada yada. Sophia couldn't focus on the lecture anymore and was grateful when it finally ended.\r \n\r \nAfter class, Sophie packed up her bag and made her way to the front of the lecture hall, where she caught up with the professor. She had missed an exam due to a family emergency and needed to discuss making it up. Sophie's body was infused with anxiety and nervousness as she walked to the professor, her bag heavy with notes and textbooks. She could smell the stale scent of marker and paper, mixed in with the faint hint of coffee and voice of students lingering in the air.\r \n\r \n\"Professor Wesson,\" she said, nervously. \"I hope you don't mind me asking you. I missed the exam due to- well my dad, he's sick, and I wanted to discuss making it up.\"\r \n\r \nDr. Wesson held up his hand. \"I know why you're here. Listen, I'm very busy and I have to have the midterms graded by tomorrow \" His expression grew sympathetic as he continued. \"I'm would love to grant you an extension to make up the exam if I could, but my hands are tied.\"\r \n\r \n\"Please, there must be something I can do. An extra credit project? Or extra homeworks even?\"\r \n\r \n\"I'll tell you what. If you have time,\" Dr. Wesson said as he looks his wristwatch and slinging his bag over his shoulder. \"You can take the test in my office … while I have lunch.\"\r \n\r \n\"Really!? Thank you so much, professor!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyday was the same, his dick grew longer, his balls swelled larger, his libido got even stronger. And all the while every girl he knew grew larger and more pregnant with every load of cum he pumped out. At least they seemed to be enjoying it.
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"content": "I opened my eyes at the feeling of someone's lips on the head of my cock. I looked down to see my old boss Nina, her hypersized, perennially-lactating breasts wrapped around my shaft and pregnant belly pressing against my engorged balls. I grinned as Nina took my cock in her mouth and began eagerly gagging on it. I sighed happily as I said to Nina, \"And a good morning to you too, pet.\"\n\nNina shuddered with ecstasy at the sound of my voice as she stroked my cock with both hands as I felt my orgasm building up. Suddenly, the doors to the bedchamber were opened up as my former history professor Ingrid stepped inside in all her pregnant beauty. \"Master Duncan. We've detained intruders in the foyer.\"\n\n\"Well, that explains why the bed is so empty this morning.\" I blew my load down Nina's throat with a satisfied moan. Nina gulped down my cum and pulled her head off of my cock with a giggle as I said to Ingrid, \"Let's go deal with our guests, shall we?\"\n\nIngrid nodded as she and Nina gripped my arms and we made our way to the elevator. This wasn't anything new for me; ever since I took over my former workplace and turned it into my sanctuary of debauchery, people from all walks of life had been breaking in to take me down or steal from me. I looked forward to their attempts, truth be told. Disposing of them was almost as entertaining as quality time with my pets. Almost.\n\nThe three of us stepped out of the elevator and into the foyer, where my forty-two other pets were waiting, gathered around a small group of men in SWAT uniforms handcuffed to a column. I approached slowly, my erect cock towering a half foot over my curved horns as I remarked, \"Call me crazy, but I don't think you people have warrants.\"\n\nOne of the men spat at me and bitterly replied, \"Like you give a fuck about the law, Incubus.\"\n\nI chuckled. \"Nice to see my moniker is still intact. So tell me: how many unpaid parking tickets are you going to make me pay?\"\n\nThe man scowled. \"My name is Sergeant John Kaplan, and you're under arrest for kidnapping, terrorism, coercion--\"\n\n\"Who do you keep looking at?\"\n\nJohn faltered. \"What?\"\n\nI got closer to John's face. \"Every so often, your eyes dart to your left. There's someone here you recognize, don't you?\"\n\nOne of my pets, Alexis, stepped forward and announced, \"He's looking at me. John is my ex-husband. I left him after I found out he cheated on me.\"\n\nMy pets murmured disapprovingly as I ran the back of my hand along John's cheek. \"Oh, John, you never should've set foot in here. Infidelity is an unforgivable sin in my home. Zoey, Camille. Make sure he sees this.\"\n\nZoey and Camille stepped up to John and forced his eyes open as Alexis began kissing my shaft and I asked, \"Tell me Alexis, how many children do you carry right now?\"\n\nAlexis bent over against the wall and purred, \"Thirteen, master.\"\n\nI speared into Alexis with primal ecstasy as I replied, \"What a disappointingly low number.\" Alexis cried out with delight as I pounded away at her pussy and John strained to avert his gaze. I lifted Alexis into the air with her legs above her head and carried her over to John.\n\nI got as close as I could to John without physically touching him. \"Look at this, John. Look at this woman you hurt and betrayed. Look at her as she takes my cock in its entirety and feels the full, unbridled extent of my love for her. LOOK. AT. HER.\"\n\nBroken tears streamed down John's face as I came inside Alexis non-stop, continuing to thrust even as my seed blasted out of me. Alexis screamed in joy as I fertilized her again and again and again, pumping her womb up like an airbag. Zoey and Camille let go of John, causing his head to drop as he weakly growled, \"You'll pay for this, you hear me? You'll pay for this, you sick fuck.\"\n\nI chuckled as I pulled Alexis off my cock and gently set her down as excess cum dripped from her pussy. \"And I'm sure you have many ideas on how to wreak vengeance upon me, but I have a question: you didn't think my pets would stay pregnant forever, did you?\"\n\nThe instant, I said that, the stairwell burst open as several dozen imps and succubi, each a fully grown woman and just as horny as their mothers, came running into the foyer. John and his men were inspected and marked up as my daughters cooed over their new playthings. As the men were put on leashes and dragged off to my daughters' rooms, I called out, \"The one named John has been very naughty! Don't be afraid to get a little rough with him!\"\n\nA chorus of, \"Yes daddy,\" rang out from the crowd as I turned back to my pets and smiled. \"Well, let's return to the bedroom, shall we? It's almost time for our pre-breakfast fuck.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You had started having dirty invasive thoughts about your sexy therapist. When you explained this to her, and asked for a different referral; she set her notebook down gently, removed her glasses, and put her hair in a ponytail. She looked at you with lust in her eyes and said: "Embrace it."
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"content": "“Em-embrace it?” Sweat dripped down my back as I squeezed my legs tight. I was suddenly aware of the skirt I wore riding up my thighs, exposing the skin to the hot, wrinkled leather of her couch. I had forgotten I was sitting on my hands, a neutral position I took when I came to therapy. A security blanket for when those anxious, uncomfortable feelings took over. Now it was the only thing keeping them from touching myself. Was she offering what I thought she was offering?\r \n\r \nInstead of standing from her armchair, she lowered herself onto her knees. “Look, Miranda, I think we’ve made some really good progress.” My heart skipped as she slinked toward me. “I would hate for you to lose all of that over a few… easily quelled urges.” That glint in her eyes was palpable, raking me from the top of my head to the soles of my feet as she licked her lips. She was a jungle cat rustling through the tall grass of the carpet, and I was prey that had made myself visible for her hunt. \r \n\r \nI was cornered with nowhere to go. \r \n\r \n“D-Dr. Preister–”\r \n\r \nHer hands were on either side of my thighs. My trembling, burning thighs. “Lisa.”\r \n\r \n“L-Lisa–” my voice quivered as her first name left my lips. “Aren’t you worried that this is, I don’t know, u-unethical?”\r \n\r \nShe shrugged, leaning closer to me. Her breasts, barely contained in her blouse, were on my knees. She was so warm. I was worried for the structural integrity of my panties. “Do you remember what I told you in your first session?”\r \n\r \nI couldn’t remember anything. I could only feel every neuron in my stupid brain fire at once, sending every signal for lust through my entire bloody body. She was looking up at me, blonde hair tied loosely behind her head and deep brown eyes hooded under a quirked brow. Her lips were the perfect shade of pink, curled in open anticipation for my answer. All I could think about was where she was planning to put those tasty fucking lips. “Um…” I stammered, “You might want to refresh my memory.”\r \n\r \n“I told you that, short of anything dangerous to yourself or others, what happens in this office stays in this office.” I gasped when her hands touched my thighs. She didn’t even try to hide her amusement. “And I’m not one to break doctor-patient confidentiality.” \r \n\r \nI weakly chuckled as I freed my hands from under my ass. They were indented with leather wrinkles. “Bold of you to say this isn’t dangerous to me.”\r \n\r \nHer hands dipped under the tight hem of my skirt, cool, lithe fingers slipping between my thighs to urge them open. I was helpless to do anything but comply. “Indulging in your fantasies from time to time is hardly a bad thing.” Suddenly, her finger brushed against my laced-covered center. It was wet to the touch. My hips bucked against my will. “Seems like for you, it could be a little cathartic.”\r \n\r \nLord knows I needed catharsis. I felt like I couldn’t breathe as I choked back my moans. All she was doing was rubbing my cover, my protection, and I was ready to explode. My nipples were diamond hard, sweat clinged to my brow, and my nails were digging into the black leather. This moment, the one that used to only exist in my mind, was consuming my waking thoughts all hours of the day. I couldn’t get enough of the feeling of my own pussy between my fingers as I moaned her name in the privacy of my room or office, thinking about that gorgeous face between my legs. Thinking about her deep, delicate voice moaning as she straddled my face. Thinking about the guttural slapping of skin on skin as we got tribal with one another on that very couch. I was obsessed with her. I wanted her. Needed her. \r \n\r \nAnd now, she had her fingers hooked on my waistband and was pulling them down to expose me. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I whined, the leather peeling away from my sticky skin as I opened my legs for her. She smiled. I blushed red as I bit my lip. I needed the fantasy to be real.\r \n\r \nSo real that I begged. “Pl-please, Lisa… Taste me…”\r \n\r \nMaybe my brain was fogged with unbridled lust, but I swore her eyes went black. She pushed my thighs back, making my ass dangle off the edge. She took a deep, desperate whiff of my heat and shuddered, “It’s about time you asked me…”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fun at a wedding ...
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"content": "The Bride's Maid kept it a secret that she was aroused by men in suits, so the whole thing was a sort of Hold The Moan thing for her while standing next to her best friend during the wedding. But the tipping point was during the reception when the Best Man asks her to dance. She drags him off after only one dance because being held by a sharply dressed man turned her on even more than just looking at one (or several), regardless of the chance that it could start rumors about her being a slut when they either come back dishevelled or don't come back at all.\n\nBut the shirt and tie stay on."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Some Unconventional (But Realistic) Places to Get It On (Please and Thank you!)
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"content": "How about places which could change at any time, such as:\n\n\\- in a traffic jam\n\n\\- lunchtime during a board meeting\n\n\\- in an open house that's having viewers come in whenever\n\nOr better still, between people who have to make the most of their moment, such as:\n\n\\- the leading man and the heroine's understudy while another scene is being played out on the stage above\n\n\\- the master chef and the waitress while he's cooking for a state occasion\n\n\\- the delivery man and the frustrated housewife while the nanny has taken the kids to the park\n\nThey've all got time constraints, no time for a lot of thought and might need some explaining afterward..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Upon Realizing her class is entirely male, Professor Madison Smith comes up with an interesting way to keep up slacking attendance.
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"content": "Madison was worried her class wasn't taking her seriously. Out of nearly 40 students only about 8 attended regularly. The rest would only show up if there was an exam or quiz scheduled. While she did post the lectures audio on the class website it wasn't the same as being with a professor. She was struggling to figure out how to get more people to come regularly, until she realized what she would have to do. There was another exam at the end of the month, meaning she'd have a few class sessions to put her plan into action. \n\nHer idea was simple, each class she'd come in dressed in less and less. She was young and decent looking in her own opinion, but her attire so far this had been business casual as to maintain professionalism. Now, however, she needed to be eye catching and enticing. At first she wanted it to be a gradual change, subtle so it wouldn't be obvious or look desperate, but she was desperate and by the end of the first week she knew she had to ramp it up faster.\n\nThe first week saw her go from business casual skirt and blazer to skinny jeans and a T-shirt by the end of the week. At week 2, she arrived at class in a trench coat as to not draw attention from those outside the class. When class began, she took off her coat to reveal to the 10 students who showed up her newest outfit, a shiny bikini top that barely contained her breasts, a pair of high heels that looked like they belonged to a stripper, and a pair of daisy Duke booty shorts so small it could have been called denim panties. It was so tight on her that she couldn't even close the button on the front, giving everyone a peek at her bush and revealing her complete lack of actual underwear. Her plan had worked so far. The boys in class gave her their undivided attention for the whole class. The next day she came dressed the same, but with professionally done makeup and hair. Once during this class she dropped something under her desk, and she saw an opportunity. \n\nShe got down onto all fours to grab the thing she dropped. She reached under her desk with her ass in air and pointed at her students. She moaned, groaned, and grunted as she struggled to reach the thing, which in reality was easily within reach but she just wanted the attention. This went on for another minute and then she began to speak to no one in particular. \n\n\"Mmmmm, c'mon, I'm so close, just gimme a bit more. Pleeeeeaassse, I want it, I NEED it, I need it so badly.\" As she said that, she could hear zippers and fapping sounds. Some camera clicks too, probably going to their friends or fellow classmates. By the next session nearly the entire class was present, all of them admiring or fantasizing about their professor who looked like a prostitute. \n\nAt the start of the third week she made an announcement. The next test would be changed from a multiple choice exam to an oral one. She made sure to use her most sultry voice when she emphasized the word \"oral\". She also revealed how depending on what score they got on this test, the class would receive a prize. For anything below 70% there would be nothing, but 70% but below 80%, and she'd let the students pick her outfit for the week every week for the remainder of the semester on the condition that they wouldn't let her be naked. 80% but below 90% and she'd agree to come to class topless for the rest of the semester. 90% but below 100% and she'd give each student a BJ. If the class got a perfect 100% though, then she'd offer them all her holes in a gangbang. Her other rules included a stipulation that no one student could answer more than twice, no one was allowed to use notes or the internet, and no one was allowed to masturbate during the test. \n\nThe day of the test came, and Miss Smith was in a white dress so thin you could see she wore no underwear underneath, and even had several vibrators taped to her in various spots. With each question she asked, she got a response, and if it was correct the intensity of her vibrators would go up. After over an hour of questions and being subjected to the vibes, she announced that the class had scored a 86% on the test, and as promised she would be topless for the rest of the semester. Before ending class that day she took off her barely there dress, set her vibes to max, and allowed the boys to finally masturbate. Her legs gave out as the vibes went all out, and the boys circled around her as she lay on the floor in ecstasy. Each boy in that class got to blow a load onto their slutty professor that day. \n\nEach class from then on went something like this. Miss Smith would show up in a trenchcoat and reveal what bottomware she had on and jiggle her boobs for the whole class to enjoy. Eventually she came in one day and they had piercings. She said it made them sensitive and tender and that just touching them right now would make her cum. She would demonstrate this whenever a student would comment on them. She also noticed more students masturbating in class, and to avoid making a mess that could get then in trouble, she offered them all condoms go jack off into and give to her at the end of class. She said she didnt want the janitors to fund cum or used condoms in the class and get admin involved so she'd offer to dispose of the used condoms herself. Students joked that she was doing something else with the condoms but no one cared enough to question their slutty teacher. \n\nFor their final, they would have a \"normal\" exam a few days before the scheduled final exam date. It would be multiple choice and short answer, and depending on the results would get a reward. If the class got an average of above 85% then in the day the final was scheduled they'd have an in class party. Well lo and behold the class average on the final was 89%. On the day of the party Miss Smith had arrived in her now trademark trenchcoat, but now sported a headscarf and sunglasses, like she was desperate to hide herself. She had arranged for several other students to help her set things up, the pizza she bought along with plates and and cups. The students brought their own drinks, which ended up with most of them sneaking in alchohol and a few mixers. \n\nWith the party about to start Miss Smith revealed her final outfit of the semester: a skirt, a top, and various accessories made out of the used condoms she had collected from her students throughout the semester, like a necklace and tied up condoms on her piercings or tied in her hair. After a few drinks, someone started playing music on the class sound system and Miss Smith was dancing in the middle of the class for all the students to see. The condom skirt flapped with every jiggle, wiggle, and shake of her hips and tits. Some students began to dance with her, grinding on eachother, groping at eachother and sloppily making out. One by one the other guys in class stripped naked, and when Miss Smith noticed she called for everyone's attention. \n\nShe took off her used condom clothing and accessories, putting them in her purse for later, and pulled out a marker. \n\n\"This is our last day together, and I want to know what you all think of me. I want you to write something on my body, comment or criticism, about me this semester. And in exchange for this information, you get to fuck me. The only restrictions are: you have to wear a condom, you can't write on my face or heard, and everyone has to have a turn before you get seconds.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An eager young cowgirl meets up with the Prince / princess she'll be serving as the new Royal "Milkmaid"...
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"content": "\"Let's get a good look at you, shall we?\"\n\nPrincess Lilith circled me with a hungry look in her eyes. Moments ago, I had been presented to her as a birthday gift, wearing nothing but a length of ribbon before a crowd of almost a hundred people. But this, being studied and mentally undressed in the privacy of Lilith's bedroom, somehow made me feel more exposed. I could barely contain my excitement.\n\nLilith saw my excited smile and chuckled. \"Call me crazy, but I think you're just a touch excited.\"\n\nI nodded enthusiastically and replied, \"I very much am, your grace! It's every cowgirl's dream to become a royal's personal milkmaid! I can barely believe that I ended up becoming one.\"\n\nLilith caressed my cheek and purred, \"Believe it, Carol. And you will refer to me as mistress. Understood?\"\n\nI shuddered in delight. \"Yes mistress!\"\n\n\"Good girl.\" Lilith took a seat on the bed and bit her lip as she asked, \"Now, take off the ribbon and tell me how much milk you can produce.\"\n\n\"Yes mistress!\" I undid the knot on the ribbon, letting it fall off my body as I answered, \"At my peak, I can produce twenty-four gallons of milk within eight minutes, and recover within half an hour to go again.\"\n\n\"Ooh, that is *very* good.\" Lilith reached out and gently squeezed my breast, causing tiny droplets of milk to leak out. Lilith grinned and remarked, \"And now, the taste test.\"\n\nLilith put her mouth on my nipple and began suckling aggressively. I let out a joyful \"Moooooo,\" at the wonderful sensation as Lilith gulped down every bit of milk that came her way. My knees almost buckled from the pleasure alone, my mind practically exploding with ecstasy.\n\nAfter a few minutes, Lilith got her fill and popped her mouth off of my nipple. She let out a contented sigh and said, \"Simply *delectable*. You are a very good girl, Carol.\"\n\nI beamed at Lilith's praise. \"Thank you mistress!\"\n\nLilith let out a big yawn and fell backwards onto the bed. \"It's getting late. C'mere. There's room for you too.\"\n\n\"You're... letting me sleep in the bed with you?\"\n\nLilith patted the bed. \"Of course I am. A good girl like you deserves it.\"\n\nI climbed into bed with her and nuzzled into her side as I responded, \"Thank you mistress.\"\n\nLilith kissed my cheek and purred, \"Sweet dreams, Carol,\" before turning out the light."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone knows the habit. Turn off the downstairs lights, then book it up the stairs, lest you be taken by the entities hiding in the shadows. You, however, do not do this, for you know these entities mean no harm. As a matter of fact, they have far more… lewd intentions. And you’re into that…
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"content": "*First time posting on Reddit or posting erotica, so sorry if my formatting is a mess :3*\n\nJust like any other rational and educated young woman, Sarah was always taught to never believe in ghosts, poltergeists or any other supernational entities. And she took that to heart, and despite the excitement the believe in ghosts brought, she took it as a fact. That was of course, until her family moved into this house.\n\nPlacing the toy on the table, she glanced at the clock, quietly ticking above the door. Two minutes before three. The outside was eerily quiet as it always was this late at night, the moon and the streetlights the only light shining through the darkness of the night.\n\nBut Sarah wasn't tired. Not in the slightest. With her hands trembling in excitement, she lowered the sunblinds. Dropping the bathrobe on the floor and exposing her naked body in all it's beauty, she looked at herself into the mirror, feeling alongside the cable of the lamp until she found the switch. Her ravenblack hair was still a little wet, but They won't mind that. Feeling a wide grin spread on her face she flipped the switch. And in the darkness of the room the clock hand moved over the number three.\n\nIn all stories she ever heard the rooms always got colder when ghosts entered them. But not here. She felt the heat, first around the ankle and them upwards, as if dark smoke climbed up her leg. Her nipples hardened as it teased her, crawling over her skin, the darkness enveloping the slender teen. Throwing her arms she fell back, only to find herself suspended in the air, floating as if in textureless, invisible water.\n\nThey caressed every inch of her body, tracing her legs and arms, gently pushing against the soft flesh of her sides and hips. They continued, now getting ever so slightly rougher, squeezing her thighs and ass. Her breasts moved on their own as They kneaded them, invisible fingers gently circling around her pink nipples. \nAnd then her already damp pussy finally got Their attention. They pressed on her clit and rubbed it, playing with her folds and massaging the sensitive entrance. She let out a sultry moan as she felt the comforting warmness spread around her body. Her heart was pounding hard and as she heard the dildo lift off the table, it skipped a beat with excitement. For a few seconds she waited, unable to see the toy in the darkness of the room, anticipating the inevitable penetration. When she felt the tip press against her pussy and Their \"hands\" spreading the folds, she couldn't help but let out a happy squeal. The toy slipped effortlessly into her soaking pussy.\n\n\"Oh god yes.\" She moaned quietly as They started to pick up the pace. \n\nTheir grip on her hardened, turning her around to all fours, they clamped on her arms, legs, ass, and tits, pulling her hair backwards. She realised she wasn't floating anymore, but hanging in the air, the rough squeezes working on her soft body. She purred, satisfied smile on her face as the dildo pounded her harder and harder, the ghostly digits playing with her clit and nipples. The wet sounds of her damped cunt and her screams of pleasure filled the room. The silicone stretched her out. Normally dildoes are made longer to have something to hold on, but They seemingly didn't need it. The plastic cock filled her to the brim, the tip hit deep, perfectly balancing on the edge of becoming painful. Her pussy swallowed it hungrily and she could only squirm and moan as They toyed with her.\n\n\"Oh yeah- fuck!\" She strained through her teeth, her thighs twitching as she felt the climax approaching. \"Harder...\"\n\nShe didn't get to finish the sentence. The orgasm took her like a tidal wave, the overwhelming pleasure shaking her to the core. Loosing herself in the ecstasy, she didn't even notice that she was lowered on the couch. Only after a few seconds she unclenched her fists and with a little worry realised how loud she was. Feeling the blanket slip over her, she turned around and hugged a pillow, burying her head into it as she felt the exhaustion creep in. And then she felt Their presence no more. Too bad they don't ever stay for cuddles."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for prompts involving a male character being forced/required to crossdress
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"content": "Here's a prompt I tried for a different [PM] last week, but it didn't get a story, most likely because it may not have been a good fit.\n\nMaybe it will have better luck here:\n\nA reverse NTR story, where instead of the wife who's being corrupted into a bimbo slut who cucks her husband, it's the hubby who's being corrupted & feminized into a femboy/new half cock addicted bitch who cucks \"her\" wife, who goes along with it because of how much she enjoys it (either because she's a cuckquean and/or the show of her hubby becoming/being a slutty sissy bitch)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she wished that her friends weren't always sluttier than her, she didn't realize it would mean that she'd now magically become the sluttiest member of any group...
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"content": "\"Go on, show us your tits!\" Samantha giggled, she was always the horniest in our little friend group. At this point I forgot why exactly she was suggesting Alice bare her breasts, but she was always excited to see more.\n\n\"You wanna see them again? Here they are!\" Alice took her top off in a flash, revealing the far more common sight of her topless. I half-wondered if they had an agreement where at some point in the day Samantha would ask Alice to take off her top.\n\n\"As long as you don't mind if I stare.\" Brittany smirked, already reaching down between her legs. It was her home so she was already bottomless by the time she got here, but normally she'd at least go to another room to flick the bean.\n\n\"Ugh, I wish you wherent all so much more horny they me all the time.\" I said, prompting a glowing from my purse. I picked up a 'wish stone' from a shop a couple days ago, just thinking it was a fun little charm.\n\nApparently not, as the glowing turned into a blinding radiance before stopping entirely, the little charm I had gotten broke... but now these clothes where feeling itchy and tight. \"You girls don't mind of I join you, do you?\"\n\n\"Oooh Rebecca is getting into the spirit~\" Samantha giggled \"Tell you what, I'll match you for whatever you do.\"\n\n\"Anything?\" I asked, a wicked grin crawling across my face.\n\n\"Anything.\" Samantha said confidently.\n\nI stripped naked, so did she. I ordered pizza, she ordered Chinese. I ate Brittany out, Alice fidgeted until Samantha ate her out.\n\nWhen the food arrived, I fucked the delivery girl so well she forgot her panties here. Samantha was a bit shyer all of a sudden, just sucking her delivery boy off.\n\n\"It's fine, its not like we had a condom handy.\" I assured her, intending to let her off the hook.\n\n\"This still isn't very like you.\" Samantha said. \"I mean, I'm not complaining, I'm just kinds curious what's going on in your head.\"\n\n\"Hmm... I don't know, but we're all having fun right?\" I giggled, and that was the end of that.\n\nIt wasn't until I was half-way home, still naked that I began to question things. I looked into my purse and saw the broken charm directly that I remembered my wish.\n\nIt would take me three months and a day to find another one of those stones for sale. Unfortunately, it was gifted to me by Samantha, who thought it was just a pretty bauble. So I happened to be sluttier then her by the perversion of the stone, and in that state I immediately wished that everyone was as slutty as I was."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I'd like to write something around a bisexual love triangle. Give me interesting scenarios, settings, dynamics
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"content": "• A maid at a noble's castle worries her affair with the lord has been discovered when his wife calls her into her chambers. She soon finds herself hiding two affairs from her employers instead of one. \n\n• Twin cheerleaders Jennifer and Felix have their eye on the same football player. Unfortunately for them, the jock is extremely oblivious and just thinks they're being friendly, leading to more and more extreme methods of seduction. \n\n• Ginger believed it would just be one time - a naughty threesome for her fiancee's birthday. But ever since then, she's been consumed with thoughts for her friend Vivian... maybe she'd be willing to agree to another threesome? Just to get it out of her system?\n\n• A pair of childhood friends, one straight and one queer, welcome their third friend back to their hometown after years of being away. They only learn upon seeing them that 1) They've come out as Trans, and 2) is exactly their type."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thanks to a sudden and massive growth spurt, your Tomboy girlfriend now finds herself looking up at your now much larger and imposing frame. She now has to come to terms with how hot she now finds it that she's the smaller and weaker one in the relationship now.
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"content": "\"S'up shorty?\"\n\nLexi pulled the shower curtain back slightly to find that her girlfriend Piper had walked in wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Lexi tried her damnedest to save face, even as she had to look up at the almost eight foot tall amazon to say, \"Hey babe! Whatcha doing?\"\n\nPiper idly stretched, fully aware Lexi was drinking in the sight of her muscular body as she replied, \"Just woke up. Heard you were in the shower, and you know, I can't remember the last time we took a shower together.\"\n\nLexi fought to keep her lust in check as she responded, \"Didn't we do that last week?\"\n\n\"Ah damn, you're right. Sorry hon, I guess I'm just really forgetful lately. Honestly, I give it a day before I walk out of the house totally...\" Piper dropped her robe as she finished, \"Naked.\"\n\nLexi's brain immediately hit a gay panic overload at the sight of her girlfriend's bare body. From her chiseled abs and powerful thighs to her massive arms and FFF-cup breasts, every little detail of Piper drove Lexi wild with arousal. Without another word, Lexi pulled back the shower curtain to let Piper in. Piper smiled and purred, \"That's my girl.\"\n\nPiper stepped into the shower and lifted Lexi up in her arms. Lexi was already wet with need, and it only got worse when Piper pressed her against the wall and started kissing her neck. Lexi let out a squeak as Piper's hand found its way between her legs and started massaging her clit. As Lexi squirmed at the wonderful sensation, Piper pulled away from her neck and said in a breathy voice, \"Such a good girl for me.\"\n\nLexi gasped at both Piper's praising of her and the fact that she had jumped up to fingering her. Lexi's breathing started to quicken as Piper suckled at her breast excitedly. Lexi's mind was a horny mess to the point where even the fact Piper was lifting her with one hand turned her on. Eventually her lust reached a crescendo and she cried out in ecstasy as she climaxed.\n\nPiper pulled her hand out and licked her fingers, savoring the taste of Lexi's pussy. Lexi caught her breath before saying, \"Could you turn off the shower? I don't wanna waste water while I pay you back.\"\n\nPiper grinned and turned the knob for the water, slowing the stream until it stopped altogether. Piper then let Lexi down, who wasted no time getting on her knees. Piper rested her hand on Lexi's head and purred, \"Oh, you look so *perfect* down there.\"\n\nLexi shivered with delight. \"Please say it again.\"\n\n\"Hmm, I didn't hear you ask the right way, sweetie.\"\n\nLexi swallowed her pride and responded, \"Please say it again... mommy.\"\n\nPiper smiled and eased Lexi's head between her thighs as she said, \"You look so *perfect* down there, baby girl.\"\n\nLexi practically orgasmed again from Piper's words alone. Unwilling to wait any longer, Lexi started kissing and licking Piper's clit as she gripped onto her powerful calves for bracing. Piper moaned in appreciation as Lexi's tongue snaked around inside her. Lexi was utterly starving for the knowledge she'd made her mommy orgasm, and she chased that feeling like a wild animal.\n\nPiper started to grind against Lexi's face gently as she mewled, \"You're doing so good, baby girl! So fucking good!!\"\n\nThis time, Lexi really did cum again from the praise. And she wasn't alone, as Piper let out a long cry of pleasure as her orgasm flooded Lexi's senses. Lexi lapped up every last drop of Piper's nectar with glee, fully resigned to her status as the sub in their relationship. Once Lexi got her fill, Piper scooped her up into her arms and kissed her cheek before saying, \"You want cuddles now, baby girl?\"\n\nLexi nodded, prompting Piper to step out of the shower and carry her to the bed, making sure to maneuver her under the doorway as she did. Once Lexi was set down on the bed and wrapped up in Piper's warm embrace, she sighed and remarked, \"I feel like I should hate how thoroughly your growth spurt defanged me.\"\n\nPiper giggled. \"I can stop pampering you anytime you want, hon.\"\n\n\"So, never, then.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You half jokingly mention that your ideal birthday gift is the city’s latest heroine in your bed, not realizing she’s your older sister in disguise. Fortunately, she’s happy to fulfill the wish.
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"content": "\nBirthday Present \n\nWhen Virginia asked me what I wanted for my birthday I answered \"I'd like to find the Songstress in my bed when I get home on my birthday\" it was a joke. Yet, there she was, the window was open and she was undoing her boots. \n\n\"Shit, I was hoping to be in the bed before you got here.\"\n\n\"Holy shit. You're… are you really… I mean.\" I was babbling incoherently.\n\nShe started a soft hum of a song and suddenly my cock was rock hard my heart was racing and if she hadn't stopped I might have come in my pants. \"Proof enough?\" She asked as one boot slid off.\n\n\"Do you need help with that?\" I walked over. Undressing the Songstress would be just as much an honor as having her in my bedroom. Her costume was a tight reinforced leather. She was even more toned underneath than I imagined. She made me leave the mask but removing that bulletproof corset was the experience of a lifetime.\n\nI am usually a cum in the pussy kind of guy usually but seeing those abs. I felt like I needed to splash across those. Just above them were the most amazing tits. I didn't ask, I just started sucking. She fingered herself while I did.\n\nShe allowed me to roughly throw her on my bed and mount her. I slid deep into her welcoming cunt as her gymnasts legs wrapped around me. Then once I started ramming her pussy she moaned my name but her voice was different now. Maybe she was using her power to change her voice earlier, but I recognized a voice I had grown up with now.\n\nShe was close to orgasim so I took advantage and ripped her mask off. Virginia squealed and was about to protest but she was so close to cumming that all she could do was beg for me to keep going. I thought it was hot having some small power over the female icon that saved the city, but the feeling of being balls deep in my sister was another level.\n\nShe came first and then I told her how close I was and she begged for the cum. I guess I'll have to get the abs next time because this time it all got in her pussy. Well.. mostly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Nothing in the prophecy said that the chosen warrior destined to save the world couldn't *also* be a sex obsessed bimbo...
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"content": "I groaned as I stopped to massage my ankles. The hero crew thought my clothing choice was weird since pink heels don't really mesh with the dirty countryside. But if I dressed boring like the rest of them, I would miss out on all the cute stares everyone was giving me. I just loved how my tight body looked in this pretty pink dress, and it makes me wet knowing how much everyone loves it too!\n\n\"Oh, come on!\" I said as a woman ran up from the forest to the four of us. She was dressed in delicate garments, which, I must admit, looked alright on her. The only thing that sucked about them was how torn and wrinkled they were.\n\nThe woman fell on high heels and began to plead. \"Gilded Heroes, I need your help,\" she said. \"I'm being chased by a horde of bandits. They broke in, kidnapped several of my servants, and are now close by. Please, I will give your team as many riches as you desire.\"\n\nI rolled my eyes and filed my nails, much to her and my team's confusion. \n\"We can't help you,\" I said. \"Some meanie head is trying to fuck over the world, and not in a fun way at all, and we have to stop him, or else there won't be any dicks left to suck.\"\n\n\"Pardon?\" the woman asked.\n\nMalcolm, the guy with the pointy stick, raised his hand. \"Actually, she's the only one that wants to suck dick. However, Candi has a point that we must make haste before the dark emperor releases the Demon Lord into our realm.\"\n\nThe woman looked at him and then at me to see if we were actually serious. Though the rest of my team looked gloomy, I was shifting as I felt that horny feeling inside. I would have flicked myself in front of them, but the team kept complaining that it was \"inappropriate\", but I knew Jackie liked what she saw.\n\nThe woman grabbed my arm, making me drop my nail file. How rude! \"What if I offered myself? Would you help me then?\"\n\nHector rubbed his head and spoke, \"Ma'am, as we said...\" The fearless leader continued to drone on and on about responsibility and how someone else will help her, but I was too distracted by the woman. She held her titties and rubbed them as she slid her hand down.\n\nNow, I wasn't the smartest tool in the shed, but I knew exactly what the woman wanted. \"OMG, guys, we have to help her.\"\n\n\"You just said we didn't have time,\" Jackie said.\n\n\"That was before I was horny.\" I held the woman close as our hands felt each other's bodies. \"And besides, those guys over there don't look like they want to have sex with me.\"\n\nMy three teammates turned to see who I was talking about and saw the team of bandits coming from the woods. Grumbling, they readied their weapons and charged toward them while I stayed behind and made sure the woman was safe between my titties."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] [CC] A virgin wakes up in the body of a porn star
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"content": "I particularly like the subtle way you worked her discovery of exhibitionism into performance by the end. I do feel like I want more of her roommates reaction if this were to continue. I think the prompt is an excellent match for the direction your tastes take, and we can see that represented well in your detailed descriptions of transformation and lust. I can't help but wonder what you could do if you were to explore other \"common pornstar\" clichés or traits being discovered as she discovers and comes to terms with her new self! Look forward to a continuation if you're so inclined!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] When a nymph came to study magic at the university, she didn't realize how lively campus life was about to get...
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"content": "May was like the other nymphs in that she wasn’t like them. While the other forest nymphs had since learned to master their magic, May’s magic would often discharge randomly and get her in trouble with the other forest spirits. After a discharge too many, the elders of the nymphs discovered a magic user living undercover in a human university. \r \n\r \nIt was decided.\r \n\r \nAs May walked down the suburban area, she couldn’t help but wonder where her friends had gotten these clothes for her. At least she didn’t have to worry about being her natural self in front of the humans, unlike the hiker running naked in the forest. However, May had to set the worry aside as people began to notice her. Aside from the occasional glance at her green hair, May didn’t stand out as she remained calm and controlled her magic. When the nymph reached the university, May could feel her magic begging to be released as it boiled inside her slender body. She needed to find that professor. \r \n\r \nThe warm weather had invited students to spend the weekend in the fields. The campus was the perfect place to meet friends and enjoy the scenery. May smiled at the other students as she walked by. She could see herself attending this university if she had been born a human.\r \n\r \nBut as she passed by the campus library, a group of athletes stopped May in her tracks and surrounded her. The sports team leader, a tall, muscular varsity player with slick blonde hair, approached her. Closing the distance between them, May’s nose wrinkled at the artificial smell of cologne. She tried to step back for air, only for him to step forward.\r \n\r \n“My buddies and I were wondering if your hair is natural,” the jock said.\r \n\r \n“Um, it is.”\r \n\r \nThe jock turned and cheered along with his friends. May tried to step forward, but the varsity player side-stepped her path.\r \n\r \nHe smiled down at May. The magic inside was simmering, waiting for the nymph to release it on the athletes. All she needed to do was maintain her concentration and keep her magic at bay. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around,” said the jock. “Def would have remembered seeing a hair like yours. Why don’t you go back to our place and we get to know each other? I’m sure there’s a party girl in you.”\r \n\r \n“No thanks,” said May as she walked around the football player. “I need to see a professor.”\r \n\r \nShe was almost free when the guy grabbed her wrist. May lost her concentration but quickly got it back. However, that momentary slip was enough for May’s magic to do its thing. The football player quickly recoiled his hand as shock rolled throughout his body.\r \n\r \n“Yo, Brian, you good?” asked one of the players.\r \n\r \n“Yeah,” he said, shaking his hand. “Just a bit of shock.”\r \n\r \nMay had managed to slip through the team players and left them behind. Had she stayed behind, she would have seen the college boy lurch forward and explode into confetti before imploding back into place. In his place was a lithe lady in party attire. She wore a tight black dress, a plastic crown, and a bottle of wine in her hands.\r \n\r \nThe newly changed woman staggered and took a sip from her bottle as the other guys looked nervously at each other and the new girl.\r \n\r \nWith a slurred speech, Brian (now Bri Bri) spoke with a dirty look written all over her face. “What’s a girl gotta do to get fucked around her?”\r \n\r \nAs the other boys argued about calling for help or fucking their former friend, May ran deeper inside the campus before slowing down to catch her breath. Her magic was working up the energy to erupt once more.\r \n\r \nUp ahead were two students sitting on a bench discussing an English assignment. The young man talked about the warm weather and that it was nice that they could work outside, to which the tutor smiled. Though the tutor didn’t know it, the student had a crush on her and used the study sessions to get close to her.\r \n\r \nFinally, the student pulled out his laptop and opened the word document. “How does the report look? I can get at least a B on this, right?”\r \n\r \nThe tutor smiled. “We’ll see.” Taking the laptop from him, she barely felt the magical energy strike her as she read the screen. Furrowing her eyebrows, she picked up a pair of glasses from her pocket and held the screen before her eyes as she looked over the report. Despite seeing them clearly, she had difficulty reading what was on the laptop. “I can’t read this. What the heck did you write?” \r \n\r \nThe student’s eyes widened. He was sure he did the assignment decently. Shifting his laptop to his knees, the student only saw the perfectly normal work he had written before.\r \n\r \nMay couldn’t understand what was happening until her magical energy lept from her and to the tutor.\r \n\r \n“Obviamente,” the tutor exclaimed. “Necesitamos trabajar más en tu tarea si ni siquiera puedo leerla.”\r \n\r \n“Wait, what? Why are you talking in Spanish?”\r \n\r \n“¿Qué? No puedo entender. ¿Por qué no estás hablando en inglés?”\r \n\r \nMay didn’t need to stay long to know the telltale signs that her magic was leaking. Before May could leave, her magic zapped the tutor one last time, cranking her libido. With a hungry look in her eyes, the tutor leaned forward and reached for the student’s pants.\r \n\r \nFortunately, the student managed to get his laptop to a safer spot on the bench but left his pants wide open for the taking as the tutor fished out his dick and gave it wet kisses.\r \n\r \nThe student gasped and tried to push his crush away, though a part of him was excited for a dream to come true. “Wait, Tess, what are you doing? Should we do this inside, at least?”\r \n\r \nTess shot daggers at him, annoyed that her mouth was no longer wrapped around his cock. “Chico, cállate y déjame chuparte. Y será mejor que tengas dinero contigo. No voy a hacer esto gratis.”\r \n\r \nLeaving the two students behind, all May could focus on was finding that professor to help her put a lid on her magical discharge once and for all. As she came across a large building, she got the bright idea of hiding inside from the outdoor students. She spotted a young woman holding the door for several at a building called “Student Activity Center”.\r \n\r \nAs May passed the girl, some of her magic rubbed off on her. What was once a polite girl was now a rude, self-centered bitch. Another group of students approached the building’s entrance, but the girl slammed the door just as they were about to enter and pushed through the group. The students yelled at her, but the unruly girl flipped them off and told them to suck on her tits.\r \n\r \nEntering the Activity Center, May’s heart fell when she saw the crowded students engaged in recreational activities. Many of the students were gathered in their own groups. They were either playing games, watching shows, studying or chatting with each other. She’ll never find that magic professor.\r \n\r \nMay turned and was about to leave when she felt the presence of magic. This time, it wasn’t her own. Turning her head, May finally spot an older woman talking with a group of professors. Unfortunately, the professor was at the other end of the room, and May couldn’t grab her attention no matter how hard she waved her arms. May was so close, but her magic was reaching its boiling point, threatening to go off and change everyone for the worse.\r \n\r \nIf she wanted to have control over her magic, she needed to wade into the crowd of students.\r \n\n\n(I might continue this if there's interest.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Wanting to broker peace, the human emissary Markus seeks council with the Elvish queen of the fae forest.
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"content": "Branch cracking underfoot and fauna chirping in the distance is all that Markus hears as he ventures into the thick foliage. \"Make something of yourself, volunteer yourself for such a task\" he says to himself frustrated his uncle put him up to such a journey. \"Bastard probably wants me out of grandfathers will\" Markus says grabing his sword to hack away at the the underbrush. \n\nAt the strike of his blade the plants turn a *deep* shade of red, as if on fire, before they effortlessly snatch his blade form his grasp. \"Oh-kay sorry about that\" Markus says nervously his hands in the air in a *calm down* manor. Seeing a genuine side of him the plants relax but not before a vine grabs his feathered caps and whisks it into the canopy. \n\n \"Hey! give me that!\" he says trying to jump for it fruitlessly. Slightly creepy laughter echo's from around the leaves and bark as Markus nervously looks for a source. Hatless and unarmed Markus considers fleeing but deep inside the he finds the courage to keep going and continues to strive forward, though occasionally tripped by the plant still seeking to tease him for what happened earlier. \n\nNot long after the plant incident as Markus carefully treks forward an arrow falls not even a foot in front of him stopping him dead in his tracks. Looking around for the wood-be assailant hidden amongst the brush another arrow this time whizzes by his head as it pins a bright ruby and sapphire colored frog to a tree. \n\nWith almost child-like ignorance Markus reaches to touch the frog only to be stopped by a feminine voice. \"I wouldn't if I were you, One touch and you'll turn to stone.\" Turning to face his assailant/savior Markus' face immediately alights red.\n\nflowing red hair, fair skin with pointed ears the female Elf looks towards Markus with a warm smile. Though naturally very beautiful the reason Markus can't help but blush is the fact her scantily clad outfit of vines and leaves and a simple vest makes no effort to cover her shapely breasts. \n\nEating some type of violet colored fruit the Female elf just stares are Markus who's gobsmacked at not only finding an elf, but finding one so beautiful and....*mostly nude*. \n\nA minute goes by with Markus clearly ogling this elf's chest as well as the rest of her body though she doesn't seem to notice or care as she continues to eat her exotic fruit. \"So why are you here human? Our peoples are nearly at war, you're lucky our scouts and warriors didn't deem you a threat otherwise we wouldn't be talking\" she says with no hint of arrogance just stating a fact to Markus who's finally starting to come to his senses. \n\n\"Uh well..um...about that...I've been...sent No I mean, **I've been tasked** by my people to discuss terms of peace and cool any hostilities\" He stammers out to which the Elf furrows her brow before she starts laughing uproariously. \n\n\"YOU!, they sent YOU!' she says as she starts unstringing her bow shaking her head at the comedic context of Markus being here. Normally a bit insulted though disarmed by her nudity Markus finally tears his view from her body towards her face. Once unstringing it, the limbs of the bow almost bend and snake past her hands towards her wrist and forearm before relaxing and forming a beautifully decorated wooded bracer. \n\nAgain distracted it takes Markus a moment before realizing she's not even a foot away from him, her scent is the first thing that catches his attention a citrus smell with light peppermint wafts in the air as she comes closer and closer. Her arm reaches and effortlessly grabs Markus' wrist before she shockingly takes it and places it upon one of her exposed breasts. \n\n\"This is how we formally greet. I am Princess Nadine and you are?\" she says, her hand squeezing his against her breast as her warm smile returns. A groan cannot help escape Markus' lips before he's able to exclaim \"I am Lord Markus of the Byron house.\" he says trying to sound important despite the fact House Byron is among the smallest noble houses in the kingdom. Her warm smile turning into a playful grin Nadine keeps squeezing Markus' hand on her chest before saying \"Oh you're a lord huh?\" as she cocks her head to the side clearly catching him in a bit of a lie. Blushing for another reason at this point Markus resets his gaze towards Nadine only see her now inches from his face as she gets closer, and closer to him. \"Um....well....my grandfather is really the lord...but I'm still important..\" Markus awkwardly gets out as Nadine gets even closer to his face, as if she were to kiss him. \n\nAs her nose lightly brushes against his, her hand forcing his to fondle her boobs and their lips nearly touching Nadine lets out a sultry \"that's more like it\" as vines quickly wrap and entangle Markus' legs feet and arms immobilizing him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The girls are going out for coffee. Somehow, each of them managed to get involved in incestuous relationships, and they’re trying to hide it from their nosey friends.
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"content": "Whitney blushed as she looked at her phone. Her mother had sent her a picture, of what she didn't need to find out now. But ever sense Samantha turned her down... well she had fulfilled the intimate role of a girlfriend perhaps a little too eagerly. This was only offset by how submissive her mother was, but her friends didn't need to know any of this, so she swiped the notification away and took a deep breath to calm herself.\n\nSamantha, meanwhile, had to find somewhere private to text her brother back. He was demanding nudes again and threatening to post previous ones if she didn't send them. This was, of course, totally consensual, and he wouldn't follow through unless she told him he could. For now, she just sent him a titty pic from the bathroom to appease him, and he sent her a dick pic in return. Some cold water would wash away the heat that rose in her cheeks from the sight.\n\n\"Panty check.\" Was the simple text from Amanda's dad. She looked around, she was more or less alone in the parking lot, so she carefully slid her pants down, revealing her bare, shaven pussy to the camera, took a picture and sent it to both him and her mother. She was definitely the submissive part of this relationship, but it was nothing she didn't ask for... at least it saved on rent while her business failed... and they hadn't caught on that she was letting her business fail on purpose because she enjoyed her treatment.\n\nBeth smiled as she approached the café it had been too easy for her to gather the affections of her three sisters and her brother certainly didn't mind when he got involved too, and she had told her older sister to wear a vibrator to work today. She worked right at this café so at least she wouldn't be bored.\n\nCassandra fidgeted with her short sundress, being that it was the only thing she wore for almost two months now, short of the collar that was now missing. It felt strange, but she couldn't let her friends know about what happened. She closed her eyes for a moment to remember it closer. Her brother had gotten into her stuff, he was looking for something she had borrowed from him, but instead he found her most private journal. It contained her horniest ramblings and even some detailed sketches. The lusty depictions of himself and the rest of her extended family concerned him enough to go to mom, who went to dad, who called everyone to the table. That was a long, long night, but by the end they had an understanding. It took a lot of convincing from her point, but she would never work a day at a real job in her life and in exchange she would be the family pet and their shared toy, but it would only extend to her immediate family, she still needed to be a good girl for her friends and family reunions.\n\nThe five met, ordering their traditional coffees. \"So...\" Samantha began. \"Did you ever find a girlfriend?\" She asked Whitney.\n\n\"Yes.\" Whitney answered quickly, even if she wasn't entirely sure she was dating her mom... but she'd never admit to that anyway, so she supposed it didn't matter.\n\n\"Oh? Who's the lucky gal?\" Amanda asked slyly.\n\n\"You wouldn't know her.\" Whitney excused.\n\n\"Oh?\" Beth smirked \"try me.\"\n\n\"Why don't you tell me who you're dating first?\" Whitney asked.\n\n\"That's complicated.\" Beth deflected as their waitress put her hand over her mouth and blushed, granted nobody else seemed to notice. \"Fine, we're not getting anything from you, I bet you're just single.\"\n\n\"Well I don't see you with anyone these days either.\" Amanda noted.\n\n\"Maybe I'm just self-sufficient.\" Beth said. \"But I'm not single, we're just not public about it.\"\n\n\"Suuuure.\" Amanda rolled her eyes \"so you have one-night stands whenever you're horned up. Nothing to be ashamed about.\"\n\n\"Sam, you've been awfully quiet, have you found anyone better then little ol' Whitney?\" Beth asked Samantha.\n\n\"O-oh, yes, well, not that he's better, he's just got the... equipment I'm looking for.\" Samantha said.\n\n\"Does your boy-toy have a name?\" Beth pressed.\n\n\"Well... we're not public about it either... but I can show you his cock if you want proof.\" Samantha said, pulling up her phone.\n\n\"You could have gotten any old cock off the web, that doesn't prove any- holy shit, that's huge.\" Amanda said at least until she saw the picture... and the text that showed up directly under it shortly after she showed her friends.\n\nIt read \"coming home soon sis?\"\n\n\"You're fucking your brother?!\" Beth asked, trying to sound incredulous.\n\n\"N-no!\" Samantha lied reflexively, pulling her phone back into her chest, but there wasn't much use hiding the truth from her friends and soon she broke. \"O-okay yes, I am. He threatens to publish my nudes if I don't.\"\n\n\"Should we call the cops?\" Cassandra asked quietly.\n\n\"Who do you think gave him the nudes in the first place?\" Samantha sighed. \"Fine, cat's out of the bag, but everything we do is ultimately consensual, so... don't worry too much about it.\"\n\n\"Well... it's not that weird.\" Whitney said, trying not to give away too much.\n\n\"What? Are you fucking your sister too?\" Amanda asked.\n\n\"I don't even have a sister.\" Whitney said before realizing how deep she had already dug herself. \"It's my mom...\" She finally admitted.\n\n\"Wow, she must be harsh on you, sense your dad is out of the picture.\" Cassandra said, shifting in her chair, hoping her growing wetness wouldn't show up on her dress.\n\n\"Not really.\" Whitney said. \"I'm in charge of the situation.\"\n\n\"Wow, in charge of your own mom huh?\" Amanda asked.\n\nBeth looked out at the group. \"You know, I have my whole family twisted around my finger too.\" And just like that, the tables turned and Cassandra and Amanda where the odd ones out. \"Well, out with it, we just admitted to fucking around in the family, why don't you two just fes up?\"\n\nAmanda took a deep breath. \"Fine... my business isn't doing too well, I'm paying my rent in ass.\"\n\n\"Don't you live at home?\" Beth asked concerned.\n\n\"I probably could have made something of it by now... but honestly I'm having fun where I'm at right now.\" Amanda admitted. \"I mean, it's not that different then getting your brother to blackmail you on purpose, right?\"\n\nCassandra smiled widely \"I am the family pet. My family doesn't even ask before they take what they want and this\" She pointed to her small dress \"is more then I've worn in a couple of months.\" She got blank stares from her friends, so she continued \"I had to beg for hours, and see a therapist for a year to get where I am. Honestly, nudity is legal here, so I think I'll attend the next meet-up naked.\"\n\n\"Well... I think we know who wins.\" Whitney laughed nervously, finally checking her phone to see that her mother sent her a picture of some flowers instead of the nude she was worried about.\n\n\"Let's have the next meet up at my place!\" Cassandra offered \"It'll be fun! It can be like our own sorta family reunion!\"\n\nAgain, Cassandra needed to do some convincing, but for those who didn't agree with her words, her tongue soon persuaded."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cooped up together unexpectedly, a nerd and a cheerleader start to warm up to each other...
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"content": "\"Guys, what are you doing?\"\n\nThe door locked shut from the outside.\n\n\"Let me out!\" Kate shouted, turning the doorknob unsuccessfully.\n\nThe footsteps retreated down the stairs. Kate felt around in the dark and found the light switch. She looked around the small guest bedroom. There was someone staring at her curiously from the bed, a boy dressed in a plain t-shirt and shorts.\n\n\"They locked me in,\" she said.\n\n\"Who?\"\n\n\"Ashley, Tina, and Val. Help!\"\n\nNo one answered.\n\n\"Why would they do that? Aren't they your friends?\" Justin asked.\n\n\"Yeah, but... Anyway, what are you doing here?\"\n\n\"Just hanging out by myself,\" he said. \"Got bored of the party downstairs. I was just waiting until 9:00 when Eric said we could leave.\"\n\n\"Your friend?\"\n\n\"Yeah. He doesn't have a car, and I owe him, so I agreed to drive him here.\"\n\n\"Well, call him and tell him to get us out.\"\n\nHe sighed. \"I forgot to charge my phone, and the battery just died. Don't you have a phone?\"\n\n\"It was in my handbag, which I dropped when those bitches jumped me.\"\n\n\"So we're stuck in here?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" she replied.\n\n\"Darn.\"\n\n\"That's all you have to say?\"\n\n\"Well, you probably aren't used to this stuff happening to you, but I am. Besides, this is your fault,\" he said coldly.\n\n\"Really? How is it my fault?\"\n\n\"I was just here, minding my own business, when you and your stupid friends had to ruin everything like usual.\"\n\n\"Oh, OK.\" She laughed mockingly. \"Says the loser who was sitting in the dark by himself during a house party.\"\n\nJustin didn't respond, and Kate stood there awkwardly as he sat on the bed. A few seconds later, she tried pushing the door open.\n\n\"See if you can open it.\"\n\nHe got up and pushed against it a few times, without success.\n\nShe sat down on the bed and smoothed out her dress. \"Shit.\"\n\nHe gave up and laid down on the bed again. They sat there in silence for a few seconds.\n\n\"Why'd they lock you in here, anyway?\"\n\n\"It's a long story.\"\n\n\"Seems like we have some time to kill,\" he said.\n\nShe laughed a little. \"OK.\"\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n\"So essentially, Ashley got jealous that her new boyfriend Tyler, also your ex, which she stole from you, was hitting on you, so she blamed you for that, and all of your mutual friends took her side?\"\n\n\"Pretty much.\"\n\n\"Dang. I can't deal with that kind of drama,\" Justin said.\n\n\"You're lucky you don't have to.\"\n\n\"Not that I'd know how to fit in with your crowd anyway.\"\n\n\"It's more trouble than it's worth. I always admired people like you, who knew what they wanted and didn't care about what anyone else thought.\"\n\n\"Could have fooled me,\" he muttered.\n\nKate bit her lip. \"Which college are you going to? Harvard, Princeton...?\"\n\n\"Yale.\"\n\n\"Oh, right. Congrats.\"\n\n\"Thanks. You?\"\n\n\"I'm going to State.\"\n\n\"Know what you're going to study?\"\n\n\"I actually have no idea.\" She shrugged. \"I'm only going because my parents want me to. And because of cheerleading. I'm going to try out for the squad.\"\n\n\"Actually going to continue doing that?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"I really like it. You know what you're majoring in, I take it.\"\n\n\"Leaning toward computer science. Maybe math. I don't know.\"\n\n\"Don't you have any hobbies outside of class?\"\n\n\"Yeah, programming.\"\n\n\"Right.\"\n\n\"Don't you have any hobbies besides cheerleading, high school drama, and bullying nerds?\" he asked.\n\n\"Not really,\" she said. \"And I don't bully nerds. I just...\"\n\n\"Hang out with people who bully nerds and laugh at all the hurtful jokes.\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes and sighed. \"What do you want, an apology? I'm sorry, OK? You know I never really said anything to you, and if I did, it was just to go along with everyone else, not because I actually meant those things.\"\n\n\"Wow, great apology.\"\n\nThere was another silence.\n\n\"Can we start over?\" she asked.\n\n\"I don't know. Can we?\"\n\n\"I think it was a mistake to be with those people the past four years. I just wanted to feel like I was a part of a group or something, and I made the wrong decision.\" She smiled at him and held out her hand. \"I'm Kate.\"\n\n\"Justin.\" He shook her hand.\n\n\"Nice to meet you. So tell me about yourself.\"\n\nHe smiled. \"Well, what do you want to know?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Dark Queen has just vanquished the "heroes" and rules the world. Now, to she is eager to celebrate by fucking silly her pet submissive femboy.
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"content": "\"All Hail the Dark Queen!\" Her commander had shouted as The Queen had began walking through the castle gates, witj a special captive in toe.\n\nOne of the fallen heroes. The greatest soldier in all the land, wielder of magic and courage. The peoples chosen champion, now walking in all fours, naked in front of a laughing crowd of loyal followers of the Queen.a choker around his neck, draining him of all his strength and magic but most importantly, kept his pride intact so he would always feel the shame of defeat...and whatever shame the Queen would bring.\n\n\"So this is the mighty champion??\" One commoner shouted\n\n\"How pathetic! This land deserved a better class of ruler\" said another.\n\n\"Hope it was worth it! She gave you a chance to join us!\"\n\nThe disgraced champion said nothing as the Queen walked him to the stage.\n\n\"My loyal subjects, THIS couldn't have been possible without your support! Your desire! your violence! We are victorious today because of the blood we spilled but that does not end! We need to remind everyone, who rules this land AND what happens if they dare to cross us! So take note, if there are any who are thinking of resisting, you will share this man's fate!\" Her magic allowed her message to be broadcast all over the world. \n\nShe snapped her fingers as the fallen champ now suspended in mid air. Magic shackles appeared in his wrists and ankles and a spellcircle appeared around his dick and balls shrinking it and imprinting a mark where his womb would be. Her grow a pair of tits, large and plump. His dirty brown hair grew out to be long blonde. His eyes became wide and lashes long.\n\n\"This is only the start!\" She shouted, \"once Ive had my fill, then you will all get a chance to play with this disgrace. The champion will learn more then just the taste of defeat!\n\nHer crowd cheered into an uproar, praising her and what she did to the champion. The doors to her castle opened as she walked towards them, the now Femboy champion still floating followed her inside.\n\nShe took him to her private chambers.\n\n\"Well, well, well, are you pretty?\" The queen said admiring her work.\n\n\"Undo what you did you foul creature, I am Xander, cham-\" He tried to exclaim as she slapped him.\n\n\"You don't deserve that name anymore, in fact, you need a new one.\" She said as she grabbed a flogger off the wall.\n\n\"Your name will be, Daisy, cause now you're my daintly little flower.\" She said slowly circling him. \"What's your name?\"\n\n\"XANDER\" he shouted.\n\n*SLAP* she hit him clear across the ass with her flogger.\n\n\"What's your name?\" She asked again\n\n\"XANDER\" again met with another smack, this time across the balls cause him to wince.\n\nWhat's. Your. Name?\" She asked a third time\n\n\"Xander.\" He weakly said before getting slapped again\n\n\"Fine. Looks like you need some education to learn your own name.\" She said as she snapped her fingers again causing a gag to appear in his mouth. She repeatedly slapped him over and over again, across his newly formed tits, his weakening ballsack, and across his ass. She was relentless.\n\nThis went on for a hour. The Queen, removed his gag before asking.\n\n\"Now, what is your name?\" She stearnly asked.\n\n\"D-D-daisy.\" He finally admitted.\n\n\"Good.\" She said as she smirked. \"now spell it!\"\n\n\"Um..D\"\n\n*SLAP*\n\n\"Keep going!\" She shouted as each letter was met with a slap.\n\nHe finished spelling his new name as she placed the flogger back on the wall. His body was red and a mess but the Queen loved it. The gem on choker glistened each time his pride was damaged, giving it small cracks. When the gem shatters, his mind was broken. \n\n\"Why are you doing this?\" Daisy asked. \"What purpose does this serve you?\" The Queen snapped and the gag was magically secured back in his mouth and expanded.\n\n\"Why? You dare question the being that bested you?\" She said as she laughed. \"I don't owe you an explanation but, I'll humor you. You see, I can make people follow me with magic, but as you can see, the people out there, they follow me out of their own free will. Making someone submit due to magic is easy but breaking someone, THATS more enjoyable!\"\n\nThe Queens eyes pierced Daisy's with such intensity that Daisy had to look away. The Queen grabbed her face to make sure she could peer deep into the disgraced champions eyes. \n\n\"THAT is my purpose, and YOURS is to show that even the best champions will become nothing but my slave even if they resist.\" She added as she gave Daisy a gentle kiss on the cheek. \"And soon...you will submit to me on your own.\"\n\nThe Queen snapped her fingers and Daisy dropped from her magical suspension.\n\nThe sat down on her throne. She undid her dress to reveal her royal pussy before snapping her fingers again and transformed it into a massive dick.\n\n\"Now, crawl to me.\" She commanded.\n\nDaisy tried to turn away but he could feel the restraints on his wrists and ankles prevent him from moving elsewhere. Struggling, the restraints made him fall to his knees and crawl to the Queen. \n\n\"You don't seem to grasp what is going on here, your resistance is useless. Now, still this dick into your mouth AND no biting or you will get punished, don't worry, it will fit, it's the perfect size for you.\"\n\nDaisy, now in-between the Queens legs, sat there hesitant. The Queens powerful stare of disapproval glaring down in him. He slowly reached out and put on a hand on the Queens dick before putting the tip in his mouth. Almost immediately he tried to bite down only to find his jaw locked with a spellbinding circle.\n\n\"Tsk tsk tsk,\" the Queen said she pushed down on Daisy's head. Shoving her dick far down Daisy's throat and holding it there. \"You can't win this situation, you see that choker allows me to read your thoughts, every move you think about making, I already know.\" She could feel Daisy struggle and gag beneath her palm as she releases her allowing Daisy to breath.\n\n\"Looks like you need some disapline and while I was going to ease you into this....I think this is appropriate now.\" The Queen the snapped her fingers as a butt olutg appeared in her hands. A second snap made the champ restrained on all fours.\n\n\"Don't worry about bleeding, you won't get a drop of blood on my carpet but don't worry, you will feel the pain.\"\n\nThe Queen mercilessly shoved the plug up Daisy's exposed asshole. Daisys deep breaths just excited the Queen as both of them knew what was going on inside Daisy. The plug was expanding rapidly, making Daisy wince and pant. \n\n\"This is a start, you're just making it harder on yourself.\" The Queen laughed. \"After a night with that in, you'll be ready but first...\" The Queen snapped her fingers and the femboy now found himself locked to a bed, a limb to each corner and the tattoo above his dick started glowing. Daisy felt a rush of pleasure and his body couldn't take it. The tattoo had put him on edge and was keeping him there making him unable to sleep or think."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT]The ogre guard entered Princess Illea's chambers without warning while she bathed in the tiny tub, a well appointed cell really, "come on, time fer breedin', can't keep Lord Ag waiting. The ogre's wanted a changeling, and Illea was to be bred constantly until they got one. Illea sighed.
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"content": "Illea grabbed the bottle of lotion off the stool beside the tub, and stood up, revealing her slim 5'5 form in all its wet, soapy glory. \n\n\"Just a moment\" she said to the guard, and smirked as he averted his gaze from what was supposed to be the exclusive property of Lord Ag. She pulled the cord and sent the bucket of water pouring over her, rinsing the suds and leaving her glistening with freshly washed vigor. She stepped out of hhe door, completely ignoring the robe she was meant to wear and letting herself air-dry in the corridors of the Umber Castle.\n\nIt would never stop being amusing how skittish the guards were about her refusing to wear clothes, and their sneaking glimpses at her perky C-cups or sleek thighs sent a perverse thrill through her.\n\nShe was escorted to the Chamber, she had never learned the rooms formal name, and of course found her captor there. Lord Ag, naked himself, huge muscles on display, grey skin twitching in anticipation. \n\n\"Prepare yourself thoroughly, my slave, for today we will succeed.\"\n\nIllea rolled her eyes at the confidence. They would never succeed, because they were dumb as, well, ogres. A simple trick, and she had been guaranteed a life of comfort, if not freedom.\n\nShe crawled onto the soft bed, thick with warm furs, and raised her hips, presenting her ass to the ruler. She poured some of the lotion she brought over her cheeks, and rubbed into her bud, preparing her eager rear for another pounding. \n\nAs Lord Ag squared himself up behind her, she reflected how easy it had been to trick him into believing that regular children were conceived with regular sex, but to conceive a changling required anal. She had never minded anal, but had come to love getting reamed from behind by these huge, muscular ogre dicks.\n\nAhhh..... and there it was, that first, aggressive thrust from her captor. She let out a soft moan as he sank his full length deep into her bowels, and her body relaxed into its violation. He began thrusting in earnest, sliding his thick rod in and out, the bulging veins rippling across her opening feeling better every moment.\n\nShe loved this part, holding back, letting him do the work and just letting the release slowly build. He was more aggressive today than most, grabbing her hips and even lifting her slightly. The angle was letting him hit new spots, building faster to\n\nOH, YES!!! Her legs twitched involuntary, as her body had yet another tremendous orgasm from this evil, slimy, huge, thick, wonderfully satisfying ogre lord. Sad it was likely over, he rarely wanted to go another round. \n\nSure enough, Lord Ag left the bed, grabbing up his towel and a length of boar jerky, signaling he was done. She started to climb off the bed, but was stopped by his firm tone;\n\n\"Remain where you are, the work is not done yet.\"\n\nShe stopped, confused. Her only 'work' was getting a good, satisfying ass-fuck every few days. If he was done, what else was there for her to do?\n\nLord Ag walked over to a section of drapes, and pulled them aside to reveal several more ogres, all naked.\n\n\" To ensure success, our future sessions will include several of my fiercest warriors, and most prolific family-creators. Position yourself, and prepare thoroughly.\"\n\nHer whole body started feeling hot, as she looked at the array of long, thick cocks, attached to those massive, muscular forms. Her anus twitched, and she almost whimpered, thinking of all the pleasure she would be given.\n\nShe grabbed her lotion, and assumed the position."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: the hero has a bad habit from his adventuring days. Whenever his lover says, “had enough?” He’ll get back up again, and say: “no… I won’t give up!”
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"content": "Molly squeaked in pleasure with every thrust, her cute breasts bobbing, her brown hair frazzled, her long, thin legs bouncing towards the ceiling. Years of adventuring had left him with quite a bit of stamina that the half-elf baker had come to enjoy. But of course all good things came to an end eventually and with a grunt Granak peaked. Molly grabbed his grey butt cheeks and pushed him in as far as he would go, sighing with satisfaction.\n\n\"Mh… that was an amazing round three 'Nak. You're a true hero.\" Molly smiled and gave him a kiss. Granak still found it amazing she bothered with an ugly veteran like him, more scars than skin, his tusk chipped and… just in general being a half-orc. Exhausted, he slumped to bed next to her and made big spoon. The half-elf sighed appreciatively.\n\n\"So… had enough?\" Molly purred after a bit. Something in those words triggered a memory of the necromancer looming above him. \n\n\"No! I won't give up…\" Granak frowned with determination. His large hands furled around those soft breasts like around a sword hilt: firm without squeezing. Molly giggled and pressed her ass against him. His blood was pumping again and he sat up, Molly kneeling in front of him.\n\n\"*Go get her, 'Nak!*\" Molly cheered. That bit of inspiration was all he needed. He took Molly by the hip and dove right back into the fray.\n\nHalf an hour later, Molly was again letting out short, high pitched moans. They were both covered in sweat and fighting for breath. He grunted and gave the baker a good filling. Her drawn out moan turned into a melodic laugh.\n\n\"That was so… primal! I feel closer to the forest already. You're just the best, 'Nak!\" She said and kissed him. She sat at the head of the bed, catching her breath and he beside her, squeezing her hand.\n\n\"So, you're done?\" She asked sweetly. His blood boiled up again, images of demons taunting him. No! Not so fast!\n\n\"Never!\" He grunted and pinned her against the wall. \n\n\"*You can do it, 'Nak!*\" Molly huffed and spread her soft legs. He eagerly accepted the challenge and met her in a furious battle.\n\nThey both practically howled when he finally unloaded in her. The tiny half-elf kissed his huge fingers, still wheezing. They needed a lot of water after that.\n\n\"Oh gods above, I don't think I've ever cum this much since last Thursday.\" Molly sighed and leaned on him as she had a cup of water.\n\n\"You're really stretching it today, Molly.\" He smiled at her. She was so adorable with her freckles and her shy smile.\n\n\"I dunno, it feels like you're stretching me today. And it sounds to me like you're giving up….\" She purred and pressed up against the wall. His eyes glossed over.\n\n\"I will never surrender!\" Granak roared."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Considering that she was probably the best mage in the school, she surprised everyone by participating in the magical games as one of the *prizes*...
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"content": "Wizard Weekend was a popular time for everyone on campus. A lot of magic could be very boring, tedious work, theoretical proofs or esoteric experiments that ever so slightly pushed the boundaries of knowledge a bit further. Years of study could pass before anything really exciting came out of a research project. But the last weekend of the year was different. The wizards of the Royal College would let their hair down, and present some amusing magical toy that they'd been working on, or a game that involved a clever use of sorcery. A time for wizards to geek out and fool around.\n\nThe gaming hall was lined with a dozen booths. There were magical mazes made with interlocking forcefields, a magical basketball game with levitating hoops, even an \"illusion booth\" where you could see images of dragons and titans up close.\n\nAnd then there was Hanako's booth. The senior was the idol of the school, known for both her beauty, and for working on cutting-edge spell designs with Professor Atreus. Most of her grade knew her, at least by her looks, but she rarely talked to anyone outside of the lab. She had set up a small booth surrounded by black curtains, almost like she was trying to go unnoticed. A large poster board sign hung by the entrance.\n\n*Unweave my illusions, and win what's inside!*\n\n*Ages 18 and up.*\n\nThe inside was just as bare as the outside. Hanako was seated on a small stool, wearing heavy, formal, mage robes that covered her from head to toe. A visitor came in and looked around, confused.\n\n\"How does this work?\"\n\nHanako just smiled under her hood and pointed to another sign.\n\n*1. One wizard at a time.*\n\n*2. You can use any spell that's safe to cast on people.*\n\n*3. Remove all the spells to win*\n\n*4. Wand only - no rituals, no potions, no touching.*\n\nThe visitor pulled a wand out from his pocket and flicked it towards her, using a simple detection spell. Sure enough, there was a maddeningly complicated spellweave around Hanako, pulsing with different colors. \n\n*\"Dispersus Incanta!\"* The dispelling charm hit Hanako, and her heavy robe vanished, revealing that she was wearing a different outfit underneath. She had a short skirt, black stockings, and a blouse with the top button undone, and her long hair, free of the hood, cascaded down her back in red waves.\n\n\"Oh, I see, so *that's* what the prize is...\" The visitor got a grin on his face. \n\nBut before he could raise his wand again, the robe reformed out of the magic circling around her, covering her like a black fog and solidifying into its original shape. The brief glimpse of her long legs and hair was gone. She smirked at his look of frustration.\n\n\"Did you really think it would be that easy?\"\n\nNow that they knew what the game was, more visitors gathered, forming a line outside the booth. The older students went through several times, trying different counter spells each time. Most of them didn't see anything exciting, but one clever boy used a spell to keep the illusory robe dispersed, giving him enough time to shatter the next layer of wards with a drilling hex. He was rewarded with a glimpse of a lacy bra before a backup spell countered his attack, sending him back to the start.\n\nAfter a few dozen tries, most of the crowd had started to give up in frustration. Even if it *was* Hanako herself, this was a lot of effort to see her bra or panties - and the panties were mostly theoretical, anyway, given how difficult it was to lift the spells over them.\n\n\"Wow, a *five* layer shield? That's just excessive.\" A boy commented as another attempt failed in a shower of sparks.\n\n\"I'm glad *someone* noticed how much work I put into this,\" she replied. \"And you haven't even seen all the traps yet.\"\n\nHe was taking a very slow and careful approach, using his wand almost like a lever to pry apart the layers of the shield. \"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I haven't.\"\n\nHe jabbed with his wand at a specific spot and muttered a single word. Her robes fell to the ground around her, without dispersing.\n\n\"Clever. You found a way to change the image without destroying it, so it won't reset.\"\n\n\"I try.\" The boy cast another revealing spell and squinted at the tiny runes. \"Good grief, are these *Vortrag's runes*? That paper hasn't even been published yet!\"\n\n\"Well, there's a preprint out already. Surely anyone doing *serious* research has been paying attention to that project.\"\n\n\"Well, I mean, I saw their press release, but I didn't think they'd gotten *that* far. I'm going to have to really think about this one.\" He mumbled for a few moments, then made an odd hooking motion with his wand. Her blouse unbuttoned itself and slid down. \"Phew, that was tricky. Are you sure this is possible to solve?\"\n\n\"Well, theoretically.\" Hanako admitted. \"Any spell can be unwoven, but the number of calculations required goes up exponentially with the number of layers. I had to make it hard enough to make the game last, right?\"\n\n\"You're a real sadist, you know that?\"\n\nThe boy adjusted his grip on his wand, aiming a chisel-like spell precisely between two runes. Her skirt dissipated into magic and he quickly wove a second spell to prevent the alarm from detecting it. Hanako smiled and uncrossed her legs. That had been a very clever bit of spellwork, and he deserved a reward. He'd gotten closer than anyone else so far.\n\n\"Well, I do like to play games, but I wouldn't call myself a sadist. After all, I'm the one getting stripped naked here.\"\n\n\"Still feels like you're stacking the deck a bit. You get to sit here and show off your *ridiculous* spellcraft, and the boys get to see a bit of thigh.\"\n\n\"Oh come on, you're seeing a lot more than that, aren't you?\" She wiggled her shoulders slightly.\n\n\"Honestly the spellwork is so complicated that I'm not even looking at your breasts now. You put some real brain twisters in here.\" He kneeled down and examined the part of the spell that extended over her thighs.\n\n\"That works too,\" she smiled. It was nice to be appreciated for her magic skills as well as her body.\n\nA series of numbers appeared in front of him. \"This is... No way. I am not going to be able to factor this in my head before the spell matrix resets.\"\n\nShe was grinning like a fox now. \"No hints.\"\n\n\"You *are* a sadist. Hitting me with this impossible puzzle at the very end and making it reset back to the start? There's no way to...\" Then he stopped. \"Oh, dammit, that's obvious. Why didn't I think of that?\"\n\nHe pointed his wand at the floor and revealed another set of runes. Working quickly, he cracked open the spell structure, erased a few runes, and added a few of his own. \"If the spell always resets itself, then I just have to change what it resets to.\"\n\nThe reset spell triggered and all of Hanako's clothes abruptly vanished. She smiled and stood up to congratulate him. Then she realized she couldn't move her arms. A pair of glowing blue rings had appeared around her wrists, locking them together behind her.\n\n\"You... you added a forcefield spell?\" \n\n\"That was a dirty trick you pulled, putting an impossible problem at the end. I think that deserves some punishment, doesn't it?\" He said playfully.\n\nHanako struggled playfully, but didn't resist. \"Well, you won fair and square. What are you going to do with your prize?\"\n\n\"Hmm... First, I think we need to show the prize off to the crowd. They all worked hard on this, after all.\"\n\nHanako blushed. She'd planned on the game ending with her naked, but she hadn't planned on flashing the entire school. Thankfully, he wasn't that cruel. He tapped the runes again, restoring the illusion of the black lingerie. \"Most of the prize, that is. I'll keep the best part for myself.\"\n\n\"And after that?\"\n\n\"After that... let's go back to my place. I bet there's a lot more I can do with this spell, now that I've got root access. It's not going to break for the rest of the weekend, right?\"\n\nShe giggled as he began pushing her towards the door. \"You're a smart boy. I can't wait to see what you'll come up with.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Mirror Mirror on the wall. Who’s the sluttiest bimbo of them all.
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"content": "It was a bitchy comment from an insecure bookish nerd, but Elaine didn't mind being judgemental about the whorish sluts at her college.\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\"Mirror Mirror on the wall- \" she sarcastically sang to a chirpy Disney-princess melody. \"Who’s the sluttiest bimbo of them all\\~?\".\n\nThe tune echoed throughout the dead-silent college library. Her night-time Librarian job gave her to sweet, sweet solitude she craved. She was putting away books presently in the Library's reading nook; a reprint of Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609), and Sylvia Plath's The Colossus and Other Poems (1960). She loved this job, but of course the stereotypical, 5'5 pancake-flat nerd would. She was wearing her usual classic-blue jeans and a band t-shirt top - The Taxpayers of course. Though she'd think you've probably never of them. She loved her night-shifts, as she'd put on makeup that would make a budding e-girl blush. Fake freckles, eye-catching black wings, and a two-toned, shego lip.\n\nFor as critical as she was of herself, she was far worse on others. The only compliments to leave her lips would be about dead authors. She wished she was someone she wasn't.\n\nAnd so when the books rustled in an indoor wind gust, and the temperature dropped to give her goosebumps, she had cast her eyes to the antique mirror in front of her.\n\nAt first, the image was unclear, blurry, unrecognizable. Only a crackling voice pierced through the fog - a valley girl special:\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\"Yes boys, gather round. There's plenty of me to share,\" came the distant but familiar voice.\n\nElaine was startled, as the empty library was filled with sounds of porn-quality smut. She reached around the mirror, looking for an off switch she wouldn't find.\n\nThe vision that began to crystalize was messy - and I don't mean the picture. Perfectly framed in the mirror was a spit and cum covered whore, with comically long fake lashes and lips so plump with cum and filler.\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\"Who's going to stretch my asshole again, don't be shy\\~ I reaaally want you all to have a good time tonight,\" she plead. \"Why don't we get Sandy over to help me out? I loove some girl on girl action. Maybe she can even give me a squirt shower for you boys to enjoy.\"\n\nElaine watched in the mirror as five or six of the most athletic guys the college would produce stand over this little whore, stroking their cocks and playing with their whore-toy. One stuffed his fingers into her mouth, with the slut accommodating with an 'ahhh'. Another fondled her bolt-on tits like a stress toy. The speechless party was busy fluffing, ready for round two on the free-use body before them.\n\nThe visual was... a lot for a lonely, horny geek like Elaine. She peeked around, and decided that she wanted desperately to see what else the mirror had in store for her. She quickly ran (in her clumsy own way) to lock the library doors and turn over the \"CLOSED\" sign. The dork quickened her pace as she heard gushing sounds of fellatio from the mirror.\n\nGlhlgg, glark, and enthusiastically wet joy billowed from the mirror. A filthy blowjob no doubt. Between the throat-testing thrusts the jocks were delivering, the mysterious bimbo delivered her next cock-pulse tease:\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\"Aww\\~ I'm getting so wet just thinking about her. Would you like that boys? I like Sandy, she's always the nastiest to me. She always says- 'You're the dirtiest, whorish, sluttiest bimbo of them all!\\~\". The little giggle that followed was a mixture of performative play, and genuinely, sexually broken bravado. A really life bratz doll. \n\nElaine found herself now sitting on the edge of the reading nook's occasional reading chair. Her hands slid down her jeans, and her breathy anticipation of the next depraved scene was palpable. She fucking loved this. She squeezed at her breasts and rubbed herself into a frenzy as she watched this plastic woman get put through her paces. Dueling cocks filled her mouth, spit and cum regularly dripping down her face, and plenty of the horny crowd would man-handle her into a new fuck-position. Elaine was building at a quivering pace. Her blood ran, and her heart pumped. Someone who must have been Sandy came on screen, dolled up but saw no attention from the men. Everyone's eyes was on this tacky, cock-breathed bimbo.\n\nSandy herself encouraged one of the crowd to fuck her - to stretch her ass and fuck her standing. Sandy was being railed just inches away from the cum-drunk bimbo, and was clearly all too happy to add to her whorish friends free-use session. With an eye-clenching moan, Sandy began to climax as she fingered herself over the bimbo. Her hand pounding into her red, wet pussy as she stood ready to squirt all over the slut below.\n\nThis hyper-pornographic scene was mirrored by Elaine's uncontainable desire to cum right fucking then. She would have rubbed a hole through her panties if she hadn't stripped them off, spreading her legs over the arms of the chair she laid in. She was feeling a depraved side of her she's never felt before, but had been lurking deep within her psyche.\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\"oh fuck oh fuck of fuck, I'm going to cum I'm going to cum!\" cried Sandy, as her ass-fucking partner pounded with a butt-bruising pace. Sandy threw her head back with a final scream of \"Take my fucking cum **Elaine** you dirty fucking whore. You're the sluttiest bimbo of them all Elaine, and you love it!!\"\n\nGrunts and moans erupted both in the mirror and from the library chair, as Elaine climaxed with a passion she had never hoped to achieve before passing out in a puddle of wet mess.."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A lesbian finds that her female friends always interpret everything she says and does as just friendly and platonic "gal pal" stuff, up to and including even when she literally has sex with them...
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"content": "\"Ugh, I wish I could find a decent guy,\" Maddie said like a fucking idiot as I kissed her neck as if my enthusiasm would finally prove convincing enough. \n\n\"You wouldn't even guess what Damian did,\" she continued, but of course I would--each guy was somehow worse than the last, dishonest, disloyal, sexually incompetent, etc-- to the point that I couldn't even stand to listen to her complaints anymore, especially when I had the far superior alternative of playing with her titties. \n\nAt first I felt them up over her bra before making short work of that, letting my tongue flicker against her newly liberated nipples as custom demanded. Maddie giggled and grinned down at me, losing her train of thought as she stroked my hair lovingly, like a--\n\n\"Roommates are way more important to me than guys, anyway,\" Maddie interrupted, while she lightly pushed my head downwards, encouraging me to know her more intimately. \"We should have a girls' night out, \" she added as I helped her slip out of her underwear. \n\n\"Maybe a girls' night in?\" I suggested as my hand walked along her inner thigh, gently persuading her to spread her legs for me. This was the part that always made her shy, as if she almost realized what we were actually doing but couldn't quite manage to admit it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] You've swapped her underwear with a special set that vibrates when it recieves a signal. Now that she's out and about it's time to turn them on.
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"content": "Mayor Barbra Phoenix could barely contain her excitement and pride as she prepared to enter the conference hall. Today was a big day. Newtown had been awarded as the safest city in America. She had the respectable reward of declaring the Defenders the city's official heroes. While some might point to the Defenders for tirelessly working to keep her city safe, Barbra liked to believe it was her mayoral administration was the one that separated Newtown from lawless anarchy. \n\nToday would have been perfect if it weren't for that call.\n\nDuring a talk show last week, a man named John Doe called in, asking her to strip and perform for the audience or there would be consequences. The caller had the gall to say her dancing in her underwear was him being polite. Needless to say, Barbra did no such thing, but the reactions around the mayor made her pause as the talk show host and audience laughed it off as if John made a cute joke.\n\nAnd the weirdness didn't stop there. Barbra asked the behind-the-scenes crew to search for the footage, but it was nowhere to be seen. It was as if it had never happened.\n\nIt was probably the stress of the job getting to her.\n\nAs she walked further inside the town hall, Mayor Phoenix could feel her confidence returning. She got this. Barbra opened the doors to the conference room, expected to be bombarded with questions, but her jaw dropped when she saw the room was filled with sexy models wearing nothing but lingerie. Had she picked the wrong room? Also, what were women in their underwear doing in her town hall? How could her deputy mayor allow this to happen on her watch?\n\nOf course, there was nothing wrong with what Barbra was seeing. Today was unusually hot, and those poor reporters must have been burning under their clothes. She would have joined them were she not the mayor. Making her way to the podium, Barbra saw her confused deputy mayor sitting on a man's lap. Odd how he was the only man in this room.\n\n\"Amy, why are the Defenders not here yet? My speech is about to start,\" Barbra said to her deputy mayor.\n\nGrinding her ass on the man's lap and building the rhythm, Amy spoke, \"Oh, um, Mr. John Doe said they'll be here later, and you should go right ahead.\"\n\nBarbra's mouth softened upon hearing the answer, her idly scratching her butt as the material tightened for some reason. Why did that name sound familiar?\n\nThe lingerie-clad ladies quieted their gossip talk as Mayor Phoenix took the stage. Since the wooden podium hid most of her front, Barbra scratched the front of her skirt. Her underwear was itching for some reason. Her eyes widened when she realized those in the front rows could see through the clear podium. What was she thinking?\n\n\"Apologizes.\" She straightened herself and cleared her throat. Get it together, Barbra. \n\n\"Good afternoon,\" she began, her voice ringing loud and clear. Something was calling for her attention from below her skirt. Focus. \"Today, we stand here to honor a group of individuals who have shown us what it means to be true heroes.\"\n\nAs she spoke, Mayor Phoenix's panties started to rumble. Her toes curled as her legs buckled. A soft mewl burrowed its way from her red lip. She tried to ignore the pleasure and continue speaking, but her panties had other plans.\n\nAn intense bliss shot through her, causing her to wince slightly. She paused momentarily to grab the podium. Barbra took a deep breath and continued speaking, her voice a little weaker than before. Where was this feeling coming from?\n\n\"The Defenders fought with every ounce of their bodies (mmm bodies) to protect our city from harm as they fought to keep the forces of evil at bay,\" she continued. \"They showed us that even in our darkest hour, hope is always coming.\" Something was coming alright.\n\nAnother wave of pleasure washed over her, and this time she had to pause longer, gritting her teeth. The lingerie crowd looked at her with concern and, for reasons unknown to them, arousal. However, Barbra managed to compose herself with warm breaths and continued as her free hand massaged her front. \n\n\"I am so grateful for their hard work, oh, so hard, and I know that all of you feel the same way,\" she said, her sultry voice faltering. She was practically hugging the podium as she felt her body turn to jello. \"Let us shower them the recognition they deserve and show our appreciation for their bravery.\"\n\nThat last innuendo was the point of no return as Mayor Phoenix let out a long groan. So unbecoming for a mayor.\n\nThe pleasure was too much for her mayoral professionalism to handle. Barbra doubled over, digging her hands inside her lacy panties. The audience gasped in shock as John laughed, enjoying both the show and the lap dance from the bimbo-fied deputy mayor. Some of the sexy girls rushed to her aid, but the mayor waved them off. She started this speech, and she'll damn well finish it.\n\nHer voice quavered with each word as her fingers worked to undermine her. \"As we move forward from this ordeal, let us never forget the sacrifice these heroes had made when they came in our hour of need.\" She gasped despite herself. \"Let us honor their service and commitment to our city by standing strong and firm in the face of adversity.\"\n\nWith a loud screech, Mayor Phoenix finally found her spot and came. That might have been the best speech ever if she said so herself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Audrey has been a well behaved honor student her whole life, but after graduating highschool the pressure from her over bearing parents finally causes her to snap. Tell me about this good girls long overdue act of rebellion.
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"content": "The Audacity of Audrey\n\nPart One: Valedictorian\n\n\"please everyone, another round of applause for our Valedictorian, Audrey Nguyen.\" Our principal said into the mic as I walked back to my seat.\n\nThe crowd gave their usual claps as I see my parents in their seats, the proud look in their eyes. I could feel my own anticipation building. This summer was going to be my summer. No more SAT/ACT prep courses, college entrance practice tests, water polo camps, music camps, NONE of that. I was finally free of my high school obligations.\n\nMy besties, Dani and Bree, and I had made plans to finally do all the things we've wanted to do but couldn't. Go camping, go to the water parks,take a road trip to Disney, etc. I had been putting aside money from my weekend job and tutoring to pay for it and I had about 3000 stached away after not spending any of it for the last year. It was our last hoorah, none of us could guarantee we'd see each other over the summers in-between college years, with internships, moving, it was a ton of stress and we didn't want to break promises. This summer was our summer.\n\nThe rest of the graduation went off like any other high school graduation. The students were tearful getting their diplomas from their favorite teacher, parents cheering watching their kids graduate, and siblings bored before and after their siblings name gets announced. The final diploma was given and the final speech read. We were finally free.\n\nOne Week Later.\n\n*I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE IT* I texted our group chat.\n\n*Wut???* - Dani\n\n*You good girlie??* - Bree\n\n*NO My fucking mom told me I can't go on the trips anymore. She found my envelope of money while snooping through my room and told me it was a waste to spend. FUCKING BULLSHIT* - Me\n\n*Bruh....* - Dani\n\n*You're a legal adult! Sue her!* - Bree\n\n*We've been planning this for months!*\n*She can't*\n*the fuck??* - Dani\n\n*I know! She just changed her fucking mind!* \n*I can't wait till college*\n*so over this family* - me\n\n*Well we can't go without you, that just feels wrong* - Bree\n\n*Just go, I feel guilty holding you two back* - me\n\n*Naw fuck that, this is our last summer, were spending it together!* - Dani\n\n*Well think of other things to do! Did your parents let you keep any of that money??* - Bree\n\n*Yeah, $200. Not enough to do shit*\n*I'll have to find a way to get more money*\n*Let's plan tomorrow, I can't think straight, I want to punch the wall* - me\n\n*We luv you!* - Bree\n\n*Stay strong girlie* - Dani\n\nI tossed my phone on the bed before screaming into my pillow. I knew my parents would pull something off like this, why'd I even bother trying? When I get super mad like this, one of two things happen. I blast angry music super loud and try to scream my lungs out. Or, I very angrily masturbate and let's just say, my dildo was looking VERY attractive right now. \n\nMy parents weren't home, after they took my money, they went to some corporate dinner for my dad's job so I could be as loud as I wanted to be. Dani was my best bitch, she was an a gender fluid slut who just loved to let loose. When we chatted about sex and my inexperience, she helped me get my first dildo. I have to hide it well cause my mom likes to snoop.\n\nI open my phone, turn on incognito and go to the first video on recommended. \n\n\"TINY CHICK GETS IMPALED BY HUGE COCK\" was the first one and it was good enough. When I get mad like this, I just want to go at it as fast as I can. I put a little lube on my dildo, slowly insert it, get a good rhythm going and eventually, I'm cranking it HARD. On the plus side to learning violin and playing tennis, my arm never gets tired. I came so hard, my body was shaking but I think that was the anger I hadn't fucked out of myself.\n\nI needed more, but I would need some help."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me any idea with a sleepy male victim
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"content": "I have a few ideas.\n\nAn overworked man has trouble sleeping and turns to a hypnotherapist for help. The therapist's techniques are unconventional and lewd, but quite effective, especially with someone so stressed and pent up.\n\nOn their way home late at night, a guy gets approached by a beautiful stranger. They eventually make their way to the club, where the stranger slips roofies in their drink.\n\nA hiker gets lost following a fragrant odor. He finds the source is a garden in a secluded cottage. He is invited inside for some tea that is definitely not spiked with something."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You ignored all the hints from the girls who were interested in you. Annoyed, Lust herself appears to take your virginity.
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"content": "(I tried to go for something comedic yet cute, hope you don't mind OP!)\n\n\"You mean not even Lillith could convince them!?\" Lust gawked from her seat at the table in her cozy little open kitchen, dressed in a simple spaghetti strap summer dress that hinted at her curves and left her bangled arms bare. One hand passed over her short loc mohawk while her deep brown, bronze toned face said it all, she was floored, flummoxed.\n \nAbsolutely flabbergasted.\n\nSaid woman nodded from a chair over. Dark skin, golden undertones and short cut curls absolutely glowing against her sporty top and short shorts, which hugged her lithe and toned figure comfortably. Chin in hand, tea in the other and positively pouting. \"S'kinda impressive honestly, I ain't even mad.\" Even as she spoke Lillith couldn't help but snort amused, recollecting the encounters as she shrugged from under her massive sunhat and took a sip. \n\nAs someone who's often deemed one of the most famous personifications of Lust, even if that's not a title she conjured up herself, she knew it wasn't personal. Besides, she was not one to force herself on others -being someone who fought tooth and nail for personal sexual freedom and autonomy for feminine people, to the point that a certain damned church launched an annoyingly neverending smear campaign against her for it, what would it say if she turned around and did the one very thing she herself had gone to war for?\n\nAnother woman with a quite curvy figure hummed her agreement from behind her lemonade. Dressed in a smaller hat, flared pants and a flowing gossamer scarf with skin even darker than Lillith's, with copper undertones. Her sheer, flowing blouse was held together by a single button and her lacy top underneath threatened to spill over when she leaned to rest her plump elbows on the table. She swept her long locs back and gestured excitedly as she spoke. \"Yup, I tried to get thier attention last week and lemme tell ya, *total* woosh!\" She laughed even harder alongside her sister Lillith upon seeing Lust's face go from flabbergast to just aghast. \n\n\"You mean *you, Aphrodite, the goddess of* **love**, couldn't get thier attention either?!\" Lust slowly sank into her seat, her face the look of a thousand-yard stare into nowhere. She swear she saw the abyss blinking back at her, all the while quietly, shakenly, muttering \"W-What the hell is this sorcery?!\"\n\nAphrodite of course was absolutely cracking up while Lillith snapped a selfie \"For the memes\", which only got her sister to practically slump onto the table in peals of giggles.\n\nThis faffery went on for about a minute more, until Lust finally snapped out of her stupor and shot up from the table, the force of her palms rattling the spoons next to her empty bowl of summer pasta. \"Well that tears it!\" She announced with a fire in her eyes. The two sisters shared a look and a grin with each other, knowing all too well what that meant. Where Lust saw a challenge, she seldom backed down. \"There's no way they can't fall head over heels for *me*! Just wait, i'm gonna get them totally swooning by the end of the summer, *or my name isn't* **Lust** *herself*!\" She proudly declared before she bustled about, grabbing her crossbody bag and magically perfumed shawl before dashing for the door. \"Wish me luck!\"\n\n\"Go get'em!\" Aphrodite cheered her eldest sister from the sink, \n\"Keep us updated!\" Lillith chuckled, waving her sibling from the fridge, cherry pie in hand.\n\nLust gave her sisters a thumbs up and a cheeky wink, and with that she was out the door.\n\nOperation Oto-meet-cute was in full swing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A recently disgraced orc girl and a disgrunteld femboy mage meets up in a dive bar
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"content": "*\"Piss off\"*\n\nKali huffed, upending her flagon and almost spilling the liquor over her face, setting it down with a huff and glaring at the mage sitting opposite her. She had far too much to deal with, between the clan's bullshit and getting set up by the guilds, to put up with this namby pamby little mage before her.\n\n*\"Ah come onnnn, lay upon me those woes of yours\\~\"*, giggled the Mage, crossing his legs and leaning forward playfully. Dressed in attire not unlike that from the east, the most notable feature of this strange mage was the presence of a Third Eye upon his forehead, glimmering in hues of red in contrast to his amber eyes. Black hair stood atop his head in a bit of a curly mess. She could see a bizarre looking symbol etched into his face and shoulder between the fabrics and brass chain piercings that adorned his body, though she cared far too little to make sense of any of them\n\n*\"Why the hell do you care, kid?\"* She asked, snapping almost\n\n*\"I'm bored\\~\"*, he smiled, a shit eating grin as he sat back, *\"And I know you're gonna have an entertaining story\\~\"*\n\n*\"You mean a story like the one where I break both your knees and chuck you in a latrine?\"* She asked, rather pointedly... Only to be received by giggles and laughter from the bizarre little Mage\n\n*\"Funnily enough, i've heard threats like those a lot, but they've never gone through with them\"*, he hummed, gently rolling the ornate, wooden staff back and forth along his lap, *\"Tell you what. I'll buy you another drink\\~\"*. Smug little shit...\n\n*\"Fine, big flagon of 45% then, shitlips\"*, she said, sitting back, *\"I'll tell you my tale after\"*. He smiled, glancing towards a barmaid and relaying the order. She was rather surprised at how quickly he'd spend on an expensive drink like that, just to hear a story... But she cared little for it. Free drink is a free drink. When it arrived, she took the flagon and raised it to her lips, taking a few mouthfuls and wincing as the bite struck her.\n\n*\"So?\\~\"* He asked, leaning closer with a smirk, *\"Feel like airing things out?\\~\"*. She set the flagon down and wiped her lips with her sleeve, glancing towards him with a smirk\n\n*\"Clan wanted me to prove myself in a guild mission, got set up for failure by the major guilds, barely made it back alive and not with a coin of compensation\"*, she said, rather simply, *\"So ends my long, sad tale, and the waste of money you just went through, genius\"*. She snickered softly, taking another swig\n\n*\"Sounds pretty rough, not much more to it?\"* He asked, chuckling a little, *\"Disappointing\"*\n\n*\"Sorry my bullshit tale hasn't got much to it, you'll have to find your entertainment elsewhere\"*, she hummed, gently shaking the flagon with a smile, *\"Thanks for the beer, bitch\\~\"*\n\n*\"Shame it's a little watered down then, hey?\\~\"* He giggled, winking. She paused for a moment, taking another swig... Oh this little shit... He was giggling more as she realized, transitioning slowly into laughter\n\n*\"Little fucker!\"* She growled, narrowing her eyes. He merely shot her a cute grin, as his third eye glimmered softly\n\n*\"What's the matter? Gonna punish me?\\~\"* He asked, narrowing his eyes in return, *\"I bet you got some stress to work out\\~\"*\n\nHer hands tightened around the flagon, as she looked at it, and back at him... Before raising it up to her lips and downing it in one. She set down a key on the table\n\n*\"Upstairs, room 3, 5 minutes\"*, she said, reaching over the table and grabbing him by the collar, *\"Got that?\"*\n\n*\"Yes ma'am\\~\"*, he giggled, darting his head close and pecking her cheek. With that, she released him, letting him take the key and moving upstairs. She chuckled as she watched the bastard walk up the stairs, sitting back and gently rolling her neck. She had a lot of stress to work out...\n\n\\----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nJust putting this out before I have to go to work, i'll see about continuing afterwards"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My girlfriend was offered as a virgin sacrifice. I've doomed us all.
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"content": "\"Honestly, I didn't know.\" I shrugged my bare shoulders as I looked up at *Privin'ui*, the island fire goddess. \n\nHer eyes, bright as the sun, narrowed. The ground shook and my fellow, prostrate villagers rolled around like marbles. Hot air whistled through the palm trees and it carried her voice: \"Really now, you expect me to believe that?\"\n\n\"She's telling the truth!\" my boyfriend shouted. \"I heard… my brother once said… a fisherman once told me-\"\n\n\"SILENCE!\" *Privin'ui*'s obsidian breasts oozed with molten lava and a flare nearly incinerated the village chief. \"Tell me, what did you do?\"\n\nIt felt awkward, telling a goddess how one night, I had given my boyfriend a handjob while I played with my clit. It was extra awkward when I tried to do the hand motions but forgot my wrists were tied to a post. Noticing my struggles, the goddess spat a little bit of lava that burned away the rope. I fell to my knees. \n\n\"And then, I let him fuck my armpit.\" Both the *Privin'ui* and the villagers collectively groaned. \"No no, it's fine! We used a little coconut oil,\" I said, rubbing the pussy I made with my arm close to my side. I glared at my boyfriend. \"Come on, help me show her!\"\n\nI tore off his grass skirt and sucked his limp cock. \n\n\"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU\"RE DOING?\" *Privin'ui* bellowed.\n\n\"This doesn't count, does it? I mean it's just to get him hard, I'm not trying to get him off.\"\n\n\"...Well, I suppose…\"\n\nI took his hard wet cock and gripped it in my pit. I could feel him trembling as he thrusted into the tight gap. \n\nMy boyfriend pumped faster but it felt like it was out of fear. \"See? Is this some real virgin shit or what?\"\n\nIf it were possible for a fire goddess to blush, *Privin'ui* was doing it. She raised her hand and flames shot from her fingertips. \"Enough. Fine. She's virginal enou-\"\n\n\"I mean it's not like my ex who used to fuck me in the ass.\" \n\n*Privin'ui* roared. She picked us both up, one in each hand and the heat made my body sweat. \"You,\" she said, looking at me, \"you are no virgin.\"\n\nHer gaze turned to my boyfriend. \"Have you dipped your cock inside another person and given them your seed?\"\n\nHis face turned bright red. \"I… maybe?\"\n\nThe goddess, satisfied in finding a virgin, crushed him in her fiery hand. *Privin'ui* sank back into the ground. As the rumbling subsided, I looked at the young men staring at my sweaty naked form. \n\nI flashed a smile. \"Anyone need an excuse to get out of next year's sacrifice?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] The begginings of a harem.
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"content": "Fauna and Viv chuckled, gaining glares from Riko. “The mutton smells amazing,” Viv said with a hand on Zabby’s back. She paused hovering over the seat at the head of the table, she stood and coughed, “Um, Adam,” and gestured to the seat.\r \nHe was still figuring her out, but decided to pat her on the shoulder, “Thanks.”\r \n“You’re welcome.” Viv and Zabby sat to his left, Riko and Fauna on his right.\r \nThe four of them watched, waiting, “Is everything okay?” he asked.\r \nZabby spoke first, “Some of our heads have liked taking first bite.”\r \n“Others liked saying grace,” Fauna toyed with their napkin.\r \n“They’re really just waiting to see if I poisoned the food,” Riko grinned.\r \n“There is always some growing pains with a new head,” Viv cut in.\r \n“How many heads have you had?” Adam said, slicing off his first bite. The meat melted in his mouth, “Mmm, Riko this is amazing.”\r \n“Thanks, sir,” Riko beamed.\r \nEveryone moved to start eating. “Too many, unfortunately,” Viv sighed.\r \n“None have lasted long since Dick,” Riko sighed, cutting through her meat. “Zabby, where did you get those?”\r \n“The fridge, you forgot to put them out,” the redhead said with her fingers in a pickle jar.\r \n“I didn’t forget, they don’t go with tonight’s meal,” Riko set her utensils down, and reached across the table for the jar.\r \nZabby pulled the pickles away, a bit of juice sloshed over the rim and down her wrist. She licked it before resorting to her napkin. “Will you two stop,” Viv said.\r \n“Who’s Dick?” Adam asked.\r \nViv sipped her wine, “Richard Coleman was my husband, and the first head of our harem.”\r \nThe women’s faces all dropped a little. Adam wasn’t sure how to move forward. Fauna broke the silence, “Covid,” their voice barely a whisper.\r \n“I’m sorry,” Adam said reaching out and taking Viv and Riko’s hands, they proceeded to take Zabby and Fauna’s hands in turn.\r \nViv sniffled, “Anyway, I stepped up as head for a while. Kept us all going, until we were ready to date.”\r \n“Love you, Viv,” Zabby leaned over onto her shoulder.\r \n“Love you,” Fauna squeaked.\r \nRiko coughed, and under her breath said, “Love you.”\r \n“What was that Riko?” Viv teased.\r \nRiko stuck her tongue, “Whatever, just eat your poison already.” She stabbed a green bean pushing it in her mouth.\r \nViv continued her story, “For one reason or another, the new heads left, or we had to dump them.” Adam took note that he could still be dumped.\r \n“Riko was most of the reasons,” Zabby bit into another pickle.\r \n“Hey!”\r \nViv rested her hand on Zabby’s shoulder, “Quit it.”\r \n“Thank you,” Riko said, sticking her tongue out at Zabby.\r \n“After all we don’t need a reminder of how many heads Riko has scared off,” Viv said.\r \nRiko gasped, “Hey!” She pouted, “I take back my love you.”\r \nViv reached across the table, “Oh no you don’t, we love you Riko.” Riko took Viv’s hand, “If those heads couldn’t handle you, they don’t deserve any of us.” Fauna rested their head on her shoulder.\r \n“Fine, I love you all,” Riko said, freezing and glancing to Adam.\r \nAdam chuckled, “Don’t worry, I know what you meant. We barely know each other.” Riko relaxed, “But I do love this mutton. I think you may have gotten off easy for stealing it during our date.”\r \nRiko stiffened, “Well, to be fair Julio made that one, so it wasn’t nearly as good as this.”\r \n“So Adam, the girls have told me a lot about you, but I’m sure they haven’t told you much about me. So do you have any questions?” Viv asked while cutting her meat.\r \n“Oh, um, I guess what do you do for a living? It’s got to be something fancy to afford everything.”\r \nViv laughed, “I am CEO and founder of Coleman Industries.”\r \n“Wow,” Adam said.\r \n“Right?” Riko cut in, “Viv’s a boss bitch. And she gets that bag, so that Fauna doesn’t starve as an artist, not that they actually eat anything.”\r \n“Riko!” Fauna howled.\r \nAdam smiled, “I guess the other big curiosity is how you all met. How the harem came to be.”\r \nViv wiped her mouth, “Well, Coleman Industries was established and doing very well. Richard and I were set, but there was this feeling like something was missing. Then we saw this documentary about polyamory and well it kind of clicked. So we started looking for a third.”\r \n“We dated a little, had a couple threesomes, but we were looking for something longer term. That’s when we found Zabby, aka Ginger\\_Deep,” Viv continued.\r \n“Ginger Deep?” Adam turned to Zabby.\r \n“I was a camgirl, and I couldn’t ignore it when Viv and Richard made a big, and I mean big, donation. We met up and really hit it off.”\r \nAdam said, “A camgirl, huh?”\r \n“You should see her OnlyViews now,” Fauna took a small bite of the food.\r \n“Oooh yes, I’ll get you a subscription after dinner,” Zabby beamed.\r \n“Who was next?” Adam looked to Fauna and Riko.\r \nViv continued, “It was what their 3rd year at State Art Institute, where we went to an art show that featured our very own Fauna Gray. Zabby and Richard fell in love with one of their pieces,” Viv pointed to a painting on the wall. It had a shattered mirror effect where different shards showed masculine and feminine views of the same person. “They weren’t going to sell it, but they revealed that due to,” Viv coughed, “Um, family reasons, they were going to be dropping out at the end of semester. Richard offered to pay their tuition for the rest of their schooling for the painting. Luckily the relationship didn’t end there and eventually they joined us.”\r \n“Which just leaves Riko?” Adam suggested.\r \n“Well, of those of us still in the harem. We had a couple others who joined and left, but yes, Riko was the last of us. Zabby had just graduated and Fauna was on summer break before their last year, Richard took us out for a celebratory dinner. He wanted to compliment the chef,” Viv said, Adam smiled knowing that Riko was obviously talented. “So the head chef came out, followed by a very high strung sous chef. Evidently him taking credit was the last straw for the sous that had ‘been running the whole damn kitchen for months.’”\r \n“He got off easy, I should’ve stabbed the mother fucker,” Riko growled, her fork stabbing into her mutton.\r \n“Needless to say, Riko was fired that night. But Richard took a liking to her, and by the end of summer we were shopping for locations to open our very own restaurant.”\r \nBy the end of the story, they were all mostly done with their meal. “Did the girls give you a house tour?” Viv asked.\r \n“No, we just played Smash, and Riko was cooking. I would love to see the place though.”\r \nViv lead the tour. Adam had already seen the living room and dining room. Riko affectionately called the kitchen, ‘her baby.’ It was huge, but he expected as much. It was dark so they only pointed out the back towards the huge yard, pool, and a shed that was Fauna’s art studio. Adam saw the hot tub, and imagined the 4 beautiful ladies at his side.\r \nThey visited the bedrooms one after another. Fauna’s room could’ve been mistaken for that of a teenage girl, pink and sky blue, posters on the wall, a pile of stuffed animals in the corner and overflowing to their bed. “You should’ve seen the mess yesterday,” Riko teased, earning a squeal of “Riko!” from Fauna.\r \nRiko’s room was very minimalist. Clean surfaces with a few touches of warmth. A painting on the wall with Fauna’s signature was of Riko’s nude back turned to the room, Italian and Japanese flags circled around where she sat. Adam also noticed the metal rings secured to her bedposts, and a wardrobe that when opened revealed a variety of impact toys.\r \nWhile Fauna’s room could’ve been mistaken for a teenage girls, Zabby’s room could’ve easily belonged to a teenage boy. Her desk littered with Dr. Pepper cans, a stack of used plates and utensils, and glowing LED lights around her computers. “This one is for my Twitch, and this one is for my OnlyViews,” Zabby pointed to the two separate setups. Another Fauna painting was hung on the wall, this time of a naked Zabby laid out on her bed, someone’s head between her legs."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The Tiefling thief of the party recently got an interesting piece of loot: the Choker of the Unseen. It made her invisible, but was cursed. She had to be nude, save for the choker and she couldn't take it off.
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"content": "A headache pangs in Delilah's head forcing her to clutch her temple just below her horns. Cerulean blue skin covered by brown leathers, purple hair tied in a tiara that nearly falls off as she braces the wall of this alleyway. \"Careful dear!\" the older human in tan robes says as he casts *cure wounds* to alleviate his friends pain. \n\nThe pain washing away Delilah gives a cheeky thumbs up with a smile before another wave of torture radiants from her most recent magic item. \n\n\"Love I told ya that shit was curse, ya daft cunt\" the dwarf blood stained chest plate says not so subtly rubbing her greed in her face. \n\n\"Fuck you! I don't see you're ass volunteering to check out the weird sex spider, fucker stripped the peasant before it laid it's eggs in it. what the fuck was that?\" She says playing the memory back in her head...hmm she *did* take this item off that mangled corpse...maybe it's poisoned is what she thinks to herself before another bead of pain kicks in. \"AHHHH\" she squeals in pain which causes genuine concern from the Dwarf who is clearly done bragging. \"Lets get her to a fucking mage NOW, Baldly you keep casting heals on her and lizard-fuck, you help me carry them!\". \n \nWordlessly the towering Dragonborn dressed in scraps of hides goes to his suffering companion and gently princess carries her towards the nearest house of magic. \"Fuking show off\" the Dwarf says slapping his ass only to cause more pain to himself than his target. \"..That's not even fair...\" he says a tear in his eye as the rest of the crew dutifully follows along. \n\nThe bell chimes of a new customer to which the **extremely** elderly Halfling shouts \"Oh come in come in, I have a sale on wand and othe-\" \"Oi cut the shit old fuck, our friend is cursed!\" the dwarf says interrupting him both though clearly out of breath as he holds the door for the rest of his party. Quickly making his way inside the dragonborn presents his cursed companion to the enchanter a bit uneasy unsure exactly what more they can do. \"Oh my what seems to be the problem\" as the old timer adjusts his **thick** glasses. The balding human steps beside his friends \"Well our friend seemingly is under the effect of a cursed item, we've tried to tell her to wait however...it got the better of her this time....\" \n\nSeething for multiple reasons now Delilah looks towards the Old halfling in pain and points to choker. \"Oh..oh dear indeed\" the aged enchanter says as he gets on the desk itself to lean closer at such a unique and powerful artifact. Another wave of pain forces a convulsion of agony in Delilah which makes enchanter *quite aware* of his proximity to her sizable bust. \"Oh ah yes...one moment\" he says snapping back to reality as he fiddles with a box near by and pulls out a small crystal he uses to peer at the object. \n\n\"Oh yes....this device is one of legend...a *Choker of the unseen*..immensely powerful...though utterly cursed\" the old man says with a bit of a blush as he gets engrossed in the enchantment. \"No shit ol' bastard\" the Dwarf says pulling out his mace angrily. Nervous but for a different reason the man keeps reading. \"To fully attune one must *Lay bare what they wear*..\" the man says jumping behind his desk hoping the dwarf doesn't hit him. \n\n\"Uh put me down Pultano, I got this...\" Delilah says with gritted teeth as she intently starts disrobing. Feeling awkward both the Dragonborn and the human cleric turn leaving just the dwarf and the elderly halfling to witness the visual treat. With every garment removed the pain gets lesser and lesser until it's finally gone. Sighing in relief and finally able to compose herself Delilah quickly realizes she stands in the middle of this shop nude save the pedant she wears on her neck her hair falling behind her shoulders and horns free from the tiara which held it in place. \n\nSeeing her dwarf companion and the shopkeeper staring at her amazing proportions and rather toned physique causes Delilah to blush as she attempts to cover herself. No sooner as she attempts to hide her nudity does the pain return forcing her to drop the feeble attempt at modesty. Her breasts and crotch once again on full view the Dwarf and Halfling are again lost in a lustful gaze. Putting a hand on one of her hips she extends her leg as she forcibly makes eye contact with the enchanter flipping off the Dwarf in the process. \"Are you guys done staring at my tits or can you help me get this thing off?\" she says with palpable annoyance though unintentionally jiggles her breasts to the delight of the audience.\n\nHaving closed his eyes out of respect until now Pultano opens them one again only to realize he is standing before a gleaming mirror of a shield most likely used to fight gorgons. In the reflection he sees his leaders untied hair though more notably her dumb truck of an ass. \"**Damn**\" the usually quiet barbarian of the group says clearly admiring Delilah's butt through the reflecting shield. \n\n\"For the love of the platinum father, am I the only man here with a shred of honor?\" The older human says walking over to the dwarf and forcefully covering his face and snaps his fingers with his other hand causing *darkness* to fill the chamber. \"Ah much better, thank you Saiben\" Delilah says bowing to him in the darkness glad there is no pain associated with this at least. Back to her usual level of confidence and with some righteous anger she turns towards the counter \"Ok perverted shopkeeper, how the fuck do I get it off now that you aren't too busy looking at my boobs?\" as her hands slam on the table for emphasis. \n\nStammering as he looks around hoping to find something in the void the shop keeper cowers clearly a bit guilty. \"I'm sorry! So sorry!...uh let me see..\" the old enchanter says stroking his beard as he thinks of some alternative way of examining the item. \"Oh I've got it! If I can merely touch the item and feel the runes I can maybe help you unequip it!\" he says excitedly reaching out only to *accidently* touch part of her breasts. \"O-Oh my...\" he says his small hand squeezing her chest before Delilah shoves him away.\n\nStanding up straight and looking back towards her companions \"What did you guys bring me to the most perverted magic shop in town?\" she says looking around the shop half expecting there to be magic dildos and other goods. As the men in the room collect themselves Delilah explores a bit as her roguish instincts urge her to pocket the goods on display...but if only she had pockets. \n\nAs Delilah stretches and mildly enjoys being the only one able to see she notices her older human companion staring off as he contains the perverted dwarfs sight in his grasp. \"Oi let me go, just wanna a little peek...just part your fingers a bit\" he as he starts fighting with more resistance. \"Balon if you keep this up I won't cure you the next time you get a *love disease*\" he says coldly as he shakes his head disappointedly causing Delilah to stifle a giggle. \"My fair lady my magic isn't infinite and this spell won't last forever, so unless you want to streak to the nearest other magic shop how about you let the old man work.\" Saiben says looking in the direction of the laughter. \n\nFinally acknowledging this being her fuck up first and foremost Delilah rests her arms behind her head out of frustration as she bounces over to counter top once again. Leaning forward nearly bending over it she says \"Ok touch *just the necklace* this time please?\". A moment passes as she considers just how slutty this pose she adopted would appear though with the darkness persisting that thought fades from her mind. \n\nVery slowly and carefully the halfling reaches forward until Delilah places his hands on the choker directly. \"O-oh ah yeah there we go\" he mumbles as he starts feeling the script of the enchantment. Though old and not attractive in the slightest the passion displayed as he decrypts runes and other magical inscriptions with just his finger tips starts arousing her as she remains in her uncharacteristically submissive position. Her mind wandering as she waits her tail which usually remains tucked in tight beside her starts twirling in the air as she wonder what would happen if Saiben loosen his grip and let Balon see her like this. Delilah figures he would get a great look at her large ass *however* if she spread her legs a bit he'd get an even better look at her exposed holes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Bella grows a dick during full moons that only dissappear after she fucks a guy's ass.
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"content": "Every month or so Bella disappears for a night or two and no one really knows why or where she goes. It's been like that since she was 19. She doesn't know from where the curse came or why but she learned to deal with it.\n\nThe door opened and they both went in. Frank was all over Bella as soon as the door closed. Making out while grabbing her ass and playing with it. He was so drunk he barely knew what he was doing, he just did as it felt right. Not every night one has such a sexy lady come to him and buy him a drink. \n\nAfter some talking and a couple more shots, she whispered in his ear and suggested to get a room he took her to the fanciest hotel around. He was truly having a lucky night.\n\nAfter both had lost their shirts and he had the chance to play with her breasts for a while she pushed him and he fell over the bed. She then looked at her purse and from there she pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a tube of lube\n-You like kinky huh?- he said as she climbed the bed and crawled over him, handcuffing him to headboard and giving him a bit of a chance of sucking on her tits a bit more. \n\nShe then pulled his pants down and left him completely naked. And turned off the lights, leaving the room only lit by the fool moon trough the window. She went down and grabbed his cock. Stroking it and feeling it get hard on her hand. That's when she opened her mouth and went down on him. Giving his cock a massage that made Frank feel like he was in heaven. \n\nAfter some time she let his cock go. Frank was so drunk and the room so dark, that he had no idea what was going on but he saw the silhouette of Bella letting her baggy jeans fall on the floor and walking towards him. He then felt her touch again as she moved his legs and opened them. She got close and the next thing he felt was her dropping a thick and heavy cock over his making a thump sound. \"What?\" He thought to himself. Bella took that heavy cock and started stroking it while applying the lube on it. Frank wasn't sure of what was going on but even though he started getting a bit nervous he was also pretty intrigued. \n\nHer soft hand grabbed his hips and that's when he felt it. It was that heavy cock, slowly pushing in. He groaned as he felt her stretching his ass. -hey what the fuck?!- he said confused and then kept saying it for some time. But he never said stop. He clenched his teeth as he felt every inch going inside of him. He found himself without being able to move his arms. But his legs were free. He could very well make her stop. But he didn't.\n\n-That's it.- She said as soon as her whole dick had disappeared inside of frank. -You're taking it like a champ- she said with a tender voice. Frank felt good hearing this. And then she slowly started pulling her cock out of him just to stop right before pulling out the tip, and then she started pushing in again. And she kept repeating this while gaining momentum. He bit his lip but after some time he couldn't hold it and he started moaning with each thrust she gave. His rock hard cock pointing up and swinging back and forth with each movement. She moaned as well of course. \n\nTime passed and she could feel as if she would not hold any longer. And leaned over him, rubbing her belly against his cock as she pumped him. He let out a loud moan and couldn't avoid to release a fat load of cum that got all over her belly and her tits. And of course over him as well. And after feeling this she got to her limit as well. And she gave three hard thrusts, going all the way in and slamming her balls against his ass before shooting and filling him with a month's worth of cum. She kept pumping until she felt empty and finally fell over him to catch her breath. \n\nThe two of them were exhausted. She managed to uncuff him right before she fell asleep in his arms, and he would be passing out shortly after that.\n\nHe woke up the next morning without an idea of what happened last night. Trying to figure it out when suddenly she came out from the bathroom completely naked after taking a bath. \n-ready for round two- she said. Still without remembering Frank had a pretty good idea of what happened now. He was still missing and important detail. But it didn't matter. She sat down on the bed and he quickly moved to turn her an opened her legs to start eating her pussy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] No matter how unlikely it seemed, a knight found her succubus lineage constantly coming into play despite her efforts at being a prim and proper paladin...
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"content": "#Tarliah Gerdt: Task(s) Failed Successfully.\n\n*[Part 1 of X, please provide feedback]*\n\n*\"Paladin Tarliah? HEY, w a k e up!\"* Came a familiar voice, startling her awake. Tarliah sputtered a hasty, *\"Huh- Wha- I'M UP, fuck, hello Jeel, we there already?\"* Her long-time family butler Jeel raised his eyebrow, nodding sarcastically before replying, *\"Yes M'lady, be sure to watch your head in doorways, and ESPECIALLY when running. Take care.\"* Tarliah did a mocking curtsy to Jeel before stepping out onto the embarkation deck of the airship. The sprawling City-State known as Tel Saviive was the commerce and cultural melting hub of the world, perfectly positioned to overlap onto multiple countries' borders and wildly different biomes. Tarliah has been sent here by her parents to adventure and gain experience. As Tarliah descended down the rail and into the eastern outskirts of Tel Saviive many people stared at her in awe. It's not every day a 9' 8\" person in beautiful rose pink and gold trimmed half-plate with an Ultra-Greathammer Bell arrives. It didn't help that Tarliah had the perfect bodily blend between super-soldier and caked up MILF, all thanks to her succubus mother and giant father. To top it all off, she was a demigod, an incredibly powerful, but still mortal being. Tarliah wasn't bothered by the staring as she wandered the streets, but the amount of nosebleeds and blushing was new to her.\n\nThen again back at home she didn't stand out. Tarliah's armor was a masterwork, art even, but practical instead of slutty; Yet she filled out the armor juuuust right, even through the fauld and chainmail under-armor. Her helmet bore a Keshiliac Spartan-like design for the visor, allowing *some* of her face to be seen; But her eyes, Tarliah's irises were like the starry night sky dipped in violet hues. She was a poster-paladin for the *Order of The Rose*, famed for its three pillars of Mercy, Selflessness, and Love. Even her bubblegum pink skin, *a biproduct of her succubus genetics/lineage*, captured the order's essence. Eventually though Tarliah found an inn halfway between the inner city and outskirts called *The Genie's Peak Inn*. She hit her head on the doorway stepping inside, but the pleasant aroma and pagoda-templar hybrid style of the place was appealing to her. Tarliah gave a dignified greeting to the inattentive Lamia innkeeper. He pushed in his reading glasses, giving a unenthusiastic generic greeting; But his mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged out in shock as he finally looked up at her.\n\nTarliah squinted at him wordlessly for some moments, hands on her hip, before cooly asking, *\"Tell me good sir, what rooms, nourishment and services do you offer?\"* He apologized, initially stammering out, *\"I- ah- WE have small, medium, communal, large, jumbo and premium rooms. Then for food we have various sushi, Edigems, your classical mutton or lamb roast, Frenhc Bread or Flatbread, fruit salads, veggie salads, Gardolian Stir-Fry, Elemental Foods, Gigo-Grubs on a stick, an entire separate menu for alcohols/wines, or this evening's special Clam Chowder Soup. Now for additional services we have the public AND private bathhouse, a 'special' masseuse, and Nerd Rage Cage Boxing. What would you like, if anything Ma'am?\"* Tarliah couldn't help herself from loudly sucking in air through her nostrils, flaring them as her mind dropkicked her with bathhouse fantasies. With a controlled exhale Tarliah asked the innkeeper for the menu of drinks, perusing it before she made up her mind far quicker than the innkeeper was expecting. Stoically she said, *\"Thank youuuuu {Squint} Innkeeper Seleth, I will take one of your fine establishment's communal rooms, a loaf of Frenhc Bread with a little bowl of melted butter if you have it, an entire bottle of Gebrichi Cherry Vodka, annnd access to the public bathhouse. How much will I owe you dear innkeeper?\"*\n\n79 gold, and 42 silver pieces later Paladin Tarliah Gerdt was full, and tipsy, but not drunk. Sure the bottle was empty but she was a demigod with a Mountain Giant for a dad, she could drink quite a bit. Tarliah went to her communal room around eight in the evening, seeing four beds ranging from small to big enough, with the largest bed having no belongings placed about to indicate someone has claimed it. She placed her huge satchel next to her bed, confident nobody would touch her stuff; For unbeknownst to any would be thief she has a pet mimic in her satchel, and a special rune or two on her weapon and armor juuust for thieves. As she doffed her armor and weapon Tarliah convinced herself she was only taking a bath, nothing more. With a half stoic, half casual walk she entered the changing room, undressing but pausing with the bath towel in hand. A *'Geeeez'* escaped Tarliah as she looked in the body mirror at her own breasts. They were H-Cups with purple nipples, yet fully round, and already hard for no reason. Eventually she wrapped the extra-large towel around herself, picked out a fresh lavender bar of soap, then hunched through the two curtained doorways into the bathhouse.\n\nThe bathhouse was a big rectangular room with 9 square baths, of which all but one were empty. A regular human, a slightly fluffy guy was staring at the ceiling zoning out, in the hot water, all squeaky clean. She didn't mind really, but quite fancied the corner baths usually. Choosing the back right corner's bath she dipped her big toe into the water, pleased with the heat. Gingerly Tarliah opened up her towel all prim and proper, even folding it before placing it on a small clean wooden tray. She stepped into the bath, and began undoing her long, braided red hair. The spaced out guy finally looked to his left, almost screaming falsetto in surprise, but the majestic sight of Paladin Tarliah's muscular yet curvy form took the breath out of him. He knew he shouldn't stare as she hummed quietly to herself, but Gods even her voice was rich and deep! The dude never had such a titanium hard erection before, blushing as his anxiety rose; But he couldn't look away!! By mid-lather she noticed him staring, briefly freezing, for with her height and enhanced vision she could easily see his shaft below the water.\n\nResuming her lathering Tarliah started humming again, but watched him from the corner of her eyes. The guy had noticed her half-second freeze, looking away in visible embarrassment. She found his embarrassment and soft demeanor to be cute; Yet she still occasionally looked at his member, especially given it was the first dick she's ever seen outside of a a few books on anatomy. It wasn't even huge, just average in size, kinda adorable in a way. Tarliah was starting to blush, knowing it wasn't paladin-like to want to touch him, but she was getting turned on. Not long after she finished lathering she sat down, sinking up to her abs, and leaned head down towards the water to start washing her hair. Soon after Tarliah sank down to her neck, and sighed. The two inevitably started staring at one another with both now head level. Within minutes the two had scooted to the edges of their' respective baths, faces only a foot away from one another, both blushing. Tarliah made the first move, suddenly leaning over to the man and kissing him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The app seemed almost supernaturally good at reading people's hidden kinks. But, it was a shock to everyone, most of all her, when it listed free use and clothed sex as her deepest desires...
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"content": "“Ok, ok! It’s Kelly’s turn,” my best friend Megan said as she tried to control her laughter. We had just found out that six four Brian loved getting dominated by tiny women. The size comparison remarks had everyone in tears.\n\r\n“No! No,” I protested as I tried not to take the phone being handed to me. “I don’t have any kinks!”\n\r\n“I call bullshit!” Tina giggled. She was sitting across the kitchen island from me, snuggled up against her boyfriend Greg, who was standing behind her. He had his arm draped over her shoulder. “Everyone has a kink!”\n\r\n“Good girl,” Greg praised. The app had predicted that Tina had a praise kink and by her reactions every time someone praised her, it was true. Right now she was glowing from her boyfriend’s petting.\n\r\n“Hmmphyr getr,” Emily tried to say, causing everyone around the table to bust up laughing again. \n\r\n“Well said!” Megan said, wiping the drool off Emily’s chin. Not that her chin was covered by more drool two seconds later. A ball gage in one's mouth tended to do that. Emily, the app predicted was a submissive slut. It turned out it was right. It explained the black choker she always wore. Turns out it was her slave collar. After being outed by the app, her mistress, Megan whipped out a leash and attached it to the collar. Then she pulled a ball gage out of her purse and strapped it around her sub Emily’s mouth. \n\r\nNow apparently it was my turn. This app, Dan had found, had an eerily supernatural way of predicting the users kink. I was scared of what it would say mine was. For the life of me I couldn’t say that I had one or not, but as I looked around the kitchen to the group of friends gathered here, I knew I wasn’t going to get out of trying it.\n\r\nI took the phone in my hand and looked at the app. The app was simple enough. It looked like a slot machine but with only one column to spin. Each tile had a different kink listed on it. I took a deep breath and flicked the screen. The app started to spin, going too fast to be able to read the words. But soon enough the wheel started to slow and I could read the tiles. Praise kink, cum slut, exhibitionist, pain slut, bondage, voyeurism, slower and slower the wheel spun. Oh god it was going to stop on pet play: doggy. There was no way I was into pet play I had no interest in dressing as a dog.\n\r\nThen at the last instant the wheel clicker on more spot.\n\r\nFree Use: clothed.\n\r\n“What the fuck!” I muttered.\n\r\n“What does it say.” “Yeah, come on tell us!” echoed the comments from the group.\n\r\n“It says, free use: clothed,” I said, “What does that even mean?”\n\r\n“It means you like to be taken advantage of,” Arthur said over my shoulder. He had been standing behind me most of the night. Occasionally I felt him brush up against me. It hasn’t bothered me much, I was used to guys accidentally touching me. “You don’t need to be asked for sex. You want people to come up and take their pleasure from you.”\n\r\nGod, how his voice turned husky and I felt my breath hitch. \r\n“No way!” I protested. Arthur’s hand cupped my ass. “No. No. I don’t believe it.”\n\r\nArthur's hand slid down my check just far enough to dip under the tiny skirt I was wearing. Goose bumps rose over the skin he trailed his fingers across my ass.\n\r\n“I don’t even know what that means!” I exclaimed.\n\r\nArthur’s finger slipped under the tiny thread of my g-string thong. \n\r\n“Yobfr want gte nuowd,” Emily muttered through the ball gage.\n\r\nArthur’s finger slipped between my legs.\n\r\n“I think you're right,” Kelly said wiping more drool off Emily’s chin. “She does seem to want it right now.\n\r\nArthur’s fingers slide up my slit, parting my lips. My legs spread to give him easier access.\n\r\n“No I don’t,” I protested.\n\r\n Arthur’s fingers pressed into me.\n\r\n“Why would I want people to fuck me when ever they want!” I gasped.\n\r\n“Damn,” Arthur exclaimed. “She is soaking wet!”\n\r\nArthur’s fingers pulled my thong to the side as I felt him press up against my back. I felt something long and hard push between my legs.\n\r\n“No I’m not!”\n\r\nArthur pushed on my back. He bent me over the counter. I felt what had to be his hard cock pushing against my pussy.\n\r\n“Yum,” I muttered. “I’m not a free use slut.”\n\r\nI felt Arthur’s cock press deep inside me. \n\r\n“Oh fuck that feels good,” I said as Arthur began to fuck me over the kitchen counter, right in front on my friends. There was no way I was a free use slut right. What did it even mean clothed? That I like to be fuck with my clothes on?\n\r\nArthur’s cock did feel amazing pumping in and out of me. He didn’t even ask. He just took me right there and then. I said no right? No, I must not have. Why didn’t I say no?\n\r\n“I’m not into free use. I’m not.” I meekly protested.\n\r\nGod he felt amazing, why did it feel like I was going to explode. This shouldn’t be so amazing. Why did I enjoy his taking me? Why did he sound so hot grunting as he pounded into me.\n\r\n“Oh, fuck!” Arthur cried out. I felt his cock jerk inside me and begin to spew his cum into me. Why was that so hot? \n\r\n“Fuck!” I cried out as an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed through me. Fuck I was cuming from being free use.\r\nI barely was aware of Arthur pulling out of me and buckling up his pants. I didn’t care that my skirt was flipped up over my ass, nor the thong that was supposed to cover my pussy was still pulled to the side and my abused pussy was on display for my friends. I was only still like that because the counter was supporting my weight.\n\r\nI looked over at my best friend Megan. She had a huge grin on her face. “Looks like the app was right again. Kelly is a free use slut!”\n\r\n“I don't know what you’re talking about.” I said. I don’t think anyone believed me. Not sure I believed myself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Finally! With this drug, we can let men experience the feminine orgasm.
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"content": "John sat nervously in the waiting room of the clinic, clutching the consent form in his hands. He had seen the ad for the clinical trial online and was intrigued by the idea of experiencing a feminine orgasm. He had always wondered what it would be like to feel that level of pleasure, but as a man, he knew it was something he could never experience. Until now.\n\nFinally, a woman in a white lab coat appeared and called out his name. John stood up and followed her into a sterile-looking room with a metal table and a bunch of strange-looking medical equipment. The woman introduced herself as Dr. Rodriguez and explained the procedure to him.\n\n\"We're going to give you a pill that will allow you to experience what it feels like to have a feminine orgasm,\" she said. \"Then we'll monitor your vitals and ask you to describe what you're feeling.\"\n\nJohn nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. He swallowed the pill and lay down on the table, waiting for it to take effect.\n\nAt first, he didn't feel anything different. But then, slowly, a warm, tingly sensation started spreading through his body. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling, letting it wash over him.\n\nSuddenly, a wave of pleasure hit him, and he gasped in surprise. It was like nothing he had ever felt before - a deep, intense pleasure that seemed to radiate from his core.\n\nAs the minutes passed, John felt more and more pleasure building up inside of him. Each time he thought it couldn't get any more intense, it did. He could feel his body tensing up, his muscles tightening, and then suddenly, he would release and feel an explosion of pleasure.\n\nDr. Rodriguez leaned over him, checking his pulse and blood pressure. \"How do you feel?\" she asked.\n\nJohn could barely speak. \"Amazing,\" he managed to say. \"It's like... like nothing else.\"\n\nThe doctor nodded. \"That's what we're hoping for. Now, we need to calibrate the dosage so that you can achieve multiple orgasms without any negative side effects.\"\n\nShe handed him a set of instructions and a timer. \"You need to follow these steps to achieve the maximum pleasure,\" she said. \"You can take the pill once every 24 hours, but no more than that. And make sure you drink plenty of water.\"\n\nJohn nodded, feeling a little overwhelmed. He took the instructions and the pill and left the clinic, feeling like he was in a dream.\n\nOver the next few days, he experimented with the pill, following the instructions and discovering new levels of pleasure he had never thought possible. He could have as many orgasms as he wanted, each one more intense than the last.\n\nBut then, one night, he made a mistake. He took a little too much of the pill and lost track of time. He didn't realize how many orgasms he had had until he started feeling dizzy and lightheaded.\n\nPanicking, he called Dr. Rodriguez, who told him to come back to the clinic immediately. When he arrived, she examined him and found that he had severely depleted his body's serotonin levels, causing him to experience a range of negative side effects, including nausea, fatigue, and depression.\n\n\"I'm sorry, John,\" she said. \"We warned you not to take too much. The pill is designed to give you a taste of what's possible, but it's not meant to be abused.\"\n\nJohn left the clinic feeling ashamed and embarrassed. He had let his curiosity and desire for pleasure get the best of him, and now he was paying the price. As he walked home, he promised himself that he would never take the pill again.\n\nWeeks passed, and John started to feel like his old self again. He got a job, made some new friends, and even started dating a girl named Emily. She was sweet, funny, and beautiful, and he felt lucky to have found her.\n\nOne night, as they were getting intimate, John's mind drifted back to the pill. He remembered the intense pleasure he had felt and how it had made him feel like he was on top of the world. He couldn't resist the temptation and decided to take the last pill he had left.\n\nJohn felt a pang of guilt as he reached for the last pill. He had promised himself he would never take it again, but the temptation was too strong. He downed the pill and turned his attention back to Emily, who was lying beside him, looking up at him with anticipation.\n\nAs the effects of the pill started to take hold, John felt a warm, tingling sensation spread throughout his body. He closed his eyes and let himself sink into the pleasure, feeling wave after wave of intense sensation wash over him.\n\nEmily seemed to sense the change in him and leaned in to kiss him. John felt her lips press against his, and he moaned in pleasure. She trailed kisses down his neck and chest, pausing to suck on his nipples, which sent a jolt of pleasure through him.\n\nJohn could feel his body building towards an orgasm, but he wanted to hold back, to make the pleasure last as long as possible. He pulled Emily on top of him, savoring the feeling of her body pressed against his.\n\nThey moved together in a slow, sensual dance, their bodies becoming slick with sweat as they explored each other. John felt himself on the edge of orgasm, but he still held back, wanting to prolong the experience.\n\nAs they continued to make love, the pleasure became more intense, and John felt himself slipping over the edge. He cried out in ecstasy as the first orgasm hit him, the sensation spreading through his entire body like a wildfire.\n\nEmily seemed to sense that he was close and redoubled her efforts, moving faster and faster. John felt another orgasm building within him, and this time he couldn't hold back. He exploded in pleasure, his entire body convulsing as wave after wave of sensation washed over him.\n\nAs he came down from the peak of pleasure, John felt Emily shudder and cry out as she reached her own climax. They lay there, both panting and covered in sweat, their bodies entwined in a post-orgasmic haze.\n\nFor the rest of the night, they continued to explore each other's bodies, experiencing wave after wave of intense pleasure. The pill had given them an experience unlike any they had ever had before, but it had also brought them closer together, forging a bond that would last a lifetime."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wholesome sex with age difference. 18+
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"content": "How about a young man, say 19ish, has a crush of his friends older male cousin 26-29ish.\nHe has always been too shy to say anything, that is, until he gets drunk after being ghosted for a date and admits it after bumping into the guy at a bar.\n\nSeeing the younger man is drunk, the older one takes him to his place to sleep it off, so that less gentlemanly patrons don't take advantage of him.\n\nThe next morning, when the younger one is sober, though. Well, he is certain to bring up his admission of the crush and flirt, letting him know he'd be interested. Even using the dastardly tactic to bring him some breakfast in bed while only wearing boxers to help win the younger man over and convince him he is serious."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The last thing you were prepared for was an angel's bubble-butt smashing through your windshield on the highway.
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"content": "It was the dead of night as Markus was driving home rubbing his eyes before sipping his third truck stop coffee. Just wanting to get home and play with his dog before **WAM** something smashes through the windshield as the car spins out on the highway. The shock mixed with the exhaustion causes Markus to lose consciousness as the car slams into the guard rail. \n\nSome time after Markus awakes notably out of his car with a women kneeling before him with pure white wings and silver silk dress\"...Am I dead...?\" he says to the angel who gives a gentle smile. \"Not yet but I brought you quite close to it. My apologies human.\" \n\nShe says closing her eyes as she bows her head causes Markus to immediately notice the Halo floating above her head shifting to follow her. Unsure what to make of it and feeling *quite refreshed in fact* Markus sits up as he looks to his totaled car and shakes his head \"Uh any chance you can fix my car like you did me?\" He says causing the seraphim to giggle. \n\n\"Afraid it doesn't work that way.\" she says standing up her wings folding behind her as she continues to look down towards the human. A myriad of emotions flood Markus's mind as he fully processes the gravity of what he's witnessing when the memory of what happened clarifies. He recalls the angel goes *ass first* into the car windshield and how the look of her dump truck ass was what really knocked him out. \n\nBlushing a bit as he mentally checks her out the angel curiously cocks her head to the side unsure what the nature of his expression. \"Um do you mind me asking how you ended up here?\" Markus says coughing into his hand to cover up him blushing. More accustomed to this dialogue the angel smiles as she recites \"It was the will of the lord for me to touch down on earth as the first angel to do so in centuries. They gave no further instruction other than *absorb knowledge from the land*\" She says confidently only for that to abruptly change. \"..And you see, being given a physical body and feeling the warmth of the air around me flying from the silver city down to earth...I just....fell asleep...\" She says **immensely** embarrassed. \n\nDumbstruck for several reasons now Markus finally takes the time to look her up and down quickly realizing her dress is quite see through and displays her breasts and *divine* physique quite well. Unable to tear his eyes away from her sizable chest Markus finds himself bouncing between them before a truly sinful idea crosses his mind. \"Uh so what's your name and how much do you know of earth\" \n\nImmediately forgetting her embarrassment the angel proudly exclaims \"My name is Aurora and my knowledge about earth is quite limited. I know of technology such as your vehicle but not the granular details about it's designer and construction. Coincidently culture of earth is constantly changing for beings of our lifetimes so it's rather difficult to keep up with. \" She says naively unaware of the faux pa of him staring quite plainly at her bust. \n\nBlushing a bit Markus smiles as he asks the *genuine* question of \"Oh are you hurt, can you turn around so I can make sure\" which Aurora quickly obliges \"My heavenly vessel is quite durable but you are free to check for yourself\" saying as she turns around showing off her wings but more importantly her shapely backside Markus beings nearly drooling over. \n\n\"Hmmm yeah looks good...*really good* so far but...uh...maybe bend over the car for me and lift up your dress if you could?\" He says a bit surprised the commands are even falling from his lips. Clearly not one for subtlety Aurora snaps her fingers dispelling the mostly useless dress as she stands there nude. Turning with a smile Aurora asks \"How's that\" causing Markus to cover for rubbing his crotch with an open thumbs up gesture, \"Perfect\" as she turns back around and bends over. \n\n\"Oh wow...\" Markus says as he gazes at her perfect holes that seem inviting as well as forbidden all the same. \"Uh I think I see some damage, can you spread your cheeks for me?\" he says not even buying the line himself only for Aurora's hands to reach back \"I'm telling you I'm sure I'm not hurt but if you insist\" she says warmly as she spreads her cheeks for him giving him a *heavenly* look at her from this angle. \n\n\"Oh uh...since you can't fix my car...I mean...It's pretty standard that if a women can't pay with money..\" Markus begins to say before Aurora looks back \"Wait so are you saying if a women doesn't have money then mating would be an appropriate restitution?\" she asks cutting off his awkward line with genuine confusion. \n\n\"..Yes..\" he says with a gritted smile as he pictures his soul being whisked off to hell but hey, how many people can say they fucked an angel? \n\n\"Ok then, would you like to mount me on your vehicle or on the ground\" Aurora says so clinically you'd think this isn't her first time asking such a question. \"Uh yeah I think bending you over my car would be poetic..\" Markus says causing Aurora to stand up straight and walk towards the car. \"Let me put out the fire first\" she says only to cause rain clouds to form with a simple hand gesture causing a gentle but noticeable downpour to begin. \n\nSurprised at her choice and power Markus stands there awestruck as Aurora walks towards to the vehicle, her ass jiggling with every step. Leaning over the car with her tits pressed against the hood Aurora once again presents her holes though with the understanding Markus is to use her for compensation. Nearly running at first Markus calms down as he gets even closer to her before he starts to undo his pants. Her palms laying flat on the car glass shards still remain on and around the vehicle, harmless to her though as far as Markus is concerned he doesn't mind getting cut if it means angelic pussy. \n\nStanding near inches before Aurora, Markus takes a firm handful of her fat backside causing a gasp to escape the angel's lips, her wings fluttering at the sensation. Her warm soft skin nearly melts in Markus' hand as his other hand takes hold of her other cheek leading to another moan as her wings again flutter at the contact. Amused by the reaction and wanting to see how far he can push this situation and this angel in general Markus removes a hand before he delivers a loud *spank* to Aurora's large ass. \"Oh my...\" Aurora can't help but cry out as her wings flutter more kicking up rubble and dirt as they do. Undeterred Markus says \"Part of mating in this circumstance requires some spanking.\" as he delivers yet another soundly clap to Aurora's butt causes it to ripple at the contact. \"Mmmmm I understand...\" she says more or less accepting *whatever* Markus says in regards to the matter and feeling a quite new sensation, *arousal*. \n\nMarkus enjoys kneading and spanking Aurora for some time until he feels he cant take it. Markus removes his hands as he begins rubbing the head of his cock against her rather moist slit causing Aurora to inhales sharply expecting to be penetrated. Rather cocky and wanting to explore *all* of this female angel Markus remarks \"It's..uh... customary to hold a women's breast before you uh...you know\". Ignorant of the customs Aurora nods before moving off the car enough to invite his hand to her chest. Hungrily grasping her boob Markus ' instincts take over as he slides the tip inside the angels warm pussy causing a guttural moan to escape from both of them simultaneously."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Dark plot-intensive sci fi scenarios!
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"content": "In the future, people are implanted with special chips that can assume direct control of people. Austensively, it is to make criminals easier to catch with less potential property damage, but these chips are easily hacked without protection, and the companies which sell protective devices are regularly caught selling override codes on the black market. Some have even gone so far as to advertise their high price points on newer models.\n\nUltimately, the price of living in the modern world is literally having a price tag on you at all times and not knowing who may or may not have purchased you at any given moment."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] You hypnotized her to grow bustier every time she came thinking of you, mostly as a joke. But when you saw her the next day she was literally bursting out of her clothing!
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"content": "Part 2:\n\nClaire felt so strange as she went upstairs. Her relationship with Chris had flipped on its axis over the course of a day. She told herself it was just some good fun over the holiday break. Deep, deeeep down, sure, she wanted him for herself, but that would never happen. And if it did, she'd be basically excommunicated by her family. She wouldn't be able to live with herself, would she?\n\nBesides, like she said before, they had a no touching rule. It wasn't really cheating if they couldn't touch, right? It was the same as Chris looking at porn, except the porn was of his wife's little sister. That was fine, right?\n\nClaire's rationalizations continued as she undressed and turned on the shower. She got an idea after she thought about how it's basically just porn. She turned off the shower and put her bra back on. She set up her phone to record a video and leaned it against the mirror. She angled it so only her top half was visible.\n\nShe pressed record and she was already wet. She didn't even bother locking the door. She fantasized about Chris getting curious and coming upstairs, opening the door without knocking, seeing her bare ass and taking her against the bathroom counter. \n\nShe had a finger inside her and she gently rubbed her clit. She envisioned getting fucked over the sink and watching their reflection; Chris' lust-filled face as he squeezed her chest and pounded her from behind, she imagined growing bigger, how tight her bra would be, and Chris would be able to see them swell before his very eyes.\n\nThat was, of course, the main purpose of the video. She wouldn't send him a video of her masterbating, but a video of her chest growing? Chris made this all happen, so it was only fair that he got to see the miraculous process.\n\nShe had one hand on the edge of the counter and the other furiously rubbing herself. She wanted to grow as big as he wanted. She knew Chris liked big tits, and she wanted to be his wet dream.\n\nShe came. Hard. Her face was red and her heart was pounding, but she tried to compose herself as quickly as she could. She picked up her phone, still recording, and held it up to show her chest more closely. She smiled for the camera and said, \"It should be starting soon... I hope you like it. It feels really, really good. Oh, here they go!\"\n\nShe angled the camera down and used her free hand to caress her bra-clad breasts. They started to puff up above the edges of the cups. The bra creaked and Claire hoped that the mic picked it up.\n\nThey eventually stopped with the bottom of the bra pushed away from her chest by a centimeter and a good inch of cleavage overflowing from the blue garment.\n\n\"Thank you.\" Claire blew a kiss to the camera and stopped recording. She split the video into two; her masterbating and her growing.\n\nShe took off the too-tight bra and took a much needed shower. She put on one of Ashley's tank tops that she borrowed and a second bra of hers, a black one this time. She struggled even more than usual when putting it on, but she really wanted the effect a small bra had on her tits.\n\nShe put on matching black boyshorts that accentuated her butt and a pair of leggings and went downstairs. Chris was doing a load of laundry and his jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw her.\n\n\"Yep, it's official. I'm bigger than Ashley. And I owe it all to you. Claire hopped up and sat on the washer as Chris was unloading the dryer.\n\n\"This is so cool, I might actually have to go bra shopping soon...\"\n\nChris paused, \"Wait, you're actually serious about getting bigger? I thought that was just to teas me.\"\n\nClaire shook her head, \"I mean, it feels good, and it's not like going to stop-Um, you know.\"\n\nChris raised a hand and went back to loading the basket, \"I get it.\"\n\n\"And besides, when I get big enough, you can always hypnotize me to make it stop.\" Claire shrugged, making her boobs wobble.\n\n\"So Chris, exactly how big did you want Ashley to get when you quote-unquote hypnotized her?\"\n\nChris bit his lip, \"I think I'd rather not say.\"\n\n\"Come on, Chris. We're already in this deep. What happened to no secrets between us?\"\n\nChris sighed. He figured it was best to appease her. God knows she now had two very persuasive arguments she could use to get whatever she wanted from him, \"I don't really know, to be honest. It was a fantasy I've had for a while, Ashley's boobs getting bigger steadily over time with some way for us to tamper with them, you know?\"\n\nClaire hid her smile. That was exactly what she wanted to hear. His fantasy was happening to her instead of his own wife. The irony was palpable.\n\n\"So you don't really have an upper size limit in mind?\" Claire asked, legitimately curious.\n\n\"I mean, I obviously wouldn't want them so big they ruined her life, but other than that...\" His trailing off answered the rest of her question.\n\n\"Wow, you really are a boob man, huh?\" Claire teased, \"I promise to only use my powers for good, so don't worry. And speaking of which, I, um, I recorded myself growing after I, you know. Would you like to see it?\"\n\nChris' heart skipped a beat. \"Claire, that's... I don't think Ashley would ever forgive me if I watched that.\"\n\n\"Oh, come on, it's basically just like watching a porn clip. Would Ashley get mad at you for watching porn?\"\n\n\"I mean, no, she wouldn't, but- but it's different...\"\n\n\"How is it different? We talked about this already, you're into my sister, I look like her, you've even said that she isn't prettier than me... If anything Ashley would take this as a compliment. And that's all even IF she finds out. I'll even delete the video after if you want me to. You can watch it from my phone so there's no evidence on yours. This is like zero risk, huuuge reward!\"\n\nShe emphasized the word 'huge' by grabbing her breasts and squeezing them together.\n\nChris' barriers were weakening and they both knew it. He sighed, adjusted his pants, and stood up.\n\n\"Yes... Yes of course I want to see it.\" Chris was lamenting his decision, but he couldn't help it. Claire was far too convincing and it didn't help that he was turned on beyond measure.\n\n\"That wasn't so hard, was it?\" She glanced down, \"Or, well, maybe it was...\" She smirked and handed him her phone with the video queued up.\n\n\"If you want to view it in private, I understand. This is probably a lot to take in at once. I think we're on the level that we can both get off to each other without judgment.\"\n\nChris' hand shook as he took her phone. The video was paused on her with just a bra, he face noticeably red.\n\nHe took a deep breath and accepted that this was just how things were now. Claire was bustier than his wife and wanted to show them off to him. He knew she got off to him, she knew he was into her, this was the next logical step, just without any secrecy or dancing around it. It wasn't really any different than if they got off to each other and didn't talk about it all, right?\n\n\"Thanks, Claire. You're a really good friend. I appreciate you making this fantasy a reality.\"\n\n\"I appreciate you making *our* fantasies a reality, too.\"\n\nChris carried the phone to the bathroom and lost himself to the surreal video. It was only a minute and a half long and he only had to watch it three times to finish. He was tempted to swipe to the side to see what else was on her phone, but decided against it. He was still Claire's friend and he didn't want to invade her privacy.\n\nChris took a deep breath and pushed his guilty feelings aside. To try to quell them in the moment, he tried not to look at Claire's face and imagined Ashley's instead.\n\nClaire, meanwhile, was sneakily listening outside the door. She loved hearing his quiet grunts and the video she made at the same time. When she heard him finish, she tiptoed back downstairs and started up a game for them to play.\n\nThe tension between the two had been a rollercoaster, but oddly enough, Chris coming downstairs and handing the phone back to Claire was the lowest point they had felt. They were two good friends who enjoyed each other not just personally, but also sexually.\n\n\"Hey Claire,\" Chris said as he picked up his controller, \"I think I have a new rule in this house while you're here.\"\n\nClaire turned, intrigued, \"You're going to make a video like that every time you grow, if you can.\"\n\nClaire beamed, \"Yes, sir,\" and gave a mock salute.\n\nTheir day went pretty normally from there, though Chris added some new rules to put in place while Ashley was gone. Lifting her shirt whenever she lost a game was one of their favorites.\n\nChris was basically just watching porn, at least that's what he kept telling himself.\n\nAfter Claire got trounced for the third time in a row (which she claimed was totally not on purpose) she thought it would be easier to just take her shirt off altogether, so she did.\n\n\"Hey, can I make new rules, too?\"\n\nChris looked at her and furrowed his brow, \"I think you can *propose* new rules, but I reserve the right to veto.\"\n\n\"Okay, that's fair. How about since I'm growing huge tits because of you, you have to give me twenty minutes of massages a day to help deal with them?\" She emphasized her point by pressing her hands on hew lower back and pulled her shoulders back, stretching both her spine and her sister's bra. \n\nChris thought for a moment, taking in the sight before him, “I suppose that's fair.\"\n\nHe got up and pressed his fingers into her bare shoulders, slipping them under the tight bra strap to better get at the knots.\n\n\"Mmm... You're really good at this...\" Claire moved her hair aside to give him better access.\n\nChris was openly staring at her cleavage as he worked her shoulders, \"Yeah I've had a lot of practice with your sister, she asks for these almost daily.\"\n\n\"Well now that I'm bigger than her, I'll need more than her, dontcha think?\"\n\nChris shrugged, \"I suppose you're right.\"\n\n\"Oh, and Chris, I'd like to propose another rule,\" Her voice quieted, wondering if she was going too far, \"You can get off in front of me if you want to... I don't mind.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thanks to a hypnotic trigger, she literally couldn't complain whenever she was groped or fondled, instead leaning into it while getting hornier and hornier. Naturally, her friends had a lot of fun with this...
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"content": "Felicity slid into the booth, looking out of the rain-streaked window at the street below. Only a few cars crawled their way along towards the multi-storey carpark. She smiled as she pulled a book from her bag and started to read. \n \nThe library was her favourite place to read. It was quiet, a luxury in the hustle and bustle of attending University in the city. She looked up as her friend slid into the booth next to her. \n \n“Hey.” Jack said quietly. “Whatcha reading?” He asked, pulling his own book, a pad and a pen from his bag.\n \n“2001 – A Space Odyssey.” She whispered back.\n \n“Like the movie?”\n \n“Yea.” \n \n“Cool! I didn’t know it was a book. Enjoy!” He flipped open his book and started to read. Slowly taking notes as he read. \n \nThey sat like this for an hour, Felicity reading and Jack flipping through his textbook, slowly digesting information and jotting down key bits of information. Jack sighed, flipped his book closed, and lent back in his chair.\n \nHe looked over at Felicity, her face scrunched up in concentration as she started to read her book. He smiled, a small glint in his eye. He slowly placed his hand on her thigh, as he scanned the room, looking for potential onlookers. She tensed slightly and looked up from her book, as he gave her thigh a light squeeze. \n \n“Hmmm.” She reacted on instinct. Jack smiled as he slowly slid his hand father up her thigh, stopping just short of her jumper. “I never should have told you about this.” She said, a small hitch in her breathing as his hand moved.\n \n“I can stop.” He whispered, slowly moving his hand away.\n \n“Now, I didn’t say that...” She said, her desire slowly increasing as he touched her.\n \n“Some would say you did it deliberately.”\n \n“Maybe…maybe not.” Her voice bouncy and light. She closed her book and rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as his hand caressed her leg. A small moan escaped her. \n \nHis other hand slowly reached for her chest, slowly gripping her breast through her hoodie. He felt her nipple slowly harden against his palm as he slowly squeezed. “C’mon, I need to go to the bathroom.” She opened her eyes as his hands left her body. A look of indignation on her face. “You can come with if you want.” He said without looking over to her, bundling his stuff back into his bag. She bit her lower lip and slipped her book into her bag.\n \n---\n \nJack pushed open the door to the men’s bathroom, holding it open for Felicity to walk through. As the door swung shut, he moved behind her, and placed a hand on her ass and a hand on her breast, his chin resting on her shoulder as he slowly squeezed. A muffled moan escaped Felicity as her desire for him continued to build, reaching a tipping point when she could feel his cock pressing into her ass through his jeans. \n \nShe quickly pried his hand from her breast and turned around, pushing him into a stall. Before he had time to speak, she closed the door, sank to her knees, unzipped him and fished his hard cock through his fly. He gripped her head as she closed her lips around his cock, enclosing it in warm wetness. It was his turn to moan as her tongue expertly wrapped round his shaft, and she provided a slight suction before pressing her head into his crotch, allowing his cock to slip neatly down her throat. \n \nHe grunted as Felicity continued her blowjob, her tongue sending pleasure coursing through him. She slipped her hand down her own jeans and under her soaked panties, and moaned desperately as she slipped a finger into herself, the base of her hand grinding on her clit. \n \nThey continued to moan. Their desire building as her head bobbed back and forth, swallowing the full length of Jack, before sliding another finger into herself. Jacks grip on her hair tightened as he spoke between moans:\n \n“Fuck…gonna cum.”\n \nFelicity moaned as he pulled her head towards him, fully taking him in. He almost screamed with pleasure as his cock pulsed slightly, pushing a thick stream of cum down her throat. His cum hitting the back of her throat, threw her off the edge of her own orgasm. She started to shake as she came on her fingers, his cum sliding down her throat.\n \n“Fuck…that was…” He said looking down at her face, a small drop of his cum dripping down her chin. \n \n“Amazing.” She finished, panting slightly. He beamed down at her.\n \n“See, I knew you told us on purpose.” \n \n---\n\nI hope you enjoyed this! Feel free to leave a comment with any feedback you have!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Casual sex at risky places.
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"content": "She was a tomboy by day, busty lingerie model by night. When she lost those sex coupons in the poker game, it had been fair and square, and she honestly didn't mind when her friends redeemed them. She was shocked though, when One of her friends cheekily gestured toward the space under the table and whipped out a card that read \"blowjob, anytime, anyplace\"... At her brother's wedding reception! Especially considering that she was the best man, and people might be looking for her at any time!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] ENF, modern-day or dnd style fantasy!
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"content": "> She didn't completely learn the language before moving to France to become a model, so she didn't always know what roles she was applying for. Which would explain why she wasn't entirely prepared when the director told her to strip naked on a crowded beach. \n\n> Being young and inexperienced, the sorceress didn't quite nail the teleportation spell first try. Instead of across the room, she wound up warping herself into the boys' dormitory, leaving her clothes behind in the process. \n\n> When her best friend's nude model backed out at the last minute, she agreed to step up and be his model for his final project. She was ecstatic when the painting got an A+, but less happy when a public gallery offered to buy it!\n\n> The party needs to infiltrate a faerie circle to steal a vital artifact. Luckily, the party's gruff, no-nonsense paladin is naturally immune to mind control, so their enchanting music won't affect her. The only problem is, when the fae see her, they'll need to believe she's under their control. Which means she has to obey when they tell her to remove and burn her clothes and dance around the fire until she gets the chance to steal the artifact!\n\n> As part of her training, an arrogant young knight is forced to doff a piece of armor every time her master lands a blow on her. By the time they're done, she's wearing nothing at all and hasn't landed a single blow on her master. Being stripped nude in front of her fellow aspirants would be humiliating enough, but then the master orders that as the night's worst performing student, it will be her job to fetch everyone in the monastery ale from town, and she can have her clothes back when she returns."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Cheating prompts where the betrayed absolutely deserves being cheated on.
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"content": "1. He brought his girlfriend to the company picnic and flips out when he finds out that she slept with his boss years before they went out. After slut shaming her he drives off without her and she decides to have a few drinks and get slutty with his coworkers. When he comes back for her he's shocked.\n\n2. Her shopping addiction was close to ruining both of them, but with her husband being an academic and an Olympic athlete a rich woman is willing to bail them out... If he gets her pregnant. He insists on making her watch."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Sci-fi prompts
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"content": "In space, there is a thriving slave trade, but no one fears slavers boarding their ship to steal them away. Why? Well, a few thousand years ago, some unfortunate souls were genetically engineered to be perfect and willing sex-slaves, leading to an over abundance of such people only a few generations down the line, and all the dangerous jobs are easier done by drone anyway. Despite this, there are still naive groups who try to buy or steal slaves to free them, and it falls to the slaves themselves to teach their new owners just how much they love their roles."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Very sexual tension situations.
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"content": "> It was still a fairly recent breakup, so you and your ex had given each other a wide berth ever since the party started. But as the night goes on, you're both drawn into a game that lands the both of you alone in a dark closet wearing only your underwear. \n\n> On a dark and snowy night, the power goes out, and two friends are left without power or heat. Panicking and with no internet to correct them, one vaguely recalls that if you're ever trapped in a blizzard overnight, you should sleep naked with a partner to share body heat. \n\n> After renting a new house, two roommates are stubbornly refusing to give up their shower time for the other, and have started showering at the same time, waiting for the other to crack. \n\n> An aspiring actor asks her roommate to help her rehearse some lines for an upcoming audition. He agrees, not realizing the scene she needs help with has her trying to seduce his character. As the night goes on, they both get *extremely* in character."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your goal is to seduce each and every member of your adventuring party... before the sun rises tomorrow.
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"content": "\"this is the worst day of my life\"\n\ntoday was another ordinary day, I woke up, kissed my husband's forehead, had a romantic breakfast with him, we both took our grimoires and then we went to the common area of the inn to find our other adventure companions.\n\nEverything proceeded normally, Mike showed off his new sword, balancing it on his nose and shouting \"I'm the greatest adventurer of all time\".\n\nhe always did something like that. he got treasure and bragged about it for a long time... he was all the time trying to get girls but he always ended up getting beaten up by then.\n\nhe always asked me \"hey Danika, you who are a succubus so you need to explain one thing to me. I'm tall, muscular, I have a perfect beard, I'm blond, I have blue eyes and I'm always showing off shiny things, why don't women line up to give ass for me?\"\n\nhearing that question pissed me off... \n\neven though it was the hundredth time he asked the same question, I took a deep breath and replied:\n\n\" firstly, being a succubus doesn't give me the magical power to know every woman's preferences and motivations, secondly...\"\n\nI was abruptly interrupted by the idiot showing me his muscles posing to show them off.\n\n\" \"But you feed on sex, right? Of course you know everyone's preferences just by looking at them, right? \"\n\ni hate how he interrupts me all the time. Honestly, if it weren't for that imbecile's skill with a sword, Leo and I would have already kicked him out of the pt.\n\nI take a deep breath, Leo takes my hand to calm me down. I look into Mike's eyes again\n\n\" \"I don't have the magical powers of perversion to know everything that's on everyone's mind on the planet at all times... I just came from the hell cycle of lust. which I am part of...\"\n\nagain Mike cuts me off. I bite my lip to keep from punching him impulsively. \n\n\"but what about your super powers as a succubus? you can enter people's dreams, shape-shift to take on the appearance of their fetishes, and even feed yourself while being fucked in places other than pussy. or i've heard that you succubuses enjoy being fucked in the throat, tits and ass, is that true?\"\n\nI'm going to punch him, seriously, I'm going to punch him. he asks why he can't get anyone? who knows ,maybe it is because he doesn't even pay attention to what other people say? Because he is only interested in fucking? In reality, I think this guy fucks looking at the mirror.\n\nI took a deep breath and answer calmly\n\n\"Yes, I can read people's fetishes when I enter their dreams. Do you think I enter everyone's dreams? I'm very happily married, you know that. It's been a good few years since I've fed on anyone else.. And if you ask me, you can't get anyone because you only look at yourself. No woman wants to have sex with a guy who doesn't want to know her, who doesn't mind making her come and...\"\n\nagain he ignores me and this time he goes for the centaur who just entered the tavern. I'm going to throw a fireball at that asshole one day. I clearly will... At this point Leo takes my tail, runs his fingers gently along it, reaches around my back and pulls me towards him. my wings flutter. carefully kiss my husband. It's a sweet, gentle kiss.\n\n\"I'm sorry you keep listening to this kind of thing.\"\n\nLeo's voice is comforting. empathy is something rare to see. I've been to several planes, I've lived 800 years, but finding someone really empathetic is a rare experience.\n\nthe stress caused by Mike disappears. I remember the sweet morning I had.\n\nwe woke up embracing, we talked about the adventure we would take tomorrow, about what we would do with the recovered gold, we talked about magic, about the cosmos...\n\nand then he served me that excellent breakfast. everything was delicious. I received it in the mouth, between the breasts, in the pussy and in my ass... honestly, I'm glad that he remembers my preferences and always offers to fuck my ass...\n\nI'm suddenly snapped out of my happy thoughts by a crash.\n\nit was Ragnar.he threw his plate on the table. the plate was so heavy that I thought it was a person falling to the floor and...\n\n that six-foot-tall barbarian was eating a whole ham for breakfast...\n\nAnyway, I had a normal morning. Leo was sweet, Mike pissed me off, and Ragnar surprised me by doing something even more absurd.\n\nwe continued on the journey, we defeated kobolds and goblins, nothing unusual. until we find the wizard behind it all, we surround him and suddenly...\n\nI woke up naked in a room alone. it was a cold dungeon.\n\nmy wings, legs, arms and tail were chained. my hands immobilized in iron gloves and my mouth gagged so I couldn't speak.\n\n\"Hi Danika, how long has it been\"\n\nI hear a familiar voice. I focus my eyes in his direction and in the midst of the shadows I see a fat, short demon with claws instead of hands. I don't believe it but it is...\n\n\"Justin, what are you doing here?\"\n\n\"Me? Isn't that obvious? I'm here to recover the fugitive from hell who chose to get emotionally involved with a prey. Come on girl, suck this guy up and go to another! There's no way that food can only sustain your body.\"\n\nthis tone of disdain annoys me. I try to remove the band by biting it, but it doesn't work.\n\n\"Danika, Danika, Danika... do you really care that much about this human? do you think he really loves you? so let's do the following. You try to seduce your other two teammates and I try to get other succubi to seduce your husband. if he resists them and you manage to seduce your two friends, feed on them and be forgiven by your husband soon after, I release you from your responsibilities to hell and accept this stupid thing you call love. Buuuuuuuuuut,if he accepts another succubus in your place, if he doesn't forgive you and if you fail me to seduce those two, you will be dragged to hell again. what do you think of this deal? I think something so difficult would allow the boss to accept the risk of losing you. What do you think?\"\n\nI would never accept something like that. It's a horrible deal, it's unacceptable.\n\nwhen he removes my gag I scream\n\n\"I will never...\"\n\nhe puts the gag in my mouth again and says\n\n\"let's see if you think like that after two days without eating\"\n\nmy vagina starts to drip, my breasts and anus start to ooze lubricant, my mouth starts to salivate uncontrollably and in this deplorable state he returns\n\n\"You really put up with more than I expected. That pissed me off a lot. So now I'm adding two clauses to the contract. The first is that if you don't accept the deal I'll kill your snack. The second is that if after all this you win and one day betray this false love of yours and you will automatically be dragged to hell again. do we have a deal?\"\n\nin the midst of hunger and despair of losing my beloved, I accept the agreement.\n\nI accepted, even though I knew that when demons make a deal we can never break it.\n\nAt that moment Justin laughed at me and released all the handcuffs and teleported me to a room with a single bed. Mike was lying there. he was sleeping and I knew what I had to do...\n\nthat was part 1 of the story. it was kinda long. If anyone else is interested, I can continue.\n\nif there is any error I am very sorry. English is not my native language."
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